I have been busy these last few months

09/05/2019

I have been busy these last few months.

I decided to write a new story. This is not really a typical giant couples

story. But there is a giant briefly mentioned in the story, and our heroes first

introduction to the giant world is through a giant. But this story is a mainly

giantess story. The giant is merely a vehicle to get to the giantess. Also, the

first four chapters are a monologue format to explain the context of our heroe's

background. So if you are uninterested in monologue skip to the fifth paragraph!

I hope you enjoy, and comments are much appreciated. Responses is how I will

know whether to continue the story or not! No comments will be taken as a sign,

nobody is interested in seeing the story continue!

 

Last of the Microns-Chapter 1

In 1958 the CIA launched a secret project known as "Project Micron." The

project was meant to create a secret enemy of spies to spy on the Russians. It

was tested on unspecting "volunteers" from amongst prisoners of war and poor

Americans. 100 people of both sexes were shrunk and trained for military

purposes. The program was successful. Although in 1986 due to cuts to funding,

the project was abandoned. The top officials in the CIA ordered the tiny people

to be exterminated. However, Dr. David McDonald, who was in charge of the

project felt pitty for the tiny people and decided to spare 100 of the little

people, which included families and couples. By the time, the tiny people had

expanded to 770 strong, from a core of 100 people. The other 670 were given

poisons in their food, and effictively thrown into a fire. As to those Dr.

McDonald decided to save, he sent them off with some food and dumped them in a

forest just outside of Santa Barbara, California. They were warned not to make

contact with normal sized population, as normal people would kill them just for

being different.

One of the little people (called "Microns" after the project and their small

size) was a couple named Number 99 and Number 345. First and second generation

little people were named after the order in which they were born. Number 99 and

Number 345 were both the children of unfortunate souls kidnapped when the

project originally began. Neither of them knew their original parents, because

as soon as a child was born the scientists immediately took it from the couple

for rearing in a special area for first and second generation shrunken people.

The idea was to rear them separately from their parents, to make it possible to

better train them to be killing machines for teh CIA. Now Number 99 and Number

345 met while training for a mission to what was then Czechoslovakia. Number 345

was pregnant with Number 99's child when the program was suddenly cut. Their

baby was born just two days before their last day at the lab. Their son was

named Number 770, as he was the last of their kind.

The Microns organized themselves as a tribe in a forest just outside of Santa

Barbara where they were dumped. They built for themselves homes of small twigs

with roofs made of dead grass and fallen leaves. They fashioned weapons of

spears from small twigs, and hunted rats and other "small" animals. Although

rats were like elephants to them. But they learned use poison on their spears

and had good precision aim. During their training for their spy missions, the

little people were taught various survival skills, which came in handy in the

bush. They knew how to survive in both summer and winter, how to find water, and

what plants and animals were edible.

It was now 17 years later, and Number 770 was just one year from becoming an

adult. But Number 770 was curious about the outside world. He had been taught by

his parents to shun the outside world. The Microns had spent their entire lives

as nomads, wandering from one part of the forest to the next. But he had always

been curious about the giants. He had gotten the occasional glance of a teenage

couple coming through their part of the forest, or seen foresters "accidentally"

destroy their visits. He was told the giants were "evil" and wanted to destroy

their people. He did not know his race in fact descended from the very "mighty

titans" they feared so much! First and second generation Microns when separated

from their shrunken parents, were told they were a unique race of people and

were never told about their origins as victims of a shrunking experiment.

Indeed, contact between the first and second generation Microns and the original

shrunken people was never made. He did not dare leave the safety of the village.

The Microns had worn out their original clothing and began wearing loin clothes,

and looked very much like Amozon Indians.

One day their forest was chosen for a development project. Without warning

foresters came into their habitat and started cutting down the trees in the

forest, and also stepping on their homes. As the Microns tried to flee, several

of them got stepped on by the workers. Number 770 and his parents were trying to

flee and a giant boot came down missing Number 770, but getting his mother and

father. The giant was about to take another step when Number 770 without think

yelled up "STOP" to the giant. The giant heard Number 770's yelling, which to

him sounded like a little squeek.

"WHAT THE..WHO SAID THAT" the confused giant boomed.

"I did. Down here."

The giant looked down and saw Number 770. He was shocked at first to see

Number 7770. He looked like a small walking doll. Actually, action figure as

Number 770 was half the size of a Barbie. The giant crouched down and Number 770

looked up into the giant's face.

"IF I'LL BE DAMNED! A LITTLE MAN!"

The giant reached down and picked up Number 770, wrapping him in his big

beefy hand and bringing him up at a lurching speed to his huge face. The giant

had a rugged dirty look to him, but was cleanshaven. A typical worker.

"I MUST BE DREAMING OR SOMETHING! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! WAIT UNTIL I SHOW YOU TO

MY FAMILY!"

The giant's breath smelt of nicotine. It was obvious the giant was a smoker.

"NOW FOR SOMEWHERE TO PUT YOU."

Number 770 was placed in the man's front pocket of his coat. Number 770 was

now scared. Freightened for he did not know what fate awaited him. His parents

were dead. The village his people, the Microns had built for themselves had been

destroyed in just a short while. Never before has a disaster like this hit them

before. So many giants. Now he was captive and did not know what this giant had

planned for him. He fell asleep in the giant's pocket, intoxicated by his body

odour.

Five hours later Number 770 awoke to

foot steps, and the sound of a female voice. His captor had gotten off work and

was opening the door and being greeted by his wife.

"HONEY I HAVE A SUPRISE FOR YOU! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT I FOUND TODAY!"

"WHAT COULD IT POSSIBLY BE" his wife asked.

"YOU'LL SEE" he replied.

The giant reached for Number 770, and roughly grasped him out of his pocket,

and placed Number 770 on a table in the dinning room.

"A NEW TOY FIGRUE FOR BRIAN, BIG DEAL" the giantess said unimpressed.

"BUT HE'S NOT A TOY" insisted the giant. "SAY SOMETHING LITTLE MAN" the giant

boomed to a freightened Number 770 who stood still as a statue.

"Please don't hurt me" was all Number 770 could muster out.

'WE AREN'T GOING TO HURT YOU LITTLE ONE" the giant reassured him. "YOU ARE TO

UNIQUE TO HARM" he said. "NOW EVERYDAY DOES ONE COME ACROSS A REAL TOY SIZED

MAN."

The giantess was in shock and suprise. Her face was white as a ghost. But

after a minute, regained her composite and then crouched down to get a closer

look at Number 770. Her huge face was before Number 770 at eye level. She had

blue eyes, and shoulder length blond hair. She looked like she was in her

mid-30's and was quite attractive. Like the woman below!

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"WHAT ARE YOU" asked the giantess.

"I am a Micron" Number 770 told her.

"ARE YOU SOME KIND OF SPACE ALIEN OR SOMETHING" she asked.

"No. I come from the forests where my village was. Then you giants destroyed

our village and killed my parents. Why did you destroy my village?"

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT HUN" replied the giantess.

"BUT I SAW A MAN STEP ON MY PARENTS, AND THEN THIS GIANT KIDNAPPED ME" he

said point to his original capturer.

"LITTLE MAN WE DID NOT PLAN TO KILL YOUR VILLAGE, I WAS JUST WORKING IN THE

FOREST WHERE I FOUND YOU" explained the first giant. "WE ARE BUILDING A NEW

SHOPPING MALL, WE HAD NO IDEA THERE WAS A VILLAGE THERE. ARE THERE MORE OF YOU

LITTLE PEOPLE WHERE I FOUND YOU?"

