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From: halice@dca.net (sally reynolds)

Subject: Repost: Doll's House (Excerpt from Dylan's Diary - 5/25/96)

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c. 1996 - Sally Reynolds - All Rights Reserved. This story may not be posted in any area that is not intended for adult access only. WARNING: This story deals with ADULT THEMES. It is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. The story deals with sex under very unusual circumstances, spanking, somewhat nonconscensual sex, lesbian sex, spanking, lesbian sex in a doll house, light bondage, spanking, and all those things which make life worth living. Did I already mention spanking?

If you do not enjoy stories of this nature then please stop now. If you are underage or not permitted material which deals with the topics described above you should have already stopped so get out of here already!

An excerpt from "Dylan's Journal"

May 25, 1996

An interesting situation today. This morning the ladies got into a bit of an argument over the water temperature as they were showering in the sink. Amy wanted me to make it hotter and Janet was insisting that it was just right. This was really the first time I'd seen them argue like this. Usually they are completely preoccupied during their morning bath, kissing and fondling one another as they lather and scrub each other clean. At last Janet climbed out of the sink and I turned up the hot water for Amy, then helped Janet dry off with a soft hand towel and the hair dryer.

As a final bit of pampering to try to soothe Janet I draped her face down across my palm and sprinkled a bit of baby powder onto her back. Then I gently proceeded to smooth it over her back and tiny buttocks just as I had when she was full size. She smiled, closed her eyes and wiggled sensuously against my hand as I continued to tenderly caress and massage her her diminuative back and bottom.

Eventually Amy finished her shower and started to climb out of the sink. As usual I helped her out and tried to set Janet on her feet by raising and tipping my left hand. Usually she'll simply slide off my hand and start to help Amy dry off. This time however she wrapped her arms around my thumb and refused to let go, all the while complaining and pouting that she shouldn't have to share my affection. I'd had just about enough of this sort of behavior so I wrapped my other hand about her slender waist and tiny hips and gently dislodged her.

Janet started to kick and scream as I tucked her into one of the big side pockets of my bathrobe. I dried Amy and handed her a robe. Once she had dressed and combed her hair I picked her up and walked to the kitchen. Janet's mood wasn't improved by the fact that I'd forgotten to bring her robe and she had to eat breakfast wearing a paper napkin. I was already running a bit late so I returned the girls to the doll house, dressed and headed for the studio. I was pretty sure that by the time I got back they would have things sorted out and everything would be back to normal. I don't suppose I could have been more wrong.

When I got back from the shoot I grabbed a beer and headed for the bedroom. As soon as I entered the room I could tell something was up. There was shouting and sounds of a struggle coming from the Janet's house. I crept quietly up to the house and cautiously peeked in the little windows trying to locate my miniature ladies. I finally spotted them in the master bedroom. The room was a complete shambles, pillows and bed clothes everywhere, lamps knocked over, pictures in disarray. It looked like a tiny battlefield. In the middle of it all were Janet and Amy locked in what appeared to have been mortal combat.

Amy was wearing her hot pink thong leotard that really shows off her nice tan and rich auburn hair. She had obviously gotten the upper hand and was now sitting astride Janet's trim little buttocks. Janet was face down on the floor and Amy was in the process of tying her hands together behind her back. My little Janet was naked except for a pair of skimpy white thong panties. She was still struggling but as Amy is nearly a half an inch taller and outweighs her by several grams she was really overmatched.

As I watched Amy finished tying Janet's hands and stood up. Then grabbing a hand full of blond hair she pulled Janet to her knees and lead her across the floor and pulled her across the lap of the big Teddy bear the dominates one wall of the room. Things were beginning to look pretty interesting. Amy was kneeling in front of the bear with her back to me and Janet was draped across his fuzzy lap. The bear of course still had his usual stupid look on his face. Amy pinned Janet in place with her left hand and started to lecture her about being such a bitch. Apparently Janet had been an insufferable brat for the entire day and Amy had finally reached her breaking point just before I came home.

After about a minutes scolding Amy drew back her right hand and brought it down hard on Janet's bottom. Even at 1/6 scale I could hear the sharp crack as her palm stuck Janet's unprotected little rear. Janet let out a loud shriek and started kicking her tiny legs. It was truly a sight to behold. I could clearly see the muscles in Amy's back ripple as she raised up on her knees to deliver the next blow. Her own ass cheeks were beautifully displayed by the clingy thong as she leaned into each stroke.

