The House of the Tiny Men
Tom could hardly believe the bad luck he'd been suffering from that evening. Not
only had his car dies on a country road that wasn't used often, but it had
started to rain sheets once he'd started to walk. He probably shouldn't have
been surprised that he hadn't yet found any farm houses. So on he trod.
Finally, after what seemed like an entire night, he spied a house off in the
distance. It was a really nice house. Heck, if he'd wanted to he could have
called it a mansion. It was also fairly brightly lit for the late hour and Tom
was surprised to find such a large and obviously awake house, but he was so
happy to have found any house at all that he practically ran to the front gate.
The gate opened immediately after him ringing the bell and he walked up the long
drive. As he walked he looked off into the fields surrounding the unusual house
and noticed a crop growing there that he had never seen before and as he walked
the rain stopped and he felt a strange sensation wash over him. He shrugged it
off and continued till he had reached the front door.
The house was built in the style of an old southern plantation and had no
doorbell only a huge knocker. He lifted it and knocked loudly.
Not long after, the door opened and Tom saw one of the most beautiful women he
had ever seen. She was about 5' 7' and had auburn colored hair that was up in a
bun. She had dark green eyes and full red lips. She could easily have passed for
a model.
Once she had opened the door she looked at Tom and said, "Come in. We've been
hoping you would come."
Tom didn't quite know what to make of that but decided to forget about it and
follow her into the house. She motioned him to follow her and once he was inside
closed the door and slid a bolt-style lock into place with a loud click. For
some reason the bolt was high in the door and the woman had to reach above her
head to get to it.
Once she had slid the bolt into place she said, "You'd can't be too careful can
you?" Not waiting for a response she said, "Come this way."
Following the woman further into the house Tom took a good look at his new
hostess. She wore a white blouse under which he could easily see her bra. Under
that she wore a dark blue mini-skirt. She wore back seem stockings and blue four
inch heels decorated with bright sterling silver. She was exquisitely beautiful
and Tom hoped that before the night was over he would get a chance to know her a
lot better.
She led him through numerous rooms and what seemed like miles of hallways. Tom
couldn't quite tell, because he hadn't been paying attention. But finally that
arrived at a room and she was standing there opening the door and motioning him
to enter.
It was a bedroom. It had all the things that you might expect to find in an 19th
century plantation room. Tired as he was the sight of the bed made him
temporarily forget about his hostess and want to sleep instead. Suddenly she
interrupted his thoughts.
"I'll bring you something that should help you sleep, okay?"
She had the most beautiful voice that he'd ever heard and before he left this
place he decided, he would know this woman intimately well.
Tom quickly undressed from his damp clothes and get into the bed and soon the
mysterious lady was back with a glass of what looked like warm milk. She gave it
to him and encouraged him to drink it. Taking the drink Tom looked at her and
asked, "What's your name?"
"I'm Marisa, now drink up," was her only response.
Tom took a sip. It tasted like milk but didn't, he couldn't quite make out what
it was but finished it anyway and laid back on the thick feather pillow as the
lady left the room and closed the door. Quickly Tom was drifting off to sleep.
It was getting cold, Tom was shivering. He reached for his blanket, but found it
wasn't there. As he started coming to he noticed that the bed had been replaced
with a hard surface and there was a breeze blowing around him. A breeze that
smelled like the breath of someone who had been chewing a lifesaver.
He looked to where the breeze was coming from and stood up screaming. There in
front of him was the face of a gigantic woman.
Tom backed away from the face until he had reached the wall behind him and
finally stopped screaming. Once he was quiet the giantess spoke.
"Well, it's about time you woke up. You're a very handsome man and I've been
looking forward to having some fun with you since I laid eyes on you."
"Wha...wha...what are you talking about? Where am I? Why am I so small? Why are
you so big?"
"Hey, one question at a time," she responded. "First, lets get you into a more
comfortable surrounding."
With that she reached in with an unbelievably huge red-nailed hand and picked
him up. For the first time Tom realized that he was completely naked and could
feel every inch (or was it inch? Couldn't really tell on his scale) of the skin
of her palm as it encircled him. It was warm and slightly rough. But another
thing it was sexy. He suddenly found himself aroused by this giant woman's hand.
"Hey wait a second there, we'll get to that later," she said while placing him
on the top of what looked to be a coffee table. Surrounding the table were five
women and Tom noticed that the lady that had removed him was not the one who had
tucked him in the previous night.
Looking around he noticed that Marisa was sitting on one of the two couched on
either side of the table. She sat in the middle of two other women. The one on
her right was the woman who had taken him from whatever it was that he had woken
up in. She had dark brown hair and brown eyes. She wore a black teddy on the top
and a denim skirt on the bottom.
To the left of Marisa was a sandy-blonde. She had a thick necklace made of
pearls around her neck and was also wearing a black teddy. She, however, did not
wear a skirt but instead wore gray stockings. Tom could not make out her shoes
from his vantage point.
Suddenly Marisa began to speak. "I'm sure you're no doubt wondering what's going
on. Well I'll be a brief and up-front as possible. You are a guest at the House
of the Tiny Men club. It is a club that exists to shrink men such as yourself so
that we can have 'fun' with them. More often than not these men don't make it
through the 'fun' we have so we are constantly finding ourselves needing new
recruits. You were just lucky enough to find yourself on our doorsteps the day
before one of our meetings and we could hardly turn down a freebie. So, welcome
to the party."
Tom didn't know what to say and looked at the two women sitting on the other
couch as Marisa began making introductions.
"I would like the introduce today's party participants. To me right is
Katherine, but don't call her that, she prefers to be called Kath. To my left is
Ami. Across the table to the left is Angelica, whom you can call Angie and
Sherilynn. As Tom looked on he noticed that Angie had black hair and Ami was a
blonde.
Still Tom was speechless, and as he watched Marisa placed a shoe box on the
table, opened its top and dumped it over. As Tom watched ten men as small as he
tumbled onto the table. They all looked terrified.
Marisa continued, "Until you arrived we each had two men to play with, but you
gave us an uneven number. So we'll let you decide who gets three men to play
with. We like to watch each other and really enjoy the show. You'll get to watch
as well and once all the men have had their 'fun' then you can decide who gets
you. So, lets get this game going."