"That is where I came from. I don't know where the rest lived, we all ran for

our lives."

"DO YOU HAVE A NAME LITTLE ONE" asked the giantess who was still eye level

with him.

"My name is Number 770."

The giants broke out laughing. The boom of their laughter almost deafened

Number 770 who covered his ears.

"What's funny" asked Number 770.

"THAT'S JUST AN UNUSUAL NAME" replied the giantess who was trying to compose

herself.

"My mother's name was Number 345, and my father's name was Number 99. My best

friend was Number 782.

The giantes broke out in laughter again.

"YOU AREN'T SERIOUS" the giantess asked, still holding back laughter. She was

now joined by the giant who was now crouched down as well.

"BUD YOU AREN'T SERIOUS ARE YOU? DOES EVERYONE HAVE NUMBERS INSTEAD OF

NAMES?" Said the giant in his booming huskey voice.

"Yes! All Microns do."

"WHY" asked the giantess.

"Our gods named us that way" replied Number 770.

"YOUR GODS" asked the giantess.

"Yes our gods. My mother told me the gods placed us at our current village.

The council of gods wanted to destroy all Microns, but a good god named Doroctor

Makdonald placed us in a village where he watches over us and protects us. My

mother told me when I die if I am good, i will go to a place call Washuntoon

where the gods live."

"YOU HAVE AN AFTERLIFE CALLED WASHUNTOON" asked the giantess.

"Yes, that's where the chief god dwells" Number 770 said.

"I THINK I KNOW WHERE YOU ALL CAME FROM. SOME KIND OF SECRET EXPERIMENT THE

GOVERNMENT IS NOT TELLING US ABOUT. NO WONDER YOU ALL HAVE NUMBERS" the giant

replied.

"Do you have numbers too" asked Number 770.

"NO WE DON'T" replied the giant. "WE ACTUALLY HAVE REAL NAMES. MINE IS JOHN."

"MINE IS SARAH" replied the giantess. John stood up to his full height and

looked at his watch. Honey I have to go. She embraced his wife and kissed her.

"I HAVE TO GET BACK TO WORK."

"WHEN WILL YOU BE BACK" asked Sarah.

"SOON. JUST WATCH THE LITTLE GUY" John replied.

John left, and it was Number 770 and the giantess Sarah. She crouched at eye

level to Number 770.

"SO NUMBER 770 YOU MUST BE HUNGRY I'LL FIX YOU SOMETHING TO EAT! BUT FIRST

LET ME CLEAN YOU UP."

With that she reached for Number 770. Number 770 found himself engulfed in

her huge hand. As Sarah carried him to the bathroom, Number 770 noticed her

hands were warm and soft, and felt a lot gentler compared to John's rougher

hands. Although they were still huge, and his entire body from the chest down

were engulfed in it. The feel of her hand surrounding his tiny body was also

sexy and arousing. Sarah carried him into the bathroom and set him down by the

sink where she ran the water until it was hot and cold. She then picked Number

770 by his chest, and with her free fingers removed his loin cloth, which was

his only covering. Number 770 was now completely naked. She picked him up in her

palm, and with a drop of liquid soap in the index finger of her free hand,

started rubbing it all into his hair, and slowly down his back, over his chest,

and with thumb and forefinger, gently applied it all over his body. Number 770

closed his eyes, and enjoyed the sensation of her giant fingers rubbing his

body. Sarah now started rubbing between his tiny penis with her thumb and

forefinger. Sarah's opened widely as the tiny penis became erect. Number 770 had

never felt anything like this before in his tiny life!

"I SEE YOU ARE ENJOYING THE BATH NUMBER 770" Sarah giggled, as she rinsed

Number 770 off. "NOW TIME TO DRY YOU OFF" she said as she took a Kleenex and

wrapped Number 770 in it. "NICE AND CLEAN" she said as she placed him in her

left palm for final inspecting. She picked him between thumb and forefinger by

the sides, and brought him up to her huge pretty face for a closer inspection.

Number 770 looked into her huge blue eyes as she continued to take a good look

at him. She moved him closer to her lips where she blew aside his long hair, to

take a better look. He looked kind of like Mario Lopez from "Saved by the Bell"

but with hair down his backside. This is why he kind of reminded John of "The

Indian in the Cubboard" toy finger when he originally found Number 770 in the

forest.

"AMAZING" said Sarah. She giant lips with her huge tongue. She had now placed

Number 770 in her palm, which was eye level with her mouth. A now aroused Number

770 could not take anymore of this! Being before her huge pretty face and being

in her warm soft palm, really turned him on. He grabbed his tiny cock with his

tiny hand and started masturbating. Sarah giggled at the sight of a tiny man

masturbating in her hand.

"LITTLE MAN DO YOU ALWAYS GET, WELL, COMFORTABLE INFRONT OF STRANGE WOMEN"

she finally said teasingly. Number 770 was now embarrased and stopped.

"I am sorry Sarah, I don't know what came over me" he replied with shame.

"HOW OLD ARE YOU LITTLE FELLOW" she asked.

"I was born in the year 1986 in heaven. That's all I know! I was the last of

my kind to be born in a date. The rest of us are born in Infinity."

"IF YOU WERE BORN IN 1986 THAT MEANS YOU ARE 17 YEARS OLD. JUST A YOUNG PUPP!

I AM 36 YEARS OLD, NUMBER 770" she replied. "I AM AN OLDER WOMAN!"

"But you look sweat! I only played with my penis because you look so

beautiful and I could not help myself."

"AH HOW SWEAT" she said as she planted a kiss on his face, and then down to

his chest. She unsuspectingly licked his face, and then down to his chest.

Number 770 enjoyed the warm and sensuous feel, of the giant wet tongue across

his chest. He was now really aroused as the tongue now licked his tiny hard

cock. Her warm breath washed over his tiny body. He soon came to climax, as she

licked continued to lick him. Sensing him going limp, she stopped.

"DID YOU COME LITTLE ONE" she asked. Number 770 nodded. "NOW YOU MUST BE

HUNGRY I'LL FIX YOU SOME DINNER."

Sarah carried Number 770 downstairs, where she placed him on the kitchen

table. She took out some leftover barbecued steak from the fridge and sliced it

into small chunks, As small as she could get, although the smallest piece was

like two steaks to him. She gave him a small chunk plus a small cap of orange

juice. He ate and was full, and there was still some left. Sarah meanwhile

watched with interest as Number 770 gulped down his meal.

"MUST'VE BEEN REALLY HUNGRY" said Sarah. Number 770 was tired and Sarah saw

this. "WHY DON'T I TAKE YOU UPSTAIRS SO YOU CAN GET SOME REST!" With that Sarah

picked Number 770 up wrapping him once again in her huge hand, and carried him

to her bedroom. She placed brought him up to her huge face, still enclosed in

her fist, and brought him up to her giant lips and kissed him. "YOU ARE SO

UNIQUE" she said as she placed him in one of her husbands thick wool socks, and

placed in the panty drawer.

"SLEEP TIGHT NUMBER 770" she said as she closed it in on him. Number 770 fell

asleep wondering what the next day will bring.

 

 

Last of the Microns-Chapter 2

'Hello mother, it's a fine day in Micronville today' Number 770 said to his

mother.

'Yes son. The sun is out and it's warm.' His mother replied. She was a tender

woman. Tall, dark haired, and beautiful. Her original parents were kidnapped

from New York City. Her features reflected her Puerto Rican and French heritage.

