Rosanne Soul, a thirtyfive year old, classical guitarist from Tennessee, had just recently divorced and she was on her own for the first time since before her marriage back in 04'.


She had put everything she had into her music. Standing at five foot four and weighing in at around a hundred and eight pounds, her tiny stature had always been a big problem for her.


Except when she picked up her guitar...
 
 
She had written at least, a hundred songs. Her sister Sandra, sent one into the local radio station, they played it on the air one friday night and the next day, a big music producer called her up and wanted her to record it.


She did, and the next thing she knew, she was well on her way to recording an entire album!


Her husband Randy didn't want her to continue with her music. He didn't want her to go on the road and be gone for weeks at a time.


She left him a voicemail from Orlando, Florida, telling him that it was over between them.


That was all she said, "It's Over Randy, Good bye".




***








She had just finished her last gig, on her 'first' solo tour. She had been all around the country, and after tonight's performance, she would be making her 'thirty-eight state trip' a complete success.

This was her last stop on the tour, Nelsonville. A little place called 'the Fireside Lounge'.


This would be it, her last performance and she could fly out of here tomorrow and head back home to Tennessee. Although, she did, want to stop in and visit with Sandra first. Sandra lived here in Nelsonville, and she hadn't seen her for several years. She didn't want to leave without at least dropping in to visit with her older sister.




After her first session, she had just returned to her motel room. The waitress had just brought her a food cart, a complimentary buffet, sent to her from the management ~ The 'Fringe Benefits' of becoming a big star...


She thanked the waitress, with her raspy, southern twang, and stepped back into her room as she left and closed the door behind her...


Rosanne quickly slipped out of her tight dress and high heels. She was a little sweaty, and she didn't want to ruin her dress.




She was really tired from the last gig, and she just wanted to get this night over with and be done with this first tour.




Pouring herself a soda, mixed with a little squirt of Jack, she flopped down onto her bed to stretch out her tensed up, leg muscles.


Wearing only her stockings and garter, she looked up into the mirrored ceiling and admired her matching bra and pantie's. She posed her lean, muscular legs, around in several different positions and tried to imagine what she would look like on her next album cover...


After a few minutes, she got up from the bed and fixed herself a small plate of food from the cart. She quickly downed the drink and popped a piece of the tiny chicken into her mouth.


She sat down on the edge of the bed and noticed something dripping from the bottom of the food cart.


She thought that she had heard something moving inside of the plastic trashbag. She stepped quietly over to the side of the cart and squatted down next to it.


That's when she saw him!


She jumped back and tried to cover herself. It a was a tiny little man, but he was only about six inches tall!


He was just standing there on the edge of the cart.


Rosanne couldn't believe her own eyes!


He was just so, ...so frickin' little!


He tried to get away, but she easily captured him under her glass. She held the little bastard trapped under it until he started yelling!
 
 
She released him, and he started talking about how he had been 'accidentally' thrown into the trash?


She couldn't believe that crazy explanation and she started to think that maybe somebody was playing a weird prank on her, or something stupid like that!
 
 
She became angry, and told him to get out of her room or she was going to squash him flat!


He ran to her door and tried to squeeze underneath it. She stomped her feet, right behind him, just to scare him a bit and he quickly discovered that he couldn't fit under the door.



Rosanne pressed her toe forcefully down on top of this,.... little person.


She wanted this strange looking little guy out of her room. And, out of her sight!


She was just about to lift her foot up really high, and stomp down on top of him as hard as she could! She had never before seen such a tiny little freak like him...
 
 
This just had to be some kind of, trick, or something?


She felt his tiny, little, tight shorts. His butt, squirming around under her big toe. He was trying hard to get away from her, but he was just slightly too big, and he couldn't quite squeeze underneath of the door.


She could actually feel his miniature little glutes, flexing tightly under her toe, as he frantically tried to get away.
 
 
 
 
She felt a heated spasm of guilt deep in her gut, as she suddenly looked upon this tiny, little creature, as a real person.


When her toe had actually touched his tiny body, she felt the soft warmth of his living being. Something clicked inside her mind and she instantly realized that she was actually seeing a real life, miniaturized human being!


Was he real? But, he was so, SMALL! How could he be THAT Small?
 
 
Rosy pulled her foot away and slowly knelt down to take another look. She could have easily squashed him into a bloody pulp, and ... she suddenly felt relieved.
 
 
...that she hadn't.




She carefully reached down and pinched up his tiny ankle. He instantly started screaming and trying to pull his foot away.




Whispering softly with a somber tone, she said, " it's alright, take it easy, you can't fit under the door, so... you may as well come back over here", a penitential calm in her feminine voice.


Bobby couldn't do anything to stop her. He was swiftly dragged away by his ankle, and pulled out in front of her large rounded knees.


He tried to hang on to the bottom of the door, but she easily pulled him loose and dragged him back over in front of her.


The giant woman leaned down over her legs and folded her forearms onto the carpet, resting her chin down on top of them, her curious brown eyes widened as she arched her brows, intently watching him.


He turned around and sat up. She didn't appear to be angry...


She looked like a giant kitten playing with a mouse. The way that she lowered her head down, as low as possible, so that she could see him from his level.


Bobby could see every detail on her giant face. A faded scar over her right eyebrow was just barely visible. A small black mole next to her upper lip, accented her dark red lipstick.


Her shiny black hair spilled loosely from a half-hitched scrunchy, that only partly contained about a third of her full, thick, head of hair. Her bare shoulders flanked her face, centering it perfectly, her huge presence terrified him!
 
 
He scooted backward on his butt, slowly moving away from her, he tried to be casual about it, but she could easily see that he was very scared of her.
 
 
 
"I'm sorry little guy, I didn't realize what was happening", she said.


Her mouth drew his full attention, her voice seemed familiar, that deep, raspy, country twang that sounded very familiar to him,... he had heard that voice somewhere...
 
 
"Where'd ya get those tiny little shorts?", she quizzically asked.


Her dark brown eye's fluttering across him like electric scanners, inspecting every square inch of his tiny male form.
 
