“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”

- Oscar Wilde

It all began so very much like a regular day, a relaxing weekend morning. It was the kind where I could sleep in bed without a care in the world. I didn’t worry about the future and I couldn’t be bothered to think about the past, everything was just fine right then and now.

I simply love those kinds of mornings but the more I rested there in my bed the greater discomfort I felt from the fabric. Whenever I stretched one of my limbs or rolled over for comfort it felt like the bed sheets were made of burlap or some other very coarse material. It was too irritating to tolerate any more, so I unenthusiastically decided to get up out of bed.

As I lifted the sheets they seemed stiffer than I might expect of a normal fabric. Furthermore they were not the usual colour for my bed. I sat up looking over this bed that was clearly not mine. As my half asleep brain started functioning further the more odd things I started to notice. I was nude. Now that was odd, I’m not usually one to sleep in the buff. This room I was in, it’s not the bedroom I’m familiar with. There were very few things actually in the room, just this bed I was sleeping in, a beige bureau with no mirror, a wooden cabinet, and myself.

I stood up and walked away from the bed. This left me with an odd feeling in my head, I felt lightheaded, as if I had significantly low blood pressure or if I had been drinking the night before. What did happen to me last night? Had I been drinking too much? That would also not have been the kind of thing I would do. Besides a hangover doesn’t feel quite like this, I think.

I was glad it was so quiet in this room, no loud noises or birds chirping to disrupt my sleep or give me further discomfort in my head. The room had two windows with an abundance of light shining through but for some reason both were frosted over. I walked closer, touching the surface of the glass, it wasn’t cold. The windows were not covered in actual frost but they were made of some kind of plastic that let light through but made it very difficult to see objects on the other side. Besides this translucent quality they were also fixed in place, I couldn’t open these windows.

Despite this the room remained decently lit. As I turned away from the windows I thought I heard some sound, a thud not too great a distance away. Perhaps there were construction vehicles at work in the front yard of this house I must be in. That is I think this is a house. Looking around this room I began to doubt this was part of a normal house or apartment. The walls were painted blue but rather thickly and unprofessionally. It didn’t look like an even varnish to me. It was rather thick and lumpy in some parts of the walls.

What concerned me more was the one door of this room. As I walked closer to it I discovered it was just a picture of a door designed into the wall. Curiously putting my hand onto what should have been the doorknob it and every other part of this door. It felt as if it could have been paper. Backing away from this picture of a door I became very concerned.

I said aloud “If that’s not a real door then how did I get in here?” Then glancing around the room once more I ask “more importantly how do I get out?” My heartbeat was increasing at this point, panic slowly setting in. “If I can’t use this door then there is no way for me to get out” I said to myself. I felt tremendous concern and after a moment or two I was pacing around the room, my thought process hindered with fear. “I’m trapped here and I don’t even know where here is. “ I thought out loud. “But how did I get here?”

I looked around again. The bed was back against one wall in front of me, bureau behind me against the other wall, windows to the right, fake door and wooden cabinet to the left. I was truly trapped. Another loud thud sounded from the other side of those windows. I walked over to them to try and get a better look at who ever was making such a ruckus this early in the morning. I couldn’t see though those inconvenient windows but I was certain it must be morning. After all I had just woken up, and I went to sleep at...

My mind drew a blank, when did I go to sleep and where. “It is morning because my watch says...” looking at my wrist I remembered I had no watch on, or clothing for that matter. I walked over to the bureau hoping to find clothing inside but not only would it not open but it felt strange to the touch. It was plastic; all of it was a solid piece of plastic. This discovery made no improvement to my mood and my heartbeat rose back up a bit.

I sat on the bed trying to think. Why would someone put that in a house? How did I get in this room? This is just too strange, but I can get out of here, just have to think. Come on man think, think...

And then a more frightening question came to mind. What is my name?

A wave of coldness enveloped me as I thought those words. “What is my name?” I asked aloud. I thought further and various names echoed in my head. Phil, Will, Bill. These names I have been called them before but none of them truly stand out, none of them stick to me. I thought some more but still they did not feel as if they were part of me. Bob, Joe, John, Jack, Mac, Moe, Dan, Dad, Daddy.

“Daddy” I said out loud. “Did someone actually call me ‘Daddy’? Does this mean I am someone’s father?” I thought about the possibility of me having a family. Something came to me, a memory of being with someone. A wife and children, but their names, faces, and voices are unclear to me.

Another loud thud came from outside. It was getting annoying but I still tried to concentrate on this mystery. “Who am I?” I asked myself out loud. More thinking unlocked what I wanted to see. I had memories of fun times, meeting new neighbors, playing with the kids, birthday parties, and even tender moments with my wife. But despite all that the details were irritatingly limited, I couldn’t remember the actual people I was with or how I got here. Frustration was settling in.

Looking over at the cabinet I could see that although it was wood the surfaces of it appeared grainy and uneven. It looked like it wasn’t complete, as if some careless person constructed it. More sounds came from outside, this time with shuffling of some kind. Then it hit me. “That’s it isn’t it. This is the works of some prankster with access to construction tools” I said this to myself in an effort to give me some hope and clarity. At least it would explain this room I’m in.

I stood and talked with new confidence and irritation. “Some jerk has taken advantage of me while drinking. I must have been led here after a night out on the town. This must be some construction site and as a prank these jokers built a room around me. I was too drunk and passed out to hear them setting up this very faulty room. It was never designed to be a real home in the first place.”

Another loud thud came from outside and being filled to the brim with self-assurance I gave a shout to those people out there. “Will you keep it down out there!? Seriously do you think it’s funny that you put me in here!?” The sounds continued to penetrate the walls and windows. My anger was rising. “I’ve had enough of this now; I want to come out now!” My shouting did nothing to stop the sounds but it did infuriate me.

