Sara Vaughan (Ph.D.) stifled a shudder, everything was ready for the first test.


From the high vantage point overlooking the portal room, technicians were putting the finishing touches on the systems and the first test family was ready to make the final test trip to what would surely be the dream vacation for millions more who would follow them to the new toy-worlds.


Toy-worlds, just thinking about them sent an adrenaline rush through his body. He briefly recalled the periods of observation of the team through the portals, remembered the first successful trip when young Karen went through the first stable portal to toyworld (which is what they had named that first world) and above all he recalled the observation, recorded from multiple angles, of Karen's tests (some very naughty) in the new environment and the acquisition of the first specimens in what would be the first of several tests.


Something went up inside her when Karen opened the the specimen case on returning from the trip, resembling a small carry-on travel suitcase, but with several 25 cm (9.5 inch) cylindrical containers of clear plastic.
But when she saw them there at her fingertips, those first samples; so similar to people from her own world but similar in size to barbie dolls, tiny people, little persons, squishing their little hands against the plastic of the containers as if they could escape .... how excited she was.


There were the four that Karen had snatched from the house inside the testing area, and she was sure she had enjoyed doing it like never before in her life. She herself felt wet as she watched it all.


A very attractive middle-aged male, a slightly younger female, or maybe it was the makeup, both dressed in pajamas, plus a young girl in a silk nightgown, blonde, like her parents, about 18 or 20 years old. And her favorite, a young teenager, especially since she had seen how Karen faked the difficulties in catching him as she played with him all over the house while playing chase him without ever catching him at all.

While she had already efficiently captured his parents and sister, the boy was not aware of anything since the music he was listening to and the noise of the shower covered everything. Karen watched him for several moments longer than seemed professional and then moved her face smiling to the outside window of the bathroom from where she blew him a kiss with her lips, the boy must have seen the movement in some reflection of the mirror and turned to meet the lascivious look of the young technician and a hand that was raised to enter through the window, she remembered precisely the scream he gave (although normally he would have been paralyzed) and the agile leap towards the door without slipping and crashing, which would have been inconvenient, naked as he was it was a dream image and Karen must have thought the same because her hand when entering through the window instead of grabbing him like a doll hit him on his tight little ass as he went out the door and let out an "upssssss!" that sounded too fake.


Seeing that he escaped from the room, she reached out again, although she tore off half the window frame in doing so, shook it off, making sure she hadn't broken any nails, and once satisfied, Karen went on with the hunt for the last specimen.


She began to walk around the house looking through all the windows looking for movement on the second floor, she knew she wouldn't get out the door, the specimen case with the rest of her family inside covered it.


Empty hallway and stairs she thought as she watched, she continued to walk around as quietly as her boot heels would allow, though she knew the surprise factor was now decidedly out of her reach. She moved her head to the next window, which corresponded to the parents' bedroom and looked out very quickly to try to surprise him.


There he was, rummaging through the closet, probably looking for clothes to put on his little body. "How cute, I'm going to take you like this" thought Karen while she put a fist that broke the window and the frame and started to open her hand to grab the boy who looked at her with a face crazed with terror and screamed again nooo, get away from me. He started to run, letting go of clothes he had not been able to put on while Karen's hand reached him as he was going out the door, but the boy turned in the opposite direction to her wrist and could not grab him, only hit him with his fingertips, which made him fall to the ground.


Once on the floor he turned around and began to crawl backwards calling his parents and his sister, who apparently was called Sally, it is possible that they heard him since the sample case was not soundproofed, but it did not matter, they were safe and the sample collection area, which only included that house and pieces of street, reflected the light and sound so no one would come to his cries, just as it had not done with the rest of the family, although it had been faster.


Seeing him crawling on his back and screaming made Karen's heart beat very fast, as she repositioned herself she managed to catch one of the boy's feet between her index finger and thumb and started to drag him slowly, in a premeditated way towards her, the way he was wriggling, holding on to things to avoid being dragged, his panicked screams and the swaying of his naked member were making Karen try to enjoy the situation as much as possible.


None of those efforts were of any use to the terrified young man, when he got close enough karen lifted him off the ground from the leg she had him by while the boy kicked and swayed screaming a continuous "nooooo, let go of meeeeeeee".


Karen placed him on her palm to pull him out of the room through the shattered window without damaging him, as he wouldn't stop moving she closed her hand over him, Her black painted fingernails covered him from torso to mid thigh with her thumb gently squeezing his chest to prevent him from sitting up and hitting his head. As she pulled him out of the window Karen began to giggle, she had noticed a very masculine reaction in the boy just below her fingers, his penis was getting hard, but she was not loosening her grip on his little body so that if he did not become erect it would cause him pain.


Once outside the house, Karen slowly opened her hand, and there it was, the penis jumped like a spring, how she was enjoying the situation.

