Summary: A lady celebrates her 21st Birthday, her mother has given her the gift of 21 shrunken men to enjoy... and she wants to have a very special and diverse time with them. This story explores lots of different giantess/ shrunken themes ranging from gentle to violent. Enjoy!
Categories: Giantess,
Teenager (13-19),
Young Adult 20-29,
Breasts,
Body Exploration,
Butt,
Crush,
Entrapment,
Feet,
Gentle,
Humiliation,
Insertion,
Mouth Play,
Slave,
Violent,
Vore,
Watersports Characters: None
Growth: None
Shrink: Lilliputian (6 in. to 3 in.), Minikin (3 in. to 1 in.)
Size Roles: F/m
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 5
Completed: No
Word count: 4115
Read: 11931
Published: October 29 2024
Updated: January 22 2025
Story Notes:
Someone recently asked me about a shrunken Olympic games... funnily
enough, I've written such a tale... It just shows that if you don't ask
you don't get
.
The first part is the build up to the Olympics part of the story, and
explores the protagonist's first shrunken experience with her first
man...
1. Chapter 1 - Part 1 - Happy Birthday Jenny by Richard C H Davies
2. Chapter 2 - Checking out her new toy by Richard C H Davies
3. Chapter 3 - Are you rejecting me? by Richard C H Davies
4. Chapter 4 - The rules are simple, don't lose by Richard C H Davies
5. Chapter 5 - Round one Marshmallow SUMO! by Richard C H Davies
Chapter 1 - Part 1 - Happy Birthday Jenny by Richard C H Davies
A Tale of Myth and Legend
Birthday Olympics of Horror
Chapter 1 – Happy Birthday Jenny!
By Richard C.H. Davies
Present Day - Jenny
Jenny finished her breakfast
as quickly as she could, she was desperate to open her present. It had been
sitting there on the breakfast bar.
Her mother was nowhere to be
seen this morning, her 21st birthday morning. However, she had
clearly left Jenny the gift, as she usually did, and also expected her to open
it and enjoy it on her own. She never liked to hear any details.
She examined the neatly
wrapped red box, it was a large rectangular shape, only about four inches tall
but long. She gripped the box and admired the bright red bow. The presentation
was nice, but it was the contents she was looking forward to.
She turned over the label on
the top to examine the note. It read:
“To my precious daughter,
have a great birthday. Look forward to seeing you for dinner. Enjoy your
presents. Love Mum x.”
She carefully picked up the
box with both hands, it had some weight to it at the bottom but mostly felt
hollow inside. She was excited to find out its contents. She put down her half
eaten cereal bowl and spoon in the sink, ran the tap over it to fill it with
water to dilute the milk, the cleaner would sort out the rest, and rushed up
the stairs, into her room and locked the door.
She sat on her bed in her
pyjamas and placed the box on her lap. Her heart started to race in eager
anticipation. She scrabbled at the corners of the wrapping paper with her pink shellac
nails and pulled it back.
Jenny threw the wrapping
paper across the room and gently unfolded the lid of the box.
She gasped in excitement as
she looked down at the contents. Her mouth was open, swiftly sucking in air in
her excitement. She reached down into the box with her index finger reaching
outwards, she bit her lip in anticipation.
Inside the box were three
inch tall men, they had been strapped down to the bottom of the box, with
decorative tape. They were naked, in a star shape with their limbs splayed
outwards. She counted each of them with her index finger, gently pressing her fingertip
against each of their flaccid penis’. She counted twenty one of them. How
thoughtful of her mother.
They were all struggling
against their constraints, wide eyed looking up at her in terror.
Sometimes her mother got her
some willing people, other times like this, they appeared to not be so willing.
Jenny recalled her first
Christmas that she had received a shrunken person as a present from her mother.
She was eighteen. She had been arguing for months since her birthday in October
about why she couldn’t go out with boys her age.
“They will take advantage of
you,” her mum had said in frustration at her daughters persistence, “boys just
want one thing at your age…” and on one occasion she added, “in fact at any age
they want just one thing.”
“I can take care of myself,” Jenny
had always argued back “what’s the point in all of the self-defence classes you
put me through?” and swiftly followed by “it’s so unfair, I hate you,” was
regularly used as a response. At that point she actually did hate her mother,
the feelings of claustrophobia and of being cooped up in the grounds of the
large house took its toll on her, regardless of the entertainment systems, and
training coaches available for her.
