Hand Held

James felt himself getting smaller and smaller and there was nothing he could do but wait until Michelle made it stop. He found himself sinking further downwards - past her thighs, her knees, her shins until he was just about eye level with her ankles. As he started to wonder whether he would shrink out of existence he heard an excited squeal of "Stop! That's perfect!" from above.

Michelle knelt down to inspect the tiny naked man close up. She couldn't believe she had been able to do this. James was maybe three or four inches tall, like a little real life action figure, only much punier thanks to her other command.

"Wow, you are so adorable!" Michelle, a virtual giantess from James' perspective squealed with glee "You are like my little toy now! I want to play with you. Here, climb into my hand!"

Michelle placed her seemingly giant hand on the floor next to James who obediently climbed onto it and sat down so as not to fall what would have been a great height for him. She raised him to eye level and spoke softly with a smile.

"I wonder what I should do with my little toy. I could keep you in a cage with my pet gerbil. Would you like that?"

James shook his head firmly.

"Or perhaps I could buy a dolls house to keep you in. I could dress you up like a doll and make you dance for me. Would you prefer that?"

Again James shook his head.

"Or maybe I should put you down my top and let you stay there for a while. Down there in my giant breasts. Would you like that?"

James looked down at Michelle's beautiful, mountainous tits and blushed.

"Was that a yes James? Would you like to go between my breasts for a while?"

"Yes, I would" James admitted.

"Well, that's pretty obvious by the fact your little shrunken dick has gone hard and I never even asked it to" Michelle teased "Well, if you want to go down there you are going to have to beg!"