I started to think they couldn’t hear me with all the noise outside. So I considered breaking open the windows. It would be too dangerous to try it with my bare hands, but I didn’t think I would be doing any actual vandalism. After all this room was just a joke someone set up with me as the victim. I’m not really the person who wasted these building materials. In my heightened anger I grabbed the bureau and lifted it up over my head. It must have been hollow or something since there would be no way I could do this with a normal bureau. I threw the bureau length wise toward the window, but it didn’t break. It just made a loud thud. My frustration could go no farther I charged at the wall and pounded at the walls shouting “Let me out you bastards!”

Then suddenly the noise outside came to a stop. A feeling of relief washed over me, calming my rage to a declining exhale. It was then that the thought occurred to me that the people who put be in this room might not be the same people at work in the construction site. Perhaps the pranksters had just used their tools and materials in the night and left me. That would mean these people outside are the regular employees. If that was the case I thought I shouldn’t have called them bastards since I held no contempt for them specifically. I would regret offending them and be very appreciative to them for rescuing me.

Suddenly the whole room began to shake. I shouted in a panic “What on earth is this!?” A shadow briefly eclipsed the light coming through the windows, whatever it was it must have been big. Could it be they were very angry with me? And now, now they are using a bulldozer to crush me in this room? No! No one could ever be that angry, could they? I was about to call out for help, to tell them I’m in side this room, but before the words could leave my mouth, it happened.

The wall with the windows began to shake, shake and move. I was overwhelmed with fear at the thought that I was actually going to be crushed to death in this room. But then the wall itself moved away, as if it were all one solid piece designed to slide on an axel attached to the house. This was exactly the case. The wall turned on a pivot some distance to the left and vanished out of site in the now overwhelming light from outside. I felt my eyes strained by this intense light, it became apparent that I was not waking at morning but rather was in a dark room where my eyes had previously adjusted to the dim light. I would have raised my arms to block out this strong light, but then I saw her.

There as a silhouette in the light she was there, a female who would bring me into a terrifying new world that I could never escape. As my eyes adjusted to the light I could make out her face. A giant smiling face with eyes that would not stop looking at me. This was the face of a little girl overwhelmed with joy at the sight of this new thing she had found. She was only a child but from my perspective she was a giantess whose smile gave me no comfort.

She began to giggle. “Hello little man” she said in a voice that sounded loud even though she must have been trying to keep quiet. “Good to see you’re awake; we’re going to have lots of fun.”

Of all the nightmares I remember having none of them could have produced the amount of terror I had at that moment. There she was, a giantess of such immense size that she probably could crush me to death with just one step. Ironically she appeared as if she was only a child in terms of age, but the way she gazed at me filled me with dread. 

Her face had a fair complexion with few visible freckles and beauty marks. A face with a smile stemming from tremendous joy, but this was a joy only she would have. Her eyes were a light shade of blue, and they would follow me, never blinking, never turning. Her hair was light brown, bordering on dark blonde. She more a mostly white dress, but this detail I hardly took notice of. 

My fear was overwhelming at this point, so much so that I couldn’t even scream. I couldn’t stop staring into her enormous eyes, the terror had me frozen. If that bureau still had a mirror attached I would have noticed my face turned ghostly pale from fright. Then she uttered these words that released me from this paralysis. “Let’s play.” 

She raised her arm and the shadow from her hand surrounded me. I knew I must do something, but even if I could think clearly my options were tremendously limited. I leapt for the other side of the bed, the one opposite from her. I crouched down, and her hand followed. “Come on out little man.” She proceeded to giggle some more. Her arm now reaching into the room shifted towards me. Her hand would have closed down onto me but I slunk under the bed just before she could grab me. Then while cowering under the bed, the bed rose into the air. She had grabbed it and was taking it out of the room. 

I lay there on the floor of this room that had once seemed like the only inconvenience in my life. I rose to my knees and begged. “No! Please don’t hurt me.” She only gave that haunting childish giggle. Then she spoke “I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to play.” These words were not reassuring at all. 

“No! No! I don’t want to play!” I shouted back to her but she only continued to reach for me. As the shadow of her giant hand enveloped me I raised my arms in an attempt at defending myself. This amounted to nothing as her enormous fingers encircled me. Then these giant fingers closed in on me as she now had a good grip on my tiny body. The pressure I felt when grasped within this colossal hand was indescribable. I was on the verge of having my insides squeezed out like a tube of toothpaste. I could only yell out in pain. “Stop! That’s too tight!” I struggled to shout. 

She raised me closer to her face. “Huh? What was that little guy?” she said oblivious to the pain she was causing me. “Please, you’re going to kill me if you squeeze this much!” I struggled to say. “Oops” She said not grasping the seriousness of what she had done. Her grip decreased and her hands came together and opened forming a bowl shape for me to rest in. I caught my breath having nearly died just seconds ago from her grip. 

I took time to collect myself while breathing heavily. I looked up at her, those unblinking eyes fixated upon me. It didn’t feel good to have her stare at me. As soon as I could speak again I responded “So ‘oops’ is all you have to say for yourself?” I was very irritated with her treatment of me. She spoke nearly apologetically “sorry, I didn’t think dollies could be soft.” 

She looked over to her right for just an instant. “Mine are all hard” she said. That word rang in my mind. “Dollies? I’m not a doll” I snapped back at her. She was not at all upset by what I said. “But you are a doll, see” she said as she lowered her hands down towards her right side. There I was placed next to a large plastic box. From this box she pulled out a plastic doll, Barbie if I’m not mistaken, while I was left on the ground. This carpeted ground that felt very rough at my size. She presented the doll in front of me. “Look you’re the same size” she said. As I stood up I confirmed that the doll and I were very close to the same size, thus making me about 6 inches tall. As I came to this discovery I realized another, she didn’t think of me as a real person at all. I was just another toy to her. A doll she wanted to play with, to keep. 

I then took the time to look around the room. This must have been her bedroom with what appeared to be a giant bed that looked like a skyscraper about a block away. The walls were all painted pink with a number of unicorns and fairy posters scattered on them, and I wanted to roll my eyes at just how stereotypical this was for a little girl’s room. I looked back at the dollhouse I had been sleeping in and snatched from. The walls of this room were painted just as the walls of that doll house but since this was the same size of paint it looked smoother when applied to a big room rather than on the walls of a dollhouse. 