 
"I have to shop in the 'childrens section' myself, trying to find my size, but YOU, you would have to shop in the 'toy section', she teasingly remarked.


Bobby didn't know what she was going to do next!


Just a minute ago, she was threatening to stomp on him, and now she was being nice?


Her sparkling brown eyes took on a pleasant appearance, and she was, very pretty. Being so close to her, and her sudden change of attitude, was a bit unsettling...
 
 
 
 

"Is that all the clothes you have to wear?", she asked.


Bobby slowly got to his feet. He looked down at his shorts and realized how ridiculous he must look to her.
 
 
"Yeah, pretty much", he whispered.
 
 
"Hm, you know,.. they have these little miniature food items here at the restaurant, they're doing some type of 'theme' for the upcoming St. Patrick's Day holiday, and I noticed that this little doll they have out there on the front door, has a little green outfit that might just fit you", she whispered curiously.
 
 
"Please, could you just take me out into the restaurant and see if you could find Diane, my mother-in-law, she's probably looking all over for me by now!", he anxiously told her.
 
 
"I don't know, what does she look like?", she asked him.


Bobby began to describe what his mother-in-law looked like. His words drifted up to deaf ears...


Rosy listened, but she really paid no attention to what he was actually saying, she watched him in a trance-like abeyance.
 
 
She thought to herself, " I think I want to keep this little guy. It get's really lonely out there on the road and it sure would be awfully nice, to have someone like you around, I could really use the company.


Her huge eye's, absorbing his miniature figure, she seemed to be drifting off into deep thought.
 
 
"Please, I don't want to get separated from her", Bobby yelled up to the giantess. He realized that he had lost her attention.


She had zoned out on him. Lost in her own thoughts, she continued staring down at him. Although, she seemed to be looking straight through him.
 
 
"Please, Ms. Just let me go, open the door up for me, and I'll be on my way!", Bobby yelled up to the dazed giantess.
 
 
"What, Oh, um, wait a minute, I um...", she suddenly snapped out of it, shaking her head, she started to get to her feet.
 
 
"wait a sec. there, little fella", she whispered.


Bobby was forced to step back, as she raised her head up and lifted her upper body. Bringing her left foot forward, she placed it down directly in front of him.
 
 
"let me find someplace to put you, where you'll be safe. Then I'll get dressed and go out there and see if I can find her", she told him.


Her towering figure suddenly rose up before him. Her stout, muscular calves, flared out as she separated her feet and stood over him with a wide stance.


The cream colored nylon stockings she wore, contrasted with the deeply tanned skin on the rest of her towering figure. She stood dominantly over him, peering down with a slight smile on her bright red lips.


She quickly looked around the room, pausing briefly, she had spotted something over by her suitcase. She looked back down at him and slowly squatted. Reaching out her right hand, she didn't hesitate to just carefully squeeze him up within her fingers.
 
 
"I'm going to pick you up, little guy".


Bobby braced himself, but there was very little he could do to prepare for such things. Her huge grasping fingers completely wrapped around his body and firmly tightened up, until she had satisfied herself, that she had a secure hold on him.


Then, he was swiftly lifted up. She pulled her hand over next to her waist as she slowly stood back up, taking him with her, he rose up off high off of the floor, floating right next to her wide tanned hip.


He was carried aloft, right next to her waist, as she walked down to the foot of her bed and turned toward the dresser. She gently placed him down on top of her dresser and released her fingers.
 
 
"Stay right there, okay", she told him.


Squatting down by her suitcase, she opened it up and took out a large, fish-net bag. It held some dirty panties and a crumpled up nightgown. She opened the drawstring top, and started to remove the dirty clothes, then she stopped, she smiled wider and decided to just leave them inside it...
 
 
 
 
"Come err, lil' guy", she whispered, a glint of mischievousness in her smiling eye's.
 
 
"Let's put you somewhere safe, Okay?".




The next thing he knew he was being dropped into a sweaty pair of her dirty panties and placed into her musty suitcase!
 
 
"Wait!", Bobby screamed, just before she closed the lid and snapped it tightly shut.








*

Rosanne quickly slipped back into her light cotton sun-dress and stepped over to her suitcase, squatting next to it, she bend down and pushed it under the bed. A slight smile formed on her lips as she stood back up.


She slid her feet into her high heels and grabbed her glasses.


Standing next to the door was her guitar. She walked over and picked it up, carrying it back around on the other side of the bed, she opened the case and carefully placed it inside.


She stood up and stretched her arms. Her mind filled with wonder, she wanted to get out of this motel room right now, tonight. However, she had to play one more session at eleven o'clock, it would be well after midnight before she finished.


One more night, just one more, and,in the morning, she could be on her way back home.


She could stop in and visit with Sandra for a little while and then she could head back to Tennessee.

It was eight thirty, three and a half hours to kill.


She wondered about this tiny, little man, was he actually telling her the truth. What about his mother-in-law, she could possibly, still be out there in the restaurant looking for him?


Maybe, she would go out into the restaurant and take a little look around. Mingle a bit, sign a few autographs, just see what was going on,  maybe, she could meet this,  Diane.


Her driver Bill, was in the next room adjacent to hers, so she stepped out into the hall, taking the food cart out of her room with her, she parked it next to the wall and knocked on Bill's door.


No answer. He must have been out drinking in the lounge. She checked to make sure that she had her keys, and then quietly pulled her door shut . Her heart surged, pounding with excitement, as she thought about what she had just done.


Trapped inside her suitcase, was a real live, miniature man, only six inches tall.


She knew she shouldn't leave him inside of there, for too long, so she decided to just take a quick look around, maybe have a drink and then she would get right back to her room.






****






Bobby was thrust into complete darkness.


The soft landing, just after the giant brunet's hasty toss, had landed him directly into a huge pair of red and white striped underwear.


He hadn't realized, that she was going to capture him, yet again. So, he was totally thrown off guard when she just swiftly tossed him into her dirty laundry bag and imprisoned him inside her suitcase!


