When they had finally arrived at their new home, Jeff had found a convenient place to 'disembark' from Linda. He put some distance between them and for the first time was actually able to get a good look at her. Like his 'first' goddess, this one was a blonde, but he had ascertained that when he was hiding in her hair. As near as he could tell, she was about his age... maybe older. She was an attractive woman, which he supposed was always a good thing if you're being forced into doing sexual favors by a woman twenty thousand times your size. An ample bosom too...
Jeff berated himself for that thought. But lately he'd spent so much time in or around them that he couldn't help but notice anymore. Her manner of dress seemed to indicate she was a professional of some sort given she was in business atire. With any luck, she would perhaps be a decent mistress. Looking back on his experiences, Monica had not been nearly as bad as he had thought she was when he was still living there. Given the choice, he'd go back to being her personal Confidant. The option of going back to his old life before being shrunk didn't even occur to him.
He kept his distance as he watched her deal with her recent purchases. With her, there was no elaborate dollhouse for all of her little tinies to stay in. What she worked with was a bit more elaborate than a plastic tub under the bed, at least. She had one of those large walk in closets that Jeff had always privately wondered what the point was. She moved some clothes out of the way and removed a vent on the wall. What was behind there was a glass terrarium, only instead of having a hamster on a wheel, it was where she kept her tiny people. She dropped Lena inside, but Jeff never saw Paul. She must have decided to give him a test run...
"Now then little lady. Your job is to keep these men in line. You don't let any of them escape or it will be on you, got it?" commanded Linda.
Jeff was too far away to hear Lena, but he suspected that given her nature, she did what she was told. No doubt whatever men were there would quickly discover that they had lost any chance of escaping now that they had a giantess watching them 24/7. Not that the lot of them had much of a chance. Where could you go at two inches tall? At least Jeff had his ring, but that was no good unless he could boost the signal. Still, he was going to have to wait before he revealed himself to Lena and the others. He had to make sure this new goddess was one that he could put up with. Especially if Lena took her duties as seriously as he was worried she might.
In the meantime, he decided he would familiarize himself with his new home. Since no one knew he was around, he would be able to freely roam around. That was an advantage right there over the last two places he stayed. He planned out his objectives. First he would need to find a good place for food. The last thing he had eaten was the scraps from Lyla's house and they had hardly been filling. Some new articles of clothing would come in handy, as the bits of napkin he was wearing now were beginning to wear and tear. After that, he would need to take stock of who he was sharing the house with and whether any of them would be the type he could reveal himself to. Finally he had to ascertain if there was any way he could establish contact with the FBI.
Jeff spend the next week doing exactly that. He had learned his lesson from Lyla's house and discovered that looking under things was the best place to find food. Unfortunately, unlike Lyla, this house was employed by a maid who kept things very clean. The only time he was able to get food was after the occupants had finished eating. As for water, a slight link underneath the bathroom sink had taken care of those needs. He managed to form a makeshift canteen with a hollowed out corn kernel that kept him going. As for clothing, he had contented himself with the tattered remains of an old dishtowel, which he kept wrapped around his waist with an old rubberband.
Aside from Linda, he shared the home with two others. The first was Linda's husband, who seemingly was unaware of the tiny men. From what Jeff picked up on from conversation, he was rarely ever around and was constantly on business trips. Linda herself was a lawyer of some kind, but he hadn't worked out what kind of lawyer just yet. She spent most of the afternoons gone. That left him with the other sole occupant of the house, their newborn infant. Aside from those three, there were thankfully no pets. There was the maid however. And that's what made things extremely complicated.
It was none other than Lyla, the friend of Jessie. She was aware of Linda's tiny men and took care of them during her work hours. It was a convenient arrangement for her and Jeff suspected she had probably been the one who had tipped Linda off about buying tiny men. Dealing with her was definitely going to be a problem for him. Though both she and Linda took care of their tiny people with exceptional care, Jeff had used Lyla as a means of escaping. Even though he was only two inches tall and it would be difficult to do so, if there was ever a chance she recognized him, then things could go very badly for him.