To that Tom heard all the women agree.
Sherilynn leaned forward then and, grasping a struggling screaming man in her
palm, said, "I am absolutely dying to begin and so I'll go first."
Slowly, Sherilynn removed her blouse and bra, making a show out of it for the
man in her hand, and once her top was naked brought the man to her immense
breast. Placing his head on her huge nipple she said, "suck it my little man.
You'll never get another opportunity like this again."
Suddenly, Tom felt himself lifted from the table and he noticed that Marissa had
picked him up and brought him close to Sherilynn and her little man.
"Don't want to miss anything. After all, it'll probably make a difference in who
you decide to pick in the end.
As Tom watched the poor little man struggled against the huge nipple as it poked
against his face. There was absolutely no way that he could have sucked it, but
he was doing his darned best at licking it. A moan escaped Sherilynn's lips as
she laid her head back. She continued crushing the man up against her nipple but
eventually moved onto rubbing his entire body across them.
Tom could see that the man was aroused by the whole ordeal and was even trying
to swing his body so that his little penis would touch her nipple. Sherilynn,
noticing this, aimed him so that his penis actually disappeared into her nipple
hole. Tom heard the man moan as Sherilynn rocked his body back and forth.
Looking down at him Sherilynn spoke, "well time for something a little
different." With that she placed the man between her breasts and squeezed them
together, leaving just enough space for his head to stick out. As Tom watched
Sherilynn began kneading her breasts together and steadily applied more and more
pressure. Eventually Tom heard an audible crack and the man's face between a
pale color with a small stream of blood running from his mouth.
Unceremoniously, Sherilynn took him from between her breasts and plopped him
into the shoe box on the table. "They never last long enough for my taste," she
said.
Next to reach for a man was Marissa. But as she reached across Tom she grabbed
two men instead of one. Sitting back on the couch Tom found himself lifted by
Ami to get close to the action.
"I never can be patient enough to last through one man while anticipating the
next," she said "so I just do both of them as the same time."
As she leaned back she spread her legs wide and placed the men between her
thighs. Both men stood gawking at her gigantic pussy and didn't move. Irritated
Marisa put her hands behind each of them and moved them forward.
"Come on guys, I really shouldn't have to tell you what I want here do I?"
Soon the men were plastered against the massive wall of flesh before them and
impatiently Marissa grabbed them both in her hands. Immediately to plunged the
first man head first in hear gapping hole while placing the second over her
clit. To him see commanded "do it."
He immediately got to work licked, biting and doing anything else he could think
of to excite the giant women while Marissa pumped the man in her pussy in and
out with increasing speed. This continued for minutes until Marissa grabbed the
man at her clit.
"My feet have always been one of my most erogenous zones and I never fail to
orgasm when a man is servicing them. As Tom watched she popped her heel from her
heel with a popping sound. He could smell the smell from her shoes and feet and
Ami lowered him to see better. The man Marissa was holding screamed as she
dropped him into her shoe. He clawed viciously at the shoes sole, but it
glistened with Marissa's perspiration and he could do nothing but slide down the
sole until he collided with her stockinged sole. Panicked, the man turned
himself onto his back just in time to see a giant sole descend on him.
Marissa threw her head back. "Oh man, there's nothing better than a man
squirming in your shoe while one squirms in your cunt."
Placing two fingers on the feet of the man in her pussy, she pushed him until
they too disappeared. Then holding her palm across her pussy lips she began to
buck until at last she screamed in ecstasy. Once it was over she dug into her
cunt and pulled the man from it. It looked like he passed out. But Marissa
either didn't care or didn't notice because she took off her other shoe and put
him into it and then put it back on.
"When he wakes up I'll crush them both."
All the woman chuckled at this as Angie reached for a man. But before doing
anything she reached over the side of the couch and got a large metal bowl. One
she had placed it on the floor, she dropped the little man in her hand into it.
With that she stood up and began removing her panties. Tom could only guess what
she intended to do to him and he just quickly becoming certain that this was not
the giantess he wanted to deal with.
Once Angie's panties were removed she squatted over the bowl, took aim and
released a long stream of yellow, smelly piss. The little man in the bowl raised
his arms to fend off the stream but it hit him with such force that he was
knocked onto his butt. She continued pissing and eventually had the bowl filled
to the man's mid-section. Once she was finished he stood up and tried to wipe
his eyes. But as he did, Angie knocked him down and dunked him in it.
She then played a game with him. Up and breathing one second, under the surface
and gagging on oceans of piss another. Finally, he came up coughing and
sputtering as she removed him from the bowl.
Getting on her hands and knees she handed the little man to Ami. Ami, with a
knowing look reached into a box on her side of the couch and brought out a large
jar of Vaseline. Gathering a large amount in her fingers, she began spreading it
up and down the length of the little man's body. He must have realized what was
about to happen, because at some point in the spreading he began a
blood-curdling scream.
Once Ami had liberally smeared his body she bent towards Angie and began with
the little man's feet to slowly work him into her anus. It was agonizingly slow
as Tom watched. Ami would push him in a little, pull in out a little, and push
him in a little more. The man's pitifully tiny screams could be heard throughout
the process, until it was cut off mid scream as Ami pushed him all the way in.
Slowly, Angie clenched her butt-cheeks tight and moaned contentedly. I'll save
him for number two.
Ami was next to reach across the table for her man. But before she did she lit a
cigarette and took a few deep drags from it and exhaled into the air above her
head.
Bringing her man close to her face she took another deep breath, only this time
she exhaled directly onto the little man in her hand. Tom coughed enveloped in
the smoke cloud as well. Ami then instructed the man to hang onto the cigarette
saying, "Once this burns out, you're times up. So hang in tight while you can."
Then she left him dangling from it.
This man was different from the rest, he didn't seem to have been broken like
the others had. Instead of dangling, as Tom watched, he swung himself until he
could pull himself up and was eventually astride the cigarette. Ami wasn't
amused and growled, "You little shit, I told you to hang not climb up."
