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Small World By 'gm'Ever since women learned how to shrink the male body, the world just hasn'tbeen the same for Timm . Every male person all over the world now belonged to afemale, much like a pet. Some women owned more than one, perhaps even several.

Timm, became the property of anchorwoman Vivian Johnson. Vivian is about 5'8"with blonde hair, about shoulder length, and green eyes. She had a fantasticbody, with medium sized tits. She tended to keep her finger and toenails prettywell manicured. Her fingernails were long and usually done with a glossyclear-coat. Viv usually kept Timm in a small cage when she wasn't around, morefor his protection than anything else. When Timm woke up that morning in hiscage, Viv was already up and ready to go. "Time to get up, my little man," shesaid. She was in her panties, with no bra. She walked over to Timm's cage on thedresser and looked in at him. Timm, being about 1/2" tall, was about half as bigas her thumbnail. "Well, get up so I can dress you." Her voice was like thesound of a jet, but Timm was used to it by now. Timm, being a little nonchalant,just rolled over and tried to fall back asleep. "One last chance, my pet" shesaid. Again, he just lay there. Viv reached over and undid the latch on his cage(it was a simple hook latch on a bird-cage type of device). He saw the shadowapproaching, but she was too fast for him to get up. The first thing he saw washer huge fingernail on her index finger, then he saw the rest of her finger.

There was a large jolt as he felt his doll bed being lifted. He was being liftedup off the dresser. He rolled over and looked up grogilly, and saw the palm ofViv's hand above him, the bed being held up by the underneath of herfingernails. She was holding him about waist high out in front of her, lookingdown at him from above her tits. Her hair was in a ponytail, and it looked likeshe had already put on her makeup (although she really looked beautiful withoutit). "You look beautiful this morning," said Timm. He hoped this would him inher favor. She could be pretty strict when she wanted to. He never new she likedto be in so much control when he was working with her. "It's too late for that,I'm going to have to do everything for you again this morning. I hope youremember this." He could tell that this stuff usually excited her, because sheusually got a little wet from it. She carried him over to the bathroom and puthim down on the sink, and then pulled up a chair. She had her bosom above thecounter, where her tits jutted out at him. She reached down and gently pickedhim up off of the bed underneath the back. She held him on her hand with herthumb, firmly, but not where it hurt him. One of the things that kept men inline now was all the stories of men being hurt and killed because the women useda little too much of their strength on them. He knew she could crush him withthe littlest effort, but she loved him too much for that. She had truly fallenhopelessly in love with him, and he with her too. The relationship had to staylike a domineering pet owner merely for his own safety. Her thumb resting on hismidsection, she held him for a few moments while she looked at him. Herthumbnail was pushed up under his chin, causing a glare from the bathroomlights. Her nails were done in their customary way, with clear polish. This madethem very slick to Timm's touch, reminding him of wet ice. She then reached overwith her other hand and pulled off his blanket. It often looked like the womenwere moving in slow motion, since they were so big. Her breath was like a hotsummer day, but it smelled nice. "How about a kiss," she boomed. She lifted herhand with him in it up to her face. Slowly her face got bigger and bigger and hewanted. "Here you go," she said, getting some already chewed toast out of hermouth, offering it to him in her fingernail. "No thanks, I'm full" he said.

"Now, you need all you can get today" she said, picking him up and putting hisface down to the fingernail. "Eat it!" He ate the glistening mass, as he triedto figure out why he would need all this energy. "Let's use the bathroom beforewe go" she said. This definitely excited her, as she carried him to the bathroomin her hand. She got her pants down and sat on the stool. She set him on her legand settled in. He first heard a drop, and then a stream going into the pool.

She held out her fingernail to him again, and he pulled down his pants andunderwear down, pulled out his dick, and laid it in her fingernail. It lookedlike a splinter up against the curvy underside of her huge fingernail. He pissedinto the fingernail. barely even wetting the surface. He pulled up his pants asshe put the finger under some water. She got up and took him over to a smallercage she used to transport him in. She set him down as she undid the latch. Thelatch might have weighed a ton to him. She picked him up using his collar,dangling between her thumbnail and fingernail. She let him down and closed thelatch. She then picked up the cage by the handle on top, and lifted him up. "Idon't really want to carry this bulky cage today. I think you ride in thenecklace." The necklace was a small cage that he could barely fit into, whichwas on a long gold-rope necklace. She got the necklace out of her purse andopened it up. It was about 3.5" tall and about 2" wide. She picked him up out ofthe cage again and put him in the necklace cage. She closed the door,accidentally stabbing him with her thumbnail. "Sorry," she said. She lifted upthe necklace and fastened the chain around her neck, leaving him hanging betweenher breasts. He looked up and she looked down at him. "Ready to go?" she asked,not really waiting for an answer. She walked out to the car and got in, bumpinghim off her chest all the way. Her high heels made a loud clicking noise as shewalked on the sidewalk. He looked up at her as she drove periodically. Shewasn't paying any attention to him usually, and all he could see was theunderside of her chin, up her nose, and her lips. He could definitely smell herperfume, and the heat from her body was a little uncomfortable. She got to workand got out of her car. As she walked into the building, she said hi to all theother women. Not all the women had their shrunken men with them, but some did.

He thumped back and forth against her chest as she walked. She signed in withthe secretary, and he noticed that the secretary, an older woman of abut 45, hadher little man taped naked to her finger. "He tried to get away when I wascleaning him up this morning. I figured I'd teach him a lesson," the lady said.

At this she stuck her finger completely in her mouth for about thirty seconds.

