Control: Part 1



"mmmph, mmmph, mmmph", "What's that, I can't understand you, didn't anyone ever tell you not to mumble when you speak. Now try again, said the giantess as she leaned back." I lay there looking up at this gigantic woman gasping for breath, burning up from the heat and covered in sweat, hers and mine, barley seeing past the nipple of her breast which only moments ago had me pinned under all of it's soft pliant but incredibly heavy mass.

I met her earlier in the night at a club. She was a looker, shoulder length black hair that frames the face in layers. Dark brown eyes, full pouty lips, about 5'7" with a figure that had just the right amount of curves to hint at danger and a chest that was full and luscious. ("I think it was Gary who told Wyatt, anything more than a handful and your risking a finger sprain" words of wisdom) Anyway, I wish I never saw her, which brings me back to my current predicament which has been going on and off for about 10 minutes now .

"I sa.. I sai... said, I... I can't bre.. breath."

"Oh" she said matter of factly "but I know that already, silly little man. Now don't bother me unless you have something important to say."

With that said she slowly leaned forward rolling her tit back over my upper body, stopping just long enough to wink at me and then continued the rest of the way engulfing me completely under her again.



MMMM, this is just incredible, I never tire of the feeling of being in control. Here I have a full size man, well not so much a size now, but a man none the less struggling underneath one of my tits. Not even strong enough to lift it off him for a gasp of air. It's that helplessness and the resulting power I have over them that is such a sexual charge for me.

I know, I know, what kind of person treats another human being like this but I'm really not a bad person. I'm very courteous to others, I donate to charities, and even do volunteer work at shelters. It's just quite frankly, I stopped thinking of them as people and more like an object when they are this size, my personal property to do as I please with.

it's really ironic, I could never shoot or cause seriously bodily harm to a full size person (depending on the circumstances of course) but yet I have snuffed out 17 of these little ones in 3 years. That's how long it's been since I discovered, umm, should I say, my gift. Apparently I've inherited a special talent from my ancestors, I guess it's a random thing, because nowhere in the previous 2 generations of my family has there been any indication of this, at least that's what I've discovered in my research.

As you may have guessed, I come from a long line of witches, which was quite a shock to me. I recommend everyone to trace down your family tree, one never knows the interesting things you may discover. Anyhow, this is all pretty new to me, as I've said it's only been 3 years since my discovery. As to the how's and why's of my powers, can't really say. It's not like you think, I don't have potions and scores of books on witchcraft and chant mysterious words. It just has to do with harnessing what my mind is thinking about.

At least that's what I've come up with, my first incident was completely by accident. I was out with friends one night and met some incredibly hot guy. He had everything working, clothes, hair, smell, personality, sooo, one thing led to another and I took him home with me. After fooling around for a while things heated up and me not really being the one night stand type had second thoughts and told him I think we should stop and pick this up another time (I know, such a tease).

Well, it turns out mister perfect wasn't so perfect. He launches into this profanity laced insult which was just the most awful things I ever heard said to someone and here he was saying it to me. I was in tears, he had me feeling so humiliated and small not to mention angry, that I just wanted him to feel the same way. So there I am hugging my self leaning with my back against my bedroom wall staring at this piece of shit walking away after belittling me thinking I can't let him get away with treating me like that and whoosh, I can no longer see him.

I was thinking where the hell did he go, did I get so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't even see him walk out my room rest of the way? Great Heather, way to go, always the one to think of what to say after the moment, shit. Oh well, that will teach me to bring home a stranger the first time I meet him, I'm probably lucky that all he did was curse me out, what a psycho.

I pushed myself away from my wall and rounded the end of my bed when all of a sudden I notice a pile of clothes on my floor. What the... those aren't mine and that asshole had his on when he left. I squatted down and looked at the clothes which lay before me, yup, they were his, there was a shirt sitting on a pair of underwear and pants with boat shoes about a foot away. That's right, he hadn't put on his shoes yet, he was carrying them, but why are the rest of his clothes here. Holy shit, is he still in my place, did I black out, I suddenly got very scared.

Ok, Heather, don't freak, just grab his clothes tell him it ain't gonna happen and to get the fuck out of your house. As I started to get a hold of my nerves I went to reach for his clothes when all of a sudden I saw movement from the center of his shirt. Shit! I fell back on my ass, what the fuck was that, oh don't tell me I have mice now, I really don't need this. Being an animal lover the thought to just stomp on it never entered my mind.

I saw it still moving around obviously not able to find it's way out when a thought struck me. Why not wrapped this little guy up in his underwear and then give him his clothes back, that should make for a nice little surprise, if I'm lucky it will bite him in the nuts. I squatted back over his clothes again and grabbed his underwear, ready to fold it over the mouse when I lifted the shirt away. In one quick motion, I removed the shirt and covered it with the underwear.

Ok, what the hell was that? I thought mice were white or black or something, that looked pink like a newbie. Was that what was in there, a baby mouse? Aww, I can't do this then, it won't have a chance to get away from that jerk when he finds it. Very well, don't ask me what I'll do with it, I'm not keeping it as pet. Poor thing is probably scared out of its mind. I opened the underwear back up to look at the little fellow when a gasp escaped my mouth and I fell on my ass again.

A gasp escaped my mouth but what escaped his was an intense high pitch scream. That's it, I'm having a breakdown, or a very vivid dream but this can't be happening. The little man kept screaming away curled into a ball in his own underwear. This is wild, it was him, and he couldn't be more then 3 or 4 inches tall, if he's real that is.

"Ahhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh"

"Sure sounds real, "shut up already" I said as I threw his shirt back over him. Quiet once again, guess I'm a little much to take in at this size, I smirked. This is very weird, did I cause this? How could I? Oh fuck it, I'll figure it out later, right now I'm experiencing a very strange feeling one which I need to investigate further.

I pulled the whole pile of clothes up between my outstretched legs and lifted the shirt, the screaming started again.

"Before you were screaming to fuck me, now you're screaming every time you look at me, you sure know how to insult a girl"

I think I was a little hasty before, I thought to myself, I think I do have a new pet, as an evil grin played across my face.

"Lets have a closer look at you shall we" I said as I reached for him, the screaming became louder.



Part 2

I closed my hand around this shrunken little curled up thing, not even bothering to straighten him out and lifted him to my face. I drew my knees up placing my left on it and holding my fist and it's little occupant in front of my face while resting my free arm on my other knee.

I was getting shivers just thinking about what I was doing at the moment. If someone had walked into the room right then they would never imagine that inside my closed fist was an actual man, God I was getting hot.

I slowly uncurled my fingers and looked upon my prize. He lay with his arms covering his head, curled into a fetal position shaking uncontrollably.

"Oh come on now, surely I'm not that scary, I won't hurt you."

He peek out between his arms starting to uncurl and pushed himself up into a seated position.

"you're not going to do anything to me?" he asked.

"Now I don't think I ever said that" I replied, grinning at him. The color suddenly left his face again.

"Wha, what do you mean, what are you going to do?" he stammered.

"why... (I leaned in much closer and in my softest most seductive voice) what ever the fuck I feel like" and then licked my lips.

"No, No" he said "you can't, let me go. How did I get like this? did you do this to me? Change me back now"

While he was pleading with me I took to stroking his little body with my index finger.

"Stop it he said, and stop looking at me like that, say something damn it."

"I thought guy's didn't like talking during sex."

"Sex!" he screamed out. "You can't honestly think we can do that at our current size?" he said trying to rationalizing with me.

"Oh, well I can't say what it will be like for you, but it will most certainly be sex for me" I said laughing, and now focusing the tip of my index finger on his manhood.

I wasn't the type of woman who kept long nails, so I needn't worry of impaling him on my nail. I liked them short (not bitten stubby nails) but well manicured with a clear gloss on them.

He tried pushing it away but it was useless, then he tried scurrying backwards. Don't know where he thought he would go that high up but I couldn't risk him falling and killing himself before I had my fun so I brought my thumb down over him ceasing his struggles and continued to work on his privates with the pad of my index finger using slow circles to bring his little dick to life.

"oooo" I said. "Can't be all bad, someones getting excited" I really had no interest in his pleasure, I'm sure I was enjoying this more than him. I mean there is something very stimulating about making a guy cum against his will.

"Trust me" he said, "if I had the chance I'd leave so fast and never look back."

To that I replied "oh, but trust me, you won't get that chance." By now he was moving his hips around as I applied more pressure and picked up the tempo, knowing he was about to explode, a few seconds later and he was spewing all over my finger tip.

He lay there panting, trying to regain his composure, he said "there, you had your fun, now change me back and let me go."

I laughed, "had my fun, jeeze you really are an asshole, do you guys ever think of a woman's needs. First of all, I'm not sure how this happened and even if I could I wouldn't change you back. Secondly sweetheart, I haven't begun to have fun" as I smeared the tip of my finger all over his face making sure I wiped all his cum off my finger.

I guess by now he was feeling a little more sure of himself or I just made him really angry because he reverted back to the same insulting jerk he was this evening instead of the little whimpering thing he has been in my hand for the last 10 minutes.

Spitting his cum from his lips he said "This is bullshit, I'm tired of your games and your power trip you crazy bitch, Is this the only way you can get a guy, how pathetic, now let me go!!!"

I was actually taken back by his outburst but quickly regained my composure and said "you don't get it do you?" as I applied more pressure with my thumb which was still holding him in place causing the air to leave his lungs.

I reached for his now flaccid dick and pinched it between my fingers and looked as his eye's opened wide with terror. I gave a little tweak to his dick and watched his face (which was still covered in his juice) contort in pain and said "you" tweak "now" tweak "belong" tweak "to" tweak "me" tweak.

I released my grasp on him with my thumb and the pinch hold I had on his dick and watched as he gasped for breath, trying to scream, and holding on to his privates.

"Honestly" I said "What can you possibly do to stop me? If I want to suck on you to your skin dissolves, can you stop me, no. If I want to use you as a tampon, can you stop me, no. If I want to use you as a toe separator while I paint my toenails, can you stop me, no." I was turning myself on the more I spoke.

"If I want to use you as toilet paper, can you stop me, no. If I want to use you as a dildo, can you stop me, no. So there you go, basically your my slave and I can use you however and whenever I wish."

He looked at me with a look that was pure terror but then the looked changed to one that if he was full size would have scared the shit out of me but with my new found control and power in life I was mere'ly amused until he hissed "that may be, but you'll never own my mind, you over grown psychopathic, unbalanced, crazy cunt! So up yours bitch, you'll never enslave me completely."

My stare turned to Icicles as I shifted him in my grip until his body was consumed and only his head stuck out from my clenched fist.

"How dare you, you little piece of shit!" Shaking him in my fist. "You make it sound like your going to be here for a while, well I wouldn't be so sure. Remember when I said I wouldn't hurt you, I lied! The truth is I'm going to fuck you raw and if you survive, I'll just keep using you until you don't. Time to have some fun!"

With that, Heather got up and walked over to her dresser carrying Jack at her side nonchalantly. He was getting motion sickness from the ride but when she stopped to look through her draw he couldn't help staring at her immense and incredibly shapely thigh which was directly in front of his face. She had on a Black leather mini skirt which exposed a lot of leg.

He remember just earlier in the evening how much he wanted to get that skirt off. Now because of his pig headed outburst which he kept making throughout the night he was going to get more of Heather then he could have ever hoped for.

Why the fuck do I act so tuff all the time he thought. Then from above Jack heard "ahhh, found it! Now Jack, what was one of the last things you just said to me?"

Bringing him up to her billboard size face she said "hmmm, let me think, oh yes, up yours was it?" As she was saying that she slowly brought up the contents of the other hand dangling from her finger tips for Jack to see and said very casually "Ok" and sneered at him. She was holding a tube of K-Y Jelly.

Jack reacted immediately, "Noooo! Heather! I'm sorry! Please, this is just all so overwhelming, I didn't mean it, pleaaasse don't do this."

"Save it" I said. "Usually it hurts up there but I think at your size your feel just about right." Heather put the tube down and grabbed a ruler out of the draw and held it along side of him.

"Yup, I was pretty close before in my guess, your just under four inches and don't have nearly the girth a good size dick does. Yes, this is going to be quite nice, for me that is."

Jack was still protesting and whimpering all the while "Please Heather, I'll do what ever you want, I'll completely be your slave, just don't do this."

"Whatever" I said dismissing him and placed Jack between my teeth as you would a pencil and clamped down on him. His screams became even louder, guess he thought I was going to eat him right there, fortunately for him I just needed a place to hold him while I undressed.

Removing my skirt and blouse I walked to the full length mirror I had and took in the view. It was very surreal to see a tiny man screaming his head off between your teeth. Only his left arm was free from the vice grip I had on him which was of course flailing all over the place.

I was becoming wetter and wetter by the moment, the sexual rush I was just feeling a little while ago before his tirade ruined it was returning 10 fold. I started rubbing my body all over and flicked at his body with my tongue. The view I was looking at from the mirror was too much for me to take.

I ran to my dresser again grabbed a hand held mirror and the K-Y and ran back to the full length mirror, backed up till I was touching the wall across the mirror and removed my bra and panty's. Then I spread my legs apart and slid down the wall until I was in a squatting position.

I removed Jack from my mouth noticing all the teeth marks on his body and placed him under my right barefoot with his head sticking out from the arch. I wanted him to get a good look at what was in store for him. I squeezed a portion of lube into my hand and worked my fingers into it. Jack never took his eye's off me and never stopped whimpering which I was grateful for. His helplessness was a huge turn on for me, I was reveling in the control I had of this pathetic little thing of a man.

Taking my middle finger I slowly worked it into my puckered hole, gradually loosing it up and moving my finger about. Soon I put two fingers in and had it worked up enough for my little toy.

"Jaaaccckkk" I said teasing him. "It's tiiiiimme."

Jack took his struggling and screaming to new levels as I reached for him. I lifted him out from under my foot and held him in my palm. With my free hand I squeezed some K-Y onto him and said sarcastically "a little dab will do you" and laughed at my little joke.

I worked the lube all over Jacks body then asked him "hey Jack, ever want to be someones butt plug? Well, doesn't matter, your about to be mine."

Jack pleaded some more, "please Heather, I'm sorry, I'll be good."

"To late Jack, you had your chance, now you get to massage my rectum walls like a good butt plug."

I pinched his legs together and slowly inserted him up to his Knees and let go. Tightening my hole to make sure he didn't slip out, I admired his dangling form from my asshole in the full length mirror and the hand held mirror which I positioned under me.

"Oh God!" I said. This is such a rush. I grabbed Jack again and screwed him clockwise up to his chest. This is too much, I'm ready to explode and I haven't even touched myself yet. I was moving Jack in and out as I started to work on my clit with my free hand.

I began moaning, as I increased the speed on Jack and my sopping nub. Bucking my hips I began working two fingers into my pussy.

"Oh God!" I screamed again, I can't take this, I'm using the whole body of a man to fuck my ass! Jack was moving at a furious speed. If Heathers fingertips hadn't been enclose from the top of his chest to his head he was sure his neck would have snapped from the pace.

Heathers screams were deafening to him, he wished this nightmare would end already when all of a sudden he stopped moving and was in fact removed from his prison. Thank God Jack thought, she's taking me out. But to Jacks horror he found his relief short lived, when in one deft motion, as soon as his feet cleared her hole, Heather spun him around in her fingers and plunged Jack back up her anus.

Things happened so fast for Jack he barely had time to scream out "noooo" as his shout was cut off in mid scream. Heather was so hot at the thought of what she was doing to this guy that she needed more of it. What's more humiliating and a show of power then being inserted into a womans ass hole? She quizzed herself, of course she thought, being inserted head first.

So she quickly removed Jack spun him around and plunged him back in head first this time and began fucking herself furiously never feeling so good in her life. For Jack though it was just the opposite. The inside of Heathers ass was like a furnace and he was constantly gagging on the foul air.

He kept trying to push her tunnel walls from his face and this feeling just turned her on more so she purposely kept directing him into it. All Jack could do was endure her subjection's, he never felt worse. But not Heather, she was in paradise, finger fucking her pussy with a little man filling up her ass, she couldn't take anymore.

Not wanting to cut her plaything in half while tensing her puckered ring during orgasm but not wanting to lose the sensation of having him in there, Heather stuffed Jack in so that just his feet were outside her asshole and finished herself off using her now free hand to work her clit.

Heather was screaming so loud she thought someone would call the police, "Oh God oh God oh God" she kept repeating when finally she was hit with the best orgasm she had ever experienced in her life.

Jack felt himself plunged up the rest of the way while listening to heathers body which sounded like an ocean to him with all her fluids racing around. Then suddenly he felt an incredible amount of pressure being applied to his body but most of all his ankles.

Heathers orgasm was so great that her puckered ring clenched so tight that Jack felt his ankles snapping as each were broken, Jack screamed and soon passed out from the ordeal.

Heather still remained in a squatted position, head back against the wall dreamily coming down from her climax faintly aware that she snapped Jacks ankles but not caring the slightest. Who cares she thought, from what I just experienced, who the fuck cares.

Finally Heather managed to stand back up never removing Jack from his confines. She figured he was small enough to have some air left in there assuming he's even alive after that, if he's not, at least she had a great time she thought.

Just walking through her room, knowing she had Jack up her ass still and feeling him there of course was giving her another rush. Jack woke up to a rising sensation and a lot of pain, then it hit him, I'm still in her, she must be standing up. Heather never made it to her intended destination which was the kitchen, the feeling she was receiving from her ass was driving her crazy again.

She made a pit stop in the bathroom, lifted her right leg and placed her foot on the sink and peered down to her little slaves feet. She couldn't stifle a giggle that escaped her lips, I have to control my passion a little she thought or this guy is never gonna make it.

She knew he was alive still just from his movements inside her and knew she should remove him before he does die but she couldn't get a hold of her emotions. Then a thought hit her and a wicked smile played across her lips. Lets see if I can move him in and out without touching him.

Jack's air was running out, and by this point all his fight had gone out him. Then he felt Heathers anus muscles start to manipulate him, moving him out, what is she doing he thought, is she crapping me out?

Heather was getting worked up again watching her asshole manipulate Jack about. She started rubbing her already dripping lips again and watched Jacks body move out a little when she pushed, then a little more when she pushed again until he was half way out. Then she contracted her muscles so that Jack moved slowly back up her hole to his knees. Push-Jack was out to his waist, push-out to his chest, contract-back up to his waist, contract-up to his knees, push-out to his waist, push-out to his chest, contract-up to his waist, push-out to his chest, contract-up to his waist.

Jack couldn't take it anymore, he was being prodded and squeezed over and over again. She's playing with me he thought, like some fucking sex toy, I can't believe this. Jack broke down and started crying hoping his ordeal would soon be over.

God, Heather thought, I have to get off again, I have to go back to the bedroom, I have another use for him. So just like that, Heather contracted and jack went up to his knees, contract-up to his ankles, contract and Jack was sucked completely inside with a wet smack. Heather stayed in that position fingering herself for another minute before finally staggering back to the bedroom.

She crawled up onto her bed and lowered her rear while on her hands and knees looking beneath herself. Hope I can get him out she thought. She pushed-nothing, damn she thought, come on, push-a little foot came out push-another foot, she pushed a little more till she could get a hold of her toy and yanked him out not wanting to waste anymore time.

Of course taking him out that way was very painful on Jacks ankles, Heather didn't care, she just dropped him rather roughly to the bed below her and looked at him between her legs while she remained on her knees.

Jack was in tremendous pain and coughing, trying to take in lungfulls of the fresh air now provided him. He rolled onto his back and looked at the immense form above him. God he thought, she's huge, tilting his head back to look at a smiling Heather.

Jesus, she feels nothing for me "how could you do this to me" I managed to cough out. Definitely have some bruised ribs to go along with my now useless ankles.

Heather pouted in mock concern, and said "how? you mean your not having fun" she laughed.

"I'm still a human being" Jack wheezed. "No" Heather said, "no you stopped being that when you shrunk to less then 4 inches. Now your just property, my property, and noowww, I need to get off again and your going to help. Don't worry I'll do all the work. I'll even make you a little more comfortable" she said as she grabbed a pillow, picked up Jack and placed him on the pillow then repositioned him and the pillow between her legs.

She then lowered herself down into a split position, maneuvering herself so her pussy was right over Jack. Wow, Heather thought, my Vulva's the same size as him. Heathers passion was skyrocketing again and she couldn't hold back anymore.

She said "Jack, Jack you don't mind if my pussy eats you do you?" Jack made no response except to cry.

"Thought not" she said as she lowered her self more until her lips were touching Jacks form. Oh fuck, I have to have him right now she thought and said "dinner time" and lowered herself the rest of the way.

Jack disappeared from Heathers sight as her lips spread out to take in Jacks form. Pools of her love juice was flowing all over Jack. Heather started to rock her hips frontwards and backwards as she humped Jacks body into the pillow.

Jack took up to screaming again, the human will to live just keeps taking over whenever one is faced with death. At least he thought this wasn't as bad as her ass but it was still tremendously uncomfortable for him. He was being humped into submission and drowning on her fluids, he wondered how long before he finally gave out, he was sure he couldn't survive an orgasm of hers in this position. She only put the pillow there so he could last longer.

Heather in the meantime took to circular motions with her hips alternating with frontward and backward thrusts. She new this climax would be greater then the last, Heather added another move to her lovemaking techniques on poor Jack.

She would slowly raise up coming out of her spilt position while maintaining her grip on Jack with her lips. Picking him up with her vulva a few inches (about 10 feet to Jack) she would relax her grip and watch him plunge to the pillow between her legs, she got another sexual charge watching her pussy play with him this way, then she would immediately pounced back down on Jack engulfing him once again moving her hips front and back, side to side, around and around and any which way she could think of to fuck Jack senseless.

Again she stopped long enough to rise, drop jack and swallow him up again immediately falling right back into rhythm. She did this again and again and again till her motions were becoming so frantic she was just bouncing away on Jack, she ceased with the game of picking up and dropping him and just let herself go, pouncing, humping and grinding Jack into submission.

Jack new it was over, he cursed the pillow below him, he figured without it he would at least be unconscious by now or even better, dead. His will to survive was gone, he was busted up in so many places he lost track, chest was collapsed, what ever breath he could take in he gagged on her fluids, ribs were broken, so were his legs and arms for that matter.

He was vaguely aware that her speed and pressure increased as he was being moved all about, finally he felt her just pouncing up and down on him and knew his time was up, Jack herd a loud audible crunch after 4 or 5 bounces and drifted off to oblivion as Heather crushed his form to her pussy.

Heather climax in an earth shattering coming down from her high as she continued to thrust against Jake and her pillow. Until finally she just leaned forward and collapsed onto her bed curling herself up with the pillow between her legs and Jack nestled in the folds of her vagina for a very sound and long sleep.



Part 3

"mmmpphh, mmmpphh, mmmpphh"

'Oh, got lost in thought there, looks like someone needs more air' I said as I leaned back.

'Gasp-gasp-gasp. Hol holy sh shit, your gon gonna kill me la lady'

'Mmmmm' I pretended to think 'yeah, probably' he looked at me uncertain, not knowing if I was serious or not.

'No really' I said 'you probably won't make it through the night. It's not that I want to, it's just that I can't control my self when I become aroused. Funny how that is you know, controlling you completely but having none over myself. Hmmph, I shrugged my shoulders while looking him.

Anyway, take a deep breath' he started to protest but my tit rolled back over him before he got the chance. Now, where was I, oh yes, I had just drifted off too a blissful sleep after having my way with Jack...

When I awoke the next morning I didn't remember the events of the previous night right away. I stretched and tussled my hair when suddenly everything came rushing back. Holy shit I thought, did that really happen. I sat up, and took a look between my legs. The pillow that had been there was now more or less off to the side of the bed but I didn't see any sign of Jack.

Jeeze, my pussy was a mess, my juices were certainly flowing last night. I spread my lips open and there was Jack stuck to my folds. I peeled him off me and held him up, my God I thought, what the hell came over me.

I laid Jack on the bed between my legs. He was a bigger mess then my pussy, limbs in awkward positions, bruises like nothing I ever seen, chest caved in and completely covered in my cum.

I started trembling, how could I do that I thought. I used and abused Jack until he couldn't be used anymore. I was riddled with guilt. I got up grabbed a kleenex from the night stand, scooped up Jack went to the bathroom and flushed him down the toilet, feeling yet another wave of guilt as to how casually I just discarded his remains.

I then took a nice long hot shower playing over the events from the night before.

Ok, sure he was an asshole, but he deserved to be slapped or told off, maybe have his ass kicked to teach him respect but not killed.

How could I lose it like that, he even tried reasoning with me that he was a human being and I just dismissed him. That should have snapped me back to the reality of what I was doing to him right there but instead it just turned me on more. They say power corrupts and boy did it ever last night.

As the day wore on, my guilt didn't give way any so I began to focus on what was probably the most confounding question which was how did he shrink in the first place. If I was the cause, how then? I've heard the theories on telekinesis but as far as I can remember that just gives you the ability to move objects, not alter it's form.

Besides, I never formalized a thought which said gee I wish this guy was 4 inches tall. Maybe it wasn't me, maybe it was entirely something on his end. Maybe he caught a new disease that's about to become world know. News Flash - Shrinking Flu hits the US, keep your loved ones in high places to avoid being smushed, stayed tuned for small update's on the hour. I chuckled at my corny joke.

As the weeks went by I started coming out of my depression but still had no real answers to what had happened and the guilt I was feeling was being overshadowed by another feeling, lust.

Until now I hadn't given any thought to the pleasure I had felt that night, only the guilt of taking a life. Now the tides were turning and my depression was growing into fear.

Heather girl, what the hell are you thinking. You can't possibly be considering doing that again. Besides, I'm probably not even capable of making someone shrink. Then what are you so scared of I asked myself. Why haven't you gone out since that night.

Because of the outside chance I can cause it to happen. I don't want to do that again, I argued with myself. Oh bullshit Heather, tell me you didn't love it? The feeling of power you held over that shrunken fool. You loved having a slave to subject to your every whim. You had your own live sex toy in the palm of your hand and loved every minute of it, admit it.

No, no, shut up I told myself. I can't do that again I just can't. But I knew I was dangerously close to slipping over the edge again.

