From: halice@dca.net (sally reynolds)
Subject: Repost: Doll's House (Excerpt from Dylan's Diary - 5/25/96)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
c. 1996 - Sally Reynolds - All Rights Reserved. This story may not be posted in any area that is not intended for adult access only. WARNING: This story deals with ADULT THEMES. It is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. The story deals with sex under very unusual circumstances, spanking, somewhat nonconscensual sex, lesbian sex, spanking, lesbian sex in a doll house, light bondage, spanking, and all those things which make life worth living. Did I already mention spanking?
If you do not enjoy stories of this nature then please stop now. If you are underage or not permitted material which deals with the topics described above you should have already stopped so get out of here already!
An excerpt from "Dylan's Journal"
May 25, 1996
An interesting situation today. This morning the ladies got into a bit of an argument over the water temperature as they were showering in the sink. Amy wanted me to make it hotter and Janet was insisting that it was just right. This was really the first time I'd seen them argue like this. Usually they are completely preoccupied during their morning bath, kissing and fondling one another as they lather and scrub each other clean. At last Janet climbed out of the sink and I turned up the hot water for Amy, then helped Janet dry off with a soft hand towel and the hair dryer.
As a final bit of pampering to try to soothe Janet I draped her face down across my palm and sprinkled a bit of baby powder onto her back. Then I gently proceeded to smooth it over her back and tiny buttocks just as I had when she was full size. She smiled, closed her eyes and wiggled sensuously against my hand as I continued to tenderly caress and massage her her diminuative back and bottom.
Eventually Amy finished her shower and started to climb out of the sink. As usual I helped her out and tried to set Janet on her feet by raising and tipping my left hand. Usually she'll simply slide off my hand and start to help Amy dry off. This time however she wrapped her arms around my thumb and refused to let go, all the while complaining and pouting that she shouldn't have to share my affection. I'd had just about enough of this sort of behavior so I wrapped my other hand about her slender waist and tiny hips and gently dislodged her.
Janet started to kick and scream as I tucked her into one of the big side pockets of my bathrobe. I dried Amy and handed her a robe. Once she had dressed and combed her hair I picked her up and walked to the kitchen. Janet's mood wasn't improved by the fact that I'd forgotten to bring her robe and she had to eat breakfast wearing a paper napkin. I was already running a bit late so I returned the girls to the doll house, dressed and headed for the studio. I was pretty sure that by the time I got back they would have things sorted out and everything would be back to normal. I don't suppose I could have been more wrong.
When I got back from the shoot I grabbed a beer and headed for the bedroom. As soon as I entered the room I could tell something was up. There was shouting and sounds of a struggle coming from the Janet's house. I crept quietly up to the house and cautiously peeked in the little windows trying to locate my miniature ladies. I finally spotted them in the master bedroom. The room was a complete shambles, pillows and bed clothes everywhere, lamps knocked over, pictures in disarray. It looked like a tiny battlefield. In the middle of it all were Janet and Amy locked in what appeared to have been mortal combat.
Amy was wearing her hot pink thong leotard that really shows off her nice tan and rich auburn hair. She had obviously gotten the upper hand and was now sitting astride Janet's trim little buttocks. Janet was face down on the floor and Amy was in the process of tying her hands together behind her back. My little Janet was naked except for a pair of skimpy white thong panties. She was still struggling but as Amy is nearly a half an inch taller and outweighs her by several grams she was really overmatched.
As I watched Amy finished tying Janet's hands and stood up. Then grabbing a hand full of blond hair she pulled Janet to her knees and lead her across the floor and pulled her across the lap of the big Teddy bear the dominates one wall of the room. Things were beginning to look pretty interesting. Amy was kneeling in front of the bear with her back to me and Janet was draped across his fuzzy lap. The bear of course still had his usual stupid look on his face. Amy pinned Janet in place with her left hand and started to lecture her about being such a bitch. Apparently Janet had been an insufferable brat for the entire day and Amy had finally reached her breaking point just before I came home.
After about a minutes scolding Amy drew back her right hand and brought it down hard on Janet's bottom. Even at 1/6 scale I could hear the sharp crack as her palm stuck Janet's unprotected little rear. Janet let out a loud shriek and started kicking her tiny legs. It was truly a sight to behold. I could clearly see the muscles in Amy's back ripple as she raised up on her knees to deliver the next blow. Her own ass cheeks were beautifully displayed by the clingy thong as she leaned into each stroke.
