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Small World By 'gm'

Ever since women learned how to shrink the male body, the world just hasn't been the same for Timm . Every male person all over the world now belonged to a female, much like a pet. Some women owned more than one, perhaps even several. Timm, became the property of anchorwoman Vivian Johnson. Vivian is about 5'8" with blonde hair, about shoulder length, and green eyes. She had a fantastic body, with medium sized tits. She tended to keep her finger and toenails pretty well manicured. Her fingernails were long and usually done with a glossy clear-coat. Viv usually kept Timm in a small cage when she wasn't around, more for his protection than anything else. When Timm woke up that morning in his cage, Viv was already up and ready to go. "Time to get up, my little man," she said. She was in her panties, with no bra. She walked over to Timm's cage on the dresser and looked in at him. Timm, being about 1/2" tall, was about half as big as her thumbnail. "Well, get up so I can dress you." Her voice was like the sound of a jet, but Timm was used to it by now. Timm, being a little nonchalant, just rolled over and tried to fall back asleep. "One last chance, my pet" she said. Again, he just lay there. Viv reached over and undid the latch on his cage (it was a simple hook latch on a bird-cage type of device). He saw the shadow approaching, but she was too fast for him to get up. The first thing he saw was her huge fingernail on her index finger, then he saw the rest of her finger. There was a large jolt as he felt his doll bed being lifted. He was being lifted up off the dresser. He rolled over and looked up grogilly, and saw the palm of Viv's hand above him, the bed being held up by the underneath of her fingernails. She was holding him about waist high out in front of her, looking down at him from above her tits. Her hair was in a ponytail, and it looked like she had already put on her makeup (although she really looked beautiful without it). "You look beautiful this morning," said Timm. He hoped this would him in her favor. She could be pretty strict when she wanted to. He never new she liked to be in so much control when he was working with her. "It's too late for that, I'm going to have to do everything for you again this morning. I hope you remember this." He could tell that this stuff usually excited her, because she usually got a little wet from it. She carried him over to the bathroom and put him down on the sink, and then pulled up a chair. She had her bosom above the counter, where her tits jutted out at him. She reached down and gently picked him up off of the bed underneath the back. She held him on her hand with her thumb, firmly, but not where it hurt him. One of the things that kept men in line now was all the stories of men being hurt and killed because the women used a little too much of their strength on them. He knew she could crush him with the littlest effort, but she loved him too much for that. She had truly fallen hopelessly in love with him, and he with her too. The relationship had to stay like a domineering pet owner merely for his own safety. Her thumb resting on his midsection, she held him for a few moments while she looked at him. Her thumbnail was pushed up under his chin, causing a glare from the bathroom lights. Her nails were done in their customary way, with clear polish. This made them very slick to Timm's touch, reminding him of wet ice. She then reached over with her other hand and pulled off his blanket. It often looked like the women were moving in slow motion, since they were so big. Her breath was like a hot summer day, but it smelled nice. "How about a kiss," she boomed. She lifted her hand with him in it up to her face. Slowly her face got bigger and bigger and he wanted. "Here you go," she said, getting some already chewed toast out of her mouth, offering it to him in her fingernail. "No thanks, I'm full" he said. "Now, you need all you can get today" she said, picking him up and putting his face down to the fingernail. "Eat it!" He ate the glistening mass, as he tried to figure out why he would need all this energy. "Let's use the bathroom before we go" she said. This definitely excited her, as she carried him to the bathroom in her hand. She got her pants down and sat on the stool. She set him on her leg and settled in. He first heard a drop, and then a stream going into the pool. She held out her fingernail to him again, and he pulled down his pants and underwear down, pulled out his dick, and laid it in her fingernail. It looked like a splinter up against the curvy underside of her huge fingernail. He pissed into the fingernail. barely even wetting the surface. He pulled up his pants as she put the finger under some water. She got up and took him over to a smaller cage she used to transport him in. She set him down as she undid the latch. The latch might have weighed a ton to him. She picked him up using his collar, dangling between her thumbnail and fingernail. She let him down and closed the latch. She then picked up the cage by the handle on top, and lifted him up. "I don't really want to carry this bulky cage today. I think you ride in the necklace." The necklace was a small cage that he could barely fit into, which was on a long gold-rope necklace. She got the necklace out of her purse and opened it up. It was about 3.5" tall and about 2" wide. She picked him up out of the cage again and put him in the necklace cage. She closed the door, accidentally stabbing him with her thumbnail. "Sorry," she said. She lifted up the necklace and fastened the chain around her neck, leaving him hanging between her breasts. He looked up and she looked down at him. "Ready to go?" she asked, not really waiting for an answer. She walked out to the car and got in, bumping him off her chest all the way. Her high heels made a loud clicking noise as she walked on the sidewalk. He looked up at her as she drove periodically. She wasn't paying any attention to him usually, and all he could see was the underside of her chin, up her nose, and her lips. He could definitely smell her perfume, and the heat from her body was a little uncomfortable. She got to work and got out of her car. As she walked into the building, she said hi to all the other women. Not all the women had their shrunken men with them, but some did. He thumped back and forth against her chest as she walked. She signed in with the secretary, and he noticed that the secretary, an older woman of abut 45, had her little man taped naked to her finger. "He tried to get away when I was cleaning him up this morning. I figured I'd teach him a lesson," the lady said. At this she stuck her finger completely in her mouth for about thirty seconds. When she pulled it out, the guy was drenched from head to toe in hot spit. He had a terrified look on his face as she blew on him to dry him off. She took one of her fingernails and scratched at the bottom of his feet, causing him to squirm. "Yeah, you've got to keep them in line," Viv said, reaching up and patting the cage with her fingers. The secretary, who still had a smile on her face, said "It can be pretty fun, though!" She then clicked her thumbnail and fingernail (they were red), causing a loud popping noise. The little man looked scared again. Some of the women kept a pretty firm stance with their playthings, keeping them in line with fear. The men were reduced to having the rights of insects in this giant-female dominated world. "Oh, could you watch him while I go check on some tapes?" asked Viv. This caused Timm to jerk in his breath. The old lady began smiling wickedly. "Sure, I don't think he'll be any trouble" she said, as Viv took off the necklace and handed it to her. The old lady took the cage and closed her hand around it. She had really long fingernails, and they clicked against the bars of the cage. When Viv got out of sight, she picked the cage up in front of her face and looked at Timm. "I'm sure you won't do anything to make me mad, will you? I'd hate to have to give you a lesson in obedience." At this she brought the cage even closer to stare him down. She opened the cage and pulled him out rather roughly, setting him down in front of her. Her bosom was rather large, and she was well kept, like she spent all day on her appearance. She picked him up in her fingers now, her thumb in front and finger in back. She gave him a little squeeze and smiled. She brought him up to her face and gave him a lick with her tongue, her saliva coating his face. It tasted like coffee. He was helpless to resist her, her grip like an iron vise. He couldn't even move his arms. She put him down again and started working. Periodically, she would stick the finger with her guy taped to it into her dress, down between her legs. When she brought it back up, the guy would be a little wet with a terrified look on his face. Then she would stick her finger in her mouth and suck for awhile. Finally, Viv came back and picked him back up and took him to her desk. "She could probably teach me a few tricks to use on you when you act up" said Viv, looking at Timm. She set him down on her desk and got situated. "Don't try to get away, or I'll take you back to the secretary. I've got some news for you. All the reporters and anchors are getting together and sharing their little men. We each get some of you for awhile, mainly just to play with. Some of the more dominating women wanted to do this. I guess they remember when the guys ran things, and want to get even, although some of them are probably just horny." She had a small cage to keep him in at work, but sometimes she let him run around loose. Usually he just sit somewhere out of the way, trying not to get crushed if she wasn't paying attention. Suddenly, her phone rang, scaring Timm almost half to death. "Hello" Viv said into the receiver. After she talked for a while, she hung up the phone. "Well, it looks like we've got a little problem. That was Lissa Simon over at channel 8. She was supposed to get you tonight, but got called out of town on business. I guess the rules say I have to give you to the next person on the list." At this she reached into her desk and got out a list of names. "Hmmm...it looks like Teia Baird is next. It looks like you'll be spending the night with Teia." She reached slowly over and picked him up in her hand, closing her fingers around him until only his head was sticking up out of her closed hand. She walked up to Teia's desk where she was sitting going over some papers and set him down in front of Teia. Teia was about 5'6" tall with short auburn hair and killer eyes. Her fingernails were of medium length and darkish red. "What's this?" Teia asked. "Lissa can't take her turn tonight, so you're up. Can you take my little guy here?" she asked. "I'd sure like to, but I've got to go out of town" Teia said, leaning down to put her face in front of Timm. "How are you doing, little fella. Looking for someplace to stay?" she asked in baby talk. She then reached out and patted him on the head with her index finger, almost knocking him down. "Darn, I have to go out of town tonight too. I was counting on someone watching him for me!" Viv blurted out. "Wait a minute, I've just gotten an idea!!" She grabbed Timm up