Jane's Toy...

FOUR

I watched helplessly as the party at last started to wind down. It had gone on for hours, seemingly forever to me as I hung helplessly, bound as I was to the tiptop of the woman's Christmas tree. The guests all seemed happy, merry as they drank and ate holiday treats, singing and laughing, eventually exchanging gifts, either oblivious or uncaring that I was a captive in their midst.

Eventually though, the numbers began to dwindle as one by one, in couples or groups the guests made their way towards the door and the chilly night beyond. I could feel the cold every time the front door was opened, and craning my neck I could see that a light snow was falling, the wide expanse of the Hostess' front grounds glistening with a thin, white sheen.

And the woman, my captress was apparently a dedicated hostess, as well as congenial. I watched as she bid her farewells and holiday wishes to each parting guest sincerely, but too saw how she scrutinized each in turn, deciding if they were fit to leave. On two occasions she called upon one of her staff (I assumed), prim and proper young men dressed in holiday attire to see her guests safely to their door. She cared- for her friends at least- and that gave me a spark of hope that my nightmare might soon be over.

Finally she closed and locked the front doors, the last of the partygoers on their way. I watched as she clicked off the lights to the foyer, then strolled back to the long table that had been set up with a wide variety of food and drink. The range of my hearing apparently shrank along with my body, as- despite her size- I could not hear altogether what she said to the boy manning the table, already starting to clear the dishes away and clean up. He smiled and nodded however, and poured her a rather large snifter of warm brandy before returning to his task. There were two others as well, straightening things and clearing away dishes and glasses, discarded wrappings from exchanged gifts, wiping things down. The woman said a few kind words in passing, judging from their reactions and pleased smiles, as she casually strode towards me.

I strained and struggled again as she stood at the tree's base, looking up at me. She sipped at her brandy, one arm crossing under her breasts supporting the other, which held the snifter. I could easily see that she was in perfect shape even beneath the thickness of her winter sweater and skirt. She seemed huge of course, gigantic, and from my perch everything seemed amplified; her round bosom, the way her hip jutted slightly in regal pose, her long, shapely legs stretching far away to the floor far below me.

In my reduced state I felt that I was easily 200 feet above the floor, precariously tied to the swaying tip of the tree, which could be compared to a massive redwood. The height was sickening, and I experienced a bit of vertigo if I looked wrong. I had no fear of dying however, should I fall. That was one of the tests, which I survived back at the Labs; being dropped from greater and greater heights once they determined that I was resilient in my compressed state of being.

The true fear came from the woman herself. As beautiful as she was, it was terrifying to see something so huge moving about, gracefully and swiftly. Her movements were natural, sights I had seen and dismissed every day of my old life, but now alien and almost surrealistic. It was like living in a dream, or probably, more accurately a nightmare.

I continued to struggle, writhing in my bonds hoping that she might get the hint and free me, but when I looked at her she was simply watching and smiling and sipping at her drink. I could see fascination as well as amusement in the wide dark pools of her eyes as she studied me. Her gaze was intense and mesmerizing as well, and I could not hold eye contact for long lest I drown in the darkness. Finally I had to clamp my eyes shut and turn away, sagging in my bonds, wincing as the stiff needles of the tree dug into my flesh again. I still felt pain, still became winded and weak, and oddly still became aroused I noticed, as my penis was waving again at attention.

She noticed as well, apparently as I heard her chuckle; at my size a soft rumbling of distant thunder. "You're so cute," she finally spoke, her voice rich and booming all at once. "My guests loved you, and the little show you put on for them." I noticed the way that she emphasized the word 'little'. "A couple of my friends wanted to know where they could get one of you. Even offered to buy you from me, and at no small price either."

I looked at her again. A wicked grin curled the edges of her huge, full lips as she considered me. It was like looking at a face on a movie screen, all-encompassing with her darkly blond hair framing her wide, perfect features. I shivered as those lips parted again- "I told them no sale. You're my little one."

