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TWENY-SIX

Being trapped in her hair was not as bad as being strapped to her foot for her morning run. Still, it was bad...

I was freezing, the leather cord that was tied about me doing little to provide me any warmth against the chilly winter air. I was naked underneath, and shivering wildly as she ran, adding to the cold with the breeze she stirred. My tiny cock continued to poke through the leather bindings and it was hurting in the frigid air, burning and numb despite my erection.

The Giantess ran hard, and my body bounced along, thumping with every step that she took. She started to perspire soon enough despite the cold, and the pleasing odors of her shampoo and body wash were swiftly replaced by the harsher scent of sweat as the dampness washed over me. I was breathing hard, and every breath was painful as the teeth of the butterfly clip pressed into me, constricting not only my movement but every breath I took. Little puffs of vapor escaped my lips, through chattering teeth. My lings burned and the cold seared my throat.

I could hear her music blasting from the ear buds of her I-Pod and knew that she would not hear me if I pleaded for release, or even leniency. She did not care, so intent on her run. I was simply another bangle to her now, an accessory to her wardrobe.

Her run took her along a woodland that I had seen through the back glass doors of her home the day before. We passed other houses along the route, most of which were set back with long driveways, the properties either walled or gated. Cars passed by oblivious of me and my plight, people going about their lives as the world turned without me.

After some time we reached a point where Jane stopped. Still, as her head shifted, I kept moving. I cringed as her gigantic hands came into view, her fingers pulling the ear buds free, then dropping out of sight once again.

"Still with me, pet?" she asked and I could hear the amusement in her voice. Her head tilted back then, causing me to dangle in the slick, damp hair of her ponytail. I heard her drinking, and felt every swallow as a shiver ran through me. I licked my lips, parched and dehydrated from the cold, craving water myself. She ignored my needs of course and I felt more than saw as she replaced the plastic bottle into her belt pouch.

I heard a series of quick loud beeps then, and the oddly magnified sound of a phone's dial tone connecting as her hand went to her ear again...

"I'm half way," she said without greeting or preamble. "Draw a bath and make it hot. And brandy." I heard the muffled response and then the telltale click as Jane snapped her cell phone shut without a good bye. She had apparently called her butler with instructions.

She shifted her body a bit, her arms moving as she clipped her cell back into place, then replaced the ear buds to her ears. And soon we were under way again...

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I was fading in and out when we finally returned to the warmth of the Giantess' home. I was numb all over and shivering uncontrollably. I could not feel my cock or my toes and feared that I had frost bite. I wondered if my resilient little body would compensate. I recalled Monique mentioning to Jane that the smaller I got, the tougher I became. I hoped that she was right.

There was a fire blazing in the hearth as the Giantess walked into her living room. It was warm within, as she began to remove her gear; cell, keys, I-Pod and belt. Once the material things were removed, her smooth hand swooped up to envelope me.

I opened my mouth to scream as I was enclosed in the chill darkness of her hand. I felt the pressure on my chest ease just a bit as she squeezed the butterfly clip and freed it from her hair. She quickly removed the tension however and let it close about me again. I winced as it pinched closed about me once more, tears welling as she brought me about in the palm of her hand and looked down on me.

She smiled as she held me in the soft palm of her left hand. I was still shivering from the cold, and now from fear as her right hand appeared, her index finger extended, its huge, sharp nail scratching at my engorged and frozen cock.

I jerked at her touch and she laughed, pressing on my member and separating the cords enough so that my balls popped out as well. She jabbed at my miniscule genitals over and over, making me writhe as sensation returned like red hot needles piercing my skin all over my body.

"Blue balls," she mused, chewing her lower lip as her finger probed mercilessly. I bucked and moaned through chattering teeth. "Cold, little one?" she asked, but continued before I could answer. "I'll bet. Not to worry. I have just the thing to warm us both up."

With that she simply pulled her finger away and cupped my tiny body in hand. The world dropped away as she lowered me, her arm swinging as she strode elsewhere in her home.

My stomach roiled with the movement, and the pain in my groin intensified as she had brought me right to the brink again before pulling away. I ached, physically and mentally. My emotions were a storm, flashing bright one moment then leaden gray the next as I squirmed in her grip, humping her hand and trying to get off.

The Giantess sensed what I was up to and adjusted her grip, her thumb and index finger pressing into my sides so that my cock bobbed free and frictionless. I moaned and whimpered in frustration, still cold and so helpless.

Jane simply chuckled and moved on...

TWENTY-SEVEN

I dangled helplessly at the end of my tethers. The leather cord that had become my permanent collar apparently had multi-uses, from a mummifying wrap, to a simple leash, to a pendulum-like form of bondage. Each was equally frustrating as it was humiliating...

I hung over the porcelain edge of the huge bathtub/jacuzzi in the Giantess' master bath. My arms were stretched above my head, reaching for the slick tiled ceiling as my wrists were bound in the long leather cord that had become my new best friend. The cord was then draped over the shower curtain rod far overhead, then drawn down and tied off to the tub's faucet with a simple slip-knot looped over the knob. My body spun and swayed at the end of the cord, the knots binding my crossed wrists too tight to dislodge. I kicked and shivered, which did nothing more than set my body to spinning more swiftly. To me the edge of the white tub was some thirty feet at least...

Above me, my captress towered. The Giantess, Jane had been in the act of undressing for several minutes now, after first unwrapping me from my mummified state and then binding me to dangle above the bathtub. She was taking her time, examining her body and enjoying the steamy warmth of the bath that almost boiled beneath me. The room was hot, and we were both sweating, but for some reason I was still shivering madly. Fear? I don't know, but I felt strange.

I craned my neck to gaze up the long, lean body of my owner. My cock was rigid and dripping as usual as I looked at her; her beauty and grace and dominance. She seemed so sure and certain in everything that she did. So powerful, and cruel to me, yet I also sensed that she cared, which made my head spin. She kept me around for her pleasure and amusement, an exciting new toy for her to play with.

I stared at her, her strong thighs just about at my eye-level from where I hung suspended. Her skin was smooth and milky, pale from winter's dim but so appealing. Her legs were strong; a runner's legs, and she was athletic, her body fantastic and perfect as I gazed skyward. Her ass was round and firm, barely held in check by the thin black lace panties she wore. She had stripped of shoes and socks first after returning home from her run. Next had come her lycra shorts, peeled off of her hips and legs and cast aside to the floor.

She had let me savor her essence for a bit, slipping my bound two-inch body deeply into the toe of one of her mesh running shoes, then stuffing her shorts into the opening while she made natural use of the facilities. I was not imprisoned within the shoe for too long, but long enough. Jane had worked up a sweat during her long, hard run, and the effects had dripped down and lingered in the shoe's sole and material, as well as her shorts. I was gagging in the humid enclosure soon enough, smelling her more basic scents and begging for release. My rigid cock betrayed me however when she once more removed me from the shoe. She had laughed and bound me anew...

She stood now looking into the huge mirror that took up the wall before her. Her left hand played lightly over her trim stomach, fingers tickling and brushing the skin, while the right played equally about her breasts and nipples. I squirmed as her fingers drifted, rolling and caressing, pinching, all the while her face drifting through emotions, her tongue poking out occasionally as her body seemed to shudder.

I saw the fingers of her left hand dip down into her panties while the right slid the sports bra further up and off of her breasts. My cock waved as I spun, my head twisting to watch.

Her eyelids were drooping as her full lips parted. I could hear her gasping, her breath coming in staccato bursts as her hand slipped deeper, her fingers probing that moist area between her legs. Her huge body swayed, and she stepped to compensate. I saw her dark nipples were rigid and long-

"Oh..." she gasped, her eyes closing as her fingers danced. Her skin was shining, a sheen of perspiration and steam making her all the more attractive. Her damp hair turned kinky in the humidity, brushing her shoulders and flipping in rhythm to the turns of her head. "Oh..."

"Ahhh!"

I stared, mesmerized as Jane's right hand shot out, her palm slapping against the tiled wall to steady herself. Her left hand slowed to a smooth rubbing that seemed to calm her, her own caresses making her full and bringing her off. I was writhing at the end of my bonds, wanting my own relief.

Jane must have seen the movement as she finally turned towards me and grinned sleepily. "You liked that, baby?"

I nodded vigorously, my own desire for satisfaction blinding me to the fact that I was her prisoner and slave.

"I can see that you did," she mused, looking at my raging hard-on. "Don't worry," she cooed, turning back to the mirror and wiping away the condensation with the flat of her right hand- the left still occupied. "Your turn will come. Just say the word."

"Please," I gasped, my body bucking and thrusting against empty air.

"Please what?" she asked, cocking her head and removing her earrings, left and right. She set the tiny studs on the mirror's counter, then slowly pulled her sports bra the rest of the way over her head. I watched in awe, trying to ignore the question. I knew what she wanted me to say.

I would not acknowledge her. I was still a man!

"Fine," she said and leaned in. In a flash her hand wrapped about me, her fingers closing tight and giving me a hard enough squeeze to make me scream. Then she drew me back, arching my line and simply let me go...

I screamed again, or continued as I swung, my arms aching with the force of gravity as the far wall sped towards me. I slammed hard and bounced away in the space of a heartbeat, my captive, tiny body swinging back the way it had come...

Spinning...

Aching...

I reached the new apex and swung back...

Again and again and again...

The Giantess had vanished momentarily as I swung, helplessly kicking and screaming, flailing in my bindings. When she returned I saw (in a spinning dream) that she was naked. She dropped a fluffy terrycloth towel onto the toilet seat and laughed as she stepped past me and into the warm, soapy, fragrant waters of the bathtub, settling down to enjoy her bath...

TWENTY-EIGHT

The Giantess Jane purred as she eased her gigantic body into the steamy bubbly water. Her skin, creamy smooth was already glistening from her morning run and the heated air, but now it took on a truly exotic radiance, turning towards pink as she sank against the back wall.

"Ahhh..." she cooed, her eyes closing in pleasure her full lips pursing. She remained thus for what had to be several minutes simply luxuriating in her quiet bath.

