Imagine, if you will, that I undertook the expedition of a lifetime. My fellow Giantess Mistresses, I have left our Giantess Island in search of the mythical land of tiny men! That’s right, I stocked up on travel rations, hired a rowboat, and left across the great lake to see what was on the other side. We’ve all heard the stories about a land of incredibly tiny men out there, like shrunken specimens complete with their own dioramas to live in, but none of us ever thought it was real! But Ladies, let me shock and astound you with what I have brought back from my brave expedition into the wilds of Across the Lake: behold a tiny man in a small animal carrier!
Giantess Discovers Tiny Men!
All the newspapers on the Giantess Island had the same headline and breathless reporting after my shocking announcement. The pictures under the headline (and above the fold) showed a bewildered looking miniature man, clutching the bars of a small animal carrier, nude and turned on. He seemed to be in shock, gazing out at the perfectly normal Giantesses peering in at him. My trek to find a myth had paid off, and now I had one! Of course, after the first blush of success wore off, I was left contemplating a fairly important question: now that I had my tiny man, what should I do with him?!
What Do You Do With A Tiny Man?
Since I was responsible for catching this wee little dude and bringing him out of his natural environment, I supposed that meant I had to provide for him. This was going to be tricky, since none of the things in my house were sized for him at all! What could I do to ensure his comfort? I put in a really cute ceramic bowl of water for him, some soft cloth to sleep in (reclaimed from an old pair of my panties), and a novelty micro saucer for some food. One potato was comically huge compared to him, and there was no way I was giving him an entire steak so I just cut a few bites off my own meal and let him have that. Of course, then I realized that I had no appropriately sized silverware! Goodness, this tiny man was really taking a lot of effort to see to. But he was so cute all wrapped up in my old lace panties!
Tiny Men Need Rewards
The thing about having a tiny man is that you need to provide him with enrichment activities. I remembered reading about something the local wildlife rescue would do for their residents, and how you needed to not just take care of physical needs like food and shelter, but emotional ones too! The thing was, how in the world would I give a tiny wee man a reward? My discovery of the tiny men was so complex and difficult to navigate, but I was determined to be a good Mistress for this tiny fella in every way. So when he was good and ate all his lunch, washed himself and wrapped up in my old panties again, I knew it was reward time. So I stuffed him into the waistband of the panties I was currently wearing!
Exercise and Reward in One!
I’m pretty sure the tiny man I’d captured in my trek to the other side of the lake was surprised when I slipped him into my panties the first time. He slid down and down, discovered that there’s no real body hair down there to slow his descent, and then slipped so easily and naturally right over my clit! I was a little worried that he might have a problem with how very wet I can get, but he’d already proven to be a strong swimmer when I’d given him a too-large bowl of water once by accident. So he was able to have himself a grand time, splashing around between my pussy lips, playing with my clit, and generally really getting himself a workout. After I came a few times, I figured he must be all done in there, so I fished him out and put him back in his enclosure. Poor little fella was all tuckered out and had a long hard nap. But I know he had fun, because now when he’s good I can tell him “Reward time!” and he comes right up to the door to his cage to be lifted out. Tiny man loves his reward time!
When a Giantess discovers tiny men, I think there’s a whole lot of learning to be done, and changes for our society. I’ve got a paper I’m working on to be published in our scientific journals. And another expedition planned, to go catch some more tiny men. I think there could be a thriving market for cute companion tiny men, as long as everyone makes sure their tiny can swim before giving them their rewards.
Hello? Hellow? Can you hear me up there?
Scientific journal you say, Hello?
Please tell me, what scientific purpose was there to letting that blonde scientist you called Andi pick me up and tickle me with that giant q-tip?
Do you understand how humiliating it was to have her then lick the giant q-tip and tease my cock with it until it squirted? She didn’t even collect the sample, what scientific purpose was there to that?
Hello, can you even hear me?
I appreciate the holes you put in the jar lid, but have you any idea how traumatic it is to put in a jar, then put into a giant backpack where it is dark, and jostled around while you take me to another building?
Hello?
And why are you ordering the formaldehyde? What does that have to do with your scientific study of me?
Hello, can you hear me?