Quickly she reached up and grasped the small man and, after taking a deep drag,
placed his little head between her lips. She held him there as long as she
could, but finally had to exhale. He came out soughing and sputtering and was
rubbing his stinging eyes. He opened them just in time to see it coming. After
removing the little man, Ami took one last drag and then placed the hot tip of
her cigarette on the small man's face. There she put it out by rubbing back and
forth. All that was left was a black spot where the man's face had been. Angrily
she threw his body against the far wall where it exploded in a red spray that
left a gory mark.
To this all of the women laughed while Kathy reached for her man. But instead
Ami interrupted her, "not yet. That little shit ruined my fun so I'm gonna take
my second now if you don't mind." So Ami reached for her second man.
Having seen what had just happened, it was understandable when the man she was
reaching for screamed and ran in the other direction. Ami cursed then and lashed
out. Grasping the man in her palm, she cursed as he bite her hand. Cursing again
she clenched her fist tight and the man's scream ended in a gurgle while blood
oozed out from between her fingers.
"You shouldn't have done that, now you're all out," said Marissa.
"Oh well, its fun no matter how they go out," replied Ami.
Angie spoke up then, "It's time for my second man, I gotta go."
With that she reached over and plucked a screaming man from the table and
dropped him into her piss-bowl. Landing with a loud splash he stood up to see
what was coming next. As Tom watched Angie once again pulled off her panties and
squatted over the bowl. Tom covered his nose when he heard a loud fart escape
her ass. Then, with disgust, he watched a shit-covered man as he emerged from
her hole. Tom took a close look and could see that the man was dead.
It was impossible for Angie to aim at the man in the bowl so he moved aside as
the shit-covered man and another turd dropped with a plop into the bowl. But
Angie didn't take long to pull up her panties and pull on a large yellow
dish-cleaning glove with a loud snap.
Reaching over the side then of the bowl she grabbed the turd and smashed it into
the man trapped there. Ensuring that no inch of this body wasn't covered she
gleefully giggled as she went. Eventually she had forced so much of the shit and
piss into the poor man's mouth that he suffocated and died. Angie then took the
bowl and disappeared into another room. Then Tom heard the sound of a toilet
flushing and Angie returned.
"Well since I'm going to be going last anyway you might as well take your second
man," said Katherine winking at Sherilynn.
So, with a knowing look on her face and reaching over the table, Sherilynn
grabbed a man from its surface. As Tom watched Katherine licked her lips as
Sherilynn popped her shoe from her heel. Creating a gap just large enough she
stuffed the man into it and then put the shoe back on.
The smell from her shoe was greater than the other one he had smelled, for she
wasn't wearing any stockings.
Then the woman took a short break while Sherilynn wrapped her foot in a thick
blanket. Tom could only imagine how hot it must be getting for the unfortunate
man in her shoe, but he was certainly glad it wasn't him in there.
After a long ten minutes or so, the 'game' continued. Sherilynn laid back on the
couch and put her feet in the air as Katherine moved around to be face level
with her feet. Then, grabbing the heel on Sherri's foot Kathy placed her chin on
the back of her ankle. Then opening her mouth wide, she popped the shoe of off
her heel and watched as the man slid down Sherri's sole and landed in Kathy's
mouth. Closing her mouth quickly Kathy swallowed, swallowing the little man
whole. Tom stared in disbelief as he followed the little figure as it went down
her throat. He was almost sure that he'd seen the figure struggle.
Laying back on the couch then Kathy put her hand on her stomach and said, "Oh, I
think I feel him struggling." That was enough to make her buck back and forth in
orgasm.
Then, taking another man from the table, Kathy placed him in her mouth and
leaned forward towards Sherilynn who embraced her in a passionate kiss. Tongues
went wild in each others mouth and Tom could hear the gurgling of their saliva
as they passed him back and forth like a piece of gum. Every so often Tom spied
the little man's arm of leg as it escaped the sides of their mouths.
But soon the game was over and Sherilynn leaned back and closed her mouth on the
man. For a moment it looked like he might escape her mouth. But he only got one
arm and his arm out before her lips closed on him. Then Sherilynn got an evil
look on her face and bite down. A short scream was cut off as she pulled the
rest of him into her mouth and chewed him up, then swallowed.
The last man on the table decided then that he'd go for broke and ran to the
side of the table and dived off. He was unhurt because of this small size and
got to his feet and started running. But before he could get very far, a shadow
descended on him as Kathy pushed him over with her high-heeled shoe.
Once he'd fallen she put the sole of her shoe on him so that all that stuck out
was his head.
All she said was "that was a big mistake." Then blowing him a kiss she slowing
increased pressure until he would scream and then released it. "I really mean it
this time," she said and stepped down violently. The only thing Tom could think
of was a ketchup pack as red sprayed out from the bottom of her shoe.
Finally, the woman placed Tom on the table and all looked anxiously at him while
Marissa asked, "So witch of us have you chosen?"
Tom really didn't know what to say but began sputtering anyway. "Well, I guess
if I have to choose, I choose..."
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Part 2
"Wait a second," interrupted Marissa, "you're the first man we've shrunk that
hasn't yet tried to get away from us, even after seeing what happened to all the
others. I, for one, am impressed. Because of this I think little Tommy deserves
to live for now, what do you ladies think?"
Going around the room one by one the woman agreed. Certainly no man before Tom
had kept his composure so good. The second to last man had been a good example:
he had tried to run from the women. Although Tom hadn't acted the way he did out
of any kind of self-control, he had just figured fighting would have been quite
useless and a waste of time and energy.
But, it would seem, he was saved from an ugly fate - at least for the time
being. Marissa looked at Tom long and hard and then with a smirk on her face
looked up at the other ladies and spoke.
"Do you remember way back when we hadn't yet perfected the size control process
and we had a bunch of six to twelve inch men?" The woman nodded. "Well do you
remember that one pudgy one that I had tried to stuff my toe in his mouth?"
Ami then spoke, "Oh yeah I remember that. I just about busted-a-gut laughing. I
remember you taunting him 'come-on fat man, if you suck my whole toe into your
mouth maybe I'll let you live.' No way was he getting your huge toe into his
mouth. But he sure tried. Ha, ha..."
"Yeah," added Kath, "you pushed and pushed until he had a bloody nose and even
broke some of his teeth. Then there was that popping sound when his head
exploded. I'll never forget that, its the first time I heard it."
"Yeah, me too," said Marissa, "well, I learned later that he was the police
chief of a little town upstate."
