Ms. J's Tiny Men
By Chelgi




Most people would consider my hobby unusual, if not outright bizarre. I collect men! I don't mean like some girls collect men by having half a dozen boyfriends at the same time, but actually collecting men in cages. Men shrunk down to less than a foot tall, little tiny men kept in bird cages for toys.

It all started shortly after Uncle Albert died. I was his only relative, and he left me nearly a million dollars, a big home out in the country, and a lot of junk he had built over the years. Uncle Albert was an inventor - not as famous as Edison, but he probably built as many gadgets. There were boxes full of gadgets all over the house, stacks and stacks of them.

My boyfriend and I had moved into the house, and were slowly sorting out the junk from the usable things, going through box after box of Uncle Albert's inventions and contraptions. While digging through a box from the bedroom closet, I came across what I later learned from a diary was Uncle Albert's electronic weight reduction gun. Uncle Albert sure didn't intend for his weight reduction gun to be used the way I now use it. But then, it hadn't worked the way he had intended, either.

He was an electronic genius, but somewhat lazy. He like to eat, but didn't believe in exercise, at least not if he was the one that had to do it. So when he started getting a little paunchy around the middle he built a gimmick to remove weight selectively, but just pointing it at the overweight area, and pushing the button. Voila! Instant weight loss!

Unfortunately, it didn't work...at least, not in that way: it reduced the whole object-miniaturized it-shrunk whatever it was pointed at down to about one seventh of it's original size. Fortunately for Uncle Albert, he had tried it on some experimental animals before trying it on himself. Unfortunately for my boyfriend - I hadn't!

When I first saw it, I thought it was a camera. Playing around, I pointed it at my boyfriend, told him to smile, and pushed the button. There was just a little buzz, and Phil disappeared. I stared in horror at the empty air where he had been. It was several seconds before I looked down, and say a little doll, nor more than a foot tall, standing there waving its arms and squeaking. Wearing jeans and a tee shirt just like Phil had been wearing, it looked like a 3-D picture of Phil.

I stared incredulously at the doll for several seconds before I realized that it really was Phil! He had been transformed into a little foot tall doll! He was staring up at me, screaming and yelling. His voice was a rapid, high pitched squeaking that sounded like and excited mouse. I just stood there in shock staring down at him. I had to listen very carefully before I could understand what he was saying. Then I wished I hadn't - he was calling me stupid ninety-nine different ways, cussing and shouting up at me in that squeaky little mouse voice.

Finally, I got tired of his cursing at me and calling me stupid. I reached down and grabbed him in one hand. My hand engulfed his miniature body from shoulders to hips, as I snatched him up from the floor like a tiny, little doll.

He was nothing to me! Holding him easily in one hand, I shook him like a child's toy, and yelled angrily at him.

"Shut up, you stupid little man! You're calling me stupid - and yelling at me?"

I squeezed him lightly in my hand.

"Now who's stupid? I'll squash you like a bug!"

He screeched a high pitched little squeal, and I felt his tiny, little body squirming feebly in my hand. I opened my fingers and looked down at him. He seemed nothing more than a little toy lying in the palm of my hand, crying and begging me not to kill him. I stared in awe at the tiny, little figure lying helpless in my hand, realizing it was really Phil! Suddenly, I realized how close I had come to killing him. His shrunken little body was a tiny, delicate little thing I could have crushed in a second. I calmed down, and relaxed my grip on him.

He was a soft, wriggly little doll not even a foot tall, squirming like a mouse in my hand. He felt amazingly soft and delicate. I held him very carefully in the palm of my hand, and began gently stroking his little body with my fingertips. Very carefully, I pinched the bottom of tee shirt between my fingers, and pulled it off him. I was trying to be very gentle, but the shirt simply came apart in my fingers. He was once again screaming and squirming, as I held him in my fingers and plucked gently at his jeans. I couldn't believe how delicate they were-like the tee shirt, they simply shredded in my fingers as I pulled them off him.