And I was forced to simply dangle and watch. The arc of my swinging eventually slowed to nothing leaving me turning round and back again, over and over. My wrists were soon burning with the relative agony of supporting my weight. Before long my arms were growing numb and the pain spread, traveling to my shoulders. It felt as though my arms, my entire body had endured a session on a medieval rack. Something I would never share with my captress, she has enough cruel ideas of her own.

I was still slowly twirling, my head hung in defeat, exhausted, aching and sickly for some reason when I heard the Giantess stir. My back was to her when I heard her giggle and a moment later I felt a stabbing prod from her sharp finger nail in my bare ass causing me to start swinging again. I gasped in surprise and that quickly changed to tearful whimpers of pain as new agony shot through my tortured arms. Jane just laughed.

"What a wonderful sight to wake up to," she said when her amusement calmed a bit. I felt her warm, minty breath roil about me, adding to my momentum.

Once I was swinging sufficiently for her pleasure again, Jane went about the sensual task of actually bathing. I watched in helpless fascination as she lathered soap into a wash cloth and then began to slowly pass that about her body. Her dark eyes were sparkling, watching me every time I spun about to face her again. The whole show was so erotic, and she was gorgeous. My cock was hard as a rock and dripping despite my pain. I stared lustfully as she swirled the cloth about her breasts and I saw that her dark nipples were as erect as my penis only they were larger. My eyes went wide with awe as her huge leg rose out of the soapy water like some massive sea serpent. She laughed to see my expression and flicked me in the dick with a 'SNAP'. She laughed all the harder as I kicked and screamed in new pain, bobbing and dancing at the end of my tether.

The Giantess was wiping tears from her eyes when we both heard a light rapping on the door.

"Yes?" Jane asked with some annoyance in her tone. A soft male voice replied tentatively...

"Your brandy, Ma’am."

Oh god...

It was the butler.

TWENTY-NINE

Futilely I squirmed and twisted, dangling at the end of the leather cord draped casually over the shower curtain rod, my arms stretched above me and crossed at the wrists, bound by the leather. My frantic kicking and struggling simply tightened the bindings, both about my wrists and neck as the cord was also knotted about my throat like a collar. But I could not help it. I was panicking, watching as the bathroom door swung open at the Giantess Jane's command, a massive slice of the wall swinging inward...

I burned with humiliation as the giant stepped into the bathroom, looking all prim and proper in a black vest, tight slacks and patent leather shoes. He was older than I was, in his thirties I imagined, with olive Mediterranean skin tones, a Euro-Latino, and handsome as men go. Greek maybe, or Spanish. He was huge to me, and muscular with kinky black hair that was tied back in a stubby tail and dark eyes that seemed to spark with an inner fire when he saw me hanging there helplessly. He licked his lips, then looked to his employer.

"Your brandy, Ma'am," he said bowing slightly at the waist and extending a silver platter that held a snifter of warmed brandy. I watched as I spun, finally the Giantess coming into view again as she languidly extended an arm and slipped her delicate fingers about the stem of the huge goblet, lifting it from the tray. Her eyes were on her butler- Anthony- watching him watching me and a cruel smile curled her full, pale lips.

"You like my little pet, Anthony?" she asked, taking a shallow sip of the liquor.

"Yes, Ma'am," Anthony replied, sliding the tray under his arm. he licked his lips again, cleared his throat. "He's... He's beautiful."

Jane grinned at that, looking at me and I shivered as I saw the evil thoughts that were no doubt racing through her head reflecting in her eyes. "You wish to touch him, Anthony? Play with him?"

"Oh no, Ma'am," he said after a stuttering instant. "He is your pet. I couldn't..."

"You did before," the Giantess grinned, sipping at her drink again. "Snuck into my room and stole my boots for a little late night excitement. And you found the prize, like in a box of Cracker Jacks. You enjoyed my toy then with no problem."

"Forgive me, Madam," Anthony said as he dropped to his knees, pleading. "I was overcome... Wasn't expecting... " He glanced at me.

"Shhh," Jane soothed. "It's all right." She chuckled, swirling the brandy in the snifter as she looked between her butler and I. "In fact, I rather enjoyed it- fantasizing what you did to my little pet. Got me all hot and wet just thinking of him at your mercy, knowing what you did. And I DO know what you did."

I saw the butler blush even deeper, realizing that he was undone. He did not seem to realize however that the Giantess seemed to approve...

"Would you like to touch him again?" the Giantess asked, watching her manservant intently. Anthony's head shot up instantly, his gave bouncing between his employer and me. After a moment he nodded vigorously.

"Yes, Ma'am!"

Jane smiled. "Good. Then do as I say and first unhook the leash from the faucet's knob."

Still on his knees the butler leaned forward and did as commanded, holding the long trailing end of my leash in his trembling left hand. I bobbed a bit, feeling the tightness of my bindings again.

"Hold him in your left hand and gather up the lead," she said. "You may fondle him if you like."

The butler's callused thumb immediately pressed down on my groin, eliciting a squeal of pain from the sudden pressure. His thumb slid swiftly back and forth, grinding on my enraged shaft as he reeled in the binding leather, looping it loosely in his right fist. I was squirming, caught between agony and ecstasy, the butler's rough touch driving me mad with lust.

"Now," the giantess continued, "I want his arms behind him. No! Don't untie him. Force his legs and that cute little ass through the loop of his bound arms. He can take it."

I writhed and cried as the butler grabbed my legs and squeezed my ankles together. He was leering as he stared at me, forcing my legs through the opening of my bound arms until my ass wedged against my wrists. Obeying orders he grinned and started shoving my ass. It hurt, and I knew that if I was normal that it would not have been possible, but tiny and changed, with some effort, Anthony forced my arms behind my back. I was crying from the hurt as he went back to fondling my engorged cock.

"Now take the lead and pull it forward between his legs. Harder! Make it tight, so it bites into his groin... good. Now run it to his chest and loop it about him, pinning his arms. Knot it behind... Good. Now run it down to his knees and do it again, and again to his ankles. Loop the cord BETWEEN his legs and ankles and pull it really tight, so he feels it."

I moaned as Anthony complied and the leather cord bit into my spongy flesh. He knotted the cord tightly, his fingers shaking throughout as he touched and fondled my helpless, tiny body. He did a good job considering that I was only two inches tall. When he finally finished as per the Giantess' instructions I was bound hand and foot; my wrists crossed behind me with a knotted loop about my chest, above my knees and around my ankles. I squirmed in his grip a bit, but I knew that I was totally helpless again... still.

"Very good Anthony," Jane said with praise. You've done well. Now drop him in the water please."

"Noooo..." I screamed as the butler did as ordered, reaching forward and simply- maybe regretfully- dropping me into the soapy water of the bathtub. I screamed again as I fell, but not from fear of drowning. No, I saw the Giantess as I fell, and in her hand was the Fazer!

"Thank you, Anthony. You're dismissed."

I heard that as my body slammed against the water flatly in a belly flop that sent a new burning sensation through me. I sank, struggling at my bonds, fearing what was going to happen-

And my world exploded in a blinding glare of white light and pain!

THIRTY

I screamed in agony, despite my situation, submerged in the murky waters of the Giantess Jane's bath tub. My eyes went wide as my oxygen went with my screams, a flurry of bubbles shooting towards the surface. My body was wracked by convulsions, my muscles contracting and cramping as the mysterious rays of the Fazer enveloped me. My head began to pound and my stomach roiled as my body began to swell...

Nausea overwhelmed me as my body seemed to bloat. I remembered that my growing and shrinking was the result of the liquids in my body being taken away or replaced. I could not imagine what was happening to me fully submerged as I was, but it felt as though I had swallowed gallons of water in an instant. I moaned and hacked as my tiny, helpless body jerked and jumped as it began expanding. The Giantess had decided to grow me again, for whatever evil intent I had no idea.

My eyes were wide with the pain as I started to float towards the surface again. I could see the shadowy form of the Giantess' legs to either side of me as I rose, like undersea mountains in the distance. I swirled and twisted, kicking slightly until I finally broke surface.

I gasped precious air, immediately regretting it as I sputtered and coughed sour water from my lungs. I squirmed as I hacked and gagged, trying to float and stay on my back, trying to keep my head up so as not to simply swallow more water in my struggles. My eyes were watering and stinging from the soap, but I could still make out the Giantess watching me, her dark eyes alight with mischief, her lips twisted in a cruel smile.

She was sitting a bit higher in the tub, still leaning against the back wall, but her massive breasts now loomed just above the water line. Her skin was glistening and I could smell the lavender of her soaps and bath oils. Her hair was a bit damp where it brushed her smooth shoulders, and her nails sparkled in the harsh glare of the overhead lights as she held her snifter of brandy. As I gasped again, my breathing finally coming under control I heard her chuckle.

"Now that's interesting," she purred, her voice sounding slightly curious. I wiggled as I felt her free left hand swoop up beneath me, cupping me in the soft, damp palm as the Giantess lifted me from the water. I squirmed a bit as Jane shifted me back and forth in her hand, examining me. I looked down my helplessly bound body and saw what intrigued her so suddenly.

She had grown me to probably 9 inches I imagined, judging my size against her hand and arm. But the strange thing was that suddenly I was fat! I could not see my legs as the drooped over the edge of the giant hand, but my belly was wide and bloated, as were my breasts. I could just make out the head of my engorged cock poking up above the horizon of my huge, round belly. Jane's chuckle became a laugh as her pinky snaked up about my bound legs, her nail flicking my traitorous, flag pole penis. I whined with the sharp pain, wriggling in her hand as she considered...

"Must have been the water," she mused, taking another sip of brandy before setting the snifter out of sight beyond the pristine white wall of the tub. "The Fazer made you big again- well, bigger- but I think because you were under the water that you took in more hydration than normal. Made you fat, pet, like a little stuffed pig all bound up and ready for the oven." Jane laughed as her thumb and fingers came about my body, her grip tightening as she rubbed me, her fingers lightly flickering over my nipples and belly, tickling and driving me wild. I could feel my cock straining, ready to explode...