"Really?" was the general comment of the gathered women.
"Yup, I'm surprised we didn't get caught for this one. Well, I'm thinking that
we need to catch another important toy so I can pop his head as well."
Again the women all nodded in agreement.
"Well ladies I think its about time we called it a night." And with that the
ladies left and Tom was left alone once again with his original hostess Marissa
who eyed him with evident lust.
Well, my tiny man, its time you and I got to know each other better. So,
grabbing Tom in her hand she arose and went to bathroom. He still couldn't
believe how horny he could get just from the touch of her hand. But the feel on
her palm was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. No doubt that was due to his
new size. The heat from begin wrapped in her hand made him perspire and he was
able to wiggle his body in the lubricating sweat and rub his tiny penis up and
down against the rough skin of her palm.
Feeling Tom's attempts Marissa raised him to her face while walking to the
bathroom and said, "Well, I'm glad to see that you have the interest and energy
to do what I was planning for you anyway. But whatever you do don't waste your
energy on my hand small one."
When they reached the bathroom, Marissa stopped and put Tom on the vanity while
she stripped. This was the first time in his life he'd ever gotten a strip show,
and being that he was getting it from a giant woman made it all that more
memorable an experience. As she got to her bra she swung it up and over Tom so
that the left cup landed over him.
It looked like a huge white tent and had a unique odor to it - and odor that
wasn't entirely unpleasant. But Tom didn't have much time to take it in because
Marissa removed the bra in order to replace it with her panties. The panties
where very slippery and as Tom struggled to get out from under them he found
himself becoming more and more trapped. The smell that emanated from the panties
was more familiar to him, he'd smelled these smelled before.
Suddenly everything was spinning as Marissa lifted the panties. Tom landed on
the counter with a thud. He stood up slowly and rubbed his head.
"Time to shower now honey," said Marissa and picked him up and got into the
shower.
The shower was in a bathtub and instead of standing Marissa sat down. Then
laying back she started to rub Tom's little body all over her body as if he were
a bar of soap. He could hear loud moans coming from her and even enjoyed it
himself a little. It was a very erotic feeling being wet, naked and rubbed on
the skin of a giant woman. But when she started 'washing' her breasts he got
especially excited. She took an extra long time there. Slowly she rubbed his wet
naked little body over her nipple. His dick was extremely hard and when she
rubbed him across her nipple, dragging his legs to either side and his dick
right across it, he exploded.
He came like he'd never cum before, but it was quickly washed away and down the
drain. It was doubtful she'd even noticed the tribute he'd given her. She simply
continued rubbing until she'd covered each breast completely. She rubbed him on
her stomach, rubbed him over her genitals, down her thighs and calves and
eventually reached her feet.
At first she started rubbing him along the tops of her feet, but soon moved on
till she'd reached the soles of her feet. Her feet were enormous compared to
Tom's small three-inches. She had beautiful feet. Her soles were soft and
slightly wrinkled. She began by rubbing him along her heel and then moved onto
to her instep and soon reached her ball.
Tom moved easily along the soles of her feet because of his slick body. He was
happy she'd chosen to rub him face first and took the opportunity to lick as
much as his little tongue could reach. She lingered for awhile, enjoying the
feeling of his movement against her sole but at last put him between her big and
second toe. Squeezing him there so he couldn't get away, she began to
masturbate, plunging her fingers in and out with increasing speed.
As her speed increased, she began squeezing Tom tighter and tighter. She began
to moan loudly and thrusting her hips to her fingers. Soon the pressure was
almost too much for Tom to breathe and he had to struggle to get any air. Half
to time he got water in his mouth and he thought for a moment that he might
either drown or suffocate. But just as he was ready to give himself up to doom
she climaxed and released the pressure while sitting up. Looking up she smiled
at Tom and shut the water off. Then, sticking a finger deep into her pussy and
back out again, she smeared Tom's entire front with her cum and said, "It's not
important for playthings to be clean, it is important that they are marked
though. And you belong to me now because I've marked you."
Then grabbing Tom in her hand Marissa stood and went to her bedroom. Then
placing him in the middle of her vast bed she put on a very sexy silken oriental
robe. Then turning to Tom she spoke.
"Well Thomas I'm sure you have a zillion questions for me and now is the time to
ask them. I'm feeling satisfied and clean."
Tom jumped right in and began asking. "How did I get so small?"
"Well," she started, "Do you remember those strange crops growing in the fields
when you came here.." Tom nodded. "Well, they started growing when a meteor
landed in the fields about three years ago. At first daddy didn't know what to
make of it but thought he'd make the best of a bad situation and cultivated it
with the idea that he'd sell it some day.
"Luckily I was away to school then and so I wasn't home when he finally
harvested the alien veggies and fed them to my family. Not more that two days
after eating the crop me and my friend Ami, who was here today, came home from
school for a visit and found my mother, father, and two brothers shrunken to a
size no bigger than you are.
"Well, Ami had always had a crush on my brother and has always been a
sex-starved maniac and she put my brother through hell. She did every
conceivable thing you could do to a miniature person. But it wasn't a planned
thing when she killed him. She was using him as a dildo again one day when she
got a little carried away and crushed his little body. Instead of being upset
with what she had done the feeling of ultimate power that this gave her was a
rush and she finally persuaded me to entice a victim to the house so I could
feed him the new food and experience the rush. I did and the rest is history.
Ami finished off my other brother and my parents disappeared. I can only assume
that they were trying to get away from us but I've never seen them since then."
With that she looked hard at Tom and said, "I wouldn't have done anything to
them, I'm not a total monster." Having heard all this Tom really couldn't think
of any more questions to ask and just stood with his jaw slightly open in
amazement of the situation he was in and the story he'd just heard.
"Well Thomas, my itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny little man. Its time for bed. We've both
had a long day, but I for one enjoyed it immensely. Perhaps if you're lucky
you'll become something of a mascot to our little group, then you'll get to see
all the different things we can do to little men like you. But until then, and
just to make certain you don't escape I'm going to have to put you someplace
where you can't get away."
Then going to her closet she grabbed a large fish bowl from the shelf. Tom could
see that it was filled with stockings and socks. Marissa removed about
two-thirds of its contents and then dropped Tom onto the remaining third.