'I want to go with dad on his hunting expedition' an entrhusiastic Number 770

told her.

'You are too young son' his mother replied. 'And besides you can help skin the

baby rat we recently found.'

'This isn't fair I am going anyways' Number 770 said in defiance as he grabbed

his arrow and bow.

'NUMBER 770' his mother screamed at Number 770 who ran out of the hut after his

father. When suddenly the earth shaked. Then the tractor trail crushed his hut.

He ran together with his parents, and then-SPLAT-a giant foot stepped on his

mother.

'MOM' a hysterical Number 770 cried out. And his father was also gone to.

'STOP.....PLEASE' Number 770 yelled at the giant. Then he saw a giant foot

coming for him with booming laughter from above.

'HAHAHAHAHAHAHA' the rolling laughter contiunued.

'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO' and Number 770 suddenly awoke his nightmare. He crawled out of

his sock to find he was no longer in the dresser drawer Sarah left him. He was

now on the dresser as he saw John looking down at him.

'THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA SLEEP ALL DAY. GLAD YOU'RE AWAKE NOW! WE GOT TO GO!'

John explained sounding rushed.

'Go where, what's going on' a confused Number 770 asked.

'YOU HAVE AN APPOINTMENT WITH DR. CHAMBERS' was all he said.

'FOR WHAT' asked Number 770.

'WELL, I WANT TO FIGURE OUT WHO AND WHAT YOU ARE, AND DR. CHAMBERS IS WILLING TO

TAKE SOME TESTS AND DO SOME MEASUREMENTS.'

'But I can't go like this' Number 770 said conscious of his nakedness. 'I have

no clothes.'

'THAT'S ONE OF THE REASONS WE NEED YOU MEASURED, SO WE CAN TAYLOR THE RIGHTY

SIZE OF CLOTHES FOR YOU.'

'Do you have my loin cloth?'

'NO, SARAH THROUGH IT OUT! WE ARE GOING TO MAKE SOME DECENT CLOTHES FOR YOU TO

WEAR. BUT FIRST WE NEED TO TAKE YOUR MEASUREMENTS.'

'Where is Sarah' asked Number 770 not noticing her presence anywhere around.

'SHE'S OUT AT WORK. SHE WILL BE BACK SHORTLY. COME ON WE MUST GO!'

With that John grabbed Number 770 and walked down the stairs quickly. As John

walked Number 770 felt the world going at a fast rate. It felt almost like a

rollercoster ride! He did however notice John's hands smelt cleaner than when he

was first in them, but just as rough in comparison to Sarah's soft and gentle

hands. As he approached the door, Number 770 was stuffed into John's inner coat

pocket, as he put it on. Once again Number 770 was surrounded by darkness.

Number 770 was confused as to what was going on, as John locked his door, opened

his car door, and started the ignition. Number 770 heard allowed humming noise

as the car started and rolled out of the drive way. For what seemed like an

eternity Number 770 was in darkness wondering what was going on.

John finally arrived at their destination. Number 770 heard the humming noise

stop, and the car door open. 'WE ARE HERE' is all Number 770 heard John say.

Number 770 was still wondering what was going on as doors swang open.

'HELLO JOHN' he heard a beautiful female voice say. 'DR. CHAMBERS WILL BE WITH

YOU SHORTLY.'

John took a seat in the waiting area. After two minutes Dr. Chambers arrived.

'HELLO JOHN, GLAD YOU MADE IT.' It was another female voice. And a musical one

at that! 'LET'S SEE WHAT YOU HAVE FOR ME' the second unidentified female voice

said cynically. John accompanied Dr. Chambers through two corridors before

entering her lab.

'NOW WHERE IS THIS ALLEGED LITTLE MAN' she asked impatiently.

'DON'T WORRY I HAVE HIM WITH ME' John replied defensively.

'I HOPE THIS IS NOT ONE OF YOUR 'I FOUND A CRASHED SPACESHIP' KIND OF STUNTS!'

'BUT I DID FIND SPACE ALIEN BODIES! LIKE I SAID, THE GOVERNMENT CARTED THE

BODIES AWAY WHEN WE ARRIVED! BUT I HAVE THE LITTLE MAN YOU ASKED FOR.'

John opened his jacket, and reached for Number 770. Number 770 saw light enter

his dark habitat followed by John's giant hand reaching for him. He was once

again in John's grasp as he was pulled out. John placed him on a nearby counter.

'SEE' exclaimed John. 'I WAS NOT LYING! NOR DID I LIE ABOUT THE DEAD ALIEN

BODIES.'

Number 770 was still disorientated with where he was. He saw two giant bodies

before him. To his left was John, his original capturer. And to his right was

Donna, the mysterious giantess who's musical voice he found intriguing. Number

770 strained his neck trying to get a better look at her. He only saw up to her

breasts, which were well endowed. He did not she was wearing blue jeans, a black

under shirt, covered by a white lab coat. She was of a rather tone athletic

build.

'SO DONNA! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO DAY!' Insisted John very triumphantly.

'I DON'T KNOW! I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT I MY EYES ARE SEEING' a dumfounded Donna

said.

Donna crouched down to get a closer look at Number 770. Now 770 managed to get a

closer look at the doctor. She had long blond hair which appeared to go down her

back. She had large blue eyes, which stared into him like an ocean. She had huge

full and thick pouting lips, with no lipstick. She had freckles on her nose, and

she had the most angelic face. She looked very strikingly like actress Kim

Basinger when she was in Batman Returns. She appeared to be around 35 years old.

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'IT LOOKS SO REAL' stated appearantly indifferent to Number 770's presence, even

though she was focusing on him. He was like there, but not really there. To her,

Number 770 was like piece of art, rather than a real live person.

'THIS IS THE FIND OF THE CENTURY! WHERE DID YOU FIND IT.' As she continued

staring at him, Number 770 looked at her fat juicy thick giant lips, and

imagined himself being kissed by them. Even though Number 770 who was still

naked was getting visibly aroused, the shock off 'a little man' seemed to demand

all of Donna's attention and she did not notice it.

'OH I FOUND HIM IN THE FORESTS TO THE NORTH OF THE CITY, WHERE MY COMPANY IS

BUILDING THAT NEW SHOPPING MALL' replied John. 'ACCORDING TO NUMBER 770 THEY HAD

A SMALL VILLAGE OF SOME SORT THERE AND THERE IS MORE OF THEM IN THAT FOREST!'

'THIS SPECIMEN IS GOOD A FIND AS ANY! WOW!!! A MAN THE SIZE OF AN ACTION

FIGURE!' Donna was still dumstruck, as Number 770 also admired her fine

semitrical features.

'I SHOULD GET GOING DONNA' John finally interrupted. 'I MUST GO TO CHECK UP ON

MY WORK SITE.'

'SO YOU WILL BE SHOWING UP AT MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY ON FRIDAY' interjected Donna.

Donna was John's sister-in-law. Now Donna had stood up to her full height and

was talking with John by the door.

'YES I'LL BE THERE! BUT PLEASE DONNA, KEEP MY TINY MAN'S PRESENCE ON THE DOWNLOW!'

'DON'T WORRY JOHN NO ONE ELSE WILL KNOW!'

'WHEN AM I TO COME BACK FOR HIM' asked John.

'COME BACK IN TWO DAYS. I NEED TO RUN SOME TESTS ON HIM, AND I WILL ALSO ARRANGE

FOR SOME PROPER CLOTHING ONCE I HAVE HIS MEASUREMENTS.'