I think deep down I knew the only way I would avoid a repeat of that fateful night would be if in fact I had no ability to shrink someone, but somewhere out of the dark recesses of my mind came a laugh, oh, but don't worry darling, you do, you do. About a month had gone buy since my night with Jack, a long time to be in for a 24 year old like myself and my friends had grown tired of my excuses. My best friend Trisha took it upon herself to come over to my house and drag me out for a night of partying with the girls. Trish let herself in as she always does with a key I had given her. Whenever she needs a place to crash she comes here. We've been best friends since childhood, I absolutely love her. We went to the same kindergarten together, the same elementary school, junior high, high school and even refused to part ways for college. We research all the universities and found one we both agreed on. She could always talk me into anything and has had enough of my hermit routine lately. I was just gathering my things up in my bedroom when she walk in and said 'ready girl?' 'I am, where we going' I asked 'Roosevelt's, so make sure you have enough cash' Roosevelt's was a highly upscale club. $30 bucks to walk in the door, VIP rooms the works. 'Don't worry' I said. 'If I run out I'm sure I won't have to much difficulty finding a volunteer to quench my thirst. Roosevelt's was full of rich pretty boy's all to eager in there efforts too get you too bed. There's always a drink to be bought for you, a cigarette to be lit or a chair being pulled all in hopes of taking home one of the many model types which frequent this place on a regular basis. I've never seen so many 6 foot blondes in one place in my life. I'm not one to feel insecure about my looks (believe me I've had my share of men falling all over me) but this place was on another level. Which was why I was actually glad we were going here tonight. Maybe with all the plastic candy to look at I'll be passed over, I hope, well part of me hopes anyway. 'Ok, lets go' I said. 'Finally, me and the girls haven't seen you in a month, were definitely partying tonight. Although every time I see your place I can't say I blame you for not going out. You can have the best parties here. Probably been bringing in escorts all month you little slut. 'Trishhhaaa' I whined. Don't be Jealous, just because my parents own half of wall street and gave me a fantastic house a cool car (Jaguar Sport) a 35 foot power boat a... ok, you can be a little jealous. 'Tease.' 35 minutes later we were at Roosevelt's. Bypassed the huge line in front (another little privilege of being daddy's girl) and met our friends, Christine, Jessie and Rachel. Jessie and Rachel hooked up within the first hour, would have been quicker but they wanted to catch up on girl talk. Jess and Rach fall along the lines of those model types I spoke of earlier so guy's are a dime a dozen for them. Christine is more along the lines of me and Trish and the three of us hit the dance floor. Chris went off with some guy a short time later but Trish and I stayed out on the floor. We both absolutely love to dance and got a pretty good work out. Guys kept joining in but couldn't keep up and would eventually make there way back to the bar which we finally did ourselves. The last two guys who wussed out on the dance floor came over to us again and started up with the chit chat and bought us drinks. I had been taking it easy because I was still nervous about how this night would turn out so I allowed them to buy me one. The one who latched on to Trisha was named Greig and mine was Tim. Tim was actually pretty sweet (not to mention cute) but Greig was a little too full of himself and eventually crashed and burned with Trish. We talked for a while before Trish excused herself and said she was going to find the rest of our group. Before going she whispered into my ear that she was getting a VIP room for me and Eric. I tried to protest but she was gone. Tim continued talking to me and Greig looked annoyed before venturing off, no doubt in search of another bite. I was enjoying Tim's company very much but I was getting more and more nervous. My embers were growing hotter by the minute. Should I blow him off or just relax and see where this goes. I opted for choice number two and eventually ended up in the VIP room after Trish dropped off the card for us. She said have fun kissed me on the cheek and said that she and what's ever left of the group would drop by in a little while to join us. So off me and Tim went to our room and settled into a large rounded booth that seats about 10. We made ourselves comfortable, talked a little more and eventually Tim made his move. He started kissing my neck and cheek and eventually found my lips and we had a moderate little makeout session. Tim was a great kisser and I was getting very hot. Not a good thing for Tim here. All along I kept thinking, try it, go on give it a shot. Nobody's here. I told myself to shut up that I was having a good time with Tim at this size. Yes but you know you'll have even more fun with Tim as your slave. Not gonna happen so shut up. Try it. No. Yes. Damn it, leave me alone. itty bitty Timmy, barley bigger than your thumb, push him in your tusshy, hump him till he's mushy. (Fine, I'll try, shrink. See nothing, can't do it.) use him in your pussy, rub him on your titty, just think of all the things you can do with itty bitty Timmy. Shit, that's it, your mine you little fucker. The next thing I knew I was kissing air. I looked down and there was Tim's clothes in a heap. Shit, I have to figure out how to get their clothes to shrink with them. I quickly lifted up his shirt and there he was looking very disoriented as I imagined it should be to go through such a drastic change. He looked to be the same size as Jack had been. I grabbed him and stuck him under my thigh. I was wearing a satin skirt which wrapped around the hip like a sash and showed a hell of a lot of skin on one leg and an adequate amount on the other. Tim ended under the leg which was barely covered. I fumbled around with his pants till I found his wallet, stuck it in my purse and threw the clothes under the table. It had a very long table cloth so I didn't have to worry about anyone spotting them when they entered the room. I lifted Tim out from under my leg who was a little short on breath at this point being as how he was completely under my bare thigh. I held him up to my face with my index finger and thumb on each side of his hips and looked him over. He was very calm, I mean he was trembling all over but at least he wasn't screaming his head off. Tim was having a hard time not going into shock over his situation. He first thought he was having a bad acid trip but the reality of the situation was starting to settle in. He was aware he was being held in front of a beautiful billboard size face with sweet warm breath washing over his little form and the most luscious pair of lips he had ever seen. Suddenly those lips parted slightly and moved toward him and planted a soft kiss on him which covered him from head to mid section. Heather sat there taking it all in, staring at her catch as the feelings she just felt a month before came rushing back like a tidal wave. 'I'm going to have such fun' Heather said to the little man and planted a kiss on his tiny body. With that she opened her skirt, pulled her panty's open and dropped Tim down inside and let the elastic snap back in place. Fixed her skirt and began to work on a story to tell Trish. Tim never realized where Heather was putting him. He never noticed her working open her skirt and panty's because he couldn't break his gaze away from her face and the fact that the kiss she planted on him felt incredible. It was all he could think about. Then she said those words to him and he started plummeting at an alarming rate. He came to a stop for a brief second then went into a free fall which ended when he hit something large and soft. He finally realized she had dropped him into her panty's and that he was lying on top of her vulva. Then Tim felt her fingers from the outside start to manipulate him around till he was lying face down on top of her mons with his head pointing at her feet. Heather didn't like the position Tim ended up in after she dropped him to her crotch so she absent mindly maneuvered him about her pussy till she had him the way she wanted while she thought about what she would say to Trish. Meanwhile, Tim couldn't move do to snugness of the silk panty's pressing him to her nether regions. So he did the only thing he could which was reflect on what the hell just happened in the last 5 minutes. All he knew was after a few minutes of making out with him she suddenly got much more intense and started becoming much more passionate with her kisses and now he was being kissed by a completely different set of lips. Tim, although scared, found himself excited in his current arrangements, after all he was lying on top of a very attractive woman's vulva with his manhood pressed into her soft and now moist flesh. And women complain to us about sleeping in the wet spot he thought. At the same time his mind was reeling as to how he got to this point in the first place. How does a person shrink and more importantly what are her plans? The words she spoke to him before she dropped him to his current home were filling him with dread. She said I'm going to have such fun. Not we're going to have such fun. He was becoming very concerned for his safety. Trish finally entered the VIP room and sat down next Heather. 'So, where's mister wonderful?' Trish asked me. 'You mean you didn't pass him on the way in here?' 'No why?' 'He mumbled something about how he had to find Greig because he was Greig's ride and couldn't desert him.' 'Oh bullshit! Guys always desert there friends when they have a chance to hook up. It's some kind of universal understanding they have with each other. They could be miles from civilization, and if one of them met a woman, he would be like, your on your own pal. And the one who didn't hook up would be like, oh no problem, you go ahead, I'll manage. I laughed and said 'well, he left, guess he just didn't like me enough' 'Loser' Trish said. 'had the best girl in the place' I smiled at her as she tried to console me thinking I was probably feeling down on myself. 'Don't worry Trish, I'm more durable then that. Plenty of guy's out there for me to have my way with.' 'You go girl.' Shall we venture back out or call it a night?' 'Naa, lets pick this up another night. I'm beat, just gonna go home and sleep.' 'Ok, we don't have to bother rounding up the girls, they're already gone.' I chuckled. 'Figures' 'Lets get out of here.' Truth is, sleep was the furthest thing from my mind. Sitting there talking with Trish and having Tim down my undies was driving me wild. What a rush, Trish was sitting there ripping Tim for leaving and he wasn't even more then 20 inches from her. If I thought I was getting hot just sitting there with Tim between my legs it was nothing compared to how it felt once I started walking. Feeling Tim's body shifting side to side on my lips as I walked was like a five alarm fire in my pussy. It wanted to swallow him completely. Half way out of the club I grabbed Trisha's hand and pulled her to the dance floor. 'One more grind' I said to Trish. 'Yeah sure, that's cool.' We got on the floor and I immediately started gyrating my hips. Mmmmm, this is fantastic I thought. I had my eye's closed and was rubbing my hands threw my hair and all over my body. 'God girl' Trish yelled to me over the music. 'Your hot.' I opened my eye's and looked at her and said 'you haven't seen anything yet' as I sauntered over to her. 'Bring it too me baby' Trish yelled back. I put my arms around her neck and my legs on either side of her left leg and started moving my hips up and down her thigh. Grinding my little passenger into her flesh and deeper into my lips. Tim's world had been shaking more and more since he felt Heather get up and begin walking. He also was being covered in more and more of her juices as he lay in his prison and was becoming increasingly hot. Then things really got hairy for Tim, he heard the music get louder and felt Heather moving about a lot more. Oh, shit he thought, she's dancing. I'm in a lot of trouble with this girl. Tim had already been imbedded half way into Heather's lips from her gyrating motions when suddenly he felt an enormous amount of pressure on his back. He was pushed deeper and deeper into her as she pressed on this hard but soft surface and slid herself up and down on it. Tim took to screaming for help by this point as he became very fearful for his life. He was having trouble breathing from lack of air as well as the mouthfuls of Heather's cum he was being forced to swallow. Plus the heat was unbearable, as well as the pressure on his body. He thought he would be baked to death if he didn't suffocate or be crushed first. As Heather grinded away on Trisha's thigh she heard Trish say 'um, Heath, everyone is watching us.' Heather continued for a few more seconds before finally lifting her head which had been resting against Trisha's shoulder and scanned the crowd. Sure enough every one on the dance floor not to mention some patrons around it had stopped to watched the spectacle. They made quite a sight. Aside from there dancing which was enough to draw attention, both women were dressed to the kilt. Heather was in said satin skirt which was royal blue. Plus a white cut off blouse which fit snugly over her full rounded breasts and cut low to show ample cleavage. On her feet were black opened toed shoes which had those straps which wrap half way up your ankles. Trish, who is 5'8' with long curly blonde hair which falls to the left side and reaches the middle of her back and has a very athletic body had on red leather shorts and matching jacket which just reaches the waist. A black cut off sports top and on her feet were black mini suede boots. 'opps, I'm sorry' she said to Trish feeling embarrassed and trying to regain her composure. 'Don't be, it was hot. We just gave this place a show it won't soon forget.' Both girls laughed and Heather led Trish out by the hand to an encore of whistles and clapping. They grabbed there stuff and left bursting out the door giggling and laughing over there little demonstration. Tim was greatly relieved for the grinding motion to stop, he was on the verge of passing out and feared he would drown if he did. He was still in a bad spot but at least the pressure and her juices had lessened. Heather settled into the passenger seat and immediately placed her palm over her pussy and rub some more before Trish got in the drivers side. God she couldn't wait to get home. She removed her hand when she realized she was seeping through her skirt. Uh oh, she thought and placed her purse on top of her lap. Tim felt Heather sit down and then felt his body being rubbed and pushed deeper inside her lips. This time when her hand left his form he realized he had now been completely sealed inside her lips. The ride took way to long for heather's liking as Tim's constant struggling was driving her insane. She was sure Trish could smell her and was doing her best not to be spotted when she would press her lips apart from time to time from the outside to give Tim some air. She didn't want her little warm wiggly dildo expiring just yet. Finally they arrived home from the 35 minute trip and Trish said 'you sure you don't want us to go out and get you a man for the night? You look like you were having sex on the way home with all that wiggling and sweating you were doing.' 'Just have to pee' I said as I fumbled for the door handle. 'Call me kiddo.' 'Wish I had piss that could do that for me.' I looked at Trish coy'ly, gave her quick kiss on the cheek, hopped out her Jeep Cherokee and ran to the house. God. Trish thought, poor girl is in heat. I got as far as the top step in my house and decided the bedroom was to far. I made a detour to the living room losing my skirt along the way and collapsed onto the couch. I shucked out of my panty's and spread my lips open looking in on it's occupant. Tim felt like he'd been through the ringer. Fighting unconsciousness for a while now. Fortunately or unfortunately Heather kept providing me with air Tim thought. What she wouldn't do, was do so something about the oppressive heat and the faucet which she was unloading on me. I wondered if I'd be better off drifting into oblivion right there. Who knows what else this girl has in store for me. Then without warning my world began to jar me all about. Felt like a full scale earthquake. Pounding movement with me being shaken violently. She was on the move again and I figured she was running this time. Suddenly I was in a downward movement again which came to a shattering halt and then waves of cool fresh air was washing over me. I squinted my eye's trying to adjust to the sudden light I was bombarded with. When finally my eyes did adjust, I cranked my neck around and up and focused on Heather's beautiful face smiling down on me with a very seductive look. I've never seen such sexual hunger in a woman's eyes before. Your definitely in trouble Tim. 'Still with me?' I said to my little toy. He started to answer but it was a rhetorical question and my hand was already reaching for him. I can talk to him later, well, maybe. Right now I have some unfinished business to attend to. I picked him up roughly, drew my legs up so that my feet (which were still in shoes) were resting on the ends of the cushion and stuffed him up my pussy head first. I had more then enough foreplay already. I was pumping him in and out faster and faster, squeezing his body all over with my powerful muscles. It didn't take long for me to explode after what I'd been through earlier. So when I felt my orgasm ready to unleash I pushed Tim in as far as I could get him and clamped my legs shut bucking wildly on the sofa as I exploded my climax again and again all over poor Timmy. Tim never got the chance to answer his new owners question. I was looking up in awe and fear at this beautiful goddess when she ask me if I was still with her. I tried to beg her to release me but she never gave me the chance. Before I knew it I was entering this giantess and this time it was no playful embrace from her lips. I was being forced head first into her love tunnel. I thought there was lots of her cum to tend with before but it was a mere trickle to the waterfall I was being subjected to now. The speed which she moved me in and out of her was frightening and the warm soft embraces of her virgina walls were squeezing the life out of me. Finally she pushed me deep inside her and I felt like I was on a bucking bronco. Her squeezes became harder and harder and her once soft walls were now rock hard. It was all too much for me to take as I eventually passed out. Heather's screams subsided and she gradually came down from another mind blowing orgasm. 'Holy shit holy shit holy shit, that was fabulous' I said as I lay there trying to recover. I was faintly aware that he stopped moving though, wonder if he was crushed to death in there, I thought as I tried fishing him out. Please be alive, I want more, I'm not ready for the night to be over already, please please please. I finally got a hold of Tim's ankle and gently pulled him out and held him before my face by one ankle. Wow, I thought, must have been a wild ride. He was dripping wet with my cum and I could see some fresh bruises and a little trickle of blood out of the corner of his mouth and nose but nothing like what Jack had looked like. I laid him in the palm of my hand and watched his chest and sure enough it was moving. 'All right!' I yelled. How did he manage to survive that I thought? Figured for sure after I finished climaxing he was a goner. Then again I was hoping he would make it so I could have some more fun with him. Maybe that played in a roll in it. Plenty of time for analyzing later Heath, right now wake your little toy up, I want more satisfaction. I gently stroked his chest and penis and was blowing cool air on his shrunken form trying to revive him. Come on little guy wake up. I noticed his eyes start to flutter and he finally came around, I gave him a few more seconds to shake out the cobwebs. When he looked up to my beaming face I said to him 'ready for round two?' For the first time tonight Heather heard Timmy scream. To be cont...



Control: Part 4



'Aggghhhhhhh'



'Awww, was I a bit rough on the big tough man? What would your
friends think if you told them you couldn't handle a woman?'



'Heather, what the hell is wrong with you? You almost killed me.'



'Well, you know what they say, if at first you don't succeed, try
try again' Heather said to Tim giggling.



'God damn it Heather! This isn't funny, change me back right now!
how did you do this?!?'



'Oh stop being such a baby. Tell me your not excited. How many
guy's can say they explored the whole inside of a womans vagina' I
for one love the way your little warm wiggly body feels up there
squirming about. I'll never be satisfied with a measly little old
dick again, no sir, uh uh, and as far as changing you back forget
it. You're my slave until I'm finished with you.'



Tim grew pale at that last statement and continued to try and
rationalize with her.



'There is no doubt that this is an intoxicating view Heather, but
perhaps if you were a little more gentle I could enjoy this. You
keep this up and I'm going to get killed, I don't have a death
wish, please stop this.'



'Hmmm, so your saying if I let you take the reigns you might enjoy
it more?'



'I might, and I might live through this. I'm still scared shitless
though, kind of makes it a little harder to enjoy it.'



'Well, I might let you try and get me off your way but tough shit
about the fear thing. You're not here for your enjoyment, this is
about me. All to often it is the woman left unsatisfied and the guy
goes his merry way. Not for this girl anymore, my new found talent
is going to keep me extremely satisfied for a very long time. The
power I have over you and the subsequential fear that you feel is
very very gratifying to me.'



Tim didn't like the way this was going, he could see Heather being
turned on just talking about her control over him.



Heather noticed Tim realizing he wouldn't be able to talk his way
out of his present situation.



'That's right sweetie, get used to it. You exist to serve me now,
my every whim is your duty to fulfill. You have no life outside
these walls anymore, hell, you have no life outside my body. I'm
the focal point of your universe'



Heather was really getting herself cranked up. She knew if she
shoved him back inside he wouldn't survive this time so she started
trying to think of a way to prolong the evening but remain on this
sexual high she was feeling.'



Meanwhile Tim was sitting on his knees in Heather's palm with his
head bowed in utter defeat. His life had just been reduced to a
slaves existence until he expires from this giantesses sexual
urges.



'Awww is my little toy boy feeling depressed with his new station
in life'



'I thought you were nice, I liked you.' Tim replied softly with his
head still bowed not knowing if she would even here it.



This actually shook Heather out of her sexual stupor for a brief
instance and brought a sympathetic smile to her lips.



She stroked the side of his face with her index finger.



'I'm sorry Tim, I like you too but this is the way it has to be.
Assuming if I could change you back to your original size and let
you go I couldn't take that chance. What if you go to the police?
If you were the first one I've done this to then maybe I could risk
it.'



'Oh I doubt they would believe I shrank you but if they manage to
trace down the disappearance of the other man to me they might
suspect that I drugged you and that you were hallucinating and
managed to get away from me.'



'Even still, they probably wouldn't have a leg to stand on in court
but I'll tell you what would happen, my parents name would be
dragged down in the mud and I just could not do that to them.
Besides, all this is a mute point, I simply just don't want to
change you back.' I said to him as I closed my fingers around his
body and lifted him to my face and arched my eyebrows at him.'



Tim grimaced from the pressure of her fingers on his bruised body
and said nothing.



'Awww, am I holding little Timmy to tightly, here let me clean you
up a bit.'



I Licked my thumb and gently wiped the little blood from his nose
and lip away.



He was still caked in my cum so after cleaning his face I raised
him to my mouth still enclosed in my fist.



Since the only part of his body that was sticking out from my fist
was from the neck up I gently closed my lips around his head and
released him from my hand.



He hung there from my lips with his legs kicking about and his
hands trying to pry my lips apart.



I just giggled at the sight as I looked down my nose at him. Any
remaining sympathy I still felt had been washed away at that sight
and display of power.



Here was a grown man hanging from my mouth who couldn't even open
my lips. I could feel his little hands putting indentations on my
lips where he pressed but he had no success in prying them open.



His legs kicked even more and I figured his air was running out so
I slowly started sucking him into my mouth the way you would slurp
up a noodle.



I stopped when he was in up to his waist and started lapping at his
upper body. His manhood was pressed deeply into my lips and sure
enough it started coming to life. Guess he's not terrified enough
if he can still make that work I laughed to myself.



After licking and sucking his upper body clean I took my tongue and
placed it on his back the way you would hold a thermometer. I
slowly applied more pressure on his back forcing his face down into
my epiglottis. As I did this my saliva was freely flowing and
building up more and more. He was kicking and wiggling like mad as
his face was pressed against the fleshy part under my tongue and he
became covered in my saliva.



Soon his entire upper half was submerged in my spit. I let this go
on for a little longer while I played with my clit but soon
swallowed and let him up from my tongue so that his upper half was
now resting on top of it and with one quick slurp, I sucked him in
the rest of the way.



Tim's mind was reeling trying to comprehend his situation. Was I
really at the mercy of this beautiful but relentless woman he
thought. She gives nymphos a bad name, how the hell am I going to
survive a night with this vixen?



As these thoughts swam through my head Heather shifted her grip on
me so that I was now enclosed in her fist. Her warm fingers and
palm completely covered me up except for my head. Not even my feet
were peeking out from the bottom of her fist.



I winced from her grip and noticed her wetting the tip of her
thumb. My vision was soon filled with the view of her enormous
thumb pad as she gently cleaned my face with it.



The next thing I knew I was on an elevator ride to her mouth and
without missing a beat those full lush lips closed around my head
cutting of my light as well as air.



I began panicking immediately, I tried prying her lips apart but I
simply was not strong enough. I was out of air very quickly being
as how her lips had completely conformed to my head. There wasn't a
bit of air to be found, then without warning I felt this vacuum
effect drawing me into her mouth. This of course was Heather simply
sucking in air but to me it was an enormous force I couldn't
resist.



My relief of being able to breath again was short lived however as
Heather started bombarding me with her tongue. With her lips
clamped around my waist she started licking at my upper body.



She would lift her tongue pressing me against the roof of her mouth
then draw it back from my waist to my head then push back in the
other direction, then draw back to my head and push back to my
waist, draw back to my head, push back to my waist. She did this
about 5 or 6 times keeping me pinned to her roof all the while.
Then she would let me down and suck on me for a few seconds only to
repeat the whole process over again



Again I found breathing very difficult since my face was pressed
into her tongue not to mention the pressure on my body from being
pinned by this powerful muscle.



After enduring this for a while Heather decided to play another
game with me. She took her tongue and placed it on my back and
began to press down on me, forcing me to the bottom of her mouth.



Again I found air hard to come by as she had my face pressed into
her epiglottis. As if that wasn't bad enough she held me there as
her saliva started building up until at last I was completely
summered. I was losing consciousness and thought this was it. Never
thought I would die by drowning in a woman's saliva but to my
surprise Heather swallowed and quickly sucked me in the rest of the
way.



I began weeping as I just couldn't endure her games anymore, no
longer did I entertain the idea that I could get out of this. The
Heather I met earlier was no where to be found in the devilish mind
of the Heather which owned me now. I wish she would just finish me
off already.



Heather meanwhile was having a wonderful time, the many ways she
could dominate this little man with her mouth was just delightful
to her.



Let's see, what else can I do to him with my mouth Heather thought
to herself. Finally she smiled as a wicked idea came to her.
Heather tilted her head back drew in a deep breath and blew Tim out
of her mouth with all her might.



Tim shot out like a cannon flipping end over end and landed with a
thump into Heather's cupped hands. Heather just giggled at the
sight of him lying in a rather awkward position.



'Wow, that looked fun Timmy' she said as she picked him up by one
arm and dangled him before her face.



'What do you say to me for treating you to such a spectacular
ride'?



Tim had no fight in him and knew what she wanted to here and said
'thank you.'



'Thank you What?'



'Thank you mistress.'



'Much better, but I have an even more fun game for you. Do you
remember when you were a kid eating an ice cream cone? How would
you get to the little ice cream left packed into the bottom of the
cone. You could do two things, one is, just pop the whole thing in
your mouth, crunch it up and swallow,'



She paused to watch his reaction, his eye's stretch wide with
terror at the thought of being eaten alive then she continued.



'Or, you could do what I did and place the cone just inside your
mouth and suck out the ice cream. I always made a game out of it
seeing how much suction it would take to remove that last little
bit of ice cream.'



'Guess what? Your my last little bit of ice cream.'



'Nooooooo, please Heather, this is insane, let me go.'



'Nope, I'm gonna hold you in place with my lips and suck your
insides out.'



Tim started gibbering, Heather couldn't even make out what he was
saying.



She place him up to his waist inside her mouth and held him with
her lips. Then started gently sucking in, stop then suck a little
harder, stop suck harder, then harder.



Each time she would draw in air she could see his little legs
flutter about, this coincided with each inhalation, she couldn't
believe how hot this was making her as she fingered her self
furiously.



To Tim, it felt like being in a giant vacuum, the first few breaths
weren't bad but as they grew in pressure he could feel every fiber
of his body drawn in. He couldn't think straight, his air would be
sucked away in an instant every time she drew in breath, he was
nauseous, his eyeballs felt like the would shoot out any moment
along with all his organs. Finally he couldn't endure anymore and
passed out.



Heather meanwhile had no intentions of actually sucking him dry,
she just wanted to scare him, however a couple of times as she
neared climax she almost involuntarily sucked in very hard but
fought the urge to do so.



The thought of his insides exploding out into her mouth was not to
appealing to her. However swallowing him whole was a completely
different matter but not now.



She pulled his limp body from her mouth, noticed he was still alive
and lazily mopped him around in her juices cleaning up her vagina.



'Come on Timmy' she chided 'wake up, were not done here yet, I have
so many more games to play with you' she said with a grin.



Heather while wiping her pussy clean with Tim's body glanced at her
feet still drawn up on the edge of the couch and had another idea.



She stuck Tim back in her mouth and reached down and undid the
straps of her right shoe that wrapped up around her leg. When she
got it undone to where she wanted she took Tim, placed him with his
back against the inside of her ankle and laced the straps back up
securing Tim to her leg.



She then leaned back on the couch to admire the view. The sight of
Tim strapped to her ankle was intoxicating to her, she was getting
wet just looking at him.



Heather noticed Tim waking up and stared at him intently smiling
all the while.



Tim was trying to shake the cobwebs out of his head. He was aware
that he couldn't move his body except for his head. He slowly
started to take in the view as his head hung looking below. He
noticed the black straps on his chest and legs and now knew why he
couldn't move.



As he lifted his head he noticed directly in front of him was a
gigantic foot that had the same straps running up the leg. That's
when he realized where he was, he was tied to Heather's ankle by
her shoe!



He immediately took in the rest of the view, Heather's drooling
cunt was right to his left and as he scanned up her body he came to
Heather's smiling face.



Tim began crying again, 'No more, please, no more.'



'Hi slave boy, you're no longer my last bit of ice cream, now your
my shoe accessory. You look so cute down there that maybe I'll keep
you that way forever. Wouldn't that be nice?'



Heather got up and started walking around the living room admiring
her shoe attachment.



'Hmmm, you are just adorable.'