The musty smell of stagnant air and fragrant detergent blended together, creating just a hint of contrast against the powerful aroma of the giantess's soiled pantie's




He had landed right inside of them, just before she quickly closed the lid and trapped him in the huge suitcase. His whole body was wrapped up, entangled inside her dirty pantie's!


"HELP!", he screamed out, several times, he yelled out for her to let him out of there!


He felt the huge suitcase fall over and slowly scoot across the carpet on it's side. She was moving it, but she wasn't opening it...


"Please, Let me outta here!", he yelled.


The air inside of the trapped space quickly heated up. The darkness overtook him, as he steeled himself to withstand another waiting game.


The pungent scent of her colossal body filled his head, a strong, tart tang, of her giant pussy burned his eye's as his nose twinged with the smell of her womanly esscents.


The incredible smell swirled inside his brain, intoxicating him with uncontrollable arousal. He remembered how his youngest, sister-in-law, Trisha, had treated him. His stomach churned at the thought of it.


"Not Again!", he screamed out in frustration!


This woman wasn't going to torture him, was she?


He was forced to wait. He couldn't see a single thing, only barely able to move, he grabbed onto the rope-like fish net bag. The surrounding soft cotton panties, only helped to bind him even more, restricting his movement, he could just move around enough to wriggle out of the wet cotton material.


His stiffened cock, throbbing inside his tight short pants, only reminded him that he was still alive. The sweaty cotton material that had been worn so closely to the giantess's most private area, was wadded up right against his bare body, easily large enough to swallow him.


He was nestled tightly into the narrow gusset, forced to breath the sweltering nectar of her womanly juices.


He had pressed his hands into the conforming mass and pushed it away enough that he had a little bit more room to breath. He hated this.


He hated being trapped like this. The waiting was unbearable, claustrophobia and a sickening, sexual frustration, boiled within his core. He felt like he was drowning...


He thought of Carly. His wife, she must have been worried sick about him. God, he wished he could get back to her...


He pressed his feet out into the fish net bag and started kicking. He managed to force the moist cotton pantie away from him and allow himself just a bit more space. A short distance down below his feet he felt the web-like nylon netting of the fish net bag.


The heavier rope-like netting ensured his entrapment, there was no way he could escape.


Somewhere, outside of the suitcase, he heard a muffled knocking sound.


'Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap'.


'Hello, Mis. Soul?', a young girl spoke out.


"Room service".




Bobby started scooting toward the other end of the bag. He remembered where the suitcase had opened up, and he tried to get closer to that end.


He heard the door close, footsteps walking around the bed; he heard a grunt, then he felt the suitcase slide out across the carpeting below.


Zip!, the suitcase opened up!


Blinding light poured inside. The huge face of the giant waitress appeared above the opening and he screamed up toward it!


HELP ME!


The shadow of her looming figure swept across his blear-eyed face. Only able to catch a quick glimpse of her, before she jumped back and swiftly slammed the case closed!


Nooo, Come Back!, he screamed.


Slam-Click!, the door of the room slammed shut.   She was gone.


The girl ran out of the room, leaving the suit case open.


Bobby could now see out through the partially opened lid. He crawled toward the tightly drawn top. The drawstring of the fish net bag, wasn't tied too tightly, it had a small opening in the center.


He stuck his hands through and worked the hole around. The opening slowly enlarged and spread open enough that he could work his way through.


He didn't waste any time, he quickly slipped through the top of the bag and crawled out onto a pair of large rubber soles, large enough to use for a boat,!


A huge pair of pink flip flops ,that she must have used for shower shoes; they smelled strongly of fragrant shampoo and other bath soaps all blended together.


He got to his feet and walked across the rubber platform, toward the open end of the suit case. He had to jump across a small open space at the edge, where the shoe soles and the edge of the case was.


He easily cleared the jump and climbed down from the opened side of the suitcase. His feet lightly dropped into the soft carpeting as he landed on the floor and turned around to see where he was.


The cooler air on the floor swirled around, white carpeting spreading out around him; he walked toward the bed support, a single wooden post firmly planted into the carpet. He ducked in beside it and sat down in the soft carpeting.


He looked out along the walls and quickly noticed the door. He had to get to the other end of the bed so that he would be closer to it.


Along the way, he encountered a large, purple pair of high heels. The shoes had barely been worn, a purple, suede leather, released an intoxicating perfume. The outside slightly covered with a shiny scattering of glitter.


Bobby stopped to inspect the giantesses shoe's. The solid spike heel was nearly as tall as his head. The steep arch curved sharply in an S shape. Just the sight of them disturbed something deep within him.


He ducked his head, and walked underneath of both giant shoes. Brushing his fingers along the bottoms, he felt the smoothness of the stiffened leather.


Feeling a rush of panic, a sweet surge of excited fear blended with sexual frustration, sent his heart throbbing and his lungs pumping.


The roof-like expanse, of the huge encompassing bed; creating the darker depths beneath it, seemed to go on endlessly...


Bobby quickly sprinted along the edge and made his way to the head end, closest to the door.


The thick carpet blocked his escape. He would just have to wait until someone opened it and try and dash through before it closed.


He didn't have to wait long. The sudden sweeping sound of the door as it brushed across the carpet drew his attention. He turned to see a pair of white tennis shoes stepping into the room. The sneaky way that they moved told him that it was probably the waitress returning to see what it was, that was inside of that suitcase.


She quietly shut the door, standing cautiously next to it, her huge feet blocking any chance for Bobby to get past her, which prevented any escape into the hallway.


He had to force himself to stand up. His legs shaking so bad, that they caused him to tremble all over.


The thought of staying hidden under the bed made him feel like a coward, so he stepped out into the light, and looked up at giantess waitress.


Her towering figure was slowly moving toward the foot of the bed. Her short, white dress skirt, barely reached her knees, shiny nylon stockings sparkled in the light, as he took in the tremendous sight of her magnificent legs.


The well shaped form of her hovering behind floated above and shifted within the pleated skirt like an enormous pair of massive muscles. The swift motion of her movement, as she stepped back over and squatted down by the suitcase, appeared like a blurry flash of colorful waves.


He considered his limited choices; stay here with Rosanne, or see if this waitress would help him?

