Second Deconstruction by Aborigen, 21SEPT00

Once there was this average guy who minding his own business, doing guy things with his day, when suddenly some foreign country released a biochemical kind of weapon that shrunk people down, and this guy happened to walk into a cloud of shrinking-down stuff. So he shrunk down and didn?t have any clothes and started to panic.

Then this girl found him and said, "Oh look, a tiny little guy. Just the thing with which I may explore my budding sexuality. Hello, little man!" she called down to him merrily.

"Hello, gigantic scary woman," he called back up. "Please don?t hurt me, I?m lost and confused. Please take me to a doctor. He won?t know what to do with me but that?s my pathetic gesture toward pretending to not want to be this size."

"I have a better idea," said the hot college girl, and she scooped him up and cradled him in her hands and ran skipping back to her sorority house. She seemed to have walked in right in the middle of a keg party, despite it being the middle of the day on a Tuesday, with stupid girls getting sloppy drunk with emotionally underdeveloped guys who will only score with a physically incapacitated girl? which actually is the most realistic feature in this entire story.

She ran up to her room (her name isn?t important, it never is, but we can call her Cayleigh if you like) and put the tiny man down in the center of her bed. Inexplicably she started dancing for him, shaking her butt around and waving her arms and rolling her eyes and other weird stuff. He feigned confusion to be polite but really he was thinking, Damn, she?s hot. I would have found her sexually attractive at normal size, but now that I?m tiny I just want to explode with horniness. And even though he was a complete stranger she knew nothing about, Cayleigh worked very hard to impress him, executing such complicated manoeuvres as taking off her sweatshirt and sitting next to him as she peeled off her sneakers.

"Oh, little man," she purred, "you are the answer to my prayers. For years I have been victimized by horrible men (sob, sob) and now I finally have you to use and abuse as I see fit. You?d think that by growing past my terrible history and putting it behind me, becoming a successful contributive member to a progressive society, that would be the best revenge of all. Instead, I?m perpetuating this cycle of incomprehensible, inhuman violence against someone weaker than myself and letting a few creepy people shape my entire identity and determine the course of my future." So saying, she pulled off her sock and placed her foot on his body, rubbing it back and forth for a while, ordering him to smell her foot. He did.

Then her roommate, Lindsay, came in and she was extremely drunk. Cayleigh said, "Hi Lindsay, check out the tiny little man I have. I don?t know where he came from or what happened to him, but I?ve been taking advantage of him sexually."

"Oh no, Cayleigh, please don?t pass me around like an object," the tiny man pled, pretending to resist.

Lindsay laughed sloppily and lurched over to the bed. "Oh, look at him! He?s adorable! I just want to keep him forever and I love him! I love you, little man!" she cried, poking him roughly in the tummy.

"If you would like to play with him, you may," said Cayleigh, adding, "as long as you don?t get any stains on him."

Lindsay laughed very hard at that, falling on the bed next to the little man. Her breath stank of cheap rancid beer and vomit. "Oh, don?t worry about that! We?re going to have fun, aren?t we, little man?" she said, and the little man pretended to quail in fear. Cayleigh saw that he was in good hands and left the story. ?I mean, the room.

Lindsay wasn?t much in the breasts department, but she had a firm cheerleader?s body and a deep fakebake, and because this story was written by a shallow, hormonally-distended little fuckwad who hasn?t had pussy since pussy had him, the tiny man found this very sexy. She crawled up onto the bed and dragged her youthful body over him, first her breasts rubbing over his tiny naked frame, then her rib cage (which jutted out because she didn?t eat a lot) and then her flat tummy. At that point she became exhausted from all the alcohol and physical exertion and passed out on top of the little man. Ironically, this was one of the most pleasant moments altogether, being smushed against the mattress by a broad, firm belly of warm, soft skin as slow, deep breathing gently rocked him into a slumber as well.

Then light exploded all around him and when he looked up, Lindsay was gone but her friends Tiffany, Candi, and Foofoo were there, giggling and cooing over him. "Oh look, he?s awake!" squealed Tiffany. "Now we can have fun with him! Girls, strip down!" Immediately their clothing flew off and floated to the ground like snowflakes, so there were three completely hot young undergrads standing in this sorority house bedroom. Then they climbed up onto the bed.