As good as this view was I really wanted a better view of Janet's diminutive rear as she received her spanking so I quietly shifted around the house until I could see in through the double doors of the second story balcony. This gave me a perfect, unobstructed view of the proceedings from directly behind Janet. As she whacked away at Janet's little butt Amy continued to enumerate a list of selfish and childish things that Janet had done. I could see that Janet's cheeks were starting to take on a most becoming shade of pink at about this time. Janet was still kicking and swearing vengeance as Amy stopped spanking and started to rub her palm over Janet's reddened bottom.

From time to time Amy would give a little squeeze with her palm and Janet would gasp and give a little jump. After admiring her handiwork for a few moments Amy lifted the waist band of Janet's panties and pulled them down to mid thigh. Now I could see not only Janet's rosy dolls buttocks but her tiny slit and the minute rosy pucker of her anus as well. Amy suggested that this would be a good time for Janet to beg for mercy. Janet responded by telling Amy to go fuck herself. At that Amy started to rain a hail of swats on Janet's miniature bottom that made Desert Storm look like a walk in the park. Janet was howling and thrashing wildly as she attempted to escape Amy's wrath.

For two solid minutes Amy's hand rained stinging swats all over Janet's dainty buttocks and the backs of her thighs. Amy had turned into a miniature angel of vengeance and vengeance had come to the Doll House. By now Janet was sobbing uncontrollably and begging for mercy and forgiveness. Amy's fury was so great that I even considered reaching in and stopping her for a moment. But I've never been one to get involved in a lovers quarrel and from the list of charges that Amy had leveled against Janet it sounded like she was getting her just desserts. By now Janet's buttocks had changed from fetching pink to an angry shade of scarlet. I could see that Amy's tiny body was now drenched with perspiration (miniature women do NOT sweat) and that she was beginning to slow her pace.

At last Amy relented and sat back on her haunches. By now Janet seemed willing to apologize for everything from arguing about the temperature of the shower to the sinking of the Titanic and the Hindenburg disaster. Amy accepted her apology graciously but told Janet that she still had to take six more swats with 'the Stick' so that she wouldn't forget. Janet tried to argue and plead a case for leniency but when Amy threatened to continue the hand spanking she reluctantly agreed. About this time I found myself wondering just what the hell 'the Stick' was and how often this kind of scene had been played out when I wasn't around.

The first part of my question was answered when Amy got up and went into the one of the walk in closets. A moment later she returned carrying a six inch clear plastic ruler under one are. (That's were that damned thing had disappeared to! I swear sometimes it's like living with a couple of gorgeous little pack rats, but I digress...) Of course to them the ruler is three feet long and six inches wide and I could clearly see that it was going to make a pretty formidable paddle.

When Amy got back to Janet she first pulled the panties off completely and then untied Janet's hands. Without a word from Amy, Janet stood facing the bear and bent forward at the waist, feet spread wide with her arms hugging the bear's chest. I changed positions again so that I was once again in my original position, facing the bear with a clear view of Janet's pretty posterior. Her eyes were closed tightly as she hugged her lovely tear stained face to the lucky little stuffed bastard's chest.

Amy retrieved her instrument of justice and stood off to one side. She told Janet to count each stoke as it was given. "One"...Whack! Janet gasped and arched her back pressing her perky little breasts against that stupid bear. "Two"...Swat! She sobbed and shuddered. "Three"...Whap! I was beginning to appreciate the choice of the plastic ruler. With each blow I could clearly see Janet's little cheeks flatten, turn almost white again for a moment and then bounce back to their original beautifully rounded shape and very crimson hue. "Four"..."Five" and finally "Six". At the last stroke Janet's knees gave way and she collapsed, sinking to the floor and hugging the belly of the Teddy. Amy tossed the ruler aside and sat down on one of the bear's legs.

She allowed herself to rest for a minute which also gave Janet a moment to get herself under control once again. At last she raised Janet, kissed her tenderly and then stretched her across her lap. As Amy began to gently caress Janet abused little bottom with her finger tips I wondered if she meant to spank again. Every so often Amy's fingers would dip a little deeper and I could see Janet shudder and hear her faintly moan.

