I was actually happy to watch the giantess change. Fluttershy hopped around the room, each bounce of her foot causing an earthquake to tremble underneath my own. She was struggling to slide her slim black pants up her thick, yellow furry thighs, and the mass of her ass certainly wasn't helping her efforts.

“Oh, dear!” Fluttershy whined as she stopped hopping. She resorted to shaking her hips, squeezing her ass cheeks past the waistband as it inched up her body. “Come on pants. Please be nice.”

I crossed my arms; only Fluttershy would beg material objects to be kind.

“Ah!” Fluttershy smiled as the fabric came along the sides of her hips. She stood up, her figure rising at a speed incomprehensible to my eyes; all she did was stand straight. “There we are!” Her massive teal eyes settled down, past her enormous cleavage, and at the tiny dragon standing atop her dresser. “And there you are.”

“Peeping Tom's Anonymous,” I replied. “I was told our rehabilitation meetings took place here. I take it you're the gorgeous women that'll be stripping for us today?” I tilted my head as I faked confusion. “Wait, rehabilitation means what exactly?”

Fluttershy rolled her eyes at my pathetic excuse of a joke. Her cheeks flushed pink. My humor was worth the effort after all. A few seconds later, her hand reached out for me, like a crane reaching for a stuffed toy, her slim fingers spit above my head, pinching me at the nape of my neck as she picked me up.

I never grew tired of the thrill. Ever since I shrunk and was left in Shy's care, the simple act of her picking me up almost made me vomit at first; the feeling of my body losing its weight as fingers lifted me. The surface of the table loomed between my feet, its length and size growing the further I am pulled away, the same true for everything else around me.

This used to terrify me, that was, until the giantess found the perfect way to pick me up.

Fluttershy's fingers brought me over to her crotch. The first thing to greet me was her undone zipper, parting the fabric to reveal the white panties taut to her fur. She'd let me dangle here for a moment, letting me see just how heavy her crotch was, how smooth her curves were, and most importantly of all, teasing me to just where I'd be spending our little trip together.

The fingers pulled up at my neck, and at once, I was lifted along the slope of her body. A furry yellow belly button passed me by as I traveled up her slim stomach. I fought the temptation to run my claw along her tummy.

Few moments of my ascension later, and I found myself being pulled back, the slope of Fluttershy's gigantic breasts beginning. Inches above my head, the sight of her underboob sent a tingle between my legs.

And I didn't even try to fight that temptation.

The sight only improved when I came inches away from the front of her breasts. Exposed, her pink nipples jutted out, looking hard almost by appearance. Fluttershy always had a killer rack, but each of her mammoths was like mountains to my diminutive size; ones I always enjoyed trekking up and exploring around.

But even at the peak of my sexual climax, where I was surrounded by everything from titanic breasts to a pussy I was able to fit inside, nothing ever could be compared to seeing Fluttershy's giant face up close. Her expression was soft, slightly scared, but in her eyes, there was always a glint whenever they settled on me—nothing could ever beat that effect.

“Afternoon, beautiful,” I said, and she smiled. “You ready to do this thing?”

Fluttershy nodded. With her other hand, she pulled the strands of her pink mane out from before her eyes. “Mmmhm. I'm ready, though...”

I arched an eyebrow. “Though what?”

She bit her bottom lip—a powerful display when every little thing was big to me. The innocence behind the act, the unintentional sexiness behind the action, it was always a paradox with Fluttershy that drove me into a strange lust.

“Come on,” I said. It was still surprising that a girl could be scared of a dragon she was holding up by her fingertips. In a way, that knowledge always made me feel a tad safer. “We're already going to be late. What's on your mind?”

Her eyes stared at me. “...are you sure this is a good idea?”

I nodded. “It is for me. Why? You having second thoughts?”

She shook her head—the movement of her hair was like watching a waterfall sway. “I'm okay with it. It's just... I don't want you to get hurt.”

“Trust me,” I replied with a grin, “you're too soft to hurt me. Besides, even if you did, it'd be the good kind of hurt.”