hurridly in her hand, rubbing his head with her thumb. He saw who she was walking toward, but he couldn't quite believe it. She walked right up to the secretary. "Helen, could you take my little guy tonight...I've got no one else to turn to" she said pleadingly. Timm noticed that her little man was now taped down to her desk naked. "Sure, I'm always receptive to having more playthings" she said, grinning at Timm. "Let me have him now, and I'll take good care of him." Viv lifted him up to her mouth and pressed him to her lips, coating him in lipstick. "Now don't you give Helen any trouble, or she will teach you a lesson" she said as she put some spit on her other finger and wiped the lipstick off of his face. She then brought him close up to her right eye and looked him over. Her upper eyelid was darkish brown, and her eyes were a beautiful green. She set him on the desk in front of Helen, and walked away. "I'll come get him tomorrow at work." Helen was very dignified and proper looking, with maticulous detail to her makeup, hair, and nails. She grabbed him by the collar in a pair of long red fingernails, bringing him up to her face. "Well, it looks like we'll be getting to know each other a little better. You'll soon find out what it's like to be 'the weaker sex'" she said throatilly, not even smiling. "Behave, and I'll wait until we get home to torment you." Timm was genuinely afraid by her talk, and wanted her to put him down, but she just held him there staring at him four about 30 seconds. Finally, she put him down and got up, walking towards the bathroom. "I've got to get out of here" Timm thought to himself. He looked over at her slave and he hadn't even moved a muscle. "I don't want to end up like that." He looked around, and there was only a few people left in the newsroom. He spied the phonecord, and noticed it hung down to the floor. It was one of those thin ones, so he felt he could get down on it, if only she would give him time. If he could hide until tomorrow, he could come out when Viv got to work. He would rather face Viv than the older lady. Just as he was reaching the floor, he heard the bathroom door open. He then heard the slow clicking of her heels across the linoleum floor. Desperately, he dropped the last inch to the floor and hid behind her deskleg. The clicking got louder and louder, until finally her feet came into view in a pair of red high heels. She sat down and crossed her legs. He looked up to see the bottom of her legs protruding from the chair, her feet setting about a foot from him. "I guess she forgot about me" he thought to himself. "I had better get out of here while the getting's good." Just as he was about to bolt, he heard her tapping her fingernails on the desk. "I'll give you 'til the count of one to get out here where I can see you. After that, you WILL be sorry!" she said very softly and calmly. Just then, he made his move. He ran out from under the desk for the closet door behind her. He ran for awhile, until finally he figured she started looking the wrong way. He knew she was looking, because he heard the chair move. About halfway to the door, and safety, a shadow suddenly went over him. Before he could react, a huge red high-heel came down inches in front of him. He stopped and started to run to the right. Then, all of a sudden, he was being grabbed behind the collar again and hauled up into the air. Helen closed her fist around him, squezing him tightly. He could feel the underneath of her fingernails against his back, as he lay in the stifling heat of her hand, engulfed in total darkness. She lay him down on the desk in front of her, not saying a word. The first thing she did was pull his shoes off. She held his upper body with the thumb and index finger of her left hand, and pulled his pants off with the right. She couldn't get the buttons undone, so she merely pulled them off with her fingernails. It was like tearing tissue paper to her. Then she held his legs and pulled the shirt off of his head. She was a lot rougher than Viv always was. He began to think she was going to pop his head off with her fingernail; she looked very stern and commanding. She picked him up and laid him down on his back on the upper digit of her left index finger, his head resting on her fingernail. Then she took a thin piece of tape and put it around his chest, strapping him down to her finger. She then did the same thing to his legs. He was now at her mercy, completely. He could barely breathe, but he was in no danger of suffocating. Slowly her finger went up to her face, entering her mouth. First he saw the ceiling, then he saw the underside of her nose, then her upper lip. She hesitated, then put it the rest of the way in. He saw her upper teeth go by, just before her mouth closed entirely, leaving him in complete darkness. It seemed like an eternity in her mouth. At first, it wasn't that bad, just extremely hot and wet. Then, her spit increased around him, until finally he was covered with it. He fought back trying to breath, lest he drown in her spit. She clamped down with her tongue, pushing him up against the roof of her mouth. The sucking action of her mouth threatened to take him off her finger and down her throat. Finally, when he thought he would pass out, daylight erupted and he was brought out of her mouth. "I trust this first lesson will be remembered. There are many ways I can convince you to toe the line; pray you don't learn many of them. You will learn some of them though" she said to him. He still couldn't see, since his face was covered with her spittle. Suddenly he was engulfed in a strong wind, and he held his breath. She was drying him off, he guessed. She held up her finger in front of her, so he was facing her. He felt the finger bend, then saw the tip of her thumbnail above him. "CLICK"...there was a violent shock as she flicked her fingernail off of her thumbnail. He lost his vision as his head stopped spinning, and eventulally he could hear again. He tried to remember back to what she had done to her slave while he was watching, but he couldn't think straight. When his vision cleared, she was smiling wickedly at him. Her finger was brought under the desk and up under her skirt. Suddenly, he could remember the treatment. The inside of her dress ran along his top as he was brought to her waist. He heard her rustling her panties, and then realized that they were crotchless. He heard a squishing noise behind him, and smelled her pussy releasing it's juices. Slowly her finger entered her twat, engulfing him in her juice. It was hot and musty inside her puss as she pushed her finger in and out for about 20 seconds, getting wetter all the time. Then, she pulled him out and brought him back up to the top. He was coated from head to toe in her womanly juices. A thick sticky coat covered his head, and he couldn't breathe. Darkness engulfed him as he realized he was back in her mouth, being sucked on again. This time, she went "HHMMMM" as he was in her mouth, causing him to vibrate. Daylight again, and she once again was blowing on him. "Don't make me angry again," she said coolly to him, as she continued about her work. She did a variety of things while he was taped to her finger. She appeared to have forgotten about him. Once she got out her compact and applied some lipstick to her lips, which he obtained a close-up of her nose when doing so. She periodically clicked her fingernails, causing his head to spin. He surmised from this that she hadn't forgotten about him after all. Eventually, she said bye to some of her co-workers and got ready to leave. She untaped her other little man and put him in her purse. He couldn't see where. Then she untaped his little body and placed him inside the purse also. He was put into a little pouch filled with cottonballs. The last thing he saw was her giant hand pulling her car keys out of the purse, and then total darkness. He felt the purse lifted and carried, finally coming to rest. He heard the muffled car engine, and waited for the ride to end, dreading what was in store for him when they got to her house. When the purse was opened again, he was in her house in her kitchen. She reached in and he saw her little man plucked from his pouch, then she slowly lowered her fingers to him. She grasped him around the torso and lifted him up and laid him on the table. In front of her was a rather large cage containing several little men. She opened the cage door and placed her little man inside. Then, he was lifted over also, and set down. He noticed the other little men shrink away from her hand as she reached in. "HELLO MY LITTLE MEN" she said as she brought her face up to the cage. She then went to the bedroom, where the shower was heard from within. About ten minutes went by when one of the little men climbed out of the open cage door and got onto the table. He looked terrified when he heard the bedroom door open again. "Not so fast" she said as she came up to the table and grabbed the little man. She now held him in her fist, with only his head sticking above the top of her hand. "Let me tell you a story, Timm. When my husband was normal sized, he liked to torment me. He was much stronger than me, and often hit me. When he was shrunk like all the rest of the little men, the first thing I did was squash his little body underneath my thumb. I didn't mean to, I guess I just got a little carried away with a power trip. Now, I buy little men off of the black market, since I seem to use them up quite fast. I won't damage you, though, since you're Viv's property." He noticed that the little man's face was beginning to turn purple, her powerful grip squeezing the breath from his body. She walked into her bedroom with the little man still in her hand and came back with a little spool of thread. She was holding the little man upside down from the legs between her long fingernails. The negligee she had on showed her still flat stomach and lovely legs. She was in her bare feet, and her appearance was still immaculate. She walked over to the table and set down, holding the little man out in front of her between her thumb and fingers. The other little men could see everything that was happening, being about a foot away. Timm surmised this was her way of frightening them. She began to tie the thread around the helpless slave, wrapping him about 10 times with the thread so he was totally immobilised. She held him very close to her face while doing this so she could see what she was doing. Her immense fingernails continually poked the little man, although he dared not show any sign of discomfort. She tied off the thread, bul left a long strand attached to the little man. "Some lessons are learned through humiliation" she said, looking directly at the little men in the cage. "You shouldn't try to run away from me!" At this, she slowly lifted the little man up by the string until he was above her head. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth. Slowly, ever so slowly, she lowered the little man down into her gaping mouth, until he finally disappeared from view. She closed her mouth and began moving her tongue around. This went around for about 30 seconds. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. She then grasped the string and brought him back out. The little man was drenched from head to toe in her hot spittle. She took the little man underneath the table, still wet. They couldn't tell what she was doing, but she appeared to be manipulating her underwear under the table. Suddenly, she sighed, and brought her hands back up above the table. The little man was not in her hands, though. She closed her eyes and appeared to moan softly. She reached out to the cage and put her hand in. She was blindly searching for another little man. Timm saw her fingers coming towards him, but he couldn't get out of the way. She grabbed him up roughly between her thumb and index finger and brought him out of the cage. With her other hand she lifted her nightie over her head, throwing it on the floor. She shoved him against one of her nipples and gyrated him around, almost crushing him against the rock hard nipple. She was moaning, and he could feel the vibrations of her voice through her breast. She rubbed him against her lips next, licking him with her tongue, then rubbed him all over her face. Her makeup soon covered him, and she pressed him against her eyelids. She opened her eyes and looked at him, finally catching her breath. "You've done well...almost no struggling" she said throatilly. She dropped him to the table in front of her, one of her tits inches from his face. She reached down under the table and pulled the little man up with the string. "That's what happens to bad little men" she said sternly. The little man was completely soaked in her womanly juices. He had been in her puss for almost a minute. She put him in her mouth again and licked him off. She then stuck him up sideways to her teeth and bit the string. One slight error and she would have bit the little man in half. She picked up the little man and put him back in the cage. She then leaned her face down to Timm and blew a puff of air at him. It hit Timm like a punch in the face. He fell backwards and slid to a stop on the slick tabletop. She immediately put her index finger on her right hand down on his stomach, immobilising him. Her giant red fingernail went from his crotch to the side of his head. He couldn't see what she was doing, but he heard the screech of tape being torn. Next thing, she taped him down to the table with two very thin pieces of tape. She leaned over him again, her face taking up his whole view. He couldn't see where her hands were. All of a sudden, he felt her huge fingernail on the bottom of his feet, scratching him. She wasn't doing it very hard, but it felt like she was ripping his skin off. She then rubbed the tip of her fingernail up and down his body, stopping to grasp his little dick with her thumbnail and index-fingernail. She could have sliced it off with the barest of movements, but instead she gently pulled it up and down. He got very hard and started to come. "Finally. Give me your juices!" she whispered softly. When he started to squirt, she again stuck her face down close to him. He saw her open her mouth, and begin to slowly lower it down to him. She could have fit 10 of him in it, if she wanted. Suddenly, she engulfed him. First, it got completely dark as her mouth closed over him. Then, after a few seconds, her tongue began wrapping around him, carressing him up and down. She licked him in the midsection, which just increased his output. Finally, she lifted off of him. "Well, I've had enough for today. I think it's time for bed" she said, much to his relief. "But don't think you're finished!" This made Timm cringe. He didn't know if he could take anymore from her. She got up and got a towel and put it over the cage of little men, leaving him taped down. She then put the cage up on the shelf. Timm was dreading her next move, waiting for whatever little trick she had dreamed up. She came over and took the tape off of him, lifted him up by the legs, carrying him to her bedroom hanging upside down. She carried him out in front of her, where he was about 6 inches in front of her glistening cunt. She set him down on the table next to her bed. "I don't think you'll move, will you?" she asked him, as if she needed to. She opened the drawer to the table and pulled out a little leather harness, which had a very long string attached to it. She picked him up and put the harness on him, which had straps in the back. She got out a little remote control and pushed a little lever down, at which Timm heard a whirring close to the ceiling. He looked up and saw a little hook descending on a piece of wire. When she could reach it, she put the end of the string on the harness and laid him on the bed. She then pushed a button and he was slowly lifted up off the bed into the air, getting a view of her huge body as he went up. When he was up to about her chest, she stopped him. She then laid down in bed with the covers off. Timm was suspended about 2' above her throat, and she was looking up at him. She pressed a button and he slowly lowered down to her. She pulled him close to her face and said "Now I can have you at the touch of a button." She pressed him to her lips and let some spit dribble out of her mouth, wetting his body. She blew on him for a moment and then began rubbing him over her face. Her skin was very smooth, and smelled like some sort of night cream. She set him between her bosom and laid back, lifting him up and pressing him to her nipples periodically. Eventually, she got tired and raised him up to about 6" above her face. She stared at him for awhile, until she eventually fell asleep. Her breath would hit him when she would exhale, and he would gently sway back and forth. Periodically, she would lick her lips, making her tongue come very near to his feet. Finally, Timm fell asleep, being gently rocked back and forth by her breath. When he woke up, he noticed that it was completely dark, and he couldn't breath. It was also incredibely hot and wet. He was being squeezed on all sides periodically, almost spasmodically. Abruptly he was drenched in light, and when he gained his senses he was between her legs. "When I tell you to wake up, I mean it!" she said. She then disappeared into the bathroom, taking a shower. She got dressed, unhooked him, and taped him to her finger again. She then went to the kitchen and made herself something to eat. When she would raise her toast to her mouth, her sound of biting it was deafaning to Timm, and he trembled in fear. He couldn't see her face unless she turned her finger around to her face. Once or twice she would pull a little chewed up food out of her mouth in her fingernails and make him eat it. She clicked her fingernails a couple of times, just to remind him of her complete dominance. When she put her makeup on, he would get a very close view of this. Especially when she put her eye makeup on. He would get close enough to reach out and touch her eye, if he could have moved his arms. When she was finished, she pressed his head to the tips of her lips, coating him in the slick lipstick, matting his hair down. Of course, this gave her an excuse to stick him back in her mouth. She then drove to work, continually clicking her fingernails, giving him jolts. When they got to work, Viv was waiting on them, looking anxious. "Did he give you any trouble?" she asked, taking him in her hand and giving him a very long kiss. "No, they NEVER give me trouble, at least more than once. Anyway, if he didn't like the treatment I gave him, wait until Lissa gets her hands on him" she chuckled. Timm didn't like the sound of that at all. Viv carried him back to her desk in her hand, stroking him gently her index finger. She set him down on her desk and started to work. Later, the phone rang..."Hello Lissa, I've been waiting for you to call! I guess it's your turn tonight." Lissa arrived later that day to get Timm. She was about 5'6" tall, with medium length black hair, large red lips, dark eyes, and medium length red fingernails. She stared at Timm coldly as she walked up to the desk. "He's been acting up lately so do whatever you can to calm him down," Viv said, as she picked him up between her fingernails and held him up to Lissa. "Oh, I can cure him of being a troublemaker, alright!" she said, as she took him from Viv. She grabbed him roughly in her fist, squeezing her hand shut on him. Timm began to gasp for air, being crushed in her iron grip. She then walked out to her car, keeping Timm in her hand. When she got in her car, she opened her hand up and began opening a small cage in the passengers seat. In the cage was another little man. He were all three wrapped up with tape, laying on their backs. She took out a small piece of tape from her purse and wrapped Timm in it. She then put him in the cage and began driving. When she got home, she carried the cage into the house, hanging it on a hook from a string. They were about chest high to her. "You are lucky tonight, my little playthings, I'm going to do my nails tonight." At this, the other little man looked terrified. Timm could only imagine what this would entail. She came back out carrying a tub of nail tools. She sat down at the table and opened up the cage. She reached her huge hand in and grabbed the other little man. She then lifted him up to her mouth and appeared to bite him, but she was only biting the tape off of him. She set him down and then began reaching for Timm. Slowly her huge hand approached, her nails leading the way. She caught him in her hand and lifted him up out of the cage. She put him to her mouth and shoved him up against her teeth. They were very smooth and slick. He felt an enormous pressure at his middle and the tape broke away. She then set him down on the table also. "Don't move or you'll be sorry!" she said sternly. Timm had learned his lesson about running with the secretary. She reached in the tub and pulled out a clear liquid and some cotton balls. She began applying the liquid to her nails, about 6" away from the frightened little men. From the smell, Timm could tell it was fingernail polish remover. When she wasn't looking, the other little man made a break for it. He ran over to the edge of the table and started crawling down a shirt that was draped on the edge. Lissa, having cleaned all of the old polish off her nails, was putting the remover up and getting something else. When she turned back around, she noticed the little man was gone. "Alright, who wants to ... Where are you?" she screamed. She looked furious. She shoved the chair back and got down on the floor. She spotted the little man trying to run away across the floor. She pounced on him, furiously grabbing him up in her hand. "RUN AWAY FROM ME, WILL YOU?" she said between clenched teeth, holding the little man in front of her face. "I have something special planned for you, and as for your friend, I'll make sure he doesn't get away either!" First she put the other little man on some sort of handle, where he was laying on his stomach. The device had a handle where she could hold it. She set him aside for a moment. She then picked up Timm, roughly, and laid him down on an emery board. She then put a piece of tape around it to hold him down. She picked up the emery board and began filing her nails. The sound was deafening to Timm, the constant scratching back and forth. Her hand was holding the board at his feet and her nails were coming close to his head when she would