Hmmmm.... This didn't sound quite the same as the agonized gasps of a few minutes ago. Once again switching positions I moved to a vantage point where I could better see what was going on. Ha! Now it was clear. Amy's hand had slipped down between Janet's thighs and she was obviously playing with the folds of Janet's miniature pussy. I could clearly see Janet's juices glistening on Amy's fingers and on the inside of her own thighs and buttock. There is no doubting that this kind of treatment gets her really hot and bothered! As I watched

Amy gradually began to pick up the pace. Her fingers where going deeper now, occasionally sliding inside Janet's drenched little slit, at other times teasing her tiny clitoris. Either way the response from Janet was an unqualified "Yes!!!". All the while Amy's thumb was tracing lazy circles around Janet's little pink rosebud. Amy had three fingers inside Janet now and it was clear from her high pitched shrieks that Janet's climax was fast approaching. For a tiny girl she can certainly raise an uncommon amount of commotion. Suddenly Amy plunged her thumb into Janet's ass. As I would have expected this made Janet go completely ballistic. For a moment I feared for the windows and mirrors in the little house. Janet bucked and plunged on Amy's lap as her orgasm tore through her.

To Amy's credit she hung on like a diminutive bronco buster determined to stay on for the full count. All the while she kept her thumb and fingers pumping, carrying Janet from one mind shattering climax to the next. After three solid minutes the quakes and tremors that had threatened to shake the little house apart finally began to subside. With one final shudder Janet collapsed across Amy's lap, completely spent. At last Amy looked up at me and smiled, I was pretty sure that she had known that I was there for some time. Together we placed our exhausted little Janet on their big four-poster, face down of course.

With Janet tended to Amy walked out onto the balcony so that we could talk without disturbing her. She explained that they go through something like this every so often. Janet really gets off on this ritual, it gives her submissive side a chance to run amok. I could clearly see how much Janet enjoyed herself and thanked Amy for taking such good care of her. With that I slipped my hand around the waist of the tiny redhead and raised her up to my face. I tenderly kissed her cheek and brushed a finger through her lustrous hair. It was obvious from the state of her leotard and the way her nipples were threatening to poke through it that the ritual had had quite a stimulating effect on her as well.

She barely protested as I gently peeled the sweaty spandex garment from her body and let it fall to the balcony below. I held her warm, tiny, nude body in my hand just as I have so many times before and gently stroked and caressed her with my finger tips. She closed her eyes and sighed my name, gently pulling my fingers to her breasts and wriggling her firm little buttocks against my palm. Rising quietly, I tiptoed silently from the room. After all, this would probably get noisy too and Janet needed her rest. We'll all have a late dinner together once they've had a chance to recover. From - Thu Jun 6 11:18:55 1996 Path: jcccnet.johnco.cc.ks.us!ikaros.pei.edu!imci2!news.internetMCI.com!imci4!newsfeed.internetmci.com!world1.bawave.com!news2.cais.net!news.cais.net!bofh.dot!nntp.primenet.com!news1.best.com!sgigate.sgi.com!nntp.coast.net!chi-news.cic.net!newsxfer2.itd.umich.edu!uunet!in2.uu.net!news.dca.net!news From: halice@dca.net (sally reynolds) Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking Subject: Repost: Doll's House - part 1 (core story of Dylan's Journal) Date: 2 Jun 1996 03:29:00 GMT Organization: Dolls Inc. Lines: 219 Message-ID: <4or1ps$4bu@news.dca.net> Reply-To: halice@dca.net (sally reynolds) NNTP-Posting-Host: ppp-2023.dca.net X-Newsreader: WinVN 0.92.6+

c. 1995 - Sally Reynolds - All Rights Reserved. This story may not be posted in any area that is not intended for adult access only. It may not be archived without the written consent of the author.

WARNING: This story deals with ADULT THEMES. It is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. The story deals with sex between tiny and normal sized individuals, somewhat nonconscensual sex, lesbian sex, lesbian sex between individuals of vastly different sizes, light bondage, spanking, female masturbation and all those things which make life worth living.. If you do not enjoy stories of this nature then please stop now. If you think Newt or Rush are cool then please stop reading now. If you are underage or not permitted material which deals with the topics described above you should have already stopped so get out of here already!

