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by The Wordmaster



6:00 AM. The hour every high school student loathes. The hour when your peaceful sleep is interrupted by the blaring alarm clock. It's even worse when it's a Monday. Worse still when you went to bed at 4:30 the night before. There's no avoiding it, the start of another school week. With a heavy sigh, I dragged myself out of my warm, comfortable bed and got ready for school.

There was one plus to going to school: photo class. Not that I enjoy listening to my boring teacher drone on for hours about proper camera care or whatever it is she's yammering about (I don't listen, remember?), but it is fun to get out and take pictures. Also, the fact that Mandy McCulloch, the most babely babe in creation, is in my class doesn't hurt. I'm what one might call a bit voyeuristic, and Mandy is female perfection from head to toe. Red hair, cute face, big tits, well-rounded ass, long legs... I could go on, but I think you get the picture. She was hotness incarnate, and she sat across from me. Today she was wearing a hot little number. Low neckline, short skirt, open toed sandals, wow.

"OK class," began the teacher. Already I was yawning.

"For this next project --"

I was getting drowsy

"-- each of you will work --"

I was losing it

"-- with a partner --"

Losing consciousness

"-- whom I will assign."

Can't... keep... eyes... open

"Tom --"

At hearing my name, I desperately tried stay awake

"-- you will work with --"

Ah, screw it. Zzzzzzz.

"-- Mandy McCulloch."

Let me tell you, if they made an alarm clock that said that name, I'd never oversleep again. My head shot up, my eyes flew open, was it true? Me and Mandy? Working together? I glanced at Mandy. She was smiling. It was true!

"Let's go get a camera, Tom," she said.

"OK, sexy -- I mean, Mandy!" Oops. Slip of the tongue. An understandable one, though. Luckily she didn't notice.

It was that low neckline that did me in. As I loaded the camera, Mandy took notes on the teacher's instructions. At least one of us pays attention. Just as I finished getting the film in, Mandy dropped her pencil. She bent to pick it up, and I could see right down her shirt. I couldn't resist. *Click* went the camera, just as Mandy glanced in my direction.

"You -- you -- you BASTARD!" she shrieked. I was caught red handed, my red face red hot. I looked around the room. Thankfully we were alone, all the other groups having filed out to begin shooting.

"Mandy, I --" I began.

"You just took a picture down my shirt, didn't you?"

"Well, yes, but --"

"How could you?" Rage smoldered in her eyes. She rose from her seat, glaring at me. I got up too, not liking the looks of things.

"Hey, I didn't --"

"Shut up, you pervert!" She shoved me and I stumbled backwards, clutching the camera in my hands. She kept advancing, I kept retreating. She shoved me again, harder, and this time I lost my balance. As I fell, I knocked the containers of photo chemicals off the counter and landed in the resulting puddle. As I fumbled to get up, I knocked over a chair which someone's backpack had been sitting on. Their portable CD player fell out and cracked open as it landed. A pulse of electricity surged through the liquid (and me). Dizzy and disoriented, I shook my head. Shakily I got to my feet and immediately noticed a change. The once small puddle was now ankle deep. Swallowing hard, I turned around. Mandy's massive sandal-clad foot stood before me. I was one inch tall.

***

The shock of coming face to face with a toe the same size as you is indescribable. Sitting on a massive pedestal that was her sandal, Mandy's foot towered over me. She had painted her toes a lovely shade of pink (I was in a good position to notice such a thing). Craning my neck, I could see her leg soaring upwards, meeting the other beneath a black canopy, her skirt. A sea of fabric, her shirt, rose further up, bulging as her massive breasts pushed against it. Peering down over those same breasts, an unfathomable distance up, was her astonished face, her mouth open in an O of surprise.

"TOM? MY GOD! WHAT HAPPENED?" she boomed.

"Mandy! Help!" I shouted.

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU, HOLD ON." She bent down to pick me up.

Never in my life had I experienced such fear. This girl was hundreds of feet tall, and she was bending down, her massive hand reaching for me. Gingerly, she pinched me between finger and thumb and placed me in the palm of her left hand. Raising me to her ear, she brushed a few stray hairs back.

"Mandy! I-- I shrank!"

A thunderous giggle erupted from her. "YES, I NOTICED. WELL, NOW WE'RE EVEN."

"Even? I'm the size of an insect! You call that EVEN?"

"WELL, IF YOU'RE GOING TO BE SNIPPY..." She lowered her hand to the ground, then began to tilt her palm to drop me off.

"Mandy! What are you doing?!"

"IF YOU DON'T WANT MY HELP, GET OFF."

"NO! Please, Mandy! I do want your help! I do!"

"OK, LET'S GO!" I couldn't help but notice a smirk flit across her face, as if she were enjoying this immensely.

As she rose, I was pressed into her palm by the speed. The ground below me dwindled. Fearfully I looked up at Mandy's face. She was looking down at me, with a strange look on her face. That same smirk grew again, but this time it remained longer. "WE'RE GONNA HAVE A LOT OF FUN, TOM."

Suddenly, the door opened and the teacher entered. "MANDY! WHAT HAPPENED HERE?"

Her hand closed around me, cutting off the light. The voices were muffled, but still intelligible.

"UMMM..... TOM GOT SICK, AND RAN TO THE NURSE. HE... HE KNOCKED OVER THE CHEMICALS ON HIS WAY."

"WELL, LET'S GET THIS CLEANED UP, MANDY."

"SURE, LET ME JUST PUT SOMETHING AWAY."