scratch them. The constant motion back and forth was making him dizzy. After about 15 minutes of this, she finally took him off the board. She placed him on the table in front of her and then reached into the bucket, pulling out a battle of fingernail polish. She placed her hand down in front of Timm, where he was looking at her hand. "Stand up and watch me polish my nails. You can tell me if I get any streaks. You might as well blow on them while you're at it." He stood up and got in front of her nails, where he was about chest high to them. She ran the polish on her index finger in front of Timm, using the little brush from the bottle. The dark red liquid spread out evenly, coating her nails in it's color. Her face was very close to him, as she examined her work. "Well, blow on them. Don't just stand there!" she boomed. Timm took a deep breath and blew. He knew it wouldn't make a difference. His lungs were just too small. After finishing all her nails, she let them dry. Finally, she picked up the other little man and held him up to her. She licked the little man's back, wetting him. Timm couldn't tell what she was going to do. Suddenly, she rubbed the little man across her fingernails, holding him with the other hand. Then, Timm realized what she was going to do. She was going to use the little man as a buffing pad for her nails. Horrified, Timm watched as she rubbed him across again. Then she started doing it faster and faster. He could hear the little man screaming as his burning back rubbed her nails. She stopped and licked the little man's back once again. Timm could see that it was red. She started out again with the little man, and once again the screaming started. Finally, she set him down and took him off the board. "Well, I think this one has had enough," she said. Timm was glad she wouldn't hurt him anymore. She set the little man down next to him roughly. Horrified, he watched as her fingers slowly came towards him. Surely she wouldn't do anything to him, he hadn't tried to run away. Her fingers roughly picked him up, bringing him over to the device. She strapped him in the thing, holding him body completely immobilised. Slowly he was raised up. Suddenly, he felt her hot breath on his back, then felt her tongue slide down his back. Her hot saliva slid down his sides. Now, he waited for the inevitible. Then, it started. First, he felt his back slide across her nails. It felt real slick, not hurting at all. He could feel each individual nail as he slid across them. Then, she did it again. Slowly, she sped up, whisking him across the nails faster and faster. The violent motion jarred his brain, making him dizzy. Then, he felt the burn start. Each subsequent pass made his back hotter and hotter. He stifled a scream as his back began to turn red. Then, he screamed. This only seemed to make her push down harder. She seemed to enjoy the screams the most. Then she abruptly stopped. Relief was all Timm could think about, grateful that it was over. Then, he felt her tongue on his burnt back all over again. The hot spit hurt intensely. It then started all over again, she was actually buffing her nails with his body. Eventually, he passed out. Lissa reached down and grabbed the tape, pulling it and Timm off the floor of the bathtub. She then stuck the tape on her index finger, with Timm on the nail. She walked into the kitchen and went to the refrigerator. When she opened it, he saw a horrible site. On a white cake, tied with thread, were several little men, stuck feet first into the cake. Many of them were blue and shivering. She grabbed the cake out of the refrigerator and set it on the table. Detaching him from the tape, she tied him up with the thread, making his body immoble. She picked him up and put him down into an empty space in the cake, making him another ornament. The cake was freezing, and he began to get cold. "You all look good enough to eat!" was all she said as she picked up the cake again. Her huge tits were right above Timm's head, and he wished for once he could be pressed up against the warmth of them. That was his last thought as she put the cake back in the fridge and shut the door, locking them in freezing darkness. The little men waited for what seemed an eternity for her to come back. Finally, the door opened to a searing white light and sounds of womens voices and music. Lissa was dressed up and had on her makeup.Still a little groggy, the little men heard oohs and aahs as they were carried on the cake into the living room, where some dressed up women were. The women all crowded around the table with the cake, some putting their fingers down into the frosting next to the little men, tasting it's sweetness. Lissa then cut the cake into squares around the little men. "Bring your plates, ladies, and come get your dessert!" she shouted, to the gleeful sounds of the excited ladies. Lissa began scooping up the pieces of cake and putting them on the women's plates. When it came Timm's turn, he was lifted up and put on a plate. He couldn't see whose he was, but he felt her hot breath on his bare back as she looked him over. He spotted a huge silver fingernail coming his way as it dove into the frosting next to his legs. It came back up with a load of frosting in its curved underside, and he heard it enter the woman's mouth as she sucked the finger dry. Then the whole hand came into view in front of him, reaching for the cake. It latched onto the cake and lifted it up to head level. Timm felt the cake sink in at his back as the giant mouth he couldn't see bit into it. He felt the hot breath of the woman, and then she clamped her mouth down on it, centimeters from his back. Her nose came down over his head, and he found himself inside her nostril. The cake went down to the plate again. This time, as the hand lifted the cake up, it turned around so he could see her face. It was Robin North, and she was lifting him to her mouth. She had on a lot of makeup, and her lips were very red. She had on creamy brown eye shadow. She looked down at him as she raised up the cake to her mouth. Timm could see her lips part and her teeth prepare to take in the cake. Her teeth were very white. Slowly her mouth got closer, bringing him into the gaping hole. She stuck the cake in her mouth and bit down. Her teeth came together right in front of Timm, and her upper lip went down the front of him, smearing him with lipstick. When she had eaten all around him, she held him between her thumb and forefinger and sucked the cake off of his lower body. He felt her tongue probing his legs and groin area, giving him a rush to his prick. He was barely sticking out of her lips. He looked up and saw her upper lip, all glistening with lipstick. On his sides he saw her clearly polished fingernails, which were medium length. She pulled him out of her mouth, sucking all the way, and held him up to her face. Her eyes were done in eyeliner. She stuck him up against her lips and gave him a long kiss. "Okay, girls...put your 'candles' back on the cake dish," Lissa said, and the women put them back down in a heap. Timm laid there immoble with lipstick coating him. Lissa came over and put them back in the refrigerator. After what seemed an eternity, Lissa got them back out. She began sticking each one in her mouth and drinking some water, rinsing them off. Timm was picked up, put in her mouth. He felt her tongue slowly probing him, then he was deluged with water. He was jostled violently against her teeth, the extracted. She then began tearing the thread off each one of them. One of the little men was new, and didn't know about how strict she was. When she went to bite off his thread, he spit in her face. Timm watched in horror. The spit wasn't even enough for her to feel, but the intent was evident. Slowly, calmly, she bit off the thread. She put the little man down on the table in front of her and grasped each tiny hand between her thumb and forefinger. Slowly, she pulled. Timm heard some tearing sounds, and the little man let out a blood-curdling scream. With even the sligtest of efforts, she ripped one of his arms off. It dangled in her fingers. She dropped it on a plate and grasped him by the middle, still holding his other hand. Once again she pulled, and the other arm came away effortlessly. The little mans screams continued. Still holding him by the middle, she took one of his feet and laid it in her fingernail. She pressed her thumbnail down on the joint, until finally it penetrated the bone and skin. She repeated the the process on the other foot. The little man, now in shock, had stopped screaming. Lissa picked up the bloody heap and laid him on the floor. She lifted her high heel and came down on his body with her weight. "SCRUNCH". It was over. "Let this be a lesson to all of you. I am boss here!" she said coolly. All the little men quivered. After taking the other little men back to her neighbors, she came back to Timm. "Well, since I had to give my little man to my neighbor, I may have to ask Viv if I can have you," she said. Timm began imagining the nightly torture he would have to endure as her slave. Surely Viv wouldn't give him away. "I am going to have to be sure that nothing happens to you." She carried him into her bedroom hanging upside down in her fingers. She laid him down on the pillow on the bed and taped him down. He was laying on his back, naked, taped to her pillow. She left the room, turning out the light. Later, he was awakened by a jostling. Not knowing where he was, he glanced over to his left. There was Lissa's giant face with eyes closed. He assumed she just went to sleep. He was about 6" from her mouth, and her breath hit him at regular intervals, making him hot. Eventually, he fell asleep again. He awakened again some time later with a crushing feeling on his chest. He opened his eyes and saw her giant lips above him. She was kissing him. Her hot saliva coated him as she pressed him inside her mouth, probing him with her tongue. Did she know what she was doing? Timm guessed that she did. He assumed she got lonely, too. She began breathing heavily as she him and pulled him off the pillow. She rubbed him all over her face. She took him under the covers and put him up against her nipple. She then jammed him inside her cunt, barely keeping hold of him as she probed herself in and out with her tiny body. When he woke up that morning, she was already up and ready to go. He was coated in her juice, dry now. She taped him to her finger and left, taking him back to channel 6. She never even acknowledged him. When she got there, she found out that Viv wouldn't be in today, so she left him with Helen. Even Helen was a welcome change from Lissa. He would never complain about his mistress again. It just so happened that Helen was doing her nails also. Lissa set Timm down in front of her and left, leaving Helen to look after him. "Well, here you are again. Viv won't be back until tomorrow, so I guess you're all mine to play with for awhile. Don't think I've forgotten about you running away last time. I have a way of correcting that!" she said smugly. She appeared to have her left hand done, with her nails still wet with the purplish red polish. She did all but her index finger on her right hand, all the time having Timm taped down to the desk naked. She