Dollhouse Blues

By Littletoy

September 23, 2002, Hidden Valley High School.

First day of the school year, 3:00 PM, ninth period. Mr. Ryan Wilson’s Shop Class.

“This sucks.”

Julie Montgomery, the captain of the Cheerleaders and arguably the most popular girls in school, folded her arms across her ample chest and pouted. She tossed her brown hair from side to side and stood her 5’ 4” frame up off the chair and away from the table. On which was spread out what appeared to be blueprints.

“Yeah.” Allison Heath, another cheerleader, agreed.

“Why can’t we make something cool like a nightstand?” Kimberly Matthews suggested.

“Yeah.” Piped Betsy Reynolds, Julies best friend, a stunning redhead who was the star of the Field Hockey team.

“I can’t believe we got stuck in Shop this year! This is SO for losers.” Said Sarah Black. She got up and stood over the table, her slender 5’ 9” frame towering a few inches over the other girls.

 “Yeah at least its just the 5 of us and Mr. Wilson.”

“Listen up you girls a nightstand would only take a few weeks and we have all year. When it’s done you will thank me. I think this is going to really be Neat-O!”

“Did he say Neat-O?”

“What a dork.”

“Over here girls, get around the table and look at your project this year. I choose it specially for you.”

“We hate it.”

“Ok then Julie you’re the team leader in charge of making sure we are on schedule.”

“Awwww, why me/”

“Because I say so. I am the teacher and you have to do what I say.”

“But Mr. Wilsoooon.”

“You want some cheese with that whine?”

“Humph.”

“But I thought you gals would like building this.” That was not entirely true. Ryan loved the idea of teaching a small class of hottie girls, and he got his wish. The iron of these girls taking shop was not lost on him. They were only here because they needed an elective to graduate, and home economics was closed out. Almost all the shop students were in the morning class except for the five girls. Ryan had seen the plans for a 1/12 scale model replica of a split-level home on the internet. He decided that he would allow the girls to spend a lot of time decorating the rooms and outfitting the house with furniture to scale. There are even plans for wiring the house with electricity and plumbing by means of a hose that extended out of the bottom of the house to a sink and faucet/

“We don’t want to build a stupid dollhouse.” Snapped Allison in a nasty tone.

“OK that’s detention after school for the next week.”

“You can’t make me I have cheerleader practice right Julie?”

“OK you can come in before school then.”

“Oh, fine be that way Ryan.“

“Call me Mr. Wilson, OK Allison?”

December 5, 2002. Hidden Valley High School. 3:00 PM, ninth period. Mr. Ryan Wilson’s Shop Class.

The house was starting to take shape quite nicely. The walls were up and the dividers between the rooms were as well. The first and second floors were apart next to each other on the big worktable. They would be joined together later on.

Sarah leaned far over the second floor, peering in to the little unfurnished bedroom. She giggled to herself at how flimsy the walls felt under the pressure of her fingertip. Julie slapped her hand away.

“Don’t, we haven’t glued the wall in place yet.”

“Oh sorry, I guess I didn’t know how flimsy it was.” She laughed and glanced over at Betsy, who was having a hard time keeping her long red tresses from getting in the way as she glued too pieces of wall together.

“This is such a waste of time. What good is this anyway? I’m too old to have a dollhouse.”

“It’s not a dollhouse Betsy, it’s a scale model of a real suburban dwelling.” Mr. Wilson was always quick to correct Betsy in everything she said or did. She hated the fact that it made her feel small sometimes.

“Whatever. We should have some dolls for it too.”

“Good idea Betsy.” Allison said. 

March 15, 2002 3:00 PM, ninth period. Mr. Ryan Wilson’s Shop Class.

“Well the structure is completed. Girls you should be proud of yourselves you have really accomplished something here.” Mr. Ryan said in congratulatory tones. The girls were not impressed.

“Can we go to the mall now that the stupid dollhouse is done?” Kimberly asked sweetly.

All five of them peered through the tiny glass windows into the empty house. For the first time all year their faces actually showed a spark of interest in their accomplishment.

“No you can’t go to the mall. It’s not done yet Miss Matthews. The rest of the year you will spend decorating the inside now that the outside is completed.”

“What if we don’t want too?” Allison predictably challenged.

“Then you can spend another week in detention Allison.”

“HEY that is SO unfair Mr. Wilson.”

“Oh, I suppose I will let it go this time but you better be on your best behavior Miss Heath.” Ryan turns his back on Allison, who sticks her tongue out at the teacher behind his back.

A few minutes later Sarah and Julie came up to Allison as opened the house in the middle and looked inside. The house, roof and all, separated in the middle by way of a hinged back for easy access.

“You know this is turning out to be kind of cool actually. Someone could almost live in here with the plumbing and wiring.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah. That would be cool!”  All three of them giggled to themselves as they headed out the door.

Ryan rolled his eyes as the girls left without even saying goodbye to him.

Ryan was only 26 him self but being in the presence of these five hotties all the time made him feel older. None of them showed him any kind of respect as a teacher, and it was only through the constant threat of detention or flunking his class that he was able to motivate them to actually accomplish something. He was proud he could do so and decided that at the end of the year the girls would have a drawing to see who kept the house for good.

May 30  2003. Last day of the school year 2:00 PM Mr. Ryan Wilson’s Shop Classroom.

It had been done for a week now. The girls had completely done a great job finding miniature furniture perfectly to scale, and had decorated the house tastefully in realistic color patterns and window treatments. There was lighting, but they never could get the plumbing to work properly. It was still a marvel, and the whole school passed through to see it during the final week.

Today in just a half hour he would pull the prepared slips of paper out of the coffee mug on the table next to the assembled house and reveal which of them got to keep it. The girls had all agreed to this readily. They had gotten attached to the project over the months and where they had hated the idea at first they all grew fond of the house and loved re arranging the furniture time and time again. 

He had already told all of the girls, even Allison that they had earned an A for the year. When he told them they all jumped up and down excitedly around him. Sarah even leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek.

Ryan had decided to put one more coating of shellac of the unpainted wood exterior before the final class and the drawing. The shellac had gone on smoothly. It was a new kind he had never tried before. Unfortunately he had failed to notice the warnings inhaling the fumes until it had dried for an hour.

He jumped up and sat on the table next to the house. The table shook under his weight but held firm. He grabbed a brush and dipped a little shellac. He had noticed a spot near the roof he had missed. He was leaning over the house from the side when the powerful fumes hit him full on. He gagged as a puff of vapor shot around his body. His eyes rolled back and the next thing he remembered was looking up at the ceiling as he lay gasping on the table….

May 30  2003 Last day of the school year 2:00 PM

Ryan Wilson woke up to a deafening ringing sound. He knew instantly what it was; the last bell for the last period for the last day of the school year. He groaned as he sat up and looked around. He was on a cold hard surface that stretched out for what seemed like forever. The walls of his classroom seemed familiar, yes strange too. Then he looked to his right and saw a really nice house, with natural wood stain on the siding and two stories, only something was wrong. Then he realized it. The house seemed split open down the middle as if sawed in half. As he looked up at the structure he wondered who would build such a crazy house and why. Then it struck him: It was the Model the girls had built! It was huge! No, wait it wasn’t huge at all, he was SMALL. Somehow the fumes from the drying shellac had…had…SHRUNK him, and his clothing as well! The house looked to be a full sized house now. Since the scale was around 1/12 he figured his height at about only six inches!

WHAT THE FUCK!!!

No sooner had he gotten to his feet and made several steps closer to the house than the door to his classroom burst open and the girls piled in, laughing and talking and obviously happy to be in the last class of their High School days at Hidden Valley. Betsy and Kim and Sarah were all headed to Fresno State in the fall, and Julie and Allison were both accepted to Stanford, where they hoped to try out for the cheerleading squad together.

For a brief second he thought about shouting for their attention, but then he thought better of it. He didn’t want to be seen by these giant girls, and besides maybe the effect was only temporary. What to do….

As the girls sauntered in lazily Ryan panicked at seeing their towering forms. He ran as fast as his little legs could churn toward the house. The girls were heading across the room straight toward the house. From his position on the table he could see them looming closer, closer, ever larger, hips, waists and bosoms filling his field of vision. He barely had time to admire Sara’s exposed flat belly (she had on a very short T-Shirt) as they were almost upon him. Ryan dashed inside the dollhouse, as their heads were turned toward each other in casual conversation. He managed to hop unto the house at the split. He was glad he knew the floor plan so well. He headed right for the master bedroom on the second floor. On the left side was a small closet with a real door.

Once in the safety of the closet he turned to shut the door and saw Betsy’s eager face bending far over to look in on the ground level. Her face passed below Ryan’s line of sight and he could see the tangled hairs at the top of her head hover and brush against the window of the master bedroom. In the far distance he could see Allison, Julie, Kim and Sarah standing in front of the table.

“I can’t believe this is it!”

“Yeah the last class!”

“Yeah and we aren’t gonna do anything today but draw for the house.”

“I really don’t want it.”

  “Me neither.”

“Its cool I guess but what good is it?”

“Yeah.”

“We could just dump it.”

“I don’t want to hurt Mr. Wilson’s feelings.” Said Sarah.

“Feelings? Gimme a break he’s a shop teacher.”

“So? I saw him reading a book the other day. It was kind of cute. At least he’s not gross and old like Mr. Bumford.”

“Eeeeeeeewwwww!”

“OK then the drawing will be for who HAS to take it.”

From his hideout in the closet Ryan sat in the dark, cowering and listening to the booming thunder of their voices overhead. They were talking about him like he wasn’t even there! He had to remember that he really wasn’t in the normal sense. He was a doll, a toy, and an action figure. A tiny little palm sized man. It was if he were in the presence of goddesses, only these goddesses were 17 and 18 year old high school students and appeared to be almost 60 feet tall. Their once soft and feminine voices, enticing music to the ears, now pounded his brain to the point where it was hard to concentrate on the words. Allison in particular had kind of a soft slightly raspy voice that was somewhere between adorable and annoying. Now it was just plain terrifying.  Then one of them brushed her arm against the house accidentally and the half Ryan was in swung open a little more, shaking the house and Ryan with it. He fell back to the floor of the closet.

“Where the fuck is that ‘tard? He’s gonna make us wait on the last day of the year?”

“I am SO out of here!”

“Look! There’s a coffee mug with some paper in it. He wrote our names on slips of paper?”

“Yeah for the drawing. I think I heard him tell me. I can’t be sure I wasn’t paying any attention to him.” Kim brags.

“As usual.”

In the closet Ryan finally found enough courage to get up off the floor. He stood up and slowly and carefully opened the closet door a tiny crack. Thru the dollhouse window, the sight of a gigantic brown eye startled Ryan. It was staring right back at him, blinking, long eyelashes fluttering as Julie peered in. He could see strands of her hair falling just over her eyebrow. Ryan was sure he had been seen, but the eye soon moved up and too the left, revealing a little at a time Julie’s cute face as it passed by the window. He quickly shut the door and sighed in relief. She hadn’t seen him.

“I’m not going to wait here forever. This is ridiculous.”

“Yeah the tem minute rule is in effect.”

“Ten minute rule?”

“Yeah if the teacher doesn’t show up by ten minutes after the bell then class is cancelled and the students don’t’ have to wait around.”

“I never heard that before Betsy.”

“That’s ‘cause I made it up.”(Giggles)

“What should we do?”

“Lets get this over with.”

For the next minute or so there is silence as the mug is shook up and the girls briefly argue over who gets to pick the winning name. Finally Ryan hears Kim say she’s picking and there are no more protests. Then the sound of four losers squealing in delight and one annoyed Allison making whining noises

“Awwww….shit.”

“Hahaha, maybe your little sister will like it.”

“She’s 15 she’s not that little.”

“Well we did put all that work into it. Seems a shame to just toss it.”

“Yeah I guess. Help me carry this thing out Julie.

Ryan is beside himself. He wanted to cry out for help but he was paralyzed with fear. He was trapped! The house was going to Allison’s house and he right along with it! What would she do when she found him in the dollhouse?” Little sister?

His thought were rudely interrupted by a jolting that threw him to the floor as Allison pushed the two sides of the house together and locked them in place. Another lurch as Allison and Julie slid their hands under the base of the house on opposite ends and lifted. The house was bulky but not that heavy. As they carried the house out of the classroom and down the hall to the school entrance Ryan could hear the elated shouts and cheers of now gigantic young men and women proclaiming the school out for the summer. 

As they carried his prison out the front door and to Julie’s mom’s minivan he heard Kim mention something about a party at her house and the other girls acknowledge going. Once again he opened the door a crack and stared out across the bedroom at the window. What he saw this time awed him. Not an eye or a face or long, lush ropes of hair, but pressed up against the window a massive swell of flesh, He could see the pile of flesh angle away from the window and change color from red to flesh. Then he saw the pendant and realized he was staring at one of Allison’s impressively firm 34C cups pressed up against the window. Her breast was so big it effectively blocked all light from entering the bedroom. He shuddered when he realized that a girl’s bosom was able to block the world from his view. It reminded him of how tiny and insignificant he had become.

The steady rocking of his house as the girls carried him to the car was stopped abruptly as Julie fumbled with the keys. She unlocked the rear hatch of the minivan and lifted it up, and then she and Allison carefully set the dollhouse down so the front of the house was facing out the back of the van. Ryan looked out once again from the closet. Up and away from the dollhouse Julie’s rear end hovered out in space. He stared at her ass she faced the other girls. Her long tan legs extended out from her short shorts down well past his view. He could make out Betsy’s athletic form next to Julie and tall slender Sarah with her close-cropped black hair was facing him directly. Not that she could see his minute peering face from the tiny closet.

“OK I’ll see you guys tonight at the party.”

“Bye Julie”

“Bye Sarah, bye Betsy, bye Kim. Later.”

Ryan suddenly saw the hatch crashing down on him with blinding speed. Julie closed the hatch and walked around to the driver’s side and got in. Allison got in on the passenger side. The roar of the car drowned out their voices as Julie pulled out of the High School parking lot for the last time. Ryan ran out of the closet and down the stirs to the ground floor. If he could get out of the dollhouse he could at least wait in the car under the seat and sneak out when the Julie’s mom went on errands or something.  He ran to the front door of the dollhouse and jerked it open, only to be crushed at seeing the hatch of the minivan almost flush with the front of the dollhouse. There wasn’t even enough room to squeeze out between the front of the house and the hatch. He was still trapped! Dejected, he walked up the stairs and went back into the closet-hiding place. He was going to be a doll in a dollhouse belonging to a giant girl in a world of giants. He was six inches tall.

May 30  2003  After School 4:30 PM

Ryan crept toward the second floor window again. Julie and Allison had carried the house straight up to her room and set it down not on the floor as he had hoped, but rather they had cleared off Allison’s nightstand and set the dollhouse on top of it next to her bed. The house was too big, however, and it hung over on all sides. Ryan crept to the window and looked out at the two giant teens as they sat on the bed and read magazines and watched TV. For the next hour and a half the girls did nothing else. At one point Julie did walk over to the dollhouse while Ryan was out of the closet. He had to hide back against the wall next to the window as Julie bent over and peered into the second floor window.

“It looks so comfy and cozy in there. I bet your sister will end up breaking the furniture or something.”

“Yeah she’s such an idiot sometimes.” Julie stood back up, her small bosom catching the overhang of the dollhouse roof, causing the house to shift on the nightstand. To Ryan it felt like a train derailment. He fell to the floor and rolled over to near the king size doll bed was.

“Hey, Julie be careful, your boobs almost knocked the house over.”

“Oops, sorry.” She peered back into the bedroom where Ryan was. He had looked up to see the fabric of her T-Shirt descending. He managed to stumble back into the closet just as her smooth neck came into view. By the time her amused face was back in the window he was back in safety of his closet.

After that the next hour was uneventful. Julie left around 5:30 just as Stacy, Allison’s little sister came home for dinner. Julie went downstairs for dinner about 5:45 and for the next 45 minutes Ryan was alone in his dollhouse. He dared not venture far from his hiding place as of yet he was still terrified of his surroundings. Allison was a beautiful girl but completely spoiled and headstrong. Could he depend on her for help?

May 30  2003  After Dinner 6:30 PM

About 6:30 he heard the phone ring. Allison’s heavy footsteps got louder she burst into her room and grabbed the cordless phone from the bed. Ryan could hear her talking and it sounded like she was making plans for the evening. That at least would allow Ryan time to make some sort of plan. He was trapped in a dollhouse 25 feet off the ground in a girl’s bedroom. And unless he could come up with something it was only a matter of time before he became a permanent prisoner here.

Allison hung up the phone. She wasn’t sure why but she had the oddest feeling, that she was being observed. She knew that wasn’t possible as she stood next to the dollhouse and slid her shorts down her legs. Maybe there was something creepy about the dollhouse, she thought. Maybe she should get rid of it, try to sell it. She’d tell Stacy about it before she left for the party.

Ryan could only look on in awe as miles and miles of tan thigh in twin pillars swayed to and from before him. He looked up and followed the curve of her rear up to the small of her back as she lifted the T-Shirt over her head. Now from the window he could see her backside towering up in front of him, her straight blond hair cascading down her shoulders over her upper back. Then suddenly she turned and whipped the shirt out over the dollhouse, effectively blocking out Ryan’s world just has he could hear the clasp of her bra being undone. He was going crazy but there was nothing he could do as he heard Allison’s footsteps leave the room for the bathroom. He heard the door close and then the distant sound of water running. It seemed like Allison was in the bathroom for hours, He thought. He was still disappointed at having his free peep show cut off so suddenly. He could hear her moving around the room and back to the bathroom and then back into the room again and again. Obviously she was getting dressed to go out and was selecting outfits, makeup and stuff like that. Ryan was itching to get a view of the now almost 60 foot Allison. He wanted desperately to see that perfect cheerleader toned body but her shirt was covering the entire front of his dollhouse where she had tossed it so casually. By 7:30 she was out the door and the room went dark as she snapped off the light.

Ryan could hear her stop and talk to someone in the hall on her way out. It was another female voice, softer and higher pitched, younger sounding.

“Allison can I borrow your glitter nail polish? Tori and Christie are sleeping over tonight and I want to show my nails off. Pleaaaaaase?”

“Yeah just don’t use it all up or you’re buying me a new bottle. It’s in my nightstand drawer. Be careful of the model home I brought home from school. You can look at it but don’t break it ok?”

“Model home?”

“Yeah the one from Mr. Wilson’s shop class. I won it.”

“Oh cool, you should have won Mr. Wilson too, he is such a cutie!”

“Oh he is not. He’s OLD! He’s almost 26.”

“That’s young enough to be cute. Bye Al”

“By Stace, see you later.”

“K. Bye.”

Ryan heard steps going down the stairs, getting more and more distant. Then to his horror, he heard the door to Allison’s room open up and the light switch snap back on. Then footsteps, soft and steady, approaching the dollhouse…

Dashing as fast as he could into the closet he slammed the door shut behind him. The dollhouse shook violently as Stacy braced one hand against it, trying to hold the perched dollhouse steady as she opened the nightstand drawer underneath. Ryan heard the giant teen girl remark on how cool looking the little house was as she rummaged through her older sister’s drawer looking for the nail polish, not even bothering to remove the shirt that still partially covered the house. The Ryan was shaken once again as Stacy slammed the drawer and quickly left, snapping off the light switch as she scurried out. Now in total darkness, Ryan stumbled out of the closet and sat on the doll bed on the other side of the room. Thankfully the bed was soft and the sheets were made of real cloth. For the first time since he had first shrunk his world was quiet. Had the electricity been turned on he might have explored the house but with the lights off in Allison’s room and her shirt draped over the windows it was black as coal in the house. Ryan was still terrified beyond belief, but now finally exhaustion took over. He flopped over on the bed and in minutes was sound asleep…

May 30  2003  Stacy’s Sleepover 10:30 PM

Ryan was fast asleep for what seemed like days. In his dreams he was a giant, grabbing whole handfuls of women and rubbing them all over his enormous naked body. They were screaming in protest and he was laughing maniacally. He saw a tiny Allison and Sarah at his feet and brought his foot down on them without thought, sending a spurt of blood and guts in an asymmetrical pattern from the sole of his foot. Whole populations trembled before his enormousness. Armies and arsenals were powerless to stop his might. From his towering height he could see halfway across the city, he was growing bigger, bigger every second, 100 feet tall…500 feet tall…1000….5000…

He woke up suddenly just as the fabric of Allison’s shirt slid across the window as Stacy lifted it up and tossed it aside. His window was suddenly uncovered before he could run to the closet. He looked out to see the midsections of three females standing over the house.

“My sister is such a slob. Look at this.  It’s a miniature house. Allyson brought it home from her shop class”.

“Oh yeah Sarah told me about that. She said the teacher was kind of cute but dorky.”

“Your sister has a crush on all the cute teachers.”

“Yeah, that’s true Tori.”

“Allison says he thinks his shit doesn’t stink for a shop teacher.”

Ryan decided to take a chance. He ran to the closet door before they had a chance to get any closer. He turned the knob and the door didn’t budge at all! It was stuck! He tried pushing and pulling frantically but nothing would work.

“Look it opens in the middle. You can see the seam where the two halves come apart.”

“Good eye Christie.”

“Where’s the latch…here it is!”

Ryan had his back turned to the window, he was frantically pounding and pushing in vain against the closet door. The sound of the metal clasp made the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight up. A shaft of light suddenly tore down the middle of the bedroom, getting wider and wider as the two halves of the house separated and the floor of the room parted in a chasm 40 feet deep and fifteen feet wide. Finally he turned around to face the inevitable. He had just been seen and was now at the mercy of giant young women.

“Hey! Look a doll.”

“Awww who put him in here?”

“He’s a cutie.”

He looked up to see on either side of him pillar like arms that stretched out on either side of him to the open halves of the house as she opened up the dollhouse in the middle. The arms were attached to a young female body that dwarfed him with its bulk and size, even though he was sure the girl couldn’t have been much taller than 5’ 2”. 

Ryan could see it looked like a smaller version of Allison. She had the same blond hair only she wore it in a pigtail. Her breasts were small but firm. They pressed out against her Dallas Cowboys nightshirt. Behind her were two more girls one on each side, roughly the same height and age. One of them was rather slight, thin with long black hair, and the other was shorter and heavier, though not fat by any means.

“Kind of funny looking for a doll” Tori, the skinny girl with black hair said.

“He has the weirdest expression on his face:, said Christine, “It’s as if he were actually looking up at you Stacy.”

“Allyson must have put him in there for a joke.” She extended her fingers toward the Ryan-doll standing by the closet door. At the last minute he flinched and threw himself over the other side of the bed, just narrowly missing Stacy’ capturing fingers.

“WHAT??!?!?! DID YOU JUST SEE THAT?!?!?!”

“What?”

“HE MOVED TORI!”

“He did not. You just knocked him over.”

“I did not he moved I tell you.”

In a flash Stacy’s face was taking up the whole gap between the two dollhouse halves. Her blue eyes sparkled as she peered in excitedly at the little figure laying on the floor. He was so realistic looking she could have snatched him up right then and there. Instead she gently extended her index finder toward the little figure and gently poked it in the stomach.

Ryan tried his best to play dead as the three giant teens peered in at him. This was the worst of all possible scenarios. Not only had he been found, now he had to deal with three young girls instead of at least the older Allyson.  He cringed as Stacy’s once dainty index finger extended out toward him. He could see the glitter in the nail polish as it pressed him in the stomach a little. The pressure of her finger holding him down against the dollhouse floor was terrifying. He was totally incapacitated by one finger. It was the size of his leg. Finally after a few seconds she removed her hand. As she did so he sprang to his feet and began moving his arms wildly shouting at the top of his lungs.

“Girls please you’ve got to help me!”

“Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Did you hear it? Did you hear it? It spoke!”

“Get out!”

“No he did I swear! You heard it didn’t you Christie?”

All three girls now looked down into the second floor bedroom in wonder. There standing to his feet was what appeared to be a living person, a teeny tiny man. They could see his eyes dart back and forth and his chest heaved with each excited breath. As they leaned close Ryan instinctively flinched back against the wall. He could feel their breath as they leaned in close, their eyes ablaze with wonder and curiosity.

“You girls get help! Please can you hear me? Something terrible has happened to me!”

“I hear him now. But just barely. Listen to his voice, its so squeaky!”

“Wow! Where did your sister get him?”

I can’t believe this! How the fuck can a doll be alive?”

“Hey I’m no doll. I’m a person!”

“Yeah, he is so Cooool!” Tori loomed close over Ryan; so close her dark locks almost brushed his feet as she studied him.

“Now see here young lady, she didn’t ‘get’ me. I was somehow shrunk in size so I hid in the house. I need to get to a hospital. Can you get your sister for me? She can take me to the emergency room.”

“Oh, she is at a big party with all the graduating seniors. She probably won’t be back till late.”

“She said we could check out the dollhouse, I assume she meant you too!” (giggles)

“No, she doesn’t even know about me yet!

“And she may never!” Teased Christine. All three girls broke out in laughter at that.

“Christie be nice. He was in my sister’s dollhouse.”

“Well, I was just saying we could keep him a secret.”

“Miss megaphone keep a secret? As if.”

“I can too. I kept it secret that you and Jimmy Howard did it.”

“HEY! YOU JUST TOLD!!”

“Ewwww Stacy how could you? He so like, into himself”

“Thanks Christie, now the whole school knows.”

“We’re done with school for the summer remember?”

“Well I don’t even like him anymore.”

“I said please, help me get to a hospital!”

“He wants us to help him.”

“But he’s so tiny! The little thing is kind of adorable in freaky way. He looks so frightened.”

“Yeah he’s like a little doll!” (giggles)

“Yeah!”

“Hey this isn’t funny! I’m not some joke!”

“Well Allison isn’t here to drive you anywhere little man.”

“Oh no. Well can one of you girls drive me then?”

“Sorry I don’t get my learners permit till next month. You stay with us until Allison gets back ok?”

“But-but-but….”

Stacy and the other girls then stood back up straight. Ryan stared up to see the girls smiling down at him over their chests. The teens towered over Ryan, even though they were only 15 years old.

“Hey Stacy, lets take him out of there so we can see him better.” Suggested Tori as she eyed the tiny Ryan with eager anticipation.

“Yeah, lets see him.”

“Ok. I’m going to take you out of there ok…do you have a name little doll?”

”My name is Ryan Wilson and I am NOT a doll don’t you girls get it?”

“Alright Ryan let’s get you out of there.”

“No way! You girls leave me alone do you hear? Leave me alone until Allison gets back.”

“Nooooo you’re cute and we like you like this. Don’t worry, we won’t do anything will we?”

“Ummmm no…I guess not.”

“Yeah sure.”

“Get away from me NOW! I am not some toy!”

“OK come here then.”

“I said NO!”

“Listen to him, Stacy. He thinks he is in control.”

“Ha ha ha ha ha. Control this then, little Ryan doll…”

Stacy’s hand reached down into the dollhouse with blazing speed. Ryan looked up to see her fingers extending toward him, and he glimpsed the amused look on Stacy’s cute face, high above. The next thing he knew he was scooped up in her soft palm. The dollhouse dropped from view as Stacy’s torso loomed ever closer and closer. He got dizzy and queasy at the rate of ascent. She brought him up to chest level as Christine and Tori closed ranks, their massive young chests surrounding him on either side.

“Help! Please! Young lady put me down! Put me down I say! Put me down at once do you hear! I did not give you permission to hold me! Put me down right now! Put me down! Put me down! You can’t just pick me up like this it’s not fair! PUT ME FUCKING DOWN I MEAN IT!!! Haaaaaaaallllllp!”

 

“Awwww, don’t be afraid little doll. We just wanted to see you.”

“Put me down!”

“He sure has a lot of demands for a little toy doll.”

“That’s not nice Tori, He might have feelings.”

“I know some places he can feel.” (giggles)

“This is crazy! You girls put me down and let me go do you hear!”

“But you’re so little! You have to do whatever we say.”

“Yeah tiny people don’t get to say where they can go or do.” (giggle)

“Lets sit on the bed with him.”

“Yeah good idea.”

Stacy smiled down at her little captive even as her fingers closed firmly around him. She brought him close against her bosom, which seemed to thrust out to receive him. He began struggling and wiggling as she walked over to the bed. His tiny legs kicked and churned from the bottom of her clenched fist. She could see him moving his shoulders back and forth in a vain attempt to free his arms from her constricting fingers. His puny struggles made the girls laugh teasingly.

The room spun around wildly as he was handled. It was all he could do to close his eyes and not pass out from the speed of her movements, even though she was trying to be gentle and was walking slowly over to the bed. At the bed she held him out in her outstretched fist, admiring his tiny form. Then she gently set him down in the center of Allison’s bed.

For Ryan It was an equally disturbing trip downward as the little blonde girl set him on the bed. The surface seemed to come up to greet him and he almost fell over as she opened her clenched fingers and withdrew her hand.. He looked up to see the three young women hop up on the bed, surrounding him from three sides.

“Just look at him!”

“He’s sp tiny I can’t believe he’s real!”

“This is too cool. Come here you little man.”

The voice that said that was Tori’s from behind him. He had no time to turn around as Tori simply seized him up like a trinket. She was fascinated at the tiny details of his flailing body as she plucked him up.

“Listen here miss! No don’t put me down put me down put me down! Let me go, girls tell your friend here to put me down please.”

“You are so cute I may never put you down. I could just eat you up mmmmm…”

Tori was having a blast. Here in her fingers was a real tiny man! She held him so easily, pinching his little arms and legs with the fingers of her free hand. She upended him for a minute and drew a gasp as his little legs started churning  while pointed upward. Only inches from her face, Ryan felt her minty breath wash over him. The sound of her teeth chewing the gum in her mouth made him nauseous and scared.

“Now quit that kicking little thing. You can’t get free you hardly weigh anything. Be nice and let me look at you, I don’t want to hurt you, I just wanted to see you ok?”

Tori crushed him against her breasts, using her free hand to stroke his still upside down body. Ryan sank into Tori’s soft chest. He smelled her scent, close to her skin as he was. Her fingertips pressed against his back and rear, as he was held face first against Tori’s chest. He felt himself being righted and slid high against her smooth neck as she cuddled him against her.

“You’re like a pet. You and Allison are so lucky Stace. Wait until Sarah sees him. She’s gonna flip when she sees you doll.”

“The Sarah in my shop class? Take me to her at once! She’ll help me I know it. Put me down and call her on the phone right away. Please this is embarrassing.”

“She’s not at home silly she’s at the party with Allison. Duh!”

“Stop hogging him Tori.”

“I am not. He likes me.”

“So that’s why he tries to get away from you?”

“He does not. Do you little dolly?”

Tori closed him in a tight fist and held him out at arms length, squeezing him as hard as she dared to suppress his struggles against her. Christine giggled at her friends’ obvious attempt to make it look like it was the truth. She quickly snatched little Ryan away from Tori’s grasp into her own.

To Ryan the great pressure of Tori’s fist was eased only to be followed by another jolt of tremendous pressure as he was slammed into Christine’s palm. Her fingers curled then encircled his body like a boa constrictor and he felt a tug of gravity as she pulled him close against her bare stomach. The plop of his flesh hitting hers made kind of a quiet tiny echo throughout the room. The girls all laughed as they heard it. The only other sounds in the room were Ryan’s continued and unheeded protests.

“Dammit- Ooof!” Ryan squeaked as he was slammed against Christine’s firm tummy. Her fist opened up and spread out, trapping him between her now opened palm and fingers and her stomach.

“Careful with the doll Christine. He looks so breakable held against your tummy.”

“Don’t worry Stacy I won’t hurt him. It’s OK there little man, I won’t bite ya!”

“But you are hurting me. You slammed me against your stomach so damn hard I’m all bruised. You don’t know your own strength now. You say you girls are fifteen? You’re more powerful then any thousand men to me. Now you listen here, young lady, you are not to treat me this way, do you understand? You are not to toy with me like this, none of you. Now put me down at once and“

Christine brought him up to her face again, her fingers holding him in her fist once again, only gentler this time. Her free hand came up to stroke the little tuft of hair on his tiny hair. She was absentmindedly mussing his hair up and then smoothing it out again and again. Ryan was intimidated. Her open mouth was only a few feet away. Her moist lips were in a pout. Another equally intimidating sight just a few feet below was her ample breast pushing out from her short cutoff T-Shirt. To Ryan it seemed that If she were let go her grip on him that he’s be saved from sure death by the shelf of soft flesh below.