With that John hugged Donna. Number 770 noticed that Donna was just four inches

shorter than John. John was in fact 6'2, while Donna was 5'10 in height.

'NOW NUMBER 770, BEHAVE. THIS IS DR. CHAMBERS, WHO ALSO HAPPENS TO BE MY WIFE

SARAH'S OLDER SISTER.'

'OLDER BY ONLY A YEAR' interrupted Donna. Appearantly annoyed by being

introduced as Sarah's 'older sister.'

'SHE WILL BE MEASURING YOU, AND DOING SOME TESTS. NOTHING BIG, JUST TESTING YOUR

DNA AND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY YOU ARE SO SMALL!'

'THANKS I COULD HAVE TOLD HIM MYSELF' an annoyed Donna interrupted. 'DON'T WORRY

NUMBER 770, I WON'T HURT YOU!'

'ANYWAYS, I MUST GO' said John as he walked out.

Once again Donna's attention was on Number 770. She walked towards him and

reached for him. Her hand (with its well manicured trimmed nails) surrounded

him. Once again Number 770 found himself in a giant hand, and being lifted

before a giant face. An extremely beautiful face at that! Her hands were nice,

warm, and soft. He enjoyed the nice feeling of every inch of his tiny being

surrounded by her hand.

'YOU ARE THE MOST UNIQUE THING I HAVE EVER SEEN! WHY ARE YOU CALLED NUMBER 770?'

'That's what my mother and father called me' he explained.

'YOU ARE JOKING RIGHT? WHY DID YOU NOT HAVE A NAME LIKE PAUL OR JAKE?'

'All Micron names start with the word 'Number' and a digit. This is how we keep

track of our population and we know belongs to what family.'

'ARE ALL PEOPLE WHERE YOU COME FROM AS SMALL AS YOU? THIS IS AMAZING! I ONLY

READ ABOUT THIS IN THE FAIRYTALES! IN MY 36 YEARS ON THIS EARTH, I WOULD NEVER

BELIEVE A RACE OF SMALL BEINGS ACTUALLY EXISTED! AND YOU LOOK SO MUCH LIKE US!'

'I never knew giants could look as beautiful as you and Sarah. My mother always

told me giants were ugly and wanted to kill us. We were warned to never venture

beyond the freezone. I was never told giant females existed!'

'HOW SWEAT YOU THINK I AM BEAUTIFUL' she said bringing the tiny man in her fist

up to her giant lips. Number 770 got a close up of her giant succulent lips,

thinking at first she was going to eat him. But instead her lips pursed and he

was kissed by them. This was like nothing he had ever felt before. And his tiny

cock was now really aroused as it grew against the palm of her hand Encircling

him.

'Why did you do that' asked a blushing and confused Number 770.

'WELL YOU COMPLIMENTED MY LOOKS. BESIDES WE 'GIANTS' AREN'T ALL BAD!'

Donna set Number 770 down next to a a giant (to him) ruler. She picked it up and

held it next to Number 770.

'NOW STAND STRAIGHT' Donna commanded. Number 770 did as she asked him. Her huge

blue eyes scanned his tiny body, and she found he was 3.7 inches tall. She wrote

this down in her notebook near by. She next held him between thumb and

forefinger, and wrapped a measuring take around his body to measure his waist

and chest. She next placed him on a scale to measure him. All of this was

recorded in her little book. She then set Number 770 down on his back, and

ordered him to spread his legs spread eagle style. She took measurements of his

legs and arms. She next took a magnifying glass and peered at him through it.

Her eyes looked HUGE to him, and all he could see was a vast ocean of blue above

him.

'YOU ARE SURE A WORK OF ART NUMBER 770' she said in a serious tone. She then

released him from his confines. 'YOU MUST BE HUNGRY AND TIRED! I WILL SET YOU IN

YOUR NEW HOME, AND GIVE YOU SOME FOOD.' With that Number 770 found himself once

again enclosed in her giant hand as she carried him to his cage. Number 770

enjoyed being in her hand, and wished this would not end. But before long he was

deposited in a hamster cage.

'THIS IS THE BEST WE HAVE FOR NOW! I WILL PROVIDE BETTER ACCOMIDATIONS LATER

TODAY!'

She then dropped a dish with sliced vegetables and meat, and a bowl of water.

'EAT UP AND GET SOME REST! I MUST NOW GET BACK TO AN EARLIER PROJECT I HAD!'

She left him a blanket to keep himself warm. Donna left the room and turned off

the lights. Number 770 found himself once again alone in the dark without any

light.

 

 

 

Last of the Microns-Chapter 3

'Son you have stubble. The first sign of mature manhood. Which is why I must

explain to you about the world.' Number 345 had a look of concern on her face.

'What's this all about mother' a confused Number 770 asked.

'Well son, I want to explain the rules of our tribe. In the lands a ayunder,

beyond the mountains. Are giants.'

'Giants' Number 770 innocently asked.

'Yes Giants! They are fierce and loathsome creatures, that love to eat our

kind.'

'What' Number 770 asked quite intrigued at this.

'These giants capture little people like us that venture into their world. Which

is why you must stay in the natural perimeters the gods have set for us, and

never travel beyond the mountains. A giant's finger is as tall as one of us.

That's how huge they are!' Number 633 said this with much emotion.

'Alright mom! Can I run off with the rest of the group?' Number 770 had nothing

on his mind but going on a hunting expedition with his initiation group. Once a

boy reached puberty, the tribe initiated them sending them on a group hunting

mission to prove their manhood. Their mission was to hunt their first racoon!

'Yes son, go ahead.'

'Don't worry mom, I'll be back before nightfall with our catch!' He kissed his

mom and was off.

'Hey Number 775, looking forward to the hunt' an excited Number 770 asked.

'I'm kinda nervous. I mean, a beaver is kinda big.' Number 775 obviousely had

little confidence.

'Don't worry man, this will be great.' Number 770 gave his buddy a light punch

to the arm, to give him a confidence boost.

20 teenagers showed up for the expedition. Armed with arrows they were ready to

go. Their leader prepped them off for the hunt and lead them on. They reached

the river banks and waited for a beaver to arrive. The river was like a lake to

them almost!

'Men, be patient it will come!' The village elder said. The teens were restless.

Many wanted to go home.

And sure enough the beaver showed up. 'Ready. Aim. Fire!' They shot poisoned

arrows at the beaver as it emerged from the river.

'POOMF' the beaver went crazy as the poisoned arrows pierced its skin. The group

scattered as the beaver chased after them. They spread out heading for which

ever high ground they could. Five were squashed by the beaver, and two were

gobbled by it.

'Oh my Gawd, what the fuck' a frantic Number 775 uttered. The Village Elder held

his hand on his shoulder as they watched from their hiding place.

'Don't worry son, the poison will take effect any moment now. Number 770 didn'ty

know what to think, while his friend was in shell shock.

'NUMBER 770 TIME TO RISE AND SHINE.' Number 770 was confused and disorientated.

As he came to his senses, a wind blew his way. It smelt of peppermint. 'TIME TO

WAKE UP LITTLE MAN.'

Number 770 got up off of his makeshift bed on the floor of the cage, and walked

towards the bars of his hamster cage, where he was greeted by the huge pretty

face of Donna staring at him with through the other side. He couldn't get over

her huge thick juicy full lips and her huge blue eyes. Now she was wearing a

light red shade of lipstick. He had never seen a woman as beautiful as this

before, amongst the Microns! He was never told about giant women by his mother,

who only told him negative things about the giants.

