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Jill and Mallory have a tiny little man and they decide that they could rent him out and make some extra cash...

....will Bobby survive?

 

 

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Bobby had finally passed out. Floating quietly, inside of a huge, dimly lit bathroom sink; his unconscious naked body was lying back inside a small plastic soap dish, his arms and legs hanging limp over the side; it had been hours since he was left there all alone.

His feet dangling over the side, soaking in the cool, soapy water, for the remainder of the night. Wrinkled and pruny from the extended soaking, he felt the skin on his feet tightening up.

He slowly started to awaken. He had no idea how long he had been there. Although, he did remember what had happened to him before that. Nearly suffocated by the giantess Jill, she had used his naked body as a pleasure toy, carelessly abusing him like a meaningless object, a living sextoy.

Not fully realizing where he was, he suddenly awoke with a start, jerking his head up, he quickly glanced around to see how the giantess Jill had imprisoned him this time.

Being alone, and on his own, he instantly started thinking about how to escape!

Sitting up fast, he frantically looked up at the dim light above him, a small nightlight that barely illuminated one side of the huge countertop that surrounded the swimming pool-sized, bathroom sink.

The water had been warm and soothing, hours ago... but, now, it was freezing cold!

He pulled his feet out of the water and quickly placed them inside of the boat; a plastic soap-dish, that the gigantic woman had placed him inside of, after filling the sink and swiftly giving him a quick scrub-down, she simply left him there, so that he couldn't escape.

The plastic boat shifted and rocked around when he suddenly moved, he grabbed hold of the sides to steady it, and held perfectly still for a moment; he eventually realized where he was, so he settled down and tried to relax.

Looking out across the surface of the surrounding sink water, shivering from the chilly air, he noticed a greasy oil-slick had formed across the entire surface of the water. A mixture of his sweat, and hers, along with an excess of her womanly juices. He must have passed out from sheer exhaustion, just after Jill's huge pair of hands had finished hastily washing him.


***


Another long hour passed, before he heard the approaching sound of a heavy pair of stocking clad, giant feet, coming down the hallway heading straight for the bathroom.

His tiny boat wobbled as he spun around to look up. The light flicked on, as the sight of her towering figure entered through the doorway, it was the waitress; Mallory's puffy eyes and mussed up hair, appeared above him as she stepped under the light, eclipsing it with her overshadowing form.

Pulling her robe tightly around her upper body, she stood above the sink, peering down inside with sleepy eyes.

"Morning sweetie", she whispered. Standing with her arms wrapped around her, she shivered slightly as she inspected her miniature prisoner.

"Are you cold?", she leaned down closer, giving him an innocent look of concern.

Bobby was freezing. He was shaking uncontrollably, shivering and shaking, he looked up at the giant girl in desperation.

"Aw, you poor thing!", she said.

Reaching down, she carefully grabbed the sides of the soap dish and lifted it, along with the tiny passenger inside, she slowly removed it out of the stagnant sink water.

Bobby held tightly to the plastic edge, as his soap dish boat floated up out of the sink and drifted over next to a huge crumpled towel.

Mallory carefully set the dish down next to the hand towel. Her swift movements flashed around above him as she then drained the sink and turned on the water to wash her face.

Carrying on about her business, she seemed to ignore the fact that a tiny, little, naked man, was right there on the sink counter next to her. She casually grabbed a bar of soap and started lathering it up between her hands.

Bobby awkwardly climbed out of the 'boat-sized' soap dish, quickly crawling over to the huge cotton towel, his shivering body slipped into the inviting warmth of it's misshapen folds. He tucked himself underneath them and huddled into the comfort of it's protection.

He watched the giant girl wash her face and brush her teeth. She rinsed out her mouth and spit, then turned toward the toilet. Untying the belt of her robe, she pulled it open in the front and hiked-up the back, pulling down her panties, she then casually sat down on the seat.

She released a deep breath and lowered her head. A shiver caused her to shimmy her shoulders, followed directly by the sound of gushing urine pouring down into the deep pool of toilet water.

Bobby suddenly realized that he needed to relieve himself too. His bladder was full, and he wouldn't be able to hold it much longer.

He wasn't as 'unconcerned' about her presence, as she was of his, and he hesitated to just walk over to the sink and let it go...

The heavy hand-towel, that he had crawled into was super thick and he knew that it would easily absorb the entire contents of his straining bladder.

Bobby scooted down a little bit deeper until he found a curved, tunnel-like, hole within the towel. He relaxed and let it go.

Glancing over at Mallory, he realized that she was still sitting there, obviously not finished yet, her elbows on her knees she hung her head and focused on her business.

This was the worst part of all...

These giant women would have never even thought about doing something like that in front of him when he was normal sized, and now... it was like, they didn't even consider him a real person anymore.

