A Little Late Night Excursion
Part 1 of 5
Copyright 2017 by Sally Reynolds
She awoke as planned just a few hours after midnight. The rest of the house would be fast asleep by now. She knew this was the only time they could move about freely on their own. Quietly janice slipped through the crisp, heavy sheets and swung her legs over the side of the bed. The bed linens still felt unnaturally stiff and heavy against the smooth skin of her bare bottom and thighs as she slid forward to the edge of the mattress. She paused for just a moment, her little feet dangling well above the floor before pushing off and dropping down. It really wasn’t very far, just enough to be one more little reminder of her present stature. Though the bed was sized for a large doll it still dwarfed janice and rose almost to her waist.
A slight shiver ran through her small body as her bare feet moved across the smooth, polished wooden floor. She caught herself absent-mindedly tugging at the hem of her scandalously brief sleep shirt as she quietly padded across the floor. The tiny garment stopped at her hips, leaving both her smooth pubic triangle and firm, round bottom completely bare.
There was something about the darkness that made the room seem even larger than usual. It would have seemed to simply be a large bedroom to an average sized person. But at barely twenty two inches high, janice perceived it as an immense space, stretching many yards in each direction with a ceiling that soared two dozen feet high overhead. Of course janice knew very well that the room was really quite ordinary, it was she who was tiny. Smaller than the tiniest of midgets, physically she was no match for even the littlest preschooler. Just the very thought of her current vulnerability gave her another shiver but this one was not entirely from the chill.
At last she reached kara’s bed. Climbing up onto the bed janice began the task of carefully waking her friend without rousing the room’s other occupants. After a little gentle shaking kara suddenly awoke with a start.
“Quiet. It’s just me.” janice hissed, “Come on. We need to move.”
“Ohhhh… Is it really time already?” kara moaned.
“Yes! Come on and get your little butt moving!” janice whispered forcefully, “We have to wake up cassie.”
Her soft lips curled into a smile as kara watch janice’s bare backside and naked sex retreating in the pale moonlight as the miniature girl crawled back toward the edge of the bed. She followed quickly as janice disappeared over the edge and dropped quietly to the floor.
Peering nervously into the dim gloom janice waited anxiously for kara to join her. At last the lithe young woman slid from the bed and landed beside her. The short drop caused kara’s brief, transparent, pink nightie to billow up nearly to her armpits, briefly providing janice an unobstructed view of kara’s small, supple body. Like janice’s sleep shirt, kara’s diaphanous babydoll only reached to her hips, leaving the slender, mini beauty effectively bottomless.
Overcome with desire, janice suddenly stepped forward to seize kara in a passionate embrace. One hand grasping a taut buttock as the other cupped and tenderly squeezed a pert breast and rapidly stiffening nipple. Immediately the miniature lovers joined in an impassioned, open-mouthed kiss.
Surrendering herself to janice’s impetuous grip kara had gone almost completely limp. Her knees nearly buckled as she closed her eyes and imagined a giantess Janice holding and fondling her in this fashion. Alas, all too soon the diminutive duo were suddenly wrenched from their blissful embrace.
“What the fuck are you half pint half wits doing?” cassie suddenly growled from the darkness, “We’re supposed to be breaking out, not making out! Were your libidos the only part of you two that they didn’t shrink?”
Flushed with embarrassment janice and kara quickly separated and stood sheepishly as cassie stepped from the shadows. A fraction of an inch shorter than the others and with short, reddish brown hair; she was by far the curviest member of the little trio. Her only garment was a very short, sheer skirt; leaving her large, gravity defying bosom completely bare.
“Oh! Sorry cassie. We were just… uhhh… Hey umm… I couldn’t help noticing but since when are you sleeping topless?” janice sputtered.
“Ever since Miss became obsessed with my tits” cassie grumbled.
“Well who isn’t?” janice giggled with her hands raised to bosom height and squeezing playfully.
