“Ok guys, while I still want to play more, I am satisfied with Steve’s “taking one for the team”, Hannah loved saying that, it had been Steve’s favorite expression when he fucked someone over.  “The next challenge I am calling the corporate ladder, I am going to sit down in the chair, and the race will be whoever can reach my panties first.  As usual the winner will be richly rewarded and the loser will be my toy for the night, but I will not physical harm any who participate and will release you both in the morning as usual.”

Hannah got her Kindle from her bag and a towel from the bathroom, she put the towel on the seat cushion of one of the wingback chairs, then sat down, and began reading her from her Kindle; after almost 20 minutes of reading she saw movement out of the corner of her eye, two tinies cautiously moving towards her heels.  Eventually they were so close to the chair that she felt more than saw them climb her heels.  She wasn’t sure which ones it was, but she could feel them moving up her legs, using her fishnet like a climbing net on an obstacle course. 

Once the two tiny guys reached the midway point to her knees, Hannah would occasionally stop reading and watch them, she was a bit surprised to see Vic, as well as Tom, but then again she knew that hunger and the hope of survival tended to drive people beyond their standard or normal procedures.  It had driven Vic, who she had not seen since she released the guys into the wild of her apartment, to brave a contest.  It had also caused Tom to climb past the heel that had crushed his good friend Steve.

A shiver of excitement ran through Hannah as she felt the tiny inch tall men climbing her legs, her exciting trembling causing Tom to almost lose his grip and plummet to his death.

Hannah watched the climber’s on her legs while she thought of her fun.  She knew they were both committed and were climbing as fast as their tiny bodies would allow them, but at their size and rate it was like a lover teasing while he caressed her legs.  Slowly, Hannah squeezed her thighs together; she felt her pussy throbbing with desire.

The tiny men climbing her lower legs just made the sensations build, her body quivering with anticipation with the fun she would have.

Hannah watched as both Tom and Vic crested her knee at about the same time, Vic was first, but Tom was not far behind.  Seeing that he might lose, Tom threw himself at Vic, the two tiny men rolling around as they struggled in the valley of her pressed together thighs.

Hannah watched for a few minutes and then tiring of it, grabbed up her two little bad boys, separating them, and then setting them on the tops of her heels to start again.  As she felt them start to climb her fishnets again, a sense of happiness and satisfaction washed over her.

Hannah was enjoying the sensations their tiny warm little bodies made as they pressed against her fishnets and skin, the scent of her arousal filled the air around her and the towel underneath her made little wet sounds with every little move she made.

Finally a little guy pulled himself up past the ledge of her knee, clinging to the fishnets like his little life depended on it.  She was surprised to see it was Vic, his little body heaving and staggering with fatigue and the exertion of racing across her leg.

Vic was less than six inched across her legs when Tom crested Hannah’s knee cap.  Hannah watched as Vic moved one or two more inches and then his foot got tangled in her fishnet stockings, tripping, he fell.  Hannah giggled at the thought of one of the little fishermen caught in her “fishnet”.  Tom surged forward passing Vic’s body as it lay sprawled against Hannah’s thigh.

Hannah watched the race with rapt attention.  Vic crawling as he tried to get up, and Tom running as fast as possible, with a diving finish into the wet purple material of Hannah’s thong.  Tom’s little groan as he hit the hot solid wetness of the thong was drowned out by Hannah’s loud moan, feeling his little hands pushing on her thong to her hot wet sex.

Clapping her hands, Hannah yelled, “Well done, Tommy, looks like you are the winner!”

Hannah reached down, grabbing up little Vic, who realizing he had lost, was trying to scurry away.  She popped the little man in her mouth.  Hannah moved the tiny man around, her tongue flicking the little loser around her mouth.  She could feel his little arms, legs, hands, and feet moving around almost like he was trying to swim in there. 

Hannah used her tongue to push the tiny naked guy around in her mouth; it seemed to her that beyond his musky sweaty taste she could also taste his fear.  She used her tongue to push him around against her teeth, under her tongue, to the roof of her mouth, and even to the outside pushing him in her check like a gumball, sucking and slurping on him.  She was never sure, but she always thought she could taste a bit of sperm, she pretty much imagined that no matter what, all guys, no matter their size, would cum when given the chance inside a woman’s mouth.  She knew she had a talented tongue; her and her best friend in High School had practiced, even tying cherry stems.

