Linda dryly kissed the tip of her little finger and lowered it onto her son. She smiled down at him as she deposited her affection, her digit lingering there for a moment as she enjoyed just how tiny he was.

He just needed time to recuperate and he would be right as rain soon enough. Linda gently shut the little ring box and left it in the middle of the kitchen table. She took a nice, long shower, ridding herself of the dregs of her morning activities. After dressing, Linda found herself feeling restless. The giddiness and excitement of shrinking and playing with Mike had stopped so abruptly. She felt strangely alive, moving into unknown territory where her self-discipline was challenged. Linda felt young -not that she wasn't- but she felt nicely out of her element for the first time in quite a while. She knew that if she were to stay here, waiting on tiny Mike to recover enough for more play time she would drive herself crazy.

As Linda towel dried her hair she ventured into the living room. Mike's clothes were a flattened pile in front of her favorite chair. Linda actually giggled out loud upon seeing them. She wrapped her hair up in the sumptuous towel before bending over what was left of her son's last moments as a young man. Linda picked through his clothes, and even enjoyed smelling his now-stale and crumpled shirt. She fished out his wallet and then went through his other pockets. She gathered up his keys and the dark, glass rectangle that was his phone.

Linda reclined on her couch, tucking her legs up underneath of her. She tapped the dark glass of the phone until it came alive. She was immediately surprised, there was no puzzle, no identity lock nor password keypad. It seemed that several minimized apps had kept his phone awake. Linda realized that it had been slowly consuming it's battery all through the night. She quickly went to her computer and tethered the phone to a USB port. Linda relaxed in her expensive computer chair as she looked through her son's phone.

There were several videos that were apparently shot at the strip club. Drunken, rowdy and stupid snippets of fun nights with friends at the bar. Linda backed out of the video folder and went in to his saved photographs. Poorly composed pictures of beer bottles strewn across a secondhand table. An endless collection of selfies, scores of young people making faces as they pressed in next to Mike. Linda noticed several college aged people recurring as impromptu subjects, but one stood out. She was a beautiful girl, dark-haired and dark eyed. She reminded Linda of that actress, the one that used to be on the soap opera. Linda could not remember the name of that particular soap opera, she never followed such things as she never had the time, nor the inclination.

As Linda browsed deeper into the photographs she realized that this was probably Mike's girlfriend. Then there was a series of photographs on what looked to be a rented house boat. This girl was posed naked on the top deck, stretched out on a beach towel, her perfect grin and perfect body captured with the highest resolution Mike's phone was capable of. Linda backed out of the photographs folder and continued laying bare the disjointed evidence of her son's college life.

Linda made her way to the removable storage portion of Mike's phone. Immediately there were several folders with cryptic names which jumped out at her. She opened the most intriguing one which was named "Engage!". Linda knew that name was a reference to one of Mike's favorite television shows when he was young. But what she saw within surprised her. Photographs of a candlelit dinner someplace upscale, the dark-haired girl laughing, gazing lovingly at the photographer through his lens. There were at least forty other photographs of this event, but there was a video as well within the folder. Linda coaxed the little video to life.

Mike had proposed to her. She had accepted, laughing and then bursting into happy tears. Linda stopped the video. Her soft, well-kept hands were shaking. Linda hunkered down, peering into the phone in front of her face. She checked the date on the video. Two months ago. Two whole months. Mike had said nothing! He was so callous as to completely cut Linda out of the loop, out of his life. Tears formed in her eyes but Linda held them back. She was not going to give in, she was not prone to such things and now was not the time. Linda glared at the wall of the living room exactly where the tiny ring box sat in the kitchen, on the table, confining within her new toy. Her headstrong, selfish and brashly stupid toy.

What did Linda do to deserve this? How could Mike be so cold?

Her mind completely absorbed with her son's recent engagement, Linda's fingertip roamed mindlessly across the icons. Before she knew it, she had maximized an app that had been running this entire time. At first, Linda did not know what she was looking at. A map of the city, obviously. But there was more than that, location data, a yellow pinpoint on the map, time data. Linda shook off her brooding thoughts as curiosity took hold of her.

It took Linda nearly fifteen minutes to understand what this was. It was tracking software. She found that Mike had saved condensed, hyphenated "reports" from this app into a folder on the removable storage. Linda watched every sparse animation held within. Finally she understood what she was looking at. Mike suspected his fiancée of infidelity. Linda realized that each report was a summary of what happened on either Monday, Wednesday, or Friday between the hours of 7 PM and 1 AM. These had to be the hours that her son was dancing at the strip club. But there was more. Mike's girlfriend often ended up at the same place for several hours at a time. Linda thought the address through: this was the apartment complex where Mike lived.

With great care Linda took hold of the ring box and very slowly raised it to her face. She gently pried back the lid, revealing Mike's still form within. She slowly raised the little makeshift room until a huge blue eye hovered just beyond it's steep salmon-colored velvet walls. Linda grinned as the sound of infinitely tiny snoring reached her ears.

She whispered softly, "Mommy has picked her birthday present, Mike. Maybe even two presents, if I'm lucky. You just rest, lover boy. Be good while I'm gone."

She lowered a finger over his clean-shaven chest and snoring face and then paused. Linda retracted the finger with a certain amount of regret. She closed the little box and slowly put it back in the center of her kitchen table.

She picked up Mike's keys and his phone on her way out. She got into Mike's car and plugged the phone into the power receptacle in the center of the dashboard. Linda propped the phone at an angle where she could see it as she drove. She hummed to herself happily as she backed out of her driveway.

They were really going at it. Steve kept repositioning on the slick six-hundred thread count sheets, always shifting forward on his knees until finally Jesse was pinned in the corner where the two walls met. Steve was slightly more satisfied that Jesse's hips could no longer accidentally retreat. The mattress was slowly turning off of it's foundation and the few pictures on the walls rattled in time with Steve's determined and metered thrusts.

Jesse's face was covered with fresh sweat and she alternated between a determined, rigid and almost painful looking meditation and a spark filled lusty glare. She raked her short nails across Steve's tanned back and it spurred her lover on to deeper and livelier action.

The doorbell rang.

"Oh, well fuck!" exclaimed Steve with a groan.

"Who could that be?"

Jesse pushed herself up, causing Steve to shiver as their bodies separated with a parting, friction-induced tickle. Steve brushed his unkempt and wet blue bangs out of his eyes. He rolled across the mattress and was lightly on his feet. He grabbed up his khaki shorts and quickly got them on.

"Landlord, maybe the neighbor across the hall, that crazy bitch, it better not be her again. Who fucking knows? I'll be right back."

Steve grinned mischievously and his green eyes twinkled. Jesse grinned back and the two quickly kissed. Steve quietly left the room and shut the door. Jesse sat up and dragged her purse onto the bed. She fished around within it for her phone.

Steve made his way to the embarrassingly small, apartment-sized foyer. Jesse woke up the app from it's slumber.

Her eyes grew wide, "shit! Steve! He's here!" Jesse leapt out of Steve's bed and cursed as she tried to separate her clothes from the mess on Steve's bedroom floor.

Steve threw open the door without even checking the security aperture. His expectations of who waited on the other side were wildly wrong. Standing before him, clad in slinky black tights and a scant, expensive top was the kind of woman you would expect to see inside of a frame of some sort. Be it a television, movie, computer screen or a magazine, perhaps even a billboard. Yet strangely, luckily, Steve found her within the battered frame of his apartment's door. If Jesse was a sort of vibrant and warm, irresistible beauty, this woman was an age-old, often poorly imitated archetype, cold and refined. High cheekbones and a gentle rounded chin framed in the canvas of smooth, golden tanned face. Sumptuous, archetypical feminine lips and above a long, small, straight nose capped with a faceted and classically beautiful button end. It was, yet again, an archetypical feminine nose, Nordic or Dutch, one which plastic surgeons tried to replicate with varying degrees of success for their unhappy and sometimes niggling patients. Brilliant blue eyes smiled back at Steve, and they were surmounted by high, delicately arched eyelids complete with symmetrical, well-tended eyebrows. Long, silvery blonde hair crowned her head. Steve knew she was older, but not by how much, her baby fat had been replaced by a pleasantly lean, fit shape composed of nice curves which hinted at strength, at religiously performed Pilates and Yoga.

This was the wife of a rock star or a professional athlete. The Trophy, but now relegated to a perennially favorite flavor in this most modern and global world. She was dressed like an upper middle class professional who was going to a rock concert. The beauty was smiling at him enigmatically and Steve realized his cock felt a bit heavier and a bit more aroused. She wasn't personally ever a trophy, Steve could sense, there was a capable and probably interesting person behind those unreadable and almost antiseptically blue eyes.

Linda understood immediately how Mike ended up at the strip club. This had to be his roommate, his conspirator and confidant. She could see the crazy and the opportunistic chaos in his eyes. Mike had simply listened and this young man couldn't help but suggest what he considered to be “good” ideas. Linda recognized him as one of the other dancers, but all she could think about when she looked at him was motorcycles. He looked like the kind of guy to own a dirt bike, one of those adrenaline junkies who vented their frustrations with a skateboard, a parachute, and a hundred other things. His hair was blue and the sides were buzzed bare up high above his ears in a thick, messy mohawk. Linda noted that in a few more years, with a little bit more age this young man might look the part of a rugged gunfighter, an adventurer, a man. But for right now, this was a tanned and sinewy party boy with a crooked smile who did not just give in to his whims, but rolled in them like a dog who found something particularly nasty on the side of a road to delight in entirely.

"Hi!" Steve grinned, and that single word was filled with an overly-gregarious delight, lust coloring it's edges.

"Hello! Is Mike around?" Linda smiled back, she couldn't contain it, but it was perfectly fine. She knew full well that look in the boy's eyes and she matched it.

"Nope. He went out to his mom's. He told me he might spend the weekend out there. If he comes back today, it probably won't be until late tonight. Can I do something for you?"

"Can I come in? I need to talk to him. Maybe I can leave a note with you? It's important."

"Sure."

Steve opened the door further and stepped back politely. She gracefully stepped past him and looked around the little living room. Steve liked how she smelled, an expensive perfume, unidentifiable to him, which was no surprise, really. There was just a hint of it in the breeze of her wake as she passed by him.

"Are you a friend of Mike's?"

She was digging in her purse. Out first came a sizable and beautiful bottle of perfume. She began to assemble a semi-circle of unwanted things around it on the counter top as she hunted.

"I'm an attorney. I've been trying to get a hold of him for a while now. He won't return my messages. I guess he's busy."

Steve thought it was a little strange that she might be carrying such a huge bottle of perfume in that little purse. He was looking over the bottle as she spoke. It looked old. Very old. Something you might find in an Austrian museum, something one of the Czars might give to a daughter or a wife.

"He told me he was getting married. Well, he asked me to draw up a prenuptial agreement." Linda smiled at Steve. "Oh, you like that, do you?"

"My parents were hoping I would get a business degree, maybe even a law degree. But I'm majoring in history. So, yeah, that's really nice. It looks old. Handmade."

The unashamedly teutonic beauty smiled sweetly at Steve.

"It is! It's been in my family for a long time." She put down her pen and paper on the counter and hefted the perfume bottle. "Of course, what is inside isn't that old. But the contents are very valuable. That's why I keep it in this bottle. The thick crystal keeps it thermally stabilized. I just have to keep it out of the sun. That's the point of these old decanters. Works like a charm, as it should. People who lived long ago were not stupid, as you know."

Steve nodded silently in agreement.

"Hey! Would you like to smell it?"

"Nah. I'm not into perfume. Thanks, though."

Off came the cap into one pretty hand. A lawyer, Steve thought, she's lying, she's a model or something. An anchor-woman? How could someone like this survive in such a misogynistic, piggish white man infested profession?

"Oh, come on! This is the only perfume like it in the entire world!"

Steve's neck pulled back as he looked incredulous, "no, really? Wow. No wonder you keep it like that. But why are you carrying it around inside your-"

There was a sharp, short hiss as Linda depressed the atomizer. Steve's face was assaulted by the sudden and expanding faint blue cloud.

"Aw, fuck!" Steve grimaced and backpedaled blindly, almost knocking over a bar stool.

Linda waited for a moment to allow the cloud to dissipate. With a large grin she squatted on her haunches over the almost-empty shorts. With a finger she gingerly felt around in the folds of cloth. Her fingertip encountered something tiny and warm to her touch. She chuckled under her breath as she deliberately scared him, gently stroking her finger over the hidden, thrashing form. Tiny screams barely reached her ears, they were so magical to her, and she wondered why. It was the juxtaposition, she decided. Her smallest of actions were transformed into such devastating and powerful expression. She was merely sampling the feedback, the collated result of her actions as screams and terror. The diligent report of her affectation cast back to her from a tiny, difficult to view world where Linda was a monster and so much more. She realized that she had been gently pressing the young man's tiny form beneath her fingertip as she pondered her own psychology. She did not want to cause the preciously tiny thing a heart attack, did she? Linda grinned broadly, right in front of her, yet again, was that delicious juxtaposition. She slowly captured the tiny body and lifted it free. She brought the naked young man up to her face and grinned as he bellowed in terror.

Linda whispered softly to him, "do you want to see something beautiful? Hmm? I'll show you, but you can't tell anyone. Promise? Okay then. In you go."