“Oh, stop the more you protest the cuter you make yourself. I thought we told you, you have to stay with us and be our little doll man. It must be scary to see be in a world where everything is so big but you’ll see it won’t be so bad, poor little thing. Oops!”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Ryan’s cry reverberated through out the room as Christine suddenly had let go of him, allowing him to fall straight down her shirt. She pulled away from her at the opening for her neck and he dropped straight through. He felt her breasts come up fast on either side of him, slowing his decent and then stopping if completely when he was wedged up to his shoulders. His legs hung helplessly underneath her breasts. The fabric of her shirt covered his view, no matter how far back he craned his neck upward he couldn’t see through the neck hole.

“Christine that is so mean. You might scare him to death!”

“I think suffocation is more likely Tori.”

“You couldn’t suffocate a flea in those B cups Christine.”

“You should talk, You probably don’t even wear a bra your tits are so tiny.”

“I do so. It’s a Playtex cross your heart bra for junior misses. I’m just not wearing it now.”

“Well you cracked on my boobs first.”

“Did not!”

“Did too bitch.”

“Stacy tell her to stop. She’s being mean.”

“She started it.”

“I don’t give a shit. Take him out of there and give back.”

“But he hasn’t touched my nipples yet.”

“I don’t care give him back he is mine and Allison’s.”

“Girls please stop fighting over me! I am not anybody’s. Get me out of here right now. Please take me out! Put me down and let me go!”

“Here take him I guess Stacy.”

Stacy reached into Christine’s shirt and pulled him out. She held him up high overhead, watching him struggle as her friends looked on.

“Please you put me down I’m afraid of heights!”

Just then the girls heads turned at the sound of Allison’s door opening, In walked Allison and Sarah. Tori said hi to her older sister as the girls entered.

“Allison I thought you were going to be at the party.”

“I forgot my purse so Sarah and I came back for it. Hi Tori hi Christine.”

“Hi Allison”

Ryan blanched at the sight of a giant Sarah and Allison announcing their presence and striding in. He almost passed out as Stacy swung him down and out toward he older sister. She held him out in front of her from her place on the bed.

“You were right the model house was cool Allison. Look what we found inside. He is sooo awesome isn’t he?”

Sarah dropped her purse to the floor in shock as she spotted the tiny figure dangling between the 15 year olds thumb and forefinger. I was Mr. Wilson, her shop teacher!

“OHMIGAWD! ALLISON LOOK!”

Allison froze as her eyes caught the sight of her helpless shop teacher.

“Oh my god Allison, Sarah thank god you’re here. Please help me I got shrunk today and was in the dollhouse and I need to get to an emergency room pronto but your sister and her friends won’t put me down they won’t let me go. Please Allison, Sarah tell them to let go of me! Tell them to put me down! Help me! Please.”

Allison was absolutely amazed at the tiny sounds coming from the equally amazing sight of her teacher dangling from her younger sister fingers.

“Mr…Wilson?” She gingerly took a step toward the bed.

“It’s me Allison, you’ve got to help me please. I got shrunk somehow and trapped in the model house. Your sister and her friends found me, I’ve got to find a way to get back to normal.”

“Humph. After al that detention you gave now you want my help? Maybe I should leave you with my sister permanently.”

“No please don’t I’m sorry for the detentions. I did give you an A remember?”

“Oh yeah I suppose you did. Still you made us build your stupid dollhouse so I don’t see why you shouldn’t have to live in it forever.”

Dollhouse Blues, Part Two

Copyright 2002 littletoy

May 30 2003 Allison and Sarah stop back 11:00 PM

Sarah dropped her purse to the floor in shock as she spotted the tiny figure dangling between the 15 year olds thumb and forefinger. I was Mr. Wilson, her shop teacher!

“OHMIGAWD! ALLISON LOOK!”

Allison froze as her eyes caught the sight of her helpless shop teacher.

“Oh my god Allison, Sarah thank god you’re here. Please help me I got shrunk today and was in the dollhouse and I need to get to an emergency room pronto but your sister and her friends won’t put me down they won’t let me go. Please Allison, Sarah tell them to let go of me! Tell them to put me down! Help me! Please.”

Allison was absolutely amazed at the tiny sounds coming from the equally amazing sight of her teacher dangling from her younger sister fingers.

“Mr…Wilson?” She gingerly took a step toward the bed.

“It’s me Allison, you’ve got to help me please. I got shrunk somehow and trapped in the model house. Your sister and her friends found me, I’ve got to find a way to get back to normal.”

“Humph. After al that detention you gave now you want my help? Maybe I should leave you with my sister permanently.”

“No please don’t I’m sorry for the detentions. I did give you an A remember?”

“Oh yeah I suppose you did. Still you made us build your stupid dollhouse so I don’t see why you shouldn’t have to live in it forever.”

“Allison, stop being so mean to him. Can’t you see he needs our help?”

“Figures, Sarah, you always did have a crush on him.”

 

“I did not. Leave him alone the poor thing.”

Allison was about to snatch the shop teacher away from her little sister, but Sara, quickly stepped forward and grabbed Mr. Wilson first.  Her long slender fingers quickly wrapped around his midsection, squeezing him firmly in her grasp. Again he kicked and fought with all his might but the young women only smirked in amusement at his struggles. She held him up to her face her lips parted in amazement at the figure in her clutch. He really was Mr. Wilson; only how tiny he was now!

“Please Sarah, help me please god help me. You’ve got to help me get to a hospital! Sarah, no! You’re squeezing me please!”

“Oh Mr. Wilson is it really you? You’re so small! I can hardly hear you your voice is so soft. And I can barely feel you in my hand, you weight like nothing.”

Allison was standing next to Sarah smiling down triumphantly at her former teacher. She wondered what they should do with him. Her sister and her friends were crowded around her friend, reaching out to grab him from Sarah’s grasp. Sarah however wasn’t having any of it.

“You girls leave him alone, you scared him already.”

“We did not. We found him and were just playing with him.” Tori defiantly said to her older sister.

“Sarah please take me away from them please.”

“It’s ok Mr. Wilson, you’re safe now, isn’t he Allison? We promise not to hurt you don’t we?”

“Speak for yourself. I say we flush the little shit!”

“What? NO!”

“Heh just kidding little guy. You’re too cool to flush/”

“Allison! Stop teasing him I swear you are so mean sometimes.”

“I am not. He gave me a detention. Remember?”

“SO?” Sarah instinctively brought the little man against her slender torso. She had on a knee length thin black coat, open in the middle to reveal her black belly shirt and blue jeans. Ryan could feel her small but nicely shaped and firm B cups press against his back as she hugged him like a stuffed teddy bear against the expanse of her chest.

“Look Sarah he makes your breasts huge in comparison!” Giggled Stacy.

“Like you should talk girl.”

“Yes but I’m younger than you. When I’m your age they’ll be bigger right Allison?” Replied Stacy.

“My breasts are now the biggest in the world.” Coos Sarah, looking down at the tiny figure buried between her hands and her bosom. It was only if she concentrated on it that she could feel his tiny struggles against her young slender torso.

Ryan looked around from his position hugged to Sarah’s chest. The soon to be college freshman was practically squeezing the air from his lungs she was holding him so tightly. He could see the smirking face of Allyson just above him, laughing at his predicament. The three younger girls also were close, their fingers reaching in periodically to poke and prod his tiny wriggling figure. For several minutes the room was again silent save for his screams and their giggling response.

“Hey I almost forgot the party!” Said Allison.

“How can we go now?” Replies Sarah.

“Leave him with us, we’ll take care of him!” Offers Stacy, Tory, and Christine in unison.

“Sorry, Mr. Wilson belongs to us.” Asserted Allison.

“We found him.”

“In MY dollhouse.”

“He can come with us to the party Allison.”

“Yeah, good idea Sarah.”

“ITS NOT FAIR! WE FOUND HIM!”

Suddenly Stacy reached forward and plucked the little man from Sarah’s embrace. He gave out a tiny yelp at the swiftness with which he was snatched up. Stacy held him aloft out of Sarah’s desperate reach, high over her head. Not high enough however.

“Dammit Stacy! Let go you’ll hurt him!”

In a flash Stacy felt the tiny teacher removed from her hand, then she was pushed down on the bed as Allison grabbed him away from her little sister. Stacy got off the bed and bolted out of the room sobbing, Tory and Christine in tow trying to console her. The there was the sound of a door slamming down the hall, and Ryan was left alone in the presence of the two smiling 18 year olds. For the first time Allison held his struggling, kicking form up to her excited face. Her fingers constricted slightly around his middle and he hovered uneasily in front of her.

“Well now Mr. Wilson, you seem to need our help. Come with us to the party and well protect you. Later you can go back in your little house and sleep, ok? I bet when you had us build that dollhouse you never thought you’d be an occupant huh?”

“Please Allison, put me down!  Help! I don’t want to go to a party like this!”

“But it’ll be fun. There’ll be beer and music and boys and—“

“Allison are you sure it’ll be alright?” 

“Why not? Why don’t you give Mr. Wilson a ride to the party in your coat pocked Sarah?”

Ryan felt like a trinket as he was handed nonchalantly to Sarah. Once again he felt one set of fingers loosen their grip on his torso just as another set tightened theirs. Sarah held him in front of her lips and regarded him. He was begging, pleading, demanding to be put down, but she paid no mind to that. He seemed so easy to posses like this. She could get used to this.

“Where are you girls taking me?”

“We told you. To a party. Now be a good doll and stay quiet ok? You can ride with me little doll. I’ll carry you in here…”

Against his protests she pulled the left side of her coat away from her. She gently lowered him into the inside pocket, amused at how nicely he fit, the top of his head just under the lip of the pocket. He looked up forlornly at her from inside the pocket, the black cloth of the coat making him seen lost in shadow.

“You look so cute in there! It's like you were made to fit in my pocket you cute little thing.”

“Let me out.”

The light of the room soon was blotted out as Sarah swung the coat back against her. Her bosom quickly filled the opening, eclipsing the light, then smothered him in its soft firmness. He felt shaking thuds as Sarah and Allison headed downstairs and out the door. As they headed down the stairs Ryan felt the pressure of Sarah’s open palm against his back, pushing him face first against her breast. There was room for him to breathe as long as he kept his head to his side, but otherwise the black-haired 5’ 9” slender beauty effectively immobilized him. He felt a severe lurch as she got in the drivers seat of her car. Then the engine started and the vibrations were transferred from Sarah’s breast to his body. He felt her nipple becoming erect right next to where his face was. He tried to reach for it but his arms were pinned down by the side of her jacket stretched against his back. Ryan sighed and pressed his face deep into her soft breast. At least he could try to enjoy the ride…

May 30 2003 11:12 PM The Graduation Party

When Allison and Sarah got back to the party it was in full swing. There must have been several hundred people there; graduating students, parents, a few teachers even. The party was at Rory Stillwell’s parents house. Rory was class president and one of the most popular young women at school. As a reward for having a straight 4.0 GPA and getting into Stanford, her parents let her throw a big graduation party. Ryan himself had been invited, and had intended to stop by at some point, Now for all he knew he was about to become the center of attention. Life of the party. As the girls walked into the house the noise was deafening to Ryan. Papa Roach was screaming from the stereo. And all around him now were the sounds of people. Giant people. The sounds of giant teens and adults, both male and female blended all around him in a cacophony of laughter and gaiety. He heard guys shouting and girls laughing and the loud PSSSSST! sound of a beer can being opened. Ryan buried his head against Sarah’s breast even more, as if it could ward off the dangers he was hearing outside the safety of his pocket.

“I can feel him trying to cower against my boob.”

“Sarah, go find Julie and Betsy. I’ll get Kim. Meet me in the upstairs bathroom in five minutes.” Allison’s words sent a chill down Ryan’s spine. It could only mean that he was about to be displayed like a prize.  Sarah quickly dashed upstairs and into one of the bedrooms. Julie and Betsy were both in there with two other girls. To Sarah hey seemed to be looking at the shoes in Mrs. Stillwell’s closet, admiring them.

“Hey come with me quick.”

“Sarah check out these ‘Fuck Me’ shoes Rory’s mom wears.”

“Fuck that Betsy you have got to see this. Come into the bathroom down the hall NOW! Sarah waited till Betsy made a motion to follow her then hurried down the hall. Betsy and Julie both looked at each other curiously. What was up?

Allison found Kim downstairs in the den talking to Rick Small, the class clown. He was telling her stupid jokes and she was pretending to crack up. She was relieved when he friend Allison hurriedly pulled her away and upstairs.

“Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“Just follow me. COME ON.”

May 30 2003 11:12 PM Second Floor Bathroom, Rory Stillwell’s House

Ryan was still trapped in Sarah’s coat pocket. In all this time she had never opened up her coat to look in on him. He did feel her hand against him several times as if she were reassuring herself he was really in there. He heard the echo of shoes on bathroom tile and the feminine voices. He knew his secret, such as it never was, was about to be blown wide open.

“Sarah, what’s this about?” Betsy quizzed.

“Yeah Sarah, tell her.” Said Allison.

“Tell her what?” Begged Kim.

“Well, you know the model house we built, that Allison took home today?”

‘Yeah, so?” Said Julie.

“Well Allison had to go back to her house, and like when we got to her room her sister Stacy and my sister Tory and Christine their friend were sitting on Allison’s bed and-“

“-and they had Mr. Wilson, the shop teacher. He was in the house.”

“He was in your house? What was he doing there?” Said Kim.

“No no not in my house, my model house. The dollhouse. He was inside and Stacy found him.”

“What?”

“Show them Sarah.”

“Show us what?”

“Hurry up whatever it is. I have to drive back to school tonight. The summer session starts on Monday.”

“Well if you’re in such a hurry Lori you can just take off now.”

“I want to see this, whatever it is.”

From inside the pocket Ryan suddenly felt the pressure released as she swung open her coat again. Her breast separated from the pocket and he squinted as light flooded in. Fresh cold air hit him in the face, and he suddenly realized his face was coated in sweat. But he hardly had time to notice. Looking up out of the pocket he saw the calm face of Sarah smiling down at him gently.

“Are you ok in there Mr. Wilson?”

“Get me out of here.”

Then he noticed looming shapes in the distance coming slowly closer. He knew immediately what was happening as the girls all crept closer to Sarah, peering down into the inside pocket of he coat as she held it open. Ryan saw them looking down on him, looks of incredulity in their sparkling eyes. He could see the other girls in his shop class, Kim, Julie and Betsy moving in close. In front of him was a wall of young women getting closer and closer to his prison. Besides the three girls, Allison and Sarah there were other faces that he didn’t completely recognize. All of them were crowded around his tiny form in the pocket. He could smell the conglomerated odor of all their perfumes and scents they wore. Some of them had been drinking so he could smell the alcohol on their breath. The heat was also on the rise being in the proximity of all these young girls chests.

“Sarah please don’t do this. Don’t show me off like this. Let me out of here.”

“OHMIGOD!”

“Look at him!”

“OHMIGOD!”

“It IS Mr. Wilson. Look how tiny he is!”

“OHMIGOD!”

“HA! He’s turned into a little doll!”

“OHMIGOD”

“Kim if you’re just going to stand there and go ‘OHMIGOD’ you may as well go back downstairs and talk to clown boy.”

“Fuck him this is so much better OHMIGOD!”(giggles)

“Please girls help me, tell her to let me go please I beg you tell her to put me down. I gotta find a cure for this whatever did this to me and I can’t while you girls have me. Put me down and let me go please!”

“Would you like to get out of that pocket my little doll?”

“That’s it girls, I’m changing all your grades from A’s to F’s effective immediately. I can do it to. You JUST FLUNKED SHOP ALL OF YOU! YOU WON’T GRADUATE!”

“Well we can’t have than now little man can we? I guess that just means we’ll have to keep you like this forever and ever. Welcome to your new life as my little doll, Mr. Wilson.”

“Hey he’s OUR doll!” Argues Allison.

“It was a rhetorical question.”

“Please I want to get out of here!”

“Ok littetoy, come on out.”

“I can’t I’ll fall.”

“But it’s only a few feet. Come on.”

“Sarah you’re teasing him.”

“Aw, He’s soooo cute in there.”

“Yeah take him out.”

“Let me out.”

“You’re so helpless aren’t you Mr. Wilson? You need us for everything now don’t you? Aw, come here then.”

Ryan felt his shirt being pinched by the scruff of his neck as Sarah gently lifted him out between her thumb and forefinger. Ryan now was at face lever with the other girls. Then Sarah gently lowered him to the vanity and stood him between the edge of the vanity and the edge of the sink. He looked up and around him. Sarah was towering over him directly in front of the vanity. Off to the side, sitting on the closed toilet seat was Allison. On the other side of Sarah were Kim, Betsy and Julie. There were two other girls sitting on the rim of the bathtub. He suddenly recognized Lori Amstel, a student of his from a couple years back. She was a medium height girl with straight blonde locks that fell to her shoulder and green eyes. Her smile was fetching, with pearly white teeth and soft lips. Teeth that could now chew him like, and lips that could suck him up into her mouth like a category 5 hurricane. He barely had much more time to admire her when Betsy abruptly plucked him from the counter top.

“Hey! No! B-Betsy!”

“Wow you weigh like nothing.”

“Put me down!”

“You are soooo cool. And you are soooo small!”

“Goddammit stop it!”

But the athletic red head wasn’t having any of it. In a matter of seconds he was dangling upside down in her fingers, kicking and punching and connecting with nothing as she examined him from every angle.

“Don’t worry Mr. Wilson, I won’t drop you!”

“Betsy Reynolds of you drop him I will never speak to you again, understand?”

“Ok-whoops!”

Betsy deliberately let go of the flailing Mr. Wilson, he screamed at the top his lungs as he hit the top of he breast, then bounced off of it and right into her other hand. The bathroom erupted in peals of giggly laughter as the girls were amused by his plight. Betsy caught him quickly. Her fingers quickly closed him in a fist and lifted him to her lips.

“Ohhh, Mr. Wilson I am so sorry did I hurt you?” Her tone was slightly condescending, her lips in a little pout.

“You did that on purpose. Girls she dropped me on purpose!”

“I didn’t mean to scare you Mr. Wilson, but you’re just going to have to get used to being tiny in a world full of giants. I think I’ll take you jogging one morning, You can ride in my sports bra, won’t that be fun?”

“You almost killed me. Now you see here, you put me down young lady do you hear me? This isn’t funny. I’m not some toy for you girls to have fun with I’m a-“

“-a teeny tiny little toy doll man, our adorable little pet. That’s what you are!”

“But Betsy please be reasonable, you’re dangerous to me now!”

“Oh come on Mr. Wilson she was just playing.”

The bathroom got hazy and Ryan realized that Lori had lit up a joint and was passing it around to the other girls. Some of the pungent smoke was blown his way and soon he was under the influence of the pot. It made him so horny he wished he could fuck each and every one of these girls, shrunken or not. Then he realized that at his six-inch height even their navels would be too big for him.

Betsy kissed him on the midsection and quickly set him down on the vanity top again. She grabbed the joint and took a drag, then blew the contents down on Ryan. He looked up to see this time Julie reaching for him. He backpedaled to avoid the pretty cheerleader’s fingers and fell backward down into the sink. This caused the girls to laugh even louder. He looked up helplessly at Julie. One arm reaching for him, a plastic cup of beer in the other, She was looking straight down at him, her slender arm extending down to pluck him from the bottom of the sink. Just then Betsy accidentally bumped her arm while handing the joint over to Kim. Julie’s arm lurched forward, dumping the whole cup of lukewarm beer over into the sink, directly over Ryan’s head. Julie’s beer cascaded down like Niagara Falls, soaking his clothes and hair. As bummed and uncomfortably physically he had been was nothing compared to right now. Their booming laughter caused his ears to ache as he wiped the beer from his eyes. His clothes smelled and were dripping. He shook his fist angrily up at Julie as she took the joint from Kim and took a hit. That done she passed it back to Lori and returned her attention to her now soaking new pet.

“Hey you bitch you dropped your beer on me. You’ve ruined my clothes! I stink like beer. I -”

PSSSSSSSHHHHHHHTT! Julie reached down, not for him but for the faucet handle. Ryan suddenly was knocked over by the blast of water from the tap.

“There you go, no more beer! I washed it off,”

“Julie turn it off you’ll drown him.” Pleaded Sarah.

“There you go little man. All clean.” Giggled Julie.

“I’m still soaking wet.”

“He’s right guys. Lets help him dry off.”

Julie then leaned over into the sink so her bright face was only a foot or so away. She puckered her lips and started blowing on him.

“Hey that’s neat.”

“Let me try.”

“Me too.”

Just like that the five girls all crouched down over the sink, puckered their lips and blew on Ryan. To him it was like being in a wind tunnel as they blew on him from all directions. Lori and the other girl stayed on the edge of the tub, finishing the joint. They giggled at the girls attempts at a blow dry. After a few minutes the girls ran out of breath or were laughing too hard to continue. Ryan was no longer dripping, just damp all over. While they had blown on him their mighty breath did dry his hair fairly well. He could smell a mixture of mint and beer from their breath as they blew on him. He though about how powerful their breath was now to him at his new tiny dimension. Any one of them could blow him over like a feather.

Finally Julie reached for him once again.  He felt himself raised up into the air, his legs dangling helplessly from the bottom of her fingers, Her minty breath washed over him as she blew his hair playfully, then smoothed it back with her index fingertip of her free hand.

“Hello Mr. Wilson, gosh you sure have changed. Remember when you ordered us around? Bet that isn’t gonna happen any time soon is it? Just you wait until I get you alone Mr. I’ll show you who’s the boss now.”

Ryan was going to say he could still order them about whenever the hell he felt like it but it seemed ridiculous to say as he was grabbed by Kim from Julie’s hands. The held him at arms length for a minute, studying him, then she instinctively lowered him down against her chest, crushing him into the top of her left breast. Ryan felt her whole body rock gently as she hugged him to her.

“Just look at you now Mr. Wilson, so tiny and helpless. Tsk. Tsk. What should we do with you?”

“Yeah, what SHOULD we do with him?” Reiterated Betsy.

“He’ll come home and stay in his little house tonight. And you girls can come over and play with him and borrow him any time you want.” Said Allison. “But we may have to let my little sister Stacy and Sara’s sister Tori in on it because they already saw him.”

“You girls can’t treat me like this, you are not to treat me like a doll, I am a man please let me down, Put me down and let me go. Kim put me down.”

“Hmmmm ok.”

She swiftly set the tiny man down on the tile floor between her feet. He looked around to a forest of tree trunk legs and feet. The pair nearest to him was Kim’s. He looked up to see her long legs taper into a slender waist and then flare you again at her chest. Her hands were on her hips, looking down at him. She raised one sandal-clad foot up and slammed it down next to him.

“Kiss my big toe Ryan.” She ordered.

 

“Oh that is so mean. I like it.” Laughed Allison.

“Now way I am kissing your toe Kim. Girls stop this nonsense immediately. I know this must be fun for you but this is serious. I’ve shrunk and I don’t want to be like this permanently. Once of you has to help me, not make me kiss your toes and other stuff-“

WHAM! Kim’s other foot slammed down next to him, this time the force of he foot hitting the floor knocked him off his feet. He fell forward on top of her foot and began stroking and kissing the top of her foot, then worked his way down to her toe. He kissed her toe and rubbed his body over it as best he could. He started putting everything he had into it but it wasn’t enough. Kim flicked hum away with little effort. He rolled across the floor and began running away from Kim toward the two girls sitting on the edge of the tub. Lori tracked his movement toward him and he stopped just in front of her. He barely came up to her ankle as she bent down from her perch on the edge of the tub. Her blond hair hung down around her face as she studied him.

Ryan watched in fear as the 20-year-old college sophomore looked at him.  She was wearing a Stanford U. T- Shirt and short shorts that showed off her smooth tan legs. Like some of the other girls she had on sandals. Ryan heard the plop of the sandal hitting the floor as she slipped it off her foot. She slowly lifted her leg and extended it out over Ryan.

“Don’t worry little guy, I’m not going to hurt you, it’s just…you are so cool I gotta do this,”

Ryan was terrified as her foot came down over him. He could see she was being gentle but still she was 60 foot tall and her foot was longer than his whole body. She giggled as she playfully flicked him with her big toe, sending him sprawling. He ended up face up just in front of the tub; his hands cringing in fear ash the underside of her foot came down closer and closer. He tried to back away, but he found he had lost the strength, or perhaps the will, to move.

“No Lori! Lori! Lori! Please help me help me somebody please make her stop don’t squish me please!”

“Lori, don’t! You’ll hurt him.”

“No I’m not. He’s just so cute I can’t resist. Sorry little fella, I’ll make it up to you I promise.”

Lori’s sole came gently to rest on top of his tiny body. His tiny screams came from his head, which was poking out from between her big toe and second toe. She carefully wiggled her toes over him and he squirmed. She loved the feeling of feeling him squirm under her foot. It was unlike anything she had felt before; She felt her nether regions becoming moist. After a few minutes of holding him down under her foot she released him and slipped her foot back on her sandal.

Suddenly there was a banging on the door.

May 30 2003 11:49 PM Second Floor Bathroom, Rory Stillwell’s House

“LADIES OUT OF THE BATHROOM RIGHT NOW!!! I DON’T WANT ANY POT SMOKING IN THIS HOUSE.”

“SHIT! Mr. Stillwell!” There was a sudden flurry of action as the girls all rushed for the door. If flew open with a puff of smoke straight out of a Cheech and Chong movie and everyone rushed outside hoping to avoid the angry looks of Mr. Stillwell. In the commotion that ensued Lori couldn’t resist scooping up Mr. Wilson in her clutch, her fingers closed around his head and torso, muffling his screams. Legs kicking, she popped him down her bra, tucking him in between her boobs.

“Hey! No! Lori! Where are you taking me! Let me go! Put me down! Put me down! Put me down! Helppppppmmmmmmmfffpppp!”

Ryan was again immobile against the breasts of a beautiful young woman. Only Lori had a larger 34C cup. The skin of Lori’s breasts was soft to the touch as he struggled in vain for his freedom.

The girls all piled out of the bathroom and down the stairs past the angry Mr. Stillwell, stoned and laughing all the way. At the bottom of the stairs Allyson heads to the back patio and the girls all follow, but Lori hung back. When the girls had disappeared she made a beeline for the front door. Ryan felt himself being carried away from the party house as the music faded to a dull thudding. He heard the jangling of car keys as Lori quickly unlocked the door and started the engine even before the door was closed. Her tires made a squealing noise as she pulled out from the driveway onto the street. She plucked the tiny man from her bra and set up down on the seat next to her.

“Hey why did you do that? Where are you taking me Lori? Take me back! Take me back! Let me go!”

“Let you go? But you’re so tiny! You’re coming back to school with me my doll. I’m attending summer classes and it’s boring in the summer so you can keep me company and ease the boredom. I have a real nice dollhouse at my house we can stop along the way. I know it’s late but it’s only a three-hour drive and with you to keep me company I won’t fall asleep. Just you wait Mr. Wilson, you’re going to like being my pet, you’ll see. Just wait till my friends get a look at you. They are going to love you!”

 

June 1 2003 2:49 AM Back Patio, Rory Stillwell’s House

“OK EVERYBODY GO HOME! THE PARY IS OVER”

“Daddy!”

“What precious, its almost 3AM.”

Sarah and Allison are slumped in a drunken stupor on a chaise lounge. Betsy and Julie were on the lounge chair next to them. Kim was nowhere to be found but was last seen heading out with class clown boy not long after the bathroom incident.

At the sound of Mr. Stillwell’s bellowing Sarah wakes up. She nudges Allison who stirs out of her drunken sleep-stupor. In the house the sound of a vacuum cleaner whines as the cleanup begins.

“I gotta get home. I’m tired”

“Yeah me too.”

“Sarah do you have the Mr. Wilson in your coat pocket?”

“No I thought you did.”

“WHAT? I thought you had him.”

“SHIT!”

“Betsy! Julie! Get UP! OH NO!”

“Huh? What is it?”

“We can’t find Mr. Wilson!”

“I haven’t seen him since shwe were all in the bathroom but that wash hourssshh ago.”

“He could be in the housh I have to find him?”

“I’ll help Sarah.”

“Me too.”

“Hey in there, STOP THAT VACUUM!”

“Young lady, you are drunk, all of you are. Now go home already!”

“We’re looking for your teashur!”

“Hey Sarah” asks Allison, “Where’s Lori Amstel?”

“I shink she drove back to her univershittty.” Sarah slurs. She is on the verge of tears.

“What school does she go to?”

“We have no idea Sarah.”

“Yeah me neither.”

By the time it’s irrelevant. Ryan Wilson is already asleep in his new home; A small plastic dollhouse that sits on Lori Amstel’s nightstand, on the third floor of the Delta Theta Delta sorority. The attractive, 20 year old college sophomore sleeps peacefully, dreaming of the things she has in store for her new tiny companion.

TBC…

Dollhouse Blues, Part Three

Copyright 2002 littletoy

June 1 2003 12:09 AM, Lori Amstel’s Car Hidden Valley, CA.

Ryan Wilson was fast asleep. After the physical ordeal he had endured he felt like he could sleep for a week. His skin was bruised in places and his muscles were sore from the rough handling of the young women. It hadn’t even been a day since he was shrunk and trapped in the senior girls shop class project, but it felt like an eternity as he so far had been ogled and handled by ten different young women.

Then the 5’ 4” 20 year old blond girl had snatched him in a moment of confusion and spirited him away to an unknown University hours from Hidden Valley. He had begged and pleaded with her in the car all the way from the party house where he had been kidnapped up to the point she had pulled in the back parking lot of the Sorority. Lori had paid the doll-man’s protests no mind at all. Although she vaguely realized he was a real person his size made him seem almost like a possession or a thing to be had. Seeing the other girls in the bathroom react to his tiny presence she realized that having a tiny pet man might be kind of cool. So she took him for herself, for her and her friends’ amusement. She turned up the car stereo, partly to drown out his squeaks and partly too keep herself from falling asleep in the middle of the night. When he tried to climb down from the front seat and onto the floor she decided that wouldn’t do, so she plucked him up and opened up her armrest. It opened up in the middle for a storage compartment.

“In you go pet, this ought to hold you.”

“Lori no please don’t put me in there! Lemme goooooooo!”

She laid him carefully inside and quickly closed the open half of the armrest down on top of the bottom half. She didn’t close the top completely, but let the two halves rest on each other with out clicking them together. This way he could have some fresh air. Then she laid her arm on top. He reached up and braced his hands against the top of the armrest and pushed. He couldn’t budge the thing even a tiny fraction of an inch.

Ryan was on his back. He looked up to see her looming torso, and above it her smirking face peering down on him, then the top half of the armrest closed over him. It was almost like being in a coffin, he imagined. Only the loud music and Lori’s singing along with it broke the illusion of being dead. Eventually, exhausted, sore and numb from the rough handling he had experienced caused him to fall into a deep sleep.

He hadn’t even wakened when she stopped at her house to get her old plastic dollhouse for him. It was just the right size for her nightstand, she had thought to herself as she carried it quickly out to her car. It was a dollhouse she had from her days as a little girl. Her mother had saved it for some reason; if she only knew what use her daughter was putting it to now! The idea of someone actually living in it and at her disposal made Lori flush with excitement. She thought about her little captive constantly during the ride back to school. She lifted up the armrest several times to make sure he was ok and was relieved to see him sound asleep. She could even make out his faint snores when she turned the radio down.

