I've always loved the idea of having a little man-pet. Ever since I was a little girl playing with my dollhouse, I thought about how much fun it would be to have a little microcosm of men folk. I could build a habitat for them and make a forest out of my potted plants, a theme park with my Legos, and maybe even little hamster balls and tunnels where I could observe their activities. They would be completely dependent and beholden to me.
After all, men should be reigned over, taken care of, and controlled otherwise they make such a mess of things with war and conflict. That's not a problem though; in my hypnotic and exciting universe I'll hold all the power. I could get creative and make a pool out of a birdbath and being carried in my pocket would be a thrill-ride. The options are endless...
As I grew up, my fantasies evolved into me dreaming about being larger than life and men being mere ants in comparison. I?d live in the stratosphere, watch them from afar and play with them like a child would with their toys. I could create wind with my breath, tsunamis with my hand, and generally stir up whatever justice or retribution and chaos I saw fit to amuse myself with!
Trees would be like broccoli, a river a mere gulp, and men would only be my fragile little collectibles. What would they do to please and amuse me next? They know I can control their puny little world at will and on a whim.
Now, the question becomes, am I going to be an elemental force of nature for good...or evil? I guess that all really depends on whatever I capriciously decide. I can be a healing hand or crushing blow.
by Giantess Audrey of www.giantessisland.com My lips are scented with a juicy fruity glossy scent and my laugh almost knocks you over–it comes so quickly and my breath is warm and knocks you back. Oh you are a petite little thing, aren’t you? I’ll be more careful about laughing in your face, tiny man. And I giggle, the vibration of the giggle makes you bounce up and down on my hand. You feel me walk into a cooler environment. I nod to the doorman who glances at you, but obviously you are not the first little man that I’ve brought home. We take the elevator up and you can feel your panic rising with each floor. Oooh tiny man, you are just too cute! I smile down at you, but you get the sense that it’s not a sweet or friendly smile. You start thinking of ways to escape. Maybe you can scamper off someplace in my house and hide in a dark corner. You’ve heard about a little man who escaped and lived under a giantesses refrigerator but he was scared of the cat who would eye him all night long. Ok we’re here – that wasn’t so bad was it? I unlock the front door and we enter into my pretty home. The carpet is thick and white and the couches are plush. I have a view of the whole city. I put you down on the white counter in my white kitchen. You stand out like a sore thumb (only much smaller than a thumb) and realize that escape is futile. You look at me in my black tight dress, hot pink glossy lips and realize that it could be worse. At least that’s what you tell yourself as I flip my hair and open the refrigerator. You catch yourself staring a little too long as I bend over looking in the fridge, my black dress clinging to my body. I turn around with something in my hand and a look on my face that makes you quiver in fear. Don’t be scared tiny man. Before you can say anything I take the cap off the can I’m holding and with a deafening sound I cover you head to toe in whipped cream. Suddenly your world is muffled. All you can see is white. You fight to wipe it off your face but your arms are so thick in whip cream that you can’t feel anything. You don’t even know what I’m doing or that I’m lifting you up–you feel my fingers touching the sides of your body but that’s all you know. You attempt to yelp and almost fall over, but you’re held in place by the white fluffy stuff as it completely consumes you. Then you feel something rough coming through the whipped cream. Your first thought is that I’m sending you through some sort of tiny man car wash or worse. But then you soon realize that it’s my pink tongue…licking all the cream off your body. My rough tongue brushes hard over your face and goes down and licks all the cream off you feet, your shins, your knees, up toward your hard little dick. What’s this!? My tongue stops right below your hard on and then licks over it again and again. You start shaking in the whipped cream. Mmmm! I lick over your arms and face, down the back of your head and neck, over your backside and then up again your front side. You want to yelp but my tongue is brushing over your face. You bite your lower lip as you try to hold as still as possible and your body lurches with each lick as my tongue pounds against you. My moist warm breath washes over you with each lick. I tell you to take all your clothes off–NOW tiny man! Your hands are shaking but I’ve set you on my palm and you drop your pants and rip off your shirt. Haha! I laugh and before you can say No or Stop! I cover you again with more whipped cream from head to toe. This time it’s extra thick. It takes me 5 or so licks to even get enough off you so you can breathe. You let out a sigh of relief. And then you feel my tongue pressing against your body. You see my full hot pink lips open. My wet tongue is coming for you! The tip of my tongue teases you lightly. The teasing is almost unbearable! You are scared to death and yet so turned on! I can feel you quivering. I can lick you all day long tiny man! Helplessly you resign yourself to Giantess Audrey having her way with you. Give one of our Giantesses a call, today! 
Fiona
Email me at Fiona@EnchantrixEmpire.com
A Tiny Man Whipped Cream Treat
Don’t be Scared, Little Man
A Little Man Whipped Cream Treat
LICK, LICK, LICK. MMMMMMMMMMM! Oh you taste good little man!
