Amy's magnificent legs, slightly flexing, as she took her time - just smoothly walking along - but, for me, ...it was like I was squished down tightly, deep inside the humid pocket of some enormous cheerleader! Cheering, and jumping up and down, doing splits and shaking her butt!
Her entire nether region swelling up against me, her humid overheated mound pressing against me with each rhythmic step. Fighting for air and swallowed up inside this thick cloud of heady sweet steam... curly strands of the golden thread completely encompassing my naked body - rubbing against me with a tough wire-like roughness.
The beautiful blonde behemoth suddenly sat down and crossed her legs. The pressure increasing tenfold - squashing the air from my lungs - her massive legs so conforming and soft, feeling my entire right side being pressed firmly into this massive wall of her inner-thigh...
I turned my face away, trying desperately to get my breath - Amy must have sensed my struggling, as she swiftly removed her crossed leg and slightly opened up the space between her stocking clad thighs.
Luckily, when she sat down, the welting in the top of her pink, nylon stockings, ended just below my waist. She would stand up momentarily, then sit right back down again, ...then, stand back up, then sit down and cross her legs, uncross them, then shift around in the seat and then stand back up again, ....I could hear her talking, through the wall of her soft lower belly, but I couldn't make out what she was saying...
All I could do was stay alive, breath. And, focus on keeping the muscles in my arms and legs tight. Preventing the powerful force of sudden traction from pulling me apart...
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Wearing a nicely creased purple blouse with an extremely tight fitting pair of tan cargo shorts; her black strappy high-heels -her favorite- adding a few inches to her height, ...Angela smiled inwardly carrying herself with that exaggerated feminine confidence.
Her smooth legs and bare ankles, smoothly leading down to her feet - the shoes - giving off that powerful look of supreme dominance. Her bright red toenails highlighting the black leather straps.
Ms. Angela Cooper had to make sure and keep her appointment with Dr. (Maxine) Harrison. She had been ordered to see this doctor, by the staff, at the hospital where she had been employed for the last ten years.
She didn't have to come, but if she didn't, she was going to lose her job.
The only other option that remained would be to start looking elsewhere for employment - and she really didn't want to start all over again, someplace new...
Looking like a slightly over-weight, Kristen Bell, Ms. Cooper, stepped into Maxine's office. Her short stature and a large butt didn't take anything away from her cute-attractiveness. She was more than comfortable in her own skin - and she knew that she was very attractive.
Instantly flashing her 'automatic' smile; her cheeks flushing, obviously ashamed of herself for the unfortunate circumstances for which she was here, she somewhat attempted to try and hide her slight humiliation.
Her four-inch tall, spike heels, cracking firmly out in the hallway, suddenly muted, as she stepped into the plush carpeting inside.
Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, she stepped sideways in front of the couch. Smiling wider, she gave Maxine a quick look and graciously walked around the large leather sofa.
Shifting her shapely hips, sticking her butt out, slowly lowering her behind and gradually sinking down into the crumbling, leather, seat cushion.
Finally, she was here, sitting on the couch. She released a long, slow breath, casually crossing her legs. Awkwardly, attempting to try and get comfortable on this huge leather sofa, ...she glanced toward the closed door and felt a queasy feeling deep in her lower stomach.
Her belly was actually very slim, her waistline quite trim, for her size - not what you would call fat. All of her extra weight had managed to settle around her backside and on her thighs... Her wide set hips were nicely shaped and not excessive, but she really hated the way that her thighs slightly rubbed together...
Reaching up with her right hand, she turned her head and casually flipped her long hair back over her shoulder. Nervously scanning around the room; searching for the hidden camera, ...she knew that there had to be at least one... somewhere.
Her extra large bosom quite an asset; easily drawing different types of attention on a Friday night at the Club, ...not all of it was 'good' though.
She wasn't the best at talking about herself either, and knowing that Maxine already knew a lot about her, ...she wondered, what this woman doctor would want her to do about her problem.
.....
Still imagining what tiny Billy was contending with, while Amy held his miniature sized form in her hot pants.
Maxine quietly cleared her throat and asked Angela the first question,
"So, Angela. How have you been doing?"
"Well, I really don't know. I started to say, 'Fine', but - I know that's not what you're expecting to hear...", she twisted in her seat and leaned forward.
"I haven't been doing my best at controlling this...", she whispered.
"The hospital wonders why I didn't call in... I didn't have an answer, and that's not like me. I usually call in to tell them that I couldn't make it, but lately... I just seem to be so careless. With everything, ...you know?", she gasped with frustration searching for an explanation.
"Have you been doing any drugs?", Maxine inquired.
"I don't do anything but drink. And when I drink, it sometimes helps me to maintain my urges, ...but most of the time it returns with a vengeance and I have to get off.", Angela blushed.
"Don't ask me anything more about my sex life. I have a big problem with that, and I already know that I need 'something' to help me with this constant urge... I haven't been able to go without - 'it' - for more than an hour - or so, before I have to, you know - 'do something', you know... about it?"
Maxine uncrossed her legs, leaning forward, she scribbled something down on her notepad.
Putting her readers back on, and sliding them down on the end of her nose, Maxine scribbled something else down, and then, she slid the pad and pencil down next to her thigh - stuffing the objects in underneath her leg - for safe-keeping - she crossed her legs.
"Alright, Angela. Let's begin somewhere in your past when all of this started." Maxine said.
"I really don't know where to begin. I guess I could start by saying that, most of the relationships that I've had were very short", she lowered her voice.
" I've been abused, ...in most of them.", Angela looked down. " My first boyfriend pushed me down in the street and I fell into a garbage can and broke my wrist."
"What did you do about that?", Maxine quietly asked. "Did you have him arrested?"
Angela smiled, "No. I went out with him for another month and he ended up getting arrested for stealing a car", she laughed.
"Did you see him any longer, after that?"
"No, not really. He called me from jail and my mother answered the phone. She didn't like him... she told him to leave me alone, and he never called again"
"Who did you date after that?