It was almost 3:00 AM when she pulled into the sorority parking lot. The fact that most of the girls had already left for the summer recess made things less complicated. There were only a dozen or so girls living in the house over the summer, and they were spread out over the three floor of the rambling old house. She pulled the keys out of the ignition and opened the car door. She slowly pulled open the armrest and slid her palm under the body of her sleeping captive. When she realized it was going to take both hands to carry the dollhouse in she gently slipped the tiny man down her cleavage, trapping him in her bra between her 34B cups. He was so tired he slept the whole time in her bra as she fetched the dollhouse from the back seat and carried it and him inside. The warmth from her bosom put him in an even deeper sleep so he didn’t wake from the jarring of her legs as she trudged up the stairs to her room. The plastic doll furniture rattled softly inside the house as she carried the dollhouse.

Lori’s room was actually a double, all the way at the end of the left wing of the third floor. Normally there would be almost 30 girls on the floor but she was the only one in it during the summer, save for. Most of the other girls also took doubles and triples and stretched out, taking advantage of the extra space.  Lori would have preferred not being there at all this summer, but she was determined to get her English and Science requirements out of the way early, and besides she liked not living under her parents’ roof. She also had a summer job working at a local Sporting goods store. Lori was an athletic young woman who was on both the Volleyball and Field Hockey teams. Her friends on the Field Hockey team referred to her as “Amstel Light” because she was so quick on her feet.

Lori closed the door to her room and set the dollhouse down on her bed, then proceeded to clear off her nightstand. She carefully arranged the doll furniture in the dollhouse and got a handkerchief for a blanket and set it on the doll bed. When this was done she put the dollhouse on the nightstand and turned it so the open back side was facing her as she sat on the side of her bed. Then she reached down her bra and extracted the tiny sleeping man. She held him up to her face for a few minutes and studied him carefully in the silence of her room 

As he lay on her flat palm he stirred slightly and Lori yawned. She gently deposited him on the bed inside the dollhouse. Although from the outside it looked like a two level colonial style home in reality the dollhouse was just one big room on the inside with lots of windows since it was made to look like two floors. Lori had carefully set the bed down in the corner and had also put in a plastic table, chair, and dresser with painted on drawers. There were no closets or bathrooms or electricity the way there was in the model house the girls had built and everything was cold, hard and plastic. Lori thought she’d better find a nicer place for him but that could wait. Right now she was exhausted from the long drive and wanted to sleep. She covered him with her clean handkerchief, and then pushed the open backside flush against the wall. The only way out of the house was through the front door that was open to a thirty-foot drop for a six-inch man. To be safe she took a piece of scotch tape and stuck it across the plastic front door. That should hold him until morning, she thought, as she got ready for bed.

If Ryan had been awake he might have been treated to quite a spectacle as Lori stripped off her clothes. Down to her bra and panties she walked over to her dresser and opened up the top drawer. She selected a pale red T-Shirt and unclasped her. She put the T-Shirt on and walked over to her bed. Lori bent over the dollhouse and peered inside. She blew a kiss in at its sleeping occupant, then turned off the lamp and got in bed.

June 1 2003 8:49 AM, Lori Amstel’s room, third floor, Delta Theta Delta sorority. Fresno State University, Fresno, CA.

Ryan had been asleep for hours now. He dreamed he was in his house, sitting on his favorite chair, watching football, drinking a beer. There were beautiful young women serving him bowls of pretzels and potato chips and tacos as he watched the game. Then the TV sparked up and exploded as his house was shaken to the foundation by a jackhammer noise that started and stopped every few seconds. He couldn’t believe there was construction going on in his neighborhood on a Sunday. What the fuck? He’d better go out there and tell those assholes to cut it out. The jackhammer noise started up again and then stopped. It did this on and off and on and off and on and off.

Ryan sat up in bed and looked around. He was in a huge room. He felt the stiffness in his back and groaned. The bed he was lying on was as hard as a rock. He was covered with a coarse linen cloth that seem strangely out of place, even though it was perfect size for his bed. There was a table and chair across the room, and a cheap looking dresser. He could see a door opposite his bed, and strangest of all, there were four sets of window all on the far wall as was the door. There were curtains on the windows that allowed the some light to filter through. The whole room seemed odd and antiseptic. The bed underneath him felt strangely like…plastic? Oh well maybe was dreaming. That’s it. A dream. He really was in his room at home. Or maybe he was in that little Bed and Breakfast in Sonoma he had read about last month in some magazine. The sparseness of his surroundings was deliberately designed for maximum head clearing value, some sort of updated feung shui. His thoughts were interrupted by the jackhammer noise again…

Lori knocked gently on the roof of the dollhouse again. She was hoping to wake him before she just reached in and plucked him from the dollhouse. She wanted ever so much to see his reaction to his new reality.

“Little maaaannnn…Wake up sleepy head. Did you have a good night’s sleep?”

“Who said that?”

“I did. Get up. It’s almost 9 AM. I have to be at work in a couple of hours and we don’t have much time.”

“Just leave me alone. Five more minutes ma.”

Ryan heard deep breathing noises, and there was a feminine voice speaking all around him, but he couldn’t see from where. Then he suddenly remembered the events of the past 16 hours. He bolted out of the bed and ran to the window. He knew what he was going to see but he whipped the curtain back anyway. There hovering in front of him was a moon, only it was as blue as the ocean. Then the moon moved slightly and hovered to the left, and soon a second moon came into view, just as crystal blue. Each moon had a thin wisp of comet tail over it, and patches of cream and strips of red and white as the moons hovered back and forth his window, up and down.

“Do you like your new home? It just your size.” (Giggles)

“What is this? What kind of cockamamie Inn is this?”

The voice rumbled throughout the room again, and the moons and the cream patches and strips of red and white receded slightly until Ryan could see they were not moons at all, but eyes. He was looking at a face looking in at him. A face with blue eyes and thin manicured eyebrows, straight blond hair and plush red lips and white teeth.

It was the face of Lori Amstel. Lori was a beautiful college sophomore who had once been a student at the school where he taught shop. Her normally straight blond hair was tangled and her eyes were still heavy lidded with sleep. Ryan couldn’t help notice her once cute slender figure under her T-Shirt. She was bent over the dollhouse, standing and looking down through the windows of the front side.

“Don’t you remember me Mr. Wilson? It’s me, Lori. Lori Amstel. I saw you at the party last night and you were so cute so I snuck you out with me. Now you’re in my room at my sorority house. You’re mine, isn’t that great? We’ll have so much fun together, you’ll see.”

Ryan looked up at the massively cute face of Lori. Then he turned and tried to hide in panic from her gaze. There were no other rooms or closets to hide so he attempted to dive under the bed. He could hear her stifle a laugh as she watched his tiny legs protrude from under the bed. When he realized that he was still exposed to her view he jumped on the bed and pulled the covers over himself and just sat there.

“Go away. This is humiliating. Leave me alone please Lori, I am begging you.”

“Come out here little Ryan doll. I want to talk to you.”

“No!”

“Please come here. I won’t hurt you I promise.”

“NO!”

“Awww c’mon, little Mr. Wilson, don’t be like that. I just wanted to get to know you a little better, that’s all.” (giggles)

“Get away, this is all a bad dream. I am going to wake up and this will all be over.”

“Ok then, have it your way tiny.”

Lori sat down on the edge of the bed and reached for the sides of the tiny house.

Ryan suddenly heard a grinding noise. The chair and the dresser fell over and the wall next to his bed swung away as Lori turned the open rear side of the plastic house toward her and the bed. She leaned in close so her face filled the side where the wall had been. Ryan peeked out from under the handkerchief to see her slender fingers reaching out for him. Lori noticed his tiny frightened face peer out from under he handkerchief.

“Peek a boo, I see youuuuu.” She sang.

She brought her hand up and quickly reached in, grabbing the tiny figure cowering under the handkerchief. Ryan kicked and fought her as she brought him up to her face. She gently pinched the handkerchief and stripped it away, leaving him uncovered and vulnerable in her grip.

“HA! I Gotcha now! I win! You’re mine! Heh heh, this is way cool.”

“Put me down! Put me down! Please young lady! Let me down! Lori please let me go.”

“Awww you are just so cute. You’re my adorable little toy doll man and this is your new home. Welcome to the Delta Theta Delta house; I like here, and so do you now!”

“But this is kidnapping! Its illegal! Release me at once do you hear? Put me down!”

“Put you down? Don’t be silly. You’re so tiny! You can’t very well go anywhere like you are now. You’re just a little action figure, that’s all. So you have to stay with me and be my little doll and I will take care of you, ok?”

She was holding him up to her plush lips as she spoke, her breath washing over him as she constricted her fingers around his middle for effect.

“But I am a real person! I have rights! You can’t treat me like this please. I’m Mr. Wilson the shop teacher at Hidden Valle HS!”

“No you WERE the shop teacher at Hidden Valley HS. Now you’re my new little pet. You may have been a normal person once but now you belong to me, understand?”

“But- but- but I’m STILL a free person.”

“Oh whatever little man. You’re only six inches tall and you want to tell me you’re free? That’s the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. You’re too little to be a free man, you must have been shrunk so you could be Allison and Sarah’s but now you’re mine forever. Come up on the bed with me ok? I have a couple of hours before I have to go to work and we can get better acquainted.”

“Awww, please Lori you know who I am! It was an accident! You’ve got to help me. PUT ME DOWN DAMMIT YOU'RE SQUEEZING ME!”

Suddenly Mr. Wilson experienced a swift trip downward as Lori set him down on the floor in front of the nightstand. He looked up at the twin pillars of her slender legs as they rose up before him. She straightened up again, so that she was staring down at him over her breasts. She noted with glee how he didn’t even come up much past her ankle.

Ryan stared up at the giant coed. She had as of yet made no move to harm him, but had indeed established her physical superiority over him almost immediately. He was just a toy for her, and there was nothing he could do about being at the mercy of her whims. He suddenly was struck with a force against his back that sent him sprawling on his stomach. Lori had easily lifted up her foot and swung it behind him and flicked him down with her big toe squarely in his back.

“Ooof! Lori!”

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He tried to get up but found himself held firmly in place face down on the carpeting.  Her foot was spread out over his back, trapping him against the floor.”

“Let me up goddamit!”

“Say please.”

“Please! OK!”

“You’re voice is so faint and squeaky. I can’t hear you.”

“I said please!”

“What was that doll?”

“Please…Please…PLEASE!”

“That’s better.”

The pressure was lifted. Almost immediately Ryan got up and bolted for the closed door. Maybe he could somehow slip underneath, even though clearly he was too big. Still as he darted between her legs he figured he might was well try or be her prisoner forever.

“Now don’t be silly Mr. Wilson. You aren’t going anywhere unless I let you. You’re Lori’s now so you better get used to it.

Lori took one giant step over Ryan as he reached the foot of the bed. She bent down and snagged him off the floor with little effort. His legs were still churning as if he were still running. She swung him up in front of her face, stood up to her full height and beamed triumphantly.

“I said Lori let me go! I AM real dammit. You heard it from the girls last night, remember?”

“Oh I think Allison and Sarah where just kidding about you being real. They were drunk. Yeah, that’s it. Whoever heard of a person just shrinking like that? And anyway ok so what if you are real? That doesn’t change anything you’re still mine understand? Little people like yourself shouldn’t be running around on your own it’s too dangerous. I’ll take good care of you though little Ryan. My friends and I will take good care of you, yes we will. You’re the cutest thing anyone’s ever seen and they’re going to flip over you! Now be nice while I look at you.” 

“Over my dead body you brat!”

“Now be nice Mr. Wilson…”

He found himself tossed casually onto the bed. Ryan screamed as he sailed the length of the bed and hit the pillow. He bounced off the pillow and slid down to the surface of the bed just as Lori pulled off her shirt and dropped it to the floor. He looked out over the bed in awe as her long legs, flat stomach, and perfect breasts were exposed to him. She was wearing only her panties and seemed none to concerned about being near naked in front of an older guy.

“Sorry Mr. Wilson, I guess I didn’t realize how you weight like nothing. You sailed on me. Guess I’ll have to be more careful next time.”

She climbed on the end of the bed and crawled up the length toward the tiny figure cowering in front of her pillow. Her shadow spread out slowly over his position at the head of her bed, darkening his vision as she loomed on all fours over him. She smirked as he frantically tried to hide by burrowing under the pillow but it was too late, he was caught. Still, he managed to make it far enough so that only his feet from the ankles down poked out from under the pillow. To Lori’s sharp eye it was more than enough to home in on her tiny prey.

As soon as Lori reached the head of the bed she reached out and caught his right foot between her index and middle finger. Ryan felt himself being dragged out from under the pillow. In seconds she had him dangling upside down next to her face as she lay on her side. She swung him back and forth a bit just to make him a bit more nervous than he already was, then lowered him down to the bed and quickly covered him with her palm, trapping him between her hand and the bed.

Ryan looked up at Lori helpless and nervous. Her fingers were pressing him down against the bed. He looked up at her small breasts dangling nearly over him. 

“Are you going to let me up?”

“Are you going to behave and let me play with my new little living doll?”

“I am going to stand up for my rights. Let me stand up so I can stand up for my rights!”

“You do just that. Meanwhile I am going to check you out some more. Now come here and hold still while I look at you.”

“Awww Lori-“

“Awww little man!”

Lori swung her legs up on the bed and lay back against her pillows. She held Ryan suspended above her chest while she talked with him.

“Why do you keep shouting for me to put you down? Don’t you like me?”

“I don’t really know Lori. I just get so scared being this tiny and all. You don’t know what it’s like being in a world of giants.”

“But I’m not a giant. I’m only 5’ 4”.”

“But to me that’s over 50 feet tall.”

“Oh wow. I guess I didn’t think of it that way. It must be scary to see ordinary everyday things real big. I guess you’ll just have to get used to it since I’m keeping you.”

“Will you reconsider?”

 

“Um…no.”

She was absentmindedly turning and twisting him this way and that as she deflected his feeble arguments

“Why not?”

“Because I like you this way, and you’re kind of unique. I want to be the only girl with her own little man.”

 She enjoyed the ease with which her fingers could pinch and grab his thrashing limbs as he struggled for freedom in he clutch. He was hers and that was that as far as she was concerned. She dangled him head first over her open mouth, then without really paying attention to what she was doing stuck her tongue out so it greeted the top of his head as she playfully teased him.

“Help Lori what are you doing? Put me down! Put me down do you hear? I demand it put me down!”

“Awww does my cute little toy want down? Ok then here you go!” (Giggles)

Lori gently dropped him on her stomach. The heat from her skin warmed his feet as he attempted to remain standing on her stomach. It wasn’t easy as her talking and giggling made her stomach ripple with laughter. He was about to fall face forward but she snatched him quickly in her fist before he could land on her tummy. He found himself floating back to her face but she dropped him in her cleavage before he made it there. Her lips formed a pout as she started talking again.

“Now be a good pet and help me get warm. My breasts are cold can you help me warm them up little doll? I know you can c’mon it’ll be fun. Feel how soft they are.”

Not waiting for an answer her palm came down to cover him up, trapping him between her cleavage and her hand. Her fingers began stroking his backside has he was held immobile in her cleavage. He thought he could detect the scent vanilla as he was pressed into her smooth creamy skin. He could feel and hear rumblings from below and realized she was cooing and murmuring to him, only the sound vibrations were like being in the front row of a rock concert.

After several minutes of this she picked him up again and turned to lie on her side. The loose folds of her sheets spread out on the bed in comfortable looking bunches under him. She held him just under her lips and smiled at him. Ryan smiled back until he saw the fingers of her free hand glide toward him and he instantly knew what she had in mind. He started struggling again but it was too late as her fingers tightened their grip around his middle encasing his lower half but leaving him uncovered and twisting from the waist up. She pinched the hem of his shirt between her thumb and forefinger. She cautioned him softly before pulling the shirt over his head.

“Hold still, I don’t want to hurt you ok?”

“Please Lori, don’t do this, I don’t want to get stripped, I don’t want you to see me naked like this its totally humiliating! Don’t strip me. Please put me down and stop this nonsense OK? I will do anything else but don’t strip me naked like a doll please.”

“But I have to know if you’re real all over. C’mon don’t be shy for your new owner. It’ll be fun I promise.”

“Give me my shirt back.”

“I’ll put your clothes in your house so you can have them later.”

She gently dropped the shirt to the bed below him, and then reached for him with her free hand and this time gripped the upper half of his torso. She pinned his bare arms to his sides, and her fist closed around his head as well, blinding him. His legs dangled and he suddenly felt something tug his right shoe off, then his left one.

“Good thing you have on Docksiders. They’re easy to slip off your little feet.”

“Mfffffffffpt!”

Ryan next felt her thumb and forefinger pinch his toes and strip off one sock, then the next.

“Are those Levi’s Dockers your wearing? Let me see they look so cute on you…”

“Mffffffffpt!”

“Take them off you? Ok little doll, if you insist!”

Ryan felt an irresistible force tug at his trouser leg, causing his pants to slip off down his waist a bit. He wanted to hitch his pants up but they were pinned to his side. As she slipped his other trouser leg off he kicked but all that did was loosen them till they slid down off him easily. He felt the cold air hit his legs as she held his pants up for inspection.

“Oooo they are Dockers. These are soooo adorable. Now I can see you for real.”

 

Lori opened up her fist and held Ryan just under her face. Lying on her side on the bed, she brought up her free hand to gently stroke and pet him like a little kitten. Ryan saw the wall of flesh come ever closer as Lori instinctively brought him against her chest again. He pleaded with her not to do anything with him but she heeded him no mind. She placed his head even with her nipple and pressed his head against it, urging him on with her index finger to the back of his head. He finally got the idea of what she wanted him to do and gave in. He began sucking, kissing, biting and anything else he could thing of doing to her nipple as eh lost control of his urges and began working he nipple frantically. A soft moan that escaped her lips told him he was doing a good job. Even though he was shrunk here he was still capable of giving pleasure to a woman.

Lori was getting bored. Although he was trying with all his might to stimulate her she could only barely feel his efforts. Her nipples did get hard to his touch but she needed something else. Without warning she dropped him. He yelled as he bounced off one breast and landed in heap before her.

“Hey!”

“Oops, sorry doll.”

“Sorry my ass you did that on purpose.”

“I did not. Take that back.”

“What?”

“You take that back. I did not do it on purpose.” (giggles)

“You so did. This isn’t funny!”

“You should see it from my perspective. Its positively hilarious.”

Lori then lowered herself over him. He saw with terror her 34B cups drop on either side of him, leaving his head sticking out between her cleavage and the bed.

“You’re….crushing…me….going to…pass…out…”

“Give up little man. Say when.”

“When.”

“What? I didn’t here you.”

“WHEN!”

“But you look so cool trapped in there I’ll just keep you like that until I have to go get up to go to work in a little while.”

“LORI!”

“Mmmmm…..zzzzzzzzzz.”

“Lori WAKE UP! HELP SOMEBODY PLEASE!…mmmmmfffffffpt”

That was all he could get out before Lori leaned on him, her breasts pushing the air from his lungs and causing him to pass out….

June 1 2003 9:57 AM, Sara Black’s house, Hidden Valley, California

RIIIIING!!!

“Hello?

“Tori, It’s Allison, get your sister.”

“‘K. SARAH!!!!! TELEPHONE ITS ALLISON!!!!”

“Hello.” (Sarah answers the phone. She sounds upset, like she’s been crying)

“I think I know what happened. It was that bitch Lori Amstel. She swiped him after we got stoned in the bathroom.”

“But how will we ever get him back Allison?”

“I found out from her sister she’s at Fresno State attending summer classes. She’s living in a sorority house.”

“We HAVE to rescue Mr. Wilson.”

“Why? So you can have him yourself?”

“Ummm…maybe.”

“Fair enough, he should be ours since we found him. And I hate to see my dollhouse go to waste without him living there.”

“Let’s go get him.”

“I don’t have a car. My parents are going out and so are Julie and Betsy’s. Kim says she can get the car but not till tomorrow afternoon. Her parents would kill her if she knew she was thinking of driving all the way to Fresno State.”

“We HAVE to rescue him, the poor little thing. Who knows what Lori and her sorority sisters will do with him.”

“Probably the same things you want to do with him.”

“Let’s get everyone together and get him tomorrow then.”

“Ok I’ll tell Kim to pick us up at your house tomorrow at noon. If we can find him quickly enough we can be back by late afternoon or early Sunday evening.”

“Tell her to bring the new Enrique Iglesias CD.”

“Yeah I love that too. I will bye.”

“Bye.”

June 1 2003 11:19 AM, Lori Amstel’s room, third floor, Delta Theta Delta sorority. Fresno State University. Fresno, CA

Ryan slept peacefully. He had awoken a couple of minutes earlier and realized Lori had placed him back in his dollhouse bed and pushed the house against the wall. He was still trapped high up on her nightstand. He looked out and could see Lori was gone.

He had remembered her saying something about going to work but he was so groggy from his ordeal that he barely remembered anything she had said. She had awaked after snoozing in bed to find him still trapped between her breasts and the bed. Fearing she had crushed him she flipped over on her back and set him on her stomach. The gentle rise and fall of her breathing shook him back into consciousness. Seeing he was unharmed she snatched him aloft again and kissed his bare chest and face.

He was still wearing his underwear and she was about to remove them when she looked at the clock and saw that she had to be at work in a half hour. With a look of displeasure she set him down in his dollhouse bed. There would be time enough for more examinations later, she thought.

“Now be good while I’m away at work, OK little doll?”

Hearing no response she leaned into the dollhouse. She could see he was fast asleep. The poor little guy was exhausted, she thought. Better he rest up. Tonight he would need all his energy when she showed him off to her friends.

She quickly showered and dressed for work, trying to think of excuses to leave early; She was sick, her family was sick, her little man was sick…

Ryan barely heard the slam of her door as she left for her shift. An he barely noticed a half hour later when he heard the door open up and a voice, unfamiliar to his ears call out:

“Hey Lori are you here? I need to borrow one of your tops. I have a date with Brad tonight and I was wondering if your blue one was clean…Lori?”

In his dollhouse, Ryan woke with a start. Someone was in the room!

 

Dollhouse Blues, Part Four

Copyright 2002 littletoy

June 1 2003 11:19 AM, Lori Amstel’s room, third floor, Delta Theta Delta sorority. Fresno State University. Fresno, CA

“Hey Lori are you here? I need to borrow one of your tops. I have a date with Brad tonight and I was wondering if your blue one was clean…Lori?”

In his dollhouse, Ryan woke with a start. He was back in his dollhouse, on his bed still in only his underwear. Someone was in the big room beyond his tiny realm.

He heard the sounds of someone walking about. He quickly realized it was one of his captors sorority sisters but otherwise had no idea who it was. He had never heard her voice before and he dared not creep toward his dollhouse window lest he be spotted. He dreaded the moment when she realized the dollhouse was a new addition to her friend’s room, and went over to inspect it closer. Thinking ahead he quickly jumped from the bed and grabbed his clothes. He dressed faster than he ever had before, then he frantically ran back under the covers.

“Hmmm…she must have left for work already. I guess she wouldn’t mind if I borrowed it anyway.”

Cowering in his doll bed, Ryan heard the giantess move about the room, her footsteps reverberating slightly throughout the dollhouse. H heard the sound of a dresser drawer being opened, and then the sound of fabric being slid against itself. Ryan couldn’t help himself. He was too intrigued to remain hiding. He had to find out what was going on so he quietly slipped out of bed and crept over to the window. The curtains were drawn so he had push them open at the middle, and then he looked out the dollhouse window over the vast expanse of the giant Lori Amstel’s bedroom.

There across the room was a girl who definitely was not Lori. Unlike Lori she was not a blond, her auburn hair fell behind her shoulders in straight waves. She was much taller than Lori too. Ryan estimated her height at around 5’ 7” or 5’ 8”. She was standing in front of Lori’s dresser, her back to Ryan and his dollhouse.  She had on a pair of gym shorts and a T-Shirt with her D T D in Greek letters on the front. He saw her arms cross and lift up her shirt and drop it to the bed behind her without really looking.

Ryan gasped. The girl wasn’t wearing a bra. Even though her back was turned to him he could see the outlines of her breasts jut out on each side. She had larger breasts than Lori did he could see that right away. He traced the smooth lines of her bare back and well rounded but tight rear. Her legs were long and there didn’t look to be an ounce of fat on them. He body was toned and Ryan wondered if she was an athlete or something.

Then the girl plucked a blue top from the dresser drawer and put it on. She ran her hands down the sides of her torso and swiveled her upper half right and left while checking the small adjustable table mirror on Lori’s dresser.

“Hmmm on second thought the blue top makes me look fat. Maybe this red one…”

That’s the way it went for the next fifteen minutes. The girl went through the drawer, trying on various colors and styles, with little Ryan watching from his dollhouse all the while. He stood there by the window transfixed. The girl paraded around the room topless as she searched her friends’ wardrobe for the right outfit. Since she was taller than Lori everything she tried on looked small, emphasizing her breasts and exposing her flat belly. She was obviously going to wear a skimpy outfit to impress someone. He watched her 34C breasts jiggle freely as she quickly flitted about. The air was filled with her pleasant musical humming as she tried on clothes. Finally she had seemed satisfied with the blue top after all, and she quickly folded up the other articles of Lori’s clothing and placed them back in the drawer. She closed it up and then started to put on her Greek letter shirt when she noticed the dollhouse. Ryan gasped and quickly pulled the curtains back as she looked right at him.

“What is that? I didn’t know Lori was into dolls. I wonder why she has that here?”

Ryan huddled under the covers on his bed as he heard the girls footsteps get methodically closer and closer to him. The closer she got the more her footfalls vibrated his house. Then they stopped, and he could hear her breathing close just outside his house as she bent over to look into the little structure. She still hadn’t put on her T-shirt. She had her arms in the sleeves and was about to pull it over her head when she had noticed the dollhouse for the first time. And she also noticed out of the corner of her eye the front window curtains swaying a bit, and before that, her peripheral vision detected what she thought was…a tiny face? Intrigued, she walked over to the dollhouse holding her shirt now in one hand at her side.

Ryan finally had the courage to peek out from under the covers. He realized with horror that the upper windows of the house were uncovered, and he could see the bulk of flesh move in front of them as the girl neared. He face suddenly appeared, her plush lips, pert nose then blue eyes moving from side to side as she peered in. Her scent suddenly permeated the air; he took a whiff of her perfume. It was nice but suddenly, and with horror the influx of olfactory stimuli caused an undesired reaction…

“Ah-ah-ah…”

“Oh how cute it has furniture and everything. But why would Lori hav-“

“Ah-Choo!”

“Pardon me?”

“Ah-Choo! Ah-Choo!”

“What the fuck was THAT? Who said that? Come out where ever you are!”

Ryan looked up to see her turn away from the dollhouse and look around the room. He decided it was useless to hide any more; it was inevitable that she was going to find him. He decided to act.

“I’m here. Help me miss, please? Lori has me imprisoned here.”

“I can barely hear you and I can’t see you. What are you doing in the Sorority house? Come out at once or I’m calling the police do you hear?”

“I am out. I’m in the house. The dollhouse. Look back inside. I’m standing next to the bed, please be careful Miss, ok?’

“What?”

“Look in the dollhouse Miss. I’m here.”

Finally the auburn haired girl bent over once again and peered into the little house. What she saw almost made her faint. There standing in the tiny house, next to the bed was what looked like to be a doll about six inches in height. Only on closer inspection it was moving! She saw its lips move and realized the doll was speaking to her! It was talking as if it wasn’t a doll at all! She suddenly remembered her modesty crossed her arms over her chest, covering her breasts even though he couldn’t see them from out the upper dollhouse windows.

“What are you? What are you doing in there? Have you been spying on me? DID YOU WATCH ME TAKE OFF MY TOP?”

“No Miss…I didn’t mean to…I was…I mean…My name’s Ryan Wilson…I’m a prisoner and I was…”

“WELL! I’m Lori’s sorority sister, Jennifer Knudson.  I don’t know where Lori got you from little man but you had no right to watch me changing. Don’t you know it’s against the law to spy on people without them knowing about it?”

“Well don’t YOU know it’s against the law to go through someone else’s stuff when they’re not around?”

“Oh, don’t be silly Lori said I could borrow her blue top, so she won’t mind.  Maybe I should borrow you too and teach you a lesson.”

“What?”

“Oh, don’t worry I won’t stay mad at you for long, especially if you’re nice to me.

“W-What do you mean Jennifer? Borrow me?”

“I think I’ll borrow you too along with her blue top. Lori won’t be back from work till 6:30 anyway so it’s not like you’ll be missed. Now come here.”

Ryan saw her face disappear from the window, and for a moment he thought she was going to just go away. Then he realized once again he was easily trapped as his whole house she easily slid one end away from the wall and angled it open. Her face soon was appearing on the open side of the house where the wall had been. Ryan had fallen back on the floor from the jolt of her moving the house. He was now sitting on his real looking up at her smiling face.

“Well hello there, little Ryan. You look so cute in there I might just forget you’re a little peeping Tom.”

“I am not! You were the one who barged in trying on Lori’s clothes. I was just seeing who was in the room.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I swear it’s true. Now if you’ll just leave me alone I’ll wait for Lori to get back.”

“Leave you alone? But I just found you!”

“Lori won’t like it.”

“Oh was she planning on keeping you her little secret?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Uh-uh. Not anymore at least.” (giggles)

“No get away Jennifer!”

“Sorry but this is to cool. Let’s go back to my room for awhile.”

“NO!”

“Oh whatever, c’mon, let’s go…”

Ryan panicked as he saw her slender fingers reaching for him. He tried to backpedal crab style across the floor of the dollhouse but he hadn’t gotten more than a foot or two before her extended fingers dropped over him. Jennifer reached in quickly and wrapped her fingers around the little man before he could try to escape her. She felt a rush go through her body as she enclosed his tiny struggling body in her fist, pinning his arms and gently lifting him up out of the house. He seem to weigh nothing to her, and his struggling was so weak she could barely feel his resistance as she glided him up to her face for a quick examination.

“WOW! You are so cool! Just look at you struggle.”

“Put me down godammit! Put me down at once!”

“Shhhhh…we’ll go to my room, no, I got a better idea, let’s stop at Kara’s room. Wait’ll she sees YOU!”

“NO! Don’t show me to anyone else Jennifer please! I beg you! Put me down!”

Jennifer brushed her long locks out of her eyes and studied the tiny being in her fist. He seemed a couple years older than her at least but not too much older than her own 21 years. Just finishing her junior year at Fresno State she was used to having older guys check her out but here was an older guy SHE was checking out and not only that, he was powerless to stop her. She knew he didn’t belong to her but that didn’t matter at the moment as she brought him down against her full chest and trapped him against her bosom with one hand. She pushed the dollhouse back flush against the wall on the nightstand with the other hand and, tiny man in hand left Lori’s room.

June 1 2003 11:59 AM, Kara Beckwith’s room, first floor, Delta Theta Delta sorority. Fresno State University. Fresno, CA

It has been a bumpy journey for Ryan as Jennifer bounced down the two flights of stairs to the first floor of the sorority. Held tightly between her breasts he felt their ponderous weight on either side of him pressing him in either side. The more he screamed to her to put him down and let him go the tighter she squeezed him. He got the point and shut up as she got to the bottom of the stairs to the first floor and carried him down a long hallway. He heard her knock on a door. Then she quickly lifted him up away from her chest to her face. She gave him a stern look and instructed him to be quiet as she slipped him down her shirt and hugged him in place between her boobs. Her soft skin came into contact with his and he had to hold his breath, lest her perfume get to him again. But the heat from her body was warm and left him with a nice feeling all over despite his situation.

“Who is it?”

“Kara it’s me Jennifer. Open up.”

“Its open come on in. I was just watching MTV with Brenda.”

“I have something to show you Kara. You won’t believe what I found in Lori’s room.”

“Was it her blue top?”

 

“Not just that. It’s a secret you can’t tell anyone just yet ok?”

“What about me Jennifer, can I see?”

“Well I guess she can see too.”

“See what Jennifer?”

