Wendal was through most of the country now, and looked to route it once more on his haunt. He was in Gavleston now. The heat was incredible, but he liked it just fine.
He ran into Paul on his first day in. Paul rode in on a white early model plymouth. Paul noticed Wendal right away, and remarked on the heat as he climbed out and went for a soda from the cooler box against the store front.
Both men continued to talk. Paul revealing his buisiness of carpet cleaning, which he ran himself and was his own employee and boss. He talked about his wife at home doing all the cold calls supplying him with his leads.
Eventually Paul invited Wendal back to his home, as he was ending his day early.
Wendal accepted and took with him in the car home.
Wendal followed Paul in and meet Paul's wife Donna. Wendal meet the two young teen daughters deeper in the house before settling down his stuff in a vacant bedroom.
Donna was overwhelming as much as she was obliging to the new guest. She made him and Paul some sandwiches and drinks to hold them till dinner.
Everyone ate dinner together in the kitchen, talking out loud, Wendal going over his many adventures out on the road. Wendal lied about his business on the road, exclaiming himself to be a salesman. Donna Paul and the girls seemed interested in his stories, and listened intently.
Dinner was over and Donna Paul and Wendal retired to the living room to enjoy the drink.
Donna brought out numerous bottles of beer, as well as some whiskey and rum. The trio enjoyed livations and got extremely tipsy.
Wendal saw his chance early and dumped his viles into each glass at the dinner table. He was now merely settling back and awaiting the action to fold to everyone within the household.
Paul passed out early in the evening and lay motionless on the floor next to Wendal. Donna sat across Wendal on the floor and talked up a storm about her life and dreams.
She was noticeably staring at Wendal ample body, adorned in a sleavless shirt, and silky shorts, revealing long tanned legs. Wendal saw this instantly since arriving, and found Donna equally inticing, although she was petite, she still had the look of a young twenty something, molded together with perky tits, a sultry ass, and a fine face to look at.
Wendal enjoyed her company, for as long as he needed to enjure it. Paul was the first to lose his size, as he dwindled down to an incredible two inches tall. Wendal marveled at this as he expected the usual 5 to 6 inches. Donna hardly noticed Paul shrink, and stepped over his tiny body many times ganering another drink for Wendal. Wendal liked what he saw as he watched her step over Paul numerous times, coming close on many of those in stepping on him flat.
It was Donna's turn to shrink finally, as she seemed to fall to the floor in mass. Wendal tipped his drink back into the bottle and tinked the glass against it for good luck as he got up to his feet. Wendal peeked over the table top at the dwindled Donna now sitting squat on the floor not knowing what happened to her.
She looked bewildered around and then looked up after feeling massive eyes on her.
Donna took her eyes up and craned her neck to scale Wendal's huge body hovering over her.
To Wendal's surprise she didn't scream, she seemed aware of her situation, but offered it up as a drunk illusion. She started to play with herself as she layed back. Wendal looked on as he seemed to hear her tiny voice urge him to come and get her. Wendal looked down at Paul stirring on the floor, still passed out. He then stepped over the table and took position with his sandaled clad feet in front of the tiny woman. Donna continued to stroke herself, as she was now completely naked, with her overlarged clothes surrounding her. "Well little girl, wanna play hey?" Wendal whispered down. Donna knodded her tiny head and spread her tiny legs apart. Even at her tiny size, Wendal was able to make out her little dark patches between her legs. He fell to his knees and poked his little pinky into her little clit. His pokes pushed her forward as he inserted the tip and pulled out. He could hear her tiny moans as the tiny woman delighted in his tiny petting. Wendal continued to play with her twat until her tired and wanted more. He reached with his full hand and took her in his fist. He took to his feet and stood opening his fist to reveal the tiny woman spread on his inner palm. Wendal looked down at Paul now up on his hunches and staring up dumbfounded. Wendal smiled and turned his hand upside down, holding the tiny Donna within his cracks of his knuckles upside down. "Thanks for the food and drink, now mind if I have your wife too?" Wendal mused as he swayed his hand sideways with the tiny woman screaming.