Quickly his little senses were assaulted by an extremely powerful smell. These
were obviously not clean things.
Placing the bowl on the night stand next to the bed Marissa leaned forward and
kissed the glass. Leaving a large lipstick mark on the glass she smiled one last
time at Tom then laid back on the bed and was soon asleep. Tom, however had a
long night.
First, he tried to make a pile large enough to climb out of the bowl, but
eventually discovered that there were not enough to do that. So finally giving
in he tried to sleep, but the smell in the bowl kept him awake most of the
night. Light was streaming through the windows before he drifted of to sleep,
and he felt as if he'd just fallen asleep, when he was awakened by a tapping on
the glass.
"I think today you should come with me to catch some little men and maybe even
some little women for our games. You slept pretty late so we're going out to
lunch."
So, after dressing in a fetching outfit, Marissa reached in and grabbed Tom and
placed him in her purse. He could only guess where they where going, but there
was certainly a lot of movement and he was tossed about in the purse.
In time the purse opened and light flooded in. Tom put his hand up to shield his
eyes and saw a hand reaching in to retrieve him. He wondered what it was that
his new goddess had in mind for him. No sooner had she removed him from her
purse than Tom could see that they where in a fancy restaurant. Marissa
instructed Tom to stand behind the salt and pepper shakers while she pointed to
a man sitting across the room and said "that's the man I want today."
While Tom waited Marissa ordered spaghetti and meatballs and a fruit cup.
Suddenly she became very excited and said pointing towards the man's table,
"look his dinner date is here. We're going to get two for the price of one." Tom
looked at the table where she pointed and saw an attractive woman sitting down
with the gentleman that was already there.
Looking at his new goddess, Tom studied here intently. She had beautiful dark
flowing hair that reached to her shoulders and dark green eyes. She had
magnificent full-red lips and brightly polished teeth. There where no visible
flaws on her skin. Her hands were equally beautiful. Her long red nails looked
as though they had been manicured and she had all the manners of a lady.
Watching her with her girl-like almost innocent seeming excitement made Tom
wonder, "could I learn to like a woman like this?"
Waiting for the right moment Marissa rose and approached the table of the
couple. As Tom watched, she introduced herself and offered to buy them a drink.
After they'd agreed she rose and went to the bar, bringing the drinks to the
table herself, and sat and talked to the people. Tom couldn't tell what she was
saying but was simply spellbound just watching her.
As time went on it seemed as though the couple were beginning to feel ill and
both excused themselves to go to the restrooms; however, Marissa followed them.
After a few minutes she emerged from the hallway leading to the restrooms with a
huge grin on her face, tightly clutching her purse.
Returning to the table she laid her purse of the table. Before she had a chance
to say anything her order arrived. Then looking at Tom she said, "Thomas honey,
meet Mike and Jennifer." Then opening her purse, she plucked two naked people
from it with completely bewildered looks on their faces.
Tom noticed that these two had been shrunk even smaller than he had been. They
were no larger than perhaps an inch. Obviously, whatever Marissa was using to
shrink people could be controlled. It was because of this that when she dropped
the man into her fruit cup and the woman onto her plate of spaghetti, no one
could hear their small peeps, peeps that no doubt were blood-curdling screams to
Mike and Jenni.
Immediately Tom knew what fate awaited them but watched with fascination.
Quickly, Marissa began digging in to her spaghetti with her fork and finished
over half of it without touching her tiny captive. The entire time, Jennifer
crawled through the sauce and spaghetti strands trying to avoid Marissa's fork.
It didn't seem that she was trying to get her with her fork though. After
awhile, however, she began picking the meatballs up with her fingers and eating
them separately. When there where no more meatballs left she grabbed the tiny
woman between her fingers and brought her to her beautiful face.
"Ummmm, you sure do look like a delicious meatball." Then with tantalizing
slowness she leaned her head back, opened her mouth and lowered the terrified
woman in closing her gigantic lips around her. Slowly she pulled the woman
through her lips and Tom could hear load sucking sounds. Then she began licking
the sauce from her tiny body. The tiny woman screamed but each time Marissa's
tongue passed over her face her scream became muffled. Then leaning her head
back once again she lowered the woman once more into her waiting mouth. As she
passed her lips Tom could see that she glistened with Marissa's saliva. Slowly
she withdrew her fingers with a loud suck of air and then swallowed. Tom watched
her adam's apple move and could see the figure as it went down her throat. He
couldn't believe how hot this was making him.
Finishing her plate of spaghetti, Marissa then focused on her cup of fruit.
Because the lip of the cup was about an inch-and-a-half above the top of the
fruit, the little man trapped inside had had no chance of escape. He had spent
the entire time trying to keep his head above the surface so that he wouldn't
drown. Looking into the cup Marissa took hold of her fork and with another loud
"Ummmm" stuck a piece of fruit very close to the man.
The man screamed loud enough for Tom to hear and thrashed about violently trying
to get away. Once Marissa had taken the fruit from the fork she took aim and
thrust her fork into the cup again. Once again she stuck a piece of fruit close
to the man. With renewed vigor he thrashed about trying vainly to escape the
cup. The next time she stuck her fork into the cup she got her mark.
Two of the fork's prongs stuck through the little man and the liquid around him
began to turn a crimson color. As Tom watched he grabbed the fork prong sticking
through his stomach and it reminded Tom of movies he'd seen of actors grabbing a
hold of swords that had pierced them clear through. Then, sticking the fork
through him further still Marissa picked up another piece of fruit and brought
it and the man to her mouth. Weakly the man put up his arms to fend off the
inevitable but was soon well inside her mouth. Closing her lips around the fork
she pulled it from them and chewed with great delight "Ummm"ing the whole time.
Then this too she swallowed.
Once she was finished with her food she looked at Tom and spoke. "Oh my,
sometimes I get a little too carried away with myself and can't even wait to get
home. Heck, I usually have to go through about twice the number of men and
sometimes woman just so our club can have its little playthings. Now I'm going
to have to get more."
As Marissa spoke the waiter who had helped her approached the table and asked if
everything had been all right. To this Marissa ordered some desert and then
wrote her address on a piece of paper. When the waiter had returned with her
desert and bill she handed him the slip of paper and said with a wink, "bring a
friend or two kay?" Grinning ear to ear the waiter stuffed the paper into his
pocket and left the table. Soon Tom was once again stuffed into Marissa's purse
and on his way to wherever.
