The Professor's Daughter

by Littletoy

I was twisting and turning, fighting and kicking ineffectually in the grip of

her huge outsized hand, her soft fingers pinning my arms from the shoulder down.

My tiny legs pumped viciously as she held me firmly in front of her face.

"Now stop that, I told you before. My father says I have to look after you until

he gets back from the Amazon. Maybe he'll find an organic compound that will

restore you to normal. But he has a lot of other things to do also while he's

down there, so you'll just have to be patient while he's away. He'll only be

gone a couple of months. Besides, I thought you liked me. I won't hurt you, I

promise, but you'll have to be very careful at your size. I'm afraid you can't

leave my room. And my rules are you have to follow my orders, understand?"

"But this is so humiliating," I said. "I don't want to spend the next two months

only eight inches tall. I'm nothing more that a doll to you now. I won't be

treated this way, picked up and carried like a toy, the way you carried me home

from the lab. Maybe I was better off in that bird cage your father put me in

before he left. How could this happen to me? How could I have been so stupid?" I

had stopped my useless struggling and my legs dangled limply from the bottom of

her softly clenched fist.

"You have nobody to blame but yourself, little doll. You had to go drink that

organic mixture by mistake. Daddy was furious with you. Now he has to figure out

an antidote to what you drank in addition to his ongoing research schedule. He

says he just doesn't have the time to work on it and you know how he

procrastinates sometimes."

She was right. I worked as a graduate assistant for her father, one of the top

organic chemists in the world, and a Nobel laureate. But he was also quite

eccentric, and was known to head off unexpectedly to some far flung quarter in a

moments notice, much to the chagrin of the Department of Organic Chemistry at

Utgard University, who had to scramble to fill his lecture schedule. Who knows

how long I'd be stuck this way, what with Professor Landry's unceasing schedule

of symposiums, field research, and government advisory meetings. And then there

was his daughter, my present captress, who was studying me so closely I could

feel her hot breath around me. It was bad enough that I drank the compound just

as Professor Landry was slamming his briefcase shut and grabbing for his coat.

Landry heard my muffled cry and saw the pile of clothes and the empty glass and

immediately began shouting.

"Goddammit Larry, what have you done now? That compound wasn't ready for testing

yet, I can't reverse the effects! If you make me miss my plane..."

I was trapped in a huge cloth tent that smelled familiar. From somewhere outside

the tent I could hear the booming voice of Prof. Landry. I crawled slowly toward

a broad flap opening and saw daylight. I looked up. I was in a vast room with

furniture and fixtures way above me. Directly before me were two huge feet,

which I followed higher until I could see the face of Prof. Landry , 50 or 60

feet up. I glanced behind me to see that the exit I used to escape the tent was

my shirt sleeve. I had shrunk! Before I could do anything else a huge , hairy

hand swept me up and the room moved about at a dizzying pace. I heard a sound

like a hinge opening and found myself dumped unceremoniously on a cold metal

surface suspended about 40 feet off the floor. I was in a birdcage. I was also

stark naked. I picked myself up off the floor and looked up at Landry who was

glaring at me. He took a clean cloth out of a nearby drawer and handed it to me

so I could cover my self up.

"You really fucked up, this time, Lar. I just don't have time for this shit. I

can't miss that plane, so you'll just have to wait until I get back in a couple

months, or until the compound wears off. I don't know, It was pretty

concentrated."

"But what about me? You can't just leave me here in your lab, in this birdcage,

I'll starve to death."

It was also the middle of Summer recess, so there were few people, if any,

around with clearance to this lab. I envisioned being discovered in September, a

tiny skeleton in a birdcage.

"Well, don't worry about it. I'll contact someone I can trust on the way to the

airport. Try to stay alive until I return, Larry. Good Luck." And with that

Professor Landry locked the door of the birdcage from the outside, turned off

the light and left me alone in the darkness. With nothing better to do I started

to fold the cloth I had been given into a kind of toga. It wasn't perfect but at

about 8 inches tall I couldn't really afford to be choosy.

About four hours later, having fallen asleep, was awoken by the nearby sound of

keys clattering outside the lab door. I got up and crouched low in the back

corner of the birdcage. Someone was trying on different keys in the door, trying

to be quiet. Then I heard the affirming click of the correct key and the door

opened slowly.

"Hello...anybody here? Larry, are you here? Please answer me."