When she pulled it out, the guy was drenched from head to toe in hot spit. Hehad a terrified look on his face as she blew on him to dry him off. She took oneof her fingernails and scratched at the bottom of his feet, causing him tosquirm. "Yeah, you've got to keep them in line," Viv said, reaching up andpatting the cage with her fingers. The secretary, who still had a smile on herface, said "It can be pretty fun, though!" She then clicked her thumbnail andfingernail (they were red), causing a loud popping noise. The little man lookedscared again. Some of the women kept a pretty firm stance with their playthings,keeping them in line with fear. The men were reduced to having the rights ofinsects in this giant-female dominated world. "Oh, could you watch him while Igo check on some tapes?" asked Viv. This caused Timm to jerk in his breath. Theold lady began smiling wickedly. "Sure, I don't think he'll be any trouble" shesaid, as Viv took off the necklace and handed it to her. The old lady took thecage and closed her hand around it. She had really long fingernails, and theyclicked against the bars of the cage. When Viv got out of sight, she picked thecage up in front of her face and looked at Timm. "I'm sure you won't do anythingto make me mad, will you? I'd hate to have to give you a lesson in obedience."At this she brought the cage even closer to stare him down. She opened the cageand pulled him out rather roughly, setting him down in front of her. Her bosomwas rather large, and she was well kept, like she spent all day on herappearance. She picked him up in her fingers now, her thumb in front and fingerin back. She gave him a little squeeze and smiled. She brought him up to herface and gave him a lick with her tongue, her saliva coating his face. It tastedlike coffee. He was helpless to resist her, her grip like an iron vise. Hecouldn't even move his arms. She put him down again and started working.

Periodically, she would stick the finger with her guy taped to it into herdress, down between her legs. When she brought it back up, the guy would be alittle wet with a terrified look on his face. Then she would stick her finger inher mouth and suck for awhile. Finally, Viv came back and picked him back up andtook him to her desk. "She could probably teach me a few tricks to use on youwhen you act up" said Viv, looking at Timm. She set him down on her desk and gotsituated. "Don't try to get away, or I'll take you back to the secretary. I'vegot some news for you. All the reporters and anchors are getting together andsharing their little men. We each get some of you for awhile, mainly just toplay with. Some of the more dominating women wanted to do this. I guess theyremember when the guys ran things, and want to get even, although some of themare probably just horny." She had a small cage to keep him in at work, butsometimes she let him run around loose. Usually he just sit somewhere out of theway, trying not to get crushed if she wasn't paying attention. Suddenly, herphone rang, scaring Timm almost half to death. "Hello" Viv said into thereceiver. After she talked for a while, she hung up the phone. "Well, it lookslike we've got a little problem. That was Lissa Simon over at channel 8. She wassupposed to get you tonight, but got called out of town on business. I guess therules say I have to give you to the next person on the list." At this shereached into her desk and got out a list of names. " looks like TeiaBaird is next. It looks like you'll be spending the night with Teia." Shereached slowly over and picked him up in her hand, closing her fingers aroundhim until only his head was sticking up out of her closed hand. She walked up toTeia's desk where she was sitting going over some papers and set him down infront of Teia. Teia was about 5'6" tall with short auburn hair and killer eyes.

Her fingernails were of medium length and darkish red. "What's this?" Teiaasked. "Lissa can't take her turn tonight, so you're up. Can you take my littleguy here?" she asked. "I'd sure like to, but I've got to go out of town" Teiasaid, leaning down to put her face in front of Timm. "How are you doing, littlefella. Looking for someplace to stay?" she asked in baby talk. She then reachedout and patted him on the head with her index finger, almost knocking him down.

"Darn, I have to go out of town tonight too. I was counting on someone watchinghim for me!" Viv blurted out. "Wait a minute, I've just gotten an idea!!" Shegrabbed Timm up hurridly in her hand, rubbing his head with her thumb. He sawwho she was walking toward, but he couldn't quite believe it. She walked rightup to the secretary. "Helen, could you take my little guy tonight...I've got noone else to turn to" she said pleadingly. Timm noticed that her little man wasnow taped down to her desk naked. "Sure, I'm always receptive to having moreplaythings" she said, grinning at Timm. "Let me have him now, and I'll take goodcare of him." Viv lifted him up to her mouth and pressed him to her lips,coating him in lipstick. "Now don't you give Helen any trouble, or she willteach you a lesson" she said as she put some spit on her other finger and wipedthe lipstick off of his face. She then brought him close up to her right eye andlooked him over. Her upper eyelid was darkish brown, and her eyes were abeautiful green. She set him on the desk in front of Helen, and walked away.

"I'll come get him tomorrow at work." Helen was very dignified and properlooking, with maticulous detail to her makeup, hair, and nails. She grabbed himby the collar in a pair of long red fingernails, bringing him up to her face.

"Well, it looks like we'll be getting to know each other a little better. You'llsoon find out what it's like to be 'the weaker sex'" she said throatilly, noteven smiling. "Behave, and I'll wait until we get home to torment you." Timm wasgenuinely afraid by her talk, and wanted her to put him down, but she just heldhim there staring at him four about 30 seconds. Finally, she put him down andgot up, walking towards the bathroom. "I've got to get out of here" Timm thoughtto himself. He looked over at her slave and he hadn't even moved a muscle. "Idon't want to end up like that." He looked around, and there was only a fewpeople left in the newsroom. He spied the phonecord, and noticed it hung down tothe floor. It was one of those thin ones, so he felt he could get down on it, ifonly she would give him time. If he could hide until tomorrow, he could come outwhen Viv got to work. He would rather face Viv than the older lady. Just as hewas reaching the floor, he heard the bathroom door open. He then heard the slowclicking of her heels across the linoleum floor. Desperately, he dropped thelast inch to the floor and hid behind her deskleg. The clicking got louder andlouder, until finally her feet came into view in a pair of red high heels. Shesat down and crossed her legs. He looked up to see the bottom of her legsprotruding from the chair, her feet setting about a foot from him. "I guess sheforgot about me" he thought to himself. "I had better get out of here while thegetting's good." Just as he was about to bolt, he heard her tapping herfingernails on the desk. "I'll give you 'til the count of one to get out herewhere I can see you. After that, you WILL be sorry!" she said very softly andcalmly. Just then, he made his move. He ran out from under the desk for thecloset door behind her. He ran for awhile, until finally he figured she startedlooking the wrong way. He knew she was looking, because he heard the chair move.

About halfway to the door, and safety, a shadow suddenly went over him. Beforehe could react, a huge red high-heel came down inches in front of him. Hestopped and started to run to the right. Then, all of a sudden, he was beinggrabbed behind the collar again and hauled up into the air. Helen closed herfist around him, squezing him tightly. He could feel the underneath of herfingernails against his back, as he lay in the stifling heat of her hand,engulfed in total darkness. She lay him down on the desk in front of her, notsaying a word. The first thing she did was pull his shoes off. She held hisupper body with the thumb and index finger of her left hand, and pulled hispants off with the right. She couldn't get the buttons undone, so she merelypulled them off with her fingernails. It was like tearing tissue paper to her.

