"Please, just let me Go!" His tiny voice squeaking, as her large fingers squeezed around him,
"Amy, please, ...don't hurt me!"
Flying through the air in a slow dipping arch, Thomas Speedman was trying to keep from vomiting as the blonde giantess slowly swept her hand around. Screaming as hard as he could, his voice straining to make it all the way up to her ears,
"Please, let me Go! I don't want to die!"
His whole body visibly trembling, struggling wildly against her large enveloping hand, Tom could feel every nerve in his whole body - tingling - as the huge feminine fingers crushed inward all around him!
Amy was humming a delightful tune - (something from Maria Carrie) - as she casually walked around, her towering long legs working as she walked - taking the tiny man around through her apartment, casually closing curtains and turning off lights. The large thighs flexing taut - then relaxing - to wobble slightly, before jerking taut once again. Each lumbering step appeared to be so effortless, ...her gigantic size from the tiny man's perspective, simply mind-boggling!
The towering giantess - Ms. Amanda Prodowsky, had apparently dismissed her late night guest, Dr. Maxine Harrison. And, from what tiny Tom could just barely fathom, was that the giantess was preparing to lock up and shut down for the night...
Maxine, the lady doctor- who had so haphazardly delivered him to her, wasn't here any longer - or so it seemed. She must have left some time ago, because from Tom's perspective, the way that Amy was acting, revealed that she and her sleeping daughter were the only one's there, her sweet and caring attitude had vanished as well, ...she had stripped off all of her clothes and was walking around nude, carrying him around in her hand like a left-over slice of pizza; checking all the rooms throughout the entire apartment.
Taking him into her small bathroom, the tall blonde closed the door behind her and locked it. Walking over to the giant toilet, the towering Goddess slowly sat down, releasing a long, slow breath,
....the inevitable dribbling sound revealed her intentions.
...
Smiling obsessively and looking down into her tight fist, she carefully sat little Tom on her smooth knee. Holding back her contained amusement, the Giantess Amy, slowly relaxed her grip, readjusting her fingers around him she enclosed his hips between her finger and thumb, ...gradually bringing her new toy up to her face.
Suddenly presenting him with a stern look. Her enlarging face so close - feigning a slight irritation, she scoffed. In turn, furrowing her thin blonde brows. The excessive frowning resulting in a dark, angry look... her ambivalence penetrating throughout.
Inside the soft lighting of the small washroom, her large looming face, (although, still extremely beautiful) took on a terrifying image for the tiny five-inch tall man. Her voice loud at first, then, gradually lowering in volume,
"I'm not going to hurt you, little bug. Why would I do that, ...you're just the perfect size for me, now..."
Calmly speaking down to her little prisoner, "Whatever gave you that idea... anyway? Why would someone as big as me, ...actually want to harm someone so puny and adorable?"
Quickly drawing a breath and trying to contain his swollen bladder, Tom grabbed onto her huge finger and squeezed it tightly... he knew that he was in serious trouble, but he really had no idea what this beautiful blonde giantess was planning; completely naked and sitting on her toilet. Holding him up in front of her pretty face...
"What was she going to do to him?", Tom thought, "Why did she have him inside of her bathroom?"
...
He must've fallen asleep earlier, he couldn't fully understand what was going on here, that dream was so real, though, that - he could almost 'feel' his whole body getting pulverized beneath her giant barefoot!
"You 'DO' remember me, don't you, Mr. Speedman?"
Slowly lowering her hand back down to her right leg, she carefully relaxed her fingers, allowing his feet to slip out, coming to rest upon her smooth knee.
Remember her? Oh, yeah. He 'remembered her' alright, she was so sweet working at the front desk, ...'wait a minute', ...had he saw her somewhere before?
He wasn't too sure... Tom looked up into her huge blue eyes. Every nerve in his whole body was on sensory overload - he hadn't ever laid his eyes on anyone so beautiful in his entire life...
...standing there so precariously upon her smooth giant thigh, ...No, he had most definitely, NOT - ever seen her before!
"What is it, Mr.Speedman. You're not afraid of me, are you?"
Her perfectly shaped blonde brows, slightly uplifted, peering down at her little toy with a slight smirk; her large eyes displaying a dazzling look of wonder, ...gently taking him back up within her hand, shifting it over - she carried him out over the open space between her legs,
"I'm not going to hurt you, little man, we're just getting started here.", she calmly whispered, "I think we might have to give you a bath, though", she wrinkled her nose with a cute little wink. Slowly bringing him closer to her nose, she sniffed him,
"Pew - you 'Stink!'" She blurted out, "Shoo-wee, where have you 'been' Thomas? You smell like my daughter Jazzy's, little pet Hamster!"
Tom couldn't smell anything. What the hell was she talking about!
He didn't, 'Stink' - did he?
Glancing down, noticing that her supporting fingers had slightly loosened from around him - giving him much more room to move. Although he couldn't really do anything, she was holding him directly over the open area between her long smooth legs. And, just below that, was the dark depths within the huge ceramic bowl.
Looking down between her glorious inner-thighs, the tiny miniature man could clearly see the cool yellowish colored water, glistening within the deep overshadowed pond down inside; giving the reflecting pool of acidic liquid that well-known 'golden glow'...