And she stopped.

"I'll have to call Monique and tell her what I've discovered," she said watching me writhe with frustration. She saw that I was squirming to rub against her hand but she easily held me in place, my cock rigidly pointing skyward. "But later for that, eh Toy? We have more important things to do at the moment."

"Please..." I whined, though not really certain just what I was pleading for. Release in one form or another; either untie me or get me off. I felt ready to explode. "Please..." I repeated, but Jane just grinned.

"You know what I want, piggy," she said raising her eyebrow and waiting, her smile wicked. She wanted me to call her Goddess, to acknowledge that I was nothing without her. That I was as she called me; a toy, a pet, not even a human being any longer. But I was still a man despite my size, despite what she did to me and I would be damned before I broke.

"No - " I started to say, but Jane's right hand flashed back over the wall of the tub and to my face. I started to scream, my mouth stretching wide as I thought she was going to hit me. Instead I saw that she had something spherical and purple held between her thumb and forefinger, and before I could react she had jammed it into my gaping mouth.

My mouth stretched to its limits, jaws aching as the thing lodged there. I gagged first, then moaned as I strained my tongue, pushing at the huge ball wedged between my lips, held in place by my teeth. I smelled lilac, and tasted soap. It was a bath oil bead!

"You won't say what I want, then say nothing, toy. Be a good little wooden soldier now, and stand at attention." Jane's right hand wrapped tightly about my lower legs and with no effort she picked me up. Her smile grew as I tried to stand straight, managing as she had my knees well within her fist. She squeezed her hand, giggling as I winced, sucking in air through my nose. "That's better."

Suddenly she dipped me down, plunging me under the warm water. I started to scream, but cut myself off and held my breath as she waved me about between her legs like a toy fish or submarine, or...

I quailed as I suddenly realized what she was about. I stared in wide-eyed horror as a dark swirling patch of hair grew larger with my approach. There was a shadowy motion and I saw Jane's left hand dip into my path, her huge fingers stretching wide to reveal the gaping pink cavern that was her pussy. The flesh seemed to ripple and quiver as her fingers created an arch that I would pass through...

And did. The Giantess Jane rammed me home and even bound and held I could feel her body shift about me as I penetrated her womanhood. I felt a rising sensation as she shoved me in, she lifting with the sensation. I heard a low, far away rumble, like thunder miles distant as her hand continued to press me in, twisting slightly to make me rotate.

It was warm within her mound; 98 odd degrees I imagined, and humid. The walls of flesh that encompassed me were slick and moist and alive with a throbbing sensation. I could feel the line on my body where Jane stopped pushing, just below my belly. She held me, and I could feel her fingers turning me, twisting at my legs as she eased me back a bit, and then in again. Over and over, forever twisting and rotating in the soft, moist flesh, she would not slip my dick inside quite yet.

The thunder continued to roll, and I realized that it was Jane's moans of pleasure vibrating and echoing somehow down through her body. Too, I could hear the distant tha-thump of her heart, beating quickly but steadily with her mounting excitement. I could feel the heat rising, and the walls of my fleshy prison getting wetter as she inched me in and out-

She rammed me deep suddenly, my head thumping against some barrier. I was jerked back as swiftly, then shoved deep again, my head slamming. My body twisted helplessly as she ground me in, thrashing and squirming as I struggled. Her voice boomed with her cries as my writhing apparently added to her pleasure.

She yanked back again, and again rammed me home!

And again...

And again...

Hot, sweet nectar gushed over me as I was repeatedly shoved deeper and deeper. I felt the Giantess shift, her pussy clenching, strong muscles biting into me and clamping down. Her screams exploded, but I felt the massive shiver more than heard as Jane reached orgasm. But unknown to her, gripped like a vice within her pussy, my penis exploded as well, at last.

I thrashed about as best I could, trying to arch my back and squirm with my own orgasm. My body shuddered, my tiny spirts of jism rocketing from my abused penis, mixing with the rivers of Jane's own juices that were still free flowing. I bit down and the bath oil bead exploded in my mouth as well, gushing liquid soap that erupted into Jane's womanhood as well as my mouth. I gagged as I inadvertently swallowed the bitter mixture, my body involuntarily gasping after my climax.

I was drowning I realized, and panic started to set, making me thrash about again. I do not know how long I had been without a breath, submerged under the bathtub's water and stuffed to the ankles inside the Giantess' cunt. But now I was aware and suddenly the world was starting to swirl and flake away in chips of peeling gray...

And suddenly I was flying backwards. I felt the sharp bite of the leather cord binding my ankles as I shot out of Giantess Jane's pussy, then through the murky, soapy water. I broke the surface and felt a sudden chill as I gasped in great lungfuls of air. My body bobbed and swung like a clock's pendulum as Jane dangled me above the water. I did not care.

I breathed deeply of sweet oxygen as I swung and dripped. My skin was slick and sticky and smelling of flowers and female but again, I did not care. I had survived again.

I was alive...

THIRTY-ONE

I looked at the Giantess as my bound body swung and twirled, hanging upside down at the end of the long leather cord that was perpetually wrapped about me in one way or another. She was smiling at me, her eyelids drooping as she longed back against the far wall of the tub looking satisfied, and glowing just a bit. She smirked and flicked her fingers, making me bob and dance at the end of my tethers.

"That was good," she cooed, casually setting me to swing from side to side with the slightest twitch of her fingers. "See, you do have a purpose."

The giantess laughed and dropped me back into the water. I shot straight down below the surface, my head thunking off the bottom of the tub before I floated back to the top. I broke surface, gagging and gasping again as my bound body settled on the water's surface. I was buoyant and bloated after my last encounter with the Fazer, fat, and I floated easily. The hard part was staying face up, but with some floundering I managed.

I lay there, floating in the water, my tiny cock already standing at attention and starting to grow again as I saw Jane rise from the water. Her long, statuesque body just kept rising higher and higher, her skin glistening in the harsh bathroom light, dripping water as she rose to her full height of 5'5"- 50 feet at least to me!

I watched and stared up her body as she wiped away at the excess water, running her soft hands back through her damp, shoulder length hair. She stared back at me, her face in shadows, her body almost silhouetted by the glare of the overhead light as she loomed, looking down past her full breasts at my tiny, simpering form flopping about in the water. She was beautiful, her legs long and lean, her stomach taut, her form curving in just the right places. Despite myself, I felt my hard on growing, my penis thickening and starting to drip.

"Is that for me?" she asked, giggling as she brushed her hair back behind her ears. her grin was wide as she started to churn the water with the simple kicking of her leg. I bobbed and rolled as waves roiled past, sputtering as I turned and floundered.

"Ill be back soon," she said as she stepped out of the tub and pulled a terrycloth robe from the back hook on the door. She slipped her arms into the voluminous sleeves, gathered the placate and belted the thigh length baby blue robe. I saw her look down and her legs moved; I assumed she was stepping into slippers. You enjoy your quiet time," she said as she leaned down, one hand resting ion the tub's edge as the other dipped below the water...

I heard a thump and saw the drain plug in her hand as she stood again. My eyes went wide as panic swept over me. I remembered the open grill at the tub's drain from our shower before.

"Calm down," she said with a smirk as she set the plug aside. "You're too fat to go down the drain, piggy. Just relax and enjoy your free time. you made me happy, so I'll give you a few minutes."

I stared as Jane glanced in the huge mirror, then turned on her heel and left the room. I heard her voice a few minutes later, but too far away to really hear what she was saying. besides, I was too worried. My tiny body was starting to spin in the whirlpool over the drain, and I could see the water level sinking lower and lower.

It took about ten minutes before the last of the water trickled away. I was left lying in the bottom of the tub in the slimy residue of soap and shampoo, over the open drain. Jane was right in that I was too fat to get sucked into the pipes, but still I worried a bit until I thumped up against the metal rim. I lay there dripping and breathing hard for another few minutes, before I saw the door swing open again.

It was Anthony...

He stepped into the bathroom, looking about, his eyes finally locking on me. he was still dressed in his butler's uniform; black slacks and vest with a white pressed shirt. His kinky, greasy black hair was loose now, gathering in clumps about his shoulders, hanging down as he came to the tub's edge and stared down at me with a wide grin on his lips.

"Hello, toy," he said, his grin growing wider. "Mistress Jane certainly does leave a mess," he said, kneeling down and reaching into the tub to scoop me up in his rough, callused hand. "But it's my job to clean up, and that's why I get paid the big bucks." He chuckled as though he was the first person to make that joke.

He held me up before him, my bloated body squirming in his loose grip, flushing red at his scrutiny. I could see the lust sparkling in his eyes as he licked his lips, raping me with his gaze. Had I been normal sized I'm sure that he would have taken me then and there, and in some ways I think that might have been better- get it over with.

Instead, his thumb rolled over my body feeling rough and callused as he felt me up. His fingers massaged my sides, squeezing as his thumb made small circles, rubbing my belly, pressing on my nipples and flicking at my penis. He scratched my balls, grinning widely as he pressed, making me moan and writhe in pain. All the while my dick betrayed me, growing larger and longer, springing out at his unwanted touch.

"Noooo..." I cried, shaking my head from side to side. There were tears in my eyes as he leaned closer, rising me up to meet his lips. I saw his tongue snake out of his mouth, huge and red, dripping as it probed, finally brushing along the tip of my cock. I shivered at its hot moist flesh, thrashing as Anthony licked the length of my quivering shaft, under my balls.

"Shhh," he whispered, licking his lips before continuing. I felt his fingers close tighter to hold me still as his tongue laved the length of my body. I tried to cry out and his finger crooked over my face, pressing over my mouth to stifle my whining as his lips pursed and took in my cock.

He sucked, the tip of his tongue flicking my dripping penis. I gasped into the flesh of his finger as I felt his teeth biting down, just enough to elicit a tiny cry of pain stirred more by fear than hurt. And that made my cock pulse all the more.

I was throbbing now, and my moans of torture were now whimpers of pleasure as I felt another load of sperm boiling to explode from my dick. I tensed, trying to thrust against his huge lips...