With all the excitement Tom completely forgot that he hadn't eaten himself. Once
they'd returned home, however, Marissa fed him. Going to the kitchen he was
placed on the large table while Marissa went to the cupboard to get a large
slice of bread and a plate. Then returning to the table she placed the plate on
the table and instructed Tom to get onto it.
At first Tom certainly didn't want to get onto the plate. But Marissa assured
him that she was quite full and had no intention of eating him. So reluctantly
he stepped up onto the plate and went to center and laid down on his back.
"Don't worry little one," Marissa said, "this is just so that I don't get the
table dirty."
With that she took a large bite from the bread and began to chew. Tom was
beginning to wonder what was going on when Marissa leaned over him and let and
large glob of saliva and chewed bread fall from her lips and onto his head. It
landed with a loud splat (at least to Tom) as he looked up questioningly at his
beloved goddess.
See the question on his face she spoke, "Well, I've learned that little people
have a hard time digesting solid food. Most of the time we don't keep them long
enough to matter. But for those we do intend to keep around, this is the way
they have eat. So, chow down sweetheart." Seeing no alternative he began licking
the saliva-bread mixture from his face and scooped it from the large piles
laying around and ate his fill. The whole while his new goddess smiled and
looked pleased.
Once he'd finished his 'meal' he discovered that he had a new job. Grasping him
about the middle Marissa spoke. "I hope you don't think that your new life is
going to be completely care and responsibility free. One of the new jobs you're
going to be responsible for is painting all my nails. Its a rough job so I hope
you're semi-physically fit."
So, after selected a deep red color from her large selection, Marissa placed Tom
on the floor and handed him the brush. "You'll start with my toes and then move
onto my hand." She was right, it was hard work. The brush got heavier and
heavier the longer he used it. Often he had to wedge himself between her toes
and fingers just to stay upright. Panting and groaning he continued his work.
While the whole time his goddess laid back and seemed to fall asleep. Once his
had finished his task he collapsed into a heap.
Looking satisfactorily on his work, Marissa spoke, "You do good work, take a
rest you'll need it because I'm going to exercise now. Tom had no idea what she
was talking about but was simply too tired to care. As he watched she changed
into an exercise leotard and thick exercise socks and shoes on. Then, turning on
some music she began doing aerobics. Tom watched in fascination. He couldn't
believe the feelings that this giant woman caused him. He was falling for her.
She worked out for about thirty minutes and then came and sat on the bed next to
Tom. Panting softly she said, "Now its time for your next job." Then grabbing
Tom she laid back on her bed, put one arm over her head and put him right next
to her armpit. "If there's one thing I hate its smelling pits and so your job is
going to be to clean them after I work out -- with your tongue."
Tom looked at her pit with utter dismay. But without a moment to think Marissa
pushed him forward till he touched her skin and said, "lick." Seeing no option
he started to lick. It was a taste unlike anything he'd ever tasted before:
somewhat salty but not altogether unpleasant. Using what little energy he had
left he finished the one side and was moved to the other side where he did the
same thing as before.
Once he'd finished Marissa looked almost lovingly at him and said "I seem to
recall that you like feet. Well, since you've done such a good job I'm going to
give you a treat. A treat that should rejuvenate your strength and your tongue."
With that she grasped Tom, took off her tennis-shoes and dropped him inside. The
smell that assaulted him there was possibly the strongest scent he'd ever
smelled. His eyes began to water but his dick was instantly hard. Then, crawling
to the toe of the shoe he began rolling his body over the moist sole while he
licked everything he could. He'd never thought about being small enough to fit
his whole body into the toe of a shoe, but the feeling was very erotic and he
came uncontrollably. He laid there for a while enjoying the humid warmth and
smell that surrounded him and then fell asleep.
He awoke to the sound of the doorbell. He had no idea whole long he'd slept but
it was getting dark outside. Slowly he emerged from the toe of the shoe and
stuck his head out to see what was going on. Marissa was no longer in the
bedroom but as he waited he heard his goddesses voice along with that of three
men. He recognized the voice of their waiter that afternoon and realized that
they had come for their 'party.' He had no doubt that he would see them real
soon.
As he'd expected no sooner had an hour passed then Marissa walked into the room
carrying four very frightened men in her hands. Tom noticed that she was still
wearing her workout cloths and once she'd reached the bed she unceremoniously
dumped them on it as she began to undress. Marissa sat of the side of the bed
and removed one of her socks. Waving a hand in front of her nose she looked down
at Tom still in her shoe and said, "I really don't see what it is you like about
this."
But before he could answer one of the men ran to the side of the bed and jumped
to the carpet far below. Swiftly Marissa reached out and grabbed him. "So you
think you're gonna get away, I don't think so little man." Then looking around
for a way to restrain him she noticed the sock in her hand. With that she took
her other sock off and started to make a ball of her socks as some people do
before putting them in the dirty clothes, only this time she put the little man
in her hand into the sock before doing so. She then threw the sock across the
room. Tom knew the man would be unhurt. Later when Marissa did her laundry she
took the little man from the ball and added him to the group awaiting playtime.
As Tom looked closely at the remaining four men, he noticed that one seemed to
be shrinking more than the others. Seeing his look Marissa said, "Oh, Franklin
here seems to have a drinking problem and drank a rather large amount of
shrinking powder. Well, it seems to be taking its toll on him," she finished
with fake concern. Then rising from the bed she placed the three struggling men
in the fish bowl where Tom had spent the night and went to the bathroom.
Tom couldn't believe it, but he was disappointed and almost felt cheated that he
hadn't been taken along. He really was starting to love his new goddess. He also
noticed that she hadn't made any attempt to restrain him. Perhaps she realized
now that he would never leave her, even if he had the chance.
By the time she'd returned from the shower the still shrinking man had reached
the size of a quarter-inch. In fact, Marissa had to completely empty the
contents of the bowl just to find him. Shaking her head with disappointment she
said, "Well you'll be no good at our party. I wonder what I should do with you.