It occurred to her that she wouldn't have a better opportunity later, so she began to soothe him while holding him in one hand she caressed him with the fingers of the other gently whispering to him that everything was all right and that nothing was going to happen to him, each time her fingers moved down from his chest to his crotch the boy gasped more and more.


Smiling in delight, Karen took it as just another diversion from that first short trip. Squeezing the fingers of the hand that held him around his arms the boy stood still to reject her, she said "how real you look" the boy whimpered and said "I am real, I am a person", "no one in your world is anymore" Karen replied forcefully, whereupon she proceeded to push his member forward and back with one finger over and over again as the boy squirmed unable to free his arms, using two fingers Karen spread his legs, with full access to his cock and testicles Karen began to massage faster and faster, until she pinched the cock and began a vertical motion, the boy more than resisted it seemed he wanted to finish already, so with a few final thrusts he squirmed in her hand and a spurt of cum shot out.


Showing her teeth in a smirk of complacency Karen reached into one of the pockets of her jumpsuit and pulled out a kleenex to wipe her hand and the body of the panting doll she held in the other, "what a waste of a shower, little one" she told him.


Even though she knew there were micro-portals around her that had allowed all the rest of the staff to see the scene Karen didn't care, they had already scanned the environment for dangerous toxins without finding any, now it was time to look for anything on the little natives of that world. Not that what was in the kleenex was going to matter much, since all the specimens in the following technical trips would be subjected to exhaustive tests and at the end of the trip most of them would probably be dissected to look for any difference with normal people.


She looked at the boy, gave him an affectionate squeeze with her fingers and moved towards the sample case, she opened it and inside the tubes were the male and the two females screaming, the boy went crazy when he saw them, Karen did not understand why with the automatic closing in addition to oxygen they were not given some narcotic to put them to sleep during the experiment, that Vaughan could be a real bitch.


She slid out a tube and, holding the kicking teenager by the shoulders, dropped him in.
Karen squatted down and looked at the scene a terrified little man, two little females crying and screaming wanting to get out and a teenager pounding his fists on the clear walls of the tube, she realized that the scene made her drunk with power and she also realized what it meant: "we are going to make gold, and your world is screwed, toys".


She closed the briefcase, stood up and surveyed the neighborhood, no sign that anyone had noticed anything, not even a car in the parts of the area exposed to the street. Karen bit her lips looking at the nearby houses, in some of them there were lights in the windows of both floors... and if she took a look, there were still free tubes in the briefcase and she was trembling with excitement after what she had done in that house, she felt like a goddess.


Suddenly, a car entered from the reflex wall of the test area, the driver crossing it and changing everything he saw, lost control, surely he lost it completely when he saw a young red-haired girl, with a tight black jumpsuit full of pockets, high black boots and half heels that was taller than the house behind her.


Karen was caught off guard by the appearance of the car, and by its swerving into her even more. Before it hit her ankles she lifted one foot and planted the sole of her boot on the front of the car, she felt the impact, but the car stopped suddenly almost as if it had hit a wall, not quite because Karen pulled her leg back a little to cushion the impact, it would have been better for the driver to wear a seatbelt or he would have been smashed against the windshield. After leaning his weight on the front of the car to sink the engine stopped, there was more than one occupant. from above he saw the front and saw a man's pants and a woman's legs, the muffled screams heard from inside told her that they were quite stressed by the experience.


Karen thought, "I'm going to get my hands dirty in the end", pulling a pair of latex gloves out of another of the pockets of her overalls she grabbed the front of the car and lifted it up to get a good look inside, when the car was almost upright she could see the occupants, although they were practically falling into the back seats.


A young man, about the same age as her and a young woman, who at that moment looked at her like a demon, the woman began to scream and to cover her short skirt with her hands, the man was dripping blood from a cut on his forehead and she could not see his features well, she was thinking about how to open the doors and take possession of them without breaking the gloves and getting full of grease when a second car entered from the same place as the first one, to make matters worse it was also heading towards her. "Shit, I should work on adjusting the mirror fields better", the car was still on a collision course towards her, who at that moment had the car she was holding in front of her and a blind spot where she would not see when the second one was going to crash into her, so she acted on instinct, when the second car was a few meters away from her feet she dropped the first one on top of the second one. From that moment she only remembered the scream of the woman covering her panties in the car at the moment of the free fall and then the impact of the rear of one on the windshield of the other.


After a few moments to calm down after what she had experienced Karen bent down to take a closer look at the wreckage.


Both cars were dripping fluids and Karen noticed the smell of gasoline, from the doors of the second car also dripped a dark liquid that Karen knew was the blood of its occupants crushed by the impact.