Jennifer didn’t answer. Instead she just walked over to the empty bed. Both Kara and Brenda were seated on the floor leaned up against the bed as they watched the color TV set that was sitting on the floor against the wall. Jennifer walked past them and reached under her shirt and brought Mr. Wilson out. She held him quickly up to her face to make sure he was ok, then she started to lower him to Kara’s bed. About a couple of inches off the bed surface she let go of him and rolled his tiny body off her palm and on to the bed. He rolled end over end a couple of times before coming to a position sitting on his rear looking up at the scene before him.

He was in a different room, obviously on a different floor of the sorority house. The room was much smaller than Lori’s; there was only one bed. He looked out to see a dresser and a desk opposite the bed with a massive door and coat rack next to the desk. On the wall to his right there was a TV set blaring an episode of MTV’s “Road Rules”. A nightstand was next to the bed on the left and a door to a bathroom on the wall to the left. He could see two giant domes of hair at the foot of the bed in front of him, and Jennifer looming above him pointing him out on the bed, her long slender arm extended to where her index finger hovered just a foot above his seated form.

“Look!” Jennifer pointed him out on the bed.

Ryan looked up to see the two domes at the end of the bed rise in the air and spin around. He found himself looking up at two female faces. One girl who had long straight red hair, and the other girl had short, shoulder length blond hair. He watched in awe as their torsos rose up above him, towering over the bed and him, even though they were still on the floor, sitting on their knees now. Ryan could see the redhead was the taller of the two, probably about 5’ 6”, 115 with pale skin and soft lips and green eyes. She was wearing a neon green bikini top that showed off her nice 34B and toned midriff. The blond was more petit, only around 5’ 2”, also a mid B cup. She too was wearing a biking top, blue with yellow strings. Both girls had cute figures and Ryan would definitely have been interested if not for the fact that he was pocket sized to these girls now.

Their eyes were wide with wonder at the tiny man hunched on his rear before them on the bed. The Red haired young woman, looking down at him spoke first:

“Jennifer what is that on my bed?”

“Oh gawd what is it? It moving like an animal.” The blonde chick said.

“Isn’t he neat? I found him in Lori’s room. She must have brought him back from home last night.”

“But what is it? It looks like a little doll or something.” The red head said.

“I’m not too sure Kara, I’m pretty sure he’s a living person, only tiny. He walks and talks and everything.”

“You aren’t serious Jennifer.” Said Brenda, the blond girl. She leaned closer and Ryan could feel her breath wash over him for a minute or two until she drew back again.

“I mean it. Show her little doll. Get up.”

Ryan slowly got to his feet. The two girls gasped in amazement and stared at him with renewed interest. He could hear them squeal in delight and saw them whispering to each other while pointing at him. He stood his ground on the bed and flinched when Jennifer’s friend Kara reached for him, at the last second trying unsuccessfully to dodge her then shouting in protest as her fingers closed on him, snatching him roughly from the bed and dangling him in front of her face. Her fingers gripped him tightly, squeezing him, measuring his tiny bulk and weighing him in her hand. He hung there limply in front of her lips and pleaded incessantly as she looked him over.

 

“You put me down. Do you hear me? I did not say you could pick me up. Now be reasonable young lady, be reasonable and let me down. You can set me down on the bed and look at me but please put me down you might hurt me.”

“Oooo that is so adorable. He talks and everything. Listen to him Brenda he’s practically begging me to put him down. Awww don’t be afraid me little…man?”

“I am a man, not some toy doll for you to play with. No be nice and let me down please.”

“He is a real person only tiny, Jennifer, isn’t he? I mean where did Lori ever find him?”

“I don’t know I told you I found him in her room while she’s at work. She had him in a dollhouse on her nightstand. I couldn’t resist bringing him to show you. Aren’t you glad I did.”

“What’s his name? Does he have one?”

“I think I heard him say it was Ryan or Bryan or something like that. His voice is so high and squeaky it’s hard to tell.”

“Mmmmmmm…” Kara was absentmindedly holding the tiny figure against one of her bikini-clad breasts. Her hand trapped the little figure against the bright green material and held him firmly in place. He squirmed, but her fingers suppressed him as she hugged him close.

“Hey! No! Mffffffpt-“

“Let me see him Kara, please.” Asserted Brenda.

“Not yet, I want to see something. Give him to me Kara.” Said Jennifer.

“Now come here…” She plucked the tiny man from Kara’s embrace into her possession. Jennifer hoisted the tiny figure up before her face. Ryan saw she had a totally amused look about her as she pinched the collar of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

“No! Don’t!” He squeaked.

“JENNIFER! What are you doing?”

“I want to see him, that’s all.”

“Yeah good idea. Let’s get him naked and check out his tiny pecker!”

“BRENDA!”

“What Kara? Are you telling me YOU aren’t curious what’s underneath his tiny outfit?”

“Um…yeah.”

“Well then let’s strip him.“

“Come here you.” Jennifer said it more for effect than anything else since she had him imprisoned in her fingers anyway. She grabbed a leg with the fingers of her free hand and easily subdued its kicking. Her thumb and forefinger pinched his shoe and sock and plucked them off with two quick motions. From his position in Jennifer’s fist he looked down to see them drop to the bed far below. The she grabbed his other leg and repeated the process. Then she grabbed him around his upper torso with her free hand and released him from the other hand. His legs dangled back in forth in front of her face she homed in on one of his kicking legs again. She pinched the cuff of his pant leg and pulled gently. Unfortunately the fabric was too fragile for her strength and she ended up ripping the pants to shreds as she removed them.

“Oops, sorry. Guess you won’t be needing those anymore.” (giggles)

“Dammit, those were my only pair!”

“Oh don’t worry we can go to the toy store and get you some stylin’ clothes.”

“But I’m not a toy!”

“Of course you’re a toy. You’re the size of one what else could you be.” (giggles)

“A person.”

“Oh please, what real person is six inches tall? You may have been a person once but now you’re our doll man to play with so hold still.”

“But I told you I’m not a doll! I AM a person!”

“Hmm..Well, if you’re a person then that means you have a teeny tiny pecker to go with the rest of your teeny tiny self and we all want to see it.”

“Yeah I bet it’s cute.”

“Yeah get his underpants off Jennifer.”

“No! Absolutely not! No fucking way I’m going to let you girls see me completely naked. This is humiliating. PUT ME DOWN!”

“Not for all the tea in China. Now off with the boxers ok?”

Jennifer had enough with the protests. She opened up her clenched fist, her thumb over his chest pinning him to her palm. Then she hooked his boxers with the fingernail of her free index finger and in a second WHOOSH! His underwear was gone and his tiny cock was exposed erect and dangling for all of them to see.

“Awww, isn’t that the cutest thing ever!”  Jennifer said it teasingly as she held him inches from her prying eyes.

“Look at his tiny little pecker! It has to be the tiniest little thing ever! I want it for my very own.” Kara declared while reaching in with her finger to poke it gently. She missed, however, because Jennifer moved her hand at the last minute, and Kara’s index finger banged into his scrotum instead, sending waves of pain throughout his body.

“OWWWWWWWWW! You smacked me in the balls damn you! OWWWWWW!”

“Oh! I am so sorry little man, I didn’t mean that!” Said Kara with concern.

“Awww, did Kara hurt you, little man? Don’t worry, Jennifer can make it better.”

Jennifer gently raised his writhing body to her lips. They sealed themselves over his groin area and soon Ryan felt himself writhing in ecstasy instead of agony as she gently sucked his and gently swirled her tongue over his cock and balls. The other girls were fascinated at Jennifer’s attempts to give the tiny man a blowjob. Had it been a real man they had just met they would have been embarrassed to he in the room, but the new pet named Ryan seemed like a toy, not a man so they had no compunction about considering using him for their whims, nor would they be reluctant to use him as a sort of practice man for the real thing. He was just…a little toy.

In the hands of the auburn haired giantess Ryan soon exploded, shooting his load in her mouth. He realized with embarrassment she really hadn’t noticed until one of the other girls pointed out that he seemed to be spent.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! GOD!”

“I barely tasted anything. Do it again little doll. That was neat.”

“Jennifer you’re going to wear him down. He’s a tiny doll not a real man. Now let me hold him. I didn’t get to hold him yet it’s my turn.”

”Ok Brenda here.”

Ryan felt a new set of strong hands grab him. He was lifted away from the soft warmth of Jennifer’s hand and quickly upended in front of the blond’s face. Her blue eyes studied him closely as he flailed about shouting to be put down.

“Hey there! Be careful! Turn me right side up this instant! Girls tell her to let me up. Don’ let her drop me. Tell her to put me down you hear?”

“Awww look at him struggle! Look at him squirm! Listen to his squeaking! Hey now little Bryan don’t be afraid of me. I’m Brenda, little man. I don’t know how you got like this but my friends and I, we think this is the coolest thing ever. I can’t believe Lori was keeping you all to herself. Well, actually I can believe it. I would have probably done the same thing if I had found you first, he he! You’re sooo cuuuute!”

“Brenda please let me down, I’m getting dizzy!”

“Yeah Brenda don’t hurt him I just got him!”

“Awww ok I’ll put you down on the bed, little doll-sized person.”

The blond smiled at the struggling Ryan as she lowered him gently before her to the bed. She laid him down in front of her, cooing to him that it was going to be ok and that they would take good care of him. Ryan was distressed to say the least here he was dangling upside down in front of the face of a cute young blind sorority chick and he couldn’t do anything about it. His tiny muscles were so puny so as to offer no resistance whatsoever to the slender young women holding him. He was relieved as she lowered him to the bed and released him, but even as he looked up he heard her give a squeal of laughter and thrust herself out over the bed. As she extended out over   him her body blocked out his view of the others. Her small breasts dangled enticingly overhead then passed behind him. She suddenly stopped with her stomach hovering over him then quickly lowered herself down on top of him, looking down on him the whole time careful not to seriously hurt him. She centered his head over her belly button so he could have a pocked of air to breathe. Her stomach pressed down gently over his prone body, trapping him between it and the mattress. He yelled for help but his faint muffled cries were met with laughter that caused her stomach to tighten and flex on top of him.

“Brenda, that’s enough, you’ll crush him.”

“Yeah you’re being too rough, we all want to play with him.”

“Hey I know, lets take him up to the roof with us to sunbathe”

“Yeah good idea!”

“Cool!”

“Let him up then Brenda.”

“Awww, but I like him like this. “

“Get off him.” Jennifer says. She grabbed Brenda by the shoulders and playfully threw her to the side, laughing. Ryan gasped for air and stood on the bed and started running away to the head of the bed where the pillows. No sooner had he got a foot or so than Jennifer caught him quickly,

“And just where do you thing you’re going doll? You’re coming with us sunbathing.”

“No I don’t want to! Let me down.”

“But we can’t very well leave you unattended, look what happened when Lori did that. So you’re coming with us and that’s final.”

 

Jennifer pressed him deep into her shirt and lingered by the door as Kara and Brenda grabbed some towels and lotion and a boom box. Ryan twisted and turned to see where they were going as they walked up the three flights of stairs to the roof. Kara was in front, with Jennifer and Ryan in the middle and Brenda in the rear. As they walked up the stairs Jennifer got an idea.

“Hold still Kara, you hold Ryan.”

Jennifer quickly slipped the little man into the back of Kara’s neon green bikini bottom, pinning him against her shapely rear end. Jennifer pushed him way down the bottom so he was completely covered by the stretched fabric covering her ass. They all laughed at the tiny person raised outline on Kara’s ass.

June 1 2003 1:10 PM, Rooftop Patio, Delta Theta Delta sorority. Fresno State University. Fresno, CA

The patio on the roof of the house was used mainly for sunbathing. Since the roof was flat it was relatively safe and there was plenty of room. Jennifer, Brenda and Kara chatted and made small talk as they walked up the small access ladder from the third floor to the roof above. There wasn’t anyone else up there yet, but the girls nonetheless laid out their towels together. Jennifer retrieved Ryan from Kara’s bikini bottom and held him up at chest level while looked out over the campus below. Ryan was held securely in Jennifer’s fist. He twisted in her grip to see Kara and Brenda remove their tops and lay out full length on the towels. Kara was about to put on suntan lotion over her breasts when Jennifer stopped her.

“Don’t do that, let him do it. I bet he’ll do a good job putting on our suntan lotion won’t you little man.”

“NO I’ll fry up here. It’s too hot. Let me go Jennifer.”

“He says he can’t wait.”

Jennifer then lay down on her towel and stretched out. She put Ryan between her ample breasts and held him face down with one hand. Ryan felt something squirted on his back and in a matter of seconds he was coated with slippery suntan lotion. Jennifer closed her hand around him and started using him to rub the lotion in to her front. Ryan was rubbed up and down her stomach time and time again as she coated herself with suntan lotion. His erect penis would be pressed up against him, then would drop into her navel (an innie) and pop out again when she dragged him over the other side. That caused him to come again but it was lost, mixed in with the sweat and suntan lotion on Jennifer’s body. Just when he though she was done she squirted more on her breasts and brought him up to work it in. He was swirled around and over her breasts, his now tiny erect member pushing up and against her nipples until they became erect from the contact. She squeezed her breasts together over him and used him to message more lotion onto her smooth neck. She then sat up and used him to apply the lotion on her long legs. He came several more times from the gentle friction of her skin against his cock. Then she flipped over and set him in the small of her back. More lotion squirted down and he was ordered to spread the lotion out over her back and rear. It took a few minutes but he finally finished the job by rolling up and down her back repeatedly spreading the lotion as best as he could. Finally she was satisfied and reached behind her to pluck him from her back, gave him a quick kiss, then she dropped him on Brenda’s stomach.

Brenda quickly grabbed the little man. She held him up suspended to her face as she toyed with him in her fingers. Jennifer held out the bottle of suntan lotion but Brenda ignored it for the time being. Jennifer got the hint and set the bottle down at Brenda’s side.  Brenda didn’t notice. She was holding Ryan suspended above her small breasts. Ryan thought she was going to drop him on top of her but she thrust him against her lips over and over, kissing him all over his tiny body. Her huge pillow soft lips assaulted him, her minty breath washing over him, her tongue brushing his body at irregular intervals…

“Mmmmm…*SMACK*… you…*SMACK*… are…*SMACK*…just…*SMACK*…so…*SMACK*…adorable…*SMACK*…I…*SMACK*…could…*SMACK*…eat…*SMACK*…you…*SMACK*…up!”

“NO…*SMACK*…BRENDA…*SMACK*…you…*SMACK*…are…*SMACK*…smothering…*SMACK*…me…*SMACK*…can’t…*SMACK*…breathe…*SMACK*…put…*SMACK*…me…*SMACK*…down…”

“Awww ok, here comes the lotion then.”

Brenda draped him over her right breast and squeezed him into its softness. Once again lotion was squirted all over him as Brenda used him as a lotion applicator. Once again he came uncontrollably as she slid him up and down her trim, petit body. Her nipples were hard and poked him in the stomach when she rubbed him into them. He tried grabbing on to one but the girl was too strong for him to keep hold. Despite his efforts to cling and then suck and bite and knead she easily moved him wherever on her body she desired. He heard her moan with pleasure and wondered how long it would be before one of these girls decided to use him as a dildo. Brenda flipped over on her back but this time Kara’s hand gripped him, holding him immobile on Brenda’s back while Kara squirted lotion all over him. She then took him and rubbed him all over Brenda’s rear and back and shoulders.

“Thanks, Kara.”

“No problem, Brenda.” Said Kara as she grabbed the man from Brenda’s back. Kara then lay on her stomach and set him down on her back, making him put the lotion on there first. Once again he slipped and slid over a girls back, applying lotion. Several times he became tangled up in her long red hair.

 

“Careful back there, I don’t want that gunk in my hair.”

 

“Young lady, I’m trying! You’re just so big!”

“No, you’re too small” (giggles)

Finally he was plucked up and placed on Kara’s supple breasts. She playfully squeezed them together over his prone body, trapping him in yards of breast flesh. When she saw him reach for her nipples she upended him by pinching his ankle between her thumb and forefinger. He dangled upside down just, his head just out of reach of her nipple.

“Less groping and more applying of lotion little dolly! Or else I may have to toss you off the side of the roof”

“Help! Put me down! Put me down! Kara! Kara! Let me go! Pleas! I promise to do a better job just turn me right side up!”

“Oh, ok if you promise my little pet. I was just teasing anyway.” (giggles)

Kara set him down on her stomach and squirted lotion in a heap just beside of him. He looked up at her with an exhausted look so she just seized him in her fist and rubbed him over and around her body, up and down her front.

“Awww the little man is tired out from all the work. Luckily for you its our nap time.”

Kara set him on her stomach and laid him out full length. The girls stopped talking as they napped in the hot sun. Ryan was held in place on Kara’s stomach by her hand spread out over his back. His arms were on either side of his head as he dozed along with the red haired girl. So far the afternoon had been physically draining at the hands of the three mischievous coeds. As he drifted off on her stomach his thoughts turned to what would they have in store for him next this evening…

June 1 2003 3:10 PM, Sarah’s room, Sarah Black’s house, Hidden Valley, CA

“Hullo?”

“Hi Sarah, its me Allison.”

“Hi Allison.”

“No way can we get a car for today but it’s all set for tomorrow afternoon.”

“I hope nothing happens to him between now and then. I would feel so bad if anything bad happened to our little teacher.”

“He’s probably getting what he deserves at the hands of that bitch Lori.”

“I guess I will see you tomorrow then. Bye”

“Bye”

“I hope he’s alright.”

June 1 2003 3:10 PM, Rooftop Patio, Delta Theta Delta sorority. Fresno State University. Fresno, CA

“Shit its after three! I have to shower and get ready for my date with Brad.” Said Jennifer as she sat up and shook Brenda awake. They looked over at Kara, still sleeping with the tiny man clutched at the waist to her belly. Both girls shouted in unison:

“KARA!”

Kara opened her eyes. Her hand instinctively closed around Ryan and lifted him up to her face. She was holding him gently in front of her face, inspecting and stroking him and smoothing out his hair with the index finger of her free hand. He braced his hands against the thumb across his middle, trying in vain to push it away as she held him suspended above her.

“OHMIGOD KARA”

“What? WHAT?”

Both girls pointed at the place on her stomach where she had kept the little man trapped during her nap. Kara sat up and looked down her frame to her stomach, then burst into laughter when she saw it.

There, in the shape of a man, was a tiny white patch cutout from the rest of her sunned body. It looked like someone had sprayed a stencil in the shape of a six-inch man on her stomach. Kara thought it was the cutest thing she had ever seen. Much better than getting a tattoo she thought.

“How are you going to explain THAT?” Said Brenda as the girls gathered their things up to go back inside.

“I guess I won’t be wearing any belly shirts for a while.” She giggled.

Brenda and Jennifer both laughed. Kara brought Ryan to her breast and then fastened her bikini top over him, trapping him spread eagle over her right breast. That done, the three girls proceeded downstairs.

“Where are you taking me now?” Asked Ryan in his muffled voice from underneath Kara’s bikini top.

“We gotta wash the suntan lotion off, little man. It’s time to shower. You too.” Kara explained. He started to protest again but she squeezed her boobs together as she walked down the stairs to the first floor, silencing him as they headed into the bathroom…

TO BE CONTINUED

 

Dollhouse Blues, Part Five

Copyright 2002 littletoy

June 1 2003 3:30 PM, Bathroom, First Floor, Delta Theta Delta sorority. Fresno State University. Fresno, CA

Showering with three young women was a new experience for Mr. Wilson, especially when he was ankle high to the shortest of them. But he was given no choice in the matter whatsoever. He had tried to protest vociferously underneath Kara’s bikini top as the girls casually walked down to the first floor bathroom. The bouncing up and down of her breasts as she took him down the stairs made him queasy, and he had to stop shouting in protest to keep himself from throwing up. Not that his yelling did any good anyway. Kara had merely clasped her hand over her breast, and him as a means of keeping him quiet.

On the first floor the girls scurried down the hall at a brisk pace, whispering and giggling amongst themselves the whole time. Ryan sank into Kara’s soft flesh and waited for the end of the trip. It came suddenly with the sound of a door being swung open and locked, and the slap of bare feet on tile. There was also a more noticeable echo to the girls’ voices as they clamored excitedly for Kara to remove her bikini top. Kara complied, clasping her hand over him with a splat and trapping him before he could fall from his position draped over her breast.

“Look how he fits on my boob perfectly.”

“That is cute.”

“Get me down from here Kara! Don’t drop me!”

“Ha! He’s afraid of you Kara.”

“Well, maybe he should be. He’s so puny.”

Kara constricted her fingers around Ryan and plucked him from her bare breast.

“Poor little man, did I scare you? I’m sorry, ‘k?”

He held him up to her lips and examined him for a bit before setting him down in the sink. She smiled down at the tiny man and gave him a little wave.

“Stay there while we get our bikinis off.”

Ryan had no choice but to comply. He was standing in a deep bathroom sink. The smooth white porcelain sides rose up almost vertically all around him. Even if he could scale the smooth sides and somehow escape the sink how far could he get before falling into the clutches of one of these enormous fluff chicks? He stared way up, standing on his tiptoes to see over the lip of the sink. He was in a large bathroom. The sink was one of several on the vanity next to him. He could see a number of stalls across the room and, over to his left, the bathroom opened up to a tile lined shower room. Ryan could see it had room for at least 4 girls by counting the number of spigots coming out of the wall. Before he could see any further he saw Brenda’s petit body block out his view. She had quickly removed her bikini and discarded it to the bathroom floor.

“Come here, little man. Let’s get that greasy suntan lotion off of you, alright?”

“No! Get away please! I mean, you’re beautiful and all but you don’t know your own strength. Just get away.”

“I get to pick you up now, Ok?”

Brenda didn’t wait for yet another defiant reply. She reached down and plucked the little action figure from the sink. He protested again at the abruptness with which she hoisted him up. She brought him up to her face, using her free hand to wrap itself around his kicking legs, laughing at his struggling nude figure.

“I can’t believe you. You are so totally amazing isn’t he girls? He’s trying so hard to escape me and I can barely feel him.”

“Goddamit I will get you for this I swear do you hear me?”

“Hey now little guy, I’m just going to wash you off, you don’t have to fight me. You don’t want me to drop you do you? If you fell to the floor my little doll could break.”

“Let me go!”

“Brenda don’t scare him like that. It isn’t nice. He’s just a little teeny guy after all.”

“Well he has to learn he’s ours now. He needs me to clean him off in the shower because he’s too tiny to turn on the water by himself.”

“Brenda that’s not fair. I wanted to shower with him.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Ok then we all can. Jennifer, grab the shampoo will you? I’ve got little Ryan-doll here.”

“Wait for me.”

“Hey wait a minute Brenda where are we going? Where are you taking me? Let me down will you? I don’t need a shower, really. I can get by like-”

“Oh, shush you. Now I told you little doll man, we’re going into the showers with you.”

The three girls sauntered into the adjoining shower room. Their eyes were fixed firmly at the tiny figure struggling against Brenda’s clutch. The more Ryan struggled, the more amused they became. Ryan looked down across the room at the pile of discarded bikini tops and bottoms in the corner. All four of them were completely naked. Jennifer walked ahead of Brenda and turned on three of the showerheads. Brenda was in the middle, with Jennifer to the right and Kara to the left. A hot burst of water gushed over and around his body as Brenda stepped under the stream. Ryan could hear the others step under the water and start to shower. The girls were just showering, not saying anything to each other in particular.

Brenda had Ryan clasped between her small breasts again. Her fingers were wrapped around his middle, and her other hand grabbed some liquid soap from the dispenser, which sat on a soap dish that was recessed into the wall about three four feet off the floor. Ryan was sprawled out on her chest; face down against her soft skin. He smelled her scent as he took deep breaths between torrents of water. Something was smeared against his back and over his legs. He smelled a pleasant somewhat flowery scent but before he could enjoy it her fist, which encased him about the middle began a swirling, rubbing motion over her chest and stomach at first, then over her arms and down her legs. Although she was not that tall to Ryan she seemed to go on forever as she soaped herself up using him as a human washcloth. She rubbed him over her breasts and nipples and down her belly and then back up again until she was good and lathered. That done she held him against her breast again with one hand pinning him securely and stepped back under the shower. Ryan was practically drowning as wave after wave of soapy water cascaded over him as she hugged him tightly against her. The soap became less and less prevalent as she rinsed off. Ryan thought she was finally done with him, when she spun around and leaned far back against the wall so her torso became almost horizontal as she leaned back. Then to Ryan’s surprise and absolute horror, she released her grip on him.

“Haaaaaaaaaaalp!”

“Wheee!”

“Let me down!”

“I’m giving you a ride.”

She let go, and Ryan frantically grasped for anything to stop his slippery descent down Brenda’s stomach. The water dripping from the showerhead high above them on the wall splashed down and around him, causing him to slip down the steep angle of her smooth torso. His stomach and hers made contact as he slid with his face looking up at hers. She was leaning back against the tiled wall of the shower stall, thrusting her midsection outward to make an angled shelf so as not to cause the tiny man to fall straight to his death on the cold bathroom floor.

While to him it seemed as if he might plummet to his death from a mighty water fall, Brenda was highly amused by his struggles as he first pinched her left nipple in an attempt to get a grip as he slid downward, he scrambled to grab a hold of anything as he passed over her ribcage, then he caught both hands on the rim of her navel, ending his downward plunge but leaving him hanging on, his naked body slapping against the smooth wet skin of her belly. Water rushed down and over him, causing him to gurgle and choke as it ran into his mouth and nose. He tummy bounced him up and down as she and her friends laughed at him and he let go with a yell. She extended her left leg as he slid down it.

Ryan looked up as she slid down the length of Brenda’s slim figure. He saw her breasts and stomach recede further and further from his reach. He managed to hang on to the rim of her navel for just a few seconds until her laughing bounced him down her leg. He hung on for dear life to her leg as he slid to the cold hard time floor. He was standing right next to the central drain as the water swirled around him at his knees. Brenda was smiling down at him, pointing him out as Jennifer entered his field of vision.

Jennifer knelt down over him and without saying anything reached out for him. Her auburn hair hung down in long wet strands ending just over his head, framing her smirking face. The water dripped down from the ends of her hair onto his head, drenching him as he looked back up at her.  Her firm 34C breasts hung down menacingly as she bent over him. Cowering, Ryan backpedaled on the cold wet tile but didn’t get very far as Jennifer caught him rather easily. His head snapped back violently as he jerked backward briefly, then forward as she snatched him from the floor and stood to her full height.

“Come under the shower with me where it’s warm, Ryan.” She offered. Jennifer yanked him skyward with dizzying speed as she stood up to her full height. She took him under the shower and let the water cascade off her head down over her body. She closed her eyes and let the water run down her face, then glanced down at the tiny man in her hand and noticed he was gasping for air.

“Oh, here let me shield you from the stream little man.”

Jennifer lowered him and held him so the top of his head was just under the shelf of her breasts. Ryan was clamped to her midsection, He looked out to see the water dripping off her breasts and down to the floor. He was shielded like being under an awning for the time being, but then he was suddenly detached from her with a lurch and set down on one of the soap dishes recessed into the wall at the four-foot mark. Only to Ryan it was more like 40+ as he hunkered in as far back as possible, which wasn’t much at all. Even hunched as far back as he could his legs still stuck out vulnerably from the wall. She could grab him anytime she wanted to, but right now she was busy lathering up her impressive figure with soap. Ryan was treated to an up close show of Jennifer rubbing her hands up and down her incredible body, spreading the lather over her. Then she stepped closer to the wall so she could rinse off the soap. Her damp, wet skin was undulating only a few feet from his refuge as she rinsed off. Ryan though he was off the hook but he saw her squirt out some shampoo in her open palm, then reach for his legs sticking out from the wall, She grabbed him easily then he was dropped in the palm with the shampoo, Her fingers were surrounding him on all sides as she lathered up the shampoo, then worked her fingers, and him, into her long auburn locks. He soon was up to his neck in soapy hair. Her hair was wrapped around him from every direction as she worked him in with the shampoo. The lather was simply overpowering as she swirled him around and through her hair. The more she worked him in the foamier his prison became. He yelled out but the shower was loud and the girls were laughing, drowning out any hope of communicating with anybody.

Jennifer giggled and stepped under the shower again. The hot water flushed the head of shampoo from her, and Ryan with it. He grabbed onto her locks as he started to slip, and ended up dangling off her shoulder, hanging on for dear life to the end of a thick strand of her hair. She turned her head to look at him swinging against her shoulder.

“Nice job doing my hair. I may have to reward you for that my little doll man.”

“You can reward me by-“

“-By giving you to Kara for her turn, what a clever idea you little teeny thing you! You sure are smart for something so tiny.”

“But I just showered! Twice!”

“So? Its Kara’s turn. Be her washcloth.”

“No this is ridiculous! I don’t have to shower again and you can’t make me!”

“Here Kara, its your turn to wash with him.”

“I said NO! I won’t go with her! Put me down! I’ve already showered I’m clean I swear!”

“Oh, sorry Kara, he says he doesn’t want to shower with you.” Said Jennifer as she set him down on the shower floor between her legs. Ryan was standing in the midst of a forest of female legs as they discussed him like he wasn’t even there.

“So? I don’t remember asking for his opinion. Besides I think he really does, he’s just too shy to admit it, right little man?”

“No matter what I say you’re going to take me anyway right?”

“Ummm…yeah.” (giggles)

“Sorry little man she wants you.” Giggles Jennifer as Kara bent far over to him, her long red tresses spilled at his feet as her face came down to only a few inches from Ryan’s tiny body.

“Hello again, little Ryan doll!” Teased Kara. She reached forward with her index finger and playfully poked him in the gut. He stumbled backward on his butt, trying to get back on his feet but Kara was too fast for him. Her hand quickly slid underneath his tiny body and she scooped him up to her face. She pinned him to her palm with her thumb against his middle, holding him securely in place as she stood back up. Ryan felt himself flying back up high into the air. He watched the contours of the wet, naked young woman holding him captive pass below him as he rose high in the air to her face.

“Ooooo, come here doll, I want to play with you! Help me get clean. It’s my turn now. Be my little washcloth, please?”

“NO! I’ve already showered twice! Enough is enough! You ladies release me at once so I can get back to Hidden Valley do you understand? Put me down! Put me down! Put me down! Put me down this instant!”

“But it’s my turn doll. I haven’t had my turn yet.”

“But you already held me several time already while sunbathing and in your room.”

“So? That was before. I want to hold you while showering.”

“NO!”

“I said yes, sorry.”

“Dammit stop!”

“Awww, you are just so cute and helpless like this! Kiss me little man.”

“What?”

“Kiss me. Like this-“

“NO…*SMACK*…please…*SMACK*…*SMACK*…*SMACK*…*SMACK*. Mmmpfffffffff!”

“Mmmmm…you’re delicious. I bet you’d make a tasty morsel.”

“Don’t even think about it you overgrown fluff chick!”

“Well, only if you’re nice. I guess I won’t eat you. I don’t want to make Lori mad at me since you’re hers…now hold still while I grab some soap…”

Kara lowered the little man to stomach level with one hand pressed him face out against it. She squirted some liquid soap into her other palm and brought it up to him. Ryan swung his legs, free from the knee down, back and fourth in a continuous kicking motion, striking the firm flesh of her stomach over and over again.

“Now quit that kicking little man, it tickles.”

Once again Ryan was coated as Kara spread the soap over her trim body using him as the applicator. Her skin raced by, around and underneath him as she moved him over and around her slippery body. Her firm breasts gave only slightly as she scrubbed him against them. Her flat tummy was taut and gave little as he was glided across it. Her firm thighs were silky smooth to his touch as she raced him up and down one, then the other. By now he had given up any struggle; she couldn’t hear him anyway under the torrent of water from the showers. The giggling and laughing of the girls also served to drown out any squeaking protests he might have proffered anyway. As Kara was sliding him over her shin he slipped from her grasp and fell a short distance to the floor.

“Oops I dropped him.”

“Oooo catch him quick before he gets away.”

“Where’s he going to go? He’s trapped in here.” (giggles)

“Come here you little sneak! Where’d he go?”

“There he is Brenda! Behind you! Get him!”

“Kara help us catch the little man.”

“But I’m doing my hair. You and Jennifer get grab him while I finish.”