Shit. It was Landry's daughter, Erica, the apple of Landry's eye. Larry had

known her for about two years, now, ever since he started working with the

Professor. Erica was the only daughter of the widower Landry, and his wife had

died in a car accident soon after Erica was born. That was almost 19 years ago,

and now the girl was going to be a Freshmen in the fall. But already she was

dating guys who were juniors and seniors at the University. Larry understood

why. She was a gorgeous brunette, about 5"6, 35-24-34, not huge breasted by any

means but athletic of build. Larry knew she'd been a cheerleader in high school,

as well as on the swim team. Larry thought she was attractive, but never

considered any real interest in her since he did work for her father and besides

he'd had until recently a steady girlfriend until he was dumped. Larry wasn't

that bummed about it. He'd gotten sick of her anyway. Even though Erica was

dating guys older than him(he was accelerated through elementary school) he

thought nothing about her other than the normal male reaction to her presence.

They'd had a pleasant though distant relationship. She being young and nubile

would casually flirt with him, teasing, and then enjoying his deft moves to

deflect her insincere advances. But that was before, now I'd appear to her only

8 inches tall, and she'd appear to me to be over 50 feet tall!

"Larry where are you", I heard her soft voice whisper. The lab was illuminated

only by the lights out in the hall filtering in through the open door. "I cant

stay in here long, its after hours. I tried to get her earlier but my aerobics

class was pushed back. And I have an overnight date to keep. Please tell me

where you are."

"Over here, in the corner", my tiny voice answered. I saw her huge dark shape

move forward. In the dim light I could see she was wearing her hair in a

ponytail which hung down her left shoulder, she had on a light blue spandex top

and cutoff jeans. Her slim figure loomed closer until her chest filled my field

of vision. She was standing right in front of the bird cage, looking down at me.

"Oh my god! Daddy wasn't kidding. What have you done to yourself, Larry? Are you

okay in there?" The end of her sentence lapsed into a soft chuckle. I heard the

hinge creak again as she swung open the cage door. She bent down an stared into

my cage. From my corner I tried to curl into a tight ball. I was so embarrassed,

I could die.

"This is horrible, Erica, I don't know what the hell to do. And your father's

gone off again for god knows how long. I can't do anything for myself at this

size"

"Well", she said, "Daddy asked if I would look after you until he got back and

could find an antidote. He said everybody else had left for the summer. You and

I have always gotten along okay, haven't we? I thought it would be neat taking

care of a little person, and it looks like it will be!" She burst into a little

squeal of laughter, and reached slowly into the cage with her right hand.

"Now don't struggle, I don't want to make a lot of noise"

"Wait, don't I have any choice in this? I'm not a lab rabbit, I'm a man."

"But you're so tiny!. You yourself said you couldn't do anything for yourself at

your size. You'll be no trouble at all to handle, since you're only the size of

a little toy! Now c'mere you ...little Larry."

And before I could answer her, she curled her fingers around my tiny body,

pinning my arms helplessly against my sides. I felt the cage floor fall away as

I was lifted up, then out of the cage clutched in Erica's soft fist.

"Erica! Put me down, dammit! What are you going to do with me?"

"Please Larry, I said don't struggle, I'm not going to hurt you. I already told

you I'm going to be looking after you while daddy's in Brazil. Now I'm going to

take you home with me. You know Larry, I always thought you were a cute guy but

I never thought I'd have you literally in the palm of my hand," she laughed.

"You mean you're just going to carry me home, clutched in your fist?" I couldn't

help staring across at her breasts, at my normal size they been medium sized but

firm, and well defined, now each one was more massive than I was, through the

spandex I could make out the outline of her nipple, aureole as wide as my head,

no wider.

"Well, what are you going to do about it shorty ?" she pouted. Her fingers

tightened around me and I was clutched up against the soft fragrant skin of

Erica's cleavage. I could feel her soft breasts give on either side of me. Her

giggles rumbled all around me and my fleshy prison started getting a lot warmer.

"Now be a good little one and don't make any more noise until we get out of

here." She gave me a little extra squeeze for emphasis, not enough to hurt me

but enough to realize that I was helplessly, completely in the control of this

gorgeous young woman. She left the lab and I began to get dizzy as walls and

corridors whirled by me in a blur. Each of her rapid footsteps shook my body

roughly as she hurried out of the building with me smuggled between her breasts.

Of the ten minute walk to the Professor's house I remember little. I thought I

heard another feminine voice call Erica's name from a distance. Her response

rumbled through every inch of my being.

"I told you Kim, he's real. Come over tonight after you get home from dinner,

about 9:00, you'll freak when you seen him."