The girl was still rummaging through the big plastic box near me. She would glance back at me every few seconds and I knew she must suspect I would run away. However I thought that would be pointless for now. She then stopped and said in a disappointed tone “looks like I don’t have any clothes for boy dolls”. She gave a sigh. “Guess I’ll have to use girl clothes” she said and caused me immediate discomfort. I did not want to wear female dolls clothes. 

She pulled out a slim blue dress from the box. “I’m not wearing that” I said firmly. She looked over me and responded cheerfully “but you have to wear something when I’m playing with you.” These words upset me. “No! You’re not going to play with me because I’m not a toy!” I shouted back at her. She then reached for me with her left hand while holding the dress in the other. “So are you really a boy doll?” she said not even acknowledging what I said. “Because if you’re a girl doll it would look better on you” she said while holding me firmly in one hand. 

“Let go of me!” I demanded as she held me closer to her face. “You look like a boy” she said with the same disregard as before. She dropped the dress momentarily to inspect me with her other hand. She prodded and handled me like a toy in her grip. She rolled me around in her hands. Then she came to the part between my legs. I was still nude while this happened so it was really awkward for me. I had only just then remembered my nudity while she examined me in her hands. She asked “Hey what’s that?” I was not about to tell her and quickly covered my member with both hands. “What are you hiding down there anyway?” she asked and made me feel embarrassed as she gripped my arms with her strong giant fingers. She began to pull them away to either side despite trying to hold them in place and shouting at her to stop. She forced my arms back with the fingers of her hand I lay on and spread my legs with her other hand. I was helpless laying on her left hand while her right poked me for her curiosity. “Oh you have a little weenie” she said before erupting into more giggling. She poked my genitals with her right hand. “Yep, you’re a boy” she said while smiling. “But you still have to wear the dress” she said unsympathetically. 

I felt awful being objectified like that. “I’m not a toy, don’t do that!” I protested, but she wouldn’t listen. She reached back to the blue dress and put me close to it. She then fitted me into the dress all while I squirmed and shouted “No! No! Stop it!” This was no use she slid me into the dress and I realized just how coarse it felt on my skin. This was clearly never intended to be worn by a living person. This felt more humiliating than anything I can remember. She put me back in the bedroom of the dollhouse and then took one of the dolls from the box and placed it next to me. “See you’ll be best friends” she said pleasantly as my anger grew with every passing second. I looked over at the doll. She had a stiff plastic body rather than soft skin, her hair was blond but clearly not real hair, and she had that permanent smile that almost mocked my plight. 

The giant little girl continued to play house with these two dolls she held, one of which was me. I hated every moment of it. I continued to state “I’m not a doll” until it reached a level of repetition that made the words almost meaningless to me, but they were meaningless for her from the very start. I then thought I must prove my humanity to her somehow. I must show her something no doll could do. Then I thought if walking and talking wasn’t enough for her then nothing would be. 

She continued to play with me holding my body at the hips with her fingers to one side and her thumb on the other. She did the same for the doll, moving it about when she meant for it to talk. She spoke for it in this game she played. “So Cynthia what have you been doing today” the little girl spoke pretending these words came from the doll. “I’m not a doll and my name isn’t Cynthia, I think.” I responded. She shook my body back and forth while I remained in her grip. “Oh not much just planning on baking a cake” said the little girl. She was putting words into my mouth and making me act like some kind of stereotypical woman. She didn’t even care that I could talk on my own. If I didn’t say what she wanted she would just speak it for me. “Come on let’s go to the kitchen and bake it together” she said before the doll and I were pulled from the bedroom and taken to another room in the dollhouse. We were placed in the kitchen. It was just as unconvincing as the bedroom; there were paper patterns pasted to the walls to look like cupboards, the plastic floor was painted to look like a tiled surface, and the sink wasn’t even painted to hide the fact that it was just plastic. 

“Go get the ingredients Cynthia” said the girl pretending the doll was speaking to me. While in her giant hand she placed me next to the toy refrigerator, it was all one solid piece of painted plastic. Seeing that nothing I said would stop this I gave up and decided to just go along with this game for now. I looked at the toy refrigerator, “I can’t get anything out of here, because I can’t open this.” She let go of me for a second and reached for a plastic toy cake, just the right size for dolls. I gave a sigh of disappointment, “are we really doing this?” 

“Here’s the cake, want some Barbie?” she said once again speaking as if I was supposed to say that. “Why yes that would be lovely.” She put the doll and I next to the kitchen table and for a few minutes I pretended to eat upon encouragement from the girl. 

“Well now, why don’t we go upstairs and try out those new dresses we bought.” She said not actually expecting a response. The doll and I were snatched from the table in what felt like an instant. She grabbed the two of us and put in that same bedroom where I started. She proceeded to strip the doll down in from of me, her nude plastic toy body having nothing for me to take interest in. “You too Cynthia” she said. My frustration had risen again knowing this would just keep on going until she got bored, but even then I wouldn’t be set free. She reached her giant hand over to me. “No I can’t stand this anymore, I want out of here!” My shouting didn’t slow her hand. I dodged away from it and actually evaded her that time, but then as she retracted her hand back I was knocked forward out of the dollhouse. I had been on the second floor and falling from this height was enough to hurt. I knew just how much it hurt because I landed face first onto the floor. 

As I lifted my head I felt tremendous pain on my face but then I saw it. Red marked the ground, it was my blood stained into the carpet; I was bleeding. It hurt but I quickly realized this was the proof I needed. I rubbed my hand on my blood stained face, then raising my open blood stained hand to her and shouted “look blood, you see I’m a real human being!” 

“EEEEW! That’s so gross” she responded. This was not the reaction I was hoping for. She grabbed me before I could get to my feet. She stood up and the whole world rushed around me. “So icky, must be a boy’s toy. Now I’ll have to wash you off.” She said in an irritated tone while carrying me away from the dollhouse. She wasn’t concerned of my comfort while she walked; the motion of each stride she took left me dizzy. 

