Jerry and Vera walked on either side of Marie’s legs as the full-sized girl lead the way to the house, clutching tiny Carla in her hand. Marie wasn’t sure she liked the trade-off—her partner/boytoy for her romantic rival—but she was confident that while Carla was doll-sized Marie could keep her under control and prevent any harm.

Jerry was feeling pretty good about his position. He was half-sized, and at this point in the game that was a very good place to be. He didn’t really have any contentions with any of the three surviving contestants, and even though Sherri promised no favors he still felt protected while they were having their fling.

Carla felt mixed about the outcome as she sat in Marie’s palm, which had been sweating slightly out of nerves. She was back in the game, which was certianly a good thing, and she was back in the running for the prize money. However, though Marie was still carring for her out of a protective motherly sense, Carla knew that the giantess had a much cooler feeling towards her than she had before. Also, there was the loss of Andy to Betty, and she knew fully well what was taking place at that building. Andy would be plunging into a second pussy that was not hers and there was nothing Carla could do about it. Even if she did get him back after the game it was dowbtful he would feel the same way as he did on those first two nights together.

They all entered the house without talking to each other, each of them going their separate ways. Jerry decided to go into his bedroom to spend some time alone, hoping that Sherri would stop by at some point. Vera decided to exersize in her room—at quarter-size there was always enough space. This left just Marie in the room, holding Carla.

Though she had her tiny competitor in her hand, Marie felt quite alone. She actually missed the days that there were all eight of them there at the house. Sure many of them didn’t get along some of the time, but she liked them all and wished they could be around.

Marie opened her hand and looked down at the tiny, exotically dressed living doll in her hand. Carla was certianly a pretty girl, Marie knew, and Marie suspected she might have got a lot of men outside in the world. But she was a strange girl all right, and Marie didn’t know if she was the type she would hang out with out there. Carla was looking at her with an expression of almost enjoying herself but at the same time being slightly defiant, stricking a somewhat suggestive pose as she propped herself up to look at the giant Queen.

“Well, you’re back,” Marie said matter-of-factly.

“I know I am,” Carla said, smiling slightly.

“And you survived a night in Betty’s lair,” Marie said. “What was that like?”

For a moment Carla debated with herself on what she would tell Marie. She knew Marie had all the power in the world over her physically, but Carla had something that Marie didn’t, which was knowledge of the goings-on of the compound, and that gave her some form of power over Marie.

“Not too much,” Carla said, shrugging in what she hoped would come across as a midly infuriating way.

“Nothing really?” Marie asked, giving Carla a look as if telling the doll that she didn’t believe her “Nothing sexual?”

“Well,” Carla felt her resolve slip a little at Marie’s stare, “There were a few, uh, encounters, but they were nothing more than what goes on here.”

Marie knew there must be more to it than that, but she realised that she wasn’t going to get more information out of Carla unless she used her size to coerce it out, which was something she didn’t feel entirely comfortable doing.

“Let’s get that body paint off,” Marie said, changing the subject. “It could irritate your skin if you leave it on too long. I’ll help you get washed and changed.”

“I actually kind of like staying like this,” Carla said, leaning backwards so her exposed breast pushed upwards.

“No, I think we want to get the paint off.” Marie said firmly, almost parentlike. This made Carla angry—how could this younger girl tell her what to do? But Carla knew she had no choice while Marie was a giantess. Plus, it was Marie’s natural motherly instinct, honed by working with kids at that family nudist camp, that was controlling her. But Carla sensed—and she felt she was pretty accurate about this—that Marie was just a little jealous of how Carla had been made up and how it accented her body. True Marie was a pretty girl, but she was smaller (usually) and less rounded and curvey than Carla. This was female competitiveness at work.

Marie carried Carla into one of the bathrooms and put her on the side of the sink. Marie expected that Carla would not be embarrassed being naked in front of her and Carla wasn’t. Reluctantly Carla stripped off her garmet, a streak of unpainted skin became visible where the sash had just been.

Marie turned on the water, felt it with her fingers and adjusted it to the temperature of a warm bath. Once the water had reached an acceptable level—about up to Carla’s shoulders in the middle of the bowl, Marie turned it off and motioned for Carla to go in.

Laughing internally at the absurdity of taking a bath in a sink, Carla lowered herself into the steamy water. It felt good on her skin and she could already feel the pain start to run, coming off her skin in little tendrels of color and dispersing into the water, discoloring it slightly.

Marie watched as Carla soaked in the water for a few minutes before reaching for the soap. She knew that scrubbing was the best way to get the paint off and she was going to do it whether Carla liked it or not. Carla was under her protection now and Marie couldn’t help but thinking of her as helpless.

Putting small but sufficient amounts of soap on her fingertips, Marie started to gently scrub Carla. Marie was astounded by how tiny, delicate, and fragile Carla felt under her fingers. The tiny girl was easily shifted by Marie’s movements and Marie could easily move her arms and legs to reach every part of her.