Linda stood up and hooked a pretty thumb into her waistband, gently tugging outwards. Her newest plaything struggled as his tiny screams grew frantic, high-pitched. Linda leaned against the counter as she gently maneuvered the struggling insect sized being in past the tangle of fine, soft blonde hair. She was already wet with sweat and arousal. She giggled as his diminutive naked body adhered face first to the glistening wall of her labia. With an unstoppable fingertip she pushed him into a brutal greeting with the silky, slick press of her sex. She didn't want to kill him, she wanted to cradle him right at the edge of the abyss of her, of her internal biology. Let him move around and explore if he wants, she thought to herself, she would most intimately know if he ranged too far and needed some gentle correction. Linda ran her hands delicately across her crotch, patting down and smoothing out her panties and tights against her contours. There was no need to give him a way out

Linda stowed the ephemera of her purse back in place as she fought to keep her composure. Every tiny, tickling movement was magnified into a hot, unpredictable jolt. With a little smile she retrieved Mike's phone and checked the app. As her scalp tingled from the hidden and near-mythic struggle happening somewhere between her legs, she realized that the positioning algorithms were unusually kind for the moment. No more than thirty feet away from her, probably in this very apartment, was the source that Mike had been tracking. Linda stepped over the crumpled shorts and softly crept back through the hallway. Right in front of her was the signal and she slipped the phone into her purse. Linda slowly opened the door as she called out.

"Hello? Is there anyone in here? Hello?"

Standing in the middle of the messy, funky smelling bedroom was the beautiful girl from Mike's photographs. Her clothes were disheveled, her tousled hair was gleaming with sweat and her eyes were huge. Linda peered at her past the door's frame.

"Hello! Oh! I remember now! Brenda! That character's name on the soap opera was Brenda!"

"Steve? Steve!"

"It's okay, sweetie. Steve had to go somewhere. Don't be frightened!"

"I know you from somewhere. I've seen you before."

Linda stepped into the room, smiling apologetically as she did so. She tried to appear nervous, meek and awkward at the prospect of her intrusion. She wanted to establish a common ground without a threat. She would not chase this unfaithful, skittish creature into the street.

"Well, I doubt it. Unless I handled a court case for you or maybe a relative. That's always a possibility, I guess."

Linda suppressed a shudder of pleasure as her toy, Steve as she now knew, struggled against the hot and gluey edifice of flesh that threatened to suffocate him. Linda reached out and took one of the beautiful girl's hands into hers. She gently squeezed her hand as she smiled.

"Why don't you sit down? I need to call a cab. I'll just be a minute and then we can get to know each other better."

Jesse pulled away from Linda's grasp, she shot her a gravely concerned look as she began to move away. She stepped nervously past her into the hallway as she called for Steve again, at once she sounded less frightened yet much more concerned for her friend. Linda auto-dialed the cab company and spoke to them briefly as she eyed the rumpled bed with amusement.

Linda found her in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water.

"Hi."

Jesse looked up at her, suspicion, concern and a bit of fright all crowded her face, vying for control.

"I don't understand. Where is Steve?"

"I told you. Something came up, I guess."

"But… But those are his shorts."

"He put on some sweatpants and an old shirt."

Jesse's eyes softened a bit. She stared at Linda hard.

"I just came over hoping to catch Mike. But I guess he's not here."

Linda set her purse down on the cluttered coffee table and sat down on the couch. She patted the reclining chair across from her as she held the bottle close to her flat tummy.

"Come and sit down with me. I have to wait for my cab anyways. I hope it's okay if I wait in here with you?"

Jesse shook her head as if snapping out of a daze. She relaxed visibly, over her fright a bit. Linda was inwardly amused, demonstrate two minutes of expected behavior and a person will choose the path of least resistance, despite logic. Homeostasis itself smiled on tricksters.

"Yeah, that's fine." Jesse wandered over to the chair and sat down across from Linda, "Mike went to visit his mother."

Linda raised the bottle to her nose, appraising it, and then smiled at her. Jesse's eyes grew wide, she didn't even notice or care that the blonde woman removed it's silver top. Why would she?

"Wait a minute!" Jesse's pretty mouth gaped as she tried to understand. She stood up from the chair quite suddenly and brought her hands up to her face.

"That's where I've seen you! You-"

The cloud caused Jesse to stagger. As she choked she clawed at the air. She fell to her knees right in front of Linda. Linda raised an eyebrow at her while she slid the cap back in place. The girl's face was filled with confusion and then she disappeared. Her clothes retained their shape for a quarter of a second before collapsing.

Linda slipped her feet out of her sandals. She wiggled her toes in anticipation as she lowered her lovely feet over the pile of discarded clothing. She took hold of the closest folded peak of cloth between her toes and lifted it away. Jesse's tiny form lay face down in the center of the pile. Linda could not help but be reminded of the tiny porcelain ballerinas which presided over expensive music boxes. No, that wasn't it, but she knew why those music boxes instantly came to mind: ballerinas. Ballerinas as fairy in various productions, laying in graceful repose. This girl accidentally mimicked that graceful posture perfectly. Linda grinned.

"Wake up, wake up, my tiny fairy! The evil stepmother wants to know why you prefer the bad boys to her good son?"

Jesse stirred and raised her tiny head.

"That's it! Wake up my wee little toe fairy! You have some pollinating to do," Linda laughed loudly. An image of poor Mikey trapped like sock-lint beneath the tip of her toenail caused her to smile. "You'll have to be careful and fast though, my teentsy Brenda, or the pretty red petals might trap you."

Jesse didn't know where she was.

She raised her head, listening to the sound of the thunder. But, it wasn't thunder. What was that? It was words. A curiously deep voice, incredibly powerful and loud. As Jesse listened she realized it was a feminine voice, but it was amplified louder than any voice she had ever heard before. It hurt her head, and it was echoing slightly. She caught the last words, intentionally listening to them and teasing away the bassy and smoothly deep notes of it. Something about petals, red petals trapping someone?

Where was Jesse? All around her was a strange material, white ropes woven into a very, very thick cloth. It lay around her for tens of feet, huge wrinkles and rolls of it, like some immense sail had collapsed from it's mast. It formed a strange kind of a landscape that looked to be treacherous except for the fact it seemed somewhat yielding and malleable under her feet.

Jesse realized she was naked. She was naked! For some idiotic reason Jesse looked around underneath of her where she stood for her clothes. Then she saw something, a strange white band of ribbed material, something twisted and mostly buried in the jumbled landscape off to one side. The top of the white band had large cutouts, flowery, frilly decorations. It was at least three feet wide, but besides that one monstrous oddity it was like the trim of her underwear. Just like the trim of her…

There was a strong breeze from directly overhead, compressed air like that which could be shunted off of a dangerously turbulent sky in July, minutes before the violence of a thunderstorm arrived. The air had a distinctive smell, though it was subtle, the volume of it made it obvious to her. Sweet human sweat, lavender and something else. It was mostly of feminine sweat, clean and strangely untainted. But, not Jesse's sweat, definitely not Steve's. Not the sweat of sex or of labor. Right underneath the note of sweat was a slightly cheesy smell, almost as of clean feet midway through a day. This smell almost rivaled the sweat and was mingled tightly with it. There was something else mixed in the wind, but Jesse could not readily identify it. It was what gave the smell it's femininity, as if Jesse were smelling a stranger's scalp. It was the scent of a specific person. The ancestral remnants of scent detectors could key in only this far. Jesse was too far removed, too highly evolved for life upon the ground to glean any more information than this.

Jesse felt like someone was watching her. She could not make sense of what lay beyond the white jumble of cloth. There was something…

The tiny, sensitive hairs on the back of Jesse's neck reacted as another wave of that sweaty, cheesy smell washed over her along with a great heat. Behind her. There was something…

Jesse spun around, her eyes already large, ready to search, ready to locate whomever was…

The shiny red object was right there, suspended vertically, directly behind her. Jesse jumped backwards with a shriek of surprise. She tripped on a swell of the thick material and fell onto her ass. Not a car's hood, not a door. Much, much too large. Jesse tried to take in what she was seeing. The bright red surface was at least as tall as she and much wider. Shaped in silhouette almost like an overly-long arched doorway of a castle or monastery. But it was convex and bowed. Then Jesse saw it for what it was, saw the flesh surrounding it, saw that it was merely a significant piece of a much larger thing.

It was a woman's toe, a big toe, and it was perhaps fifteen feet long and easily eight feet wide if not bulkier. Off to one side were the other four monsters, each toenail glossy red. The red toenail of the big toe was slightly long, proudly jutting past the incredible rounded flesh. Jesse was shrieking, lost completely in her fear and panic. She crawled backwards rapidly, the sudden adrenaline allowed her joints and tendons and musculature to momentarily act incredibly, driving her quickly across the chaos of white material.

It was a monstrous bare foot, perhaps sixty foot in length, vertically towering up into the air, no, it was dangling down. It hovered there, the toes hanging downwards and almost touching the floor. It was beautiful, a foot out of a commercial for feminine callus remover, a foot which belonged in a shoe catalog, something from a billboard. High-arched and without blemish, the nails and cuticles flawless, logically ready for a camera, or a wealthy and kinky husband's mouth. Another one, identical to the first but a mirror image landed softly behind it onto the floor, sending harsh tremors through Jesse.

Jesse didn't think to look up further than the enormous rounded heel, she didn't have time to. She was too busy screaming as the big toe gracefully floated, suspended in the air, following her awkward backwards scrambling. The screams caught in her throat as Jesse's instincts were overridden by the overwhelming panic. Jesse managed to just get to her feet but that was all. The huge toenail slammed into her. Jesse was thrown backwards at least ten feet, tossed bodily by the slowly flexing digit.

Jesse landed hard and the white material bunched up around her head and shoulders as she slid. The wind had been knocked from her and she lay there blinking, dazed. Jesse realized something. She could now see a pretty blonde woman. Who was that? Why did she look so familiar? Jesse wished she could call out to her, it was obvious that the woman had not seen the gigantic pretty feet. Jesse felt sorry for her. She was smiling right at Jesse, bent over her, trying to help her. She was going to be flicked as well, or even worse crushed. It was such a crazy thought, to be crushed to paste by some foot model's gorgeous and rightfully pampered moneymakers. It was too bad, the woman was quite beautiful, without a shred of make-up. She could very easily be a model herself. A model crushed by a model. She seemed like she might be a nice person with how she was smiling. Jesse hoped that the woman might turn away if Jesse was the one to be crushed first. No one should bear that psychological burden.

Suddenly, Jesse could breathe. She sucked in a grateful and shaky breath.

"You… You have to get out of here! You need to run! You need to hide, please…"

There was a black rounded and featureless form which interposed itself partially between Jesse and woman's face. It floated there, just beneath the woman's chin. Jesse couldn't feel her touching her, but it had to be her elbow, or something. Why wasn't she running? Why did Jesse get the feeling that the woman found her terrible plight amusing? The beautiful blonde leaned in, closer to her, smiling at her as if Jesse had farted in public or tripped while drunk. There was a definite cold and superior amusement in her eyes. Was she going to say something to her? Whisper something to her? Her beautiful face was so close now, just above Jesse's own.

"No! There is no time! No time to talk, you have to go, you have to…"

The beautiful face suddenly grinned unabashedly, tinged with a sort of jovial cruelty. Jesse was struck harshly by the woman's callous reaction. What was going on? What had Jesse missed? She had the distinct feeling that this woman was about to do something terrible to her. Steal from her? But Jesse was naked. The woman's expression shifted and she stared down at Jesse with a terrifyingly predatory look. As Jesse blinked in shock her mysterious rescuer's expression changed to a look of rapt concentration. The blonde lady squinted at her and bit her full lower lip.

The dark rounded form moved while in place and became the knee crowning the top of a black fabric covered shin. There was an ankle on the end of the shin, right where the black tights ended. It was so close to Jesse, filling her vision. She blinked stupidly, not understanding at all what she was seeing. Had she been drugged? Something was wrong with her vision… Was that it? But the woman was just above her? She wasn't reclined with her leg towards Jesse... no... nothing made sense.

The woman's ankle moved and then the entire lower leg in Jesse's view was blotted out by an expanse of flesh rearing upwards over Jesse. Her confusion abruptly ended with a horrible finality as she realized what it was: the bottom of that colossal big toe. It hovered to directly above Jesse and she suddenly realized something impossible. The beautiful feet belonged to the familiar looking blonde woman. She was not leaning or crouched right above Jesse trying to help her. She was unfathomably gargantuan and very far away, almost directly over Jesse.

Jesse could see the beautiful face beyond the enormous toe to one side. The woman smiled haughtily, filled with a casual and smug satisfaction. Jesse's blood turned to ice as the single blue eye she could see was locked on her.

"No. No. No. No! Please don't! I don't… I don't want to be crushed! Please don't crush me under your toe! Nooooo!"

The big toe tilted downwards, the incredible front of it, the tip of it pointed at her. It lowered slowly onto Jesse, still not touching her as it flooded her naked body with humid heat. Jesse tried to make it up on her arms to escape and the monstrous digit bulged as it compressed downwards away from her before rearing slightly as it came on. The thick edge of the jutting toenail caught Jesse across her breasts and her face was momentarily slammed into the broad surface just above the edge. She was lazily flicked backwards onto her back again. There was a coppery, metallic tinge to her air intake and Jesse knew that her nose was bleeding.

The enormous and distant pretty face slide out sideways from beyond the impossible toe. The blonde was smiling widely, the tip of her tongue touched her top teeth with an amused relishing. The very tip of the beautiful big toe lowered straight onto her. Jesse was screaming hoarsely and flailing as the long nail slid downwards above her head.

Jesse pushed vainly against the unvarnished underside of the toenail with her tiny arms as it continued to drop. The ridges of the glistening, enormous flesh pressed into all of her skin on the front of her body from her breasts downwards. That cheesy, sweaty smell was all around her. The endless skin covering the nightmarish feet was it's origin, this was the smiling woman's scent. The thick, bulging wall continued to lower after Jesse was touching it. Jesse's breasts were flattened painfully. Jesse's head was not crushed, instead it slid between the long underside of the thick toenail and the rounded, bulging termination of the toe pad.