“No! Stay away from me!” cassie exclaimed as she drew back defensively, “She decided it would be fun to make my boobs so sensitive that she can make me cum just by playing with them. Now I can’t manage to sleep with anything touching my nipples.”
“Oh dear! That sounds just terrible!” kara giggled. “On second thought, with tits like those I think I may be more than a little jealous!” she added as her eyes dropped to cassie’s bountiful bosom. “Oh, should we get toshi too?” she added?
“Are you serious?” cassie hissed, “She’s a foot high. I mean literally twelve inches tall, I stood her next to a ruler and measured her the other day. She was five feet nothing to begin with and now reduced to one fifth… What help would she be?”
“Well, kara may have a point” janice injected, “She’s so small and so slender that she can probably squeeze under a lot of these doors.”
“And then what? She still can’t open them. No way. It’s too risky.” cassie growled, “I think she actually enjoys being so much smaller than everyone else. She always seems to find a way to fail the weekly line up and stay little. I for one don’t care to join her. I’m quite small enough already.”
“At least in most places” kara snickered.
“Okay, so toshi’s out. Come on, let’s get that door open.” janice chirped and little trio set off toward their next objective. Thunder rumbled in the distance as they quietly advanced toward the towering portal.
It wasn’t long before the little group stood before the door of the Playroom. They all knew the consequences for being outside after lights out. But sometimes the temptations to be out in the house and on their own simply could not be ignored. Of course it was just a door but from their perspective it was a formidable structure, soaring nearly four times their own height. None of them had a prayer of reaching the knob on her own. But they had discovered that many daunting obstacles could be conquered when they worked together.
“Alright skinny, you’re up” cassie whispered as she and janice took up their positions. Standing shoulder to shoulder beneath the knob both women laced their fingers into a stirrup and bent their knees. Their companion immediately stepped up and was easily boosted up to the doorknob. Held in this way kara was now tall enough to reach over her head and wrap her arms around the knob. With a little effort she was eventually able to turn the knob until she was rewarded with a satisfying “Click!”.
“Okay! That’s got it!” she gasped, “Now step forward.” Straining with all her strength kara clung to the oversized doorknob as janice and cassie labored to swing the gigantic door open. “Okay! We got it!” kara gasped as the enormous door finally began to open. Moments later she sprang to the floor, allowing her petite partners to finally rest.
“I’ll say one thing for this doll’s life” janice heaved, “it sure keeps us fit.”
“Oh please! Can you knock it off, Little Miss Sunshine?” cassie growled, “Sometimes I think you really enjoy being a pipsqueak!”
“Well what’s so bad about being a living doll?” janice answered, “We don’t have many worries. We get wonderful food and nice clothes… even if they’re usually doll clothes.”
“Really? You, who just this evening received an over-the-knee, bare-bottom spanking from Miss and nearly wound up with a pinkie sex fetish is going to tell me that you really like being a midget munchkin?” cassie spat back.
Suddenly flushed, kara found herself blushing and shaken by the mental image of herself struggling helplessly, draped across the lap of the Mistress’s buxom niece, Claire.
“Hey, stop day dreaming” cassie continued, “We need to get moving.”
Moving as quietly as they could, the tiny three-some made their way down the corridor to the stairway. At their present size descending the stairs was not a significant challenge as each riser only reached to mid-thigh. The trick was to descend as quietly as possible. This they accomplished by sitting on the leading edge of the riser and carefully sliding down to the step below.
Once they were halfway down kara could contain her curiosity no longer. “Do you really think Mistress can change other things than just our size?” she queried.
“Of course. Just look what she’s done to us. Grown women don’t normally shrink down to fun size. And look at our boobs. See? Not a bit of sag or droop.” cassie added, bouncing her ample breasts for emphasis, “I haven’t worn a real bra in months. Neither has janice. By all rights I should be playing soccer with these things. That and not a bit of back pain. Okay, so that’s one good thing about being travel sized.”