We were moving. Her fist closed tighter around me to keep me from falling as her hand swung back and forth. But for the softness of the "walls" around me, I would have been in immense pain. We stopped abruptly and I heard a "zzziip" from outside. With that same smirk and a cautionary "shhh", Mandy dropped me into her purse and zipped it shut.

For the rest of the period I stayed there, the classroom noises indistinct through the think material of the purse. Mandy had left a small opening in the zipper, through which light could enter, so I passed the time examining her belongings. Nothing extremely entertaining, though. Mostly make up. When the period finally ended, Mandy took me and her purse to her next class, gym.

We were the first to arrive in the girls' locker room. Many a time I had longed to see what went on in there, but never had I dreamed it would be in such a way. "DON'T WORRY, TOM," Mandy told me. "WE'LL GET EVERYTHING SORTED OUT AFTER SCHOOL." She put me back in the purse, where I could hear but not see girls filing in and chattering. After a few minutes, when we were alone, she let me back out again. "I DIDN'T WANT YOU CHECKING ME OUT WHILE I CHANGED," she explained. As if I hadn't been checking her out every day since I met her. She deposited me and her belongings in the locker, which resembled a wire cage. "BE CAREFUL, TOM." With that she turned and left. I was alone in the girls' locker room.

"What can I possibly do to pass the time..." I mused. 45 minutes is quite a long time. Looking back and forth, I took stock of the situation. I could easily fit between the mesh of the locker walls, and began my journey between lockers. After about fifteen minutes, I had made my way three lockers over, when suddenly I heard a voice.

"FUCK! LATE AGAIN! DAMMIT, MS. OPELS IS GONNA KILL ME!" Peering through the locker door, I recognized Beth Andrews, the school's "bad girl." She was a stunning brunnette, with some of the biggest tits I'd ever seen, even before my shrinking. She was big, she was pissed, and she was heading my way.

"Oh, shit!" I gasped, as I realized this must be her locker I was standing in. I knew I should move, but I was paralyzed with fear. This was NOT the kind of girl you want to be alone with. Muttering to herself, she twirled the combination lock, flung open the door, and froze as she noticed me.

"HOLY FUCKIN' HELL! A LITTLE MAN!" She brought her face closer to me, a look of devilish glee in her eyes. "I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE, BUT YOU'RE IN MY LOCKER, SO YOU MUST BE MY PROPERTY!" She grinned. Her hand reached in and curled around me. Holding me up to her face, she chuckled. "I COULD THINK OF A MILLION THINGS TO DO WITH YOU, LITTLE MAN!"

As she leered at me, someone shouted from the locker room door "BETH ANDREWS! YOU ARE LATE AGAIN!" It was Ms. Opels, the gym teacher! I was saved!

Quickly, Beth pulled the neck of her T-shirt out, tucked me into her cleavage, and whirled around. I was squeezed tightly between two gigantic mountains of tit flesh. "SORRY MS. OPELS, I'M GETTING DRESSED NOW."

"SEE THAT YOU DO YOUNG LADY," came the response. Ms. Opels left and Beth heaved a sigh of relief, which did not help ease the pressure around me. Off came her shirt, but she did not remove me from her bra.

"Y'KNOW, PEEWEE, GYM CLASS CAN BE PRETTY BORING. HOPEFULLY HAVING YOU DOWN THERE WILL KEEP THINGS MORE EXCITING, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN."

I gulped. "Beth, you can't mean --"

"OH, BUT I DO. GO TO WORK, LITTLE MAN." With that, her index finger appeared, pushing me deeper into her cleavage. I was pinned face first to the most massive breast imaginable, commanded to pleasure this giantess. Things could be worse.

I inched my way around this tit, the heat of her body radiating from it. Every step she took made her very generous chest jiggle and bounce, and when I finally made it to her nipple, I had the hard on to end all hard ons. That nipple was huge, nearly as big as me, and rock hard. Obviously she was quite turned on by having a tiny man at her mercy. Unsure of what to do, I heard a whisper from above "YOU'RE DOING GREAT SO FAR, PEEWEE. DON'T STOP NOW!" Gulping, I reached out and grasped her nipple between my hands. Here goes nothing, I thought. I began to massage and knead her flesh, licking and sucking a nipple bigger than my head. Her pulse and breathing quickened, and I knew I was on the right track.

Gasping, Beth's voice thundered: "MS. OPELS, CAN I GO TO THE BATHROOM?" The response was "FINE, BUT HURRY."

Judging from the bouncing of those gigantic globes, she ran to the ladies' room. Light suddenly streamed around me as she stripped her shirt and bra off. I gripped harder onto her nipple to keep from falling. Glancing about, I saw that she was naked from the waist up and was quickly pulling her pants down, too. Glassy-eyed, she sat down on the toilet, stared at me on her nipple and, without saying a word, her hand flew to her crotch. She was masturbating! I knew I was a ladies' man, but I never thought I was this good! Furiously she pumped, muffling her screams, until she climaxed. Sighing with contentment, she cleaned up and dressed again, but this time I was kept in her hand.

"DAMN, PEEWEE, THAT WAS GREAT! I'M SURE WE'LL BE DOING IT AGAIN REAL SOON!"

***

I was beginning to reconsider my opinion of Beth as a "bad girl". Those words just weren't strong enough. After her unsettling comment in the bathroom, she unceremoniously dropped my down her shorts. Now, normally I wouldn't mind getting into the pants of a hot girl (rim shot), but given the circumstances, I took offense. Having just... "finished her business", Beth's cunt was wet, sticky, and hot. Her thick, wiry pubic hair rustled gently as she walked. Her cum effectively glued me to her, keeping me from falling as she moved about. Thankfully there were only ten minutes left of gym class. They were the worst ten minutes of my life, though.