Bobby shrank back into an ocean of white carpeting. The underside of the enormous bed, filling the entire sky above him; flattening himself out, he tried to sink down into the plush nylon strands.

Her knees; huge, rounded, oval shapes, separated and scooted closer _ walking across the well lit outer area beyond the edge of the protective bed; the inquisitive giant girl had caught sight of something moving around, just under the bed.

The thudding impact of her weighted knees thumped heavily onto the floor.

Ducking down into the knee deep, carpeting; a field of white, he tried to conceal himself amongst the course, thread-like stocks.

A huge set of freshly painted fingernails, fluttered through the fluff of white carpet, feeling around, sweeping an arc across a wide area, they just barely brushed across his flattened out figure.

Crushing down a wide path as her flattened hand swept across the white field surrounding him, he felt the sharp edge of a giant fingernail scrape across his back.

Bobby looked up just in time to see her wide set eyes peering down directly at him.

“Hey, you there, come out here... right now!”, her shrill girlish tone blasted out!

Bobby feared the worst, he couldn’t let this girl capture him. His decision to hide from her, and wait for Rosanne to return, was suddenly interrupted as the huge teenage waitress glanced down in his direction just as he had started to sprint back under the bed.

“I’m gonna count to three, if you’re not out here, I’m going to come under there after you”!

Her short skirt had scooted up her thighs, exposing a vast smooth interior of feminine flesh. The inner area between her massive legs appeared like a huge box canyon; entrapping him within the shadowy cavern just under her canopy-like skirt.

A dark black ‘V’-shaped wedge formed within the crotch of her inner thighs, revealing the super tight cotton thong.

Bobby tried to appear as if nothing was out of the ordinary. He swiftly got to his feet and started walking toward her, his knees trembling; he looked up at the huge set of curiously watching eyes, growing larger and wider as he stumbled out of the shadows and into the light.

Her knees scooted back. Leaning backward, she cautiously slid away from him. Covering her mouth with one hand, she caught her breath with a surprised gasp. She seemed to freeze up. Her large figure kneeling before him appeared like an enormous statue.

Her thighs compressed against her calves, folded tightly, as her well rounded behind rested firmly on her upturned feet. Her tennis shoes, stuffed under her butt were just barely hidden under the edge of her short skirt.

Her perplexed engagement so extremely rigid and fixed, she focused down possessively as she slowly regained her over-sized authority.

Suddenly engrossed in her newly found hostage, she began to slowly lean down even further.

Her deep blue eyes, widening with fascination, she lowered her fingers from her lips, revealing an enormous toothy smile.


“Are You.....real?”, she softly whispered.


Bob steadily stepped closer. He tried to portray himself as a normal person. Devoid of any way to defend himself though, he only had to protect... his pride.

“Yes, I’m real, just as real as you are!”, he tried to sound confident.

The giant girl flinched back as she heard his miniature voice. She gasped with surprize and pulled away a little bit further.


“Where did you come from?”, she asked.

“I’m lost, I need to get back to Diane. She’s the tall blonde at the side table?”, Bobby tried to explain...

“You just waited her table... she’s sitting with another woman - please, ...just take me to her, and she’ll explain everything!”.

The giant girl slowly lowered herself slightly closer, as if she expected him to suddenly disappear. Her face flushed, coloring her freckled cheeks with a rosy, pink hue, she studied the miniature marvel standing before her.

“Um, how did you get so small?”, she whispered.


Her hands slowly lowering down on top of her knees. Her fingers splayed out as she wiped them over the front of her short skirt. Her breath escaped her nose, releasing a gust of warmth that swirled around his feet.

Dark eye shadow, highlighting her upper lids, grew wider as she relaxed her posture and allowed herself to settle down closer to him.

Bobby suddenly felt that same old sinking feeling. That same feeling that told him to run for his life!

Only, he had been forced to forfeit that internal alarm so many times before, that his body almost didn’t relay that signal to his brain any longer...

“Please Mis,...just take me out there and give me to Diane!”, he pleaded to the gigantic waitress.

Her smile widened. She lowered her right hand down in front of him and flattened out her fingers.

“Sure thing, little guy. Hop on, I’ll take you to her!”, the girl excitedly told him.

Bobby did as the smiling, girl giant asked, and cautiously climbed into the warmth of her open hand.

Her soft palm opened up before him. Pressing the back of her petite, feminine hand down into the white carpeting.

She gasped with surprize, as she felt his tiny bare feet stepping into the center of her upturned palm.

Bobby quickly sat down and waited for her to lift him up. The fear of relinquishing his freedom to this young girl swelled in his chest as she slowly raised him up to her sparkling eyes.

Desperately, his internal alarm system tried to warn him!

Goosebumps coursed across his spine, collecting like pins and needles around the back of his neck. His stomach dipped down with the powerful force, as he was effortlessly whipped up into the air...

“Gosh, you barely weigh anything at all!”, she spoke out with a sudden blast of excitement.

Bobby braced himself as best he could, as she awkwardly got to her feet and stood up. He was swiftly lifted up higher above the floor. The entire room came into full view, as she stepped toward the doorway.

She studied him like an expensive piece of unique jewelry. Her sweet scented breath wafted over his tiny figure as she casually held him up before her glittering smile, intently watching him sitting there, so tiny, right inside her single palm.

“I think we better put you in my pocket. Someone might see you ,if I just carry you around like this, Okay?”, she whispered.

“Alright, but please, just be careful...”, Bobby was swiftly lowered down to her waist.

Her other hand pulled the top of her skirt pocket open, and he was quickly lowered down inside...

“Wait!”, he shouted!

Her fingers loosened as he fell into the depths of the cotton pocket!

Her fingers opened up the top, and her face came into view.

“What is it?”, she asked.

“Not this pocket, I can’t see out!”, he told her.

“You’re too big to fit inside of my breast pocket. You’ll just have to stay inside there until I find your friend, okay”?

Bobby reluctantly agreed. He was left to ride inside of the gigantic girls front dress pocket.

