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Little People (part 1 and 2) Wednesday, 14-Oct-98 22:51:04
Ahhhhh.... finally a board i can post this stuff on.. enjoy:) Story: Little People Author Dirty Dreamer WARNING - THIS IS AN EXTREMELY NONCONSENSUAL SERIES OF STORIES ABOUT QUESTIONABLE SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS BETWEEN VERY LARGE AND VERY SMALL PEOPLE. ALMOST EVERY SEXUAL DEVIANCY IS DESCRIBED HERE. If you are under 18 or are offended by such subject matter, do not read this. I will ignore all flames, so don't bother. Permission is granted to post this story in electronic form, but not in print without express written permission of the author. Story: Little People Scene: Taking Cheryl [1] Author: Dirty Dreamer Groan, another day of idiocy at work finally complete, but at least it was Friday. I missed the damn express bus because it was 5 minutes early. I always like to leave things until the last minute (well, I don't "like to" but it always seems to turn out that way). Rather than hanging around for another 45 minutes it was a good day for a walk. The sun was hot, the girls were in shorts and halter tops and I had a gigantic hard on from my last alt.sex.stories session. As I was staring down the dress of a busty young blonde I slipped. Normally I can fall safely, but in this case it was a slippery marble floor that was wet with a wierd smelling soapy water. as I was going down I saw the blond, the building, the sky and big white flash as my head contacted the pavement. When I came to the blond was bending over asking me if I was OK. No one else was around since the express buses had all left and downtown was deserted. Something happened during the fall and I seemed to be stuck in my last fantasy. It almost seemed it could come true so I thought I would give it a try. I asked the girl to help me up and guide me to a chair around the corner of the building. My arm went around her shoulder and my hard on started growing. She was about 5'7", 2 inches shorter than me, 110 lbs, with large tits, nice athletic legs and a terrific ass. As I was walking with my hands around her shoulders I concentrated on seeing her get smaller and smaller. It was working! By the time I shuffled the 30 feet to the bench her formerly tight clothes were baggy on her to the point where she had to use one of her hands to hold up her shorts. I sat down and looked at her. By this time she was eye level and looking very confused. I wondered how far I could go with this. I looked down at my hand, spread it out and imagined she would fit in my hand if she lay down flat. I gave out a burst of concentration and looked up. She was gone, but there was a pile of clothes where she was standing. Looking down at the clothes I saw something moving and it was her. She had shrunk to 8 inches and she hid herself under her clothes (this modesty wouldn't last very long). She was yelling and screaming and crying but not very loudly. At this point I came to my senses and realized what this looked like. It was time to clean up. I wrapped her in her shirt and lifted her up to talk. "H-E-E-L-L-p" "Don't worry I can help you, but you have to keep quiet." I explained to the girl that I had seen this before and had to get her to my lab to reverse the situation, I picked up all her clothes, and purse, and HER 8 inch body and stuffed it into my briefcase. First thing I did was grab a cab to go home. I figured it would an exciting night and it was a good day to splurge. ... Story: Little People Scene: WELCOME HOME [2] Author: Dirty Dreamer I put the briefcase on the kitchen table, opened a beer and sat down. Took a swig and slowly opened the case. After removing the purse, shoes, shorts, and panties I saw the girl hiding very modestly in her halter top with her head sticking out. In the quiet on the room I heard her talk surprising clearly. "WHAT'S YOUR NAME?" "Cheryl Baker, Who are you?" "We'll get into that later..Cheryl, why don't you get out of that case?" "I-I-I don't have my clothes on and I want to grow back to my original size." "I can give you something to wear but growing you back will take some time." As I she squirmed inside the briefcase, I reached over and pulled out a kleenex from the box on the table. "HERE PUT THIS ON LITTLE GIRL." "but..but.." "YOU ARE GETTING OUT OF THAT CASE IN ONE MINUTE, DRESSED OR NOT." She gave me an astonished look, grabbed the kleenex (like it was a sheet) and ducked under her shirt. Thirty seconds later I gently lifted her up while she was inside the shirt and put it on the table. "TIME TO COME OUT LITTLE GIRL." She slowly crawled out. When she stood up to her full magnificent 8" height the kleenex was made into a poncho which went to crotch level. Whenever she moved I could see her pussy and luscious little ass. "HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR NEW CLOTHES?" "I hate it. You can see everything, you asshole!! What are you doing to me. Let me out of here you bastard!" While saying this she vainly attempted to cover her ass and pussy with her hands. It was starting. Good. I slammed my fist down on the table and knocked her off her feet. She fell on her knees and used her arms to cover her head. I flicked her hard with my index finger and sent her sprawling, in the process ripping the kleenex. "DON'T YOU EVER EVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN YOU LITTLE CUNT!!" This literally scared the piss out of her. She had an accident then and there. Her kleenex got soaked and she stood up to move out of the mess. "I HATE IT WHEN DIRTY LITTLE SLUT PIGS PISS ON MY FURNITURE." I sounded really angry now. Poor Cheryl just didn't know what to do. She was hudddled on her kees, sobbing in horror and fear. "CLEAN IT UP.. NOW! I'LL BE BACK IN 30 SECONDS AND IT BETTER BE CLEAN." She looked at the mess and wondered how to clean it. Then she immediately took off the kleenex shirt and started sopping it up. IWhile this was happening, I went downstairs to find her new home. My old gerbil cage was just perfect for the little pussy. When I came back she was at the edge of the table wondering how to escape and the mess was cleaned up. She was back in the stinky old kleenex (Still shy?). "SO WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF, CHERYL? FIRST I BRING YOU HERE TO HELP YOU, YOU CALL ME AN ASSHOLE AND THEN YOU PISS ON THE TABLE WHERE I EAT! MAYBE I SHOULD JUST KICK YOU OUT." "No, no please I beg you, I want to be big again, I'll be better, I promise." She collapsed and started crying. "THERE THERE CHERYL, DON'T WORRY, EVERYTHING WILL WORK OUT." This cheered her up and she finally smiled. "You never did tell me your name." "AH YES. LET'S GO TALK ABOUT THAT." With this I lifted her up and went to the living room. Sitting down on the couch, I leaned back put cheryl on my lap below my belt and in front of my raging hardon. She stood, obviously uncomfortable in this position. She was a delicious weight. "SIT DOWN AND MAKE YOURSELF COMFORTABLE." She gave me a look and immediately sat down. She was learning. She sat right down in front of my hard penis and was leaning on it. It was difficult to talk, but I had to get the rules out before starting the fun. ... THis first installmemt, let me know if you like this, there is lots more if you want:)) DDreamer |