GIANTESS FAMILY
 BY PAUL BUNYAN



Doug was not happy with his life. He had grown up in a small town but had
moved to a large city straight out of high school. That had been four years
earlier. His mother had passed away when he was twelve years old. When he was
fourteen, his father had remarried. His father had been forty years old at
that time but had married a woman who was thirty. It was not that he did not
like Amanda, his father's new wife. In fact, she was always nice to him. She
also had a daughter, four years his junior. Of course, for children, four
years is like a difference of decades to adults. They moved in different
worlds. While he treated her nicely, they really did not know each other.
Again, it was not that he had anything against Amanda. It was just that the
whole home atmosphere was different. Also, his father behaved differently. It
was hard to describe. He was just secretive, as was his step-mother. The gut
feeling Doug got was that they were always playing sex games of some kind and
that his father was experiencing a re-awakening (or first awakening) of long
suppressed desires, not just suppressed since he lost Mom but even before that
because he could not play these games with Mom. She was far too traditional.
So it was not that hard to leave. Then, two years ago, his father had passed
away. He returned home for the funeral but then left feeling that he could
never go home again. Still, he was miserable. He had not found a decent job
that was any better than what he might find at home and, being the quiet type,
had not made a lot of friends. So he called home, though nobody there now was
related to him. His step-mom answered the phone and convinced him to come home
for a visit. But she said that, first, she wanted to come and visit him, just
her and Rachel, her daughter.

Amanda was now thirty-eight years old to Doug's twenty-two. Rachel was now
eighteen years old. Doug had not seen her for four years. When mother and
daughter showed up at his apartment, his eyes almost popped out of his head.
My God, was Rachel a knockout. He had to make himself remember that she was
his step-sister. True they were not actually related but he was sure she
regarded him as her big brother, her step-brother but still. But he did not
talk to her very much as Amanda wanted to speak to him in private. Amanda was
herself highly attractive with a shapely form kept that way by daily aerobics.
She had large but not too large breasts. Blond hair cascaded softly to her
shoulders.

As they set alone, Amanda looked uncomfortable. "For some time now, I've
wanted to talk to you about something," she said.

"Sure, Amanda," he said. "About coming home, you mean?" She smiled. "Not
exactly. Here I'll show you." She got a notebook out of her suitcase. "First
of all, I apologize. When you moved out, you forgot this. It fell behind your
dresser and you missed it. I just glanced at some things that caught my eyes.
I started reading, thinking it was just some old homework. Instead, it
contained what looked like stories in your handwriting." 'Oh, no!' he thought.
'Oh, please no!' "Please don't be embarrassed, Doug. I've read your stories
about women growing to gigantic sizes and about men being shrunken, about
being enslaved to giantesses and, yes, I even saw that you wrote a couple of
stories where you fantasized about being my shrunken slave." "I- I-" he
stammered and then just dropped his head and looked at the floor. What could
he say? There was nothing he could say. "I just want you to know that I
understand," she said. "It's okay. I understand the male need to be
submissive, especially to giantesses. I understand it very well." His head
snapped up and he looked at her in shock. "What do you think your father and I
were always doing in private, baby? I know we were secretive but we had two
children in the house. Rachel is eighteen and I've altered my entire lifestyle
around what gives me fulfillment in life. Doug, honey, the reason I'm telling
you this is because you can have fulfillment too. You can change your life in
such a way that it isn't just empty and going through the motions. It's not
just me and Rachel. There are a few others involved too. It's a lifestyle and,
yes, it is a Giantess lifestyle." Doug was shocked. Of course, he knew that a
process had been created a few years ago that when used on women could make
them grow to gigantic sizes or, when used on men, would make them shrink. It
had changed the nature of the world. With even a few women at any one time at
gigantic size, women generally ruled, if not officially then for all practical
purposes. But he never expected it would be anything but a fantasy for him. "I
don't know what to say. It sounds too good to be true." "Come home," she said.
"See what we are doing. Test it out. Decide if it is something you want to be
a part of." He wanted to cry but not in sadness.

Amanda and Rachel went home. Doug had to wait a couple of months. He had to
put in notice at work and then wait for the lease on his apartment to run out.
After that, he did not care. He would take whatever job he could get back in
his home town. It would not matter. He would be living at the spacious country
home his father had owned and it would be a Giantess household. He assumed
that he would not be directly interacting with his step-mother or Rachel in
any sort of scening or sexual fashion. But there would be a few others
involved. He was not sure of the specific details. But he was anxious to find
out.