“Stay put” she ordered while she placed me on her bureau. I was left there dazed and sitting on my rump while she walked out of the bedroom. As I held my hands on either side of my head I wished I knew why all this had happened. I collected my thoughts and felt able to stand again. As I looked over the bedroom from this new angle I realized how hopeless this was for me. It was only a child’s bedroom but this was such a huge expanse of ground for me to walk across just to get from one end to the other. 

“But what of me? Who am I?” That question still lingered in my mind. I looked over at the mirror attached to the bureau. “Maybe I can find out” I said hopefully. I staggered over to the base of the mirror, apparently still a little dizzy. I saw my reflection and noticed that I was still in that dress I had been forced into. I threw it off with revulsion. I now saw myself, my reflection, naked. I could finally get a good look at myself. Despite my bleeding face I was quite handsome if I do say so myself. Short well kept brown hair, toned muscles, and a long member. “I think the ladies would really like me, that is if I could ever get back to normal.” I kept thinking about it. Why couldn’t I remember my name and how did I get this way? For over a minute I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I was just a little thing at the bottom of it and I had no idea who I was. Feeling the still painful cut on my face I thought, I’m flesh and blood, I’m no toy and if she thinks she can keep me as one she’s got another thing coming. 

I looked down at my pubic area, no hair was there. For that matter I had no body hair at all, just the hair on my head. Was that normal for me? I didn’t think so. It must have been removed before all this happened. It could have happened at a party that went out of control. Was it part of what ever caused me to get into this mess? I could imagine malicious intent going to some prank on me, someone waxing all the hair off me. But could that be connected? If someone wanted to play a nasty prank on me they would do that but this, I have no idea how anyone could do this to me. I considered this to be a clue and would have thought about it further if not for that girl returning. 

She held a wet white towel cloth. “Let’s clean you off” she said grumpily. I backed away from her as she approached. Before I could run she grabbed me and forcefully rubbed that damp course fabric all over me. She was too rough and too strong. I think she ended up doing more harm than good. I was just a little bit cleaner but my face hurt so much more. 

Then the two of us heard a loud thud coming from the hall on the other side of her bedroom door. It repeated again, and again, and a look of fear covered the little girl’s face. “Oh no, big sis is coming.” She said in a worried tone. That sound, those must have been footsteps I realized. The little girl quickly grabbed me once again and walked back from the bureau. Her grip was as strong as ever and my sides felt like they were being squished from the pressure. I was afraid but so was the little girl, her head turned from side to side quickly as she looked around. “Were can I hide you?” she asked herself. But it was too late. 

“Hey twerp!” a thunderous yell sounded from just behind the door. The little girl turned to face the door and hid me behind her back. In an instant the door was pushed open and stopped with a thud. I heard the giant footsteps coming closer. “This must be her” I said to myself thinking she couldn’t hear me “the little girl’s big sister.” 

“When you use the sink turn off the water when you’re done” She said, her voice getting louder and closer. Despite the powerful voice that came from this female who must look like a giant, I couldn’t help but find it rather soothing sounding. I would have liked to have seen this giant big sister but the little sister was still holding me behind her back, at the same height as her butt. She wants to keep me hidden from her, but maybe she’s nicer than this little girl. This big sister of hers must be more mature and would help me out rather than treating me like a toy. I thought about this and it made perfect sense. The little girl was walking back; I could see the wall of this room getting closer to me. If she kept going she would collide with it, and there I was between the two of them. 

“Why can’t you learn these things idiot?” she scolded her younger sister. The little girl spoke nervously “Oh well I just forgot this one time.” She kept backing up and I was getting closer and closer to being pressed up to the wall. “No you didn’t just forget this time you forget every time you brat.” Her harsh words must have stung the girl a bit because she started backing up even faster. The wall was coming up on me quick. “Why are you staying away from me?” the big sister asked. “What are you hiding back there?” 

The wall came before me so fast and I was squished between the wall and her butt. I was held there, more compressed than when she gripped me in her hand. She was no longer holding me with her hands; I was entirely between her butt and the wall. “Oh nothing” she said clearly lying. “No you’ve got something and you’re keeping it from me” the big sister responded. “Show me” she demanded. I could hear her giant footsteps as she walked closer. I could see her giant hand wrap around the arm of the little girl. Those manicured finger nails, painted red, gripping the arm and even digging the nails into it. She pulled the arm forward and the little girl stepped forward as well. Her hand wasn’t holding me so when the girl moved away from the wall I fell. I could only slow my descent slightly by grabbing for her dress; I lost my grip twice and fell to the ground. Fortunately there was a pillow below to brake my fall. 

She must have grabbed the girl too tight because she let out a shriek. “Open your hand” the big sister demanded. I gathered myself on the giant pillow. “Nothing. What about the other one?” she ordered. From where I could see she held up the wet towel cloth in her other hand. I still couldn’t see the other sister form this angle, only the backside of that giant little girl. I saw another giant manicured hand take the towel cloth from her. Now was my chance, I must find a way for her to see me, she would get me help. I rose from the pillow and dashed between the little girl’s legs. Those feet of hers were enormous; I would have been crushed to death if she decided to step on me. I had to look up, I couldn’t see the big sister from here, that little girl’s dress was too long and the sight of her pink panties made me more than a little embarrassed for trying to look. 

I kept running, now I could see her, but her back was now turned to me. She wore a grey dress, it looked like it could have been a school uniform of some kind. She was tall even from the miniature size I must have been. She towered over me like a skyscraper. Her hair was long and dark, a nearly black shade of brown; so long it covered the upper half of her back. As she walked away every step felt like an earthquake. She only needed to take a few steps with those long and smooth looking legs of hers to get to the other side of the room. She stopped at the door, she held that towel cloth up, and even from down on the floor on the opposite side of the room I could see a red mark on the towel cloth. My blood that stained the cloth clashed with its normally white colour. She must have seen it too because she turned back to her sister to give a curious look. There I could see her face, emerald green eyes and smooth pale skin on an expression of confusion. I thought she was really quite beautiful. She said nothing only looking back to her sister, not noticing any injury. Now was my chance to be noticed by her, I raised my hands and waved them up and down. “You hurt yourself?” she eventually asked. “Uh no I, err yes, but it is better now” she responded. The big sister stood there for a moment and then stepped out of the room. If only she had looked down just a little, but she didn’t and I was left alone in the room with that troublesome little girl. 