I don't remember much after that. I passed out from dizziness.

I awoke on a soft, firm surface. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light. I could

make out the edge of the surface I was on, some 30 or 40 feet away. Beyond that,

high walls in the distance loomed over me. I sat up, my head cleared and I had a

look around and knew where I was. The soft surface I was lying on was a huge

bed, larger than a tennis court to me at my tiny size. Clearly, I was in Erica's

bedroom, on her huge bed. From behind a closed door I could hear movement. She

was in another room. I thought about my predicament. Erica was beautiful, no

doubt. She was also the boss's daughter, but he had left me in her care. I could

not believe the Professor's story(as told by Erica) about not finding anyone

else to help me. What about Rogers or Price? They were around this summer.

Perhaps Landry had forgotten to call them. What was Erica going to do to me?.

Her attitude seemed mischievous , but I had to remind myself she was only 19

years old. I would have found her desirable were he his normal size, but now?

She could swallow me whole, I was so tiny. Why, she could step on me like a

little mouse. She said she wouldn't hurt me, and I could only hope she kept her

promise, but who knows what she thought of me now? She seemed to like the idea

of me as a doll in the lab, much to my surprise.

I decided not to try to run away, but that I would let her know if things got

out of hand. First off I didn't want anyone just snatching me up and carrying me

like a doll, as she had done. Then , too I needed some proper clothes, as this

ersatz toga was loose fitting and uncomfortable. Lastly I didn't want anybody

else to know about me. It was humiliating enough that I was no more than a

dollman for Erica to play with, I didn't need any more hassles. Than again I

thought about Erica and her girlfriends and I had to admit I was intrigued by

the thought of all those gorgeous young women in my presence with their

attention focused on me, a situation that had zero percent chance of happening

at my normal size. I realized that I'd been turned on by Erica's power over me

at my present size, and realized that I was a unique novelty to normal sized

people, such as Erica. Perhaps my being small pushed her buttons, too. What

about others?

My thoughts were disrupted by the sound of the door swinging open, and Erica

walked in. She had just showered, and was wearing an Utgard U tee-shirt that

extended halfway down her slender, tan, thighs. Her hair had been washed and

dried and draped the front of her shirt on both sides, over the distinct twin

bulges of her breasts. She saw that I was awake, and walked over to the bed.

"So, feeling better, Larry?", she asked. She carefully sat down on the left side

of the bed. Even so I could feel the mattress lower slightly on her side of me.

After receiving no answer from me, she reached out a hand and snatched me up. I

decided this was too much. I began kicking and screaming and squirming and

yelling. I might as well have had a megaphone and a handgun for all the good it

would have done me. This young giantess was overpowering me with her fingers!

"I don't like being picked up! Please let me down!"

I was twisting and turning, fighting and kicking ineffectually in the grip of

her huge outsized hand, her soft fingers pinning my arms from the shoulder down.

My tiny legs pumped viciously as she held me firmly in front of her face.

"Now stop that, I told you before. My father says I have to look after you until

he gets back from the Amazon. Maybe he'll find an organic compound that will

restore you to normal. But he has a lot of other things to do also while he'd

down there, so you'll just have to be patient while he's away. He'll only be

gone a couple of months." Besides, I thought you liked me. I won't hurt you, I

promise, but you'll have to be very careful at your size. I'm afraid you can't

leave my room. And my rules are you have to follow my orders, understand? I'll

pick you up whenever I want to, and you will see whomever I want you to see. I

won't tell the world, just some girlfriends of mine"

"But this is so humiliating," I said. "I don't want to spend the next two months

only eight inches tall. I'm nothing more that a doll to you now. I won't be

treated this way, picked up and carried like a toy, the way you carried me home

from the lab. Maybe I was better off in that bird cage your father put me in

before he left. How could this happen to me? How could I have been so stupid?" I

had stopped my useless struggling and my legs dangled limply from the bottom of

her softly clenched fist.

"You have nobody to blame but yourself, little doll. You had to go drink that

organic mixture by mistake. Daddy was furious with you. Now he has to figure out

an antidote to what you drank in addition to his ongoing research schedule. He

says he just doesn't have the time to work on it and you know how he

procrastinates sometimes."

"Well, what do you want from me, then? What good am I to anyone at this size? I

might as well be dead."

"Noooo!", she cooed. "I think you're real cute this way. You're like a little

living doll. My toy man. My plaything. I mean, as long as you're stuck at this

size and I have to take care of you, why shouldn't I have fun if I can?

