I have been busy these last few months.
I decided to write a new story. This is not really a typical giant couples
story. But there is a giant briefly mentioned in the story, and our heroes first
introduction to the giant world is through a giant. But this story is a mainly
giantess story. The giant is merely a vehicle to get to the giantess. Also, the
first four chapters are a monologue format to explain the context of our heroe's
background. So if you are uninterested in monologue skip to the fifth paragraph!
I hope you enjoy, and comments are much appreciated. Responses is how I will
know whether to continue the story or not! No comments will be taken as a sign,
nobody is interested in seeing the story continue!
Last of the Microns-Chapter 1
In 1958 the CIA launched a secret project known as "Project Micron." The
project was meant to create a secret enemy of spies to spy on the Russians. It
was tested on unspecting "volunteers" from amongst prisoners of war and poor
Americans. 100 people of both sexes were shrunk and trained for military
purposes. The program was successful. Although in 1986 due to cuts to funding,
the project was abandoned. The top officials in the CIA ordered the tiny people
to be exterminated. However, Dr. David McDonald, who was in charge of the
project felt pitty for the tiny people and decided to spare 100 of the little
people, which included families and couples. By the time, the tiny people had
expanded to 770 strong, from a core of 100 people. The other 670 were given
poisons in their food, and effictively thrown into a fire. As to those Dr.
McDonald decided to save, he sent them off with some food and dumped them in a
forest just outside of Santa Barbara, California. They were warned not to make
contact with normal sized population, as normal people would kill them just for
being different.
One of the little people (called "Microns" after the project and their small
size) was a couple named Number 99 and Number 345. First and second generation
little people were named after the order in which they were born. Number 99 and
Number 345 were both the children of unfortunate souls kidnapped when the
project originally began. Neither of them knew their original parents, because
as soon as a child was born the scientists immediately took it from the couple
for rearing in a special area for first and second generation shrunken people.
The idea was to rear them separately from their parents, to make it possible to
better train them to be killing machines for teh CIA. Now Number 99 and Number
345 met while training for a mission to what was then Czechoslovakia. Number 345
was pregnant with Number 99's child when the program was suddenly cut. Their
baby was born just two days before their last day at the lab. Their son was
named Number 770, as he was the last of their kind.
The Microns organized themselves as a tribe in a forest just outside of Santa
Barbara where they were dumped. They built for themselves homes of small twigs
with roofs made of dead grass and fallen leaves. They fashioned weapons of
spears from small twigs, and hunted rats and other "small" animals. Although
rats were like elephants to them. But they learned use poison on their spears
and had good precision aim. During their training for their spy missions, the
little people were taught various survival skills, which came in handy in the
bush. They knew how to survive in both summer and winter, how to find water, and
what plants and animals were edible.
It was now 17 years later, and Number 770 was just one year from becoming an
adult. But Number 770 was curious about the outside world. He had been taught by
his parents to shun the outside world. The Microns had spent their entire lives
as nomads, wandering from one part of the forest to the next. But he had always
been curious about the giants. He had gotten the occasional glance of a teenage
couple coming through their part of the forest, or seen foresters "accidentally"
destroy their visits. He was told the giants were "evil" and wanted to destroy
their people. He did not know his race in fact descended from the very "mighty
titans" they feared so much! First and second generation Microns when separated
from their shrunken parents, were told they were a unique race of people and
were never told about their origins as victims of a shrunking experiment.
Indeed, contact between the first and second generation Microns and the original
shrunken people was never made. He did not dare leave the safety of the village.
The Microns had worn out their original clothing and began wearing loin clothes,
and looked very much like Amozon Indians.
One day their forest was chosen for a development project. Without warning
foresters came into their habitat and started cutting down the trees in the
forest, and also stepping on their homes. As the Microns tried to flee, several
of them got stepped on by the workers. Number 770 and his parents were trying to
flee and a giant boot came down missing Number 770, but getting his mother and
father. The giant was about to take another step when Number 770 without think
yelled up "STOP" to the giant. The giant heard Number 770's yelling, which to
him sounded like a little squeek.
"WHAT THE..WHO SAID THAT" the confused giant boomed.
"I did. Down here."
The giant looked down and saw Number 770. He was shocked at first to see
Number 7770. He looked like a small walking doll. Actually, action figure as
Number 770 was half the size of a Barbie. The giant crouched down and Number 770
looked up into the giant's face.
"IF I'LL BE DAMNED! A LITTLE MAN!"
The giant reached down and picked up Number 770, wrapping him in his big
beefy hand and bringing him up at a lurching speed to his huge face. The giant
had a rugged dirty look to him, but was cleanshaven. A typical worker.
"I MUST BE DREAMING OR SOMETHING! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! WAIT UNTIL I SHOW YOU TO
MY FAMILY!"
The giant's breath smelt of nicotine. It was obvious the giant was a smoker.
"NOW FOR SOMEWHERE TO PUT YOU."
Number 770 was placed in the man's front pocket of his coat. Number 770 was
now scared. Freightened for he did not know what fate awaited him. His parents
were dead. The village his people, the Microns had built for themselves had been
destroyed in just a short while. Never before has a disaster like this hit them
before. So many giants. Now he was captive and did not know what this giant had
planned for him. He fell asleep in the giant's pocket, intoxicated by his body
odour.
Five hours later Number 770 awoke to
foot steps, and the sound of a female voice. His captor had gotten off work and
was opening the door and being greeted by his wife.
"HONEY I HAVE A SUPRISE FOR YOU! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT I FOUND TODAY!"
"WHAT COULD IT POSSIBLY BE" his wife asked.
"YOU'LL SEE" he replied.
The giant reached for Number 770, and roughly grasped him out of his pocket,
and placed Number 770 on a table in the dinning room.
"A NEW TOY FIGRUE FOR BRIAN, BIG DEAL" the giantess said unimpressed.
"BUT HE'S NOT A TOY" insisted the giant. "SAY SOMETHING LITTLE MAN" the giant
boomed to a freightened Number 770 who stood still as a statue.
"Please don't hurt me" was all Number 770 could muster out.
'WE AREN'T GOING TO HURT YOU LITTLE ONE" the giant reassured him. "YOU ARE TO
UNIQUE TO HARM" he said. "NOW EVERYDAY DOES ONE COME ACROSS A REAL TOY SIZED
MAN."
The giantess was in shock and suprise. Her face was white as a ghost. But
after a minute, regained her composite and then crouched down to get a closer
look at Number 770. Her huge face was before Number 770 at eye level. She had
blue eyes, and shoulder length blond hair. She looked like she was in her
mid-30's and was quite attractive. Like the woman below!
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"WHAT ARE YOU" asked the giantess.
"I am a Micron" Number 770 told her.
"ARE YOU SOME KIND OF SPACE ALIEN OR SOMETHING" she asked.
"No. I come from the forests where my village was. Then you giants destroyed
our village and killed my parents. Why did you destroy my village?"
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT HUN" replied the giantess.
"BUT I SAW A MAN STEP ON MY PARENTS, AND THEN THIS GIANT KIDNAPPED ME" he
said point to his original capturer.
"LITTLE MAN WE DID NOT PLAN TO KILL YOUR VILLAGE, I WAS JUST WORKING IN THE
FOREST WHERE I FOUND YOU" explained the first giant. "WE ARE BUILDING A NEW
SHOPPING MALL, WE HAD NO IDEA THERE WAS A VILLAGE THERE. ARE THERE MORE OF YOU
LITTLE PEOPLE WHERE I FOUND YOU?"