"Oh, little man! We love you so!" they chirped, unable to speak in normal human tones. They started bouncing on the bed, first kneeling down around him in a triangle so all he saw were these huge crashing knees around him. Then they laughed and turned around so their asses were bouncing off the bed, and they made a game like Hungry Hungry Hippos where they started chasing him around the bed by bouncing at him with their buttocks. The little man felt a real pang of panic at this point as these enormous derrieres, as sweet as they?d be at normal size, started careening and leaping all around him, thundering after him as he tried to crawl across the mattress. Tiffany blocked him with her thigh as he tried to leap off the corner of the bed, and Candi?s ass was the one to come slamming down upon him, devouring him completely between her cheeks. She squealed joyfully and stood up.

"I got him! I got him!" she chittered. "Now I have to bounce up and down to shake him out of my butt!"

"Eek! Little man, little man! Get out of her butt!" The three girls screeched and stood up, jumping around on the bed with their tight little asses shaking and their huge breasts heaving around like water balloons in a paint can shaker, flopping wildly in every direction. It?s a wonder they didn?t just rip off and sail across the room, smacking into the opposite wall with a fatty splat, leaving a streak of red blood and orange cellulitic material as they plopped to the floor. But they didn?t, they stayed firmly anchored to the silly girls? chests as they hopped around.

The tiny man was scared for his life again and tried to grab onto something, to keep himself from falling onto the mattress where the girls? feet rained like boulders (from his perspective). Unfortunately he accidentally grabbed onto Candi?s anus. An electric shock ran through her body and she vibrated like an epileptic sucking on a light bulb socket and screeched so shrilly that she shattered all the windows in the bedroom. Needless to say the little man came tumbling out and bounced around the mattress like popcorn as the girls? huge clumsy giantess feet slammed into the ground around him. More than a few times they stepped on him with their soft, tender pink soles, lifting up immediately and thundering around him some more. Once he got caught in Foofoo?s toes and she couldn?t do anything about it but drag him around for a while. His tiny face peeked up between her pink painted toenails and he screamed for help but the girls were laughing hysterically as his tiny naked body tangled beneath Foofoo?s slender foot.

Eventually he shook loose and the girls laughed some more, then climbed off the bed and got dressed. "I know!" said Tiffany, figuratively. "Let?s bring him downstairs for all the girls to play with!"

"Yeah!" they chimed in, and Candi snatched his naked tiny self off the bed, and they tumbled down the stairs into the living room where a lot of bright rich kids used the tuition money from their parents to buy a buttload of alcohol and dump it into a large washbasin, where they were playing Bobbing for Apples, for no good reason but to shove their faces into a lot of expensive alcohol. And seriously, who really needs a good reason for something like that?

Tiffany shrieked, "Hey, everybody! Look what we got!" and Candi held up the tiny little man who trembled fearfully as every girl in the party stared at him and gathered around the basin of booze. For some reason there were no guys around at this point. Maybe they all went back to talk about sports while their testicles recharged or something. Candi laughed and tossed the little man into the basin of alcohol and all the girls cheered and knelt down around him.

All the tiny man saw were a dozen heads of lovely young women laughing and hovering over him like a ring of goddesses picking on a mortal. Except their version of picking on him involved opening their mouths way huge and descending upon him, trying to suck him in. He swam and swam around the basin, gulping for air and screaming for help, as the liquor surged and boiled around him like a stormy sea, and young women?s heads splashed into the mixture all around him. Sometimes the waves they made knocked him back and it was all he could do to keep his head up. Other times their long hair wrapped around him and almost yanked him out of the pool, until they laughed and tugged him out with clumsy fingers, palming him and giving him a big sloppy drunken kiss on his belly before tossing him back into the liquor.

Then one girl actually did get him. He looked up too late to submerge or swim aside, and saw this gaping maw of pink lips and sharp white teeth descend upon him. He stared up into the yawning abyss of her black, black throat and was slammed against the roof of her mouth by her enormous, thick, writhing tongue. She yanked her head back and raised her arms in triumph, as his tiny legs kicked and wheeled as they stuck out of her lips. He tried to hug her tongue but it squirmed and wriggled beneath him too spasmodically to hold onto. Then she started laughing and the back of her throat started fluctuating. Sound roared all around him as she laughed, and his tiny body started to slide over her tongue towards the back of her throat. Scared shitless, all he could do was watch his destiny slowly suck him down.