But it was beginning to look like he had no choice. Communication to the outside world was impossible, as the women kept the phones and computers out of reach or shut down to prevent them from being used. Besides that, gathering food was nearly impossible. He was already becoming thinner and there were some days where food simply did not present itself to him. Neither of the two women were going to be sympathetic to restoring him to his old size and as for the man of the house, he had only seen him once and the angry temperament with which he treated his wife... well, Jeff didn't want to risk being the person who told this giant man that his wife was cheating on him with a bunch of two inch tall men.
This gave him the grim reality of his situation. Either he submitted himself to these two 'godesses' so they could provide him with the sustenance he was so sorely lacking or he could take his chances in the outside world. Even with his extensive training and experiences, he knew full well that he would be hard pressed to deal with any insect life that he attracted. Even insects smaller than him would be able to outrun him if it came right down to it, not to mention the bigger ones that he'd make a tasty snack for. No, that option would only lead to his demise.
That set his task for the day. Navigating the house was incredibly difficult and after three days of observation of the man cage, he had spent the rest of his time in and around the kitchen scrounging for food. The trek back to the room was a tedious one, since it involved going up stairs. Fortunately these stairs were carpeted and it merely became a matter of climbing the easily gripped texture. A trip like that would take the better part of the day, so he made sure he stocked up on water before his trek. About an hour into his trek, a pair of feet came down the stairs. He carefully threw himself into a corner and avoided moving. That would be the lady of the house, Linda, who would be heading off to work soon. Once she was gone, he continued to climb up the stairs as he listened in on her. Lydia was already there and the two were conversing. It seemed Paul was quite the popular news item. The disturbing part was the description of their playtime. He had survived an organism at a mere two inches with a full sized woman. Jeff had barely made it through Jessie and he had been, relatively speaking, four inches tall compared to her.
Lyla came walking up the stairs soon. He had avoided her the most, but she stopped at the stair he was at to say something to Linda. Jeff couldn't make it out, because having her towering over him was terrifying. You never got quite used to living in a world of giants and when they were this close, you never ceased to be amazed at how massive their proportions were. He looked up ap past her feet to her skyscraper-like legs. It was no use trying to see her, all he could see was the underside of her skirt. It was a chilling reminder of those hours he spent hiding inside her, all so he could engineer his escape and... end up here, where he'd soon be under her control and dominance again. He began to feel sick.
But she was still talking. He quickly realized this gave him a prime opportunity to reach the top of the stairs without wasting most of the day. For a moment he hesitated. His survival instincts told him to stay away from giants and especially their feet. Nevertheless, he'd managed to do it a week ago with Brecca, he could certainly do it again. He positioned himself in front of her toes. Because of the sandals she wore, he was eye level with the tip of her big toe's nail. It was polished clean and painted a distinctive red color, as women are oft to do. He couldn't help but notice how well painted it was. That took a certain attention to detail... that demanded smaller eyes.
Nevertheless, he chose that toe as his docking point. Heeled sandals didn't give him the option of boarding from the back and if he was to take a ride on her skin, he risked being detected. He grabbed the end of her toenail and used it to push himself on top of the sandal, which was a good three feet up from his perspective. He then placed a hand down on a toe on either side of him, being careful to touch the nail rather than her skin. Now he just had to hope she didn't squeeze her toes together. Just as he had got himself situated, the conversation booming above had ended and Lyla turned around. It was fortunate he hadn't ate recently, because he nearly lost his lunch from the vertigo. With each stair she ascended, he found himself flying towards her and using ever muscle in his body to keep from touching her skin. When her foot landed, he would nearly lose his place and slip off.
By the time she had reached the top, he was sprawled out on her largest toenail, with his feet pressed up against either side of her toe on the rim of the sandal, just barely holding on. He considered jumping off, but quickly thought better of it. The way she slid her feet along the ground, he'd be allowing himself to get hit by a fast, heavy moving object that would at the very least knock the wind out of him, if not crack a few ribs. He endured it for the rest of the trip, which as he expected, ended in Linda's closet where the tiny men were waiting. When at last Lyla stopped, Jeff let go and fell o the ground. He didn't bother to move, but instead just lied on his back as he allowed his muscles to relax. He just knew that this was going to leave him sore for awhile.