I examined his tiny, naked, little body as he squealed and squirmed in my hand, begging me not to hurt him. His tiny, little body felt soft, warm, and silky smooth as I delicately caressed him with my fingertips. Every detail was perfect! Ever so gentle, I stroked his bare chest with a fingertip. I could feel his ribs under my fingertip, and they felt so tiny and fragile; they were like tiny, little twigs. It was a miracle they hadn't simply crumbled when I had squeezed him. Sliding my finger down across his stomach, I gently stroked the soft, little tuft of his pubic hair, then very carefully slid my fingertip between his miniature thighs, and very, very gently lifted his soft, limp, little prick on my fingertip. It was an insignificant little thing, less than a half inch long. I could barely feel it as I caressed it ever so gently. It was a tiny, little worm, so soft and small I could have pinched it off with my fingernails, or with no more than a twitch or my fingers, simply ripped the whole thing off, balls and all.

As I caressed his diminutive little prick, I felt that miniature cock start to harden between my fingers. Lifting in on the tip of one finger, I looked down at it in astonishment-his tiny, little prick was actually swelling up and getting stiff! I laughed at him because he was a small as a little doll! Such a tiny little man, and getting a hard-on as I played with his tiny, little, miniature cock. Talk about your anatomically correct dolls!

I squeezed gently and pulled lightly a couple of times, laughing at his reactions. "You like that Phil? You like me playing with that tiny, little cock? Aren't my fingers a little big and rough? I don't want to hurt you."

He seemed terrified as he replied in his squeaky little mouse voice.

"Oh, God...I'm afraid you're going to rip it off, and still your big, soft fingers holding it feel so good, I'm about to go crazy!"

By now his diminutive little prick was standing up stiff as a board, and swollen to nearly and inch long. I could feel tiny, little pulses in is as he squirmed and writhed in my hand.

"You're not going crazy, you silly little thing, you're getting off!" I laughed, as I delicately stroked his throbbing little cock between my fingers.

He grabbed my fingers with both hands, writing and squirming as he neared climax. I could hear his mousy voice moaning as he heaved his hips up against my fingertips.

"Oh, God...Oh, God...!" he moaned.

"You raunchy little bastard, I don't believe you! You've been shrunk down to the size of a doll, and you're still so horny that you're going crazy while I jack you off with my fingers half as big as you are."

My words pushed him over the edge. He squirmed and heaved, and a tiny, little spurt of white cum spewed onto my fingers. I laughed as he rolled back and forth in the palm of my hand, moaning.

"Ohoooo...Jeannie, Oh God...! You're fantastic!"

Considering how diminutive he was, I guess it was a tremendous load of cum he had shot onto my fingers, but the tiny, little drops were gone with a single swipe of my tongue, and I could barely taste it.

"Phil, how can you even think of sex at a time like this? We've got to get you back to normal. I'll admit that you sure are a cute little doll, but I need a man, not a doll."

"Oh, Jeannie, it'll be alright. You can just reset that gadget, and get me back to my regular size-but, to get jacked off by a fifty foot giantess-wow, what a thrill! And those great, big fingers of yours...they're as big as my legs! Mmm...so big, and warm, and soft! I love it! Ohoooo...Jeannie, you're fantastic! Oh, God...oh, God! I love it! How man men have ever been jacked off by a fifty foot woman?" he laughed.

I put him on the table, and picked up the shrinker again. I examined it, and found that it didn't have any setting to make things big again! And, Uncle Albert, the only one who knew how it worked, sure couldn't help-he was dead!

"Phil," I began, looking down at him, "I don't know how to tell you this, but this thing doesn't have any setting to make you big again!"

After an hour's study, Phil was a pathetic, completely dejected little man. All his fund with his "fifty foot giantess" seemed ironic to him now. There just wasn't any way to get him back to normal. It looked like I was going to be his "giantess" for a long time to come. I looked down at him, a poor, helpless little man, less than a foot high, standing on a table, looking like a child's little dress-up doll. I was going to try to cheer him up, and make light of it, by telling him he was going to be a "boy-toy" for me-but, how can you joke about a man being nothing more than a "boy-toy" for the rest of his life? I was crying instead of laughing as I reached out with one hand, and, wrapping my fingers around his tiny, little body, picked him up as though he actually was a little doll. Crushing him to my cheek, I drenched him with my tears.