She was therefore very
surprised at what she found when she had awoken on Christmas morning.
*
3 years ago – Christmas Day –
Jenny’s Bedroom
Her face still red from
crying herself to sleep; she still felt tired as if her sleep had brought her
no rest. She laboriously grabbed the stocking that was at the end of her bed,
leaning forward in her pyjamas. It would be filled with the usual customary
contents such as chocolate, stationary and sweet, as well as a few items that
might be of interest that her mum’s personal assistant, Liana, would select.
Liana had quite good taste
actually, she had eventually tasted good as well, Jenny smirked when she
remembered back. As Jenny had come of age Liana had chosen presents that had
been of interest to Jenny, more adult underwear, makeup, face and body
treatments and fashionable clothes.
Jenny had pulled the heavy
bulging stocking across the bed towards her. It was a woollen hand stitched
stocking, red with white stars and green Christmas trees. There was string with
pompoms tied in a bow at the top of it, closing the mouth of the stocking.
She pulled at the bow with
her thumb and index finger and loosened the neck of the stocking. An orange
spilled out and rolled onto her duvet.
She watched it stop in
disinterest and then delved her hand into the stocking. She pulled out a series
of wrapped presents of all shapes and sizes. She could tell the hair brush and
makeup sets from the size and shapes.
She could tell the clothing
items from how they felt and she guessed which ones were chocolates, sweets and
stationary.
She slouched in indifference
as she unwrapped one of the packets; which from the shape and feel she assumed
to be chocolate.
Oh… she huffed, surprise,
surprise, it was chocolate.
She huffed and unwrapped the
chocolate bar, pulling out the contents with her thumb and forefinger. It was a
small, thin chocolate. Her vision started to grow watery as her eyes welled up.
She threw the wrapper onto
her floor in her sulk, which was building to a crescendo. She was fed up with
having to spend Christmas morning on her own, she wasn’t able to spend free
time with people her own age and she wasn’t even allowed a single boyfriend. It
was so unfair and she blamed her mum for all of it.
She broke the chocolate in
half and popped one half in her mouth and chewed, then licked the chocolate
from her fingertips. It didn’t sate her anger or frustration.
Still holding the piece of
chocolate she delved into the stocking with her other hand and rooted around a
bit more. She grabbed hold of a box and pulled it out.
She held it up quizzically
and couldn’t guess its contents, so she pulled back the neat wrapping and
ripped the paper away. She threw the paper on the floor and looked at the note,
it was written in her mother’s handwriting:
‘My darling, I know you wanted a boyfriend. So
here you are. This one is yours to keep. Merry Christmas Love Mum x’
Jenny folded her eyebrows in
a frown. Was this some kind of joke? How could a present in a box be equal or
comparable to a boyfriend?
She lifted the lid off the
box and nearly dropped the box in surprise at what she saw.
Inside the box was a tiny
man, looking up at her in terror. She looked back at him in terror. Was this
real?
The chocolate had dropped
from her fingers onto the duvet and she just held the box in front of her, both
of them were frozen waiting for the other to make the first move.
She examined him with her
eyes, without moving another muscle, he was good looking, athletic and
completely naked. She hadn’t seen a real naked person, large or small before.
She finally broke the silence
as the curiosity got to her; and the surprise faded slightly.
“Are you… real?” She asked
with amazement at the tiny breathing form in front of her. He slowly nodded in
response. His tiny eyes were looking up at her. He looked genuinely frightened.
She opened her mouth and
breathed in deeply, and then her mouth formed into a smile.
Her mother had just given her
a… tiny man.
She had never seen one naked
and this close up before. She had seen them on various media channels on the
internet. She was fascinated, as she looked down upon his tiny form.
“Please help me,” he begged
up at her suddenly regaining his confidence. “Your mother told me she would
make me big again… if I pleased you.”
That sent a jolt of
excitement through Jenny.
She quickly glanced at the
note on her bed cover. The note said he was hers to ‘keep’, there was nothing
temporary in that statement. Her smart mother had clearly just tried to
incentivise or manipulate him.