On the surface, the reversed image of her giant bare ass spreading out across it. If Tom hadn't fully realized, just how small he had become, then - seeing that image of her - from this anomalous perspective, definitively drove it all home!
His mind started racing with horrible thoughts, ...what could she possibly be thinking of doing to him? Just what was this giant woman, going to do, ...wipe her Ass with him... (or, what?)
Looking up, Tom's wide-opened eyes traveled all the way up across her bare stomach, ...the daunting distance from hips to her breasts was the equivalent of four times his height, ...and, the size of her over-hanging boobie's was simply unimaginable!
Just the incredible sight of her huge, magnificently perfect breasts -from this low-angle perspective - made them appear even larger! And, so much more deadly than anything that he had ever seen!
Her wide relaxed hips - covering the entire toilet seat - the soft smooth sides slightly extending beyond the edges, her wide - gigantic thighs - equally divided and slowly becoming narrower as his eyes traveled back to her knees.
Her voice suddenly lowering, she spoke almost silently. Her face became emotionless as if she were sending the tiny man an esoteric message,
"I want you to hang on as tightly as you can, Thomas", she told him.
Becoming slightly more commanding, Amy lowered him down between her legs and started to bring him closer to her fuzzy crotch,
"You better hang on, Tom!", she whispered, as her large fingers forcefully pressed his entire body into her damp pussy mound.
Tom reached out on each side grabbing a handful of golden curls. There was nothing else to grab! The nylon-like, wiry hairs, all tangled around his arms and chest as he desperately tightened his fingers within his tiny fists. In a whole-hearted attempt to desperately try and hang on, he pulled both his feet up and tried to use his toes, too!
Her large fingers released from around his waist and simply left him hanging there, ...twenty-feet above the yellow pool below...
"Don't let go!", Amanda playfully whispered, "If you fall in, I'm not getting you out!"
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Just then, she spread her thighs a little wider, bowing her back and tilting her pelvis forward - her crotch turning upward, exposing it entirely and making it much more attainable to her tiny plaything.
Her movements, allowing little Tom to suddenly get a foothold; he quickly braced his feet against the compressed, pancake-like, lower butt cheeks.
Pressing his feet into her soft sweaty flesh - caused the giantess to giggle and quake. Her laughter crackling aloft, sending mild vibrations throughout her entire body.
Feeling his minuscule movements, her large glutes flexing on the hollow seat, taking her tiny passenger up and down in several pistoning compressions.
There wasn't much hair for Thomas to hang onto and he was forced to press his face directly in front of the giantess pussy. Her aroused clitoris, swelling in response to his tiny touch, as the tiny man clung desperately to her moist fleshy lips.
Her sharp fingernail suddenly dug into his backside, ...abruptly pressing his entire front into her heated mound!
"Amy wait!", Thomas screamed! "Please, don't do this!"
Her single fingertip ignored his tiny squeaking, insisting that he snuggle closer, it firmly pressed against his naked butt - causing him to push his waist into her giant pussy!
Unable to control his most primal reaction, his miniature cock sprang up and slipped between the soft slippery seam dividing the huge lips. The heated wall of enormous pussy was drawing him in, ...the opening growing wet, relaxing the swelling mountain of female sex.
"Oooh, yesss!", her tremendous voice resounded from high above.
Tom tried to fight back against her pressing finger, but she easily positioned him where she wanted, lining him up perfectly and pushing him firmly into her. Squeezing his waist with two fingers and thumb, she drew him back slightly and then pressed him back in again, ...forcing him to perform like a tiny mechanical toy!
"Do it! Do it, little man!", she commanded!
Working him back and forth into her giant mound, using her controlling fingers, she slowly forced him to enter her enormous sex, pushing his hips along in slow exaggerated pumping motions.
Fucking herself with the miniature man, Amy clamped her knees around the toilet seat and flexed her mighty thighs, "Ugh, Gaaah!", her voice grunting with sexual frustration, she backed up and scooted forward on the hollow seat.
"Mm, you better get busy little man!"
His heart pounding with sheer terror, the tiny man held as tightly as he could. Holding onto the curly strands of overgrown pubis, he struggled to keep from getting squashed into her gigantic pussy!
"Fuck me little BUG!", she commanded. "You better start humping, or I'm going to crush you between my legs!"
Without thinking, the frightened little male slave instantly began thrusting his hips as hard as he could! Driving his solid member deeply into her, ...his back flexing to the extreme - recoiling from the over-extension, he strained every muscle in his miniature body!
'Squish squish squish squish squish'
Hopelessly, attempting to appease this gigantic pussy, the tiny man-slave started humping for all that he was worth!
'Squish squish squish squish squish'
Her large hips moved forward, scooting across the toilet seat with a quick series of jittering pops, her sticky sweat-coated skin - sticking to the seat - producing a fast skittering sound beneath her ass.
The unexpected vibration, shaking him around - making him loosen his grasp, as his hands were beginning to wear out, ...the slippery sweat was becoming more, and more slippery.
Tom was suddenly distracted from his pointless humping, to discover that his hands were indeed slipping loose... he was going to fall off...