Outside, one of the girls noticed his legs disappearing into the girl?s mouth, so she grabbed her shoulders and drew her in for a deep kiss. All the other sorority sisters either went "woooOOOOooo!" or "Eeew, disgusting. Lesbos!" but were secretly intrigued and would try to start talking to both girls involved over the next three months. Anyway, the second girl managed to suck the tiny man back into her mouth, and his upper body was left sticking out as she laughed but held onto his legs with her tongue.

"Hey, no fair!" said the girl who?d sucked him up in the first place, but she was laughing at the same time. Then someone suggested a new game while the little man was all sticky, so all the girls pulled off their pants, skirts, and underwear, and lined up. They set the little man down on an ottoman, and the first girl walked up and sat down on the little man. He screamed when he saw her turn around and flash her ass at him, but of course he was tiny and weak and helpless so he had to take it. She giggled and sat on him very hard, and then her eyes lit up with surprise.

"Come on, Peggy, turn around and pass him off!" the girls were chanting. Peggy stood up and turned around and the next girl in line, Denisha, pressed her ass to Peggy?s and started clamping down with her buttocks, looking for the tiny little man.

But she couldn?t find him. "Where is he?" Denisha queried. "Peggy, bend over." She did, and there were two little legs sticking out of Peggy?s vagina. "Peggy! He?s in your vagina!" Denisha laughed.

"I know!" laughed Peggy back. She gave him a tight vulvic clench and his legs started kicking furiously.

All the girls laughed, but Denisha asked, "Now how am I supposed to get him out?" All the girls went "wooooOOOOooo!" again so she knelt down and held onto Peggy?s hips as she remained bent over. Very slowly she brought her face into the other girl?s firm little ass and pressed into her, her thick tongue rolling out and lapping up her inner thighs and thick labia, before finally rasping between the tiny man?s little legs.

The tiny man didn?t mind this at all, being wedged up inside a nice sweet pussy while some other doubtlessly hot college student licked at his crotch. That was the life! But then Denisha wrapped her lips around him and sucked him out. All the girls cheered and the tiny man had to cover his ears for all the racket. Denisha turned around and stood up and the next girl, Candi, pressed her breasts together to make some cleavage for the tiny man. Denisha laughed and dropped the little man between Candi?s breasts.

Candi started mashing her breasts together, rolling him back and forth between her ponderous boobs, laughing about it all the while. Then she knelt behind the next girl, Lauren, who bent over and basically sat upon Candi?s chest, almost. Lauren clenched her buttocks upon Candi?s ample cleavage and, after buffing her breasts with a modified lapdance, managed to latch onto the tiny man. She stood up and danced around with the tiny man?s legs flailing from her buttocks, then pressed her ass against the next girl?s, Trudy.

Trudy had an enormous ass, being a little heavy from watching TV and eating junk food and getting drunk whenever she could, driving around in her Metro Storm and avoiding walking whenever possible. It took quite the effort to bury the tiny man deep enough in Trudy?s voluptuous cheeks, but Lauren was determined and kept grinding her ass into the larger girl?s. And once he was in there, and just the top of his head was visible between those enormous buttocks, it was pretty clear he was never coming out.

"Okay, party?s over," declared Tiffany, and all the girls got dressed up. Trudy just pulled on her panties right over the tiny man?s head (no one ever bothered to find out his name, doesn?t matter) and then her black stretch pants over that. Her enormous ass rumbled as she slapped it, laughing about the tiny man she was taking with her.

"Awwww," said the other girls. "You?re taking him away from us? But we all love him, with all our hearts!"

"Too bad, girls," said Trudy, fondling her own ass quite enthusiastically as she ground her cheeks over the tiny man?s body in opposite directions. "I have to take this little prize all the way to the other side of campus, where my sorority sisters will love him just as much! Maybe you?ll get him back in a year."

"Yay, a year!" cheered all the girls.

"Oh no, a year," said the tiny man, who began to perceive that he might actually get tired of all this eventually, if not sooner. Much sooner. But too bad for him, because thunder-thighs Trudy heaved her bulk out to her flashy car and zipped across town, hitting all the potholes and road construction so her tremendous ass throbbed and rumbled around the poor little tiny guy. Then she made it to her own sorority house.

"Look what I got, girls!" she called out, and they all looked up from their ecstasy-and-lingerie party to see what she was talking about. Trudy immediately turned around, peeled off her stretch pants and panties (struggling to tug them from over her prodigious buttocks), and bent over. Deep in her ass crack was a tiny little man who looked up groggily and tried to focus on them.