She smiled down at him, that
was her mother alright. Poor thing hadn’t a clue.
“Okay,” she cooed at him,
appeasing him. “How can you please me though?” She asked, party feigning
naivety and partly intrigued.
He shrugged nervously.
“I don’t know, what do you
want me to do?”
She shrugged back.
“You’re too small to give me
a massage,” she said, thinking of her options. He considered that quickly and
then nodded in agreement.
“Can I pick you up first?”
She asked him quickly. He was barely nodding and she was already holding him
between the thumb and forefinger of her hand. She discarded the box and held
him close up in front of her face.
She rotated his body and slowly
moved her neck and head, like a heron watching a fish, as she examined him very
closely from all angles.
He was heavier than she
expected in her fingertips, but still felt like the weight of a hamster. She
was amazed at how small all of his features were, but he was still a human man…
and he was hers to own. He stared back at her anxiously.
“Erm… perhaps… I can try to
massage your foot?” he asked nervously.
“Okay,” she smiled and put
him down on the bed and thrust her bare foot out towards him.
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Chapter 2 - Checking out her new toy by Richard C H Davies
He shied away briefly and
then approached her foot and started to rub it as hard as he could, pressing
his hands against it first, then resorting to forearms and elbows. Then he used
his shoulders rubbing against her foot with all of his bodyweight.
Her foot impulsively jerked a
few times as it felt more like tickling than massaging, but once she got used
to that it actually felt quite good.
She looked down at what she
could see of him behind her foot and had a sudden feeling of power and
ownership like she had never felt before over anything before.
He massaged her foot for
about 10 minutes and then stepped around her foot to look directly up at her.
“How was that?” He asked up
at her hopefully, his face willing acceptance from her.
“Good, thank you,” she
replied down at him sweetly. He smiled, nodding, pausing and waiting for what
he was looking for. When it didn’t come;
“So… do you think you can ask
your mum to make me big again?” he asked, almost apologetically.
She creased her face up in
indecision, then gently picked him up to analyse him closely.
“Is that it? Is that all you’re going to do to please me?”
She feigned her disappointment.
“What else can I do?” He
asked, thinking, “I can sing-”
“I know,” she cut him off,
disinterested in any solution he would put forward. She put him down on the bed
so quickly it almost winded him.
She pulled off her pyjama top
and allowed her perky and rounded breasts to fall to her chest, then lifted her
hips above him and slipped off her knickers.
She lowered herself down to
the bed and looked down at him, biting her lower lip. She revelled in his
renewed look of fear and anxiety. She could see his tiny face looking up at her
naked body in absolute dread and a slight tinge of awe. She was a beautiful
young lady indeed.
“I think you should massage
me all over my body,” she smiled down at him. She was surprised at how quickly
and impulsively her body had acted; her mind was whirling to keep up.
The sudden feeling of
ultimate power, a completely new sensation, owning him, and also being giant compared
to him and naked towering above him all mixed to create a cocktail of feelings
that gave her such a rush. The most exciting thing was that it was all so easy.
Unlike anyone else he had to
do what she told him.
It wasn’t embarrassing at
all. He was just a little thing that she… owned. He was completely hers. He was
a sentient being, not just a pet mouse or hamster. She decided his fate.
The look of terror on his
face was… tantalising and fascinating.
“Please, I don-”
“I
thought you wanted to please me,” she lowered the corners of her mouth as he
started to stagger back from her giant naked form soaring above him.
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Chapter 3 - Are you rejecting me? by Richard C H Davies
“Are you rejecting me?” Her
face looked forlorn. “I thought I was pretty….”
He shook his head quickly in
response.
“I’m sorry, I just don’t know
how… pleasure your whole body at this size…” his eyes brightened for a moment.
“If you make me big again, I’ll give you the pleasure of your lifetime…”
“Hmm… a compelling offer,”
she tapped her fingertip on her lip. “But… I kinda like you at this size at the
moment, and I didn’t think you would want to disappoint me?”
“No, of course, but…”
Impatiently she reached down
towards him and grasped him in her hand. She gasped at how real he felt, the
tiny warm body, quite heavy, but he was completely enclosed in her hand, just
his head and shoulders and feet sticking out of either side of her fist.
She lifted him up so that he
was level with her face.