If Amy didn't catch him quickly - preventing the inevitable - he was about to slip loose and plunge down into the huge toilet bowl!
Amy's large thighs slowly came together, ...enclosing completely around him - just in time - saving him from dropping down into the toilet water. Huge ultra-soft walls squeezing around his tiny figure, securing his miniature little body in between and nearly blocking out all of the light.
"Alright Thomas, ...this isn't doing anything for me. We're going to have to find some other way that you can be useful, ...hang on, I'm going to get up now.", she calmly warned.
Suddenly rising up from the huge seat, Tom struggled to grab another handful of pubic hair and hanging on to it as tightly as he could, he was slowly taken up higher above the giant toilet.
Standing up and taking a wide stance. Tom was just barely dangling between her open thighs. Reaching down, she cupped her hand beneath him and caught him, just as he dropped away from her overheated crotch, ...flopping like a wet fish directly into the center of her palm.
Thinking that he was about to fall directly down into the toilet, Tom instantly started screaming, ...flouncing around and yelling out in desperation,
"Ahhhh, HELP ME!" , he cried out! Flopping all around and kicking his feet!
Amy couldn't help herself from bursting out into an enormous fit of glorious laughter! She casually carried the squirming man over to her sink and carefully sat him down next to the soap dish, ...her hand pulled away, awkwardly releasing him to drop down on his bare butt.
"Oh, Tommy! Stop it, you're making me laugh!", she urgently said. "...and, whenever I laugh like this, I get really horny!"
Tom suddenly realized where he was - sitting up safely on the solid sink counter - no longer precariously dangling above that enormous pool of filthy piss-water. Looking up at the giggling giant woman, his overwhelming fear of drowning - was instantly replaced with another sudden emotion,
"What the, ...you fuckin' bitch! You think this is FUNNY?!" - he screamed. "What the fuk's the wrong wit YOU!? I Could have Been Killed!"
Laughing harder, as she swiftly attempted to fill the sink with soapy water - Amy had to hug herself, wrapping both her arms around her sides, as she suddenly burst into another fitful round of feminine laughter!
"Stop it! Stop it, ...right now!", her breasts bouncing, "You're making me, ...incredibly aroused, I can't - I can't, breath, ...oh, oh, you're so funny", she struggled to tell him, "Oh, oh, you are so, ...so cute!"
Tom became furious! He suddenly stood up and walked to the edge of the counter top. He was about to jump off down into the softness of a frilly pink rug, when Amy's huge hand suddenly swept around and cupped him, ...scooping him up and carrying him over above the sink.
"Where do think that you're going, little mister grumpy?"
"Put me down, right now!", Tom yelled. "I'm not going to be treated like this, ...I'm a man, not some little 'plaything' for you to just use any way that you want - you can't do this to me, just let me GO!"
"Oh, what's wrong, now? I thought that you'd enjoy being like, my little plaything?"
"Leave me alone!", Tom just managed to say, ...before he was swiftly dunked down under and plunged into the depths of the hot soapy water, ...completely submerged and squished up tightly within her powerful grasp, he was forced to hold his breathe and endure the swift and encompassing compressions of several extremely large and quite nimble fingers!
Amy giggled, as she dipped her tiny pet down under the water. Her smile spreading wide as she felt his desperation - struggling wildly within her fingers - she playfully squeezed him and slowly brought him up for air.
Tom gasped and flung his head back to whip his hair out of his eyes. Slinging water all across the frothy pool, he reached up and pressed his fingertips over his eyes - wiping the soap away - he squinted and coughed as he quickly reached back down to brace himself within her enveloping hand,
"Let me Go!", he screamed.
"Aw, so cute!", the towering giantess said, "I remember giving Jazzy a bath when she was just a baby, ...but, she wasn't nearly as small as you are, Thomas.
I couldn't have given her a bath in this sink, ...she was far too big! ...even when she was a 'newborn' - (ha ha) she was ten times bigger than you are!"
Treading water and trying to gain his bearings, Tom struggled to get away from her grasp. The steaming hot water creating a heavy fog of steaming clouds just above the surface, he could barely see anything beyond his arm's length...
Her fingers easily wrapped around his waist, sliding over his back and swishing along the length of his legs, ...a finger and thumb - larger than his legs - pinched up his right foot and firmly clamped it tightly, squeezing it firmly, he was quickly upended, as her huge hand lifted straight up, turning him over and lifting him up above the water!
Handling him like a child's toy, the blonde giantess giggled. Holding him upside down just above the soapy pool, she dangled him by his right foot, ...just holding him there, upside down!
"Now what?", she playfully said. "What's the little bug boy going to do now, hm?"
Streams of soapy water rained down from her hand, draining down from his chest and dripping back into his face, he squirmed around and screamed,
"Stop it! Let me Go!", Tom screamed, "Leave me alone!"
"Aw, look at you now, Thomas. Such a little tough guy, ...aren't you? So demanding. So smart. How did you ever wind up in such a pickle, hm ?", she teased.
"I thought that you were supposed to be this real slick attorney, ...making your own rules and doing whatever you want, ...using those other women - and just dumping them like a piece of trash."