The top of the pocket had a doubled border, stitched into the edge and it was at least two feet above his head. He was facing her huge thigh muscle and as she started to walk, he was pressed face first into the huge wall of flexing muscle mass.

His feet pressed into the narrow space at the bottom of the pocket. He held tightly to the inside layer of her thin cotton dress. Each step that she took, he was forced directly into her leg and pushed backward. He was swiftly swept out, and then, he felt like he was floating forward, right back into her massive thigh.

Each step, pressed him against her; lifting him slightly and carrying him out for several feet, then sweeping him upward and releasing; only to float right back into her pumping thigh muscle once again.

Over and over, her massive leg swung him back and forth like some weird swing-set...

The sensation of being carried around this way was strangely arousing. He glanced up through the open pocket. Looking straight up through the top, he could see her massive form floating above. Her large body looming so high above the pocket.

Her heavy bosom wobbling and shifting around as she casually strolled along taking him with her as if he were nothing at all.

The speed of her gate suddenly increased. Bobby was caught up from outside of the pocket, as her grasping hand protectively covered him, pressing his entire body right into her leg.

He could feel her flexing thigh working much harder as she suddenly took off like a frightened race horse.

Her throbbing steps took several quick lunges and then she slowed back down. The gentle release of her hand allowed him to swing free once again and he braced himself as her heavy thigh returned to the former pattern.

The outside air swirled into the pocket. A fresh scent of night air told him that the giantess waitress had gone outside.

He wondered what she was doing. She was suppose to be taking him back into the restaurant, but she had taken a detour somewhere along the way and had gone outside into the parking lot...

He heard the jingling sound of her key’s. Then the resounding click of a car door opening up.

He was suddenly seized up from outside of the dress pocket and bound up into a tightly rolled wad!

The skirt was slipped down, and he felt himself being wrapped up tightly inside of a much heavier material.

He suddenly felt a swift lifting motion. Then a sudden dropping sensation causing his stomach to rise into his throat.

“Help!”, he cried out!

She was kidnapping him! “Noooo!”, he screamed out in panic!

‘Wham!’ the sound of the car door slamming shut resounded like a sonic boom!


Bobby didn’t know what to do now. He couldn’t even move his legs, she had wrapped him up inside of the skirt, and then wrapped something else around it; securely trapping him inside and locking him up inside of her car!

He felt his head spinning. He couldn’t breathe very well, and the heated space around him started to become even hotter.


***


He had no idea how much time had passed. He lifted up his head to look around. A dim light shone in from across a wide open space. He strained to lift up his legs and found that they were both bound at the ankles.

He slowly realized that his wrists were bound as well; spread eagle, and strapped down onto a rough wooden surface.

He lifted his head and quickly discovered that he was completely naked.


The cool air around him chilled his bare skin. He strained to try and break free of his restraints. The bindings that held him was some type of sticky tape, he could feel the slight give in the sticky adhesion.

The huge room smelled of faint feminine perfume and some type of pine scented air freshener. A single light, shining in from an adjacent room barely illuminated the chilly space around him.

He struggled hard to pull his ankles free. The tape give slightly, but still remained; holding him firmly bound to the surface like a miniature laboratory specimen.

He heard music playing in a distant room. The rhythmic beat of some ‘pop song’ played out through muffled speakers. It sounded like, a Katy Perry song- ‘Hear Me Roar’...

He was shivering from the present state of his undress, and the sudden realization that he was once again a prisoner to some horny little giant bitch.

He felt the sticky tape pulling the skin on his wrists as he strained hard to yank himself free. It was no use, he couldn’t get loose. The tape was wrapped around his arm and stuck down firmly to the surface.

Just then, he was suddenly alerted to the approaching footfalls of a giant girl. Her high heeled shoes, cracked against the hardwood floor with a snapping force. The footsteps came closer in a swift, sifting, drag-like motion. The casual drifting of the huge soles as they lazily scooted across the floor, revealing her unwarranted power...

A light came on directly above him, as she casually stepped over closer...

“Well, well, well,...I see you finally decided to wake up”, her cat-like voice purred out from high above.

It was her. The waitress, only, she had stripped down to just her bra and panties and had pulled her hair back into a tightly bound ponytail.

“Don’t do this!”, Bob yelled out. “Please, I’ll do anything you want, just please don’t/ , his voice was swiftly cut off.

Her huge fingertip pressed down across his mouth, covering it completely, along with half of his face.

“Sh, sh- hush”, lowering her face down directly above him.

Her puckered lips wrinkled up, as she pressed them down over his entire midsection.

“Mmm”, she pressed them firmly over his bound legs.

He felt her hot breath escape from her monstrous nasal passages and flow across his naked skin. The sudden warmth penetrated his miniature body and quickly reawakened his frozen manhood.

Her huge, sparkling eyes opened up, so closely that he could see his own reflection within them. He caught his breath, as her enormous tongue slipped out and slathered across his chest and stomach.

Barely touching, the tip of her wet muscle traced the entire length of his bound form. It swirled around over his face and saturated his neck and chest.

Dipping down, it swept into his crotch and pressed in underneath his balls. He arched up his back and strained to avoid the sudden attack. The swirling tip formed a small circle, swirling around on top of his captive cock.

“Ahhhhh”, her breath was like a sauna bath. Drowning him in a thick cloud of spearmint scented steam.

Bobby desperately attempted to avoid her monstrous tongue, but it was just too powerful and large.

The giantess waitress, easily captured his tiny erection and slowly began to massage it around in swirling, saliva coated, circles...

The overwhelming sensation took his breath away!

He jerked around, violently twisting and wildly struggling to break free. Her enormous mouth casually devoured his captive cock, as the tip of her relentless, powerful tongue, effortlessly diddled it all around like a plastic drinking straw in the mouth of playful little girl.

“Awwwwww, yeah”, she purred out hungrily.

“I Like This!”, she resounded. “Mm, I feel like a goddess.”.


Bobby strained to fight it, but he was easily driven to near madness. Again, and again, she continued to administer her slathering ministrations. Relentlessly taking him into her mouth and humming...

The tremendous vibration of her voice, sent powerful coursing sensations surging throughout his entire body.