"Eeeeee!!" they all squealed until his ears bled. "We love him very much and we all want to explore him sexually and very privately, in groups and in one-on-one encounters!"

"Well, who?s first?" said Trudy. "Come and get him! Or should I say, get him and cum!"

They all laughed at the crude sexual allusion but they also came surging forward, a living forest of firm young cheerleaders? tanned legs, tender bare feet, heaving breasts and supple buttocks, all in various states of undress. Tasha was the first girl to get up there and she thrust her fist deep into Trudy?s ass. After fishing around for a couple minutes she found 28 cents in change, a bus pass, some birthday candles, a memory card for a Sony PlayStation, a 3.5" floppy disk, some coffee beans, a cat, and eventually the tiny man. She tossed all the other prizes over her shoulder like the bridal bouquet at a wedding reception, but the little man she kept.

Tasha was dressed in a white sports bra and heather grey biker briefs. She loved to work out and had a very toned body, and she intended to use all of it on this little man. Leaping up the stairs she dashed to her room and locked the door. All the other girls pounded and meowed at her for as long as she had the little guy, but she ignored them. She set the little man down in the middle of her floor and stood over him, her fine feet on either side of him.

He stared up at her, her legs like twin towers, except more shapely like legs that led up to her young womanly crotch, and then it all just got lumpy and distant from his perspective. "What are you going to do with me?" he peeped timidly.

"Oh, little man, I love you so," she said amorously, "you?re just what I?ve always dreamed of. I?ve always wanted to be sexual with guys but they?re so intimidating sometimes. But now I have you and I don?t feel shy around you? in fact, I feel very, very open, even though you?re a complete stranger and you reek of alcohol and a dozen other girls."

So saying, she plucked the tiny man up between her fingers and pulled open her sports bra, sliding him down against the front of her breast. Her hardened nipple poked into his face insistently, almost like it was demanding his attention, so sometimes he squeezed it vengefully between his arms, but this just made it harder. Inexplicably Tasha started doing jumping jacks right there in the middle of her room. Her large breast heaved tremendously, carrying the tiny man along for a dizzying ride. As she leapt up there?d be a surge of gravity and her breast would press against him, then they?d be airborne simultaneously and he could mash his arms and legs into her fatty tissue with almost no resistance whatsoever. Then they?d come crashing down to earth again and her ponderous mammary would flood up all around and crush the air out of his lungs. Even though he was cradled by her sports bra he still clung to her nipple reflexively. Then she started jumping harder and higher, more frenetically, until her breast was like an angry enormous breast that smacked and pounded into him.

"That?s enough of that," Tasha said, "now it?s time to work on my glutes." She walked over to an exercise bench he didn?t notice before and pulled him out of her sports bra. She stuck him in back of her biker briefs and wedged him between her very firm and well-defined buttocks, then lay down on her front and hooked her ankles beneath a padded mechanical arm. She raised her lower legs, bending at the knees, and tensed up the backs of her thighs as she raised the weight connected to the arm. This was a very strenuous exercise she did over and over on her own, but now she had a tiny man?s solid mass wedged in her ass, and it tickled her to work out with him there.

For the tiny man?s part, he was crushed by her gluteus maximus every time she pulled the weight up. Crawling out was impossible, as either her muscles were pinning him in place, or the taut Spandex prevented him from getting out very far. So he decided the only thing to do was go in deeper, and bent around until he could reach her anus. Digging his hands into that, he pulled himself down.

That surprised Tasha and tickled her beyond belief, but she was raising the weight and didn?t want it to slam down so she squirmed in place while the tiny man tugged on her sensitive little butthole and pulled himself over it. His tiny body dragged over her anus and she screeched and squealed with ticklishness and nervousness. He started to get an erection as his hips passed over her butthole and it fluttered and clenched over his penis. He reached down and started to masturbate himself, which just got her more excited, what with all the twitching right in a very sensitive area, and she started to work out in earnest, using this extra energy to pump the weights even faster. Faster and faster her strong legs pumped, and the tiny man stroked his cock all the more furiously, until his orgasm came out in jagged spurts into her colon. Bizarre, eh? Anyway, he crawled down to her vagina and grabbed tiny handfuls of her labia to pull himself down there. That drove her crazy and the weights came crashing down and she moaned and writhed on the bench, helpless beneath his ministrations.