Tom squirmed around and tried to reach up and grab the side of the giant fingertip. He was quickly lowered down, and jerked back up, ...forcing him to drop back and hang there between her pinching fingers,
"Now, we're going to be going by a whole new set of rules, Littleman. Thomas Speedman no longer exists in this world. You're mine now. Just a little bug.", Amy swiftly lifted him up higher, taking him up closer to her face. " And, from now on, you're going to do exactly as I say, ...and, if you don't, ...you'll be severely punished."
Tom was getting dizzy from hanging there upside down, and with his blood all rushing to his head, he was gradually becoming even more frustrated - this incessant teasing was really getting to him, and his anger welled up.
"Fuck You!", he yelled! "Go to Hell!"
Jerking around and trying to break free, he started wildly struggling between her fingers as she held him up, ...clenching his fists and throwing wild punches, he lost control of his emotions and started wildly squirming all around!
Several long minutes passed, and slowly, he was becoming more and more exhausted. His red face glaring up at her with bulging eyes, ...he screamed up her as loud as he could,
"I'm not going to do a fucking thing that you say, ...you can just go fuck yourself if you think that I'm, going to be your little toy - well, you can just, ...just! ..."
Suddenly looking up at her large looming face, he noticed just how ridiculously big she was, ...her large mouth hanging slightly agape, her teeth glistening in the brightly lit sink - her eyes sparkling with a glint of amusement - her fine, thin, lips, curving up into an evil smirk...
"Oh, ...we'll just see about that...", she calmly whispered. "I'm going to really enjoy this, little man!"
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Several weeks later, at Ms. Jackson's apartment...
It was just another lazy Saturday afternoon. The tall blonde, thirty-year-old, could have easily been mistaken for an eighteen-year-old high school girl, walking back into her large living room and swiftly grabbing up the remote.
Turning on her television, Twila glanced over the open 'T.V Guide' - making sure that her show was coming on. She loved watching the latest episodes of her favorite drama, 'CSI'.
Just freshly out of the shower, still naked and dripping wet - with only a large towel wrapped around her hair - she walked back into her bathroom and got dried off. Then to her bedroom, she hurried down the hallway - completely naked - she enjoyed the freedom of being nude.
She wished that she could just be naked, all of the time, ...she really loved the feeling. Whenever she was alone, and not expecting any visitors, in her apartment she often wore nothing at all, if it were up to her, everyone would have to be naked - especially during the hottest days of summer...
Selecting some old comfortable clothes, she reluctantly pulled them on and grabbed her phone. Walking back into her kitchen, she grabbed a bottle of water and poured some into a small tea cup. Placing it into the microwave, she did a few squats while waiting for it to heat.
After calling and ordered some home delivery, she stood next to her fridge slowly removing the towel from around her head. Dropping a tea bag into her cup she stood there next to her table waiting for it to steep, ...pondering the past day's events, she stood replaying some of them in her mind...
...
Discovering those two shrunken janitors, ...and then, three more little men, that were passed out just outside of the men's restroom. They had come along just in time... The three others were just barely able to defend themselves from being easily captured by some little girl.
The little girl, a cute little red head about seven years old - a daughter to one of the executives on the first floor; she had been playing in the playroom with several other kids and had left there to go to the restrooms.
Luckily, for her, she had just happened to be coming down the hallway at the very moment, that the three other men were waking up, ...if she had been given a few more minutes, she would have easily captured them all, and Melanie and herself, would have never even known about them...
However, when Melanie and herself came along - just after picking up the two janitors- they instantly saw the little girl squatting over three more shrinkies, ...suddenly realizing what was happening and what she was doing. They quickly intercepted!
Melanie told the little girl that they were her little men and that she had lost them, ...quickly snatching them up before they got away, - she thanked the little girl for finding them for her and the two women quickly stuffed them into Twila's purse and left before the little girl could protest.
It had been the most fantastic discovery for both of them, ...but, that little girl was very unhappy when they took them away from her...
...
Twinkie knew that Mel would be stopping over around ten o'clock and the two of them would most likely go out to some of the clubs around midnight... she always enjoyed listening to live music.
It had been the most amazing week, so many things had happened that she needed a little time to just relax and enjoy herself. So many things had changed. Everything would be very different, from now on... Twinkie was beginning to really enjoy, - finally - getting to be the one in charge!
Dropping the wet towel over the back of one of her kitchen chairs, she carefully picked up the tea and walked through her living room - making sure that she didn't accidentally step on anyone...
She giggled. Trying to contain her emotional excitement. Carrying herself in an odd sort of way, ...she was purring with sexual delight - she felt so, ...so 'Powerful' - like a Goddess.
Casually stepping across her large living room - glancing over the wide open floor space -yawning with a delightful sound -- releasing a long, drawn out, feminine moan, ...following it up with a cute little squeal.
She chuckled softly, swinging her wide set hips - deliberately teasing the captive audience down around her feet - pretending not to be aware of their presence as she walked past them...
Knowing that her return was most certainly acknowledged among them, she could almost feel their tension rising - her presence, alone - sending a chill down their spine.
Wearing an extremely tight, black colored, sleeveless tee-shirt, with a cut-off pair of jean shorts - her long luxurious legs so soft and smooth - wearing a nearly knee-high pair of fuzzy pink socks, pushed down and wrinkled up around her ankles. Placing the steaming tea cup down on her coffee table, she turned back toward the open floor.