Carla closed her eyes and tried not to think too much about what was happen because she didn’t feel she could afford to feel humiliated. As gentle as Marie was trying to be her little fingers felt like heavy people pressing up against Carla, smothering her in a layer of soap. Her movements were almost rough enough to cause Carla to loose her balance. Carla could feel Marie’s fingers on her breasts and butt and wondered if Marie was taking some extra delight in this.

It did not take very long for all the paint to come off and Marie drained the sink, rincing Carla off in a stream of water from the spout that was so thick that Carla had to hold her breath for part of a minute. After Marie shut off the water she let Carla stand for a moment for it to drain and Carla opened her eyes to get a glimpse at Marie. The giantess had a very even almost unreadable look on her face as she looked down at Carla, her small but still car-sized breasts partially exposed by the tank top she was wearing as if to further embarrass the tiny Carla.

Marie grabbed a small tissue and wiped up the rest of the water that was still clinging to Carla, which was funny to Carla because a tissue usually could hold very little water before coming apart and here it was completely drying her. Carla dried extremely quickly because of her size, and Marie picked Carla up out of the sink and started heading back to the bedroom.

“We’re down to three bedrooms now, so you’re with me,” Marie said matter-of-factly. “I’ll be taking care of you.” Carla smirked as if to say great in a sarcastic tone, but she dowbted Marie got it.

Marie entered her bedroom and put Carla on the top of the bedroom’s dresser as she picked up a tiny suitcase that Carla recognised as her own. Marie fumbled with her giant fingers to open it but she managed the task somehow, and started taking out clothes. To Carla’s astonishment, Carla realised Marie was picking out an outfit for her. When Marie was in caretaker mode, apparently, she got into it all the way.

Clutched carefully between her thumb and index finger, Marie brought over to Carla panties, bra, shirt and pants for her to wear. Carla wondered dryly if Marie wanted to dress her as well, but Marie let Carla dress herself.

Marie then preceeded to comb Carla’s hair with a shrunken comb found in Carla’s luggage, a feat which was very impressive to Carla considering that her hair was now less than an inch long and any uncarefull movements could be very painful to her. But Marie did it with such delicacy and grace that Carla expected that she must have combed many doll’s hair before.

When they were done, Marie scooped up Carla once again and brought her in the living room, where Marie placed Carla on her lap as she turned on the television. Marie was really taking control of her, Carla thought, and Carla wondered for a minute if Marie would catch her if she tried to sneek off. But Carla decided not to try it.

As she sat there, Carla could not stop thinking about Andy. She knew he had been as small as her—for how long she didn’t know—and he and Marie had been intimate. Perhaps Andy had already been inside Marie. The thought angered Carla—she had wanted to have that privelege, and now Marie and likely Betty had taken that from her.

Carla wanted to talk to Marie, find out what had happened, and try to draw some boundaries with her. Even though Carla knew the competition would be over soon she felt a greater connection with Andy, even if he worshipped her, and Carla suspected it was part of it. Same size or not, Andy could be the coolest toy in her collection.

But Carla was nervous about talking to Marie—Marie was a collossus! The giant girl was already treating Carla like a doll and dowbted she would take her too seriously right now. Plus, this might make things more difficult for Carla. But dammit, Carla never had problems talking to anyone before, expecially other girls who were less dominant personalities than her. Carla closed her eyes and tried to focus on Marie as the short, younger, easygoing girl she was than the all-powerful giantess she always was, and while the thought was in her mind, she turned around and said, “Marie?”

Marie looked down at Carla. “Yes?” Marie asked.

“I want to talk to you about Andy.” Carla said. A bit of a scowl came across Marie’s face but before Carla could feel intimidated she barrelled on, “I know we’ve both been, uh, intimate with him, and, uh,” Carla was faltering. Marie’s expression was cold and Carla faltered under it.

Marie wasn’t sure what to make of Carla’s attempt at engaging her. Surely Carla couldn’t be seeking to start an argument about Andy now, when he was out of both of their hands and in Betty’s.

“That’s right,” Marie said, not at all afraid to admit it to a romantic rival who fit in the palm of her hand.

“Well, I want to know, um, what kind of feelings you have for him?” Carla asked. “Were you talking about anything, um, after the competition?”

Marie looked at Carla coldly, “That’s not your business, but no,” Marie said. “We haven’t talked about it.”

“I was just wondering, that’s all,” Carla said, clearly nervous at facing down a giant, “Because I felt that when I was with Andy, you know, that there was something between us. You know, a greater bond.”

Marie’s sour look remained. She was pretty sure Carla wasn’t really telling the truth but didn’t want to call her on it. Instead, she said, “I’m pretty sure his attraction to you was primarily based on the size difference, so don’t get the wrong impression.”

“No, I think it’s more,” Carla said, though she didn’t sound convincing.

“I don’t like the way you were treating him.” Marie said flatly. “I think treating him like a toy is not right.”

“We were just playing, you know that,” Carla said.

“Maybe, but psychologically those roles stick.” Marie said. “You might be playing at first but eventually he’ll always think of you as the dominant on and you won’t be able to respect him for it.”