Bobby finished draining his water, and moved away from the wet spot he had just created. His body still chilling, he kept the towel wrapped around him and moved over a few feet.

Mallory casually wiped herself and pulled up her underwear. She Flipped the flusher, and closed the lid on the toilet. Standing up again, she wrapped up in the robe and tied the belt back around her waist.

She washed her hands again, and started to reach for the towel. Her hand stopped above Bobby's head, she saw him and quickly glanced away looking for another hand towel.

She found one next to the tub, and dried off her hands with it, then she threw it over the hanger behind the shower curtain.

"Come on Little guy, Let's get some breakfast", she whispered above him.

She bent down, and gathered him up inside of the towel, standing up, she casually carried him along as if he were nothing more than a little pet, or a small baby animal.

Cooler wind swirled through his hair, as the giantess Mallory carried him along through the huge hallway. Cradling him above her left breast, she snuggled his tiny form against her neck, easily holding him within her single hand.

Being so early in the morning, the apartment was still very dark inside, and Bobby couldn't see much of anything as blurry images flew past him in the shadowy darkness. The enormous hallway, spread out like a endless, cavernous, corridor.

Mallory took quick, thrusting steps, exiting the bathroom, she excitedly walked down the hall. The resounding sound of thudding, giant heels, hammered the floor as she headed for the kitchen.

'BOOM-Boom' 'BOOM-Boom' 'BOOM-Boom' 'BOOM-Boom'

Sweeping into the kitchen, she flipped on a light and the instant snap of brightness seemed to explode before him; illuminating the gigantic space instantaneously...he had to tightly close his eyes from the sudden blinding flash.

He was quickly dropped onto a solid surface, released to roll loosely within the unfolding hand towel. After his eyes adjusted, he found that he was lying on a wide open, wooden plateau.

It was the dark stained surface of an enormous table top. Nothing around him, he slowly crawled out of the towel and stood up to look around.

Thirty feet high, above the floor, he walked slowly to the edge and looked down.

Higher up, another countertop stood between them, he could see past it into the small kitchen. The giant girl had grabbed a quart of milk and some eggs from the fridge, she stepped directly over to the center countertop.

She poured some powdered mix into a mixing bowl, added the milk and eggs, she used a wooden spoon to blend it all together.

Bobby watched her stirring up the batter. Her hands worked furiously, quickly forming a good blend, she tapped the spoon on the side of the glass bowl and turned to take it over to the stovetop.

After she poured some oil onto the griddle, she stepped away to get a drinking glass from one of the cupboards. She opened the fridge again and removed some orange juice and poured a tall glass full.

She waited for the griddle to heat up, and sipped at her glass of juice.

Bobby huddled down onto the hand towel, he sat down into the soft cotton and crossed his legs as he watched her. She seemed preoccupied with something; she looked in his direction, but never really focused on anything...

She was casually sipping her juice, waiting for the grill to heat up. Her heavy cotton robe, cinched up so tightly around her wide set hips, when she stepped back over to the grill, Bob couldn't help himself from enjoying the sight of her gorgeous body.

The back of her robe, curtained around her butt and swayed around as she shifted her hips.

He noticed the heavy wool socks she wore. A pair of white, knee high socks, with a wide pink band around the top, they were nearly black on the bottoms, where her feet had ground in the floor grime from wearing them around the apartment all of the time.

She poured some of the batter onto the grill, steam rose up around it as a hissing sound emanated from the hot surface. She placed the bowl down and grabbed a spatula.

Stepping back and forth, she tentatively danced with a springy side step, impatiently waiting for just the right time to flip the first pancake. Her hips dipped and swayed, as her feet twisted and turned. She seemed to be urging the batter to hurry along and cook faster.

Her playful little dance was kinda cute; Bobby watched her, a slight smile began to form on his face, she reminded him of his wife, Carly. The way that she moved, was very similar to the way that his wife did, when she was busying herself in the kitchen...


***


Four days had gone past...each morning had started off the sameway.

Mallory would find him, usually trapped somewhere inside of the bathroom, wherever Jill had decided to leave him.

Jill would come home about three o'clock in the morning, she would pour herself a drink, make Mallory tell her where he was, (which was usually in bed with her) then, she would get undressed and take Bobby into her bedroom, for the rest of the night.

Afterward, at least two hours later, she would be finished with him; she would carry him into the bathroom, wash him off, then leave him on a high shelf, or inside of the soapdish, floating in the partially filled sink, trapped somewhere,... where she knew that he couldn't get away.

Jill would then return to her bedroom and sleep until late in the afternoon.

Mallory would take over in the mornings.

She had him all to herself, during the day, her own little man that she could play with, and do what she wanted with. She had set up a very pertinent little cage. It was completely open so that she could see him inside of it.