“And don’t forget how silky smooth she keeps us” janice added as she brushed a fingertip over her hairless pubis, “Nobody grows a single pube, armpit or leg hair without the Mistress’s bidding.”
“Oh my god! I’d almost forgotten about that!” kara exclaimed, “I remember when she first shrank me. She had me standing on her lap. I was naked and a little self-conscious because my groin felt a little… itchy. She smiled a funny, lopsided smile. Then she reached out and just brushed my bush away with her thumb. She just wiped it away, like I was a kid with a smudge on her nose. It made me feel so naked, so… vulnerable and kind of… new.”
“That’s the idea” cassie nodded, “She’s always messing with our heads.”
By this time the petite trio had almost reached the bottom of the stairs and could start toward their final objective. Briefly pausing two steps from the bottom janice allowed cassie and kara to move out a little ahead of her. A shaft of pale moonlight illuminated the pair of miniature beauties as they moved through a cavernous hallway. From this vantage they no longer appeared to be average sized women placed in an oversized world. She could now see that like herself they were tiny, living dolls. Dwarfed by ordinary household furnishings that towered above them. At just one third their normal size the seat of a chair now stood shoulder high and a small end table stood as tall as their arms could reach.
They were exquisite. Lithe, timid kara; draped in her ludicrously short, pink nightie fidgeted nervously. She was obviously quite conscious that she was utterly naked from the waist down. And curvy, fiery cassie wearing nothing but a tiny, sheer pleated skirt still stood proud and defiant despite her diminutive stature.
Quickly descending the last few steps, janice soon rejoined her miniature companions. Regarding their over-sized surrounding made her feel especially small and vulnerable once again. The walls of the old house towered high above her, the polished floor stretched far into the darkness. There was no escaping the sense of her… of their smallness. They were tiny, puny little things.
“Puny”, the very word sent a powerful tremor through her small body. She had come to accept her current stature as her normal state some time ago. She rarely thought about what her life had been like before she became one of The Mistress’s dolls. The truth was, she enjoyed this life. She felt pampered, cherished and loved.
She knew that even the strict regimen they were forced to live by was just part of a game. It gave them something to do. It kept them from being bored and created a pretext for their “punishments”. She smiled at the thought that any of the disciplinary measures that she forced to endure as being a punishment.
Among other things she realized that she had come to enjoy being restrained and disciplined. It was oddly liberating to be made to feel even more helpless. Over the past few years she had been bound with everything from rubber bands to string, yarn and silken ribbons. She had been taped, naked to the inside of a greeting card and carefully bound with a satin bow to be hung up as a holiday ornament. Reduced to a scant eight inches in height she had been held with her arms pinned at her sided, completely immobilized in a woman’s fist.
At first she had dreaded the frequent spankings she was subjected to. The pain and humiliation of even a simple hand spanking on her teeny-tiny, bare behind was all but unbearable. Gradually her feelings began to change. It was clear that both Miss and the Mistress derived immense pleasure from putting her in this predicament. Once again it was the utter helplessness of her situation that was so exciting. No matter how hard she struggled. No matter how desperately she resisted, they found that her adorable, tiny pink bottom simply had to be chastened.
She discovered that while she really didn’t enjoy recieving the punishment, she had become very fond of the sensations that came with having just been punished. The heat and the stinging sensation produced by a stern paddling quickly spread from her abused little buttocks to her tiny pussy. Within minutes she was invariably dripping with desire and in desperate need of release. Occasionally Miss or Mistress would oblige her, taking great delight in using their huge tongues and giant fingers to force their wee, wanton plaything from one mind-shattering orgasm to another.
But all too often poor little janice was forced to stand in a corner, hands atop her head to keep her fingers from mischief. Other times she found herself bound, spread-eagle to the back of a kitchen chair. On display for all to see, with no hope of finding release until she was freed. Even the feeling of being humbled and humiliated in this manner had become a turn on for her now.