While Carla was impressed with Marie’s ability to stumble upon the reason none of Carla’s relationships worked out for long periods of times, she did not want to be haulted by it, “And it wasn’t that way with you?”

Marie sighed. The movement of her chest was like the hydraulic breaks on a bus setting. “Maybe,” Marie said. “But I’m taking everything that happens here with a grain of salt. I don’t think anything permanent will come out of here.”

“So you won’t mind if I persue Andy after this?” Carla asked.

Marie felt angry at Carla for asking this. Marie knew Andy was a nice guy and Carla was taking advantage of him with her domineering attitude and longer sexual experience. Marie just thought about tiny Andy in her hand, so loving, so ready to throw himself at whichever girl had the size advantage over him.

“Just stay away from Andy.” Marie said, a bit of growl in her voice. “You’ll hurt him and I won’t allow it.” She looked at Carla angrilly for a few more moments then looked back at the telivision to indicate that the conversation was over.

Carla was mentally kicking herself over having started the converstion. What had she expected to gain by it? She knew fully well that Marie wasn’t going to let Carla get away with persuing Andy. It was true that Carla did not truly think she felt a deeper connection—well, unless you counted the deep sense of satisfaction Carla got when Andy worshipped her like no other man she had ever known.

Well, thought Carla she sat on the gigantic leg of her titanic rival, the tides will turn, and I might yet have a chance.

Sherri carried the birdcage carrying three glum-looking eliminated contestants back to the dollhouse rom as per Betty’s instructions. Betty had hinted that she wanted to spend some “quality time” alone with the new eliminatee. Sherri didn’t know whether or not Betty had manipulated it into being Andy, but the way Betty was talking beforehand Sherri was sure that Betty was going to net a new guy.

There was considerable time to kill before the next competition and Sherri had been instructed to spend it with these three contestants and Tom, if she wished. Tom had been in his tiny top-drawer apartment durring the competition, and he had the chance to watch on the television if he so chose.

Sherri entered the room with the dollhouse and put the birdcage down on the dollhouse table. She unhatched the door and gestured to the surface of the table, inviting everyone to come out.

“Everyone feel free to change out of those clothes and relax.” Sherri said. “There’s plenty of time to chill before the next competition. I’m going to be back in just a moment,” Sherri said.

Sherri turned and left the room, leaving Paul, Dale, and Hailey in the opened cage. For a moment no one moved, then Paul and Hailey started slowly making movements towards the door. They got there at the same time, and Paul gestured for Hailey to exit first. The two of them walked silently across the table and into the dollhouse kitchen.

Hailey turned to Paul, “Well, that’s it then, we’re out?” Hailey asked.

“It looks that way.” Paul said.

“You don’t think there’s going to be a second un-elimination?” Hailey asked hopefully.

“I dowbt it,” Paul said. “There wasn’t one in the first season.”

“But the way Sherri talked just now,” Hailey said. “Something about hanging until the next competition.”

“She was probably talking about herself,” Paul said. Hailey’s expression fell noticably.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” Hailey said. “I’m just a little angry—I mean Carla, how did she get back in! Is Andy really that much of an idiot?”

“Well, yes,” Paul said. “And I’m sure she’s safe under Marie’s protection.”

“I’m not sure,” Hailey said. “The two of them did kind of have a falling out after you got eliminated.”

“How severe?” Paul asked, interested.

“Enough, I think.” Hailey said.

Paul couldn’t help but smiling. “Well, maybe there’s still a chance then,” Paul said. At first Hailey thought that Paul changed his mind about a second un-elimination, but then she realised that he was not talking about himself, but Vera.

Once again Hailey was surprised how much Paul was taken with Vera, and once again further dissapointed that Paul would not return her affection for him. Suddenly feeling uneasy in Paul’s presence, Hailey said, “I’m going to the shower to clean this glitter off.” And left.

Paul sat down on the living room couch and realised he was in a suprisingly good mood. The fact that he was four and a half inches tall was bothering him less all the time, and he found it a matter of pride that he was handelling himself so much better than Dale. The coach was still standing in the birdcage, staring out blankly into the room where several normal-sized belongings of Betty were lying on the floor and on a cabinet.

Vera was still in the running. Paul felt good about her chances. Carla was itty bitty, no larger than him, and probably held no sway around the house anymore. Paul didn’t hold a grudge against Marie for eliminating him, nor Jerry for contributing to that elimination. He had held the grudge before, but he realised that they were just playing the game. Though both Marie and Jerry were bigger than Vera, Paul knew that sizes could change in an instant in this game and so could fates.

Sherri returned to her room and stretched her arms far above her head. The game was getting more interesting by the moment and she knew it would not be long before the winner was decided. She wanted to change into a tank top, but decided she would do it while talking to Tom to give the tiny man a little show.

Without giving him any warning Sherri jerked open the top dresser drawer, giggling in amusement upon seeing Tom sprawled out on the floor next to the chair he had undowbtedly just been sitting on. Tom recovered quickly, standing up and staring at Sherri with an expression as if to simply say “how rude!”.