Doll's House

Janet had devoted her life to doll houses, miniatures of all kinds really. The tiny buildings and furniture much more than the dolls themselves. She was always striving to create a perfect little house, just the kind that she would like to live in herself. It would be a nice Victorian with high ceilings, printed wallpaper, plush oriental rugs and fine antique furniture. At least she had managed to create it for herself in miniature. It was over four feet high with a four by six footprint that dominated the bedroom. At least Dylan didn't complain about it too much. He had even helped out with it's construction. He built the rough structure, installed electric lights, running water and even a tiny gas fireplace. Then he stepped back to allow her to do the fine finish work and furniture. Of course the real genius in the group was Amy, her skill with textiles was unsurpassed. She'd made each rug and sewn each tiny curtain, drape, and little quilted bedspread by hand. She wondered if Dylan knew that she and Amy shared more than an interest in doll houses? Well, they had an open relationship and she had hinted about threesomes often enough that he should know there was some interest.

Dylan had asked for a candle light dinner and hinted at some sort of surprise. Well, she was always in the mood for a romantic candlelight dinner. She decided to really blow him away. She put her hair up the way he liked it and dressed in skimpy french cut panties, half bra and her slinkiest evening dress. Dylan was home at seven, a little later than usually but he had flowers and a nice bottle of wine so she forgave him. His kiss was certainly not a simple 'hi, I'm home' peck, maybe this really would be a night to remember. While she brought the dinner from the kitchen, he poured the wine and dissolved a small packet of powder into her glass.

The food was marvelous and Janet didn't feel right in criticizing his choice of wine, anyway the second glass tasted fine. It was quite a potent vintage anyway by the time they finished eating she was feeling very light headed. She caught herself dangling her shoes under the table so she slipped them off, they seemed a little loose anyway. She was still dying to hear about this surprise but she knew that Dylan was a tease at heart and prodding him would only make it worse! When he asked her to dance she knew something was up! Dylan dancing, in the house! Well that was pretty unusual in itself. She always loved to dance but he often seemed to feel awkward about it. It felt funny dancing with him in bare feet. Without her usual four inch heels to bring her up to 5' 6" Dylan towered over her by almost a foot. Tonight, with her head spinning from the wine, he seemed even taller. He held her tightly and she rested her head on his chest, she was in heaven. Janet tried to dance on tip toe but that didn't really work. Eventually, she felt to dizzy to stand and had to sit back down. That was when she noticed that her feet didn't reach the floor...and the table was too high. What was going on?

"Sweetheart, are you OK?" asked Dylan, as he came around the table and crouched beside her. "Oh! yes I'm fine, just a little woozy...I feel so strange? I guess I'm just not used to this kind of thing." she answered. "Here, let me help you into the bedroom." he said, lifting her from the chair. Her small head came to rest on his shoulder as she slipped into unconsciousness in his arms. She was as light as a feather! He guessed that she must have shrunk nearly six inches in the past hour. He had had a hard time disguising his fascination as he watched his lover gradually dwindle. Fortunately the drug also clouded the mind as it started to take effect.

Dylan carried her into the bedroom and carefully laid her small form on the bed. Then he began to gently undress her. First the earrings, he knew those had to come out soon. He hardly needed to unzip the dress. At first it had clung to her curves like a second skin, now it seemed like a loose robe. The bra was really just a formally too, the straps had dropped to her elbows and her small breasts didn't begin to fill the cups anymore. The sight of her tiny rose nipples, hardened by the cool room made his heart ache. He bent down and gently kissed each of them in turn. He sighed to himself, "This is for her. This what she really wants." He carefully turned her on one side, her now oversized panties had already slipped down to exposed almost her entire lovely bottom. He couldn't help petting it. She reminded him of a naughty little girl with her panties at half mast. Moving her onto her back again, he bent her small legs at the knee and slipped off her panties. She was now completely naked. She could have been mistaken for a sleeping child except that her figure and patch of close trimmed pubic hair were those of an adult woman.
She was scarcely four feet tall now, the pins she had used to put up her long chestnut hair had slipped out sometime ago.

Dylan could have watched her slowly dwindle all night but the tiny goose bumps on her delicate skin made him realize that she was chilly. He tucked a pillow under her small head and covered her little nude body with a soft cotton comforter. He then set about preparing her new residence. He stocked the doll house with everything that she would need to be comfortable. Small bars of soap in the bathroom, as well as tiny bottles of shampoo ,bath oils and perfume. He did the best he could in the kitchen, an ordinary ice cube turned the old fashion ice box into a functioning refrigerator. He wanted to make sure that she had everything she needed in her new home.