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What Dr. Donna Chambers looks like. Just like actress Kim Basinger looked in the

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'WE MUST BEGIN THE NEXT STAGE OF YOUR TESTS.' Withe that she opened the hamster

cage, and Number 770 found himself engulfed in her hand. He could not get over

the warmth and softness of her hand, and how every inch of his tiny 3.5 inch

body was surrounded by it. She brought him up before her huge face.

'HAD A NICE SLEEP NUMBER 770' she asked reasonably.

'It was so real. I dreamt of my mother and my friends. It was so real!' Number

747 was still evidently not over the shock of living in a world of giants. And

being forever separated from the world he once knew.

'I HOPE YOU CAN TELL ME MORE ABOUT THIS! I AM VERY INTERESTED IN YOUR LIKE BACK

IN YOUR LITTLE VILLAGE, AND YOUR DREAMS.' Donna now walked with Number 770

wrapped in her fist, while she stroked his head with the tip of her forefinger

of the other hand. Donna enjoyed the feel of the tiny young man in her hand,

while Number 770 was really enjoying the treatment. The warmth of her hand

surround his tiny body and her gentle stroking of his head was relaxing and he

was about to doze off to sleep again when she placed him in a dish of warm

water. 'YOU NEED TO BATHE.' She dropped a bit of irritation free shampoo in the

dish, and walked to her office to give him sometime to wash. Number 770 noticed

from behind that Donna was now wearing a plack skirt which showed a voluptuous

well kept butt. But he noticed she still wore the same white lab coat. He

enjoyed the warm bath. He had experienced nothing like this before in his life.

Back in the village he bathed in nearby streams which were always rather cold,

and took sometime of getting used to.

When Number 770 was done he waited for Donna to return. She returned from her

office to fetch him. She picked him up and rinsed him off in the nearby tub, and

then held him in her opened palm up for her inspection. She held her palm up to

her huge blue eyes. And she then moved her hand down to her nose to take a

sniff.

'YOU SMELL CLEAN AS A WHISTLE' she said as her huge nose sniffed at him. Number

770 sitting up in her palm found himself now before her giant full lips which he

had admired ever since being brought to the lab. And she softly blew on his tiny

form. It again had that familiar peppermint smell to it. And it felt nice and

cool against his wet skin which was quickly drying. She cupped her other hand

over Number 770 and brought it to her lips, blowing hot air into it, to both dry

and warm him up. It became like an oven, but he was now dry. And loved the smell

of her minty breath. Something about it turned him on. He next saw her huge blue

eyes peering at him through the opening of her cupped hands. She then uncupped

them.

'NICE AND DRY I SEE' she reasonably asked. 'NOW ON WITH THE TESTS.' With that

Donna carried Number 770 in her opened palm to a table where she set him down.

She ordered him to stand, while she peered at him through a magnfying glass. Her

huge blue eye looked like an ocean. 'HOLD STILL NUMBER 770 DON'T MOVE' she

firmly ordered. She then asked him to turn around. She got out her small (to

her) notepad and began jotting down her findings. She could not believe how

proportional and how similar to a regular sized man he was. His genetalia looked

like that of a normal human male of his age.

She next opened her lab coat pocket and put four objects before Number 770 One

was a pencil. The next was a rubber. Next was a little block. And that was

followed by a normal house key. 'I WANT YOU TO LIFT EACH OBJECT UP.' Number 770

did as he was asked. The pencil with he lifted, but it was with difficulty and

awkwardness. He picked it up as one would a long log. He next tried the rubber

which was like a huge boulder. He gave up after much trying. The block he did

lift up but only to his chest, it was heavy. And the key, he could not budge.

All the while Donna took notes.

'INTERESTING' was all she said as she with each picked each up with her fingers

and placed them in her pocket. She picked him up without saying anything and

brought him over to another table.'I NEED YOU TO LIE DOWN ON THE SURFACE.' He

did as she ordered, and she again took out some take, and secured his legs in

spread eagle form.

'What is this part of the experiment about' Number 770 obviousely nervous, asked

the giant scientist.

'NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT' was all she replied while she picked up a feather

nearby and began tickling his feet with it. Number 770 giggled as he struggled

to free himself. But the bonds of tape were too strong for him. She then tickled

him under his armpits. She watched as the excitement and stress developed an

erection. She stopped and then began the process over again. Number 770 was now

scared and wanted the torture to end. The third time she tickled his tiny balls

and dick. This felt good and arousing. He looked up at the beautiful giant

doctor as she gently tickled his genitals with the feather. He soon came all

over the feather. She then dissappeared with the feather while he lay down

exhuasted. She reappared after two hours. Number 770 fell asleep, and once again

recalled events in his life back at the village.

'WAKE UP' Donna boomed as she simultaneousely pounted her fist next to him.

'I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU GOT SO TINY, BUT I STUDIED YOUR SPERM!'

'What's sperm' Number 770 interrupted. During his time in the village he was not

educated as to what sperm or semen were. The CIA never taught his parents nor

any of the other elders that had grown up in CIA confinement. They just knew

when a male and female coupled up, a baby came. So Donna explained what it was

to him.

'AS I WAS SAYING! YOUR DNA ANALYSIS CONFIRMS YOUR HUMAN LIKE US! YOU AREN'T A

SPACE ALIEN OR ANYTHING, WHICH IS WHAT WE SUSPECTED FROM THE BEGINING! IT WOULD

APPEAR YOU WERE SHRUNK!'

She now gently released the tapes bonding him to the table, and picked him up.

After being exposed to the cold air of the lab, it was a relief to be once again

wrapped in Donna's warm soft giant hand. She brought him before her huge face.

'NOW LITTLE MAN. I WANT TO KNOW WHERE I CAN FIND THE REST OF YOUR KIND SO I CAN

REUNITE YOU ALL!'

After that torture session Number 770 didn't know whether she could be trusted

or not. He hesitated.

'DON'T WORRY LITTLE GUY I WANT TO PROTECT YOUR PEOPLE.' She continued to hold

him before her face, as she walked towards his cage. 'I WAS WONDERING IF WE

COULD AT LEAST SECURE A FEMALE FOR YOU SO YOU CAN PROPGATE YOUR SPECIES FOR US!'

She now placed Number 747 back in his cage. 'I HAVE SOME FOOD FOR YOU IN THE

DISH, GET WELL RESTED!'

She once again was off. Number 770 felt alone in the cage. He longed for her

presence, her touch. But she was gone. After losing his parents and being

removed from his village, he felt very lonely. Never before had he felt like

this before. Her warm smothering touch, was the only human contact he ever

experienced.

After he finished eating he decided to scan his environment. Learn all about

where he was being kept. He walked from one end of the cage to the next getting

a view of the giant lab. He also wanted to escape. Maybe find his way back to

his village and his people. He was not buying that he belonged to the same race

as these giants. Nor, that at one point he was a giant.

As he was about to take a nap, the door opened and in walked Donna and another

scientist. This scientist was a female and very attractive at that! She was as

tall, but shorter than Donna. Actually, 5'9 in height with a thin well-toned

body.

'SO LIKE, WHERE'S THAT LITTLE DUDE YOU PROMISED TO SHOW ME' the new scientist

asked. She had one of those party girl type of voices. She had a mischevious

tone to her voice too!

'OVER HERE' Donna said pointing at Number 770's cage before them. She opened the

cage door and picked Number 770 up. He was placed on the table next to the cage.

