James was a little man with a big problem…

James crouched behind the leg of the old Victorian chair in Nessa’s dorm room, watching the bombshells in their Saturday night sleepover.  Janelle painted Nessa’s pretty toes, Sara worked on research for her term paper, and Clarissa sipped wine while all four of them enjoyed ice cream from pints and watched Legally Blonde.  For these queen bees, this was the life.  But for James, it was a nightmare.  What if the girls caught him?  He had survived, unnoticed, since Nessa’s party last night.  But he could not seem to find a way to escape.

He had been shrunk by Nessa’s shrinking device

It had started out as a normal party, on a normal Friday night.  James, a good-looking and confident junior, was hanging out with Nessa and fifteen of the coolest students in the dorm’s common area, when Nessa, drunk, brought James into her dorm room to show him her collection of unique items from all over:  the Native American dreamcatcher on the wall, a piece of rock from the moon, and (among other items), a novelty shrinking ray device that looked sort of like a small fan.  Nessa admitted that she had never used the device.  “But if it actually worked, I could make life interesting for anyone who crosses me.”  She had smiled wickedly.

The alcohol caught up with James, who had a difficult time keeping his hands to himself.  Nessa pushed him away and stormed out of the room.  James vaguely remembered playing with the novelty shrinking fan, and the next thing he knew, he awoke under Nessa’s bed, hungover and three inches tall.  He had been hiding from her and her friends all day.

James is terrorized by four perfect giantesses

“GOTCHA!”  Flawless giantess Janelle squealed with delight.  James fought with everything he could muster, but his miniscule size and diminished strength were no match for eight manicured hands of his new goddesses.  “Let’s put him in the toaster!”  Clarissa giggled.  Nessa said that she had better ideas on how to have fun with little James.  First, they set their little man to work, giving pedicures to all eight precious feet.  After that, they played the cruelest game of hide-and-go-seek-tickle known in human history.  Soon, it was time for the other girls to go home for the night.

“Since you love touching me so much, I have special plans for you tonight, little man.”  James trembled to think what she might mean from the jar she had him trapped inside.

Our tiny man gets his fill of Nessa’s pretty pussy…

Poor pathetic James struggled as Nessa held his arms close to his sides with her slender, feminine fingers.  He could smell her pussy juices as she plunged his tiny head and squirming body inside her pink wetness.  The next twenty minutes were a struggle for survival as tiny little James fought for air; Nessa, on the other hand, enjoyed every minute of his ordeal.  He spent the night in his jar, wondering when he would get his chance to escape.  Nessa tapped the glass of the jar with her pretty fingertips and smiled without any pity, “good night, tiny little prisoner.  Get your rest, cause you’ll need it tomorrow!”