Tim felt like he would be cut in half with every step she took and
looked up with pleading eyes at Heather.



Heather walked over to the server in her living room, lifted the
foot with Tim attached and placed it on the server. Leaned on the
wall with her left hand and reached up under her lifted leg and
began stroking her clit.



She looked at Tim and said 'Tiiimmyyyy, I'm so hot looking at you
all cute and helpless strapped in my foot wear that I need to get
off again but don't worry, this one is easy for you. You just sit
tight enjoy the show and regain your strength.'



'You're going to need it, after this you become a real slave, I'm
going to make you a true submissive.'



As Heather worked on her pussy Tim weeped silently wondering what
she had in store for him next.



To be cont....

Control - Part 5



Heather's fingers worked in and out of her pussy at a furious rate as Tim watched her climax and wished he could cover his ears as she screamed out her orgasm.



'Oh my' Heather said out of breath, 'that just keeps getting better every time, this power trip is such a rush.'



'For some people' Tim said.



'Not for some people slave, for the only person that is important to you, I'm your life now, don't forget it.'




Heather looked down on Tim who wasn't looking so good.



'Thirsty, toy boy?' Heather asked Tim.



Tim shook his head yes vigorously.



Smiling she took her two fingers still covered in her cum reached down to Tim and smeared her fingers all over his face.



'Just marking my property, now drink up' she said but Tim did nothing.



'Now don't make me angry itty bitty, your training begins now and eating my cum will be one of your more enjoyable chores so don't pass up a reward.



Tim didn't mind doing this of course, after all he's gone down on women before and enjoyed taking in there cum but being humiliated and ordered about wasn't to his liking. However, he was growing more apprehensive about the direction her games were heading and decided she was right, no sense in making her angry over this task. He started licking his lips and tried to take in as much of her juices as he could.



'Good boy' Heather said.



Heather then lowered her foot down off the furniture and began walking to the kitchen. To Tim, the lowering of her foot to the floor was like being on a runaway elevator. He felt his stomach lurch and his ears pop at the speed of his decent. He stopped with a bone jarring halt, then immediately began moving again as she started walking.



Tim was getting motion sickness and was beginning to feel in awe of this giantess. The power she held over him was mind numbing. Here he was strapped to her ankle by her shoe and the simple task of her walking was nearly making him pass out. On top of feeling sick, each step she took made him feel like his bones would turn to brittle and the straps would dig painfully into his body as her muscles flexed.



Heather walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine then returned to the living room sofa and placed her right ankle with it's passenger on top of her left knee so that Tim was facing up.



She sat there sipping her wine and staring at new property, contemplating his training.



Tim didn't like the look in Heather's eye's but for the life of him he couldn't break away from her gaze.



'Hmmm, ok, lets start with the ground rules shall we.'



Oh boy, here we go Tim thought.



'They are quite simple, I already completely own and control you physically and now I will own and control you mentally as well. Which means anything I tell you to do you will jump at my order, and I mean jump. Any hesitation on your part what so ever will be met with a punishment and each punishment will be worse then the one before. Every time I give you a command you will respond with the words - yes my owner - and every time you address me of your own free will you will call me Mistress, is that understood?'



Tim took to long to answer and was rewarded by Heather flexing her foot towards her.



Tim screamed out in pain from the straps stretching tightly against his form as Heather's muscles flexed.



She held her foot in this position for 20 seconds before relaxing and said 'Well, do you understand?'



'Yes my owner' Tim replied quite humiliated.



'Good slave, you'll catch on just fine.'



Heather caught Tim's gaze again and held it. All traces of a smile left her face and she said 'Just remember, I own you now, you live and breath because of me, your only goal in life now is to satisfy my needs. I make no promises on how long you live, at any giving time you may cease to exist for my sexual pleasure. If I break you to enhance my orgasm I'll simply go get another toy to be my slave, so don't ever feel like your to important or secure in your new role in life, there's plenty more where you came from. You are just a slave, a toy, a court jester for my amusement, a piece of jewelry or shoe accessory, a bar of soap, a tissue to blow my nose or anything else I wish you to be. Do you understand?'



'Yes my owner' Tim replied.



Heather smiled wickedly and said 'good, now lets get down to your first chore.'



Heather took another sip of wine then placed the glass down, reached for her foot and undid the straps releasing Tim. She then grabbed Tim's head with her thumb and index finger lifting him over to the sofa cushion next to her and dropped him onto it.



Tim was glad to be out of the straps but was more scared now then ever. The way she just handled him made it clear that she really did consider him her property and not as a human being anymore.



Heather removed both shoes and tucked her legs to the side of her so the soles of her feet were right in front of Tim and wiggled her toes at him.



Tim sat on his knees trying to comprehend just how small he had become. Her feet were more then twice as long as he was and he just slightly cleared the width.



'You know tiny, with all the dancing I've done tonight and the great orgasms I've had I'm afraid I did quite a bit of perspiring. I do think I need a bath, we can clean the feet first, would you like to clean them for me'?



Tim knowing full well what she wanted to hear replied, 'Yes my Owner. If I may add your mistress, could you please be careful with the temperature of the water when you run the bath, I'm much more sensitive at this size.'



Heather laughed at his request, 'Silly little man. First, I like to commend you for remembering to address me as mistress, secondly who said anything about running a bath?'



Tim was confused and said 'but mistress, you just said you needed a bath.'



'Yes I know.' Heather said and wiggled her toes at Tim again. 'But the only thing that will be cleaning my feet is your tongue.' Heather said with an evil grin.



Tim looked at Heather in shock and said 'my my tongue mistress?'



'Yes, your tongue, as in a tongue bath. First you will start with the ball of my foot, be sure to get everything out of the grooves on it. Then lap up the sole, then get to work on my toes, any jam you find in between them you can eat as well. Finally, finnish by cleaning my heel up nice. I'm a pretty clean girl so it won't be to bad, now get to work slave.'



Tim was stunned, she wanted him to lick this gigantic foot clean of all its sweat and dirt.



'Mistress please, let me use a...'



He never finished his plea as Heather again picked him up by his head and dropped him on her thigh.



'First punishment slave! I warned you not to hesitate! Perhaps I was a little harsh in your first task, you'll probably run out of saliva long before you finnish cleaning my foot so I'll be generous and give you some of mine.'



Tim had no chance to protest as Heather pinned him down to her thigh. She rested her left palm down on his lower half and with her index finger and thumb of her other hand she held his head still. She then leaned over him so that her lips were positioned over his head.



Tim watched as heather work up the saliva in her mouth. Through clenched teeth Heather said 'Open!'



Tim saw no other choice but to comply and opened his mouth.



Heather then parted her lips a little so that a thin stream of drool worked it's way from her lips to Tim's mouth. Immediately Tim's mouth was full of Heather's saliva and began to run out over his face as she cut off the flow.



Tim heard one command from Heather 'Swallow!' He did as he was told and gulped down the entire mouth full.



Heather continued to speak through clenched teeth, 'You're going to finish every thing in my mouth and then you can get to work on my feet.'



Again Heather let out some more and again Tim swallowed it all. This went on till Heather's mouth was empty and Tim's stomach looked like he just ate a huge Thanksgiving dinner.



She then sat back and admired her handy work, Tim look pregnant and his face was covered in her saliva.



'Now go clean my feet and lets not have anymore disobedience.'



Tim felt ready to explode but got to his knees anyway and was about to make his trek to her feet when Heather said 'wait a minute.' She reached down picked Tim up around the mid section and wiped up the remanning saliva on her thigh with Tim's body. She then place him on the sole of her foot.



'Now you can start.'



He slid himself off her foot stood up and placed his hands against her and leaned in and began licking the ball of her foot. This time he did not hesitate to follow her orders, he definitely didn't want to be punished again. He was amazed at how big the grooves in the ball of her foot were to him at this size, he could actually fit his tongue in between them.



Heather watched Tim as he went to work, she tingled all over as she felt his little tongue lick her foot. Now she truly was this tiny guy's owner, she ordered him to clean her foot with his tongue and here he was actually doing it.



When Tim finished with the ball of her foot he moved onto her soul. The soul turned out to be the easiest to lick clean as the taste wasn't so bad here but the toes and in between them were by far the worse. Luckily Heather was right when she said she was a clean girl but still at his size anything he found was of course a huge meal for him.



Heather watched Tim move from her soul to her toes. When he leaned in to lick her big toe she flexed the top of her foot forward slapping Tim and sent him sprawling to the sofa.



'Oppps, guess you tickled me' Heather said giggling.



Yeah right Tim thought to himself getting back up to continue cleaning her toes. How humiliating, not only am I cleaning this woman's foot with my tongue she just knocked me for a loop with her toes.



Heather watched Tim get back up and approach her toes but this time she let him go to work on them. She got chills when she felt him applying his tiny tongue on her big toe and was becoming even more drunk with power. It was so intoxicating to watch this little man lap up her sweat and knew she was going to have to orgasm again soon. As he worked in between her big and second toe she smirked when he twisted his face up in disgust.



'Got a good one there huh? Now lets see you swallow it.' Tim did as he was told and did his best not to puke. 'What's the matter? You don't like jam?' Heather said teasingly.



After finishing with her toes he moved onto the heel. He found that to be about the same as licking the ball of her foot clean. A little while later Tim was finally finished with his chore.



'All done mistress.' Tim said to his owner.


Heather just smirked and said 'Not quite tiny' and shifted her other foot forward and wiggled her toes at him.



Tim couldn't believe it, it took him over an hour to do the first foot, his tongue ached and his mouth was extremely dry and now she wanted him to do the other foot.



'Please mistress, it took so long to do the first, can't we skip this one?'



Heather just shook her head in disappointment. 'I thought you were making progress, what did I say about hesitating?



Tim said nothing but looked at her in fear.



'That wasn't a rhetorical question slave! Answer me!



'You said I would be punished my owner' Tim answered and hung his head dejectedly.



'That's right and this is your second punishment so it has to be worse then the first. Hmmm, what to do what to do?' Heather wondered allowed.



Tim was now crying and said 'Please, please don't make me drink your saliva again mistress.'



'Of course not, it has to be worse remember but believe me after what I just thought of you'll be begging to drink it. Now you were right about one thing it did take a while to finnish the first one.' Heather said as she lowered her hand to her foot and continued 'So lets speed things up for you a bit.'



Tim watched as Heather took her thumb and pressed into her heel then slowly but forcefully slid her thumb from her heel to her toes then repeat the process over and over again.



Heather made several passes on her foot with her thumb while watching the fear on Tim's face as he was pondering what his next punishment was.



'Hungry slave?' Heather asked Tim as he watched her pinch something from her foot and begin rolling it back in forth between her thumb and index finger.



'How do you feel about hot dogs?'



Oh no Tim thought, she can't be serious but to Tim's Horror she was.



Heather had worked up the sweat on her foot into a hot dog shaped clump of dirt which she now held out to Tim on the tip of her index finger.



'Eat it! And no leaving the dinner table till you finnish every bit' Heather said wickedly.



Tim was disgusted at the thought but didn't dare hesitate again for fear of a worse punishment. As he reached for his dinner Heather lowered her finger to her foot.



'Eh eh, on your knees slave and no hands, I want you eating this off my foot' she said as she left her offering to him on the soul of her foot.



Tim obeyed getting to all fours and leaned into take his first bite. God he thought and almost gagged, this is awful. I'll never look at hot dogs the same.



Heather watched as Tim's face cringed after he took his first bite and said 'Chew it till its nice and mushy, I want you to experience the taste in all it's glory, no quick swallows.'



Shit Tim thought, she feels nothing for me anymore. It's like lets see what I can make him do next, she's completely drunk on power not to mention booze. I have to find away to escape, maybe when she finally goes to sleep, if she sleeps, it has to be around 3 or 4 in the morning now and she hasn't shown any signs of slowing down.



Heather watched as Tim finally took his last bite and swallowed. 'Lick up the mess you made.' Heather ordered Tim.



Tim finished, sat back on his knees and looked up at his owner for further instructions.



'Thirsty?' Heather asked mischievously.



Tim had a pretty good idea what that drink would be but he needed something to wash his mouth out and replied 'Yes my owner.'



'Well I have just the thing but you didn't like it so much last time, are you sure you want it?'



'Yes my owner.'



'Not good enough, beg me to let you drink my saliva.'



'Please my owner, I need your saliva, I'd be honored to take this offering from you.' Tim said in complete humiliation.



Heather smiled as she reach for Tim grabbing him as one would pick up a ball. His lower half was painfully pushed into his chest as his head was forced between his knees and was lifted to her face.



She opened her hand right in front of her lips and said 'Go ahead' as she opened her mouth.



Learning not to question her orders anymore Tim decided to figure this one out as he went. He got up off her palm and braced himself on her lower lip. He then hoisted himself up on it and let his upper half hang down inside her mouth and just as he expected there was a small pool of her saliva waiting for him at the bottom. He wasted no time and started slurping down his refreshment. Upon finishing he pushed himself up and away from her lips and settled back down into her palm.



'That was very good slave, I'm proud of you. You quenched your thirst I hope? Because you are not done giving me a tongue bath yet.' Heather said evilly.



Oh good God Tim thought, how much more is she going to put me through.



As Tim wondered what body part he would be licking clean next Heather lowered him back to the couch and dumped him onto the cushion.



Grinning all the while as she look at Tim, Heather started to shift her gigantic form so that she was now kneeling on the sofa with her forearms braced on the arm of the couch. Tim of course went tumbling down to her knee from the depression it caused in the cushion.



'Stop messing around toy boy and get out of there.' Heather said laughing.



Doing as he was told, Tim climbed up the cushion away from her knee. When he got far enough away he stood up and faced Heather who had her head down looking at him from underneath the length of her body, she was smiling from ear to ear.



Tim looked at Heather's' beaming face peering at him in between two giant breasts and then heard Heather say 'Look up.'



Tim gulped and slowly raised his head and sure enough he was positioned directly under the biggest ass he had ever seen.



'See that puckered eye winking at you? That's what you clean next.' Heather said as she lowered her ass down to Tim.



Tim only had the time it took for her to lower her ass to him to think and new he would have to act right away or suffer another punishment. He wondered if that punishment could be worse then licking her asshole clean but decided he didn't want to find out. As soon as the brown hole was in range he placed his hands on each ass crack and began cleaning her rose bud.



'Mmmmm, that's right slave good job, you're learning now. Get every inch, mmmm, that's right now stick it in me and suck out my hole.' Heather said in a dreamy state.



Tim licked the entire outside of the ring clean and then stuck his tongue inside her the best he could which wasn't far of course giving the size of his tongue.



'Further slave!' he heard Heather command.



What the hell does she expect of me, my tongue is tiny compared to even her asshole he thought. Not wanting to anger her he pressed his face against the center of her hole as hard as he could and sucked and licked for all he was worth.



'Mmmm, almost slave but not good enough.'



Tim felt a huge finger press against the back of his head and slowly pushed it inside her puckered hole. When his head was almost all the way in he felt her grab hold his chest and thought oh shit, she's going to put me in all the way. Instead though he felt his body begin to turned back and forth, back and forth, back and forth over and over again. Then she started turning him completely around in full circles.



Heather thought she would cum right there. She had her head resting on the arm of the sofa, one hand playing with her clit and the other using Tim to clean her asshole out. Finally, fearing Tim would suffocate she managed to stop and pull him out, dropping him to the sofa.



Indeed Tim was running out of breath and on the verger of passing out when he was yanked back out of her ass. Gasping for breath and looking towards Heather's face he heard her say, 'Remember when I said you would be what ever I wanted you to be? Well, you were just my corn cob' She said devilishly.



Tim sat beneath her ass totally defeated, she's right he thought, she can do what ever she wants to me and I'm powerless to stop her. When will it end he wondered?



'Oh Tinnnyyyy, I want to play a game. Stand up and put your right arm up my hole' Heather commanded.



Obeying immediately, he stood up exhausted and in pain but did as he was told with his standard reply 'Yes my owner.'



Wondering what the hell she was up to he began to shove his arm inside her ass up to his forearm. Heather noticing that that was as far as he could reach lowered herself further. Tim got the hint and pressed on till he was just passed his elbow when Heather clamped down with her anus preventing him from entering any further and causing him to yelp out in pain.



Immediately she raised her ass up lifting Tim off the sofa so he was dangling from her hole. Then ever so gently she started to sway her hips so that Tim would lightly slap the crack of one cheek then the other. swap........swap........swap........swap then a little faster swap.....swap.....swap.....swap and faster swap...swap...swap...swap and even faster swap..swap..swap..swap until she was swinging him full speed swap swap swap swap swap swap swap.



As Tim hung from Heather's asshole he wondered what she had in mind. That's when he felt her start to move side to side. Of course her movements carried him into the wall of her cheek then on the back swing he would collide with her other half. Theses initial impacts were met with a small oooff from him but then she picked up the tempo and the impacts came quicker and harder till it seemed like just one long continuos impact to him.



Heather thought she would cum without even touching herself, she had to get herself off now. She stopped swaying her hips and stood up engulfing her slave with her ass cheeks and quickly made her way to the kitchen for more wine then returned to the sofa.



Everything was a blur to Tim as he slammed back and forth into Heather's ass cheeks. Abruptly the swaying stopped but he was still making contact swinging back and forth from the momentum she built up till all of a sudden he became encased in ass flesh. He couldn't breath to begin with as the wind had been knocked out of him and now his oxygen supply had been cut off completely. He wondered if she meant to smother him and end it finally. He could feel himself being moved side to side by her ass cheeks and knew she most be walking somewhere.



Then the walking stopped and just as he was on the verge of passing out he saw light and felt a wave of fresh air hit him only to have it cut right back off again. Tim again was surrounded by ass flesh as he felt a rising sensation and two fingers grab him by the ankle pulling him out from his prison.



As Heather returned to the couch she kneeled down on the cushion and lowered herself down onto her back. This was what gave Tim his momentary glimpse of light and fresh air as she lowered herself only to be swallowed up again as she lied down. Then she raised up her ass, grabbed her toy and pulled him out.



'How's my little play thing?' Heather asked holding her toy upside down by one ankle.



'I don't feel so good my owner.'



'Well lucky for you I have just one more thing for you to do then I'm going to sleep. Now you get to be a special kind of slave, you have just been upgraded to sex slave and I want you to get me off. I remember your request from earlier in the evening how you might enjoy this more if you could be more in control. Well I'm giving you permission to make me cum but you had better be good or I'm taking over.



With that she set him down between her thighs and ordered 'Get to work, shouldn't be to hard to get me off, I'm dripping wet already from playing with you.



Tim was weak, bruised, battered and very very tired but thought if I could just carry out this last order my ordeal will be over for the night and just maybe I might even see an opportunity to escape.



Heather looked down on Tim as she drank her wine and watched as he started walking towards her pussy. God, Heather thought, he's so tiny looking compared to my thighs, they're taller then he is. I could smother him to death just by closing them together. Heather couldn't control her impulses as she suddenly closed her legs together trapping Tim in between.



As Tim was walking to his task at hand he didn't notice the look in Heather's eyes since he was staring at a pussy bigger then him. If he had he would have realized he was in immediate danger. His concentration was broken as he became smothered in the soft flesh of Heather's thighs.



Mmmmph mmmph, Tim struggled with all his might it was no use, he couldn't move a muscle. What the fuck is she doing, I can't breath.



Heather was stroking her clit again as she was nearing orgasm not so much from her playing with herself as the fact that she held Tim's life literally between her thighs. She couldn't even see him just her smooth skin but she could feel him oh how she could feel him. Not his struggles of course, he couldn't possibly move against such a force but she could feel the lump of his form caught between her legs which gave her a feeling of power which was indescribable.



Tim thought this was it, she's going to kill me this time, can't hold on anymore. But to his relief Heather opened her legs and he collapsed in a heap on the sofa.



Not knowing if she waited to long already, Heather forced herself to open her legs. When she saw Tim collapse she thought she had smothered him but then she noticed his rapid breathing and reached down and petted his form with her index finger.



'Now now pet, it's all right, just something I had to do. Come on, back to work. Make me cum' she said as she hooked her index finger around Tim's tiny curled up form and dragged him to her pussy as she brought her knees up slightly.



Tim got up to all fours, took a couple more seconds to catch his breath and stood up bracing himself against Heather's mons. He reached up and started rubbing her clit fighting fatigue and the pain he felt. When he couldn't hold his arms up anymore he tried to pry her lips open to reach inside but found he was to weak to do so.



Heather watched her sex toys pitiful attempt to get her off. Although she initially gasped when he first grabbed hold of her clit his ministrations were just to weak to do anything for her. Then she was further annoyed (and somewhat amused) when he couldn't even spread her vulva apart.



Needing to have a great orgasm and losing the sensation she was feeling when she had her toy trapped between her thighs she said 'Get the fuck out of the way if you can't do this right!'



She gulped down the rest of her wine reached down between her legs grabbed Tim with her thumb on his chest and index finger on his back and with the flick of her wrist tossed him away from her pussy and he landed by her calf.



She immediately dove her fingers into herself and thrust them in and out of her pussy. Meanwhile Tim was just recovering from having the wind knocked out of him again despite the soft cushion to break his fall.



He rolled over onto his stomach and began to crawl away from Heather as she worked on herself again. When he reached her foot he thought maybe if he got to the end of the sofa he could climbed down and take advantage of her losing track of him while she orgasms.



Heather noticed Tim roll over and start to crawl away, she was watching him the whole time. She couldn't possibly forget about him as he was the source of her pleasure and right now she needed to enhance that feeling.



When she saw her slave passing by her right foot she took her big toe and nudged him over on his back playing with herself all the while. Then she raised the same foot above him and lowered it till it was just brushing Tim's body.



'Lower your hands to your side and kiss it!' Heather commanded.



As Tim crawled for his freedom he saw Heather's gigantic foot move towards him and forced him onto his back. Then watched as she positioned her foot above him so that his face was centered right in the middle between the ball of her foot and outer ped. He then heard the command to lower his arms to his side and kiss it. After positioning his arms the way she wanted he went to kiss it when without warning her foot set down on him completely so that his face was caught in an upright position.



Heather let her foot settle completely into the sofa cushion cutting off any view of Tim. It was a very soft cushion so her foot sank quite a bit. All you could see was where the cushion met her flesh nothing else.



'Mmmmm, much better, back where you belong, at my mercy that is.'



Heather stroked faster and could feel herself cumming.



'Mmmmm yeah, such a nice foot rest you make.' Heather fixated on her foot and thought, he can't move, he can't breath, he can't do anything just because my foot is resting on top of him. I'm not even applying any pressure and he still can't do anything. I'm gonna do it this time, sorry Tim I'm not letting you up.



Tim's air supply was indeed very short as he didn't even get to take a deep breath since he wasn't expecting her to drop her foot. All he new was that he was completely immobile and about to pass out again.



'Oh oh oh' Heather moaned. 'I don't know OHHHH I don don't know if your gon gonna make thi this one sla SLAVVVVE OHHHHH.



Tim held on for as long as he could, not believing that Heather would actually smother him to death as she had brought him to the brink numerous times tonight only to let him live. But as his breath ran out and he slowly drifted off he doubted that he would wake up later. Tim's last thought before oblivion was 'finally over' then stopped breathing for good.



Heather climaxed the same time as Tim expired, of course she didn't know this but it didn't matter she still had an intense orgasm knowing she had just smothered her toy with her foot simply by resting it on top of him. She knew too much time had eclipsed since he had been under there and as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm she didn't even lift her foot to check.



Ten minutes later as she lied there in a dreamy state Heather finally lifted her foot to look at Tim. No movement of course, she pinched his form between her big toe and second toe, lifted him off the couch, then moved him above the floor and dropped him to the ground below. Heather then turned over and went to sleep.



To be cont....

 

... "Wait a minute, are you serious?!? I don't believe you killed 6 people in one night?!? Your sick, you should be on Americas most wanted." Paul said

"Yeah, your right, I am sick but I am trying very hard to stop but I don't have it licked yet so you should be very careful on how you speak to me" Heather said menacingly. Now do you want to hear the way this played out or should I just leave you on your shelf never to speak to you again as you exist as my display item?"

Paul was indeed curious to find out but more fearful of spending the rest of his life on this shelf in his prison. "Please, this is inhuman, please let me go. I'm sure I make a rather disgusting display item, after all I'm encased in your snot. What are you going to do, put me away every time you have company? Surely you see how unreasonable this is, just let me go, you'll never hear from me again, I'm not stupid enough to go up against someone with your powers."

Heather listened to Paul with an amused look on her face "Are you finished? Good, first of all, are you trying to tell me my snot is not lovely?

"Umm, err, well" Paul stammered before Heather cut him off.

"Relax, of course it isn't you idiot, it's gross, but no one will see that when looking at you. I've put a spell on it so that everyone who gazes upon you sees a beautiful Sapphire shaped piece of Amber that houses an incredibly life like little man. Of course your ability to speak or even open your mouth and move the slightest bit leaves you when being observed by others."

Paul closed his eye's and sighed in defeat and began to cry "this is my life now" he thought.

"There there little one, get it out, it's good to see you accepting your new role in life. Now, where was I, oh yes, I just finished my little orgy fest"....

....I awoke the next morning and remembered the previous nights escapade, only unlike the other times the feeling of remorse was little if any.

There was no movement coming from my ass, they probably suffocated long ago during the night, if they didn't then they surely died when my bowels filled with my waste. "Ugggggh, that wouldn't be pleasant" Heather thought and grinned wickedly.

Her bowels were indeed full and she needed to use the bathroom so she swung her feet over and hop out of bed when she felt a sudden squishy mess under her foot.

"Oh @!#$, I forgot I dropped them down there she said while looking at the stained mess on her foot and floor. Then remembered the other guy she left on her bed and looked for him. She spotted smeared blood on her sheets but no little man. "He was dead before I went to sleep" she thought "if he wasn't he sure is now, must be here somewhere" she then scanned herself and spotted him stuck to her hip "Ewww, gross" she said while peeling him off her.

Heather hobbled into the bathroom careful not to get anymore of the mess on her foot onto the rug and then dropped the one she was holding into the toilet. Then cleaned off her foot with some tissue before relieving herself.

When she got up from the bowl she looked in to see if she could spot the occupants in her ass from the night before. Sure enough, in one of her shits she could see the upper half of one of the men but barely. Half his chest and head were consumed by her waste and the other poor bastard she spotted only had his arm from the elbow to his hand sticking out, the rest of him was swallowed up by her @!#$.

"Yuck, sorry guys, guess it's like the roach motel, you check in but you don't check out. Wonder if you were still kicking when that happened to you?" she said....

.....As it turned out both little guys were indeed alive as her bowels began to fill with her feces in the middle of the night. Jason, the one who was completed embedded in her @!#$ died choking and suffocating inside of it, he had been dying slowly from the numerous injuries he sustained while serving as Heather's butt ball.