"My second boyfriend was in the military. A real man's man?" She chuckled. "He wanted to get married and take me out of school. I couldn't do that, and he got mad about it.", Angela giggled again. "He was so controlling... ".
"I hope that you didn't marry him?"
Angela leaned back into the leather cushion, "No. He ended up getting killed by friendly fire... somewhere, I don't really really remember what happened..."
"Who was your first husband?", Maxine tried to focus in on her.
"Who Mark? He was a nice guy at first, ...but, I soon realized that he was just as bad as all the rest. He had a hair-trigger temper and if I did something that he didn't like... Like, getting the wrong kind of milk, he would go off and completely trash the kitchen!"
"Did he ever hit you?"
"Oh, after a time, I got tired of his shit and I told him to clean up his own mess. He punched me in the face and split my lip open. I tried to call the cops and he ripped the phone out of my hands and smashed it!"
Angela started to cry.
Maxine decided to quickly change the subject, "Well, let's see if I can get this straight. The hospital wants you to stay and do a more light-duty type work. I can have that arranged for you if you like... I would like for you to continue working."
"Oh, that's great!", Angela perked up.
"So, is there something I can take that will tone it down?", she whispered.
Leaning forward again. "God, I just can't seem to satisfy the constant urge..."
Maxine spoke in a sophisticated tone, "I'd like to try something else, ...if you wouldn't mind. I have a new program starting up today. I would like you to be the first to commit to it. Would you be willing to try something a bit unorthodox, and might I say, experimental?"
"Yeah sure. I don't mind trying something new."
"Alright then, we'll call you back in, -maybe this afternoon- and I'll give you the details.", Maxine pulled out her notepad and quickly scratched down a few more notes.
.....
Mr. Speedman casually strolled into the waiting area and sat down. Knowing that he might be going away for a very long time, he tried to configure in his mind what he was going to say.
This famous female Psychologist could ultimately be his saving grace. She literally held the power to keep him from being thrown into a prison cell for the next fifteen years.
He awkwardly attempted to act natural. Casually adjusting his tie, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a stick of gum. Glancing over at the tall blonde receptionist that had greeted him when he first arrived - (Man, what a hottie_) he noticed her legs and had to pinch himself to pull his eyes away.
He swiftly tore the wrapper off the gum and wadded it up between his fingertips. Quickly placing the stick into his mouth, he slowly looked around the waiting area.
Normally, Mr. Speedman would have been trying to get this receptionist's phone number and try to take her out. However, under the circumstances, that didn't fall into his repertoire for the day.
He had to meet with this Famous Female Doctor, and try and get her to help him stay out of prison, so he thought that he'd better save his best moves for her...
Just then, Maxine's office door slowly came open. A cute little blonde stepped out into the waiting area. Timidly looking all around the room, she acted as if she was slightly embarrassed about being seen leaving the doctor's office.
Tom looked at her and smiled. She smiled back and quickly glanced away, ...her wide hips instantly caught Tom's eye. She quietly closed the door and started to walk in front of him.
He watched her shapely butt. Damn it was big, but it really looked great. He wiped some spittle away from the corner of his mouth as he watched her slowly stepping those spike heels across the hard polished floor.
That 'clicking sound', ...it always held his attention. That firm solid crack of a sharp female footstep, ...he watched her walk over to Amy's counter and casually coast to a stop. Her hips swaying slightly as she cautiously glanced back toward him.
After watching her sashay across waiting area, he just had to give her a big, goofy smile. (Damn, she's smoking hot_) She instantly looked away, then turned her backside toward him - unintentionally, offering up a straightforward view of her large butt - she seemed a bit shy about his being there, and Tom could sense it...
...he was even more drawn to her, now. He loved it when they acted so shy and submissive, ...Damn, if he just had more time, but he knew that his appointment was probably next so, he was forced to let this pretty little blonde get away, this time...
Tom suddenly caught movement off to his right, he thought that he saw something 'little' run across the floor... He turned to get a better look, but whatever the little thing was, had already disappeared underneath the corner lampstand in the opposite side of the room.
His attention was suddenly drawn away once again, by the sound of Maxine's door opening up. Abruptly clicking with that heavy clunk from the brass latch. He turned his attention toward the door just as Maxine stepped out and walked over to Amy's desk.
Tom watched her, he had not ever met her before, so he wasn't exactly sure who she was - he didn't know what she looked like. Although the fact that she was Asain made little difference, Harrison was an English name, but he quickly figured that she was probably the doctor...
He watched her bending forward to whisper something to the pretty blonde receptionist. Then, he glanced back to see if that little bug was still running around down there, ...he didn't see it again so, he shrugged and quickly looked back at the two women.
Maxine finished her private, and secretive conversation with her receptionist. Turning back toward her office door, she looked across the waiting area and focused on Mr. Speedman. Walking back over, she smiled at Tom, reaching out her hand, she introduced herself and gestured to him that she was ready.
"Mr. Speedman?", she asked. "You may come in now and we'll start..."
Tom attentively stood up, as if given an indirect order by the Angel of Mercy, he felt like he was standing there in front of his one and only personal Goddess...
"Yes, Okay.", he suddenly felt so strange that he had to tell himself to take a breath. She was having a busy morning, he could tell, but she still looked as comfortable as a lioness inside her den.
Her short, pleated miniskirt, flicked sideways with each step and her muscular legs flexing like two twin pistons. Her strong glutes predominantly displayed within the black material of the short mini, Tom's eyes scanned over her backside and quickly started to dry out from not blinking...
"Would you like something to drink, Mr. Speedman?", she asked.
"Um, Yes? You can call me Tom, though... No need for formalities.", Tom said as he followed her into her den.
"Well, Tom, what would you like? I have Spring Water and Tea. Or, I can have some Coffee sent up..."
"Tea sounds nice. Black Tea, with just a bit of cream and sugar", Tom replied, quickly figuring that she would most likely be having some as well.