We didn't dare tell anyone. Phil and I had both quit our jobs when I'd inherited the money, and were living together in the house, so there was no problem with his absence from the world. Obviously, we couldn't sleep together anymore-he was so tiny, I'd squash him like a bug if I rolled over on him...or, what if he tickled me, and, half-asleep, I swatted him? I could just imagine waking up with a squashed little Phil in my hand, so I made a bed in a dresser drawer for him. I took a tissue box, and stuffed it about half-full of my nylon panties.

He took one look, and started yelling and screaming at me again in that high pitched little voice.

"What the hell is this? I'm not sleeping with your underpants! You think I'm some kind of pervert?"

His excited shouting sounded just like a tiny, little mouse squeaking. He was standing there, waving his arms and yelling up at me in that squeaky, little voice, and all I could picture was a little mouse, standing on his hind legs scolding me. I had to suppress a giggle before I could answer him.

"Oh, Phil," I said, "don't be silly! They're the softness things I have. They're clean, and they'll be nice and warm for you. Besides, you're so little I can do anything I want with you! I can make you sleep in my undies while I'm still wearing them-if I wanted to!" I grinned at him.

"You wouldn't...! Don't you dare...!" There was panic in his voice as he backed away from me.

Grinning and giggling, I began teasing him: as he backed away, I slowly reached for him with one hand, while slipping the other behind him.

"Gotcha!" I laughed, grabbing his tiny, little body between my thumb and forefinger. Holding his little body between my fingers like a small doll, I laughed at him.

"Phil, don't you realize how tiny you are? Look at you, you're nothing but a little doll..."

Laughing and giggling, I tossed him easily from one hand to the other.

"You're nothing! A tiny, little doll-man for me to play with. Look at me! Look at how big I am! To you, I'm a great, bit, fifty foot giantess, who can toss you around like a little toy soldier!"

I tossed him up before my face, and caught him gently in both hands. He screamed and squealed, flailing his arms and kicking his legs as he flew through the air.

I found that I was enjoying playing with him. He was just a little toy to me! I tossed him up again, this time higher than my head. I laughed as he squealed and screamed, thrashing helplessly in the air. Cupping my hands, I let him simply fall into them. I looked down at the tiny body writhing and squirming in my hands.

"Poor little Phil. What's the matter, my little boy-toy? Too much woman, or too little Phil?"

Once again, I held him in my fingers and tossed him up, this time nearly to the ceiling, letting him fall farther than before and grabbing him out of the air with one hand. This time he was sobbing as I held him in the pal of one hand.

"Aw...poor little Phil is tired, and doesn't want to play anymore. Does he want to take a little nap? That's about the only kind he can take now...a little one!" I laughed.

"Poor little Phil, time to take a nap, now. You don't want to sleep in the nice little bed I mad you? Still think I can't make you sleep in my undies? How about a nice little nap in the once I've got on now? While I'm wearing them! You know there's nothing you can do. You're so little, I can do anything I want with you."

"Please, Jeannie...please..." he pleaded, crying as he begged me, "...no more...please...help me, help me...don't please...!"

Pinching his squirming little legs between my thumb and finger, I lifted him by his legs, letting him dangle upside down. Then, pulling the front of my skirt and panties out, I lowered him down inside. He was screaming and fighting helplessly, begging me not to put him there.

Laughing at his futile little struggles, I dropped him down into the crotch of my panties. I could feel his tiny body kicking and thrashing as he struggled about in my crotch. His pathetic little writhing, and squirming tickled my pussy as I walked about the room. Suddenly, I gasped as I felt one tiny, little arm, then another, slip right up into my pussy. An erotic thrill shot through me as I felt his tiny, little hands caressing my clit. He was actually fondling my clit! What a raunchy little bastard! I hadn't realized how much having him in my pussy was exciting me, until I realized that he was only trying to push away from my big, hungry cunt, as it was about to swallow him whole. When I lifted him from the crotch of my panties he was soaking wet, and shaking and crying. Holding him very gently, I caressed him with a hand as big as he was, petting him like a little kitten, telling him I was only teasing him, just playing with him, and would never hurt him.

