Ben 10/Scanty Bad; giantess, gentle, mouthplay, insertion

>Ben Tennison, young shapeshifting hero, lay in his nearly-useless human form in the giant foot print of the alien giant form he was just knocked out of.
>The cocky kid looks skyward at his opponent, a towering grey female alien wearing black and purple.
>He knew she was a female based solely on the feminine curves her immodest outfit displayed.
>Her face was almost obscured by her massive chest.
>Before he could free himself from the crater, the mutated alien, a Way Bad as they had been dubbed, reached down and picked up the nearly defeated human for inspection.
>Ben was lifted up, getting an IMAX-like view of the giantess's firm stomach and heaving breasts.
>He might have had more of a mind to think of her as pretty, with her expressive eyes and mischievous smirk, if she hadn't tried to kill him moments prior.
>Her motivations now were mysterious to him now, though, as he expected her to stomp down on him upon seeing his fragile state.
>Instead, Ben watched as a pink tongue came slithering out from the alien's mouth, and slowly drag itself up the front of his body, lingering a bit longer on his face than his body.
>Ben spit free some of her saliva that got caught in his mouth during her taste test.
>The Way Bad grimaced at the taste, which Ben was both relieved and disappointed by.
>Relieved because he figured this meant she wasn't likely to eat him now.
>Disappointed because...well he wasn't sure why.
>The whole situation was giving him conflicting emotions, to say the least.
>Blessed with an idea, Scanty-Bad, as Ben had named her in his mind, brought one of her sharp fingers to his collar and started to drag it downward.
>The fine precision displayed caused Ben's clothes to be ripped apart, but left his body unharmed.
>Ben did all he could to move his legs to try and cover his half erect cock, embarrassed even though he wasn't sure if she even knew why a human would have shame in being naked, especially in public.
>Scanty-Bad found his wriggling adorable, first assuming he was trying to free himself, but upon seeing his body blush, started to put the pieces together.
>The "wrapping" out of the way, the alien giantess laid out her tongue again, saliva dripping from its dip down onto her purple see-through top.
>She relished in the shocked expression that the human made upon seeing her tasting organ again, and kept her eyes locked on his face as long as possible while she went in for another taste.
>This time she was much more delighted with his flavor, and conveyed this with a pleased moan while her tongue slid up his body.
>Again Ben was disgusted by the demeaning display he was participating in, but not nearly as much as he would have thought.
>Counter to his cocky persona, his body was betraying him by giving in to the sensations Scanty-Bad was eliciting from him, evidenced by his diminished effort in trying to free himself, and the erection that was slowly forming.
>Scanty-Bad savored the flavor, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she pulled studied every flavor she had pulled away with her tongue.
>With no concern on his opinion for her decision, Scanty-Bad tossed Ben toward her open maw, her tongue lulled out slightly to act as a welcome mat for her new guest.
>Ben barely had time to reorient himself on the slick muscle and make a feeble attempt to escape before the light was taken from him and he was sealed in the humid cave with the perverted creature upon he rested.
>It moved slowly at first, her tongue, careful not to swallow or injure him, at least not before she had her fun.
>Ben was even more aware of the dangers of his situation, constantly thinking about how to avoid falling into the groaning abyss behind him.
>Assuming he had no chance of forcing his way out of her mouth, he opted to hug his arms and legs around the tongue as best he could, treating it like a bucking bronco, and hoped an escape opportunity would present itself soon.
>Outside, standing in the middle of the city wreckage that was their gladiator arena, Scanty-Bad smiled with her mouth full, letting out letting moans here and there to let anyone listening know that she had found a new favorite treat.
>Any humans that witnessed the hero disappear into her mouth were understandably terrified, and opted to hide rather than observe further, only to be reminded of the scene by those satisfied sucking sounds.
>Scanty-Bad, clearly unconcerned with the opinions of the frail denizens of the planet, felt no shame in cupping one of her large breasts and massaging it, having found the taste test to be oddly arousing.