Placing her hands down on her hips, she lazily shifted from side to side - surveying her territory with a predatory gaze, raising her voice she commanded some attention,
"Those shoes had better be spotless!", she said. Directing her voice on high.
"...because, if their NOT, (she finished in a sing-song fashion) ...you'll be sorry."
Suddenly falling backward and flopping down on her large cushy couch, she propped her feet up and crossed her ankles. Stretching her arms up high above her head, she allowed her butt to sink down into the large cushions.
Enjoying the feeling of her erect nipples pressing against the taut fibers of the conforming cotton shirt,
"Oh, I'm sooo hungry!", she blurted out - to no one in particular...
Wriggling her toes in the thick fuzzy socks, she chuckled again - wondering how her pink socks appeared to her miniature slaves, ...giant pink socks! (hee-hee)
Looking down on her floor - in the center of the huge, western-style area rug, ...three tiny, naked men - were diligently working away at polishing up a single pair of her black leather, high heel pumps.
Two more were standing on the coffee table - completely motionless - awaiting their mistress to give them her attention, ...trembling with fear, and trying their best to smile up at the gigantic blonde.
Back down on the floor, the huge pair of shoes - so dominating in appearance - dwarfing the other three miniature men, so much, that Twinkie chuckled with arousal and delight at the comical sight... they looked like little construction workers - sweating and laboring away at this most difficult task.
Smiling inwardly, she felt a warm tingling sensation stirring within her loins, she simply loved having so much power over these little men, ...it created the most bizarre blend of arousal and empowerment!
...
The pizza would be arriving any minute and she knew that she needed to hide her little pets, ...somewhere, near by - she really hated the fact that she would have to make them stop what they were doing...
"Alright, take a break 'little ones", breaking the silence.
"Come over here where I can see you, ...chop-chop!".
Leaning forward and turning toward them, she clapped her hands a few times to get their attention - then dropping both her socked feet back down onto the floor,
'BooM!' ~ exaggerating the effect - by letting them drop with a heavy thudding sound!
"Cmon, hurry up! I don't have all day!", she ordered. "One, Two, ...Three!"
The sudden crash of her giant feet hitting the solid wood floor, carrying out far and wide all across the room... sending a message that anyone under six-inches tall could easily understand...
Jeffery ran as fast as his bare feet would carry him, straight underneath the huge, glass top coffee table, and directly up to Twila's huge pink socks, ...skidding to stop, right next to the giant pink feet of his new (temporary) Mistress. He felt slightly better seeing that Twila had clothed herself, at least, she wasn't quite as frisky whenever she was dressed.
He knew that he didn't want to get punished again, the last time she had called them to come to her - he was the last one to get to her and his bottom was still very sore and painful from her punishment.
Threatening to burn him with a huge cigarette lighter, she held him upside down and flicked him with her fingernail! Spanking him until he broke down and started crying... warning him, that the next time he was last, she would use the lighter!
Melanie was his true Mistress - or, so he had been advised - and she had 'temporarily' placed him into the hands of her more 'gentle' friend, Twinkie. And, for the last few days, his life had been so much easier, (Although, still treated worse than a little animal) he knew that his true Mistress, would be back later tonight to collect him, and his mind was racing with an overwhelming fear!
Melanie had branded him. Heating up a thin piece of metal wire, Ms. Kershaw had burned a large 'M' on his left buttock, and a large 'K' on his right, ...the swelling had almost all gone away when Twila spanked him for not moving fast enough! Re-injuring the wounds with her spiteful flicking -- Jeffrey had never felt such pain!
He wished that he could just escape from these two, and somehow get to his wife, Susan. If he could get away from them, ...she would most certainly save him from these two demented witches and figure out some way to return him to normal size, again!
"Now, that's much better. When I call you, I want you to come to me!", Twila firmly spoke down to them.
Standing all around her feet, the three of them looked up at her with fear in their eyes. Wondering what demeaning task she had planned for them to do, ...they all hoped that it wouldn't be the foot massage again - that was the worst - she had nearly crushed Bobby underneath her right foot while Phil and Jeffery were rubbing the wriggling toes of her left foot!
She didn't speak to them directly. She simply ordered them as a group - telling the whole of them to perform something and then picking out one of them to punish for being the worst performer. This idea was working too, she had them competing against each other trying to do a better job.
"Alright Bobby, I want you guys to hide under the couch whenever that doorbell rings.", she firmly said. "If any of you try and get the Pizza guy's attention, I am going to punish Bobby! Got it?"
Twila leaned forward and without saying another word, she casually placed her hands down -palms up- on the coffee table. The two five-inch-tall, naked male slaves, instantly ran over to her and quickly climbed into her hands and seated themselves -- plopping down on their butts and crossing their ankles, they awaited the giantess to take them up.
"Very nice, little ones. You're doing so much better, ...maybe you won't have to sleep in my undies tonight?", Twinkie whispered. "Unless ...you'd really 'want to'?"
James and Sam, were two of the older guys that had nearly been captured by the little girl, not realizing that they would have been in much better hands, ...they had tried to get away from her - which, in turn, was what caused them to end up being noticed by Melanie and Twila...