Hannah cupped her hand over Tom, her palm pressing the little tiny nude man against her soaked thong, her palm pressing enough to hold him there, but still allowing him movement against her.  She sat there enjoying the experience of playing with both little men.  Quickly, she could feel her juices soaking the shrunken naked man through her thong, making him as wet as the one in her mouth.

Hannah got up, with a tiny guy pressed against her thong and one in her mouth, and walked over to the sink.  Carefully, she tilted her palm away from her thong, looking down to make sure the tiny little man, who had once been in charge of her company’s new business, was there and not stuck against her thong.  Hannah lowered the hand with Tom into the sink next to the plate, for an evil second she thought about the powerful garbage disposal just inches away, but set Tom on the plate.

With a bit of slurring, because of the tiny man in her mouth Hannah said, “Enjoy, Tom.  See you in the morning.”

Hannah then strutted over to the bedroom and lay down on her bed, bring her heeled feet up, she pulled the thong off and then tossed it towards the hamper.  Spreading her legs wide, she set her heels flat on the bed.  The entire time she was doing this, Hannah kept pushing tiny Vic against the back of her throat, her gag muscles closing in on him, as if she would swallow.  She could feel his tiny fingers trying to clutch and stop his movement.

Hannah spit Vic out into her palm, and then rubbed his warm wet little body against her hard nipples and breasts.  With a practiced easy, using her arms she brought her big breasts together and let Vic go at the same time.  Vic’s tiny body fell into her cleavage just as her boobs came together.  She then moved her hands to her breasts, squeezing her breasts together rolling the tiny man between them; at the same time she was pinching and twisting her nipples, incredibly her nipples seemed to get hard and more excited.  Hannah could hear the little man making painful cries for help and begging sounds which just made it more exciting to her.

Almost gently, Hannah softly said, “Vic, you were right, all I do need is something hard in my mouth and between my tits.”  Hannah continued moving her breasts against each other trapping and rolling the tiny man again and again between her giantess-sized boobs.  She knew the all guys at work were looking at them; hell once they had grown to this size it seemed like ALL guys did, she had just gotten used to it growing up…but these guys had made comments about them in front of like she wasn’t there, including Vic.

Hannah imagined having to peel a little flattened Vic off one of her boobs leaving a little outline of a tiny man there, she started to giggle a bit as she pulled her nipples and rubbed her big boobs together harder, mashing him in the soft firm flesh.
 
Hannah finally stopped and pulled her tits apart enough so that Vic started to tumble down to her belly.  She reached to her nightstand, opened the top drawer enough to pull out a vibrating wand; a small purple egg attached at the rounded end to an thin angled foot long stick (kind of like a thick Reach tooth brush) with a button at the end of it.  Her movement caused enough of a Hannah-quake to stop the shrunken Vic from escaping.

Hannah loved the feel of the sex wand, that vibrating egg felt fantastic, the angle and “wand” part allowed her to guide it were she wanted it, plus the length really allowed her to push the tiny guys.  She set the sex wand at her side.

Hannah pinched Vic’s little wet body between her thumb and finger.  She spread her legs wide and put the tiny man between her legs to her pussy lips.  She moved him up and down along her lips, soaking the shrunken man in her wetness.  Hannah then moved him up against her enlarged and exposed clit, Vic’s tiny shrunken body rubbing against her nub, causing jolts of passion to surge through her body.  Hannah growled with hunger.

Pinching and tugging her wet nipples with her other fingers, Hannah pushed the little inch-sized man onto her pussy lips again, exerting just a bit more pressure, her pussy opened up and he went in.  Using the two fingers which held him as guides, she plunged the tiny man inside her wetness.  Pushing him in, his frantic struggling inside her hot wet pussy felt fantastic to Hannah; causing her to have small penetration orgasm, her pussy flooding with desire.  Hannah felt him wiggling as she kept pushing him with her fingertips keeping him inside, his panicked movements making her growl with desire.  She could feel his hot tiny body’s movements, he was helpless to stop her, but they did add to Hannah’s pleasure.  His tiny struggles did nothing, but make Hannah crave more.