Jesse's tiny trapped head fluttered, shaking violently. Her screams were squealing high-pitched bursts as her face encountered the buttery soft and pale skin beneath the toenail. A very cheese-like stickiness was smeared across her cheeks and mouth as her body shuddered. Jesse's tiny arms flailed, at first trying to shield her face, but then pushing futilely against the fetid crevice. Her slender arms became trapped, gripped between the steaming, sticky flesh and the flint-hard overhang. All she could now smell was this woman's fermented, slightly soured toe unctions. Her shins and feet were still in the cool air, peeking from beneath the tons of dense toe flesh and they twitched. She vomited from the immense pressure and fear as she trembled. Jesse felt the flesh mold to her body and then, as she heard pops and creaks from her bones, she began to fade away.

The pressure suddenly seemed gone from her tiny torso and legs. Jesse had the distinct impression as she slipped into unconsciousness that her tiny body was dangling in the cool air. As her eyes fluttered, Jesse could feel her own vomit run down her stomach and course down her legs. She hung, twisting like a corpse caught upon a gallows rope. The blonde woman had lifted her beautiful big toe and Jesse's head, shoulders and arms remained wedged beneath the healthy, longish toenail. Darkness swept her away as an earsplitting chuckle rolled all around her.

With a jolt Jesse was awake. She tried to thrash, to move at all, but she could not. Jesse was floating over a pile of clothes. Those were her clothes! That was where she had been! But? Jesse realized that her entire body was clamped painfully in between things… Those enormous, beautiful toes. Only her face was free, the savagely ridged flesh held all of her up to her red and itching ears. She couldn't even wiggle a finger.

Sliding in underneath of her was the other shapely foot. Her clothes… That woman… That was… That was Mike's mother! She was… Jesse was tiny! There was no other explanation.

"Please! Please don't hurt me! I'll do anything… anything you want, just, please…"

She hovered just above the enormous red toenail of the other big toe. The toe was so immense as to not look real. The ruse was heightened by how perfectly well kept the digit was. It looked fake, like some prop sculpture from a movie set. Her captors parted slowly and Jesse squealed as she slid out from the huge, slowly wriggling pillars composed of dense flesh. Her skin was scrubbed and reddened by the friction of the ridges as she fell. The bulging tip of the second toe caught her hips as she rapidly plummeted and knocked her into a tumble. Jesse landed painfully on her side across the cool red surface. She held the side of her head and curled into a ball.

Jesse shut her eyes for a moment and whispered to herself, "What did you do to me? What did you do to me? What did you-"

The air around Jesse moved and she instantly opened her eyes. The foot that had dropped her here still floated above her, the colossal toes that hung just above her flexed menacingly. The monstrous big toe lowered and Jesse was gently smashed into the toenail. She was rolled slightly beneath the immense bulk of it and her limbs were forced out their folded positions. She was pressed face first into the red lacquer painfully. The frightening ridged flesh covered her completely, molding over her tiny, tormented and compressed body. Jesse was crying, her snot and saliva mixed and was shared between her own face and the thick lacquer's surface as the dense, gigantic toe flesh dominated her.

"Oh, please! Please don't hurt me! I didn't do anything to-"

Jesse began screaming as the immense big toe dragged her backwards, her soft skin squealed with compressed friction against the long, arched toenail beneath her. She was suddenly stopped against an impediment. Her tiny form was driven into a crescent shape, her face smashed against tight, unyielding flesh. The skyward big toe left, arching upwards into the air. Jesse lay pressed in against the big toe's well-hydrated cuticle like a piece of discarded trash, or some newly in-vogue ornament.

Jesse was bawling as the lovely toe beneath her arched upwards slowly like a basking crocodile's mouth. She was so tiny, insect-sized, a discarded and vulnerable toy laying draped across Mike's mother's stupendous big toe. Jesse hazarded a look upwards and regretted it immediately. The enormous golden-wreathed face was peering down at her between huge knees directly overhead. The beautiful colossus was smiling happily and began to chuckle, the enormous waves of it Jesse could feel on her naked skin.

"Please! You've got to change me back! Please! I don't want to die like this! Talk to me! Why won't you-"

The nightmarish and shapely giant foot hanging above her flexed and the fleshy, pillar-like toes rubbed together with an enormous rasping sound. The titaness pouted regally as the big toe touched down onto the great expanse of massively veined instep which sloped upwards towards the house-sized ankle. Jesse watched in horror as the enormous big toe softly stroked the tanned skin in front of her. The beautiful digit would press down, bulging plumply before slowly sweeping backwards. Enormous veins, easily the diameter of Jesse's hips were flattened momentarily by the passing of the caressing toe. It was a simple show of force. Jesse stared, horrified at it's colossal size. With a slow and graceful movement just like these petite and loving strokes the tiny woman could be crushed to a paste without any effort at all. Above her the beautiful blonde looked on with a cheerful, slightly hungry look almost of anticipation.

The incredible big toe arched forwards, levering upwards over tiny Jesse.

"No! No, please don't! Don't you understand? I don't want to die!"

It grew dark underneath the toe as it lowered. Jesse babbled and sobbed as the ridged flesh touched her, pressing and effortlessly folding her into the immense toenail she knelt upon. It held her there for a moment before coming away. The bulging pad was all that she could see, hovering directly above her, as if waiting. Jesse gathered herself up onto all fours and blinking back the tears she kissed the swell of well-kept cuticle. She threw back her head and screamed.

"Is this what you want!!? Is this what you want? You got to change… You have to…"

The big toe flew upwards, no longer threatening her but the well-kept foot still hovered there above her, the big toe still poised to intervene at a moments notice.

Jesse peppered the flesh with kisses again. Her actions were answered with a thunderous noise. At first she thought it was words, but then she realized that it had been a coo or a moan, the sound of easy, languid delight. She looked upwards and beyond the frightening toes the blonde head hovered, like an immense mirage.

"Please…"

The enormous digit came down next to her, hanging pendulous and vertical like a strange over-sized wrecking ball. The immeasurable goddess smiled and pouted before blowing a rapid series of puckered kisses. The long toenail nudged Jesse gently and she cried out.

"Please don't crush me! I don't want to die! Do anything… I'll do…"

The beautiful big toe nudged her again, prompting her. Jesse bent and kissed the cuticle again and the sticky toe pad lightly pressed down onto all of her, immobilizing every piece of her tiny form. Her tiny head and shoulders were embedded into the smooth, tight flesh of the cuticle. Jesse tightly shut her eyes and tried to remain perfectly still, as if she were trying to calm the huge digit, like some enormous wild beast. She had never known something so big and so incredibly strong to move so delicately. By all rights she should be red paste smeared across the bottom of Mike's beautiful mother's big toe. She was overheated by the digit from above and her naked body was punished as it was smashed across the discrepant materials of cuticle and toenail. The digit retreated finally. Jesse ran her tiny hands over the curb-like ending of the flesh, very eager to placate this wholly intimidating being.

"See? I'm being so nice to you. So nice to you… You need me! You need me to do this! That's why… That's why I'm going to live… Aren't I? Please, talk to me! Why won't you talk to me?"

Jesse slowly crawled across the wide base of the convex toenail, petting the cuticle with her tiny, sweaty hands and kissing it. She rapidly blinked the deluge of tears out of her eyes. Jesse had nothing to work with other than her hands and tiny mouth, she was woefully under equipped to placate such a mighty being. Occasionally she would glance upwards, the other colossal big toe continued to hover over her, like some fat, monitoring ranch-hand. Beyond the huge, fleshy oppressor the giantess was smirking, cruel and relaxed amusement dripped like venom from the pretty face.

Distant and amused blue eyes watched as Jesse worked desperately to prove her tiny worth. The miniature girl was bawling, her stomach a tight knot, blind from the endless tears. Jesse did her best to worship the enormous toe. She was going to be okay, she had to be. She would live.

"You have to… You have to keep me safe! I'm so tiny! I'm so tiny… compared to you! You have to help me! I just want to be big! I just want to be big again, I just want to be big again, please! No! You don't have to do that! Please stop… Please stop touching me! I don't want you to touch me with your toes! Please don't squish me… Please don't…"

The pendulous big toe returned several times to torture her, smashing her upper body and tiny face into the cuticle as she desperately worked. Jesse didn't struggle, she was too frightened to consider what such an action might deserve. Her mouth was filled with the taste of the goddesses sweat. She paused and licked the back of her own arm, seeking to slake away the horrible film from her tongue. There was a new smell in the air, Jesse barely caught it as it drifted down to her. Metallic, musky, warm. She glanced upwards with a dread-filled curiosity and the sight chilled her blood. The gigantic blonde's vivid eyes were locked on to her. Lovely long red-nailed fingers were draped in the deep, distant chasm between the knees, the middle fingertip bulged as it pressed into the black fabric of the tights. It was slowly, softly stroking the swollen, hidden clitoris. A clitoris far larger than Jesse.

Jesse began to scream, a long, horrified wail. The beautiful woman's face lit up in a delighted smile and that spurred Jesse's scream to an even wilder pitch. The big toe that Jesse knelt upon arched slowly upwards and the colossal fingertip pressed more forcefully against the gigantic blonde's massive sex. Jesse was pitched forward past the curb-like cuticle onto the dense flesh that formed a mound where the vast bones of the big toe's knuckle lay buried.

Perhaps Jesse's outburst ultimately angered her unwanted goddess? The hovering foot dropped and the huge overseeing big toe lowered, hanging in front of her as she sobbed. Jesse pressed the palms of her hands to the relatively cool, smooth surface of the toenail. She looked upwards, past the long expanse of tanned instep and black-wrapped shin to the sunny and cheerful face.

"No! No. It's okay! I'll be good! I promise you, I'll be…"

Jesse kissed the wide area of red between her hands. The toenail almost seemed to slowly, gently nuzzle into her and Jesse was pushed, tumbling off of the huge toe. She was clawing at the huge bulge as she fell with a squeal. For a moment she was pitched backwards across the long second toe and then she slid between the two digits.

"No, no, no! Don't squish me! I told you, I'll be-"

The tall ridged walls closed around her and Jesse was bodily captured for a moment. The air was expelled from her as the walls lightly squeezed her. Above her in the distant sky, past the slowly rubbing digit the blue eyes were smiling. The doughy flesh pressed around her and suddenly the pressure increased as the digits scrunched like walls of iron. The beautiful, car-sized fingertip bulged as it buried itself firmly into the crotch's curved edifice as the distant face cooed deafeningly. The air was violently expelled from Jesse's tiny lungs and she saw stars. Then, her colossal captors relented and parted.

Jesse was sideways, adhered to the vast second toe. All of the skin on the back side of her body was strangely tight as it fought to sustain her hanging weight. Jesse broke down, weakly struggling to free her tiny limbs as she blinked away the endless tears. A thunderous chuckle split the air. Jesse roared in frustrated hopelessness as the long, perfect digits slowly flexed, whipping her tiny, freed head back and forth. Jesse was in hell.

The enormous, muscular bulk of the big toe in front of her raised upwards, casting a shadow across her as she wailed. A leathery rasping noise accompanied the sudden invasion of the ridged wall of impossibly large toe pad from above. Jesse was bulldozed from the tacky skin, swiped away by the big toe like a bit of trash. She was momentarily smashed down into a tiny cigar-shape against the carpet and caught in a hellishly tight crevice between the two tightly pressed digits.

The frightening toes parted and Jesse lay sobbing between the relaxed shapely giants, a tiny, naked doll with over-flushed red skin. She sobbed for almost a minute before the toes began moving. As Jesse looked up, she was confronted by the tip of the monitoring big toe's nail.

"What do you want! What is… what is it… What do.. you.. want from me?"

The thick digit slowly plunged downward and forcibly spread the two toes around her wider. The toenail pushed forward underneath of her gently, rolling her out from between the prone toes before leaving. Mike's mother was peering down from between her shins. Jesse gawked upwards in fearful trepidation, the enormous well-kept fingers were relaxed and splayed across the tops of the huge knees. They matched the demonic toes. Jesse shuddered, she had already been so incredibly, grotesquely intimate with this all-powerful being's feet. No, not even her beautiful feet. Jesse was too tiny to have experienced that much of this cruel goddess in such a short time. Jesse had only experienced her potently dominant toes. Such little pieces of a person. Such an embarrassing afterthought of anatomy for most people. Not for this woman, though. Mike's mother was apparently quite proud of her smallest details. Jesse remembered Mike cajoling her to paint and care for her own nails. Remembered him sucking on her own toes. She must be why. It was familiar to him from day to day and had become an expected appetizer in the bedroom as well?

There the immense beauty was, rising upwards like a seated goddess upon a throne, one beautiful, monstrous foot pointed downwards threateningly at poor Jesse. Mike's mother, what was her name? Jesse wanted to struggle to remember, but there were things above her which pinned her in terror to the carpet. The skyscraper-sized woman's face Jesse could not look at. It was too much for her psyche to handle. This woman had complete control of her body and life. Jesse couldn't cope with staring into that face at all. She didn't want to see what was coming next. She didn't want to know how easy it really was for this gigantic being to terrify her.

What was almost as bad was that there were gargantuan hands up there. Jesse wanted to crawl within herself someplace deep and simply shut down. Those hands and that face might be a promise. She would either be crushed here beneath these meticulously tended toes or she would eventually be captured in one of those hands. Be in front of that face with no escape possible from the obviously monstrous and evil mind that lay behind it. The impossibly large woman found torturing tiny Jesse with her beautiful toes to be sexually stimulating. That was simply a black abyss. All was completely, irreversibly bleak.

The foot hovered there for just a moment as all of this went through Jesse's mind, the big toe of it completely dwarfing Jesse as it hung in the air in front of her. There was a tiny, short streak, a glistening path of moisture which had its start underneath the frightening toenail's overhang. That was Jesse's vomit. That was how tiny she was. The toe curled and lowered, the elegant toenail came on and touched her side and she sobbed as she trembled. Jesse was gently rolled across the floor by it's outward flexing.