His heart nearly stopped when he turned around to see that she had vanished! Then quickly realize that her head had slipped under the comforter a she continued to shrink. As he drew back the comforter Janet stirred fitfully. He could see small beads of perspiration between her pert little breasts. A minor side effect of the drug but she should be cooled. He brought a bath towel and a cool damp wash cloth from the bathroom. He spread the towel on the bed and placed the tiny naked girl on the towel, her head and feet didn't even reach the ends. Dylan then began to gently bath her with the wash cloth. Her small nude body squirmed and wiggled as he bathed her more sensitive areas. It was almost too much for him to bear. The bath had the desired effect. Her temperature seemed to drop and he could she the faint hint of a smile on her lips.

Well, she was comfortable but Dylan really wanted to pamper her.
She was just over three feet tall now and shrinking quickly.
He sprinkled a bit of baby powder on her chest and tummy and began to slowly smooth it over her skin. He marveled at it's smoothness and flawlessness, she was so soft! Her tiny pink nipples stood up at attention as he brushed the tip of his finger over them. It was obvious that even unconscious from the powerful drug Janet could still feel him, she still responded to his touch.
Dylan wondered what she was dreaming, what images did the feel of huge hands manipulating her cause? He continued down her belly and along the front of her legs to her tiny feet, now scarcely three inches long. Dylan couldn't resist tickling them. Janet's feet had always been very ticklish and still were, she writhed and pulled her feet away from his tickling fingers. She was now lying with her feet several inches apart and her knees slightly bent. Her head was turned to one with one finger close to her parted lips. She had never looked more fuckable, except that at her present size this was clearly out of the question.

Dylan stared for a few moments marvelling at the sight of her perfect little snatch. Janet always kept it very neat and he like that. Now at half normal size it was even more fascinating.
With one finger he began to explore it, astonished by it's softness.
As he slowly stoked her clit his miniature lover stared to writhe again. Her left hand gripped the fabric of the towel and she had sucked the index finger of her right hand into her mouth.
She was getting very wet, her knees began to shake and her little breasts jiggled enticingly as she pushed her tiny hips up against his finger. He slowed his pace and let her arousal subside. It took a monumental act of will to keep from bringing her off.
An orgasm would almost certainly awaken her and that would complicate things. He had to stick to his plan.

He rolled the midget girl onto her stomach and started to powder her back and that marvelous ass that he loved so much. He gave her small back and buttocks a gentle finger tip massage. Janet responded as usual by lifting her now baby sized butt and cooing softly. She was so small now that her little buttocks fit comfortably into the palm of his hand, he thought he had never felt anything so soft and smooth in his life. Dylan leaned forward and softly kissed her perfect little bottom. He heard her breath catch as his tongue slipped between her cheeks and tasted the sweet nectar smeared on her tiny slit. Once again Dylan stopped himself. It was impossible to continue like this. He folded the comforter and placed Janet's naked little body on top of it. He returned after a very quick and very cold shower. He spend the next few hours watching her, impatiently waiting for the shrinking to stop.

He sat, cradling her in his arms like a small child. Janet slept peacefully, pressing her tiny body against his chest. As she slept her stoked her hair and inhaled it's sweet fragrance. When he guessed that she was under a foot and a half he placed her on a pillow with a ruler beside her. Her shrinking continued, barely perceptible now. First 16 inches, 15, ...12, 11 ... then it stopped. At just over 10 inches she was now one sixth her former height. She a perfect little doll but also a living, breathing woman. Just the right size to move into her very own, perfect, little doll house.

Dylan took a bed from the doll house, turned down the sheet and blanket and after one last good night kiss tucked his doll tiny lover into bed and placed her in her new home. It was now 3:38, at least he could get a few hours sleep before she awoke. He undressed and collapsed back onto the bed, his long vigil had drained him completely. As he drifted off to sleep he wondered what their future life together would be like.

From - Thu Jun 6 11:19:14 1996 Path: jcccnet.johnco.cc.ks.us!ikaros.pei.edu!imci2!news.internetMCI.com!imci4!newsfeed.internetmci.com!world1.bawave.com!news2.cais.net!news.cais.net!bofh.dot!nntp.primenet.com!news1.best.com!sgigate.sgi.com!uunet!in2.uu.net!news.dca.net!news From: halice@dca.net (sally reynolds) Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking Subject: Repost: Doll's House - part 2 (core story of Dylan's Journal) Date: 2 Jun 1996 03:32:51 GMT Organization: Dolls Inc. Lines: 307 Message-ID: <4or213$4bu@news.dca.net> Reply-To: halice@dca.net (sally reynolds) NNTP-Posting-Host: ppp-2023.dca.net X-Newsreader: WinVN 0.92.6+

c. 1995 - Sally Reynolds - All Rights Reserved. This story may not be posted in any area that is not intended for adult access only. It may not be archived without the written consent of the author.