The little girl looked down at me; she could clearly see that I was there. She bent down and snatched me in an instant, her tight grip holding me once again. She glanced at the door, then back to me. “That was close little man, big sis always takes my stuff” she whispered to me “she would have taken you away too.” I then realized how hard it was going to be to get out of this nightmare. I knew that giant young woman would be my only hope, the only person I knew who could save me from this little girl. “Let me go, she can help me.” I shouted while the girl’s grip tightened. “No, you’re my toy, I don’t want to share. Mom always made us share things and you’re mine because I found you.” Her words stung, she absolutely wanted to keep me as a toy. I would never be free as long as she was the only person who knew I was shrunk to this size. I must find her, that beautiful young woman she would be mature enough to treat me like a human being. 

She glanced back to the door. “Got to put you somewhere safe, somewhere she won’t look.” She said while glancing around again. She walked over to her bed and sat down. All while she did this I was dizzy from the uneven ride. Every step shook me up and down. Once she sat on the bed she took another look over to the door. It must have still been clear as I could no longer hear big sister’s footsteps in the distance. She opened her hands and dropped me on her lap. “This will have to do for now” she said. “What where” I said looking around from her lap. She looked down at me, and then she picked me up with her left hand. I was held between her thumb and her index finger on either side of me. Her other hand moved down to the bottom of her dress. She lifted her skirt up past her knees. I was confused for just a second and soon realized her plan for me. “No, no you can’t do that! You shouldn’t do that!” I shouted. I wasn’t sure if she heard me, but even if she did she probably wouldn’t listen. She raised her skirt up completely. I could see her pink panties. “No! No, this is wrong, so very wrong!” I continued to shout. She took her right hand and slid her thumb under her panties and stretched them wide open, wide enough that I could see into them. But I had no interest in looking down there. She lowered me down. “Stop! Don’t do this!” I yelled at her. She placed me right inside her panties and let go of the elastic waist with a snap. I was surrounded in pink and pressed up against her very prepubescent vulva. This was so wrong; I couldn’t describe how wrong this was. I was a grown man being forced into this horribly embarrassing position. I was disgusted by it all; I would never want to touch a child like this. This was revolting, and yet she must not have even thought of it like that. That’s a textbook example of childhood innocence; she must have no idea how bad this looks for me. She’s darn lucky I’m not a paedophile otherwise this would have been a bad day for her and a better day for me. 

I couldn’t suffer this indignity any longer. “Let me out!” I shouted while kicking and clawing at the pink fabric of her panties. “Don’t squirm” she said with authority “it’s only for a while”. I felt her stand up and I was further pressed closer by the tightening panties. The light from the other side of the pink fabric diminished, she must have put her dress back on properly. She walked with me still trapped there between her legs. “This is sick, this is wrong!” I shouted while being dizzy from every step she took. The despair of my predicament was sinking in. She wasn’t listening to me, she never would, I’m not even a human being to her. I’m just a toy to her, a thing she can put anywhere, a thing with no feelings, a thing to play with. I’m truly fucked. 

There I was, trapped as a tiny prisoner of this little girl. It had been two days since she found me in the dollhouse. I was kept in her room as a living doll for her amusement. I awoke one day hearing the sound of her approach. I looked up from my prison, a Tupperware with holes poked into the lid, without these I’d have suffocated. She was smart enough to give me that. More light shone into the container, she had moved away the stuffed toys surrounding the Tupperware. These kept the light mostly out of my prison and kept me hidden from sight. She might be an inconsiderate little girl but she can be crafty at times. 

“Dinner time” she said pleasantly. She opened up the lid of the Tupperware and dropped some table-scraps for me to eat. Mostly vegetables that she didn’t want to eat at her dinner. She dropped them into the Tupperware, not actually caring if they spilled into the excrement I made on the other side of this prison. “And here’s a special treat” she said dropping half an Oreo cookie into the prison. “Thanks” I said “thanks for nothing.” 

I asked myself “so now what am I going to do?” I moved the vegetables and the cookie to the cleaner side of the Tupperware. I looked up to the giant girl, she looked back smiling; her smile never means good things for me. 

“Not hungry?” she asked. I wasn’t hungry; I was in no mood for food. However I needed to keep as much food as I was given, meals are dangerously inconsistent for me. I just wanted all of this to end. “OK then, I guess you want to play” she said before reaching her arm in to grab me. I did not want to play but at this point I knew running away from her when she tries to grab me was pointless. 

As her hand surrounded me I was lifted into the air. From here I could see her clothing was quite different than usual. She wore a pink t-shirt and shorts. She took my advice for once. “Look I’ve got new shorts” she said pleasantly. “And they’ve got pockets, now I’ve got somewhere to put you. So I don’t have to put you in my... ” 

“No! Don’t talk about that!” I demanded. “I don’t ever want to think about that ever again!” despite saying that my little voice couldn’t cut her off. 

“Undies” she said still in that pleasant tone. She walked over to a plastic bag in the middle of the room and placed me on the floor. At this point I don’t even care that she keeps me naked, she never leaves the clothing on me and it’s never comfortable at my size. She reached into the plastic bag. “And look what I got for you.” She held up a doll’s tuxedo still in its packaging. “Mommy bought lots of stuff when I went shopping with her. And this too” she said holding a Barbie doll in the other hand. This one appeared to be in a wedding gown. “Time for you to get dressed, and then you’re going to get married” she said playfully. 