Outside the house the storm was growing ever stronger. The old structure creaked and groaned as the wind picked up. A sudden, loud shudder caused kara to jump slightly. She felt her heart race as she and her diminutive comrades cautiously crept toward the kitchen. She was unaware that she had slipped her hand around janice’s waist and drawn her close until she felt the other girl’s warm, soft flesh press against her own bare hip. A thrill ran through both of their tiny bodies as janice turned and pulled her into a close embrace.
“Hey you two! Don’t be getting started again.” cassie scolded, “We don’t have all night.”
Suddenly a bright flash of lightning instantly followed by an ear-splitting peal of thunder sent the tiny trio scurrying down the hallway like frightened mice. Before they realized what had happened the terrified, pint-sized, threesome found themselves standing in front of their objective. They stood before the kitchen counter, which loomed almost cyclopean above them.
“Alright, let’s get the stool” cassie muttered.
After a few minutes of heaving, lifting and pulling the diminutive company had wrestled a small footstool into position against the counter. Their excitement steadily grew as they clambered up the steps and swarmed up onto the counter, each girl boosting and pulling the others in turn until they stood together on the counter.
“Okay ladies, time to strip!” janice giggled as she pulled her shirt up and over her head.
“What?” kara gasped, “Are… are you sure?”
“It’s a really good idea” cassie added, as she wiggled out of her little skirt, “You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to get chocolate stains out of silk. You’ll find you clean up much easier than your nightie.”
Blushing warmly kara quickly stripped off her delicate negligee and folded it carefully. She really wasn’t at all uncomfortable about being naked around the other girls but clothes had always been very important to her. In many ways they were even more important now that she was little. These days she usually had very little control over what she wore and frequently found herself dressed in the most outlandishly scanty attire.
Her present situation often seemed to revolve around clothing or the conspicuous lack of it. She recalled how she came to this life. An appointment at the Mistress’s studio that had ended with her gradually shrinking right out of her beautiful yellow dress until she was no larger than a midget. She remembered being transfixed with wonder as she watched the room and the Mistress gradually grow larger and larger as she became smaller.
It was the strange sensation of her delicate, lace panties finally growing too large for her hips and slowly sliding down her legs to pool around her ankles that had eventually broken the spell. By that time she had dwindled down to the size of a defenceless, little munchkin; clutching her oversized dress to her miniature body in a futile attempt to preserve her modesty. At kara’s diminished stature the Mistress had no difficulty separating her from her clothing and soon began the process of dominating her utterly.
Since then she had experienced the sensation shrinking out of her clothing quite frequently. She’d even come to enjoy it. She knew that many of the other girls did too. She also craved the excitement and the erotic thrill that came from being dressed and undressed by a woman many times her own size. She had only ever really resisted at the beginning. The penalty for struggling too much or at the wrong time was usually a few sharp swats on her tiny, little butt. She discovered that she preferred to remain passive and obedient when she was being dressed, especially when she was given a chance to wear lingerie.
She usually closed her eyes as her delicate, little panties were slowly eased up her legs by large, feminine fingers. Strong, powerful digits delicately brushed her thighs and and tickled her little bottom before finally snugging her tiny undies into place. Standing motionless she would pose obediently, arms high over her head as her brassiere was slipped into place and carefully fastened. A good girl was often rewarded with praise and a little special attention. She always tried to be a good girl. Well, almost always. Sometimes it was more fun to be just a little naughty.
When she was good she would sometimes be rewarded with a little gentle fondling and tickling. Her little breasts would be bounced, squeezed and complimented. This kind of treatment usually made her blush and always started her juices flowing. This was quite embarrassing enough when she had been given panties to wear but all too often her outfit might include no under garments at all.
Her pretty face suddenly reddened as she remembered one such night. That evening she had been dressed in heels, stockings and a beautiful, formal, 1950’s style, strapless gown; ankle length with a very full skirt. Like most of the other girls she stood just thirteen inches high that night. A real living doll if there ever was one. She felt like a pocket-sized Hollywood starlet and loved all the attention she was getting.
