Jane's Toy...

SIXTEEN

I don't know how long I spent on the floor at the feet of the Giantess Jane, she who now owned me, apparently. I was only now, after all the things that happened to me; the shrinking and experiments, the indignities and punishments to realize that my captress and her friends all considered me as less than human. Not a man any more, but more a pet or toy for their amusement.

It was horrible, degrading the things that they did to me, and made me do. And being tiny, between 2" and 3' ever since I had volunteered for the science study at University, there was nothing that I could do. My captors simply did as they liked, from the women scientists at the University, to the Giantess Jane whom I had been given to as a gift. I was so small in stature that any struggle on my part was futile and laughed at, more amusing than effective.

Even now, I was three feet tall, but the Giantess had easily dressed me in a little girls' pink party dress, white knee socks and patent leather Mary Jane's locked onto my feet. I had been bound hand and foot; hog-tied after I had been led through the shopping mall on a leash like a bratty child with a pacifier shoved into my mouth, much to the amusement of shoppers that we passed. No one cared or tried to help me. It was humiliating and horrible, and I was beet red throughout the walk.

Back at the house of my keeper, after a ride in her trunk like baggage I was manhandled by one of her staff, I assumed, and taken advantage of with some quick gropes that I had to suffer due to my helplessness. He carried me inside and dumped me on the floor at the feet of the Giantess Jane who promptly used me as a footrest for a bit.

Finally, after I don't know how long she cut me free of my dental floss hog-tie, though keeping my wrists and ankles bound. She then plucked the dummy from my mouth and commanded me to remove her socks with my teeth. I did, leaning in and wriggling about on the floor before her, biting on the tips of her long, woolen socks, knowing enough by now not to scrape against her toes lest I suffer more abuse.

It took some doing as I jerked and tugged, as her socks were warm and sweaty having been in her Ugg Boots the better part of the day. I smelled her scent as I worked; her feet overshadowed by the lingering odors of well-worn leather and her bath oils, body washes, foot powders, whatever. It was a strong, heady mix that sent my mind reeling and made my penis throb against my will. I did not know what it was, but the whole scene of me being small and helpless and subservient was driving me wild as much as I loathed it.

Eventually I bared her feet, which were breathtakingly beautiful. Her skin was soft like the finest velvet, and pale from the winter months. Her toes were small and flexing as I lathered my tongue over and between, tasting the salty, bitter taste of perspiration, the nails smooth, glossy and defined, her feet obviously pedicured and well-cared for. I licked for all that I was worth, hoping that if she was pleased she might be lenient, but also enraptured by the whole scene and ordeal. I was hard and throbbing as I squirmed to get at her soft soles, nibbling at her smooth heels, laving my dripping tongue along the top and sides and about the ankles. I was in heaven, my whole body a tingle as I debased myself before her, for her.

I was sucking on her toes when I realized that she had fallen asleep. She had been enjoying my ministrations apparently as she watched the news on her television and dozed. I looked up, captivated by her beauty, her body even in the chair and relaxed towering over my childlike frame. I knew my chance had finally come, but I had to work fast.

Watching the Giantess the entire time I wormed my way up and onto my knees. I twisted about, groping for the scissors that she had used to snip away my hog-tie, and with a bit of fumbling, finally managed to grab them. I squatted, first cutting the floss about my ankles, then with some effort, craning the scissors about to laboriously cut at the cord binding my wrists. I was silently cursing throughout, the angle awkward, but finally snipped enough away that I was free. I ran for the door...

I had no idea just where I would go, but I knew that I had to get away. Someone, somewhere would take pity on me and work to free me of this shrinking curse. At the door I unlocked the deadbolt and thrust the door open- only to have it stop with a jerk at a few inches. I looked up and tears welled in my eyes as I saw a chain holding it to, well up and out of my reach! I was so close!

I jumped several times and must have looked a fool with my skirt billowing and my skinny arms flailing. I needed something to stand on I knew, but panic and desperation was starting to set in. I turned about, looking for something to move towards the door to give me the few inches that I needed and paled...

The man was back, dressed in black slacks and vest and a white pressed shirt, his long, kinky hair pulled back in a tail. His dark eyes sparkled as he barely suppressed a grin to see me, my back pressed against the cold, oak door. I glanced about, started to run but he easily scooped me up, kicking and cursing as he casually and effortlessly slipped me under an arm, moving to wake the Giantess...

"Mistress," he purred, gently touching the shoulder of the Giantess Jane to rouse her as I futilely pounded my tiny fists against his well-muscled side. Helplessly I watched as my captress woke, stretching dreamily, finally focusing on me with some concern.

"He was trying to get away," the man offered, unconcerned with my struggles. "I was coming to announce dinner when I saw him trying to undo the door chain."

"Oh was he?" the Giantess said, obviously knowing the truth. I watched as she uncrossed her legs and stood, stepping towards the small table near her chair. "Set him down," she said, and the man complied gathering the lead of my leather leash. I strained, trying to run but he simply jerked and I stumbled back into place again and again.

When I looked to the Giantess again I quailed, my penis shriveling as I saw that she held the Fazer in hand.

"No," I whimpered, pleading, "please don't..."

Giantess Jane ignored my pleas and thumbed the controls with a hard frown. I immediately dropped to my knees, feeling as though someone had hit me in the stomach as I was enveloped in the queer flickering light of the device that controlled my height and mass. Sweat gushed from my pores as my mind reeled, the world twisting madly as it started to grow. I collapsed as Jane depressed the button that sealed my fate, watching as she expanded, even as the little girl clothes became voluminous and billowing about me as I dwindled...

The thin, flimsy pink dress became heavy on my shoulders, weighing me down. My knee socks bagged and drooped as I stumbled forwards, stepping out of the shoes. I staggered, the tiny beret that they had pinned in my hair no longer finding a grip as I shortened falling before my face to bounce on the floor. I was being swallowed by my clothes, but the organic leather cord about my throat stayed tightly knotted and choking as the man held me in place.

On my knees and groveling between them, I vomited and expelled my bowels of what little food there was within. I was crying in agony as the world started to flake and gray, my pleas falling on deaf ears...

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I screamed as something drooled down my skin, burning and thick. I writhed in my bonds, tugging at the dental floss that held my wrists behind my back and about the thick, waxy pole behind me. My feet were bound as well, but already immobile in the thick puddle of soft, cooling wax that I was standing in ankle deep.

I stared at the Giantess, watching my struggles with amusement as she casually ate her dinner, the smell of the well-prepared food driving me wild with scents of spice and vinegar, steaming vegetables and roasted meat. I writhed about, whining and grunting as wax continued to drip down, pooling about my legs, coating my shoulders and body, making it harder and harder to move.

The Giantess Jane had shrunk me down to six inches again as far as I could tell. Then she had tied me off with my back to a candle placed on her dinner table, like a witch to be burned at the stake. I had screamed as the man had lit the tall red candle, realizing what was happening. I struggled, tugging at the unbreakable floss as the first trails of wax flowed down and sizzled against my skin.

I started screaming and had not stopped.

And the giantess Jane just watched and smiled and savored her dinner with my agonies as the wax started to encrust about me...