She usually does inconsiderate things to me when she plays. I knew what was coming, so I held my arms out for her to grasp my sides and force the clothing onto me. In an instant I was picked up and felt her large fingers rubbing my body, pulling those doll clothes onto me. She finished and set me next to the Barbie doll. Now at this close I could see she had a face more decorated. Her plastic face was coloured to appear to have more makeup than normal for this kind of doll. That didn’t bother me, her permanent smile didn’t bug me either, but that dress she wore. As I looked at it I felt strange, I looked down to my outfit, this tuxedo I’m in, that dress she wore. This all feels familiar. Have I been here before? Have I been married before? 

The memories came back to me slowly as the little girl gave her impression of a wedding ceremony. “Do you Barbie take this man as your husba... husbi... hus... um... man-wife?” She nodded the head of the Barbie doll and said for her “yes.” She gripped my sides with one hand, and pressed her index finger at the back of my head. “And do you Jeff take this woman as your wife?” she asked, and yet at the same time I thought those exact words as she spoke. Was this a real memory or was my mind playing a trick on me? 

“Jeff?” I asked myself. Is that my name? Somehow it stuck, this was what I remembered. I was married, and my name it must be Jeff, but how did all this happen, and how did I get shrunk? But despite my mind racing over this new discovery I still responded to the little girl’s question. “No” I said hoping it would change things, it didn’t. 

She simply pressed at the back of my head and made me nod. “Yes” she said for me. “Then I now pronounce you two wife and man-wife, now kiss.” She gripped the doll and I in either hand and pressed us together. I was squished up to the doll’s plastic body; her firm uncompressing plastic was uncomfortable to be forced up against. Her big plastic breasts were hard round objects that pressed up to my chest and didn’t feel soft and enjoyable as real flesh would be. My face was pressed against the doll’s face. She had that design to fake the appearance of makeup and her fixed smile always felt like she was enjoying my suffering. Her long blonde hair surrounded and my head and her clothing felt no less coarse than mine. 

“Time for the honey moon in the new car” said the little girl while stuffing the doll and I into a doll’s convertible. I adjusted myself into the driver’s seat, not that I could actually control where the car goes. She pushed the back of it the doll and I were forced back into our seats from the sudden momentum. 

Despite all the rush one thought remained in my mind, and I said it out loud to myself. “I remember getting married.” I have a real wife, I’m a real man. I can’t stand to live like this. I must escape and find her, my true wife, the woman who truly loves me. “That’s it; I’m finding a way out of here now!” I said to myself determined to succeed. But how can I escape? 

As the car was pushed closer to the door my opportunity became apparent. I saw the girl’s dollhouse and I formulated a plan to escape. I shouted up to the giant girl “You forgot the reception!” She stopped moving the car. 

“What’s a recept, recepto...” she struggled to pronounce. 

“A reception is the party after a wedding! That’s where the friends of the married couple get together and congratulate them!” I shouted up to her, all while hoping this would work. Her smile implied she liked that idea. She reached for the dollhouse and pushed it over to the car, and then she grabbed her big box of dolls. She dumped the contents of the box gleefully and took the doll and I from the car. 

“OK Jeff you and Barbie are going to throw a party with your friends” she said in her usual unsympathetic cheer. “Barbie all your friends are here, there’s Megan, and Sara, and Courtney, and Jessica, and Cindy, and Sophia...” she continued to ramble on about the dolls and each name she had given for them. Fortunately I remembered she didn’t have any male dolls to introduce me to, so I was ignored for the moment. Being a little too gossipy will prove to be your downfall little girl, or at least it’ll cost you my freedom. 

I was lucky enough to have the dollhouse be in front of the door to her bedroom. She wasn’t paying attention to me and I quietly snuck around to the other side of the dollhouse. I heard her still gabbing on for the dolls, her enthusiasm for playing with dolls was getting the better of her. I was now on the side of the dollhouse facing the door, while she was on the other side of the dollhouse. That’s it I’m running! 

I ran as fast as I could; only looking back for just an instant. She was still distracted by her dolls. Perfect. I saw the slight opening between the door and the door frame. That’s my exit! I rushed over to it and quickly ran to the other side of the frame. I was out of her room. Did she notice? I didn’t hear anything from inside her room. If I poked my head back in there she would certainly see me. I’m not letting that happen. 

I looked around this hallway I was in, moderately furnished, a comfy home. I realized I should still keep some distance from her room. I briskly walked down the hallway. I couldn’t really tell which way was the exit to this house, but if I just found someone older than that little monster I’d be safe. 

Then I heard a familiar sound. Thud, thud! Someone big was walking around here. It must be that big sister I saw a few days ago. But where is she. Then I saw a door open from the other end of the hallway. As the door opened it revealed the white tiles of a bathroom, and emerging from it was the older sister. She was rather stunning, her long nearly-black brown hair spread over her back, shoulders, and chest. Even though her hair appeared to be naturally straight she clearly hadn’t been brushing it. She wore a grey tank top and what looked like black panties. Her figure was clear to see from this angle; C-cup breasts, moderate hip width, and long smooth-looking legs. She was brushing her teeth, unaware of me as she opened the door. 

Now Things are looking up for me, I just need to get her attention. I waved my arms from where I stood at the end of the hallway. This would surely get her attention. Then those beautiful emerald eyes of hers locked onto me. She stood there staring at me shocked; probably unable to believe what her own eyes were showing her. Our eyes were locked together; we must have stood there just staring at each other for a minute. Her toothbrush hung in her mouth, motionless; she no longer thought to keep her grip on it. She dropped her toothbrush on the ground in total astonishment. But then something unexpected happened, I swear her big beautiful mouth spelled out the words “I’ve found you.” 

This sent a chill down my spine. Why would she say that under her breath? What does that mean? Does she know about me and how I got shrunk? I couldn’t contemplate this anymore because as she took a step towards me I became overwhelmed with fear. Thud sounded as she took a step closer. I decided to run from her, she didn’t seem quite so trusting anymore. I rushed for another open door; this must be the way out. Thud! She must have taken another step. Thud! She was getting closer but I was running as fast as I could. I was perspiring already and out of breath. Thud! I looked back in a moment of fear. She had only taken four steps and already she was halfway to reaching me. It was as if a skyscraper had been given the ability to walk and it was chasing me. Thud! She took another step closer but I was losing energy trying to keep away from her. Thud! This time she sounded even closer than before. I can’t keep running, she’s going to get me. Thud! Then the shadow of her giantess stature loomed over me. Tears formed in my eyes, I knew I couldn’t outrun her. Thud! As I looked back she was now bending over to grab me with be gigantic arm. Her hand getting closer, closer, so close she could grab me! 