He was quite good looking;
she couldn’t get over how tiny all of his features were, but also so realistic
looking. Well, she smirked, of course they were realistic, he was real. He was
a real man… a tiny man…
She bit her lip with
excitement as her mind flashed through scenarios of what she could do with him
next. She felt a naughty fluttering in her stomach, it felt like butterflies.
She also felt some excitement building between her legs.
She kept her index finger and
thumb curled around his upper body and slowly released her other fingers. His
tiny legs dangled and she looked straight at his dangling penis. She started to
grow even more excited. She had not seen a real penis so close before, not even
a normal sized one. She had led a sheltered existence.
That was her mum’s fault.
She gently reached out with
her other hand and pinned the penis between thumb and forefinger and carefully
rolled it between the pads of her fingers, feeling the squidgy foreign object.
His face was a mask of apprehension at how gentle she was being, but he still
looked anxious, because he didn’t know what she would do next.
Neither did she. That point
in itself was so exciting for her to realise.
Jenny laid backwards on the
bed and gradually lowered him down to her ribcage; between her breasts. She
released him and felt the tiny mouse sized man stand on her body.
She looked down at him, he
was looking back expectantly.
“Well go on then, start
massaging me,” she ordered with a cooing voice.
“Where would you like me to…
massage?”
“Surprise me, but make sure
it’s good,” she replied evenly, in more of a challenging tone than a threat.
He shrugged and then started
to clamber up one of her breasts.
She watched in growing
anticipation. She noticed the nipple of the breast, that he had chosen, had
started to perk up and raise itself in anticipation. She had never watched that
happen before when she had played with herself.
In fact, she was seeing her
own body in so much greater detail than ever before, she felt like she was
seeing it through his eyes.
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Chapter 4 - The rules are simple, don't lose by Richard C H Davies
She was embarrassed for a moment at the size of the pores
on her skin, that hadn’t been a thing to consider before… wait… how hairy was
she to him? Could he see all of her little faint hairs?
She shivered in self-disgust and self-loathing, then her
mind returned to what he was doing as she felt his tiny hands and knees
pressing into her breast as he crawled up to her nipple.
Shivers went up and down her spine and she felt goosebumps
appearing all over.
She continued to watch as he grasped her nipple with both
hands, it looked like the size of a large pumpkin in his hands.
He then started to massage her nipple with both of his
hands, rubbing in opposite directions and towards each other. A new type of
pleasure went soaring through her body, her mouth opened in a surprise gasp.
“Ohh… that’s good… now… Bite me,” she suddenly ordered, she
just blurted it out of nowhere. He looked up at her giant face and then
returned his attention to the nipple and then bit down on it.
Jenny gasped loudly in pleasure and then her mouth turned
into a smile. This was awesome, she had her own little living man doll.
She gasped in pleasure as she began to think about all of
the things she could do with him… and what he could do to her. Now that he belonged… to her.
*
Present Day – Jenny’s Bedroom
The thoughts of that Christmas all those years ago made
Jenny incredibly horny, the anticipation and excitement of a new experience.
She bit her lip harder at the thought; her mind was racing for ideas. She
wanted to do something new today, something different.
The problem was that over the last few years she had
experienced so much, she really needed to up the ante.
Today had to be something special for her 21st
birthday.
Then she saw the packet of sweets in the corner of the box,
a combination of strawberry lace, marshmallows and other things. She looked
back at the artistic display of tiny helpless men in the box. It gave her an
idea…
Present Day – Jenny’s Bedroom
Thirty minutes later Jenny had prepared everything. She had
created her own mini-Olympics.
Jenny licked her lips. This was the first round and
she was very hungry. She had worked up quite the appetite. She wasn't sure how
long she could hold on for. They all looked so yummy.
The first six men she had selected had been taken out of the glass box that she
had put all of her presents in. Then she had them each inserted inside a giant
white or pink marshmallow, three of each marshmallow colour. Except that it was
just their head and shoulders sticking out of one end and legs, from the knees
down to the feet, sticking out the other side. Their arms and most of their
midsection were hidden inside. They looked hilarious and completely helpless;
rolling about in the box.
