enthusiast
07-20-2008, 05:42 AM
One minute he was telling the guests where the seats were for the wedding and next minute, he was in this large green astroturf and disorientated. A large pink mass appeared and scooped him. It was a gigantic hand and it belonged to a gigantic young girl one of the young lasses who had arrived earlier that evening for the wedding together with an old dowager. He thought he was dreaming and he was feeling light-headed and dizzy as the scenery moved around him at breathtaking pace. He was 49 years old and a maitre'd. He was slightly balding and was 6 ft tall. He had, until a few minutes before, been the unchallenged master of the ballroom.
He was sleeping, he decided, and in the middle of a dream. I'll wake up now, he decided. Nothing happened. He was still held clenched in a sweaty giant fist and the world was still moving at a million kilometres per hour. Maybe i am dying he thought. So this is what it feels like..
Suddenly he felt the humid skin that enveloped him release and he found terra firma under his feet. Terra firma? It was white and slippery. In front of him was an enormous chrome structure. Struggling to keep his balance he realised that there was a gigantic mirror in front of him. And on that mirror was this poster of a young girl.. EXCEPT that the girl was moving. He stared in awe until he heard the words 'Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you..'
He turned around with a shock. In front of him was a wall of white and it was moving. He gazed upwards to the source of the voice and saw her head, immense looming bigger than an airship. He felt faint. The white wall was her clothing, her briefs. 'where am I, what is this place? Am I Dead? Are you an angel' he asked tremblingly.
'No, silly!' the words thundered and crashed around his ears 'you just got shrunk. You are only 3 inches tall now and you are now mine..'
'I was getting bored with the stupid wedding and i hated the way you ordered me around. Do you remember?' she asked.
He strained his memory and slowly the recollection flooded back. This was that minx, the young girl probably no more than in her early teens, who had been tripping the waiters. He had reprimanded her and told her off. He remembered her now. A sweet pretty little thing much like his own daughter who was just about to enter Uni. Except that behind that angelic sweet face was a real nasty imp. She had continued to flick icecream at the other guests and a number of people had complained discreetly. 'I see that you recall me now from that look on your face' she said menacingly, 'except that now you are only 3 inches tall and I can push you around..'
'you silly little bitch,' he screamed,'I'll spank you over my knee, I will and..and....' he petered out as he realised the impossibility of what he had just said. Her face wore a smirk. 'you stupid little man,' she said 'You are not going to do anything that I don't want you to do. You understand? In fact, in answer to your question, you are in my hotelroom. My parents are still at the wedding downstairs. Oh, I guess they will be up in about two hours. I told them i had a headache. By the way, don't think the ballroom is going to raise the alarm for you. I told the Concierge to pass a message that you had to leave urgently to visit you sick mother in Illinois and that I saw you leave in a taxi very distressed.' 'They won't buy that rubbish' he screamed 'they'll come looking for me. You'll be sorry for what you have done, I promise you!!' 'No need for them to come here looking for you my little prince' she said mockingly 'cos you are going back to the ballroom with me now' She pulled out some clear scotchtape and waved it at him. 'off with your clothes now!' she said. 'you are crazy..' he stammered. She brought her index finger right up to his face. It was huge, in fact curiously huge and dainty at the same time. She grabbed him with her fingers, He fought and struggled but she was having none of it. With her other finger she stripped him down brutally and almost dislocated his legs in the process. The pain was excruciating and he yelled out. 'oh, my lttle man,' she teased him, 'does it hurt, tiddlywinks? There, there, Mummy will make it better..' She lifted him up and placed him into her mouth. He felt giddy again from the sudden lift and then felt the sweet slippery wet tongue encase his lower body. He felt an awakening in his loins despite the sheer terror. She pulled him out and looked at him. Pulling out some kleenex, she dried his trembling nude body whilst he lay terrified on her palm. 'Now that you know who the boss is, we can have some fun,' she announced, matter-of-factly. 'I am going to skip the ballroom and instead go to that little disco on the 3rd floor of this wanky lttle hotel of yours. And you, Mister Maitre'D, you are coming with me. Lie on top of that scotch tape, NOW!' He did dutifully as he was told. She pressed down gently on him to make sure that the scotch tape was firmly attached to his naked torso and picked up the tape by one end. He struggled fearing that he would fall off but he was well and firmly stuck.
She lifted her leg up onto the vanity and for the first time he saw her panties, her little white briefs. 'No, don't worry,' she said, 'you are not going in there.. Not just yet anyway..No, you, Sir, will have the pleasure of being scotchtaped to my upper inner-thigh just under my crotch.'
She lifted him up effortlessly and placed him carefully under her crotch to the inside of her thighs. 'Comfy,' she asked with laughter as she pressed and stuck the rest of the scotchtape firmly to her thighs. She stood back and looked at herself in the mirror. All he could see of himself was a reddish-pink blob, barely noticeable, under her crotch. She tilted her head back and moaned with pleasure and heady with the power of her dominance. He saw what a young nubile thing she was with her pert breasts and the trace of her pubic hair visible as a dark outline under her white panties. She was smiling down at him and for the first time he realised she wore braces in her teeth. 'you don't have to look at the mirror' she said. 'just look straight up above your head' she sniggered. 'If you are really good, you may even get a free-show tonite especially if that young spunk and I hit it off tonite..' He shuddered with fear at the thought. 'But, the chances of that are pretty remote. they always dismiss me because I look so young! Anyhow, maitre'd you'll be there for me tonite under my bedcovers if I don't get lucky, won't you! And tomorrow, you will accompany me to Summer Hill junior High in a slightly different position.'