Then she held his legs and pulled the shirt off of his head. She was a lotrougher than Viv always was. He began to think she was going to pop his head offwith her fingernail; she looked very stern and commanding. She picked him up andlaid him down on his back on the upper digit of her left index finger, his headresting on her fingernail. Then she took a thin piece of tape and put it aroundhis chest, strapping him down to her finger. She then did the same thing to hislegs. He was now at her mercy, completely. He could barely breathe, but he wasin no danger of suffocating. Slowly her finger went up to her face, entering hermouth. First he saw the ceiling, then he saw the underside of her nose, then herupper lip. She hesitated, then put it the rest of the way in. He saw her upperteeth go by, just before her mouth closed entirely, leaving him in completedarkness. It seemed like an eternity in her mouth. At first, it wasn't that bad,just extremely hot and wet. Then, her spit increased around him, until finallyhe was covered with it. He fought back trying to breath, lest he drown in herspit. She clamped down with her tongue, pushing him up against the roof of hermouth. The sucking action of her mouth threatened to take him off her finger anddown her throat. Finally, when he thought he would pass out, daylight eruptedand he was brought out of her mouth. "I trust this first lesson will beremembered. There are many ways I can convince you to toe the line; pray youdon't learn many of them. You will learn some of them though" she said to him.

He still couldn't see, since his face was covered with her spittle. Suddenly hewas engulfed in a strong wind, and he held his breath. She was drying him off,he guessed. She held up her finger in front of her, so he was facing her. Hefelt the finger bend, then saw the tip of her thumbnail above him.

"CLICK"...there was a violent shock as she flicked her fingernail off of herthumbnail. He lost his vision as his head stopped spinning, and eventulally hecould hear again. He tried to remember back to what she had done to her slavewhile he was watching, but he couldn't think straight. When his vision cleared,she was smiling wickedly at him. Her finger was brought under the desk and upunder her skirt. Suddenly, he could remember the treatment. The inside of herdress ran along his top as he was brought to her waist. He heard her rustlingher panties, and then realized that they were crotchless. He heard a squishingnoise behind him, and smelled her pussy releasing it's juices. Slowly her fingerentered her twat, engulfing him in her juice. It was hot and musty inside herpuss as she pushed her finger in and out for about 20 seconds, getting wetterall the time. Then, she pulled him out and brought him back up to the top. Hewas coated from head to toe in her womanly juices. A thick sticky coat coveredhis head, and he couldn't breathe. Darkness engulfed him as he realized he wasback in her mouth, being sucked on again. This time, she went "HHMMMM" as he wasin her mouth, causing him to vibrate. Daylight again, and she once again wasblowing on him. "Don't make me angry again," she said coolly to him, as shecontinued about her work. She did a variety of things while he was taped to herfinger. She appeared to have forgotten about him. Once she got out her compactand applied some lipstick to her lips, which he obtained a close-up of her nosewhen doing so. She periodically clicked her fingernails, causing his head tospin. He surmised from this that she hadn't forgotten about him after all.

Eventually, she said bye to some of her co-workers and got ready to leave. Sheuntaped her other little man and put him in her purse. He couldn't see where.

Then she untaped his little body and placed him inside the purse also. He wasput into a little pouch filled with cottonballs. The last thing he saw was hergiant hand pulling her car keys out of the purse, and then total darkness. Hefelt the purse lifted and carried, finally coming to rest. He heard the muffledcar engine, and waited for the ride to end, dreading what was in store for himwhen they got to her house. When the purse was opened again, he was in her housein her kitchen. She reached in and he saw her little man plucked from his pouch,then she slowly lowered her fingers to him. She grasped him around the torso andlifted him up and laid him on the table. In front of her was a rather large cagecontaining several little men. She opened the cage door and placed her littleman inside. Then, he was lifted over also, and set down. He noticed the otherlittle men shrink away from her hand as she reached in. "HELLO MY LITTLE MEN"she said as she brought her face up to the cage. She then went to the bedroom,where the shower was heard from within. About ten minutes went by when one ofthe little men climbed out of the open cage door and got onto the table. Helooked terrified when he heard the bedroom door open again. "Not so fast" shesaid as she came up to the table and grabbed the little man. She now held him inher fist, with only his head sticking above the top of her hand. "Let me tellyou a story, Timm. When my husband was normal sized, he liked to torment me. Hewas much stronger than me, and often hit me. When he was shrunk like all therest of the little men, the first thing I did was squash his little bodyunderneath my thumb. I didn't mean to, I guess I just got a little carried awaywith a power trip. Now, I buy little men off of the black market, since I seemto use them up quite fast. I won't damage you, though, since you're Viv'sproperty." He noticed that the little man's face was beginning to turn purple,her powerful grip squeezing the breath from his body. She walked into herbedroom with the little man still in her hand and came back with a little spoolof thread. She was holding the little man upside down from the legs between herlong fingernails. The negligee she had on showed her still flat stomach andlovely legs. She was in her bare feet, and her appearance was still immaculate.

She walked over to the table and set down, holding the little man out in frontof her between her thumb and fingers. The other little men could see everythingthat was happening, being about a foot away. Timm surmised this was her way offrightening them. She began to tie the thread around the helpless slave,wrapping him about 10 times with the thread so he was totally immobilised. Sheheld him very close to her face while doing this so she could see what she wasdoing. Her immense fingernails continually poked the little man, although hedared not show any sign of discomfort. She tied off the thread, bul left a longstrand attached to the little man. "Some lessons are learned throughhumiliation" she said, looking directly at the little men in the cage. "Youshouldn't try to run away from me!" At this, she slowly lifted the little man upby the string until he was above her head. She tilted her head back and openedher mouth. Slowly, ever so slowly, she lowered the little man down into hergaping mouth, until he finally disappeared from view. She closed her mouth andbegan moving her tongue around. This went around for about 30 seconds. Sheclosed her eyes and moaned softly. She then grasped the string and brought himback out. The little man was drenched from head to toe in her hot spittle. Shetook the little man underneath the table, still wet. They couldn't tell what shewas doing, but she appeared to be manipulating her underwear under the table.