Cedar wood chips lined the bottom and a glass water bottle hung from the bars, a metal tube connected to the bottle continually offered a droplet of drinking water.

Mallory would usually leave for work about two o'clock in the evening, forced to leave him there alone until she returned four or five hours later, she would lock him inside the metal cage and drop a blanket overtop of it.

She didn't have to work today though, and as she fixed a stack of blueberry pancakes and fried some sausage, she danced delightfully over to the table and smiled down at her tiny captive.

"Are you hungry?", she asked him. Lowering her face down before him; a huge set of curious eyes filled his view.

Bobby had tried to reason with the giant girl, he begged her to take him back to Diane's house, but she wouldn't listen to him, she would just act as if she didn't hear him and quickly try to distract him with some type of 'new game' that she had just came up with...

He looked up at her with a blank expression, he wasn't going to humor her... she had all the power in this situation, but that didn't mean that he had to like it.

"What's wrong... cat got your tongue?", she acted concerned, as she tilted her head to the side and smiled with content.

"Aw, don't worry little guy, you'll get used to this!", she tried to act as if everything was alright.

She carried a huge plate of pancakes over and sat them in the center of the table. A tall glass of orange juice and some sausage patties came next. Then she pulled out a chair and sat down in front of it.

Bobby was hungry, but he wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of letting her know it...

She placed a napkin down next to the plate, using her fork she cut off a tiny chunk of sausage and rubbed it around in the puddle of maple syrup that had overflowed and pooled up around the stack of pancakes.

She casually popped it into her mouth and slowly chewed, "M'm that's delicious, ya wanna a bite?".

Bobby looked away, he sat naked before the giant plate of steaming hot pancakes and tried to think about something else, anything else... but, the smell was starting to get to him.

The sound of a metal fork scratching against the ceramic plate, skittering across the hard surface, it caused an ear-shattering squelching sound, clicking and grinding into the plate, as her powerful fingers, casually and quickly used it to desecrate the steaming meal.

Her lips smacked as she devoured the food, bite after bite, she purposely expressed how good it tasted, as she taunted her tiny guest with the temptation of her food.

"You sure you don't want any.... I don't think that I can eat all of this, I guess that I'll just have to throw it out".

Bobby reluctantly turned toward her huge plate, he felt extremely humiliated; it was as though he was about to, give up everything- 'to her', and it felt like he was selling his soul in exchange for such a meager amount of sustenance.

Mallory's face blushed with amusement; she enjoyed the sight of this tiny person. So small, he stood before her completely helpless, naked and ashamed, further belittled by her supreme superiority in size; to him, she was this powerful woman, so big, and strong...

She loved the way he cowered down before her, and she could make him do most anything she wanted...and she knew it too.

Slightly raising her voice, she casually spoke down to her tiny playmate...

"You can have some, if you want,... just tell me how pretty I am, and you can eat!", she offered him.

He stayed sitting and looked up at her blushing face. She was extremely enjoying the fact that she had all this power over someone like him. She slowly licked her lips, removing some left over smattering of maple syrup that had dribbled down and tried to escape her cavernous mouth.

Bobbys expression said it all; he was really pissed off, but he held his anger in check and tried to think of someway to get this young girl to fully realize what she was actually doing.

"You are very beautiful, Mallory", he yelled out to her.

"But, I can't understand how someone like you could be so selfish and mean", he said, as he slowly got to his feet and started walking toward the huge plate of half-eaten pancakes.

The girl giant quickly leaned back, slightly drawing her eyes down she frowned like a spoiled little brat. Suddenly catching her breath, as if shocked by his blatant remark, she wrinkled her nose in defense to his straightforward statement.

"I'...I'm NOT, MEAN!", she sounded truly offended. Her sudden blasting voice raised higher, it vibrated the entire surface of the tabletop!

"Yes, you are!", Bobby yelled back at her. "You kidnapped me, and now you're holding me as your prisoner!"

Her fist slammed down next to the plate, causing it to bounce up off of the table!

'WHAM!' The sudden shock-wave coursed through the wooden surface and Bob could feel the jolt in the bottoms of his bare feet.

"I found you, and saved YOU, from being kidnapped, and, I was thinking of returning you to that 'Diane-woman' that you mentioned... but, you don't seem to be very greatful for everything that I've done for you!", she snarled down into his frightened face.

"You OWE ME, Little-man!", she growled at him, lowering her face down closer, "I think it's time that you started respecting me like you're suppose to".

"I'm going to put you to work", she lowered her voice, taking on an acrimonious presence, her huge face, suddenly became a terrific force of snarling vengefulness.

"You're going to have a job, little guy. Jill and I, are going to be your supervisors,
understand?", she moved her mouth so close, he could feel her hot breath wafting into his face.

"We're going to rent you out, like a little 'gigolo', how's that sound, H'm?", she just softly whispered, absorbing his frightened reaction, savoring it, she giggled with delight.