She laughed again as she wiggled into her tartan skirt. She closed her thighs to feel his warm and pleasurable bulk as she pulled her top on for a great night.
He was sleeping, he decided, and in the middle of a dream. I'll wake up now, he decided. Nothing happened. He was still held clenched in a sweaty giant fist and the world was still moving at a million kilometres per hour. Maybe i am dying he thought. So this is what it feels like..
Suddenly he felt the humid skin that enveloped him release and he found terra firma under his feet. Terra firma? It was white and slippery. In front of him was an enormous chrome structure. Struggling to keep his balance he realised that there was a gigantic mirror in front of him. And on that mirror was this poster of a young girl.. EXCEPT that the girl was moving. He stared in awe until he heard the words 'Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you..'
He turned around with a shock. In front of him was a wall of white and it was moving. He gazed upwards to the source of the voice and saw her head, immense looming bigger than an airship. He felt faint. The white wall was her clothing, her briefs. 'where am I, what is this place? Am I Dead? Are you an angel' he asked tremblingly.
'No, silly!' the words thundered and crashed around his ears 'you just got shrunk. You are only 3 inches tall now and you are now mine..'
'I was getting bored with the stupid wedding and i hated the way you ordered me around. Do you remember?' she asked.
He strained his memory and slowly the recollection flooded back. This was that minx, the young girl probably no more than in her early teens, who had been tripping the waiters. He had reprimanded her and told her off. He remembered her now. A sweet pretty little thing much like his own daughter who was just about to enter Uni. Except that behind that angelic sweet face was a real nasty imp. She had continued to flick icecream at the other guests and a number of people had complained discreetly. 'I see that you recall me now from that look on your face' she said menacingly, 'except that now you are only 3 inches tall and I can push you around..'
'you silly little bitch,' he screamed,'I'll spank you over my knee, I will and..and....' he petered out as he realised the impossibility of what he had just said. Her face wore a smirk. 'you stupid little man,' she said 'You are not going to do anything that I don't want you to do. You understand? In fact, in answer to your question, you are in my hotelroom. My parents are still at the wedding downstairs. Oh, I guess they will be up in about two hours. I told them i had a headache. By the way, don't think the ballroom is going to raise the alarm for you. I told the Concierge to pass a message that you had to leave urgently to visit you sick mother in Illinois and that I saw you leave in a taxi very distressed.' 'They won't buy that rubbish' he screamed 'they'll come looking for me. You'll be sorry for what you have done, I promise you!!' 'No need for them to come here looking for you my little prince' she said mockingly 'cos you are going back to the ballroom with me now' She pulled out some clear scotchtape and waved it at him. 'off with your clothes now!' she said. 'you are crazy..' he stammered. She brought her index finger right up to his face. It was huge, in fact curiously huge and dainty at the same time. She grabbed him with her fingers, He fought and struggled but she was having none of it. With her other finger she stripped him down brutally and almost dislocated his legs in the process. The pain was excruciating and he yelled out. 'oh, my lttle man,' she teased him, 'does it hurt, tiddlywinks? There, there, Mummy will make it better..' She lifted him up and placed him into her mouth. He felt giddy again from the sudden lift and then felt the sweet slippery wet tongue encase his lower body. He felt an awakening in his loins despite the sheer terror. She pulled him out and looked at him. Pulling out some kleenex, she dried his trembling nude body whilst he lay terrified on her palm. 'Now that you know who the boss is, we can have some fun,' she announced, matter-of-factly. 'I am going to skip the ballroom and instead go to that little disco on the 3rd floor of this wanky lttle hotel of yours. And you, Mister Maitre'D, you are coming with me. Lie on top of that scotch tape, NOW!' He did dutifully as he was told. She pressed down gently on him to make sure that the scotch tape was firmly attached to his naked torso and picked up the tape by one end. He struggled fearing that he would fall off but he was well and firmly stuck.
She lifted her leg up onto the vanity and for the first time he saw her panties, her little white briefs. 'No, don't worry,' she said, 'you are not going in there.. Not just yet anyway..No, you, Sir, will have the pleasure of being scotchtaped to my upper inner-thigh just under my crotch.'
She lifted him up effortlessly and placed him carefully under her crotch to the inside of her thighs. 'Comfy,' she asked with laughter as she pressed and stuck the rest of the scotchtape firmly to her thighs. She stood back and looked at herself in the mirror. All he could see of himself was a reddish-pink blob, barely noticeable, under her crotch. She tilted her head back and moaned with pleasure and heady with the power of her dominance. He saw what a young nubile thing she was with her pert breasts and the trace of her pubic hair visible as a dark outline under her white panties. She was smiling down at him and for the first time he realised she wore braces in her teeth. 'you don't have to look at the mirror' she said. 'just look straight up above your head' she sniggered. 'If you are really good, you may even get a free-show tonite especially if that young spunk and I hit it off tonite..' He shuddered with fear at the thought. 'But, the chances of that are pretty remote. they always dismiss me because I look so young! Anyhow, maitre'd you'll be there for me tonite under my bedcovers if I don't get lucky, won't you! And tomorrow, you will accompany me to Summer Hill junior High in a slightly different position.'
She laughed again as she wiggled into her tartan skirt. She closed her thighs to feel his warm and pleasurable bulk as she pulled her top on for a great night.