“How’s it going Tom, did you watch the elimination?” Sherri said.

“Yeah, that silly Andy boy,” Tom said. “Well, I’m sure he’s getting his dearest wishes answered now.”

“I’m sure Betty’s not going to make it easy for him,” Sherri said as she started to take off her shirt.

“Hell, I bet Betty could swallow him and he’d still enjoy it,” Tom said dryly.

“Well, if there’s one thing we know about Betty it’s that she has an unlimited number of ways to tease and break someone,” Sherri said, bending over to look at the clothes in a drawer a few levels below him, giving him a view of her cleavage inside her bra. Tom acted like it wasn’t affecting him but Sherri knew that it was.

“So you want to come to the dollhouse and hang out with the others?” Sherri asked.

“I guess,” Tom said. “If all you want to do is ‘hang out’.”

“What do you mean?” Sherri said, selecting a new tank top and pulling it over herself.

“Well, you have two ripe strong men and a flexible woman down there at your disposal, four inches tall and waiting for you,” Tom said.

“Are you suggesting I pull a Betty with them?” Sherri asked.

“It’s what Betty wants you to do, I’m sure of it.” Tom said.

“But I told myself I’m going to stay proffessional!” Sherri said. “That I take advantage of my power as hostess and do that to the contestants!”

“But you already have,” Tom said. “Like Jerry, for instance.”

“That’s different, it’s mutual with us,” Sherri said.

“And from before with Carla, Paul, and Hailey,” Tom said.

“But that was Betty-coerced, I was as small as they were!” Sherri said.

“But you already crossed the line at that point,” Tom said. “They’ve already been in a sex act with you. Not to mention last season when you did all seven of us that you defeated all night long.”

“But we were all contestants then, we were on an equal playing field, somewhat…” Sherri said. She knew she was loosing this argument, so she shifted, “Look, why do you care so much?”

“I just like the idea,” Tom said. “I just think it’s funny to see Paul and Dale treated that way by one person then another.”

“And Hailey too?” Sherri said. Tom only grinned. “You want to get with Hailey, don’t you?”

“Why not?” Tom asked. “She’s not paired right now, and she wants a decent guy doesn’t she? Besides, you’re getting some on the side with Jerry, I think I can persue Hailey if I want.”

Sherri sighed. “I guess you and I could go in there and do some…sexing up.”

“That’s a girl,” Tom smiled.

“But,” Sherri said, leaning in, “If I’m going to do that, you’re going to have to do something extra for me.”

Tom couldn’t imagine what it could be. He had already been in, on, or outside of practically every part of Sherri’s body.

“I want you to become even smaller for me,” Sherri said, grinning down at Tom, “I want you to be smaller than you’ve ever been before.”

Tom had a brief shriver of fear. How much smaller than he was could he get. “How small can you make me?” Tom asked.

“In theory, as small as I want,” Sherri said. “I have the device remote right here, I can do anything to you!”

“I have an idea!” Tom said, struck with sudden inspiration. “You can make me very small, and I can hide in the cup of your ear!”

“My ear?” Sherri asked, bringing her finger up to her right ear and scouting out the shape. “Why would you want to do that?”

“So I can still talk to you.” Tom said. “When you go back with the other contestants, I can whisper things to you, tell you what to do.”

Sherri smiled. “That sounds pretty sexy to you, doesn’t it?”

“Oh yes, it does.” Tom said. “No one will know I’m there.”

“But if you’re in my ear you won’t be able to see what’s going on!” Sherri said.

“That’s true,” Tom thought for a moment, “Hey, I have an idea! Why don’t you use a handheld mirror! That way I can see what you’re doing, and you’ll get  pretty good view yourself. I bet you haven’t seen what it looks like when your cunt swallows a guy alive, have you?”

“I haven’t,” Sherri said. This whole idea was a bit crazy, but Sherri was feeling daring. “Okay, we’ll do this your way. Take off your clothes, darling, we won’t be able to find them if you take them off after you’re shrunk.”

Tom obeyed. Being naked in front of these giantesses was like second nature by this point. Once Tom was naked, Sherri lowered her hand and held her palm flat so Tom could board, and he did.

“I want you to be in my palm in case you are too small to pick up carefully,” Said Sherri, as she toyed with the remote with her other hand.

“Wait, how small are you going to make me?” Tom asked apprehensively.

“I was thinking about a quarter-inch.” Sherri said, grinning evilly.

“A quarter inch!” Tom exclaimed, horriffied. “I was thinking more along the lines of an inch or so!”

“I want you small enough to fit in my ear comfertably.” Sherri said. “This is going to be great. You’re going to be sixteenth-sized to a sixteenth-sized person. You’re going to be, wait…two hundred fifty-sixth size!”

“Oh my god!” Tom exclaimed. “Are you really going to do that?”

“Yes I am,” Sherri said. “And here you go.” With that, Sherri pressed the button.