Beth ran a few laps, which was no picnic for me, I can say. As she sweat, her cum's adhesive strength faded, and I had to grab handfuls of pubic hair to keep from falling. I was bounced and jostled about severely. The worst of it all came when she did her push ups. She would do a few, then tire out and lie down to rest. Her massive weight pushed down on me, forcing the air out of my lungs. Just as I feared I was suffocating, she would rise and the torment would begin again.

I felt like dancing for joy when gym ended. The return to the locker room brought me back to reality. How would I get back to Mandy? She would be frantic when she found I was missing! My fears were confirmed when I heard the voices thunder around me.

"MANDY, WHAT'S THE MATTER?" Beth asked.

"I... I LOST... SOMETHING." Mandy stammered. She was obviously on the verge of tears.

"OH..." Beth's voice returned. The light was dawning as she realized whose "property" I must be. "DO YOU WANT ME TO HELP YOU FIND IT?"

"NO THANKS. I'LL JUST KEEP LOOKING." My heart sank. Mandy's voice was so tender; she was so caring. My absence was hurting her more than me!

"OK. SEE YA NEXT PERIOD," Beth said as she finished changing and walked off.

There was hope! If the two of them had next hour together, I might be able to get back to Mandy! I began making plans for escape, when light poured into my cell. Beth had pulled the waist of her pants out to address me.

"SO, YOU'RE MANDY'S LITTLE GUY, HUH? TOO BAD. FINDERS KEEPERS!" She let the waist snap back into place. We arrived at Beth's destination, and she sat down, legs crossed. I was pinned, unable to move. I was screwed.

"ALL RIGHT, CLASS," the third hour teacher said, "HERE IS YOUR TEST. THIS IS A NO CALCULATOR TEST, SO PUT THEM AWAY." Math class. Fun for the whole family. I heard a door open, and several footsteps. "MS. MCCULLOCH, YOU LOOK AWFUL! IS SOMETHING WRONG?"

"*sniff* NO, MRS. TUCKER. I'LL BE OK." I felt downright awful for her. She must think I got killed or lost or shrank even smaller. I had to get to her, but how?

"AS ALWAYS, I EXPECT COMPLETE SILENCE DURING EXAMS." I cracked a smile as I found my means of escape. Complete silence, eh? Let's see if Beth really meant what she said about 'doing it again real soon.'

Experimentally, I put my hand on her pussy. Beth was excited, that much was obvious. How far could I make that excitement go? I ran my tiny hands up and down her outer lips, then thrust my arms up to the elbows into her womanhood. My efforts were rewarded with a little gasp. Grinning, I continued to move, my hands creeping upwards. Beth began squirming.

"MRS. TUCKER, MAY I BE EXCUSED?"

"NO, MS. ANDREWS. FINISH YOUR TEST FIRST."

My plan was working. As I worked my way up, Beth's squirming grew more intense. Little grunts and gasps escaped her, greeted with shushes from her neighbors. After a few minutes of teasing, I went all out. I grabbed her clit. "OHHHHHHHHH....." she began.

"MS. ANDREWS! BE QUIET!"

"BUT... BUT... AHHH! AHH! OOOOOH!"

As I massaged her clit, Beth lost control. She orgasmed right in the middle of math class! Snickering, I kept up my ministrations.

"MS. ANDREWS! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?"

"I'M SO-AH! AH! -RRY, MRS. TUCKER! I DON'T KNO-OH! WHAT'S GO-OOOOOH-ING ON!"

Like hell you don't, I thought. Her second climax took longer to achieve, but was twice as loud.

"MS. ANDREWS! YOU WILL SEE ME AFTER SCHOOL!"

"AH! AH! AH!" Was about all she could say in response. She was tired by now, and let her legs uncross. I took this opportunity to sneak out the leg of her shorts. Looking up from her seat, I saw a look of ecstacy and embarassment on her face. I reveled in my success, and also the scent of fresh air. Now, I was faced with a problem. How was I going to get down? It was a hundred foot drop to the floor! And even if I got there, how would I get to Mandy's desk? My problems were solved when Beth's hand plucked me from the chair.

I was terrified. Who knew what she would do to me? Hiding me in her fist, panting heavily, Beth peered around the room. Every time she met someone's gaze, they dropped their eyes to their paper, not wanting to be caught watching the show. "OK, PEEWEE, YOU'VE MADE YOUR POINT. I'LL GIVE YOU BACK TO MANDY," she whispered. Unbelieving, I looked up at her. "NO, REALLY! YOU'VE GOT ME IN ENOUGH TROUBLE. I CAN'T RISK KEEPING YOU AROUND." She smiled. "BESIDES, SHE'S OBVIOUSLY GOT A THING FOR YOU." She chuckled at my shocked expression. Maybe this girl wasn't all bad after all. As her classmates finished their tests and went to hand them in, Beth met Mandy at the front of the room.

"HEY, MANDY... UMM... HERE. SORRY." She thrust her hand out, with me hidden inside. Hesitantly, Mady reached out and received what Beth had to give her. Looking into her hand, she gasped and tears flooded her eyes as she saw me waving. She turned with outstretched arms to hug Beth. The bell rang, signalling the end of class, and many students gave an odd look at the pair of girls embracing in class. I heard the whispered comment "lesbos" more than once.

"WELL, MANDY, I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU GOT HIM, BUT HE'S GIVEN ME THREE AMAZING ORGASMS, A DETENTION, AND ONE HELL OF A STORY TO LIVE DOWN. I HOPE YOU HAVE AS MUCH FUN AS I DID."