He was right. (Damn, he was good_) "Yes, I'll have some too, then", she replied.
Without saying another word, Maxine stepped back into her small kitchenette and gathered some cups. She already had a pint-sized aluminum pot, boiling away on her single burner hot plate.
She strained the hot water through a metal holder and swirled a wooden stick inside the cups. Placing both cups onto a silver platter, she carefully picked it up and carried it with her as she came back over to the couch area.
"Here we are", she whispered quietly.
Placing the platter down on a low wooden coffee table.
"Thank you, Doctor Harrison", Tom said, as he reached out to take one of the cups.
As he took the first sip of tea, his mind was working hard to recall what he wanted to tell her, ...his eyes fell upon her shoes, and he couldn't seem to draw them away. Her pretty toes wriggled slightly. He noticed her shiny metal ankle bracelet, twinkling within the filtered light...
"So, you've gotten yourself into a bit of a jam with the banks I see, ...it appears as though, they want me to evaluate your mental status. I recommend some types of treatment, and they will ultimately decide what should be done with you.", Maxine started in with her opening.
Tom still couldn't pull his eyes away from her beautiful feet. He could hear her speaking, but something about the way that she wriggled her toes held him transfixed. The words that he was searching for, that would have normally spewed from his mouth like the trained speaker he was, just wouldn't come to mind...
Maxine giggled, "You like my shoe's?", her voice sounded child-like.
Tom just couldn't seem to look away. He had never before noticed anything so fascinating about a woman's foot! He felt confused. He was completely mesmerized by them, ...both of them, so petite and delicate, so incredibly beautiful!
Mindlessly, Tom sipped from the tea cup, while continuing to stare blankly at this amazing pair of feet. Her tan stockings, glittering in the light, just enough to create a slight shimmering effect.
He had been up late drinking last night, and he was very sleepy. Something felt so strange though, ...he felt like he was falling asleep...
A warm gust of air washed over him and he slowly closed his eyes...
Billy:
As I desperately fought for a shallow breath of putrid air, this steamy wedge of compressed space kept me tightly held fast. Hopelessly trapped, inside this over-heated pocket - I began to wonder when this horrific nightmare would ever end...
"Amy Please! Get me Outta Here!"
Completely covered with sweat and soaked in sticky oils, my naked figure bound in a spread out position - pressed tightly against this huge wall of a gigantic female.
This pertinacious young mother seemed to simply enjoy the fact that she could do anything that she wanted with me. And, she had me right where she wanted me, too. However, I knew that she had to go into the city to work at Maxine's office today.
So at first, I thought, "Great, this will all be over. Amy will be forced to set me free", but "God No", ...she didn't take me out!
"Oh No, you're not going anywhere Billy. I just love the way that you feel inside my pants."
Amy kept me tightly bound inside her panties while she drove into the office. I couldn't believe, that she was actually going to keep me in here all day!
Wearing a short skirt with a tight pair of leggings was Amy's favorite combo outfit. She liked the thrill of showing off her legs. And, she liked the way that her short mini never failed to turn heads.
The white sleeveless button up shirt gave her a professional look and the V-neck allowed her to display just a bit of her formidable cleavage. Her black strappy, spike-heeled sandals, gave her the extra confidence that she needed to pull it all off...
...
Sitting in the bucket seat of her car, Amy's oversized fingertips began sliding all around me.
Stroking my backside, through the front of her tight panties, probing down over the outside of the moist/silken barrier. The beautiful giant blonde quickly opened up her legs. Then very slowly, she closed them back together - gently trapping me, in-between her thighs with her cupping palm directly covering me on top.
Applying a little more pressure, she started brushing the tips of her roaming fingernails all across my back.
The swelling heat, welling up all around me in a hazy cloud of pungent steam. She could easily smother me if she wasn't careful, forcing my naked body into her giant wet pussy.
Pressing harder, Amy moans a little bit - squeezing me up against her heated crotch muffin. Beneath her tantalizing fingertips, I felt her huge hips flexing; a constant heat, emanating from the squishy wall.
A mechanical rhythmic motion - slowly rocking - I felt like I was becoming a part of her magnificent body - slowly - I began to realize that my whole world, now - only existed - within this giant pair of silken panties.
The tightly woven threading offered very little air, the silken entrapment heating up so much that I could barely see anything!
Her humongous body began trembling, quaking with an astonishing amount of tremendous vitality! Her chest pumping, her breathing becoming faster and faster, her giant voice erupted with squealing pleasure. An ear-cracking blast came out - just before another gush of heavy syrup spurted out all over me!
Her tensing muscles slowly relaxing, gradually, allowing me just a little bit more room inside.
Struggling to get my face away from the swollen, slippery mound, while desperately trying to wipe away the sticky mess; hastily rubbing my face into the soft tangle of blonde bristles predominantly displayed just above my head.
Once again, I had that sinking feeling. The thought of being Amy's miniature slave. Is this where I was supposed to be? Was everything that had happened to me, leading up to this point, ...had it all, just been some strange, random happening? Or, had all this been preordained, silently preparing me for just what I had become - a miniature sex slave for this gigantic blonde behemoth?
A solid collar of crusty, crystalline jelly, started to form around my neck. A sloppy rush of overflowing cream started to dry all over me and with my hands bound and my arms pulled out to the sides, I had no way to clear the stuff away...
Suddenly, a puff of cooler air rolled across my face. Light flooded in, and as I squinted to look up, I realized the top of the panties was pulled out and Amy was peering down at me over top of her sparkling wet bush.
"How're we doing in there, little man?", she softly whispered. "Having fun, yet?"
Her gigantic size - and the ambiance she created taking on the appearance of this enormous goddess. From my perspective, she loomed above me with such magnificent presence; her large blue eyes glowing; the beautiful blonde mane, encompassing her face created the most pristine image. Her large breasts heaving, she gasped for recovery from another blast of orgasmic pleasure.