His miniature erection surged with pleasure. He caught his breath in quick gasping shock, as her enormous tongue purposely avoided his straining cock.

She playfully teased his bound little form by slathering every square inch of his nakedness.

Poking the tip deeply into his butt, she slipped her powerful tongue into the tight space between his ass-cheeks and worked it around.


“Ahhhh!”, Bobby screamed out in frustration.


His chest heaving as he gasped for breath; pleading for the giantess to allow him some relief, he squirmed around futilely under her torment. Lavishing his defenceless little male body, she delighted in his defeated begging.

His solid little stem, throbbing hopelessly under her relentless tongue. She was enjoying this so much, that she began to rub herself with two fingers. Soaking her cotton pantie crotch, she stood bending over the small end table, enjoying the fact that she,... was totally in control of this little man, he was completely helpless to do anything about it.
Her nose floated directly above his face. He turned his head to the side as the rounded tip slightly brushed against his jaw.

Her breathing increased sending heavier gusts of sweltering steam lofting down across his restrained body, tickling his neck and swirling around his defenceless body. He felt his balls being squashed under the tip of her forceful tongue. She slipped it up between his thighs and screwed his clamping ass cheeks...

“Um, Um, Um,mmmm, Yum!”, her feminine voice resounded as she pretended to devour him alive.

Licking his balls, and slathering his bound legs, she playfully saturated his entire body.

His cock straining for release, twitching and jerking around, he struggled wildly to get free of her monstrously huge, sticky, hot, mouth.

Her giggling laughter filled his head, as she amused herself with his useless struggling. She lifted her mouth away and smiled down at him like she was about to eat him alive...

“God this is, fucking great!”, she spouted out, sending bursting gusts of her hot breath right down into his frightened face.

Still frantically rubbing herself, she slightly squatted and separated her thighs apart. Her hand pumped faster and faster between her legs...

Her eyes closed and she released a strong blast of heated breath...

“Oh, Ah, Ah, Ah, ahhhhhh!”, she brought herself off with a sudden gasp of pleasure!

Bobby stared up at her in frustration. His throbbing erection twitching just under her huge lips, she smiled wide and lowered her mouth down closer. Her lips just barely touched it, and she smacked them together with a quick kissing pop.

Suddenly lifting her face up and away, she smiled down at her new toy and waved good bye with her pinky finger.

“See ya later little guy”, she teasingly whispered. “That was great!”.

The powerful acridity of soured saliva burnt his eyes. His mouth was so dry that he could only barely feel his tongue. He had been left alone there on this flat wooden surface, bound and naked, for what seemed like endless hours...


His skin covered in her dried spit; he could feel the thick, clear, filmy crust, peeling away from his shivering nakedness.


His stomach churned. The freezing, cold air, chilled him to the bone; the scent of her enormous mouth overtook his brain. The image of her monstrous face lingered within his scattered mind.


The sight of her mouth was so horrifying, the way that her huge tongue moved across his body, left little to imagine what it would actually feel like to be swallowed alive!


His mind was slipping into a vast depression, a lingering hopelessness that seemed to overwhelm him.


Just then, he was startled out of his nightmare, awoken to the sound of keys jingling around.


The dim light from the next room, emitting just enough, that it shone inward around him, casting long, ghostly shadows, giving him more than enough light to see the giantess entering the room.


He lifted his head up, turning to see her towering figure. A middle aged woman stepped into the adjoining room.


The tall, skinny figure, wore a long coat over her dress. Her pointy-toed, spike-heeled pumps, clacked across the floor like a nazi-queen. She hastily dumped her purse, along with several paper bags, down onto a small counter top next to the sink.


Swiftly removing her long coat, she draped it over the back of a kitchen chair and flopped her butt down onto a barstool. Her frosted brown hair was shapely and full; kinda like a 'Modern Day Madonna look', crossing her long lean legs, she opened her purse and hastily removed a slim brown cigarette.


The snap of a butane lighter cracked, and she sucked on the filtered tip like a puffer fish sucking up a plateful of caviare.


Tilting her head back, she exhaled a thick plume of white smoke. Swiftly, and unexpectedly, the sudden sound of her voice blasted out like an explosion!




'MALLORY!', the shrill outburst of her incredible voice shattered the airwaves.




"Mallory, get in here and help me put away these groceries!", she roared!


Her short black skirt encircled around her mid-thigh, allowing the designer nylon stockings to enhance her incredibly sexy legs, the web-like design appeared within the nylon, creating detailed images of small black flowers; almost as if they were drawn right on her skin, her high arched black pumps forced the muscles to swell up and display their powerful strength.


Bob's ears stung with pain, as the magnificent women's voice wailed out like a high pitched fog horn. He frantically strained in his bindings, trying to free himself before this monstrous female had a chance to discover him.


Just then, Mallory-( the waitress) came into the kitchen. She stumbled as she walked, simultaneously trying to slip her feet into a pair of fuzzy house slippers, she hopped on one foot, awkwardly hurrying into the room.


Apparently, she had been asleep; her loose pajama bottoms drooped down below her petite, little behind, and her mussed up hair swept around her head like wild black flames.


"Yeah, yeah, yeah,...I'm coming, stop yelling!", the younger girl spluttered out.


"Hurry up!", the elder woman commanded her.  "My feet are killing me, and I'm really sick and tired of buying all the food around here too!", she snapped.


"I've been working double shifts, and you're 'barely' getting four, full days pay", the woman continued.  "The electric bill is overdue, and the rent is due tomorrow!", she berated the younger girl.


Mallory hussled to put away the bags of food. She quickly stuffed the bread into the fridge and placed a couple packages of frozen meat into the bottom drawer of the crisper. She closed the door on the fridge and turned to face her demanding roommate.


"I've been working on something, Jill", she whispered.  " And, that little problem with the bills... might not, be such a problem anymore", she secretly told her. "I think that, I might have found 'someone' to help us with that".


"What are you talking about?", Jill snarled from the side of her mouth.


Drawing hard on her cigarette, the older woman took one last drag, and then quickly snuffed out the butt into the bottom of a dirty coffee cup.