And he pulled away, laughing.

Anthony eased his grip, chuckling as I rolled about in the palm of his hand, trying to hump against his skin, his thumb, whatever friction that I could find. He toyed with me a bit, chuckling at my near-crazed antics, listening to me grunt and beg before finally tipping me casually from his hand.

I screamed as I started to fall, then cried out as my fall jerked short and pain burned in my ankles and legs. He had caught up the trailing lead of my leash, once again letting me dangle and bob at its length. He stood letting me twist and sway helplessly.

"Madam would not be happy if I make you come again, I don't think," he said as he glanced about the room, looking for a place to hang me I imagined. "Ah," he said with a grin and stepped over and up onto the toilet.

The butler reached up and secured the end of my lead to a small hook in the ceiling, apparently there for a potted plant that was missing at the moment, but also conveniently placed for my continuing torture. Once looped about the hook, Anthony played out the leather letting me dangle as he stepped back down to the floor. He opened the toilet, lifting the lid and let me plunge inside.

My eyes went wide as my head dipped into the chilly water in the toilet bowl. I gagged and sputtered, arching my back to get my face up and out of the standing water and I saw Anthony looming above me, watching. He had tied off my leash just long enough that I would continually have to arch my back or bend my legs to keep my head up and out of the water.

"Please," I pleaded. It was too much. He simply laughed and flicked the cord, making me swing and bob in the water.

"Quiet, little toy. I have work to do now."

And with that he simply turned away, ignoring me as he got down on his knees and started to scrub out the bath tub, leaving me to fend for myself in my misery.

THIRTY-TWO

I spent the next several minutes just trying to breathe. I bobbed and twisted, arching my body and back to get my head out of the toilet's water, and I could for a time. I was not in the shape to stay in any kind of odd position however, and eventually I started to ache and had to dip into the water again, only to struggle and splutter and arch out once more.

I writhed at the end of my tethers, aching and sore, but my tiny voice went unnoticed or ignored as Anthony the butler simply went about his duties. I could hear him humming as he scrubbed out the bathtub, his sing-song voice echoing oddly in the toilet bowl. I some point later I saw his form flit through my peripheral vision as he picked up the bathroom, straightening things. It went on for some time- agonizing to me- but eventually he was looming over the toilet again, I saw as I came up for air.

"This is just too good to pass up," he said, and my eyes went wide as I saw his hands move to his crotch, fiddling with his fly. In a moment he had his massive and long cock out, hovering over me as he held it in hand. I looked up and gasped, both at the size and realizing what was coming.

"No..." I whined even as the steaming yellow stream of his urine came raining down on me like water from a fire hose. My body, dangling helplessly, swung and bounced at the pressure of his stream. I was gagging at the taste and scent as his piss inundated my every fiber, soaking me with what seemed the foulest liquid that I had ever encountered.

Anthony laughed as he sprayed me, taking great delight as he directed his stream to get me swinging about the confines of the toilet. I spluttered and hacked, feeling sick at this latest degradation, but there was nothing that I could do but endure. I was too tightly bound. It went on for awhile...

And then, little by little, it was over. His stream turned into a trickle, then into a drip. I was hacking and coughing as I saw him slip his cock back into his trousers and zip up his fly. He was grinning widely.

"You are so hot," Anthony said, "and so much fun, little toy. I will thank Mistress Jane for letting me play with you." He grinned, started to turn-

"She likes me best, you know."

And then he was gone, and I went back to dangling and dripping urine...

---

I don't know how much time passed. I could just see the glow of light coming through the bathroom window and figured maybe it was afternoon when I finally heard the Giantess' voice as she moved about in the hallway beyond the closed door. I could not understand what she was saying, but she seemed to be near the door, and a couple of times I heard the latch rattle.

Jane opened the door with her cell phone cocked to her ear. swinging the door wide she did not see me at first and stepped into the bathroom, posing almost as she continued the conversation...

"Yes... No I'm almost ready. Fifteen minutes maybe and I'll be on my way... Well tell Suzi to wait. She'll love it, I swear. Yes. Love... love... Love... Okay, see you soon. Bye."

Jane clicked her Blackberry Curve off and slipped it into the case dangling from her wide black leather belt. She looked gorgeous, dressed in a pleated black skirt that fell to mid-thigh and showed off her well-toned legs, and a gray and white striped tank top under a short black fashionable blazer. Her hair was brushed out and touched lightly at her shoulders. She had on a silver pair of hoop earrings and a silver necklace as well as a bangle bracelet that coiled about her right forearm like a snake. So hot, I felt my cock going rigid again.

She looked about the room, first into the tub, then finally noticed my cord hanging and followed its length to find me dangling in the toilet. She burst out laughing.

"Oh, god," she said breathlessly after a bit, wiping tears from her eyes. "You are priceless, toy. Did Anthony do this to you, precious?"

I writhed and struggled helplessly, not even answering. Damn her! How could she do this to me- to another human being? I'm a man dammit...

Jane just started laughing again at my outburst. "We'll be leaving soon, toy," she said as she hovered over the toilet. looking down on me. "Wanna go a ride in the car?" she asked, like I was a dog. She turned about, her back to me as she hitched at her skirt.

"First things first, though..."

I stared in awe as the Giantess pulled down her skirt, and then her panties, exposing her magnificent and perfect ass to me. I was stunned and speechless, and did not even scream as she lowered her perfect ass onto the toilet seat without a bit of hesitation.

I was suddenly in the dark, just a thin shaft of light beaming down from between her legs. I struggled again, shouting and begging as I knew what was coming. The Giantess Jane ignored me, if she heard my tiny protests.

She peed on me...

THIRTY-THREE

Jane stood and hiked up her panties and skirt. I was blushing red and embarrassed, dripping wet as she turned about and without a second thought, hit the plunger to flush the toilet. I spun about for a moment until the water line dropped, but then I twirled, dangling at the end of my lead.

I squirmed as the Giantess sorted herself, leaning into the bathroom mirror to correct her makeup, totally ignoring me dangling head first in the toilet for some time. Finally she smiled and glanced in my direction...

"Guess I better get you ready."

Jane crooked a finger about my leather cord and pulled me clear of the toilet bowl. I bobbed and dangled as she lowered the seat, then stepped up swiftly to draw the loop of my lead from the hook in the ceiling. I hit the floor at her booted foot with a 'huff' and laid there as she looped the long leather cord loosely about her fist. When she had it to the length she wanted, she gave a jerk and I tumbled along...

You walk back to your bedroom, not thinking twice as you drag me behind. I bounce along the carpeting, being dragged. My skin scars with rug burn and I whimper but you ignore me, flexing your arm and drawing me up in a heave to flop on top of your bedspread.

"We're going out, pet," you say as you lean in, your breasts looming above me. My eyes go wide as you slip the little noose of my collar from around my neck and undo my bonds. I sprawl on your bedspread, free of my fetters for the first time in days and look up in terror, wondering what is coming. I know that it can't be good. I see you have the Fazer in hand.

"I need you smaller though." And without a second thought Jane zapped me with the Fazer!

I felt the familiar feeling; like a sledge hammer slamming into my stomach. My body curled up in agony, contorting as my muscles contracted, while my body dispelled its excess liquids. I started to sweat buckets and vomited. Worse, this time my cock sprayed urine as my bowels emptied. I was bloated from the last change, and Jane was now shrinking me and all that extra water had to come out.

I was lying in a damp spot on her bed, my head spinning wildly as the sweat on my body finally started to evaporate. My body was dripping and I realized as my senses returned that I was smaller by half at least.

I saw the giantess moving about the room, ignoring me as she primped at her mirror and dropped items into her large leather bag. She tossed the bag onto the bed finally and glanced at me, saw that I was awake and coherent again- more or less.

"Oh good," she said as she grabbed something off of the dresser and then sat on the edge of the bed. her hand reached out and she casually used a finger to flip me onto my back. I sprawled for her, still too weak to fight back as she held a tiny strip of canvas up. It was a pale green and had a plastic clip on both ends, with a large, box-like device about midway that had two metal prongs sticking out. It did not look good.

"Jean Marie made this up special, just for you," she said as she leaned in and pressed the rough material across my belly. Her fingers slipped the canvas and plastic under me and I heard a 'click' as it snapped in place. Jane smiled and stood tall at the foot of the bed, looking down at me. I saw she had a slim remote in her hand.

"It's a shock collar, pet," she cooed, and I licked my lips as I saw her thumb gliding over the dial that controlled the intensity. "Usually used on bigger dogs, or unruly dogs, or dogs that are being specifically trained for guarding or whatever." She wrinkled her nose as she considered the device in hand. "I don't like to abuse dogs like this," she said, her frown twisting into a smirk, "you on the other hand..."

Jane pointed the remote and my stomach erupted in a blazing agony that set me to thrashing on the bed. I bucked and screamed as the metal prods poking into my belly went electric, stabbing into me with unadulterated force.

I saw Jane smiling, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips as the world went gray...

Then black.

THIRTY-FOUR

I woke to darkness and the familiar scent of leather, not unpleasant, but overwhelming. It took me a moment to get my bearings, my eyesight adjusting to the dim and strange surroundings as much as they would. I did not rush. I hurt too bad.

My stomach ached, and as I went to touch it, to rub it my hand encountered the canvas belt that was wrapped tightly about my midsection and fastened behind my back with the big, interlocking clips. I felt too, the two metal prods that were poking into my belly, attached the box jutting out with a blinking red light atop it.

It was a shock collar. Made to control dogs in training, the one locked about my waist had been custom made by one of Giantess Jane's friends; Jean Marie if I remembered correctly- she who owned the Pet Shop. It fit snugly about my waist, and I knew even before I tried that I was not strong enough to open the plastic 'teeth' set in the small of my back.

I gripped the two prods that were poking my stomach, but they were wedged tight. I shuddered remembering the searing pain that had shot through them and into me, how long ago I had no idea. The giantess Jane had simply flicked her thumb and I was hit with excruciating pain, enough to knock me senseless and unconscious.