As good as this view was I really wanted a better view of Janet's diminutive rear as she received her spanking so I quietly shifted around the house until I could see in through the double doors of the second story balcony. This gave me a perfect, unobstructed view of the proceedings from directly behind Janet. As she whacked away at Janet's little butt Amy continued to enumerate a list of selfish and childish things that Janet had done. I could see that Janet's cheeks were starting to take on a most becoming shade of pink at about this time. Janet was still kicking and swearing vengeance as Amy stopped spanking and started to rub her palm over Janet's reddened bottom.
From time to time Amy would give a little squeeze with her palm and Janet would gasp and give a little jump. After admiring her handiwork for a few moments Amy lifted the waist band of Janet's panties and pulled them down to mid thigh. Now I could see not only Janet's rosy dolls buttocks but her tiny slit and the minute rosy pucker of her anus as well. Amy suggested that this would be a good time for Janet to beg for mercy. Janet responded by telling Amy to go fuck herself. At that Amy started to rain a hail of swats on Janet's miniature bottom that made Desert Storm look like a walk in the park. Janet was howling and thrashing wildly as she attempted to escape Amy's wrath.
For two solid minutes Amy's hand rained stinging swats all over Janet's dainty buttocks and the backs of her thighs. Amy had turned into a miniature angel of vengeance and vengeance had come to the Doll House. By now Janet was sobbing uncontrollably and begging for mercy and forgiveness. Amy's fury was so great that I even considered reaching in and stopping her for a moment. But I've never been one to get involved in a lovers quarrel and from the list of charges that Amy had leveled against Janet it sounded like she was getting her just desserts. By now Janet's buttocks had changed from fetching pink to an angry shade of scarlet. I could see that Amy's tiny body was now drenched with perspiration (miniature women do NOT sweat) and that she was beginning to slow her pace.
At last Amy relented and sat back on her haunches. By now Janet seemed willing to apologize for everything from arguing about the temperature of the shower to the sinking of the Titanic and the Hindenburg disaster. Amy accepted her apology graciously but told Janet that she still had to take six more swats with 'the Stick' so that she wouldn't forget. Janet tried to argue and plead a case for leniency but when Amy threatened to continue the hand spanking she reluctantly agreed. About this time I found myself wondering just what the hell 'the Stick' was and how often this kind of scene had been played out when I wasn't around.
The first part of my question was answered when Amy got up and went into the one of the walk in closets. A moment later she returned carrying a six inch clear plastic ruler under one are. (That's were that damned thing had disappeared to! I swear sometimes it's like living with a couple of gorgeous little pack rats, but I digress...) Of course to them the ruler is three feet long and six inches wide and I could clearly see that it was going to make a pretty formidable paddle.
When Amy got back to Janet she first pulled the panties off completely and then untied Janet's hands. Without a word from Amy, Janet stood facing the bear and bent forward at the waist, feet spread wide with her arms hugging the bear's chest. I changed positions again so that I was once again in my original position, facing the bear with a clear view of Janet's pretty posterior. Her eyes were closed tightly as she hugged her lovely tear stained face to the lucky little stuffed bastard's chest.
Amy retrieved her instrument of justice and stood off to one side. She told Janet to count each stoke as it was given. "One"...Whack! Janet gasped and arched her back pressing her perky little breasts against that stupid bear. "Two"...Swat! She sobbed and shuddered. "Three"...Whap! I was beginning to appreciate the choice of the plastic ruler. With each blow I could clearly see Janet's little cheeks flatten, turn almost white again for a moment and then bounce back to their original beautifully rounded shape and very crimson hue. "Four"..."Five" and finally "Six". At the last stroke Janet's knees gave way and she collapsed, sinking to the floor and hugging the belly of the Teddy. Amy tossed the ruler aside and sat down on one of the bear's legs.
She allowed herself to rest for a minute which also gave Janet a moment to get herself under control once again. At last she raised Janet, kissed her tenderly and then stretched her across her lap. As Amy began to gently caress Janet abused little bottom with her finger tips I wondered if she meant to spank again. Every so often Amy's fingers would dip a little deeper and I could see Janet shudder and hear her faintly moan.