While he rested, he eavesdropped on what was going above.
"How are my tiny little slaves today? Hmm?" Lyla asked. She stuck her hand inside the cage, though Jeff had no idea what she was doing. "That's right. You STAND UP when I talk to you, got it?"
Well at least she was a people person.
"Okay now. I want you and you. Climb on board. Stop sulking and do it." Her hand emerged, this time slower as she was carrying cargo. With that, she turned around and left. That meant Jeff was alone with the man cage. He just needed a way up. His most obvious goal was to get on top of the clothes hanging above him, but that was quite a distance up. Soon enough he founded what he was looking for, a shoe rack. He started on his way over there and couldn't help but notice an overturned shoe on his way there. It was a white high heel, probably one that didn't match Linda's outfit, since he had noticed she was wearing black. Cautiously he stepped inside it and looked around. It was like the size of a house inside there. With a little furniture, a few windows, and no giant foot inside, he could live comfortable inside of it. Not that he had any desire to do so. It was ripe with the smell of feet and though it wasn't an entirely foul smell, it hung in the air and he moved on in search of fresh air.
Moving from the shoe rack to a nearby dress that was hanging low was a bit more difficult. It required he time his jump just right, but soon he was scaling the fabric of the dress. Once he made it to the top, it was no special difficulty moving to the bar that ran across the closet, allowing him to easily move along as he moved where the man cage was. Finally, for the first time, he got a good look inside it.
The setup was rather clever really. There was a sliding two way mirror that was used to hide the tank. When closed, the tiny people could see what was on the outside, but people in the closet couldn't see the tank. This meant that even when Linda was just getting her clothes in the morning, they would be afforded a first hand view of their goddess in action. Their living space was of decent size. It looked like they had a fifty gallon tank to live in, which was rather large by his standards, given his size. On the other hand, he suspected it probably got pretty cramped for Lena. But one way or another, it was home now. He was going to just have to accept living in a glass cage if he wanted to stay alive and not end up a tiny little skeleton that was sucked up into the vaccuum cleaner.
Some careful maneuvering brought him to the top of the tank, which proved to be a problem. There was a traditional lid on top that provided light inside and some protection from them getting out (though most of them were too small to do so), but only one place that he could fit inside to get in. The problem was that he had no way of getting in without risking falling the entire way to the bottom of the tank. He knew that his new size afforded him the ability to survive longer falls, since really it only seemed like a long fall to him. But before he had only fell what was comparatively twelve feet. It had been his intention to bring string to make getting in and out easier, but Lyla was a meticulous housekeeper, even if her own place left something to be desired. He had found nothing of use.
He was considering just jumping when suddenly someone came walking below him. Jeff thanked his lucky stars that it was none other than Lena herself. Now that she was a twenty-five foot tall giantess to him, it would be no problem for her to catch him. He would weigh little more than a pound to her. So he just had to get her attention.
"Lena! LENA!" Jeff called out.
Lena didn't seem to notice.
Jeff sighed. Then he remembered his ring. He activated the voice amplification on it. "LENA!"
She suddenly stopped and looked around. "Who is that? Who is there?"
"Up here!"
"What?"
"Look up!"
She looked up and he waved frantically. Her eyes widened in shock. "... Hungrell?"
"It's me!" Jeff replied. He couldn't be happier to see her. A week in isolation had made him just a bit stir crazy and any interaction, even with a giantess, was certainly welcome.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"It's a long story. Can you catch me?"
She blinked at the request. Lena nodded slowly and moved herself directly underneath. "I'm ready, Hungrell."
Jeff took a deep breath. He was just going to have to trust she would catch him. He stepped over the edge and let himself fall. He was prepared to grab her if she didn't grab him first, but she didn't disappoint and her two large hands formed a cushion for his fall. He was immediately pulled near her and he found himself surrounded by her breasts. He was practically surrounded by just her breasts, but at that moment he didn't care. He was with a friend. He wrapped his arms as far around her as they would go, which wasn't much at all.