And I woke up here, lying in the bottom of Jane's purse...

I recognized the leather smell immediately, and as I lay there, started to see the familiar sights; her compact, brush, wallet, tissues the size of blankets and keys like swords and spears. It was dark, and looking up I could see that the zipper was closed overhead. I was locked in, but remarkably not bound. I did see the dental floss container not so far away, so the potential was there. It was warm and felt stiflingly enclosed.

As I lay there trying to get my head together, waiting fro the throbbing in my stomach to subside I took in my surroundings and listened. There was no movement that I could sense. We were not in the car traveling, though of course we could be sitting in it. Jane had said something about going for a ride, so I assumed we were wherever we were going.

I heard the soft strains of music seeping through the walls of the bag; violins- Beethoven maybe. Around that there were voices. I heard Jane occasionally, interacting with other, softer voices in the distance.

And I smelled food. A restaurant then, I imagined. She had been speaking with someone on the phone, saying she would be leaving soon. The Giantess Jane was having lunch with someone... somewhere-

I yelped as her bag shifted, a brief sensation of movement- then stopped again. My heart was hammering at the sudden shift, like a massive earthquake. I heard her voice-

"I promised you a surprise," she said, and I heard a horrible ripping sound as light flooded into my world. The zipper opened overhead, and a moment later her gigantic hand came swooping down like a bird of prey, snatching me from my reveries.

I screamed...

THIRTY-FIVE

I could see shadowy images of her, my mind racing to form an image to coincide with her gargantuan body. It was totally surreal, as she moved so fast to my miniscule senses, floating me through space and then setting me down in reality again. I was a bit taken aback, as I had expected to be tossed into my new scenario.

I stumbled, trying to find my balance again in a gigantic world that towered over me. I stood on a field of white, and at first I thought it to be a snowy field, but there was no chill. I rationalized that it was a tablecloth, thinking back that I figured I was in a restaurant. As I looked about, trying to focus I saw huge, crystalline goblets and wide white disks littered with great slashes of silver surrounding me. I staggered, trying to get my bearings and realized that I was on a tabletop, the finished dishes of lunch scattered about me. My stomach growled to see half-eaten bits of chicken and some type of fish, scattered vegetables on the over-sized plates.

I looked up and around, quailing at the enormity of my surroundings. The room itself was cavernous, and I could see mountains moving in human form in the hazy distance. The music I had heard before echoed relentlessly in the background as I slowly turned, taking in my environs.

I froze. My skin paled and my dick shriveled (for a moment) as I stared at the giant women that sat leering at me. There were two of them. The first beautiful with long, black hair cascading about her shoulders and wearing a revealing black top that could have been a dress as far as I could see. The other had shorter, blond hair that was kinky and well-trimmed up off of her shoulders. She wore a pink top, and was beautiful in her own right, though not as devastating as the other. Neither held a candle to Jane however.

I shivered as I looked up at them, they in turn staring down at me. both had looks of utter confusion on their smooth, white faces, their lips forming an 'O' as they blinked, wide-eyed. Both sets of dark eyes were riveted on me as I started to back away. Both blinked as I tripped and tumbled backwards, landing on the plate behind me in the midst of unfinished Linguine and Marinara sauce. I heard Jane giggle at my antics.

"My surprise," Jane said, her soft hand waving over my head. I figured, just checking my surroundings that I must be about 4" tall and totally helpless before Jane and the two women. The blond finally gasped, blinking, and I saw the dark haired woman lick her lips as she leaned a bit closer.

"What is it?" she asked, her finger inching towards me, hesitating at the last second with her long, sharp nail just millimeters from my chest. "It's alive," she whispered, her dark eyes sparkling with amusement.

I of course was hard as a rock...

Her finger shot forward and jabbed me in the chest, knocking me onto my ass on the plate of linguine. I struggled, sliding in the cold sauce as I tried to get back to my feet. I would not show weakness.

"It's adorable," the other one said. "So tiny..." Her breath was a throaty gasp, her voice a hushed whisper. The two were shocked to say the least, but like everyone seemed to take my tiny stature in stride. Why wouldn't anyone help me?

I clambered out of the plate, having had enough and uselessly made a dash for the edge of the table. I could feel their eyes on my ass as I skidded to a halt, looking down. It was like a precipice in the Swiss Alps, the snow white side of a mountain swooping down and away in the form of the table cloth's skirts. It was a long way down.

I hesitated and the electricity slammed me in the stomach again. Jane had activated the shock collar and I fell to my knees, clutching my stomach, screaming and writhing in agony...

THIRTY-SIX

The jolt of the shock collar strapped about my waist was not as great as before and only had me on my knees and writhing in agony as opposed to totally unconscious. It hurt regardless, and I clutched my stomach praying to whatever brittle, brass God might be listening to end my pain, though I was starting to realize that my life was in the hands of a Goddess instead.

I was hunched over, gasping deep breaths as I heard Jane's voice echoing on high...

"This is c; my little slave. He's not quite broken yet. Still has a bit of a rebellious streak, which is fun, really. It gives me a chance to put him in his place and test his limits. he will suffer for this, believe me."

I hung my head as a slight jolt shot through my belly again. I moaned, doubling over with the electricity, trying to no avail to pull the prods from my stomach. The shock collar was belted too tightly though, and I was at Jane's mercy.

Another hand swooped in and I gasped as a large nail flicked me in the side and sent me sprawling. I saw magenta as the nail flitted away, looking up to see the dark haired Giantess leaning in for a closer look...

"He's so cute," she said, her breath rolling over me in a gush of garlic and fish. overwhelming, I held back a gag as best I could, knowing that I would suffer otherwise. "Where did you get him?"

As the raven-haired Giantess scratched and probed with her nail, Jane explained how I was a gift from the local University; a test subject for the PHASE PROJECT given to her for 'field testing' such as it was. In reality I was a gift for her financial support from one of her followers. Jane showed her two friends the 'Fazer', but luckily for me declined to show it in action- at least for the time being.

"How can I get one?" the blond asked, her own hands reaching out now, wanting to fondle me. I looked up at Jane for rescue, but she simply smiled.

"That's why we're here," she said, and I saw her thumb sliding along the dial of the shock collar's remote, raising the charge between one and ten, up and down. "My contact at University will be here soon, and she will hopefully have a surprise or two. For now, enjoy my pet."

Jane leaned back in her chair and watched as the dark haired woman took me in hand and started to rub her thumb over my groin. I was writhing at her slightest touch, whimpering as her deep purple thumb nail dug into my chest as she pressed on my cock and balls.

"He's hot," the woman said as she dug her nail into my groin. "Is he hard all the time?"

"99%," Jane answered with a sly grin. "About the only time he's not is when he's thinking about escape. I can tell. And I put a stop to it. he won't acknowledge yet that he's mine. But he will. It's fun breaking him."

"I can imagine," the dark-haired woman said, rolling me about in her hand a final time before handing me off to the blond. She in turn wrapped me in her fist and held me up to her face.

"Is he house broke," she asked with a giggle, flexing her fingers as I squirmed and whined for release.

"Yes and no," Jane responded, sipping at a cup of coffee, leaning back and crossing her long, sexy legs. "He doesn't require much food or water, so he doesn't... excrete. When I change his size however, he does spew massive amounts of liquids; vomit, fecal waste, sweat. It's quite disgusting, but the amounts to me are so small that it is no big thing." The two friends laughed.

The blond opened her fist and dropped me onto the table again. I felt her finger slap me up on the ass as I staggered forward towards Jane. "Make him do something," the blond said and I saw the Giantess grin.

Jane placed her hand lightly on the tabletop, her fingers just touching the surface so that they were facing me. "Bow down and kiss my nails, toy!" she commanded. I stared at the five scarlet nails, like shields embedded in the ground, shining and reflecting my terror and hesitation. I licked my lips, not wanting to degrade myself and saw her other hand thumbing the shock remote. I dropped to my knees before her massive hand and started licking the huge nails. I heard giggles all around as I debased myself before my captress and her friends. I licked and kissed- kissed and licked until I heard a new voice that froze me in mid-lick...

"Monique!" the Giantess said as a new shadow fell across the table and me. I shivered in the dim, doom washing over me like a tidal wave, crushing and suffocating...

THIRTY-SEVEN

I glanced up, watching as Jane introduced the new addition to the quartet of Giantesses. It had been weeks I thought since I had last seen the woman that had changed me and made my life a living Hell. I realized though that only a few days had passed since the Giantess Jane had found me bound and squirming and stuffed into her Christmas stocking. My captress introduced her two friends; Suzi and Sharon (the blond), and then Monique as a scientist assistant working at the local university where they had made the Fazer and the Faze Chamber that had reduced me initially to a pathetic and helpless four-inches.

"Pleased to meet you both," Monique said with a beaming smile as she shed her long coat and scarf, taking the vacant seat. I saw that she had a large shoulder bag slung over the back of the chair as she sat, her dark eyes focusing on me with a sparkle of interest. "Hello, Curt," she said with a huge grin to see me naked and kissing Jane's fingernails.

"Call him c if you have to give him a name," Jane said with a smirk. "He's not a man anymore, and needs to remember that. I call him toy or pet usually, whatever fits the moment." Monique laughed at that, actually tittered.

"How cute," she said, her finger reaching out to stroke me. I slapped at her finger and stood, defiant. It was her fault that I was like this and I would be damned if I would just accept it. They did not understand. I shook a tiny, impotent fist at the giant Lab Student-

"Bitch!" I shouted, my voice squeaking. "Change me back!"

Lightning shot into my stomach and forced me to my knees. Again and I tumbled over onto my side. Again and I curled up in fetal position, crying as Jane zapped me over and over with the shock collar. Not enough to make me pass out, but enough to bring tears to my eyes and make me gasp for air. Enough to make me suffer.

"You do not speak to my friends like that ever, toy." She zapped me again and I was writhing on the table cloth. I could see the other giantesses watching with amusement, smiling while I suffered. She zapped me again and I screamed.