At that point the door burst open and the girls demanded, "Where?s our tiny little man? We want to have sex with him too, as much as he?s capable of, that is!" Tasha couldn?t say anything but only writhed erotically on the workout bench. One of the girls noticed the squirming lump in the crotch of her briefs and crawled onto the bench behind her, tugging down her underwear. Tasha fine, athletic ass was exposed to all, and the girl thrust her hand down between Tasha?s thighs, feeling around before extracting a very sticky tiny little man. The girls all cheered but then stopped cheering as the girl ran into Tasha?s bathroom and locked the door behind her. As for Tasha, some of her sorority sisters helped her masturbate into a thundering climax. That?s what friends are for.

The new girl, Jill, was more into kinky stuff and thought it would be funny to toss the tiny man (yet unnamed) into the toilet. Then she pulled down her own lacy panties and sat on the toilet seat. "Guess what comes next, little man!" she called down.

"Um, candy?" he said hopefully.

"Not quite," she laughed, and then grunted. He looked up and saw this hot blast of urine come shooting out from the vicinity of her labia and ring against the inside of the toilet bowl. He was disgusted with treading water in the toilet as it was, but now the water was growing warm and stank something fierce.

"Did I get you?" laughed the girl, lifting up one narrow hip to peek into the bowl. She saw the tiny man treading in yellowed water and laughed harder. The girls outside demanded to know what was going on, but she wouldn?t say. She just sat back down and grunted harder, and the tiny man?s heart froze when he saw her anus starting to enlarge. It opened up wider and pretty soon a huge lump of feces emerged, first hanging as the rest of it pushed out like a big, thick worm. Then the weight of it overpowered its physical cohesiveness and it broke off and hurled towards him like a stinky, sticky asteroid. It landed next to him and sent a wave of urine over his head. Coughing and spluttering he tried to swim away from it and heard the girl laughing outside of the bowl, but then the last bit of shit was pushed out of her butt and tumbled down, smacking him right on the head. When she turned around to check up on him she just about busted a gut laughing, but the tiny man was seriously dazed and struggled to keep his head above water.

"Well, that?s all for you, little man," she giggled maliciously and wiped herself with a huge wad of toilet paper. She tossed it down and he tried to crawl onto it for something dry to cling to. Then he looked up and saw she?d pulled up her panties and was grinning down at him as she reached for the toilet handle.

"No!" he screamed, but she just laughed and flushed the toilet. She watched him with an evil grin as the water flooded in and swirled around. The flushing noise rumbled all through him as he clung to the toilet paper, and down went one piece of poop, then the other, rushing into the plumbing of the building. The little man cried and clung to the toilet paper, waiting for it too to be sucked down into the sewer.

By some fortunate circumstance the paper moistened just enough to stick to the bowl and no matter how much water washed around it, it never gave. The flushing stopped, the waters calmed, and the exhausted man looked up into the disappointed girl?s face. "Well, I?m not one to question an omen," she said, "so you must be destined to live? for now." She reached down and plucked him out, flushing again to get rid of the paper. She toted him to the sink and doused him in antibacterial hand soap, rubbing him vigorously between her enormous mitts, with no concern as to what injury she might be doing to him, and really it did hurt as her fingers roughly ground into him or pinched his limbs carelessly. Still, she cleaned him up and made him promise never to talk to anyone about what happened, or else she?d shove him up her butt and he?d rot there until she pooped him out and flushed him away for good. The little man was too shocked to say anything so she was satisfied and opened the bathroom door.

"Who?s next?" she said, then laughed and chose the fattest, ugliest girl there. And as they were all pretty hot, she could only find a moderately plump, not-gorgeous-but-still-very-pretty girl, and handed the tiny man off to her. The new girl, Bertha, laughed in delight and ran out of the room with the tiny man.

"Oh, you adorable, sexy little man!" she said, her smile a garish red grimace above his tiny, frightened, damaged body. "I love you so much! But I also love food, so I?m going to combine the two! How?s that sound?" At this point the man truly wished for death so he gave a half-hearted thumbs-up to her. She trotted off to the kitchen, threw open the freezer, and pulled out a pint of ice cream.