WARNING: This story deals with ADULT THEMES. It is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. The story deals with sex between tiny and normal sized individuals, somewhat nonconscensual sex, lesbian sex, lesbian sex between individuals of vastly different sizes, light bondage, spanking, female masturbation and all those things which make life worth living.. If you do not enjoy stories of this nature then please stop now. If you think Newt or Rush are cool then please stop reading now. If you are underage or not permitted material which deals with the topics described above you should have already stopped so get out of here already!

Doll's House

Chapter 2 - Awakening (Janet notices a small change.)

Even before her eyes had opened Janet knew she wasn't in their bed. The mattress was softer, the way she liked it and the sheets were crisp and heavy. The soft morning light was filtered by sheer drapes. The room itself was very familiar. Dylan must have booked a room in a B and B for the weekend. Just great!
A romantic weekend together and she had to pass out after two glasses of wine. Well, at least she remembered the dinner and dancing. If she could only remember how she wound up in this bed. She slipped out of the bed and looked around the room for a robe. Nothing, just like Dylan to leave her naked. She couldn't even find the cloths she had been wearing the night before. No bags or cloths in the closets or the drawers. He'd snuck off and left her here with out a stitch of clothing! Kinky bastard, he'd get his.

As Janet padded into the bathroom she was still haunted by the familiarity of the place. She knew this room but couldn't remember when she'd been here before. Nice place though, hardwood floors covered by beautiful area rugs, fine solid wooden furniture. She liked the feel of the house. After she had freshened up Janet considered wrapping up in one of the fluffy towels in the bathroom but decided against it. It would be much more interesting to let Dylan have his fun. When he came in she would act startled and embarrassed by him finding her standing naked in the middle of the room. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the full length mirror in the corner and moved closer. Well, she could act embarrassed but she really had nothing to be ashamed of. She regarded herself critically as she slowly turned from side to side. Firm, high breasts, flat stomach and pert little behind.

She raised her hands to her breasts and lightly stoked her nipples.
They hardened quickly in the cool air. Cupping her breasts in each hand she tried to imagine the feel of Dylan's hands on them.
She felt her skin flush and her breathing quickened. Small tremors ran through her body as her hands began to roam over her skin.
Her fingers gently brushed over her sides and belly as she slowly lowered her hands to her groin. A slight shiver shook her as she ran her fingers through her pubic hair and brushed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She closed her eyes and imagined that Dylan was with her, kissing her breasts, his lips tugging gently at her nipples. One hand slipped between her thighs and began caressing her pussy. The other squeezed and kneaded her aching breasts.

She was getting so hot! She though about Dylan, she had to have him. When he came in she would grab him, throw him onto the bed, tear his clothes off and rape him right there. Breakfast would just have to wait. She moaned his name as she slipped first one, then two and three fingers into her flowing pussy. She began calling his name louder and louder as her thumb teased her clit and her other hand pinched her and tugged at her nipples. She had to stop herself, she wanted to share this with him but she was so close!

"Janet, it's okay honey I'm right here." She jumped at the sound of his voice booming so close behind her. Then she jumped twice as far when she turned and saw his giant face filling the double doors behind her. Janet gasped in disbelief and staggered back against the mirror. "Dylan?", she said, "This has to be some kind of a nightmare!" "Oh, I hope it's not a nightmare but a dream come true.", he answered, "Come out here on the balcony where I can see you better."

Janet moved cautiously, timidly like a faun. Still covering her groin with one hand and her breasts with the other she crossed the room toward her now gigantic lover. Dylan sat back in his chair and smiled as the tiny, nude Janet stepped through the door and onto the balcony of the doll house. He didn't say anything, he wanted her to have a chance to get her bearings and get used to the idea of being so small. This was the moment he had been waiting for when she was finally a walking, talking, living and breathing doll.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she stood before the giant Dylan and gazed about. She could see now that they were in their own bed room and she was standing on the balcony of the doll house! Dylan wasn't a giant at all, she a midget! A very tiny and very nude midget! The shock was almost too much for her, she leaned against the rail for support. As soon as she regained her composure she looked up at Dylan towering before her. He looked huge! His head alone was as tall as herself. She looked down at her own miniature body and then at Dylan. Finally she spoke, "What did you do to me? I...I'm so little. This is amazing!"