"That is where I came from. I don't know where the rest lived, we all ran for
our lives."
"DO YOU HAVE A NAME LITTLE ONE" asked the giantess who was still eye level
with him.
"My name is Number 770."
The giants broke out laughing. The boom of their laughter almost deafened
Number 770 who covered his ears.
"What's funny" asked Number 770.
"THAT'S JUST AN UNUSUAL NAME" replied the giantess who was trying to compose
herself.
"My mother's name was Number 345, and my father's name was Number 99. My best
friend was Number 782.
The giantes broke out in laughter again.
"YOU AREN'T SERIOUS" the giantess asked, still holding back laughter. She was
now joined by the giant who was now crouched down as well.
"BUD YOU AREN'T SERIOUS ARE YOU? DOES EVERYONE HAVE NUMBERS INSTEAD OF
NAMES?" Said the giant in his booming huskey voice.
"Yes! All Microns do."
"WHY" asked the giantess.
"Our gods named us that way" replied Number 770.
"YOUR GODS" asked the giantess.
"Yes our gods. My mother told me the gods placed us at our current village.
The council of gods wanted to destroy all Microns, but a good god named Doroctor
Makdonald placed us in a village where he watches over us and protects us. My
mother told me when I die if I am good, i will go to a place call Washuntoon
where the gods live."
"YOU HAVE AN AFTERLIFE CALLED WASHUNTOON" asked the giantess.
"Yes, that's where the chief god dwells" Number 770 said.
"I THINK I KNOW WHERE YOU ALL CAME FROM. SOME KIND OF SECRET EXPERIMENT THE
GOVERNMENT IS NOT TELLING US ABOUT. NO WONDER YOU ALL HAVE NUMBERS" the giant
replied.
"Do you have numbers too" asked Number 770.
"NO WE DON'T" replied the giant. "WE ACTUALLY HAVE REAL NAMES. MINE IS JOHN."
"MINE IS SARAH" replied the giantess. John stood up to his full height and
looked at his watch. Honey I have to go. She embraced his wife and kissed her.
"I HAVE TO GET BACK TO WORK."
"WHEN WILL YOU BE BACK" asked Sarah.
"SOON. JUST WATCH THE LITTLE GUY" John replied.
John left, and it was Number 770 and the giantess Sarah. She crouched at eye
level to Number 770.
"SO NUMBER 770 YOU MUST BE HUNGRY I'LL FIX YOU SOMETHING TO EAT! BUT FIRST
LET ME CLEAN YOU UP."
With that she reached for Number 770. Number 770 found himself engulfed in
her huge hand. As Sarah carried him to the bathroom, Number 770 noticed her
hands were warm and soft, and felt a lot gentler compared to John's rougher
hands. Although they were still huge, and his entire body from the chest down
were engulfed in it. The feel of her hand surrounding his tiny body was also
sexy and arousing. Sarah carried him into the bathroom and set him down by the
sink where she ran the water until it was hot and cold. She then picked Number
770 by his chest, and with her free fingers removed his loin cloth, which was
his only covering. Number 770 was now completely naked. She picked him up in her
palm, and with a drop of liquid soap in the index finger of her free hand,
started rubbing it all into his hair, and slowly down his back, over his chest,
and with thumb and forefinger, gently applied it all over his body. Number 770
closed his eyes, and enjoyed the sensation of her giant fingers rubbing his
body. Sarah now started rubbing between his tiny penis with her thumb and
forefinger. Sarah's opened widely as the tiny penis became erect. Number 770 had
never felt anything like this before in his tiny life!
"I SEE YOU ARE ENJOYING THE BATH NUMBER 770" Sarah giggled, as she rinsed
Number 770 off. "NOW TIME TO DRY YOU OFF" she said as she took a Kleenex and
wrapped Number 770 in it. "NICE AND CLEAN" she said as she placed him in her
left palm for final inspecting. She picked him between thumb and forefinger by
the sides, and brought him up to her huge pretty face for a closer inspection.
Number 770 looked into her huge blue eyes as she continued to take a good look
at him. She moved him closer to her lips where she blew aside his long hair, to
take a better look. He looked kind of like Mario Lopez from "Saved by the Bell"
but with hair down his backside. This is why he kind of reminded John of "The
Indian in the Cubboard" toy finger when he originally found Number 770 in the
forest.
"AMAZING" said Sarah. She giant lips with her huge tongue. She had now placed
Number 770 in her palm, which was eye level with her mouth. A now aroused Number
770 could not take anymore of this! Being before her huge pretty face and being
in her warm soft palm, really turned him on. He grabbed his tiny cock with his
tiny hand and started masturbating. Sarah giggled at the sight of a tiny man
masturbating in her hand.
"LITTLE MAN DO YOU ALWAYS GET, WELL, COMFORTABLE INFRONT OF STRANGE WOMEN"
she finally said teasingly. Number 770 was now embarrased and stopped.
"I am sorry Sarah, I don't know what came over me" he replied with shame.
"HOW OLD ARE YOU LITTLE FELLOW" she asked.
"I was born in the year 1986 in heaven. That's all I know! I was the last of
my kind to be born in a date. The rest of us are born in Infinity."
"IF YOU WERE BORN IN 1986 THAT MEANS YOU ARE 17 YEARS OLD. JUST A YOUNG PUPP!
I AM 36 YEARS OLD, NUMBER 770" she replied. "I AM AN OLDER WOMAN!"
"But you look sweat! I only played with my penis because you look so
beautiful and I could not help myself."
"AH HOW SWEAT" she said as she planted a kiss on his face, and then down to
his chest. She unsuspectingly licked his face, and then down to his chest.
Number 770 enjoyed the warm and sensuous feel, of the giant wet tongue across
his chest. He was now really aroused as the tongue now licked his tiny hard
cock. Her warm breath washed over his tiny body. He soon came to climax, as she
licked continued to lick him. Sensing him going limp, she stopped.
"DID YOU COME LITTLE ONE" she asked. Number 770 nodded. "NOW YOU MUST BE
HUNGRY I'LL FIX YOU SOME DINNER."
Sarah carried Number 770 downstairs, where she placed him on the kitchen
table. She took out some leftover barbecued steak from the fridge and sliced it
into small chunks, As small as she could get, although the smallest piece was
like two steaks to him. She gave him a small chunk plus a small cap of orange
juice. He ate and was full, and there was still some left. Sarah meanwhile
watched with interest as Number 770 gulped down his meal.
"MUST'VE BEEN REALLY HUNGRY" said Sarah. Number 770 was tired and Sarah saw
this. "WHY DON'T I TAKE YOU UPSTAIRS SO YOU CAN GET SOME REST!" With that Sarah
picked Number 770 up wrapping him once again in her huge hand, and carried him
to her bedroom. She placed brought him up to her huge face, still enclosed in
her fist, and brought him up to her giant lips and kissed him. "YOU ARE SO
UNIQUE" she said as she placed him in one of her husbands thick wool socks, and
placed in the panty drawer.
"SLEEP TIGHT NUMBER 770" she said as she closed it in on him. Number 770 fell
asleep wondering what the next day will bring.
Last of the Microns-Chapter 2
'Hello mother, it's a fine day in Micronville today' Number 770 said to his
mother.
'Yes son. The sun is out and it's warm.' His mother replied. She was a tender
woman. Tall, dark haired, and beautiful. Her original parents were kidnapped
from New York City. Her features reflected her Puerto Rican and French heritage.