He noticed the smell had intensified a while ago but then he felt it, a hot and soft object pushed into his side and he screamed "Ahhhh, what the @!#$, no please not that!"

The other man, Bruce, who was a little further away from Jason and nursing his own wounds said sarcastically "what the hell did you think that smell was before, we're going to die in this womans @!#$."

"Nooooo! Please no!!! But Heather's waste continued to advance on the little man as it consumed his arm and leg. Then gradually took in the entire side of his body. With his head turned away from her waste, Jason's breath was rapid with panic, he kept saying "No no no no" over and over again. But like a slow moving glacier, Heather's feces completely took in Jason's head and the rest of his body, silencing his screams forever.

Bruce managed to keep his head out of her advancing @!#$ as the rest of him was consumed but ran out of air eventually anyway. The side of his face had been pushed up against her rectum wall in an agonizing embrace and when the last breath left his lungs his face was a mask of frozen terror...

....After looking over her handiwork Heather flushed and all her toys spiraled down into her cesspool to there final resting place.

She then jumped into the shower and began playing the events of the night before over in her head. She was very aware of the different feelings she was having this time "hmmm, maybe Emily was right, just stick with the criminals. Then again who appointed me angel of death, what would my parents think of this, surely they would be mortified knowing there little girl has been killing people, albeit, little tiny people but still. Jesus, what am I going to do she thought and let out a long sigh. Those feelings of guilt had sprung up again.

Two weeks went by and Heather managed to keep her lust in control. Then one evening there was a knock at her door and she went to answer it. Upon opening the door she was startled to see Danny standing there.

"Danny? You shouldn't have come." She said

"Come on Heather, what am I supposed to do, you won't return my calls and we need to talk about this.

"Danny, there's nothing to talk about" she said gently "we went out for two months, your making this harder than it has to be, just move on."

"No" he replied and pushed past her "were going to hash this out, it doesn't make any sense."

She sighed and closed the door "So go ahead talk" she said getting a little angry.

"Well, how could things be going so well without a hint of trouble till that night when you freaked and through me out?"

"It was for your own good, believe me you don't want to be with me, I'm pretty fucked up."

"Fucked up how? Heather come on, tell me what's wrong?

"Who are you? A fucking shrink now?" Heather snapped at him "Is this your first time in a relationship or what Danny, Christ, it wasn't even a relationship, I mean come on two months, get over it."

Danny was stunned and shaking his head in disbelief "What happened to you? You are fucked up, and to think I thought you were special. Thanks for the mind job Heather." And started to make his way towards the door.

Heather knew she stung him with that outburst and knew it was for his own good "but damn it I really did like him too" she thought and then said to Danny "It's for your own good, just leave ok" She said just a little to weakly and Danny picked up on it.

"Heather don't do this."

"Get out!" Heather shrieked trying to put an end to it.

"God damn it Heather, tell me! What the fucked happened?!? He shouted back.

"Get out!" She screamed again.

"Tell me! I want know!!"

"You want to know?!? You really want to know you little @!#$?!? Fine! I'll tell you! Better yet I'll show you?!?

Danny had backed off, he was actually scared by her fierceness but it was to late. He noticed everything around him getting larger and larger but his main focus was on Heather, she became impossibly huge. When he finally stopped shrinking he had to crane his neck way up to see Heather's face. It was furious and she suddenly lifted her foot and brought it speeding down towards Danny. "Noooooo!" Danny screamed and dropped into a fetal position. The foot crashed into the ground next to his shaking form with a deafening THOOM!

Danny felt the tremor vibrate through his body as well as the displaced air caused by her foot blowing into him. He peek out from under his arms expecting to see the foot hovering above him but instead saw Heather covering her face with her hands crying "Oh Danny, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry."

Heather bent down and gently scooped Danny's little body into her palm and stood back up. "You couldn't just leave well enough alone could you?" Heather said sadly "Now look what you made me do."

Danny blinked confused he responded "You did this to me? How? It's not possible?"

"Obviously it is Danny, look where you are, you fit in the palm of my hand. I have a rather unique power."

"Well, then change me back." Danny said frantically. Heather just looked at him sadly "What? What's the problem? You can change me back can't you?"

"Of course I can but I won't."

"What?!? Why not?"

"Three reasons, one is I don't want you running around bringing unwanted attention to me and my family. Second, you would most likely be committed to an institution and..."

Danny cut her off "Heather, I promise, I won't tell a soul, just return me to normal, please."

"Well, I might be inclined to trust you, maybe, but there is still reason number three, your my best chance to get control of myself."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Your not the first to be shrunk by me and none of them have survived a night of love making with me." She said and smiled seductively. "Which is why I was trying to end it between us, I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

"Oh @!#$, you can't be serious Heather, of course they didn't survive, look at the size of you, hell, I barely survived a night of sex with you at normal size."

At that Heather laughed and said yes but I didn't care for them like I do you, well, one of them I liked but I have deep feelings for you so I think I could be gentle enough to keep you alive."

"Oh that's comforting" Danny said and then paused looking very sad and said "Heather, you've really killed people, don't you know that makes you a murderer?"

"Yes, I know" she answered, tears welling up in her eye's "that's why I need you, to help me straighten this out. I can't exactly go see a therapist about this you know."

Upon seeing her tears Danny tried to soothe her "shhh, it's all right, I'll help if I can" he said while reaching out to touch her thumb and stroke it.

Heather sniffed and smiled "Really, oh that's wonderful Danny, I was so afraid I'd have to force you to." Danny felt a lump in his throat as he realized that he would have been an unwilling participant had he not gone along with this.

"Sure Heather, I'll do whatever I can, just be careful ok."

"Don't you worry, this will be fantastic" she said while pulling out the elastic on her sweat pants and undies and began to lower her hand with Danny in it.

"Um, Heather? What are you doing?

"Just storing my cargo till I get to my room" she said slyly.

Danny gulped "You wouldn't?"

"Wanna bet" Heather said and tilted her hand and watched Danny tumble off and down into her panties. He hit the front of her underwear and slid down till he was up against her womanhood. Heather then released the elastic and it snapped back firmly to her body pressing Danny even tighter against her mons. Heather then turned around and made her way to her bedroom.

Danny let out a yelp as he went free falling into Heather's underwear. He landed on her silk panties and slid down to the bottom where he came to rest in front of the biggest pussy he had ever seen in his life. "Uh oh" Danny thought "hope I didn't make a huge mistake, this thing could swallow me whole without much effort."

When the elastic snapped back in place Danny was plunged into darkness and pressed firmly up against Heather's sex "Ummffff" Danny grunted as he was forced into her outer lips. He could tell Heather was getting excited from the increase in smell from her pussy. Danny found it intoxicating, he loved the aroma Heather gave off when they had sex and now he was about to go down on her like he never had before.

Back and forth Danny was jostled about as Heather moved towards her bedroom. He then felt himself move in a vertical direction before his world spun around and down as Heather sprawled out on her bed.

Heather positioned herself with her back propped up on the pillows. She then shucked out of her sweats and peered down at the lump in her panties.

"Hmmmm, what's this thing I see in my undies?" and prodded Danny with her index finger. "Well, whatever it is I don't think it belongs on the outside, maybe I should stuff it inside. After all a girl can't have an unsightly lump protruding from her underpants, what would people think?" and she began to press harder moving her finger side to side as she rocked Danny back and forth against her outer lips.

Danny heard her playful question and a second later felt her finger pressing him into her sex. "Oh @!#$" he said "Heather! What are you doing? You're not going to just stuff me... ummpf" Danny never got to finish as Heather increased the pressure.

Heather was getting wetter by the second and her prodding of Danny managed to spread her lips slightly, enough that his left shoulder worked it's way between them. "Heather! Wait!" He shouted as he was worked further in. Now his whole shoulder and arm had passed her lips. Then the finger pushing him left for a brief moment and found his head as it pressed down forcing it between her lips as well.

Danny was panicking as the finger, now finished with his head, found another mark to press on, his right shoulder, which was still outside her lips was the new target and was slowly pushed inside of her as well. The finger followed the shoulder inside continuing to press until his whole upper half had been pushed in up to his waist.

Heather was losing control again, she hadn't planned on going this far, but her teasing of Danny got her quickly aroused as she loved the power she felt over him. She knew he wasn't expecting it to be like this and figured he was wondering when she would stop fooling with him and let him out but with every passing second she also knew he would becoming more doubtful that she would release him from her pussy and that thought just drove her wild.

"That's right Danny boy, your going deep cave exploring" she said and from the outside of her panties used her other hand to spread her lips then stuck her finger on his ass and shoved as far as she could pushing her panties in with the rest of him as well.

"Ok, ok, don't panic Danny, she'll let you out, or will she?" he wondered frantically. "She did say she had killed others while satisfying herself, oh @!#$, I don't think she's going to pull me out." And with that thought Danny felt the pressure around his upper body lessen then the probing finger returned and settled on his ass "Noooooooo!" Danny screamed but the finger pushed him harder this time than any other time and with one quick motion he felt himself propelled up into Heather's waiting vagina and just like he thought, it swallowed him easily. Danny was having difficulty breathing with the lack of air and the fluids he kept taking in, and just when he thought his situation couldn't get worse Heather's vaginal muscles went to work on him "Oh no! No! Please don't, please Heaaaathhhherrrr! Arrghhhhh! ....

 

"Agghhhhhh!" Jesus, she really is out of control Danny thought while he was squeezed and crushed in a loving embrace from Heather's pussy.


"Oh oh oh" Heather moaned "hold on Danny, don't break on me" That little remark snapped her out of her lust enough for her to think, Heather stop, you'll kill him, the very least he'll be injured very badly, ohhhhh but this feels so gooooood, Heather, pull him out damn it!


Danny thought his time was up, he was choking repeatedly on Heathers cum and felt like he would be crushed to death at any moment. Just when he felt he was going to lose consciousness he felt something clamp down on his ankles.


Nearing orgasm, Heather finally listened to reason, overcoming her lust and plunged two fingers into herself, grabbed hold of Danny's ankle and yanked him out dropping him to the bed before thrusting her fingers back into herself to finish her orgasm.


Danny thought his leg would be ripped from his body he was yanked so fiercely. Now lying on the bed coughing and gasping for air he was thankful to be in one piece while he watched this giant goddess finish herself off. Danny was in awe of her despite his fear and anger
for what she just did to him. She reduced him to a mere sex toy and nearly ended his life simply by imposing her vagina on him. She could and probably will do anything she wants to him and he would be powerless to stop her. The feeling of awe remained and his fear and anger dissipated as he continued to watch Heather complete her orgasm.


"Oh oh ohhhhhh yessssssss!" She screamed and finally came down from her high. She opened her eye's and peered down to her vagina but couldn't see Danny. She casually reached down between her legs and felt around till her fingers brushed over Danny's little form then scooped him up gently and lifted him to her face.


She held her breath and looked upon Danny hoping and praying he would be all right. When she saw he was conscious she exhaled and asked "Are you all right?"


Danny held up his thumb and forefinger in an ok gesture and Heather just laughed. "Oh thank God, I thought I might have really hurt you or worse."


"Well, then do you mind explaining what the hell you thought you were doing? You nearly did kill me in there."


"I'm sorry, I told you I have a little problem controlling myself around you little guys, you can't believe the power trip this is, to be able to do absolutely anything I like with you, however I like and whenever I like. But on the plus side for you I was able to get enough of a hold on myself to let you out before I came, something I hadn't done for anyone else yet. So you see, this experiment is working, maybe I can beat this thing with your help after all"


"And if I don't want to help anymore? After all, I won't survive to much more of that kind of beating."


Heather observed the bruises forming on Dannys body and frowned. "Your right, I should let you go but I won't. I think your my best chance at overcoming this, you said you cared about me, was that a lie or did you mean it?"


"Of course I care about you Heather and I will help you, voluntarily, you won't have to force me"


"Really?!" Heathers eye's lit up "You don't want me to set you free?"


"I must be crazy for saying this but no, I think I'm enjoying being in your control. Your so beautiful on a normal level but like this, it's incredible. You wanted to know why I couldn't just walk away after two months of seeing you? Because I was falling in love with you Heather. I know you're the terrific person I thought you were, we just have to beat these demons your facing." He said and flashed her a smile.


Tears started to well up in Heathers eye's upon hearing Danny say all this and said "well (sniff) I'll just have to be extra careful not to break my new little toy than won't I" Danny's eye's opened wide as saucers in a mock gesture and both of them broke out laughing.


"Well, lets start my therapy then" Heather said. "First things first, lets make you a little larger so it's not as easy to hurt you."


"Yeah, lets do that, that sounds like a plan."


Heather grinned and placed Danny down between her legs and focused on changing his size. She brought him from his current 3 inches all the way up to 3 feet.


Danny was amazed, not just by the power she wielded but the fact that she made him so much larger. Although completely at her mercy still he did feel much safer at this size. "Wow, I didn't think you would make me this large. What did you have in mind? I can't fit in you like this and I'm afraid, ahem, big sausage won't do you much good like this. Want me to go down on you?


Heather smiled seductively and climbed onto all fours staring down at Danny "nope, you can try licking me if you want but I think you'll be more concerned with breathing. Basically you just have to lie there, I'll be doing all the work....humping your face" and raised her eyebrows a couple times at him while she got herself in position above his face.


"Oh @!#$, try to go easy Heath, I'm a little bigger but you can still mush my face to a pulp"


Heather just grinned at him as she lowered her pussy onto his face and began to grind slowly.


"oooofff" Danny grunted as Heathers weight settled on him. She completely covered his head and face and her ass took in most of the rest of him. Between her weight and suffocating pussy Danny had a lot of trouble getting air to his lungs. Panic began to rise in him but told himself to remain calm. He had to believe Heather wouldn't hurt him or he'd never be able to keep his wits about him. She was right about one thing, forget about trying to lick her, it would take all his efforts not to suffocate to death.


As Heather settled down onto Dannys face she lost sight of him, this gave her a tremendous rush, even at 3 feet she could completely dominate him with her pussy. She moved in slow circles at first and then began to up the tempo while alternating between moving back and forth then side to side and back to the circular motion making sure to give Danny a slight breath of air by lifting briefly every now and then.


And brief they were, Danny barely managed to suck in any air at all and what little he did get was forced back out when she settled down on him. He was quite sure now that Heather's therapy would only entail giving herself pleasure. His time spent would be focused on survival.


As Heather got more excited she thought less and less of Danny and began to ride harder and harder. "Ummmmmf" Danny tried to scream as Heather was neglecting to give him air. If she could see his face she would have noticed his eye's wide with terror as his oxygen was being depleted. He struggled to move his arms in hopes of getting her attention but it was useless. They were pinned to his side by her calf's and he couldn't raise them due to her ass pressing down on him. He was helpless, his body was completely held snug by her legs and pinned to the bed by her weight. He could only manage to kick his little legs up and down.


Back and forth, round and round, side to side, back and forth, round and round, side to side, over and over Heather rode Dannys face till she reached orgasm. When it hit she screamed and now was lifting up slightly and slamming back down grinding her pussy into Danny, forcing his head down into her mattress. She did this again and again as she rode out her climax finally holding her pussy down on Dannys face squashing him in the process as she gave quick little back and forth spasms on his head as the last of her orgasm washed it's self away.


Breathing heavy and coming back to reality Heathers eye's snapped open and she jumped off of Danny. He lay there, face covered in her cum and unconscious. She didn't notice his chest moving and put her finger up to his nose but felt no breath coming from it. "Oh God!" She said and immediately started to perform CPR on him. She thought about enlarging him to his full height but decided against it as she could force more air into his lungs at this size.


Before Danny drifted of to darkness he was kicking his legs furiously and trying to scream but he only succeeded in swallowing mouthfuls of Heathers cum and choking in the process. He was now frightened beyond belief as he was sure he was about to die. Heather had stop giving him air as she got caught up in herself and her impending orgasm. She rode his face like it were a bucking bronco until he finally passed out from lack of air.


Now he was in a dream like state and saw images of Heather floating above him much larger than he and completely beautiful. She was beckoning to him in a seductive manner. He felt the dangers involved but was helpless to resist as he slowly tried to grab hold of her as she hung above him. The seductive look on her face was replaced with one of concern, he noticed her lips moving but couldn't make out what she was saying.


"Danny" he heard from far away "Danny! Wake up!" a little stronger "Danny!!" and he turned to his side and coughed up Heathers cum like a drowning victim coughs up water.


"Oh thank God!" Heather said and picked up Dannys little body and hugged him. "I thought I'd lost you, I going to let you go Danny, this is to dangerous for you."


Danny coughed a few more times held up his hand signaling for her to give him a sec and then said "Before you just said that Heather, I would have agreed, but don't you see what you just did?"


"What? Kill you, yeah, I see that" she replied.


Smiling Danny said "No, not that. But in your gesture to release me you took your first steps towards recovery."


"I don't know, I mean I guess yeah, I hadn't ever considered letting anyone go before. But this is still very dangerous for you, are you sure?"


Danny just shrugged and said "Well, it's a dirty job but somebody has to do it."


Heather laughed and brought him to her lips and kissed him fully on his little face. "Thanks Danny, your amazing."


"No problem" Danny said as he pretended to wipe sweat from his forehead and they both laughed. But inside Danny was not as cool and collected as he seemed. But he was determined not to let Heather know so as not to upset her. In actuality, he just had a near death experience and didn't know how good his chances were on coming through this alive. He did know he loved the feeling of dependency he was developing towards her and the control she had over him. He was falling in love with her before and all this just made those feelings that more intensified. At this point he'd do anything for his Goddess Heather and he really did want to help rid her of these demons she was fighting. The men on this planet would certainly be grateful if he succeeds.


"Well, why don't we call it a night, it's been a rough first day for you. Now, would you like to be made your normal height or stay the way you are?


"Um, I guess my normal would be good, it's very strange being this small. Besides, that way I can sleep next to you."


"That's what you think" Heather said and focused her powers on Danny. But instead of growing to his full 6 feet 1 inch height he dwindled back down to 3 inches.


"Very funny, I said my normal height." Danny said with his arms folded across his chest in defiance.


"This is your normal height" Heather said raising her eyebrows. Danny just stood there with his mouth open "For now on you will always be 3 inches except for when I'm not increasing you for whatever sex act I want to perform.


"You wouldn't?"


"I would and I am."


"But I have work tomorrow?"


"Not anymore, you'll be sick tomorrow then we have the weekend but somehow I think you'll be sick all next week to, you caught a nasty viral infection."


"Your serious?"


"Yup, from now till I'm over my compulsion you'll be my pet except for when I use you as my sex toy" she said and grinned.


"Come on Heather, that's not fair." Danny said but found himself a little aroused.


Heather noticed and said "Me thinks you protest to much, at least my cock seems to enjoy the idea."


"Your cock? Uh uh sweetheart, this belongs to me." Danny said.


"Nope" Heather said and reached for Danny lifting him to her face. She pinched his little member between her thumb and forefinger and said "This is my cock, your entire body for that matter belongs to me, I own everything about you now" and began to pull ever so slightly on Danny's dick. "Now who's cock is this?"


"Come on Heather, stop fooling around."


She pulled a little further "Who's cock and ball do these belong to?"


"Me" Danny said defiantly.


She pulled a little further "Who's?"

"Agghhh! Come on Heather, stop!"


"Maybe I should see how far my cock stretches before it breaks" Heather said and began to remove the hand which had been holding Danny's body.


"Noooooo! Jesus, Heather don't" Danny said becoming very frightened."


"Who's?" Danny was almost released by her hand completely at this point.


"Yours yours! It's your cock and balls everything about me is yours!" Danny screamed frantically.


Heather smiled and again clutched him in her hand releasing Danny's member in the process. "Good boy. Now you get to sleep in my underwear draw and think about me owning you now."


Danny was exhilarated and scared beyond belief at the same time. He didn't understand the feelings he was having but would have plenty of time to contemplate it as Heather placed him on top of 5 pairs of her silk panties and said "Bet this will be better than any bed you've slept on before."


"Yeah, it's pretty comfy" Danny replied.


Heather just smiled and petted his little frame with her index finger. "Night night pet" she said while blowing him a kiss and then slid her draw shut.


Danny was plunged into darkness. He hadn't counted on her keeping him this size after he showed he wanted to help her. On the other hand he was quite aroused from his current situation. Here he was going to bed on top of his girlfriends underwear. It was much bigger than any bed he had ever slept on, it completely dwarfed a king sized bed. And could he even think of Heather in terms of his girlfriend for that matter anymore, after all he was literally just a piece of her possession now, a thing for her to play with. He thought these things over and over till finally sleep took him, wondering where his life would end up now.


Danny awoke in confusion, he felt himself being whisked away. When he got his bearings he saw that he was snug inside Heathers fist with just his head sticking out. He also noticed she was holding a towel in her other hand. Danny watched as his surroundings whizzed by and tried to fight off the disoriented feeling. He decided to focus on what was in front of his view rather than what was around him. He found this much more to his liking as he was staring right at Heathers tremendous bosom. His thoughts were broken when he heard a voice speak.


"Like the view pet? Hmmm?"


A little embarrassed at first Danny quickly recovered and replied "Yeah, they're ok I guess."


Heather archer her eyebrows "Just ok?" and gave Danny a playful squeeze.


"Ooof, ok ok, they're very nice."


Heather smiled and said "That's better pet."


"So what's on the agenda today my beautiful mistress?"


"Mistress now is it? Well, I guess that's fitting considering I own your ass now. As far as what's on the agenda, I am taking a bath and you will function as my bar of soap."


Danny couldn't quite tell if Heather was roll playing during this whole exchange but he did know he was becoming aroused with the way she was speaking to him nonetheless.


"Bath?" What time is it?


"Well, sleepy head, I must have really warn you out, it's 2:30 in the afternoon, you slept right through. You'd still be sleeping if I hadn't woke you up.


"Wow, I never sleep that late, hope I can keep up with you.


"You had better little man, it's not wise to displease me.


Danny never left Heathers grip. She ran the bath water, poured in the fragrant soap then undressed holding Danny all the while. Danny felt somewhat ill at all the movement and sudden direction changes as she removed her clothes but it was over quick enough.


While the tub filled Heather admired the view of little Danny in her hand from the mirror. The contrast to her vast body made for a surreal picture. After a moment she turned so that her profile was showing in the mirror, she then repositioned Danny so that he was dangling in her finger tips by his ankles.


"Hey! Hey! Heather cut it out, this isn't funny!" Danny shouted to her. But instead of being righted in her grasp again he began to move to her ass.


Heather placed Danny up against the very bottom of her ass cheek where it meets her thigh and very slowly and gently pulled him along her ass till he reached the top. She than twisted her hand a little and went back down her cheek. She repeatedly stroked her ass in this fashion with Danny's little body while watching in the mirror. When she noticed the tub was at the right level she broke off her caresses and stepped into the tub.


Danny was scared for a moment till he found out what Heathers intention was. Once she started stroking her ass with him he lost his fear and became very aroused. Heathers ass cheek was so soft and smooth that he came on the fourth pass along her cheek. When she finally stopped Danny was disappointed, he wanted her to caress herself with him forever, it felt wonderful and he was becoming completely infatuated with the idea of being her property.


Heather stepped into the tub and lowered herself down still holding Danny by his ankles. When she settled down she looked at Danny dangling from her fingertips for a moment before she slowly lowered him into the water. She stopped with just his ankles peeking out of the water and held him there. Before long she noticed the water moving about as Danny thrashed around. She finally lifted him out and said "Quick breath!" and plunged him back in. Again the thrashing started after a moment and again she pulled him out and said "quick breath!" plunging him back in immediately.


"@!#$" Danny wondered to himself, "what the @!#$ is she doing?" Each of his breaths lasted less than the one before and he was becoming frightened for his life. After being dunked 5 times he was finally removed for good.


"Heath...Heather...what...what are...you doing?" Danny said trying to recuperate.


"What's the matter, haven't you ever dunked someone before, I'm sure you have, everyone's played that game at some point. Your either the dunker or dunkee and I don't think you'll be dunking me anytime soon. Now it's time to please me" she said and opened her fingers which sent Danny plunging back into the water.


Danny quickly resurfaced only to be guided up Heathers body by her forefinger, she stopped when he reached her chest. "Get to work little man."


Danny looked at her breasts nervously, jeeze, they're huge, he thought. He walked over to her left boob placing his palms on it making a very slight indentation on her skin. Jesus, I'm not even strong enough to make a dent into her tit's he thought again. Leaning in he gently kissed the side of her breast and then glanced at Heather to see how he was doing.


"Well, it's a start, but I can barely feel you" Heather said amused. "Do you mean to tell me that my one boob could overpower you my sweet."


Heather was only teasing Danny but he felt very insignificant and ashamed nonetheless by her comments.


"Here, lets really test this out" Heather said while knocking Danny down on his back with her index finger and pinned him down with it. With her other hand she lifted her left breast and then applying a little pressure to Dannys tiny body she slid him under her raised boob and then proceeded to lower it down upon Danny. She heard a few screams of protest until her tit touched down drowning out his pleading.

Before Danny knew what was happening he was on his back being pinned down by Heathers gigantic finger. Then it began to maneuver him under her raised breast which started to lower down upon his little frame. He beat at her finger holding him down and screamed for her not to pin him under her boob but the giant orb continued its decent until it touch down. Then the finger removed itself leaving him consumed in tit flesh and no air.


"@!#$ @!#$ @!#$" Danny thought. "All right, calm down, she's not going to let you suffocate to death, she's just having fun with you, I hope" He found it extremely difficult not to let fear overtake him. His arms had been pressed flat above his head as he had put them up to ward off her incoming boob but of course her mass easily pushed them back. He did manage to turn his head sideways at the last moment but that didn't really buy him any time as her flesh molded around his little frame cutting off all oxygen. He tried thrashing to let Heather know he was in trouble, as well as from panic but the weight of her one breast was just to much for him to move even slightly.


Heather watched with increasing arousal. Is he really so weak as not to be able lift my tit a little so he could slide himself out? She wondered with glee "God, the power I have over him is incredible, I can't even feel him moving about, he must be completely immobilized" and laughed at the mental picture she painted.


Aware of the time elapse she lifted her breast and pulled Danny out. He rolled over so that he was on all fours coughing and trying to catch his breath. "@!#$ Heather, do you really have to do things like that."


"Later, right now you have something more important to tend to, I got so hot thinking of how I was dominating you with my boob that I need you inside me right now. Only I'll let you take the reigns, I'm afraid I'll snuff you out for sure in my current state if I do it with you myself."


With that said Danny found himself growing in size but his doubts were growing to, she really is out of control with this power she wields, I wonder if I will come out of this alive? At some point her lust may be to much for her to control and by by Danny.


Dannys thoughts were broken when he heard Heather say "Ok, satisfy me" and poked him in his side knocking him down her stomach till he came to a rest before her womanhood. "You're a full 12 inches tall so hopefully that will make you strong enough for you to get me off and not get yourself killed in the process".