"Oh, I hope so too!" I yelled.

Beth smiled. "HOPEFULLY WE'LL GET TO SPEND SOME MORE TIME TOGETHER!" With that, she left Mandy and me alone.

Standing in the palm of the most beautiful girl in the world, I didn't know what to say. Mandy did, though.

"YOU'VE GOT QUITE A BIT OF EXPLAINING TO DO," she said through her tears. I just laughed in relief.

***

After telling Mandy the story of what happened after the locker room, we agreed that I was not to be out of her sight. With that in mind, Mandy hid me in her purse again. Our conversations were kept to a minimum (she would check on me every half hour or so), but I took comfort in knowing that there were only a few more hours until school was over. Then, since it was Friday, I'd get to spend the weekend with my dream girl.

When the final bell rang, Mandy rushed to get home. It was impossible to talk during the ride to her house; the noise from her car easily drowned out my tiny voice. Thankfully, I was able to get out of her purse during the drive. I sat in the passenger seat, and watched Mandy, awed by her every movement. Again, I was struck by the impossiblity of my situation. I was so small, so fragile. Mandy was so huge, so powerful. Yet she was so gentle. Often, she would glance down at me and flash a reassuring smile. "DON'T WORRY, TOM," she would say, "WE'LL FIGURE SOMETHING OUT."

We arrived at her house and Mandy took me up to her room. "SOOOO.... HERE WE ARE..." Mand seemed more than a little nervous. "UMMM.... I'M NOT EXACTLY SURE WHAT TO DO NOW." She confessed.

"Well, for starters, how about figuring out a new way for you to get me around? That purse isn't quite what I'm looking for in the way of comfort."

After a little discussion, we decided that I would perch on her shoulder, using her necklace and hair as handholds to keep me from falling. If she styled her hair right, I was hidden behind it. Both of us thought this was a good arrangement, though Mandy seemed a bit disappointed for some reason. We got to talking, I don't even know what about, and kind of lost track of time. Our conversation was broken by the sound of a car pulling up. Mandy looked out the window. "IT'S MY MOM," she informed me.

Sure enough, a few minutes later I heard a woman's voice calling. "MANDY, SANDY, RANDY! DINNER TIME!" Mandy, Sandy and Randy? What kind of parents did these kids have? As I was wondering this, another car pulled up, and a man's voice came: "HI, CANDY, I'M HOME!"

"OH, ANDY, I MISSED YOU." I rolled my eyes and cocked an eyebrow at Mandy.

"MY PARENTS ARE A LITTLE WEIRD," she cautioned. "I DON'T THINK THE REST OF MY FAMILY SHOULD KNOW ABOUT YOU, SO STAY OUT OF SIGHT!"

"No problem, Mandy!" I told her.

Mandy jogged down the stairs, me clinging to her wildly bouncing hair, followed shortly by her 14-year-old sister Sandy and 10-year-old brother Randy. I spent dinner sitting on her shoulder, listening to the conversation.

"SO, MANDY ANYTHING INTERESTING HAPPEN AT SCHOOL TODAY?" Asked her mother.

Mandy choked and sputtered in response; I burst into laughter.

"IS SOMETHING WRONG, SWEETY?" Inquired her father.

"NO, NO I'LL BE FINE," Mandy replied.

"IN SCIENCE CLASS TODAY, WE DISSECTED FROGS!" Piped up Randy.

"OH, THAT IS SOOO GROSS," Interjected Sandy. The two immediately launched into a quarrel.

Ignoring her arguing children, Mandy's mother continued talking to her eldest daughter. "AND WHAT ABOUT THAT BOY YOU'VE GOT A CRUSH ON? TOM SOMETHING? HAVE YOU SAID ANYTHING TO HIM?"

I felt the heat radiating off Mandy's face as she blushed. It seemed everyone knew Mandy liked me except me. Strange, the things you learn when you're one inch tall.

"I'M SURE HE KNOWS NOW, MOM." Mandy said with a little smile.

The rest of the chit-chat was pretty boring, and I tuned most of it out. To occupy my time, I peeked out from the curtain of Mandy's hair and inspected her family.

Her parents looked like the ideal, Leave It To Beaver type couple. Loving hubby and wife, they were both in their early forties. Her dad was handsome, and her mom could still turn a few heads. Her sister Sandy was the model of brattiness. The kind of girl who's into N'Sync and Brittnay Spears. Though still young, she was clearly developing into a beautiful woman. Her bespectacled younger brother Randy could be described in a word: NERD. Obviously the kind of child prodigy who gets straight As, becomes president of the school chess club, gets made fun of constantly in school, then uses his smarts to become one of the richest men alive. An idea began stirring in my head upon seeing Randy. All in all, they were a seemingly harmless family. Still, for a man of my size, nothing was harmless.

Dinner ended in time, and the family went its separate ways. Mandy and I again went to her room. She lifted me from her shoulder and placed me on her desk as she prepared to do her homework.

"Sooo...." I began, "what's this I hear about a crush?"

Mandy giggled. "SHUT UP! I WOULD HAVE TOLD YOU TODAY, BUT SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED. NOW THAT IT'S OUT IN THE OPEN...." Her beautiful hand reached down for me and brought me to her lips. I was engulfed in a smothering kiss. Huskily, her warm breath washed over me as she said, "I'D ASK YOU OUT, LITTLE MAN, BUT GIVEN THE CIRCUMSTANCES, I THINK IT'S RATHER POINTLESS. YOU DON'T HAVE A CHOICE." She giggled again as she saw my discomfort at her dominating side.