After a few tender moments, she pulled him away and found herself a place to sit on a nearby artificial rock. Jeff was set down on her thigh so they could talk. She was curious to know how he had got there and he did his best to explain the whole thing as best he could manage. Lena was certainly impressed by his bravery as well as his devotion to finding her, even if she thought it was a bit silly that such a tiny person would be trying to rescue her. After he was done, she explained what things were like in this glass world.
There were a dozen people who lived there. There was only one person who was a Micro-Shrinker product besides her and he was a particular favorite of their goddesses. His name was Raul and he was already in his forties due to the accelerated aging process of the later products. The rest were all people from the outside world, both male and female. Aside from Lena's exceptional size, the Catspur sisters had apparently taken special care to preserve the sexual dimorphism that was famous among Micro-Shrinkers. The three other women besides Lena were all four inches tall, save for one who had apparently been mistaken for a male at the time and was two inches tall like all of the men.
It was an odd system to keep in place, though given society he supposed it made a certain amount of sense. Keep a bunch of men caged with a bunch of women and chances are those women will quickly become victims. Shift the balance of power to the women and though things won't be entirely fair, at least they won't make victims of the men. Or at least Jeff reasoned that's how it would work out. Admittedly the effects of giant women in society was not a well documented field of study.
"And what about the giants?" Jeff asked after finding out about the people he was going to be living with. "What are they like?"
"Goddess Linda is nice," Lena explained. Jeff groaned at the fact Lena still considered them goddessses. "She is gentle and kind. She has given me the duty to preserve peace here."
"Can't the other women handle it?" After all Mina and Lena had been able to handle a lot more men between just the two of them.
"... the women here are not always kind to their men," Lena replied. "And the men are not always respectful to us or the goddesses."
Well being abducted from your entire life would have that effect. "And the other one?"
"... Goddess Lyla is..." Lena trailed off with a distant look in her eye.
"She's what?" Jeff asked suspiciously. He didn't like where this was going.
"... she used me. It was an honor, I know... but..."
Of course. Monica never used Mina or Lena for her own sexual adventures. They had a certain duty and that was it. But Lyla was a lesbian and she probably enjoyed having this nice, durable eight inch woman to satisfy her needs. Jeff didn't need to imagine how bad it could be with Lyla given his experiences of late, but he was sympathetic nonetheless. He stood up and despite the uneven terrain of her leg, he walked towards her and rested a reassuring hand on her shoulder while looking up into her eyes. "I'm sorry Lena... I understand how that must have been for you."
Lena smiled down at him and put a hand on his back. With her other hand she wiped a tear from her eyes. Her fingers wrapped around his waist as she suddenly stood up. "You want Linda to find you instead of Lyla, right? Then let me take you to where I stay."
Jeff nodded dumbly. "Um, sure. Okay."
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What she called home now was little more than a shack and it didn't fully accomodate her size. Rather than a bed, she had a simply mat that was made of an old dishtowel with some foam for cushioning. Nevertheless she had food for him and he eagerly consumed his fill, something he hadn't been able to do since the night before he was stolen by the Catspur sisters. While he ate, she afforded him with more stories of the events of the past few days, most of which seemed pretty mudnane since Lena spent most of her time in the aquarium when not being used by Lyla. But gradually the subject changed to her relations with the others.
"They're all afraid of me," Lena said sadly. "Even the women are, but especially the men. They go to the women for protection, even though they are mistreated by them. None of them will get close to me."
"They just don't know you yet," Jeff said reassuringly. "They don't know you like I do."
That made her smile. "The last time we were alone together... do you remember that?"
He sure did. At first he'd been scared to death that she had chose him as her sleeping companion, though in the end he had done little more than share a bed with her. "Yes, I remember it very well."
"I never got to do what I wanted to," she continued.
Jeff paused. How did you respond to something like that?
"If none of this had ever happened... I was going to pick you."
"Pick me? For what?"
"You know... to be mine. Like Mina's Yakar," she explained.