Instantly Tom was transported to a world that defied description and pushed his belief in his sanity. Sherri’s palm was the size of a tennis court making a gentle and uneaven bowl, her fingers the size of jet airplanes sticking out of her hand ahead of him. He could see thousands of folds on Sherri’s hands, the biggest like little ravines that were as deep as he was tall. He could see every texture on her hand and he could feel the tiny amounts of body oils heavily on his feet.

As he turned around to look up to Sherri the sight was too vast to believe. Her arm was like a great flesh-colored skyscraper that extended horisontally forward, her elbow bone a gigantic bulge like a foothill of a mountian. Her face was two hundred feet long; it was as if he was looking into the face of a mountian, it was even a bit hazy. Sherri’s red smiling lips were as thick as highways and her mouth could easily open to admit entire buildings. Her tounge was like the vastest whale, her teeth were the size of houses. Her nostrils could swallow cars, and her eyes were so vast that he could have hid several times over just within the pupils themselves.

Tom could not help but think of how big Sherri was on the whole—she was undowtbedly over two hundred stories high, taller than the tallest of buildings. A man on the top of any of the tallest buildings would still be looking up to her waste—her legs flanking the buildings far thicker than they were. Her breasts must be the size of warehouses, her nipples like grain silos. Her hair could string a suspension bridge, and her muscle power could move cities or start earthquakes. Her feet were larger than city blocks, each step she took would create a crater in which an entire village could fit. Her belly button itself could hold a small pond.

To Sherri Tom was but the merest speck. She could still make out his major features—his head, chest, arms, and legs, but she could barerly discern anything further than that. She could scarcely imagine what she seemed like to him. She was almost afraid to talk for fear that the simple act of exhaling could throw him off her hand entirely.

“Wow Tom, I can barely see you!” Sherri said, trying to exhale as little as possible as she spoke, making her voice low and throaty. To Tom it felt like the vibrations of a steadily crumbelling mountainside, and it sounded as if her voice was projected over a stadium with the cleanest sound quality he had ever heard.

“Sherri, I couldn’t miss you if I tried.” Tom said. Sherri craned her head a little, causing massive amounts of light brown hair to shift.

“I can’t hear what you’re saying.” Sherri said. “I can barely hear your voice at all, it’s like the faintest whisper on the wind.”

Sherri drew her hand with Tom on it closer to her face as she said this, some syllables hitting Tom like a shot from an air cannon. Her huge red lips were smiling, and Tom was sure at any minute a quick intake of air would suck him into the sticky, gigantic cave.

“Get on my fingertip,” Sherri said, putting the tip of her other index finger into her palm. The tip of her finger itself was the side of a tennis court, and in order to get on Tom had to climb up a relatively steep slope using the tiny folds of her fingerprint as handholds to get him up over the digit.

“Here we go,” Sherri said, once she was sure the speck of Tom was on her finger, and raised it up to her right ear until the sensitive tissue felt the almost inperceptable weight of Tom on her ear.

This was certianly an odd vantage point for Tom. The skin curved upwards towards the edge of her ear, which was a comfort because Tom didn’t want to think about the thousand-plus foot drop on the other side. He could see most of the curves of her ear as well as little hairs that stood in it at sporadic distances, inperceptable to most people but the size of his arm to Tom. Ahead and below him somewhat, he could also make out the enterance to Sherri’s inner ear.

“Can you hear me?” Tom asked. His voice sounded different in Sherri’s ear because of the acoustics, it sounded a bit louder even to me.

“Yes, I can hear you now,” Sherri said. Her ear vibrated very little with the sound—because of the way the ear was structured it did not pick up much sound from Sherri herself, rather her voice sounded like it was being projected from the other side of a mountian but loudly and clearly.

“I can’t tell you how weird this is,” Tom said.

“Tell me about it,” Sherri said. “I can barely feel you in there. You sound like an earphone turned way down. Man, I hope I don’t forget you’re there and stratch my ear, that’ll turn you into dust!”

“Thanks for the warning,” Tom said.

“No problem,” Sherri said. “Now let me get my mirror and let’s have some fun.” Sherri opened up her purse, which itself was the size of a large misshapen boat, and pulled out a handheld mirror the size of a hockey rink. Clutching it in her hand she started to make her way out of the room and towards the dollhouse room.

As she was approaching the room Sherri was having second thoughts about this. Certianly this was a kind of violation of trust, because she dowbted the three of them would be willing. However, with her past experiances in mind and the incredible rush of power she got from imagining how big she must appear to him, she decided she was ready to go for it.

While Sherri was turning the door to enter the room, Hailey was nearing the end of her shower, washing out the last of the shampoo that Betty had generously shrunken for them. Paul was sitting on the couch in the living room watching the tiny “big-screen” television, and Dale in his ridiculous outfit was still sitting in the birdcage where Sherri had left him.

“Are you ready for instructions?” Tom asked as Sherri turned the doorbell.

“Yeah,” Sherri whispered. She was already starting to feel excited.

“Walk in, move your shoulders a bit from side to side, and say, ‘Hi guys!’.” Tom instructed.

Sherri pushed the door open and entered, moving her shoulders side to side in a way she knew would accent her breasts. Putting on a large somewhat sinister smile, she used a friendly voice to say, “Hi Guys!”