When she bent down to get a better look at the front of the first car, she noticed movement, the man was full of blood, he had hit the back of his head but the little woman was still alive asking for help until she saw her eyes through the broken windshield and started screaming, at the same time a spark ignited in the gasoline spilled by the impact and set fire to the surroundings of the two cars, the screams of the little woman increased in volume and became sharper.


Karen was totally overwhelmed, the cars were surrounded by flames, the screams of that doll were getting on her nerves and she was only supposed to have come to acquire the specimens from that house without making a fuss.

Almost without thinking she decided it would be best to remove any evidence that she had been there, although in a few weeks it would no longer matter, sadly for the little people of that world.

She turned away from the accident and, resting her boot on the only area that wasn't engulfed in flames, she pushed the remains of the two cars towards the house of the family she had just abducted in such a pleasant way. As she paired the remains of the cars, she heard the hysterical screams of the little woman who had survived, but that part was already surrounded by flames and she was not going to risk burning her hands for a specimen that would end up being dissected when the sadistic members of comparative anatomy finished with them, the only thing she could think of to end her suffering was to kick the front of the car where she was, over and over again with the heels of her boots, until the screams ended and the top of the windshield touched the bottom. Meanwhile, the fire had spread to the wooden front of the house, she hoped no more cars would come in, as she looked down at her boots hoping they hadn't burned too badly.


When she made sure the family's house she was carrying in the sample case had caught fire, she headed towards the portal area, on the other side of the house, when it was activated again, the reflex zone would cease to exist and people would see the disaster that had befallen their neighbors, she didn't care if they didn't find the bodies in the house, soon none of that would matter anymore...

Dr. Sara Vaughan was in front of the mirror in her bedroom looking for any defect in her outfit, several times she had been told that she looked so much like Eva Green that they could have passed for twin sisters, she rehearsed a condescending smile in front of the mirror and had to admit that she did look a lot like that actress, what was not clear to her was whether seeing in you the image of a famous person was good or bad for her aptitude.

Satisfied with the image reflected in the mirror, tight black prada skirt, matching chanel boots and red blouse, she went to bed and took her jacket, also in black prada. Sometimes she got tired of the routine of dressing up so much every day, but she told herself that she was the representation of the corporation in front of the clients and she had to give a good image, the looks the men gave her when she crossed paths with them also helped.

Before closing the door to her room, she glanced at the uncovered shoebox beside her bed, stuffed with sheet scraps and showing from that angle a pair of legs fully spread to the thighs. She didn't seem to have woken up yet.

She went down to the ground floor, where her twins' nanny, and practically the house maid, was cleaning up something she had spilled in the kitchen. The boys were already at school, so Angela, Angie, as they called her, a young woman of about 20 or 21, who was paying for her art studies at the university by watching and tending to her increasingly less infantile children and who had been with them for half a year already. All she had to do was keep the twins' rooms tidy, pick them up at dismissal time, and keep them from running wild around the house.

A couple of weeks ago, Sara approached her with a very serious face and said she wanted to talk to her, Angie was worried, because she didn't know if she had done anything wrong. Sara reassured her, but told her that if she wanted to continue working in the house she would have to sign a confidentiality contract, and handed her a bundle of papers that was a standard contract from Toyworld Corporation, as it was now called. Angie started to try to read it but said it was too complicated. "I'll sum it up for you," said Sara. "From now on you can't talk to anyone or communicate anything about your work, other than "I take care of some children", if you do you expose yourself to the proper legal sanctions, etc, etc."

Angie looked with a worried face, "but why, what's going to happen?".
"Look Angie, if you want to know you have to sign, otherwise you have to leave." Angie hesitated for a few moments and then, with a worried face she left her signature in the places Sara indicated.

Then Sara asked her to follow her. They had recently done some work on the house, a wall facing Sara's huge garden now had a door leading to what she had been told would be a shed, but the door had been closed until that morning, when some technicians from the corporation had brought some dismountable object. They were inside for almost an hour, closed the door and left without saying anything. Later, Sara came home from work, rushed into the new room, stayed inside for a few minutes and then "went out again, heard the car doors and came back in loaded with some packages. She closed the door and didn't come out again for an hour.

Now they were in front of that door, Sara took a security key and opened it. When they entered Angie saw a room with no windows, only some kind of skylights open near the roof, for ventilation and daylight. Lots of lights coming out of the ceiling, and what caught her attention immediately. A doll's house, or so it seemed, because it was very elaborate and of enormous size, three stories high and several windows in each of them, as well as several wings. It looked like an expensive suburban house.