put a triple coat of polish on her nail and put the polish down. She untaped Timm and laid him down on top of the polish. He felt the polish, cold and slick on his back. "Don't even breathe," she said softly. She blew on the nail and Timm. After about 30 seconds, she quit blowing. Timm tried to move, but anywhere his body touched the polish, he was pasted down. She tried to pick him off the nail with her other hand, but he was stuck hard. "That ought to keep you out of trouble!" she said happily. She then went about her work, with Timm stuck to the top of her nail. Most of the time she didn't pay any attention to him, not caring if he was uncomfortable or not. Every once in a while she would hold him up to her face and look at him. After about an hour, she started to fondle his tiny little dick with her third finger of the same hand. She would rub the huge tip of her nail on it, eventually causing it to get rock hard. She would then put him between her legs and finger herself. Timm was afraid he would come off in her cunt, where he would probably have to stay until she douched again. Eventually, at the end of the day, she got out her nail tools and took him off her nail. She picked him up and put him in her purse, in the same pouch he had been in earlier. Eventually, the purse opened back up and she picked him back out. "Here you are, Ula," she said. A large hand with long silver fingernails picked him up and hoisted him up to a pair of huge glistening red lips. Ula Svenson worked at Channel 8, was about 6' 2" and was very blond. As most of the women do with little men, she pressed him up against her lips. Timm was buried in their wet softness. Immediately after smothering him in her lipstick and spittle, Ula stuck him down her shirt and stretched the elastic on her bra open. Her enormous breast loomed in front of Timm. Her fingernail and thumbnail spread apart, dropping him down into the bra. He landed in the bottom of the bra, about even with the huge nipple. She then released the fabric, trapping Timm within the bra. His face was lodged up against the underside of her nipple. She then began to walk, rubbing his face against the nipple. She moaned softly as his touch on her nipple aroused her. Her breast bobbed up and down with her breathing, and when she talked, Timm vibrated at the noise coming through her chest. It grew incredibly hot as her skin smothered him. Eventually, he fell asleep. When he awoke, he was laying on her desk nude. She didn't appear to be around, so he stood up and looked around. Thinking he could finally escape, he ran to the edge of her desk and looked down. Seeing no way to get off the desk, he walked over to the center of the desk. It appeared she was getting ready to put on her makeup. Then, he heard her voice. "I need to get my copy, Tina." Timm panicked. It wasn't wise to try to run away from someone 1000 times bigger than you. He ran into the nearest hole he could find. When he got inside, he discovered what it was... a tube of lipstick. He pressed himself against the sticky object inside the tube. He saw her hand through the hole grab a stack of papers. Then, another voice came to him. "Ula, can I borrow some lipstick?" the voice said. "Sure, in fact, you can have this tube. I get them free from my cosmetics dealer." He saw her huge fingernails coming over to the tube, and suddenly it lurched into the air. The light disappeared as the top went on the lipstick. Once again it began to grow uncomfortabely hot in the tube, and he found himself stuck to the end of the lipstick. After a couple of hours, light flashed in on him. He was spun around as someone was getting ready to put on some of the lipstick. When he stopped spinning, he was out in the air on the end of about 1" of lipstick. He looked up and saw a pair of huge eyes staring at him, amazed. "Oh, who are you? Aren't you my "candle"? I've been thinking about you for so long," she said. Slowly, her huge silver fingernails reached down for him. She grabbed him by the mid-section and lifted him off of the stick. She then proceeded to bring him right up to her huge right eye. Her huge brown eyes looked at him lustily, and she squeezed just a little harder. He knew he was in for another workout. She carried him to her desk and laid him down on the table. "Maybe I ought to go tell Ula that I have you. On the other hand, I could keep you for myself...I haven't had a little man for so long," she said. She held him down with her finger as she opened up her desk drawer. She didn't push down very hard, but it was still enough to keep him from breathing. She brought out a tiny little cage, about an inch square. Picking him up, she put him in the cage and let it snap shut. "That ought to keep you safe until I can get back. Don't go away now," she laughed cruelly, as if he could go anywhere. Slowly she receded in his view. Occasionally, women would walk by the desk, not even noticing the insignificant little man on the desk. She came back after about 15 minutes, picking up the little cage in her huge fingernails. She grasped the cage door and swung it open, her huge silvery nails roughly jamming him up against the back of the cage. Picking him out of the cage, she again put him down on the desk. Looking confused for a moment, she got up abruptly and walked toward the bathroom. Timm, seeing his chance for another escape, ran over the the desk edge. Slowly he slid down the phonecord, until he was on the floor. Now, where could he run to. He had to act fast, because he couldn't get very far too quickly. He began to run for the next desk, being unoccupied. About a foot from the desk, he heard the bathroom door open. Stuck out in the open, he laid down and curled up in a little ball, trying to make himself as small as possible...not too hard in his position. "Uh oh, trying to run away, huh? You should have known you couldn't have gotten very far!" she exclaimed as she towered over him. "Now you're forcing me to be a little more strict with you!" she sighed. Looking up, she stretched as far up as he could see, her huge feet about an inch from him. Her toes were about as twice as tall as him, protruding from her open-ended shoes. She bent over and grasped him by the feet, lifting him off of the ground. Again, she laid him out on the desk, holding him down with her finger. He struggled to move, but she held him down like he was nothing. She opened up the cage door again and pushed him back in, shutting the door. "I won't have you running off on me again," she said, as she held the cage up to her eye, long silver fingernails grasping the little eyehole on top of the cage. Her eyelid was brown with eyeshadow, her lashes long and black. She then brought him down to her huge lips, glistening with freshly applied red lipstick. She brought the little cage closer to her mouth, and the lips parted. She darted her tongue out, pushing it between the bars of the cage. It shoved him up against the back of the cage, coating him in her saliva. She drew him back and smiled at him, her huge white teeth glistening. "I can't wait to get you home where I can play with you properly." She fastened a clip to the top of the cage, and then snapped it onto the chain around her neck, letting him dangle on top of her breasts. She leaned back in her chain, and he was raised and lowered with the rhythm of her breathing. Occasionally, she would grab the cage absent-mindedly, twirling him carelessly. After about 3 hours, she took off the chain and took him back out of the cage. "It's time for us to go home to play," she grinned at him, holding him in the edge of her fingernail. Taking out some tape, she fastened him to the end of her right index finger, his head resting against her nail. She looked at him constantly on the trip home, licking her lips and sometimes even him. When she went into the house, the first thing she did was take him off of her finger and put him down on the kitchen table, taped of course. After about 15 minutes, she finally came back out from her bedroom. She picked him off of the table and carefully took the tape off of him, plopping down in a big chair. She held him in her hand and stroked him with the fingernail of her index finger, scratching his side very hard with the edge. She took off of her shirt and held him up to her huge breast, grasping him between her fingers. She began rubbing him on her huge nipple, moaning softly. She lifted him up to her face and rubbed him all over her face, getting her sweet-smelling makeup all over him. She pressed him against her eyelid, coating him in brown eyeshadow. She then put him up to her glistening lips, coating him in red lipstick. His mouth was full of the stuff by the time she pulled him away. She then slapped him with her tongue, licking him from head to toe, cleaning off all of the makeup. When she was done, she held him upside down from the feet in front of her mouth and blew on him until he was dry. "Well, I've got an early day tomorrow, so I had better get to bed," she yawned. "I've got a surprise to fix also!" Fearing what this meant, she carried him into the bedroom and laid him down on the nightstand next to her bed. Putting him back in the cage, she laid it on the edge of the nightstand, facing her. She laid down and turned on her side, where she was facing the nightstand. Timm estimated he was about 6 inches from her face. She stared at him intently for awhile until Timm fell asleep, her hot breath hitting him every few seconds. In the morning, he woke up to discover she had already gotten ready for work. She came in and picked up the cage. "It's time for you to get ready for the surprise!" she exclaimed. The first thing she did was tie him up with thread so he couldn't move...this wasn't easy with her long fingernails. They continually hit him and knocked him around. "You're gonna make a certain woman very happy." She took him up and stuck him feet-first into a piece of chocolate cake, his little white body looking like a bizarre candle. She then picked up the piece of cake and placed it in a little box and shut the lid. He felt the box being lifted up, although he couldn't see anything in the total darkness of the closed box. Eventually, he fell asleep. When he awakened, he was freezing cold. He assumed he had been placed in a refrigerator again. He was totally at whoever's mercy had placed him in the icebox. He waited and waited, and eventually he felt the box lifted up and being carried. After it was set down, the lid came up abruptly. Blinking his eyes to get adjusted to the light, he saw Robin reaching down for the cake. Picking it up, she placed it on a plate and set it down on a desk. She then put a piece of paper down in front of the plate that said "Happy Birthday". After this, a napkin was draped over the cake, resting on the top of his head. He heard someone approach the desk and pick up the piece of paper. Then, the napkin was lifted...he couldn't see who it was because he was facing the wrong way, tied helplessly naked on this little piece of cake. "Well, well, well...what have we here," he heard as he was lifted and turned at the same time. When he finally was turned all the way around, he found himself staring into the huge eye of Tammy Morris. He gasped in terror as much as in fright. "Should I eat you with the cake, or