"Gee, your very thoughtful" Danny said. Heather just smiled, put her head back and waited for Danny to begin.


Danny saw Heather make herself comfortable and guessed that was his cue. He looked to her vagina and his daunting task. All of the sudden he went flying into the water as Heather swatted him on the ass.


Danny surfaced and heard Heather say "What are you waiting for?" before making herself comfortable again. "Do a good job Danny and you can do it yourself all the time." Danny knew that what Heather meant was that if it's left for her to satisfy herself with him like he was some sort of a dildo his health would be in serious jeopardy.


Danny waded through the water till he was right in front of her vagina "Terrific, talk about pressure, satisfying a woman as a full grown man is hard enough and here I have to do it at a measly 12 inches" Than a light went off in his head "Actually, 12 inches is pretty damn big, maybe I can do this." He started by caressing her vulva but knew that at his size he needed to go for something loaded with lots more nerve endings and grabbed onto her swollen clit with both hands.


Heather let a soft moan escaper her lips and bucked her hips slightly as he grabbed hold of her clit "jeeze, she is hot for this" he thought and continued massaging her clit all over. Danny then leaned in and began kissing, sucking and licking all over Heathers clitoris. He was getting quite into it when a hand seized him around his waste and found himself being inserted in Heathers cunt.


"In you go, I need to feel you inside me kicking and wiggling about, come on, make me cum sweetie" Heather said hastily as she worked Danny up to his midsection before releasing him, she then gave him a pat on his head. "Start squirming little man."


Danny noticed that Heather never even opened her eyes, she was totally into the moment and didn't want to lose the feeling. She must be close to cumming, that's why she put me in here already he thought. Well, no point in disappointing the lady. He grabbed her clit again with both hands and began to piston himself in and out of her pussy moving his legs about as best he could. Judging from Heathers reaction he gathered he was doing pretty well. She ran her fingers through her hair as she gasped and she began to moan while bucking her hips, this made things more difficult for Danny but he kept at it.”


Contrary to Dannys belief that he was getting her close to climaxing, thus the reasoning for her stuffing him into her pussy so fast was actually the opposite. His ministrations just weren't enough, when he first touched her clit she felt a tingle shoot through her but it quickly faded. She was growing frustrated and fearful that Danny wouldn't be able to satisfy her on his own. She didn't want to take over for fear of hurting him so she gave him one last shot before giving in to her passion which is why she plunged him into herself. Now she was very pleased that she did, between Danny using her clit to pull himself in and out of her and the sensations he was creating inside squirming and kicking, she was racing towards a mighty climax.


Danny was near exhaustion and ready to quit when suddenly his body was clamped down on like a vise "Ugghhhh" he groaned as his hands left Heathers clit to go to his waist trying to pry open her lips. Before he new it he was drawn in up to his chest by Heathers hungry vagina.


"Heather, your hurting me!" Danny yelled to her but his pleads went unheeded. Her pussy kept working him in and out from his waist to his chest repeatedly while she climaxed. She took over working on her clit and her hips flew up out of the water and crashed back down into the tub while she screamed in delight all the time Danny felt like he was riding a bronco as he was thrown about and thought for sure he was going to have whiplash. He was repeatedly dunk into the water as her hips rose out of the water and slammed back down again. Finally her hips stopped heaving and the pressure on his body decreased as Heather came down off her orgasm.


"Mmmmmm, that was fantastic my little lover" Heather said while wrapping her hand around Danny and gently pulling him out of her pussy.


Danny was sore but his ego was inflated quite a bit "I'm glad you liked it, I can't believe I made you enjoy that so much, I mean I'm so small."


"Didn't you ever hear it's not what you have but what you do with it that counts? Believe me pet, that was amazing. You keep making me feel like that and I may make you live in my pussy" with that said Heather reached for the soap dish while looking at Danny mischievously.


"Why are you looking at me like the cat that just ate the canary?" Danny asked.


"Because it's time for you to fulfill your duties as my bar of soap" Heather replied.


"You're really going to wash your body with me?!?" Danny said nervously as he felt himself dwindle down to 4 inches.


Heather said nothing, she simply began lathering Dannys little form up between her palms and the bar of soap.


Danny for his part was trying not to get any of the soap in his mouth and eye's as he was massaged back and forth until he had a nice lather worked onto him.


Heather stretched out one arm and began sliding her new bar of soap over her soft skin. She started at her shoulder and worked her way down to her wrist, then went back up her arm from underneath and finished off her armpit with circular motions.


Danny didn't even make the first trip down her arm before exploding, the sensation was incredible and she had already got him started while she lathered him up between her hands. The trip back up her arm from the underside was equally enjoyable but then she did something he didn't expect, he found himself plunged into her armpit where she proceeded to scrub in circular motions, he counted 10 in all and the pressure was a little more then he would have liked.


When Heather was done with that arm she dunked him in the water and began to lather him up again. Danny thought he would have gotten a moment to complain about being used to scrub her armpit but she never gave him a chance, she simply proceeded to the other arm in the same fashion.


@!#$, she's really using me as her soap Danny thought, I figured she was just going to play a little but she's really going all out cleaning herself and that means I have more objectionable areas to clean then just her armpits.


But before he could get to any of those areas Heather began working on her chest, she spent a particular amount of time on each boob covering every inch of both of them. Danny came again, there was just no way not to. She then went to work on her stomach and when he was just about to come she pushed his head into her belly button and began to swivel him back in forth. She had her thumb on his front which covered from his chest to his privates and her index and middle finger were supporting the back of him. When her thumb covered his penis and applied pressure his orgasm erupted, he spasamed about pressing his member into her thumb pad as she cleaned her bellybutton with his head.


Danny was very spent at this point and confused, here he was being used for another woman's pleasure, serving as her soap, and yet he has cum 3 times in a very short span and one of them came while she cleaned out her bellybutton with his head. His will was be broken completely and he couldn't help falling deeper in love by the second with the woman responsible.


Next, after dunking and lathering up Danny again, Heather went to work on her legs. She extended her leg and began at her thigh, she continued all over working her way over her calves and scrubbing behind her knee. She then rested the ankle of the leg she had been cleaning onto her bent knee, rinsed and lathered up Danny again and began working on her foot.


She started on the sole first, worked her way to her heel, then back up over her soul, it was here Danny came for the forth time but his work wasn't finished. She then moved to the balls of her foot before proceeding to her toes. She again used Dannys head as a scrubbing device as she worked in between each of her toes, then finished off the top of her foot. When Danny thought he was done cleaning that foot she went back to her toes and he felt her index finger plant on the back of his head as she pressed his face into her toe nails paying close attention to her cuticles. First her big toe then each of her remaining toes.


Danny couldn't remember being so degraded in his life but again couldn't bring himself to be angry, in fact he was starting to like his new role in life more and more. As long as he was pleasing Heather and making her happy that's all he cared about. He never thought of himself as submissive before but Heather was certainly breaking done his dominate side very thoroughly just as thoroughly as she was using his body to clean hers.


Heather used the same procedure to clean her left leg and foot and Danny came two more times bringing him up to six orgasms. His balls were aching, he couldn't remember ever cumming six times, certainly never so many so soon.


Next cam a familiar spot for Danny, she began working him over her pubes. She gently caressed him against her lips but to his surprise didn't insert him, probably afraid she will want to climax again he thought.


Then the moment he had been fearful from the beginning arrived. Heather turned over and got on all fours. Danny was momentarily dunked and pinned to the bottom of the tub by her hand as Heather got herself in position. She then sat back on her haunches to lather Danny up again before leaning forward and swung her hand and Danny to her ass. She lathered up her cheeks in wide circular motions starting on the outside working into the center. Danny was consumed in ass flesh and he came yet again, his balls were on fire now and his job was still not complete.


After lathering him up again, Heather switched him to her other cheek and cleaned that one in the same fashion, then she pressed her ass further into the air to spread her cheeks.


Danny was helpless, he thought about struggling so she'd drop him but what was the point, she would just scoop him up and proceed to wash her ass crack with him anyway, might as well get it over with.


She started him at the top of her crack and worked him all over the left crack wall of her ass, to his dismay he shot another load all though it didn't feel like much came out, she was using him up completely. She proceeded to the other side and finished off that one as well. She then positioned him at the bottom of her ass crack and wiped him along the center all the way to the top as if he were a piece of toilet paper. Instead of starting at the bottom and bringing him back to the top again she just pushed back down in the other direction, then back to the top then back to the bottom.

She finally came to a stop at the bottom and that's when the one thing Danny hadn't been expecting to happen happened. He felt her index finger on the back of his head again and realized his location. "Oh no, she wouldn't" Danny thought but she did, she began using his head to clean her sphincter. At one point she pressed his entire head into her @!#$ and began rotating back and forth as if he were a corncob. When Danny was pulled out he thought it was over, instead, she pressed his head back into her @!#$ but didn't stop there.


Danny found himself being inserted all the way up her hole as Heather worked him up to his feet then back down to his shoulders, then back up and down again over and over. She then began to spin his form around in circles. She would rotate her wrist until she couldn't go any further then release and grab him again and rotate more. Finally Dannys ordeal was over and he was pulled out of her orifices.


Heather stood up and placed Danny in the soap dish. She turned on the shower, washed her hair and rinsed off shutting the shower afterwards. She stepped out and dried herself off.


Danny just watched the whole time, confused by her lack of attention. "Um, Heather?" he said. She did not respond and feeling she may have not her heard him he shouted this time "Heather!"


This time she did turn around and she casually walked over to him. When her hands reached for the soap dish he thought she was going to pick him up, instead her hand veered to the right of the dish. What she did next totally baffled him. She picked up the cover and placed it on the soap dish trapping Danny inside.


"Heather! What the hell are you doing?!?" but no answer came back to him. He noticed the lights shut off as the bottom of the soap dish had little holes placed along the sides for the water to run out. Now he was plunged into complete darkness and in a cramped and wet encasement. Danny kept telling himself she would come back at any moment and take him out, that she was just having fun with him but she never did, he eventually fell asleep.


To be cont.....

Control - Part 10

Adult Content


So there I was, stuck in my little soap dish waiting for Heather to tire of her game, or was it a game? The indifference she showed towards me as I screamed while she covered me in the dish gave me reason to doubt that I may ever get out of here. What if she keeps me as her bar of soap forever? No, can't think like that, I have to believe she will come for me and come for me she did though not with the results I was hoping for.


My prison was suddenly illuminated by the light which shown in through the drainage holes along the bottom of the dish. I put my eye to the hole and squinted against the light which my unaccustomed eye's were trying to get used to after spending an entire night in darkness. With the exception of one trip to the bathroom to relieve herself and get ready for bed she hadn't been in here to check on me, hell, even the one time she did come in she just ignored me as I screamed for her to take me out of here.


As my eye's adjusted I saw a very naked Heather reaching into the tub but not to retrieve me, she was turning on the shower. I don't believe this, she's not going to use me as soap again she? But that's exactly what she did because that is exactly what I was to her now, a bar of soap, I think I seriously screwed up when I offered to help her beat her struggles for control.


I watched Heather step into the tub and let the water flow all over her body. After a few moments she turned to the soap dish and reached out. The second the top was lifted I sprung up but flopped back down into the dish when my now, very asleep leg refused to support my weight. No matter, Heather didn't leave me there long, she scooped me out of the dish and without speaking a word, began lathering me up with a real bar of soap. I was screaming at her to stop but gave up on that as I kept taking in mouthfuls of soap, besides, she wasn't listening to me anyway.


Unlike last nights sensual wash, this mornings shower was your typical run of the mill cleaning job. She ran me all over her body sure enough but it was if I were really a bar of soap to her. She would stop periodically and lather up and go back to work on her body again. Unfortunately she took enough time to use my head as a corn cob on her anus again, this girl most have the cleanest @!#$ in the world with the attention she gives it.


When she finished she simply dumped me back in the soap dish and put the cover on, she didn't even bother rinsing me, I was still covered in soap. What the hell, is she serious with this crap, how can she treat me like this. Despite my disbelief, I did find myself aroused at her using me the way she was, but mostly I was just pissed, of course that didn't stop me from cumming 3 times as I was gliding all over her wonderfully soft skin.


I spent a lot more time in there, how much I don't know but finally the light came on again. This time when the top removed Heather was still clothed and looking at me, wait, she's actually looking at me, I wanted to speak but nothing came out, I was just shocked that she was acknowledging me, then she crinkled up her face and said "are you mad at me?"


I was dumb founded, did she just ask if I was mad at her? "Hell yes I mad at you Heather? What do you think you are you doing?!? I thought we had a deal?!? I help you and you be careful with me?


"I am being careful, your not hurt are you? And stop yelling at me or you can go right on serving as my soap."


I continued yelling though, I couldn't help it, I couldn't believe she thought I should just be passive about being kept in this little prison for what seemed like 2 days now.


"If you think I am just going to let this pass without so mu...." but my words or shouts I should say were cut off as she replaced the cover, turned out the lights and left me in the dark again. "@!#$, perfect, really showed her."


I had lots more time to think of my situation and how I should handle it. I spent the rest of the night in there and served as a bar of soap for her again the next morning. I have to stop thinking that we are on equal terms, I mean with my size compared to hers I'm nothing more than something she takes care of and to use as she sees fit. I'm just going to have to take whatever she dishes out and see if I can still reach something of reason inside her. I certainly don't want to spend the rest of my life as her soap, besides, I'm starving, have to get some food. At least she rinses out the soap dish when she uses me, otherwise I would be living in my own excrement as well.


Again my prison lit up with light as the top was removed. I looked up at Heather but did not speak.


"That's better" Heather said.


"Yes, it is" I agreed, what else could I do, I was broken, I know my place with her now and there is nothing I can do about it. The saddest part is that somewhere inside of me, I am some what enjoying her treatment. I've never been submissive before but how can you not be with a woman as attractive as Heather and so much more powerful then me, she's intoxicating.


"Ready to come out of there little one?" she asked me.


"Yes, please, I'd really like out."


"Very well" Heather replied and scooped me out.


Upon feeling my skin when she picked me up she screwed up her face in confusion and flipped me over for closer inspection.


"Oh my God Danny, I am so sorry, how could I be so stupid"


Apparently I had gotten pretty pruned up. Even with the drainage holes there was still soapy water in there. I tried moving around as much as possible but I guess after 3 days of soap duty this will happen. Now that I had some light to see by I took a look myself. Ewww, gives prunes a bad name, my skin color was all purple and black. Guess being damp for so long made for great bruising conditions.


"I'm sorry Danny, when I was using you as soap that first night I just got caught up in the moment. Started thinking what it would really be like, you know, keeping you as my soap. I got really power drunk on the though and decided to try it, I really planed on taking you out that first night. Then I would be thinking just a little longer, next thing I know I am lying in bed telling myself to go get you out but I just rolled over and went to sleep. I'm so sorry Danny, please forgive me?


Danny just looked at her for a moment and then responded, maybe I should just call you "Sybil for now on?"


Heather became very sad "that's not funny Danny, I'm not crazy, just confused, you don't know what it's like to have this much power" she said her lower lip quivering a little.


"All right, all right, I'm sorry, relax" Danny said reaching out and stroking her thumb, the pad of which was slightly touching his shoulder as he sat in her palm. "You just scared the hell out of me that's all, I couldn't tell if you would let me out"


"Well, how about the reverse treatment" Heather said perking up a bit "Instead of scaring the hell out of you and mistreating you, I treat you like a king over the next couple of days as you recuperate."


Danny arched his eyebrows and said "a King huh, you mean you'll do what I say?"


Heather just laughed at that "fat chance tiny, let me rephrase, I'll treat you like my favorite pet. You get to lounge around in the lap of luxury, but everything I do for you or to you is my decision, just like any owner/pet relationship."


"I like the King idea better" Danny said.


"Ohhh, well, you could always go back in the soap dish?"


"Pet it is" Danny said cheerfully.


Heather laughed "thought so, now lets take care of your nasty case of pruning."


Despite Danny's front he was having serious hunger pains, her really was starving. "I really need some food first Heather" Danny said trying to hide his discomfort so as not to hurt her feelings again.


"Oh my God, I'm so sorry Danny, coming right up."


Well, it's been 5 days since that first night Heather shrunk me. The first 3 were spent as her soap and the last 2 have been pure bliss. Heather is really getting into her taking care of me. I sleep on a stack of her silk panties at night, she feeds me, bathes me and gives me the most mind numbing blow jobs you could ever imagine. We'll be watching tv, me in her lap, or I should say, on her thigh, as she just pets me the whole time. Commercials are my favorite part as that is when she sucks on me. Whole body blow jobs give new meaning to sucking someone off. She makes sure I always cum before the commercial is over which is easy.


Of course, on the down side, I have been reduced to a life of a pet, except for that sucking thing, and I'm sure it won't be long before I am subbing for her dildo again, I see the lust in her eye's. Fortunately I also see a look of deep affection, she definitely loves me, I think, but not as a boyfriend, I really am nothing but a pet to her now.


On the third morning of my good treatment as we ate breakfast I asked her how she was with changing me back to my full size, that after this weekend I would need to go back to work.


She didn't answer me and in fact averted her eye's. "What?" I said, "what's the matter?"


"I'm not changing you back" she whispered softly, still not looking at me.


I grinned a little, thinking she might be kidding but it was obvious that she wasn't. "Heather, come on, you have to."


"No I don't!" she snapped and looking at me now.


"I'll lose my job Heather, we can still do this while I hold a job you know, I'll be with you at night."


""No, you'll be with me all day 24/7 from now on, I like owning you, you do realize I own you right? What the hell do you want to go to work anyway? Don't you realize how great you have it now?" she said getting very angry now.


"Heather calm down, your scaring me."


"Good! Maybe that will wake you up to the fact that this is your life now, the last week is just a taste of how things could be for you, be a good little pet and live in a paradise existence, be bad and just remember what serving as my soap was like. I can't believe you would rather be changed back so you can return to your 9 to 5 job."


Despite my fear, I yelled back "Well I thought maybe I could be your boyfriend instead of your pet!"


"My boyfriend?!? My boyfriend?!?" she screamed "We're not equals anymore, you belong to me now, you better start getting used to it!" she said swatting me with the back of her hand, she didn't do it hard enough to do damage, just a flick, but it certainly knocked me on my butt and back a few feet. I was stunned more than anything else as I watched her storm out of the kitchen.


I must have sat there for an hour, what else was there for me to do, it's not like I could get off the table and even if I could, where would I go. One things for certain, I am completely dependent on Heather to take care of me.


"Did I hurt you?" Heather asked startling me. I didn't realize she was there but she was, leaning against the entrance to the kitchen biting on the tip of her thumb just watching me.


"No you didn't, just my feelings maybe. How long have you been there?"


"Couple minutes, you seemed so deep in thought, what were you thinking about?"


"You, how dependent I am on you, guess you're right, I'm nothing more than a pet now."


Heather came and sat in the chair in front of me, shoulders slumped looking into her lap she said "is that so bad? I mean really, how many people get to live for free and have everything they want taken care of for them?


I could tell she knew what she was doing was wrong "Heather, come on, that's not a life and you know it"


"I know" she said softly "but I was hoping you would have wanted to, that's why I blew up at you before, stupid I know"


"We can still have this, just not 24/7. As soon as I get home you can shrink me again"


"I guess, but 24/7 is so much more erotic to me." She slapped her thighs abruptly and hopped out of her chair making me jump back from her. "But, weather you are 4 inches or 6 feet I own you all the same got it?"


Didn't know if she were kidding or not but what difference did it make, if she wants to own me she will, so I answered meekly "yes Heather"


"Eh eh" she said "that won't do at all when you are that size, from down there you address me as Ma'am, Mistress or Goddess, I'll leave it to you to choose from the three" she said as she scooped me up "I have you for 4 more days before you go back to that mundane life you want. So for the next 4 days you will remain this size and at my disposal"



Heather was true to her words and turned me even more into her pet by buying a birdcage. This is where I have been spending my time the last 2 days except for when she took me out to play with me. On that respect though I have no complaints, she has showed great control in being gentle with me. All and all I think she is going to be ok, I can't wait to get out of this cage though, just a little longer, tomorrows Sunday and then back to my full height. Of course nights will be right back to my new quarters but hopefully I can talk her out of keeping me in here.


At the moment Heather is in the shower and I was waiting for her to return, she's always horny after she showers and I'm sure I will be on pussy detail fairly shortly. Then my thoughts were interrupted when I heard "Oh, she got a bird"


I looked to see who had said that as my fear quickly built up, obviously it wasn't Heather and that's when the figure stopped dead in her tracks and said "holly @!#$, that's not a bird"


Aw crap, it's Trish, Heather said she was out of town, what the hell is she doing here, how the hell are we going to explain this.


Trish walked over and peered into the cage for a closer look "Oh my God, Danny? Is that you? What the hell is going on? How did you get so small?" and then a look of more confusion before a grin crossed her face she ask "and why are you in a cage?"


Heather rinsed the last of the soap off herself and then shut off the water as she was toweling off she thought she heard a muffled voice. She stopped toweling and cocked her head, and made out "so small? And why are you in a cage?"


@!#$, Trish is here, what the @!#$, she's not due back till Monday Heather thought as she rushed out of the bathroom.


Heather heard little squeaks which must have been Danny and then Trishas voice "relax, I won't hurt you" when Heather crossed into her room she was greeted to a view of Trish with her forefinger sticking in the cage. She was using it to pin Danny's foot to the ground. Danny for his part didn't just cave in and except his situation, he was actually trying to lift her finger while alternating between standing and trying to yank his foot away.


"Ahem" Heather cleared her throat


Trish snapped her head in Heather's direction but didn't release Danny's foot "Heather!" She exclaimed and with her best Ricky Ricardo impersonation "You got some explaining to do"


"Not that I'm not glad to see you Trish, you know I love you but what the hell are you doing here?


"The convention was just about over and I was bored out of my mind, my part was done and you know how my boss loves me, I sweet talked him into letting me leave. Now, more importantly, what is Danny doing the size of a toy and in a cage? This is so fucking unbelievable, how did this happen?


During this exchange Danny had given up on his effort to release his foot, since Trish wasn't hurting him so he decided to just take a seat till she let him go.


"Um, I don't think he is going anywhere Trish" Heather said motioning to Danny.


"Oh" she laughed "it's just that I wanted a closer look and he kept backing away." she said and released Danny's foot.


"Well, let me just finnish up and I will tell you all about it, I guess out of all the people who could find out about this you would be the best choice. I'll be right back"


"Can I take him out Heath?"


"Um, I guess but please be careful Trish."


"Of course" Trish said all happy like a little kid who just got a treat.


"Heather bit her lip for a minute watching as Trish began to open the cage before she turning away and retreating back to the bathroom.


Danny was a little shocked with the way he was just spoken of in the 3rd person, he really couldn't wait till Monday, he was beginning to feel like he was just another piece of Heather's property and if she was really seeing him like that than who knows if she would ever return him to normal.


He looked at Trishas huge face up against the cage as she worked the latch. Then reaching inside she took up Danny in her hand grabbing him around the waist.


"Careful Trish ok"


"No sweat Danny. God, this is so surreal, I can't get over this"


Trish went over onto the bed and sat Indian style in the middle.


"Wow, you are just so light" she said opening her hand, palm up, so that Danny was now lying down. Before Danny had a chance to sit up, Trish started tossing Danny up in the air as if she were weighing him.


"Yup, pretty light" she said as she continued to bop him up and down in her palm.


"Hey, cut that out" Danny yelled "That's not funny"


Giggling Trish said "I think its hysterical. wait, I have an idea, I use to be good at this" she said as she reached over and scooped up a bottle of nail polish and lipstick on Heather's night stand.


"What are you going to do with those?" Danny asked worriedly.


"Oh nothing, just this" Trish said and started to gently juggle Danny and the other items like a circus clown.


Danny's world became a blur of motions, his stomach was moving every which way and was fighting off puking.


"Look mom, one hand" Trish said and began to juggle the three items in her one hand.


"Trish" Heather yelled.


Startled, Trish looked up and lost her concentration. Danny and the items all went tumbling to the bed.


Heather gasped when she saw Danny plummet to the bed, she ran over to retrieve him but Trish already scooped him back up and was checking to see if he were all right.


"Sorry Heather, but he looks fine"


Danny still hadn't said anything, hell, he didn't even regain his bearings. One second he was sitting in Trishas palm and the next he was on the most nauseating and frightening ferris wheel ever.


"Trish, he's not fine, look it at how small he is, what do you think that kind of movement and force were doing to him." Both girls turned there attention to Danny who was trying to sit up but just kept tipping over.


"Oh geeze, Heather, I guess I didn't think of it like that, this is just so surreal, I guess I saw him as a toy, here, better take him before I really harm him."


Trishas remorse was so sincere Heather couldn't stay mad at her. "Well, I guess I can understand that, me of all people actually should understand just fine. Danny here has been helping me with a little problem, big problem actually. I've had some control issues lately that Danny is helping me to get a grip of."


"What do You mean?" Trish asked her.


"I didn't think I would ever talk to anyone about this, but I need to tell someone, I mean Danny knows but I've know you my whole life, I think it would help to talk about it."


"Of course Heath, I love you, I always be there to help you."


"I hope so but you might not feel that way after I tell you."


"Don't be ridiculous, come on, we'll go get something to eat, tell me all about it over dinner."


"Ok, let me just put Danny away"


"why don't you take him with ya?" Trish asked


"I think he could use a rest after that circus stunt you put him through”


Danny had been lying sprawled out in Heather's palm the whole time, he had it together enough that he could follow there conversation but his physical capabilities seemed limited still, he welcomed staying home rather then ride in Heather's purse, or her breasts or worse her pussy. Normally he enjoyed the later of those two but his strength just wasn't there at the moment.


I'm going to leave you in my draw Danny, I don't feel comfortable leaving you out in the cage.


Danny gave the thumbs up sign, he actually liked staying in her draw because she laid him on her panties, he found it very comfortable and private.


Upon seeing his giving the Heather the thumbs up Trish let out a laugh "awwwww, he's adorable Heather" at which Danny began to blush a little. Maybe you can get me one while we're out?


Danny saw Heathers eye's light up at the suggestion and began protesting immediately "no heather, she doesn't know what you have been doing how you've been working on not taking any more people, you've been doing great, don't fail now" but Heather was already contemplating the fun she and Trish could have tonight, heck, why stop at one little man, she could get a bunch to play with for the night.


God, I'm so horny for some little men Heather thought and laid Danny on her panties who was still trying to persuade her not to do it but she was already lost to him "take a nap pet, I'll be back a little later" and closed the draw shut.


"Heather, noooo!" but it was to late, he saw the lust in her eye's, what she had been doing with him was patty cake stuff compared to what she was used to doing. God damn it, Danny thought, if only Trish had know but then again maybe Trish is just like Heather.


"What was that he was saying?" Trish asked "something about me not knowing? Not knowing what?"