'NOW YOU DON'T WANT TO FRIGHTEN THE LITTLE FELLOW, HE'S BEEN THROUGH A LOT'

Donna stirnly told Number 770. The new girl bent down to get a closer look at

Number 770. As she admired Number 770's small size, Number 770 studied her giant

features intently. She had curly blond hair framing her cute younger face. She

had lovely hazel eyes, freckles on her cute nose, dimples, and nice thick and

full pouting lips. She had on the same light red shade of lipstick Donna had on.

And she appeared to be about 28 years old. She was more beautiful than Donna.

But something about the way she looked at him with those huge hazel eyes made

him uncomfortable. Although he wanted to be kissed by those huge giant lips.

'YOU ARE SO COOL! HOW DID YOU GET SO SMALL LITTLE DUDE.'

'I was born like this. As were my parents and all in my village.'

'GET OUTTA HERE LITTLE MAN' she giggled very immaturely.

'I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WEREN'T KIDDING ME DONNA' she said still amazed by the tiny

man before her.

'STEFANIE WE NEED TO GET TO WORK' Donna finally interrupted. She picked Number

770 up and walked towards a cage with a hamster. 'STEFANIE WE ARE GOING TO STUDY

HIS CAPACITY FOR STRESS!'

He was placed in the cage with the rat. Number 770 was now really scared. 'COOL'

Stefanie boomed with approval. Number 770 spying an old abandoned pin ran

towards it and pointed it at the mouse. The mouse was the size of a rhino to

him! But he through the pin like a spear into its head, killing the rat on

contact.

'AMAZING' Donna uttered. 'I THOUGHT I WOULD HAVE TO INTERVENE! STEFANIE THIS WAS

SUPPOSED TO BE AN EXPERIMENT FOR STRESS MANAGEMENT, BUT IT SEEMS HE HAS NO

FEAR!' What further amazed the two giantesses was seeing Number 770 remove the

pin from the rat's skull and praying before it. He then proceeded to try and

skin the rat for foood. At that point Donna opened the cage door, took the pin

from Number 770, and picked him up. 'ENOUGH NUMBER 770' she interjected. She

then placed him on the desk.

'COOL LITTLE MAN' Stefanie directed towards Number 770. 'CAN I PICK HIM UP' she

asked Donna.

'SURE, SINCE YOU WILL BE WORKING A LOT WITH HIM' she replied. Not a second

wasted, Stefanie reached for Number 770, who found himself wrapped in her giant

hand. He noticed her nails were a little longer than Donna's, but well maniucred.

Her hand was soft and warm, and and a lot smoother than Donna's. He found

himself before her giant face.

'I CAN'T BELIEVE I HAVE A PERSON IN MY HAND. COOL!'

'NOW STEFANIE' Donna interrupted. 'TAKING CARE OF NUMBER 770 IS A

RESPONSIBILITY. YOU NEED TO FEED HIM AROUND 7 A.M., 12 P.M., AND 4 P.M., EVERY

DAY. I AM HANDING HIM OVER TO YOU AS I HAVE OTHER PROJECTS TO DEAL WITH, PLUS

UNRAVELLING HIS ORIGINS WILL TAKE SOME TIME AND RESEARCH. I BELIEVE HE'S THE

VICTIM OF A SECRET GOVERNMENT PROJECT. I EXPECT YOU'LL FOLLOW MY INSTRUCTIONS AS

I SET THEM DOWN FOR YOU!'

'DON'T WORRY DONNA, I AM A PROFESSIONAL! I HAVE WORKED FOR THREE DIFFERENT

COMPANIES, ALL WHICH GAVE ME THE HIGHEST RECOMMENTATIONS.'

'I KNOW, THAT'S WHY YOU ARE HERE' Donna interrupted. 'I JUST WANT TO MAKE SURE

HE'S TAKEN WELL CARE OF, AS HE IS A ONE OF A KIND.'

With that, Donna left as Stefanie continued to hold Number 770 in her hand. As

soon as Donna left, she brought him before her huge face.

'COOL A LITTLE MAN' she boomed with a bit of a schoolgirl giggle. 'I AM STEFANIE!

AND I WILL BE STUDYING YOU! YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE US SO RICH LITTLE MAN!' She

opened her palm, and began prodding at his tiny poddy. She pocked Number 770 in

the stomach with the forefinger of her free hand knocking the wind out of him.

'AWE! POOR WIDDLE MAN HURT BY MY BIG FINGER.' She laughed. She then placed her

finger between his chest and legs, prying him opened, and flatning him on his

back in her palm. He lay looking into the face of the giantess, who had a real

sadistic look to her. Inspite of his fear, he was also aroused and she saw this.

'SO MY WIDDLE MAN FANCIES ME' she said widening her huge hazel eyes at his

erection. Stefanie was from England, and had a sexy English accent. She

immediately stroked his tiny erection with her free index finger. She rubbed his

tiny penis watching it get harder and about to explode. Her finger was like a

huge log as it gently rubbed back and forth. She then stopped just as he was

about to climax, and gave him a light flick in the balls.

'COOL' she said as he bellowed over in pain grabbing his aching nutts. 'AT LEAST

WE KNOW YOUR TINY DICK AND BALLS WORK' she boomed with a giggle.

'ENOUGH FUN FOR TODAY' was all she said, as she wrapped her giant fingers around

Number 770 and carried him back to his cage. 'I MUST DO SOME PAPER WORK, BUT WE

WILL HAVE MORE FUN LATER' she said as she giggled to herself.

Number 770 did not think he was going to like this Stefanie. Although she was

the most extremely attractive woman he had ever met in his life, her meanness

killed everything. Number 770 made up his mind, he had to escape somehow!

 

 

LAST OF THE MICRONS-Chapter 4

Number 770 contemplated the idea of escaping. But then remembering his masters

John and Sarah, and how kind they were to him. And Dr. Donna Chambers had been

very kind to him. Just this new scientist had a mean streak to her. Number 770

ate the food prepared for him as he thought of what to do. It consisted of a

mixture of minsed beef and vegetables. It was quite tasty, although he really

wanted to eat that rat. He wondered why did Donna stop him from eating the rat?

Number 770 finished his dinner and noticed a small piece of cloth. He would make

himself another loin cloth. He also saw small pieces of elastic and small pieces

of bark. He would make himself a bow and arrow. He finished fashioning arrows

using the edges of the bars, and created a line of arrows. He also created a

loin cloth for himself. The idea was that when Stefanie returned for him, he

would shoot her. As the giantess was stun in pain, he would make a run for the

end of the table, drop to the floor and run to the whole behind the table. He

would then try and return to his people and the land where he came from. He

prayed to Lunata, the goddess of war. Lunata looked out for the people of

Micron, and would pull him through he thought!

He waited in anticipation of her return. And sure enough he heard the door

opened as Stefanie walked in.

'HEY SQUIRT I HAVE SOME GREAT NEWS FOR YOU' the giantess almost sang in a

musical tone. 'DR. CHAMBERS MANAGED TO CONVINCE HER BROTHER-IN-LAW TO SELL YOU

TO OUR LAB FOR TWO HUNDRED GRAND. LOOKS LIKE WE'LL BE SPENDING A LOT OF TIME

TOGETHER NOW NUMBER 770.'

Number 770 steddied himself for her. He knew at the news that John had abandoned

him to the mercy of this giant bitch, there was no turning back. Now Stefanie

was before his cage with a mischevious grin on her huge pretty face.