My eyes went wide and I started thrashing about again as I saw her hand rising towards me. Her long fingers were splayed wide, her nails scarlet and shining like shields as she gingerly reached for me. I could immediately feel the warmth of her body as her fingers closed about my own. Her thumb pressed gently into my right side from hip to ribs, as her index finger did on the left. She squeezed just enough, and I sensed her rise up on her toes as she started to raise my body up and off of the treetop. I whined as the needles scratched again, raking my back and ass. If the woman noticed or cared, she did not pause.

There was a brief moment of weightlessness as I swooped through the air, lowered in her grip. My backside was burning as I squirmed in her fingers, and there were tears in my eyes despite my best efforts not to cry. Her image was blurry as I opened my eyes again, but I could see her huge lips pursed and red right before me as she purred -

"Shhh..." she said quietly, even as she casually flipped me over so that I was laying in the soft, plush palm of her hand. There was little that I could do to help myself with my arms and elbows still bound tightly behind me with Christmas ribbons, likewise my ankles. I tried to roll onto my side to ease the pain in my back and ass, but she easily flipped my body back, the better to look at me.

"Shhh, little one," she purred again, softly thank god. Her face hovered right over me now, and I knew that if she shouted she might pop my eardrums. I had no idea if that would heal- a test the women at the Science Lab had not thought to try. "I won't hurt you."

But even as she tried to reassure me she casually slipped her index finger over my chest, pinning my tiny squirming body to her palm. I tried to twist and turn, but my strongest struggles were useless and I did not move a relative inch. That did not stop me, however. I had to be free. I had to make her understand that I was a man, not a toy!

I heard her giggle as her thumb then passed above me, the soft skin of the pad barely brushing the tip of my erection. My eyes went wide as I gasped, the pain receding ion my mind as a new sensation washed over me. I stared in terror as she smiled widely, almost leering it seemed as she brushed her thumb back again.

"Nooo... " I whined, not wanting to be so abused, trying hard to fight the strange urges that I could feel building within me. I remembered the same sensations back at the Labs. Some of the 'tests' that they ran were little more than torture straight out of the Spanish Inquisition I was sure. But others were designed to stimulate me, as along with blood and urine samples, they demanded sperm samples (more than any other it seemed). I often wondered if they simply enjoyed torturing me, or if maybe some queer side effect of the shrinkage made me give off some weird pheromone or something that brought out the cruelty in certain women.

Looking at the beautiful woman that held my life in her hands- literally- I was starting to believe it were true. Her dark eyes were sparkling in delight, her full lips glistening as her huge tongue snaked out, wetting them in anticipation. I thought for a moment that she was going to eat me, but right then her thumb flicked my engorged cock again and I exploded then and there.

She laughed in unbridled joy as I bucked and thrust with my orgasm. Her breath was warm and sweet, laced with a tinge of alcohol as it gushed over me and that simply excited my body all the more. She eased her grip as my semen spurted long and high like a geyser, actually splattering her lips, which in my condition was like hitting the broad side of a barn. I moaned and gasped as it went on and on...

Until finally I collapsed back into her palm. I was panting and weak, and sweating both from my exertions as well as the heat that her hand was radiating. I felt damp and sticky, as most of my sperm had splashed back down, coating me on my belly and groin, spattering my chest and legs as well as her fingers I saw. And she simply licked her lips and smiled, giddy with the scene. I had to get away...

"Please... " I gasped, my tiny voice trembling. Despite the captivating warmth of her body, I was starting to shiver. I knew that my shrinking was related to the loss of body fluids, though I did not begin to understand the science of it. Like a diabetic however, my body now needed to be replenished. I needed water. I hoped that Monique had explained that to the woman... Jane- I remembered her guests had called her Jane.

"Please," I repeated. "Water... "

I saw her brows knit as she apparently remembered care taking instructions. Suddenly then her massive fingers curled about me and the world raced past at a blurred, breakneck speed.

Then I was falling...

With a splash I hit water and my eyes snapped open as my body screamed in protest. The water was freezing; icy cold with huge blocks of ice actually bobbing about with me. I opened my mouth to scream before realizing that I was submerged and inhaled a lungful of water.

I broke surface a moment later, hacking and sputtering, trying to draw breath. I was shaking uncontrollably, my teeth chattering madly like castanets. I could not breathe, and bound as I was it was all that I could do to keep myself afloat.

And somewhere above me, the Giantess laughed...