Paul turned around from the couch to look at Sherri with a puzzled expression on his face. Dale merely glanced up from where he was sitting. Hailey, still in the shower, did not hear her.

“Ask them how they’ve been doing and if they’re bored.” Tom said.

Sherri was still moving seductively towards the table. “How are you doing?” Sherri asked. “Are you bored?” Still nobody said anything. Paul was still looking with a confused look on his face and Dale was still largely non-responsive.

“Concentrate on Dale, flirt with him.” Tom said.

“Hey sweetie,” Sherri said, going onto her knees so that her face was only just above Dale’s eye level in the bird cage. “Why are you looking so down? I can cheer you up!” Slowly and deliberately, Sherri licked her lips. A slight look of fright crossed Dale’s face. Was he about to become the plaything of yet another woman?

“Take off your shirt, slowly.” Tom said. Sherri complied, removing her tank top very slowly and deliberately. Now her bra was presenting her breasts most seductively. “Keep flirting!” Tom said.

“Do you like what you see, honey?” Sherri said, moving her chest back and forth in front of his line of vision. Dale was looking at them, clearly, but his expression remained blank.

“Now unclip your bra.” Tom said. Sherri did so, and presenting her full unhidden breasts to Dale was certianly arousing her. “Rub your breasts across the bars so that your nipples stick in.”

Sherri did so, the cool metal of the bars causing her nipples to get firm and erect. Between each bar they stuck into the cage, each the size of Dale’s fist, a mere inch away from him. Dale’s eyes were widening a bit, but it was having a dissapointinly small effect from Tom’s vantage point.

Looking up, Tom noticed that Paul had been watching the situation from the couch about a foot away. Tom decided that it was time to bring Paul into this.

“Look up at Paul.” Tom said. Sherri’s eyes flickered up to Paul from where they had been fixed on Dale. This caused Paul to jump in a very silly way and Tom sniggered from inside Sherri’s ear.

“Ask him if he’s enjoying the show, then tell him to strip.” Tom said.

“Are you enjoying the show?” Sherri asked sweetly. Paul didn’t know what to say—he had been watching raptly as Sherri had been acting less like herself and more like Betty, and now his focus was on him.

“Can you take your clothes off for me?” Sherri said. “I want to see those famous muscles again.” Sherri smiled expectantly, and Paul knew it was foolish to disobey this kind of order from a giantess. He removed his shirt, shorts, and underpants and stood naked in the living room, looking at Sherri expecting another order.

“Reach over and pick him up slowly.” Tom said. Sherri reached out with her arm at snale’s pace. Paul’s eyes followed her hand as it came closer and closer to him, knowing there was nothing for him to do but to wait for it to come and pick him up. Finally, Sherri’s large, soft, and warm fingers closed in a grip around Paul’s naked and nervous body, and she lifted him up out of the dollhouse and towards herself.

“Hold him there for just a second.” Tom said. “Now, slowly lower him along your body.” Keeping her hand close to her chest, Sherri lowered Paul past her breasts and over her stomach.

“Now, and it’s important to keep your eyes on Dale while you do this, slowly lower Paul into your pants and press him against your labia.” Tom said. Sherri obeyed. Keeping her eyes fixed on Dale she slowly pushed Paul down behind her pants and underpants and felt as the tiny man made contact with her sex. Paul saw everything go completely dark and the smell of the woman’s odors overcame him. Soon he was awash in Sherri’s juices, astounded by how fast all of this was going.

Dale had been watching this with horror. He didn’t care too much about what happened to Paul but Sherri’s sudden transformation worried him. If Paul was being inserted into Sherri’s vagina then where was he going to go?

“Tell Dale that your nipples are swolen.” Tom said. Sherri moved her breasts side to side a little more to direct Dale’s attention back to her nipples.

“They’re swolen, aren’t they?” Sherri said. “Do you want to help with that? Come on, just move forward and place your hand on this one right here.”

For a second Dale didn’t move, but then he started to come forward. At that moment they heard the sound of a small door closing that distracted everyone—Hailey had come out of the shower.

“Greet her,” Tom said.

“Good afternoon, Hailey,” Sherri said. Hailey, who was wrapped in two towels, almost fell over to see Sherri there, kneeling in front of the birdcage with her naked breasts pressed up against it teasing Dale.

“Umm, hi,” Hailey said nervously.

“As her to help you out with Dale, and tell her to loose the towels.” Tom said.

“Hey, maybe you can help me with this creature,” Sherri said, looking down at Dale, “There’s no need for those towels as well.”

Hailey didn’t like the idea of walking around naked that much, but the idea of helping Sherri possibly do something humiliating to Dale was an appealing one. Taking her towels off and throwing them on the ground, Hailey made her way downstairs and out to the birdcage in all her tiny nakedness.

Dale, still sitting, turned around to look at Hailey. This situation was just going from bad to worse. The naked woman stood over him with her arms crossed. She might be no bigger, but she was certianly in the power because of Sherri.