"Oh nothing, he's a worry wart that's all, don't worry, Danny's not my first that I have shrunk, come on, I'll tell you all about it over dinner" but Heather didn't tell her all about it, she left out that every one with the exception of Danny has expired do to her lustful play, when asked what happened to them she said she let them go, after all, if they told anyone who will believe them right.



When Trish heard how Heather was using them she exclaimed "you didn't?!?"



"Oh yes I did. They feel so good Trish, better than any dildo, even those ones that move about don't compare to this, the way these guys wiggle and you can control how much they move too, if you want more action just give them a hard squeeze and when you release they thrash like wild. And not to mention the mental rush you get from it, the pure domination is such a turn on.


Trish was practically drooling staring wide eyed at her friend passionately describe her sexual use of these little men. "Holy @!#$ Heather, we gotta go, I'm dripping wet down there, lets pay this bill and go find some guys"


Heather just grinned and said "you bet"


To be continued...

Control - Part 11

Adult Content


The girls went out hunting for men, both feeling really good from the wine they had at dinner. They ended up taking 3 people, 2 guys and a women, they were in some hole in the wall bar they came across and found out they were into swinging. Heather, thanks to her “talent”, knew the 3 were into more than swinging though, in fact they were heavy into producing child pornography. Heather new right then that she would have a lot of fun with these scum bags.


The girls stumbled into the house, giggling and bumping into each other, that was so fucking cool Heather, they just dwindled right down to my feet right before my eyes, what a trip.


"To tell you the truth I didn't know if I could do more then one at a time, guess I can huh, right guys" Heather said patting her purse and both girls started laughing again.


Heather tossed her purse on the bed and turned to Trish, Trish was surprised by how rough Heather threw her purse on the bed "Heath, be careful"


"@!#$ them" Heather said and grabbed Trisha's face between her hands and kissed her.


When they broke their kiss Trish was stunned, she and Heather have know each other forever and although they were wild with each other they never slept together, both have always been straight but it's always been lurking at the back of there minds, she we do it. It's about the only wild thing they never did together.


"Are we really going to do this" Trish asked wanting to hear yes as she was getting hotter by the second "I thought we were just going to play with them"


Heather responded by kissing Trish again and whispering while kissing her neck "Come on, you know we have always thought about it, lets try it" and with out waiting for an answer pushed Trish onto the bed gently and climbed on top.


"Yes, absolutely, let's do it" Trish grabbed Heather pulling her to her mouth and kissing her passionately.


"Now your talking" Heather said and began removing her top


Danny could hear everything going on but was helpless to stop it. He stood against the face of the draw banging on it and yelling for Heather to stop. After his hands and throat became sore he gave up taking a seat and tried to get a hold of his anger at Heather, how could she just flippantly disregard his feelings like that. It wasn’t Heather and Trish going at it that bothered him, it’s what he knew Heather was going to do next. He sat in the dark listening to Heather and Trish have there fun.


After kissing and touching for a little while Heather leaned back and said to Trish "ready for some real fun?" and reached for her purse. Dumping it out on the bed she watched the contents sprawl out. Trish started undressing when Heather began picking at the items which were not the little people and flipped them off her bed. "Lipstick, nope, don't' need this, eyeliner, nope, brush nope" and then more rapidly picking and tossing items "nope, nope nope nope" until all that was left was the three little three inch people. She grabbed one and said "little man, nope, oh wait, we do need this" she looked to Trish and said "catch" and flipped the little guy to her.


"Oooooh, for me" Trish said catching him in her two cupped hands "just what I always wanted, a sex toy that moves without batteries"


Heather grinned as she plucked the other two up, she was glad Trish was getting into it, for a moment there she thought she would be to afraid of hurting them, no doubt the liqueur has something to do with it. Trish has always been the most wild of the bunch but would never hurt a fly, she just loves to party. Well, were going to party tonight Heather thought.


Trish was amazed at the tiny figure in her hands, she moved in close and nuzzled the little man with her nose "awww, aren't you cute, wonder how you taste?" Trish asked and took a long lick of the screaming man as he tried to ward of her huge tongue. "Mmmmmmm, yummy" Trish said as she puckered her lips and planted a huge kiss that consumed his face and most of his body. "Did you like that? Because I'm going to kiss you with a different set of lips now."


The little man which was now Trisha's toy screamed louder upon hearing her plans for him and watched as she leaned back on one hand and spread her drawn up knees. Then he felt himself descend as his destination loomed closer and closer.


"Noooooooo, please, you can't do this to me, I'll die in there"


"I promise to be gentle, as long as you can hold your breath you'll be fine" Trish said mischievously.


Trish pressed her new toy against her libia and just held him there, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back soaking in the power she was holding over this little man. She had her hand cupped against her pussy with her little occupant between her palm and her womanhood and just held him there. She was marveling at her strength compared to his. In just a few short moments since she pressed him into her mounds his struggles had diminished greatly. Now she applied even more pressure and his struggles ceased altogether.


"Um, Trish? Are you ok? Aren't you going to do something with him?" Heather asked.


"Mmmmmmm, oh yeah, I'm going to do something" she answered with her eyes closed and head back still. "I'm just enjoying the domination I'm feeling over him"


Heather laughed and said "and I was worried about how you would react to using them" she then shrunk Becky to 2 inches and stuck the screaming woman into into her mouth head first up to her ankles. She began sucking on her like a lollipop moving her back and forth between each cheek as she sucked on her. There was no need to undress any of the little people since Heather didn’t shrink their clothes down with them. Heather however removed the rest of her own clothes after popping the little woman in her mouth.


Heather settled up by her headboard with one leg draped over the side of the bed and the other bent and tucked in by her pussy. She took the other little man from her hand and spoke to him around the woman she was sucking on, slurping down the saliva that had been accumulating in her mouth before she started speaking "So, have you ever had a foot job?" she asked the petrified man who shook his head yes. "Well, I bet you never had one like this" Heather said as she repositioned her hold on him so that he was dangling from her finger tips by his ankles.


She then lowered him to the soul of her upturned foot and gently began to drag his form up and down the length of her foot. "Mmmmmmm, so small you are, you’re not even half the size of my foot, how does it feel to be so helpless and weak?"


Heather heard giggling from Trish who was still in her same position only she had begun to mover her cupped hand up and down her pussy "Aren't you quite the little mind @!#$" she said to Heather.


"He's the little one, and I'm going to @!#$ more than just his mind."


Up and down from her heel to the tip of her toe the little man was dragged along Heather's foot. At one of the passes she stopped in the center of her sole and grabbed the man around his waist with thumb and forefinger "time to cum" she said and began to ever so slightly to lift up and push back down forcing him to hump her foot.


The little guy could do nothing but go along for the ride, he was terrified to be sure but while she was dragging him back and forth along her foot his member had become erect from his passes along her smooth skin. Now he found himself flopping up an down uncontrollably as he was forced to @!#$ this woman's foot. He was thoroughly degraded but his cock betrayed him as Heather forced him to be her puppet manipulating him to hump her foot. He couldn't help enjoy the feeling but those feelings were being washed away with fear again, she had increased the tempo and he found himself humping much faster than he could ever possibly move on his own.


His hands and feet were slapping against her skin as they flailed about helplessly while his midsection was repeatedly slammed into her foot. He felt his orgasm about to explode and as soon as he erupted he was smashed down hard into the soul of her foot and was moved back and forth in little quick jerky movements as the last of his orgasm was milked from him.


Once Heather felt the first drops hit her foot she had forced him down hard and moved him back and forth quickly milking him for all he had. She finally lifted him. still holding him by his hips and said "now that's a foot job, however, you did leave a mess down there, lets just do something about that" and lowered him back down to her foot again. She then took her index finger and placed it on the back of his head while holding him by the hips between her middle finger and thumb. Having him in position she wiped his face in his own cum smearing it around. She then lifted slightly and said "stick out your tongue." To afraid to disobey he shot out his tongue immediately and again Heather moved him about as he licked up his own spunk.


"Mmmm mmm, isn't that tasty." She dropped him face down on her sole and lifted her thigh as she slid her foot underneath and then lowered it trapping the little man between her thigh flesh and foot. She then redirected her attention back to Trish.


Her hand still cupped over the little man, Trish had begun stroking her pussy up and down. When she finally removed her hand it revealed a man half consumed by her lips. You could see an arm, his ass and just the back of his calf but the rest of him was swallowed up by her enormous womanhood.


Bill was terrified, here he was, imbedded in a woman's pussy lips and unable to free himself. He never felt so helpless and weak in his life as he did now. He remembered lying on this woman's soft skin of her palm and than moving in the direction of her torso. Before he knew it, he was face to face with her giant vulva. He thought she would have stopped there to reposition him, however, she never stopped till he was slammed against her pussy lips.


The heat was oppressive to Bill, he noticed it immediately. Her pussy was radiating like a furnace and the heat from her palm just added fuel to the fire, he began sweating immediately. Panicked, Bill began to struggle only to be pressed harder against the lips which were giving him the most heated passionate kiss he ever received. Still, he continued to struggle but his struggles were much weaker than at first and he had only been in this position a short while. Again more pressure was added and Bill found his strength sapped, the heat and lack of air was to much for him and he ceased his struggles entirely. What could he hope to accomplish anyway, trapped between this woman's palm and womanhood there was only one direction to go anyway and to his horror he suddenly realized from his dazed state that half his body was already consumed by her lips.


"Mmmmmmm, nice idea, eat him slowly" Heather said when she noticed Bill half consumed by Trisha's pussy. "Wait, don't move."


Heather began to shift her position crawling up between Trisha's legs. When she did this it freed Dennis whom was near dead from lack of oxygen. He remembered being milked and cleaning up his own cum on this gigantic woman's foot then dropped onto the same sole that just gave him the best foot job he ever received. Before he new it he felt an enormous weight settle on him as Heather's thigh touched down on her foot. The meat of her thigh conformed all around him as he was pressed into her. His air was immediately closed off and soon passed out thinking he would never wake again. Only Heather decided to get into a better position and when she did her thigh lifted off Dennis and he slid off her foot onto the edge of her bed where he remained unconscious.


Trish watched excitedly as Heather's face neared her pussy "Oh God, I can't believe we are doing this" she said as she shifted her eyes to Bill fighting to get free of her lips. "Guess we should get him out of the way so you can do what I think you are going to do."


"Well" Heather said as she slurped her saliva down around Beckys little form again "you have half the idea right but this little guy isn't leaving his new home quite yet"


Heather repositioned Becky into the back of her mouth and shoved her between her teeth and cheek. She than began taking long strokes with her tongue over Trisha's pussy which of course coated Bill in her saliva as well. After doing this for a few licks Heather grabbed hold of Bill's ankle between her teeth and pulled him out slightly till she could get at his leg. When she had enough of him out she took both his ankles into her mouth and poked the top half of him into Trisha's pussy with her index finger. Satisfied with his position Heather began to push Bill in and out with her teeth still clamped around his ankles.


Heather was feeling more drugged with power than ever, the way she was manipulating these new little toys was driving her crazy with lust. She had an incredible urge to just swallow Becky and feel her squirm in her stomach much like the gold fish had done when she was in college. Becoming more drunk with power by the second she fished Becky out from between her teeth and cheek and swallowed.


Becky was in misery, she had been in this woman's mouth for a while now and and the acids in her saliva were making her skin itch. She had many bruises and abrasions from colliding into Heather's teeth and nearly drowned half a dozen times in her captors saliva. When she found herself pushed into Heather's cheek she was relieved as it spared her the constant beating of being thrown all about her mouth. If she got out of this she would never look a lollipop in the same way anymore.


Becky' reprieve didn't last long as she found herself scooped out of her resting place by Heather's giant tongue. She began crying as she thought she was about to be battered around this giantess's mouth again but to her ultimate horror she felt herself rise and thrust backwards in a wave of saliva. She didn't have far to go since just a little earlier she was forced to the back of the mouth to make room for Heather's new occupant. She barely got to scream before she found herself halfway down the throat. The walls squeezed her along and soon she found herself free falling till she landed on a soft surface.


Heather orgasamed immediately, she never felt anything like it. Her pussy wasn't even being stimulated by physical contact and yet the power she felt when swallowing Becky set her off. She stopped her minstrations on Trisha as she enjoyed the feeling.


"Why did you stop?" Trish asked "come on get back to work" she said jokingly.


Heather didn't offer an explanation and instead just went back pushing Bill in and out of Trisha's pussy.


Becky was frantic, she knew she would die now, just a mater of time before she would be digested. But she was running around crying hysterically as if she could find a way out. She didn't know however that her moving about was giving Heather great sexual pleasure.


Heather couldn't take it and needed to orgasm again, she jumped back form Trish and leaned back on one hand while she arched her back up. With her other hand she found Dennis who was beginning to awake only to see an enormous hand scoop him up roughly. Before he could discern what was going on he was in darkness again. A dark and wet and oppressively hot furnace it seemed as he was jerked back and forth at a furious rate. That's when he realized where he must be as he was taking in mouthfuls of Heather's juices and being squeezed all over. He felt ribs break and bones crack, he tried to scream but was choking on her cum.


"Hey!" Trish yelled at her "what are you doing?"


"Sor sorry Trish, giv give me a a se second" Heather spat out as she was having the best orgasms ever, they just kept coming, the feeling coming from her stomach and knowing why were to much for her and she had to have a physical substance in her pussy to take full advantage of this incredibly feeling.


Trish watched in bewilderment as Heather was screaming and working what she assumed was the other little guy she had in and out of her pussy. Heather was cumming like a waterfall, Trish couldn’t believe the sexual ecstasy that Heather was in.


With a final scream Heather collapse back onto her bed. The movement ceasing form inside her. She casually slid the slumped form from her pussy holding him up by one ankle and simply dropped him to the bed below her pussy. The little guy was completely covered in cum and landed with a splat into the lake of juices between Heather's legs.


"Holy @!#$ Heather, that was wild."


"Mmmmmmmm, sure was” Heather said dreamily. There was no movement in her stomach anymore which was good, she couldn't take anymore of that feeling, she had never felt such sexual ecstasy. Still, the lack of movement was curious, surly she wasn't digested already, Heather just shrugged.


Becky felt like she was in the middle of the ocean during a hurricane. Heather didn't realize it but during her sexual frenzy Becky was being tossed around like a rag doll, she finally succumbed to unconsciousness after suffering numerous broken bones, bump, bruises and a concussion. Not to long after she was digested.


Trish looked at the still form between Heather's legs and asked "Do you think he is all right?"


"@!#$ him" Heather said


"Come on Heather, really, what if he's hurt or worse, dead? She went to poke him to see if she could get anything out of him. The very least she wanted to get him out of Heather's cum, he surely must be drowning. But before she could get to him, Heather quickly sat up, raised her ass and brought it down on Dennis.


"Heather!" Trish yelled "What are you doing?"


Heather didn’t know if the guy was alive or dead but obviously Trsih wasn't going to be able to handle being responsible for these guy's death's so she quickly lied "Don't worry, not only can I shrink them I can make them extremely durable, he's fine. In truth though, Heather doubted he was still alive and if he was he isn't now, her ass would make sure of that.


Dennis was in fact alive, barely, but alive, he hadn't drowned in Heather's cum while he was in her pussy but was broken up pretty bad by her enormous orgasms she was having. He had been broken and beaten in numerous places and took in lung fulls of her juices and her last embrace had broken his back. Just when he thought things couldn’t get worse he watched Heather's ass rise up and come back down on him.


"Oh, ok, I mean this thing is so surreal anyway, if you say so I trust you. Where's the woman?" Trish asked


Heather's heart ached at Trisha's comment, she loved Trish and had never lied to her but she couldn't tell her the truth. "Never mind them" she said "lets do something incredibly hot"


"Ok" Trish said intrigued "What do you have in mind"


"Well, I know you love anal, and of course I do, so lets make that little guy in your pussy our anal slave


Trish laughed and then a look of dread overcame her face "Oh my God, he's still in me" she said as she fished him out.


"Don't worry" Heather said they have enough air for longer than that, it's like a small cave for them in there, they won't run out that quickly as long as you didn't drown him.


"How could I drown him when you quit before I could cum" Trish chided Heather playfully.

Bill was sprawled on the bed looking up at the two Giantesses as he tried to catch his breath. Despite Heather's making light of it, it's not that easy breathing in there.


"So, what was this about an anal slave?" That caught Bill's attention and he sat bolt upright.


Heather laughed and said "looks like he heard that. That's right little man, your going to be our little ass slave."


Trish was getting turned on by Heather's comments, she looked at the little guy who was visibly trembling and she felt a pang of guilt. She knew Heather said these men had broken the law and were less than humanities best but she still felt bad. But Heather was also right that having this kind of control over them is a sexual aphrodisiac.


"So, how is our ass slave going to serve us first?" Trish said getting into it.


"That's simple” Heather said as she got up on all fours. The little discarded guy she plopped her ass down onto was now stuck to her ass cheek from the pressure and her cum, he was stuck like a fly in flypaper. Fortunately her ass and bed were soft enough to prevent his guts from splattering all over, Heather didn't think she could convince Trish that her powers were that strong as to put them back together. It was also at this point that Heather smiled to herself as she realized Dennis was still alive, she could feel him twitching on her ass

Heather scooped up the terrified Bill and held him up to her lips, she seductively whispered "What are we going to do with our anal slave you ask? Why we are going to use him as our double ended dildo of course" and smiled evilly.

"Oh, you are wicked Trish said"


Heather smiled "Oh yes, wicked but also fair. So fair I will ask our slave which of our assholes he wants to have his head in, so which is it slave? Trisha's or mine?"


Bill couldn't answer, he was scared beyond words so Heather answered for him. "Oh well, I guess he's not very choosy, so I'll pick for him, since Trish is the guest of honor you get to have you head up her ass, well, actually, your whole upper half will be in her ass, your lower half will be in mine and then we are going to @!#$ the living @!#$ out of you.


With that said Bill started screaming, "No, please, no, don't do this to me"


"Why not Bill? Didn't you and Dennis have your way with that 15 year old 6 years ago? Did you listen to her pleas of mercy? No, I didn't thinks so.


Bill , stopped screaming, he was shocked, how could this woman know that? But then again, he shouldn't be surprised given as how he fits in the palm of her hand.


Hearing what Heather just said, stokes Trisha's anger and forgets any guilt she was feeling. "Yeah, lets do it, stuff him in my @!#$ Heather, come on" she said and got up on all fours and spun around.


"First things first" Heather said "Need some lube" As she walked to her dresser, she noticed Trish wasn't looking and peeked at her ass, she grinned when she saw Dennis stuck to it. She reached into the draw and took out the K-Y Jelly.


Bill struggled and screamed but didn't expect mercy now, not since these woman knew what he did to that girl. But that didn't still his fear, on the contrary, he was terrified knowing where he was about to go.


"First we need you bigger, 3 inches won't cut it, lets see, how about 8 inches". With that said, Heather grew Bill to the desired height. "Mmmmm, should do just fine" and she began to apply the K-Y to him, making sure to smear it all over.


"Hurry up Heath, I'm dripping over here" Trish said


"Coming right up, and I mean right up" Heather said as she climbed on the bed behind Trish.


Trish rested her forehead on the bed and reached behind, grabbed hold of her cheeks and spread them wide in anticipation of her assholes new occupant. When she felt the first touch on her rosebud it quivered and pulsed waiting to consume her anal slave.


Heather teasingly rubbed Bill's head and face on Trisha's sphincter over and over. All the time Bill cried and begged but her play was interrupted when she hear Trish call out "Just shove him in already, I can't take it, stuff him in Heather please."


Heather just laughed and blew a kiss to Bill "Bye bye now" and pushed Bill into Trisha's @!#$. The sphincter spread to encompass his head and then sealed around his neck as it passed through her hole. Heather stopped for a moment enjoying the site before her. Before pushing him in further she opened her hand supporting Bills body on her palm and said "Trish, do me a favor, clench your @!#$ but not to hard and hold it."


"Oh, you are definitely wicked" Trish said and squeezed her sphincter. The effect was immediate, Bill started thrashing wildly, his air was immediately closed off as he was put into the most powerful choke hold ever. Heather giggled watching Bill struggle, his little legs kicking, they were truly powerful to these little people, they could even end their little lives with their sphincters, she got wet at the thought of it.


"That's enough Trish" and Bill was calm once again as Trish released her hold on him. Heather once again began to push Bill in further, rotating him back and forth as Trishas @!#$ spread wide to allow his shoulders. She continued pushing till he was into his waist, he was kicking and thrashing again.


Heather let go and watched as Bill’s little legs kicked franticly, with an amused smile on her face Heather spun her ass towards Trishas. She then worked a little lube onto her own @!#$. Taking Bill up in one hand and spreading her cheek with the other, she pinched Bill’s feet together and guided her @!#$ to him. Once she made contact she worked him inside her all the way till hers and Trishas cheeks touched.

“Mmmmmm, ready Trish, on the count of three just squeeze ok?”


Laughing Trish replied “Ok” Heather counted to three and they both squeezed. Bill began thrashing about as much as he could.


“Oooooooh” both girls exclaimed at once. “Lets start fucking him” Heather said. They both started to pull apart and then push back into each other till there cheeks again touched.

“Mmmmmm, faster” Trish said and both picked up the tempo.


Then faster....slap as their ass cheeks connect, faster...slap and faster still....slap....slap....slap....slap....slap...slap...slap...slap...slap..slap..slap.slap..slap..slap..slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap


The two giantesses were slamming there asses together as fast as they could building towards an incredible orgasm crescendo.


Dennis could do nothing as he watched Trishas monstrosous (to him) size globe get closer and closer. He was plastered to Heather's ass, barely alive, his back had been broken, he assumed he had numerous broken ribs, he had no strength left in him at all and was completely stuck on Heather's ass. He was positioned in a way that the left side of his face was stuck to Heather's ass cheek, then his torso was stuck to her as if he was lying on his stomach and his lower half was going at an unnatural angle off to his side but back up towards his head.

Heather and Trishas ass cheeks touched and stayed there for a moment enveloping Dennis. Dennis hoped he would suffocate before they got started but no such luck. They separated and then met again with more force, Dennis groaned from the pain and again the cheeks slapped together, more pain shot through Dennis’ body, slap and again Dennis is briefly engulfed in ass flesh...slap...slap....slap. Dennis couldn’t even focus on Trishas ass anymore as it slammed back into him faster and harder...slap....slap....slap...slap...slap...slap (losing
consciousness)...slap..slap..slap..slap..slap..slap..slap slap slap slap slap (crunch, dennis is no more) slap slap slap slap slap slap slap


For Bill things aren't as bad for him as for Dennis all things considered. He is grateful for all the lube put on him or surely his skin would have been chaffed to pieces by now, the worse part was the heat, he was burning up but other than that he was fine. He remained as immobile and ram rod straight as her could so as not to get twisted up and broken and considering the tight fit it wasn’t hard to accomplish. He was just along for the ride as the two girls ass walls glided back and forth over him.


as Heather and Trish continued to @!#$ there dildo Trish realized the little lump she felt against Heather's cheek must be the little guy Heather sat on but she was to aroused to care much right now and just hoped Heather made them tough enough.


Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap “Ohhhh, I’m coming Heather”


“Me me too, ke keep going, don don’t stop Trish”


Slap slap slap slap and finally both girls came like never before. In one final drive they slammed there asses together and held them together as they grinded into each other. Both girls plunged there fingers into themselves to achieve maximum effect of their orgasms. If Dennis hadn’t expired during there ass fucking he surely would have been gone now as he was turned into paste.


Heather pulled off Bill first and grabbed tissue off her night stand and quickly dropped down on top of Trishas back and began to kiss her neck. At the same time she wiped up the remains of Dennis from Trishas ass. Trish was on a high from the earth shattering orgasm she just had and didn’t seem to notice, she didn’t say anything anyway.


“Hmmmmm, I’ve never been induced into an orgasm before from anal stimulation” Trish mumbled.


“There are all sorts of enjoyment these little guys can give you” Heather said. She had finished wiping off the little remains from Trishas ass. She then kissed her way down Trishas back till she reached her butt where she then pulled the limp form of Bill from her ass hole. “I’ll go clean our little friend up” and she headed for the bathroom. Trish just murmured some sort of incoherent agreement.

In the bathroom Heather dumped Bill into the sink and turned the water on. She then turned to observe her ass in the mirror. “Ewww” was all she said as she wiped Dennis off her ass as well.


Bill near fainted when he saw what was obviously his friend. “Who was that”? Bill asked hesitantly


“That would be Dennis” Heather casually responded


“Where is Becky”? he asked not really sure if he wanted to know


Heather fixed Bills gaze and said nothing and rub her stomach and made a yummy sound. Bill shook with fear and decide he didn’t want to ask anymore questions


The water was high enough and Heather proceeded to wash Bill. Once finished she made her way back to the bedroom with him. She noticed Trish was no longer on the bed, she was about to call for her when Trish came back in with a glass of water in her hand and sat on the edge of the bed


Heather tossed Bill onto the bed and sat up with her back against the headboard


“Heather, that was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced”


“I know” Heather said as she absentmindedly played with Bill with her foot. She had shrunk him back down to three inches and at the moment she was pushing him around with her big toe, then when he was just about out of reach she would place her foot down on top of him and drag him back and repeat the whole process again.


Bill wasn’t enjoying this game any more than the other games. He was poked, pushed, knocked around then smothered briefly by this humoungous foot, he was terrified, especially knowing what this woman did to his two friends.


Trish noticed what Heather was doing and giggled. “Man handled by a woman's foot, some tough guy” she chided the little man.


Trish shifted her position so that she was facing Heather and both girls began playing with Bill. “Before he was our ass slave and now he is our foot slave” Trish said, she was getting into dominating the little guy with her foot. Both women were now prodding, knocking him down and covering him up with their feet as they talked. Trish would snatch him up between her toes then Heather would try to wrestle him out into her own toes. Heather would eventually get him from Trish and then Trish would try to take him back. Finally, their feet tiring they simply pinned him between each others foot. They had Bill pinned between the balls of their feet as they pressed them up against one another.


“So, what do we do with him”? Trish asked as she watched Bill struggle.


“I guess I’ll let them all go tomorrow” Heather lied


“Where are the others”? Trish asked


“In my draw” Heather said


“He looks fitting there doesn’t he” Trish said. “So helpless, we could press our feet together and squish the life out of you” she said tauntingly. She was remembering what Heather said he did to that little girl and it was making her angry


Heather jumped on the opportunity “You want to” she asked Trish with a gleam in her eye


Trish pondered it but said “no, then I am no better than this trash” that stung Heather a little bit but she said nothing, after all, Trish had no idea what she ahd done with all the others


“But, I think I would like to take this one home with me till tomorrow, I’ll bring him back then and you can release him, would that be ok?”


“Why don’t you stay here tonight, you’ve had a lot to drink?”