Sitting down at the table, she got a spoon, opened the ice cream and set him down in the middle of it. He was shocked to alacrity with the freezing substance but Bertha just laughed and poked at him with the spoon, scooping up huge chunks of ice cream if he was trying to stand up on it. At the last second he?d slip off and fall back into the pint, and she?d open up her gaping maw and shovel in more ice cream. Each time send a shiver of dread down the tiny man?s spine, as the massive lump of food disappeared into that gaping cavern of digestion. Or maybe it was just the frozen ice cream that made him shiver.

Then she got some chocolate syrup and poured it all over him, scooping him up in the spoon. Bertha chuckled and held the spoon out, reciting the old kids? mealtime cajolery, "Here comes the airplane into the hanger, nnnnnneeeeeeeooooooowwwww!!" She swooped and ducked the spoon around, and the tiny man?s vision was nothing but bizarre tilting angles and streaks of blurry color. Then she tilted back her head and held the spoon over her face, and the little man tried desperately to hold onto the spoon as she basically poured him into her mouth. His limbs wheeled through the air as he freefell into her mouth, where her tongue was a soft cushion for him to land upon.

Giggling with delight, she rolled him around merrily with her tongue and lapped the chocolate syrup off of him. He was just excited to be warmed up again and hugged her tongue whenever he could, with his arms or his legs. Then she started rasping into him very hard, with a rough, pink, moist tongue almost as long as he was tall, and ground him against the roof of her mouth, purring very loudly. Her purring and moaning, as she played with his genitalia with the tip of her tongue, rumbled through his entire body and so he responded by humping her tongue. She seemed delighted and started tickling him with her tongue, and then he came again, a short little spurt in the midst of her papillae.

All tickling stopped as she explored this curious new taste. She decided she liked it, so huge gushes of saliva washed up all around her tongue and drenched him, and then came the working motion that started forcing him into the back of her mouth. He screamed and clutched onto her tongue, scrabbling for a handhold with her slippery huge teeth, as his legs slipped down into her throat. Seriously, his tiny legs made it over the edge of her tongue and down her throat before her gag reflex kicked in and she lodged him back in her mouth. What a relief!

But then the other girls wanted to know what happened to him. Bertha wouldn?t say anything, but grabbed a friend of hers, Malloy, and yanked her to Malloy?s bedroom. When Malloy tried to ask what happened, Bertha just shoved her down onto the bed, pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, and thrust her fat face up between Malloy?s young thighs and her lips upon Malloy?s labia.

The little man struggled to rebel against Bertha?s tongue, which seemed to be ushering him out of her mouth quite forcefully. He was very comfortable in her capacious maw and wanted to stay a while, not be ejected into the cold world for some other pervo to take advantage of him, but too bad for him. Bertha?s teeth parted and the tiny man only caught a glimpse of wriggling folds of flesh and sproingy thick dark hair before his moistened body was shoved unceremoniously into Malloy?s very tight, narrow vaginal passage.

Bertha brought her head up and winked at her friend before standing up and walking out of the room. Malloy lay on her bed in surprise for a moment, wondering what this solid lump was that the plump girl had shoved into her cunt, and then laughed out loud when it started squirming and kicking inside her. Malloy clenched her vulva tighter so he couldn?t even force a foot out, such was her talent, and straightened her panties. She got dressed in jeans and a blouse and bolted from the room with the tiny man still trapped deep within her vagina. When the other girls asked what happened she just shrugged her shoulders and said she couldn?t talk, she had a family reunion to go to and some female cousins to catch up with. She hopped into the car her daddy bought her and peeled out, racing into the distance, racing to destiny. Along the hour-long car ride she entertained herself by rhythmically clenching the tiny man, contracting her muscles to pull him deeper and deeper inside of her, then pushing him out until his legs rested against her panties, then sucking him back inside again.

When she made it to the reunion she found some of her distant cousins-in-law and dragged them to a nearby barn, where she pulled down her pants and panties and slowly released the little man who came tumbling into the crotch of Malloy?s panties. He looked up in confusion at the brand new girls who crowded around him with huge eyes and slowly parting lips.

"Oh, a tiny man!" they crowed. "Just what we?ve always wanted! We love him so much! Can we experiment with him sexually?"

And that?s just what they did, but that?s another story. If you want to hear about that story, basically you can cut-n-paste the story from almost the start to this point and just change the names, because that?s what I?m going to do when I write it. If I get enough encouragement from an apathetic, selfish readership more interested in new masturbatory material than supporting some strange writer?s self-esteem.