Jane's Toy...

THIRTEEN

I screamed as I felt the weight of the Giantess, Jane's foot pressing down on my hand. It hurt, and I struggled, trying to slide my hand free of the gritty sole of her boot to no avail. She simply laughed, watching my fruitless struggles as I writhed about underfoot.

She had 'grown' me, using her Fazer, and I was now maybe three feet tall, still helpless before her. I whimpered as she leaned forward, her foot pressing into the back of my hand, begging for her to stop, but she ignored me, enjoying my helplessness.

Finally though she stepped off and back. Her boots were right before me, so close I could smell the suede of the leather. I stared as I massaged my throbbing hand, sensing her friend Marie as she stepped up to my side as well. What they were planning now I had no idea, but I knew I was doomed, whatever it was.

I heard the rustle of paper and looked up through tear-filled eyes. I saw the Giantess Jane as she pulled a pink and frilly dress free from a shopping bag, dropping it to the floor in front of me. It was a little girl's party dress, complete with a pleated skirt and poofy sleeves, touched with white at the bosom and black along the fringes.

"Put that on," Jane commanded as I stared at the dress, massaging my hand. I looked up at her again, but she just grinned wickedly.

"Please..." I said and felt something slash across my naked ass. I screamed and rolled over to see Marie hovering over me with a long strand of leather dangling from her fist. She was biting her lower lip, trying not to laugh aloud.

"Do it!" she commanded, and I rolled back, gathering the dress. There was nothing I could do. They had made me bigger, but I was still too small to fight back- though I would try,

I got to my knees and gathered up the garment, slipping it over my head, my arms into the sleeves then tugging it down uselessly. It was woefully short, and I knew that if I bent over my ass would be exposed. Too, my raging hard on made the front tent out. the two giantesses laughed as I stood at their direction. Jane dropped a pair of shoes and long white socks at my feet, again ordering me to don them. They were Mary Jane’s, tight and shiny.

I did as I was told feeling stupid and embarrassed, mortified to be dressed in little girl's clothes. I stood there for their approval, tugging at the hem of the dress, but eventually Marie slapped my hands away and ordered me to stop fidgeting.

"He's so cute," she cooed, her hands at my nipples and shifting the material. She felt the nubs of my breasts and twisted, giggling as I writhed with her torment, going on tiptoe in my tight shoes. My cock was sticking straight out and dripping when she finally stopped, and I was a quivering mass of pain and humiliation.

"Not done yet," Jane said as she stepped up, her denim clad legs pressing against me as she first snapped a tiny pink, plastic barrette into my hair, then shoved a rubber pacifier into my mouth. It was thick and long, scraping the back of my throat, and I felt her tying the leads tightly behind my head to ensure that it would stay in place. Finally satisfied, she stepped back.

I could only imagine what I looked like; a tiny man, three feet tall if I was lucky and dressed in a little girl's party dress complete with Mary Jane shoes and a dummy tied into my mouth. Tears welled in my eyes and I whimpered, my hands raising to untie the pacifier. I had had enough!

I yelped into my gag as something slapped against my ass. It hurt, burned and I staggered about to see Marie grinning down at me. "The pacifier stays in, tiny," she said, waggling a finger at me, "and you behave, or else."

I stamped my foot and reached up to undo the gag again. I was a man dammit! They could not do this to me- or so I wanted to believe...

Marie grabbed my arm and twisted it roughly behind me into an arm lock. She tugged my arm high, making me go up on tiptoe again before she flopped into a convenient chair and dragged me across her lap. I kicked and struggled for a moment, then felt her leg drape over mine as she held me down, her other hand gathering both my wrists and then holding me tight...

Her hand slapped against my ass...

Again...

And again...

I was screaming and writhing in her grip by the tenth blow, and she was laughing. Through tear-filled eyes I saw Jane standing before me and I looked up and up for intervention, but only saw her cruel smile. Finally Marie landed the 15th swat, then shoved me off of her lap and onto the floor.

I was crying, my ass burning from the spanking as the Giantess Jane slid her foot under my face.

"Kiss my boot," she commanded, her hands resting on shapely hips. "Do a good job and maybe I'll be lenient."

I whimpered but leaned in, pursing my lips and kissing the Giantess Jane's Ugg Boots over and over. I could not imagine how I looked.

Jane finally shoved me away, placing the sole of her right boot to my face and sprawling me to the floor. I looked up, but Marie was right there, affixing something to me, slipping my arms through leather straps and buckling things at my back. Finally she knotted a leather cord about my throat and tied that to the bizarre harness that she had set me in. finally they let me up.

Marie had fixed a child's leash to me; a harness that fitted over my arms and shoulders and basically kept me in check. Jane held the reins and tugged me into compliance as she handed me a bunch of shopping bags. She almost weighed me down, ordering me to hold the bags high and to be good. I stared at her with wide, terrified eyes.

Jane and Marie air-kissed, and then the Giantess Jane flicked the loose end of my collar across my ass.

"Move!" she ordered, and I started towards the door of the pet shop, sucking on my pacifier and flushing red as Jane opened the door and led me outside...