Then, as though a light bulb had come on, she reached into her purse and
withdrew a dollar bill and started to roll it up tight. Once done she put one
end to her nose and the other next to the little man who started to run. She
followed him for a little ways but then, with a snort, he was gone.
Then, as though nothing had happened she started dressing. When it came time for
her stockings she grabbed one of the remaining two men and dropped him into it.
Rolling down its length, he found himself in the toe. Soon after, Marissa began
rolling in onto her leg and the man was trapped against her sole. Laying bed on
the bed she moaned and said, "Ohh I feel him struggling." She soon began
fingering herself.
As Tom watched he could hear his goddesses sounds of ecstasy but suddenly she
stopped and said, "I've got a better use for you little man." With that she
grabbed the sole of her stocking and pulled it out till it was lose enough that
the man trapped there began to tumble downward. And down he continued until he
fell from the top of the stocking landing solidly on her cunt. Reaching down
then she grabbed him roughly and plunged him headfirst into her pussy. She
pushed in his feet until they too disappeared into her and then she laid back
and pulled her legs tightly together. Then speaking softly she said, "that's it,
struggle little man, struggle hard."
Slowly she started undulating on the bed, which soon became a wild bucking
motion. After an obvious orgasm Marissa settled down somewhat and said, "I think
I'll stay in tonight." Then, without removing the man from her pussy, she pulled
her knees up to her chest and she curled up and fell asleep. Tom once again felt
left out and climbed out of the shoe and approached the bed. Once there he
climbed the sheet and then climbed her. By the time he'd gotten to the top of
the bed she had rolled over and was laying on her back. So Tom climbed onto her
leg, walked up her and nestled himself between her breasts and fell into a light
sleep.
Tom awoke the next morning to his mistress stirring underneath him. He then
heard her soothing voice, "Good morning Thomas sweetheart. Are you ready to come
with me to catch more men and women?" To that Tom stood and saluted and said,
"I'd go with you to the end of the world.
Marissa took Tom to the bathroom this morning and allowed him to join with her
for a shower. This time however, he was on his own as she was concerned with
actually cleaning himself. He just enjoyed standing beneath her as the water
that streamed off of her body fell onto him.
Days passed and Marissa and Tom almost daily went to find new victims. They
caught them in gyms, in restaurants, in church, and at bars. There didn't seem
to be anyplace that was off limits. But it didn't matter to Tom, he was just
happy to be with her. Many times new playmates didn't make it to the game, but
eventually she'd gathered enough for another game and the small group of woman
that had initiated Tom into smallness came together once again.
They did a lot of the things they had done before, but one thing his goddess did
caught his attention. Grabbing a small man, she placed him on the floor at her
feet and removed them from her shoes. She wasn't wearing any stockings and Tom
could even smell them from his vantage point. Then, pointing to her toes, she
commanded the little man to lick between all of the them. Tom had had the
opportunity to do this a number of times and really enjoyed it. But he could
tell by the look on the man's face that he didn't like what he'd been told to
do.
He didn't do what he'd been told right away and so Marissa flicked his little
dick with her finger causing him to double over in pain. "Now, do what you're
told." With that the little got to work once he'd recovered enough to stand.
When he'd completed his task Marissa placed her soles together and then put the
man between them. Only once had Tom found a woman that had been willing to give
him foot sex. She too had put her soles together where he had put his dick. He
hadn't thought about putting his whole body where his dick had been and watched
jealously as the man was put there.
Slowly she rolled her feet back and forth as the man turned along. But soon she
began increasing the pressure until he had trouble breathing. Soon he began
turning different shades of color and then simply popped with a wet spray of
red. By then Tom had become so excited that he was beating off and came the same
instant that the man popped. The woman seemed to enjoy that fact that he enjoyed
what they where doing.
Soon the party was over however and it was Tom and Marissa alone once again. As
days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and eventually months into a year,
Tom and his goddess grew closer together. It was a sign of her affection for him
when she opened her immense shoe closet so that Tom could explore to his hearts
content. He spent long hours there and many times smelled from head to toe like
Marissa's feet. But he didn't care, he loved that smell.
As time continued to pass Marissa's parties became well known across the world
and she was hosting more and more of them. Soon the plaything requirement became
too much for Marissa to supply herself and her friends began helping her. She
was kept busy. Too busy to do any of her housework. That was why she hired the
fifteen year old girl, Amber.
Amber was a diligent, hard-working girl and a very attractive brunette at that.
She worked for Marissa for months without any problems. When she'd been hired
she had been instructed not to do any wok in Marissa's bedroom. But, trying to
impress her employer one day she walked into the room and caught Tom asleep in
the middle of the big bed.
He was awakened by a loud gasp and was startled by the girl's huge face as it
hung over him. But without a word she picked him up. Then looking around and not
finding whatever it was she was looking for, she unzipped her pants, pulled out
her panties, and dropped little Tom in. His cries of revolt were smothered as
she let the panties snap back into place and Tom found himself pressed up
against her pussy. Then what little light he could see disappeared as she zipped
up her pants. Then, he felt her move and could only guess where he was heading,
he could only hope that it was as good a place as the one he'd just left.
It was a bouncy ride for
Tom and he could tell from the sounds penetrating from the outside that Amber
was leaving the house. Down the walk she went and then Tom could hear a car door
slomming loudy shut. He'd only been this close to a tennage pussy once in his
life - when he was a teenager and could feel the temperature in the panties
surrounding him go up a few degrees. Wetness began seeping from the giant
orafive in front off him and the temperature still rose.
He was jostled about during the ride and soon his little body was covered with a
light covering of perspiration, along with a healthy dose of Amber's fluids on
his front side. The smell he smelled from Amber was entirely different from
Marissa's. Different, but not unpleasant. Sweat was running down his face and
stinging his eyes, when at last the jostling was over and light flooded in once
again. Tom could hear the zipping of the zipper and then Amber's giant hand was
there to remove him.
He looked around the room he found himself in and saw a typical teenage girl's
bedroom. Poster's of music groups on the walls, stuffed animals on the bed and
little nicknacks here and there. After scanning the room his attention came to
rest on his giant captor. Looking around to her direction he noticed her
studying him intently. Her piercing brown eyes felt to Tom as though they could
see through him.