>Perhaps it was the power play she was feeling, or perhaps she found Ben cute not in a pathetic way, but in a far more pleasing one.
>Inside, Ben held on for dear life, his body rubbing up against the warm, soft, wet tongue while it rolled and slid him against the roof of the alien's mouth.
>Just as Scanty-Bad was discovering her arousal at the scene, he too couldn't help but ignore some of the peril in favor of the pleasure his body was experiencing.
>Young as he was, hormones constantly flowing through him, any opportunity to hump something was rarely missed.
>So, even when being humiliated and threatened with digestion, Ben couldn't help but to start moving his hips against her tongue, sliding his now painfully hard cock against her taste buds.
>Scanty leaned back against a building, causing debris to fall down onto an already cluttered street.
>Ben was given a moment of sunlight, illuminating his fleshy surroundings, framed by incredibly sharp fangs, when Scanty opened her mouth just enough to stick her finger in.
>The digit rubbed along side him on her tongue, threatening to knock him loose if he didn't double his efforts on staying locked to the muscle.
>Thankfully for him, the finger was a brief visitor, coming in only to get slick with saliva, for reasons Ben couldn't figure.
>Scanty-Bad, of course, knew fell well why she had covered one of her fingers in saliva.
>With her other hand, she, much like she did with Ben's clothes, created a rip in her top, vertically down the middle, which she exploited to tear the cloth apart.
>Her grey hand slid along her grey chest, pressing down on her breast while she moved to cup it behind the black leather bra that remained on her chest.
>The wet finger was used to stimulate her nipple, furthering her enjoyment of Ben's tasty humiliation.
>The momentary distraction gone, Ben's focus returned to that of his hips thrusting against her tongue.
>The side of his face nuzzled up against her tongue, unconcerned with how it messed up his hair, as he grew accustomed to the warmth and wet surroundings.
>Matching his trait of little self control, Ben couldn't stop himself from letting out three thick ropes of eager cum onto her tongue, and prayed she wouldn't notice.
>She, of course, did.
>Scanty-Bad's pure red eyes went wide at the sudden flavor burst, small as the sampling was.
>The craving was overwhelming, and she started to try and gulp down the substance, whatever it was, leaving her hungry for more.
>Ben persisted in his survival efforts, and managed to hang onto the tongue as it bucked and tilted toward her throat.
>Just after the tongue settled, the mouth opened again, and when he looked out, he was staring straight toward her now bare cleavage, though still mostly covered by a black bra.
>Ben felt another pressure, this time pushing him forward rather than pulling him back toward her throat.
>Out came Ben, wet and naked, spat out onto the expansive shelf of Scanty's chest.
>As if her mouth was hard enough to get his bearings in, his large, soft, breasts were nearly impossible.
>Being covered in her spit certainly didn't help, either.
>Scanty didn't even allow him the chance to get his bearings this time, and before he knew it, he was being pushed down further between her huge tits.
>All that was left in the open air was Ben's head and shoulders.
>His constant wriggling sent shivers through Scanty-Bad, the giant alien pulling sheepishly at her top so she could have a better view.
>Ben watched as either of her hands slid out of sight, hiding behind her breasts on either side.
>Though certainly inexperienced, it wasn't hard for even Ben to figure out what was coming next.
>The pressure around him intensified as Scanty pressed her tits together, pushing them up and down to rub up against Ben.
>After a few minutes of jostling, Scanty wanted more, and so began the process of removing the black bra and let her breasts hang free.
>A plan without much forethought, and as soon as the pressure the garment put on her tits was lessened, Ben felt the pressure from her tits around him lessen as well.
>A less agile and quick-thinking person might have fell all the way down the giantess's flat tummy, but Ben quickly grabbed onto the thin purple material that was still draped, albeit ripped, across Scanty's frame.
>She thought nothing of his harrowing avoidance of death, and didn't miss a beat in reaching into her top and plucking him.
>Ben was carried out from her shirt and held in front of her as she used her other hand to discard the rest of her top.