Fluttershy's blush grew. “Oh, hush.”

Despite her embarrassment, her fingers drew me close to her large, plush lips. In a second, they enveloped my body, their softness rubbing against my scales, a kiss beyond any kind of scale; I kissed back, but moved my body so she actually felt something.

The kiss lasted a few seconds.

She then pulled me away.

“Okay,” Fluttershy began, her expression suddenly serious, “if you really want to do this, then I'm not going to stop you.” She tilted her head gently forward. “Just... be careful. For me?”

I nodded my head, and after that, there wasn't a need for any more words.

The giant and beautiful Fluttershy lowered me along her body, faster than when she picked me up, and this time, she had a clear destination in mind. It wasn't before long her unzipped crotch greeted me, the pants that conformed to every inch of her body—so tight, that not anything even tiny could slip through them.

I really did love this girl.

Then, without hesitation, the fingers brought me forward, the teeth of the zippers shooting up along my sides as the white field of her panties grew ever bigger. To my surprise, the fingers let go of my neck, letting me fall, thankfully, only a few inches to the crotch below. My body bounced against the front of her panties, the fabric soft to the touch, the lips behind them even softer.

My descent didn't last long as I finally collided against the 'ground' of her pants. It really did blow my mind to see, feel, and experience how small I was. When I rose to my feet, my weight didn't make a dent in the fabric of her pants, and with only an inch to spare, the giant, white panties loomed above my head.

I took a deep breath, made a mental picture of my current home while there was still light, and once I was finished, turned around to face the giant world from inside the pants of my giant girlfriend. I stepped forward, letting my claws fall on the teeth of the zipper for support as I gaze outward.

Suddenly, the pants, my home and my world, became tighter.

Looking up, I saw two hands reaching down, its fingers grabbing the top of the waistband, pulling the pants up and along her hips—sealing my place along her body. The difference of scale between us was crazy. To Fluttershy, she was just pulling up and doing her pants, an action for the ordinary; to me, it was like having a world move on its own as it gained momentum.

I couldn't see it, but I could feel her gaze on me. Looking down from her incredible height, she would see a tiny dragon resting in her crotch, leaning out from her zipper, gazing at the world beyond her body as though it were the last time. She gave me a second to truly enjoy the view, before the nail of her index filled my vision, and in scratching the back of my head, then reached further down for her zipper.

My heart pounded against my chest.

The sound of the teeth below becoming zipped caused me to step backward. My back pressed against the slope of her crotch, feeling the heavy fabric of her panties along my spines, as the material of the pants became tighter as my world grew dimmer. The zipper, almost the size of me, flew up before me, sealing my fate as it rose to its top.

And just like that, Fluttershy had her pants on, and I was trapped inside of them.

I couldn't believe this was happening!

Twilight had only shown up at my door a few weeks ago with Spike cupped between her hands. Now, after some talking and time together, I now had him inside my pants, rubbing along my panties—I'd always wanted him there, but I never thought it would exactly happen.

Much less like this.

But being inside a giant girl's pants was what he wanted, and I wasn't going to deny him a wish like that. Carefully, I walked across the bedroom, getting used to the feeling of having something at my crotch, of a living thing rubbing against me, harder now because of my strides.

I came before my closet mirror. I offered my reflection a soft smile, something that still sometimes scared me when it smiled back, though my gaze quickly fell to my chest. I was still half-naked, and, even though it embarrassed me to admit it, my breasts were the biggest from the rest of the girls, and I knew just how much Spike loved to see them.

I would have put my bra on first, but another gift to him didn't seem to hurt.

And by the signs of it, he didn't seem hurt at all. I made sure to keep sensitive to his every movement to tell whether he was struggling or not. While he did move, it wasn't anything close to thrashing, though, even when I was still, he was still rubbing against me.

My heart fluttered in my chest. Looking back at the mirror, a smirk had replaced my smile, and, feeling a bit better than usual, slid the closet door to pick out an outfit, enjoying the sensation of having a tiny dragon trapped against me.