"This doesn't seem very fun to me. I mean, I'm so small!"

"Awww...let me show you". And she raised me closer to her mouth, which broke

into a little smirk. Then her free hand came up and plucked my makeshift toga

off with little resistance. She held it out from in front of her and let if fall

to the floor.

"I guess I have to find some doll clothes for you. I'll buy you a little

doctor's outfit so you can pretend you're still in the research lab. Maybe you

could do research on me". And she thrust me against her soft plush lips and

began kissing my entire face. I could feel her soft, huge tongue dart out every

so often against my neck and chest as she worked her way down my tiny body. I

was lying in her open fist, two puny to move, the tip of her soft nose brushed

my face as she began on my prick, which was now stiff at attention. I felt her

tongue measure and probe my cock and then she raised her face to me.

"Is that for me? It's so cute!" She squealed with laughter, then descended again

on my cock, her huge tongue gently swirling and messaging my shaft without

letup. She kept laughing at me as my tiny body convulsed an shuddered in her

hand and I finally came in her huge mouth. She had noticed that I had stopped

moving and lowered me away from those luscious lips.

"Larry are you okay? Did you come already? I didn't even taste anything." She

was holding me in her open palm now and was gently stroking my body up and down

with her free index finger.

"Can you do it again? Please? I want to see you come again. It was cute".

"No, please" I panted out between gasps of air. "Not yet, please".

"See, I told you It could be fun. Here, try this..." And her fingers tightened

around me again and She laid back on the bed, propped up by pillows. I was

lowered slowly down against her left breast. Even under her shirt, I could feel

how soft and warm her breast was. She lay me out full length in her breast, with

my crotch rubbing her huge erect nipple. Her fingers were spread out over my

back as she began gently squeezing and kneading my body into her breast.

"Mmmmmmm, I like the feel of you on my boobs", she purred. She grabbed me again

and lifted her shirt at the neck. Smiling at me, she thrust me down her neck,

under the shirt, and into her cleavage.

I found the courage and the nerve to speak up. "I'm in awe, Erica, its so dark

in here", I said.

Her chest rippled with her laughter to my statement. Then I felt my position

become more constricted as Erica was pressing her breasts together, engulfing me

in her fragrant flesh. Erica held me in this position under her shirt for a few

minutes. I could feel a slight purr rumble about me.

Finally I was bathed in light again as she released the pressure and pulled off

her shirt. From between her breasts I sat up and surveyed the fantastic

bodyscape before me. This was interesting. On either side of me was a fabulous

nipple capped hill of soft, sweet female flesh, each rising higher than crotch

height at the base. Further on down was the smooth tan slope of her stomach,

much, much wider than I was tall, which abruptly disappeared into her tangle of

brown hair between her long, lovely legs.

Before I could survey any farther, I was once again seized by Erica into her

hand.

"Just don't get any ideas yet, little toy, I'm not finished with you up here

yet!" I flew skyward until I was high above her body, held out at arms length

above her. I hungrily surveyed the various areas spread out below me like it was

a golf course, and I knew where the 18th green was. Erica then lowered me again

to her mouth, only this time she pinched my legs together with one hand while

she held me under the armpits with her other hand and guided my tiny body in her

mouth, feet first. I heard that pleasurable "Mmmmmmm" again and she stopped when

I was in up to my waist. I noticed she was careful to hold me in with her lips

and tongue, not her teeth(she could bite me in half like a carrot). Below her

lip line her tongue was doing its swirling dance again but his time not to just

my cock but my entire lower half as well. I was helpless as my body bucked and

heaved and I came again literally half inside her mouth. I was lucky Erica

didn't swallow me by accident, but what a way to go!.

"Mmmmmmm...that was cool!" she said, pulling me from her mouth with one arm

pinched between her thumb and forefinger. She dangled me playfully before her

smiling face.

"Now it's your turn to suck on something" she said, slowly dangling me as she

swept me across her chest. She lowered me to my feet at the base of her right

breast. Then her fingers grabbed me and adjusted my body so I was prone, my face

centered on her nipple. There was no was I could get her entire nipple into my

mouth so I began kissing and licking and sucking on it as best I could. I could

feel it stiffen and harden in my hands, and Erica's fingers pressing and

squeezing insistently on my backside told me I was on the right track. Suddenly

her whole body bucked wildly . I glanced behind me and saw her right hand

disappear between her legs. Her nipple slipped out of my grip as her breast

started swaying back and forth. I felt her body rise up off the bed and fall

several times. Sort of like an earth quake, I thought. Then suddenly her fingers

once again closed around me and she lifted me up to her face. She had a

desperate look on her face.