After a few days we began to adjust, and we even made occasional jokes about his size. About a week after the accident, I was standing in front of the dresser nude, getting ready for a shower, while he sat on top of my jewelry box looking up at me and grinning.

"God, but your tits are huge! I keep getting a hard-on every time I look at you. Do you have any idea how big your tits look to me? And that big, wonderful pussy! God, but I wish I could get into you again!"

"Haven't you ever heard the saying, 'be careful what you wish for, you might get it'? Don't you realize what you just wished for: to 'get into me'! Remember, little man, I'm just as horny as you! And, given the circumstances, you could end up with exactly what you wished!"

"Oh sure, I'll just jump on top of you, and stick my prick up that big snatch of yours. Only, you're so damn big, I don't think I'd get much satisfaction from waving it around in that Grand Canyon of yours!"

"Grand Canyon!" I shouted in outrage, "You little bug fucker! I'm not too big-you're too damn small! I've seen that great, big hard-on you're so proud of. Remember when I jerked it off for you with my "great big fingers"? You're lucky I didn't really jerk it off...clear off! Here I am, horny as hell, and you're waving that little half-inch worm at me, as if you could ever satisfy me with that damn little half-inch toothpick you call a prick! That puny little worm won't do me any good! You're whole damn body isn't any bigger than a decent-sized prick! Ha! It'd take your whole damn body to do me any good now!" I giggled.

"You'd be getting in over your head trying to fuck me now, little man. Yeah...you could get your wish alright," I continued sarcastically, "I can just picture it now: you're trying to fuck me, and there you'd be, climbing on top of me like a little mouse, crawling down to my pussy through the big, thick tangle of curly hair. Ah yeah, now you're finally right in my pussy, squirming your way in, squeezing your body down between my big, thick pussy lips to lie full length in the "Grand Canyon" of my cunt. Then you try to stick you great, but throbbing prick in. Ah yesss...I'll have to help you so you can get that huge throbbing monster of a prick in! I'll just spread my legs, open my pussy, and SLURP! Oops-where did Phil go? 'Poor little Phil/only ten inches tall/tried to fuck his big girl/and she swallowed him all!' Mmmmmm...come to think of it, you are just about the right size! Come 'ere, you cute little dildo! OH-yeah! You can be my little Phildo!" I laughed.

He screamed, and ran behind my jewelry box to hide. Seconds later, he was squirming and struggling helplessly in my hand. I undressed him as though I was playing with a little doll. He was perfect. I had bee carrying hi around all week, picking him up, feeding him, petting him, undressing him, washing him, but even naked, his little body hadn't done anything for me. Now, thinking about using him for a dildo, suddenly changed everything. His warm, naked, little body was sexy as hell. I don't know why I hadn't noticed it before, but holding is warm, firm, little body in my hand was like holding a nice, big, hard prick. Remembering that first night, when I dropped him down into my panties, and how excited I'd gotten with him squirming around in my pussy, I don't know why I didn't think of this sooner. I was caressing him and playing with his tiny, little body as I rubbed my pussy, getting hotter and hornier by the second. Oh, God! I just wanted to ram him up my cunt, and use him for a dildo-a nice warm, squirming, wriggling, little living vibrator.

He screamed and squirmed helplessly like a little mouse, as I got into bed with him in my hand. Lying back and spreading my legs, I grinned down at him.

"Okay, little Phildo, you're about to get your wish! It's time to make love to me again...only this time, you're really going to put everything you've got into it," I laughed as I pushed his face into my pussy, "and I do mean everything!"

He put his tiny, little hands on my labia, and tried to push himself away.