Ryan ran crazily around the shower room, trying to avoid the clutches of Brenda

and Jennifer. Brenda thought she had him but he juked and ran under her legs,

making sure to glance upward as he did so.  He ran out from under her legs only

to see Jennifer’s fingers come down to grasp for him. He avoided them too but

ran right into the corner of the shower. He turned to see both Jennifer and

Brenda slowly bearing down on him, laughing, backing him into the corner. Soon he was confronted with their feet directly in front of him.

“Bad doll.” Said Jennifer.

“I think someone needs to be punished.” Said Brenda.

Both girls smiled as Jennifer lifted her foot up to him. He didn’t have much time to react as she gently flicked him with her big toe, sending him back against the wall with terrific force. He slid down to the floor, defeated. But Jennifer was stiff not done. She slowly lowered her foot over his tiny naked body, careful not to actually put her weight on him lest she actually crushed him, but she didn’t want him to know that just yet.

“This feels so cool.”

“Jennifer careful. Don’t crush the little thing.”

“You better not try and run away from us again doll, promise?”

“I promise now please let me up!”

“Ok, then. Shower time is over anyway.”

Jennifer lifted her foot off Ryan after a couple of seconds. Ryan stood up to his feet just as Brenda grabbed him in one hand. She held him between her small boobs as she walked over to the vanity and grabbed a bath towel. She wrapped it around herself; trapping Ryan between her breasts so only his head was sticking out. Then she wrapped a smaller towel around her hair. From his position in her cleavage Ryan could look out and watch Kara and Jennifer also grab towels and wrap them around themselves. He wriggled but couldn’t budge as the girls grabbed their stuff and left the bathroom.

“Bring him to my room after you get dressed Brenda.”

“Ok Kara. C’mon little man, you’re coming with me to my room.”

“Don’t I have a choice in this?”

“Of course not silly. It’s not like you’re a big person.”

Brenda whisked the little man down the hall to her room. She quickly locked the door and plucked Ryan from her breasts and stood him up on her dresser.

“Now don’t go anywhere while I dress.”

“Where could I go? I’m trapped forty feet from the ground,”

“Good point, doll. You stay put.”

Ryan had no choice as Brenda paraded around the room naked while she went about the business of getting dressed and made up. He shouted for her attention several times but she didn’t even glance over at him. He was completely ignored as she put on her deodorant and dried off her hair. She sat down on her bed and used a small mirror on her nightstand to put on her make up. This seemed to take forever to Ryan. He stared at her cute naked figure as she bent over the nightstand.  Then she grabbed a hand held hair dryer that was longer than he was tall and began brushing and blow drying her blond hair. The whine from the hair dryer sounded like a jet engine to his tiny ears. That done, she walked over to Ryan on the dresser and reached out but instead of taking him in her clutch she reached out and pulled a drawer out below him. He looked over the edge of the dresser to see the contents. The drawer was full of silky lingerie and underwear. Brenda pulled out a matching white bra and panty outfit and put it on.

“How does this look little man? My last boyfriend bought these for me but I broke up with him before I could wear it. What do you think my little doll?” She spun around, showing off her slim figure from every angle as Ryan ogled her in her underwear. He could see the outlines of her aureole and nipples underneath the thin fabric, and her bush showed under the panties.

“Awww, I see you like these little man, that’s good because I think you will have to ride in my bra for the walk down the hall to Kara’s room. Come on.”

“Brenda, please wait…”

Brenda didn’t wait; instead she deftly plucked him from the dresser and brought him up to one of her bra cups. She pulled her left bra cup open and moved Ryan to the opening.

“No biting or there’s no telling where I’ll put you next.”

“Brenda no Mffffffffpt!”

Brenda slipped the bra cup back over her breast, securely holding the tiny man in place against her. Then she put on a T-Shirt and shorts and a pair of sandals. Ryan was bounced up and down with her small breasts as she walked down the hall with him at a brisk pace. He heard a knock and a voice answering to come in.

June 1 2003 4:40 PM, Kara Beckwith’s room, first floor, Delta Theta Delta sorority. Fresno State University. Fresno, CA

“Where is he?”

“He’s right here. I hid him in my bra.”

“That is so not necessary Brenda, the house is practically empty and you could suffocate him.”

“I know, but it was fun having him hidden on me like that. I want to take him out on the town sometime like this.”

“Let him out.”

“Ok.” (giggles)

Brenda reached under her shirt and pulled away the bra cup. She pinched him between her thumb and forefinger and extracted him from her bra. Ryan was lifted out of the warm dark space into the open confines of Kara’s room once again. No sooner had Brenda set him down on the bed then Kara grabbed him up. She sat on the edge of the bed and held him up to her face.

“Hold still.”

“What’s going on here? What do you think you’re doing? Put me down!”

Ryan swiveled his head around to see Kara’s free hand clutching something. As her hand got closer Ryan could see she had his boxer shorts. He looked down to see the remnants of his pants and the rest of his clothes on the bed next to her gigantic thigh.

“I’m dressing you. I said hold still.”

“Give me those! I can do this myself thank you very much.”

“But I’m doing it. I want to dress my little doll man.”

“For the last fucking time I am not your little doll man!”

“Sure you are. We told you. You’re our cute little living breathing talking doll man. Now hold still.”

“No Kara put me down!”

Kara gently opened up her fist to let her free hand glide through, She gently threaded one leg, then the other through his boxer shorts and pulled them up over his legs to his crotch.

“Hey! You put them on backwards!”

“Oops, sorry!” (giggles)

With a flick of her finger she whipped the boxers back off of him, exposing him hanging in full view once again as Jennifer and Brenda looked on in amusement.  It happened so fast he was completely humiliated he was so powerless to stop her. Then Kara threaded his legs once again through the boxers and pulled them up again.

“There, better?”

“Thanks, now put me down so I can finish putting on my clothes.”

“Uh-uh, here’s your little shirt.” Kara shifted her grip to his lower half so she could pull his tiny shirt over his head. She managed to pull the shirt down over him until his head popped out of the neck hole but the arm holes were too hard so she let him struggle until he pushed his arms though them. As soon as he did this she wrapped her fingers around his upper half again, trapping his arms. She held him very close to her eyes as she delicately slipped his little socks over his kicking feet. His shoes were thankfully tied loose and they slipped on easily once she pinched his legs to suppress his struggles. She wished they hadn’t ripped his pants to shreds while they were undressing him before but it was too late, perhaps they could buy him some new ones at the store. Ryan looked ridiculous in his boxers with shirt socks and shoes but no pants, he thought. But at least he wasn’t naked any longer, even though he was still very much at the mercy of these girls.

Kara admired him as he hung limply in front of her face. She gave him a quick kiss, then handed him off to Jennifer. Jennifer and Brenda were also dressed, rather causally, and had their purses. Kara got up from the bed and walked over to the door with him.

“Let’s go eat girls.”

“What about me?”

“You can come with us.”

“I don’t want to go anywhere like this! Put me back in Lori’s room at least.”

“But Lori’s not home yet, and I think I accidentally locked the door anyway.”

“Please don’t take me!”

“It’s only Mc Donald’s, I swear you are such a baby.”

“You try being six inches tall.”

“No thank you, I like my height just fine.” (giggles)

As the girls sauntered down the hall to the front door Jennifer stopped and snapped her fingers.

“Let’s get those coupons for buy one Big Mac, get one free. They’re in the TV room.”

“Yeah good idea Jennifer.”

June 1 2003 5:00 PM, TV Room, first floor, Delta Theta Delta sorority. Fresno State University. Fresno, CA

The TV room was empty when the three girls walked in. There were a couple of plush sofas a coffee table strewn with newspapers and magazines. The TV was blaring out a music video. Jennifer set Ryan down on the coffee table as the girls began ripping through the newspaper looking for the coupons. Ryan hid between two back issues of Cosmo as the girls dug for the coupons. Finally he heard Jennifer say she’d found them.

“Great I am SO hungry.”

“Me too. Let’s go.”

Ryan was half expecting the magazine he was hiding under to be removed, revealing his position, but instead he heard the three girls moving out of the room and away from him. Had they forgotten about him? He could not believe his luck. Then he heard them talking outside the TV room, and a couple of unfamiliar voices as well. What was happening? Had they forgotten about him? The sound of unfamiliar voices meant having to deal with unfamiliar girls seeing him. Ryan instinctively tensed up and tried to make himself as flat as he could between the magazines. Then the unfamiliar voices that were feminine in nature got louder and louder. Their footsteps shook the table he was on. They were entering the TV room.

“They seemed in a hurry to get to Mc Donald’s. What’s up with that?”

“Got no idea, Jennifer and Brenda can be ditzes sometimes. I don’t know how they can eat that crap and not turn into heifers.”

“Yeah. Hey, you want some of this salad Brooke? It’s too much for me to eat myself.

“No thanks Ashley, I had some soup a while ago - hey, what’s that moving underneath last month’s Cosmo?”

 

To Be Continued…

Dollhouse Blues, Part Six

Copyright 2002 littletoy

June 1 2003 5:00 PM, TV Room, first floor, Delta Theta Delta sorority. Fresno State University. Fresno, CA

The TV room was empty when the three girls walked in. There were a couple of plush sofas a coffee table strewn with newspapers and magazines. The TV was blaring out a music video. Jennifer set Ryan gently down on the coffee table as the girls began ripping through the newspaper looking for the coupons. Ryan hid between two back issues of Cosmo as the girls dug for the coupons. In the ensuing search for the coupons they seemed to lose track of his whereabouts. Finally he heard Jennifer say she’d found them.

“Great I am SO hungry.”

“Me too. Let’s go.”

Ryan was half expecting the magazine he was hiding under to be removed, revealing his position, but instead he heard the three girls moving out of the room and away from him. Had they forgotten about him? He could not believe his luck. Then he heard them talking outside the TV room, and a couple of unfamiliar voices as well. What was happening? Had they forgotten about him? The sound of unfamiliar voices meant having to deal with unfamiliar girls seeing him. Ryan instinctively tensed up and tried to make himself as flat as he could between the magazines. Then the unfamiliar voices that were feminine in nature got louder and louder. Their footsteps shook the table he was on. They were entering the TV room.

“They seemed in a hurry to get to Mc Donald’s. What’s up with that?”

“Got no idea, Jennifer and Brenda can be ditzes sometimes. I don’t know how they can eat that crap and not turn into heifers.”

“Yeah. Hey, you want some of this salad Brooke? It’s too much for me to eat myself.

“No thanks Ashley, I had some soup a while ago - hey, what’s that moving underneath last month’s Cosmo?”

“Get back maybe it’s a mouse.”

 

“Ewww. Kill it!”

“No I can’t. You do it.”

“I don’t want too either. What if it has rabies of something?”

“Ok, slowly pull the top magazine off of it so we can see. It might be nothing.”

“You pull it off, Brooke. I’m not touching it. Look! It moved again.”

“You are such a Priss sometimes Ashley. Watch this.”

Hiding under the magazine Ryan tried to be as still as possible in the presence of these unfamiliar young women, but it wasn’t working. The Cosmo issue covering him was heavy and he had to keep shifting around so his back didn’t hurt in any one place. He heard a commotion out in the world beyond and instantly knew they’d noticed his hiding place. Then some of the weight of the magazine was lifted and he noticed something snake under the magazine next to him. It was long and flesh covered and as it let in some light from the room, Ryan could see it was a giant index finger. The nail on the end was painted pink with little sparkly glittery things. The finger had to be over three feet long, but Ryan really didn’t have time to study it because the finger lifted and quickly flipped the Cosmo over to the table. He looked up, and just like that he was exposed once again to unfamiliar faces.

They were both seated on the comfy looking sofa in front of the coffee table on which sat the magazine. They huddled against each other cringing, leaning back against the soft pillows of the sofa as if expecting something to jump out at them. Ryan could see a tall glass of water to his right, and a large bowl containing what looked to be a salad. Next to the container were some plastic silverware and a bottle of Blue cheese dressing. In front of him the two girls loomed over him, even though they were leaning back on the soft.

He studied them. Both were pretty, perky looking young women. The one on the right was a medium height girl, maybe 5’ 5”, 105, 34B-24-34, light brown hair in two pigtails. She was wearing a pair of denim overalls and a white T-Shirt underneath, and tennis shoes.  The girl to the left was a little taller, maybe 5’ 7”,  but was leaner, barely 100 lbs and had a model-esque look about her with her slight 32B-24-34 build, high cheekbones, and shoulder length jet black hair. She was barefoot, had on white shorts and a red halter-top that showed off her slinky curves. Both girls blinked at Ryan as he got to his feet. He stood his ground as they slowly took in the unbelievable sight before them on the coffee table. The girls stayed back as they studied the little creature standing before them on the table.

Ryan nervously stood there. What good had it done so far to run away? He had been caught every time and it only made him feel foolish and even less in control than he already was. He watched them as they slowly recovered from the shock of the sight before them. The one with the pigtails turned to her friend and spoke first.

“OHMIGAWD BROOKE! WHAT IS THAT?”

“What?”

“That thing on the on the magazine.”

“Oh, it looks like a doll. Isn’t that cute? It looks like a Ken doll only smaller.”

“Doll? But that’s the strangest looking doll I’ve ever seen. He’s so life like look at the hair! And what’s up with his clothes? He has no pants.”

“It almost looks like a real guy, only I’ve never seen a guy that tiny before.”

“Excuse me, you did go out with Steve Weston didn’t you?”

“Ashley shut up! You bitch! Oh you are so dead for that.” (snickers)

“What? You did say tiny didn’t you? They don’t come much tinier than Steve from what I hear.”

“ASHLEY!”

“It’s not my fault girl. Anyway what is up with this thing? Maybe one of the girls left it here earlier.

“Who collects dolls?”

“Fuck if I know. It’s probab- Hey! Look! It’s moving!”

“What?”

“Look! It’s moving! Can’t you see? Get closer you can see him breathing! Look at his eyes! This is unbelievable!”

“What the FUCK?” Brooke bellowed. Ryan cringed and held his hands over his ears at the giant coed’s yell.

“YOU”RE RIGHT! He DID just move! It looks like it’s listening! I think it can hear us Ashley!”

Both girls then leaned forward over the coffee table. Ryan craned his neck to look up at them. Their looming torsos blocked his view of the room as they looked down at him. Their eyes were sparkling with wonder and amazement, and their mouths halfway open.

“What the FUCK?”

“You said that already Brooke.”

“Well, what IS that, Ashley?”

“He looks like a real live little person, but that’s ridiculous. But…what if he IS alive Brooke.”

“Don’t be an ass. It’s just a little doll how could it be alive?”

“You tell me how he can be looking straight at you then?”

“Well if he were alive he ought to be running away from us. We’re so much bigger than he is he should be afraid!”

“Maybe he is afraid.”

“Well then you would think-“

“Please you’ve got to help me girls!”

“HOLY FUCK IT SPOKE!”

“Of course I can speak young lady! Stop talking to me like I am a doll or something. I am a real person like you. So-“

“But you LOOK like a doll or something. So how did you get so small? It’s kinda cute in a way!”

“Ewww Brooke he looks like a hairless mouse, tee-hee! I wonder, how did he get here in the Sorority house? Maybe he was spying on us or something?”

“Let’s ask him.”

“Yeah.”

“Ask it Ash.”

“But this is so silly! He’s so…tiny! I can’t believe I’m talking to a doll! Well, here goes. Can you understand me, little man? I mean if that’s what you are. How did you get here? Why were you hiding from us?”

“Maybe he was trying to find shelter from outdoors the poor thing.”

“You can speak anytime now doll. You have Ashley’s permission.”

“Don’t talk to him that way Ashley he looks so cute.”

“I was just saying. Speak up tiny little man. It’s ok we don’t mean to scare you. We just wanted to know how you got here.”

“Oh god girls please don’t hurt me, I beg of you please get me help.”

“Well you better answer Ashley’s question then. Its against sorority house rules to have men unescorted in the house, even little tiny ones like you.” (giggles)

“Ok then my name is Ryan Wilson and I was accidentally shrunk to this height at the Hidden Valley High School. One of my students found me in a dollhouse and took me to a party where your sorority sister Lori Amstel stole me away and brought me here and then this girl Jennifer stole me away and I got left here and now I’m stranded and-“

“I can barely understand him his voice is so faint. What did he say Brooke?”

“I think he said his name was Ryan and he was from Hidden Valley and that Amstel Light brought him here.”

“She did? Where the fuck is Hidden Valley.”

“I have no idea Ash. I guess Lori’s hometown.”

“So you girls will help me then? Take me back to my home town please and-.”

“Hey hey hey there little peanut. You aren’t going anywhere until we figure out just what you are. Now, you say you’re Lori’s?”

 

“I’m not anybody’s. She stole me away.”

“HA that sounds just like her, the conniving little bitch. She always gets what she wants. I guess you got on her wish list huh?”

“Will you help me escape then?”

“Sure, we’ll help you won’t we Brooke.”

Brooke stared at the little man dreamily, then nodded in agreement.

“We’ll do what we can to help doll but we can’t just let you escape. Lori would have us kicked out of the sorority. Best to wait until she gets home from work, then we can decide what to do with you.

Ashley was leaning over him as she spoke. One of her pigtails brushed the top of his head, causing him to raise his hand in an attempt to ward it off. She giggled at his being menaced by her pigtail.

“But you got to let me go! That’s what you should do with me. Please this is serious, it’s dangerous for me to be this size.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Lori should be home from her job soon. You can hang out with us and watch TV until then, ok? I’m Ashley and this is my friend Brooke. And you little doll – Ryan – isn’t that what you said your name was – are just about the cutest thing I have ever seen. Lori is so lucky.”

“Yeah. You look so tiny and delicate. How did you get so little again, little man?”

“I don’t know. I think I inhaled some fumes from paint thinner or something. It all happened so fast. I hid in a dollhouse but girls from my high school class found me, and Lori took me away from them and brought me here.”

“I think I can understand why.”

“She – put me in her dollhouse and brought it here - she wanted to touch me and stuff. To play with me like I was some toy or something.”

“Ohhh, did she hurt you? I can’t say I blame her for taking you. I guess I have to admit I’d have done the same thing if I saw you. I wouldn’t be able to resist.”

“No, she didn’t hurt me, it was just…humiliating. It’s embarrassing being this small. You have no idea what its like not being in control of anything, to be touched and handled like a doll.”

“Actually that sounds like it might be kind of fun. Would it be ok if Brooke and I handled you, if we promise not to hurt you?”

“No. Absolutely not. I am not to be treated as a doll do you hear me! This is serious. I need help.”

“Awww, we’ll help you doll. Just let us take a closer look at you so we can make sure you’re alright.”

“Yeah little man we just want to see you. You’re such a little cutie!”

“Ladies, please be reasonable. I am not cute! I am not little! I am a full grown man!”

“Oh please, what full grown man can hide between an issue of Cosmopolitan and YM? You can’t expect us to believe you were once our size can you?”

“But I was. You’ve got to-“

“-We don’t have to do anything we don’t want to and you can’t make us you little toy thing. Now hold still. We just want to see you.”

“Now Ashley, Brooke, you are both very lovely and charming young women and it’s nice to have met both of you but please I am begging you be reasonable. You are not allowed to handle me like this. Maybe Lori wouldn’t like it.”

“Lori isn’t here to stop us, and I’m sure she would have showed you to us anyway so you may as well get used to us holding you. Now pipe down there, pipsqueak.”

“Pipsqueak? Pipsqueak! I beg your pardon I happened to have once been runner up for the state wrestling title in the 180 lb weight class. I can bench press 350. Watch who you call pipsqueak!

“Well, I called you pipsqueak, little pipsqueak. It’s a cute little name for a cute little man. Hold still while I look at you.”

Whoa whoa whoa there princess you can’t just do this without permission. I am not giving you permission.”

“Oh, whatever. Come here.”

“Please I said NO!”

“But it’s for your own good! Hold still now.”

“Aaaaaaaaauuuuugh!”

“Shhhh…..”

As Ashley shushed the little man her arms extended out and her fingers spread over the edges of the magazine. Ryan found himself on a platform slowly floating up in the air off the coffee table as the girl carefully slid her upturned palm underneath the magazine and lifted it up. He had to fight to keep balance on the flimsy surface as her face got closer and closer. Her thin eyebrows and pert slightly upturned nose got closer and closer as Ashley lifted the magazine up to her face. The magazine floated like a magic carpet over away from the table just under her mouth as she sat up straight on the sofa and studied him closely.

“Ashley please let me down off this magazine! Get me down from here HELP! Don’t drop me!”

“Don’t worry little Ryan – our new doll - I’ve got you now.”

“Careful Ash, make sure he doesn’t fall.”

“Don’t worry Brooke, I can hardly feel his weight! He must weigh only a few ounces. Last month’s Cosmo is heavier than he is.”

“That’s because he is standing on the fall fashion forecast issue.”

“Well whatever, he must only weigh a few ounces.”

“Not true miss. I weigh 183 lbs.”

“Yeah right, my compact weights more than you do and it only weights a few ounces.”

“But-“

“But nothing. You’re so light! You’re so adorable!”

Ashley raised the magazine up a little higher to her face. Her lips were in a smirk as she held him there. Ryan saw Brooke’s dark tresses swish close as she leaned in to inspect him as well. Her dark red lips puckered in a pout as she looked at him. She playfully reached out with her index finger and gently poked him in the stomach. Ryan doubled over at the force and fell backward on the magazine. Ashley almost let go in surprise, but soon regained her composure and lowered the magazine and tiny man to her lap.

“Hey careful Brooke! He could have fallen.”

“Sorry, I just couldn’t resist. I just had to touch him to make sure he is real.”

“He looks so small I could eat him up in just a few bites.”

“Speaking of which, your salad’s wilting.”

“Oh I almost forgot. Ok, little man be good while I eat my dinner.”

Ashley then gently lifted the magazine from her lap. She was about to transfer it back to the table so she could eat. But Brooke leaned close again and reached out her right hand. Ryan stared in wonder as the huge fingers reached for him. He wanted to run but where? Ashley was still holding him on the magazine, and the drop from her lap to the floor would have killed him instantly. Then she scooped her palm under his rear and lifted him. His arms and legs went sprawling wildly as Brooke scooped him off the Cosmo.

“Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaah! Hey! Put me down! Put me down!”

“Don’t be scared Ryan. I’ve got you ok? Now c’mere and let me look at you.”

“Brooke if you so much as harm one hair on his tiny head – “

 

“Nooooooo I would never dream of hurting him you know that. His movements are so precious!”

Brooke then leaned far back on the couch, against the pillows at one end. She swung her legs up and stretched out, taking up all of the sofa not occupied by Ashley at the other end. Ryan kicked and struggled in her fingers. She held him easily, pinching his midsection between her thumb and forefinger as she lay back. Ryan found himself suspended over her face just a few inches from her lips.

“You’re so cute and tiny I can’t get over this! What an absolute little doll you are! I may have to hide you from Lori when she gets home.”

“Heeeeeeeeeeelp lemme go lemme go!”

“Maybe I’ll just keep you for my very own hmmmmm? You can be mine. Forever. What about it doll? We could have such fun together, and I can carry you around everywhere and show you to my friends and sisters and-”

“Young lady are you high? I am not letting you show me to anyone else!”

He looked down and behind and surveyed her slender luscious body as it spread out below him. Her small breasts heaved up and down with each excited breath she took, just underneath him. To Ryan it looked like soft hills covered in red. The gentle heaving of her breasts calmed him down as he floated horizontally over her chest. She pointed him downwards until he flailed out with his arms at the sight of her amused expression, the blood rushing to his head as he she turned him over in her hand.

“No Brooke, please gentle with me, ok? Please you don’t know your own strength. Brooke your fingers are wrapped so tightly around me I can’t breathe. Brooke I’m afraid of heights. Brooke can you hear me? Are you listening? Brooke? BROOKE! Put me down! Help! Put me down! Put me down! Put me down! Oooooo you let me go right this second do you hear? I will not be handled like this put me down!”

 

“Wow listen to him protest Ashley. It’s kinda cute hearing him squeak at me, only I wish he were braver. What’s the matter Ryan, don’t you like me?”

He had little time to answer as she laughed and dropped him onto her chest. Even though the fall was several feet to him her bosom broke his fall and cushioned his landing. Be bounced right off the top of her left tit, into her cleavage and then into the side of her right tit before rolling to a stop in between both breasts. She Brooke breathed her Ryan rose and fell as her chest did. Instinctively he ran his hands over the soft fabric and touched the breasts on either side of him. He poked them and found their firmness to his liking and their pliancy most comfortable. He looked down at her flat stomach and made a little excursion down to her belly. Brooke was entranced at the little figure crawling around on her reclining body. When he got to her navel she plucked him up and returned him to his starting point on her chest again. He walked back down to her stomach again and she plucked him up once again and returned him to her chest. They did this several times as Brooke amused herself with her new toy.

“There now that isn’t so bad is it my new doll?”

“I- I’m still a captive. I can’t get off of you like this. Be a sport and let me down ok?”

“Ashley listen to this guy will you? He is relentless. Little man, you’re priceless. You’re adorable. And, you’re mine now. At least until Lori gets home.”

“Bullshit! I don’t belong to anyone! Not to Lori and not to YOU!”

“Ashley did you just hear him? Ashley? Are you seeing this? Oh, I forgot your favorite show is on. Don’t let a prize like this stop you.”

She wasn’t. Ryan sat up on Brooke’s chest and looked to his side to see Ashley bent over her salad. She was eating and concentrating on watching a rerun of “Dawson’s Creek” on TV. He looked with terror as the girl packed away seemingly ton after ton of salad, not even making a dent in it. She plucked out a cherry tomato bigger than his head and he cringed as she bit into hit, slicing it in half with her teeth. The crunching of the salad in her jaws made him extremely nervous because they sounded to him like bones being crunched. He was getting sick at the thought when he realized he hadn’t eaten in over 24 hours. Suddenly he was drooling at the thought of eating salad, even though he was more of a meat and potatoes kind of guy.

“She really loves this show and she’s hungry. You need to do something to get her attention.” Brooke said this with a smirk as she quickly swept him up into her hand. Laughing, she sat up on the couch again and leaned over to the coffee table where Ashley had he bowl of salad. She waited until her friend’s back was turned, then playfully dumped the little man into the salad bow. That done she quickly leaned back on the sofa as if nothing had happened.

Ryan tried to get to his feet in the bowl but the footing was just too uneven. He found himself coated with a thick slippery substance that seemed to be everywhere. Some of it got in his mouth and he wished it hadn’t. Bleu cheese dressing! Bleeeeech! He tried to get Ashley’s attention but the brown haired girl was intently watching he show, not even paying attention as she stabbed at the salad with her fork. Ryan looked up just in time to see the metal tines of the fork spearing some lettuce right in front of him, almost running him through. He watched with fascination as sheets of lettuce rose in the air and disappeared inside her pretty mouth. Chewing noises rang in his ears and he could hear the gulp and watch the lump travel down her smooth neck as he looked up at him. Brooke was sitting back on the couch, silently cracking up as Ryan dodged thrust after thrust of Ashley’s fork. Finally at the show’s end credits he hid under a large leaf of iceberg lettuce, just avoiding Ashley’s gaze as she looked down at the bowl. He shifted and she noticed the movement.

“IEEEEEEEEEEEEE! There’s a bug!”

“Ashley wait!”

“I’ll kill it with my fork.”

“ASHLEY DON’T!”

“What Brooke? Hey, where’s Ryan?”

Ryan pulled the leaf of lettuce off of him and stood up in the bowl. He waived up at Ashley until he caught her gaze.

“OHMIGOD BROOK! I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU DID THAT! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Both girls erupted in fits of loud laughter at the site of a six-inch man sitting in a bowl of salad. Ryan stared up at them angrily, bleu cheese dressing dripping from the top of his head.

“You girls get me out of here! This is ridiculous get me out at once.”

“You know he looks kind of lonely in there Ashley.”

“You know he does Brooke. I have some company for him.”

Ryan heard the rustle of a plastic bag being torn open and he could see Ashley dumping its contents out into her hand. She clenched her fist and held it over the bowl, just above Ryan. He looked up at her closed fist hovering above the bowl and him but he couldn’t see what it was she was holding.

“Ashley I dare you that is SO mean.”

“Ok then fine.”

Suddenly Ryan was struck in the shoulder by an object. He yelled and twisted away as another object just barely missed him and landed at his feet. It was a square shaped object. Light in color with some green flecks. He kicked one and found it was light enough for him to displace it.  He looked up to see Ashley laughing delightedly as she opened her fist to let more squares through. As one of the squares landed at his feet he finally realized what I it was she was dropping on him.

Croutons.

He decided to run from the crouton shower.

“Awww, run or I might eat you!”

Then more croutons were falling down all around and on top of him. He tried to run across to the other side of the bowl but stumbled over a radish slice. He ended up crawling in his knees through salad and bleu cheese dressing as the croutons struck him on his back.

“OW-damn-ow-damn-ow-stop-ow-it-ow-hurts-ow-please!”

“Ashley don’t your hurting him!”

“Oh I am not. It’s just a few croutons. I love croutons.”

“Me too mmmm… you know Ashley that salad does look good.”

“I thought you said you weren’t hungry.”

“I know but something about that salad looks very appetizing.” (giggles)

“Help yourself. I don’t have another fork but you can get one from the kitchen.”

“That’s ok. I just want a couple of bites.”

Ryan suddenly had to dodge Brooke’s long fingers as she reached in. He expected her to seize him but she just plucked out a crouton that was lying right next to him. He watched the crouton as it was carried up and out of the bowl. Brooke popped it straight into her mouth.

“Mmmm these are good.”

“Save me some.”

Ashley reached in as well and soon Ryan was desperately trying to avoid two sets of hands reaching into the bowl and plucking out salad parts with dizzying speed. He kept ducking and dodging to avoid their fingers time and time again as the girls ate the salad with their fingers. He watched and marveled at their lips molding to their fingers as the girls licked the bleu cheese dressing clean from them with each bite.

“I didn’t realize I was that hungry. Thanks Ash.”

“No problem. Oh look do I see desert?”

“Hey!”

Ashley reached into the bowl for the last remaining morsel.

Ryan.

He cringed as her fingers wrapped him up and yanked him to her face. Her lips met his midsection as she started gently licking the excess bleu cheese from his hair and clothing and exposed legs.

”Mmmmm you taste sooo good doll, I could just eat you up!”

“No Ashley mmmmmmmmpft!”

Her tongue was swirling all over him as she playfully licked him, interspersing it with a few subtle kisses as her lips closed around and over him up and down. Brooke was reaching to grab him away from her friend but Ashley held him far out of reach over her head.

“Come on Ashley let him go.”

“No. I like this.”

“But you didn’t leave me any dessert he he he.”

“Sorry I was hungry.”

“Please Ashley let go of me! Put me down.”

“Quiet I’m talking to Brooke don’t interrupt it’s rude.”

“But-“

Ashley set him down on the coffee table in front of Brooke. The taller dark haired girl leaned in close till her face was just inches from his.

“Awww his clothes are smeared with salad dressing and his hair is all sticky. He needs a shower Ashley.”

“WHAT! Not again! I have already had three showers today already!”

“I got an idea Brooke. Here he can get clean in this.”

Ashley pointed at something behind him on the table and Brooke plucked him up deftly between her thumb and forefinger. She held him out in front of her as Ashley grabbed the tall glass of water on the table and set it down just under Ryan’s struggling form.

“Brooke please what are you doing now? Please leave me alone. Put me fucking down ok?”

“Ok down it is.” (giggles)

Ryan looked down just as Brooke let go of him. He dropped like a rock into the glass of water then popped up again. He looked up to see the giant faces of Ashley and Brooke peering down into Ashley’s glass at him.

“That’s cute.”

“Yeah get clean little man.”

Ryan felt Brooke’s giant finger push him on top of his head, dunking him under the water. He came back up gurgling and swearing.

“Hey don’t drown me!”

“I rinsed your hair.”

Then Ashley pushed a straw into the glass and used it to swirl the water around. Ryan was tossed and spun as if he was caught in a whirlpool.

“There all clean.”

