The New Tenant
By Number 10




Mark and his girlfriend Teri drove to the entrance to the apartment complex. They were here to see the place advertised in the paper, a two-bedroom apartment. Teri, who was a tall, attractive blond and worked for a bank, had just transferred to this part of the Gulf Coast of Florida. Mark, about 6 feet tall with dark features, had quit his job to be with her. They were both in their mid-thirties.

Mark parked his car next to a sign that read "Fernwood Gardens." He stopped the engine, looked at Teri, and said, "Fernwood tonight?"

Teri rolled her eyes. "Very funny. Don't quit your day job."

"Too late, already did," answered Mark. Teri smiled and opened her car door.

They both got out and walked towards an apartment marked "Office." They knocked and waited. An attractive middle aged woman came to the door.

"Hello," she said in precise accented English. "I am Inga. How may I help you?" She looked solidly built. Her short, reddish blond hair lay in curls. She had penetrating hazel eyes.

"Hi, I'm Mark and this is Teri. We called this morning about the apartment."

"Oh yes. I will get the key."

The three of them walked to the vacant apartment. It was spacious, very clean and seemed very suitable. Mark and Teri decided on the spot to take it.

Inga led them back to her apartment to go over the terms of the lease. They sat at Inga's kitchen table with Mark closest to Inga. As they went over the lease, point by point, a strange feeling came over Mark. Inga talked directly to him, not Teri, and she seemed to be flirting with him. Mark wondered if Teri noticed.

But Teri seemed distracted. In the next room, a beautiful old dollhouse sat on a cheap, folding card table. She wanted to go over and look at it. Finally she asked.

"Yes, by all means," said Inga. "One of my tenants left it behind when she moved. I am not sure why."

Teri explored the various rooms and features of the small house. She traced her finger from the door to the windows to the roof. It was bizarre, but she could imagine tiny people living in it!

In the kitchen, Inga moved closer to Mark. While talking, she put her hand on Mark's arm. Mark was surprised but excited. He felt the blood rushing to his lower regions. This could get embarrassing, he thought, and decided to put distance between them before Teri got back.

Teri walked back into the kitchen and sat down. "Have you thought of selling that house?" she asked Inga. "I would make you a fair offer."

Inga thought for a moment. "Thank you, but no. I may have a use for it someday."

Teri thought that was a strange answer.

After the lease was signed and deposit made, Mark and Teri rose to leave. They followed Inga to the door. A large, heavy box partially blocked their path. Mark offered to move it. "Oh no, I will do it," said Inga. She easily lifted the box and carried it to a spot six feet way. Mark noted her strength. What was it about her that affected him this way? He thought about this as he and Teri drove to get their things.



The Business Trip

Teri started her new job the following Monday. Their plan was for Mark to take a couple of weeks off to set up the new place. He would take care of the details like the phone, cable and furniture. Then he would look for a job. In the meantime, he could also explore the area and relax a bit.

When Teri got home that first night, she had some startling news. "My first day, and they want to send me to New York on business! I leave tomorrow and I won't be back until Friday. Can you believe this?"

"It is kind of sudden. But they must have a lot of faith in you, honey," said Mark. Then he thought of the time he would be without her. It would be a long four days.

That night, they made tender love and held each other close. In the morning, he watched her leave for the airport.

With nothing better to do, Mark walked around the apartment complex. He saw another tenant washing his car, and decided to say hello.

After exchanging small talk, Mark asked how he liked the living at the complex. "Great place to live," the man said, "but the landlady's kind of strange."

"In what way?" asked Mark.

"Well, since her husband left, she seems love-starved. She always after half the men in this complex Most of the guys avoid her though."

Mark could see why. Probably her strength and manner intimidated them. As he walked back to the apartment, he was still thinking about Inga, when he turned a corner and almost walked into her.

They both laughed about the near accident, and Mark was about to go when Inga coughed, and said, "Oh Mark, by the way, I did not give you your parking permit yet. Why don't you come by in an hour to pick it up?" Mark agreed to do this.