Her mouth formed an oval shaped opening as she joyfully regained her breathing. Focusing all of her attention toward me... she smiled and softly giggled.
"You look so tiny down there!", snickering with delight, she wriggled her hips tauntingly, slightly shifting me around. Teasingly, wallowing me in between her magnificent thighs.
"I Can't Breathe!", my voice squeaked from within her tight crotch panel. "Lemme Outta HERE!"
Amy giggled, her voice shaking all around me. Gradually, she slowly released the waistband. Plunging me back into the dark, sweltering, oven-like heat.
"Noooo!", my voice suddenly muted, as her pressing thumbpad firmly pushed against the back of my head!
My face compressed, I felt the temperature rising as her rubbery clitoris firmly squashed into my neck. With a hot, sticky, slurping, the firming appendage grew covering the left side of my face; shoved at me with an uplifting, humping motion. Her gigantic hips, flexing with such overwhelming power. The sheer immensity of her glorious being completely obliterating everything else.
.....
Slowly awakening from a deep sleep, I felt like I was sliding down a very steep incline. Rough cloth swept past me, in a steady rush - falling down - the sensation bringing me fully awake. The motion suddenly stopping, just as I sat up and tried to see...
Frantically, looking all around in the dark and feeling all around, "...I can't see 'anything' "What the hell?" "Where am I?", suddenly noticing that my surroundings felt very different.
Covered in some type of heavy, thick blanket, spreading out a good distance away. I attempted to pull it off, grabbing a handful and yanking away at it. Discovering that it's size, was way bigger than what I expected.
Rolling over, I got up on my knees, ...it was then, that I realized, I had been stripped loose from the bindings. I was free. My hands weren't tied and I felt the blood flowing again in my feet.
Head spinning, I caught a whiff of something strangely familiar, "It smelled like the perfume that Dr. Harrison had been wearing when I had first followed her into her office." "Wait a minute!" "What was I doing in her office?"
Listening intently, and being very quiet, I decided to remain still and wait for something to give me some indication as to where I could be, ...a soft buzzing sound coming from some type of electrical motor hummed in the vast distance, I couldn't identify what it was... though, the humming seemed to be far far away...
I had been trapped inside Amy's sweltering hot panties for so long, that I didn't even know what time it was, or what day it was, ...all I knew for sure was, I wasn't stuck inside there any longer.
Suddenly, a heavy metal door latch clicked, then a cool gust of wind swirled around my bare feet. I sat down and wrapped my arms around my knees - unable to see anything - I listened.
Someone was coming.
'Ka-thump - Ka-thump - Ka-thump'
Heavy weighted footsteps, impacted on the floor. The closeness, indicating that It sounded as though, I was up higher than the floor.
Coasting to a stop, the scraping, skidding sound, came from below - the giant footsteps casually halted with a few slow, dragging steps, pausing just next to where I was...
Another gust of the wind and the intoxicating fragrance of Maxine's perfume flooded into the space around me. The heavy blanket blocked out nearly all of the light, but I noticed a small space on the floor where a narrow slit offered a little opening.
Though it was several feet away, I slowly crawled across the floor and lowered myself down next to it, ...the light was dim, but I could just barely see through it.
The sight of a huge pair of female feet - standing close together - directly below me, on the hard tile floor. Bright red nail polish adorned her toes and the strappy high heels instantly revealed who the giantess was...
Pushing out on the edge of the blanket, I allowed for a bit more light to enter my confined space. Looking around, I could see enough to discover that I was inside of some type of wire cage.
It was the giantess doctor, Maxine - standing right next to me. She seemed to be doing something right next to my cage. Her feet shifted slightly, the toes pointing out as she shifted her weight to lean over and pick something up.
I was so happy to be left alone, that I dared not do anything to draw her attention. I slowly lowered myself down and relaxed on the floor of my dark cell.
Maxine started humming. A soft melody with an oriental tone, she seemed to be busying herself with something that required at least a bit of concentrated effort.
Her weight shifted again and she suddenly stepped off, stepping away from my line of sight. 'Ka-thump - Ka-thump - Ka-thump'
Just before the heavy door closed with a bump, Maxine's sweet voice sent a whisper flowing through the room,
"Alright, Mr. Speedman. You wanted to get out of going to jail, so there you are, ...you can thank me later, I'll be back in a little while..."
'Click-thunk' - the door closed.
"Speedman?", I thought to myself, "...who the hell is that?"
I crawled across the floor of the cage and found a small opening between the bars and stuck my hand through. Reaching out and taking hold of the black blanket - I lifted up the lower edge and managed to get a good look outside.
The cage, that I was inside of, was sitting on a shelf inside a small room.
Right next to my cage, was another smaller cage. A naked man, roughly the same size as myself was lying stretched out on the floor on his back with his arms and legs securely held down with rough cut pieces of regular sized sticky tape.
He appeared to be unconscious.
I didn't recognize him, but he looked like someone I had seen on the news, ...he was bound firmly to the floor of the cage - spread eagle - hopelessly trapped there until the Giant Lady Doctor returned for him.
"I'm glad it was 'Him', and not Me!", I thought to myself, "Maxine could be very demanding when she wanted something", I felt a shiver go down my spine. "Damn, I feel sorry for you, dude"
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Amy pushed herself away from her desk to stand up from her chair. Exhaling a long, slow breath, she gradually released a drawn out grown, abruptly ending with a sharp grunt.
Stretching out her arms and slowly reaching up higher, she exerted much effort in a good long stretch.
Tipping her head back, she looked up at the ceiling and released another soft moan.
"Oh, God. What a day!", she gasped.
Pondering all of the things that had taken place during the course of the past week. Placing both her hands back down on her hips, she bent slightly backward and flexed her low-back.
Slowly, stepping around the large desk, she straightened out the back of her short mini-skirt. Loosening up her hips, she shifted her weight lazily, feeling the tightness in her underwear as they clung to her body.