Having been a small man for over a year, large faces no longer filled him with
the same level of awe that they had once. Although they would always make him
feel respect for their owners, large faces had basically the same effect as
normal-sized ones once had. So, he studied her back.
She had beautiful black hair that flowed from her head to about the middle of
her back. Her full red lips hung open slightly and inside he could she her
polished with teeth. Her breath, which smelled slightly of spearmint, surrounded
him and kept him from chilling. She wore large loop earnings and had the dark
skin of a latino girl. To put it shortly, she was quite beautiful. But she had
also taken him from his rightful place.
'Why have you taken me from my home?' Tom demanded of the girl. But instead of
answering him she smiled large and asked, 'What are you?'
Tom became uncomfortable with that question as it became apparant to him that
she did not consider him to be a man. But he stood valiantly and declared, 'I am
a man. A three inch man, but still a man!'
Giggling she said, 'You're funny. A teeny-weeny little man.' Then standing she
looked around the room. Spying whatever it was she was looking for she went and
grabbed a metal box lying on her dresser. Then, opening the lid and turning it
over, she dumped it's contents onto the dresser. Tom watched as jewels of every
discription tumbled out. Then, spinning on her heel, she approached the bed
again. Tom knew what was coming from past experience and didn't even try to run.
He also knew from past experience that it was impossible to escape a giantess
and usually made them angry. Only in the last few months had he been able to do
little things that had made Marissa only slightly angry, but he wasn;t going to
take his chances with a giantess he didn't know well at all.
As Amber reached the bed she reached down and grasped Tom in her open palm. Her
hands felt cold and clammy, like she was nervous. But soon he was out of the
giant palm and deposited in the bottom of the jewelry box. Sitting the box down
on her nightstand Amber laid on her bed and picked up the phone. The clasp from
the front of the box prevented it from closing entirely, getting caught on the
front of the box, and Tom climed to the little opening and listened in.
'Hello, Brandi? It'e me Amber. You are not gonna believe what I have hear. Ask
your mother if you can come over for a slumber party tonight.' Then pausing a
moment she continued, 'No, it's a surprise. You'll just have to wait till you
get here to see it.'
As Tom listened the topic changed a few times and then the call was over. Then
pressing the flash button on her phone Amber continued her calls. Tom kept track
as best he could and by the end of the numerous calls figured that Amber was
going to have four friends over for a slumber party. Tom shuddered. Tennagers
wouldn't know how delicate he was, and five altogether most likely spelled
trouble. Amber soon rose and left the room and slipping back to the bottom of
the silky smooth inside of the jewelry box Tom waited.
It was a long couple hours and Tom had to fight to stay awake. Drifting off a
couple of times, he figured he would need the sleep later on. But the wait was
over then, the door to Amber's room flung open and she and four of her friends
entered.
Amber was the first to approac and grabbed the little jewelry box from the
nightstand and placed it on the floor. Each of the girls then sat around the
little box forming and circle and then, with the flair and gesture of a magician
showing a trick she lifted the lid of the box. Squinting at the bright light,
Tom looked around the room as Amber introduced her friends to the little man.
'Ahem,' she began then looked quizickly at Tom and asked, 'by the way what is
your name? Or do you have one.'
To this Tom snorted, 'Of COURSE I have a name, I'm Thomas Moore. But you may
call me Thomas.'
With that she laughed along with the others and said, 'Ha ha, Tom thumb, that's
more like it. What do you think of that name little Tommy?'
Glaring and angry then Tom didn't bother to reply. So Amber continued then with
her introductions. 'Tommy, these are my friends Brandi, Ann, Shauna and Stacy.'
Folding his arms in front of him Tom refused to acknoledge any of their
presences. But this angered Amber and she reached over to him and flicked him in
his little back with her finger. Falling flat on his face she said sternly,
'Your respect level better change real quick little man. Otherwise, your life
won't be worth much.'
The tone in her voice had changed considerably and Tom thought it wise to change
his approach. 'After all,' he thought, 'I may be spending an awful lot of time
with this girl from now on, might as well make the best of it.'
Then going around the room one by one, Tom bowed low and introduced himself, 'M'lady,
I am here to serve you.' They all gigled with glee at the sight and begin
chatting amongst themselves about what they should do with their little man. Tom
was surprised that they didn't seem to have any ideas and so sat in the padding
of the box to wait.
Eventually Ann spoke. Ann was dressed in a leotard and tights. She wore ballet
slippers and looked as though she had come straight from dancing lessons. She
was blond and had crystal blue eyes. Leaning forward to get closer to Tom, he
could see just how clear they were and was enamoured for a moment.
'Let's have some fun with him,' she said with a wink. Confused Tom looked at the
other girls and noticed that they too were a bit confused. So Ann continued, 'Oh
come girls, you know what kind I'm talkin' about. I know for a fact that there
are some here that have never been with a man before. Sure he's a tiny little
man, but man just the same. Isn't it better to have your first experience with a
man small enough to control.'
Tom watched intently for the reactions as all the girls began to shake their
heads. 'Yeahs' and 'Good ideas' slipped out and then the planning was on. Soon
all the girls were undressing and Tom prepared for the worse.
Getting out of her outfit, someone commented to Ann that her ballet slippers
reeked. Liftly it to her nose and sniffing slightly she yanked her head back and
said, 'Whew, you're right they do.' Then, looking evily at little Tom, she
turned the slipper so that it's entrance faced him and moved it slowly towards
him. None could have known that Tom liked feet, but he made a show of trying to
avoid it. He'd discovered a long time ago that giantesses loved a struggling
little victim.
Soon the shoe's entrance surrounded him and he lifted his hands to touch the
bottom. Ann continued pushing the shoe down on him and then turned it quickly.
Finding himself in the shoe he looked up at the smiling face of Ann. But then,
tipping the shoe forward, he lost sight of her as he slid down into the toe.
Strong smells surrounded him then and he could hear snickers and giggles from
the girls outside.
'I'll bet that's just about more than he can handle. I really work up a sweat at
dance class,' said Ann matter-a-factly. It wasn't long after and the other girls
decided that he should spend a few minutes in their footware 'touturing' their
little captive. Unbeknowst to them, he enjoyed every minute of it. It spent
another few minutes in the ballet slipper than was one to two pairs on
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