'AWE! YOU LOOK SO CUTE WIDDLE MAN' as she opened his cage to reach in for him.

'YOU LOOK LIKE A LITTLE CAVEMAN.'

As she reached for him, Number 770 let his arrows shoot into her. 'OUCH' the

giantess yelled as they stung her. It gelt like the sting of a wasp. Meanwhile

as she briefly nursed her stung hand, Number 770 bolted out the cage for the

end. He was on his way to freedom. He had only seconds. He ran with his bow tied

around his waste like the true warrior he was.

'YOU TINY ARSE IS SO DEAD WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU' the now angry giantess

bellowed as she spied the tiny man starting to make his way down the leg of the

table. 'FE, FI, FO, FUM, YOUR TINY ARSE IS GOING TO BE SQUISHED UNDER MY THUMB'

she bellowed as she reached for the tiny man.

Number 770 found himself wrapped in Stefanie's giant hand. She was holding him

real tight and squeezing the life out of him. Number 770 found himself before

her angry giant face. He could see the hate in her huge hazel eyes.

'WHAT WAS THE BIG IDEA PULLING THAT STUNT, YOU LITTLE SHIT' she softly spoke to

him. 'I HAVE A MINE TO PULL YOUR ARMS AND LEGS OUT! OR MAYBE I SHOULD JUST

SQUISH YOU TO PULP IN MY HAND?'

Inspite of his fear, he found his tiny cock expanding against her palm as it

tightly held against every inch of his 3.5 inch tall body. Even though he wore a

loin cloth, the pressure of her tight vice like grip against his groin, was

making it expand.

Inspite of her angry, Stefanie knew she could not really kill him. Of course if

he does she could always say it was an accident. But this placement was the

world to her! This was her first time working on a highly classified project,

and she had big plans. And she could not help but admire the tiny man in her

hand. She released her grip as she placed him in the palm of her other hand. She

removed his weapon and took a good look at it.

'AMAZING LITTLE ONE. YOU SURE ARE A CRAFTY ONE!' She could not believe the work

that went into this. She would definetely have to record this in her journal.

She brought peered down at the tiny man, as he lay in fear in her palm. He was a

work of art she thought! He was very athletically built. Not terribly muscular

like a wrestler. He was perfectly toned and fit looking. She admired his

pectorials and his almost flawless brown complexion and long black hair, and his

beardless face.

Number 770 lay motionless in Stefanie's palm. He wondered what she had in mind

for him. He could not help but admire the giantesses beautiful features. Her

huge hazel eyes, her beautiful brown freckles that adorned her giant nose, and

her full thick juicy lips, which now had a light turqoui shade. He was further

suprised as she blew on him with those beautiful giant lips of hers he admired

so much. It smelt of bubble gum.

Stefanie blew on his tiny form in her palm. 'SUCH A HANDSOME LITTLE FELLOW' she

finally remarked in a soft and seductive manner. With the index finger of her

free hand, she felt his tiny chest. The sensation of her giant index finger on

his tiny nipples was really sensual. She petted tussed his hair a bit, and then

proceeded to stroke his tiny legs.

Number 770's fear of the giantess began to dissipate, as his sensations

concentrated on the sensual feeling of Stefanie's giant finger proding his body.

'LET'S SEE WHAT'S UNDER THERE' Stefanie whispered down to Number 770, as her

thumb came down on his chestm and fastened him to the giant palm, while the

thumb and forefinger of her free hand tugged away at his loincloth. 'I LIKE YOU

BETTER IN YOUR BIRTHDAY SUIT, MY LITTLE CUPBOARD INDIAN' she said as she admired

his tiny cock. She through hs makeshift loincloth in a nearby trash can.

Stefanie released her thumb hold on his body, as she admired his now fully naked

tiny form. She took up a magnifying glass from a nearby table, and held it over

him. She wanted a closer look at his tiny body. She saw up closer that his

appearantly smooth body, had some scars on it, from his earlier life in the

wild. She saw his individual features and its flaws, due to his exposure to the

elements for most of his tiny life. She also admired his tiny pubic hairs, and

how proportionally his cock looked. She took mental note of this, for further

recordings.

'NICE WORK INDEED' she sighed, as she continued to study him. Number 770 looked

up into her huge hazel eyes as she studied him. He saw traces of greenish tint

to her now magnified eyes.

'WHAT DOES IT FEEL LIKE BEING UNDER A MAGNIFYING GLASS' she finally asked.

Number 770 was silent. 'I WONDER HOW IT MUST FEEL TO BE A TINY PERSON IN A WORLD

OF GIANTS.'

Stefanie placed the magnifying glass down, and with her free index finger probed

his tiny genitals. She rubbed his tiny cock up and down. She looked at the raw

pleasure on his tiny face, which only a moment ago had a look of fear. She moved

her finger to his chest, which she stroked again. Admiring its smoothness.

'HAVE YOU EVER BEEN WITH A WOMAN BEFORE! I MEAN, ARE THERE WOMEN YOUR SIZE WHERE

YOU COME FROM?' She couldn't help but be amazed at the handsome young tiny man

in her palm. She admired the boy's bravery, even at defying her! But the tiny

man shook his head, blushing.

'WHY WOULD NOT A YOUNG MAN AS HANDSOME AS YOU NOT HAVE A SWEATY? I AM SURE ALL

THE TINY WOMEN WANTED YOU' she finished as she once again played with his tiny

cock, this time between thumb and forefinger.

'IT WOULD BE NICE IF WE CAN FIND YOUR VILLAGE, AND SET YOU UP WITH A TINY WOMAN.

SO YOU CAN BREED US MORE OF YOUR KIND!' She was excited with the possibility of

breeding a race of tiny people. She also thought of how when the public was

ready for such knowledge, she could get rich from breeding and selling tiny

people as pets.

Number 770 was about to blow his load when she stopped. Number 770 frustrated at

this, grabbed his tiny cock, and started jerking off. Stefanie was taken off

guard, but was amused at the sight of a little man masturbating in her palm. She

licked her lips and started making kissy faces at the tiny man, who focussed on

her beautiful face as he continued to jerk off.

'THAT'S IT TINY MAN' she said giving him encouragement. She blew on him, turning

him on even more! And finally he got release.

'NOW, NOW, ALL BETTER WIDDLE MAN' she teasing said, as she wrapped her hand

around him. 'TIME TO GO! I KNOW I SHOULDN'T BE TAKING YOU OUT, BUT DR. CHAMBERS

IS GOING TO BE GONE FOR A WEEK ON BUSINESS, AND I WANT TO TAKE YOU HOME WITH ME!

I WANT TO KEEP AN EYE ON YOU AT ALL TIMES LITTLE MAN.' She bit her lower lip as

she pondered where to put him as she exited the building.

'I KNOW' she said to herself, as she continued to hold the little man before her

face. 'HOW'D YOU LIKE TO SEE MY BREASTS CLOSE UP' she asked, as she unbuttoned

her lab jacket, and placed him in her bra. She sandwhiched him between her

mamoth breasts, and then buttoned up her white lab coat. 'THAT OUGHT TO KEEP

YOUR TINY ARSE OUT OF TROUBLE LITTLE MAN!'

Everything was dark around Number 770. But he noticed her breasts were soft and

warm. He was very grateful for his position, inspite of the tight squeeze, as

they moved. They rubbed into his cock, jerking him off, as she walked out of the

lab towards the car. He enjoyed two orgasms by the time she reached the car.