Angie moved closer to get a better look at it, the roof was chest high. She bent down to see inside the house, and looked out window after window, marveling at how detailed it was, bedrooms with beds, bathrooms that looked real, even the lights in one room were on, so it had electricity. He looked out the window and thought he saw a shadow moving in the background and disappearing. She scrutinized better but saw nothing,

"Dr. Vaughan, if this is what you didn't want me to talk about, don't worry, but I think you have mice inside this model."
Sara let out a laugh, walked over to the house, and sticking her fingers into the sides of one of the wings she opened it to the side on hinges, then walked over to the other wing and did the same.

Finally he reached out, grabbed the chimney of the house tilted it toward her and pulled outward, the whole central part moving in her direction on a wheel, until it stopped after separating it a meter or so away.

"Look for the mice," she said, looking down at her from above with a smirk. Angie stood up, and leaning down she went into the gap between the two parts of the house looking for something.

Ahead of her were hallways and the back rooms, some with lights on, she turned around and... She let out a little scream, holding her hand to her mouth, in another hallway, against the wall that led to the room where she had seen the shadows. There was a group of dolls, the most realistic she had ever seen in her life, they looked completely real except for the doll clothes they were wearing, which seemed crude compared to their perfection. Four dolls with their eyes fixed on her, staring at her, they were about the size of a barbie, slightly smaller, about 9 inches she estimated. When she reached out to touch them the one that looked like a grown man shouted "don't touch us". Angie let out another scream and almost fell on her ass over the back of the house.


Sara said "go ahead and touch whatever you want, without fear" as she crouched down beside her.

The dolls looked at her with a terrified face. Angie reached out her hand and caressed them with her fingers, apart from the doll clothes, their touch seemed to be that of flesh, they were trembling and from the two women she could hear muffled sobs.

She opened her hand and brought them close to what looked like a young athletic boy, closed her fingers around his abdomen and lifted him up. From the other dolls came a muffled sobbing sound.


As she approached the boy to her face he kicked but not very willingly, his little hands grabbed her thumb and pushed outward with little force.

Angie suddenly realized that her mouth was open in amazement and she was almost drooling, she closed it, licked her lips and saw that Dr. Vaughan was watching her intently. " It is very real doctor, very very very real, I understand why you wanted me not to talk about these dolls." With the other hand she began to touch the little body, to understand how it was made, she began to take off the doll's clothes, then it began to resist, to kick harder and to scream "no, not again, no, noooooooooooooo".

Angie couldn't believe what that little thing in her hand was doing, she slipped the pieces of coarse cloth covering it over her head and opened her mouth in the shape of an O, without saying anything. Where she thought she was going to find gaskets or soft plastic, there was nothing, well yes there was, a semi-erect penis and it looked perfect in every way, like the rest of the doll.


"Examine him well" said Dr. Vaughan's voice next to her ear".

As she reached out and grabbed the other male doll, she pulled it in front of her face, ripped the clothes off from underneath and Angie saw that it too was exactly like a real human, clearly panting with fear, impotent in the doctor's hand, whose fingers opened and closed on his attractive form, how to massage him, one of the fingers was always on top of his penis, squeezing and loosening it, until it began to respond and grew in front of her eyes in a few seconds, after that Dr. Vaughan put two fingers of the other hand from below to keep his legs wide open, brought it to her mouth and slurped, her lips caught that little penis and began to play with it, each slurp made the doll's pelvis rise, released it a little and pulled her hips again, until the doll's panting reached a very fast cadence, at that moment the doctor stopped slurping and smiled showing her teeth, the penis trapped between them almost as if she was going to crush and swallow it, her eyes fixed on the female dolls, who, hugging each other, kept making whimpering and complaining noises, while the doll was moaning in frustration.

Finally, opening her teeth, she violently pulled out her tongue, which once again pushed inside her lips the sex of the doll, dragging her hips up and down, until finally, the little man (she had no choice but to come to that conclusion) emitted a long and anguished AH! which was followed by a few moans. The doctor made a swallowing gesture, then released the little man, who hung upside down by his thigh, swinging in the doctor's fingers. His crotch glistened, sticky and reddened, his arms dangled to the floor, unable to move.

When she regained her speech Angie asked almost trembling, "Dr. Vaughan, are they real people? Reaching out and dropping the little man like a sack in the hallway she had taken him from she said, "I'll sum it up for you, they are real but they are not people," she said pointing at her "Are you going to do something with that? don't you like it?".

Between her fingers was still the young boy she had taken earlier, breathing heavily, thrusting her fingers and with his cock already erect from rubbing against Angie's fingers. She looked away from Dr. Vaughan and focused her gaze on the boy, he certainly had a very appetizing shape. Encouraged by the doctor's teasing she placed him better in her hand and began groping him and squeezing his ass cheeks, it was all so real, a whole man between her fingers writhing in pleasure and pain with just a few touches of her fingers, it was a rush.