“Brooke tell Ashley to get me out of here. I’m freezing to death please!”

“He’s right he could get sick if he is in the cold water too long Ashley.”

“Ok then I’ll take care of that.”

Ryan could see the flesh of Ashley’s hand press against the outside of the glass as she lifted it up swiftly. He looked out the top to see her open mouth getting closer. As the glass was tilted he braced himself against the curved sides. The water rushed past him down Ashley’s throat. He could see her white teeth and pink gums inside her cavernous mouth and the water washing over her tongue. She drained the glass and set it back down on the coffee table. Just as she did so Ryan heard a door slam and someone walking, getting closer.

June 1 2003 6:00 PM, TV Room, first floor, Delta Theta Delta sorority. Fresno State University. Fresno, CA

“Hi Lori.”

“Hi Brooke, Hi Ashley. What’s up?”

“Nothing how was work today?”

“It sucked. I got yelled at for marking down some Addidas by accident. Then- HEY!”

“Oh yeah we met your little man. He’s really neat.”

“RYAN! What are you doing down here? How did you get out of your house?”

“Your friend Jennifer stole me and showed me to her friends Brenda and Kara and then they went to eat and left me here and these girls found me and-“

“Stop that squeaking you are in SO much trouble. I could have lost you! You are never supposed to leave my room when I am not around do you understand? Are you hurt? I could never forgive myself if anything ever happened to you, precious.”

“But Lori it wasn’t my fault Jennifer came in to borrow clothes and she spotted me in the dollhouse and took me away.”

“Oh, yeah I forget she was gonna borrow something. You didn’t see what she borrowed did you little Ryan doll?”

“No I was preoccupied when she was changing clothes I didn’t notice-“

“WHAT? You were looking at OTHER girls in MY room! That’s it! Come here now!”

Lori walked over to Ryan’s glass and immediately seized it up. She tilted the glass until he tumbled out onto her palm. She closed her fist around him and turned to her friends.

“I was gonna show you guys and Courtney too. I’m going to get out of my work clothes and take a shower. Come up to my room later tonight to see my little dollman. Thank you guys so much for watching him. You guys are the best.”

“Oh it was our pleasure.” Giggled Brooke as she eyed the tiny man clenched in Lori’s fist.

Lori turned and left Ashley and Brooke as the giggled and whispered to themselves about Ryan. Lori stopped at the foot of the stairs. She raised Ryan up to her face and covered his torso with her lips for a kiss.

*SMACK* “My friends didn’t hurt you did they pet?” She then lowered him against her chest and proceeded up the stairs to her third floor room.

“No they just almost ate me in a salad and drowned me in a glass of water.”

“Good. I am so glad they didn’t harm you. I couldn’t bear to lose the most unique pet any girl has ever had! Just wait till I get you upstairs.”

Dollhouse Blues, Part Seven

Copyright 2002 littletoy

June 1 2003 6:05 PM, Stairway, first floor, Delta Theta Delta sorority. Fresno State University. Fresno, CA

Ryan rocked gently from side to side as they approached the stairs. He was facing forward at the level of her chest and he stared out in fascination at the gentle shelf as it shifted. She had on a yellow short sleeve button down shirt, and right in front of him was a giant nametag pinned to her left breast with her first name one it and the Dunham’s Sporting Goods Logo. He admired where her breasts pushed out against the fabric of the cotton shirt and noted the relative size of her modest breasts versus his tiny figure.

He still had a hard time accepting his new reality. Once again he was in the grasp of a young female who controlled his destiny. It had been that way since he had been reduced in size on Friday afternoon. Since then his world had consisted of being possessed by one female after another, passed and stolen from one to the other like a trinket.

“Lori, slow down. I’m getting dizzy.”

“Pipe down there haven’t you caused me enough trouble? Just wait ‘till we get to our room.”

“But Lori, I swear it wasn’t my fault-“

“You aren’t allowed out of your dollhouse without my permission.”

“I didn’t have a choice you’re friend Jennifer-“

“Oh, please don’t blame her. I’ve seen how you ogle all the women. I’m sure you convinced her to take you out didn’t you?”

“But Lori, that’s not true!”

“Are you calling me a liar, squeaky?”

“No I- WHO YOU CALLING SQUEAKY?”

“You. Squeaky.”

“Stop that.”

“No I won’t. You’re mine, squeaky.”

“Lori!”

“Squeaky!”

“Let me go dammit! I don’t need you to carry me I can get around by myself!’

“Okay fine, have it your way then down you go.”

Ryan felt the heat from Lori’s body fade as she gently lowered him to the stairs.  He watched the curves of her body rise over his head as she lowered him slowly. She set him standing on the third step and waited for him. He struggled mightily to pull him self up just one of the wooden steps. Each step was almost as tall as he was. He had to raise one leg over the top of the next step and pull himself up. He got to his feet only to see the next step in front of him.

“Well, come on squirt oh you are soooo slow what’s taking so long its just a step I can’t believe how long its taking you come on doll I haven’t got all day you know, you said you could get around by yourself didn’t you?”

Ryan didn’t answer her immediately as he was busy throwing himself up two more stairs. He came to a rest in a sitting position. He heard her giggle and turned around to see her towering form bent over him.

“See you’re too tiny to climb stairs. You need me to carry you.”

“I’m fine Miss, I can do this myself-“

Just then there was a rumble that Ryan felt shake through his body. It was like an intermittent stampede as he quickly got to his feet. No sooner had he done so than the giant foot slammed down just next to him. Ashley was headed up the stairs at a brisk pace. She pushed her way past Lori and stomped up the stairs.

“Hi Lori. Hi Ryan.”

“HEY HELP!”

“Hey! Ashley watch it! You almost stepped on my little Ryan!”

“Sorry guys I can’t talk right now I forgot about my date! I gotta do my nails and my hair and find the right outfit and my makeup and shoes and everything.”

“But you almost stepped-“

“Okay see you later bye Lori bye little doll man.”

“Dammit Lori she almost stepped on me! This isn’t fair! I have rights.”

“The only rights you have now are the rights to let me carry you up to my room, especially if you don’t want one of my sorority sisters to step on you. Now come here.”

“I haven’t given you permission to pick me up yet.”

“Permission? Sorry I don’t need permission to do this…”

Ryan could say no more, as Lori reached down and plucked him up from the stair. She wrapped her hand around his upper torso, cutting off his vision and stifling his voice. His muffled cries didn’t make it much further than his lips as she easily suppressed him, effectively ending the conversation. He felt his body swing freely from her fist from the waist down as she quickly walked up the stairs. She practically bolted the last flight and unlocked the door, then quickly closed it behind her. She walked over to her dresser and set Ryan down on top of it. He stumbled backward a little as she released him from her grip then stood and looked up at the head and chest of Lori Amstel looming over his tiny form. Took a few steps closer to the edge of the dresser and looked down over the edge. It was several stories down, and her realized that he was helpless to get down from practically anywhere she desired to place him without her or another big person’s help.

“Stay there while I get my work clothes off.”

“I can’t exactly get down from here you know.”

“What happened to your pants? You look ridiculous.”

“Jennifer took them from me. She ripped them apart.”

“You should have stopped her doll. You’re a big strong man.” (Giggles)

“But how could I? I’m a doll you just said so.”

“Oh, please no excuses. I guess I’ll just have to find you some doll clothes at Wal-Mart. And how did you get so wet? You’re soaking you poor thing.”

“Ashley and Brooke got salad dressing on me and they put me in a glass of water to clean me off.”

”Boy little man, it seems like my friends didn’t waste anytime with you. I have some catching up to do.” (Giggles)

 “Fuck that, get me down from here.”

“No you stay there for a sec while I get out of these work clothes.”

Ryan did as he was told as Lori stripped in front of him. He could see her slender legs as they slipped out of her work slacks. She stared at him as she unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time. She stared down at him, not saying anything, a blank expression on her face. He realized she was thinking to herself as if he wasn’t even there. She was looking right past him as she let the shirt drop to the floor. He surveyed her as she stood in front of him, clad in white bra and panties. Her straight blond hair splashed over her shoulders and over the top of her breasts as she looked at him standing next to her bottles of perfume and her hairbrushes.

“Just look at you. I still can’t get over how small you are! I still can’t believe this is possible. You really are Mr. Wilson!”

“Yes but I shrank.”

“Cool.”

“Again get me down from here.”

“You have to do whatever I tell you to. I can put you wherever. You should get used to it, you being so puny and all. Remember what happened back at the stairs?”

“You need to ask me first please.”

Lori didn’t answer she just reached out and grabbed him in her fist. She squeezed him lightly and held him out in front of her at arms length. Ryan squirmed and kicked at her in vain as she carried him across the room. He saw the dresser move away as she crossed the room with him. Then a hard surface was again at his feet as she set him down again. He looked around and down an up at Lori looming over him, only this time there was more of her to loom as the surface he was on was lower than the dresser, so he could see more of her.

“Maybe you will like my desk better.”

 

“I can’t get down from here either.’

“Ok then.”

She grabbed him again and carried him to the TV set in the corner. His legs dangled as he looked at the floor of her room far below him, passing beneath as she casually sauntered over to the TV. She put him down on the top of the set, and then grabbed the remote control.

“Hummmph, there’s never anything on. Let’s see…”

“NO! LORI! GET ME DOWN FROM HERE AT ONCE!”

Lori clicked on the remote and brought the TV to life. A crushing sonic pressure that almost caused him to black out suddenly assaulted Ryan. He held his hands over his ears in a useless attempt to keep his eardrums from breaking. He reeled and almost toppled off the front of the TV to his death below. Then the heat from the warming CRT enveloped him, causing him to break out in a sweat from the blistering heat.

“I love this song.”

“TURN IT OFF! IT’S KILLING ME!”

“But it’s just the new Pink video. Gawd, don’t be such a little scardy man, the volume isn’t even halfway up.”

Lori hit the power button on the TV remote, turning it off again. Then she grabbed Ryan, and he fought her incredible grip again. This time she put him down in his dollhouse on her nightstand, then slid it flush against the wall. She bent over and peered in the window at him, a pleased expression on her face.

“I guess you can just stay in there then while I shower.

“B-But I-I’m still a prisoner.”

“Well that is not going to changer no matter where I put you, silly.”

“Don’t leave me in here!”

“Oh, you want to shower with me then?”

“No! I’ve already had a shower!”

“Oh did my friends wash you up? That’s sooo cute. You can just stay in there until I get back then doll.”

Ryan was going to protest some more but the giantess clad in bra and panties turned her back on him. He saw her grab a bathrobe that was hanging on the door. She slipped it on and slipped quickly out of the room. With dread he listened for the reassuring click of the lock as Lori closed the door behind her. He didn’t hear it.

June 1 2003 7:35 PM, Lori Amstel’s bedroom, third floor, Delta Theta Delta sorority. Fresno State University. Fresno, CA

Ryan paced around the dollhouse. Lori had been gone to the shower for well over an hour. He set about putting the furniture back in place and tidying up the room from the event earlier in the day. It was ridiculous activity but it looked like he was going to be there for a while so he may as well make it at habitable as a plastic dollhouse could be. He began to wish for the Model House he had had his students build and that was currently in Allison’s house. At least that had some comforts. Here he had even less places to hide from prying eyes and probing fingers. He nervously listened for sounds of activity from outside the dollhouse, as Lori had not locked her door when she went off to shower.

It wasn’t soon after when his fears became founded. While his back was turned he heard the sound of the door to the bedroom opening. Expecting it to be Lori returning from her shower he kept his back turned until it was too late.

He fell to the ground as the dollhouse shifted and one side moved away from the wall. All the furniture he had just put back and set up again was thrown about crazily. A gigantic female hand snaked in the open side and dropped over him for a second before the fingers curled around him and lifted him swiftly from the dollhouse.

“Whoa. I see what the fuss is all about. You are soooo cool! Lookit how tiny you are!”

“Help me please!”

“Help you? Sure little man I can help you. What do you need help with?”

“Please help me get away from this place. I need to get to a doctor to reverse the shrinking!”

“Oh don’t be silly. You’re Lori’s. She’d be so pissed at me if I let you go. I just came in here to see you. Wow, check you out, you’re so teeny!”

“Help put me down! What is the meaning of this? I will not be treated in this fashion do you hear?”

“What fashion is that? You mean treated like a doll? Well you are a doll, I mean you can’t be a real person cause real people are big and you’re sooooo small! The other girls were right, you are kind of cute.”

Ryan hung suspended in front of the face of a new girl. She was a blond, about 5’ 7” with long curly hair, maybe a touch too much eye shadow and/or mascara, and a killer 34B-24-34 body to boot. Her blue cotton summer dress hung gracefully on her lovely figure. Unlike some of the other girls she was naturally thin, and played no sports nor did she work out. Courtney’s favorite sport was shopping for clothes and shoes at the mall. Inspecting the protesting man in her fist she decided at once what she wanted for Christmas. She wanted one of these for her own. She wondered why she couldn’t just buy one at the mall, it was so unfair that Lori gets one and she doesn’t.

Ryan kicked out at the new girl, ineffectual as it was, and yelled at her at the top of his lungs. He pleaded and begged and ordered and wheedled but nothing could make the girl let go of him. If anything she held him even tighter against her chest as she introduced herself to him. The girl sat on the edge of Lori’s bed with him, holding him up to her face as she examined him at her leisure.

“The girls told me all about you. I’m Courtney. It’s nice to meet you little man. I can’t get over how adorable you are awww…”

“Hey my name is Ryan, Courtney, and if you would be so kind as to release me and let me down I can set about finding medical assistance if its all the same to you-“

“Ryan, that’s a cute name for a cute little doll man, tee-hee!”

“I’m not a doll, I’m actually real. I-“

“Yeah that’s what they said but I’m not sure I believe them yet.”

“I assure you miss, I am one hundred percent real.”

“Oooooo are you?”

“Can’t you feel my warmth in your hand.”

“No silly let me hold you tighter.”

“Ow no! Put me down.”

“I was just kidding you big baby. Ohmigod I guess you are real! I can’t believe this its like the coolest thing ever.”

“Its not cool you don’t know your own strength. Ease up please.”

“Ok sorry, be good now.”

“W-what do you want with me?”

“Relax I’m just looking at you,”

“You can look but don’t touch.”

“Well it’s too late for that philosophy.” (Giggles)

“It’s never too late.”

“It is for you, little puppet. You’re mine.” (Giggles more)

“I’m Lori’s, I guess.  For now.”

“Well you’re mine, at least until Lori gets back.”

“Which won’t be in very long I warn you.”

“Warn me? Why? Lori and I are friends and she shares everything with me. She wouldn’t dare keep you her little secret.”

“Ok well you did so you can put me back in my dollhouse now please.”

“No let me put you on the bed.”

“No that’s ok Courtney I-whooooooooooa!”

Courtney laughed and casually flipped him up in the air over her shoulder, towards the center of Lori’s bed. Ryan sailed end over end, arms and legs flailing, He did a triple Lindy before hitting the bed surface with a bounce. Luckily he landed on his rear, breaking his fall on the soft mattress. As soon as he came to rest, however, Courtney turned and leaned over across the front of the bed. She reached and pinched one of his ankles between her thumb and forefinger and lifted him up again.

“Wheeeeeeee!”

“Courtney, stop it! You’re getting me dizzy!”

“Oopsy- Daisy!”

 

“Whoooooooooooooa!”

Ryan went sailing up in the air end over end again. The room rang out with Courtney’s laughter as she sprawled out over the front of the bed lying on her side across the bed width. As soon as Ryan hit the mattress she plucked him up again by his ankles and swung him up through the air. For several minutes she amused herself with him like this. Then she got bored of that so she just grabbed him and held him up to her face.

“How come you’re so small?”

“Well it’s a long story, it started when-“

“I mean look at you. I never saw anything as tiny as you. You’re even smaller than my boobs. Look.”

Courtney flipped over on the bed so she was lying on her back, then she gently lowered Ryan to her chest, right in the exposed skin of her cleavage, which her dress showed off so well.  She removed her hand for a second, and Ryan lost his balance and fell down. He rolled to the side and accidentally slipped under her dress. He ran his hands over her bra as her dress draped over his back.

“Hey mister, I didn’t say you could go there, get out of there at once!”

“I’m sorry Courtney I slipped I didn’t mean-“

“Oh shut up you are such a typical man, as I expected.”

Courtney plucked him from her cleavage and held him suspended above her as she lay back on the bed. She easily upended him and let him squirm upside down for a bit.

“Heeeeeeeeeeelp!”

“Oh, shush. Be brave for Courtney, ok doll?”

“Lemme go! Lemme go!”

“Sorry I can’t. Besides you’re too much fun to just let go. I think Lori should keep you forever. If she doesn’t want to do that maybe she would sell you to me.”

“AHEM…UM…I don’t think so Courtney. He’s my little doll man. What do you think of him Court? Isn’t he fucking amazing?”

“Oh, hi Lori, didn’t hear you come in. I heard about him from some of the girls. I hope you don’t mind me checking him out while you’re getting ready to go out.”

“Well, I was gonna show him to you anyway. As long as you don’t hurt him.”

Lori moved over to her closet. She shed her bathrobe, exposing her naked backside to Ryan’s view. Courtney noticed and immediately spun him around away from Lori and facing her.

“Uh-uh-uh. No peeking at Lori while she’s dressing.”

“Did you hear me Courtney? No breaking him.”

“I’m not. He seems like a tough little thing. I was tossing him on the bed and he doesn’t seem any worse for wear.”

“Hey be careful with him, he’s not unbreakable you know. He’s so fragile.”

She slipped on a pair of skin tight black leather pants and thin little black halter top, both of which contrasted nicely with her golden hair. Lori then moved over to her dresser and her makeup kit while talking to her friend who was still sprawled out on her bed with the tiny man in her cupped palm, The fingers of her free hand came up to idly stroke his body as they chatted.

“I wasn’t doing anything bad with him. Where are we going tonight?”

“I figured we would check out Infinity. Kara wanted to see what is was like, and she knows the bouncer.”

“Hey, Lori, I got an idea.”

“What?”

“Let’s tale the little man clubbing with us!”

“That’s funny. Want to go out dancing with us little Ryan?”

“Dancing? Are you girls’ nuts? How can I dance like this?”

“Don’t worry Ryan we’ll find a short girl for you.” (Giggles)

“I think he likes tall girls, don’t you Ryan?”

“But you’re all tall to me.”

“True.”

“Courtney get Kara and Jennifer and tell them we’re ready to go. I’ll meet you guys at the front door in five minutes.”

“Can we take Ryan with us?”

“Oh, he’s coming whether he likes it or not.”

“Cool. Be right back.”

Courtney dropped Ryan on the bed and quickly got up to get Jennifer and Kara, leaving Ryan alone with his mistress.

“I am NOT going out with you,”

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not.’

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not.”

“No you’re not.”

“Yes I am.”

“No you’re not.”

“Yes I am.”

“No you’re not.”

“YES I AM! I AM! I AM GOING CLUBBING WITH YOU AND YOUR GIRLFRIENDS AND THAT’S FINAL!”

‘Fine it’s settled.”

“FINE, I- NO, HEY WAIT A MINUTE!!!”

Lori grabbed a scrunchy from her dresser top, then turned toward the bed and reached for Ryan. He panicked when he saw the scrunchy and realized what she hand in mind but she was too fast for him. She gave him a quick kiss on the midsection and told him not to worry. Then she pulled her hair in a ponytail and threaded her ponytail through the scrunchy and pulled it up. Ryan struggled in vain as she lifted him and threaded him through the scrunchy, working him into the mass of ponytail locks. He soft silky blond hair was all around him, filling his nose with the scent of apple shampoo. The strands were everywhere in thick and thin bunches that tangled around his head and limbs as she worked him in. His hands were free so he could hang on to the scrunchy as she walked. It was like being in the tail gunner seat of an old World War II bomber as she walked out of the room down to the stairwell. With every step she took her hair became more and more tangled around him. He looked out through the strands to see the bedroom door recede into the distance and the hallway pass by. Then he was tilted and jilted as she practically bounded down the stairs. Her ponytail bounced up and down with each vibrant step she took, and Ryan with it. He got sick and suddenly became glad they hadn’t given him much to eat because surely he’d have lost his lunch by now.

At the bottom of the first floor stairway he heard more voices as Lori approached the front door.

“Where’s your little man Lori? We can’t wait to dance with him!”

“Are you girls crazy? You’ll squash me!”

“Oh! I hear him. Where is he Lori? Did you put him in your bra?”

“No he is hidden in my ponytail. Isn’t that neat?”

“OHMIGAWD THAT IS SO FUNNY!”

“LOOK AT HIM IN THERE HE LOOKS SO PRECIOUS LIKE THAT!”

“HI Ryan.”

“Hi cutie.”

“Hi doll.”

Ryan stared out at the three faces of Courtney, Kara, and Jennifer as he swished side to side with Lori’s head. They brought their hands up and slid them under the ponytail, lifting her hair, and him, slightly as they admired him.

“Awwww, I want a little man in MY hair.”

“Yeah that looks so cool.”

“Me too.”

“Ok stop playing with my hair.  I want to go.”

“Get me out of here! Help! Lori! Stop this crazy thing!”

“Oh shush we are only walking a few blocks.”

“It seems like miles to me.”

“Well that is because you are toy sized now, Mr. Wilson.”

As they walked along the sidewalk through the campus Ryan could peer out and see giant men and women passing in the other direction. Kara and Jennifer were walking right behind Lori, their eyes sparkling in amusement at Ryan. Ryan for his part just shut his eyes and tried to block out his predicament as his prison rocked from side to side. As they continued down the street he heard the throbbing beat of some house music, getting louder and louder and louder with each step the girls walked.

June 1 2003 8:25 PM, Dance floor, Infinity. Fresno State University. Fresno, CA

Ryan was well concealed in Lori’s ponytail as the three girls danced on the floor of Infinity. Luckily nobody had seen him as the girls waited in line, then were admitted to the club. The club was dark with lots of flashing strobes that moved to the music. Although it was still early the club was already packed and smoky and noisy. Ryan could hear the giant roar of young men and women dancing and having a good time as the techno beat thundered. Lori and the girls were in the middle of the dance floor, having a great time as they danced.

Ryan was whipped from side to side at a furious pace. He tried to hold on to the scrunchy but his arms slipped underneath it. He felt his body began to slip completely through the scrunchy as he was tossed violently back and forth.

“Help! Lori! Kara! Jennifer! Courtney!  I’m falling catch me! I’m falliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnng!”

He yelled in vain as he slipped through but the music was way too loud for him to be heard. He grabbed handfuls of Lori’s hair, using it to slow his decent. It reminded him of repelling as he dropped down the small of her back and bounced off her rear. He screamed as the dance floor got closer and closer. He expected to hit with such force that his neck would be broken but at the last minute he bounced off Lori’s calf and dropped to the floor unhurt.

He looked up in fascination at the giants and giantesses all moving to the beat, towering above him.

“Hey! Girls! Down here! Down here! Pick me up! Pick me up do you hear me! I said pick me up dammit!”

His cries were in vain as the girls were too into dancing to notice or hear him far below. He had to juke left and right to avoid the feet of a giant girl with clear 4-inch plastic pumps. He backed away only to almost get squashed by a giant Birkenstock. The toes of the Birkenstock wearer were painted in a blue glittery nail polish that sparkled when the flashing lights hit her toes. Ryan ran as fast as he could through and around dozens of stomping feet and legs, heading for the far wall near the hallway leading to the bathrooms. There was also a pay phone on the wall between the men and women’s bathrooms, and he could see someone talking on it but he couldn’t make out who it was. He made it to the wall unseen and unhurt. Slowly he crept along the wall toward the hallway where the restrooms were. He had finally made it to the hall when the women’s bathroom door opened up. He was spotted immediately.

“What is that? What are you?”

“No…NO!”

In a flash she was on him, advancing on his position. She bent down, and her hand reached out as she stooped. Ryan screamed as she descended closer and closer to him. As her fingers seized him he yelled out at the top of his lungs:

“Put me d-...”

TO BE CONTINUED

Dollhouse Blues, Part Eight

Copyright 2002 littletoy

June 1 2003 8:42 PM, Dance floor, Infinity. Fresno State University. Fresno, CA

“-down! Put me down!”

“LET HIM GO BITCH, HE’S MINE!”

“Kara thank god you’re-“

“You just shut up shrimp. I saw you trying to get away. Lucky for you I followed you. You are in such trouble just wait till we get you home!”

“But Kara!”

“What do you think you’re doing with my tiny boyfriend, you troublemaker?”

“I’m not your tiny boyfriend!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you two were a couple. Here take him.”

“Just don’t let it happen again. He’s MY tiny boyfriend.”

“Hey! I’m not your tiny boyfriend!”

“He says he’s not your tiny boyfriend.”

“Ryan, don’t be shy! We can tell everyone now, its okay.”

“WHAT?”

“Okay, jeez, take him already. I don’t see what the BIG deal is anyway. He’s a bit small for you, if you ask me.”

“Well, nobody asked you so get lost.”

“Watch it doll. I might step on you accidentally. What would your girlfriend think if she had to scrape you off the floor?”

“I told you she’s not my girl friend.”

“Oh, whatever. I’m going to go find my friends. It was nice meeting you. Too bad your girlfriend showed up. I was going to show you to all my friends. Bye.”

“Hey! No girlfriend! No girlfriend!”

Kara hoisted him up to her face, her red hair spilling down around her shoulders and over her breasts, just in front of and directly below Ryan. She gave him a little squeeze around the middle as she pouted.

“Hmmmph…what’s the matter Ryan? Don’t you want to be my tiny boyfriend?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Put me down!”

“Well we fooled her didn’t we?”

“Stop teasing me like that. Stop calling me your tiny boyfriend it’s not true anyway.”

“Oh shush Ryan I think you like it. I bet you wish you could be my tiny boyfriend for real hehehe. Now, what were you doing on the floor?”

“I fell out of Lori’s hair and I…”

“You were trying to find me so you could ask me to dance, right?”

“No, I…”

 

“Awww, that is sooo sweet. You’re shy. Come on and dance with me!”

Kara sauntered across the dance floor back to where the girls were. Holding Ryan in her clenched fist she waved him back and forth through the air as she walked, a little buzzed and grooving to the beat. Ryan saw the room spin crazily by as Kara waved him around, up and down, back and forth.

“WOOOOOOOOO!”

“Careful. Don’t drop me!”

“Don’t worry my tiny boyfriend, I’ve got you.”

“Stop with the tiny boyfriend bit already. I’m not your tiny boyfriend.”

“Girls, look how well our little toy doll man dances.”

Kara took hold of his hand with her free thumb and forefinger, and then loosened her grip. He fell from her palm and dangled in front of her face by one arm. She could hear him shout in pain so she brought her other thumb and finger up and pinched his other wrist. Now he was dangling by his wrists in front of her face as she pulled first one arm up then the other, alternating so it looked like he was dancing with her. Like a puppeteer pulling strings she shook him back and forth gently.

“Hey, ow, stop!”

“That is so cool. I want to dance with him next.”

“Me too.”

“Come on Ryan, show us your moves. Dance with me little guy!”

Kara was bumping and grinding as she swung the tiny man around wildly. He was whizzing by Kara’s various body parts as she whipped him about by his wrists, his little legs dangling crazily, bumping into her breasts and stomach as she lowered and raised him to the beat, periodically lifting him to her lips and kissing him lightly on the midsection before manipulating his body some more. He could see the amused faces of Lori, Courtney, and Jennifer as they watched Kara dance with the little man.

“This isn’t funny, you’re hurting me you overgrown coed, you. Put me down! Put me down this instant do you hear me? I demand you listen to me. I don’t want to dance with you anymore you’re too rough. Put me down Kara please I beg you!”

“You’re a great little dancer doll man. Most guys can’t keep up with me. There’s hope for you yet teeny.”

Just as it seemed like his arms were going to be ripped from their sockets she let go of one wrist and closed her fist around him once again, then brought him close against her for a slow dance. He was crushed in her cleavage as she swayed in a slow deliberate motion. Her soft skin felt like it was melting into his as heat radiated from her body. After a couple of minutes like this Kara lifted him from her cleavage and raised him to her face again.

“Hang on.”

Ryan saw her smooth neck, then her breasts and stomach as she lowered him. She had on a short top that revealed her belly. She was wearing a gold belly ring and a little belly chain as well. She brought him down against her abdomen and let go as his hands reached out instinctively, one hand grabbing the metal belly ring, the other catching the belly chain. She released him, and he was left swinging from her belly ring. She barely noticed his weight.

“Look girls! Wheeeeeeeeeeee!”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Let me down from here right this instant do you hear me Kara!”

“Look at him holding on for dear life! Careful don’t drop him Kara.”

“Ooof!”

“Hang on there, Ryan!”

“Help! Ooof!-”

Kara raised her arms up above her head and started snapping her fingers as she danced. Ryan was buffeted around by her tummy as he slammed into her with each sway and thrust of her torso. He tried in vain to keep his legs and feet from swinging out from her, then slamming back into her taut midsection. She started swiveling her hips faster and faster, her hair whipping about. He saw her stomach contract and expand with her laughter felt the result where she made contact with his body. Her arms hands were swerving left and right as she snapped her fingers to the music, thin frame grinding away.

Ryan looked far down to the dance floor below as he hung from the redhead’s navel ring. He had a secure hold, but the sight of the hard floor 30 feet below made him nervous. Her long legs seemed to descend forever and the floor never stayed in front of him at the same place as she moved gracefully about. No way could he survive a straight drop down. Even if he did he would still be at the mercy of hundreds of giant feet that could slam down on him any second. The room was filled with giants so its not like he could just slip away if he did make it to the floor.

Kara did a complete 360-degree spin, causing him to go horizontal as he held on for dear life. He let go of her belly ring but managed to get a hold of her belly chain just in time to prevent a fall to his death. He slammed back into her torso, and then felt a set of fingers clamp about his torso and lift him up. He held on to the belly chain in vain, trying to stop his ascent as Jennifer plucked him off of Kara’s stomach. He hung on to the chain as Jennifer gently pulled at him, finally letting go of the chain only when it became apparent she was going to pull even if it meant pulling his arms out of their sockets, or the ring out of Kara’s navel, whichever came first. Kara barely felt any pressure on her belly ring as Ryan hung on of dear life. The chain tensed but did not break. He had to give in. He let go, and found himself sitting in Jennifer’s palm as she raised him up to her lips.

“My turn to dance with you Ryan!”

“No, I’m getting dizzy. I think I’ll be going now.”

“Come on, let’s DANCE!”

She opened up he top and slipped him inside, pinning him in her bra between her breasts.

“Hold me close Ryan, this is a slow dance and you’re supposed to hold me close.”

”But you’re the one who’s holding me. Holding me prisoner. Lemme go and I promise not to tell the authorities.”

“Well since you are threatening me with the authorities I guess we’ll have to keep you forever so you can’t tell them. Thanks for the tip.”

“Ok I take it back, I promise not to tell.”

“Too late. I don’t think we can trust you.”

“Well stop crushing me to death between your bosoms and I wouldn’t have to tell anyone.”

“I am not. We’re just dancing. Let me show you. Hold me closer Ryan.”

Jennifer’s hand came up to cover him, pressing him tight against her. She crossed her arms over her chest and squeezed her ample breasts over the tiny man as she swayed to and fro. Her boobs pressed him in from both sides, making him into a tiny man sandwich. She smiled down at him and gently danced with him in a slow and deliberate manner. Ryan was adrift in rolling waves of female flesh. He felt seasick but the feeling went away after a bit. Her breasts felt nice and firm to him, and he liked the way they gave where they pressed in on him from either side.

“That’s better. You feel neat and snug in there, and you dance great!”

“You call this dancing? You put me down and I’ll show you dancing!”

“You hear that girls? The doll wants to show us dancing. Ok little man lets see your best moves this time. And you better not think about running away.”