'I want to go with dad on his hunting expedition' an entrhusiastic Number 770
told her.
'You are too young son' his mother replied. 'And besides you can help skin the
baby rat we recently found.'
'This isn't fair I am going anyways' Number 770 said in defiance as he grabbed
his arrow and bow.
'NUMBER 770' his mother screamed at Number 770 who ran out of the hut after his
father. When suddenly the earth shaked. Then the tractor trail crushed his hut.
He ran together with his parents, and then-SPLAT-a giant foot stepped on his
mother.
'MOM' a hysterical Number 770 cried out. And his father was also gone to.
'STOP.....PLEASE' Number 770 yelled at the giant. Then he saw a giant foot
coming for him with booming laughter from above.
'HAHAHAHAHAHAHA' the rolling laughter contiunued.
'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO' and Number 770 suddenly awoke his nightmare. He crawled out of
his sock to find he was no longer in the dresser drawer Sarah left him. He was
now on the dresser as he saw John looking down at him.
'THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA SLEEP ALL DAY. GLAD YOU'RE AWAKE NOW! WE GOT TO GO!'
John explained sounding rushed.
'Go where, what's going on' a confused Number 770 asked.
'YOU HAVE AN APPOINTMENT WITH DR. CHAMBERS' was all he said.
'FOR WHAT' asked Number 770.
'WELL, I WANT TO FIGURE OUT WHO AND WHAT YOU ARE, AND DR. CHAMBERS IS WILLING TO
TAKE SOME TESTS AND DO SOME MEASUREMENTS.'
'But I can't go like this' Number 770 said conscious of his nakedness. 'I have
no clothes.'
'THAT'S ONE OF THE REASONS WE NEED YOU MEASURED, SO WE CAN TAYLOR THE RIGHTY
SIZE OF CLOTHES FOR YOU.'
'Do you have my loin cloth?'
'NO, SARAH THROUGH IT OUT! WE ARE GOING TO MAKE SOME DECENT CLOTHES FOR YOU TO
WEAR. BUT FIRST WE NEED TO TAKE YOUR MEASUREMENTS.'
'Where is Sarah' asked Number 770 not noticing her presence anywhere around.
'SHE'S OUT AT WORK. SHE WILL BE BACK SHORTLY. COME ON WE MUST GO!'
With that John grabbed Number 770 and walked down the stairs quickly. As John
walked Number 770 felt the world going at a fast rate. It felt almost like a
rollercoster ride! He did however notice John's hands smelt cleaner than when he
was first in them, but just as rough in comparison to Sarah's soft and gentle
hands. As he approached the door, Number 770 was stuffed into John's inner coat
pocket, as he put it on. Once again Number 770 was surrounded by darkness.
Number 770 was confused as to what was going on, as John locked his door, opened
his car door, and started the ignition. Number 770 heard allowed humming noise
as the car started and rolled out of the drive way. For what seemed like an
eternity Number 770 was in darkness wondering what was going on.
John finally arrived at their destination. Number 770 heard the humming noise
stop, and the car door open. 'WE ARE HERE' is all Number 770 heard John say.
Number 770 was still wondering what was going on as doors swang open.
'HELLO JOHN' he heard a beautiful female voice say. 'DR. CHAMBERS WILL BE WITH
YOU SHORTLY.'
John took a seat in the waiting area. After two minutes Dr. Chambers arrived.
'HELLO JOHN, GLAD YOU MADE IT.' It was another female voice. And a musical one
at that! 'LET'S SEE WHAT YOU HAVE FOR ME' the second unidentified female voice
said cynically. John accompanied Dr. Chambers through two corridors before
entering her lab.
'NOW WHERE IS THIS ALLEGED LITTLE MAN' she asked impatiently.
'DON'T WORRY I HAVE HIM WITH ME' John replied defensively.
'I HOPE THIS IS NOT ONE OF YOUR 'I FOUND A CRASHED SPACESHIP' KIND OF STUNTS!'
'BUT I DID FIND SPACE ALIEN BODIES! LIKE I SAID, THE GOVERNMENT CARTED THE
BODIES AWAY WHEN WE ARRIVED! BUT I HAVE THE LITTLE MAN YOU ASKED FOR.'
John opened his jacket, and reached for Number 770. Number 770 saw light enter
his dark habitat followed by John's giant hand reaching for him. He was once
again in John's grasp as he was pulled out. John placed him on a nearby counter.
'SEE' exclaimed John. 'I WAS NOT LYING! NOR DID I LIE ABOUT THE DEAD ALIEN
BODIES.'
Number 770 was still disorientated with where he was. He saw two giant bodies
before him. To his left was John, his original capturer. And to his right was
Donna, the mysterious giantess who's musical voice he found intriguing. Number
770 strained his neck trying to get a better look at her. He only saw up to her
breasts, which were well endowed. He did not she was wearing blue jeans, a black
under shirt, covered by a white lab coat. She was of a rather tone athletic
build.
'SO DONNA! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO DAY!' Insisted John very triumphantly.
'I DON'T KNOW! I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT I MY EYES ARE SEEING' a dumfounded Donna
said.
Donna crouched down to get a closer look at Number 770. Now 770 managed to get a
closer look at the doctor. She had long blond hair which appeared to go down her
back. She had large blue eyes, which stared into him like an ocean. She had huge
full and thick pouting lips, with no lipstick. She had freckles on her nose, and
she had the most angelic face. She looked very strikingly like actress Kim
Basinger when she was in Batman Returns. She appeared to be around 35 years old.
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'IT LOOKS SO REAL' stated appearantly indifferent to Number 770's presence, even
though she was focusing on him. He was like there, but not really there. To her,
Number 770 was like piece of art, rather than a real live person.
'THIS IS THE FIND OF THE CENTURY! WHERE DID YOU FIND IT.' As she continued
staring at him, Number 770 looked at her fat juicy thick giant lips, and
imagined himself being kissed by them. Even though Number 770 who was still
naked was getting visibly aroused, the shock off 'a little man' seemed to demand
all of Donna's attention and she did not notice it.
'OH I FOUND HIM IN THE FORESTS TO THE NORTH OF THE CITY, WHERE MY COMPANY IS
BUILDING THAT NEW SHOPPING MALL' replied John. 'ACCORDING TO NUMBER 770 THEY HAD
A SMALL VILLAGE OF SOME SORT THERE AND THERE IS MORE OF THEM IN THAT FOREST!'
'THIS SPECIMEN IS GOOD A FIND AS ANY! WOW!!! A MAN THE SIZE OF AN ACTION
FIGURE!' Donna was still dumstruck, as Number 770 also admired her fine
semitrical features.
'I SHOULD GET GOING DONNA' John finally interrupted. 'I MUST GO TO CHECK UP ON
MY WORK SITE.'
'SO YOU WILL BE SHOWING UP AT MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY ON FRIDAY' interjected Donna.
Donna was John's sister-in-law. Now Donna had stood up to her full height and
was talking with John by the door.
'YES I'LL BE THERE! BUT PLEASE DONNA, KEEP MY TINY MAN'S PRESENCE ON THE DOWNLOW!'
'DON'T WORRY JOHN NO ONE ELSE WILL KNOW!'
'WHEN AM I TO COME BACK FOR HIM' asked John.
'COME BACK IN TWO DAYS. I NEED TO RUN SOME TESTS ON HIM, AND I WILL ALSO ARRANGE
FOR SOME PROPER CLOTHING ONCE I HAVE HIS MEASUREMENTS.'