"No...! Please...no...Jeannie you'll kill me! I'll drown in there! Please, don't...!"

"Aaww...why not? Poor, tiny, little man...how could you be scared of my nice, warm pussy? As I recall, you were always trying to play with my pussy," I giggled, "Now, it's my pussy's turn to play with you! Besides, it's exactly what you wished for! Look out! There's a big, hungry, man eating pussy hiding in that bush!" I was laughing at his helpless struggles, laughing so hard that I almost lost my desire-but squeezing his warm, firm body in my hand brought it right back again.

"I thought you just said you'd like to get into my nice, big, wonderful pussy again? Well, you really don't have any choice. I'm gonna grant your wish. You're really going to 'get into my' this time!" I spread myself open, and pressed his head down into my hungry pussy, rubbing his face around in the soft, hot flesh.

I could feel his tiny, little hands moving in my pussy, and thought I could feel his tiny, little tongue licking my clit, but that was probably just my imagination.

"MMMmmm...that's right, lick it little lover, lick it good! Ohhooo...yeeaahh..."

Holding his head between my fingers, I began using his face to masturbate with. I rubbed his face against my clit again and again, and within seconds I was squirming and writhing, heaving my hips up to meet that wriggling little body. My cunt was flowing, and I needed a man in me. I giggled at the thought- I was going to get a man in me all right-an entire man!

"Okay, little Phildo...in you go!" He screamed as I adjusted him to my pussy, a squeaky little squeal that cut off abruptly as I pushed his head into my cunt. Holding his little body tightly in my fingers, I inserted him into my cunt headfirst. I could feel him writhing and squirming wildly as I pressed him into myself, slowly squeezing him in deeper and deeper. His warm, firm, little body slipped easily into my horny cunt, filling me up as he entered, stretching and pressing in all the right places.

"OH...GOD!" I was nearly crying, he felt so wonderful sliding into my hungry pussy.

As I pushed his little body in, I could feel him wiggling inside me. I kept squeezing him in until he was buried all the way. I hadn't realized how horny I had become, until I felt him wriggling and squirming deep down inside my cunt. I rolled him back and forth, feeling his warm, firm, little body moving inside me. Holding his lower legs between my fingers, I pulled him part way out, then shoved him back in again. I began pumping him in and out, using poor, helpless, little Phil's entire body for a dildo.

I rammed that heavenly little body of his in and out of my horny cunt until I was heaving and rolling in on fantastic climax after another. Shoving him all the way up inside myself, I clamped down, squeezing my cunt on his trapped body. When I squeezed he wiggled, I squeezed again, and he wiggled again, and again. I screamed and writhed, squirming and thrashing in the throes of one fabulous orgasm after another until I lay exhausted in the warm afterglow of those terrific climaxes.

Afterwards, I lay there feeling his little body still wriggling and wiggling up inside myself, and I knew that I wasn't every going to try to get him back to normal size. Poor, little Phil-even if I ever found a way to grow him back, he was going to stay small. He was going to stay my little toy, my nice, warm, wiggly, little Phildo.

* * *

I couldn't believe my eyes-I had never seen anything so perfect. There, in the pet shop window, hung a big bird cage in the shape of a house. I stared at it, and thought how much better it would be than a doll house. I could keep my little Phildo locked up so he couldn't get away, or get hurt, until I needed him. Thinking of my little man, I could almost feel his tiny, little body wriggling and squirming up inside my hungry cunt. My heart beat faster and I could feel the moisture seeping into my panties as I paid the cashier and put the cage in my car.

I finished hanging the bird cage from the ceiling near the bed and looked at it. I was too bare for what I wanted-it needed furniture. Doll house furniture wasn't functional, and didn't look good either. I could buy real furniture and shrink it down to size. Then I thought, why buy it? Just go to a good furniture store, shrink it down, and take it. They certainly don't watch for women putting chairs and sofas into their purses in furniture stores.

I got the shrinker out and put in a fresh battery. Taking my biggest purse from the closet, I checked it out. There was plenty of room for a couple of chairs and a sofa, if they were shrunk down to the proper size. I put my wallet and the shrinker in the purse and headed for the finest furniture store I could think of...