She had squirted two circles on a large white ceramic dinner plate, one circle
was chocolate syrup and the other was strawberry syrup and they marked the
inner and outer zones, they were about 100mm apart.
She then lined the competitors in a row as she explained the rules.
"I will choose the pairs. The objective is to push the other person, your
competitor, outside the first circle. Once that happens you lose. Got it?"
She asked bluntly. They all nodded nervously, nobody risked objection to the
mad rules dictated by the beautiful but crazy looking giantess.
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Chapter 5 - Round one Marshmallow SUMO! by Richard C H Davies
She selected and plucked up the first two competitors white
vs pink marshmallow and held them both lightly with her fingertips squidging
into the soft sugary marshmallow, one of them peddled his legs and wriggled to
try and get free, to no avail.
She could vaguely hear him begging, but ignored the pitiful
display. It wouldn’t help him at all.
She placed them at opposite sides of the dinner plate. They both stumbled a bit
and nearly fell over. She giggled.
“Start when I shout ‘Sumo’, understood?” They both nodded
nervously, looking up at the giant woman towering above them.
"Enter the circle," she ordered and they both waddled over to the
centre of the plate. “Get ready, set," she said and they both faced each
other bracing with determination and pure fear.
She waited for a few seconds placing a mental bet on the pink one; she thought
he looked more muscular.
"Sumo!" She shouted out. Her pink one charged the other at full
speed, his marshmallow bashing into the other one and bouncing him hard. The
white one flew backwards, legs flailing and face in shock at the ferocity of
the attack.
He was instantly thrown outside the 'dead zone', she punched her hands in the
air and cheered.
Then smiled at the irony of such a literal name for ‘dead
zone’, the thought of it made her so ravenous and eager that she instantly
lowered her head towards the white wriggling marshmallow.
She noticed that the marshmallow had fallen on the outer line and been coated
in the dark chocolate syrup she had squirted there, that would add a nice
flavour.
She opened her mouth and saw the tiny ashen face scream out in horror as the
giant open mouth approached him. She heard his screams and her view of him disappeared
as her mouth closed around the marshmallow.
Her tongue slathered over his face and she curled her tongue around the
marshmallow savouring the powdery sweet taste of the outside coating.
She could feel him wriggling top to bottom of the
marshmallow. With her index finger she gently pressed her sweet snack into her
mouth, then tilted her head back and allowed it to roll back inside her mouth
until she could close it.
She enjoyed the sensation of the soft marshmallow and the
lean limbs of the tiny man wriggling inside her mouth; as she sucked on the
sweet treat. But she was too hungry and impatient to drag this out, she would
normally like to tease and play with them a bit. Instead, she just ended up
swallowing the whole thing.
She scolded herself for her impatience; she should at least have angled him
better in her mouth. At the difficult angle he entered her throat, he blocked
her oesophagus. It took several big gulps and it took a while for him to slide
down her throat.
Her throat swelled as he passed down and despite a brief
worry about choking on him; she enjoyed feeling him squirm and struggle against
the forces of her peristalsis.
Finally, she felt him drop into her stomach and then
she was able to talk again.
"Our first winner of the day," she threw her hands up in the air and
then pointed down at the shocked pink marshmallow man who stared up at her from
the middle of the plate, face ashen and feet rooted to the spot; as he was
frozen in fear. He had just watched her gobble up and swallow a man whole; and
she apparently had no remorse.
"Applaud him people," she looked over to the group of standing
marshmallows with their arms trapped inside the marshmallows, urging them
forcefully, then giggled as they squirmed and tried to clap their hands inside
the marshmallow, "oops, it's a bit tricky for you isn't it."
"Applaud him," she looked at bit further along her table and demanded
of the other nervous competitors, who weren’t restrained inside marshmallows,
but stood anxiously in the glass box that she had put them in. They reluctantly
clapped, trying to avoid eye contact with her. She huffed, men were
historically such fans of blood sports, but it was clearly a bit different when
there was a high risk of you becoming the next bit of sport...or food.
"Okay, next round!" She quickly clapped her hands together several
times in excitement, she liked this game, it was fun! Then she lifted the
victorious pink marshmallow man off the plate and put him to one side.
She selected two fresh competitors and placed them on the plate. They looked
terrified. They knew exactly what their fate would be if they lost this macabre
‘game’.
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