>At least she was considerate enough not to leave him hanging onto it while she did.
>Not just proportionately to her frame, but also comparatively to his entire body, Scanty had the biggest tits Ben had ever seen.
>The saliva building in his mouth threatened to drip out of his mouth if he didn't raise his slack jaw.
>Even a giant, city-destroying, mutant alien can feel bashful and flattered.
>The red blush forming against Scanty's grey cheeks was proof enough of that.
>The sheepish feelings were quickly done away with when Scanty's desires came rushing back in full force.
>At the same speed of her desires, Ben was thrust toward her right breast, and collided with her erect nipple.
>Ben didn't have to struggle to hang onto the massive breast for long.
>As his feet scrambled to find purchase against the smooth flesh, Scanty's palm came to eclipse Ben's world, soon pressing him into the soft breast.
>Scanty let out a loud moan as Ben's protests were muffled by the tit he was practically sinking into.
>The hand began to move, and with it so did Ben.
>The young man was rolled along the soft hill, knocking into her dark nipple on each pass.
>Ben hoped he was sturdy enough to survive this sexy assault.
>Electrical signals ran through him, confusing the pain for pleasure and compounding it with the actual enjoyment his body was feeling.
>Once more, even when objectified for his enemy's delight, Ben found himself visibly aroused.
>Soon, he was getting into the movements of her hand as well, complimenting its path with his own thrusts and hugs.
>The sounds of Scanty's pleasure vibrated through her body, causing her breast to jiggle ever so slightly.
>Unable to trust her own balance under the condition, Scanty slid down the building and brought herself to sit down onto the ruined sitting street, grinding her bum into the cement.
>Ben thought of what it must look like, from a more reasonable distance than he was at.
>The sight of this large, beautiful, creature, twisting her hips in pleasure while massaging her own curvy assets.
>The idea that he was an active participant, vital, he assumed, in her pleasure made him swell with pride, and lust.
>Overcome by the softness of his surroundings, and the imagery running through his head, Ben let out another youthful load, leaving a wet splotch just above her nipple.
>Feeling this, Scanty pulled Ben away and looked down to examine.
>A single swipe of her finger and stroke of her tongue against its tip, and Scanty shivered with delight.
>She then looked at Ben, panting and exhausted, and laughed at how easily she had dominated him.
>Ben's post orgasm afterglow was ruined by the mocking laughter of an alien who seemed to see him only as a cute little toy, unable to bring about any feelings in her unless she directed his movements herself.
>His youthful arrogance demanded satisfaction, and so in defiance of her giggling, he challenged her.
>Scanty stared, wide eyed, as Ben ordered her to lay him atop her other tit, and let him show her what kinds of heights he could bring her to.
>Though thoroughly unmoved by his posturing, she was amused by his cocksure attitude, and figured she had nothing to lose by letting him try and prove himself.
>So upon his request, Ben was lifted over to her left breast, where he was dropped a short height above her nipple.
>The landing onto such soft, and yielding, flesh caused him to stumble, like a newborn calf trying to walk for the first time.
>Again she laughed, and again Ben fumed.
>He'd show her, he thought.
>Ben focused his efforts on her nipple, as it was the easiest thing to grab onto and manipulate on the fast hill of her breast.
>Though she felt little at first, she had to admit, his feverish determination at eliciting something from her was actually working.
>The sensitivity of her nipple even allowed her to feel more of his specific efforts more than she thought she would.
>Her smug smile began to fade into a face of rising pleasure.
>Ben was stealing that smugness she held as he watched her demeanor change.
>The hero assaulted the nipple, squeezing it with his hands and pressing down onto it with all his weight.
>When his salivating became too much to ignore, he managed to fit the entire nipple into his mouth, where he bit down onto it as hard as he could, confident it wouldn't hurt her, not that he would mind if it did.
>At the very least it made her squeal with surprise and delight.
>Scanty couldn't believe that this tiny creature was sending so many waves of pleasure through her.
>Scanty's eyes went wide again as a sudden rush of pleasure crashed through her.