Jesse came to a stop laying face down, her shoulder blades quaked as she fought to stop crying. Dust showered her as the foot's broad rounded heel lowered to the carpet some distance away from her. For only half a second the high-arched sole of the foot towered upwards, some sixty feet tall. It was the height of a building, balanced on the vast, rounded heel. The toes flexed as the foot rocked forward, gracefully coming to earth. The four enormous toes touched down, sending shock waves through the floor beneath the tiny woman. Jesse looked up and realized they were directly to her side. Then the big toe itself began to lower over Jesse. She scrambled up and threw herself out from beneath of it. The immense bulk of it pressed into the carpet where she had just been, creating a vast cratered dimple in the padding beneath the carpet. A tremendous laugh ripped through the air as the mighty big toe bulged outwards, pressing heavily down against the carpet.

Jesse craned her head back, peering up at the enormous woman. Upwards, past the building-sized shins, past the huge perfect fingers which rested in a relaxed clump like some mythic giant bird's nest hovered the beautiful face. The mighty titaness smirked cruelly in an unstoppable confidence and one beautiful hand rose off the knee to brush back long platinum hair behind an ear. The look on her distant pretty face changed and she narrowed her eyes in a squint of concentration.

"Please, leave me alone! Just go away! Why won't you just go away!"

The enormous big toe of the closest foot arched upwards and the foot shifted, pivoting in front of Jesse, much like watching an eighteen wheeler slide on ice right in front of her. She found herself once again underneath the full, bulging pad of the mighty digit. She squealed as the enormous digit lowered again. She managed to evade it with an exhausted stumble. A throaty giggle erupted as the cushiony pad of the toe stroked the carpet. The violent and harsh sound of synthetic carpet fibers being compressed beneath tons of unyielding flesh washed over the tiny scrambling woman.

As Jesse ran from the foot she knew there was no chance of escape. She was bulldozed from behind and thrown to her face again. As she picked herself up she was nudged softly by a thick digit. In the sky overhead, the beautiful giantess was leaning forward, each of her huge hands braced a leg from underneath. Both of the impossibly long legs were up off of the carpet. Both huge shapely feet were in motion, the toes wiggled and flexed as they slowly flew towards her tiny form.

There was a perverse delicateness to how Mike's mother used her feet. It was clear to Jesse that the impossibly prodigious and ominously silent woman wanted to touch her, play with her without doing physical harm. Each of the big toes gracefully hunted her as the beautiful face smiled with a playful mischievousness. Jesse belonged this woman now. Jesse was her toy now. Just something to torment and dominate with her pretty toes.

Jesse was herded first by one graceful big toe, then the other one took it's place in slowly chasing her. She was gently touched by them, though because of their size it was more like slow collisions. It was like being touched and prodded by the egg-shaped mixing-bins of cement trucks. The beautiful digits directly filled the tiny naked body with terror, each delicate touch scorched the miniature nervous system. Tiny, shrill screams filled the air as the tiny body was eclipsed and overwhelmed again and again. Jesse should be dead, but the colossus refused to crush her into a paste.

Jesse ran to and fro across the squashed and chaotic mass of her own clothing. Time and time again she was overtaken by one of her enormous assailants. She would be crumpled or thrown by the great, unstoppable bulk. Then the enormous toe would wait on her to gain her feet once again, or if she was particularly unlucky it would daintily stroke her tiny, floundering body. If Jesse tried to fight back she would be caught in the space between her tormentor's dexterous grasping toes. The cruel entity would squeeze the tiny body with a gentle scrunch before dropping her into a protesting pile.

A deep giggling filled the air and Jesse was flicked from behind, the glassy hardness of an enormous toenail bruised her back. As she squealed her tiny fragile body was compressed down into the fabric of her own clothing by the great merciless hulk of a triumphant toe. She shrieked as her ears were filled with the sound of her own bones being pushed to their limits by the gigantic flesh. It lasted for just a moment and then the toes of that foot spread and settled around her, framing her between their frightening walls.

Something huge flew through the air overhead. It was the blonde goddesses other foot. The mighty heel touched down first with a tremor before the rest of the foot followed. It had landed just beyond the toes Jesse was hemmed in by. The foot pivoted with a horrible noise against the carpet. It's big toe stopped, a fleshy obstacle jammed against the tips of the two toes that she found herself trapped between. Jesse had been captured.

Jesse surveyed all of this with a profound and surrendering horror. She managed to make it up on to her feet and wiped her own spit and the awful salty funk from her face. She turned towards the gargantuan woman's towering shins and dropped loosely to her knees.

"Please don't kill me. Please, please don't kill me! I don't want to die! Don't you understand? I don't want to die!"

The distant face was enigmatic, the smirk upon it seemed frozen. The eyes, however, followed Jesse as she made her way to the wall of soft skin in front of her, the bridge between the two toes, their webbing.

Jesse shivered as she approached the hot, sticky flesh there. Her head hung low and she sheepishly pressed her tiny naked body against the giantess.

"You don't have to. Please, just let me. You can let me! Please don't crush me! I'm a good girl, I swear to you! I'm a good girl!"

Jesse pressed in more snugly against the strangely soft skin. She closed tight her eyes and balled up her fists as her lips gently kissed the nearly featureless example of her newly found frailty.

"I'll be a good girl for you. I'll be your good girl. You don't have to, because I'm a good girl."

The air around her churned. Jesse whimpered and pressed herself as tightly against Mike's mother as she could. She could hear the enormous foot behind her move away across the carpet, driving vibrations up into her legs. Something touched her back.

Jesse slowly turned and opened her eyes. It was a fingertip, as wide as the fleshy space she trembled within. It hung down vertically between the two toes. She stared, wide-eyed at the enormous finger print as she began to more violently shake.

"I'm a good girl!" Jesse said, addressing the fingertip with a nod of her head.

The enormous pillar of flesh slowly drove her backwards and she was gently crushed against the soft webbing between the huge toes. The body-sized fingerprint was driven into the front of her, but it was much more fine than that which adorned the toes. She quaked as the air was pushed from her tiny lungs. The five foot diameter fingertip felt her, slowly raking upwards across her pitiful body, driving her up with it so her feet no longer touched the carpet. Jesse peed herself from the pressure, spraying her hot urine across a tiny area of the digit. The fingertip retreated, flying upwards and Jesse sucked in sweet air. She was stuck to the webbing between the toes, her tiny legs dangled ineffectually. There was thunderous laughter from overhead and the narrow corridor flanked by the bulging walls of toe flesh shook as the huge toes flexed, perhaps in mirth.

Peering upwards, the tiny woman witnessed the cruel goddess rubbing the index finger against an enormous thumb in front of her vast, smiling face. Then her skyscraper-sized tormentor's face lowered closer, hovering just above one towering knee. With a flash of crimson the fingers folded, all of them except the index finger. The hand flew downwards lazily as the giantess smirked and the fingertip reinserted itself back between the long toes. Jesse began to hyperventilate as the fingertip grazed over her lightly, then it dropped again in front of her and pressed her forcefully into the hot flesh.

Jesse was slowly savaged by the finger. It pet her, repeatedly driving her tiny form into the firm flesh behind her. She was thrown back and forth, and then she was tugged off of the fleshy wall after an especially crushing press of the giant digit. Jesse sobbed, her tiny naked form was adhered face down to the colossal and elegant fingertip. The ridged flesh beneath her softened as the finger straightened. The tiny woman shook in fear, her absolute helplessness was difficult to bear. Jesse squealed as delighted laughter erupted across the sky. She knew she was rising upwards, glued helplessly by impossibly thick sweat and her own urine to the enormous well-kept digit. Jesse clamped shut her eyes and held perfectly still, just above her now was the impossible face of the blonde goddess. Hot wind, exhaled breath whistled around her in gusts. Jesse was being looked over, she could feel the huge blue eyes trace over her insect-sized form. Then she was descending.

Jesse dared to open her eyes, she was upside down, still plastered to the enormous fingertip, just above a vast field of shimmering black cloth. Then there was an enormous thumb, it was suddenly there and so close to her. She cried out in horror as the wide and thick edge of the long, red thumbnail raked down the length of the digit she was adhered to. Jesse's tiny naked body was undercut by it and she stuck momentarily to the very end of the enormous thumbnail before plummeting from it to the smooth black field.

Jesse landed belly first and immediately splayed out her tiny limbs against the black slope. Her naked skin was filled with a great and humid heat, radiating from the subtle bulge in the strange terrain she lay centered upon. She knew exactly where she was, the vast midriff and distant enormous breasts curved up away from her like some badlands canyon wall. Jesse had been deposited onto the monstrous blonde's nearly endless body. No, it was much worse than that. Jesse's horribly traumatized mind was trying to protect her, trying to sanitize and obfuscate a plain truth. Jesse has been dropped squarely onto the skyscraper sized woman's crotch.

The beautiful face was much closer now and the enormous being was grinning delightedly. Jesse realized she was hyperventilating as she gawked wide-eyed at the impossible vista dominating the sky. She choked on her own saliva and coughed painfully. She was making pitiful mewing noises from deep in her throat, and the sound of her own panic caused her to lose even more composure. A smell filled the air all around her, that new smell. Jesse could almost taste it.

The giantess moved in the sky above her, and Jesse watched as one enormous arm propelled a soft-looking hand to settle palm-down onto the outside of one of the thighs. That hand's beautiful thumb came to rest in the near distance, level with her on the crest of the black hill. Jesse didn't know exactly why, but she fixated on the massive thumb as it came to rest. The tiny woman began bawling and shaking her head as she stared at the enormous digit. It had a ponderous girth that reminded her of some nondescript material containment tank that one might find attached to the side of a factory. She could be bludgeoned and stroked by it or effortlessly crushed. It was much like one of the woman's frightening and dominant big toes, just a slightly smaller, almost carbon copy.

If Jesse didn't die soon then it was only a matter of time before she would end up trapped underneath of that giant digit. The terrible, beautiful monster that she lay upon like a discarded trinket would surely delight in trapping her newly made toy underneath one of her mammoth thumbs. Jesse knew her tormentor would not be able to resist this simple show of force. The classic and age-old meme which illustrated tyrannical control, domination.

Jesse watched as the pretty face lit up with a smile. Her barely discernible distress delighted the huge being. The skyscraper sized woman realized instantly what was preoccupying her tiny toy. A pleased intake of breath made Jesse flinch. The vast face smirked haughtily as the huge thumb reared upwards. Jesse froze, wide-eyed as the thick, intimidating digit pivoted in the air and lowered suddenly to the curved hillside of immeasurable thigh, pantomiming the capture of a tiny struggling body. As it stroked the black fabric all Jesse could think about were tiny, helpless people of her stature trapped in it's shadow. In her mind's eye they were slowly and affectionately smashed beneath the slowly reddening hulk of merciless flesh, engulfed and casually stroked by the unstoppable, uniquely feminine tonnage into grisly, jellylike puddles of gore.

Jesse was snapped out of her self-inflicted horror as a deep, thrumming coo shook the air. Suddenly, the other hand appeared from beyond the edge of the colossal body. Frightening fingers lowered downwards over her, the index fingertip came on and pressed down directly in front of Jesse. The thick digit bulged as it sunk into the soft and hidden flesh. Jesse shrieked as she tumbled down the newly-formed divot surrounding the giant finger. Her pitiful body crashed into the immovable flesh of the digit. Jesse became momentarily trapped in the tight crevice between the fingertip and the sloped side of the compressed, hot mound of monstrous femininity. The tiny thing struggled as the digit rocked back and forth, inadvertently grinding her delicate skin into the enormous weave of the tights. An earsplitting moan tore through the air all around her, drowning out her pathetic cries. Then, Jesse detected another tiny sound punctuating the spaces in between the sounds of protesting friction emanating from beneath the gargantuan fingertip. It was Steve, weakly screaming in horror and protest somewhere far below her.

The enormous fingertip lifted and Jesse tumbled as the sweltering flesh beneath her sprang back. Above Jesse the lovely face had came much closer. The fingertip gently nudged the tiny reddened body, gently rolling it towards the center of the subtle bulge.

"Stop it! Oh God... I don't want to- You've got to change me back! You have to change us back! Oh God, Steve! Please! Steve!!?" There was no answer to Jesse's frantic call. Where was Steve? Had the cruel woman somehow shrank him as well? There could be no other explanation.

The gorgeous blonde's vast face pouted theatrically before lighting up with a stunning, sunny smile. The tip of the long red nail nuzzled against her again and Jesse's tiny crying face was squarely struck. She pitched backwards, clutching her face with her hands as she curled into a ball. A self-satisfied and throaty sound of thunder split the air.

The enormous index fingertip played with Jesse lazily, tumbling the tiny, tightly folded naked girl across the rough, black weave of elastic athletic fabric. The force exerted on her tiny body by the collisions of the dense, ridged flesh was too much and Jesse was ripped out of her tightly curled ball. She rolled to a stop and fought to breathe. The enormous thumb came in parallel to the hovering the index finger. The immeasurably gigantic woman intended to pick her up, "Oh God, no! Please! I don't want you to touch me anymore! Don't touch me! Don't touch me!" As the monstrous fingertips reached for her, Jesse whimpered, folding back up into a ball as she shielded her head with her arms.

The snugly curled pill-sized young woman was captured delicately in the sweltering flesh's leathery pinch. She caught a glimpse of the smiling face before the massive, ridged pads closed around her. Jesse immediately felt like a tiny hip had dislocated. She could not even scream. The vertebrae in her neck seemed pushed to their limits as her chin was forced down into her own sternum. Then the sickening gut-punch of acceleration, a muted roar of wind. There was a wide cleft in the bulging flesh beyond which the undersides of the two long fingernails could be seen. Through this gap the outside world rushed by.

Beyond the gap were bits of the vast face, a sampling, a chaotic tour of the individual components which made up the identity of Jesse's cruel captor. The bottom of the chin, a tanned wall studded with pores and tiny white hairs. Pink, unadorned and smiling lips, the vast underside of the pretty button nose. Then an enormous blue eye slid into view, it floated just beyond the pinched fingertips. Long eyelashes framed the exploring, curious eye which peered down into the tiny crack of flesh. Jesse was drooling, her mouth levered open and held in place against her own trapped forearm. This was what it was like to be an insect. This was what it was like to be Mike's beautiful mother's very own personal bug.