Jane eased off for a bit as A giant came into view. My eyes were full of tears and my head was spinning but he seemed probably the waiter as his form had an overtone of black. I focused, wiping at my eyes and saw that he was staring at me, squirming on the tabletop, his mouth hanging open in wonder.

"Help..." I moaned. "Help me..."

He heard, but I don't know if he understood as he blinked and stiffened and turned his attention to Monique. "Is Madame ready to order?" he asked, his eyes slanting my way.

"Definitely," Monique said and rattled off a salmon dish with creamed broccoli and a small salad. The waiter gave me a furtive glance, then turned his attention to Jane.

"More wine, Ma'am?"

"Champagne I think, Garson." Jane smiled. "And then a bit of privacy please."

"Of course."

The waiter turned stiffly on his heel and made towards the distant horizon of the cavernous restaurant. The giant women made small talk for a bit, getting Monique caught up. Jane reveled in some of our adventures over the time that she had received me until now, and her three friends paid rapt attention, smiling and laughing at my antics. Jane at one point emptied her wine glass and upended it over me, effectively trapping me and cutting off my hearing. I stared, standing tall with room to spare under glass as the women spoke...

I could only catch bits and pieces, but Monique explained about the experiment and the group of volunteers that had been whittled down to me and...

And...

God, I could not even remember the other poor soul's name; my fellow victim that had remained at University with Monique and the other sadistic scientists working on the Faze Experiment. I wondered what had happened to him, and if he was even still alive.

After a time the waiter brought Monique's dinner, and not long after the champagne in a bucket of ice. His eyes were on me as he worked the cork, easing it out with a slight 'pop', then pouring for the four Giantesses before leaving them alone again. Monique ate of her salmon, rolling her eyes at the taste as she spoke between bites...

"Jane's explained her idea to you, I'm sure, by now," she said, then taking a sip of water. "For a modest fee, you can own a 'tiny'," she continued, taking another bite of salmon. "For a bit more you can purchase a Fazer. We only have one more right now though, that I can offer. Jane has the second model, but as they are generic and work on all the altered humans, the University hasn't required many to be made. I have a tech geek working on more, on the side, but it takes time." Monique shrugged, taking the last bite of salmon and finishing her broccoli.

"We can buy a little man?" Suzi asked, licking her lips. Monique nodded.

"We have several now, and not just men. We've worked through the problems that we had in the beginning. Mortality is down 87%. More are surviving the alteration."

With that Monique shifted in her chair and unslung her bag from the back. She set it in her lap, opening the leather flap and unzipping the main compartment. She dipped her hand within, and withdrew what looked to be a small display case. She set it on the table and I stared. It was small; six-inches high and eight inches wide. I saw that it had four compartments, each less than two-inches, and each holding a tiny person like myself; naked and shrunk and terrified. There were two men and a woman.

"How much?" Sharon asked, leaning forward. "I want the woman." I saw the tiny female cringe in her glass cage as Sharon leaned closer.

"$25,000," Monique said without hesitation.

"And the Fazer?" Suzi asked.

"Bidding starts at $10,000," Monique said, smiling at Jane.

The Giantess Jane's friends were apparently wealthy. Neither batted an eye at dropping $25 K to buy a tiny, and Suzi ended up with the spare Fazer for half a million dollars, plus. Monique removed the two purchased little people from her case, handing the woman to Sharon and the man to Suzi, along with the Fazer. Even under glass I could hear their moaning and terrified whimpers as the huge women fondled their new toys.

"Business," Jane said, raising her glass of champagne and the other three women followed suit. They clinked glasses and drank...

THIRTY-EIGHT

As I stood helplessly trapped beneath the wine goblet I watched as the women played with their new 'toys'. They fondled the little pair of 'tinies' to their heart's content, oblivious, or at least uncaring as to their condition and shame.

The Giantess Suzi had hers pinned down to the tablecloth, holding her tiny man down with her long red fingernail pressed into his chest while she explored his tiny cock and balls with her free hand. I couldn't help but notice that he was sporting a raging hard on from the attention. He was squirming in apparent pleasure, forced as it was. If Suzi was anything like Jane, I doubted it would last long.

The other giantess was no less enthralled with her new charge. Sharon had the tiny woman cupped in the palm of her left hand while she eased her right pinky finger deeper and deeper between the woman's wide-spread legs. The tiny woman was writhing about as much as she was able, her body shuddering madly with orgasmic ecstasy. I could hear her high pitched squeals all the way across the table and through the crystalline wall of my glass prison.

Turning to look behind me I saw both Jane and Monique watching with rapt attention. Both giantesses were smiling widely, and Jane had that evil gleam in her dark eyes that I had come to know so well. I saw that Monique had pulled a slim necklace from her blouse and was rubbing the tiny charm between her huge thumb and forefinger absentmindedly as she watched the sexual tableau unfold.

I paled as her hand casually dropped away for a moment to pick up her champagne glass for a drink. I stared hard, my eyes wide to see that the charm was actually the poor soul (Eddie was his name I suddenly recalled), the other victim that was shrunk along with me- how long ago? An eternity it seemed. He was dangling, his arms flung out wide and stretching high. The final links of both ends of the fine silver chain about Monique's neck had been closed tightly about his wrists. He was less than an inch tall and seemed in a daze from whatever abuses he had suffered since we parted company. I could only imagine, having to deal with the entire staff of scientists back at the university lab experimenting on him where I only had Jane to debase and abuse me.

Why did I suddenly feel lucky?

My glass cage abruptly chimed, the ringing high and deafening. I clutched at my ears, wincing as I looked up and about and saw Jane's shield like crimson nail tapping on the crystal goblet. She grinned wickedly at my discomfort, then leaned close to Monique, whispering something. Monique smiled and reached for the case that contained the third tiny that she had brought with her.

She released the tiny little black man, which drew the attention of Suzi and Sharon, both of whom held their captives in hand to watch what was happening. I stared at the man too. He seemed familiar, vaguely- someone from school no doubt and probably an athlete from his well-toned and totally shaved body. Oddly he did not seem afraid to be encircled by the four giant women and actually seemed at ease as he looked around. He probably had no idea yet as to the hell his life had become.

I watched as Monique handed Suzi her new Fazer and directed the woman in adjusting the settings. The giantess nodded in understanding as she listened then, smiling, pointed the device at the tiny man and zapped him without a moment's hesitation.

It was bizarre watching as the man's body rippled and expanded and slowly grew. I had experienced the sensation first hand but had never actually seen it before. It seemed as though he were about to melt for a moment, then he blew up in stature like a molded balloon. For his part, the black merely staggered a bit and then swiftly recovered, suddenly two-inches taller. The same effect would have knocked me on my ass, if not unconscious.

Pain shot through my stomach as Jane fingered the remote to the shock collar wrapped about my waist. I cried out in agony once again as I dropped to my knees, then rolled to my side, writhing with the sensation, the pain and electricity making my teeth chatter. I felt a cool breeze then as she lifted away the glass and set it aside, leaving me exposed and rolling around on the soiled tablecloth. I could feel all eyes focused intently on me now, large and small. A hush had fallen over the group, waiting to see what Jane had planned.

"What's your name, little stud?" I heard Jane ask, addressing the black. I tried to focus, wondering what was going on.

"Donald," was his reply, not a quiver of fear in his voice. Was he enjoying all this? I looked at him and he was standing almost cockily, looking up at the Giantess Jane.

"Well, Donald," Jane continued after a moment, sounding thoroughly amused with the situation, "Monique says you like men. True?" Donald nodded.

"Yes, Ma'am," he answered, looking to me as I struggled to my hands and knees. My whole body was shaking still, but I was sensing that I had to get up despite the pain.

"Well, my little c isn't much of a man anymore. If he ever was." Jane chuckled as all the women laughed at her little joke and insult. "But... You can have him if you want."

My eyes went wide- wider! Did I hear her right? Was she giving me away to the tiny black man as some kind of gift, or...

And then the weight of what she had said throughout finally hit me like a sledge hammer, right between the eyes. She wasn't giving me away. She wanted him to take me... rape me!

And 'Donald' was apparently fine with the idea as he strode towards me, a wide smile stretching ear to ear and a full mouth of bright white teeth. His dark eyes glistened as he stepped up, chuckling as I struggled to stand on weak and rubbery legs. His hand flashed out and caught me squarely on the left cheek, stinging with a loud 'CRACK' and sending me sprawling.

I heard laughter echoing overhead as he straddled me, standing tall with a foot on either side of my prone body. I looked up through teary eyes and swallowed when I saw the size of his cock dangling and bobbing not so far above my face. It was dripping already, and I could actually see it growing. I paled even further and he just laughed.

"You pathetic, yo," he hissed, reaching down and dragging me to my knees again, easily hefting me with a strong grip on my arm. I swung at him, but I was too weak. My blows hit his brawny arms and chest like love taps. I WAS pathetic. He slapped me in the face again to get me to stop as the women laughed again. "Gonna love tearin' up that ass."

My ears were still ringing from his blow when I felt something thick and warm pressing at my lips. I blinked and gasped, which was a mistake, letting Donald shove his huge dick into my mouth. He thrust forward without a hint of mercy, the tip of his thick cock slamming against the back of my throat and then starting to slip down and in. I gagged and choked and tried to pull free, but he just clasped a hand to the back of my head and shoved me forward as he pressed against me until my lips were touching his groin. He palmed my head like a basketball and started dragging me back and forth, the dick sliding in and out.

"Get me hard, boy," he commanded, still thrusting, still shoving on my head. "C'mon, pussy! Suck!"

I could barely breathe, and I felt like I was going to vomit. I caught glimpses of the Giantesses as my head bobbed; Monique and Jane laughing at my utter humiliation, egging him on, cheering him. I was crying, gagging, my skin burning red with shame.

I don't know if I actually sucked or if it was my gag reflex that got him harder, but I felt his cock getting bigger in my mouth; longer and thicker. He was sweating, his dark skin glistening and I could smell his musk as he was getting worked up. Until abruptly he pulled free of my mouth, his cock standing ramrod straight and looking twice as huge as before.