Bobby couldn't believe it! They were going to do what?


He stood his ground. Defiantly, he stepped closer to her huge smiling lips. The smell of maple syrup rose up from the messy plate that sat underneath her chin, and reflected her monstrous image within the sticky pool of dark brown liquid.

He yelled up at her as loud as he could, "You Can't Do That!"

She suddenly started laughing, leaning all the way back in her chair she threw her head back, and erupted like a volcano of bubbling, mirth-filled, cackling...

"Oh, Yes we can, little man, and you're going to make us a frickin' fortune too!"



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Flipping on her computer, the tall blonde sat down at her desk and waited for the screen to light up. She had been so preoccupied with spying on her son-in-laws captors, that she hadn't caught up with her social connections lately.

Diane carefully logged on, she would first check her e-mail. She flipped through the advertisements, deleting most of them, until... she was curiously drawn to one, that had somehow caught her eye...

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*-----Rent-a-Mini-Man----- A real live miniature man. Click-on, MallsDeals.com, for more details-----*
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She pointed the cursor at the Ad. and the pop-up revealed the owners address.- 'Mall's Deals.com.. Curiously, she clicked on it, and up popped a picture of her tiny son-in-law.

He was standing there, almost naked on a kitchen chair next to a huge pair of dark blue stilettos. The heels stood as tall as his head, he stood there looking up at her blankly, with only a tiny piece of tissue paper wrapped around him like a diaper.


Underneath the picture, in large bold letters, the caption read:


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'Starting at just $500.oo you can rent this little stud. He loves to be held and cuddled with, he listens to you, and- he will do anything you want him to...
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Diane gasped, as she realized what was happening to Bobby, that poor little man!

She immediately clicked-on {BUY NOW} and 'punched-in' her credit card number. She waited for a response, and nervously started biting her fingernails...

She had no idea how long the Ad. had been posted, but she knew that she just had to be the first one to see it,... she hoped so, God, she hoped so!

If anyone else saw it, hopefully they would think that the picture had been 'photo-shopped', and the whole Ad. was just some sort of prank that was being passed around the internet as a stupid joke...

She patiently waited for some type of response from the web-site, 'Mall's Deals'. She had agreed to pay the five-hundred dollars, and clicked on the 'buy-now' button, giving her credit card information and her contact Email address.

Diane knew that 'Mall', was that waitress at the restaurant. She also knew that the girl might recognize her, so she instantly thought that she would have to have someone else pose as her, and they would have to be one of her daughters.

Would now be the time to tell Carly about all of this? Maybe she should just call Jennifer and have her do it...'Diane thought'.

'CLICK'~ she was suddenly distracted as someone entered the front door...

Diane turned away from her computer and looked toward her door. The front door in the living room slowly opened-up and Diane turned to see her youngest daughter step into the entryway.

"Hey Mom, what's ya doin'?", Trisha brightly spoke across the large room. "Anything to eat?"



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Bobby had been trying to escape, the very moment that he had arrived inside these two trantical women's apartment house.

However, they were very obsessed with making sure that their little 'money-maker' , never got the slightest chance to get away from them.

If he wasn't with one of them, he was locked up inside a cage, or left inside the half filled bathroom sink floating inside the soap dish, or placed up so high on a shelf that he had no possible way to get down to the floor.

He realized, that if he was ever going to get away from them, it would have to be when Mallory was at work and Jill was sleeping, or, when they were both away from the apartment at the same time.


The evening rolled around slowly, it would soon be time for Jill to wake up and get out of bed. The thought of it made him sick. The gigantic bitch was becoming more and more infatuated with abusing him. In the short time that he had been there, she had started taking Bobby into the shower with her, as soon as she awakened in the evening!

She looked pretty rough when she stepped out into the living room. Her face looked , strange, like it was swollen up. Her face appeared so much differently without any make-up...

Her baggy eyes and pale complexion gave her the appearance of someone much older than she actually was...

The cigarettes, and alcohol had taking a toll of her looks; although her shapely figure still looked great, up close, Jill could have easily starred in that movie, 'Night of the Living Dead' and she wouldn't have even need a mask!

Bobby cringed, and ducked away as her large hand reached into his cage. She chuckled, her deep raspy voice rumbled between the bars. Her spidery fingers, pausing to playfully taunt her tiny male captive.

Quietly giggling and smiling wider, she easily captured him in the corner of the cage and slowly tightened her grasping fingers around his naked little body.

"Come on little one, it's bathtime with momma, and momma's feeling pretty dirty today".

Her sour, morning breath, scorched his eyes as she held him up so tightly within her chilly fingers, teasingly squeezing his fragile naked body, she laughed in his face as he strained under the compressing force of her gigantic fingers.
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