Hmmmm.... This didn't sound quite the same as the agonized gasps of a few minutes ago. Once again switching positions I moved to a vantage point where I could better see what was going on. Ha! Now it was clear. Amy's hand had slipped down between Janet's thighs and she was obviously playing with the folds of Janet's miniature pussy. I could clearly see Janet's juices glistening on Amy's fingers and on the inside of her own thighs and buttock. There is no doubting that this kind of treatment gets her really hot and bothered! As I watched
Amy gradually began to pick up the pace. Her fingers where going deeper now, occasionally sliding inside Janet's drenched little slit, at other times teasing her tiny clitoris. Either way the response from Janet was an unqualified "Yes!!!". All the while Amy's thumb was tracing lazy circles around Janet's little pink rosebud. Amy had three fingers inside Janet now and it was clear from her high pitched shrieks that Janet's climax was fast approaching. For a tiny girl she can certainly raise an uncommon amount of commotion. Suddenly Amy plunged her thumb into Janet's ass. As I would have expected this made Janet go completely ballistic. For a moment I feared for the windows and mirrors in the little house. Janet bucked and plunged on Amy's lap as her orgasm tore through her.
To Amy's credit she hung on like a diminutive bronco buster determined to stay on for the full count. All the while she kept her thumb and fingers pumping, carrying Janet from one mind shattering climax to the next. After three solid minutes the quakes and tremors that had threatened to shake the little house apart finally began to subside. With one final shudder Janet collapsed across Amy's lap, completely spent. At last Amy looked up at me and smiled, I was pretty sure that she had known that I was there for some time. Together we placed our exhausted little Janet on their big four-poster, face down of course.
With Janet tended to Amy walked out onto the balcony so that we could talk without disturbing her. She explained that they go through something like this every so often. Janet really gets off on this ritual, it gives her submissive side a chance to run amok. I could clearly see how much Janet enjoyed herself and thanked Amy for taking such good care of her. With that I slipped my hand around the waist of the tiny redhead and raised her up to my face. I tenderly kissed her cheek and brushed a finger through her lustrous hair. It was obvious from the state of her leotard and the way her nipples were threatening to poke through it that the ritual had had quite a stimulating effect on her as well.
She barely protested as I gently peeled the sweaty spandex garment from her body and let it fall to the balcony below. I held her warm, tiny, nude body in my hand just as I have so many times before and gently stroked and caressed her with my finger tips. She closed her eyes and sighed my name, gently pulling my fingers to her breasts and wriggling her firm little buttocks against my palm. Rising quietly, I tiptoed silently from the room. After all, this would probably get noisy too and Janet needed her rest. We'll all have a late dinner together once they've had a chance to recover. From - Thu Jun 6 11:18:55 1996 Path: jcccnet.johnco.cc.ks.us!ikaros.pei.edu!imci2!news.internetMCI.com!imci4!newsfeed.internetmci.com!world1.bawave.com!news2.cais.net!news.cais.net!bofh.dot!nntp.primenet.com!news1.best.com!sgigate.sgi.com!nntp.coast.net!chi-news.cic.net!newsxfer2.itd.umich.edu!uunet!in2.uu.net!news.dca.net!news From: halice@dca.net (sally reynolds) Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking Subject: Repost: Doll's House - part 1 (core story of Dylan's Journal) Date: 2 Jun 1996 03:29:00 GMT Organization: Dolls Inc. Lines: 219 Message-ID: <4or1ps$4bu@news.dca.net> Reply-To: halice@dca.net (sally reynolds) NNTP-Posting-Host: ppp-2023.dca.net X-Newsreader: WinVN 0.92.6+
c. 1995 - Sally Reynolds - All Rights Reserved. This story may not be posted in any area that is not intended for adult access only. It may not be archived without the written consent of the author.
WARNING: This story deals with ADULT THEMES. It is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. The story deals with sex between tiny and normal sized individuals, somewhat nonconscensual sex, lesbian sex, lesbian sex between individuals of vastly different sizes, light bondage, spanking, female masturbation and all those things which make life worth living.. If you do not enjoy stories of this nature then please stop now. If you think Newt or Rush are cool then please stop reading now. If you are underage or not permitted material which deals with the topics described above you should have already stopped so get out of here already!