I gasped for breath, snuffling, hoping it was over, but Donald hefted me to my feet in one quick jerk and deftly spun me about, bending me at the waist. "No..." I whimpered as I felt the tip of his shaft pushing against my anus. He slapped my ass and I yelped, lurching forward-

"Stand still!" he shouted, and I felt his hands on my butt, his fingers prying my cheeks apart as he began thrusting again. He was slow at first, and steady until he was in far enough, and then he quickened the pace and was soon slamming deeper and deeper. Tears were streaming down my face as he rammed home and I was moaning louder and louder the deeper he went. It hurt like nothing I had ever experienced, he was so huge and brutal...

And dammit, I was hard.

I could not believe that I was responding to his assault- his rape, but my own cock was hard and dripping. And by now he was sliding smoothly with his thrusts, finding a harsh rhythm that made me whimper and squirm with pleasure every time the head of his dick struck home deep within me.

My head was spinning. I could barely stand from the pain and pleasure and was about to collapse when I saw Jane's huge crimson nail tap the table before me. I looked up to see that wicked smile and my eyes went wide when I saw her pointing her Fazer my way.

"No!" I cried as light erupted, but oddly I did not feel the familiar slamming and sweating that usually accompanied my sudden size changes. I felt worse...

Jane had used the Fazer on Donald, not me. His penis exploded up my ass as he grew, I don't know how much. His dick inside me felt like it had trebled in lengthy and girth. It was throbbing and pulsing and I could feel that he was about to come with enough force to blow me apart. But he was not done. I felt his hands on my chest, his fingers pinching about my tits as he easily hefted me up. I screamed again, continuing as he slammed my back against his chest, ramming his rod ever deeper until it would go no further.

He snaked a huge arm about my throat, flexing and making it impossible to breathe. I was choking for air as I felt his cock pulsing within me. My eyes focused for a moment and I saw Jane again, this time holding the shock collar remote...

Pain lanced through my belly as Donald shot his load up my ass. I was shaking uncontrollably, my eyes rolling in agony and ecstasy, my whole body aching with orgasm as somewhere in the back of my mind I realized that I was coming too. Vaguely I saw the giantess' finger in front of me, hovering as Donald's stream of sizzling jism continued to fill my ass to overflowing. I dangled on his cock, his arm about my throat keeping me weak and breathless as he jerked and slammed and forced out every drop. It went on and on, and I just hung there like a rag doll, a puppet whose strings had been cut.

And then, thankfully, it was over...

Vaguely I heard the sound of thunder in the distance and only realized later that it was applause for our performance. And laughter and cheers of approval. Donald simply shoved me off of his cock and let me collapse to the floor at his feet.

I crumbled, a huddled, sobbing mass leaking jism from my ass, aching and beaten. My skin sizzled with shame as I gasped, great wracking sobs as I tried to catch my breath again. The world was spinning wildly and I started to dry heave, gagging on bile and stomach acid as that was all there was in my stomach.

TAP-TAP-TAP!

I looked up and through bleary eyes I saw Jane's gigantic finger resting right before me, knuckle down. I stared and saw a sticky pool of cum resting in the cup of her fingernail. She slid her finger forward until it was right beneath my face.

"Lick it up," she commanded. I hesitated only a moment, not wanting any more pain. I leaned forward and started lapping at the little pool of my own, cooling jism that she had caught. I heard laughter again, but did not care.

"Poor toy," Jane's god-like voice boomed down in mock sympathy. "Who's the BITCH now?"

I sagged, defeated. I finally knew, finally admitted then and there that my life was over as far as I was concerned. I lived and breathed only if she chose. My life was hers. I was beaten. I swallowed my jism as I had no pride left...

"I'm the bitch...

"Goddess."

---

The End?

Jane's Toy...

TWENTY-FIVE

Hours passed...

I was crying non-stop as my muscles complained over the tight confinement, wrapped up in the leather cord like a mummy out of some fifties horror movie and stuffed into a salt shaker. I could not move. I could barely breathe I was so twisted and compacted. It hurt. It was agony. What had I done to deserve this hell?

I had signed my life away and volunteered for an experiment that had shrunk me and left me at the mercy of my new owner- the Giantess Jane for a little bit of money that I would never spend. I was an idiot. I deserved whatever happened to me.

I tried to wriggle about, to gain just a modicum of relief, but my cell was way too small. Whatever relief I gained in one area made another scream in hellish pain. My muscles were cramping from the bondage and confinement. It was torture plain and simple, and there was nothing that I could do but endure, being two-inches tall and at the whim and mercy of Jane.

And every time I thought about her my cock swelled and pulsed, thickening and jutting from the exposed part of the leather bindings. Jane had left my member uncovered for her own pleasure no doubt, but despite my pain it was alive and wanting, craving my Giantess tormentress. all of this was making me hot and I did not know why. It was agony and humiliating to be the plaything of another, magnified a thousandfold by the helplessness of being a bug compared to them, but it was making me excited.

Why was I liking this? What is wrong with me?

---

I heard movement, eventually.

I blinked and whimpered at the pain again. Through my tears I saw a sliver of light far down from my perch on the shelf, shadows moving beyond the closed door of the closet; Jane's closet that was my prison.

I simply knelt there in my salt shaker prison. There was nothing else to do. I had struggled with the bonds, but I was helplessly caught in the leather cord, and then within the shaker that had a top screwed tightly in place by the strength of a giantess.

"Please," I whispered. "Please set me free..."

---

Light exploded into the confines of the closet...

I blinked against the brilliance, my tears clogging my eyes as I saw the blurry silhouette of the giantess Jane standing in the now open doorway. I whimpered, sobbing. Please...

"Good morning," she said, her voice light and cheerful as she reached up and plucked my prison from its shelf. My world swam again as motion reeled about me, shifting and swaying with her movements. I held my gag reflex in check as I heard the harsh grinding of the salt shaker's top being unscrewed.

I gasped as fresh air enveloped me, but all too soon my little prison tilted and I was falling...

I landed softly on the bedspread of the Giantess' bed. I stared up at her, watching as she stepped away for a quick moment to set down my prison, then return. She was dressed in a black sports bra and lycra shorts. She had an I-Pod strapped to her arm and a water bottle in a pouch at her fiber belt strapped tightly about her waist. She grinned down at me as I wiggled like a worm on the bed.

"And how was your night, Toy?" she asked, her voice sounding amused at my condition. "Had any revelations?"

"Please," I whimpered, but she just twisted her lips as she adjusted her I-Pod's settings. "Please let me go," I begged.

"You know what I want," she said as she slid her I-Pod back into its sheath. "Say it."

I almost did.

I swear I almost broke and called her Goddess. And she was. She held my life in her hands but I would not admit it. She had freed me, so hope remained. I hung my head, remaining silent.

"Fine."

I looked up and saw the Giantess Jane leaning, reaching for me. She had something strange in hand, and it took me a moment to realize what it was, it seemed so bizarre and distorted at my little two-inch size. It was dark plastic and spread wide on hinges with teeth ready to take a bite from me it seemed. By the time that I realized what it was however, it was too late and it had closed about me. I screamed, struggling as I was swooped up into the air and towards the back of the Giantess' head.

A butterfly clip...

I tried to fight as she opened the clip a bit and affixed it into her shoulder length dirty blond hair. I could smell her shampoo and body wash from her morning shower. The clip closed and locked me in, trapping me against the back of her head, entwined in her hair. I writhed about, gasping for breath as the plastic teeth pressed into me, binding me and holding me fast...

"One simple word, Toy," she said as she headed for the front door. My world bounced and bobbed with every step she took. "Acknowledge me as your Goddess. Worship me and it ends."

I said nothing as I felt the cold blast of air as she opened her front door and moved outside. She shut the door behind her, "Fine."

Jane started her morning run, and I tried to hold on...

Jane's Toy...

TWENTY-FOUR


I bucked and moaned as the light of the Fazer played over me. I felt that sensation, as though a sledgehammer had just been slammed into my stomach, and I was suddenly sweating and vomiting the jism that I had swallowed not so long ago. I rolled about on the bedspread, feeling my body dwindling in size and mass. Worse, the leather cord shrank as well and continued to hold me wrapped tightly from head to toe. I pissed myself in final insult, before the sensations and effects of the Fazer finally started to recede.

I lay there in a daze for several minutes, my body weak and helpless, my sight dazzled and blurry. My body ached, and my head was pounding as I pathetically wriggled about, more spasming than trying to escape or actually move. Slowly though my senses started to return yo normal and I peered about the room. It was huge of course, and decorated softly in pastels and pale wall paneling. I saw a dresser and a vanity against one wall, a bureau against another and several potted plants. There were two doors that I assumed led to a closet and bathroom. Windows lined the final two walls, draped with thin curtains. Oddly, I did not see the Giantess, Jane.

I started to struggle, to test my bindings but I knew immediately that it was hopeless. She had tied me too tightly, too thoroughly. There was no way to reach the knots at my throat or ankles as my arms and hands were wrapped completely beneath the leather cord, as was all of me save my head and penis, the latter which was raging, pinned between the cords of my bondage.

My groin hurt and I was horny as hell from the things that Jane had done to me. I wanted to explode again, to cum. And so soon. I wondered if the shrinking and growing had affected my sperm as well. It had not been that long ago since I had ejaculated for her butler, and I had almost in her very hands. I had never been THAT fertile, though I recall that that had been one of the requirements on the questionnaire I had filled out for the science project that had gotten me into this in the first place. I wondered...

"Back with me, Toy?"

My eyes grew wide as the Giantess Jane strolled back into the room. She moved gracefully, gliding across the short expanse of room, her hips swaying, the slight scuff of her slippers on the floor the only sound to be heard past the hammering of my heart. She stopped at the foot of the bed, her hands in her voluminous pockets as she looked down at me, her lips quirking at the corners in a cruel smirk of amusement. I squirmed under her scrutiny, and my cock started to grow.