With that John hugged Donna. Number 770 noticed that Donna was just four inches
shorter than John. John was in fact 6'2, while Donna was 5'10 in height.
'NOW NUMBER 770, BEHAVE. THIS IS DR. CHAMBERS, WHO ALSO HAPPENS TO BE MY WIFE
SARAH'S OLDER SISTER.'
'OLDER BY ONLY A YEAR' interrupted Donna. Appearantly annoyed by being
introduced as Sarah's 'older sister.'
'SHE WILL BE MEASURING YOU, AND DOING SOME TESTS. NOTHING BIG, JUST TESTING YOUR
DNA AND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY YOU ARE SO SMALL!'
'THANKS I COULD HAVE TOLD HIM MYSELF' an annoyed Donna interrupted. 'DON'T WORRY
NUMBER 770, I WON'T HURT YOU!'
'ANYWAYS, I MUST GO' said John as he walked out.
Once again Donna's attention was on Number 770. She walked towards him and
reached for him. Her hand (with its well manicured trimmed nails) surrounded
him. Once again Number 770 found himself in a giant hand, and being lifted
before a giant face. An extremely beautiful face at that! Her hands were nice,
warm, and soft. He enjoyed the nice feeling of every inch of his tiny being
surrounded by her hand.
'YOU ARE THE MOST UNIQUE THING I HAVE EVER SEEN! WHY ARE YOU CALLED NUMBER 770?'
'That's what my mother and father called me' he explained.
'YOU ARE JOKING RIGHT? WHY DID YOU NOT HAVE A NAME LIKE PAUL OR JAKE?'
'All Micron names start with the word 'Number' and a digit. This is how we keep
track of our population and we know belongs to what family.'
'ARE ALL PEOPLE WHERE YOU COME FROM AS SMALL AS YOU? THIS IS AMAZING! I ONLY
READ ABOUT THIS IN THE FAIRYTALES! IN MY 36 YEARS ON THIS EARTH, I WOULD NEVER
BELIEVE A RACE OF SMALL BEINGS ACTUALLY EXISTED! AND YOU LOOK SO MUCH LIKE US!'
'I never knew giants could look as beautiful as you and Sarah. My mother always
told me giants were ugly and wanted to kill us. We were warned to never venture
beyond the freezone. I was never told giant females existed!'
'HOW SWEAT YOU THINK I AM BEAUTIFUL' she said bringing the tiny man in her fist
up to her giant lips. Number 770 got a close up of her giant succulent lips,
thinking at first she was going to eat him. But instead her lips pursed and he
was kissed by them. This was like nothing he had ever felt before. And his tiny
cock was now really aroused as it grew against the palm of her hand Encircling
him.
'Why did you do that' asked a blushing and confused Number 770.
'WELL YOU COMPLIMENTED MY LOOKS. BESIDES WE 'GIANTS' AREN'T ALL BAD!'
Donna set Number 770 down next to a a giant (to him) ruler. She picked it up and
held it next to Number 770.
'NOW STAND STRAIGHT' Donna commanded. Number 770 did as she asked him. Her huge
blue eyes scanned his tiny body, and she found he was 3.7 inches tall. She wrote
this down in her notebook near by. She next held him between thumb and
forefinger, and wrapped a measuring take around his body to measure his waist
and chest. She next placed him on a scale to measure him. All of this was
recorded in her little book. She then set Number 770 down on his back, and
ordered him to spread his legs spread eagle style. She took measurements of his
legs and arms. She next took a magnifying glass and peered at him through it.
Her eyes looked HUGE to him, and all he could see was a vast ocean of blue above
him.
'YOU ARE SURE A WORK OF ART NUMBER 770' she said in a serious tone. She then
released him from his confines. 'YOU MUST BE HUNGRY AND TIRED! I WILL SET YOU IN
YOUR NEW HOME, AND GIVE YOU SOME FOOD.' With that Number 770 found himself once
again enclosed in her giant hand as she carried him to his cage. Number 770
enjoyed being in her hand, and wished this would not end. But before long he was
deposited in a hamster cage.
'THIS IS THE BEST WE HAVE FOR NOW! I WILL PROVIDE BETTER ACCOMIDATIONS LATER
TODAY!'
She then dropped a dish with sliced vegetables and meat, and a bowl of water.
'EAT UP AND GET SOME REST! I MUST NOW GET BACK TO AN EARLIER PROJECT I HAD!'
She left him a blanket to keep himself warm. Donna left the room and turned off
the lights. Number 770 found himself once again alone in the dark without any
light.
Last of the Microns-Chapter 3
'Son you have stubble. The first sign of mature manhood. Which is why I must
explain to you about the world.' Number 345 had a look of concern on her face.
'What's this all about mother' a confused Number 770 asked.
'Well son, I want to explain the rules of our tribe. In the lands a ayunder,
beyond the mountains. Are giants.'
'Giants' Number 770 innocently asked.
'Yes Giants! They are fierce and loathsome creatures, that love to eat our
kind.'
'What' Number 770 asked quite intrigued at this.
'These giants capture little people like us that venture into their world. Which
is why you must stay in the natural perimeters the gods have set for us, and
never travel beyond the mountains. A giant's finger is as tall as one of us.
That's how huge they are!' Number 633 said this with much emotion.
'Alright mom! Can I run off with the rest of the group?' Number 770 had nothing
on his mind but going on a hunting expedition with his initiation group. Once a
boy reached puberty, the tribe initiated them sending them on a group hunting
mission to prove their manhood. Their mission was to hunt their first racoon!
'Yes son, go ahead.'
'Don't worry mom, I'll be back before nightfall with our catch!' He kissed his
mom and was off.
'Hey Number 775, looking forward to the hunt' an excited Number 770 asked.
'I'm kinda nervous. I mean, a beaver is kinda big.' Number 775 obviousely had
little confidence.
'Don't worry man, this will be great.' Number 770 gave his buddy a light punch
to the arm, to give him a confidence boost.
20 teenagers showed up for the expedition. Armed with arrows they were ready to
go. Their leader prepped them off for the hunt and lead them on. They reached
the river banks and waited for a beaver to arrive. The river was like a lake to
them almost!
'Men, be patient it will come!' The village elder said. The teens were restless.
Many wanted to go home.
And sure enough the beaver showed up. 'Ready. Aim. Fire!' They shot poisoned
arrows at the beaver as it emerged from the river.
'POOMF' the beaver went crazy as the poisoned arrows pierced its skin. The group
scattered as the beaver chased after them. They spread out heading for which
ever high ground they could. Five were squashed by the beaver, and two were
gobbled by it.
'Oh my Gawd, what the fuck' a frantic Number 775 uttered. The Village Elder held
his hand on his shoulder as they watched from their hiding place.
'Don't worry son, the poison will take effect any moment now. Number 770 didn'ty
know what to think, while his friend was in shell shock.
'NUMBER 770 TIME TO RISE AND SHINE.' Number 770 was confused and disorientated.
As he came to his senses, a wind blew his way. It smelt of peppermint. 'TIME TO
WAKE UP LITTLE MAN.'
Number 770 got up off of his makeshift bed on the floor of the cage, and walked
towards the bars of his hamster cage, where he was greeted by the huge pretty
face of Donna staring at him with through the other side. He couldn't get over
her huge thick juicy full lips and her huge blue eyes. Now she was wearing a
light red shade of lipstick. He had never seen a woman as beautiful as this
before, amongst the Microns! He was never told about giant women by his mother,
who only told him negative things about the giants.