She stopped controlling herself, barely hearing the whimpering coming from the rest of the little people, she took the boy between her two hands, spread her thighs wide and upwards with her thumbs, the boy's gasps and moans only made her more excited and she brought her hips closer to her mouth, sucking them between her lips, stroking the small penis with her tongue, up and down, up and down, in and out, ignoring the little hands on her lips of the boy who wanted to free himself.

She continued faster and faster until with a final moan the boy arched his back back, feeling a bit of sticky warmth on the tip of her tongue and on her lips as she pulled the boy's limp, exhausted, powerless body out and held him in front of her. The flaccid cock, arms and legs dangling motionless between her fingers.

She wondered if he would stand another assault and reached the fingers of her other clamped hand towards his crotch, but Dr. Vaughan's hand suddenly appeared and snatched him out of her hand. "Once is enough for now, dear, this one has already been tested several times today," she wiggled his little body and set him down on the floor, inside the room where the rest of the little people had gone.

He shook off his hands and said, "Well, how did you feel? Angie recalled the adrenaline rush as she handled that creature, "I felt like I was capable of anything."
"And you felt good doing it, didn't you?". Angie nodded.
"You felt powerful and you jumped at the chance because you could, didn't you."
"yes, because I could." Dr. Vaughan put a hand on top of hers and said, "You still can, anytime." Then she stood up

"Did you notice how I opened the house?". She nodded, "good, let's close it up.".
Angie pushed the front together with the back and made sure the chimney latches matched and then closed the wings of the house on their hinges until they clicked.

They left the room. Dr. Vaughan told her, "they have running water, so they can wash themselves, when you make food for the twins take some into the house, open the front door and leave the plate in front. When you come back check for missing food, if they haven't eaten tell them I know ways to force feed them, then you will remove the dishes and tend to the children until I come home from work."

"When you are alone in the house and have nothing to do you can come in and " this she says making a few quotation marks in the air with her fingers" check they are ok but I don't want any grazes beyond what you have seen, damage or injury."" Although in theory they are theirs, the twins can't know anything about them until the company makes the official announcement, I know them and I know that in a few hours the whole school would know. have you got that right?" "Yes doctor."

That happened almost two weeks ago, Angie seemed to have understood but Sara knew she had not fully understood, because, the same evening before, when she was coming home from work and hugging her children, while they were having dinner and Angie was going home, she asked her: "Doctor Vaughan, I study art because I am good at it, but I know a little about science, can you explain to me how they work?

Sara shook her head and said "I can only tell you that they are the first of their kind".

She watched Angie for a few moments using the dustpan on what she had dropped on the floor and said, "When you're done with that pick up the girl from the shoebox in my room, take her to the little house and have her wash up nice." After which she walked out the door energized for another day of hard work.

Erin was walking down the halls towards the shortest exit to the main part of the facility and the biology rooms, the clacking of her bootie heels could be heard loudly in the long corridors, dangling by one leg from one of her hands is the corpse of the muscular toy that Dr. Vaughan has ordered her to take to Biology.

From time to time she lifts him up to the level of her face and observing the half-crushed little body, she thinks "what a witch, with the profit that could have been made out of this one, while the rest of us have to finish our turn to play, she uses and breaks them as she pleases, and on top of that she takes home the ones she wants".

When she is near the entrance leading to the open spaces of the industrial building, the door to the mission briefing office opens and Daisy, the twenty-something black girl obsessed with sexual experiments on little people, appears.

"Hi Daisy, your very dangerous mission briefing ready?"
Daisy lets out a giggle as she adjusts her ponytail tightly in her hair "yes, terribly dangerous, I almost fell on my head to avoid stepping on a specimen that was trying to escape to the edge of the mirrored area."

"So that would have been your fifth accident?" clumsy."

"I'm not clumsy, not too clumsy at least" but if you look for playthings inside a house, surrounding it, while the inhabitants try to escape instead of staying inside like good toys these things happen, if only they would try to surround me by shouting instead of silently so I wouldn't notice.

Daisy was blatantly responsible for the first nighttime accident, when a girl was trying to escape at night and she inadvertently crushed the lower half of her body, then the footage showed that the girl was still alive when they blew up the gas pipes in the street to destroy the evidence of the raid. She was also responsible for inadvertently kicking a child running in front of her who ended up crushed against the wall of a house, a woman who had been hiding in a car was smashed when Daisy leaned her leg on which her body weight rested on the roof, the last accident she was guilty of was knocking down and crushing with the toe of her boot a door behind which a little man was hiding and which ended up just below the door Daisy was stepping on while looking up at the upper floors.


Although all the members of all the groups had had similar mishaps, Daisy had kept the nickname "I didn't do it", which was what she always said when surveillance reported that someone had stepped on a mini-person.

"And why did he run away from you, if you show all your cleavage like a slut every time you go on a mission?" They both burst out laughing at the same time. It wouldn't be the first time that Daisy, along with the suitcases of specimens, pulled out some little man from between her breasts and even more than one to the laughter of her companions.