"Mandy, you know I'd never say 'no' to you!" I reassured her.

"I KNOW," she chirped, "I JUST THOUGHT IT'D BE FUN TO PUT YOU IN YOUR PLACE. AFTER ALL, I WON'T HAVE MUCH CHANCE AFTER YOU'RE GROWN BACK." Her face fell as she realized something. "BUT, WE DON'T KNOW HOW TO GROW YOU BACK!"

"Don't worry, Mandy. Your brother is a science whiz, remember? I'm sure he can think of something!"

She brightened again. "YOU'RE RIGHT! RANDY'LL KNOW WHAT TO DO!" On that note, she returned to her homework. I couldn't help but feel a little upset. I mean, she had her own personal little man here! Why couldn't she and I do what me and Beth had done? But I calmed down as I realized that Mandy really was a good girl who was smart enough to expect more than physical pleasure from a relationship. Once I was big again, I vowed, I'd be the best boyfriend I could be!

Once she finished her studies, Mandy again placed me on her shoulder, left her room, and started down the hallway. I suppose what happened next was really my fault for not being more careful, but when Mandy turned her head to the side, I lost my grip and plummeted towards the ground.

I landed with a thump and lay on the ground trying to catch my breath. Luckily, the thick shag carpet cushioned my fall so I wasn't hurt severely. Unfortunately, Mandy didn't notice my absence and continued walking. There was no way my tiny strides could match hers, so I turned to walk back to Mandy's room, where I intended to wait for her return. Instead, I walked right smack into a wall.

On closer inspection, the wall proved to be a foot. A bare foot. A bare female foot. Attatched to said foot was Sandy, who plainly had seen me.

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE, BUT YOU'RE MINE NOW!" she said with a wicked grin. Those words seemed somehow familiar...

***

I believe I've mentioned the shock of seeing a toe as big as you. It isn't any easier to deal with the second time around. Up until now, my idea of a girl's hottest feature rarely was found below the waist, but Sandy's feet made me seriously reconsider. They were exquisite. Her nails were well-pedicured but unpainted, her toes were just the right length, and her feet smelled of a delightful mix of sweat and moisturizing lotion. I was so taken by this newfound beauty that I didn't notice Sandy's hand descending towards me.

She easily picked me up and lifted me to her face. It was a pretty face, but was marred by the sneer that she wore. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU STARING AT?" she asked me. I was shocked by the cruelty in this teen's voice. She was four years younger than me, but she easily had the upper hand in this situation -- and I was in it!

"YOU LIKE MY FEET? HUH?" she sneered, giving me a little shake.

"Hey, Sandy, wait --"

"SHUT UP! I DID NOT GIVE YOU PERMISION TO SPEAK!"

"But, you asked me a question." I pointed out. Big mistake.

"OH, THAT'S IT," she threatened. Whirling about, she stalked back to her room, carrying me with her. She shut and locked the door, then sat on her bed, with me still in her palm. Her eyes bored holes in me. Still with that sneer on her face, she poked me with her finger. The force knocked me over. "YOU'RE SO SMALL. I COULD CRUSH YOU AND NEVER EVEN NOTICE."

"Sandy, please. I -- I came in with Mandy. You've got to tell her where I am."

"OH, I'VE GOT TO TELL HER? LET ME INFORM YOU OF SOMETHING, LITTLE GUY..." She dumped me from her hand onto her bedspread. "I HAVEN'T GOT TO DO ANYTHING YOU SAY. YOU, ON THE OTHER HAND..." she swung her legs onto the bed, her feet rising up before me "HAD BETTER LISTEN UP. I WANT A FOOT RUB."

Dry-mouthed, I hesitated. On the one hand, her feet were gorgeous. On the other, she was a dominating little bitch. "I SAID, 'I WANT A FOOT RUB.'" A dangerous tone had crept into her voice. Still, I couldn't figure out what to do. With a sigh of exasperation, she made the decision for me. Quickly, she lowered her foot right onto me.

Her foot crushed all the breath out of me. Pinned beneath her sole and the yielding bedspread, I frantically struggled to find escape. Pushing up was useless, wriggling left or right was impossible, and the air was tainted with the scent of her feet. Sandy obviously felt my movements, as she began to grind her foot against me. The friction between the ball of her foot and my cock instantly brought me to attention. She continued to press down on me for a few minutes, finally letting me up.

"NOW, ABOUT THAT FOOT RUB..." she began. I didn't need any further prodding. I leapt to my feet and ran to hers. Running my hands up and down her towering sole, I was rewarded with: "THAT TICKLES!" Great. I get turned on by this experience, she gets the giggles. "KEEP IT UP, LITTLE MAN." I scurried around her heel to her ankle. I climbed up onto her leg and did my best to straddle it while rubbing the top of her foot. She lowered it again (thankfully I was on top this time), and I walked towards her perfect toes. I laid down and put my arms around her big toe. At this point, I was so aroused I couldn't help myself. I started humping her toe for all I was worth.

"EEEEWW!" she screamed, deafening me. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" She gave her foot a violent shake, flinging me off the bed and onto the floor. "YOU DISGUSTING LITTLE INSECT!" Her foot slammed onto the ground. I barely escaped being crushed. I sprinted to the safety under her bed and cowered behind the junk down there. Fortunately, this girl was not very neat. Unfortunately, she didn't give up easily.

The sounds of her stomping continued for a while. Then they stopped suddenly, and I relaxed a bit. Without warning, her hand shot under the bed and began probing, searching for me. I scurried further back, though I admired the beauty of her hand. Well manicured and unpainted like her toes, her nails were long (and dangerous). She wore a single ring around her finger, which flashed with reflected light. If I wasn't in mortal danger, I would have stopped to look longer. As it was, I had to duck behind an old sock to stay out of sight.

