My trans friend Andreia and I captured a little dwarf and locked him in a cage. Andreia, reminiscing about the capture, expresses her desire to play with him. Now, I’m also in the mood, so I approach the cage, open the door, and pull the leash. The dwarf resists, visibly afraid of us. I insist, threatening him, and he finally comes out, quivering. He looks up at us, Giantesses, and himself, a mere homunculus. I take off the leash, and he tries to run away, but we catch him immediately – one of our steps is equivalent to ten of his!
We use him as our toy, humiliating him for his small size, boasting about our greatness and superiority. We make him stand, kneel, and finally lie down. When he’s standing, we use him as a support, placing our arms on his bald head. When he’s on his knees, we make him kiss our asses, a sign of humiliation. When he crawls, we scare him with our soles and heels, emphasizing our physicality. From this perspective, he sees us as even more enormous, while we see him even smaller. When we’re tired, we decide to use him as a table, sitting on him for as long as we want, making him suffer under our weight.