She slipped off her high heel's, and let them drop to the floor. Lifting up her left foot, she placed it upon her right knee, grabbing it with both hands, she started rubbing and massaging the stocking covered sole.


"Someone... to 'Help Us', what do you mean?"


Mallory stepped over to the counter, hastily removing some dirty dishes, allowing some extra room, she hastily dropped the dishes into the sink and quickly sat down next to Jill .


"Jill, let me ask you something", Mallory swept her wild hair out of her face and raised her voice slightly, a glint of confidence in her sparkling eyes, she leaned closer and smiled.


"How would you like to have a little man?", she curiously asked.


"what do mean, little...".


"Like,...", she held up her fingers showing her a rough estimation.


Holding her hands slightly separated, she revealed a space between them about six inches apart.


"...just about this size", she whispered.


Jill scrunched up her nose and squinted; crows-feet and age lines appeared around her eyes as she studied the younger girls excited face.


"What, like, a little "doll" or something?", she incredulously responded, pulling up her other foot onto her lap.


"No", Mallory answered. Standing up, she reached up and swept her hair back behind her head and pulled it into a fluffy bobble.


Binding her ponytail with a scrunchy that she had been wearing on her wrist, she quickly adjusted her long hair and squatted back down onto the stool.


"I Mean,...like a 'real live' little, miniature guy!", she blurted out !


Jill coughed a couple times, and cleared her throat, she reached for another cigarette as she chuckled softly under her breath...


"Are you SERIOUS?", she laughed.


The long, slender fingers, of her mature hands worked expertly as she removed another smoke and slowly placed it between her lips...


Striking the lighter, she lit the cigarette and took a hard draw from the narrow tip.


Mallory stood back up and motioned for her roommate to follow her. Jill was reluctant to get up from the stool, her stocking covered feet still crossed on her lap, she reached down with one hand and started to stroke her foot again,  "You must be joking... Look, I'm not in the mood for this shit, alright!", Jill refused her.


"I'm NOT joking, Jill. Just come-eer and see for yourself", she insisted.


"Bring him in here!", she sarcastically told her.


"Alright, I will!", the younger girl told the unsuspecting woman.




***




Jill Benson, was the thirty-five year old Bar manager, and the head bartender, at the 'Smokehouse Bar & Grill'. She worked nearly every night, and on the weekends, she worked until closing time, three thirty in the A.M.


Mallory and herself, had been rooming together since before Jill's divorce about two years ago. The two of them together could just barely pay the monthly rent; four hundred dollars, for the small two bedroom apartment.


Jill made three times what Mallory made, but Mallory had a way of bringing in some extra cash. She would sell stuff on the internet that she found at garage sales and different places.


She would also, sucker older guys into buying her jewelry, and shoes, and then she would sell them on her web site,- 'Mal's deals'.


She sometimes made an extra, few hundred dollars, but most of the time she didn't make anything at all...


Jill felt sorry for the younger girl, since her parents had kicked her out, so she took her under her wing, so to speak. However, she herself also needed the extra help making ends meet.


Jill had been divorced three times. She had raised two daughters, Beth whom was now seventeen, and Danica, who had just turned twenty two.


Both of her daughters, lived directly under her in the apartment downstairs. Their father paid their rent and all of their expenses, as long as they stayed in school and kept their grades up.


Jill knew that her child support would soon be coming to an end, and she had been worrying about how she was going to support herself, when the time finally came.




***




Bobby screamed when he saw her suddenly appear above him.




Mallory was smiling like an emotionless reptile when she swiftly, and hastily, removed the sticky tape from around his wrists and ankles.


A quick jerk, and she ripped the tape loose with one swift snap!


"Ah, No, Please Nooooo!"




"Oh, shut up....that was nothing, ya big baby!", the gigantic waitress snarled down into his frightened face.


The wide band of sticky duct tape, had removed nearly all the hair from his forearms, and half of it from his lower calves and ankles.


Mallory roughly scooped up her tiny prize inside her fingers, squeezing his naked little body tightly, she lifted him up to her face.


"Come on, little guy... let me introduce you to my friend!", she faked her enthusiasm.


Bobby gasped for a single breath, as the spiteful, girl giantess, firmly compressed her fingers around him and carried him back into the kitchen.


He was suddenly swept around and turned upside down, crushed tightly inside the girls fist, as she whipped her hand around behind her back, holding him just above her huge rear-end, she kept him out of sight until she was ready to show him to Jill.


Mallory giggled, as she stepped back over to her stool. She lifted one leg up, and smoothly slid a single butt-cheek onto the seat. Her hand loosened around his body, as she slowly moved it down toward the stools surface.


Bobby was awkwardly released onto the seat, right next to the girls giant sized rear-end. He turned around and sat up, the room smelled of sour meat and moldy food stuff. He quickly caught his breath and started to get to his feet.


Suddenly, Mallory slipped off of the seat and stepped away; leaving tiny Bobby standing there alone on the wooden bar stool....


He blearily looked up to see the two, huge, giantesses peering down at him. Mallory was blushing like the cat that swallowed the Canary, and Jill, looked on completely dumbfounded at the sight before her.


Mallory finally spoke.  "See, I told you!"


Jill slowly placed her stocking clad feet down onto the floor. She appeared to be holding her breath, leaning forward she locked her bloodshot eyes directly onto the tiniest, little, naked man, that she had ever seen!


"Mallory?", she faintly whispered, her jaw dropped open, she slowly leaned over closer to him.


Bobby stepped back to the very edge of the seat. He looked down and covered his exposed crotch, his bare feet smoothly planted on the warm wooden seat, he could actually feel the lingering heat from Mallory's body, after she had been sitting there just moments ago.


Jill's confused expression terrified him; she seemed to be 'sizing him up' for a late night snack.


Her dry lips, slightly separated; a thin, faded coating, of dark cherry lipstick had been smeared across them, although, most of it had nearly worn away; some of the lipstick had melted, draining into the fine wrinkles around her mouth.