She stopped her search and withdrew her hand. I was overjoyed, until I heard her say "YOU KNOW I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU GET AWAY." I was afraid she was telling the truth.

***

Peering around my impromptu barricade, I kept a close eye on Sandy, waiting for my chance to escape. I had been under her bed for nearly two hours (I could see her clock from my hiding place), and she showed no signs of leaving. So far, she had paced a bit, put on some god-awful N'Sync music, and basically made escape impossible. Currently, she was seated on the floor, painting her perfect nails. She started with her feet, placing them scant inches away from the bed. I could see her perfect toes receiving their attention from her perfect hands and was sorely tempted to rush out and... I don't know. This newfound foot fetish was messing with my head, which was exactly Sandy's intent. If I craned my neck to see around her legs, her face was visible. Her eyes were not focusing on her nails, but on the bed. She was just waiting for me to slip up and show myself.

Suddenly, there came a knock at the door. Sandy whirled her head about to see who was entering. It was Mandy! I was saved!

"HEY, SANDY, MOM WANTS YOU."

"OH... UM.... TELL HER I'M BUSY."

"BUSY? DOING WHAT?"

"JUST TELL HER!"

I don't know if Mrs. McCulloch was really looking for her daughter or if this was just a scheme Mandy cooked up to get Sandy out so she could look for me. Either way, I took advantage of my captress's distraction and made a run for it. I moved to the edge of the bed and sprinted across a few inches of carpet to hide under her dresser. By the time the two sisters had finished their conversation, I was well on my way to freedom.

Mandy left, and Sandy turned back towards the bed. Warily, I made my way to the far end of the dresser. Sandy never knew I left! I broke out into the open behind her back and ran for the door. There, I was faced by a problem. It was shut, the thick carpet left me no room to slip under, and the doorknob was painfully high above me. Worse still, Sandy was getting up! Cursing my luck, I scrambled for cover. A foot or so from the door was a wastebasket, which I ducked behind. Hands on her hips, Sandy faced the bed, giving me a good gander at her short-shorts clad rear.

"OK, YOU COWERING LITTLE RODENT. I'M GIVING YOU TILL THE COUNT OF THREE TO COME OUT!"

I heaved a sigh of relief. She still thought she had me trapped!

"ONE...." she began to count. "TWO....." I snickered as she kept going. "TH--"

A tremendous gust of wind washed over me as the door was opened. Looking up, I saw that her father had entered.

"SANDY, WHO'RE YOU TALKING TO?"

"OH... HI, DADDY! I WAS JUST... UM...." she mumbled some lame reply and lowered her eyes to her father's shoes. I took advantage of the wide open door and strutted out, making sure she saw my exit. Thumbing my nose at her, I gleefully watched her expression change from surprise to anger as she watched her prey swagger out of her reach. Her father was going on about how she needed to clean her room, so I figured I had plenty of time. Triumphantly, I began my trek down the hallway to Mandy's room.

One does not appreciate the benefits of being able to cover at least a half foot per stride until those benefits are gone. Hugging the walls to avoid being seen, it took me a solid half hour to reach the door at the end of the hallway. It was open, but the room was dark. At last, I entered, only to find myself in the wrong room! I had headed the wrong way, and was now in the bathroom!

"Son of a..." I began, but was cut off when the lights suddenly came on. Frantically, I whirled about, fearing that Sandy had tracked me down. Instead, I was faced with Mrs. McCulloch's towering frame. She strolled into the bathroom, never noticing the miniscule man she stepped over on her way in. It was now almost ten o'clock, and Mrs. McCulloch was preparing for bed. She was wearing a pair of well-worn pajamas, and was barefoot. It was plain from my perspective where Sandy got her perfect feet; Mrs. McCulloch's were even more stunning. The only problem was that she had painted her toenails a garish shade of red. My stomach churned as I approached her big toe and saw myself reflected in the polished surface. It was like peering into a pool of blood. Somewhat more wary of the female foot after my experience with Sandy, I steeled myself and rapped twice on her big toe. She didn't notice. I tapped again. Still no response. Sighing in resignation, I leaned forwards with my mouth wide open and sunk my teeth into her toe flesh.

"YOWCH!" came her whispered comment. I was a bit miffed. I thought I should have been able to cause a bigger reaction than that. No matter, I had her attention. Like a building collapsing, Mrs. McCulloch leaned down to see what had bitten her, giving me a good view of her cleavage in the process.

"GOODNESS! A TINY MAN!" she gasped. Pinching me between her fingers, she continued: "WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?" she asked as I was lifted to her face. A face that was lit with a smug grin. "NO MATTER. YOU'RE MINE NOW." What was with these women I keep meeting? They've all got some kind of domination fantasy! Without waiting for a reply, she tucked me into the breast pocket of her pajamas.

She began to walk, bouncing me wildly against her breast with each step. She stopped, and I heard cloth rustling. As I tried to decipher the sounds I was hearing, I was suddenly launched into free-fall! Tumbling head over heels, I slipped out of the pocket. After a second, I made sense of my whirling surroundings. She had removed the pajama shirt and flung it towards her bed. With a soft impact and a slight bounce, I landed and was immediately enveloped in the falling shirt. As I exited the fabric, I was greeted by her smiling face, resting on her folded arms as she lay out, naked, on the bed. She extended her index finger, crowned by a long, red-painted fingernail, and commanded me to "GRAB ON." I did so, and was lifted above her head, past her back, and set down on her massive rear.