>She had never felt something like it before, never knew its existence, yet it was something she helped Ben himself reach twice in that very day.
>Her panting was quick at first, and the constant heaving of her breasts caused Ben to lose his grip and fall, tumbling down the underside of her tit and landing in the shadow it cast below it.
>Luckily for him, Scanty had taken to lying down on the street, so it wasn't hard to stand back up once he landed on her abdomen.
>Ben walked over to look at her between her tits, standing smug with his hands on his hips.
>When she regained some sense of her surroundings, she peered down at the tiny human standing in defiance of her, posing heroically between her tits.
>She wasn't done in yet, and scoffed at his valiant posture, smirking in mild amusement of his attitude.
>He wasn't surprised, though.
>Someone like her, it would take a bit more than some nipple work to cause her to tap out.
>Showing he wasn't ready to throw in the towel either, Ben turned around and began to walk down the stretch of her stomach.
>He did have to focus to keep from stumbling.
>As flat and firm as her stomach was, it still twitched with involuntary movements, no doubt brought on by his tiny footsteps across her sensitive skin.
>When he reached her navel, Ben turned back around to face her.
>Scanty's eyebrows knit in confusion at his plan, but upon seeing him point dramatically between her legs, she understood perfectly.
>She did her best to keep from knocking him over when she reached down to hike up her incredibly short skirt.
>Ben, too, put a lot of effort into keeping from falling over as her body shifted, not wanting to lose a shred of credibility and manliness he had earned already.
>When the black fabric bunched up around her waist, Ben looked down between her legs, and already could feel the intense heat rising from below.
>Deep breath taken, Ben steeled himself, ignoring his sudden reservations and nervousness.
>His mouth has written a rather large check, and he definitely did not want it to bounce.
>He stepped closer to the edge, so to speak, and looked down at the hot flesh and the dampness along her inner thighs.
>He'd really done a number on her, he thought.
>The skin was slick already, and her eager body caused her hips to constantly twitch with desire.
>It would be a difficult climb to position himself just right, but Scanty-Bad decided to save him the trouble.
>A hand loomed overhead, the shadow it cast causing Ben to look up at it as if it were a visiting UFO.
>Certainly in no position to argue, Ben let himself be picked up and turned around, then laid upon her lips.
>As soon as they came, the fingers slid off of his back, leaving him to the duties he claimed he could fulfill with ease.
>With nowhere else to go but forward, Ben set to work, and immediately Scanty reacted.
>His massive head fell back onto the street once his mouth pressed to her aching clit.
>She shivered at the sensation of his tiny hands and feet pressing into the skin around her entrance.
>Though he was only squirming to keep from falling out of position, she enjoyed the results all the same.
>The scent and taste of her were overwhelming, but not bad.
>A quickly acquired taste.
>And judging by the giantess's immediate reactions, Ben figured he was a natural.
>This revelation gave him the needed ego boost to increase his efforts, starting to put his whole body into the performance.
>The more he worked, the more she reacted, her body squirming and twitching, and hands raising up to cup her massive breasts and squeeze them.
>He wished he could be up there again, between them, now that he was a bit more in the right head-space in order to enjoy the experience.
>Ben worried that her legs might close in wanton pleasure, her thighs crushing him, but there was no need for concern.
>Her thighs were just the right shape to give the massive alien an alluring thigh gap.
>Ben would be safe, at least from that danger.
>Wanting to elicit more moans and cries from the Way Bad, and no doubt due to his own controlling hormones, Ben started to thrust himself against those ever dampening, and widening, lips.
>It was certainly not like sex with a normal sized woman, but it certainly was enjoyable all the same.
>Scanty's back arched, throwing her tits up into her massaging palms and causing her nipples to get pinched when her fingers squeezed her tremendous pair.
>Ben was getting into a good rhythm now, utilizing all parts of his body as much as possible.
>Hands grasping at her outer lips, both to keep him upright and tease her skin.