Dylan sighed and said "Well, I shrank you and tucked you into bed in your very own little doll house while you were asleep." "I can see that.", she said, somewhat annoyed that being a giant hadn't changed his sarcastic sense of humor. "You often remarked how much you wished that you were small enough to walk around in it, maybe even live in it for a while. Well, now you can.
You're just the right size and I'm here to see to your every need. Besides, I think you're just incredibly cute like this."
She was cute too, a tiny little doll of a woman staring up at him from her little balcony. Her hands were folded demurely over her petite bush in a subconscious attempt to preserve some sort of modesty.

Suddenly Janet realized what she had been doing when Dylan had appeared. She blushed and asked shyly, "Dylan how long were you watching me,...just a moment ago?" "Well, long enough.", he answered. Janet looked down, her blush spreading over her luscious little body. "Sweetheart, don't be embarrassed. I was really touched. You can't imagine how sexy you looked standing there." She knew that he enjoyed watching her play with herself and it always turned her on to have him watch, but this was the first time he spied on her. Certainly it was the first time he'd seen her masturbating in a doll house. The strange feeling of smallness made her feel self-conscious, more vulnerable than she had ever felt before.

"Do you still find me sexy? Even like this?", she said looking back up into his eyes. "You've never been more appealing.", he answered "Why don't you come a little closer, and find out for yourself?", he continued, lowering his hand to the balcony. Janet hesitated for just a moment before walking over and settling her sweet derriere into the palm of his hand. The heat of his hand felt nice against her naked bottom. She grasped his thumb for support and smiles up at him. Carefully Dylan raised the miniature Janet to his lips and kissed the side of her face. Janet was somewhat startled by the sensation of traveling up what seemed like several feet, to a face six times the size of her own, and then having a giant kiss planted on her cheek. After just a moment she recovered enough to lean forward and return Dylan's kiss. Turning her head to one side she pressed her tiny lips to his. Then feeling bolder her slipped the tip of her between her lips and licked. Dylan responded by parting his lips slightly and allowing just the tip of his tongue to meet hers. Janet's tiny heart raced, the excitement was like experiencing their first kiss all over again! His warm breath played over her skin and sent shivers down her spine.

All of this was having it's effect on Dylan as well. He was now kissing the woman he loved with her delightful behind nestled comfortably in the palm of his hand! Her skin was so smooth and soft as fine silk, her kiss was as delicate and sweet as a rose petal. He stoked her silky hair with one finger of his free hand. He felt her tiny hand caressing his cheek. This intimacy given her new size was thrilling, she seemed to be adjusting perfectly.
After several moments Janet finally straightened and looked into his eyes and smiled. She didn't need to say it, he knew.

After a minute Dylan straightened and started to stand, the toy size Janet still nestled comfortably in hand. "Where are you taking me?", she called up to him. He lifted her up close to his face once again and whispered, "Breakfast". With that he carried her through the house and finally set her down on the breakfast table just outside the kitchen. From here she could watch Dylan as he prepared their meal and look out into the backyard at a whole new world. It also gave her an opportunity to get a feel for her new height. The place mats and napkins were the size of blankets. She was taller than everything on the table except the flowers. The silverware was huge but she could lift it and the coffee cup was as big as a washtub. She noted that Dylan had already set out dishes and silverware from the doll house for her. That would certainly make things much more manageable.

Dylan finally finished preparing the meal. Scrambled eggs, toast, orange juice and coffee. "Do I have to have breakfast in the nude?", she called up to him. "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot completely. Here you go.", he reached into his pocket and produced a tiny package. She opened it and found a short, silk bath robe. "You forgot, huh.", she said dubiously. "Well if you don't want it." , he said reaching toward her. "No, no! It's lovely!" , she squeaked, running to the far side of the table. As she slipped into the robe Dylan sat down and said, "There that should cover it." "Just barely!", Janet responded noting that the robe just covered her pubs in front and must have left the bottom of her buttocks exposed. The plunging 'V' neckline also provided a nice view of perky little breasts.