Doll's House
Janet had devoted her life to doll houses, miniatures of all kinds
really. The tiny buildings and furniture much more than the dolls
themselves. She was always striving to create a perfect little
house, just the kind that she would like to live in herself.
It would be a nice Victorian with high ceilings, printed wallpaper,
plush oriental rugs and fine antique furniture. At least she
had managed to create it for herself in miniature. It was over
four feet high with a four by six footprint that dominated the
bedroom. At least Dylan didn't complain about it too much. He
had even helped out with it's construction. He built the rough
structure, installed electric lights, running water and even a
tiny gas fireplace. Then he stepped back to allow her to do the
fine finish work and furniture. Of course the real genius in
the group was Amy, her skill with textiles was unsurpassed. She'd
made each rug and sewn each tiny curtain, drape, and little quilted
bedspread by hand. She wondered if Dylan knew that she and Amy
shared more than an interest in doll houses? Well, they had an
open relationship and she had hinted about threesomes often enough
that he should know there was some interest.
Dylan had asked for a candle light dinner and hinted at some sort
of surprise. Well, she was always in the mood for a romantic
candlelight dinner. She decided to really blow him away. She
put her hair up the way he liked it and dressed in skimpy french
cut panties, half bra and her slinkiest evening dress. Dylan
was home at seven, a little later than usually but he had flowers
and a nice bottle of wine so she forgave him. His kiss was certainly
not a simple 'hi, I'm home' peck, maybe this really would be a
night to remember. While she brought the dinner from the kitchen,
he poured the wine and dissolved a small packet of powder into
her glass.
The food was marvelous and Janet didn't feel right in criticizing
his choice of wine, anyway the second glass tasted fine. It was
quite a potent vintage anyway by the time they finished eating
she was feeling very light headed. She caught herself dangling
her shoes under the table so she slipped them off, they seemed
a little loose anyway. She was still dying to hear about this
surprise but she knew that Dylan was a tease at heart and prodding
him would only make it worse! When he asked her to dance she
knew something was up! Dylan dancing, in the house! Well that
was pretty unusual in itself. She always loved to dance but he
often seemed to feel awkward about it. It felt funny dancing
with him in bare feet. Without her usual four inch heels to bring
her up to 5' 6" Dylan towered over her by almost a foot. Tonight,
with her head spinning from the wine, he seemed even taller.
He held her tightly and she rested her head on his chest, she
was in heaven. Janet tried to dance on tip toe but that didn't
really work. Eventually, she felt to dizzy to stand and had to
sit back down. That was when she noticed that her feet didn't
reach the floor...and the table was too high. What was going
on?
"Sweetheart, are you OK?" asked Dylan, as he came around the table
and crouched beside her. "Oh! yes I'm fine, just a little woozy...I
feel so strange? I guess I'm just not used to this kind of thing."
she answered. "Here, let me help you into the bedroom." he said,
lifting her from the chair. Her small head came to rest on his
shoulder as she slipped into unconsciousness in his arms. She
was as light as a feather! He guessed that she must have shrunk
nearly six inches in the past hour. He had had a hard time disguising
his fascination as he watched his lover gradually dwindle. Fortunately
the drug also clouded the mind as it started to take effect.
Dylan carried her into the bedroom and carefully laid her small
form on the bed. Then he began to gently undress her. First
the earrings, he knew those had to come out soon. He hardly needed
to unzip the dress. At first it had clung to her curves like
a second skin, now it seemed like a loose robe. The bra was really
just a formally too, the straps had dropped to her elbows and
her small breasts didn't begin to fill the cups anymore. The
sight of her tiny rose nipples, hardened by the cool room made
his heart ache. He bent down and gently kissed each of them in
turn. He sighed to himself, "This is for her. This what she
really wants." He carefully turned her on one side, her now oversized
panties had already slipped down to exposed almost her entire
lovely bottom. He couldn't help petting it. She reminded him
of a naughty little girl with her panties at half mast. Moving
her onto her back again, he bent her small legs at the knee and
slipped off her panties. She was now completely naked. She could
have been mistaken for a sleeping child except that her figure
and patch of close trimmed pubic hair were those of an adult woman.