The emptiness in her pantie's, bringing about the wonder in her mind. The vacuity causing her to reflect on the past few days of incredible, orgasmic enjoyment, that she had had with that little tiny man... Although, she couldn't really think of him, as a man - being such a delightful little toy.
Amy thought of him more as just an insignificant little pet, that she could 'so easily' force to do anything that she wished... it was such an invigorating experience.
Reluctantly stepping away from her desk chair - her work area - the tall, blonde beauty, gave the whole workspace a quick once over. She looked around one last time, before preparing to leave for the long drive home.
The now, well-organized reception area, had taken on a more professional look. Her desk, the client's files, all of her personal things - a picture of her daughter, Jazmine - all neatly put away and arranged in their respective places.
Amanda was feeling a great sense of self-pride. An overwhelming sense of empowerment. Moreover, and now dwelling within her soul with even more resilience, was a much different, strange feeling, though - the sensation of being so much bigger in physical size than her male counterparts.
Her first week, finally concluded, and she felt as though she had reached that one eventful stepping stone in her individual life. That one 'major' stepping stone. That one, in just one single year before, she thought would never, ever come.
The entire week had gone by so quickly, though, and, had it not been for the sheer 'accidental result' from an indiscriminate mixture of some random cleaning solutions - and an unsuspecting man (Mr. William Little), coming into contact with the resulting combination of that toxic blend!
Those cleaning chemicals, that had resulted in this weird chemical reaction - to which, and through pure, random, serendipity, had created this amazing, human transformation!
'Shrinking'
...
Although, it was very 'un-fortunate', for the hapless victim - (physically shrinking his six-foot body, down into a mere fraction of what it was before) effectually, changing that poor, hapless galoot into a tiny version of his former self - so suddenly becoming shrunken down to a miniature-sized test-subject, for this beautiful, young, female doctor.
All sexual implications aside, this phenomenal discovery would most definitely, forever change the entire world.
If, and when, the Lady Doctor or herself, ever decided to go public with it...
...
Ms. Prodowsky - was completely mesmerized by this fortunate happenstance - the sheer randomness of actually being a part of it all... The overwhelming possibilities awakening feelings deep inside her, that she thought, could never be realized.
Her feelings toward the opposite sex, although she never openly told anyone, were well beyond even what most extreme feminist activists felt about them, ...she simply relished the idea, that of all the women on God's green earth, that they (Maxine and Herself) would be the ones, to suddenly unleash this astonishingly profound inoculation!
Eventually, becoming like real, actual Giantess, and in all actuality becoming the dominant gender within that of this new humanity. The species of man would be changed to 'Woman' and they would be the new leaders of the world.
...and now, with the chemicals that Maxine had, that could easily be set into motion...
...
Grabbing her purse, and gathering up her rain jacket, Amy folded it over her forearm and glanced back toward Maxine's office - a tingling sensation slowly rolled up across her spine.
She didn't like the idea of giving her little friend back to Maxine, but the thought of maybe, just maybe - getting the next one of Maxine's subjects to actually keep for herself, easily allowed her to simply hand him back over to her...
What a week it had been; Amy would have never, ever imagined, that such things were even possible, let alone actually being a part of it!
Over the previous weekend, Dr. Harrison had actually managed to discover the precise chemical combination. And, with some intense research, and the help of an unwary stray Calico 'cat', the lady doctor tested those random chemicals that had originally, and 'haphazardly', been mixed together by the cleaning staff in the office building.
Amy wondered, as she casually stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for the ground floor, "Why didn't those chemicals affect anyone else?"
She thought back to the day that she had noticed the two men who were doing the cleaning - the janitors - and, she remembered seeing them working in the main floor cafeteria. However, that had been over a week ago, and she still couldn't remember ever seeing them again, after that...
Suddenly, she had an idea, just as the elevator doors opened, she stepped out and headed straight for the lunch room.
The Janitor's quarters were down the hall from the cafeteria, just across the hallway from the larger restrooms. Amy slowly made her way past the door and listened for any type of sound that would reveal that someone was inside - she heard nothing - she walked on down the hallway and started to search around for any sign of either of the two male Janitors.
Seeing nobody inside the empty lunch room, Amy decided to check and see if the Storage room was locked. She strolled along, slowly - trying to act casual - just in case someone would happen to walk by. She didn't want to attract any attention to herself, knowing that, at any given moment, someone from management could be coming down to the lunch room.
Being a Friday evening, the Morris Building would be closing up for the weekend, and everyone knew, that any leftovers from the kitchen would be free for the taking. And, as all of the employees would be exiting through the front doors just across from the kitchen, the staff would be setting everything out on a table next to the windows.
The smell of baked beans and 'day old' hot dogs - Bread - Meatloaf - Hamburgers - French Fries. Coffee and Cakes. An odd assortment of different aromas blended together and filled the air all throughout the main floor.
Finding the Janitor's Storage room locked, Amy walked around the large cafeteria. She started looking all around on the floor. She noticed that it didn't appear to be freshly swept and she also noticed that nearly all of the trash cans were full.
"Something's wrong here, ...what happened to those two men?"
Amy decided to sit down in the far corner, well away from the front doors where she wouldn't be noticed. She decided to just sit there for a little while and watch and see what happened, ...if nothing else, she would grab a Hamburger and a Soda and relax for a few minutes.
Amy pulled out her cell-phone and selected an app for the game that she enjoyed playing, ...she glanced up from her phone and noticed two nicely dressed women coming down from the elevator.
Ms. Melanie Kershaw, and Ms. Twila Jackson, or 'Twinkie', as everyone called her - the two of them together represented the entire team of legal Professionals in the most prestigious firm on the east coast -- the Law Office's of Kershaw and Jackson, the top Law firm dedicated to the most wealthy people in New York City.
Wearing matching tan overcoats that stretched down to their knees, the loose belts dangling around their waist - the open front curtaining around them - opening up to reveal the short, black, pencil skirts that looked as if they were made of pressed lambs wool -carrying black leather briefcases in one hand, and a small black umbrella in the other.