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What Dr. Donna Chambers looks like. Just like actress Kim Basinger looked in the
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'WE MUST BEGIN THE NEXT STAGE OF YOUR TESTS.' Withe that she opened the hamster
cage, and Number 770 found himself engulfed in her hand. He could not get over
the warmth and softness of her hand, and how every inch of his tiny 3.5 inch
body was surrounded by it. She brought him up before her huge face.
'HAD A NICE SLEEP NUMBER 770' she asked reasonably.
'It was so real. I dreamt of my mother and my friends. It was so real!' Number
747 was still evidently not over the shock of living in a world of giants. And
being forever separated from the world he once knew.
'I HOPE YOU CAN TELL ME MORE ABOUT THIS! I AM VERY INTERESTED IN YOUR LIKE BACK
IN YOUR LITTLE VILLAGE, AND YOUR DREAMS.' Donna now walked with Number 770
wrapped in her fist, while she stroked his head with the tip of her forefinger
of the other hand. Donna enjoyed the feel of the tiny young man in her hand,
while Number 770 was really enjoying the treatment. The warmth of her hand
surround his tiny body and her gentle stroking of his head was relaxing and he
was about to doze off to sleep again when she placed him in a dish of warm
water. 'YOU NEED TO BATHE.' She dropped a bit of irritation free shampoo in the
dish, and walked to her office to give him sometime to wash. Number 770 noticed
from behind that Donna was now wearing a plack skirt which showed a voluptuous
well kept butt. But he noticed she still wore the same white lab coat. He
enjoyed the warm bath. He had experienced nothing like this before in his life.
Back in the village he bathed in nearby streams which were always rather cold,
and took sometime of getting used to.
When Number 770 was done he waited for Donna to return. She returned from her
office to fetch him. She picked him up and rinsed him off in the nearby tub, and
then held him in her opened palm up for her inspection. She held her palm up to
her huge blue eyes. And she then moved her hand down to her nose to take a
sniff.
'YOU SMELL CLEAN AS A WHISTLE' she said as her huge nose sniffed at him. Number
770 sitting up in her palm found himself now before her giant full lips which he
had admired ever since being brought to the lab. And she softly blew on his tiny
form. It again had that familiar peppermint smell to it. And it felt nice and
cool against his wet skin which was quickly drying. She cupped her other hand
over Number 770 and brought it to her lips, blowing hot air into it, to both dry
and warm him up. It became like an oven, but he was now dry. And loved the smell
of her minty breath. Something about it turned him on. He next saw her huge blue
eyes peering at him through the opening of her cupped hands. She then uncupped
them.
'NICE AND DRY I SEE' she reasonably asked. 'NOW ON WITH THE TESTS.' With that
Donna carried Number 770 in her opened palm to a table where she set him down.
She ordered him to stand, while she peered at him through a magnfying glass. Her
huge blue eye looked like an ocean. 'HOLD STILL NUMBER 770 DON'T MOVE' she
firmly ordered. She then asked him to turn around. She got out her small (to
her) notepad and began jotting down her findings. She could not believe how
proportional and how similar to a regular sized man he was. His genetalia looked
like that of a normal human male of his age.
She next opened her lab coat pocket and put four objects before Number 770 One
was a pencil. The next was a rubber. Next was a little block. And that was
followed by a normal house key. 'I WANT YOU TO LIFT EACH OBJECT UP.' Number 770
did as he was asked. The pencil with he lifted, but it was with difficulty and
awkwardness. He picked it up as one would a long log. He next tried the rubber
which was like a huge boulder. He gave up after much trying. The block he did
lift up but only to his chest, it was heavy. And the key, he could not budge.
All the while Donna took notes.
'INTERESTING' was all she said as she with each picked each up with her fingers
and placed them in her pocket. She picked him up without saying anything and
brought him over to another table.'I NEED YOU TO LIE DOWN ON THE SURFACE.' He
did as she ordered, and she again took out some take, and secured his legs in
spread eagle form.
'What is this part of the experiment about' Number 770 obviousely nervous, asked
the giant scientist.
'NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT' was all she replied while she picked up a feather
nearby and began tickling his feet with it. Number 770 giggled as he struggled
to free himself. But the bonds of tape were too strong for him. She then tickled
him under his armpits. She watched as the excitement and stress developed an
erection. She stopped and then began the process over again. Number 770 was now
scared and wanted the torture to end. The third time she tickled his tiny balls
and dick. This felt good and arousing. He looked up at the beautiful giant
doctor as she gently tickled his genitals with the feather. He soon came all
over the feather. She then dissappeared with the feather while he lay down
exhuasted. She reappared after two hours. Number 770 fell asleep, and once again
recalled events in his life back at the village.
'WAKE UP' Donna boomed as she simultaneousely pounted her fist next to him.
'I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU GOT SO TINY, BUT I STUDIED YOUR SPERM!'
'What's sperm' Number 770 interrupted. During his time in the village he was not
educated as to what sperm or semen were. The CIA never taught his parents nor
any of the other elders that had grown up in CIA confinement. They just knew
when a male and female coupled up, a baby came. So Donna explained what it was
to him.
'AS I WAS SAYING! YOUR DNA ANALYSIS CONFIRMS YOUR HUMAN LIKE US! YOU AREN'T A
SPACE ALIEN OR ANYTHING, WHICH IS WHAT WE SUSPECTED FROM THE BEGINING! IT WOULD
APPEAR YOU WERE SHRUNK!'
She now gently released the tapes bonding him to the table, and picked him up.
After being exposed to the cold air of the lab, it was a relief to be once again
wrapped in Donna's warm soft giant hand. She brought him before her huge face.
'NOW LITTLE MAN. I WANT TO KNOW WHERE I CAN FIND THE REST OF YOUR KIND SO I CAN
REUNITE YOU ALL!'
After that torture session Number 770 didn't know whether she could be trusted
or not. He hesitated.
'DON'T WORRY LITTLE GUY I WANT TO PROTECT YOUR PEOPLE.' She continued to hold
him before her face, as she walked towards his cage. 'I WAS WONDERING IF WE
COULD AT LEAST SECURE A FEMALE FOR YOU SO YOU CAN PROPGATE YOUR SPECIES FOR US!'
She now placed Number 747 back in his cage. 'I HAVE SOME FOOD FOR YOU IN THE
DISH, GET WELL RESTED!'
She once again was off. Number 770 felt alone in the cage. He longed for her
presence, her touch. But she was gone. After losing his parents and being
removed from his village, he felt very lonely. Never before had he felt like
this before. Her warm smothering touch, was the only human contact he ever
experienced.
After he finished eating he decided to scan his environment. Learn all about
where he was being kept. He walked from one end of the cage to the next getting
a view of the giant lab. He also wanted to escape. Maybe find his way back to
his village and his people. He was not buying that he belonged to the same race
as these giants. Nor, that at one point he was a giant.
As he was about to take a nap, the door opened and in walked Donna and another
scientist. This scientist was a female and very attractive at that! She was as
tall, but shorter than Donna. Actually, 5'9 in height with a thin well-toned
body.
'SO LIKE, WHERE'S THAT LITTLE DUDE YOU PROMISED TO SHOW ME' the new scientist
asked. She had one of those party girl type of voices. She had a mischevious
tone to her voice too!
'OVER HERE' Donna said pointing at Number 770's cage before them. She opened the
cage door and picked Number 770 up. He was placed on the table next to the cage.