>His mouth suckling on her clit, testing what moves elicited what reactions form her, and organizing them to create a chorus of pleasured sounds and twitches.
>Feet had no choice but to press against the entrance of her, pressing down on the edges of her inner lips.
>The rest of his body squirmed and thrust against the soaked and soft surface of her pussy, giving it all he had but mindful he didn't lose his balance and slip in.
>All those efforts to stay outside would be for naught, for once again that hand loomed over head and sought to dictate Ben's next path.
>So lost in his work, he didn't notice the hand coming over until he could feel light fade around him, and the air parting around her massive hand.
>Before he could react, her finger tips pressed on his back, urging him further against her, trying to gain more pleasure from Scanty's living sex toy.
>He fought at first, but soon realized there was no use in that.
>Her overwhelming strength aside, he was also more curious than fearful of going inside.
>So instead of resist, all his effort was put into moving his body so when he went in, he was in a comfortable position and could explore as needed.
>The effect was instantaneous for her, the fresh new experience wracking her body with pleasure she didn't think possible unless she was destroying an entire civilization.
>Inside, Ben was crawling further, wishing to explore more of her more intimate spaces.
>The air was thin, and the heat indescribable, but he had been in tighter situations before.
>Determined, he moved around, more so to orient himself, but the added bonus of making her howl with pleasure, audible even from inside her, was nice too.
>Ben pushed against her walls, turning himself around and rubbing against every wrinkle he could find.
>Scanty squeezed her thighs tightly, digging her sharp nails against her skin in pure abandon.
>Once he had found a comfortable enough position, Ben started to thrust his hips again, there being plenty of spots that could grip on his cock as he did.
>He was coughing up more juices than he'd like, but he knew the only way out was to get her off, so that became his sole focus.
>Though, he hadn't considered the possibility of her orgasm tightening her walls so much as to crush him.
>Neither of them had concerns like that anymore.
>They became beings of pure lust, acting only to reach orgasmic heights and ignoring the rest of the world.
>Ben, thanks to his youthful vigor, was able to empty out a third load that day.
>There was no time to enjoy the aftermath, as seconds after he came, so too did she, and hers was far more noticeable than his.
>The walls constricted more, trying to hold him in place, contrasting against the surge of juices trying to push him out.
>All he could do was try not to swallow too much of the stuff.
>Eventually, the threat to his life stopped, and Ben found himself being pulled free from the pleasurable prison by Scanty's probing fingers.
>Ben was dragged along her body, leaving a damp streak along her stomach and over her right breast.
>She even dangled him a little longer over her nipple, stealing more pleasure.
>Ben couldn't help but still feel a pang of fear in his chest, being dangled over her open mouth as he was, her cum dripping off of him and falling onto her twitching tongue.
>Slowly she cleaned him, dragging her tongue across his body to savor the mix of flavors her new recipe has created, taking her time as she knew he likely wasn't ready for a second round so soon after the first.
>Poor thing looked absolutely worn out, she thought, and yet he still smiled smugly through all the exhaustion he was obviously feeling.
>Wet now only with saliva instead of sweat and cum, Ben was moved to her other hand, sitting on her palm as she carefully sat up.
>Though there was nothing she could do for her tattered top, her skirt was pulled back down over her dripping sex and wide rear.
>Ben stood, ready to be set down onto a nearby roof, where they would discuss the conditions of her surrender.
>After all, he had risen to the challenge and "defeated" her.
>He started to realize she had no intention of letting him go, however.
>Ben demanded to be freed, but Scanty replied only with a smirk and a slow shake of her head.
>He threw up his hands and asked what more she could want with him.
>She gave a soft giggle before reaching back and giving her ass a thunderous spank.
>Dull though he often seen as, it didn't take Ben long to figure out where next his services would be required.
>There was no jumping free of her hand, though, once the fingers closed around him and kept him secure, long enough to trap him with the waistband of her skirt, leaving the upper half of his body to watch the path she walked, unsure of her destination, but sure of his.
>Though he had won, proven himself, perhaps, he thought, he had done too good of a job.