She grinned. "Happy to see me, I see." Jane laughed as she sat on the edge of the bed and scooped me up into her hand. She laid back and dangled me by the trailing end of my leash so that I was hanging upside down right above her beautiful face.

"I really was going to give you a treat, y'know," she said as she flicked her fingers and started me swinging back and forth. "I'm not a bad person, but there's just something about you that makes me want to torture you. You're so cute and helpless. I love the way you squirm for me."

Jane pursed her huge soft lips and blew a gust of warm breath on me, starting me to twirl. her breath tasted of mint, as though she had just brushed her teeth. She raised her other hand and flicked my cock with her long fingernail, which set me to writhing again much to her amusement. She smiled, biting her lower lip as she watched my antics at her touch.

She lowered me then, and my eyes grew wide as she opened her mouth. As I came closer I could finally judge that I was probably two-inches tall now, and that terrified me all the more. The Giantess could easily simply drop me down her throat and swallow me whole, I was so small. I started screaming as she dipped me into her mouth.

I immediately started to sweat as the temperature and humidity rose to 98 degrees. Jane's tongue rippled and reached out, brushing over my penis and exciting me. It was soft, hot and moist as it flicked and rolled, caressing my helpless, engorged member. I could feel myself building again, ready to burst and she yanked me out.

I dangled there above her for several minutes as she watched me. I blushed under her gaze, feeling so helpless and useless. My heart was hammering and I was making strange noises as the panic started to subside. "I was going to let you get a taste tonight. I was feeling SO raunchy, but now, well, you were trying to get away again. AND you had sex with Anthony." she reached up and gave my dick a very hard flick with her finger. I started to swing again and was writhing with agony, screaming and crying. It was like getting kicked in the balls I imagined.

"I didn't give you permission," she continued, seemingly pouting. I saw through my teary eyes that she was frowning, her lower lip sticking out. "You need to be punished again."

The giantess lowered me again, but this time laid me across her closed lips. They were soft and warm and I started to roll as she moved them in a motion, like wetting her lipstick. I swayed back and forth, with my cock receiving most of the friction. her tongue kept flicking out as well, brushing and stabbing my dick at her pleasure. She was driving me crazy with lust, bringing me to the brink, then simply letting me lie on her lips until I went soft again. it was agony.

"Please..." I whimpered as she started in again. She stopped.

"Please, what?" she asked, her voice muffled with me draped across her lips. her breath and the vibrations tickled me.

"Please... stop. I can't take it..."

"Wrong answer," she said.

In a flash she sat up and then stood. She strode swiftly to her bureau and picked up something that shimmered in the soft light. I stared as she brought it up, and me towards it, her hands coming together. I twisted in her grip as I saw what was about to happen-

"No! Don't!"

She held in her other hand what looked to be a salt shaker of clear glass and only slightly larger than I was. I was screaming, but she ignored me as she shoved me feet first into the tiny glass jar, pushing me until I bent my legs and at the waist enough to fit all the way in. She removed her thumb from the top of my head, but before I could react she was screwing the cap back on, sealing me inside.

I was near panic, crying and breathing hard. Luckily there were holes in the top or I would have quickly suffocated- maybe. I still was not sure about my time in the refrigerator.

I was almost doubled over. My feet were crammed into a corner at the bottom edge of the octagonal base. My knees were pressed to the opposite side somewhat up, then my ass, then my shoulders. My head pressed against the inside of the cap. It was a horrible position, and there was no way to get any comfort. My whimpering and crying increased as I realized that I would probably be in here for quite awhile. I had no idea as to the time, but it seemed that the night was still young.

I shrieked as the Giantess Jane tossed the salt shaker in the air. My stomach churned as it- and I- tumbled and turned, arching up and finally falling into the soft pad of her waiting palm. The world rushed as I rose to the level of her face. I saw her twisted visage, her beautiful face warped by the thickness of the glass shaker. I could make out her cruel smile though.

"Definitely more quiet time, bitch."

She laughed and shook the shaker as she walked. It hurt, and I could not move I was so wedged in. I heard a rumbling, like thunder and suddenly I shot up into a darkening world. With a thump I finally settled to a stop. I looked for Jane, but could not see her from the odd angle. I was somewhere high up.

"You just stay there and think about things, Toy. You could have a lot of fun if you'd just comply." Her voice boomed in an odd, muffled way, coming at me from all sides as I could not see her. It was creepy. "So could I," she said with a giggle.

I heard the rumbling again as the light thickened, dimming to darkness, and then pitch black as the world slammed shut and locked.

Jane had put me on the upper shelf of her closet to think...

Quiet time they called it now. It used to be called solitary confinement...

Jane's Toy...

TWENTY-THREE


I gasped for air as the leather cord about my neck tightened like a noose. My hands flew to my throat as I was dragged across the floor, then thumping up and over the fuzzy pink lumps of the Giantess' slippers, then hoisted into the air. I gagged, my fist coiled about the collar, trying to ease the pain and tightness as Jane drew me higher and higher, wrapping the length of my lead in her fist.

I dangled, kicking and choking in front of her huge, billboard sized face at last. Through a tear-filled gaze I saw her eyes sparkling with amusement, her lips curled slightly as she watched my helpless struggles. She cocked her head and her dark blond hair gathered at her shoulder as she eyed me.

"And here I was feeling sorry for you. I woke up planning to give you a treat, little one, but imagine my shock to find my boots gone." She smirked, bouncing the cord a bit and making me gag. "Oh, I knew where they probably were...

"Dear Anthony has a bit of a foot fetish, which I indulge occasionally, when I'm bored. He likes feet and shoes- a lot- and I let him have mine once in awhile. He cleans them, keeps my best pumps sparkling and gives a hell of a massage and pedicure. I was a bit surprised that he snuck into my room and took my boots though. Guess I've been neglecting him since I got a new toy to play with." She grinned. "I'll bet he was surprised to find you stuffed into my boot, hunh?"

The Giantess bobbed the cord, making me bounce a bit, then finally reeled me in to hold me in hand, her fingers cradling me from behind. "I was a little worried, especially since I was all prepared to give you a reprieve. I know I've been a bit... cruel, but you're just so damn cute. You bring out the devil in me, little man. I ran off to Anthony's room and found him passed out on his bed with his cock waving and my boots empty. I got a little worried then," she cooed as she rubbed her thumb across my chest, grinding on my nipples to make me squirm.

"I ran back to the living room, but it was empty, so I headed for the back door and there you were trying to escape. You were so cute," she giggled as she scraped her thumb across my chest and belly. Her expression changed to one of confusion as she rubbed her thumb and forefinger together in front of me. She smiled again, abruptly. "Trying to push the door open. You were struggling so hard that I almost let you leave. Almost..."

The Giantess raised her hand, and consequently me, to her face and she sniffed her fingers. I saw her grin widen as she stared at me, her brows drawing in an evil way. "You have been naughty, haven't you?"

Her thumb moved up along my chest, right up on my face as she rubbed. I was still gagging and kicking but she ignored my plight as her thumbnail scraped at the jism encrusted on my body. She flicked and flaked a bit, then slipped her finger into her mouth briefly. "Thought so," she whispered, smiling at me again.

"I see Anthony's been a bit naughty too, hasn't he?" If she was expecting an answer, she did not get one from me. My world was a spiral of gray snowflakes swirling through a dim haze...

I gasped as the tension about my throat eased as the Giantess took my weight in the soft palm of her hand. She held me loosely as she eased me closer to her face, licking her lips, her huge tongue snaking out and making them shine in the dim moonlight streaming through the wide patio door. She held my body close to her mouth and I recoiled as her tongue snaked out, lapping against me.

It was hot and soft and rough at my size all at once. She laved the length of my body, tasting of the cum stains that coated my skin. It seemed disgusting to me, in some little pocket in the back of my head, but at the touch of her tongue, my penis sparked to life and sprang forward. I was immediately erect and dripping like a kid just hit puberty, stiff in a strong wind. it was humiliating.

"Definitely Anthony," she mused, sliding her tongue over me again and again. Her touch made me shiver and quake, and she held me easily, casually in hand as she shifted me about to get at the jism on my skin and in my hair. Her tongue was hot and inflamed me as it probed between my legs, swirling about my nipples. I was soon gasping for breath for another reason. She was taking me to the edge again, and I was ready to explode...

She yanked me away.

"I'll have to have a talk with him, I suppose. Sneaking into my room and stealing my shoes- not to mention my toy." Her hand dropped, and me with it as she turned to head back into the house proper. She clutched me as she walked, her slippers scuffing along the various floors as she made her way back to her bedroom. Her thumb was pressing hard into my groin and making me writhe in agony.

Once in her bedroom she took me in hand again, tightening her grip. I screamed as she stared down at me, an evil grin on her face. I had plans for you tonight- a treat. I want you so badly. I'm dripping, feeling you writhing about in my hand, but you had to go and spoil my fun." her thumb pressed into my groin, threatening to crush my balls for a moment before she started to rub again. I sensed movement in the corner of my eyes as my sight started to spiral with the sensation. "I see you weren't ready yet. I see I have to break you some more."

The Giantess grasped me by the legs and started to wrap the leather cord tightly about my body. She forced my arms to my sides, and starting at the collar simply started to wind down. I squirmed a bit but she ignored my struggles, layering each loop right on the other, down and down.

When she got to my penis, she eased over it, making certain that it was hard and at attention as she started winding again, below my dick and around my legs. She shifted me in order to get down to my ankles with enough slack left to triple the knot that left me mummified in the leather cord, feet to shoulders. I could not move. hell, I could barely breathe. Her thumbnail flicked at my engorged penis- twice- and then she simply dumped me on the bed.

I flew for a moment, then bounced a bit across the thick comforter. Finally I rolled to a stop just about dead center of the lavender and lilac spread. I stared up at the Giantess, watching as she dipped a hand into the pocket of her housecoat and produced the Fazer.

"God no," I whimpered, thrashing about helplessly. "Please... Don't... "

"I told you... " she said as she pointed the Fazer at me. Light flashed and I screamed as the feeling of a sledgehammer slammed me in the stomach.

"Call me Goddess."