“Say something about their past, then make Dale lick Hailey’s pussy.” Tom said.

“I understand you had a little…past together.” Sherri said. Dale and Hailey avoided looking at each other—it was a sore spot to both. “Well, Dale, you have a chance to remedy some of that now. Crawl over to Hailey and lick her between the legs.”

Dale’s mouth dropped open. Of all the things, certianly not this! Sherri looked down at him sternly, and Hailey was now looking at him expectantly.

“Well, I guess you better do it!” Hailey said, opening her arms as if to say oh well. Dale move slowly forward towards Hailey, and a moment later she felt his hot breath on her pussy, and a second later, his tounge. Hailey moaned in enjoyment, gripping Dale’s hair to hold his head in place as he continued to lick her.

The situation was certianly odd to Sherri. She was letting an almost microscopic man in her ear telling her to make one man lick his ex-lover’s privates, all the while slowly rubbing Paul across her vulva. She knew she didn’t have to take instructions from Tom and decided she would make her own way soon.

“Now make Dale take off all his clothes.” Tom said.

“Stand up.” Instructed Sherri. Dale gladly stopped licking Hailey’s pussy and stood up, though he was sure nothing good could be coming. “Now, I want you to take off your clothes.”

Dale knew this had to be coming sooner or later. He certianly wanted out of this ridiculous outfit Betty and Sherri had dressed him in, but he would much rather would have done it alone in one of the rooms. Grudgingly, with Hailey standing right next to him, he began to remove his outfit.

Because the outfit had been so awkward to put on, Dale was struggeling to take it off. Hailey freely offered to help and yanked off his shirt in a very rough fashion, almost sending Dale tumbelling to the ground. In a moment he had also taken off his pants and the two of them were completely naked next to each other.

“Excellent,” Sherri said, not waiting for Tom’s input. “Now, Dale, let’s see what you can do about my nipples.” Sherri reached over and picked up Dale and placed him on her right breast. It was at a good slope but still more vertical than horisontal and Dale had to clutch the breast to stay onboard.

“That’s good, but I was going to have you make Dale and Hailey fuck in between your breasts,” Tom said. “Just pick up Hailey and tell her to—”

“Hey Hailey,” Sherri said, instantly cutting off Tom’s tiny instructions in her ear. “I have a little surprise for you.”

“What surprise?” Tom asked, bewildered, “What are you—hey!” For the world outside was darkened by the apperance of Sherri’s gargantuan index finger. Sherri placed the finger in her ear and started to move it upwards to where Tom was. There was no avoiding it—Tom found himself awkwardly sprawled out on Sherri’s gigantic finger as she carried him out of her ear.

Tom kept his eyes shut as the world moved wildly around him. He expected at any instant to plunge hundreds of feet to his demise, but he never left Sherri’s finger, and all at once the movement stopped. He opened his eyes just in time to see a surprised and delighted giantess looking down at him.

Well, Hailey was no giantess, she was only just over four inches tall, but to lint-sized Tom she might as well be a giantess. Tom didn’t know what Sherri was doing—this wasn’t part of the plan! Well, of course shrinking at all hadn’t been part of the supposed “plan” he and Sherri made prior to his arrival, and that hadn’t panned out so well.

Hailey picked up Tom off of Sherri’s finger and felt like she was a full-sized queen again for a moment. She could scarcely believe that a person could be so small. The sarcastic first season veteran she had been playing cards with the day before was now a tiny little toy in the palm of her hand.

“Wow!” Hailey said as she looked at Tom with a glint of lust in her eyes. In relative terms as well as absolute, this was the smallest person Hailey had ever laid eyes on. She always wanted to experement with a man this small, to insert him into herself and other things, but she had been denied the opportunity before.

“Hey, I wanted to try something,” Sherri said. “Hold on.”

Sherri took out the hand that had been holding Paul in her pants. Paul was soaking wet with Sherri’s secretions and Hailey gaped in astonishment; she had not known that Paul was in there. Sherri deposited the sticky Paul on her left breast—the one without Dale—and then preceded to take off her pants. Hailey didn’t know where Sherri was going, and worried she would be going for plunge number two in another woman’s pussy.

Sherri reached over and picked Hailey up, and with Dale and Paul holding onto her breasts for dear life she made her way over to the couch that was against a wall. She lied down on the couch, causing her breasts to shift and Dale and Paul to get tossed slightly, and placed Hailey on her bare stomach.

“I wanted to play with Tom between my legs at this size, but I was worried he could get lost or crushed, or drowned!” Sherri said. “This way you can act as an intermediary. Want to do it?”

“Sure,” Hailey said. “How do you want me to play it?”

“Be creative!” Said Sherri. “And you two guys, you better start sucking or I’ll start smacking!” Dale and Paul quickly took to the task of sucking on Sherri’s nipples.

Well, Hailey thought, she would be playing in and around the woman’s cunt anyway and would need another shower, but if it was for an even less doimant male toy it would certianly be enjoyable. Hailey walked towards Sherri’s bush, letting Tom get a good view of where they were going. Tom tried not to think of the size of things—Sherri’s vagina was a vast sea cave that could swallow whole ships.