save you for later?" She set him down on the desk and put him facing towards her. She reached into her desk and came out with a fork. She stabbed the fork down in front of him and proceeded to eat the cake from around him, forcing him to look up at her huge mouth and the monstrous mouthfulls she was eating, being more than enough to eat a hundred of him at once. Slowly, she brought the fork closer to the small sliver of cake that he was perched on. The fork stabbed the sliver below him and he was slowly lifted up towards her mouth. Her glistening red lips became bigger and bigger, and her mouth opened wide. Slowly, he entered her mouth, head first. He slid past her incredibly huge white teeth and landed face down on her tongue. He was coated in a mixture of her saliva and chocolate cake. He was shoved around by the wet tongue until a breath of fresh air hit his face. He struggled to regain his senses, and awakened to Tammy's huge tongue licking him clean. She was holding him by the feet upside down with long red fingernails. She held him upside down close to her eye. She laid him down on the desk and took off her earring. It was a small hoop, and she took him and tied the thread to both sides of the hoop, where he dangled in the middle of the ring. She then put the earring back on, saying "This way you'll be close to me all day. We're going to get to know each other a lot better in the next couple of days." He shook violently every time she moved her head. He could do nothing but take whatever she dished out...he knew she wouldn't mess around with him. He had heard some of the other giant women talking about her, about how she was probably even more strict than Lissa was, if that was possible. So, for the next couple of hours, he was left dangling from her earlobe, breathing in the scent from her perfume and hairspray. He could look down the curve of her face past her cheek, and see her incredibly huge eyelashes. Eventually, she reached up and plucked the earring off of her ear. Her huge red nails untied the string holding him to the earring, and she picked him up between her thumbnail and fingernail and laid him down on the desk in front of her. She brought her face very close to his, her huge eye about an inch from him, making her thick black lashes come very close to him. Her upper eyelid was a creamy dark brown. Lifting her head back up, she loomed over him like a mountain. She decided to go get some coffee, leaving him lying of the desk naked. For a moment, he thought about getting up and trying to get off the desk, but he thought better of it after he thought of the stories of her cruelness to little men that had made her angry. From what he had heard, physical pain was more for her excitement than for their punishment. Often, she "dared" her little men to do something wrong. So, he laid there waiting for her to get back. In a little while, he saw a dark shadow come over the desk. Figuring she was back, he closed his eyes and tried to act like he was asleep. He heard someone sit down and begin to write. When he opened his eyes, he noticed it was Laura Cavanaugh. She was writing Tammy a note when she spotted Timm lying on the desk. "Oh, what a cute little man, all ready for someone to play with," she cooed, picking him up. Her red nails holding him up by the mid-section. When she lifted him up, the note flew off of the desk, landing on the floor by her feet. Bending over, with him still in her fingers, she started to pick up the note. Setting him down next to her feet for a moment, she lifted the note up to the desk. She started to bend down to get him, but the phone rang. He sat next to her huge high heel, waiting for her to bring him back up to the desk. But when she was done talking, she simply got up and walked away hurriedly. "Damn!" Timm thought, "she's gonna get me killed." Trying to think what to do, dreading the thought of what Tammy would do to him, he started running away from the desk. He hadn't gotten very far when he was suddenly confronted with two large red high-heels right in front of him. He slowly looked up at the mountain of woman in front of him. He finally got to Tammy's huge face, smiling wickedly at him. She bent over and picked him up roughly by the feet. "So, you would like to run away, hmm?" she said loudly. Dangling from her fingers, she sat down at her chair. The first thing she did was put him up to her lips. He felt himself being pushed in feet first into her mouth, his stomach sliding on her slick glossy lips. When his face came about even with the edge of her lower lip, she turned him over onto his back, so that he could see the curved surface of her upper lip. She closed her mouth, so that the huge upper lip came down and mashed up against his face. The lipstick from her lips coated his body, and he felt his feet against her gargantuan teeth. She held him between her lips for an eternity. He could feel the lipstick entering his mouth as he gasped for air. He flailed his little arms but she ignored his feeble strugglings. Soon, she felt his little body go limp. Extracting him from her mouth, she laid him down on the desk in front of her. She had never gotten used to looking at her plaything's little bodies. All she had to do was press down with a fraction of her strength behind her thumb and it would be all over for them. She picked up his little body and put him in her purse. She promptly picked up the purse and headed out the door. When he had awakened, he was enveloped in blackness. He felt movement, but couldn't tell where he was. Slowly, he remembered back to just before his blackout. Tammy's huge lips slowly crushing the life out of him. He rubbed at his skin, trying to remove some of the lipstick. It was no use, the stuff never came off unless the giant women wanted it off. He supposed he would have to wait for a bath of some kind. He felt an abrupt jolt and realized he was being carried in her purse. It was humiliating being carried around in her purse like just another object. Soon, the movement stopped. Suddenly, the purse opened and he was grabbed roughly by her huge fingers. She lifted him up to her face so she could see how he was. She smirked at the lipstick covering his little body. "I guess I'll need to clean you up before the 'EVENT' tonight," she said. Timm cringed at the sound of that. When these giant women had events, it usually centered around little men. She lowered her hand to in front of her mouth and let her tongue slide from between her huge lips. Timm watched as the giant tongue came towards him. It mashed him down against her hand as she pressed it up against his body, removing the lipstick. She used her tongue to roll him over, this time licking his back. Her huge tongue dove between his buttcheeks for good measure. He heard soft humming noises coming from her chest as she continued to lick much longer than needed. She stopped and laid him on the table, allowing him to dry off. He didn't know which was worse, being coated with all that sticky lipstick, and coated in the giant women's drying spittle. "Jiamin, could you come in here?" she said loudly, beginning to take her clothes off. "Yes, Miss Morris?" he heard a soft voice say in a halting oriental accent. "I've got another one to get ready. Work on him while I take a bath," she ordered. "Yes miss," Jiamin said obediently. Timm saw her come into view. She was tall and slender, with gorgeous black eyes and luscious full lips. Her hair was long and curly. She eyed him as she approached, smiling at him with a perfect set of white teeth. She gently picked him up and carried him into a little room next to the bathroom. She clicked on the light and set him down on a little table in the center of the room. There was a little machine there which looked rather ominous. She went over to a shelf and picked up a jar of some clear material, coming back to sit on a stool in front of him. He gazed up at her huge features, encompassing his entire field of vision. She gazed down at him adoringly, making him yearn for his old mistress, Vivian. "What's gonna happen to me?" he asked meekly. "Ah, some of Miss Tammy's friends and customers are coming over tonight for some fun and games," she replied in her halting English, her breath spilling over his body. "You will be much sought after, so I must prepare you extra special!" she smiled. She opened the jar and stuck two of her fingers in, bringing out a small amount of some sort of gel. She began coating his body with the stuff, gently caressing and fondling him. She dabbed it between his legs with one long silvery nail, being very careful not to hurt him. "There you go, small one. Let me take care of you for a while," she said sweetly and softly. She picked up his slick little body and placed him in a small opening in the machine. He was put in some sort of small hole shaped roughly like a human body, albeit a small one. She placed one huge nail on his midsection as if to hold him down. She pressed a button and he felt a hot liquid pouring around his body. Alarmed, he began to squirm, trying in vain to move under her gargantuan nail. "Be still, small one. This will not hurt you," she whispered, soothing him. The fluid surrounded his body, kept away from his head by a small gasket. In a few moments, when the liquid had almost covered him, she lifted her nail from his chest. He started to rise but the heavy stuff kept him immoble as it began to thicken. She placed a small cup over his head, blocking all light from his eyes. He felt a small amount of pressure surrounding his body, then heard a small hiss as some strange aroma entered the cup. He realized something was wrong when he couldn't keep his eyes open.... He grogilly shook his head, trying to open his eyes. He let them pop open once, ignoring the pain in his skull. He blinked a couple of times and tried to stretch. He was totally immobilized. He looked down at his body. Hmmm, nothing seemed amiss. Wait, then he saw it. A clear coating of some sort surrounded his body. He began to feel it's coolness surrounding him, encasing him from neck to toe. He began to suspect that it was some sort of plastic. That must have been what Jiamin had been doing. He suddenly realized that he was somehow standing up. He glanced down and behind him to see the stick sticking out of the plastic (or was it rubber?) and into a piece of styrafoam. Then he glanced to the sides, astonished at seeing the other little men in the same predicament. They were on a shelf in the little room, stuck into a long piece of the foam. He examined the other little men, seeing the coating of clear material over their bodies. "Hey, what is this stuff?" he asked the little man to his right. "You must be new, huh? It's just a little "wrapping" that the giant women have to tear through to get at us. It's kind of rubbery, but easy to tear. Whoever buys us get's to undo us. Get the picture?" he said grimly. "Buy? We're to be sold?" Timm asked. "You got it. You better hope you get a nice one. This is all under the table, ya know," the little man replied grimly. Just then, the door opened and in walked Tammy. She was decked out in a red dress that didn't leave a lot to the imagination. She came over to the little men, giving them a quick inspection. "Well, are my little pets all ready for the big