The two Lady Lawyers walked over to the food tables and helped themselves to a couple of glazed donuts and a cup of coffee.
Taking a seat near the folding tables, the two women sat down in the lunch room and glanced over to notice Amy sitting there all alone. Ms. Jackson, or 'Twinkie' - waved her donut and smiled warmly; Ms. Kershaw coldly glanced her way and instantly frowned.
It was easy to see, who the more congenial of the two was, as Kershaw leaned forward and whispered something to Twinkie, ...making some type of gesture referring to Amy's outfit no less, ...both women giggled while pulling their coats off, sitting down with their free coffee, they started daintily nibbling away at the large donuts.
Amy tried to act aloof as if she were paying no attention to them. Focusing on her phone, she randomly popped a few bubbles with her thumb and appeared to be fully absorbed in the digital game.
After a while, she glanced back toward the two women. Leaning back in her chair, and holding the phone up to her face, she was easily able to look past it, without so much as simply shifting her eyes to the side.
She noticed the friendly one, Twinkie, fiddling around with her necklace - a golden chain with a glass tube attached to it - the over-sized necklace looked slightly out of place. Not really something that you would wear with the outfit that she had on, Amy thought.
The one that Amy, herself - was wearing - would have been more suitable for such an over-sized necklace like that?
"H'm, what is that necklace?" Amy wondered. "It's nearly five inches long. Maybe, it represents something from a case that they were working on?"
"Lawyers. They do like to dress boldly, though, but who would wear such a large necklace like that, with a crisp, neatly pressed business suit?", she thought.
Then, Amy suddenly noticed that Ms. Kershaw, had a very similar necklace as well, dangling around her neck.
"Strange?", Amy thought. "Could they be 'more-than-just-friends?"
Melanie, being the lead attorney. Had filed for the position of Circuit Court Judge in the County, and by the way that she presented herself in court - it was a 'no-brainer' - she would more than likely be the one to get it, ...the two other lawyers that had been running for the same bench were definitely less qualified than her, and being two grey-haired men, she already had them beat with her feminine beauty.
Ms. Kershaw glanced toward Amy and stuffed the glass tube on her necklace into the front of her blouse. Tucking it away between her breasts - she said something to Twinkie and picked up her donut and dipped it into the coffee.
Twinkie glanced toward Amy, and suddenly scooted her chair out. Standing up and smiling warmly, the more personable of the two women started walking over to where Amy was sitting.
With her coat off, Twinkie's tall slender figure towered over the tables as she slithered her way through, deliberately making her way over to the far corner. Her long strides carrying her along as if she were moving in slow motion, although, she swiftly moved across the room like a smartly dressed cougar hunting for its next meal.
Holding the necklace, casually within her tight fist, she quickly inserted into her cleavage and tucked it away.
Brushing her hands down over her hips, she stepped up to the other side of the table and smiled down at the seemingly preoccupied Amy - pretending to be fully focused on her phone- Amy feigned a surprised look as Twinkie spoke,
"Hello, are you new to the Building?", Twinkie asked. Standing with her left hand on her hip and the other covering up the front of her blouse - protecting her large glass necklace.
"Um, yeah. I'm the receptionist for Dr. Harrison. The Psychologist up on the top floor...", Amy whispered. Closing her phone and swiftly placing it down on the table.
"Oh Yes. She's very good. We know Maxine very well. Has she taken you down to the gym yet?"
"Well, No. Not yet!"
"Well, I'm Twila Jackson and she is Melanie Kershaw",
turning away to point her free hand back toward her partner, "We're the Lawyers here in the building. The area's best Law Office, you know. What's your name?"
"Amanda Prodowsky. But, everyone just calls me Amy, nice to meet you, Ms. Jackson"
"Thank you, Amy. And, you can call me, Twinkie. Everyone else doe's...", she giggled.
Amy started to stand up and Twinkie pulled out a chair and quickly sat down,
"So, if you know anyone who needs a good Lawyer, I hope that you'll keep us in mind?"
"Oh Sure. I will", Amy said.
Continuing to rise up from her chair, Amy slowly stood up.
Suddenly able to look directly down into the woman's low cut top. Amy got a good look at the woman's necklace.
Twinkie had to use both her hands to pull out the chair. And, as she leaned forward to sit down - her necklace was fully revealed between her large breasts - Amy's eyes widened with surprise as she caught the sight of a tiny naked man sealed up tightly within a test tube like glass container!
She could easily see that he was very much alive and pleadingly looking up at her! A petrified look of sheer terror on his tiny face, Amy caught herself from gasping and quickly looked away.
"Well, I have to get going now, Twinkie. And, I'll most definitely keep you in mind if I ever need an attorney!"
"Here, wait. I have one of our cards.", Twinkie said, as she reached into her pocket and started digging around.
Amy waited.
Awkwardly glancing back toward the other Lawyer who was staring her down with a glaring set of dark blue eyes, ...looking back, and lowering her eyes, Amy's focus directly found the necklace again, and she was inadvertently offered up the sight of the tiny prisoner trapped inside, banging his little fists on the inside of the glass. Looking up at her with a begging look of sheer desperation!
"Here it IS!", Twila said. "I knew that I had one here somewhere..."
Amy carefully accepted the card and excused herself. Making her way quickly toward the front doors, she casually grabbed a soda from the food table and swiftly headed for the front entrance.
Glancing back, she noticed that several more people had started to gather around the two lawyers, and Amy turned around and walked out through the front doors.
Making her way to the parking garage, she realized who the tiny men were, ...the two Janitors, it was them. Those two women must have found them, and they were keeping them for themselves! Ms. Kershaw must have had the other one trapped inside of her necklace!
A surge of profound tingling began coursing down her back. Just the thought of those two little men, being held prisoner - and, carried around as a 'living necklace' by those two powerful women...