'NOW YOU DON'T WANT TO FRIGHTEN THE LITTLE FELLOW, HE'S BEEN THROUGH A LOT'
Donna stirnly told Number 770. The new girl bent down to get a closer look at
Number 770. As she admired Number 770's small size, Number 770 studied her giant
features intently. She had curly blond hair framing her cute younger face. She
had lovely hazel eyes, freckles on her cute nose, dimples, and nice thick and
full pouting lips. She had on the same light red shade of lipstick Donna had on.
And she appeared to be about 28 years old. She was more beautiful than Donna.
But something about the way she looked at him with those huge hazel eyes made
him uncomfortable. Although he wanted to be kissed by those huge giant lips.
'YOU ARE SO COOL! HOW DID YOU GET SO SMALL LITTLE DUDE.'
'I was born like this. As were my parents and all in my village.'
'GET OUTTA HERE LITTLE MAN' she giggled very immaturely.
'I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WEREN'T KIDDING ME DONNA' she said still amazed by the tiny
man before her.
'STEFANIE WE NEED TO GET TO WORK' Donna finally interrupted. She picked Number
770 up and walked towards a cage with a hamster. 'STEFANIE WE ARE GOING TO STUDY
HIS CAPACITY FOR STRESS!'
He was placed in the cage with the rat. Number 770 was now really scared. 'COOL'
Stefanie boomed with approval. Number 770 spying an old abandoned pin ran
towards it and pointed it at the mouse. The mouse was the size of a rhino to
him! But he through the pin like a spear into its head, killing the rat on
contact.
'AMAZING' Donna uttered. 'I THOUGHT I WOULD HAVE TO INTERVENE! STEFANIE THIS WAS
SUPPOSED TO BE AN EXPERIMENT FOR STRESS MANAGEMENT, BUT IT SEEMS HE HAS NO
FEAR!' What further amazed the two giantesses was seeing Number 770 remove the
pin from the rat's skull and praying before it. He then proceeded to try and
skin the rat for foood. At that point Donna opened the cage door, took the pin
from Number 770, and picked him up. 'ENOUGH NUMBER 770' she interjected. She
then placed him on the desk.
'COOL LITTLE MAN' Stefanie directed towards Number 770. 'CAN I PICK HIM UP' she
asked Donna.
'SURE, SINCE YOU WILL BE WORKING A LOT WITH HIM' she replied. Not a second
wasted, Stefanie reached for Number 770, who found himself wrapped in her giant
hand. He noticed her nails were a little longer than Donna's, but well maniucred.
Her hand was soft and warm, and and a lot smoother than Donna's. He found
himself before her giant face.
'I CAN'T BELIEVE I HAVE A PERSON IN MY HAND. COOL!'
'NOW STEFANIE' Donna interrupted. 'TAKING CARE OF NUMBER 770 IS A
RESPONSIBILITY. YOU NEED TO FEED HIM AROUND 7 A.M., 12 P.M., AND 4 P.M., EVERY
DAY. I AM HANDING HIM OVER TO YOU AS I HAVE OTHER PROJECTS TO DEAL WITH, PLUS
UNRAVELLING HIS ORIGINS WILL TAKE SOME TIME AND RESEARCH. I BELIEVE HE'S THE
VICTIM OF A SECRET GOVERNMENT PROJECT. I EXPECT YOU'LL FOLLOW MY INSTRUCTIONS AS
I SET THEM DOWN FOR YOU!'
'DON'T WORRY DONNA, I AM A PROFESSIONAL! I HAVE WORKED FOR THREE DIFFERENT
COMPANIES, ALL WHICH GAVE ME THE HIGHEST RECOMMENTATIONS.'
'I KNOW, THAT'S WHY YOU ARE HERE' Donna interrupted. 'I JUST WANT TO MAKE SURE
HE'S TAKEN WELL CARE OF, AS HE IS A ONE OF A KIND.'
With that, Donna left as Stefanie continued to hold Number 770 in her hand. As
soon as Donna left, she brought him before her huge face.
'COOL A LITTLE MAN' she boomed with a bit of a schoolgirl giggle. 'I AM STEFANIE!
AND I WILL BE STUDYING YOU! YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE US SO RICH LITTLE MAN!' She
opened her palm, and began prodding at his tiny poddy. She pocked Number 770 in
the stomach with the forefinger of her free hand knocking the wind out of him.
'AWE! POOR WIDDLE MAN HURT BY MY BIG FINGER.' She laughed. She then placed her
finger between his chest and legs, prying him opened, and flatning him on his
back in her palm. He lay looking into the face of the giantess, who had a real
sadistic look to her. Inspite of his fear, he was also aroused and she saw this.
'SO MY WIDDLE MAN FANCIES ME' she said widening her huge hazel eyes at his
erection. Stefanie was from England, and had a sexy English accent. She
immediately stroked his tiny erection with her free index finger. She rubbed his
tiny penis watching it get harder and about to explode. Her finger was like a
huge log as it gently rubbed back and forth. She then stopped just as he was
about to climax, and gave him a light flick in the balls.
'COOL' she said as he bellowed over in pain grabbing his aching nutts. 'AT LEAST
WE KNOW YOUR TINY DICK AND BALLS WORK' she boomed with a giggle.
'ENOUGH FUN FOR TODAY' was all she said, as she wrapped her giant fingers around
Number 770 and carried him back to his cage. 'I MUST DO SOME PAPER WORK, BUT WE
WILL HAVE MORE FUN LATER' she said as she giggled to herself.
Number 770 did not think he was going to like this Stefanie. Although she was
the most extremely attractive woman he had ever met in his life, her meanness
killed everything. Number 770 made up his mind, he had to escape somehow!
LAST OF THE MICRONS-Chapter 4
Number 770 contemplated the idea of escaping. But then remembering his masters
John and Sarah, and how kind they were to him. And Dr. Donna Chambers had been
very kind to him. Just this new scientist had a mean streak to her. Number 770
ate the food prepared for him as he thought of what to do. It consisted of a
mixture of minsed beef and vegetables. It was quite tasty, although he really
wanted to eat that rat. He wondered why did Donna stop him from eating the rat?
Number 770 finished his dinner and noticed a small piece of cloth. He would make
himself another loin cloth. He also saw small pieces of elastic and small pieces
of bark. He would make himself a bow and arrow. He finished fashioning arrows
using the edges of the bars, and created a line of arrows. He also created a
loin cloth for himself. The idea was that when Stefanie returned for him, he
would shoot her. As the giantess was stun in pain, he would make a run for the
end of the table, drop to the floor and run to the whole behind the table. He
would then try and return to his people and the land where he came from. He
prayed to Lunata, the goddess of war. Lunata looked out for the people of
Micron, and would pull him through he thought!
He waited in anticipation of her return. And sure enough he heard the door
opened as Stefanie walked in.
'HEY SQUIRT I HAVE SOME GREAT NEWS FOR YOU' the giantess almost sang in a
musical tone. 'DR. CHAMBERS MANAGED TO CONVINCE HER BROTHER-IN-LAW TO SELL YOU
TO OUR LAB FOR TWO HUNDRED GRAND. LOOKS LIKE WE'LL BE SPENDING A LOT OF TIME
TOGETHER NOW NUMBER 770.'
Number 770 steddied himself for her. He knew at the news that John had abandoned
him to the mercy of this giant bitch, there was no turning back. Now Stefanie
was before his cage with a mischevious grin on her huge pretty face.