Suddenly, she sighed, and brought her hands back up above the table. The littleman was not in her hands, though. She closed her eyes and appeared to moansoftly. She reached out to the cage and put her hand in. She was blindlysearching for another little man. Timm saw her fingers coming towards him, buthe couldn't get out of the way. She grabbed him up roughly between her thumb andindex finger and brought him out of the cage. With her other hand she lifted hernightie over her head, throwing it on the floor. She shoved him against one ofher nipples and gyrated him around, almost crushing him against the rock hardnipple. She was moaning, and he could feel the vibrations of her voice throughher breast. She rubbed him against her lips next, licking him with her tongue,then rubbed him all over her face. Her makeup soon covered him, and she pressedhim against her eyelids. She opened her eyes and looked at him, finally catchingher breath. "You've done well...almost no struggling" she said throatilly. Shedropped him to the table in front of her, one of her tits inches from his face.

She reached down under the table and pulled the little man up with the string.

"That's what happens to bad little men" she said sternly. The little man wascompletely soaked in her womanly juices. He had been in her puss for almost aminute. She put him in her mouth again and licked him off. She then stuck him upsideways to her teeth and bit the string. One slight error and she would havebit the little man in half. She picked up the little man and put him back in thecage. She then leaned her face down to Timm and blew a puff of air at him. Ithit Timm like a punch in the face. He fell backwards and slid to a stop on theslick tabletop. She immediately put her index finger on her right hand down onhis stomach, immobilising him. Her giant red fingernail went from his crotch tothe side of his head. He couldn't see what she was doing, but he heard thescreech of tape being torn. Next thing, she taped him down to the table with twovery thin pieces of tape. She leaned over him again, her face taking up hiswhole view. He couldn't see where her hands were. All of a sudden, he felt herhuge fingernail on the bottom of his feet, scratching him. She wasn't doing itvery hard, but it felt like she was ripping his skin off. She then rubbed thetip of her fingernail up and down his body, stopping to grasp his little dickwith her thumbnail and index-fingernail. She could have sliced it off with thebarest of movements, but instead she gently pulled it up and down. He got veryhard and started to come. "Finally. Give me your juices!" she whispered softly.

When he started to squirt, she again stuck her face down close to him. He sawher open her mouth, and begin to slowly lower it down to him. She could have fit10 of him in it, if she wanted. Suddenly, she engulfed him. First, it gotcompletely dark as her mouth closed over him. Then, after a few seconds, hertongue began wrapping around him, carressing him up and down. She licked him inthe midsection, which just increased his output. Finally, she lifted off of him.

"Well, I've had enough for today. I think it's time for bed" she said, much tohis relief. "But don't think you're finished!" This made Timm cringe. He didn'tknow if he could take anymore from her. She got up and got a towel and put itover the cage of little men, leaving him taped down. She then put the cage up onthe shelf. Timm was dreading her next move, waiting for whatever little trickshe had dreamed up. She came over and took the tape off of him, lifted him up bythe legs, carrying him to her bedroom hanging upside down. She carried him outin front of her, where he was about 6 inches in front of her glistening cunt.

She set him down on the table next to her bed. "I don't think you'll move, willyou?" she asked him, as if she needed to. She opened the drawer to the table andpulled out a little leather harness, which had a very long string attached toit. She picked him up and put the harness on him, which had straps in the back.

She got out a little remote control and pushed a little lever down, at whichTimm heard a whirring close to the ceiling. He looked up and saw a little hookdescending on a piece of wire. When she could reach it, she put the end of thestring on the harness and laid him on the bed. She then pushed a button and hewas slowly lifted up off the bed into the air, getting a view of her huge bodyas he went up. When he was up to about her chest, she stopped him. She then laiddown in bed with the covers off. Timm was suspended about 2' above her throat,and she was looking up at him. She pressed a button and he slowly lowered downto her. She pulled him close to her face and said "Now I can have you at thetouch of a button." She pressed him to her lips and let some spit dribble out ofher mouth, wetting his body. She blew on him for a moment and then began rubbinghim over her face. Her skin was very smooth, and smelled like some sort of nightcream. She set him between her bosom and laid back, lifting him up and pressinghim to her nipples periodically. Eventually, she got tired and raised him up toabout 6" above her face. She stared at him for awhile, until she eventually fellasleep. Her breath would hit him when she would exhale, and he would gently swayback and forth. Periodically, she would lick her lips, making her tongue comevery near to his feet. Finally, Timm fell asleep, being gently rocked back andforth by her breath. When he woke up, he noticed that it was completely dark,and he couldn't breath. It was also incredibely hot and wet. He was beingsqueezed on all sides periodically, almost spasmodically. Abruptly he wasdrenched in light, and when he gained his senses he was between her legs. "WhenI tell you to wake up, I mean it!" she said. She then disappeared into thebathroom, taking a shower. She got dressed, unhooked him, and taped him to herfinger again. She then went to the kitchen and made herself something to eat.

When she would raise her toast to her mouth, her sound of biting it wasdeafaning to Timm, and he trembled in fear. He couldn't see her face unless sheturned her finger around to her face. Once or twice she would pull a littlechewed up food out of her mouth in her fingernails and make him eat it. Sheclicked her fingernails a couple of times, just to remind him of her completedominance. When she put her makeup on, he would get a very close view of this.

Especially when she put her eye makeup on. He would get close enough to reachout and touch her eye, if he could have moved his arms. When she was finished,she pressed his head to the tips of her lips, coating him in the slick lipstick,matting his hair down. Of course, this gave her an excuse to stick him back inher mouth. She then drove to work, continually clicking her fingernails, givinghim jolts. When they got to work, Viv was waiting on them, looking anxious. "Didhe give you any trouble?" she asked, taking him in her hand and giving him avery long kiss. "No, they NEVER give me trouble, at least more than once.

Anyway, if he didn't like the treatment I gave him, wait until Lissa gets herhands on him" she chuckled. Timm didn't like the sound of that at all. Vivcarried him back to her desk in her hand, stroking him gently her index finger.