moment?" she said, much a statement as a question. At this she picked up the foam and carried them into the next room. There, to his amazement, was a collection of ladies similarly clad as Tammy. He heard a few oohs and ahs as she carried them in, placing them on the table in front of the women. There were eight women, some young, some older, but all very regal. The eight little men all shuddered at once, seeing the eager women. "Ladies, you know how it works. You all picked your numbers, so whoever drew number one gets to go first. Let's see, Tracy, I believe you were first; come choose," she announced. A rather tall woman approached the table, looming over the little men. Timm glanced up at her smiling face. She was licking her lips, done up in a shiny purple lipstick. She brought her face down to the little men, studying them very closely. She moved her face down the line, trying to determine which little man would be hers. She stopped in front of Timm, letting him get a full view of her face. She was definitely one of the older women there, probably about forty five. She was still fairly beautiful, though. Her brown hair framed her face, her dark green eyes sparkling as she regarded him. She brought a finger up to touch him, bringing it up to his uncovered face. The nail was incredibly long, and done in a french manicure. The tip was pure white, down to the finger, where it then went to a flesh coloring. The thickness of the nail told him it was probably porcelain. The nail touched him under the chin, slowly drawing his head up. She picked him up out of the foam, lifting him up to her face. She held the stick between two fingers and inspected him, liking what she saw. "I'll take him," she said excitedly, smiling down at her little prize. Timm couldn't help but remember the little man's comment about hoping you got a good one. She twirled the stick in her fingers, giggling as the other women began inspecting the rest of the little men. She took the stick out of the rubber and held his little body between two large nails. She walked to the door as Tammy brought her purse to her. "I hope you enjoy, Tracy. Remember, he's yours for 48 hours, then he's all mine again. There's an extra $5000 charge if he's damaged," she said sternly. "Don't worry, IOm gonna take good care of my little man," she cooed, placing him in her purse. The last thing Timm saw was her smiling face as she snapped the purse shut with a deafening click. ---- Timm rode in her purse for what seemed an eternity. His mind raced as he tried to prepare himself for whatever his giant owner would dream up for him. He could feel the car humming underneath him, speeding on it's way to the lady's house. He was surprised by the sudden snap of the purse opening. He looked up as two giant fingernails were coming down into the purse. Looking up past the fingers, he could see the giant woman staring out at the road. The enormous nails came down and thudded into the bottom of the purse next to him. They moved away from him, searching for their little prize: his body. The giant woman pulled up to a red light and picked up the purse. She brought the purse up to her enormous face and peered in. Timm cowered behind her compact. "There you are! You mustn't hide from me like that," she scolded. She grabbed him roughly between her nails and lifted him out of his little hiding place. She set him on her lap as she put the purse down and pulled out as the light turned green. He lay in her lap looking up at the woman's face. She brought her huge nail over to him and absently stroked his head, the only part of him that was actually sticking out of the rubber mold. Each time she stroked his head with the edge of her nail, his head would bend to the side at an uncomfortable angle. One small burst of strength and it would be all over for him. These kind of realizations tend to keep the little men in line. Eventually, she reached her home and carried him into her house. The house would probably be correctly called a mansion. A young Latin-American woman met her at the door and took her purse and coat. She gazed at the little man in her employers grasp, taking a rather unsettling look at him. "Rosita, I'll be in my bedroom. Please make sure I'm not disturbed," she commanded rather haughtily. "Yes m'am," Rosita replied in halting English. Tracy carried him up to her bedroom and set him down on her dresser, which she sat down in front of. She took one huge nail and plunged it into the mold around his little body, easily tearing it away. The nail scratched at his body, ripping away the obstruction to it's prize. She proceeded to clear away every piece of the rubber, until his naked body was free to her touch. She picked him up by his little arms between two huge nails and placed him in the curved under-surface of the nail on the index finger of her right hand. He easily fit into the huge nail, and his feet slid down the slippery surface until they were lodged underneath the nail next to the skin. "There you are. You should be easier to see now," she said, smiling as she lifted her finger up to her face. He cowered back against the nail as she brought it to her right eye, giving him the once over. "Now give me a kiss." She puckered up her huge lips and brought her finger up to her upper lip. Timm looked out at the huge, glossy surface. He leaned forward and put his mouth up against it, getting a mouthful of her lipstick. She brought her nail back out, giggling as she saw his little purple face. She reached into a drawer on the dresser with one hand and brought a little clear piece of plastic up and put in over the underside of the nail. The piece fit perfectly over the nail with a snap; she had obviously had it prepared specially for her nail. So there he was, trapped between the underside of her nail and the clear piece of plastic. He could move a little, but not much. "See, you should be safe in there. Now I can carry you around without having to worry about you. Plus, my nail still looks normal, which is very important to me. Now you try to take a nap, honey. I'm going to take a bath. Don't worry, the plastic is made to be permeable to oxygen; you won't suffocate," she said, standing up and dropping her hand to her side. He was swung around constantly while she went about her buisness. She began to take her clothes off, occasionally pausing to admire her still firm body in the mirror. Her skin had the look of porcelain, her breasts just starting to show the effects of age and gravity. She walked to the bathroom, swinging her hand back and forth, giving Timm momentary glimpses of her bush. Sitting on the edge of the tub, she ran some water, sticking her hand under the water occasionally. The hot water began to heat up his little cave, and he eventually became drenched in sweat. He turned his body around so that he wasn't upside down. There were small dirt particles under the nail next to the skin. He reached up to grab one just as she gripped the spigot to turn off the water. He felt his hand almost crushed between the skin and nail, yanking it out painfully. That was definitely the last time he would do that. Tracy slowly lowered herself into the tub, easing herself down into the pleasurable warmth. She draped her arms over the edges of the tub, giving Timm a view of the side. At least it started to cool off. He turned back around so that his head was at the tip of the nail, not wanting to get his head pinched like his hand did. The sweat on his body slid quite easily on the nail. He tried to avoid her skin, since all it did was make him hot and sweaty again. After about 5 minutes of relaxing, Tracy decided to pleasure herself. Forgetting about her baby, she ran her hand over her breasts, kneading the nipples. Timm got an extreme close-up of one of them. She slowly ran her fingers down her stomach, finally reaching her bush. At first all Timm could see was a tangle of brown hair, then she slid her finger along her giant labia, smearing the plastic. She quickly inserted her finger, breathing heavily. Timm was getting a fantastic view. Usually when he was in this position, he was getting the shit squeezed out of him. This time, he just sat back and watched the show. He would slowly enter her, getting dark, then be drawn back out again. It did start to get hot in there again. She began drawing her finger in and out more rapidly, jostling him violently. The extreme heat and the motion began to make him a little queasy, then groggy. Back and forth, back and forth, bumping his head again and again........ He was awakened by a splash of water. Wiping the liquid out of his eyes, he spied Tracy's huge face hovering over him. "Wake up, darling. I guess you got your nap," she smiled. ---- Timm fell asleep for real about 15 minutes after she left. He hoped she would let him sleep the night through. He was awakened later by the sound of the bedroom door opening. He couldn't tell how long he had slept. He figured she was back. "I hope she doesn't bother me," he thought to himself. No such luck. The light clicked on and then the top was being lifted off. The only thing to do was to play like he was asleep again. He felt the crib being lifted, but sensed something was wrong. The perfume didn't smell like Tracy's. He opened his eyes to Rosita's smiling face. She was actually quite beautiful, her dark eyes sparkling against her brown skin. He sat up in the crib, rubbing his eyes. "Don't worry, small one. Madam will not be back for a couple of hours. That will give us time to get better acquainted!" she grinned. He didn't like the look in her eyes. She poked at him with one finger. The nail wasn't as long as Tracy's, and was done in plain clear fingernail polish. She pulled the tiny blanket off of him and grabbed him by a leg, lifting him up out of the crib. She licked her lips and lowered him over her open mouth, slowly putting him in. She laid him on her tongue and closed her mouth over him. She reveled in the feeling of his little body writhing on her tongue. She held him against the back of her teeth for about thirty seconds, then stuck her tongue out. He lay there panting, trying to regain his breath. He looked like he had been through a wringer. "Oh, you're all wet. I guess madam will get to change your diaper after all," she mused. She laid him on the dresser and held him down with one giant finger. "Please leave me alone, Rosita!" he yelled, hoping she could hear. If she did, she gave no indication. She opened the front of her uniform and undid her bra, revealing one giant brown tit with a rock-hard nipple. She placed him on top of the nipple, letting him straddle it with his tiny legs. He couldn't really straddle it, just balance on top of it. She lifted the nipple to her and bent her head, taking it in her mouth. She sucked the nipple, trapping him against it with her tongue. He was crushed against her flesh and moist tongue. "MMMMMM," she moaned in pleasure. Lifting her head, she took him in her mouth off of the nipple and rolled him about with her tongue. She would open her mouth so he could get his bearings, then clamp down on him again. Soon, he was so drenched that he had to wipe the spit from his face so that he could breath. He was plucked from her tongue and laid on the table again. She bent over and took off her open-faced