I felt the sharp and powerful grip of her fingers encircling me. They gripped me on either side and suddenly I was plucked from the floor. I screamed but my voice must sound like just a squeak to her, “No! Please don’t hurt me!” But she still held me and the sudden rush of wind silenced me as I was pulled up to her level. She was standing up and holding me tight in her hand, but seeing how far the hard floor was from me then it didn’t feel tight enough. She raised me to her face. Those gigantic green eyes staring at me, mouth open in surprise, and then turned to an expression of pleasure. She smiled as she stared at me helpless in her hand and quivering in fear. 

She then spoke words that made clear her intentions for me; haunting words that sealed my fate. She said “this is going to be fun.” I froze in shock, mouth agape. She turned around and proceeded to her bedroom. I can’t outrun her. It only took her eight steps to catch me while I had to run as fast as I could just to keep a distance, and it still wasn’t enough. She was bigger than the younger sister, faster, smarter, and I can’t escape her. Talk about out of the frying pan and into the fire. Every step she took sounded like thunder in the distance, and from inside her grip felt like an earthquake. We approached the door to her bedroom. As we entered I knew I was going to be treated exactly like I was before, a toy. 

The giant teenage girl gripped me tight in her hand as she walked into her bedroom. That smile on her face, it was so frightening I could barely stand to look at her. Those emerald green eyes staring at me with sadistic glee, I knew I was destined for trouble.

“Good thing I woke up early this morning” she said to herself. Using the hand she wasn’t holding me with she put a finger to her lower lip and thought out loud. “Now what shall I do with you? Play time? Nail polishing? Or maybe you’ll give me a back massage? Oh well there’s time for all those things now that I have you all to myself.” She closed the door to her bedroom and locked it.

I knew there was no way I could outsmart her, she was nearly an adult. She was much stronger and faster than her sister. The only thing I could do was beg.

“Please, please don’t do this to me. I’m a human being, I’m not property” I said in complete defeat.

“Oh no, you’re property alright. You’re all mine and nothing is going to take you from me” she said with menace. She sat at a desk and examined my clothing. “What’s this little outfit you’re in?” She held me with both hands, her thumbs pressing down on my arms, keeping my body spread out for her to look at. “A doll’s tuxedo?” she asked with irritation. “Where’d you get that? Unless...” She looked back to her locked door, her long dark hair trailing over her chest. “That little brat. She gave you this didn’t she?” she growled as she spoke. She turned her head back to me. “Well she’s not getting you anytime soon, you can be sure of that.” Her grip on my arms remained strong.

“Please, let go, you’re crushing me” I said miserably. She released her grip on her right side, and I was rolled over into her left hand. Then her left hand tightened and I was lifted up to her eye level.

“You’re mine, you need to understand that” she stated coldly. “If I want to hold you, I’ll hold you.” She held me close to her enormous face, then let go of me, dropping me into her right hand. I tried to get to my knees on her giant right hand. “If I want to drop you, I’ll drop you.” A smile formed on her face. I was expecting the worst. “And if I want to hurt you, I’ll hurt you.” She proceeded to spank me with her index finger as I remained on my hands and knees. The sharp slap from her finger knocked me forward. “You don’t get to decide things here. That’s my privilege.”

I curled up into a fetal position on her right hand. I knew I was doomed. “I’m not going to do tasks for you” I shouted in one last fit of defiance.

“Really?” she asked. She stood up and her left hand plucked me from her right hand. I was held level to her eye but only held by the back of my tuxedo shirt. As I saw the ground so tremendously far away I would have lost control of my bowels if not for the fact that I hadn’t been fed much. “You might have noticed I’m a bit tall for my age, keep that in mind next time you don’t want to do what I say. But if you still want me to let you go...” I feared she would let me drop to the floor so I surrendered.

“No! Don’t drop me! I’ll do what you want! I’ll be your property!” I shouted in panic.

“Just the way I like it” she said in horrid joy. She closed both hands around me. She lowered me down to level with her breasts, and she sat back at her desk. “Now those clothes will have to come off.” I looked up at her with disgust. “I do things differently than my sister; I like my men nude and obedient.” She poked her manicured fingernail under my tuxedo shirt and pulled. It hurt as she tried to take it off. After ripping it twice she got it off. “Now for the pants” she said.

“Never mind, I’ll do it myself” I said irritated. I reached for my pants. She pressed her index finger on my chest.

“Oh no, I like the simple tactile pleasure of objectifying you” she said enraptured in the moment. “I strip you, and you get stripped.” She still smiled as she tugged at the fabric of my pants. She tore them off with one simple motion. I stood there nude and covered my member with my hands. She must not have liked it because she frowned at this. “No no, you don’t keep things from me. I want a peek.” She took my arms with either hand, each arm pressed between and index finger and a thumb. I tried my best to hide it with my legs but she simply lifted me up in the air. I couldn’t cover myself, I gave up on hiding. My legs were spread for her to see. She smiled at the sight of my member. “A cute little dick for a cute little man.” She snickered. She pushed me over into her left hand. My arms were held on either side but her left hand’s fingers only extended up past my waist. She reached her right hand into her desk. My heart almost stopped when I saw what she pulled out. It was a pair of tweezers!

“What are you doing with those?!” I demanded. She smiled menacingly as usual.

“Oh I just thought it might work out better between us if I got rid of that superfluous little thing between your legs” she said with no remorse. I turned ghostly pail at the thought of that. My heart pounded.

“No you’re not doing that to me!” I shouted.