She was scarcely four feet tall now, the pins she had used to
put up her long chestnut hair had slipped out sometime ago.
Dylan could have watched her slowly dwindle all night but the
tiny goose bumps on her delicate skin made him realize that she
was chilly. He tucked a pillow under her small head and covered
her little nude body with a soft cotton comforter. He then set
about preparing her new residence. He stocked the doll house
with everything that she would need to be comfortable. Small
bars of soap in the bathroom, as well as tiny bottles of shampoo
,bath oils and perfume. He did the best he could in the kitchen,
an ordinary ice cube turned the old fashion ice box into a functioning
refrigerator. He wanted to make sure that she had everything
she needed in her new home.
His heart nearly stopped when he turned around to see that she
had vanished! Then quickly realize that her head had slipped
under the comforter a she continued to shrink. As he drew back
the comforter Janet stirred fitfully. He could see small beads
of perspiration between her pert little breasts. A minor side
effect of the drug but she should be cooled. He brought a bath
towel and a cool damp wash cloth from the bathroom. He spread
the towel on the bed and placed the tiny naked girl on the towel,
her head and feet didn't even reach the ends. Dylan then began
to gently bath her with the wash cloth. Her small nude body squirmed
and wiggled as he bathed her more sensitive areas. It was almost
too much for him to bear. The bath had the desired effect. Her
temperature seemed to drop and he could she the faint hint of
a smile on her lips.
Well, she was comfortable but Dylan really wanted to pamper her.
She was just over three feet tall now and shrinking quickly.
He sprinkled a bit of baby powder on her chest and tummy and
began to slowly smooth it over her skin. He marveled at it's
smoothness and flawlessness, she was so soft! Her tiny pink nipples
stood up at attention as he brushed the tip of his finger over
them. It was obvious that even unconscious from the powerful
drug Janet could still feel him, she still responded to his touch.
Dylan wondered what she was dreaming, what images did the feel
of huge hands manipulating her cause? He continued down her belly
and along the front of her legs to her tiny feet, now scarcely
three inches long. Dylan couldn't resist tickling them. Janet's
feet had always been very ticklish and still were, she writhed
and pulled her feet away from his tickling fingers. She was now
lying with her feet several inches apart and her knees slightly
bent. Her head was turned to one with one finger close to her
parted lips. She had never looked more fuckable, except that
at her present size this was clearly out of the question.
Dylan stared for a few moments marvelling at the sight of her
perfect little snatch. Janet always kept it very neat and he
like that. Now at half normal size it was even more fascinating.
With one finger he began to explore it, astonished by it's softness.
As he slowly stoked her clit his miniature lover stared to writhe
again. Her left hand gripped the fabric of the towel and she
had sucked the index finger of her right hand into her mouth.
She was getting very wet, her knees began to shake and her little
breasts jiggled enticingly as she pushed her tiny hips up against
his finger. He slowed his pace and let her arousal subside.
It took a monumental act of will to keep from bringing her off.
An orgasm would almost certainly awaken her and that would complicate
things. He had to stick to his plan.
He rolled the midget girl onto her stomach and started to powder
her back and that marvelous ass that he loved so much. He gave
her small back and buttocks a gentle finger tip massage. Janet
responded as usual by lifting her now baby sized butt and cooing
softly. She was so small now that her little buttocks fit comfortably
into the palm of his hand, he thought he had never felt anything
so soft and smooth in his life. Dylan leaned forward and softly
kissed her perfect little bottom. He heard her breath catch as
his tongue slipped between her cheeks and tasted the sweet nectar
smeared on her tiny slit. Once again Dylan stopped himself.
It was impossible to continue like this. He folded the comforter
and placed Janet's naked little body on top of it. He returned
after a very quick and very cold shower. He spend the next few
hours watching her, impatiently waiting for the shrinking to stop.
He sat, cradling her in his arms like a small child. Janet slept
peacefully, pressing her tiny body against his chest. As she
slept her stoked her hair and inhaled it's sweet fragrance. When
he guessed that she was under a foot and a half he placed her
on a pillow with a ruler beside her. Her shrinking continued,
barely perceptible now. First 16 inches, 15, ...12, 11 ... then
it stopped. At just over 10 inches she was now one sixth her
former height. She a perfect little doll but also a living, breathing
woman. Just the right size to move into her very own, perfect,
little doll house.