“I can make it, pleeease Heather, you still have two of your own to play with, three including Danny, come on?”


Heather couldn’t very well tell her about the other two being dead so she couldn’t argue with her “fine, take him” Trishas eyes lit up and and she snatched the little guy form between their feet


“Great, but the worm belongs under my foot, so do me a favor, shrink him down to an inch, I have an idea”


Heather was intrigued so did as Trsih instructed and made Bill one inch tall. Bill was more terrified than ever now at his new height


“Great, I’ll be right back” Trish said and made her way to the bathroom. She came back with Bill in one hand and dental floss in the other.


“What are you doing with that” Heather asked


“I want to wear him home in my shoe, the floss is to hold him in place”


Heather watched as Trish deftly tied Bill to the sole of her foot.


“Now, you said they are pretty durable right?” Trish asked as she extended her leg out admiring the little figure attached to the bottom of her foot. She had tied him so the front of his body was against her sole.


“Um, yeah, but they are not unbreakable so be careful ok?” Heather said nervously. She did not want Trish to be responsible for killing someone but couldn’t tell her she lied about them being durable


“No sweat” Trish said as she got up and began to get dressed



Bill had to keep his eyes closed to keep from getting sick that and the fear from watching her foot approach the floor, he expected to be squashed each time but Trish had a high arch and she seemed to be careful, although her foot still flattened out and applied enough pressure to his tiny form to expel all his air


The pressure eased off and he figured she must be sitting down or just shifting her weight to the other foot. As it turns out she sat down because her foot lifted and he decided to look and see what she was doing and wished he hadn’t. Trish was putting her foot into her clog and he screamed


“Ohhh, I don’t think he wants to go into your shoe Trish”


“Would you?!?” Trish said laughing


“Uh, noooo” Heather replied


Trish stood and so did Heather, they hugged, Heather made some remark about having to try that with one of them and Trish left. Trish normally would have stayed over after drinking that much but she wasn’t expecting to stay over and so made no provisions for her dog to be taken out


Bill’s world grew dark and much hotter being in her shoe. It thankfully did not smell bad, Bill wasn’t surprised, this woman was very attractive and obviously took care of herself, in fact, he was overcome with the scent of her foot that was right in front of his nose then the smell of the shoe itself, probably uses lotions and other beauty products to take care of her feet. The pounding of her feet stopped after a short while and he heard an engine roar to life, unfortunately for him she attached him to her right foot which means he won’t catch a break while she is driving. One thing he was thankful for is this woman doesn’t seem intent on killing him like the other woman


Trish drove home, she was wet knowing she had a little man trapped in her shoe pressing up against her foot, she took more delight knowing he was on her driving foot as she stepped on the gas and break petal as she drove. Finally, Trish arrived home, stumbled a little getting out of the car, really wasn’t a good idea to drive home she thought. Then walked up to her front stoop. She began climbing the steps when on the second step she dropped her keys. Bending over to get them she lost her balance,missed the first step with her right foot and landed on the walkway below it with a hard stamp. What she didn’t know is she just extinguished Bills life with that little stumble


Bill felt her get out of the car and then got hit with more pressure that at any other point of the night, excruciating pain shot through his body. “@!#$, what was that, I can’t wait for this woman to get in the house, hopefully she will take me off her foot.” The pounding started again as she walked and then he felt himself rise further than a normal step followed by more pressure than usual. “Urgghh, she must be climbing stairs, hope their is not many of them” The next thing Bill knew he felt his stomach drop out as he descended very quickly and came to a jarring halt. He had no time to discern anything as Trisha’s foot completely flattened out, her sole meeting her shoe entirely and crushing the life out of Bill


The bending over and loss of balance made Trish nauseous, she didn't even realize what she did to Bill, she just wanted to get in the house and puke. She made it to the toilet, threw up and then crawled to her bed and fell a sleep, clothes, shoes, squished Bill and all


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Control - Part 12


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“Ohhhh, my head” Trish thought to herself when she awoke. The nights activities started coming back to her, she remembered making out with Heather, Heather eating her pussy, playing with the little people, “Little people” Trish said and sat up. “****, I took that guy home in my shoe, he’s been there all night, hope he is ok” she thought to herself and slid her foot out of her clog. When she didn’t see the little man in her shoe she got a feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach. She slowly turned her foot over and immediately vomited at what she saw. The little man now was a messy stain stuck on her foot. “No no no, Heather said she made them durable, how did this happen” she thought, beginning to cry that she had killed a person. “I have to call Heather”


Heather awoke much the same way Trish did. Only without the shock and hysterics that Trish was now going through as Heather rub the sleep from her eye’s. She began replaying the night in her mind as well. Instead of tears she felt guilt much like a recovering drug addict, simply put she fell off the wagon last night, hard. “****, did I really swallow that woman? Jesus Heather, now you’re a fucking cannibal too, I’m building quite a resume. I don’t want to face Danny right now that’s for sure, I really let him down.” Heather's thoughts were interrupted by the phone, she answered and was greeted by sobbing incoherent sentences. (Crying) “Heatherrrr, I, I , I killed him, don’t know... when... how (sobbing) what am...waht am... going to...do... I”


“Ok, ok, slow down Trish, calm down hunny, start from the beginning, what happened?”


“I’m coming over (sob) I’ll be there shortly”


“Ok Trish, just get a hold of yourself, I’ll be here”


“Damn it, I never should have let her take him with her. Wonder how she did it? Sex or probably crushed him in her shoe, actually that’s probably it, she said something about not knowing how or when.” Heather sat holding her head in her hands. She would have to fess up to Trish now how she has been doing this to them all along, how she lied to her best friend, the person she loves more than anyone, Trish is like family to her. “Damn it” she thought again, this is getting bad now, never should have let Trish in on this, then again I wasn’t planning on telling her till she stumbled in on Danny. Maybe I can just tell her that my powers must have diminished as she got further away from me? No, I can’t do that, she still blame herself, I can’t let her feel any responsibility for this. Just hope she can forgive me, we’re close but this a lot to ask of someone.” Heather went into the bathroom and took a shower.


After cleaning up and getting dressed Heather put on a pot of coffee and waited, she didn’t wait long as Trish came barreling into the house. She ran up the stairs and embraced Heather. “I’m sorry Heather, I didn’t mean to, after thinking about it, it must have happened when I lost my balance going up my steps last night, I didn’t even realize I had done it, I felt sick and just wanted to get inside. I threw up and fell asleep, I didn’t even find out until I woke up today. I’m so sorry, I let you down and now I am a murderer” Trish cried as she hug Heather.


“Trish, this isn’t your fault, I think you better sit down, I have some things to tell you.”


Heather recanted the whole story to Trish, from start to finish. When she finally stopped talking Trish just looked at her stunned.


“You lied to me, how could you, you lied to me and now I am a murderer just like you.” Trish said as she got up and began to back away.


“Trish, don’t, I never intended to drag you into this, you have to believe me” Heather pleaded.


“Oh, because you have been so honest up till now right?”


Heather approached her but Trish slapped her hard, leaving a red hand print on her cheek “Stay away from me, you’re not the Heather I know, you’re a monster, the Heather I knew would never do this” she screamed and ran out of the house.


Heather just stood there, tears streaming down her face, one word replaying over and over in her head, monster, monster, monster. “My God, I just lost Trish”


Heather repeatedly tried calling Trish, each time getting her answering machine. Dejected, Heather gave up for the time being, if things were going to be all right between the two of them again Trish would need more time than this. It’s not every day you are responsible for your bestfriend killling somone, she was more concerned about Trisha’s emotional state. She finally decided to go talk to Danny.


Danny had spent the previous night listening to Heather and Trisha's escapade take place. When he woke up he was still fuming mad at Heather, more so in fact since she lied toTrish so she could get her fix of domination of little people. He heard the two of them fighting before which is unheard of, those two never fought, then he heard Trish scream that Heather is a monster, what the hell was going on out there? A little latert his world began to move as the draw slid open.


Danny looked up to see tears in her eye’s, she scooped him out and sat on her bed with him cupped in her hands.


“I really screwed up this time, think I may have lost Trish” she said sadly


“What happened last night?” Danny asked “well, besides the obvious” he added


“Basically I lied and now Trish killed one of them because of it”

“What?!?” Danny shouted and stood up.


“I told her that they were very durable, she took one home in her shoe and crushed him before she ever even got into her house.


“Jesus Heather, it’s bad enough you can’t get a grip on your urges but now you sucked Trish into it? Who can blame her for being upset.


“Hey, I feel more awful than you could possibly imagine, I don’t need you coming down on me about this too, this is Trish we’re talking about, you know how much I love her” Heather said angrily to the little Danny on her palm.


“You know what Heather, I was wrong, you need someone better equipped at handling this, I can’t help you. The situation is way worse now than it was a week ago. The whole things off, just make me big again and we’ll try to get you help.


Danny wasn’t prepared for when Heather suddenly threw him to the bed, she abruptly stood up with a finger pointed at Danny and poking him as she shouted, “better equipped at handling this? get help? You mean like a God damn shrink? And make you big? Who the **** do you think you are? This is probably the lowest point in my life and instead of getting emotional support from you I get that bull **** tough love routine. And what pray tell would I tell my shrink, oh, you see doc, I possess the ability to shrink people and then I use them for sex till they expire. Well, **** you Danny, I’m not seeing a shrink and I’m not making you big, you can stay like that the rest of your life for all I care. All that matters to me now is fixing things between me and Trish.” Heather stormed out of the room but shot back over her shoulder “move from that bed and you’ll be sorry” and slammed the door behind her.


“I really suck at this” Danny thought to himself while trying to get his wind back. “Your three fucking inches tall Danny boy, please remember that” he said to himself grimicing at the bruises forming on his body from where Heather was poking him.


As Heather was walking out to the living room there came a knock at the door, she quickly turned to go answer it hoping it was Trish but since when does Trish knock? Maybe because we are fighting she hoped. Unfortunately it wasn’t Trish, it was her friend Jessie. (Jessie is a friend you readers met wayyyy back in part 3 briefly)


“Heyyyyy, how are you, I just came to say good bye before shoving off” Jessie said.


“Oh Jess, I’m sorry, I forgot it was today, the last couple of days were a little crazy. How long are you leaving for again?”


“Six months, what’s the matter Heather? You really seem out of sorts.”

“Me and Trish had a fight and I had a fight with Danny too”


“You and Trish fought?” Jessie asked disbelievingly, “What about?”


“I don’t want to talk about it Jessie” Heather said curtly, Jessie was always about the drama, Heather new she was more interested in a juicy story than if Heather was all right.


“All right all right, just asking. I’m just surprised to hear that you and Trish are fighting, you and Danny I’m not surprised about.”


“I’m not even going to bite on that Jess, you’ve had an attitude from day one towards him because he went up to me instead of you, and don’t think I don’t know you have hit on him since and he’s still rebuffed you. You’ve stolen boyfriends from me in the past and the only reason I haven’t stopped talking to you was I was grateful to find out what they were before it got serious. If you ever manage to steal Danny our friendship is finished.”


Jessie just stood there with a who me look on her face.


“I’m serious Jess, stay the **** away from Danny”


“ok ok, geeze, looks like I’m leaving town at the right time, hope you’re in a better mood when I get back in 6 months”


“I’m sure I will be, when you come back me and the girls will throw you a big party”


“Great, can’t wait” Jess said and she and Heather embraced. “Sure you’re ok?”


“I’m fine, I’m going to go for a jog, clear my thoughts” Heather said and smiled, “go catch your flight, knock em dead at the photo shoot”


“Thanks, I’ll call when I get there, bye” Heather closed the door as Jess walked down the walkway.

Heather didn’t feel like talking to Danny yet so instead of getting her sweats from the bedroom she went to the laundry room and got some clothes she had washed and left on top of the dryer. Despite telling Jess she was fine, Heather was far from it, her mind was absorbed in what was happening with Trish and then there was Danny too. She grabbed her keys and lost in thought closed the door behind her without locking it and went for her jog.


15 minutes later came a knock at Heather's front door, the door knob jiggled, then opened and in walked Jess, “oh, good, she’s still here” she thought. “Heather?” Jessie called out and walked in further, “Heather?” she called again “I forgot, I need the blouse I loaned you, I want to take it with me, Heather?” Maybe she is changing, Jessie thought and went down to the bedroom. She knocked on the door and not hearing any answer walked in.


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Control - Part 13 conclusion

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Danny was panicked, he had been asleep and was wakened by Jessies calling of Heather as she came down the hall way towards the door. He looked around in all directions, he was smack in the middle of her bed with lots of ground to cover in every direction. He couldn’t even dive under some wrinkles in the comforter since the bed had been made and was pulled flat. He jumped when he heard a knock at the door, Danny lied down flat, he could only hope she didn’t see him.


Jessie opened the door and walk directly to the bathroom calling Heather's name again. The door was opened and no Heather. “Where the heck is she” Jessie said aloud. Then thinking to herself “guess she forgot to lock the door, not surprised with how distraught she seemed. Oh well, I’ll just take the blouse and leave a note.”


Danny was weighing his options, he was thinking maybe he should just get up and get Jessies attention. Heather clearly needed help and she apparently wasn’t going to listen to a 3 inch man but then again he didn’t know if telling anyone else about this was a good idea, after all, people are dead now, no, it’s better to wait and think this through, Trish is obviously aware of the moral implications involved here, and she is the closest to Heather, maybe after she calms down she will come back around to talk to Heather and get her help. As Danny was thinking all this he became aware of that sensation you get when being watched. When he looked up Jessie was standing by the dresser looking right at him.


Jessies hand shot up to her mouth when she saw the thing on the bed move it’s head and look at her. It had caught her attention when she turned from the bathroom and headed for the dresser. She thought it was a doll but it didn’t have clothes on and looked so real, then it moved and startled her. With her hand to her mouth still she stooped down a little and crept closer.


“No no no”, Danny thought to himself, “I can’t believe Heather left me here like this, now I have to explain all this **** to Jessie. Well, she obviously sees me , not surprising, I’m on a dark blue comforter, my pale form probably sticks out pretty good.” So danny stood up.


Jessie stood straight up and let out a startled cry when seeing the thing on the bed stand up. “Holly ****, what the **** are you?”


“Relax Jessie, it’s me, Danny.”


Jessie screamed again when the thing talked “Ok, ok, what the hell is going on” she crept closer again and said “Ok, what did you just say?”


“Jessie, calm down, look at me, it’s Danny, look” he said spreading his hands wide although he suddenly became very aware of his nakedness and covered himself “oops, sorry.”


“Oh my God, Danny? Is that really you?


“Yes Jessie, it’s really me” he said and rolled his eyes, Jessie really was a drama queen.


“What happened to you? This must be why Heather was so upset, why didn’t she take you to a hospital? How did you get so small?”


Listen Jessie, maybe you should just go, Heather will explain to you some day, all I can say is she can fix what has happened to me, really, just go, she will be upset if she knows you found me.”


What do yo mean she can fix you, people just don’t shrink Danny, how can she fix you?”


Danny sighed “Because she made me this way and she can make me my normal size again, actually, she can make me any size she wants, call it a gift of hers”


“Shut up” Jessie said in disbelief, “that's impossible”.


“Jessie, look at me, what more proof do you need, you said it yourself, people don’t just shrink.”


Danny watched as Jessie seemed to mulling this bit of logic over “she can do that at any distance? Change your size I mean?”


“I don’t know, I don’t think she even knows the extent of her power, but right now she is pretty mad at me, that's why I am out here in the opened like this, she never would leave me out like this, I really must have pissed her off, but listen....”


Danny didn’t finish his sentence, Jessies warm hand engulfed him, he was plunged into the darkness of her palm as she closed her fist around him. He felt himself swinging back and forth very quickly, he tried to scream but it just came out muffled as his face was squished into Jessies palm. “What the **** is she doing” Danny thought.


5 miles into Heathers jog she was still a mess, one thing she did know is she needed Danny by her side on this, she would have to enlarge him, he was right, things are escalating out of control. After my jog I’ll apologize to him, we need to help Trish.


Heather returned home, unlocked the front door and went to the fridge for some water. After getting her breath and thinking about what she would say to Danny she went to the bedroom.


“Danny I.... Danny?” She looked around but didn’t see him on the bed nor the floor around it. She got on her knees and looked under the bed. “Danny? I’m sorry, Danny come out please? We have to talk, I want to enlarge you, you were right. She was standing at the foot of the bed now with her hands on her hips, “Damn it Danny, come out?” She pleaded again, fear creeping into her voice. She carefully walked into the bathroom, scanning the floor than countertops. Her head was racing, where did he go she wondered, did he run away from me? She suddenly gasped, maybe an insect got him, a spider even, no, it can’t be that, even at 3 inches he could still fend off a common spider. Heather searched the house top to bottom, she never found Danny.


Jessies heart was racing, she couldn’t believe she had just literally stolen Danny, “what was that you said Heather, if I ever manage to steal Danny, ha, well, I certainly stole him now”. She still had him trapped inside her fist and decided to pull into a parking lot and went to a deserted part of it, once the car was stopped she opened her fist, Danny laid sprawled and gasping for air and damp with his and Jessies sweat.


“Jesus Jessie, what do you think your doing, where are we?”


“Where we are is not important, what I am doing is taking you for myself, I always get my man Danny, you should have come to me voluntarily, only blind fate could be behind me finding you like this, now you are all mine.”


“What are you fucking nuts?!?! Your Heather's friend, don’t you care abut that?”


“Of course I care, but she’ll never know I took you. You said yourself she was pissed at you, left you out in the open which you said she never does, so she will think you took off, or whatever, I don’t care. She must have forgot to lock the door, so I locked it when I left, chances are she won’t have know she left it unlocked, and even if she did remember that she forgot to lock it, when she comes home and finds it locked she will just think she was mistaken about leaving it open, plus I left my blouse I was there to pick up in her closet so she will never know I was in there, perfect huh” she said and winked at Danny.


“Perfect? What are you talking about, Jessie, get a grip on reality, this will eat Heather up, she will be guilt ridden which she already has enough of, plus, you just can’t go around steeling people damn it.”


“My little slave is kind of cute when he’s all worked up, I’ll let it slide now, but when we get to California, I’m laying the ground rules down.”


Danny’s face blanched “California, your taking me to California?”


“Yup, for 6 months although with this new twist I may stay there forever, your life's with me now, get used to it, I always get what I want.” Jessie lifted her thigh off the seat and slid Danny underneath so just his head was sticking out. She then pulled out of the parking lot and headed for home. Along the way she would take to playing with her new toy, she would simply shift her leg slightly and cover Danny up completely with her thigh, smothering him, giving him air and then smothering him some more, “this is going to be such fun owning him” she thought to herself. Six hours later Jessie was on a plane with her new found pet.


Heather was a mix bag of emotions, she was frantic, angry, hurt and also quite drunk. She spent the first 2 hours looking for Danny another hour calling Trish and another 2 hours drinking.


“Fine Danny” she yelled to the empty house “Go to hell then, serve you right if you get eaten by something or maybe I’ll just enlarge you, hope your not in a small space, could be quite messy” despite her harsh words Heather had no intention of hurting him nor did she want any harm to come his way, it was just the booze talking. She didn’t even believe she could enlarge him anyway, if he were still in the house sure, but what if he got out some how, at 3 inches she didn’t think that were possible but she looked everywhere for him and she knows from experimenting that there did seem to be a distance she was limited to. Although she also was aware she was still growing stronger with her powers and hadn’t reach full potential, she wondered if she would ever be as powerful as Emily (Emily is an ancestor of Heather's you readers met back in the earlier chapters). Heather eventually passed out on the couch and slept right through to morning.


Weeks went by, still no Danny and no word from Trish. Trips to Trisha's house turned up empty, she was never there, Heathers state of mind deteriorated, she eventually took her frustrations out on more little men.


From the moment Jessie got set up in her new place in California she began enforcing her new rules for Danny.


“This is how it will be Danny, you address me as Goddess, you will follow every command without hesitation, if you falter I will punish you severely, believe me, you won’t like it when I do. You will tend to my grooming, nails, toenails, teeth, I’m not using floss anymore, that's your job now, also I will use you as tissue paper, basically you will be whatever I make you to be and do all that I say. Any questions?”


Danny just looked at her, white as a sheet, he couldn’t believe what had happened to him in just a short time. He knew that Jessie hated that he rebuffed her advances but he had no idea she was this unstable, he definitely would have been more frightened at the prospect of being found by her if he had even the slightest inkling.


By your silence I will assume that you are fine with this new arrangement, oh, and slave, when I ask you a question you damn well better answer” she made her point by taking her index finger and smacking Danny across the face with it, although it was more like being punched by a 400 pound gorilla, it sent him sprawling to the table he was standing on. “Understand slave?”


Not even trying to get up, Danny meekly answered “Yes Goddess.”


“Good boy. Now we are going to do something I have been aching to do since we first met, I’m going to **** you.”


Jessie stood up from her chair, slid off her shorts and panties and snatched up Danny who was trying to crawl away, still dazed from the blow he took form her finger.


“You’ll be punished for that later, you are to never flee from me, right now I am going to have fun raping you with my pussy.” She sat back down in her chair, propped up each foot on the table and without hesitation slid Danny head first up her cunt. She had been dripping wet from the power she felt over him so she was lubricated plenty, she slid his little body in and out easily, moaning at the feeling radiating from her womanhood. She increased her tempo, pumping faster, squeezing Danny with her vaginal muscles. She came, more than she ever had before, still pumping Danny in and out. Finally she stopped, her head hung back, hands hanging down by the floor, Dannys little ankles barely sticking out of her pussy. She eventually pulled his limp form out, she held him up in front of her face by his ankles, she saw his chest moving and knew he was still alive. She then lowered him into her mouth and pulled him back out sucking off her juices, after that she casually tossed him onto the table and walked out of the kitchen.


Back in Heather's crumbling world little men were fairing no better, worse actually, she took to physically battering and tormenting them, the current four inch man was sprawled on her coffee table, a poke to his stomach and he curled into a fetal position.

“Oh come on, I barely touched you” Heather chided. “You men are pathetic, you pretend to be big and strong, trying to impress woman but as soon as the **** hits the fan you show your true colors and flee like the cowards you are” she said to the whimpering man and began flicking him around the table, each time sending him sliding ten feet “You (flick) are (flick) all (flick) worthless (flick) trash (flick).


“Please, please, stop, you can’t do this.”


“And that's another thing” Heather shouted interrupting his pleas “I can do whatever the hell I feel like” she was screaming now, her face inches from his body, she grabbed his curled up body in her fist, completely consuming his form, stood, shouted “where the **** is Danny and Trish” and threw him as hard as she could into the opposite wall. His body exploded on impact, sticking to the wall momentarily before peeling off and dropping to the floor below.


Meanwhile Jessie has been having a grand old time with her slave. At present Danny was kneeling in front of Jessies big toe, a bottle of polish beside him and a small torn piece of cloth. He had spent the previous hour removing the old nail polish from them as Jess read her book, now it was time to paint them a new color.


“Hmmmm, it’s so nice having your very own personal slave” she said peering over her book. “Do a good job my little foot boy” she instructed and went back to reading. On the days Jessie doesn’t have time for him to do her toes she does them herself but uses him as her toe separator.


When he finally finished he knocked on her foot to get her attention “All done my pet?” she inquired as she inspected her toes “not bad tiny, lie down on the floor” Danny did this hesitantly, but did it all the same, after the first time she used him for a dildo she was true to her word and punished him for trying to flee. She had tossed him into a frying pan along with some butter. Danny first avoided the heat by staying on the butter but soon that was a searing mass of liquid. He tried running to the edge only to be knocked back into the middle by Jessies enormous finger. He would run around drop to his knees, scoot around on his butt, anything he could to alleviate the pain. Finally she plucked his screaming form out of the pan and then tossed him into the freezer and shut the door.


That experience of both physical and psychological dominance was all Danny needed to obey not matter what Jessie ordered him to do. So here he was lying down, face up, scared and no clue what she was up to, but he soon found out. Once he was in position Jessie raised her big toe and placed it on his face, her toe easily engulfed his whole head. She didn’t apply any pressure, she simply let it rest on him, shortly after he started clawing at her toe and kicking his legs, she smiled at this simple display of domination she held over him, instead of removing her toe she continued to smother him.


Danny was frantic now, he could neither move this colossal toe off of him nor turn his head for the air his lungs desperately needed. “Why isn’t she letting me get air, my God she is going to kill me” Danny though as he panicked, his struggles diminishing.


Jessie didn’t start out with the intent to smother Danny to death, but for the life of her she could not bring herself to raise her toe off of him. She was so turned on by the power trip, just by resting her big toe on his face she could snuff out his life. She watched his legs stop kicking, his one hand fall away from her toe, the other hand weakly clutching and opening, she finally brought herself to take her toe away, Danny’s hand fell away to the floor.


She looked down at him, did she wait to long she wondered, she knew she waited longer than she should have, his hand was still moving right before she removed her toe though. She leaned over in her chair, nudged him with her foot, nudged him again and smiled as he feebly tried to wave his arm at her foot. He turned over, and climbed to all fours then collapsed back down into a fetal position.


Jessie picked Danny up with her thumb on his stomach and index finger on his back and placed him in her palm stroking him with her finger. “Awww, I’m sorry Danny boy, did I scare you” she said and giggled. Danny didn’t respond, just remained in his fetal position, terrified at how close he had just come to dying. He came close to dying with Heather but wasn’t aware of it as he passed out form the embraces her vagina was inflicting on him, he was awake for the whole terrifying ordeal this time.


“Well, I’ll let you rest. If it means anything to you I had not intentions of going that far, I want to keep you around as my toy, not kill you.” Jessie put him in her panties drawer and said to him “rest up, I’ll be coming back to play with you later” and closed it.


Heather sat on her sofa, head back, she just had another orgasm, one of the many she has had this afternoon. Her legs were bent with her feet resting on her coffee table, her fingers idly flicking at the two little legs sticking out of her pussy. Sometimes the little legs would kick briefly after she flicked them but usually would just hang limp. She did this for some time, not even looking, just resting her head back, thinking of Trish, thinking of Danny. Did Trish come back and take Danny thinking he was in danger. Is that why she won’t let herself be found? It would have been easy for her to do, she is the only one with a key to her place. She was broken from her thoughts from a weak tapping on her heel. She looked and saw that the man trapped under it had again began to try and get out. Most of his body was consumed by her heel, some of his hair could be seen just peaking out under the right side and his ankles and feet were sticking out the left side, but that's all you could see, except for his right forearm that had taken to beating on the bottom side of her heal again.


Instead of lifting her foot she sneered and grounded her heel down on top of him, harder and harder, his hand slapping at her foot with new vigor until a audible crack was heard and her heel met the coffee table. She put her head back and began thinking of Trish and Danny again. After another hour of this and three more orgasm she pulled the toy out of her cunt and tossed him on the coffee table where he landed with a wet slap from all of her juices covering him. She was actually surprised to see him still alive, he was pleading to her, reaching out to her with one arm, as if to say please, no more.