“You don’t get to decide anything, you just obey” she said authoritatively. “Now then, it’ll be just a little pluck with these and you’ll be rid of that pesky little penis.” She laughed gleefully indifferent to my horror.

“No, no no no!” I panicked. “That’s part of me, you can’t rip it off!” I flailed my legs in fear hoping it might stop her, but I knew it wouldn’t.

“It might make things so much simpler between us. No chance of you getting feelings for me that I don’t approve of. Your sexuality is irrelevant, my sexuality is your business, so that makes it all simple.” She poked my member with the tweezers. The metal felt so cold.

“No! Stop!” I shouted. She moved the tweezers lower to my testicles. She gripped them between the tweezers!

“Or I could simply remove the cause of all this masculine testosterone nonsense and have you neutered. It would be just like popping a pimple. Well two pimples, actually.” She snickered and I thought I’d have a heart attack at that moment.

“No! I’ll obey your every desire” I pleaded. “If you order me to not do something, I’ll obey. If you order me to not have feelings, I’ll do it.” She poked me once more in the member.

“That’s what I like to hear little man” she said joyfully. “You’ll do what I say from now on.” She put the tweezers away and walked over to her bed. At this moment I was still terrified but I had enough sense to look around a little. Her bedroom was reasonably furnished, the walls painted beige. She had at least three bookshelves, a door for a closet, her desk and her bed. The shelves were stacked with books. I guessed she was quite a reader, rather smart, this confirmed my belief that I wouldn’t be able to outsmart her.

She sat on the bed with a thump. She smiled at me; it was different this time, like she was excited for something. She licked her lips with perverse glee. “Time for our date little man” she said leaning back onto the bed. “You’re my little fuck-buddy”. I was speechless after hearing those words, my mouth hung open. “If you’re a real man then you’ll love this” she said placing her finger into her black panties and stretching them wide open. She lowered me inside them.

“Not again” I thought to myself. The black fabric of her panties surrounded me. This time I saw a hairy vulva. Her pubic hair had grown in well but it looked like it must have been trimmed because it ended abruptly on either side. It was so warm to the touch, more so than her hands had felt while she grasped me. Her vulva was an enormous fleshy mass of femininity. The smell was also strong, akin to that of fish. She smiled at me from the other end of her giant body.

“You know what to do” she said with a smile. “Rub me the right way.” Honestly my fear of her still remained, but a new emotion was forming. It was lust. I imagined she must have been under age technically, and she was of a monstrous size, and she wanted me as property. However something about this was alluring. Her giant female body all open and presented to me. I knew she expected me to provide pleasure for her and my feelings weren’t even an afterthought for her, but still. I liked her body, her sexy giant body. I began to rub my now erect member up to her vaginal lips. These might have felt soft and tender for a regular sized woman, but for a giantess, she was thick and leathery. I loved the feeling of rubbing it against her; I massaged my arms up to those lips. I caressed the outer skin of her vulva; the pubic hair got in the way a little. She giggled. “Tickles” she said delightfully. I continued to rub her with my full body. I pushed my arms up against the inner flesh of her vulva. I looked up, and there it was; her clitoris. I knew that was the sensitive part of female genitalia. If only I could reach it. I had to clime the vulva just a little, pressing my chest onto it. Once my hands reached it I gave it a big squeeze. She gasped, she liked it. I rubbed the clitoris some more. This excited her. I loved her sexual moaning I induced for her. Her giant legs stretched out and lifted up, back and forth, each movement was a powerful shifting I felt from in between her legs. It was beginning to get wet down there. Moisture came oozing out of her vagina, so warm, and such a strong smell.

She was loving it, but then her moaning stopped and she pulled the panties off completely. “Enough teasing, start pleasing” she said playfully. That wasn’t enough? I couldn’t help but think that after all the moaning she was doing. She suddenly grabbed me in her right hand. “Time for some spelunking little guy” she said playfully.

“Spelunking?” I asked myself. “But that’s cave exploring, wait, oh no!” but it was too late. She shoved me headfirst into her vagina. The warm female flesh surrounded me. It was so wet, I slid smoothly into her. I was surrounded in darkness immediately, the flesh tightening around me. She pushed me in further; I kept my arms at my sides, her grip on my legs was so strong. For a moment I thought I could hear her heart beat. Then a sudden thrust out backward. She had retracted me out of her just barely. Then suddenly she thrust me back in. Then back out. Then back in. I was being used as a human dildo. I didn’t mind, if not for the fact I would have to hold my breath as best I could. The warm cum in her vagina was lubricating me as I passed in and out. It was starting to get faster. She must love this. I liked it to, but I wished I could breathe a little easier. We were going faster and faster until suddenly she held me in very deep. The vaginal fluid was bursting in from somewhere farther than my head, surrounding me in its hot sticky fluidity. I thought I heard her moan while I was still inside her. She pulled me out.

She came like a real adult, and now I was soaked in it. The feminine slime she made pooling around me as I sat on her bed-sheets. As I wiped the cum from my face I saw her panties slung on one leg. Those two legs towering over me even though they were bent. I heard her moaning with satisfaction in the other direction. I turned around to see her lying on the bed, she must have climaxed hard. I didn’t even ejaculate from that. I guess it really was more scary than sexy for me.

Suddenly her giant hand loomed over me. I was grabbed once again. This time she pulled me up close to her face. “Nice work little man” she said calm from the climax. “We’re going to get along just fine together.” She sat up then leaned over to the side of her bed. I was confused as to what she was doing; it looked like she was reaching for something. She pulled out a shoebox with the hand she wasn’t holding me with. I began to guess what that was for and the sudden realization disappointed me. “Here’s your new home” she said, opening the lid. Inside I could see a large blue dildo. I didn’t want to be placed in there. But I knew she wasn’t going to listen to me. She put me inside then reached over to her desk. I suppose she grabbed a pencil and used it to poke holes in the lid of the shoebox because when she recovered the shoebox light from holes in the lid where the only illumination. I felt her place the shoebox back under her bed, with me still inside it. And there we were, her big blue dildo and I, two sex toys, both her property.