'AWE! YOU LOOK SO CUTE WIDDLE MAN' as she opened his cage to reach in for him.
'YOU LOOK LIKE A LITTLE CAVEMAN.'
As she reached for him, Number 770 let his arrows shoot into her. 'OUCH' the
giantess yelled as they stung her. It gelt like the sting of a wasp. Meanwhile
as she briefly nursed her stung hand, Number 770 bolted out the cage for the
end. He was on his way to freedom. He had only seconds. He ran with his bow tied
around his waste like the true warrior he was.
'YOU TINY ARSE IS SO DEAD WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU' the now angry giantess
bellowed as she spied the tiny man starting to make his way down the leg of the
table. 'FE, FI, FO, FUM, YOUR TINY ARSE IS GOING TO BE SQUISHED UNDER MY THUMB'
she bellowed as she reached for the tiny man.
Number 770 found himself wrapped in Stefanie's giant hand. She was holding him
real tight and squeezing the life out of him. Number 770 found himself before
her angry giant face. He could see the hate in her huge hazel eyes.
'WHAT WAS THE BIG IDEA PULLING THAT STUNT, YOU LITTLE SHIT' she softly spoke to
him. 'I HAVE A MINE TO PULL YOUR ARMS AND LEGS OUT! OR MAYBE I SHOULD JUST
SQUISH YOU TO PULP IN MY HAND?'
Inspite of his fear, he found his tiny cock expanding against her palm as it
tightly held against every inch of his 3.5 inch tall body. Even though he wore a
loin cloth, the pressure of her tight vice like grip against his groin, was
making it expand.
Inspite of her angry, Stefanie knew she could not really kill him. Of course if
he does she could always say it was an accident. But this placement was the
world to her! This was her first time working on a highly classified project,
and she had big plans. And she could not help but admire the tiny man in her
hand. She released her grip as she placed him in the palm of her other hand. She
removed his weapon and took a good look at it.
'AMAZING LITTLE ONE. YOU SURE ARE A CRAFTY ONE!' She could not believe the work
that went into this. She would definetely have to record this in her journal.
She brought peered down at the tiny man, as he lay in fear in her palm. He was a
work of art she thought! He was very athletically built. Not terribly muscular
like a wrestler. He was perfectly toned and fit looking. She admired his
pectorials and his almost flawless brown complexion and long black hair, and his
beardless face.
Number 770 lay motionless in Stefanie's palm. He wondered what she had in mind
for him. He could not help but admire the giantesses beautiful features. Her
huge hazel eyes, her beautiful brown freckles that adorned her giant nose, and
her full thick juicy lips, which now had a light turqoui shade. He was further
suprised as she blew on him with those beautiful giant lips of hers he admired
so much. It smelt of bubble gum.
Stefanie blew on his tiny form in her palm. 'SUCH A HANDSOME LITTLE FELLOW' she
finally remarked in a soft and seductive manner. With the index finger of her
free hand, she felt his tiny chest. The sensation of her giant index finger on
his tiny nipples was really sensual. She petted tussed his hair a bit, and then
proceeded to stroke his tiny legs.
Number 770's fear of the giantess began to dissipate, as his sensations
concentrated on the sensual feeling of Stefanie's giant finger proding his body.
'LET'S SEE WHAT'S UNDER THERE' Stefanie whispered down to Number 770, as her
thumb came down on his chestm and fastened him to the giant palm, while the
thumb and forefinger of her free hand tugged away at his loincloth. 'I LIKE YOU
BETTER IN YOUR BIRTHDAY SUIT, MY LITTLE CUPBOARD INDIAN' she said as she admired
his tiny cock. She through hs makeshift loincloth in a nearby trash can.
Stefanie released her thumb hold on his body, as she admired his now fully naked
tiny form. She took up a magnifying glass from a nearby table, and held it over
him. She wanted a closer look at his tiny body. She saw up closer that his
appearantly smooth body, had some scars on it, from his earlier life in the
wild. She saw his individual features and its flaws, due to his exposure to the
elements for most of his tiny life. She also admired his tiny pubic hairs, and
how proportionally his cock looked. She took mental note of this, for further
recordings.
'NICE WORK INDEED' she sighed, as she continued to study him. Number 770 looked
up into her huge hazel eyes as she studied him. He saw traces of greenish tint
to her now magnified eyes.
'WHAT DOES IT FEEL LIKE BEING UNDER A MAGNIFYING GLASS' she finally asked.
Number 770 was silent. 'I WONDER HOW IT MUST FEEL TO BE A TINY PERSON IN A WORLD
OF GIANTS.'
Stefanie placed the magnifying glass down, and with her free index finger probed
his tiny genitals. She rubbed his tiny cock up and down. She looked at the raw
pleasure on his tiny face, which only a moment ago had a look of fear. She moved
her finger to his chest, which she stroked again. Admiring its smoothness.
'HAVE YOU EVER BEEN WITH A WOMAN BEFORE! I MEAN, ARE THERE WOMEN YOUR SIZE WHERE
YOU COME FROM?' She couldn't help but be amazed at the handsome young tiny man
in her palm. She admired the boy's bravery, even at defying her! But the tiny
man shook his head, blushing.
'WHY WOULD NOT A YOUNG MAN AS HANDSOME AS YOU NOT HAVE A SWEATY? I AM SURE ALL
THE TINY WOMEN WANTED YOU' she finished as she once again played with his tiny
cock, this time between thumb and forefinger.
'IT WOULD BE NICE IF WE CAN FIND YOUR VILLAGE, AND SET YOU UP WITH A TINY WOMAN.
SO YOU CAN BREED US MORE OF YOUR KIND!' She was excited with the possibility of
breeding a race of tiny people. She also thought of how when the public was
ready for such knowledge, she could get rich from breeding and selling tiny
people as pets.
Number 770 was about to blow his load when she stopped. Number 770 frustrated at
this, grabbed his tiny cock, and started jerking off. Stefanie was taken off
guard, but was amused at the sight of a little man masturbating in her palm. She
licked her lips and started making kissy faces at the tiny man, who focussed on
her beautiful face as he continued to jerk off.
'THAT'S IT TINY MAN' she said giving him encouragement. She blew on him, turning
him on even more! And finally he got release.
'NOW, NOW, ALL BETTER WIDDLE MAN' she teasing said, as she wrapped her hand
around him. 'TIME TO GO! I KNOW I SHOULDN'T BE TAKING YOU OUT, BUT DR. CHAMBERS
IS GOING TO BE GONE FOR A WEEK ON BUSINESS, AND I WANT TO TAKE YOU HOME WITH ME!
I WANT TO KEEP AN EYE ON YOU AT ALL TIMES LITTLE MAN.' She bit her lower lip as
she pondered where to put him as she exited the building.
'I KNOW' she said to herself, as she continued to hold the little man before her
face. 'HOW'D YOU LIKE TO SEE MY BREASTS CLOSE UP' she asked, as she unbuttoned
her lab jacket, and placed him in her bra. She sandwhiched him between her
mamoth breasts, and then buttoned up her white lab coat. 'THAT OUGHT TO KEEP
YOUR TINY ARSE OUT OF TROUBLE LITTLE MAN!'
Everything was dark around Number 770. But he noticed her breasts were soft and
warm. He was very grateful for his position, inspite of the tight squeeze, as
they moved. They rubbed into his cock, jerking him off, as she walked out of the
lab towards the car. He enjoyed two orgasms by the time she reached the car.