"Yes, ma'am. Can I help you?" The damn salesman was hanging over my shoulder everywhere I moved, trying to sell me everything in the store.

"Thanks but I'm just looking. I'll call you if I need any help."

I stand five-ten barefoot, and I was wearing four inch heels. I think the pasty-faced little shrimp was awed by my size. If he liked big girls, he was about to get more than he'd ever dreamed of, if he didn't leave me alone pretty soon. I looked down at him and thought: Yuck, I wouldn't want him. Maybe I'll just zap him down and stomp him into the carpet. I chuckled quietly to myself as I thought about how he's squash. My big ol' size elevens would make short work of him. Crunch! Squish!

A terrific feeling of power surged through me at the thought of shrinking him down and stepping on him. I could just see it now: I'd zap him, and he'd be standing there in shock, staring up incredulously at my gigantic body, as I'd lift one enormous foot and knock him to the ground. Slowly I'd raise my huge foot over his tiny body and say, "You pathetic little worm, I'm going to squash you like a squirming little bug!"

Eagerly, I played the whole scene out in my mind: He screams and wriggles, but there's no escaping my gigantic foot as it slowly descends on his writhing, screaming, little body. I let him lie there struggling and crying, begging for me to stop as he pathetically tries to push my gigantic foot away with his tiny, little hands. Then, as I slowly increase the pressure on him, his arms crumple and his helpless, little body writhes under the sole of my towering spiked heel as I step down on him. There's a heady sense of power as I imagine the soft, crunching sounds, and the sudden "pop!" as his tiny body squishes under my foot.

As I stared at him, I suddenly realized that I was grinding the ball of my foot into the rug, just as though I was grinding his little body to a grease spot under my big ol' foot. God! What a feeling of power! A thrill of anticipation shivered through my body, and my hand slid into the purse, closing on the shrinker.

Just then a couple came in, and I was disappointed as the salesman excused himself and went to help them, never knowing how close he had come to getting squashed like a bug.

I found a beautiful recliner that was just what I wanted. I eased the shrinker out part way, and squeezed the trigger. It was like a camera trick, the chair was just gone. I reached down, picked up the little three inch chair sitting on the rug, and dropped in into my purse. I strolled around a while longer, until I found a nice matching sofa. There was no one in sight. The mousy little salesman and the couple with him were at the other side of the store. Zap! Into the purse went a ten-inch sofa.

A couple of minutes later, I found another chair to complete the set, and was just about to zap it, when I felt someone at my shoulder.

It was the store's manager.

"Ma'am, I don't know what's happening, but I've been watching you, and something is wrong. I saw a chair and a sofa you were looking at just disappear. What the hell's happening?"

For a moment I was terrified. Then I looked at him, and know instantly what to do. He was a good size and a half feet tall with muscles everywhere. I thought: What a huge man! God! What a terrific little sex toy he'd make!

Looking around to see if anyone else was watching, I smiled innocently at him.

"Oh, I'm stealing your furniture. Want to see it?"

My hand was on the shrinker in the purse as I held it open to him. He saw the chair and couch, and just stood staring.

"Want to see it even closer?" I asked-and pulled the trigger.

He disappeared, and there was a little doll standing at my feet.

I grinned down at the poor, helpless little man. Shrunk to the size of a doll, he was standing nearly between my feet, staring at them in shock. I lifted one foot and slowly lowered it on him, pressing him helplessly to the floor. Realizing that all I had to do was step down with my foot and crush that poor, helpless man like a but sent thrills shivering through me. I had never felt such a tremendous surge of power. I debated in my mind whether to squash him, or use him for a sex toy. Remember how big and powerful he had seemed, I decided in favor of using him for a nice, big, squirming dildo. After all, if I tired of him I could always toss him to the ground and squash him any time I wanted to.