shoe. Taking off her hose, she put him on top of one giant red-colored toenail and slid the hose back on, trapping him against the silky material. He could see her smiling face through the hose as she put the shoe back on. "You will be with me as I do my chores. This way I can see you all the time!" she said. She stood up and walked from the room. He suddenly noticed she wasn't wearing any panties. He got a clear view of her giant bush as she walked. The hose would stretch tight as she walked, mashing his face against the silky material. She vacuumed, did the beds, and cleaned the kitchen before she returned to the bedroom and took him back out of her hose. She placed him in her mouth one more time and drenched him in spit, making sure that his diaper became wet. She took him out and dried his body off as good as she could, and placed him back in the crib. She put him back in the little house and put the lid back on. She shut the light off just as Tracy came back to the house. "Hello,madam. Good news, your little baby needs his diaper changed. I just checked him!" he heard her say excitedly. ------ "Rosita, I'm going to town. Take care of my baby. I'll be back this afternoon," she said. "Yes m'am. I will watch him very closely," she said, smiling at him. As Tracy closed the front door, Rosita walked over to him, lowering her face to him. "So, little man. You are mine again. We shall have fun today, at least I will," she chuckled, baring her huge white teeth to him. One huge finger came at him, it's shiny nail jutting out. He backed up, trying to keep away from her. He knew he didn't have a chance to get away, but instinct told him to back up. The finger came at him in a flash, smashing him flat against the table. She let just a little of the weight of her finger rest on his chest, crushing the air from his lungs. She grinned at him evilly. She loved having dominion over little men. "Just remember who's in charge. You're no little baby to me," she said, still smiling while his face turned a deep purple. She finally let her finger up, letting him gasp for breath. Her blouse was unbuttoned, showing her cleavage. Her skin was brown and flawless. Her shoulder-length black hair done in a ponytail. She grabbed him by the mid-section and lifted him up in the air. Lifting up her skirt, She pulled the waistband forward on her black panties, revealing her luscious black bush. "See you later," she said, dropping him in. The panties slammed shut, trapping him in the bottom, just below her cunt. The panties were sucked up into her slit, forcing him half in and half out of it. He struggled to get his face out of her slit, already getting coated in her juices. The heat emenating from her cunt was incredible. The smell of her sex was almost overpowering. She walked over to the sink, allowing her little prisoner a little fun as her legs swayed back and forth. She could feel him moving around, arousing her even more. Her breathing sped up and her eyes clouded over. She felt like she was floating on air. She continued to walk around, cleaning the kitchen. Soon, her panties were practically dripping. She couldn't wait to see what shape her little prisoner was in. She lifted her skirt again and looked in. He was laying in the bottom of her panties, absolutely coated with her juice. She reached down and grabbed him by one leg, lifting him up. She eagerly lowered her slave into her mouth, savoring the taste of her own juice mingled with their combined sweat. He struggled against her tongue, to no avail. At last she opened her mouth, letting him get some air. He looked our of her mouth, past her huge teeth. Her tongue was a huge pink runway to him. Then, two giant nails entered her mouth, moving past her teeth. They grabbed him, holding him between the tips, and pulled him out. Her giant nails glistened as he struggled to hold on to something, almost impossible since he was covered with spit. She lifted him up to her eyes, almost hypnotizing him with her lusty glare. She brought him closer to look at his little penis. He was so close he could have reached out and touched the shiny surface of her eye. She blinked, causing one giant eyelash to slap down his body. "I want to see that a little stiffer," he heard from below. She carried him up to her mistress' bedroom and set him down on the table in front of the mirror. She got out a tube of red gloss and applied it to her lips. They shone like glass. She picked him up in her nails again and lifted him to her lips. She pressed the front of his body down against her upper lip. He was immediately coated with the gloss. She rubbed him back and forth, running him over the soft wrinkles of her lips. He slid on the gloss like he was being rubbed on ice. The softness of her lips served her purpose, the contact of her skin on his groin instantly arousing him. Lifting him to an eye again, he saw her eyelid and brow crinkle up as if she was smiling. "That's more like it!" she purred. The sight of his tiny lipstick-covered body and little boner set her heart racing. Opening the front of her blouse, she pulled back the fabric of her right breast and lowered him in, setting him on her nipple. Timm looked at the nipple as it grew larger and larger. It was dark red and hard as a rock. He looked up at her just as she let the fabric close on him. He was pressed down against the nipple and her aureoli at the same time. The feeling of him against her set her on edge again. She got up and walked downstairs, finishing her work. She vaccuumed the carpet and dusted, all the while having his little body rub on her nipple as she moved her upper body. His face was smashed into her nipple, his little arms trying desperately to get a hold on the top of the huge thing. He struggled to lift himself up, but the bra held him down. The more he struggled, the faster he could hear her heart beating. She was beginning to sweat, further increasing the heat. He was sweating also, making him slip on her nipple. She tried to hold back, but at last it became too much for her. She ran upstairs and threw herself on Tracy's bed. The bra held his little body in place. She began writhing in pleasure, feeling his squirming little body on her tit. He was now upside down, but his body was stuck to her nipple. She grabbed the spot where he was and pushed him farther into her flesh, almost crushing him. Reaching in, she plucked him out with two giant fingers and slipped her panties off. Blinded by ecstasy, she fingered her cunt with her free hand, lubricating her fingers. She then ran her juiced fingers all over his little body, almost smothering him in the stuff. She rubbed it all over his head, reaching back down to get a good glop of the stuff to put over his head. It ran down his head and onto his body. Her fingers had a crushing grip on him, and he couldn't move his arms. He had to lick like mad to clear the stuff from his mouth so he could breathe. She was paying him no attention, now in the deepest throes of her passion. She took his little body and rubbed it up one labia and down the other. He had swallowed so much of her cum he thought he might burst. She began to slow down and brought him to her mouth, extending her tongue and probing his little body with it. Her tongue caressed his body while she cooled down, licking every last drop off of him. Her tongue was soft and warm, and he started to get a little pleasure himself. Her tongue was like a security blanket, everytime she ran it along his body sparks shot off in his brain. Eventually, she got off the bed and carried him to the table. She laiddown in front of her while she brushed her hair. When she took her eyes off of him, he began to get a little anxious. Thinking of escape, he edged away from her. He must have been delerious to think he could escape her, but he was tired of being tortured by the giantess. She continued to preen herself in the mirror. He began to run as fast as he could, until he reached Tracy's huge makeup case. All the while he expected Rosita's giant hand to pounce on him. Scattered around the outside of the case were different kinds of makeup. Not thinking properly, all he wanted to do was find somewhere to hide. He spotted a small box-like object that he could probably climb onto. He ran up to it and boosted himself up. Finally on the top, he looked across the top of the box. There, in several different holders, like small pools, were different shades of eyeshadow. Off to the side, there was a stick a little bigger than he was with a pad on the end, obviously to put the shadow on with. He ran over to it and laid down next to it in it's little depression. He peered over the stick at Rosita, just now reapplying her lipstick. She still hadn't noticed him. He began to get a sick feeling in his stomach when he realized what he had done. To run away from a giantess was about the dumbest thing you could do, especially a sadistic one like Rosita. He began to get up to go back when she looked down and smiled. "So, the little insect thinks he can hide from me, hmmm." She began looking over the table, looking for his tiny body. She spotted him instantly, but didn't let on. For a moment, he thought he might not be spotted. Suddenly, she grabbed the case and lifted it up to her face, grinning evilly. "There you are!" she boomed, reaching for him with two gigantic nails.... ------ Timm screamed out as she tied his little body to the eyeshadow applicator stick. He was fastened to the thing so that the back of his head was against the soft tip of the applicator. Her nails assaulted his body as she tied. He could feel her hot breath on his naked body. He pleaded for mercy, but she ignored his feeble cries. She suddenly grasped the bottom of the stick and swung him upside down. Lowering it to the makeup, she selected a dark brown color and lowered him down to it. She pressed down on the applicator, smashing it into the creamy brown makeup. His head was pressed to the makeup, matting his hair. She swirled the stick until she was sure that his head was coated. She brought the stick to her eyelid, pausing enough to let him see her huge eye. She began stroking her eyelid with the stick, causing his head to slide along her silky skin. He was positioned so that his face was looking downward toward her eyelid. Slowly she would draw him along her eye, delighted with the feel of this ultimate humiliation for the little man. He was reduced to a utinsel used to apply makeup. She brought him down to her mouth, licking the tip of his head. She then brought him back up to her eye, doing little touchups with his slick head. She began undoing the thread, running her tongue along her luscious pink lips. Once finished, she flattened him to the table with one huge finger. "I'll have to clean you up before she get's back. Let's see, what will be the best way..." she mused, looking around. "Oh well, I guess the direct way will be best!" She lowered her head and trapped his body to the table with her tongue. She began lapping at his body, paying particular attention to his head. Her tongue battered him, knocking him senseless. She was relentless in her pursuit of cleaning him, coating him with her spit. Just then, she heard the door slam. She had just enough time to get him back into his little cradle when the door to the room opened.