Time had been kind to Mrs. McCulloch. Her ass was very firm for her age, which I placed at something near 45. I assumed she wanted me to do something while I was back there, so I got down on my knees and began rubbing her massive cheek. Her sighs of enjoyment told me I was on the right track, so I continued massaging her flesh.

Without warning, my world shook as she rolled to the side. Not wanting to be crushed under this woman's gigantic, although beautiful, ass, I dove to the side. I landed on the bed, her thigh crashing down mere inches away from me. I was again picked up between her fingers, this time deposited on her breast. She positioned me so I was seated face first against her swollen nipple, my legs straddling it. Looking back at her lust-filled face, I began to massage her massive teat. It grew even harder, if possible, as she let another sigh escape her lips. I was just getting into my task as the door opened. It was Mr. McCulloch! Reacting quickly, Mrs. McCulloch plucked me from her breast and slipped me under an overturned glass on her nightstand.

"WHY, CANDY!" exclaimed her husband on seeing her nude and excited, "FEELING FRISKY?"

"MMM... YOU'D BETTER BELIEVE IT!" she purred, with a sidelong glance in my direction.

I'll be blunt, Mr. McCulloch was no dynamo in the sack. He came, he saw, but he did not conquer. I don't know exactly how long he lasted, but it certainly wasn't enough for his wife. In minutes, he was snoring beside her. She didn't seem particularly surprised. Judging from her reaction, this sort of thing happened frequently. Her reaction was to pick me up in one hand and pull a vibrator out of the nightstand drawer with the other. She put me on the end of her AA powered friend and switched it on. I clung to it as I was violently shaken about. In light of what happened next, it probably would have been better if I had let go.

There was no fanfare, no speeches, nothing fancy. Mrs. McCulloch tilted the vibrator towards herself, giving me a good view of her glistening pussy, then plunged it and me in to finish what her hubby had started. Without a doubt, this was the worst thing I had ever endured. The vibrator crushed me into her pussy walls, its motion painfully thumping me up and down. I was tossed all over her hot insides, deprived of air, striving not to be crushed by either the vibrator or her muscle contractions. Just as I was on the verge of passing out, she came. I clung to the sticky surface of the vibrator as she removed it from herself. I was glad she wasn't any younger, or she might have had another go. Instead, she dropped her toy(s) to the floor and drifted off to sleep.

Gasping, I crawled away from the sex toy, making my way to the door. I exited through the half open doorway, glancing left and right. Seeing that the coast was clear, I stumbled and staggered down the hallway. I planned to take it slow, staying in the shadows, and have a joyous reunion with Mandy. Things never work out the way I plan.

I was grabbed roughly from behind by a hand. Twisting about, I was greeted by the bespectacled face of 10-year-old Randy. Gleefully, he made his way to his room, which was a jumble of microscopes, chemistry sets, and assorted textbooks. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE, BUT I'M GONNA FIND OUT!" he informed me.

Why can't I get a break?

***

I awoke the next morning in an old glass jar with holes punched in the lid. Randy was keeping me here like some sort of insect. There was no way I could get out of this mess, so I waited for Randy to wake up. When he did, he eagerly rushed to his new specimen (yours truly), magnifying glass in hand. Dumping me from the jar onto his desk, he peered intently at me.

"AMAZING..." he breathed. "YOU'RE A PERFECT REPLICA OF A HUMAN BEING!"

"That's because I am a human being, Randy! I'm Mandy's friend! Please, get your sister and she can tell you all about it!"

"MANDY'S FRIEND? NO, THAT CAN'T BE. YOU MUST BE MAKING THAT UP."

"WHAT? No! Randy, listen..." my voice failed as I saw him reach into a drawer and pull out an Exacto knife. "Wha... what're you going to do with that?" I quailed.

"JUST A QUICK TISSUE SAMPLE. HOLD STILL." He brought the blade closer to me. My mind raced as I searched for a way out.

"Umm... hey, what's THAT?!" I shouted, pointing over Randy's shoulder. OK, it was a lame idea, but it worked. Randy turned his head and I broke into a sprint. Ducking behind the assorted clutter on his desk, I hid from his view as he searched for me. Darting from object to object, I avoided his prying hands for as long as I could, but in the end I just couldn't escape. He scooped me up and held me in his fist. "NOW, THIS WON'T HURT A BIT." What a dirty liar! I'd like to slice half his arm off and tell him it wouldn't hurt! That would show him a thing or... uh-oh. The blade was coming closer. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the pain.

What I heard next was music to my ears. The door opened and Mandy's sweet voice rang through the room: "RANDY, I NEED TO TALK TO YOU."

Spinning around, Randy shoved his hand behind his back to hide me. "TALK? ABOUT WHAT?"

"I NEED YOU TO... WHAT'S BEHIND YOUR BACK?"

"NOTHING."

"NOTHING? WHY ARE YOU HIDING IT, THEN?"

"UMM... CUZ..." Randy desperately searced for an excuse.

"JUST GIVE IT, RANDY." Mandy commanded.

Reluctantly, Randy held me out. Mandy's eyes lit up and a smile graced her face. "OH, LITTLE GUY! I THOUGHT I'D LOST YOU!"

I smugly looked at Randy and mouthed the words 'I told you so.' Randy swallowed hard as he realized I had been telling the truth and as he pondered what his sister would do to him if she found out he had almost hacked up one of her friends.

I was transferred from his grasp to hers, and was enveloped in a loving kiss. "LET'S TRY THIS ONE MORE TIME," she smiled as she placed me on her shoulder. "SEE, RANDY, WE NEED TO FIND A WAY TO GROW TOM BACK. CAN YOU HELP?"