An hour later, Mark found himself at Inga's door. She let him in, and he followed her, just like the first time. Then she said, "Would you like a drink?"

Surprised, Mark said, "It's a bit early yet. I don't know...." Inga went ahead anyway and prepared a gin and tonic for her visitor. It looked so good on this hot day he couldn't say no. But before she brought it over, Inga turned away. She seems to be speaking strange words over the drink that Mark could not understand. Then she turned back with a smile.

Inga sat back and watched Mark enjoy the best gin and tonic he ever had. She started talking in an animated fashion and moved ever closer to him. Then she reached for his leg.

Slightly flushed, Mark remembered something he had to do. He hurriedly got up and stumbled for the front door. Only when he was outside and halfway to his apartment did he remember the parking permit.



Life under Inga

Mark was back at Inga's a couple of hours later. He felt weak and had a blinding headache. He blamed the drink. Not knowing what to do, he sought Inga for help.

She led him into her bedroom, and helped him to lay down. She got him aspirins and a glass of water. Then she drew the shades, making the room very dark, and left.

Mark, feeling very grateful, fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, the shades were up, and sunshine filled the room. Mark slowly woke up. He noticed his clothes were gone. Then he had the shock of his life

He was a tiny three inch man, a mere speck on Inga's huge bed. His pillow was the size of a house. Then it struck him: Where was Inga?

As if on cue, her heard her footsteps. Inga's place had old hardwood floors, and as she walked closer, the vibration and noise grew more intense.

She pounded her way into the room, and over to the bed. Inga looked at Mark for a moment, smiled and picked him up. Her grip was incredibly tight. She brought him closer and opened her hand so that he could sit in her palm. Then she talked, firmly but soothingly.

"You have been shrunk. You will live here, under me. Forget about your old life. If you obey me, we will be very happy. If not...." Inga did not finish, but Mark got the idea.

After a day or two, Mark had an inkling of life under Inga. He lived in her dollhouse during the day. She shared all of her meals with him. Then they spent the nights together.

About the third night, Mark was introduced to Giantess Sex. Inga would allow Mark to roam her still shapely body and face, but then, she would insist on her own pleasure. She inserted a small platform between her buttocks and legs for Mark to stand on. She would set Mark there, and then part her lips with huge fingers. Mark would then spend up to a hour licking, caressing and massaging her gigantic clitoris. When she began to climax, the fingers would push Mark's small body into her moist cavity. His whole body became involved, as she frantically slid, rubbed, and pushed Mark against her swollen clit. Inga screamed as she came, all over Mark.

As the spent giantess caught her breath, Mark slowly made his way up the landscape that was Inga. He would settle into the soft spot just under Inga's throat, and try to sleep. She would later set him on his side of the bed, so she wouldn't crush him.



Teri Returns

Mark lost track of the days as he adjusted to this new life. During the day, Inga would put him in the old dollhouse. He was instructed to hide from visitors, usually girls and women of all ages whose memories of childhood were awakened. Inga would remain close by at all times, to keep tabs on her small lover.

Mark amused himself watching and listening to Inga's visitors. Late one evening, however, he heard a familiar voice from Inga's kitchen. It was Teri! From the dollhouse window he strained to see and hear.

"...back for a few hours and no sign of Mark. I just don't know where he could be. I'm about to call the police. Have you seen him, Inga?"

Mark could tell that Teri was very worried. Inga reassured Teri that he would be found, and not to worry. Mark wanted to scream out to Teri, but he remembered Inga's warnings. So he sat and looked helplessly at his beloved girlfriend.

When Teri left, Inga came over to take Mark to bed. She looked at him and said, "You were wise to stay quiet. You belong to me. We will make love now, and you will devote yourself to me. You do enjoy our lovemaking, don't you?"

Mark had to admit that he did. But he missed his girlfriend terribly. He wondered how she would react to his new size, even if she did discover him. Maybe she would reject him. Mark couldn't be sure.

In bed, Mark worked harder than ever to please his giantess. She rewarded him with a bit more tenderness and affection. But he could not remove Teri from his mind.