She set him down on her desk and started to work. Later, the phone rang..."HelloLissa, I've been waiting for you to call! I guess it's your turn tonight." Lissaarrived later that day to get Timm. She was about 5'6" tall, with medium lengthblack hair, large red lips, dark eyes, and medium length red fingernails. Shestared at Timm coldly as she walked up to the desk. "He's been acting up latelyso do whatever you can to calm him down," Viv said, as she picked him up betweenher fingernails and held him up to Lissa. "Oh, I can cure him of being atroublemaker, alright!" she said, as she took him from Viv. She grabbed himroughly in her fist, squeezing her hand shut on him. Timm began to gasp for air,being crushed in her iron grip. She then walked out to her car, keeping Timm inher hand. When she got in her car, she opened her hand up and began opening asmall cage in the passengers seat. In the cage was another little man. He wereall three wrapped up with tape, laying on their backs. She took out a smallpiece of tape from her purse and wrapped Timm in it. She then put him in thecage and began driving. When she got home, she carried the cage into the house,hanging it on a hook from a string. They were about chest high to her. "You arelucky tonight, my little playthings, I'm going to do my nails tonight." At this,the other little man looked terrified. Timm could only imagine what this wouldentail. She came back out carrying a tub of nail tools. She sat down at thetable and opened up the cage. She reached her huge hand in and grabbed the otherlittle man. She then lifted him up to her mouth and appeared to bite him, butshe was only biting the tape off of him. She set him down and then beganreaching for Timm. Slowly her huge hand approached, her nails leading the way.

She caught him in her hand and lifted him up out of the cage. She put him to hermouth and shoved him up against her teeth. They were very smooth and slick. Hefelt an enormous pressure at his middle and the tape broke away. She then sethim down on the table also. "Don't move or you'll be sorry!" she said sternly.

Timm had learned his lesson about running with the secretary. She reached in thetub and pulled out a clear liquid and some cotton balls. She began applying theliquid to her nails, about 6" away from the frightened little men. From thesmell, Timm could tell it was fingernail polish remover. When she wasn'tlooking, the other little man made a break for it. He ran over to the edge ofthe table and started crawling down a shirt that was draped on the edge. Lissa,having cleaned all of the old polish off her nails, was putting the remover upand getting something else. When she turned back around, she noticed the littleman was gone. "Alright, who wants to ... Where are you?" she screamed. Shelooked furious. She shoved the chair back and got down on the floor. She spottedthe little man trying to run away across the floor. She pounced on him,furiously grabbing him up in her hand. "RUN AWAY FROM ME, WILL YOU?" she saidbetween clenched teeth, holding the little man in front of her face. "I havesomething special planned for you, and as for your friend, I'll make sure hedoesn't get away either!" First she put the other little man on some sort ofhandle, where he was laying on his stomach. The device had a handle where shecould hold it. She set him aside for a moment. She then picked up Timm, roughly,and laid him down on an emery board. She then put a piece of tape around it tohold him down. She picked up the emery board and began filing her nails. Thesound was deafening to Timm, the constant scratching back and forth. Her handwas holding the board at his feet and her nails were coming close to his headwhen she would scratch them. The constant motion back and forth was making himdizzy. After about 15 minutes of this, she finally took him off the board. Sheplaced him on the table in front of her and then reached into the bucket,pulling out a battle of fingernail polish. She placed her hand down in front ofTimm, where he was looking at her hand. "Stand up and watch me polish my nails.

You can tell me if I get any streaks. You might as well blow on them whileyou're at it." He stood up and got in front of her nails, where he was aboutchest high to them. She ran the polish on her index finger in front of Timm,using the little brush from the bottle. The dark red liquid spread out evenly,coating her nails in it's color. Her face was very close to him, as she examinedher work. "Well, blow on them. Don't just stand there!" she boomed. Timm took adeep breath and blew. He knew it wouldn't make a difference. His lungs were justtoo small. After finishing all her nails, she let them dry. Finally, she pickedup the other little man and held him up to her. She licked the little man'sback, wetting him. Timm couldn't tell what she was going to do. Suddenly, sherubbed the little man across her fingernails, holding him with the other hand.

Then, Timm realized what she was going to do. She was going to use the littleman as a buffing pad for her nails. Horrified, Timm watched as she rubbed himacross again. Then she started doing it faster and faster. He could hear thelittle man screaming as his burning back rubbed her nails. She stopped andlicked the little man's back once again. Timm could see that it was red. Shestarted out again with the little man, and once again the screaming started.

Finally, she set him down and took him off the board. "Well, I think this onehas had enough," she said. Timm was glad she wouldn't hurt him anymore. She setthe little man down next to him roughly. Horrified, he watched as her fingersslowly came towards him. Surely she wouldn't do anything to him, he hadn't triedto run away. Her fingers roughly picked him up, bringing him over to the device.

She strapped him in the thing, holding him body completely immobilised. Slowlyhe was raised up. Suddenly, he felt her hot breath on his back, then felt hertongue slide down his back. Her hot saliva slid down his sides. Now, he waitedfor the inevitible. Then, it started. First, he felt his back slide across hernails. It felt real slick, not hurting at all. He could feel each individualnail as he slid across them. Then, she did it again. Slowly, she sped up,whisking him across the nails faster and faster. The violent motion jarred hisbrain, making him dizzy. Then, he felt the burn start. Each subsequent pass madehis back hotter and hotter. He stifled a scream as his back began to turn red.

Then, he screamed. This only seemed to make her push down harder. She seemed toenjoy the screams the most. Then she abruptly stopped. Relief was all Timm couldthink about, grateful that it was over. Then, he felt her tongue on his burntback all over again. The hot spit hurt intensely. It then started all overagain, she was actually buffing her nails with his body. Eventually, he passedout. Lissa reached down and grabbed the tape, pulling it and Timm off the floorof the bathtub. She then stuck the tape on her index finger, with Timm on thenail. She walked into the kitchen and went to the refrigerator. When she openedit, he saw a horrible site. On a white cake, tied with thread, were severallittle men, stuck feet first into the cake. Many of them were blue andshivering. She grabbed the cake out of the refrigerator and set it on the table.