Number 770 was in heaven. But at the same time, he wondered where Stefanie was
taking him.
Stefanie walked out of the lab, locked up, and turned on the alarm. She exited
the restrictive area and walked out the main hall towards the lobby of the
building. She enjoyed teh feel of Number 770 between her breasts. She was
overjoyed that Donna would be on a business trip for a whole week, giving her
plenty of time to explore the possibilities with a tiny man. She had watched
re-runs of Land of the Giants, and had always wondered what it would be like to
posses and play with a tiny man. Now she would be able to explore this fantasy
of hers and nobody could stop her. She could torment and tease him, just as long
as he is brought back to the lab in one piece! She was happy she was chosen for
this project.
Here is the long awaited and neglected,
continuation. Sorry I haven't gotten to finishing it. Been quite busy these
days. But here it is. Enjoy!
Last of the Microns Part 5
Number 770 was in the dark of Stefanie's clevarage. He enjoyed the feel of being
between her breasts. He was cushioned from all sides. And what's more, he had a
hard on. He wished he could move, to relieve his hard on. But he was stuck in
place. He was worried what she had in mind for him. She seemed like a loose
cannon to him, and he didn't know what to think. He really wished he was with
Dr. Donna Chambers instead. Suddenly he felt the car stop vibrating.
'WE'RE HERE TINY' she said, in her musical British accent.
Stefanie got out of the car, and walked to her front door. Although Number 770
obviousely did not see it, Stefanie lived in a luxurious two bedroom bungalow
which she shared with her roommate from Sweden, who was also a scientist. She
fumbled for the keys, and finding them, opened the door and entered in.
'HOME SWEAT HOME' the giantess breathed, talking to herself mainly.
Number 770 was still wondering where he was. All he knew was he wasn't in the
lab anymore. He soon enough felt Stefanie's fingers reaching for him, as he was
pulled out from her cleverage. He was now before her huge pretty face. She
looked identical to Canadian speedskating athlete, Catriona Le May Doan. See her
picture below:
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He could not get over how erotic it was to be wrapped in her giant hand. Every
inch of it covered his tiny body, save for the upper chest to head, which she
allowed to stick out. Although her grip was less gentle than Donna's.
'HOW DO YOU LIKE MY HOUSE' she whispered to him softly in a teasing fashion.
'OH, I FORGOT I DID NOT GIVE YOU THE GRAND TOUR YET' she said sarcastically.
'RIGHT NOW WE ARE IN LIVING ROOM.'
And she walked around introducing the various rooms of the house. Number 770 was
just enjoying the feel of being in her hand. Although she still made him easy,
he was more relaxed with her.
'NOW YOU'VE SEE MY HOUSE, TIME TO TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOU MATE' she said as she
placed Number 770 on the table. She brought her giant face level to him on the
table, as she crouched to get a close look.
'I told you everything, what more do you want' Number 770 asked.
'I WANT TO KNOW HOW YOU GOT SO SMALL, AND AT YOUR SKILLS AT MAKING BOWS AND
ARROWS' Stefanie asked him.
'I've always been small all my life Dr. Black' she said.
'PLEASE CALL ME STEF' she interjected. 'I DON'T LIKE THE FORMALITIES' she said.
'As for my weapons, we all learn that in the village, from when start growing
hair around our penises.'
'YOU MEAN WHEN YOU REACH PUBERTY' Stefanie interrupted.
'If that's what you call it, yes' Number 770 replied. 'We also learn about being
a man, and our responsibilities to the village and tribe.'
'INTERESTING' she replied.
'CAN YOU DO A DEMONSTRATION ON WEAPON MAKING FOR ME' Stefanie asked.
'All I need are some small twigs, some grass blades, and a rock, and I'll
demonstrate to you' he instructed her.
'ALRIGHT' she finally said.
Dr. Stefanie Black did as she was asked, and brought Number 770 what he needed.
She watched as the Lilliputan hunter sharped a twig against the rock. She
watched him cut the grass blades, and tie them around a twig into a bow. Within
an hour, he had a set of sharpened arrows and a bow.
'IMPRESSIVE' Stefanie interjected. 'VERY IMPRESSIVE.' Stefanie noted all of this
down in her little pad book. 'SHOW ME HOW THEY WORK' she demanded.
Number 770 shot some arrows at nearby fruits.
'GOOD' little one. 'HERE'S ANOTHER TEST.' She took a fruit from the backet, and
with a marker made a target which she placed over at the fridge on the other
side. 'CAN YOU HIT THE CIRCLE IN THE MIDDLE' she asked.
'No problem' Number 770 confidently replied. Inspite of the distance, without
wasting anytime, he shot at the target and hit it right in the middle. Stefanie
was impressed. All of this she jotted down.
'AMAZING LITTLE ONE. NOW TRY AND FIGHT ME OFF' she said with a wicked grin.
Number 770 shot an arrow at her approaching hand, and she yelled in pain. 'YOU
FUCKING LITTLE BASTARD' as she quickly flicked the arrow out of his hand. 'NOT
SO TOUGH NOW' she triumphantly whispered, as she flicked him hard in the chest.
Number 770 rolled over in pain.
'GET UP' she ordered him.
Number 770 got up, and she poked him, knocking him down.
'HAHAHAHA' she mocked him. 'EVEN MY FINGER IS STRONGER THAN YOU.'
He got up, now really pissed he attacked her forefinger, only to be knocked town
again.
'TSK, TSK, TSK' she mockingly boomed. 'TEMPER, TEMPER, LITTLE ONE.' She then
pursed her lips, and blew hard on him. Number 770 fell down. Number 770 felt
reall humiliated. 'EVEN MY BREATH CAN KNOCK YOU DOWN, THAT'S HOW WEAK YOU ARE'
she boasted.
Stefanie then raised her hand in a fist, and slammed it next to Number 770
scaring him more.
'POOR HELPLESS WIDDLE LICKLE MAN, SCARED BY A BIG GIRL LIKE ME' she mocked him.
She then picked him up between thumb and forefinger before her giant thick and
juicy, pouty lips. 'AND YOU STILL HAVE A HARD ON' she said.
Stefanie stuck her giant tongue between his tiny legs, and licked his balls and
cock. She probed between his legs, giving him pleasure on a gigantic scale. He
was really in heaven, inspite of his fear of her. He felt her bubblegum scented
breath flow over his body.
'YOU ARE REALLY ENJOYING THIS WIDDLE MAN' she said. She continued playing with
her tongue between his legs, when the door opened. It was her roommate Inga.
'HELLO STEFANIE, ARE YOU HOME' she asked in her thick and sexy Swedish accent.
'RIGHT OVER HERE INGA' Stefanie answered.
Number 770 was now totally wrapped in Stefanie's hand. He couldn't see anything,
as he was totally in her hand.
'I HAVE SOMETHING TO SHOW YOU INGA' Stefanie said with excitement.
'VAT COULD IT BE' Inga innocently asked.
'OH YOU'LL SEE' she said. 'JUST FOLLOW ME INGIE' she urged.
Stefanie had Inga follow her into her study area. Stefanie then stopped and
looked at Inga.
'PROMISE YOU WON'T FREAK OUT OR TRY TO KILL IT' she stirnly asked Inga.
'PROMISE, NOW ZSHOW ME IT, OR STOP VASTING MY TIME STEFIE' she replied,
appearantly annoyed with her roommate.
'OKAY, HERE IT IS' and Number 770 found Stefanie's hand he was in descending,
and he was released. He
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