He arrived home on a Saturday. Amanda was out at the time but Rachel and
another young woman were there. She was introduced as Laura. She was sixteen
years old, two years younger than Rachel. She had very long light blond hair,
to her hips, and blue eyes as opposed to Rachel's shorter dark hair and green
eyes. They were both wearing tight jeans and tight shirts with the midriffs
showing, accentuating their impressive figures. "Pleased to meet you, Doug,"
Laura said. "Amanda speaks highly of you. But I know you're anxious to know
what the deal is here so I'll show you around." As she led him upstairs, he
estimated that she stood about five feet, six inches tall. The top of her head
was barely above his shoulder as he stood over six feet high. She was quite
attractive though clearly jailbait. But still he asked how she got involved in
this. "Oh, I work here part-time after school. It's all quite legal with the
new Giantess-based legal system that has been implemented." She pointed out a
room that looked like a closet with smooth white walls and a strange light
fixture in the ceiling. "That's the Shrinking Chamber right there. Doesn't
look all that impressive, does it?" He admitted that it did not. She smiled.
"What we basically want is someone who is willing to spend an hour or more a
day shrunk to, oh, about six inches tall. He will be used by those of us who
like doing that. Afterwards, who knows? We might be grateful." Doug felt
himself hardening. His balls ached. "So, an hour or so a day shrunken for
whoever wants to use me and then ... " He did not finish the suggestive
sentence. Laura just smiled, acting shy.

"Interested?" she asked sheepishly. "When do we start?" he laughed. She smiled
brightly. "Great," she said. "You want to start right now?" He took a deep
breath. "Yes," he said.

Laura led Doug to the Shrinking room. "What now?" he asked. "Step inside," she
smiled. "Oh, if you'd be a dear and take your clothes off first?" He was
somewhat embarrassed to strip naked before this clothed young woman but he did
so. Then she instructed, "Okay, now just step into the chamber and try to
relax. It won't hurt at all." He obeyed and she pushed a button. The door slid
closed tight.

There was another woman nearby, an attractive young woman with long brown
hair. Laura called her over. "Juliette, could you give me a hand?" she asked.
Juliette walked up and, together, they started operating the computer consoles
outside the chamber. He took a deep breath and let it out as he heard a
humming start and get louder and louder. The chamber was bathed in a white
light. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the ceiling started getting higher. The
walls were also getting farther away. The floor seemed to be getting closer
and wider. It went on for some time very slowly. Though he was sure he need
not be, he was scared. Tears were welling in his eyes. But then the door
opened. He looked up and gasped. Laura was there only now, from his point of
view, she was a towering giantess almost ninety feet tall. The top of his head
was at about the level of her ankles. As he looked up, she filled his entire
field of vision and her legs from the upper ankles on up were above him.
"Laura, this is scary," he whimpered. "Please, I'm not so sure about this."
His voice was weak and small, barely audible. "Just give it a minute," she
said. To him, her voice boomed and rumbled like thunder, yet had a
higher-pitched female quality to it that hurt his ears. She picked him up in
her hand and carried him to the bathroom. She started filling the sink with
water and some sort of powder. "Why are you doing that, Laura?" he said, some
fear in his voice. She did not explain as she put him into the water up to his
neck and started scrubbing him. The water had a burning sensation to it. After
a few minutes, she changed the water and rinsed him. He gasped realizing he
was smooth and hairless from the neck down. "What are you doing?" he
stammered. She did not respond and Doug was really starting to get scared now
even though he kept telling himself that Amanda and Rachel were involved so
this could not be as bad as it seemed. Plus it was only for an hour or so.
Laura picked up what looked like a steel collar built for someone his size.
She connected it around his neck. She then added a leash. .

"Laura, please," Doug stammered. "Please stop this." Laura ignored him and
smiled as she picked him up. Now Doug was really scared and thinking he should
not have let them do this. But it was too late now. He was helpless. Laura
patted his head and smirked, "There's a good boy. You're starting to become
just what we need." He continued trying to ask what was going on. His eyes
were now wide with fear and disbelief. Laura grinned wickedly and teasingly
put her finger into his mouth, emphasizing that her finger alone was big
enough to stuff his whole mouth and gag him. "Shush, little boys should be
seen and not heard," she mocked. Now he was really panicking, completely
unbelieving that Amanda and Rachel would do this to him. He had to wait until
they saw how totally this had been overdone. He writhed but could do nothing
to pry Laura's fingers open.