For just a moment the lovely eye silently mocked her insignificant size. Then Jesse's stomach rolled sickeningly as the world sped by at a blur downward. Suddenly the beautiful, predatory fingertips parted. Jesse fell limply into a heap. It was an oppressively hot surface. Wet? She was coughing, blind with pain. The tremors spawned by her coughing fit forced her hip back in place with an ugly, internally audible sound. There was a ferociously strong taste in Jesse's mouth, the same exact rank signature assaulted her nose. Jesse gagged and tried to roll away from the overpowering, musky scent.

Jesse managed to open one eye. She moaned as her other eye refused to budge. A thick, gluey substance coated that side of her head. Her attempts to wipe it off of her eye spread more of the stuff onto her face from her own hand. The tiny girl rolled over onto her hands and knees. Her neck was weak, painful and already slightly swollen. Jesse's face landed squarely into hot, molasses-thick liquid. Horror.

The tiny woman sputtered and cried out. She was spurred into desperate movement, rolling again and trying to elicit a crouch from her battered body. She wiped her face as she retched, "what did you do to me! Oh God! Arrgh."

Jesse finally managed to open both eyes and as she inhaled to scream from the sight which greeted her, she coughed, choking on a bit of her own gush of vomit. Directly above the tiny woman was one of the mighty, feminine thumbs acting as a stout ceiling beam, holding back the stretched black fabric which composed the vaulted roof.

"No! Oh God, no! Please, Mrs. Johns... Mrs. Johnson… Please… L... Linda! Linda! I'm a good girl, Linda! Please… Just play with me with your… I'll worship your nice... your beautiful toes! I'll be a toy for your beautiful… I'll be a good girl for you... For your… Please, just put me back! Oh God! Put me back on the floor! I don't want to… NOOO!!!"

The blonde beauty raised her eyebrows excitedly as she smiled. The vast and distant face beamed down the great distance of the foreshortened landscape of her own tremendous body at poor tormented Jesse. An index finger floated into the triangular opening, beneath the bracing thumb. The tiny struggling girl was caressed beneath it, forced into the gleaming and thick moisture which impregnated the front of the expensive white silk panties. The tiny, naked body struggled but it was useless, Jesse was caught fast in the sweltering lubrication of the giant blonde's arousal. She was suffocating, drowning on a substance that for all the world seemed like stinking monster movie slime. The colossal fingertip came away from the press with the miniature being plastered to it. The titaness purred as the bracing thumb intervened, levering upwards the white silk sheath and incorporating it as another layer of vaulted ceiling it held in check.

Jesse was face down, her tiny backside glued to the pad of the elegant index finger as the other hand's thumb plunged, hooking beneath the sweaty expanse of white silk. She retched, expelling a mouthful of the hot, rank liquid which then clung as a quivering lump to her chin and lower lip for a moment before falling away. The vast, unreal pussy was revealed and Jesse began to cry, trying to turn her head away from the sight of it unsuccessfully. Immediately she was assaulted by even ranker, muskier, humid air rising off the dreadful gardened slope. The curly blonde hair glistened with sweat and arousal, barely obscuring the great, glossy labia.

Jesse flailed, screaming shrilly as the thumb of the hand she lay plastered to swept her free of it's companion fingertip. She was blinded by the nightmarish funk which coated her thickly as her tiny form was forcibly collapsed into a tangled heap by the digit's onslaught. Jesse was left plastered like a tiny bit of trash on the side of the well-sculpted thumbnail. She was transported up and in front of the gargantuan, rosy cheeked face.

Linda Johnson's impressive visage leered, filling one side of the sky as Jesse fought to clean her face. The tiny woman stared in horror at the immensity of the beautiful face floating seemingly so close yet quite far away. It was too much for Jesse and she was shuddering violently as deep sobs wracked her quaking shoulders. She tried to hide from the overwhelming face and the cruel, amused eyes. She pressed her tiny form into the trough formed where the red lacquered nail was framed in by the plump flesh.

The beautiful mouth smirked before erupting with mirth filled thunder. Jesse couldn't hide, it was desperate stupidity, instinct. She was bawling as she stared in hopeless horror at the unfathomable enormity. The elegant thumb leveled itself in the air in front of the pretty face. The naked, half-blinded woman slowly pulled herself across the mammoth, lubrication drenched thumbnail. Jesse raised an arm pleadingly towards the amused blue eyes as the gusts of hot breath hammered down out of the great nostrils, cooling and tightening the musky residue covering her.

"Please... Please! Please, Linda! Help me! Help me get big... I just want to... I'm a person! Linda, I'm a person! I'm not a toy! I'm not your toy! I'm not…"

The skyscraper sized blonde grinned delightedly at the quivering, pink bug stuck hopelessly to her thumbnail. The tip of her tongue touched her top front teeth delicately in amused arousal, in anticipation.

"Please, you've got to..."

The thumb arched upwards slowly as the titaness watched with fascination. The tiny girl cried out and pressed her head into the red polished surface, throwing her tiny arms wide to re-adhere them to the convex shell. With a triumphant and easy smirk the trinket-sized young woman was gently deposited on the bulging, pink centerpiece of the drenched garden. The thumbnail pressed her into the slick monument before sliding away across her tiny body, leaving her ensconced within the tangle of baby soft blonde hairs.

The tiny young woman went berserk, thrashing and screeching, alternatively plastered and then breaking free to slide across the silky smooth flesh of the mammoth clitoris. A thunderous moan filled the air as a quake shook the enormous body beneath her. Jesse's frantic attempts to extricate herself caused her tiny lower body to slide beneath the slick clitoral hood. She gurgled in a shrill scream as she became captured there, pinned helplessly in the crevice.

Above her the blonde behemoth reacted to the faint scream, fighting against her own arousal long enough to get a good look at her pitiful bug-sized pet. The vaulted roof composed of white silk groaned as it was folded down and held in place beneath the frightening thumb. The end of the enormous thumb jutted over the glistening field of brassy, tangled hair like the prow of some lifeboat. Jesse's tiny neck trembled in a panic palsy as the massive tip of feminine thumb came to rest not far from where she was trapped. She waited for a crushing assault which never came.

A hand skimmed over the enormous stomach and sunk down into the swishing, crunching blond hair. The titanic fingers were widely spread and the monstrous, steamy anatomy was hemmed in between the lengths of two of the fingers. The slick, hot horror which mired Jesse compressed and rose from the pressure of the twenty-some foot long digits. Jesse flopped face-first into the throbbing, slimy flesh as her tiny legs were squeezed mercilessly in the grip of the pink, engorged fold. Jesse came up screaming, pounds of gluey, hot fluid formed gigantic strands in protest as she peeled away her tiny face. The distant, rosy cheeked countenance was smiling, the vivid blue eyes locked onto her. The huge features were filled with an equal mixture of pity and amusement. The elegant fingers lifted away and the newly released soft, sizzling flesh plunged. Jesse's little face was slammed again into the pink flesh of the monumental clitoris. The tiny girl cried out in revulsion and began to gag on a mouthful of the horrible byproduct of the skyscraper-sized woman's arousal.

The gigantic fingertips roamed delicately, pushing away and smoothing back errant pubic hairs from around the tiny woman as Jesse painfully vomited onto the wall of flesh she was trapped against. She was completely sick and quite weak, yet she still tried to free herself. Jesse desperately lunged for the fingertips when they came close to her, hoping that her sheer tininess and stickiness might anchor her to them enough for a smooth extrication. Almost all of the fingers folded into the massive hand, crouched like some outcropping of stone where the pubic hair ended and the long, flat belly began. The thumb and forefinger were left and the hand took to the air, the huge digits angling themselves as their long red nails skimmed across the top of the crop of pubic hair.

The mighty thumb and index fingertip carefully lowered over her. The titaness was leaning forward, hunched down low and squinting. Jesse's tiny head and one arm were trapped momentarily between the thick tips of the crimson nails but the enormous blonde realized her mistake before Jesse was fatally crushed. The tiny, struggling woman's middle was captured by the red nail tips which slid down past her upper body and pressed in lightly across her belly and back. Her pitiful head and shoulders were caught as the beautiful digits closed, compressed in the mighty vice of the rough fingertips.

Jesse was pulled up out of the awful crevice and the titaness spread her digits to let go of her. She was once again plastered to a slime coated fingertip. The tiny girl was brutally scraped off of the finger onto the swollen, monstrous button. The beautiful goddess was smiling with a casual ease as her monstrous index finger hovered over Jesse authoritatively. The pretty digit gently countered each of her panicked, desperate attempts at escape, interposing itself between the tiny woman and the golden, moistened pubic hairs. Jesse plastered herself to the intervening fingernail but the goddess merely giggled at the sight of her there before dislodging the frail bug girl against her giant clitoris. The tiny woman tired quickly and within a few moments she was cemented like a fragment of cooked pasta to the throbbing, glistening edifice. Jesse lay trapped in a shock induced stupor, her eyes wide and mouth panting spasmodically.

The distant face smiled between her intakes of charged, aroused breaths. Her enormous fingernail tenderly, almost remorsefully touched Jesse before the huge digit stroked across her, feeling the tiny quivering body. Jesse was softly crushed beneath the ridged pad and slowly ground against the throbbing sex before it retreated.

The huge hand swept down past Jesse. The length of it rolled past her overhead like a slowly moving subway train and revealed it's inner wrist. The massive fingers plunged between the captured fabric and the pubic hair covered slope as the wrist yawed back and forth. Massive tendons showed hints of themselves as alternate long, thin valleys and bulging crop furrows in the expanse of soft skin as the terrible digits were worked at some hidden task.

Jesse instantly knew the sound, even though it was only that, only some garbled, frantic vocalization. The pitch, the flavor and texture of that gravelly cry. She knew that voice as well as she knew her own and her stomach was immediately painful in it's mournful tightening. Jesse had never heard Steve in such a terrible, mortal panic. She wanted to weep but nothing came forth as the grotesque bundle of huge muscles she lay trapped against grew hotter as the entire massive button lifted. Jesse's bonds of organic, dreadfully feminine glue grew tighter as the surface she lay against swelled in circumference.

The awe-inspiring thumb swung wide over her and fattened as it dove, the massive, gently concave underside of the thumbnail barely missed poor tiny Jesse. The thick digit plowed through the field of slime tainted hairs, hooking itself beneath the fabric it held back before pulling it away. The massive wrist flew backwards and disappeared, being replaced by the curved rolls and bulges of the hand's palm. Then the entire hand was free from the sports fabric and panties.

The huge hand rolled over above Jesse and the air it displaced in it's motion drove away the humid awfulness for a few moments. Jesse fought to breathe as the beautiful hand ascended to in front of Mike's beautiful mother Linda's moon-sized face. A thunderous laugh split the air and Jesse's chest hurt. A distant, almost lost scream floated down to the tiny woman. The pretty face was grinning, the blue eyes were locked on to one fingertip that had been lifted slightly higher than the rest of them.

The huge beauty puckered and softly blew across her fingertip as the panicked screams escalated. A moment later the hair just beyond Jesse's huge, throbbing captor rustled as sweet breath swept across the entire tanned slope. Jesse watched in horror as the goddess smiled delightedly and slowly brought her thumb against the fingertip which had enraptured her. The screams were horrible as the massive digit closed the distance. Then silence as the blonde woman touched her fingertips together.

The gigantic beauty looked past her hand down to where tiny Jesse lay trapped. She smiled down on her from the sky overhead as she brought her fingertips to her mouth. She focused on what lay between her digits once again, the very tip of her tongue peeked from between her fascinated mouth's vast lips. She tasted the tiny thing she held, slowly stroking whatever it was against the colossal pink protrusion.

The hand rolled over, fingers pointing down and it was descending. In a moment the distant fingertips were much too large to be sane and filled the space directly overhead. Jesse could see plainly see exactly what she already knew and her mind rejected the scene's undeniable exposition. Jesse shut tight her eyes and whimpered as she trembled.

His screaming filled Jesse's ears, only faltering when it was muffled against Mike's mother's tremendous, ragingly aroused anatomy. His voice broke, thinned and strained into a choking, hoarse whistle. Jesse's tiny slime covered belly was hammered by something coarse and bristly. Her tiny eyes fluttered open as her shuddering breath was forced from her. All she could see were Linda Johnson's fingertips, to close to be much more than fields of glossy red and ridged texture. Steve's face was pressed against her neck as he screamed. That writhing, glistening face was dragged down the length of her as he coughed.

For one moment, almost accidentally their eyes met. His face was incredulous, slackened stupidly before horror filled it.

"Steve?"

"Oh... Oh God no..."

"Help me, Steve. Please? Please help-"

Steve's eyes became huge and they were shining preternaturally.

"Jesse?"

His face twisted grotesquely and he let out a roar before his eyes fluttered, rolling upwards. Then Steve's head hung slack like some dead weight on the end of his neck. The enormous pretty fingertips which gently gripped his tiny form ran that inanimate face across Jesse's tiny body as she bawled, shivering at the touch. The flesh around her was quaking and the air was filled with the sound of vast panting.

Jesse watched in wide-eyed horror as tiny, limp Steve was plunged beneath what the massive thumb held in check. She could hear the gigantic fingers playing with his tiny form, the squelch and ferocious gurgle of the hot fluid being displaced against downy soft pink folds. Everything was shaking, shuddering rhythmically. Jesse began squealing as the thumb reared upwards, releasing it's portion of the waistband and panties. The twisted fabric wall expanded, rolling towards her like a low tidal wave and bunching up the brassy, slick hairs.

The thick, dense pad of the monumental thumb lowered over her. Jesse was claimed by it, trapped beneath it's unstoppable weight. It felt her, running over her tiny outline carefully before it dominated her, stroking against her helpless body and pressing her forcefully into the grievously huge sex.