Number 770 was in heaven. But at the same time, he wondered where Stefanie was

taking him.

Stefanie walked out of the lab, locked up, and turned on the alarm. She exited

the restrictive area and walked out the main hall towards the lobby of the

building. She enjoyed teh feel of Number 770 between her breasts. She was

overjoyed that Donna would be on a business trip for a whole week, giving her

plenty of time to explore the possibilities with a tiny man. She had watched

re-runs of Land of the Giants, and had always wondered what it would be like to

posses and play with a tiny man. Now she would be able to explore this fantasy

of hers and nobody could stop her. She could torment and tease him, just as long

as he is brought back to the lab in one piece! She was happy she was chosen for

this project.

 

Here is the long awaited and neglected,

continuation. Sorry I haven't gotten to finishing it. Been quite busy these

days. But here it is. Enjoy!

Last of the Microns Part 5

Number 770 was in the dark of Stefanie's clevarage. He enjoyed the feel of being

between her breasts. He was cushioned from all sides. And what's more, he had a

hard on. He wished he could move, to relieve his hard on. But he was stuck in

place. He was worried what she had in mind for him. She seemed like a loose

cannon to him, and he didn't know what to think. He really wished he was with

Dr. Donna Chambers instead. Suddenly he felt the car stop vibrating.

'WE'RE HERE TINY' she said, in her musical British accent.

Stefanie got out of the car, and walked to her front door. Although Number 770

obviousely did not see it, Stefanie lived in a luxurious two bedroom bungalow

which she shared with her roommate from Sweden, who was also a scientist. She

fumbled for the keys, and finding them, opened the door and entered in.

'HOME SWEAT HOME' the giantess breathed, talking to herself mainly.

Number 770 was still wondering where he was. All he knew was he wasn't in the

lab anymore. He soon enough felt Stefanie's fingers reaching for him, as he was

pulled out from her cleverage. He was now before her huge pretty face. She

looked identical to Canadian speedskating athlete, Catriona Le May Doan. See her

picture below:

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He could not get over how erotic it was to be wrapped in her giant hand. Every

inch of it covered his tiny body, save for the upper chest to head, which she

allowed to stick out. Although her grip was less gentle than Donna's.

'HOW DO YOU LIKE MY HOUSE' she whispered to him softly in a teasing fashion.

'OH, I FORGOT I DID NOT GIVE YOU THE GRAND TOUR YET' she said sarcastically.

'RIGHT NOW WE ARE IN LIVING ROOM.'

And she walked around introducing the various rooms of the house. Number 770 was

just enjoying the feel of being in her hand. Although she still made him easy,

he was more relaxed with her.

'NOW YOU'VE SEE MY HOUSE, TIME TO TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOU MATE' she said as she

placed Number 770 on the table. She brought her giant face level to him on the

table, as she crouched to get a close look.

'I told you everything, what more do you want' Number 770 asked.

'I WANT TO KNOW HOW YOU GOT SO SMALL, AND AT YOUR SKILLS AT MAKING BOWS AND

ARROWS' Stefanie asked him.

'I've always been small all my life Dr. Black' she said.

'PLEASE CALL ME STEF' she interjected. 'I DON'T LIKE THE FORMALITIES' she said.

'As for my weapons, we all learn that in the village, from when start growing

hair around our penises.'

'YOU MEAN WHEN YOU REACH PUBERTY' Stefanie interrupted.

'If that's what you call it, yes' Number 770 replied. 'We also learn about being

a man, and our responsibilities to the village and tribe.'

'INTERESTING' she replied.

'CAN YOU DO A DEMONSTRATION ON WEAPON MAKING FOR ME' Stefanie asked.

'All I need are some small twigs, some grass blades, and a rock, and I'll

demonstrate to you' he instructed her.

'ALRIGHT' she finally said.

Dr. Stefanie Black did as she was asked, and brought Number 770 what he needed.

She watched as the Lilliputan hunter sharped a twig against the rock. She

watched him cut the grass blades, and tie them around a twig into a bow. Within

an hour, he had a set of sharpened arrows and a bow.

'IMPRESSIVE' Stefanie interjected. 'VERY IMPRESSIVE.' Stefanie noted all of this

down in her little pad book. 'SHOW ME HOW THEY WORK' she demanded.

Number 770 shot some arrows at nearby fruits.

'GOOD' little one. 'HERE'S ANOTHER TEST.' She took a fruit from the backet, and

with a marker made a target which she placed over at the fridge on the other

side. 'CAN YOU HIT THE CIRCLE IN THE MIDDLE' she asked.

'No problem' Number 770 confidently replied. Inspite of the distance, without

wasting anytime, he shot at the target and hit it right in the middle. Stefanie

was impressed. All of this she jotted down.

'AMAZING LITTLE ONE. NOW TRY AND FIGHT ME OFF' she said with a wicked grin.

Number 770 shot an arrow at her approaching hand, and she yelled in pain. 'YOU

FUCKING LITTLE BASTARD' as she quickly flicked the arrow out of his hand. 'NOT

SO TOUGH NOW' she triumphantly whispered, as she flicked him hard in the chest.

Number 770 rolled over in pain.

'GET UP' she ordered him.

Number 770 got up, and she poked him, knocking him down.

'HAHAHAHA' she mocked him. 'EVEN MY FINGER IS STRONGER THAN YOU.'

He got up, now really pissed he attacked her forefinger, only to be knocked town

again.

'TSK, TSK, TSK' she mockingly boomed. 'TEMPER, TEMPER, LITTLE ONE.' She then

pursed her lips, and blew hard on him. Number 770 fell down. Number 770 felt

reall humiliated. 'EVEN MY BREATH CAN KNOCK YOU DOWN, THAT'S HOW WEAK YOU ARE'

she boasted.

Stefanie then raised her hand in a fist, and slammed it next to Number 770

scaring him more.

'POOR HELPLESS WIDDLE LICKLE MAN, SCARED BY A BIG GIRL LIKE ME' she mocked him.

She then picked him up between thumb and forefinger before her giant thick and

juicy, pouty lips. 'AND YOU STILL HAVE A HARD ON' she said.

Stefanie stuck her giant tongue between his tiny legs, and licked his balls and

cock. She probed between his legs, giving him pleasure on a gigantic scale. He

was really in heaven, inspite of his fear of her. He felt her bubblegum scented

breath flow over his body.

'YOU ARE REALLY ENJOYING THIS WIDDLE MAN' she said. She continued playing with

her tongue between his legs, when the door opened. It was her roommate Inga.

'HELLO STEFANIE, ARE YOU HOME' she asked in her thick and sexy Swedish accent.

'RIGHT OVER HERE INGA' Stefanie answered.

Number 770 was now totally wrapped in Stefanie's hand. He couldn't see anything,

as he was totally in her hand.

'I HAVE SOMETHING TO SHOW YOU INGA' Stefanie said with excitement.

'VAT COULD IT BE' Inga innocently asked.

'OH YOU'LL SEE' she said. 'JUST FOLLOW ME INGIE' she urged.

Stefanie had Inga follow her into her study area. Stefanie then stopped and

looked at Inga.

'PROMISE YOU WON'T FREAK OUT OR TRY TO KILL IT' she stirnly asked Inga.

'PROMISE, NOW ZSHOW ME IT, OR STOP VASTING MY TIME STEFIE' she replied,

appearantly annoyed with her roommate.

'OKAY, HERE IT IS' and Number 770 found Stefanie's hand he was in descending,

and he was released. He