"What's going on?" he blurted. "I didn't agree to have my body shaved." She
laughed. "Didn't agree? You're our slave. It doesn't matter if you agree with
something." "But it's only for a couple of hours," he whimpered. "The hair
will take weeks to grow back." "Actually, we will remove your body hair every
few days," Laura said. "It will never grow back. Also, the shrinking starts to
wear off after a few days but we'll just re-expose you in the chamber so
you'll stay nice and shrunk like a good little boy." He desperately but
uselessly tried to struggle. "My God! What are you doing to me?" he fearfully
said. "Where's Amanda? Where's Rachel? Let me go. I never agreed to this."
"You agreed to be our shrunken slave, Doug. Did you think that your slavery
would only be in ways that you approved of? What kind of slavery would that
be?" "You said it would only be for an hour or two. You didn't tell me the
truth." "No," Laura laughed. "I said an hour or more. Well, clearly it is
going to be more. Besides, even if I did lie, it's hardly as if you can do
anything about it now Shorty." She stuffed him into a bird cage hanging from
the ceiling at about the level of her breasts and then walked out, laughing.

Tears welled in his eyes. He was scared and lonely. After a while, he saw a
huge, shapely figure walk into the room and step right in front of him. She
turned the light on and he gasped both in relief at who she was and in
amazement at her size. It was Rachel. She was five feet and one inch tall but
now, to him, she looked about eighty feet tall. The floor looked like it was
at least six stories below him. Her breasts were in front of him and her face
looked like it was a story above him. 'Thank goodness,' he said. 'Please help
me.' He started to explain what Laura had done. But she was just looking at
him and smiling. "Aw, poor baby," she purred. "Aren't you all nice and comfy
in your new home?" His eyes widened. "What?"" he said. Laura walked in,
smiling. She and Rachel had a conversation in front of him. "Obviously, you
went ahead and shrunk him," Rachel said. "Sorry if you wanted me to wait,
hon." "Naw, its fine. How long I've wanted him in this position," she smirked.
"But I'll hold back for now. Mom should get him first and I have a tendency to
get carried away." As Rachel walked out, Laura leaned towards Doug and
confidentially said, "Be careful. Rachel is the cruelest bitch I've ever met.
She makes me look like a saint."

A couple of hours later, when Amanda walked in, she heard soft crying sounds.
She turned on the light and walked to the cage. She said, "What's wrong,
Doug?" He looked up at her. Amanda was five feet, five inches tall. Like the
others, she looked about eighty feet tall. At his normal size, he could
distinguish that Amanda was four inches taller than Rachel and Laura was about
an inch taller than Amanda. But at this size, such minor differences were
indistinguishable to him. Although she looked to be in perfect condition and
shapely, Amanda and all of them looked like they weighed tons to him. Amanda's
breasts alone looked like they weighed tons "Please," he begged. She smiled.
"Oh, that sounds so weak and puny, I had to get my ear close to even
understand what you said. That's lovely and you look so cute." "No, please,"
he groaned. "Amanda, you have no idea what they've been doing to me. This was
never part of the deal. I wasn't supposed to be shrunken permanently and never
let go. I didn't know this was going to happen." She giggled and said, "Well,
you know now." Seeing his look of terror, she looked at him compassionately
and said, "Doug, I chose not to tell you because you would not have come here
and let us get you into this position had you known." "But I don't want this,"
he pleaded. "Oh of course you do," she scoffed. "You just don't want the costs
that have to be paid in order to get the parts you want. You are now
everything you ever dreamed of being." "No, I mean, yes, I mean, okay but not
twenty-four hours a day. What are you doing, Amanda?" Even while he was
speaking, she was opening the cage. She reached in with her left hand and
carefully lifted him out, pinning his arms to his sides. With her right index
finger, she carefully pried his jaws open. "No, please, I need to talk to
you-oof." "Oh, hush, Doug," she purred as she pushed the tip of her finger
into his mouth, gagging him. "Now," she said, "I talk. You listen. Woman talks
and male listens, as it should be. Don't worry. It will be brief. If you want
to be happy, accept what you are. You are a shrunken slave-boy who knows his
place controlled by woman. You are our shrunken slave-boy. Embrace it. And
now, I think its time for a nice bath to relax you."