Dylan took a bed from the doll house, turned down the sheet and
blanket and after one last good night kiss tucked his doll tiny
lover into bed and placed her in her new home. It was now 3:38,
at least he could get a few hours sleep before she awoke. He
undressed and collapsed back onto the bed, his long vigil had
drained him completely. As he drifted off to sleep he wondered
what their future life together would be like.
c. 1995 - Sally Reynolds - All Rights Reserved. This story may not be posted in any area that is not intended for adult access only. It may not be archived without the written consent of the author.
WARNING: This story deals with ADULT THEMES. It is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. The story deals with sex between tiny and normal sized individuals, somewhat nonconscensual sex, lesbian sex, lesbian sex between individuals of vastly different sizes, light bondage, spanking, female masturbation and all those things which make life worth living.. If you do not enjoy stories of this nature then please stop now. If you think Newt or Rush are cool then please stop reading now. If you are underage or not permitted material which deals with the topics described above you should have already stopped so get out of here already!
Doll's House
Chapter 2 - Awakening (Janet notices a small change.)
Even before her eyes had opened Janet knew she wasn't in their
bed. The mattress was softer, the way she liked it and the sheets
were crisp and heavy. The soft morning light was filtered by
sheer drapes. The room itself was very familiar. Dylan must
have booked a room in a B and B for the weekend. Just great!
A romantic weekend together and she had to pass out after two
glasses of wine. Well, at least she remembered the dinner and
dancing. If she could only remember how she wound up in this
bed. She slipped out of the bed and looked around the room for
a robe. Nothing, just like Dylan to leave her naked. She couldn't
even find the cloths she had been wearing the night before. No
bags or cloths in the closets or the drawers. He'd snuck off
and left her here with out a stitch of clothing! Kinky bastard,
he'd get his.
As Janet padded into the bathroom she was still haunted by the
familiarity of the place. She knew this room but couldn't remember
when she'd been here before. Nice place though, hardwood floors
covered by beautiful area rugs, fine solid wooden furniture.
She liked the feel of the house. After she had freshened up Janet
considered wrapping up in one of the fluffy towels in the bathroom
but decided against it. It would be much more interesting to
let Dylan have his fun. When he came in she would act startled
and embarrassed by him finding her standing naked in the middle
of the room. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the full
length mirror in the corner and moved closer. Well, she could
act embarrassed but she really had nothing to be ashamed of.
She regarded herself critically as she slowly turned from side
to side. Firm, high breasts, flat stomach and pert little behind.
She was getting so hot! She though about Dylan, she had to have
him. When he came in she would grab him, throw him onto the bed,
tear his clothes off and rape him right there. Breakfast would
just have to wait. She moaned his name as she slipped first one,
then two and three fingers into her flowing pussy. She began
calling his name louder and louder as her thumb teased her clit
and her other hand pinched her and tugged at her nipples. She
had to stop herself, she wanted to share this with him but she
was so close!
"Janet, it's okay honey I'm right here." She jumped at the sound
of his voice booming so close behind her. Then she jumped twice
as far when she turned and saw his giant face filling the double
doors behind her. Janet gasped in disbelief and staggered back
against the mirror. "Dylan?", she said, "This has to be some
kind of a nightmare!" "Oh, I hope it's not a nightmare but a
dream come true.", he answered, "Come out here on the balcony
where I can see you better."
Janet moved cautiously, timidly like a faun. Still covering her
groin with one hand and her breasts with the other she crossed
the room toward her now gigantic lover. Dylan sat back in his
chair and smiled as the tiny, nude Janet stepped through the door
and onto the balcony of the doll house. He didn't say anything,
he wanted her to have a chance to get her bearings and get used
to the idea of being so small. This was the moment he had been
waiting for when she was finally a walking, talking, living and
breathing doll.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she stood before the giant Dylan
and gazed about. She could see now that they were in their own
bed room and she was standing on the balcony of the doll house!
Dylan wasn't a giant at all, she a midget! A very tiny and very
nude midget! The shock was almost too much for her, she leaned
against the rail for support. As soon as she regained her composure
she looked up at Dylan towering before her. He looked huge!