Janet sat on an inverted tumbler and ate little, she was too excited to have much of an appetite. At least for food. She decided it was time to make sure that she really had Dylan's undivided attention. She broke off a hand full of toast and walked toward the butter dish. She walked slowly and exaggerated her wiggle ever so slightly. Upon reaching her objective she bent full at the waist and made as if she was trying to lift the butter knife. She was sure that the extremely brief robe would afford Dylan a spectacular view of her tiny charms. She was not disappointed.

Dylan nearly blew coffee out of his nose when he saw Janet flash her full, if diminutive moon, presenting an unobstructed view of her tiny slit and flawless doll's ass. "Oh! Honey, are you okay?", she said, still bent nearly double with her hands on her knees and her head turned to one side to view his reaction. "Yes, fine.", said Dylan, coughing slightly and leaning forward. "Could you please help me with this?", she said sweetly, her bare behind now less than a foot from his face. "Why of course my love.", he answered. He had already decided to give his little nymphette a taste of her own medicine and suddenly blew a gust of air at her delicious little bottom.

"Eeeek!", she shrieked as her garment blew up around her waist, "Oh! You are so bad!", she scolded him skipping away and pulling her robe down as far as she could. Dylan's warm breath felt so good! She couldn't help squeezing her thighs together, she was getting very horny. She looked back up at Dylan. He was standing now, smiling down at her. Slowly his hand reached across the table toward her. "What are you going to do?", she said, trying to sound a little frightened and cowering slightly from his hand.
Dylan remained silent, he simply scooped her up in his hand and lifted her from the table top.

Janet kicked her six inch legs and pushed against his thumb to no avail. The mock struggle excited her even more, she hopedit was having the same effect on him. As he raised her to his eye level she looked into his face and gasped, "Oh no, what are you going to do now?" "Now...", he answered seriously, "It's time for some desert." With that he turned and headed for the bedroom. Janet continued her heroic struggles against his thumb. She liked the feeling of his strong, warm hand wrapped around her wiggling body.

Dylan sat on the edge of the bed and regarded Janet for a moment. She was pretending to ignore him and was concentrating on pulling free of his grip. "Well, well, what have we here?", he chuckled as he plucked at the belt of her robe. "What! How dare you!", she protested, struggling in vain as he untied the belt and slipped the brief garment from her doll size body. "What are you going to do with me?", she demanded. "First, I'm going to make you squirm a little." With that Dylan began tickling the little nude woman unmercifully. She writhed and wiggled provocatively in his grasp, trying futily to ward of his fingers with her hands. Her giggling sounded like the tinkling of tiny bells to his ears. After a minute he relented and brought the still giggling and gasping Janet close to his mouth. "Now I'm going to eat you!" Now his tongue took over where his fingers left off. Dylan flicked his tongue across her minute nipples and gently pressed her tits with his lips. Janet's knees were already drawn up close to her chest in a effort to protect her breasts and sensitive ribs. Now it was easy for Dylan to slip his tongue under her bottom and give her that first long deep lick.

Janet shuddered at the sensation of his huge tongue effortlessly spreading her cheeks, caressing her from the tiny pucker of her anus to her clit in one motion. Even at her present size his talented tongue was able to deftly probe her delicate folds and send shivers through her doll size body. She was lying in his palm now, with her head thrown back between his fingers, her tiny buttocks rested on the heel of hand and her small legs dangled on either side of his wrist. Janet began to moan and writhe in his hand as Dylan's darting tongue teased her tiny cunt. With the index finger of his free hand Dylan gently stroked her hair and lovely face then moved lower to massage her firm little breasts. As Janet's climax approached she braced her heels against his wrist and raised her doll like ass from his hand. Dylan felt her small hand gripping his thumb and pinkie tightly as little Janet began to thrash her head wildly from side to side. He knew from experience that her climax was only moments away, this time he would let her finish.

Janet was thrusting her hips against Dylan's huge tongue with all her strength now, trying desperately to push any part of him inside her. Waves of immense pleasure surged through her tiny body as she squirmed in her lover's hand. She revelled in the sensations caused by her smallness. She was a tiny plaything of a woman, held in the hand of her giant lover whose only thought was to pleasure her. With a final shudder and loud squeak Janet's climax arrived.

Dylan felt her tiny body grow rigid and then tremble in his grasp as a high pitched cry erupted from her breast. She held her diminutive body arched against his tongue for several seconds until her climax finally began to subside and she collapsed, exhausted back into his hand. Janet's skin glistened with sweat from her exertions as she slowly curled into a fetal position in his palm, her tiny body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

(end Chapter 2)

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