"I don't know Erin, I've been making forays for almost a month now and I feel like they don't find me attractive anymore, they go like crazy, as if we were going to eat them at something like that."

Erin also giggles, "Well, we don't know that yet, I wouldn't be surprised if some of the laboratories have cooked some of them".

Daisy comes closer all excited. "I want to know everything now, do you know anything about that?"
-"No, but I see the reports they send to the boss and I assure you that there are all kinds of weird experiments they do on the little people."

"But do they eat them? Which part is the tastiest? Well, I know that," she says with a mischievous smile.

"I don't know because each type of experiment has a code and I don't know them, but there must be more than a hundred different codes, I'm telling you, I wouldn't be surprised if one of them was to use them as food."

"Wow" says Daisy, "I'd like to know everything that is planned by the higher ups with the little people."

Erin smiles at her friend. "I happen to be on my way to Biology to run an errand for the boss, why don't we investigate there?" she says as she lifts the corpse of the muscular little man in front of Daisy.

Daisy stares at him and runs her tongue over her lips, reaches up and touches the little man's body and dead cock between her fingers, "What a waste, one of the witch's pissed off?

- "I was thinking that very thing when you came out from delivering the report" says Erin between chuckles: "Yes, Dr. Niven has put her in her place in front of the briefing group and with the way she' s got her temper, you know how that must have made her feel."

-"I love to see her pissed off, and if it's with someone she can't make her life miserable, so much the better."

- "Well," Erin says, wiggling the small hanging corpse back and forth, "she can't make this one bitter anymore," she says with a chuckle.

"At least he's given us an excuse to go into Biology and browse around, let's take advantage of it."


As they head to Biology Erin updates Daisy on the new living jewelry designs made from the little people and the new sex toys to use on them that should be arriving in the rec room by now, the two girls continue to gossip and tell dirty jokes to each other that consist of the terrible tortures they would use all these artifacts for on the minipersons.

Rob has not been able to sleep a wink during the night, the quiet background noises that until a night ago he heard in his house have turned into thunderous footsteps that approach, lights that turn on and make him feel like inside a supermarket window. Huge faces through the transparent plastic walls that watch everything greedily, screams of terror and despair when the hands to which those faces belong choose one or more objects of their desires and catch them as if they were rag dolls, the continuous cries, the sobs, the pleas. On a day for him, his family and all the people in the building, fear is their only companion.

Unable to do anything to prevent it Rob has seen the walls of the seemingly solid building open to the outside, a face peering out smiling and a hand catching his two sisters who were sleeping together in the same bed, ripping the sheets off and pulling the clothes aside to get a good look at their half naked bodies while his fingers grope their flesh with pleasure all over. Their mother screaming and begging not to take them away only to be grabbed between giant fingers, groped and squeezed too only to be discarded and dropped to the floor in sobs as the giant takes her sisters whose cries of despair drift away to a distant room.

Megan was next, she didn't move or squeal when a new giant looked at her, or when he grabbed her, or even when he lifted her cheerleader outfit up almost to her head to feel her curves and play with her sex. As she walked away, trapped in the giant's hand, she looked up at Rob with a resigned expression.

Rob comes over to comfort his mother. Another face, this time of a woman his mother's age, with shoulder length dirty blonde hair stares at them, her green eyes fixed on Rob who barely notices the hand reaching into the room and trapping him between her fingers as the giantess lifts him to her face Rob hears his mother's cries for mercy almost in the distance. As the fingers holding him pin his arms to his sides other fingers with long fingernails painted a dark red begin to pull down his shorts and briefs that he hasn't taken off to sleep since the first giantess gave them to him. The fingers begin to curiously grope his lower abdomen while the woman's cold eyes look emotionlessly at the small reddened penis she holds between her fingertips, then she turns him over in her hand and feels how those fingers and nails squeeze and open his ass cheeks several times, slowly and quickly, as if in delight, Rob thinks he hears his own voice shouting for her to let him go, but he's not sure.

Finally with his clothes still down he is placed back next to his mother, who runs to hug him while the giantess looks in other directions until her gaze falls on something below where they are, the hand comes down, more mixed screams are heard, the hand comes back up with a kicking human figure in his underpants clutched around his waist. When the hand stops in front of the woman's face it seems to Rob that the kicking figure is a boy about his age, with a flick of his fingers the underpants go flying through the air in an endless tumble to the ground. Rob only sees the back, the little legs kicking and the boy's elbows sticking out as his little hands try to ridiculously push away the giantess's playful fingers, The woman lifts her fingers towards the boy and they start making movements all over his body, stopping quite a while in the middle, the boy arches while the giantess continues manipulating him at her pleasure while smiling. Finally she says: "you're new here, I'm going to make a man out of you, little boy". Saying this she turns around on her heels and Rob sees the scene he has seen too many times during the day, a person hanging loosely from the hand of a giant who carries him like a puppet, she is wearing a white blouse and a black skirt with black heels that move to the rhythm of her hips just like the naked and helpless boy that sways between her fingers, Rob is reminded of one of the secretaries of his old high school.