Since then, they had been enslaved and abused almost continuously! Twinkie had been relentless for the first few days, ...keeping them stuffed inside her over-heated purse and only taking them out whenever she wanted them to pleasure her!
Then they were placed inside of the glass cigar tubes. Which they fashioned onto a large chain and hung around their necks like some weird over-sized necklace, ...plugging the tops with a rubber stopper - only a small amount of air could get inside.
Jeffery hated the glass tube. As hot as her giant purse was, he would have much rather spent the entire day inside it - rather than that narrow necklace tube! It was sheer torture, ...constantly wondering how long it would be for him to actually suffocate...
Melanie was in the process of moving out of her old apartment and while she was busy getting set up in her new place, she was forced to leave Jeffrey and her other little slave with Twinkie during the move.
Twinkie had a very nice place. It was right across from the park and had large rooms with plenty of extra space, she had offered her spare room to Melanie, but Mel wanted to have her own apartment - she liked her privacy.
The two women lawyers were the best of friends and did almost everything together. However, Melanie had her own life, outside of being the lead attorney of the best law firm in the state - she also wrote stories - GTS stories, that she posted on several different internet web sites.
However, now that she and Twinkie had discovered those real live - miniature men, and had captured them - Ms.Kershaw, could easily fill that empty space in her fantasy's, that she so badly desired to explore!
Her imaginative stories covered everything from vore to gentle tease, ...and, from friendly 'girlfriend', to revenge fantasy's that literally depicted domination to the point of raw torture!
She had all sorts of ideas that she wanted to explore. And, having five little subjects to play with gave her all that much more empowerment... she simply couldn't wait to actually do some of those things that she had written about...
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Twila, or 'Twinkie', ...as Melanie usually referred to her - was just the silly 'nick name' that she had been given back in grammar school. Although, once she told her friend Mel, about it - it instantly became the more permanent handle for the easy-going blonde...
Twila didn't really mind though - but it did make her feel dumb - and she didn't really like it when Melanie called her Twinkie. Although, Melanie playfully continued teasing her, in a friendly way; she didn't ever call her by her nickname in any professional circumstances. Only when they weren't around anyone else did she ever call her the 'Twinkster'.
Her shy, introverted personality, making her appear as the less intelligent one and being gentle and quiet, a soft spoken type woman; very pretty and blonde, too. Most people expected her to fall into that category...
However, still waters, run deep.
...
Twila was just beginning to realize that she could explore new areas of her suppressed sexuality and do things, that she hadn't ever dreamt of, ...she could do absolutely anything that she wanted with these little men, and just the thought of it made her tingle with arousal.
Nobody knew what had happened to them. And, as far as the public was concerned, they had simply disappeared...
They were her's, now. ...and Melanie's, too. ...to do with as they pleased...
The idea of being in complete control of these five, little, miniature men, awakened something so very deep within her. Something that had been lying dormant... slowly arousing her with feelings that she didn't even realize existed.
...
Holding one in each hand, she sat there leaning back comfortably on the couch. Smiling with a soft giggle, she flashed her eyes - blinking her long lashes - an expectant look of child-like wonder filling her large dominating face; her expression changing from amused to aroused.
Releasing a heated breath, ...watching their fearful reactions. Teasing them, she squeezed. Their expressions were priceless, as she playfully squeezed her gripping fingers around their bare middles.
Holding them both, just above her smooth bare thighs, she slowly opened them up -spreading her legs; playfully teasing the two of them, while holding them just above her crotch.
The frayed denim from her cut off jeans, forming a ragged edge around the largest section of her well-toned thighs; the long, lean, muscular walls spreading apart to allow her large intumescing mound to bulge before them.
...
The doorbell's electronic chime rang out, announcing the arrival of Twila's previously ordered Pizza delivery. Smiling, she looked down at her two tiny slaves,
"Alright, little ones, you know what to do...", she calmly said.
Leaning forward, she bent down to lower them to the floor. Carefully setting them down in between her feet. Releasing James and Sam down next to the others, she gave them all a serious look,
"Well, what are you waiting for?", urgently peering down at all five of them.
Pete and Jeffery instantly ran underneath the couch, quickly followed by Bobby. James and Sam didn't hesitate to follow their naked brethren. Scampering aimlessly into the shadowy cavern.
The floor vibrated beneath their naked feet as the giantess Twila stood up and began walking away.
Walking over to her front door, she intently glanced back toward them before casually opening the door, ...smiling at the delivery driver and allowing him to step inside, she took the pizza box and carried it into her kitchen.
All five of the miniature captives quickly gathered together beneath the large couch. Watching nervously as the giant blonde's huge, pink-socked feet, silently lifted up carrying outward - drifting across a long distance, each step resounding, ...on impact, the solid heels sending heavy thudding vibrations coursing throughout the entire floor.
'Boom - boom - boom'
The short, dark-haired teenage boy, stepped inside and handed her the brown and red colored pizza box,
"That's twenty-two fifty, ma, am", he said, quickly unzipping his belt pouch to ready himself for making the change.
"Just a minute sweety and I'll get that for you", Twila told him.