Reaching down quickly, I grabbed him in one hand, picking him up like a toy. It was just like it had been with Phil, only thins time I knew what was happening, and I could enjoy the terrific feeling of power it gave me when I picked up that poor, helpless little man. He screamed as I closed my hand on him, but his voice was just a little squeak. He struggled and fought as I lifted him effortlessly in one hand.

Shrunken to the size of a child's toy, he was completely helpless. His tiny, little body wriggled like a mouse in my hand as he kicked and hit at my fingers-even his screams sounded like a mouse squeaking. But his muscular little body felt nice and firm, just as I had wanted.

"What's happening? Please...let me down, let me go! Please...please, you're hurting me!" he screamed.

"I'm not letting you go, you gorgeous little hung! You're mine!" and I popped him into the purse with the furniture, closing it quickly over his squirming, little body.

With the furniture and the manager stuffed in my purse like toys, I watched as the mousy, little salesman returned to me. As he neared, the feeling of power returned with a shiver, I grasped the handle of the shrinker and pointed it at him. There was no one left in the store but me and him, and in a couple of seconds there wouldn't be anyone but me. I pressed the trigger and watched in fascination as he suddenly shrunk to the size of a small doll. He stared in awe at my feet, and then slowly turned his head to look up at me. I laughed and said:

"Well, little man, you had your chance, but now I'm going to squash you like a bug."

I was the one that was shocked when he smiled up at me, and dropping to his knees, caressed my foot, stroking each toe several times, and then leaned down and kissed them. Suddenly I realized he had a foot fetish, and I was actually fulfilling his wildest fantasy. Well, if that's what he wanted, I'd be happy to accommodate him. I lifted the foot and slowly lowered it on top of him. He made no effort to escape until the sole of my shoe had pressed him flat against the floor. When he realized that I was serious, and was really going to crush him under my foot, he began to squeal and push up against my toes with his tiny, little hands. I almost relented, but the terrific feeling of power surged through me again, and I wondered what it was going to be like to crush a man under my foot.

I shivered with a terrific feeling of power over that tiny, little man, and slowly started pressing down, gradually putting more and more weight on him. He screamed and squirmed for a second or two-then I could feel the tiny bones breaking, and felt his body flatten under the sole of my shoe. It was all over in moments. I didn't feel like I'd killed a man-I'd simply crushed a toy. I felt elated as I ground his squashed body under the sole of my foot. When I lifted my foot there was little left of his body: just a little, flattened hamburger, and a few threads of rag. I put my foot back down of the crushed body, and making sure what was left of his head was under the ball of my foot, ground the remainder deeply into the rug; then I turned and walked casually out the door.

An hour later, I closed the door and put the night latch on. Quickly entering the bedroom, I reached into the purse, and grabbed that good looking little hunk of a man by a leg, and held him up to inspect him. He was fantastic-a nice, warm, solid little man, almost a foot tall, bigger and more muscular than Phil. He looked like a football lineman from a pro team.

Reaching out with my other hand, I grasped his hips in my fingers. He screamed and squirmed as I lifted him up even with my face.

"Now, quit that, I'm going to enjoy myself, and play with my new toy!" I said.

I started laughing almost uncontrollably at his pathetic terror.

"Poor little man!" I teased, laughing as he screamed and begged me to let him go. "Sorry, but you're mine now."

He was just the right size, a nice, warm, solid, wriggly foot tall, and nearly two inches in diameter. Mmmmm...bigger and firmer than Phil, his warm, muscular, little body turned me on even more than Phil's did.

"No...no...no!" he was screaming all the while in his little mouse voice.

Paying no heed to his cries, and in spite of his struggles, I stripped his clothing from hi as if I were undressing a doll. I thought it was funny the way he screamed and struggled as I pulled the clothing from his doll-sized body. He was so tiny and helpless, there was nothing he could do. I plucked his coat off, then slid the tip of my finger into the front of his pants and peeled them off. Soon, he lay naked in the palm of my hand while I played with him.