Hannah’s was making mewling sounds as the tiny man and her fingers caused her to thrust her hips, her pussy was sopping wet, making sloppy wet sounds that drowned out any screams that may have been coming from tiny living sex-toy.  She felt the little man held by her two fingers shake and tremble, Hannah pushed him in then pulled out her fingers, replacing them with the head of the sex wand.  Her wetness allowed the device to be pushed in against the shrunken Vic.

Hannah pushed the wand in deeper allowing her thumb to reach her clit; soon she was rubbing her clitty vigorously as she felt the tiny man struggling for freedom against the wand’s head inside her soaking wet pussy.  Jolts of pleasure shot through her body like an electrical storm, she heard herself making sounds like a wild animal, focusing only on her pussy and the tiny man inside her sex who fought for his life.  Hannah was so close to cumming, her second big orgasm was building as she kept teasing her clit, and the tiny man moved and struggled helplessly against her pussy and the head of the sex wand she kept pumping inside her wetness.  Hannah would push the shrunken man deeper into her pussy using the wand, let him struggle almost to the opening, and then repeat the process; sending him farther back to struggle forward again.  She was so close, right on the edge.  Hannah’s whole body was tingling and hot, she pushed the tiny man deep holding him there with the sex wand, then she hit the vibrate button on the wand’s handle.

Hannah’s orgasm hit her hard.

Hannah’s orgasm was like a powerful implosion, her body shook and spasmed, her legs and arms jerking uncontrollably, it seemed to last longer than she had ever remembered, sexual tremors rolling over her again and again.  Her thighs clamped together holding the wand as her pussy convulsed and tried to milk the tiny man and sex wand.  She could feel her pussy leaking into her clamped thighs and down her ass.  Finally spent, she opened her legs, spreading them wide, and her hand, returning to the wand handle, turned off the vibrator.  Hannah lazily slipped the sex wand out of her pussy leaving the shrunken man stuck deep inside.
Hannah felt the tiny-sized Vic pull himself out of her soaked pussy, his little body sliding out.  She was sensitive after an orgasm, but his tiny exhausted movements actually felt good, like the gentlest of caresses.  Once he was out, Hannah lifted him up, and popped him back in her mouth, gently rolling him around inside her mouth, using her tongue to explore his body.  She moved a bit laying down a bit more flat on the bed, as she sucked on the tiny man in her mouth.   She loved tasting herself, but she knew he was tired, because he was just letting her do all the work.  With an internal laugh, Hannah thought that was typical from these guys.

Eventually Hannah could only taste him, so she spit him out again, she put him on her breast, her fingers resting on top of him petting and stroking him and her nipple.

Hannah lay there in the afterglow of her orgasm enjoying thoughts of the rest of the night’s fun.  She would spend the night rubbing and inserting the “runner-up” into her pussy, she couldn’t remember if Vic had ever said anything about her ass, but either way she was sure she would let him get close, up, and personally acquainted with it.  Hannah’s pussy getting wet again as she thought of the nasty fun she would have with her tiny man.

Hannah figured when she was ready for sleep tonight, she would give Vic, “the runner-up” a shrunken brush and bucket of soapy water, so he could scrub her high heels clean of any signs of Steve.  In the morning, she would feed the “runner-up” a little bit even for him, while she made her coffee, and afterwards she would release both Vic and Tom.  Her own “catch and release” program, so she could play more later on.

Leaning against her pillows stoking the tiny shrunken man on her breast, Hannah looked around her place; she loved the look and feel of her castle.  While only having lived here a year, she felt like she had never been anywhere else.  With a sigh, she whispered, “Home, Sweet Minimalist Home.”

Hannah’s eyes traveled to their yacht sitting on her bookshelf.  She smiled as she thought it wasn’t so impressive now.  Her gazed lingered a few minutes more on it, then traveled to the other items on the shelves, coming to rest on a picture of her best friend Mindy and her in their majorette uniforms, with the school’s Mascot, Fred, dressed in his tiger costume.
Hannah knew she needed to call Mindy this week to make sure she was doing well.  She missed her best friend.  Her eyes than moved to a small bus, on a similar stand as the yacht, the bus looked a bit dusty and the banner attached to the side looked a bit ripped, it read “Go Tiger’s Football Team!!!!”.

While a loud moan of mixed satisfaction and desire, Hannah felt a little set of hands touch her fingertip.  She thought how wonderful and like their good old days it would be if Mindy had the time to visit.