Stepping back into her kitchen to place the box down on her table and get the boy a fifty dollar bill.
In the dimly lit, cavern-like space beneath the humongous couch, the five of them huddled together like a covey of quail. Bobby was visibly shaking. Knowing that he had been forewarned about any of them attempting to escape, or trying to get the delivery person's attention.
"Any ideas, guys?", Bobby whispered. "If we don't get out of here, ...we're fucked!", Jeffery said.
Jeff noticed that the other four men were just as tormented as he was, and as bad as he felt, he knew that they needed to do something. They didn't have enough time to form any kind of plan though, and he knew that whatever happened would require some quick thinking.
His butt was badly injured and still throbbing with stinging pain. The initials 'M' and 'K' - carved into his flesh - the dark black letters framed with a bright red border - the skin was slightly swollen and very tender.
'Melanie Kershaw'. M. K. The giantess had simply branded him - making him one of her possessions.
Twila had actually shown him a bit of concern. Noticing the swollen letters carved into his bare flesh while she was making them massage her feet, she allowed Jeffery to cover his wounds with some of her lotions. The cool medicated cream helped to sooth the burning sensation, but the constant stinging was still very painful.
...
Beneath this gigantic couch, the shadowy dark space took on an eerie atmosphere. The low ceiling, creating a dimly lit, dreary ambience; dust bunnies large enough to appear like strange alien plant life - scattered out all around - the sudden gust of wind swirling through from the opening door, brought some of them to life, ...rolling around and dancing in small twirling circles tossed up into the sudden gust of wind...
Looking back out across the vast ever spreading plain of Twila's living room, they could barely see anything above her knees as she walked to and from her kitchen, ...Jeff could only think of escaping when he smelled the fresh outside air. His brain instantly forming an idea, he grabbed Phil by the arm and pulled him to the side,
"C'mon, we've got to get out of here!", he whispered. "Now's our chance, we can get out through the open doorway!"
Gripping his arm tighter, he pulled his long-time friend back a little further into the dusty darkness, "C'mon, let's go!"
Phil stopped and pulled Jeffery's hand loose from around his arm,
"What about the others?" he gestured, "We can't just leave them!"
"Forget about them!", Jeffery said, "If Twila can't find us, but she still has them, ...she won't be so quick to start looking!"
"No, wait.", Phil said, "She'll catch you outside. There's nowhere to hide out there, I know what it looks like, it's nothing but a wide open cement parking area, ...there's nowhere to hide!"
"Fine, stay here then!", Jeffery barked, " But, I'm getting outta here!"
Jeffery took off running toward the open doorway. Swiftly jogging further back beneath the giant couch. Through the thick dust, and deeper into the dark. Making his way to the far edge; bright outside light drawing him to the freedom just beyond the massive door.
Just then, Twila returned to the entry way, "Here you are", she sweetly spoke. Handing the young boy her money. He quickly took it and gave her the change back,
"Thank you. Have a nice evening, Ms. Jackson", swiftly turning and stepping out the doorway.
Two seconds later, Twila closed the door behind him. Quickly locking the deadbolt, she turned back toward the kitchen and slowly walked back through,
"Oh, that smells so good!", she announced to her captive minions, as she passed through by the couch - not noticing that Jeffery, had been standing right next to her left foot the entire time, pressing his back against the wall; frightened and trembling from the sudden action taking place directly above him.
The Giants moving more quickly than what he had anticipated - leaving him standing there confused and nearly caught inside the closing door. His escape attempt foiled, he regretted his failure to move fast enough, ...his timing was delayed because of Phil, he should have just run right out through the door and never looked back!
He couldn't get through while the boy opened the door because there wasn't enough time for him to make it, and now, he was stuck there - fully exposed- pressing up against the wall right next to the door frame.
Frozen with fear, he prayed that the giant blonde didn't see him!
He couldn't move without her noticing. He stood perfectly still until the giantess walked away. Leaving him standing there, stranded right out in plain sight...
A heavy gust of fresh air blew swiftly across the floor, sweeping all around the tiny naked man.
Realizing that this brief opportunity had passed. Jeffery slumped to the floor, watching as his giant tormentress casually walked back into her kitchen.
Twila opened the pizza box and checked that her order was right. Glancing up at her wall clock, she noticed that it was almost time for CSI to start, ...she grabbed a small plate and a clear drinking glass from her cupboard and stepped over to her refrigerator.
Grabbing a two-liter bottle of Sprite she poured some into her glass and put the bottle back. She carefully pulled away the first slice and quickly placed it onto her plate. Instantly bringing her fingers to her mouth to suck the burning grease away.
"Mm, I'm so hungry!"
Placing two slices on her plate and grabbing her drink, she carefully walked back into the living room. Sitting her food down on the coffee table, she stepped back and looked down at the floor,
"Alright, you can come out now!", her high-pitched voice resounding through the entire apartment.
Waiting for her little pets, she tapped her foot. Her hands on her hips, she shifted her weight onto her right hip and stuck her chest out proudly,
"Hurry up!", she ordered. Her toes tapping impatiently.
Her taut nipples pressing narrow points into the thin cotton shirt. Her tight, jean shorts, form fitting around her perfectly shaped ass, ...her long glorious legs on full display - towering high above her miniature playthings.