Amy gasped, as she caught her breath - she just couldn't wait until she had another one to keep for herself, she would have to tell Maxine about all of this as soon as she got back home!
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With all of her office doors securely locked, Maxine needed to wait for at least another hour inside of her backroom storage area.
Allowing enough time, for the toxic fumes to eventually subside inside of her office.
The past two weeks had been very productive, to say the least, and with the chemicals refined into a small two-ounce bottle, she could easily make up a single dosage in no time at all.
Secretly hidden away in the back room, Maxine slowly paced back and forth in the narrow walkway between the wall and her storage shelves. Gently dragging her footsteps, lazily scooting the smooth, padded soles, of her leather pumps across the hard tile floor.
Her spiked heels smartly tapping with each perfectly timed step.
Sensuously walking alongside the long row of covered bird cages, she glanced down at her newest little prisoner. The miniature specimen, of a living breathing human male. Her eyes widening with anticipation, as she noticed that he was about to awaken from the mild sedation that she had so discreetly given him.
In the cage next to him, was another little man. His name was James - James Gibson, and the Lady Doctor had just added him to the growing list of her little captives.
A top salesman for one of the smaller Pharmaceutical companies, James, had fallen prey to the lady Doctors experiment when she offered him a drink, and he reluctantly took it, he was quickly taken back into her storage room and placed inside of an open cage.
She grabbed up another towel and carefully covered up Jame's cage. She didn't want to frighten him too much when he woke up...
...
Smiling to herself, Maxine was contemplating her next move, she felt her panties moistening as she imagined what his tiny eyes would see when he finally opened them up.
Shifting her tight, wide hips, and spinning around on the balls of her feet, Maxine continued pacing back and forth, softly snickering at the thought of what she was actually going to do with all of these little men.
Wanting to make the most of her first impression, Maxine had stripped down to just her bra and panties, with her dark blue pantie hose still connected by the straps, and wearing her black leather pumps, ...she found that their reaction to her, and the effect that her gigantic size offered when they first saw her, towering above them, was something so priceless that she just couldn't resist!
The wide shelf that held their cages, was affixed to the wall at a height that fell just below her waist. Making everything below her knees, disappear below the edge of the shelf, but everything above her knees, clearly looming directly over the tiny little prisoners.
She had covered up all of the wire cages with a black towel, protecting the rest of her captives from seeing outside. Trapped inside until they finally awakened, they had no idea of what had happened to them while they were passed out.
....
Tom Speedman, was the first one to wake up and as his tiny arms wriggled around, Maxine removed the cage cover and opened up the top.
He looked so pathetic, and tiny - Maxine had to secure them firmly, spread out and naked, with their little wrists and ankles bound, so that when they eventually recovered and slowly realized where they were, they wouldn't hurt themselves by trying to escape.
Seven little wire cages, about a one-foot square, sat on her utility shelf pushed tightly together. Each one holding her latest victim trapped inside. She had already removed Mr. Little - (Billy), and taken him back home with her the night before, she wanted to keep him separate from the other miniaturized men, and protect him from falling victim to anyone else - she had plans for Mr. Little, and she could use him to get information from the other tinies as well, if need be, she could place him inside the cages and use him to find out what her little pets were really thinking.
Her daughter, was quite pleased to accept the tiny little man, as the sixteen-year-old Diana, had already formed a deep companionship with him, and she was more than happy to have him back in her life. The young girl needed a father-type figure, and Maxine thought that Billy could be very useful as a male confidant. And, someone that the young girl could absolutely trust. At least, throughout her teenage years, and then, well, who knows what she could use him for after that...
Thomas Speedman, on the other hand, would also be separated from the others. Only, Maxine's intentions toward him were very much on the other end of the scale.
Amy, Maxine's beautiful young receptionist, wanted to have little Tom the moment that she saw him and the moment that she found out that the Doctor had shrunken him down, well, ...she wanted him, all to herself.
Amy squealed with delight and jumped up and down. She was seething with overwhelming desire to dominate this tiny little creature to the point where she could make him do anything that she wanted!
After a lot of begging and pleading, Maxine was finally persuaded by the insatiable blonde and with a slight bit of reluctantly, she eventually decided to allow her to have him.
Tom's life would now belong to this towering blonde behemoth, and for him, nothing would ever be the same again - he would eventually be listed as an escapee, as far as the courts were concerned. And, he would probably be added to the long list of missing criminals on, 'America's Most Wanted', ~ although, he would most likely never be found, and therefore becoming just a little, tiny 'plaything' for this magnificent female vixen.
Maxine knew that Amy wanted this one, too. Even more so, than poor little Billy. Because Billy didn't really deserve to be handled this way. And, Amy badly wanted one that 'deserved' to be punished, that way, she was going to play with him the way that she wanted, and the foreboding mental torture, that she could so easily dish out, was nothing for the faint-hearted.
The lady Doctor had wrapped him up inside a dirty pair of her silk pantie hose and muffled him away, deep inside the zippered pocket of her suede leather purse.
She texted Amy, telling her that she would be stopping by her apartment on her way home later on this evening. She had a surprise for her, with this amazing 'little gift', all wrapped up inside of a slightly used pair of her dark blue colored pantie hose...
...
Tom:
Looking up at this gigantic, Asian Doctor, Tom's tiny mouth sputtered out with a long drawn out sound - that comparatively resembled something that sounded more like a long series of pleading cries, ...his slobbering words came gushing out like a string of piercing shrieks.
Maxine chuckled, before casually reaching into his cage. Her long professionally manicured nails appearing like long, sharp, blood-red-spades! Her slender fingers splayed out like giant spider legs; slowly enclosing, and lowering down upon him.
Tom pulled hard against the sticky tape and lifted up his head. As a huge shadow swept over him, he looked up and saw her huge body looming over him, ...dark blue panties filled the front of the cage, and above them was a smooth, wide, expanse of well-toned flesh that rose up high above the top of his jail cell.