"Larry, I need you right now. Please"

Once again I decided that she had gone too far. I began to uselessly struggle.

She laughed at me as she lowered me to her crotch. With her free hand she spread

herself and guided me in feet first, thank god. When I was in her up to my

shoulders I felt her fingers pinch me gently and pull me out...and then guide me

back in again. I hoped I'd survive this. She could crush me like a grape simply

by flexing those cheerleader's muscles of hers, but I figured if I survived

she'd never want to part with me or help me grow. I was too easy, a boyfriend

you could pull out of a drawer like a toy and control completely. Her pussy

began to grow hot, and I found myself coated with her scent as she got wetter.

Her muscles were flexing and squeezing against my body even as she thrust me in

and out faster. Finally she left me in there as her body, with me inside up to

my neck, went wild with ecstasy. I felt her clamp down harder than ever before

with those huge muscles and I hoped Erica wasn't going to kill me, after all. My

tiny eight inch body was racked by a number of crushing squeezes that each

knocked the wind out of me. A hot, thick, gush of fluid choked my face and nose,

until sated, her squeezes gradually subsided. Her fingers pulled me out and she

brought me up to her beautiful face, held in her open palm.

"Are you all right? Wow, I've never experienced anything like that before,

Larry".

"Yes, Erica, I'm fine, and neither have I".

Maybe I should clean you up a little, your all wet and sticky." With that she

closed her fingers around me (I think she likes doing this) and stood up off the

bed. She held me out in front of her and walked into the bathroom. She set me

down on counter, next to a small swimming pool sized sink.

She turned the water on and soon the sink was full of hot water and soapy

bubbles.

"Well, go on in, the water's fine, or do you want me to help you, doll?" And she

scooped me up gently and lowered me into the water with one hand. With the other

she squirted some liquid soap onto her fingers and the began rubbing the soap

all over my body, sensuously messaging and lathering up my entire eight inches.

Her fingers twisted and turned me around in her hand as she soaped up my front

and my back, paying special attention to my cock and balls, lifting them gently

on one finger tip while the other stroked up and down with soap.

"Erica please, be careful for god sakes! You might hurt me if you're not

careful. Why on earth did your father let you take care of me? He had to have

known what was going to happen". I was trying to slide off her palm into the

water to rinse off but she wouldn't let me.

"Haven't you figured it out yet? That was no accident you drank that compound.

There is no antidote. Daddy is giving you to me. He thinks I've been spending

too much time with boys lately and he wants me to do well in school this fall.

He thinks if I have a little plaything to take care of I'll take my mind off

other guys. You've been given to me as a pet. I must admit I thought he was

crazy but now I think he's right. I think I will keep you for myself. Don't

worry, I still promise to be gentle with you, I wouldn't hurt you for anything."

And she tilted her hand and dropped me into the water to rinse off.

She then plucked me from the sink and draped a huge towel over me. I felt my

feet leave solid ground as Erica scooped me up bundled in her huge towel. I was

in darkness but I could feel her footfalls as I was carried out of the bathroom.

She removed me from the towel and set me on her bed again. She walked over to

her closet and turned away from me as she slipped on a pair of white panties and

a white cutoff tee-shirt. I had a great long range view of her nice ass. I

wondered if she let me slide down her cheeks someday. Probably. She returned

carrying a large class enclosure that I soon realized was an empty five gallon

fish tank. She set it down on the bed next to me.

"I promise to get you a doll house tomorrow, but I need to have a safe place for

you right now. I have to get dressed for an overnight date I have, and I don't

think I want to leave you running around loose in the apartment for now. My

friend Kim will be here at about 9:00 to look after you, plus I told her about

you and she really wants to see you and pick you up and play with you. Wait'll

you see her, she's even better looking than I am. You're a very lucky little

man. Now into the tank with you" With that she picked me up to her face and

planted those plush red lips against my midsection, than lowered me into the

glass aquarium. She brought out a wire mesh top and pushed it firmly into place.

"That should hold you until Kim gets here. Make sure you're nice to her." She

then picked up the aquarium with me in it and set it on her dresser, a good 40

feet from the floor. In ten minutes she was finished dressing and paused at the

door before snapping off the light.

"You're the greatest thing ever, little doll, have a good time with Kim, and

I'll see you in the morning." She snapped off the light and I was left waiting

in the darkness, for Kim.

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