As Amanda walked, she held him in her left hand just below her breasts. The
floor looked like it was at least sixty feet below and the wind just from her
walking felt to him as though they were moving at about thirty miles per hour.
"Plllttthh yyyffff mmmphh wwwfff fff ttttppph," he moaned, his words
completely unintelligible with her fingertip gagging him. Amanda looked down
and gave him a smile that showed how much she enjoyed his helplessness. "I
promise you that I can't understand anything you just said so be seen and not
heard." In the bathroom, she set him on the counter and filled the tub with
warm water. She grinned and pealed down her bluejeans, revealing the thong she
wore underneath them. In the heat of the moment, he could not help but notice
how lovely she was as he saw her from a perspective he had never seen before.
His eyes moved upwards, seeing the narrowing of her waist and broadening
higher up to her massive breasts. She always kept in great shape through
aerobics and had a naturally good body but he never thought of her the way he
was right now. But he had little time to dwell. She stepped into the tub,
lifted him and held him down to the level of her hips. The water was to her
knees. The distance between her hips and her knees looked like it almost
twenty-five feet. "In you go, Teeny." He gave her a puzzled look. "Oh they
haven't told you that yet?" she laughed. "I must thank them for leaving me the
honors. That's your new name, Teeny. Your full name is now Teenie-Weenie. You
are a shrunken slave-boy now. You get a shrunken boy name." He whimpered,
realizing the name was an in-joke, a reference to how small he was now
including his private parts. "Aw, is my poor little man all humiliated by his
cute little name?" she mocked. He blushed. "In you go, Teeny," Amanda purred.
She let go with him just above her knees, about six inches above the water. He
screamed in terror as he fell what to him seemed about eight feet. He landed
without harm though the smack of hitting the water did hurt. The bottom of the
pool (the bathtub, he corrected himself) seemed at least fifteen feet deep to
him. She had dropped him right into the middle of the tub. Each side of the
tub seemed yards away and the top of the tub seemed like towering cliffs all
around him, about the height of two story buildings. The long ends of the tub,
from his position in the middle, also seemed yards away. "Oh, silly me,"
Amanda said. "I forgot something." She stepped out of the tub, creating what
to him seemed a minor tidal wave, washing him to the end of the tub. "Blurb!
Blurp!" he coughed. And then, "No, please, don't leave me alone."

"Oh relax," she laughed. "I'm just going to the cupboard."

She returned, holding a full-sized sailing ship in her hands and put it into
the water near him. The thing was a fifteen foot schooner, at least. Then he
realized the truth and the shock and embarrassment struck him. It was a
child's bathtub toy. Judging by the fact it was bigger than her hand, it was
maybe a foot long. But he had to translate things in a way that had any
meaning to him. It was a decent-sized ship. "If you'd like to climb aboard,
there's a little plastic ladder around the other side," she said. He swam
around the ship and found the ladder. Climbing up, he could see that although
it seemed a full-sized ship to him, it was made of one solid piece of plastic
with no working parts. Amanda pushed her hands through the water, sending a
ripple that lifted the ship and sent it drifting and tossing. "Please stop,"
he begged. She grinned. She was treating him like a child and maybe less than
a child. He knew it and was humiliated by it but she was delighting in it. But
she reached out and tipped the ship upside down. He reached the surface
sputtering. While he swam, she soaped herself all over and picked him up in
one hand. "We need to get you all nice and soaped up and get rid of all traces
of that stuff that we used to take away that ugly, smelly bodyhair. You are
even more of a cute, shrunken little toy without it." He tried to protest but
blubbered as she began rubbing him all over her soapy breasts. On some level,
he was beginning to like this. It was very soothing as she rubbed him and then
washed him off. Of course, the problem was that she was treating him as if he
was almost as small intellectually as he was physically. She laid him on her
breast and let him slide off into the water. Finally, she set him outside the
tub and stood up. She dried off and then wrapped him in a small, hand towel
and dried him. Then she carried him to her room. "Once you start adjusting, I
think you'll really grow to like this if you'll pardon the pun," Amanda
smiled. She laid a necklace down on her bed next to him. It was about the same
size as him or a bit bigger and had what looked like cuffs attached to it. "Be
a good boy and lay on the necklace, Teeny. Spread your arms and legs out."
"Why?" he stammered. "Just do it, little pet. Either that or you get a nice
spanking." Blushing with embarrassment, he obeyed. He stretched himself out on
the necklace and she cuffed his arms and legs into an 'X' position. Then she
lifted the necklace and hung it between her breasts. As he hung there, he felt
like he was hanging from a high building only with two massive and lovely,
jiggling mountains to either side. And there he remained for the rest of the
day.

Of course, all good things must end. Amanda put him back into his cage for the
night, necklace and all. The next morning, it was Rachel's turn to have him
for the day. She smiled when she saw him flat on his back, bound to the
necklace. As she lifted him out of the cage, he begged, "Rachel, please let me
go. My arms hurt." "Oh, Mom made things easy for you yesterday, didn't she?"
Rachel laughed. Then she started spinning the necklace round and round. "No,
pleeeeeeaaaaaase," he screamed as he spun around faster and faster. She
laughed as she let him stop spinning and hung him around her neck. "Oh, this
is going to be the best day ever," she laughed.

He could tell by the sounds that she was getting on the school bus as he saw
her breasts jiggling to either side of him. Going to high school was something
he had left behind four years ago. But it was about to be revisited. For most
of the day he just hung between her breasts but at lunch time, Rachel, who was
a senior, got together with Laura, who was a sophomore.