“You want me stop?” she asked and he nodded, “Just make it all stop?’ again he nodded “Fine” she said, flicked him onto his back and stood up “I’ll make it all stop for you” and sat on him. The little guy could only put his arms up in defense as if he could actually ward of the impending mass coming at him. Her left globe consumed him entirely, the soft flesh conforming around his body. Then the flesh became harder and heavier. He groaned and then smooshed against the hard unyielding surface of the table. If he were still alive he would have felt himself being twisted this way and that way as Heather grounded her ass back and forth. She got up and he went with her, stuck to her ass, feeling nothing anymore, everything stopped just as he had begged. When Heather looked to the table for the other one she didn’t see him, then she became aware of a lump under her heel, she lifted it and he too was stuck to her. She peeled him off and the one on her ass, went into the bathroom and flushed them away.


The reason Heather couldn’t find Trish is because she left town, she took a trip to the Cayman Islands, to try and sought things out. She could forgive Heather, but couldn’t be part of murder, she was going to report this to the authorities she finally decided. She would stand by Heather, support her, get her help but she was going to face the music for what she had done. Of course proving it was true and not sounding like a lunatic was a different problem, she could get Danny away form her some how, that would definitely prove her story if she displayed a 3 inch man to the authorities. Or if she couldn’t get him than just provide the facts about the people missing, they wouldn’t be able to ignore that and at the very least would have to investigate possible murder whether they believed the rest of her story or not. Then maybe Heather would crack under the investigation and come clean, especially with me there encouraging her to and that everything would be all right. Clearly she wasn’t sound of mind when she committed those acts, an insanity plea might work. Then again maybe she will turn on me and shrink and get rid of me like the rest, no, I don’t believe she would do that.”


“No, she wouldn’t, but I will.” Trish whirled around to see who had spoken to her and apparently answered a question she had just thought in her mind. She squinted up into the sun but couldn’t make out the strangers features, all she knew was it was a woman, looked like Heather actually from what she could make out but she had an accent. “No, I’m afraid you won’t be talking to anyone dearest.”


“Jessie stop please’ Danny screamed, but Jessie didn’t care to stop, she was feeling to good. She had Danny’s lower half inserted in her vagina and was using his face to stimulate her clit. Her index finger pushed again, driving his face in deep against her love button and giving quick little jerks of her finger to rub his face against it. She came in torrents, mashing down even harder on his head as his face was squashed into her clit. She let go and lied back, basking in the after glow. Danny was doing anything but enjoying the afterglow, his nose and the corner of his mouth were bleeding from being grounded into her clit.


As life went on, if you could call it a life for Danny, it had been two months since Jessie took him from Heather. “Heather” geeze Danny thought, “I can’t eve imagine what this has done to her.” But as his captivity progressed with Jessie, she began using him for things other than sex, things like she rambled off to him when they first got here. He was not a person to her anymore, probably hadn’t been since the day she reasoned she could just kidnap him but as time wore on she saw him more and more as a possession, her personal property like a pair of shoes she could use all day and just kick off into the closet when finished. Now he found himself having one wrist being wrapped up in a twister, like those used on a bread bag, and the other end being wrapped around a nail Jessie had driven into the wall moments earlier. She repeated the process on the other wrist.


“There, all finished” she said and lowered her pants and sat on the toilet bowl. “Know what you are now little boy.”


“No Goddess, I don’t” he answered with a horrified look.


“Toilet paper” she said and laughed, just think of all the money I will save on not buying anymore”, she joked and laughed again.


Danny could hear the trickle of piss hit the water below, then become harder until it was full force. The whole time Jessie looked him right in the eye’s with eager anticipation, Danny held her gaze but with pleading eye’s, when the corners of her mouth broke into a grin, Danny began begging, “Please Jessie, don’t do this, it’s not right, please, all I did was not go out with you, how could I, I was with Heather, how can you hold that against me, how can you be so cold and mean like this.”


“Cold and mean” she repeated, you don’t want to see cold and mean Danny, right now I am using you to dab up when I go number one, make me angry and I’ll use you to wipe up number two, call me by my name again and not Goddess I’ll take a crap and make you sleep in it” She said this matter of fact, as if she can and will use him however she liked. She proved it when she reached out to him and undid the twisters. Danny just cried, defeated, what could he do anyway. He watched as her mounds and glistening lips got closer and closer. She pushed him up against the wet drops, dabbing him along and then a final wipe before reattaching him to the twisters. “Now you know what toilet paper feels like” she said pulling her shorts up and washing her hands. Before leaving the bathroom she added, “You know, unfortunately for you, I have a small bladder and go quite a bit.” Danny softly wept to himself as she shut out the light and left.


Jessie didn’t always leave him hanging there when not using him for toilet paper, she would shower with him, use him for sex, then as soap, Danny knew all about being soap as he experienced that with Heather. She would also play with him by putting him on the bottom of the tub and then gently placing her foot on top of him, she then would thrust her foot forward and see how far he would slide along the bottom, her goal was to see how far up the curve of the tub she could get him. Of course she was also prone to coming in and untying his binds only to be shoved in her panties and firmly held in place against her vulva on the nights she went out. Or if she needed her nails done she would go in and get him or if she just felt like using him as a dildo. She was even using him to blow her nose now. But when he wasn’t in use as something else he always served as her toilet paper. She would come in and greet him “hello toilet paper” sit down and do her business, sometimes just peeing sometimes doing both but always just using him to wipe up her pee which he was very grateful for instead of wiping up the other end.


Today he was back in his customary spot, attached to the twisters and in walked Jessie with her customary greeting “hello toilet paper” she sat and did her business, number one and two. She eyed him, somewhat more mischievous then usual, he dismissed it, probably just hornier than she normally is he figured. She reached for him, and brought him towards her pussy lips, dabbing and wiping as always. When she finished, instead of feeling himself moving in the direction of the twisters he was swung around her back.


“Nooooooo, Jessie, noooo, please noooo, don’t” but his pleas fell on deaf ears, his progress continuing up between her cheeks, driven into the warm copious substance until the area was made clean with his little form.


Heather's big hand came down and slapped the little man into the soft bed again, when she removed it, the sprawled form tried to regain his composure and crawl away only to be slapped back down again. She had her elbow on the bed with her hand supporting her face as she sat on the floor, she was getting bored so she hooked her middle finger behind her thumb and let it uncoil into the little mans stomach. His form lifted off the bed and crashed down near the other side. He rolled and came to s stop as he clutched his stomach, ribs broken. She got up, went over to him and scooped him up, she inspected him in her palm. “You, know what, the novelty of playing with little men is wearing off, you guys bore me.”


“**** you you whore” the man spat out.

“No, **** you you little ****, I wonder what would happen if I stuck you in my mouth and blew really hard, lets find out” she said, shrunk him down to two inches and pooped his screaming form into her mouth. She expanded her chest and blew as hard as she could into her closed mouth, the little thing inside exploded. She grimaced at the taste, went to the bathroom and spit him out into the toilet. She flushed, brushed her teeth and left the bathroom. “Yup, that's what I thought would happen” she mused to her self.


Jessie came in to the bathroom, gave her customary greeting, pulled her skirt down and sat on the bowl.


“One or two this time?” Danny asked, she had used him a few times on the other end now, it was nauseating, the smell, the taste as some would inevitably wind up in his mouth, the foulness of it all, he couldn’t take it, the urine was bad but not like this.


She grinned and held up two fingers.


Danny’s heart sank “how much more are you going to use me like that Goddess”?

“I will use you like that every time I have to go both” she said matter of fact, “your toilet paper, why wouldn’t I.”


Danny just hung his head, his arms ached and he just wanted out of this nightmare.


His thoughts were interrupted when he felt her fingers close around his waist and undo his ties. She then then held true to her word and cleaned both ends of her. The one thing he was grateful for was that she rinsed him off in between wipes by reaching over to the faucet, than when completely done wiping she washed him with soap and water before securing him to the wall again as opposed to when she just wipes up her pee she simply hangs him back up with it all over him.


Later that night she took him out to eat dinner with her, when he asked where his food was she answered around a mouthful of food, “hold on” then lowered her head and spit a little food out for him. “there you go baby, all pre-chewed for you too.”


Danny stood up abruptly, “damn it Jessie you can’t keep treating me this way.”


Jessie stopped chewing, her eye’s narrowing, she lowered her head and spat out the huge mound of food that was left in her mouth and snatched Danny up in her fist. “You listen to me, get it through your head, you belong to me now, forget Heather, forget your old life, forget that you were ever a real person and this will be much easier on you, the sooner you except you are property, my property, the sooner you can let go of your former life. Now I said eat and she thrust his head into her glob of food and held him there. He started thrashing, arms flailing, legs kicking before she pulled him out. “Now eat every last bite, you could have gotten away with just having to eat that small portion I gave you, now you have to eat this huge portion for disobeying me. If you don’t eat every last bit of that I’ll suffocate you to death in it.” Danny didn’t need to be told again, he hastily began to eat up his dinner.


The next day Jessie came into the bathroom but instead of using the toilet she just undid Danny’s binds and took him into the Kitchen. She taped him spread eagle to the counter top so he was facing up. She held up two metal letters, “See these, I pried them off one of my luggage bags, I think after last nights outburst over dinner you need one more lesson and reminder of whom you belong to.”


“What are you going to do?” Danny asked terrified.


“Do? why I am marking my property” she answered as she gripped the front of one letter by needle nose pliers and held it over the flame on the stove, turning it back and forth.


“Oh ****, oh ****, please Jessie, don’t do it, please, I’m begging you, I won’t disobey you anymore, I promise.”


“Hmmmm, but you just did, what did I say about calling me by my name? Perhaps I should brand your forehead instead of your chest, then maybe you will remember to address me as Goddess.”


“I’m sorry Goddess, please don’t brand me at all, please.” Danny begged hysterically.


“Now now my little slave, it won’t hurt for long, shhh” she said as she moved the pliers with the letter it was holding towards his abdomen. She pressed it into his flesh and Danny screamed out, she held it there and then removed it and picked up the other letter and stuck it in the flame. A few moments later she pressed that one into his skin as well. She undid the tape on Danny and ran hs body under the cool water from the faucet, he passed out before she was through.


When he came to he saw Jessie looking down at him, smiling as she stroked his little form on her thigh. “There there, that wasn’t so bad was it, he looked down to his chest which was covered in ointment, his eyes rolled, his head fell back against her soft skin and he passed out again.


When he awoke again he found himself in a fish tank. he tried to sit up and flinched form the pain in his skin, he looked down and saw his upper body was wrapped in a bandage.


“Good, your awake” Jessie said entering the room “You were starting to worry me, you have been out of it for 24 hours now. So I am going to leave you alone for a few days, then we will see how you are feeling and check out your new mark.” And that's exactly what happened, for three days Jessie provided food and water, put the TV on in the room, of course he was stuck to watching the same channel all day but what was he to do, he didn’t dare complain, Jessie broke him completely with that last act. He was now marked as her property, he truly belong to her now he thought, there is no way to get back to Heather and in fact Jessie was right, best not to think about her or his old life at all, Goddess Jessie was his life now, his whole universe for that matter.


“Ok then, lets see how you look” she said and took Danny out of the tank. She gingerly removed the bandages, then washed off the ointments she had been putting on him and held him up to her face to inspect. She smiled and said “Mmmmm, not bad, I’m wet just looking at this. What do you think?” she said and held him up to the bathroom mirror.


Danny cringed, across his stomach was the giant letter J and covering his chest was a giant A, Jessies initials, Jessie Armstrong.


“Well I think it’s fantastic, now it’s official, you’re my property, how does that make you feel my slave?”


Danny didn’t miss a beat “I think it’s wonderful Goddess, I look forward to serving you forever.”


Jessie beamed “ohhh, aren’t you the sweetest, yes,you will be serving me forever, I like California a lot, think I will stay here with my little toy.”


Time went on, Jessie stilled used him as toilet paper but not as much, her new thing was to wear a chain around her waist, the excess at the end draped down to her pussy. Attached to that end was Danny. Whenever she was in the mood, which was almost all the time she would insert him in her pussy, if she were home she would slide him in and out till orgasm and if she was out she would stick him in and then use her vaginal muscles to have her way with him. If he wasn’t inserted up her lips she would simply let him hang down there. It was worse when she wasn’t wearing clothes, which she never did around her house anymore, at these times he would bounce off her mound as she walked and he would sway around, repeatedly bumping off her flesh, this in turn would excite her which would then in turn end up with Danny being stuffed up her pussy, a vicious cycle for Danny.


Heather was home one night, with no little men this time, she hadn’t taken one in a week now, she was starting to come out of her grief, starting to see how she was being the monster Trish accused her to be, seeing how she was miserably letting Danny down. She still craved the little men. True, she was getting bored playing with them but sex is sex, when she is horny that's when she wants a warm little body squirming around in her cunt. She was drinking again as she had been since the whole Trish and Danny episode began almost 3 months ago now but she wasn’t drunk. The door bell rang and she got up to answer it. “Who could this be” she thought and opened the door “Emily” she gasped. Remembering the last thing this woman had said to her,”if you ever see me again dear, it means I’ve come to make you my nipple slave again.”


“Hello dear, I think we have a lot to talk about, and no, I’m not hear to take you, just clean up your mess.” She brushed past a stunned Heather. Heather was terrified of this woman. She had kept her in her nipple for nearly a year, she is much more powerful than Heather.


“What do you want Emily? This isn’t a good time.”


“Like I said sweetie, I’m here to clean up your mess.”


“You know about it?”


“But of course dear, I’ve been watching you since I let you go. You see I was afraid you would lose control, let out our secret and I was right. Your little girl scout friend Trish was about to blow the whistle on you. Know why you couldn’t find her, because she was in the Caymans, trying to figure out what to do about you, she is the sweetest thing really.”


“What did you do to her Emily?” Heather said sternly.


“Oh relax, she fine dear” Emily said as she rubbed her hand over her pussy seductively.


“You didn’t?” Heather asked disbelievingly as she watched Emily rub her self.


“Mmmhmmm” Emily replied.


“Get her out now.”


“My my, aren't you the brave one, are you forgetting who is more powerful here.


“I don’t give a **** Emily, I love Trish, I don’t blame her for anything she has done, I don’t care that she took Danny...”


“Took Danny” Emily repeated cutting off Heather “No no hunny, she didn’t take Danny”


“You then?” Heather asked.


“Nope, not me either, actually I don’t know who has him. I was paying attention to Trisha, she was the one I was worried about so I monitored her, I learned about Danny’s disappearance from you, you I can monitor from quite a distance because of our heritage. But by then I couldn’t get a bead on him, hate to say it, but I think he is dead hunny, either that or left the state and how could he do that at his size. No, he must have been eaten by something I figure.


“Heather slumped into a chair, she knew if Emily couldn’t pick him up a trace of him then he very well might be dead, how could she be so stupid as to leave him out like that.”


“Stay with me Heather” Emily said, Danny is the least of your concerns, see, I need to know that I can stop baby sitting you, I don’t want to clean up your messes forever. Now, I could make you my nipple slave again or simply kill you, both of which would solve this whole dilemma. Or I could get rid of Trish, no Trish, no one to tell authorities, no one to uncover our history and no one to come hunting after me. since your family I’ve decided to terminate Trish.


“You can’t!” Heather screamed and jumped out of her chair. She quickly found herself forced to her knees and unable to move.


“I can and I will my dear. You see, after you see someone you love so much perish you will be much more careful in the future because if I have to clean up a mess of yours again the next ones to perish will be your parents.”


“Nooooo” Heather let out an agonizing wail.


“Sorry dear” Emily said as she dug her hand down the front of her slacks. Heather could see Emily's fingers manipulating something form her womanhood,that something she knew of course was Trish. When Emily bought her hand back out of her pants a limp and juice covered Trish dangled from her ankles by Emily's finger tips. Heather cried looking on helplessly as Emily gently lowered Trish to the floor. Emily then raised her pump, keeping her heel on the floor and shifted her foot over Trishas little three inch body. As she began to bring the pump down Trish started to come to, when she was fully awake she was greeted by Emily's pump descending upon her. She screamed and thrust her arms up but they were easily overpowered as the pump continued to descend.


“Nooooo, Emily don’t” Heather screamed again.


Hearing Heather's voice Trish craned her neck back and saw Heather kneeling there, she reached out and arm for her, pleading, “Heather, help me” as the pump made contact with her body “oh God no, please Heather please help me.”


“Emily stop, please, stop, take me, don’t do this, take me, take me take me” she sobbed as she watched the pump continue to lower.


“I love you Trish, oh God please Emily don’t” Emily continued to lower her foot, agonizing slow, all that could be seen of Trish was the one arm stretched out to Heather for help, her screams muffled, Emily’s foot never stopped until it met the floor, a crunch clearly heard.


Heather let out an incredibly anguished wail, her head began flooding with visions, feelings, memories of all the victims she had taken, all the pain their families felt, all the heart ache, all the grief, the physical pain each victim endured, Trisha's pain, and even Dannys. She let out one more scream, “Dannnnnny” and collapsed to the floor unconscious.


At the same time Heather screamed out Dannys name was the same moment Danny enlarged to his normal height. Unfortunately for Jessie, her new use of Danny was to fasten him to her clit by a clit ring. She had been dancing around to music, enjoying the sensations caused by Dannys swaying weight on her love button when a searing pain flashed through her clit. Danny had enlarged and caused him to rip free of Jessie. Jessie looked down at her mangled clit, bloody, hyperventilating. She looked at Danny on all fours, gathering himself together, his face turned up to hers and he grinned, he then sprang up unleashing an uppercut that would do any boxer proud. Jessie left her feet and came down in a heap. He immediately thought of Heather and had to get to her as fast as possible. He rifled through Jessies closet, looking for a long coat, he grabbed a pair of Jessies sweats that didn’t look to ridiculous on him, after all, she was nearly six feet herself so the fit wasn't that bad. He was weak, felt terrible, needed food and just wanted to leave but despite all Jessie did to him he couldn’t leave her there bleeding all over the place. He got a first aid kit from the closet, fixed her up, put her to bed and left.


When Heather came to, she was in her bed, Emily was sitting next to the bed in a chair.


“Welcome back” Emily said.


“Just kill me too Emily, Trish is dead and so is Danny for all I know”


“You sure you want her to do that” a familiar voice called out next to Heather on the bed. Heather rolled over and looked up into Trisha's smiling face.


“Trish” Heather exclaimed excitedly, “oh my God, is it you, I saw you die, how, what happened? she asked exasperated, looking back and forth between Emily and Trish.


“Well” Trish said, I thought I was going to die to, it seems our witchy friend over there isn’t so mean and cold after all. She put her foot down on me for sure but after it covered me up the rest of what you saw was in your own mind, courtesy of Emily, loosely translated she fucked with your mind.”


Heather looked at Emily who raised her eyebrows a couple of times at Heather “But why?” Heather asked.


“To cure you Heather, after you thought Trish had been killed I also flooded your mind with all the emotions and feelings of all your victims and their families, all their loved ones for that matter, that part was real, you felt what they all felt.


Heather shuddered at the memory, so much pain, so much suffering, all caused by her. Then remembered Danny’s suffering. “Oh my God, Danny, I felt him in all those memories and feelings.”


“Shh” Trish soothed her, Danny’s fine he’s on his way back. He called while you were asleep.“


“But where was he? What happened?” Heather asked.


“Well, apparently our friend Jessie is not such a good friend.


“Jessie” Heather said, her teeth clenched, eyebrows furrowed.


“Yeah, she kidnapped him and kept him for herself. When you went out for your jog, you forgot to lock the door. Jess came back to take her blouse she lent you and found the door opened, she thought you were here when she found the door unlocked so let herself in, she didn’t find you but found Danny, so she took him”.


Heather seethed as she listened to all this “How did he get loose? Who’s brining him back?” she asked


“He’s bringing himself back dear” Emily answered, he’s normal size again. An unexpected plus to my plan. I really did figure he was dead, eaten perhaps, I never imagined one of your friends took him. I’m not God, I don’t see everything, Jessie was an unexpected player, why would I scan California for Danny. Where would I have even begun? But when I connected with your mind, flooding you with those emotions, you picked up Danny’s own suffering. With our two minds connected your own powers became enhanced. Your much more connected with Danny than I am, you found him and aware of his pain you enlarged him, something you wouldn’t normally have been able to do at such a distance without tapping into my power. Luckily for Danny he was in the open, unlucky for that tramp Jessie, she had him attached to her clit.”


“Ouch” Heather said and began laughing, they all laughed for a few moments, then Heather asked “So, you want me to turn myself in then?”


“No, I won’t allow that” Emily stated matter of fact. Lets face it dear, all but two of your victims were guilty of crimes; rape, child molestation, murder, violent robberies, I wouldn’t lose to much sleep over them. But the fact is, your addiction would have led you to people who weren’t guilty of crimes, you would have grown tired of the dirty ones and would have wanted clean ones. I’m not saying you won’t ever get the urge again but if you do, you will remember the pain and suffering you caused, you’ll remember the anguish you felt when you thought Trish had died and won’t act on it. You actually have a good heart, you just got lost for a while. Having this kind of power isn’t exactly a normal situation. I don’t think any jury is qualified to pass judgment on a case like this.”


Heather looked to Trish, “What about you, Emily told me you decided you were going to the authorities. Can you live with what has happened if you don’t confess?”


“I can sweetie, I agree with Emily, besides, I don't want to be that close to her pumps again” she said and they all laughed. “Besides, I think you can do more good with your freedom than you can behind bars.”


“What do you mean?” Heather asked.


“Think about it, you have an amazing gift,I think you should go back to med school and become the best damn healer this world has ever seen.”


Heather looked to Emily with excitement in her eye’s “Do you think I will become that strong Emily”?


“You can and you will my dear, hate to say it but when you reach your full potential you will be more powerful than me and I can heal injuries myself. I was a little to robust with your friend their, cracked some ribs but she’s all better now.”


Heather looked to Trish and Trish raised her arms up and flexed indicating she was 100% ok.


”When you do become more powerful than me just remember how I helped you today, just in case you get any ideas of pay back for that little nipple thing I did to you” she said and winked. They all laughed again.


“Thank you Emily, everything is going to be all right, for the first time in a long time I feel like everything will be ok.” Looking to Trish she added, I’m so sorry I put you through all this” and hugged her.


Trish returned her embrace “I know hunny, it’s ok, everything is ok.”


“Your idea is perfect, I going back to school, I’ll work miracles and be the best doctor ever.”


“Just keep your hospital miracles to minor ones, don’t go around drawing to much attention to yourself. Keep the big ones where no one will know about them but you.”


“I will Emily” Heather said. They ate breakfast and then Emily said her good byes to them.


“Don’t you want to meet Danny.”


“No, no I’m afraid if I take a shine to him I may take him with me” she said and winked at Heather. “I’m kidding child, I’ll meet him when you invite me to the wedding” she said as she turned and left.


Heather and Trish looked at each other “wedding” they said in unison and started squealing like little school girls.


Epilogue: 2 years later


“And that's that Heather said to the little man, my powers are strong enough now that I can fix the little things, soon I will be able to heal more serious problems and I’ll graduate med school not to far down the road.”


“So wait a minute” the little guy she had imprisoned and been recanting this whole story to said. If you have changed your ways why have you kidnapped me and imprisoned me in this disgusting cocoon of your snot.”


Heather laughed and said “Oh, that, well, it’s not a much as it appears, look again” she said. When the little guy looked he saw he was no longer in cased in her phlegm like he thought, just some of it was on him.


“But, but a minute ago I couldn’t move” he stammered.


“No, you only thought you couldn’t, I took a page from Emily's book and made you believe you were incased in it like amber.”


“But why, why have you done this to me.”


“To teach you a lesson and keep you form making a horrible mistake. I’ll show you”, she touched her finger to his little forehead and a tragic vision filled it, and accident scene, a mangled 18 year old girl strewn in the wreckage and a man failing a sobriety test badly, the man was him. she took her finger away and he dropped to his hands and knees shaking.


“You have a bad drinking problem, I suggest you get help and I suggest you never ever drink and drive again she said sternly. If that vision wasn’t enough to stop you than be sure that if I find out that sweet girl has her life cut short by your recklessness you will perish most horribly.


The man put up his hands “Don’t worry”, the vision and feelings from what Heather had shown him still had him shaken badly. “I’ll get help for myself, I promise.”


“I know you will” Heather said grinning at him.


“So what now?” he asked.


“Now, now you go back to your life, my husband will be home soon and I want to fix him something nice. she picked the little man up and placed him on the floor, he then grew to his natural height.


“Geeze lady, you sure know how to make a point.” Heather just smiled. “Hey, what about that tattoo” he asked, “the guy you had imprisoned as a live tattoo on your inner thigh.”


“You mean this tattoo she said and lifted her skirt up. Instead of revealing a tiny live man bound in chains tattooed to her thigh, there was a tattoo of a rose. “Just another hallucination I gave you. I wanted to scare the **** out of you.”


“Well you succeeded” he said and they both laughed. Heather walked him out. Before leaving he turned and asked, “Oh, one more thing, you said you had one with you now, what happened to that one.”


“Heather smiled and said “Never you mind. Go now, before I have a change of heart with you” and winked at him. He smiled, thanked her and left.


Later that evening, as Heather and Danny relaxed on the couch Heather turned to him and asked if he were ready, “sure am” he replied and Dannys form dwindled. She picked him up and put him down by her feet where he began massaging, licking and kissing them. Danny now spends his days at normal height and evenings shrunken to a little toy. Heather put her head back to relax but the phone interrupted her. She answered it and it was Trish “hey, how are you” Heather asked.


“Great” Trish said, “say, do you think I could borrow it this weekend. I have a cabin to myself and could use a playmate.”


“Sure, no problem” Heather said.


“Excellent, so what are you and Danny up to hmmm?”


“Oh, the usual stuff” she said and both giggled, they continued talking, Danny worshipping Heather's feet and her idly playing with the end of her gold chain around her waist that led down into her shorts and panties. After a while she said goodbye to Trish and hung up. She then looked down at her feet, she took to playing with Danny between her toes while talking to Trish. She released him, petting him with her big toe, admiring his smooth chest that bore no trace of the branding that was once there. She picked him up and put him on the sofa, “be right back tiny, have to use the bathroom, then you can worship my breasts” she got up and ventured into the bathroom, she pulled her shorts and panties down. Then took hold of the chain that led down to her pussy and disappeared into her womanhood. She took hold of the chain and pulled it out along with Jessies little body. Heather made a mmmmm sound as she pulled her out of her pussy.


“Hello toilet paper” she said and sat down to go to the bathroom “and guess what?" She said smiling to the flailing, sputtering Jessie as she held her up by the chain “it's number 2 again." Jessie began to scream.

The end