Playing with My Little Man as a Giantess (Part 2)

I know it’s a shock for these tiny men and people living in this city, to see me in my true giantess form. They think we’re equals, that our differences are only a matter of inches when they clearly aren’t. But when I tower over them, like a skyscraper looming in their tiny world so high up, they finally see the truth.

In my world, they are nothing but small little ants. Toys for my amusement. Puppets dancing on my strings. And I am the true master, the one who controls their every move and fate.

Nathan is learning this truth the hard way. I’ve had him in my hand for hours now, showing him off to my other tiny pets. Letting them pet him, tease him, laugh at his futile struggles, maybe scream and run a little bit too.

By now, his tiny body is slick with sweat. His face is red with exertion, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. He’s starting to realize there’s no escape, no end to this torment he’s being put through by me. That he is utterly at my mercy for the rest of his days.

“I’m s-sorry,” he whimpers, his voice barely audible over the thundering of my heartbeat. “Please, I’ll do anything you say. J-just let me go.”

I look down at him and smile, my lips curling into a wicked grin, hearing each plea pass his lips. “Oh, you’ll do anything, will you?” I purr. “Well then, little man. It’s time to earn your keep.”