His head alone was as tall as herself. She looked down at her
own miniature body and then at Dylan. Finally she spoke, "What
did you do to me? I...I'm so little. This is amazing!"
Dylan sighed and said "Well, I shrank you and tucked you into
bed in your very own little doll house while you were asleep."
"I can see that.", she said, somewhat annoyed that being a giant
hadn't changed his sarcastic sense of humor. "You often remarked
how much you wished that you were small enough to walk around
in it, maybe even live in it for a while. Well, now you can.
You're just the right size and I'm here to see to your every
need. Besides, I think you're just incredibly cute like this."
She was cute too, a tiny little doll of a woman staring up at
him from her little balcony. Her hands were folded demurely over
her petite bush in a subconscious attempt to preserve some sort
of modesty.
Suddenly Janet realized what she had been doing when Dylan had
appeared. She blushed and asked shyly, "Dylan how long were you
watching me,...just a moment ago?" "Well, long enough.", he answered.
Janet looked down, her blush spreading over her luscious little
body. "Sweetheart, don't be embarrassed. I was really touched.
You can't imagine how sexy you looked standing there." She knew
that he enjoyed watching her play with herself and it always turned
her on to have him watch, but this was the first time he spied
on her. Certainly it was the first time he'd seen her masturbating
in a doll house. The strange feeling of smallness made her feel
self-conscious, more vulnerable than she had ever felt before.
"Do you still find me sexy? Even like this?", she said looking
back up into his eyes. "You've never been more appealing.", he
answered "Why don't you come a little closer, and find out for
yourself?", he continued, lowering his hand to the balcony. Janet
hesitated for just a moment before walking over and settling her
sweet derriere into the palm of his hand. The heat of his hand
felt nice against her naked bottom. She grasped his thumb for
support and smiles up at him. Carefully Dylan raised the miniature
Janet to his lips and kissed the side of her face. Janet was
somewhat startled by the sensation of traveling up what seemed
like several feet, to a face six times the size of her own, and
then having a giant kiss planted on her cheek. After just a moment
she recovered enough to lean forward and return Dylan's kiss.
Turning her head to one side she pressed her tiny lips to his.
Then feeling bolder her slipped the tip of her between her lips
and licked. Dylan responded by parting his lips slightly and
allowing just the tip of his tongue to meet hers. Janet's tiny
heart raced, the excitement was like experiencing their first
kiss all over again! His warm breath played over her skin and
sent shivers down her spine.
All of this was having it's effect on Dylan as well. He was now
kissing the woman he loved with her delightful behind nestled
comfortably in the palm of his hand! Her skin was so smooth
and soft as fine silk, her kiss was as delicate and sweet as a
rose petal. He stoked her silky hair with one finger of his free
hand. He felt her tiny hand caressing his cheek. This intimacy
given her new size was thrilling, she seemed to be adjusting perfectly.
After several moments Janet finally straightened and looked into
his eyes and smiled. She didn't need to say it, he knew.
After a minute Dylan straightened and started to stand, the toy
size Janet still nestled comfortably in hand. "Where are you
taking me?", she called up to him. He lifted her up close to
his face once again and whispered, "Breakfast". With that he
carried her through the house and finally set her down on the
breakfast table just outside the kitchen. From here she could
watch Dylan as he prepared their meal and look out into the backyard
at a whole new world. It also gave her an opportunity to get
a feel for her new height. The place mats and napkins were the
size of blankets. She was taller than everything on the table
except the flowers. The silverware was huge but she could lift
it and the coffee cup was as big as a washtub. She noted that
Dylan had already set out dishes and silverware from the doll
house for her. That would certainly make things much more manageable.
Janet sat on an inverted tumbler and ate little, she was too excited
to have much of an appetite. At least for food. She decided
it was time to make sure that she really had Dylan's undivided
attention. She broke off a hand full of toast and walked toward
the butter dish. She walked slowly and exaggerated her wiggle
ever so slightly. Upon reaching her objective she bent full at
the waist and made as if she was trying to lift the butter knife.
She was sure that the extremely brief robe would afford Dylan
a spectacular view of her tiny charms. She was not disappointed.