Pete, Sam, James and Bobby, all cautiously walked out from beneath the huge couch and stood before their mistresses tremendous feet.
"Where is Melanie's little pet?"
Twila slowly squatted down, lowering herself above them, her moving shadow growing wider and wider. Her voice slightly raised, she commanded Jeffery to come to her.
"Jeffery!", she raised the tone. "Out here, right now!"
Slowly walking out, Jeffery stepped over in line beside of Bobby. His face blank of any expression and staring at the floor, he glanced up at her overwhelming image and quickly looked away.
"That's not fast enough, Jeffery. When I tell you to come to me, you must obey my orders or else you'll have to be punished!"
Twila had to stop for a moment. She almost didn't even recognize her own voice. Using this commanding tone was something very different for her, ...she surprised herself, it felt good to be so powerful...
"Come here Jeffery!", she growled.
Placing her open palm down before him, she flattened out her hand and waited for the tiny naked man to crawl into it. Frowning with disappointment, she hastily grabbed his miniature figure and snatched him up. Quickly standing, she squeezed the tiny man inside her fist and brought him up directly in front of her glaring eyes,
"What did I tell you about being the last one?", she snarled.
Squeezing her fingers tighter around him, she could feel his little legs straining uselessly against them, ...releasing and then swiftly gripping tighter, she playfully toyed with his miniature body.
His resistance gave her a challenge that made her tingle all over, ...a pleasurable rippling sensation slowly traveled up along her spine.
"So Jeffery, I'll give you one chance to redeem yourself, alright, little one?", she whispered. "If you can make me come, I won't punish you."
Bringing him closer to her face, "...or, do you want to be punished?"
"Please, don't hurt me. I'll do anything that you want Twila!", Jeffery pleadingly yelled out.
Smiling, Twila slowly began loosening her grasp, lowering her hand down next to her waist, she held the little man against her hip as she looked back down to the other four men.
"The rest of you, get over there and finish polishing those shoes."
Bending down, she quickly released the little man down next to her plate. He awkwardly stumbled backward as she pulled her hand away, ...standing back up, she hastily unbuttoned her shorts and wriggled her hips as she tugged down on the waist band.
Sliding out of her pants, she let them slip down over her long legs and crumple around her ankles. Stepping out of them, she sat down on the edge of the couch and pulled off her pink socks, ...dropping them to the floor, she reached over and grabbed the television remote.
Sitting there on the couch, in her black tee-shirt and matching thong panties, she turned the sound on the television and watched the screen to see if CSI had started yet, ...glancing down at Jeffery she smiled and winked... pausing for a moment to reach over and take a large bite off a slice of pizza.
Jeffery stood in silence, watching the giant blonde casually enjoying herself. He thought of Susie and wondered what she was doing at the moment, ...was she worried about him, was she trying to find him? He wondered if she was looking for him right now...
"Alright, Jeffrey. C'mere little man. I want you to make me feel good!", she whispered devilishly.
Reaching over, she hastily snatched him up with two fingers and brought him over above her waist, ...holding him loosely, just above her crotch, she slowly started to lower him down.
Allowing his feet to come into contact with the front of her panties, she dangled him there, just above it, forcing him to touch his tiny feet against her damp gusset, ...dancing his feet, all across the V-shaped mound of black material - dropping and lifting him at random, forcing his feet to press into the heated pillow, then - pulling him away, lifting him up slightly.
Forcing him to walk around on top of her warm panties, she giggled at his adverse reaction. Playfully making him step down as she wanted, then lifting him up again, ...her stomach muscles twitched as she giggled; watching him dance upon her overheated pussy.
Her thumb pressing firmly against his entire chest, two fingers covering his back - she suddenly released him, to fall onto his hands and knees, just below the frilly waistband of her tight black panties...
Reaching up, she grabbed the tail of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, swiftly pulling the shirt off, she tossed it away, ...freeing her ample breasts with one swift pull.
Jeffery's heart started pounding as he looked up across her smooth bare stomach - her large naked boobies softly bouncing into their relaxed position - slightly rolling back and forth from the sudden drop - as the giantess hastily yanked her shirt off - causing them to slowly fall in soft waves.
The giant blonde suddenly uplifted her chest, stuffing her hands behind her head, her elbows pointing outward - she relaxed her whole body beneath him and allowed her thighs to relax, ...spreading out longer, she stretched and yawned,
"Pleasure me, slave."
Jeffery couldn't move. He could feel the heated moisture seeping through the thin black cotton, his knees sinking down slightly, his bare feet feeling the heated warmth of her monstrous womanhood.
He knew that just beneath that thin layer of wet cotton material, her giant vagina awaited him, ...he could feel her flexing; the surging compressions as she clamped her inner core tightly, ...her abdomen rock hard, ...her nipples like flesh colored bullets.
Her slight smile, slowly fading into an intense look of frustrated sexual arousal. Her face looming above her relaxed bosom, ...her knees falling away, as her long legs spread apart, opening her overheated crotch to allow her miniature lover complete access...
"C'mon Jeffy. Pleasure me, little man. You know what I want, ...now get busy!"
To be continued