With fear in his body he spends the time hugging his mother waiting for any moment to become the sex toys of anyone who passes by, but that does not happen, other people in the building are not as lucky, whose screams do not stop to be heard every little while.

Overheard, Rob learns that the people who scream and run the loudest attract the giants the most, while those who stand still and don't attract attention are abducted less often.


After a while the walls open again, a hand drops an immobile Megan on the bed, her skin is reddened, Rob is not sure if it is because of the rubbing when washing her or because of the games she has been subjected to. She is wearing different clothes than when she was taken from the apartment, her cheerleader dress has been replaced by a pleated skirt and a tight T-shirt without a bra, which clearly shows her nipples. Without a word, she slowly gets out of bed and heads for the bathroom, where she can hear the shower running.

A few minutes later, another hand drops her sisters on the floor, one crossed on top of the other, their skin also reddened and their clothes changed for short, tight little dresses that show more than hide, before withdrawing, a finger of the hand caresses Cintia, who is the one on top of the two, from bottom to top, pushing her breasts forcefully out of the cleavage where they are moved in circles several times before retreating while Cintia covers her face and chokes back sobs.

His mother runs to hug them but they soon move away and head to the bathroom where they ask Megan to let them in, Rob moves out of the way so he can't see them. He notices something he's seen before, the giant's hand presses something outside the door to the apartment and a red light comes on. Rob is sure that as long as that light stays on they will leave them alone. He sits down in front of the door determined to find out how long the saving light will be on.

As time goes on the screams and light in the building diminish in frequency, the giants who open the walls of the building come to bring people, instead of kidnapping them, some in very bad condition, shamefully dressed or even some naked altogether. The blonde giantess who almost took him earlier approaches with the thundering sound of her heels and starts to crouch down, the victim she carries hanging immobile face up in her hand, the boy Rob's age, is dressed in some sort of super tight lycra leotard jumpsuit that makes his genitals stand out in front, the giantess gets back up and the boy is no longer in her hand. Rob assumes that the giants need to sleep too, though what he doesn't know is that a new shift has begun and when it ends the onslaught of abductions, screams and horrors will begin again.


Rob opens his eyes in confusion, he has fallen asleep watching the red light, which is still on, but he doesn't know how many hours have passed or if it is day or night. He has noticed something that has woken him up, but he is not sure what, the ground shakes again, like when the building is opened to choose the people who will be used as toys. Rob hears screams and protests

When he turns his head towards the open sheet of the building he sees a large mass of metal, as he gets closer, he sees that it is a huge metal cart full of clear plastic boxes, in some of them there are groups of people with their hands stuck to the walls, some silent, others shouting. There are numbers and letters on each box. Before he can read them a huge white mass appears from the side of the building as he looks up.

The white mass turns out to be a woman in a medical-looking gown, with a couple of kicking people waving their arms in each hand, which she stuffs into one of the boxes, and leaves them trapped there. The hands place the boxes with the little people backwards and bring forward some empty boxes. Rob reads the number on the door of his apartment on one of them, looks up and on the chest of the robe reads a sign that reads "Dr. Morrison."

When the woman turns in his direction, Rob sees a knee-length black skirt, a white blouse, and on top of it all a woman in her 40s with dirty blonde hair in a ponytail and green eyes staring back at him. The giantess who groped him a few hours ago and discarded him to capture another victim and use him as a sex toy.

Rob starts to take steps backwards, until he stumbles into his mother, his sisters and Megan, who are stuck to the wall of the room next to each other.

The giantess, without taking her eyes off him reaches out until she feels his back resting on her fingers and her thumb pressing against his belly at which point he stops stepping on the floor while behind him he hears the women shriek. Rob shouts, "The red light is on, we need to rest."

The giantess raises an eyebrow in surprise that the toy in her hand is protesting with reason. Then she changes her expression to a grimace and says coldly as she turns to the tray, "You have a medical exam; the hours of rest you can make up later." The hand loosens its pressure and Rob drops into the plastic box, then he hears more female screams and sees the two giantess hands approaching carrying the rest of the family and Megan, Rob steps back as the women are dropped inside beside him.

For a while longer the giantess is busy picking up various occupants of some specific floors until all Rob sees are boxes full of people banging on the walls and screaming for mercy. The giantess looks down with a grimace of amusement on her face but doesn't respond. She just pushes the huge cart full of boxes out of the room, and as she opens the door, the light dazzles all the little people. The, for them, huge rooms beyond the door are passing one after another, they are crossing with other giants, who look at them or greet the giantess that carries them. After almost 10 minutes of travel they arrive at another door, which opens with the identification of the giantess.