Her high cheek bones, were overly accentuated with some type of concealer that had absorbed her perspiration; the effect of her make-up work, only drew attention to her physical signs of middle age, and- her futile attempt to try and cover it up...


Her fake eyelashes, had several thick globs of gunk stuck between them. Whenever she blinked, the eyeshadow on her upper lids flashed a light green color that offset the bright color of her 'turquoise-like' iris.


Her hot, stale breath, smelled of tobacco smoke and sour mash whiskey. She dropped to her knees, moving over closer to the wooden platform, the stool that held Bobby trapped high up above the floor.


His internal alarm was screaming inside his head. He trembled with horror as he took in the sight of this gigantic woman. His intuition told him to run, but there was nowhere to go!


Bobby could feel the soundwaves of her feminine, yet tremendous voice- "Mm, what a sweet, little thing.... I'll bet you're wondering how you got so lucky, Huh?".


Bobby winced away, as he saw her huge hand coming slowly toward him. He dropped to his knees and curled up into a ball. His fear overwhelmed him, he broke down and started hysterically crying!


The sudden shock of her touch, as she gently pressed a single fingertip upon his bare skin, sent a chilly, frost-like spasum of cold deeply into his core.


Uncontrollably shaking; his heart ached as he felt the long slender fingertips encircling his miniature form.


The irresistible strength of the huge female hand constricted around him, taking him up and lifting him away from the seat of the stool.


His entire body smoothly entrapped inside her possessive grasp; he could do nothing to defend himself while she casually picked him up from the stool and held him up before her glittering eye's...


Her thumb pressed down across his chest, nearly covering it completely, her sharp thumbnail gently slid in under his chin and just barely touched his throat.


His bare skinned back side, lying completely naked across her cupped palm, cradled within her hand like a shivering mouse, he looked up into her wide set, dominant eyes...


A possessive sparkle, glittered within them as she slowly moved him up closer.


Bobby could sense her deepening, sexual excitement. The way her eye's rapidly shifted and refocused upon him, he felt as though she was just about to devour him alive!


"Oh My.... I can feel his little heart, it's so... tiny!", she whispered.


Licking her lips, her tongue dragged across the dry skin and skittered along the pasty lipstick like a rubber glove sliding over a hot iron skillet.


Mallory leaned in and peered down at their miniature prisoner.  "You can make him do whatever you want", she softly suggested to her amazed roommate.


"Make him rub your feet, or maybe have him paint your toenails?", Mallory pointed her fingertip down at him.


"Where did he come from?", Jill asked her.

"I found him at the restaurant, he was about to be kidnapped by Rosanne Sole. She had him locked away inside her suitcase and when I opened it up, he started screaming for help".


Jill turned her face toward Mallory, intently listening.


"At first, he scared the shit out of me!", she giggled.


"But, I knew that Rosanne wouldn't be back to her room for at least an hour or so, so- I went back and checked it out...".


Mallory poked her fingertip directly into Bobby's bare belly.


"Well, our little buddy here had managed to escape from the suitcase. But, I saw him trying to hide under the bed...", she laughed, and made goo-goo eyes at him.


"He was so scared of me, that I told him to come out and he walked right out!"


Mallory dominantly smiled down at him, and winked...


"And, here he IS!", she excitedly said. "All Mine, to do with, however I please!"


Jill brushed her fingertip over his lower belly, (in the same spot where Mallory had poked him) she gently caressed his flaccid penis with the edge of her thumb. She smiled at his reaction to her gentle touch.


Bobby knew that these two women would use him however they wanted, and he knew that he was in deep trouble now!


Jill's dominant smile filled his view as she raised him up closely to her mouth. Her hot breath swirled around his feet as she inspected his miniature cock.


Her sharp fingernail slipped between his thighs, as she slid it up the inside length of his legs. The coolness of her huge finger caused his skin to tingle all over. She softly chuckled as she pressed the nail up between his ass-cheeks.


Bobby squirmed around inside her grasp as she easily held him trapped inside her hand, playfully toying with his miniature male form.


"Oh, Look Mail, he's getting all turned on!", Jill pointed out Bobby's stiffening cock.


"I Think he like's ME!", Jill teasingly whispered to her roommate.


Flicking her fingernail in a twitching motion, she carefully diddled his miniature erection like a tiny rubber ball. Slapping it back and forth, and side to side, she delighted in the simple pleasure of completely possessing this miniature little male.


Bobby couldn't get away, she easily contained his resistance, and instantly quelled any attempt of escape. His waist began to get warmer as her huge constricting hand started to warm up as well.


She gripped, and regripped her controlling fingers. Re-adjusting, and manipulating his helpless body, she used her other hand to capture his arms and hold them still.


Her huge, powerful fingers, overtook him and soon had his vulnerable erection twitching and jerking around right under her nose...


She pinched it up between thumb and finger, slightly twisting it_ while pulling and tugging at it, she quickly had him fully aroused and humping the open air.




"Oh, this is just so ...Cool!", Jill delighted in the fact that she was holding a fully grown man inside her single palm!


"look at that!", she snickered with possessive satisfaction, pointing out her handy work, as she shifted her hand back and forth, causing her tiny captives hard cock to wobble around in front of Mallory's sleepy eyes.


Mallory smiled lovingly at her excited lady friend. She puckered her lips and made kissing sounds just above Bobby's, bobbling hard-on.


"Yeah, I think he doe's. The way he's looking at you, I think that he wants to get inside of your pantie's", Mallory affectionately smiled at Jill.


"Oh, You really think so?", Jill acted innocent, and playfully continued to teasingly torture their new plaything.


Flicking his solid cock with just the tip of her fingernail, Jill relentlessly diddled it with just the right amount of pressure to make it wobble around like a little rubber stem.


Bobby strained to try and think of something else. Trying as hard as he could, to soften his cock and take away their fascination with it, but her tantalising touch was too consuming, his resistance was effortlessly dissolved with just a single flip of her huge finger.


"Let's see if he knows how to massage our feet!", Mallory suddenly proclaimed!


Bobby felt Jill's fingers tighten up as she stood up and started walking toward the bedroom.