Randy looked thoughtfully at me. "WELL, THAT ALL DEPENDS. I'LL NEED TO KNOW EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED. WHERE YOU WERE, WHAT WAS GOING ON, EVERYTHING."

I settled back as Mandy related my story. Randy nodded as he listened. When the tale ended, there was a profound silence. Mandy squirmed as the tension mounted, then finally interrupted. "WELL? WHAT CAN WE DO?"

"HMM... IT'S GOING TO BE A CHALLENGE, BUT MAYBE IF WE WERE TO RECREATE THE ACCIDENT, USING THE OPPOSITES OF THE CHEMICALS YOU SLIPPED IN," he glanced at me, "IT'S WORTH A SHOT."

"HEAR THAT, TOM? YOU'RE AS GOOD AS CURED!" This outburst from Mandy and another smothering kiss left my head spinning.

"DON'T CELEBRATE YET, YOU GUYS. THERE'S NO GUARANTEE THIS IDEA WILL WORK," Randy cautioned. His warnings fell on deaf ears as Mandy and I snuggled close to each other. "GROSS!" Squealed Randy. "JUST GIVE ME A LIST OF THOSE CHEMICALS AND YOU CAN CONTINUE YOUR LITTLE LOVE-IN SOMEPLACE ELSE." Laughing, Mandy complied, rattling off the chemicals we used in photo developing. All that note-taking really paid off! Randy got to work and Mandy and I left to her room, this time with me firmly in her grip.

***

Mandy and I spent a few hours together, laughing and chatting. In time, Randy got his experiment set up, and he came to fetch me and Mandy. On the very desk where he and I had played our impromptu game of hide and seek was a small petri dish connected to a 9 volt battery. I looked doubtfully at the setup. "Are you sure this is going to work?" I asked.

"OF COURSE NOT. BUT WE MIGHT AS WELL TRY IT OUT," Randy responded. Mandy gently placed me on the desk and I walked towards the dish. In it rested an ankle-deep pool of liquid. I clambered over the edge and dropped into the chemicals. "Here's hoping!" I shouted, with a loving glance at Mandy. She shot back one of her own as Randy flipped a small switch that activated the battery. A blast of electricity knocked me off my feet. Pain flashed through my body. Finally, it ended as Randy turned off the power. Mandy and her brother peered over the edge of the dish at my prone body. I lay there, gasping for breath, waiting and waiting. But nothing happened.

Mandy sighed. "OH, WELL. THANKS ANYWAY, RANDY."

Randy shrugged. "DON'T WORRY, SIS. I'M SURE THERE'S SOME WAY TO REVERSE THIS."

Mandy fished me out of the pool and cradled me to her cheek. "ARE YOU OK, TOM?" she asked.

"I'll live," I groaned.

"I CERTAINLY HOPE SO. RANDY, TELL US IF YOU COME UP WITH ANOTHER PLAN." With a heavy heart, she left.

***

Mandy and I sat in her room for a bit, neither one of us saying anything. Finally, Mandy rose. "I'M SORRY, TOM. I HAD HOPED THAT... WELL..."

"Don't worry, Mandy. It's not your fault. We'll just wait and see if Randy figures anything out. In the meantime, I'm getting hungry. What do you say to lunch?"

Mandy grinned. "LUNCH SOUNDS GREAT! I'LL GO AND GET US SOMETHING." She rose from her bed and left, leaving me on her bedspread.

I sighed. Mandy was such a great girl. I wanted to get big more than anything. I lay back and imagined all the fun we could have, all the places we'd go, the things we'd do, the dinners we'd eat, the movies we'd see, the...

My daydream was interrupted as the door opened. Starting, I smiled, expecting Mandy to be back with lunch. Instead I was greeted by... Sandy! Maybe if I stayed still, she wouldn't notice me. No such luck. She easily spotted me on the bed and with an evil smile strolled casually towards me. "WELL, WELL, WELL. IF IT ISN'T MY LITTLE FOOTSLAVE." She smirked as she approached. Her face twisted into anger. "YOU RUINED MY FUN, TWERP!" By now she had reached the bed. "AND FOR THAT..." She turned away and lowered herself onto the bed. Directly over me.

I watched in horror as her lucious, shorts clad ass filled my field of vision, slowly approaching my tiny frame. I turned to run, but too late. Her ass fell, pinning me to the bed. The breath was crushed from me. I gasped, but couldn't find air to replenish my lungs. I began to lose conciousness as Sandy chuckled malevolently. Sudden pain brought me back to attention. Sandy's laughter died. "WHAT THE..." she began. Another flash of pain coursed through me. My outstretched arms were now protruding from under Sandy's rear. Another flash, and my head was free. What was going on? Yet another flash gave me the answer: I was growing! By now, only my legs were trapped. Sandy twisted herself around to see what was happening. She rose with a gasp as she watched me expand in spurts. In a few minutes, I was my full size again! Randy's solution had worked after all!

Clutching my aching ribs, I wheezed: "Hi...Sandy! How's...every....little...thing?"

She wore a look of fear and confusion, then bolted from the room. "We'll talk later!" I called after her, snickering. My snicker grew to a chuckle, my chuckle to a laugh, my laugh to a shout of joy. "MANDY! MANDY!" I shouted, running down the hall. She came running up the stairs and froze when she saw me. Tears of joy flooded her eyes as I held her in my arms.

"Come on, Tom. My mom's downstairs, and she'd love to meet you!"

I gave a wry grin. "We've already met. Now, about that crush...."