“Here,” Said Hailey, putting Tom down in the middle of Sherri’s bush, which came up to Sherri’s knees and easily towered over Tom’s head. “See if you can reach it from here on your own!

Tom could not believe he was transversing through a woman’s bush the size of a large suburban yard where each public hair was like a strong spindily tree or vine. It was hard enough for Hailey to step through it—her feet kept getting tangled—but Tom had to climb his way through groups of hairs that were very close together, and the hairs themselves barely budged with his tiny weight.

When Tom found himself unable to move another inch he heard Hailey’s laughter coming from above. “You’re tied up in a woman’s bush!” She said. Mercifully, Hailey bent down and freed Tom from his entanglement. Hailey carried him forward until she reached the opening of Sherri’s lips.

Like every part of Sherri, these outer lips were massive to his perspective, a hundred feet long and several dozen feet wide. Little lakes of glistening secretion stood on them. The entire organ was pulsating slowly as if it were a gigantic sea creature of some kind beached on this great shore of flesh and hair.

“Here you go,” Hailey said, putting Tom on the outside of the lips. She was amazed at how absolutely tiny Tom looked on them. “Can you feel that?” Hailey turned to look back at Sherri but jumped as she saw she was looking at herself. Sherri was holding up a handheld mirror near her pussy so she could watch everything too.

“I can’t even feel him really, it’s so weird.” Sherri said.

“Well, you’ll feel this,” Hailey said, and grabbing Tom she pushed herself forward onto Sherri’s vulva and flipped herself forward so that she was now looking up Sherri’s body, not down it. Sherri’s expanse of skin extended to the twin rises of her breasts, each which contained a reluctantly succling man, and above that Sherri’s face which was watching with curiosity and excitement.

Hailey stuck her hand between Sherri’s folds and started rubbing Tom on her inner lips. Tom felt as if the liquids were being forced right into him as he was pushed along endless fleshy walls, and he could scarecly believe this was all part of a woman. Sherri was watching in fascination; from her distance she could barely make out Hailey’s little arm sticking into her pussy, let alone the microscopic Tom.

Sherri reached down with her other hand that wasn’t holding her mirror and pulled her lips open a little bit. “See if you can squeese yourself in there at all,” Sherri said. Knowing that her shower had now been for naught, Hailey tried to bury herself into Sherri’s labia as deep as she could go. This was much less frightening when she had been shoved into Betty’s cunt with Paul, essentially being penetrated while penetrating a woman with her entire body. Hailey held Paul against herself as Sherri pressed her in with her fingers. Tom felt like Sherri’s secretions were an ocean around him.

Finally after a few minutes of this Sherri relaxed, letting Hailey slide into a sitting position on the ground in front of her vulva. Tom gasped for breath as he desperately tried to free himself from blobs of secretion larger than his whole body. Thankfully Hailey helped him with this and made sure the much smaller man was clear of the feminine substance.

“That was exciting,” Sherri said. “You two can stop now.” Dale and Paul stopped sucking on Sherri’s nipples immediately and looked at her expecantly, as if waiting to be dismissed. Instead, Sherri closed her hands around Hailey and said, “Hold on!” As she brought herself back to a sitting position. Dale and Paul once again clutched desperately to Sherri’s breasts as she walked back to the dollhouse.

Sherri put Hailey back in the dollhouse before saving Dale and Paul from the cliffs of her chest, the tired and (in Hailey’s case) soaking wet people waiting as if for further instructions.

“I think I’ve had enough for now,” Sherri said. “But thanks a lot guys, you really made it fun. Hailey, feel free to hang onto Tom for a while, and treat him well!”

“Oh, I will!” Hailey said.

The three naked four-inch people each went different ways into the house, presumably to get cleaned up and dressed. As Sherri reached around to put her panties back on she heard the water turn on as Hailey went back into the shower. It only took Sherri a couple of moments to put on the rest of her clothes.

“Well,” Sherri said as she straightened her shirt, “I’m going to be off for a little bit, so just hang around and have fun.”

“Wait! Hold on!” Paul shouted from below. To Sherri’s astonishment she saw that Paul was still naked and he appeared to be jotting down a note very quickly. “Almost done,” He said.

“You want me to pass on a message?” Sherri asked.

“Yeah, it’s for Vera,” Paul said, finishing it and handing out the tiny paper for Sherri to take between two fingers. “I just want to let her know I’m all right, you know.”

Sherri glanced at the note. It was very short and indeed had Vera’s name at the top. She was genuniely surprised at this—Paul really cared for Vera, something that was much more personal than the random flings that always took place at this compound. Sherri suddenly felt sorry she used Paul like a toy.

“You’re a good man,” Sherri said before she could stop herself. “And anything that happens back here…it’s not personal, you know.”

“Understood.” Paul said, his expression unreadable. Sherri looked at him for a moment then turned to leave without saying another word. Though the experience had been fun, she could not help but feel just a little bit cheap.