Jeff swallowed. Oh. Like that. "But you don't know anything about me. I'm not even from the same world you're from."
"But you said we're the same, just different sizes," she replied. Her arms moved towards her back. "I don't need to know where you're from to know you. You came to find me. Few men would be brave enough to do that, even for their goddess."
"Lena, they're not goddesses..." Jeff said in exasperation.
Her top came loose.
"And I'm not that unusual, plenty of men would..."
She pulled it off, allowing her breasts free.
"I mean you're... uh..."
To hell with it. He threw himself out at her and even though she was sitting down, he was just a bit dismayed that his head came out just under her breasts. He stepped back so he could look at her face. "If I'm going to kiss you, I'll need a boost or you'll have to come down here."
She pulled him up into a kiss, which was quite the kiss. Her lips was as large as his face and he was on the receiving end, though he did managed to plant a tiny kiss on the tip of her bottom lip before she pulled him away. She then set him abck on the ground and started to undo the buckle on her loincloth and pulled it away. Lena glanced down expectantly at him and that's when he remembered that all this time he had still been wearing that makeshift napkin outfit from before. He happily discarded it.
Her knees spread out to either side and just like when she was standing, they tips of them were inches above him. Well no matter, after dealing with a two hundred foot tall woman, spending time with Lena seemed normal in comparison. Though as his focus shifted from her eyes, to her breasts, and to her womanhood he realized he was faced with a certain problem. He had long got used to fact his old pal down south was inadequate to satisfy any giant woman, but unlike with his 'goddesses', he couldn't exactly fit his whole body in there.
Well he'd give it the old college try. He carefully approached her and soon found himself directly beneath her breasts, blocking out his view of her. Well he'd just have to feel his way through this one. He had been erect since her first was caught by her, so he inserted inside and found there was a lot of room to spare. He did the best he could do, thrusting himself as deep as he could while she leaned back and moaned ecstacy. In the heat of his climax, her breasts came crashing down at his head at one point and that was it. He'd done his part and felt himself relax, sliding down just a bit and letting his arms fall around her hips and his head resting beneath her breasts with a contented smile.
After about a minute in that position, he slid back a bit so he could look up at her.
"Are you satisfied, little one?" she asked.
"... yeah. That was great," Jeff confessed. It was a bit strange to think that this was the first time he'd ever been asked if he had enjoyed it. But he could read her pretty easily. She'd been getting into it, but he didn't nearly give enough to make it more than a slight tingle. That was hardly fair at all.
"I'm glad you did. You should stay here while-"
"I'm not finished yet," he interrupted.
"But you already..."
"Just lie down and enjoy," Jeff said. "I think I might just be the right size."
Though she looked a bit confused, Lena did as he asked and made herself comfortable on her back and let her knees slide down. Jeff carefully climbed on top of her and looked down at that large pussy. He could stick his head in there if he wanted, but he wouldn't get much further than that. But he had something that could offer a bit more precision. He carefully crawled a little bit closer and turned to his side. His hand crept forward and he inserted in his hand just a bit. He could feel her shudder beneat him. He went in even further until the point where he was in up to his shoulder. He was definitely getting a reaction now. He pulled himself in and out, flailing his arm around a bit.
He didn't have to try and move around too much at that point. She began to buck up and down and he found himself having to move his arm in different ways just to keep from coming loose. Suddenly he must have done something right, because he hit a certain spot and she became just about uncontrollable. He had to wrap his legs around her thigh just to keep from falling off and soon her juices emerged around him, forcing him to turn his head upwards and away from her. He couldn't tell how long this lasted, but eventually she stopped and he was able to pull his arm out and he turned over on his back.
Sure he was lying down in her juices, his back in the crevice of her womanhood. Sure she was fifty times his size. And sure, she was raised in a world so unlike anything he would have previously been able to manage. But somehow, none of that mattered. She was happy. He was happy. Maybe even inside a glass aquarium, hidden away in a closet, a man and woman could still find happiness.
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
This is actually an alternate chapter 10 to what originally was here. It is a continuation of the story.