Detaching him from the tape, she tied him up with the thread, making his bodyimmoble. She picked him up and put him down into an empty space in the cake,making him another ornament. The cake was freezing, and he began to get cold.

"You all look good enough to eat!" was all she said as she picked up the cakeagain. Her huge tits were right above Timm's head, and he wished for once hecould be pressed up against the warmth of them. That was his last thought as sheput the cake back in the fridge and shut the door, locking them in freezingdarkness. The little men waited for what seemed an eternity for her to comeback. Finally, the door opened to a searing white light and sounds of womensvoices and music. Lissa was dressed up and had on her makeup.Still a littlegroggy, the little men heard oohs and aahs as they were carried on the cake intothe living room, where some dressed up women were. The women all crowded aroundthe table with the cake, some putting their fingers down into the frosting nextto the little men, tasting it's sweetness. Lissa then cut the cake into squaresaround the little men. "Bring your plates, ladies, and come get your dessert!"she shouted, to the gleeful sounds of the excited ladies. Lissa began scoopingup the pieces of cake and putting them on the women's plates. When it cameTimm's turn, he was lifted up and put on a plate. He couldn't see whose he was,but he felt her hot breath on his bare back as she looked him over. He spotted ahuge silver fingernail coming his way as it dove into the frosting next to hislegs. It came back up with a load of frosting in its curved underside, and heheard it enter the woman's mouth as she sucked the finger dry. Then the wholehand came into view in front of him, reaching for the cake. It latched onto thecake and lifted it up to head level. Timm felt the cake sink in at his back asthe giant mouth he couldn't see bit into it. He felt the hot breath of thewoman, and then she clamped her mouth down on it, centimeters from his back. Hernose came down over his head, and he found himself inside her nostril. The cakewent down to the plate again. This time, as the hand lifted the cake up, itturned around so he could see her face. It was Robin North, and she was liftinghim to her mouth. She had on a lot of makeup, and her lips were very red. Shehad on creamy brown eye shadow. She looked down at him as she raised up the caketo her mouth. Timm could see her lips part and her teeth prepare to take in thecake. Her teeth were very white. Slowly her mouth got closer, bringing him intothe gaping hole. She stuck the cake in her mouth and bit down. Her teeth cametogether right in front of Timm, and her upper lip went down the front of him,smearing him with lipstick. When she had eaten all around him, she held himbetween her thumb and forefinger and sucked the cake off of his lower body. Hefelt her tongue probing his legs and groin area, giving him a rush to his prick.

He was barely sticking out of her lips. He looked up and saw her upper lip, allglistening with lipstick. On his sides he saw her clearly polished fingernails,which were medium length. She pulled him out of her mouth, sucking all the way,and held him up to her face. Her eyes were done in eyeliner. She stuck him upagainst her lips and gave him a long kiss. "Okay, girls...put your 'candles'back on the cake dish," Lissa said, and the women put them back down in a heap.

Timm laid there immoble with lipstick coating him. Lissa came over and put themback in the refrigerator. After what seemed an eternity, Lissa got them backout. She began sticking each one in her mouth and drinking some water, rinsingthem off. Timm was picked up, put in her mouth. He felt her tongue slowlyprobing him, then he was deluged with water. He was jostled violently againsther teeth, the extracted. She then began tearing the thread off each one ofthem. One of the little men was new, and didn't know about how strict she was.

When she went to bite off his thread, he spit in her face. Timm watched inhorror. The spit wasn't even enough for her to feel, but the intent was evident.

Slowly, calmly, she bit off the thread. She put the little man down on the tablein front of her and grasped each tiny hand between her thumb and forefinger.

Slowly, she pulled. Timm heard some tearing sounds, and the little man let out ablood-curdling scream. With even the sligtest of efforts, she ripped one of hisarms off. It dangled in her fingers. She dropped it on a plate and grasped himby the middle, still holding his other hand. Once again she pulled, and theother arm came away effortlessly. The little mans screams continued. Stillholding him by the middle, she took one of his feet and laid it in herfingernail. She pressed her thumbnail down on the joint, until finally itpenetrated the bone and skin. She repeated the the process on the other foot.

The little man, now in shock, had stopped screaming. Lissa picked up the bloodyheap and laid him on the floor. She lifted her high heel and came down on hisbody with her weight. "SCRUNCH". It was over. "Let this be a lesson to all ofyou. I am boss here!" she said coolly. All the little men quivered. After takingthe other little men back to her neighbors, she came back to Timm. "Well, sinceI had to give my little man to my neighbor, I may have to ask Viv if I can haveyou," she said. Timm began imagining the nightly torture he would have to endureas her slave. Surely Viv wouldn't give him away. "I am going to have to be surethat nothing happens to you." She carried him into her bedroom hanging upsidedown in her fingers. She laid him down on the pillow on the bed and taped himdown. He was laying on his back, naked, taped to her pillow. She left the room,turning out the light. Later, he was awakened by a jostling. Not knowing wherehe was, he glanced over to his left. There was Lissa's giant face with eyesclosed. He assumed she just went to sleep. He was about 6" from her mouth, andher breath hit him at regular intervals, making him hot. Eventually, he fellasleep again. He awakened again some time later with a crushing feeling on hischest. He opened his eyes and saw her giant lips above him. She was kissing him.

Her hot saliva coated him as she pressed him inside her mouth, probing him withher tongue. Did she know what she was doing? Timm guessed that she did. Heassumed she got lonely, too. She began breathing heavily as she him and pulledhim off the pillow. She rubbed him all over her face. She took him under thecovers and put him up against her nipple. She then jammed him inside her cunt,barely keeping hold of him as she probed herself in and out with her tiny body.