Jennifer gently set him down on the dance floor while the three other girls surrounded him from both sides, cutting off any possible escape. He looked up at their towering figures, kneeling in front of him, and at the giant figures dancing in the distance. He sighed, and dropped to the floor and began break dancing, a skill he learned back in the 90’s when he was in high school. He moon walked backward, then dropped to his back and began twirling and spinning, on his rear, then on his head, using one hand for support as he flipped over and back to the beat. As he did so the girls backed off and he could see other giants coming closer, closing in a circle around him. The crowd gave him an open area and watched with interest as the tiny figure spun and whirled around. Soon everybody in the entire room was clapping to the beat, watching him put on a performance. Ryan felt like he was on the old TV show “Dance Fever” as he spun and whirled.

 

“WOW LOOK AT HIM GO!”

“He’s so talented. I can’t believe he’s such a great little dancer that is SO adorable!”

“Yeah my tiny boyfriend is quite a dancer.”

“I’m not your tiny boyfriend.”

“Oh, please Kara he’s not your tiny boyfriend.”

“Well he would be if I said so.”

“If he’s going to be anybody’s tiny boyfriend he’s going to me mine since I’m the one who got him, remember.”

“What if he picks me instead Lori?”

“HE doesn’t have a choice. There isn’t going to be any picking. You can all share him and he’ll be OUR tiny boyfriend.”

“I’m not gonna be you girls’ tiny boyfriend!”

“Sure you are. You already are. Ok show’s over little man.”

Courtney said that as she plucked him up by one ankle while he was doing a kick-spin move. He sailed into the air by one leg, his arms hanging down, other leg kicking at air as she lifted him up slowly to her face.

“Hey…no…Courtney…please…put me….down…Courtney…be…reasonable…”

“But it’s my turn to dance with you. I saw you liked being in Lori’s scrunchy when she danced. What about my hair? Its nice and soft and silky.”

Saying so, Courtney lowered him down by one ankle onto the open palm of her other hand. She laid him across her palm and lifted him to her lips. He backed up against her fingers as she thrust him against her lips briefly for a kiss that covered his chest, sighing heavily as she did so. He felt the very tip of her tongue brush against him before moving him away.

*SMACK*

“Oooo tiny boyfriend is a good kisser.”

“Courtney, stop calling me your tiny boyfriend do you hear?”

“No I like it, it sounds cute. Kiss me again.” (Giggles)

“But YOU kissed ME!”

“Oh whatever…”

*SMACK*

“Hey stop it!”

“Mmmmmm…you taste good too. I could just eat you up!”

Ryan watched her head and shoulders draw nearer and nearer to him, then she shifted him to her side, and her shoulder and breast were just below him. He looked up at the curly strands of Courtney’s long blond hair converging all around him. Her fingers thrust him into the silky curtain, and the scent of her hair was everywhere around him, her hair draping all over and around him. He felt a solid surface below his feet and knew it was her shoulder. To his right was her smooth cheek and her ear just above that. Her fingers retreated from their hold on him and he quickly grabbed hold of her locks, twisting the hair around his arms so he could balance himself and remain standing on her shoulder. He was suddenly lurched around and the shoulder left his feet as Courtney danced around, the motion causing him to swing away from her shoulder as he hair swished around. He was wrapped securely around her hair, but it was so silky and soft he found his grip slipping. He was sliding lower down her hair.

“Help, I’m slipping!”

His cries went unheeded as Courtney watched him bump against her shoulder. She knew she should slow down but she just couldn’t help herself. He slipped lower down her locks, and she felt him now brush against her breasts. He squealed in delight at the touch of his shoe on the area over her nipple. His feet kicked wildly, trying to get a footing on anything. The slope of her bosom was too steep for him. Finally the song ended and Courtney grabbed him up again.

“You are such a good dancer. That was so much fun my tiny boyfriend. I’ll dance with you some more a little later, ok?”

“For the last time I am not your tiny boyfriend.”

“Whatever you say. Back into the scrunchy with you doll.”

Courtney turned to Lori and lifted Ryan up to her. Lori turned her back so Courtney could access her ponytail. Ryan was brought up again against his squeaking protests, and slipped underneath the scrunchy, securing him firmly. That done the girls started dancing again, totally ignoring their new tiny boyfriend.

Ryan kicked and struggled in Lori’s hair, but that only made matters worse. He started slipping free again, and just as before he had to slide down her hair, This time at the end of her ponytail he saw a girl with a flowing silk dress brush up against Lori’s back. Ryan grabbed a handful of her silk dress as it neared him and quickly transferred to the girls dress just as Lori moved away. He was now swinging from the rear of this girl as she danced. Slowly he lowered himself down the length of her dress, watching the floor get nearer and nearer as she shifted toward the center of the dance floor. He let go at a reasonable height and landed on his feet. He looked up just to see a tall brunette’s shoe slam down in front of him. He tried to move away but the shoe plowed into him as she took a step, scooping him up onto the top of her foot. Suddenly he was rising and falling with this girl’s foot as she walked further and further away from Lori and the girls. Now he was in completely unfamiliar territory. The girl walked over to the wall and stopped. Ryan took the opportunity to climb down from her shoe before she started walking again. No sooner had he done so and began creeping along the wall, trying to avoid detection, when he saw a giant girl bending down, reaching for him, and incredulous look on her sparkling eyes.

June 1 2003 9:17 PM, Dance floor, Infinity. Fresno State University. Fresno, CA

“WOW!”

“Get away!”

“OHMIGOD!”

“No! Don’t! Miss! Leave me alone I mean it!”

“Gotcha!”

“Please…aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

“But who are you? Where did you come from? Why are you so small? Awww, just look at you! Come with me, ha ha ha, don’t struggle, I’m not going to hurt you.”

Ryan studied the girl holding him captive. She was medium height, maybe 5’ 5”, black hair, brown eyes, wearing a black skirt and top that clung to her cute figure. Her fingers were constricted around him as she examined him. He tried to shout and yell but the pulsing music was way too loud for him to be heard over. The room whiled about him, music throbbing and lights flashing as she carried him across the dance floor, half dancing half walking as she snaked through the crowd. Ryan could see Lori and the other girls dancing in the corner, still oblivious to his disappearance.

Ryan was suddenly slammed into her soft bosom and securely against her black top. Her breasts came into contact with him as she held him close, shielding and concealing him clumsily from the mass of dancing people. The girl brought her free hand up and spread it over his upper half. The heat from her body was stifling, her perfume overpowering due to his close proximity. Now Ryan couldn’t even see where she was taking him. He could hear her walking but couldn’t see her enter the doorway with a sign over it marked “VIP”.

“Come with me tiny man. You can buy me a champagne cocktail.”

“No thanks Miss, I’m not thirsty.”

“Of course you are. They have the best champagne in the VIP room.”

“It’s the same crap you get out here, only priced higher.”

“Yeah but the people are higher class and richer. But I got something the richest person in the world doesn’t have; YOU!”

“Awww, come on young lady, you can’t “have” me. I am a free US citizen so let me go.”

“But you’re really small. Why can’t I just take you for my very own? Huh?”

“Because my oversized friend, that would be kidnapping and you look like a nice, perfectly charming, law abiding young woman.”

“Kidnapping, shmidnapping you’re coming with me.”

“Shit not again! Lemme go…”

June 1 2003 9:33 PM, VIP Room, Infinity. Fresno State University. Fresno, CA

The sounds of the house music faded a little as the girl entered the quieter VIP room. Ryan glanced around and could see that most of the booths were semi private, with dividers. He could see couples making out in a couple of them. She walked over to an empty booth and sat down, setting Ryan down on the table before her. He looked out over the table edge and realized he was impossibly high up and couldn’t get down without her.

“Now where did my friends go? I wanted to show them to you. Oh well maybe later ok?”

“Hey what do you think you’re doing? Lemme down! Get me down from this table right now.”

“Shhhh…here comes the waiter.”

A waiter came up to the table and took their order. The black haired girl ordered two glasses of champagne. The waiter wrote the order down on his pad of paper, never looking up at the unusual couple sitting at his table, then moved off to get the drinks.

The girl picked up Ryan again and dangled him before her face while the champagne was on its way.

“What’s your name little thing? You do have one don’t you? I mean- what I mean is you are alive aren’t you, you adorable little thing.”

“My- my- name is…Ryan…Ryan Wilson,” He answered softly.

“That’s cute. I’m Tiffany. I go to school here.”

Tiffany talked to him for a few minutes while they waited for the champagne. She told him a little about herself but didn’t seem much interested in hearing about him. He was told about her major in Art Design and how she was going to New York after she graduated next year and about her rich family and all the houses and stuff they had. Ryan found it hard to get a word in edgewise with this spoiled coed but then again he was getting used to having his opinions and statements disregarded without so much as an acknowledgement from his new captors. The waiter brought two glasses of champagne for them. Beth put him down between the two glasses while Ryan looked at the two glasses on either side of him.

“Now see here Miss Tiffany I can’t drink out of that, I couldn’t budge them much less lift on up. And besides they are almost as tall as I am. Stop this nonsense-“

“But I insist. Since you’re buying.”

“BUYING? Do I look like I have cash one me?  Currency is almost as big as I am!”

 

“Oh don’t be silly little man you had to have paid the cover charge to get in here. Don’t be shy you can buy me a drink I won’t bite.”

“But the champagne glass-“

“Its alright, I’ll help you in.”

 

“IN?”

Tiffany giggled and gently scooped up Ryan in her palm. Before he could react the palm tilted, sending him tumbling into the champagne glass below. He fell backward into the glass, his head going under, his arms and legs sticking out. He swallowed several mouthfuls of champagne before popping his head back up. It was just like being in a glass wading pool. The glass was wide but shallow. Champagne dripped from his hair down his face into his mouth. He had to admit it was darn good bubbly.

“Hey what’s the big idea?”

“I’m just making my favorite champagne cocktail.” (Giggles)

“Yeah well get me out of here Tiffany.”

“Not until I’ve had my cocktail.”

Ryan found himself lifted off the table with the glass. Beneath the part of the glass that held the bubbly he could see her powerful fingers gripping the stem. It was obvious that the added weight of his body in the glass made no difference to the girl. She raised him up to her lips, which opened slightly as the glass tilted in front of her face. Ryan watched in fascination and horror as her lips pressed against the rim just between his legs. Gallons of champagne poured over and around him as she drained the champagne glass in a couple of swallows. Then her lips closed around one of his bare legs as she playfully sucked the excess champagne off one leg, then the other. Clad only in his shoes, socks and boxers from the waist down he felt her soft lips caress his thigh.

“Mmmmmm that was delicious.”

“HEY STOP!”

“So what’s your story my little doll?”

“Miss I am NOT your little doll! I was shrunken in an accident, and I’ve since been held captive against my will by a succession of young women who seen intent on keeping me-“

“KEEPING you ooooo I like that idea. Can I keep you too? Please?”

“Absolutely not. Put me down on the table miss.”

“Put you down? You haven’t even touched your champagne yet. If you don’t want it I guess I’ll have some of yours thanks…”

“Tiffany no wait!”

Tiffany plucked Ryan from the empty champagne glass and, giggling loudly to herself, dropped him into the second glass. Champagne splashed out on to the table he fell in ass backward.

“*GLUG*…*COUGH*…*SPUTTER*….whooooooooooaaaaaaaa!”

Ryan lost his sense of balance as she grabbed the glass and tilted it back again. This time she tilted her head all the way back until Ryan fell forward out of the glass on to her face. He grabbed onto the bridge of her nose for support as she moved the glass back down to the table, leaving him hanging from her face.

“Help! Tiffany I’m gonna fall help!”

Tiffany smiled and crinkled up her nose just enough so he would lose his grip. He fell backward, kicking and screaming onto her waiting palm. His wet body made a little ‘splat’ when it hit her palm that she found cute.

“Gotcha again. Say if you are a real person who got shrunk by accident why don’t’ you find an antidote. That’s what they do in those science fiction movies.”

“I don’t think there is any antidote. It was a fluke. I couldn’t even tell you exactly what it was that shrunk me.”

“Oh so you’re stuck like this? Cool. You’re all wet and sticky from the champagne. Let me help you.”

Ryan was suddenly engulfed in her mouth as she simply leaned forward and sucked his upper half in between her lips. He kicked out with his lips on the outside of her mouth. Her tongue swirled around him, and he felt the gently pressure of her mouth sucking the champagne from his shirt, shoes, socks, and boxer shorts. Tiffany kept him in there for the longest time until she was convinced that that most of the champagne has been sucked out of his clothes. She grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him out of her mouth and set him back in her palm. Ryan was next assaulted by a blast of her breath as she blew on him in an attempt to get him dry. Her breath was a mixture of champagne and mint as she directed her breath through her pursed lips. She blew his hair dry first, then worked his way down to his shirt and boxers. She blew on his bare legs but decided to leave the shoes and socks alone for the moment. Perhaps later.

“There, all dry now. Better?”

“I need to find Lori.”

“Lori? Who’s Lori?”

“The girl that had been keeping me. She’s here with her friends. I fell out from her hair while they were dancing.”

“HA Serves her right for not keeping you secure. Don’t worry though you can stay with me.”

“No thank you.”

“Ok fine be that way-“

“Your check, miss.”

“Give it to him. He’s buying.”

“Your check, sir.”

The waiter left the check in front of them and walked away. Ryan walked over and nearly fainted when he was the bill.

“FIFTY BUCKS? What kind of place it this? FIFTY bucks for two tiny glasses of champagne I can get for ten bucks anywhere else! What a rip off.”

“That’s not nice little man. Pay the bill.”

“ME? How about you? I told you I don’t have any money! What am I going to do now?”

“It’s not nice to offer to pay and then welch out.”

“I’m not welching! I’M SIX INCHES TALL!! Where am I going to carry money?”

“Well fine then you don’t have to get all crabby. I’m sorry. I’ll pay and you can owe me for the drinks.”

“HEELLOOOO are you listening?? I said I’m broke and TINY!”

“Well then I’ll just have to keep you as collateral until you can pay me.”

“But- but- how can I get the money to pay you if you keep me captive as collateral?”

“Hmmmph I don’t want to bother with little details. You owe me fifty bucks and you’re coming with me until I collect.”

“Tiffany that makes no sense…NOOOOOOOO!”

Tiffany pulled open her black top and dropped the little man down against her breast, then let the tight fabric snap back into shape over her breast. A lump was clearly visible against her chest as she got up from the booth. She reached into her pocked and pulled out a fifty and left it on the table, then briskly walked out of the room.

Ryan heard the pounding of the music intensify as Tiffany walked across the dance floor with him heading for the exit. He could feel and hear the clack-clack-clack of her heels against the hard floor, and the weight of her firm breast shifting up and down with each brisk step she took. He had gotten pretty good at estimating women’s breast sizes since he had been shrunk and he estimated hers at around 34C, quite impressive. Tiffany tried to make a beeline across the floor and out the door but the place was simply too crowded. She ended up having to push her way through the crush of dancing college kids. Ryan felt his back collide with other girls’ breasts as they bumped against Tiffany. He tried to imagine one of these girls bumping into him being Lori, but he was held too snugly and it was too dark for anyone to notice him trapped in the girl’s top. Then he was jarred violently as Tiffany collided with someone in the middle of the dance floor.

June 1 2003 9:56 PM, Dance Floor, Infinity. Fresno State University. Fresno, CA

“‘Scuse me.”

“Hey watch where you’re going!”

“I said EX-cuse ME!”

“You got a problem?”

“I’m looking at it.”

“Back off bitch!”

“Help Lori It’s me Ryan!”

“Who said that?”

“Umm…it was nobody, I just coughed.”

“Lori she has me in her top HELP!”

“HEY THAT”S MY LITTLE RYAN DOLL!”

“Your what? I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“I’m here! Down here! Help me Lori please!”                                        

”Shhhhh…quiet down there.”

Lori quickly reached up to her scrunchy to feel Ryan. When she realized he wasn’t in her hair she looked Tiffany square in the eye with a look that would kill a charging rhino at fifty yards.

“WHERE IS HE?”

“Who?”

“What’s that in your top? Is that my Ryan?”

“YOUR Ryan? I found him fair and square. He’s MY Ryan now!”

“He is not! I brought him here!”

“Well, you lost him and I found him. Finder’s keepers. Besides he owes me fifty bucks and I’m holding him for collateral.”

“Give him back I mean it.”

“No he is property of Tiffany Daniels and he is coming to live with me at the Phi Rho house.”

“He is not. He belongs to me, Lori Amstel, and he already lives in my room at the Delta Theta Delta house.”

“Well I’m taking him with me and that’s final.”

“That’s what you think. Girls she has our tiny boyfriend!”

“I am not your tiny boyfriend dammit get me out of here!”

Suddenly, Courtney, Jennifer and Kara surrounded Tiffany. The music pounded away as Tiffany reached out and pushed Lori back. Lori regained her balance and reached out for the lump under Tiffany’s top. She tugged on the fabric, stretching is out and causing Ryan to tumble free from her breast for a second, then Lori let go of the fabric as Tiffany pushed her back, and the cloth snapped back into shape, trapping him again. He swayed from side to side as the screams of the girls filled his ears. Then he went horizontal against her as Lori pushed Tiffany to the dance floor. Then Lori lost her balance and tumbled on top of Tiffany. Ryan was squished between Lori and Tiffany’s chests as they wrestled on the floor. The girls rolled over several times and knocked other dancers to the ground. Ryan could hear the sounds of people running and screaming as he was crushed under breast. Tables and chairs were being upturned and smashed as guys started hitting each other as well as the girls and things quickly got out of hand.

“Fuck! Pin her down!”

“Hold her still!”

“Grab Ryan!”

“Where is he?”

“HELP HELP LET ME OUT! You girls started a riot!”

Finally Tiffany managed to push Lori off her, releasing the pressure on Ryan. He was taking in air as a set of fingers reached in and roughly seized him, pulling him out of Tiffany’s top.

“Got him!”

“Good work Kara! Let’s get out of here!”

“Yeah!”

Lori looked over her shoulder as she walked toward the exit, looking back at the little man’s head protruding from between her sorority sister’s boobs.

“Ryan I can’t believe you got loose and I didn’t even know it. I almost lost you forever, I am SO sorry. We’ll put you someplace safer this time while we get you out of here.”

Kara had tucked Ryan in between her breasts, leaving just his head sticking out so he could see. The four girls left Tiffany on the ground, her black top ripped, her hair disheveled, bruises on her face, mascara running down her teary cheeks. She was screaming obscenities as the girls blended in with the rest of the rioting teens

ATTENTION EVERYBODY INFINITY IS NOW CLOSED BY ORDER OF THE FRESNO POLICE! PLEASE PROCEED TO THE EXITS IN AN ORDERLY MANNER WE WILL ARREST ANYONE WHO CONDUCTS THEMSELVES IN A DISORDERLY MANNER.   

Suddenly there were cops everywhere, pulling people up off the floor, leading people away. As the girls were led out the door with the rest of the throng Tiffany screamed out at them:

“I’ll get you for this you fucking SKANKS! You BITCHES YOU-“

“That’s enough miss, please keep it down or we’ll have to arrest you for drunk and disorderly.”

“WHAT? Fuck you PIGS! I know my rights! They stole my little man! Arrest them! There they go!”

“Ok miss come with us. You’re under arrest for drunk and disorderly, inciting a riot, and resisting arrest.”

“My daddy will have you all fired. The Delta Theta Delta’s will regret this! They will rue the day! Phi Rho doesn’t take this lying down do you hear me! I WILL get the little man-“

“Get her out of here. Book her.”

June 1 2003 10:17 PM, Somewhere just off campus. Fresno State University. Fresno, CA

The girls stumbled out through the parking lot with Ryan securely in Kara’s cleavage. They weaved around and through police cruisers with flashing blue lights, and several paddy wagons. People were being arrested and led away and some others were running away being chased on foot by officers. But the four sorority sisters were left alone as they left the scene of the riot intact, but only slightly intoxicated. Walking up the street the girls giggled in the cool night breeze, enjoying the thrill of the close call of almost being arrested.

“I can’t believe that just happened. We’re lucky we didn’t get arrested like that bitch.”

“Yeah but it was all her fault. She shouldn’t have tried to steal my little Ryan doll like that.”

”I am not your doll!”

Lori plucked him from Kara’s bosom, and then raised him to her lips for a kiss.

“Of course you’re my doll. My little living doll. I love saying that, it’s so funny tee-hee!”

“I told you I’m not your doll!”

“Ha ha ha, who wants to hold my doll next?”

 

“Me.”

“Ok Jennifer, here you go.”

“Oooo gotcha, you’re mine now.”

“I am not Jennifer.”

“I’m keeping him girls, catch me!”

Ryan was slammed against her neck as she started running down the street at full speed, the other three girls in pursuit, squealing and laughing and shouting. He was shook against her upper body with each ponderous stride she took. The heat from her close proximity made him sweat.

“Jennifer!”

“Let me go! Help!”

Courtney quickly caught up with Jennifer and managed to wrench Ryan out of her embrace. Ryan was seized by the blond girl and immediately thrust against her chest. She walked backwards, daring her friends to catch up with her. In the distance I could see the sorority house getting closer. Help close against her he got tangled up in her curly blond locks as she carried him away.

“My turn! Now he’s mine!”

Courtney took off through the lawn of the business administration building keeping the girls just out of reach as she led them back to the sorority house. About a block away she made the mistake of stopping and turning to her friends to taunt them, waving the tiny man in the air at arms length as she did so. She didn’t see Lori’s swooping hand pluck Ryan from her fist until is was already done.

“Thank god I got you back Ryan. I will make sure that never happens again. You will never leave my side or one of my friends side, understand?”

“But it was your scrunchy!”

She squeezed him slightly in her fist.

“What?”

“But it was the scrunchy. It was too loose and I-“

She squeezed him tighter.

“You did not just say it was my fault you got caught did you?”

“No I-“

“Lori he didn’t mean it. It was an accident.”

“Well now what? The evening is ruined and its only ten o’ clock. I don’t want to stand in line at another club.”

“We got that beer leftover from the graduation party.”

“Yeah lets bring it up to my room and hang out.”

“Good idea.”

The girls continued walking back to the house at a fast pace, alternately running and walking all the while grabbing Ryan back and fourth. Ryan felt himself held close against each girl as she walked and talked with the others, hugging him then waving him about as they gossiped and laughed. Kara began singing to him as she held him to her face and the rest of the girls chimed in, giggling the whole time in between singing and laughing. As they walked up the front steps of the Sorority Lori was holding him tight against her breasts, walking backward as she urged her friends to hurry up and get inside.

“Bring the beer up to my room guys. Ryan and I will meet you there.”

“Yeah we can have a party with our tiny boyfriend. He can be the guest of honor!”

“Stop calling me that! I’m not your tiny boyfriend don’t you get it?”

“Ooooo I like it when he gets all belligerent.”

“Yeah me too.”

“Yeah!”

“Cool!”

“That’s not funny, girls. Isn’t it past your bedtimes?”

“Oooo bedtime. Let me take him to bed with me.”

“No me.” (Giggles)

“No me.”

“Girls, wait a second here, I can deci-“

“Come on little doll, let’s get you upstairs and you can have a beer too tiny!”

TO BE CONTINUED…

Dollhouse Blues, Part Nine

Copyright 2002 littletoy

June 1 2003 10:37 PM, Stairway, first floor, Delta Theta Delta sorority. Fresno State University. Fresno, CA

Lori bounded up the stairs, the little man clutched in her hand. She could hear him shout to her to be put down, but she wasn’t going to argue the point about the stairs with him again. Eventually he would learn what he could and couldn’t do without her help. In the meantime she couldn’t be bothered to argue every time he didn’t like how he was treated. He had no choice being as small as he was, and he was lucky to even be getting some from of help, she thought to herself as they walked up the stairs together. She could fell him squirm in her fist so she hugged him close against her chest as a way of suppressing his struggles.

Ryan could turn his head and see the stair well whiz past as Lori made speedy progress up the stairs. It was like being on a freight train she was so unstoppably massive to him now. He had to crane his neck to see beyond her breasts as they jutted and bounced up and down from underneath her top. He should have gotten used to the stairs by now he had been carried up and down them so many times by so many different young women today, but he still never could get used to the jarring as they carried him. He got used to having his face pressed down against their soft chests as they carried him around, but he never got used to the idea of not being allowed to move about on his own. They all seemed to instinctively want to transport him from place to place like an immobile doll. The fact that he was quite mobile and not a doll and could move about on his own seemed not to weigh on them as they toted him back and forth between them.

“Back to my room with you my little man.”

“Awww c’mon Lori, it’s time to let me go. I want to go home.”

“You are going home. Your home is in my room, in your dollhouse. You live there now, because that’s where my little dolls live. With me. In the sorority house. Forever.”

“I can’t live in a dollhouse! Let me go! Put me down!”

“Sure you can. Don’t worry though, I won’t leave you in there long, just sometimes when I have other stuff to do or I’m not in the mood for a little man.”

“I’m not some little possession you can just tuck away whenever you are bored or occupied with something else.”

“Hmmm, maybe you are right, I should give you to Courtney or Kara to watch when I am busy. Then you don’t have to stay in your little dollhouse.”

“On second thought, I can just go in the dollhouse when you want me too.”

”We’ll see my little doll, we’ll see.”

Lori carried Ryan down the hallway to their room. Once inside she walked straight over to the dollhouse and set him down on the bed inside. That done she pushed it against the wall bent down, and peered in at him through the window, a gentle smile on her face.

“Be good and stay there while I change out of my clothes. After the girls come back you can have a beer with us, ok?”

“Lori, no wait don’t leave me in here!”

Lori blew him a tiny kiss, then stood up straight and walked over to her dresser. Her back to Ryan, he had a perfect view from the dollhouse of Lori undressing. She stripped off her leather pants and her top, throwing them casually to her feet. Then she pulled open her dresser, and Ryan marveled at the power and ease with which she had yanked open the drawer. Her arm muscles had the power of a freight train. Lori, clad only in her bra and panties, reached into the drawer and pulled out a T-shirt. She draped it over the edge of the drawer, and then reached behind her to undo the clasp on her bra. She undid the bra and let it drop to the ground, then grabbed the T-shirt and put it on. Ryan stared out at Lori with fascination, hoping she would turn around, but she didn’t. She pulled the shirt down, and then slammed the drawer closed with the force of a bulldozer. The slam echoed throughout the room, as did Lori’s footfalls as she strode out the door, not even looking his way. Ryan was left alone in her big bedroom once again.

It wasn’t more than a minute or two later than he heard female voices outside Lori’s bedroom door. Then the door burst open. Ryan, looking out from the dollhouse across the room, saw Lori walk back in, followed by Courtney, Kara, and Jennifer. The girls were chatting happily amongst each other as they walked in. He could see that all the girls had changed out of their clothes and were not wearing various bedtime clothing. Courtney was wearing a long, knee length T-shirt, while Kara was clad in her baby blue bra and panty set. Jennifer had one thin, sheer nightgown that left little to Ryan’s imagination. Courtney and Kara each had a hold of a large square object that Ryan could see was actually a small cooler filled with ice. Inside it he noted was not beer at all, but bottles of Mike’s Hard Lemonade and Smirnoff Ice and ZIMA. He hated ZIMA. Where was the beer?

“I can’t believe that bitch tried to steal your pet at the club, Lori.”

“Yeah, we showed her though.”

“Yeah, guys, thanks a lot.”

“Where is he anyway?”

“I put him in his house.”

Kara dropped her end of the cooler at the foot of Lori’s bed, causing Courtney to lose hold of her end. The cooler slammed down with a crash of ice cubes and the clinking of bottles.

“OW! Hey! Kara!”

“Oh, sorry Court. Hi there little man! Did you miss me, my little boyfriend?”

Kara had rushed over to the dollhouse. She bent down and looked in at the doll man standing at the window. As her face loomed larger he took a step back instinctively, then looked behind him as she slid the house away from the wall at the back. Kara giggled as she could see the realization on his face that he was trapped and helpless.

“Please Kara, leave me alone. I’m not your little boyfriend.”

“Leave him alone Kara, he has had a busy day. The poor thing must be tired. Let him rest some.”

“But I want to see him. Pleeeeeease?”

“Come on Kara let him be for a while. Have a ZIMA.”

“Yuck, I hate those.”

“Ok then, have a Mike’s.”

“Are there any Cranberry?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll have one of those then Lori.”

“Here.”

“Thanks.”

“Courtney, want one?”

“Give me the Smirnoff’s.”

“Okay.”

“Thanks.”

“Jennifer wants a ZIMA I bet.”

“I do. So?”

“That shit is nasty.”

“Yeah, I’d be more careful what you swallow Jennifer.”

“This coming from you, who blew half the football team last year.’

“Fuck you Jennifer! That is so not true. I can’t help it if boys like me.”

“The only thing they like about you Court is you’re easy.”

“You’re just jealous cause Jerry Brigham came up and talked to me at the Senior Graduation Party.”

“Well it was hard for him to miss you the way you purposely spilled your drink all over him.”

“Hey Courtney, turn on my TV.”

“Ok, Lori.”

“Hey Look!”

“What?”

“TBS has a FREDDIE PRINZE, JR. MARATHON!”

“YAY!”

Ryan looked out at the four girls as they positioned themselves on the floor in front of the TV. Courtney leaned up against the nightstand and the top of her head was just underneath the bottom of the dollhouse. For the next hour or so the girls drank bottles of Smirnoff’s Ice and Mike’s Hard Lemonade while they watched “She’s All That.” It was a relief to Ryan not to be the center of attention of these gigantic young women as they basically ignored him. He lay down in his bed and tried to get some sleep, tried to blot out the booming feminine talking and laughter in the big world beyond the dollhouse.

June 2 2003 12:01 AM, Lori Amstel’s room, third floor, Delta Theta Delta sorority. Fresno State University. Fresno, CA

“Boys and Girls” is coming on next.”

“Can Ryan watch with us?”

“Ooooo he can watch from MY lap.”

“Mine too.”

“He’d get lost in your thunder thighs Jennifer.”

“That’s fucking rude.”

“So is your cellulite.”

“Courtney you can take him out but only if he’s awake. Don’t disturb him if he’s sleeping.”

“YAY! Thanks Lori.”

“He’s awake I can hear him behind me.”

Ryan was in fact fast asleep as the curly haired blond turned around and got on her knees and faced the dollhouse. She could clearly see Ryan sleeping soundly on his doll bed, he had on his boxers and shoes and socks and his now wrinkled shirt.

“He’s sitting up in bed asking to be taken out, Lori.”

“Go ahead then.”

Ryan’s peaceful slumber was rudely broken by the sound of his dollhouse being slid away from the wall. No sooner had his eyes opened then he could see Courtney looking in at him, her face framed in the window by her tousled locks. Then something engulfed him from behind and lifted him up and away in a warm embrace. He saw the room fall away and, as he was lifted over the roof of the dollhouse, Courtney’s gigantic face came into view. As he started to struggle in her secure grip she broke out into a smirk as she stared him down triumphantly. He could see Lori, stretched out on her bed to his left, and Jennifer and Kara propped up on the floor against the side of the bed.

“Hey! What do you think you are doing, Miss? I was sleeping! Put me down! Put me down right now that’s not fair I was sleeping!”

“Oops.”

“Courtney! You are such a liar.”

“I am not. I thought he was just resting.”

“Uh-huh. Put him down.”

“But why?”

“Because I told you not to disturb him if he was sleeping that’s why. Put him down.”

“But he’s not sleeping, he’s wide awake can’t you hear his squeaking? Let me hold him since he’s up already.”

“No Lori, tell her to put me back in he dollhouse. I want to go back to bed. Lemme go. Lemme go.”

“Oh sush doll Courtney is my best friend. Whatever we got we share and that includes you too. You can watch the movie with her since you aren’t sleeping.”

“Thanks Lori. OK come here you precious little thing, let Courtney hold you, I just want to touch you awww you are so cute…”

Courtney quickly brought the struggling man up to her cheek. She rubbed his tiny squirming body over her face, pausing at her lips to kiss him fleetingly as she moved him over her soft lips.

“Hey….no….Lori help me….tell her to let me go…tell her to put me down!”

“I want a turn with him. He’s my adorable tiny boyfriend.”

“He’s mine right now Kara. You don’t even own him he’s Lori’s anyway.”