The fact that, save for their stockings she and the other girls were all completely and utterly nude beneath their elegant dresses didn’t concern kara in the least and even added to her excitement. To be so absolutely naked beneath her fashionable, silky gown made her feel incredibly decadent and exhilarated. She thrilled as her little nipples grew so stiff that they stood out prominently beneath the supple silk of her bustier. She was also aware that her tiny pussy was becoming more than a little moist as she and the other girls moved about the dinner table; refreshing drinks, serving hors d’oeuvres and chatting with the towering party guests. Several guests had allowed kara to sip from their drinks, causing her to become a little light-headed and very flirtatious.
She was having the time of her life until The Mistress casually asked Mr. Larry if he wouldn’t care to examine ‘little kara’ a bit more closely. Shocked and tranfixed, kara stood gazing up at him as his hand descended toward her. She reared back slightly, afraid that he intended to grasp her about the waist. She was sure a grip like that would almost certainly dislodge the upper portion of her dress and cause her little breasts to pop free of her gown. She blushed hotly at the thought of being in such a terribly embarassing predicament.
Instead his hand dropped down somewhere behind her before sweeping in to slip beneath the billowy skirts of her silken gown. Suddenly kara felt his powerful fingers curling around her slender, stocking clad thighs. A moment later she squeaked in alarm as she felt the pert, little mounds of her diminutive derriere nestle snugly into the warm, leathery cup of his hand.
Almost at once she found herself being borne aloft. His giant’s fingers now completely encircled her quivering thighs and her naked buttocks were cradled pleasantly in the cozy, hollow of his palm. Her little hands desperately braced against his fingers as she was swept upward. Shaking uncontrollably from a combination of both fear and excitement kara gasped for breath, utterly mortified by her situation. She could feel that her tiny sex was absolutely dripping wet. She squirmed as she felt her wetness trickling down the inside of her thighs. There was no doubt in her mind that soon he would feel it too. He couldn’t help but notice just exactly how turned on she was. And he was holding her, as helpless as a little doll in the palm of his hand.
Before long she felt his huge thumb brushing up and down over her firm, silk covered thighs, caressing her in a most intimate and provocative fashion. Eventually she felt his questing thumb pause and rub insistently against her bare, pubic triangle, further stimulating her tiny, swollen clitoris. In a desperate attempt to escape his inquisitive digit kara bent forward at the hip and tried with all her strength to stave off his thumb. Unfortunately for her this effort had the unexpected effect of exposing and pressing her moist, little slit directly into the warm, rugged flesh of his palm. A tiny, high-pitched squeal burst from her breast as the sudden, unanticipated friction against her most delicate region pushed the minature girl to an instant, full body orgasm.
Unable to fend off the irresistible cascade of sensations, kara’s tiny body was racked by a mind-shattering series of orgasmic spasms. Every eye in the room was on her as she writhed and squirmed, powerless and overwhelmed by ecstacy in the giant man’s grasp. It wasn’t long before she collapsed, mercifully unconscious and utterly exhausted.
“Hey! Snap out of it, kid!” cassie barked, “Are you going to give us a hand with this or what?”
Pulled back into the present kara discovered that cassie and janice had taken up their positions on either side of the cake dish and were ready to begin the critical task of removing the top. A few minutes later they had successfully moved the top of the cake dish to the counter, at last revealing their coveted prize. Nearly two-thirds of the delicious, chocolate cake from that night’s dinner.
“Do you think this is really a good idea?” kara whispered, “Won’t somebody notice?”
“No way.” cassie sneered, “At our teeny-tiny size we just need a little sliver for all three of us.”
“All four of us.” added a small voice from below the counter.
“What? Who the fuck is that?” janice demanded.
Cautiously the three petite cake bandits peered over the edge of the counter. Standing on the floor beneath them stood the diminutive toshi, quite naked in all her lilliputian glory.
“Four of us. If you guys don’t share with me I’m gonna tell!” she insisted, “Somebody please come down and help me up.”