When he woke up that morning, she was already up and ready to go. He was coatedin her juice, dry now. She taped him to her finger and left, taking him back tochannel 6. She never even acknowledged him. When she got there, she found outthat Viv wouldn't be in today, so she left him with Helen. Even Helen was awelcome change from Lissa. He would never complain about his mistress again. Itjust so happened that Helen was doing her nails also. Lissa set Timm down infront of her and left, leaving Helen to look after him. "Well, here you areagain. Viv won't be back until tomorrow, so I guess you're all mine to play withfor awhile. Don't think I've forgotten about you running away last time. I havea way of correcting that!" she said smugly. She appeared to have her left handdone, with her nails still wet with the purplish red polish. She did all but herindex finger on her right hand, all the time having Timm taped down to the desknaked. She put a triple coat of polish on her nail and put the polish down. Sheuntaped Timm and laid him down on top of the polish. He felt the polish, coldand slick on his back. "Don't even breathe," she said softly. She blew on thenail and Timm. After about 30 seconds, she quit blowing. Timm tried to move, butanywhere his body touched the polish, he was pasted down. She tried to pick himoff the nail with her other hand, but he was stuck hard. "That ought to keep youout of trouble!" she said happily. She then went about her work, with Timm stuckto the top of her nail. Most of the time she didn't pay any attention to him,not caring if he was uncomfortable or not. Every once in a while she would holdhim up to her face and look at him. After about an hour, she started to fondlehis tiny little dick with her third finger of the same hand. She would rub thehuge tip of her nail on it, eventually causing it to get rock hard. She wouldthen put him between her legs and finger herself. Timm was afraid he would comeoff in her cunt, where he would probably have to stay until she douched again.

Eventually, at the end of the day, she got out her nail tools and took him offher nail. She picked him up and put him in her purse, in the same pouch he hadbeen in earlier. Eventually, the purse opened back up and she picked him backout. "Here you are, Ula," she said. A large hand with long silver fingernailspicked him up and hoisted him up to a pair of huge glistening red lips. UlaSvenson worked at Channel 8, was about 6' 2" and was very blond. As most of thewomen do with little men, she pressed him up against her lips. Timm was buriedin their wet softness. Immediately after smothering him in her lipstick andspittle, Ula stuck him down her shirt and stretched the elastic on her bra open.

Her enormous breast loomed in front of Timm. Her fingernail and thumbnail spreadapart, dropping him down into the bra. He landed in the bottom of the bra, abouteven with the huge nipple. She then released the fabric, trapping Timm withinthe bra. His face was lodged up against the underside of her nipple. She thenbegan to walk, rubbing his face against the nipple. She moaned softly as histouch on her nipple aroused her. Her breast bobbed up and down with herbreathing, and when she talked, Timm vibrated at the noise coming through herchest. It grew incredibly hot as her skin smothered him. Eventually, he fellasleep. When he awoke, he was laying on her desk nude. She didn't appear to bearound, so he stood up and looked around. Thinking he could finally escape, heran to the edge of her desk and looked down. Seeing no way to get off the desk,he walked over to the center of the desk. It appeared she was getting ready toput on her makeup. Then, he heard her voice. "I need to get my copy, Tina." Timmpanicked. It wasn't wise to try to run away from someone 1000 times bigger thanyou. He ran into the nearest hole he could find. When he got inside, hediscovered what it was... a tube of lipstick. He pressed himself against thesticky object inside the tube. He saw her hand through the hole grab a stack ofpapers. Then, another voice came to him. "Ula, can I borrow some lipstick?" thevoice said. "Sure, in fact, you can have this tube. I get them free from mycosmetics dealer." He saw her huge fingernails coming over to the tube, andsuddenly it lurched into the air. The light disappeared as the top went on thelipstick. Once again it began to grow uncomfortabely hot in the tube, and hefound himself stuck to the end of the lipstick. After a couple of hours, lightflashed in on him. He was spun around as someone was getting ready to put onsome of the lipstick. When he stopped spinning, he was out in the air on the endof about 1" of lipstick. He looked up and saw a pair of huge eyes staring athim, amazed. "Oh, who are you? Aren't you my "candle"? I've been thinking aboutyou for so long," she said. Slowly, her huge silver fingernails reached down forhim. She grabbed him by the mid-section and lifted him off of the stick. Shethen proceeded to bring him right up to her huge right eye. Her huge brown eyeslooked at him lustily, and she squeezed just a little harder. He knew he was infor another workout. She carried him to her desk and laid him down on the table.

"Maybe I ought to go tell Ula that I have you. On the other hand, I could keepyou for myself...I haven't had a little man for so long," she said. She held himdown with her finger as she opened up her desk drawer. She didn't push down veryhard, but it was still enough to keep him from breathing. She brought out a tinylittle cage, about an inch square. Picking him up, she put him in the cage andlet it snap shut. "That ought to keep you safe until I can get back. Don't goaway now," she laughed cruelly, as if he could go anywhere. Slowly she recededin his view. Occasionally, women would walk by the desk, not even noticing theinsignificant little man on the desk. She came back after about 15 minutes,picking up the little cage in her huge fingernails. She grasped the cage doorand swung it open, her huge silvery nails roughly jamming him up against theback of the cage. Picking him out of the cage, she again put him down on thedesk. Looking confused for a moment, she got up abruptly and walked toward thebathroom. Timm, seeing his chance for another escape, ran over the the deskedge. Slowly he slid down the phonecord, until he was on the floor. Now, wherecould he run to. He had to act fast, because he couldn't get very far tooquickly. He began to run for the next desk, being unoccupied. About a foot fromthe desk, he heard the bathroom door open. Stuck out in the open, he laid downand curled up in a little ball, trying to make himself as small aspossible...not too hard in his position. "Uh oh, trying to run away, huh? Youshould have known you couldn't have gotten very far!" she exclaimed as shetowered over him. "Now you're forcing me to be a little more strict with you!"she sighed. Looking up, she stretched as far up as he could see, her huge feetabout an inch from him. Her toes were about as twice as tall as him, protrudingfrom her open-ended shoes. She bent over and grasped him by the feet, liftinghim off of the ground. Again, she laid him out on the desk, holding him downwith her finger. He struggled to move, but she held him down like he wasnothing. She opened up the cage door again and pushed him back in, shutting thedoor. "I won't have you running off on me again," she said, as she held the cageup to her eye, long silver fingernails grasping the little eyehole on top of thecage. Her eyelid was brown with eyeshadow, her lashes long and black. She thenbrought him down to her huge lips, glistening with freshly applied red lipstick.