The thumb left her alone suddenly, sweeping away to attend to the stubborn waistband. The other hand withdrew from brutalizing poor Steve. The hand hovered just above her, wet with the horrible, musky fluid. It's monstrous thumb was joined by it's companion index finger and they fell towards Jesse. They gathered her up and her dangling, paralyzed form was stroked across the pink, hardened monster like a little twist of facial tissue dabbing at joyful tears. Her tiny head and arms were cruelly used against the blonde's erogenous enormity. As vast, cruel Linda fought not to cry out the insect-sized woman suddenly went limp, finally surrendering to unconsciousness from the shock of it all.

Linda gathered up the tiny doll-girl between her fingertips protectively as she rode the deep orgasm out, fighting the urge to fold her legs tightly into herself and collapse onto the couch. She quenched a deep twitch as tiny Steve's hands sought purchase beyond her steaming and sensitive gateway. She shuddered with satisfaction as she brushed the tiny woman's motionless yet wonderful legs against her lower lip. They felt like the soft bristles of an artist's paintbrush and she drew in a shaky breath as she smiled.

The tiny unconscious college girl was gently wiped off of Linda's fingertips on to the front part of her tongue. She quickly cleaned the stickiness from her, almost coming to a second orgasm as she did so. The tiny thing was gently retrieved and she looked her over as she lay plastered and unmoving across the pad of her well-kept thumb. With a tiny jolt her unfortunate pet was once again awake. Linda smiled and captured her in a pinch, bringing the tiny thing to her spacious, gasping mouth. Tiny, gurgling moans of revulsion reached Linda's delighted ears.

"Oh, my precious little bug-girl! Oh my! You are... You are the best present my son has ever given for my birthday. Socks? Cheap jewelry? Workout videos? Sweaters? No, no, no. I should call them stupid, useless things. But they never were that, you see, Brenda-fairy. They all had uses. I appreciated them. But you, why are you for some reason my favorite present of all? I mean, to be honest, you are a stupid, useless thing. But I like that! That is just an invitation to do stupid, useless and senseless things… to you."

Linda leaned forward until all that Jesse could see was her delighted mouth. The tiny thing was wailing, beating her open palms against the bulging swell of the enormous thumb tip. The breath was vaguely minty and tiny bubbles of saliva popped occasionally deep beyond the huge perfect teeth with cheerful crackling noises.

Linda whispered, "you should have chose my son. But you didn't."

Linda lowered the screeching, unintelligible fairy-like girl down to the enormous foot which rested sideways in front of her crotch. She delicately held the tiny struggling form against the long wrinkle at the base of her big toe's pad. Linda relished slowly bending her big toe in a slow and infinitely gentle scrunch. As the crevice at that toe joint deepened Linda softly deposited her tiny sticky body lengthwise within it. A moment later she had let go of the dark-haired girl and watched as she babbled and screeched, clawing futilely as the toe wrinkle deepened. As the little fairy-girl clawed the flesh swelled and bulged over her from both sides of the colossal toe, burying her, hiding her almost completely from view.

Linda giggled as the musical little screams from her crotch made it to her ears. Steve did not like his adventure, not one bit. Linda held her foot perfectly still as she retrieved her phone. It was not long now. But the cab was far enough away that Linda could bask in her power for a while longer. Then she would have to make travel arrangements for her fragile, dearly loved but unfortunately belated birthday presents. Linda stroked a huge fingertip across the tiny spray of dark hair which persisted beyond the gently closed crevice of flesh. She smiled and leaned back with a deeply aroused and aching sigh.

Linda had to finally remind herself that her new playthings were fragile. She begrudgingly propped her foot onto her thigh, her sole facing her. She slowly straightened her big toe, revealing the tiny naked body which was plastered to the broad base where her meaty toe pad began. As she watched in fascination, her tiny Brenda doll peeled herself away from her flesh with a cry of horror. The little thing wailed mournfully as she took in the vast, almost dune-like furrowed sole stretched out behind her. The girl's tearful eyes reluctantly followed the giant leg to the knee and then turned away quickly. Linda dimpled her face with a slight frown as she realized her captured fairy was intentionally not looking up at her.

Linda leaned forward, bring her face lower over her foot. The tiny thing froze, on hands and knees in the center of her upturned big toe, sensing the air above her churn as something immeasurably huge moved through it.

"Such a pretty little thing, aren't you?"

Linda pressed her fingertips into the middle of her sole as she stared at the tiny thing on her toe. The girl flinched and screams were her reward as she massaged her sole lightly. Linda slid her fingertips towards her toes, the red nail-tips divoting her flesh. The little girl shrieked at the approach of the impossible hand and she scrambled down off of the big toe. She tumbled, pitching forward raggedly as she reached the long pillar of Linda's second toe.

"Oh shit!"

Linda clenched her toes and managed to catch her tiny sprite. The tiny scream was cut short as the pitiful little thing became trapped between and underneath two long clenched toes. A tiny hand slapped the thick skin, and Linda could feel her struggle.

"You're just reckless in every way, aren't you? Well, it's good I came along then. I can look after you, make sure you do things that are in your own best interest."

Linda gathered her tiny kicking legs up in a gentle pinch. With a smile, she decided to make it difficult on her. Linda very slowly dragged her upper body out from between her now gently clasping toes. She liked the feathery, delicate sensation of the tiny body sliding across the sensitive skin of her toe crevice. Linda paused for a moment as the girl sobbed heavily. She could feel the quavering, broken breaths shudder through her tiny chest and back. It was delightful and Linda was frozen as she relished it. A babbling, pleading tirade reached her ears as the little girl kicked and scratched.

"Temper, temper! My goodness, Brenda-bug! Have some patience with me, please! You've gotten yourself in quite a pickle! Don't you even want to be rescued?"

The tiny thing's body tensed between her fingertips. A second later her tantrum started again. Linda smiled and with great care tightened the toes which still held her. Muffled sounds reached her ears as the beautiful girl ceased her outburst, shuddering. Then there was a tiny sensation on the inside of Linda's third toe. The desperate young lady had pressed her face into the sickening, monstrous flesh and bit down as hard as she could.

Linda gasped as her eyes grew wide. She giggled furiously and the pretty fingertips which gently held half of the tiny form shook slightly with her mirth. She let go of the tiny legs and slowly spread wide her toes. A single word was screamed repeatedly as Linda watched with fascination, she surmised it could only be 'no!' in response to her movement. She estimated that to the shrunken girl, it was a thirty foot drop from her toes to the couch below. A broad smile crossed the blonde's face as her plaything urgently decided to cling tightly to a long, well pampered toe's trunk.

Linda could barely keep from slipping her fingers down into her tights again. She frowned childishly as she realized that she needed to get ready to greet the taxi. She pressed a fingertip into the girl's back, keeping her in place as she shut her toes in a gentle scrunch, immobilizing her tiny limbs in soft, hot crevices. Linda sat in thought, ignoring the tiny cries and she frowned slightly, flaring her nostrils in response to the eventual and repeated fairy-bites. Where would she keep her new-found playthings? The best choice would be to tuck them into her purse, but Linda was worried that all of the objects within might beat and crush them to a pulp should the purse get jostled. Little Steve could not be kept where he was, she knew that he definitely needed a break from his ordeal. Linda chewed on her bottom lip as she gazed at the miniature panting girl.

Linda rummaged through the medicine cabinet in the drab, utilitarian bathroom. She smiled as she checked the contents of the red and white paper box. Of course, so typical of college kids, there was only one left. Linda came back into the living room and waved to the exhausted fairy-girl who sat huddled within the overturned shot glass. She lay back on the couch and fished a hand down into her panties, cultivated fingertips softly probing through her blonde valley for the little troublemaker. In a moment he was discovered and with a simple swipe she produced a tiny, glistening Steve. Linda raised him carefully to her face. He was plastered face down to her middle fingertip, and she smiled as she brought him up close to her eyes.

“Was it beautiful, Steve, like I told you? Was it everything you hoped it would be? Well, I'm not like those other girls you might have been with, you know, before. I expect you to take care of me, because you're really a gentleman, aren't you? A nice boy, right? Stay with me, Steven, forever. We didn't just do... that. I gave you my heart, Steven. It was so much more than just, well, you know, that.”

Linda brought him up to a huge blue eye and stared at him, silently, for a whole minute. She withheld her smile, endeavoring to break him down a little with just her silent presence. The poignant, wonderful juxtaposition. Steve was breathing heavily, he looked tired and as she watched a weak tiny hand wiped dense, cloying liquid from his face. He lay there, on the tip of her finger and stared back, eyes huge, his panting, gaping mouth down turned in a frown of terror. Linda pulled him away from her eye and smiled demurely.

"We're going to be so happy together, Steven. Just pure domestic bliss. I'll cook all your meals for you. Just think, every night when you get home from work, after you've eaten your big dinner, I'll fetch your pipe for you. Then you can sit and read the newspaper, and I'll rub your feet as I tell you about my day cleaning our lovely house and chatting with the other housewives in the neighborhood. Maybe we'll even get a little Scottie dog. It will be just like I imagined when I was a little girl playing with my dolls."

Linda brought her thumb down over tiny Steve. He never reacted, never broke that empty, horrified gaze as the enormous thumb sealed down against him in a gentle pinch. Linda gently rolled his tiny, limp body between the pads of her fingertips for a moment as she grinned monstrously. She leaned back in the couch and raised her shirt. She positioned Steve into her bellybutton, and smeared him off of her fingertip. She giggled as she peered down at him, daintily nudging and rearranging his slack limbs until he was curled fully within her navel. Linda retrieved the last Band-Aid and peeled off the waxy adhesive shields. She carefully centered the gauzy rectangle over her navel and pressed it home, anchoring the sticky, perforated wings against her skin and safely partitioning Steve from the dangerous, giant outside world.

Linda's precious fairy-girl was not as easy. Linda worked off her opal ring and set it down next to the shot glass. Her finger ring had a nice, tall platform of openwork rococo vines out of white gold that the semiprecious stone was captured on top of. Linda lowered herself down next to the coffee table and eyed the tiny woman. She would fit, thankfully. The little Brenda knew what was happening, Linda had glanced at her several times as she had dealt with Steve. She knew that the dark-haired beauty saw and most likely heard everything. The tiny thing was crouching warily, her back against the shot glass at the farthest point from Linda's huge form.

Linda tore off a tiny piece of the tissue and folded it up into a tiny pillow. She tamped it in place against the rough, cold stone inside of her ring with a pinky fingernail. Linda brought both her beautiful hands over the shot glass. With one she removed the glass and with the other she pressed the tiny, fleeing girl to the table with a deft index finger. She was screaming and flailing. Linda increased the pressure on her until her struggling stopped. She gently plucked her up and brought the Brenda-fairy to her face.

"You're going to do what I say or I will do very naughty things to you, fairy-girl."

The tiny thing spit, it landed on Linda's thumbnail. Just what she expected. Linda reached out with her other hand. She brought her thumbnail to the tiny throat. The miniature girl began bawling, begging in her tiny voice for mercy.

"I can always get another birthday present. Do you have any brothers or sisters, fairy-girl? I think I'll just pop off your little head and go through your purse. There has to be some way I can get a home address. After all, this is the age of the Internet. Maybe I can catch your whole family at Sunday dinner sometime. Ooh, now that's an idea! I could just lay back on my bed with a teacup full of your tiny, naked family. Are they all as attractive as you? Because, you know, if not, well…"

She was weeping heavily, her tiny head thrown back as the long red thumbnail hovered a moment away from her throat. Linda withdrew her thumb and gently laid the girl in her palm. She placed a small square of tissue on the palm next to her.

"Get in the center of that. Good girl, now curl up in a tiny little girly-ball. Good girl! Now hold still."

Linda wrapped her fairy-girl in the tissue. She brought her ring up to her palm and gently scooted her prize inside of it. Linda slowly worked her ring back onto her finger. When she was done she held her hand up and smiled. She closed her hand into a fist and brought it to her mouth. She whispered, "good girl, Brenda. Now you be quiet in there. We are going for a long ride."

As Linda walked through the parking lot towards the pool house she realized that she had somehow been transformed. As she took in the life happening around her she noticed there was the absence of a nearly instinctive mechanism she had always relied upon, as most people do. The subtle, but automatic and perpetual assessment of threat she had always leveled at strangers was now completely gone. Linda idly wondered if this was how those who were exceptionally large, or capable, or even perhaps the outwardly intimidating felt as they passed through the world.

The interior of the cab was scuffed on nearly every surface. It smelled like an industrial floor cleaner and it's seat was stiff. As soon as Linda had instructed the driver and strapped in she retrieved her phone. She began streaming a movie, but she did not use her headphones, instead keeping the volume low yet just loud enough to drown out any tiny cries. Linda's own tiny passengers kept her company, she delighted in their tiny movements, little caresses, the most delicate of sensations against her. Linda was not just a terrible force but she was also a place now, her belly button a tiny isolation cell, the skin on the back of her ring finger the warm, darkly golden floor of a tiny cage.

It was not complete darkness. As with anything mass-produced and intended to be eventually discarded, the ring box was not carefully executed. There was enough light spilling through the crookedly affixed lid that even while closed Mike could see quite well. It had been almost an entire day now that Mike had been left alone here. He was weak with hunger and dreadfully thirsty. The taste in his mouth was awful. At first it was the strong, disgusting taste of nail polish accelerant. But through time and with the help of unclean teeth and a lack of water the taste had changed into something stronger and somehow even more foul. Mike likened it to the taste of perhaps rancid tree bark. Was there such a thing? Had anyone who had ever lived experienced that?

Mike did not like such an open-ended question. Such a thing caused him to remember those strange shows he would occasionally see when he was a child. Showcases of the incredible, the curiosities of the world outside of the West. Footage of men who ran spikes and sword blades through their tongues. Recollections of people dining happily on monkey's brains. The savored ingestion of insects, the Masai who drank a mixture of cows' milk and cow's blood. Headhunter's spooky miscellanea and the Nazca lines. On and on, a parade of sensationalized and out of context tradition, misunderstood and coarsely handled, mixed with things and actions which truly were the bizarre. The exotic and frightening which could not be contained or partitioned away in a carnival sideshow.