Dark blue mounds floated on high, shapely round breasts that were so big that he felt they would crush him if they came down upon him. He screamed and struggled as he felt her huge hand touching down across his chest.
"Yaaah, Git away from ME!"
Wrapping around his upper body, large feminine fingers slipped around him, her knuckles arched upward as the large fingertips slipped around behind his back - the encroaching appendages enclosing all around his bare body.
Slowly, encompassing him, within her heated grasp...
Tom screamed!
"No, no, NO!" Tom squealed, "Please, Dr. Harrison, Don't Kill Me!"
The giant woman Doctor, quietly 'shushed' him, as if she were simply 'hushing' a small child, her giant fingers smoothly slid around behind him and pulled his wrists free of the floor, quickly followed by his bound ankles. The bindings popped free and Tom found himself enclosed inside her gripping fist as she slowly lifted him away from the cold metal floor.
The tape still remained sticking to his limbs, but her huge hand pulled him up and away, slowly carrying him upward and straight out of the opening at the top of the cage.
"It's alright little one. You're going to be 'just fine'. No jail time for you, Tommy.", she whispered.
"Oh no, Not for you, Little Man. My pretty young friend, 'Amy' (I think, that, ...you've already met her?) Well, she wants a little pet. And, I think that she'd simply love the idea of having someone just like you!"
Maxine snickered, as she slowly held him up to her face.
"But First! I have something that you need to do for ME, ...Mr. Speedman."
Her other hand went to work removing the sticky tape from around his tiny ankles. As swiftly as opening up a pack of chewing gum, the giant Asian Doctor had the tape ripped away and was loosely wrapping him up inside her warm fist.
Holding him up to her face, Maxine watched his fearful reaction. Tom glanced down the long length of her towering body. The wide space between her smooth breasts easily large enough to swallow him, he looked further down and realized the distance to the floor was so far away that if she dropped him down to her feet, he would surely die from the impact!
Her long legs shifted as she took on a wider stance and shifted her weight to one side. Casually standing with her tiny prisoner held up before her, Maxine smiled and slightly shook him to get his full attention,
"Would you like to do something for me, Tommy?", Maxine whispered. Her heated breath washing over him with the pungent, heated aroma, of her long past, last meal.
Her firm grasp, slowly tightening up, as she gripped around his arms and easily pinning them to his sides. His head bobbing around, she slowly tilted her head to one side and smiled like the Cat that had caught the infamous Canary.
Her sparkling dark eyes blinking like flashing lights, devouring him within them, as she slowly moved him in closer and closer.
Pursing her mouth tightly, while jutting out her bottom lip, Dr. Harrison's huge face took on the most innocent expression. The huge, Asian woman's complexion turned a deeper shade of red, as she attempted to portray the playful little act of an innocent little girl,
"Well, Could you? Pleeeeeease!"
As if she were asking her long, lost Daddy, so innocently, ...for another Chocolate-chip Cookie from the Forbidden Cookie Jar.
'I - Um, I, I, I - I, I, ", Tom stuttered. Suddenly finding himself at a loss for words!
Her grasp tightened up a little more. The smile on her face slowly faded away and it took on a blank expression. Her coal black hair reflecting the light in a strange colorful prism of flickering spectrums; the shimmering waves of blurry colors seemed to explode all around her huge head.
Tom tried to catch a quick breath, just before her thumb squeezed up around his neck and he couldn't see anything but the top of her head. As her eyes disappeared behind her fist, Tom felt himself struggling to breathe!
Gradually applying more and more crushing pressure, Tom started to panic, but he couldn't seem to move a single muscle! She tightened up her fist even tighter and the next thing he knew, she had carried him down and around behind her back. Lowering him closer to her large behind, she pulled out the waistband of her pantie hose with her free hand.
Tom screamed out in terror as he was suddenly dropped, straight down into the back of her pantie hose!
"Nooooo, Nooooo, Maxine! HELP ME! Please, Don't do this to me!"
Falling into the slippery nylon, he found himself sliding along on the roughly textured material. He felt the friction building up, as the contact swiftly started to burn his bare skin!
"Eee ee EEE-yAH!", he screamed out, as the burning pain scorched his bare skin, his head bumped into the side of her soft, left cheek, and he bounced off and slipped on down beneath her lower butt cheeks!
Flailing his arms and kicking his legs, he suddenly felt the falling sensation stop, and he shifted up and down slowly settling into the soft cradle at the bottom of her dark colored pantie hose!
"Now you stay in there and be a good little boy, Tommy", Maxine purred, as she gently released the waistband.
Closing her thighs together, as closely as she could, Maxine stood with her shoes pressed tightly up together. Trapping her tiny prisoner inside the dark colored crotch, she bent forward and inspected the tiny little lump inside her sheer hose.
Flexing her thigh muscles, in random jerking motions, she giggled at the immediate reaction that she got, when her tiny prisoner attempted to fight back.
Aw, that's so cute. Are you trying to get into my pantie's Tommy?", she laughed!
She held him in place between the softness of her inner thighs. He was stuck just beneath her pantie clad pussy mound, and she couldn't resist the temptation of squeezing him between her legs.
The sudden warmth enveloping him, Tom now found himself trapped inside this soft space. Wriggling around, he tried to pull himself up, but the tightness of her magnificent thighs held him trapped and squashed up between them!
When she started walking around, Tom wallowed back and forth like a helpless little ball caught in the jaws of this enormous wall of living muscle!
The air all around him, quickly becoming so warm and hot, heating up to an unbearable stammering heat. The motion of her enormous body forced him deeper into her, and he quickly realized that he was about to pass out!
The scent of her magnificent sex filling his head, he drifted off into a strange nightmarish world, ...the overwhelming sense of dread that overtook his mind shocked his tiny brain into an awesome overload!
He went limp inside the tightly fitted material and flopped loosely around inside...
Maxine returned to her pacing. Walking back and forth, as she felt her tiny prisoner stop squirming, she giggled softly as she then sat down to remove her pantie hose.