Giantess - Rubber Glove Fiction

[bleachman]

The giantess girl towered over the four boys, her long, luscious hair cascading down her massive frame. She had always been fascinated by rubber gloves, and her collection of brightly colored gloves was unmatched. But what she loved even more was the feeling of power that came with being so much bigger than everyone else.

With a mischievous smile, she reached down and scooped up the four boys, each one no bigger than her pinky finger. They squirmed and shouted, but their tiny voices were no match for her booming laughter.

'You boys are going to be my playthings for the day,' she declared, holding them up to her face to get a better look at them. They were all so small and fragile, and she couldn't wait to have some fun with them.

She carried them over to her massive bed, where she had set up a miniature playground for them. She placed them down gently, making sure not to crush them with her giant fingers. The boys looked around in awe, the bed feeling like a vast landscape to them.

The giantess picked up a pair of bright yellow rubber gloves and slipped them on, relishing the feeling of the smooth material against her skin. She could see the boys' eyes widen in amazement as she flexed her fingers, the gloves creaking with each movement.

'Who wants to play first?' she asked, a playful glint in her eye. The boys looked at each other nervously, unsure of what to do. But the giantess knew exactly what she wanted to do.

She picked up one of the boys and brought him close to her face, his tiny body shaking in fear. She could hear his heartbeat racing, and it only fueled her desire to play with him.

With her gloved hand, she gently stroked his body, feeling his tiny muscles tense under her touch. She could feel his fear, but she also sensed a hint of excitement. The giantess grinned, knowing that she was in control.

Slowly, she brought the boy down to her lips, teasing him with the tip of her tongue. The boy squirmed and shouted, but he couldn't escape her grasp. With a flick of her tongue, she pulled him into her hand mouth, savoring the feeling of his struggles against her tongue and the rubbery taste of her gloves.

One by one, she played with each of the boys, using her gloved hands to tickle and tease them before sensually easing them into her mouth and down her throat. They were all so small and helpless, and she loved every second of it.

As the fours boys wiggled in her stomach her gloved hand wandered down to her moist slit. She forced a couple of fingers inside her loving the textured feel of her rubber fingers in unison with the struggling boys. She continued to finger herself until the boys became silent and she orgasmed. The woman removed her hand and licked the juices from her fingers tasting herself on them smiling with satisfaction and thoughts of her next victims.