Angela

The next day, Mark was whiling away the time in his house, when he noticed a new visitor in Inga's kitchen. She was a young, raven-haired woman, chatting with Inga. Mark caught sight of her face and figure and was attracted to her immediately. She had large, kind eyes and a pleasant smile.

There was a knock, and Inga suddenly got up to answer it. The raven-haired woman glanced about the room, her eyes finally resting on the dollhouse. She couldn't resist. Mark watched her get up and walk towards him.

He knew what he would do. Mark had decided he would try to contact the next person to approach the dollhouse, as long as Inga wasn't nearby. This would be his best chance to get back to Teri. It was risky, but he had to try.

Mark came out of his house, and stood still in front of the door. He would let the woman see him, but he would not speak right way. He did not want to frighten her.

She walked to the side of the house and slowly came to the front. When she saw a small man, she thought it must be a doll. But it was incredibly lifelike. Wait, it was breathing!

"Are you real?" she asked, in a hoarse whisper.

He paused before answering. "Yes," he said in a loud, clear voice.

She lowered her head, and her large brown eyes drank him in. "How did..."

"Inga did this. My girlfriend is looking for me. I need your help. Please take me, now!"

The woman, still in shock, looked around. They could both hear and feel Inga's footsteps returning to the kitchen.

"Quick, in your bra!" pleaded Mark. In a flash, she undid her blouse's top button, picked up Mark, slipped him in, and rebuttoned. Mark was impressed with her speed.

She then turned back to face Inga.

"Are you admiring my dollhouse, Angela? It's not for sale you know." Inga looked at her with a bit of suspicion.

"Yes, it's lovely. I can see why you don't want to part with it. Well, I have to be going now. Goodnight, Inga." Angela started for the door in measured strides. Mark could tell she was holding her breath, and he tensed up as well.

In a moment, though, the air felt different. They were outside now, and the sun had just gone down. Angela did not return to her apartment, but went to her car instead. She started it , drove a few blocks away, and parked in a private spot. Then she took out Mark.

Angela listened as Mark talked about his experience, about Inga, and about Teri, who must be sick with worry by now. Angela wanted to help, and said she would return Mark to his girlfriend. But she had a favor to ask. "Anything," Mark said.

"Let me take you down to the beach. Just for a little while. We can lay down together and look at the stars. It's kind of a special place for me, and I'd like to share it with you. I promise I'll take you to Teri afterwards."

Mark agreed. She was very pleasant to be around, and he believed her. He also wanted to repay her for her kind act.



Conclusion

It was very dark at the beach. Angela took a large blanket from her trunk. She walked to a secluded spot amidst the tall grass, and spread the blanket out. They could both smell the sea and hear the ocean waves lapping the shore.

Angela lay down and set Mark on top of her. "Please make yourself comfortable," she said. He decided to lay down on her generous chest. They both gazed up at the sky.

They talked quietly about little things. She showed him where Polaris was. He found the Big Dipper. They imagined the strange worlds that revolved around those millions of suns. Then they stopped talking altogether, and just enjoyed each other.

They both sensed it was time. Angela packed up to go, and on the drive home, he sat right by her, feeling a new closeness with his rescuer. He did want to return to Teri, but hated to leave this lovely woman.

Mark was concerned about Teri, and how she would react to his new size. He expressed his concerns to Angela. "The last time she saw me I was normal-sized. She won't understand what's happened. Hell, even I don't understand."

Angela's voice was kind. "We'll make her understand. I'll stay with you as long as you want. I just want everything to work out between you."

They arrived, and Angela pulled into her parking space. "But if you ever need a friend, remember, I'm just over in 102." She thought for a moment. "Hmmm. I'd better give you my phone number too." She found a pen and paper and wrote her number as small as she could. Then she folded it and handed it to Mark

Angela got out, picked up Mark, and headed up the walk to his apartment. A light was on. Angela held him up to her face for a quick kiss, and then gave him one last look with her huge eyes. Then she stood up straight, took a deep breath, and knocked.

The End