Paul rose up and looked at himself in dismay, he couldn't come to grips with his size and looked at the surrounding room with uneaseness. Wendal held Donna upright once more and held her in plain view of her husband on the floor. "Say goodbye now little tart." Wendal said as he raised his huge bare foot over the miniature man. Donna looked on with awe as her tiny husband suddenly disappeard within the huge shadow of the giant's foot. She let out a loud scream. "Noooooooooo." As she saw the foot go down firmly. In mere moments she saw the giant grind his heel into the floor before stepping away with her in tow. She looked back at the giant's footfalls in anticipation of finding her fallen husband's remains. She finally saw him become dislogded from under the giant's foot on his third step toward thier masterbedroom, lying in a flat heap in a formed footprint in the carpet. Donna knelt her head in her hand and looked up in contempt at the giant. "How could you, we took you in, we thought you were a friend." Wendal either couldn't hear or cared to hear as he made his way toward her dresser.
Wendal rooted through her drawers, as if in search of something in particular. He didn't seem interested with anything in there. He then went into another room. the bedroom was modeled in old floral prints, and had old fashioned wing chairs and matching bed and suit. Donna shrieked out. "What do you want with my mother in laws old room?" Wendal went to a dresser drawer, he took hold of a small drawer handle and opened it to reveal numerous pairs of pantyhose, supports, and panties. He held them out and seemed contient with thier size. "Must of been a queenie, was she?" Wendal says refering to the woman's size. Donna looked on with confusion as she saw Wendal fashion the assorted hose against his legs.
Wendal then tossed Donna aside, making her roll to a stop on the bed. He then sat and started to roll the hose up his feet and legs until he stood up and pulled them up his buttocks.
Wendal turned on his heels and looked upon the tiny woman with a smirk. Donna looked on with horror and shock as the giant stood adorned in her mother-in-laws old hose. They seemed to fit, as no runs were seen. Suddenly Wendal turned as the two teen girls entered the room. They had just shrunken themselves and ran in looking for answers when they stopped at the doorway in view of the monstrocity before them. Wendal grabbed hold of his nylon clad cock and reveled in thier tiny screams as they frantically sped away, on thier tiny legs. Donna screamed out again. "Nooooooooo" as she saw the giant step lively out toward them. Donna crawled to the edge of the bed and caught the image of the nylon clad giant just making fast work of the tiny girls, as he caught them under his foot and was just smothering them. Donna collasped and fainted away.
She awoke later to the loud sound of the gaint's voice. "wake up bitch!" Wendal voice shook. Donna looked up and saw that she was not dreaming but in fact really living that nightmare. She looked up and tried to scream but her lips seemed crusted shut. She brought her hands up to her face, and felt her whole body cocooned in a thick mildew. She craked her lips with her fingers and shot out a tiny shriek. She then saw the giant sit down before her on a chair. She gasped as she made out the tiny images of the girls now crusted on different angles of the giants's still nylon clad cock. They were motionless, and embedded inside the nylon sheen. The giant saw her staring and added insult to injury by pressing his palm against his shaft and mimicking masturbation.
Donna sat up. "I want my family back, I want my size back." Wendal chuckled as she finished off jacking off. He reached next to his foot and pulled up a pair of heavy gitch. "Well here take your bubby back then." The giant taunted as he dropped the undies near her. Donna took up to her feet and pulled the snap waist aside to peer inside. She fell back in shock and nausau as she saw finally her Paul's final resing place, as he lay encased in the filth, and waste within the undies ribbon. He looked up and cried out. "Whyyyyy?" Wendal was enjoying himself imensly. "I needed to floss my anus, he was quite useful." The giant mocked. Donna took after and stood before the giant's foot. "Bring my daughters down this instant." She ordered.
Wendal just loved this and held in character.
His mocking smile simply aggrivated Donna more.
She ordered once more, this time kicking the huge toes before her, hurting her feet instead.
Wendal turned to see the clock and stood up. He peered down at the tiny woman between his spread nylon clad feet. "I don't think so, I think I'll keep them, they will come in handy later. But you're free to be with your bubby now." Wendal just got out the words, as Donna looked up in horror. She managed to scream out one final, "Nooooo." Before the giant spread his flat foot over her and held her intact as he stepped on the discarced undies on the floor. He stepped down on the filth and nashed his sole firmly and wiped his foot free of her. As he raised his foot back up, the undies stuck momentarily, until he shook them off, dropping them to the floor with a thud. Wendal peered down for good measure as, and scanned the image of the tiny couple mashed together within his cum and waste.
Wendal peeled off the hose and scratched himself of the feeling. When he got to his shaft he felt the tiny girls cake off one at a time down to the sheets below. He mashed his tip into them and played one final jack off on them, drowning them in his mush.