Mike did not like these particular images any longer. His friends and he loved such things for time when they were very young. They traded these grotesques, seeking them in library books or television and they recounted them poorly but excitedly to one another. They were like campfire ghost stories, but somehow better. The fascinations of ten-year-old boys, to whom the world was wild with potential and excitement. But…

Sleeping on a bed of coarse, stiff, barely recognizable toilet paper? Squatting naked and bruised in the corner of an enormous plastic ring box? Were there such things? Had anyone who had ever lived experienced this? What about suddenly being reduced to the size of an insect? What about being captured and tormented by your own mother? Suffering the horror of being cast directly upon the abruptly cyclopean landscapes of another person's body? Floundering, clawing and crying beneath the awning of a monstrous toenail? Were there really such things? Could anyone who had ever lived ever experienced this before?

There was a sound in the distance. Mike quickly stood up and held his breath, listening. Thunderous jingling, metallic thunder and then a mechanical shriek. It was like a hellish horse nickering through a culvert pipe: the weather seal of an enormous front door giving way and groaning as the huge aperture was swung open. Mike could hear the approaching steps of the titaness. They were appropriately thunderous, she was moving with purpose, covering miles of linoleum breathtakingly fast. Then Mike instinctively knew she was in the enormous room around him beyond his stupid little quarters. He could feel her movement through the floor, everything swayed slightly like standing in a moving train carriage waffling in a strong wind. He heard a purse being set down some place close and then artificial light brightened his cell. She moved away then, back into the house somewhere.

It was almost an hour before Linda's thunderous steps approached again. What had she been doing back there?

"Mikey, Mikey!" 

Sections of the bright horizontal crack between the lid and the box's body were blotted out by the enormous flesh of fingers. Mike's room tilted slightly as it rose slowly and he was thrown to the floor. The ascension took much longer than Mike had hoped for, he realized, and he hated it. He was filled with a dreadful anticipation and his body had time enough to make him feel even worse as his muscles and nervous system futilely tried to prepare him. Mike realized that the fight or flight reaction was hellish and destructive when neither choice was ever available at all. He gritted his teeth as his stomach growled and fluttered. But, there was something else, and it made Mike supremely unhappy. His cock grew hard. Fight, flight or fuck, Mike thought to himself, perhaps his mother Linda had truly turned him into an insect. This was the single instruction set of tiny, simple and inconsequential things. Tears came to his eyes and despite his almost painful frown Mike caught himself smiling bitterly.

The ring box floated, ceasing it's upward movement. Mike could smell her favorite perfume. Then there were deep, loud thumps and the large, shiny plastic hinges squeaked at something impacted the lid.

"Let's see how my little entertainer is faring."

The hinges groaned as the lid was forced open. Just in front of and above Mike was a fantastical, sculptural gate, a mortifying entryway composed of little pieces of his mother's body. These were the upper halves of her enormous, deliriously scaled fingertips which rose into the air on each side of him, jutting well beyond the tiny walls of his prison cell. Mike did not need a reminder of his mother's status in comparison with him. But, the evidence was suddenly all around him and it was potent enough to make his stomach hurt. His mother was quite simply an omnipotent goddess now. She was casually gripping his confinement chamber between just a thumb and forefinger. The hillock of thumb pad compressed slightly, fattening and bulging out over the wall of his ominously creaking cell. Between and beyond these feminine gate pillars which held Mike's cell floated his mother, Linda's, vast face.

"Oh! Look at that! You're awake! I hope you feel better, Mikey. You gave me quite a scare."

Mike's scalp tingled with an uncontrollable panic as the beautiful face smiled down on him. He began to tremble as his mother's other hand swept upwards over his little ring box. A flawless index fingertip stroked the box's wall closest to her face, causing Mike to worry instinctively that she might crush him.

"I bet you're thirsty aren't you? Let's just get you out of there. I want you to go to the center there and stand still for me, please."

The finger withdrew slightly and her thumb joined it, both transforming into a pinch. Mike did as he was told and watched as his mother's pleasant mouth pursed. The scrupulously well-kept fingertips invaded the tiny room from above, entirely filling it. Mike was gently grasped, plucked out like a matchstick. She was moving again, but Mike could not see anything other than the hot, ridged flesh sealed around him. A moment later he was deposited in a palm. He was confronted by the enormous cliff of nicely clothed flat tummy and the distant, immense breasts that comprised his rather limited view of his own mother. He could tell by the window behind him that they were over the kitchen sink. Linda started the water as she hummed to herself. She seemed very happy about something.

"Here," the index fingertip lowered next to him, the long convex nail studded with enormous droplets of water the size of Mike's head, "maybe I need to get a bottle cap and fill it up for you, but for now this will have to do."

Mike was pretty sure that his titanic mother preferred this option. He nervously crawl on all fours across the very stable yet always subtly wavering palm. He did not dare to stand and move, that was far too dangerous. All trepidation was driven from him by the prospect of water, even water offered like this. Linda's prone fingertip was almost as tall as he was, his shoulders and head barely cleared the top of the nail. Mike lapped at the closest droplet, placing his tiny hands against the red surface to steady himself. He found out that it was best to pierce the almost magical surface tension with his tongue and then as the huge droplet glommed to his cheeks like something static charged, to drink quickly, holding his breath.

When he was nearly sated he looked up at the enormous being above him. She was caught in a strange expression, a sort of tenderness, very close to the motherly bearing Mike used to know. But something else was mixed with it. A haughty, confident hunger, perhaps a sort of perverse satisfaction. Mike was starting to be able to read this new version of Linda. She was somewhat aroused, he wagered, probably the sight of his tiny, unafraid form so close to her fingertip coupled with the fact that he was drinking water droplets from her fingernail. He was just so fucking precious now. Mike snarled in disgust and gave her a little show, clambering up onto her colossal finger and laying down against the static digit's bowed nail. It was like resting on a much wider, much longer, more convex version of a Volkswagen Bug's hood, replicated in four inch thick material. Mike noticed his mother's breathing change subtly as he drank in the strange, almost gelatinized droplet. He laughed to himself bitterly.

The enormous fingertip shifted, tilting backwards slightly. Mike slid on the cool lacquer and he stopped himself with his tiny hands just past the tidily maintained cuticle. Linda's face lowered, her massive head's movement caused strong eddies of warm air to spill across her palm. She was grinning at Mike who was perched on her finger like the pale stone of some invisible ring.

"I think I need to give you a bath. I bet you're all sticky, aren't you? Stinky and sticky."

The digit tilted steeply and Mike slid from the long fingernail, ending up in a pile of arms and legs in front of it. "Oops!" Linda was smug. He was gently prodded by her nail before the colossus withdrew her finger. Mike watched as his mother pondered her index finger in front of her face. A sly smile lit up her face as she rubbed her fingertips softly together.

"You have such tiny ribs, don't you, Mikey? When I pick you up I bet I could easily hurt you without even knowing it. It seems that I've been careful enough so far with you. But, maybe we should try a new way? Something that doesn't involve closing my great big fingers against your teeny-tiny body? Hmm? Let me try picking you up in a… a bit less complicated of a manner," Mike watched in horror as his mother touched the tip of her tongue to her fingertip, "let's see if this is less risky, okay?"

Mike recoiled, ending up on his back in horror as the beautiful hand rotated over above him, "no! Please, mom! This is a terrible idea! This won't be any better! No! No! No!" His mother wasn't listening to his pleas at all as she smiled perniciously, bringing her massive finger down over him like a cut tree in slow-motion free fall.

Linda grinned as her index finger slowly chased the tiny, slowly moving form across her vast palm. "This won't be so bad, Mikey. I promise. Mommy picks up tiny things your size all the time like this. Pebbles and stray beads. Little pieces of dirt. Grains of rice." The enormous blue eyes followed Mike as he crawled cautiously away from her digit. "Ah, ah ah! Where do you think you're going to go?" With a soft giggle the thick red edge of her fingernail knocked him backwards into a heap. The colossal fingertip gently tidied up Mike's naked body with it's nail, pushing his tiny sprawling limbs together. "I promise I'll be gentle," Mike became trapped beneath her hulking digit, his bones popped slightly as the dense, wet pad sealed down over him. He was overwhelmed completely, his pitiful face was forced into her hot spit as it filled every crevice between his tiny limbs. There were loud, vulgar sounds of the air being voided from around his body.

Mike found himself swept upwards into the air, the entire front of his tiny form adhered to his mother's hot saliva. He was slowly rotated as he struggled and choked until he lay stuck facedown on top of her fingertip. Mike found himself looking down the thick, tilted index finger, almost twenty feet of it sloped beyond his perch, to his scale. Beyond his mother's finger was her fist. It was comprised of the huddled row of her index finger's enormous folded sisters, surmounted by a massive, elegant thumb that almost seemed to be standing guard over it's much more graceful charges.

Mike was slowly raised up in front of an immense blue eye as he retched and blew the thick saliva away from his mouth and nose. He felt smaller than ever, clinging to the end of his mother's fingertip as she looked him over like an orphaned shirt button she had found on the floor.

"How was that? Mommy thought that was a lot easier, but you don't look so happy. Maybe I'll save that little technique for when you make me angry, hmm? Well, let's get you clean, little bug. Don't worry, of course I'll be gentle. I wouldn't want to crush any of these teeny-tiny little bones."

Mike's skyscraper-sized parent ran the tap for a bit as her upturned hand hovered just beyond it's stream. He was forced to dam his ears with the palms of his hands against the ferocious roar of the impacting water far below him. When she approved of the temperature, Linda began to bathe him. A quick swipe of her pinky across the soap dispenser and then through the stream of water was all it took for cleanser.

Mike struggled to adjust to this new hell. Despite his mother's best interests their size difference meant that he was robbed of breath with each tiny movement of her stroking pinky finger. Though the bath was quick, Mike was nearly unconscious from oxygen deprivation and the gentle probing and crushing of her fingertip. After his rinse, he could only lay there. He was limply splayed and gasping, laying haphazardly across the elephantine seams of her fleshy, pillowed palm.

The massive hand Mike lay in came closer to Linda's five story tall face. He passed through the outer, silvery curtains of her hair which framed her bowed head. Linda's gorgeous mouth and nose confronted him. The massive lips pursed and gently blew across his tiny body. Mike was forced to shut his eyes and he cried out in surprise as the cloying, strangely thick and resilient water droplets were driven off of him. This was not a pleasant experience, each water droplet was roughly the size of his fist and they pulled at his skin as they slid across it. Mike really had no analogue, no prior experience at his normal size like this. It felt like silky, quickly flowing tar, perhaps like fist-sized dollops of uncongealed rubber racing across and being peeled from his flesh. Not exactly like either possible oddity, but it was definitely not pleasant.

The huge lips slid away into a smile, revealing those massive, perfect teeth. Linda's voice made his eyes blur with each syllable. "Are you clean now, Mikey? No more nasty stuff on you from your little stay under my toenail?" Her smile grew even larger, fueled by her cruel amusement.

Linda's nostrils flared for a moment and Mike regretted looking up the length of that enormous face. His mother no longer looked human to him in a strange way. Perhaps it was because almost any piece of her larger than her frightening, immaculate fingers or toes was a very real landscape to him. She was more of a collection of vaguely familiar, unique geometries sculpted from vast tracts of flesh than anything else. The varied textures of her endless skin was almost more prevalent to Mike than what massive shape her skin ultimately formed.

Mike would never get used to gazing upon his mother's immense eyes. They, and her nose and mouth seemed to be the only things besides her digits which gave her an easily accessible identity. Outside of these features, Mike could be witnessing the awful, macroscopic majesty of some other random, middle-aged, tanned blonde beauty from perhaps a wide selection of the world's most touristy tropical beaches or ski slopes. After all, thought Mike, where else would one easily find so many of his mother's basic archetype from which to sample?

Mike was not the only one lost in thought. Linda's lower lip bulged and then buckled inwards, sliding and twisting mischievously to one side. The vast, upturned hand twisted slightly as the titaness looked him over. Mike felt the skin of her palm beneath him harden and swell as the immense musculature rippled into action. The curled, slender towers of his mother's relaxed fingers tightened as they bent downwards over him. Mike scrambled out from the shadowy, collapsing cove as four massive fingernails pressed into the hollow of her palm followed quickly by each bulging, well hydrated fingertip. Linda giggled at his plight and then looked over her nails.

"Do you like the polish job you did, Mikey? Of course you do, you can never get enough of my sexy fingers and toes, can you? But, while I appreciate your help, I think you're just too tiny to do it all on your own. Hmm. Maybe I'll shrink some more people. Would you like that? Then they could take care of everything, leaving you free to enjoy the fruits of their labors." The monstrous digits relaxed, sweeping upwards to become a grove of slightly curled pillars once again. The hand slowly elevated, bringing Mike closer to her eyes.

"You love being tiny, don't you, Mikey?" Linda's eyes were mischievous. Her other hand rose above the pillowed, fleshy ledge he lay upon. His mother's thumb and index finger flexed closely together, almost touching each other in a pinch. They slid across her palm, just above her skin at him. "You want to stay like this, don't you? Provided that I'm the one charge, hmm?"

Mike tried to backpedal away from her, but it was useless. The massive digits dipped and caught him from his head down to his waist. The ridged, elliptical structures of dense flesh pressed into him from both sides, flooding his tiny form with tremendous heat. His tiny legs kicked as he shuddered, breathtaken and blind. Mike could still hear his skyscraper-sized parent's voice, though it was quite muted.

"You're happy even if I take advantage of this sexy little body, right? You're always going to be absolutely fine with everything I do. Completely peachy. With the only caveat being that I treat you like a bug. Like an object."