When they enter, it looks to Rob like some kind of huge hospital, with huge doors in front of them and on the sides, inside gigantic glass-walled offices there are more giants of both sexes using computers, looking through microscopes, manipulating machines that Rob doesn't know about. But the table stops there, in the first room, which has several huge tables, shelves and gigantic machinery.

A giantess at one of the side tables, handling boxes of vials like the ones in the high school lab, gets up from her chair and walks towards them, clacking her heels. She is an older woman, between 50 and 60 years old with short hair dyed dark red, well dressed and with the face of a school teacher, besides that, Rob notices a good sized breasts.

When she arrives, she moves her head towards them and looks at all the boxes with a smile on her face "good, very good" she says.

Behind her a male voice is heard: "If everything is fine, the ultrasound and the vacuum are ready. Thank you Jenni, go check the ecto tanks, please. Maria go put yours in place."

After these words the blonde giantess says "sure Hector" and walks away towards the door at the back. The mature redhead moves the cart closer to the table she was working on before and begins to remove the occupants from the boxes and place them in other boxes on shelves on her desk.

Rob begins to hear the typical pleas of "no, please" as the mature redhead's excellently manicured fingers pull out figures one by one that wriggle between her fingers, with a grimace on her mouth that shows she's enjoying it. Finally it's Rob's turn, who stays very still while from above, as if he were a huge claw, the fingers grab him by the chest and lift him up. With the fingers in front of Rob's face he can't see what is happening except that he is being displaced until he is deposited in a box in which he is alone. When he looks around he sees that he is at a high point from which he can see most of the room he is in. His box is one of the ones on the edge of the shelf and he notices something else that terrifies him even more. In all the other boxes behind him, the prisoners are male.

The mature redhead starts to adjust a platform that is on her table, underneath where they are, the platform is square with a hole in the center where the mature woman places a vial. When she finishes she looks at them and says "undress now, I don't want to see a piece of clothing on your little bodies".

Rob knows she's not joking so he starts to leave his clothes on the floor of the box, the giantess looks at the rows of boxes until she stops in front of one "why aren't you naked, young man?" she exclaims with her hands on her hips.

"Please ma'am, what are they going to do to us, they haven't told us anything." The little voice in front of where the giantess is standing seems ridiculous to Rob compared to the authoritative, booming tone of the giantess's voice.

"I told you to strip, that should be enough for you, as for what we are going to do to you, you are going to be the first to find out, for being disobedient."

With that said Rob sees the giantess's hands move below the line of sight, as a few moans are heard, then one of them appears again holding between her fingers the thighs of a man in his early twenties. Just where her fingers end, the man's naked hips begin, which the mature giantess is staring at "this is very good, yes" Rob hears, talking to herself, then she steps to the side and places the man on the platform with the vial, then takes some latex gloves out of a small box on the table and carefully puts them on.

The man looks up scared of what might happen to him, the giantess doesn't speak, she just smiles. Her fingers push the little man's back down, making him kneel, then she manipulates him until he is on all fours and gently pushes him forward and down, so that his penis enters the vial. "Don't move from that position," she says.

She takes something like a stick with a knob on the end of a liquid filled container, with two fingers of the other hand she spreads the man's thighs on all fours, he starts to whimper, she immediately starts to insert the stick up the man's anus while her fingers now hold his waist to prevent him from moving, as he starts to grunt at the anal rape, he suddenly starts to wiggle and moan, a stream of cum shooting out of his cock as the giantess twirls the stick inside his anus a couple of times. Then, while still holding the little man's waist, she drops the stick back into the container with liquid, then two fingers squeeze and rub his penis from base to tip, making sure all the semen drops into the vial.

The giantess takes out a marker pen from her robe pocket and points something on the back of the exhausted little man, takes out the vial and puts it in a refrigerator on the wall, then her fingers grab the weakened man and puts him back in his box, from another refrigerator she takes out a container, the size of a thimble for her, which she leaves inside the little man's box saying "drink it all, in an hour you have another session" while smiling.

She places another vial on the platform and as Rob continues to watch mesmerized as she does so the giantess' other hand reaches behind him in surprise, grabs him by the waist and lifts him up, then places him in front of her amused eyes, as Rob moves his legs helplessly, the giantess' fingers grab his penis and testicles, gently stretching and rubbing them, lower him to the platform and says "you've seen the position, four legs and your little wiener inside the vial".

Suddenly there is a beeping sound at the door, the door opens and two giant women enter the room. Rob recognizes one of them, the black giant girl who captured and groped him.