Holding him in my fingers, I caressed and fondled his tiny doll's body. He was a cute little doll man, complete in every detail. I poked and probed, exploring his little body with fingers as large as his legs. It was fun, he was a pathetic helpless little man, completely at my mercy. I pinched one of his legs between my thumb and finger, pulling it straight. He squeaked and wriggled back and forth, twisting and jerking as hard as he could, but I could barely feel his futile resistance to my pulling. I could have ripped the leg clear off with no effort.

I reached out a finger and effortlessly shoved between his tiny, little legs. He squirmed and wriggled helplessly, but his legs spread easily as my fingers speared between them. I probed his crotch, lifting and examining his tiny, little inch long prick. He was screaming a shrill, high-pitches little squeal almost continually now, as he twisted and writhed in my hands.

God, but I was horny; my had was rubbing my hungry pussy almost by itself. My fingers stroked and probed, and the more I played with that cute, little man, the hornier I got. Finally, I could stand it not longer-I walked to the bed and began undressing.

In moments, I was naked with the tiny, little man, who was shaking and sobbing in terror as I lay back onto the bed. I clamped my hand around him, then, spreading my thighs apart and using my other hand to open my cunt, I simply inserted him headfirst into my hungry snatch. With one easy push, I swallowed him clear to his waist.

"Ooohh...MMmmmm..." His little body felt so good going in! His wriggling and squirming was terrific. I could feel him writhing all about inside me, twisting and turning inside my cunt. Moving my fingers down and grasping his lower legs, I shoved him all the way into me. Oh, God, did he feel good going into me! Now I could feel him all the way up inside me and his struggling was terrific.

"OOHHooooo!" What a wonderful feeling, he filled me up fantastically...warm, and hard, and wiggling like mad up inside me. "Oohhoooo it feels soooo good! Mmmm...soooo goooood, God!" I had never felt anything so wonderful, bigger than any prick had ever been-and they didn't wiggle like this!

I could feel his little hands beating on the sides of my cunt, and his legs thrashing and kicking as he squirmed and writhed. I had never felt anything as wonderful as his squirming way up inside me. Even Phil hadn't been this good. For long minutes I just lay there feeling him in me and enjoying his struggles. When he started to quiet down I grabbed his legs, yanked him a little bit, then rammed him back in squeezing my cunt on him as hard as I could.

"Ooohh...God!" I moaned.

I was in heaven as he thrashed about inside me harder than ever. Completely engulfed in the depths of my cunt, he was writhing and kicking and hitting, and it felt so terrific I knew I was going to come at any moment. I grasped his legs and started pulling him out and shoving him back in. In minutes I was writhing and moaning in absolute ecstasy as I rammed him into my cunt again and again. I was pumping him in and out like mad, as I thrilled to his tiny, trapped body. I was writhing as hard as he was, twisting and turning, screaming and moaning, as I cam in the most tremendous climax I'd ever had.

Finally, I lay in exhaustion, feeling the terrific afterglow of that magnificent climax, slowly moving his still struggling body in and out, holding him in me for minutes at a time, and still thrilling to his writhing struggles deep inside my body.

"Mmmmm..." Deep inside the hot wetness of my cunt, his struggles and wriggling were less now, but he was still moving about inside me, and it felt so good...I didn't know if I would ever let him out.

"Oohhh...God..."

I lay quietly, feeling him move inside me as he struggled. I squeezed him with my cunt and he kicked. It felt so terrific, I squeezed again.

"OOOhoo...Mmmm" I writhed and squeezed on his tiny, trapped body. I started again, grasping his legs in my fingers, squeezing him with my cunt, and pumping him in and out. I was writhing and moaning, rolling around while I rammed in and out like mad. Each time I rammed his body in I threw my hips up to meet him as he slid into me. If anything, the second coming was better than the first. I screamed and cried and writhed all over the bed. When I finally calmed down the enjoy the afterglow of the second titanic climax, there was no question in my mind where this little man was going to spend this night.

"Mmmmmm...oh, you poor, helpless, little thing! You've got a new home... right inside my big, wet pussy!"

And that's how I started my collection.

Would you like to see it? It's right here in my purse...!