Dylan nearly blew coffee out of his nose when he saw Janet flash
her full, if diminutive moon, presenting an unobstructed view of
her tiny slit and flawless doll's ass. "Oh! Honey, are you okay?",
she said, still bent nearly double with her hands on her knees
and her head turned to one side to view his reaction. "Yes, fine.",
said Dylan, coughing slightly and leaning forward. "Could you
please help me with this?", she said sweetly, her bare behind
now less than a foot from his face. "Why of course my love.",
he answered. He had already decided to give his little nymphette
a taste of her own medicine and suddenly blew a gust of air at
her delicious little bottom.
"Eeeek!", she shrieked as her garment blew up around her waist,
"Oh! You are so bad!", she scolded him skipping away and pulling
her robe down as far as she could. Dylan's warm breath felt so
good! She couldn't help squeezing her thighs together, she was
getting very horny. She looked back up at Dylan. He was standing
now, smiling down at her. Slowly his hand reached across the
table toward her. "What are you going to do?", she said, trying
to sound a little frightened and cowering slightly from his hand.
Dylan remained silent, he simply scooped her up in his hand and
lifted her from the table top.
Janet kicked her six inch legs and pushed against his thumb to
no avail. The mock struggle excited her even more, she hopedit
was having the same effect on him. As he raised her to his
eye level she looked into his face and gasped, "Oh no, what are
you going to do now?" "Now...", he answered seriously, "It's
time for some desert." With that he turned and headed for the
bedroom. Janet continued her heroic struggles against his thumb.
She liked the feeling of his strong, warm hand wrapped around
her wiggling body.
Dylan sat on the edge of the bed and regarded Janet for a moment.
She was pretending to ignore him and was concentrating on pulling
free of his grip. "Well, well, what have we here?", he chuckled
as he plucked at the belt of her robe. "What! How dare you!",
she protested, struggling in vain as he untied the belt and slipped
the brief garment from her doll size body. "What are you going
to do with me?", she demanded. "First, I'm going to make you
squirm a little." With that Dylan began tickling the little nude
woman unmercifully. She writhed and wiggled provocatively in
his grasp, trying futily to ward of his fingers with her hands.
Her giggling sounded like the tinkling of tiny bells to his ears.
After a minute he relented and brought the still giggling and
gasping Janet close to his mouth. "Now I'm going to eat you!"
Now his tongue took over where his fingers left off. Dylan flicked
his tongue across her minute nipples and gently pressed her tits
with his lips. Janet's knees were already drawn up close to
her chest in a effort to protect her breasts and sensitive ribs.
Now it was easy for Dylan to slip his tongue under her bottom
and give her that first long deep lick.
Janet shuddered at the sensation of his huge tongue effortlessly
spreading her cheeks, caressing her from the tiny pucker of her
anus to her clit in one motion. Even at her present size his
talented tongue was able to deftly probe her delicate folds and
send shivers through her doll size body. She was lying in his
palm now, with her head thrown back between his fingers, her tiny
buttocks rested on the heel of hand and her small legs dangled
on either side of his wrist. Janet began to moan and writhe in
his hand as Dylan's darting tongue teased her tiny cunt. With
the index finger of his free hand Dylan gently stroked her hair
and lovely face then moved lower to massage her firm little breasts.
As Janet's climax approached she braced her heels against his
wrist and raised her doll like ass from his hand. Dylan felt
her small hand gripping his thumb and pinkie tightly as little
Janet began to thrash her head wildly from side to side. He knew
from experience that her climax was only moments away, this time
he would let her finish.
Janet was thrusting her hips against Dylan's huge tongue with
all her strength now, trying desperately to push any part of him
inside her. Waves of immense pleasure surged through her tiny
body as she squirmed in her lover's hand. She revelled in the
sensations caused by her smallness. She was a tiny plaything
of a woman, held in the hand of her giant lover whose only thought
was to pleasure her. With a final shudder and loud squeak Janet's
climax arrived.
Dylan felt her tiny body grow rigid and then tremble in his grasp
as a high pitched cry erupted from her breast. She held her diminutive
body arched against his tongue for several seconds until her climax
finally began to subside and she collapsed, exhausted back into
his hand. Janet's skin glistened with sweat from her exertions
as she slowly curled into a fetal position in his palm, her tiny
body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
(end Chapter 2)
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