“Yeah but I rescued him the first time he fell out of Lori’s scrunchy at the club so I should get to have him.”

“Hey wait a minute sugarplum you aren’t getting a turn with me and I’m not your tiny boyfriend.”

“Hey pipe down there you. If Kara says you’re her adorable tiny boyfriend then you’re her adorable tiny boyfriend and you can’t do a thing about it. In fact you’re gonna be ALL our tiny boyfriends.”

Courtney was still holding Ryan up to her lips. He raised his free arms up to try and ward off the lips each time the descended over his face and middle.

*SMACK*

“Hey Courtney stop this nonsense at once! Stop kissing me!”

“Okay.”

*SMACK*

”But you just said-“

“Oh I lied.” *SMACK* (giggles)

“That’s not how you kiss a little man Courtney, let me try.”

Kara got up and quickly grabbed Ryan away from Courtney when she was in mid kiss. She stood up and held him upside down in front of her face as he flailed about in her grasp.

“Oooooo I gotcha again!”

“Haaaaaaaaaaalp no put me down! Don’t drop me please heeeeeeeeelp!”

“Hey Kara no fair, my eyes were closed.”

“Too bad. I got him now. Here Ryan, do you want a little sip?”

Ryan turned to see Kara move her other hand up to him as he hung there at chest level. She was clutching a bottle of Mike’s Hard Lemonade that was nearly full. The bottle was slightly taller than he was, and he could smell the cranberry flavor from the open bottle as Kara moved it to just over his head.

“Here tiny, have a swig.”

“Ok but-“

“Awww here you go cutie.”

Kara lifted the bottle and held it up to his tiny mouth. He tried to push the lip away but it hung there like the open end of a cement mixer. Then a gush of liquid came out of the bottle in torrents, washing over his head and splashing over Kara’s hand to the floor below.

“Hey! Gluuuuuuubbublbubu!”

“KARA! You’re spilling it all over the floor!”

“Sorry, It’s Ryan’s fault. It was only a few drops and even that was too much.”

“Excuse me you poured it all over me you stupid ditz!”

“I don’t recall anybody asking for a doll’s opinion.”

“Well I don’t recall anybody asking you to grab me from Courtney and pour Mike’s Hard Lemonade over me.”

“Oooo did you hear? He liked being with me.”

“I don’t need anybody to give me permission to grab you. You’re our toy. You’re tiny and have no say in the matter.”

“You got him all stained with cranberry lemonade.”

“Sorry little guy. I know what to do.”

Ryan suffered a quick trip downward at dizzying speed as Kara lowered him.

He looked around to see smooth white walls rising up far over his head.

Then suddenly he was knee deep in shivering cold water with giant blocks of ice floating around him. Giant glass pylons rose over his head all around him. After oriented himself he realized they were ordinary 12 oz bottles of Smirnoff Ice and ZIMA. He looked up to see Kara, her red hair falling down into the cooler as she loomed over him.

“Kara I swear you are so mean sometimes.”

“Shut up Jennifer. There you go boyfriend doll, you can wash the Mike’s off in there while we watch ‘Boys and Girls’. I’ll come get you in a few minutes and you can watch the movie with us.”

“I’m not your boyfriend doll. Get me out of here.”

 

“In a little bit. Now let us girls watch the movie. You can have ZIMA.”

“I don’t want a ZIMA, and besides I can’t even lift a bottle opener. You let me out of here this instant!”

“Oh please, little man, don’t tell me what to do.”

Kara dismissed him with a wave of her hand and a snide laugh. She stood back up and disappeared out of his sight behind the walls of the cooler. Then a vast shadow spread over him, accompanied by two crane-sized arms holding a giant plastic rectangular slab. He screamed in protest but his tiny cries were cut off abruptly as Kara slammed the cooler top down.

“Hey-“

“There, that should cool you off for a while.”

“Kara let him out, that wasn’t called for.”

“I know but I kinda liked trapping him in there. I want to keep him in there.”

“Kara don’t be a bitch.”

“I’m not. Shush the commercials are over, the movie’s starting!”

‘Ok, ok quiet.”

“Oooooh that Freddie Prinze Jr. is a doll.’

Kara sat down on the cooler as she said this. Her rear end pressed down on the plastic lid of the cooler bending it slightly under the weight of her slender frame. Ryan could hear the cooler walls and ceiling groan noticeable was the red headed young woman sat down on top of his dark, wet, prison. He stayed this way for the next half hour as the girls watched the movie, paying him not a second of attention. In order to escape the chilly mix of melted ice and water at the bottom of the cooler, Ryan shimmied up one of the bottles of Mike’s Hard Lemonade. He pulled himself up so that he could sit on the part where the bottle widened. The bottle was cold and wet but at least it wasn’t underwater. He knew Kara was just drunk and meant no real harm to him, but at the moment he was most unhappy. He leaned against the neck of the bottle and closed his eyes in exhaustion…

About fifteen minutes later he could hear the door to Lori’s room swing open and what sounded like a stampede going on. Through the enclosed cooler be could hear the muffled laughter of new voices.

“Lori can Brooke and I have some brews?”

“I thought you had a date Ashley?”

“I did but he ended up getting drunk and his friends ended up having to carry him home, the dork.”

“Ha-ha-ha”

“It’s not funny. It sucked. I was so embarrassed! I need something with alcohol.”

“Ok, just don’t take my last bottle of Mike’s Hard Lemonade.”

“I won’t. Get up Kara so I can get some from the cooler.”

“Huh? Quiet Ashley, this scene is soooo romantic.”

Ryan suddenly was assaulted with a burst of light as the heavy plastic room was

torn away with the force of a hundred twisters. Before he could react giant girls

hand plunged down into the cooler, straight for the bottle of Mike’s he was  

clinging to. He felt the fingers close around his feet as they wrapped themselves

around the bottle. Then another gigantic arm and hand quickly plunged into the

cooler and grabbed a bottle next to him. In seconds he was rising through the air

at dizzying speeds. He screamed for help but his cries went unheeded and unheard as Ashley held him close against her chest concealing the bottle from Lori’s eye.

“Did you take the last Mike’s?”

“Um…no.”

 Ryan hung on for dear life as carried him out of the room, followed by Brooke. The shut the door then continued downstairs to the second floor.

“Don’t take the last Mike’s” mocked Ashley as they walked downstairs.

“You should have” said Brooke.

“I did. Look” said Ashley as she pulled the bottle away from her chest.

“Help! Please don’t drop me!”

“OHMIGOD! It’s the doll man Lori owns!”

“Help, I’m gonna fall!”

“How did he get on my Bottle of Mikes?”

“I climbed on after Kara put me in the cooler, it was dry-“

“Awww look how cute he looks hanging from the bottle, all helpless and stuff.”

“Ashley stop teasing him, the precious little thing. Should we take him back to Lori’s room?”

“Take me back! Put me down! Let me go!”

“Take him back?”

 

“Yeah.”

“What are YOU smoking?”

“My room or yours then?”

“Noooooooo help me anyone! Girls, release me at once!”

Ashley giggled and leaned over to whisper something in Brooks ear in soft, inaudible tones.

“That’s a great idea Ashley”

Brooke giggled and nodded in agreement, then led Ashley down the stairs and out the front door Ashley followed, putting the bottle of Mikes down on a coffee table as she headed out the sorority house front door. Ryan struggled mightily in her clenched fist as she carried him outside to an unknown destination…

 

June 2 2003 12:58 AM, Lori Amstel’s room, third floor, Delta Theta Delta sorority. Fresno State University. Fresno, CA

“Another commercial break? Hey Kara what’s left?”

“Ummm, two bottles of Smirnoff Ice and a ZIMA.”

“And one chilled little man” added Jennifer.

“HEY! HE’S GONE!” Shouted Kara.

Lori got up and stood over the cooler, her straight blond hair hanging over her shoulders like chaffs of wheat.

“HEY!”

“I know Lori, can you believe it?”

“She took my last Mike’s Hard Lemonade!”

“Oh that is so wrong.”

“I’ll make them sorry, oh but let’s watch the end of the movie first.”

“Yeah. It’s coming back on.”

“I love this movie.”

“What about the little man?”

“Well he didn’t like this movie anyway. He can play with Ashley and Brooke for a while.”

“Shhhh I don’t want to miss this part.”

June 2 2003 1:08 AM, Unknown room, unknown floor, unknown sorority. Fresno State University. Fresno, CA

Ryan spent a relatively uneventful ten minutes or so in Ashley grip as the girls rushed down the street with him. He could see inebriated students walking up and down the wide street. He could see gigantic mansion-shaped houses with Greek letters on the front. Ashley made an abrupt turn off the sidewalk and he saw them near a modern looking large condo like building, there were some Greek letters on a sign in front, but the girls were moving too swiftly for him to make out what they were. The pink window treatments visible through the large front bay window told him it was yet another sorority house.

Ashley giggled as she rang the bell. She buried in her folded arms to conceal him as best she could. A couple of seconds later the door opened.

“Hi Brooke, Ashley. What up?”

“Let us in. We want to show you something in your room Danielle.”

“What? We were just going out.”

“Come.”

In a second the two girls were being led down a long hallway toward Danielle’s room. Danielle’s roommates Stephanie and Renee were sitting on their beds ready to go out.

“What are you doing here Brooke?”

“You have to see what Ashley and I have.”

“Oh? What’s that Brooke?”

“Yeah hurry up Brooke. The bars are closing soon, Stephanie and Renee and me were going to last call. We wanna drink some more before they stop serving.”

“Danielle, you gotta see this first. It’s the coolest thing ever.”

“What?”

“Show them Ashley. Put him on the bed.”

“OHMIGOD WHAT IS THAT?”

TBC

Dollhouse Blues, Part Nine

Copyright 2002 littletoy

June 2 2003 1:08 AM, Unknown room, unknown floor, unknown sorority. Fresno State University. Fresno, CA

Ryan felt himself squeezed in Ashley’s grip again as she brought him out from her chest and set him down gently in the center of Danielle’s bed. Unfamiliar surroundings on all sides assaulted him as he balanced himself on the bed. He could see that he was in a vast bedroom with pink walls and white carpet. Ashley and Brooke were standing on either side of the bed, looking down on him. At the foot of the bed, bending slightly over him was a rather tall brunette. Her long curly hair in a pony tail fell over the front of her shoulder and hung down free as she looked at him. Ryan could see she had Levi’s on and a short sleeve T- Shirt which showed off her C cups. Behind the new girl he could see two other young women sitting in their beds, flipping through magazines. One girl looked to be a short blond, her wide ponytail done up in a pink ribbon, while the other girl was medium height and build with shoulder length straight black hair.

“OHMIGOD WHAT IS THAT?”

“Isn’t he neat Danielle?”

“What is it? It’s moving!”

“Yeah. Did you ever see anything so adorable?”

“It looks just like a little guy.”

“It is. One of my sorority sisters got him. Me and Ashley ‘borrowed’ him and I knew how much you’d like dolls Danielle so I thought you’d appreciate him.”

“Oh isn’t he the most precious thing? I can’t believe how little he is!”

Danielle reached out toward the little man on her bed. She extended her index finger, moving it slowly closer and closer to his cringing form. She touched him lightly in the stomach, and then giggled with self indulgent delight when he stumbled back at the force of her touch.

“I touched him!”

“Careful Dani, he’s so tiny and helpless.”

“Awww, poor little thing. Look how frightened he is.”

Danielle again reached out. Ryan glanced over his shoulder to see the pillows at the head of the bed. If he was swift maybe he could make the pillows and dive underneath them. Before he could turn his head back forward he saw a massive blurred shape out of the corner of his eye. Then he was jerked violently and the bed surface left his feet. He felt himself rise high in the air once again, a feeling he never really got used to, then stop abruptly.

Danielle just couldn’t resist. She glanced up at her friends Brooke and Ashley, the turned her attention back to the tiny figure on her bed. She reached out and poked him in the stomach, giggled, pulled her hand back, then swiftly reached out and scooped him in her open palm while his back was turned. He fell backward against her fingers as she raised him up to her face at dizzying speed.

“Put me down!”

“WOW! Who are you?”

“You put me down you hear me?”

“But you’re so cute!”

“Danielle I thought we were going out?”

“Oh, I think I changed my mind Renee!”

“Let me go dammit!”

“Let you go? Are you crazy? I’ve got you now. You aren’t going anywhere, my cute little doll.”

“I am not your doll!”

“Whatever.” (Giggles)

Danielle was bent over the bed, holding Ryan in her palm just below her face. Ryan could smell a slight hint of alcohol on the pretty coed’s breath as she bent over him, examining him. Her thumb instinctively closed over his midsection, pinning him to her soft palm. Ryan pushed against her thumb with all his might but he couldn’t budge it even a fraction of an inch as it pressed him against her.

“Danielle what is that?” 

The short blond finally got up off her bed. Renee threw the magazine aside and sauntered over to the three girls standing around Danielle’s bed. She had heard the commotion but hadn’t expected to see what she saw. Her roommate was stooped over the bed, her friends from the Delta Theta house on either side. Danielle was studying something with fascination on her outstretched palm held just below her face. On closer view Renee could clearly see its familiar shape moving.

“What the fuck is that?”

Ryan held his arms up over his face, as if to ward off the rapidly approaching titans. Even though he estimated her to be only 5’ 2 or so it was most intimidating to see a petite girl like this one getting closer and closer, filling up his field of vision.

“Renee, look! Check him out.”

Danielle stood back up straight. She turned to her friend and offered her palm to the blond girl. Ryan was terrified as the big girl waved him wildly through the air. He came to a stop just a few feet from the Renee’s chest.

Her slender torso blocked out everything else as she quickly reached out to snatch him. Danielle made no attempt to stop her. In fact she released her thumb from his stomach just as Renee’s fingers closed around him, wrapping themselves around his back and shoulders. Ryan was encased in the heat from her fist from the neck down as he was helplessly swung up and away from Danielle.

“Oooo look how he wiggles!”

“Stop it! You’re squeezing me too tight!”

“I’m only holding you! You’re so delicate.”

“Lemme go dammit!”

“No, I do-wait a minute he’s TALKING! Did you hear him Danielle?”

 

“Yeah listen to his adorable voice.”

“Put me down miss.”

“He wants me to put him down, isn’t that the most precious thing you’ve ever heard?”

 

“How did he-who is-how did he-get-so little?” (Giggles)

“I am not little; I am a full grown man.”

“Oh please, full grown GI Joe is more like it.”

“Hey I got everything a real man has.”

“Ooooo you got the Kung-Fu grip and the life-like hair. That is so cute.”

“Unhand me at once you.”

“Unhand me at once you.” Renee repeated his demands in a mocking voice and laughed.

Ryan felt himself slammed against her chest as she admired him against her breasts. He squirmed against her embrace which she loved even more. Instinctively she hugged him close, folding her arms over him, almost crushing him in the process. She stepped away from Danielle’s bed with him and stood in the center of the room.

“Help! Mffffpt!”

“Quiet you.”

Ryan decided he had to act now or he would be some sorority girls pet forever. He bit down as hard as he could at the nearest exposed skin.

“OW! FUCK! THE LITTLE SHIT BIT ME!”

“You shouldn’t have squeezed him so hard Renee.”

 

“Where is that little fucker, I’m gonna get him for that.”

Ryan for his part didn’t wait around to see what his punishment would be. He hid behind one of Renee’s ankles as she looked around for him. He spotted the open doorway at the far end of the room. He was about to make a dash for it when he was suddenly seized with a tremendous force from behind. Stephanie had finally taken notice of the little man as he cowered behind Renee’s ankle. She swooped down with hurricane ferocity and grabbed Ryan in her grip.

“Gotcha! You didn’t really think we would let you get away did you? You belong to the big girls now so be a good little thing and stay put while we go out for last call. Then we’ll came back and check our new little doll man out.’

“Please, lemme go! Lemme go! Hellllp anybody!”

“Shhhhh.”

So saying, Stephanie raised the little man up to her face and walked across the room with him. He squirmed and struggled but her grip was way too tight. His kicking legs protruding from the bottom of her clenched fist amused her to no end. She set him down atop Danielle’s dresser, then backed away to peer at him among the hair brushes and perfume bottles. Ryan for his part walked cautiously up to the side and looked down to the bedroom floor far below. It was like looking down the side of a four story building. He couldn’t believe how easily he was trapped on top of a girl’s dresser. He was helpless to get down; not without the help of a big girl.

“Get me down from here. It's so high up. Take me down of this dresser I order you.”

“Hmmph. It’s only a couple of feet. You are such a little thing!”

“Stop calling me little.”

”We can’t just leave him here.”

“Should we take him with us?”

“GIRLZ NO NOT THAT!”

“Little dolls don’t get a say. You have to do whatever we decide. We can do with you whatever we want to, right Brooke?”

“Ashley’s right you little doll man of Lori’s.”

“You mean former doll man of Lori’s. He is ours now.”

“Ashley! You can’t just steal him away from Lori; she’ll kill you when she finds out. You might get kicked out of the sorority.”

“Hmmm I guess I didn’t think about that, Ok then you all can see him, Lets go before the bar closes.”

 

“I’ll stay.”

“Dani, are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure. I want to stay and talk to the little man. He’s fascinating.”

“I am not fascinating, I’m in serious trouble.”

“You got that right.” (Giggles)

“You sure Dani?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok then but please be careful how you handle him, I don’t want him to get hurt. I might get in trouble and lose my chance for the honors program.”

“Don’t worry; I’ll take good care of the precious little man.”

“Hey hey hey there cookie stop calling me that!”

“You’re right; you aren’t really a man at all.”

“No I mean stop calling me precious and little.”

“But that’s what you are. Can I help it if you’re little, precious?”

“We’ll be back in about an hour Danielle. Take care of our little toy man for us?”

“Ok, Brooke, see you guys later. Thank you so much for bringing him over! I love him!”

“No ladies, don’t leave me alone with her. Please I beg of you, let me go.”

“Now don’t give Danielle a hard time and we will give you a treat later.”

“Awww please don’t leave me stuck here.”

“Ok, shhhh little doll you’re mine for a while.”

“Bye Ryan, be good.”

“NO!”

 

The girls piled out of the bedroom, leaving Ryan alone on the dresser facing the giant brunette. Danielle just stood there in front of the dresser, admiring the tiny figure standing among the perfume bottles, notebooks and various sundry items. She couldn’t believe how small he was, and alive too! Danielle had a fine collection of dolls she kept back at home but she had some at school, too, sitting on a shelf on a wall on the other side of the room. She had them mostly for display but had to admit there were times she liked taking them down from the shelf and holding them.

‘P-please, miss, help me. Get me down from here.”

“You may call me Danielle.”

“OK Danielle, my name is Ryan. Can you please take me down from your dresser? It’s way too high for me to get down from here.”

“Wow Ryan, you are so small! My dresser is like a building to you!”

“It’s not funny.’

“Well let me pick you up then. I want to hold you.”

“What?”

“Let me pick you up and I can get you down from that dresser, OK?”

Ryan cringed at she thrust her arm forward.  He tried to shuffle aside but he didn’t get very far before her fingers closed around him and lifted him up. He saw her ample chest draw closer as she lifted him close.

“Hey!”

“Awww you hardly weigh anything at all?”

“Put me down!”

“Oh shush, I told you, I just wanted to hold you. You’re just like one of my dolls ‘cept you talk.’

Danielle absently drew the tiny man against her T-Shirt. She could feel him wiggle in her grip but she was able to suppress his struggles without much effort. She walked across the room with him, over to her bed was. Above it was a shelf, on which sat about a half dozen dolls of various sizes and types. Most of them looked like the china porcelain offered on Home Shopping Network, but there was also a vintage GI Joe doll and a Jeff Gordon NASCAR figure.

“See look at my dolls, you would fit in my collection nicely little toy man.”

So saying, Danielle lifted Ryan away from her chest and set him gently on the shelf. The shelf was high off the floor of the room. Ryan looked far down off the edge to see he was trapped here by his sorority girl captor. He walked over to the GI Joe doll and looked it over. It looked to be about twice his height. Most of the other dolls were even taller, but the Jeff Gordon figure was almost the same size as he was. He noted that the NASCAR outfit could fit him as well at his six or seven inch height. Danielle must have gotten the same idea because she smiled and reached out and plucked the Jeff Gordon doll in one fist, then grabbed him in the other.  With a squeal of laughter she flopped down on the bed and set both Ryan and the Jeff Gordon doll on her stomach. Danielle’s stomach rippled with her giggling as she set about undressing the living doll man. He resisted but she was way too powerful as she grasped him easily, holding him above her breasts. She pinched his little shoes and socks off and allowed them to fall into her cleavage.

“Hey give me my shoes back!”

“Wow, look at your teeny little toes.”

Ryan again struggled and argued with her as she grasped his shirt and gently pulled it off. Since his pants had long since been destroyed that left him floating in front of her face just wearing boxers.

“I suppose I should let you keep those. I’ll make a little deal with you. You can keep them if you can find your way out from under my shirt.”

“What the heck do you mean? Put me down this instant and stop this nonsense.”

“Here…”

Danielle giggled as she slipped him under her T Shirt and set him down on her belly. She giggled with delight at the sight of the small lump under her shirt, slowly making its way up the length of her torso toward her neck. Ryan was in total darkness but he could feel the warmth of the girl’s soft skin as he made his way up toward the neck hold of her shirt. He realized that even if he made it out she could still take his boxers against his will and there was little he could do about it. As he crawled across her abdomen he felt her hand drop over his back, pressing him into her flesh. His knee sank into her belly button and he couldn’t extract it as she pressed him flat against her.

“Hey let me up! No fair!”

“Gotcha!”

“Mfmmfpppp!”

“I caught you so easily too.”

“Mffffftppth! Lemme up!”

“Awww come on out, you don’t have much farther to go. Here I’ll let you up…”

Ryan felt her torso arch upward as she writhed on the bed with him. As soon as she released the pressure he scrambled upwards in the darkness under her shirt. Her flesh became more firm as he climbed up her ribcage. He felt something warm and smooth and silky, and realized his hands were grasping on to the edge of her bra as she straddled her ribcage. Her chest expanded and contracted with each breath she took, causing Ryan to rise and fall along with her abdomen. Giggling, Ryan could hear her egging him on farther, farther, only a little more to go. He felt her hand against his back again, shoving him face first against the front of one of her well formed breasts. He sank his face into the lacy material of her bra as he squeezed him close against her.

“Only a few more inches doll.”

“Hey mmmmmpfffffft!”

“Hugging my breasts huh? Well most guys do like them.”

“I was just- mmmmmmmmmmpt!”

“No squeaking.”

“But-“

Ryan pushed himself over the mound of Danielle’s breast and as he did so, he finally popped his head out the front of her neckline. He looked up to see her smiling face looking down at him.

“You made it! You’re so clever!”

So saying, she plucked him from her cleavage and stripped his boxers off with her free index finger. They flew off and away from Ryan so fast he couldn’t see where they went to. It didn’t matter anyway because in a flash he was dangling buck naked in front of the young women. His legs swinging back and forth as he hung in front of her lips.

“Hey you promised I could keep my boxers if I made it up through your shirt! You cheated!”

“Oh, did I? Well I changed my mind. I wanted to see you,”

“No fair! It’s not fair!”

“Did I mention that if you were a good little doll I would take you home and let you go?”

“YOU WHAT?!? OK then look away! CHECK ME OUT!”

“Oooooo look at that! Aren’t you just the cutest lil’ thang? Look at your tiny little pecker, its just adorable. May I touch it?” (Giggles)

“No don’t get away! You’ll hurt me noooooo!”

Danielle was quickly all over his tiny package with her fingers, pushing his dick every which way, flicking it gently back and forth and up and down and side to side. She seemed to do this forever to Ryan. He could see the fascination in her face as she toyed with him at will. He started to fear a little bit as she lost her self in his tiny ness, and he started protesting again.

“HEY! Please honey, put me down. Give me my clothes back. I know you are just being curious and all but please be careful with me, you could hurt me terribly you don’t know your own strength. Please put me down ok? Put me down right this second I demand it! I know you promised to let me go but please, you might kill me or something. Just lemme go, OK?”

“Sure, sure little thing I will put you down in a second, I just want to look at you. Your tiny little cock is just adorable. I’ve never seen one as small as yours.”

“But it’s embarrassing. It’s its humiliating being this small in front of you girls all the time. You all treat me like a living doll.”

“Well you ARE a living doll. Aren’t you?”

“NO I am a person, a living person! You are not to tease me this way got it?”

“Whatever. Hold still while I touch it…”

So saying Danielle extended her forefinger toward the struggling man clenched in her fist. Her fingers were clamped around his torso from the waist up, leaving his genitals exposed to her probing finger. He shouted in terror as the giant finger approached his crotch once again, and then relaxed a bit as she touched his now erect member with the tip of her finger, then ran her finger down his legs then up to his crotch again.  He started to get excited, and then fearful again as her huge lips drew closer.

“Hey no put me down put me down put me-“

*SMACK*

“You are so adorable.”

“I am not dammit!”

*SMACK*

“Oh yes you are.”

“Just let me go.”

“Don’t you like this? Then why is your little tiny pecker so stiff? Huh?”

Danielle thrust him against her lips again, centering on his groin and applying a gently suction to his tiny genitals. She could feel the tiny doll bucking in her grip as she brought him off using her lips and tongue to stimulate his tiny manhood. It was all over too quickly for her as he exploded his tiny load into her mouth. She barely noticed.

“Awwww was that it? You can do better than that can’t you? I could barely taste anything?”

“But that was-“

“Oh I guess you’re just a tiny little man with a tiny little dick. I should have known there wouldn’t be much there I guess.”

“I want my clothes back.”

“Oh I almost forgot. I had something for you to try on.”

“What?”

“You looked so silly in just a shirt and boxers and shoes. Try these on.”

Danielle stood Ryan up on her chest, between her breasts. She then reached back down with one hand and grabbed the Jeff Gordon doll from the bed. The tiny zipper on the jump suit came undone easily. And the matching pants came off the doll with a tug. That done, she dropped the doll down to the bed and held up the little black driving jump suit up for him to see.

“No way am I wearing that.”

“Awww come on, I think you’d looks so cute in his little driving suit. There’s even a cap and everything.”

“Absouletl- HEY PUT ME DOWN HELP!”

“Oh hush; let’s see how these pants fit you.”

Danielle had grabbed him up by the shoulders. He hung limply over her chest as the giant sorority girl slipped his kicking legs into one pant leg, then the other. She shifted her grip to his back as she pulled the pants up at the waist, giving him a wedgie in the process.

“Hey! Too tight!”

“Oops, sorry.” (Giggles)

“Let me go already I am not some doll for you to play dress up with.”

 

“Not until you try on the whole outfit. Those pants look a bit snug on you but they’ll have to do. Let’s see what the jacket looks like. First put on this little undershirt.”

“NO!”

“Ooooo you are so feisty, I like that. It’s so adorable!”

Danielle then shifted her grip yet once again and grabbed hold of him by the hips then slipped the tiny plain white T Shirt over his head. Before he knew it he was pushing his arms through the armholes in compliance. She cooed with satisfaction and turned him over and around in her hand, admiring him from all angles.

“That fits nicely. Now the jacket”

Danielle had a more difficult time with the little jacket. It was no trouble getting his flailing arms into the sleeves, but she couldn’t work the tiny zipper to zip the jacket up. She set Ryan down on her stomach and admired him.

“You look so cute like that my little race car driver.”

“I look ridiculous.”

“Here don’t forget this little racing dude.”

Danielle pinched the brim of the tiny baseball style cap and gently slipped it over Ryan’s head. He was about to throw it away but before he could she abruptly seized him up again off of her stomach and into her fist.

“Hey, honey don’t do that so quickly, I get dizzy.”

“Sorry but it’s my turn to keep my end of the bargain. I’m sending you home.”

“YAY!!! I’M GOING HOME YAY! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!”

“It’s not that big a deal little thing. You are so cute.”

Danielle carried Ryan back over to the shelf with the dolls again, and he noticed the model car again. It had been next to the Jeff Gordon doll but he hadn’t looked at it closely before now. Before he knew it Danielle had pried the driver door open and gently was slipping Ryan into the front seat. When he was inside she gently closed the door and held the car in her palm up to her face, peering in at Ryan through the front windshield.

“Hey what is the meaning of this Danielle?”

“Now you can drive home. Watch doll.”

Danielle set the car down at her feet. Ryan looked up at the pillar like legs of the girl. He gripped the steering wheel of the car but found it had no play to it.

“Hey how am I supposed to drive in this thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!”

The car took off like a shot as Danielle grabbed the radio control unit and clicked it on. She jumped ahead of the car, her foot crashing down just in front of it and quickly ran across the room and opened the bedroom door. She could hear the frantic cries of the man inside as the car whizzed out the door and down the hall of the first floor of the sorority house. Ryan could see giant doors pass by on both sides, and several giant young women walking his way. The car seemed to have a mind of its own though and shot between the legs of a petite red head as she stared. He hung on too the useless steering wheel for dear life as the car headed for the open front door of the sorority house. He could hear Danielle’s laughter far behind him as she steered the tiny car out the door and down the sidewalk.

“Heeeeeeeeeeelp please somebody please!”

Ryan shouted at passersby while the car sped down the campus sidewalk.’

“Linda did you hear something?”

“What Kari?”

“It sounded like a cry for help. It was coming from that RC car that girl is operating.”

“She looks drunk, playing with an RC car in the middle of the night.”

“Yeah.”

Ryan could see trees, people, and houses pass by him. The street actually looked sort of familiar to Ryan has he was driven to the end of the block. He heard Danielle call out to him from behind.

“Hey slow down there hotshot I don’t want to lose you. You’re almost home.”

“Hey what do you mean? Hidden valley is four hours from here? You said you would help take me home!”

Ryan looked up ahead and realized he was tricked once again. There looming in the distance was the Delta Theta Delta Sorority.  Danielle steered the car up the grass and through the dirt flower beds so she could avoid the steps. She pushed open the front door to let the car through, and then slowed it down. Ryan was furious as the car came to a stop in front of the stairwell. After allowing this girl to undress him and dress him up in doll clothes she was welching on her promise to release him. He looked out the car side window to see her reaching down; her fingers grasped the car and set it down on the runner that ran along the railing up the stairs.

“Up you go.”

“I though you were taking me home.”

“I did. You are home. This is your new home and you live here. You’re Lori’s.”

“But’”

“Danielle pushed the controls forward and the car climbed up the stairs to the second floor. Ryan though he was going to drive off onto the stairs and tumble to his death, but he reached the top of the second floor safely. She placed him on the next stairwell and drove him up to the next floor, then down the hall toward Lori Amstel’s room. Danielle stopped the car just outside the closed door and knocked. When she heard the TV going and nobody talking she quietly opened the door to see Lori and her friends all asleep on the bed and floor, sprawled out over the room.

“Here you are little man; I told you I’d help you get home.”

“Thanks for nothing!”

“Awww I can’t take you from Lori. She’s my friend and would find out, sorry. It’s for your own good.”

Danielle giggled and pushed the forward toggle on the remote again, the little race car lurched forward into Lori’s room. The car had to maneuver around a sleeping Courtney but got in a tight spot and slammed head first into the cooler at the foot of Lori’s bed. Ryan yelled as the car crashed head first into the cooler and came to a stop near the crook of the sleeping Courtney’s arm. Ryan was shot out of the car as the door popped open. He rolled several times and came to a stop on a soft pad. He had rolled right into the open palm of the sleeping young woman. Looking back he saw the car turn around and head out of the room. Danielle smiled, gave him a little wave and blew him a kiss, then closed the door. He heard her footsteps get softer and softer, and then suddenly he was squeezed with a terrific force. Courtney had closed her fist around him in slumber. He found himself flying through the air, and then slammed against a soft firm surface.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm….”

Ryan could only hold still as the slumbering blond girl hugged him against her chest like a favorite teddy bear. Courtney then settled back down into her rhythmic breathing pattern. He was trapped in her arms like a doll, something to take to bed and cuddle. He sighed and closed his eyes and tried to make himself comfortable against her breast. It could be a long night….

TBC