The vast fingertips parted and for a moment Mike was adhered to her thumb. The surface tension was broken and he fell the short distance back to his mother's palm. She gently pet him beneath her index finger.

"My son Mike. Hmm. You would be still out in the world right now, but your behavior made me change my mind. My son Mike, who thinks dirty thoughts about his own mother. My son Mike, the male stripper. My son Mike, the masochist."

Linda's index finger rolled Mike over onto his back. She smirked and whispered, "do you see why you're here now? You needed to be taken out of the world so that you couldn't embarrass me. But really, Mikey, that's just an excuse. If I'm honest with you, well, mommy just couldn't resist."

Linda's pinky finger was back and it lowered over Mike, like a giant, predatory beast, "It's been so long since I've had any toys at all. But, you're not just any toy, Mikey, you are a perfect specimen. You really wanted to be my tiny pet. Mmm. You're going to be the pride of my collection." The massive fingernail pushed his tiny legs apart and nudged his hard shaft. Then the great bulk of her fingertip lowered gently onto the top of him.

"I want you to wrap those tiny arms and legs around mommy. Can you do that for me, Mikey?" Mike shivered as he did so, feeling the press of his tiny, hard cock into the dense skin. Linda carefully lifted him free of her hand and brought her tiny prize up to her eyes. His tiny face was buried against her fingerprint, he looked frightened of his predicament, yet he almost imperceptably was grinding his hips against her fingertip.

"There, right where you belong, Mikey. Wrapped around my little finger like a pretty piece of jewelry." Linda grinned widely and slowly slid her fingertip into her mouth, ignoring the tiny, surprised yelps and pleas. She softly hummed as she slowly explored the tiny form.

After Mike's humiliation and awkward release Linda placed him back into the ring box with a dresser sized crumb of bread. She gently closed the box with the promise that she would be back soon.

Linda paid for her cab and made her way into her home. Setting down her purse she paused for a moment, giddy to lay eyes on the little ring box sitting in the center of her table. There would be time for him very, very soon. But Linda had passengers that needed to disembark and be tended to. As she padded back to her bedroom she took a mental inventory of what was in the storage closet.

Linda hummed to herself as she rummaged through the closet, Mike was still a part of this family, in a way, though the term "family" itself seemed ridiculous. The divorce had reduced the family to only two. Reduced. Linda smiled. Now the family consisted of herself and a son who could be helplessly trapped beneath a bottle cap. Still, Mike deserved to be there, after all, this was personal for him. Perhaps this would prove cathartic for Mike. She hoped so. Mike needed to know. Besides, whether this was done in front of Mike or not, these were presents, proper birthday presents. There had to be some decorum, something to mark the occasion in her mind. Linda found a box from a pair of earrings that she had kept, and she retrieved wrapping paper as well.

She laid her supplies on her bed and moved to her bathroom, the earring box in hand. Linda deposited the box on the counter and opened it. With great care and gentleness she eased the ring from her finger, keeping it oriented upside down the entire time. She slowly raised the upturned ring to one of her eyes and with bated breath she focused on the tiny white bundle secreted within. Half a minute went by, and then, apparently sensing that there would be no further movement, the tissue within the ring's hollow rustled, and with great effort it was pushed away. Linda giggled as the tiny head and shoulders rose up out of the white, crumpled nest.

The tiny girl cried out, startled by the sound and she turned. Linda grinned broadly as the fairy-girl fell backwards, disappearing down into the tissue at the sight of the intrusive blue eye.

"There's no reason to be shy! You made it! Brenda-bug, I'm so glad you came! Perhaps I'll show you the rest of the house later, but right now wouldn't you like to freshen up a bit? Hmm?"

Linda tipped the ring into a waiting palm. Both pieces of tissue, her fairie's protective covering and the tiny cushion tumbled out. The little passenger sprawled face down against Linda's thick, sensitive skin. As she watched, the tiny girl rolled over and quickly hazarded a frantic look upwards at her face before scrambling into the hollow, tomato shaped protective wrapper. The titaness smiled, lowering her face over her hand.

"Where did she go? I thought I saw her for second, but she's gone! Wow! A happy ending for tiny Brenda, just like that! Well, with her gone, off to have a happy life, I guess I don't need these shreds of tissue anymore. Into the toilet with them."

Linda grasped the tiny cushion between her nails and then swiftly dropped it into the toilet. Frantic cries erupted from the hollow ball and the tiny girl crawled out awkwardly from her concealment. Linda's fingertips closed on the fairy-wrapper and she smiled, pinching it flat between them where it sat. The diminutive girl recoiled, pulling her legs away protectively from the huge digits. The enormous fingertips darkened the tissue slightly with shed skin oils as Linda rolled it into a tiny ball. Linda brought the wad up close to the fairy-girl and held it still for a moment before dropping it in front of her.

"Aren't you glad that you weren't in there?"

Linda slowly flicked the tissue wad with an elegant nail into the bathroom mirror.

"All done! Now, let's see, do you just need to powder your little nose, or do you require a bath to make you presentable?"

Linda lowered her middle finger down and the dark-haired beauty fell to her back, anything to prevent the repulsive touch. Linda's fingertip shadowed her as the fairy crawled backwards, elbows and heels sending charming, tiny sensations whispering through her palm. The nice smelling, ridged skin contacted her and she was arrested completely. The plump pad sealed down over her before it slid down the entire length of her tiny, screaming form and raised again, hovering for another pass.

"Hmm. I don't know, Brenda. This is going to be a casual gathering, but… Wait a second. What's this?"

The fingertip lightly touched down again. The fairy-girl was weeping as the digit ran lightly over her lower body. She began screaming and gripped the thick edge of the fingernail tightly in both hands as she pushed against it.

"Brenda! You are all sticky down here!"

Linda lowered her face even further, until it encompassed everything the tiny being could see. She wore a concerned, mildly shocked look upon it. Linda raised her fingertip up from her for a brief moment causing the tiny fairy to lose her grip on the enormous edge of the fingernail, her tiny arms swung wildly as she pitched back to the palm. Linda squinted her eyes as she fought to focus on such a tiny target, peering down upon her monstrously. The young woman's skin was red from Linda's intrusive finger and her tiny face glinted wetly in the bathroom's florescent lights as she wailed one short word repeatedly. Linda's face looked naïvely puzzled, and as the tiny thing covered up her crotch with both hands protectively, Linda frowned.

"Are you trying to hide something from me, or are you just being modest? Is that where you are sticky, Brenda-bug? My goodness! What did you do, pour a gallon of syrup down your pants? For me to feel that, at my size… well."

Linda's fingertip lowered again through the rain of tiny kicks and the five foot diameter monstrosity gently and tentatively probed. The fairy-girl once again latched onto the end of Linda's fingernail, screaming and growling as she pushed against it, her tiny shoulders grinding into the palm in a figure eight.

"You didn't pour a gallon of syrup down your pants. Those little twigs you somehow walk around on aren't sticky at all! God, what's this? Eew. I think I found it."

Linda effortlessly pulled free of the tired sprite's grasp and she held her fingertip up to her face, grimacing as she tilted it in the cold, florescent lighting. Linda slowly shook her head and the middle finger folded to make way for the much more dexterous index finger. The beautiful hand rotated and lowered again over the panting sprite. The huge index fingertip lightly mopped across the tiny hips. The little sprite weakly pounded her fists against the dense, nearly immovable flesh.

"Is this what I think it is?"

The index finger gracefully dipped and as the agitated fairy-girl landed blows on the broad painted surface, the tip of the fingernail lightly scraped across her bush, removing a sample onto the bottom of the broad nail's thick edge with a tiny swipe. Linda raised her finger to her nose and feigned a sniff. She blinked her eyes and her mouth frowned in disgust. The enormous upturned fingertip intruded upon the pitiful creature and the cherry-red, Asgardian sized nail tip was brandished right in front of her face as she shrank back into the pillow of flesh beneath her.

"Smell that. What does that smell like to you? It smells like sex to me. Brenda, did you have sex with someone today?"

The tiny girl erupted in a fountain of over-stimulated tears as the blunt, thick edge touched her face. The enormous fingernail caught under her chin and Linda looked into the seed sized face.

"Who were you having sex with? If you haven't figured it out yet... oh, never mind. You're hopeless! So, you teeny tiny slut...were you and Steve having sex right before I showed up?"

The tiny thing extended her arms over the frightening curved shovel-shelf and ran her hands entreatingly over the bulge of ridged flesh right above the humongous upturned fingernail. Linda could feel every plaintive caress there on the seldom used array of nerve endings. She kept her face stern.

"Did I interrupt Steve and you having sex? Yes or no?"

The tiny thing nodded yes once slowly and then again more confidently, giving in to the terrible acknowledgment. Linda slowly pulled back her fingertip. The tiny wretch eagerly followed it, trying to stop Linda, to make her pay attention, her tiny hands ran across Linda's flesh, even as Linda could plainly see that the desperate act was only barely able to override the young woman's terror of her.

It took everything Linda had not to smile broadly down at her. She stopped moving her pronated fingertip and rested it on her palm, "allowing" the tiny girl to continue touching her with the delicate, miniature hands. When the huge digit stopped the sprite crawled quickly to it. The tiny thing was petting her, she was standing now, next to the upturned, hippopotamus sized fingertip. Her tiny hands ran over the vast, primitive looking ridges of the fingerprint. She was babbling tearfully, her chafed and ruddy naked body pressed against the resting, swollen cushion of flesh. Her arms outstretched, her tiny fingers implored Linda to listen to her, and she occasionally looked up at the titaness as she pressed her tiny hands, reverently stroking and tracing the tight heart of the swirls. Linda held her face appropriately composed, and the tiny thing was speaking with a quavering, broken voice.

"I'm sorry, tiny Brenda, but I can't understand a word you're saying. You are just too tiny, you see. We should get you cleaned up for the party. Mike will be there. You should think about what you're going to say to him."

The fairy-girl jerked her head back, her eyes large enough that even Linda could see the change, the terror. She began screaming a rapid panicked stream of words. As she continued, the tiny thing threw herself across Linda's upturned fingertip. The tiny head was thrown back again, dark hair bouncing, and a piercing, agonized falsetto erupted from her tiny mouth. Linda could almost understand her, but it was too faint, too garbled and tainted with hysteria. Linda knew well enough the whole idea behind it, the exact substance of it. She herself had hoped to orchestrate this very inference by bringing the pair of them immediately from the cab to her bedroom: 'Mike is normal sized. Mike knows and you were sent to catch us in the act. Sent to shrink us somehow. Don't take us to Mike like this, please!'

The preciously vulnerable girl clung pleadingly to Linda's fingertip, cheek pressed to it, arms and legs pressed round it as far as the tiny things could reach. Linda carefully raised her finger up off of her hand. This was beginning to get to her and a nice, tension filled warmth grew and spread from down low between her legs. Linda lowered her eyes and studied the frightened, naked body. Her tears and her dirty, reddened skin were mingling. She felt like a baby frog to Linda, a suction of moisture affixing her in place on the pad of the feminine fingertip, much more beautiful than a froglet in her own way, yet much less substantial.

The fairy-girl was looking at her now and Linda could almost understand her as the sprite stretched an arm out towards her eyes. Linda slowly turned her head and presented a colossal ear.

"-will kill me! I'm so sorry! I'll do anything you want, please, don't-"

Linda turned back again.

"Teentsy tiny, we have to get ready now. You should have been a good girl, but you weren't, were you?"

She erupted again, her broken, liquidy voice repeating the same thing over and over.

"I'm sorry and I appreciate the offer. I'd love to help you, I know it was just a stupid mistake. But, Brenda, this is permanent, don't you understand? What I did to you is permanent. If I freed you, where would I take you? To your parents? You would tell them what I did, Brenda-bug. I would be imprisoned. Never to see the light of day again."

The dark-haired beauty clung tighter to Linda's fingertip and her tiny, shapely legs spread wider as she pressed inwards against her. Linda listened to her promises for a moment, but she really just wanted to slip her down the front of her panties.

"My tiny Brenda! I don't have the heart to keep you with me, hidden away from Mike. It wouldn't be right! I made a promise to my son! Besides, I hate to say it, but at your size you are completely useless! Maybe you could fish something out of one of my eyes once in a while. A stray eyelash, you know, something like that. I suppose… I guess maybe you could remove a splinter once in a while. But, tiny fairy girl, how often does anyone get a splinter they can't handle? It's pointless. You couldn't even help me with my nails."

Linda slowly began to bring her thumb into line, as the tiny thing urgently refuted her. Linda waited until she had sufficiently ran herself ragged before bringing her once again to her ear.

"-anything you want to me, just save my life! You can-"

Linda turned back. The tiny Brenda-fairy was reaching out towards her eyes again, her face bright red. Linda could feel the fluttery pump of the naked girl's hollow stomach as it thrummed, panting against her fingertip. Linda engulfed the back of her body in the end of her thumb.

"Hold on now, I'm going to sit down."

Linda turned slowly and perched herself on the toilet lid. She peered into the tiny face that was blooming out of the crevice of her pinched fingers. She thought over what she had said, biting her lower lip nervously. Linda looked around and feigned listening intently for a moment before turning back to the captured girl. Linda brought the tiny creature up close to her face and whispered conspiratorially to her.

"Anything? You would let me… I could do anything? To you? I mean… I wouldn't want to hurt you, but… He's in the other room! I guess I could just tell him… Maybe he would be satisfied with just Steve?"

The tiny red face was strained, Linda could see the tiny mouth, agape, lip quivering.

"I would have to make up a story. That you ran into the street before I could get to you? But… You would be with me for the rest of our lives. Even if… If I shrank someone else to be with you. Both of you would have to stay with me. You would just have to! Look at me! How long do you think I would last in prison? The guards would rape me! I just know they would!"

Linda feigned listening again suddenly. She leaned, keeping her face out of view for a long moment before sitting up straight again. Linda bit her lower lip again in concern and then focused on the tiny head.