She brought the little cage closer to her mouth, and the lips parted. She dartedher tongue out, pushing it between the bars of the cage. It shoved him upagainst the back of the cage, coating him in her saliva. She drew him back andsmiled at him, her huge white teeth glistening. "I can't wait to get you homewhere I can play with you properly." She fastened a clip to the top of the cage,and then snapped it onto the chain around her neck, letting him dangle on top ofher breasts. She leaned back in her chain, and he was raised and lowered withthe rhythm of her breathing. Occasionally, she would grab the cageabsent-mindedly, twirling him carelessly. After about 3 hours, she took off thechain and took him back out of the cage. "It's time for us to go home to play,"she grinned at him, holding him in the edge of her fingernail. Taking out sometape, she fastened him to the end of her right index finger, his head restingagainst her nail. She looked at him constantly on the trip home, licking herlips and sometimes even him. When she went into the house, the first thing shedid was take him off of her finger and put him down on the kitchen table, tapedof course. After about 15 minutes, she finally came back out from her bedroom.

She picked him off of the table and carefully took the tape off of him, ploppingdown in a big chair. She held him in her hand and stroked him with thefingernail of her index finger, scratching his side very hard with the edge. Shetook off of her shirt and held him up to her huge breast, grasping him betweenher fingers. She began rubbing him on her huge nipple, moaning softly. Shelifted him up to her face and rubbed him all over her face, getting hersweet-smelling makeup all over him. She pressed him against her eyelid, coatinghim in brown eyeshadow. She then put him up to her glistening lips, coating himin red lipstick. His mouth was full of the stuff by the time she pulled himaway. She then slapped him with her tongue, licking him from head to toe,cleaning off all of the makeup. When she was done, she held him upside down fromthe feet in front of her mouth and blew on him until he was dry. "Well, I've gotan early day tomorrow, so I had better get to bed," she yawned. "I've got asurprise to fix also!" Fearing what this meant, she carried him into the bedroomand laid him down on the nightstand next to her bed. Putting him back in thecage, she laid it on the edge of the nightstand, facing her. She laid down andturned on her side, where she was facing the nightstand. Timm estimated he wasabout 6 inches from her face. She stared at him intently for awhile until Timmfell asleep, her hot breath hitting him every few seconds. In the morning, hewoke up to discover she had already gotten ready for work. She came in andpicked up the cage. "It's time for you to get ready for the surprise!" sheexclaimed. The first thing she did was tie him up with thread so he couldn'tmove...this wasn't easy with her long fingernails. They continually hit him andknocked him around. "You're gonna make a certain woman very happy." She took himup and stuck him feet-first into a piece of chocolate cake, his little whitebody looking like a bizarre candle. She then picked up the piece of cake andplaced it in a little box and shut the lid. He felt the box being lifted up,although he couldn't see anything in the total darkness of the closed box.

Eventually, he fell asleep. When he awakened, he was freezing cold. He assumedhe had been placed in a refrigerator again. He was totally at whoever's mercyhad placed him in the icebox. He waited and waited, and eventually he felt thebox lifted up and being carried. After it was set down, the lid came upabruptly. Blinking his eyes to get adjusted to the light, he saw Robin reachingdown for the cake. Picking it up, she placed it on a plate and set it down on adesk. She then put a piece of paper down in front of the plate that said "HappyBirthday". After this, a napkin was draped over the cake, resting on the top ofhis head. He heard someone approach the desk and pick up the piece of paper.

Then, the napkin was lifted...he couldn't see who it was because he was facingthe wrong way, tied helplessly naked on this little piece of cake. "Well, well,well...what have we here," he heard as he was lifted and turned at the sametime. When he finally was turned all the way around, he found himself staringinto the huge eye of Tammy Morris. He gasped in terror as much as in fright.

"Should I eat you with the cake, or save you for later?" She set him down on thedesk and put him facing towards her. She reached into her desk and came out witha fork. She stabbed the fork down in front of him and proceeded to eat the cakefrom around him, forcing him to look up at her huge mouth and the monstrousmouthfulls she was eating, being more than enough to eat a hundred of him atonce. Slowly, she brought the fork closer to the small sliver of cake that hewas perched on. The fork stabbed the sliver below him and he was slowly liftedup towards her mouth. Her glistening red lips became bigger and bigger, and hermouth opened wide. Slowly, he entered her mouth, head first. He slid past herincredibly huge white teeth and landed face down on her tongue. He was coated ina mixture of her saliva and chocolate cake. He was shoved around by the wettongue until a breath of fresh air hit his face. He struggled to regain hissenses, and awakened to Tammy's huge tongue licking him clean. She was holdinghim by the feet upside down with long red fingernails. She held him upside downclose to her eye. She laid him down on the desk and took off her earring. It wasa small hoop, and she took him and tied the thread to both sides of the hoop,where he dangled in the middle of the ring. She then put the earring back on,saying "This way you'll be close to me all day. We're going to get to know eachother a lot better in the next couple of days." He shook violently every timeshe moved her head. He could do nothing but take whatever she dished out...heknew she wouldn't mess around with him. He had heard some of the other giantwomen talking about her, about how she was probably even more strict than Lissawas, if that was possible. So, for the next couple of hours, he was leftdangling from her earlobe, breathing in the scent from her perfume andhairspray. He could look down the curve of her face past her cheek, and see herincredibly huge eyelashes. Eventually, she reached up and plucked the earringoff of her ear. Her huge red nails untied the string holding him to the earring,and she picked him up between her thumbnail and fingernail and laid him down onthe desk in front of her. She brought her face very close to his, her huge eyeabout an inch from him, making her thick black lashes come very close to him.

Her upper eyelid was a creamy dark brown. Lifting her head back up, she loomedover him like a mountain. She decided to go get some coffee, leaving him lyingof the desk naked. For a moment, he thought about getting up and trying to getoff the desk, but he thought better of it after he thought of the stories of hercruelness to little men that had made her angry. From what he had heard,physical pain was more for her excitement than for their punishment. Often, she"dared" her little men to do something wrong. So, he laid there waiting for herto get back. In a little while, he saw a dark shadow come over the desk.

Figuring she was back, he closed his eyes and tried to act like he was asleep.

He heard someone sit down and begin to write. When he opened his eyes, henoticed it was Laura Cavanaugh. She was writing Tammy a note when she spotted