The tiny man continues yelling in your ear: “What right do you have to torment us like this? We are intelligent beings, not ants for you to play with.”
“That’s funny,” you snigger, using one finger to toy idly with the small crowd of people still trapped on the shifting contours of your shorts. “Because you sure look like ants to me—or maybe that should be mites... OOPS!” Your inattention has caused you to squash one of the unfortunates inadvertently beneath your fingertip. A faint screaming sound reaches your ear from below and the movements of the crowd become more frenzied, their slight tickling creating all kinds of delightful sensations in your groin.
“What’s that noise?” demands the puny creature in your ear.
“Hehehe, never you mind,” you chuckle, resisting the urge to rub your crotch and smear the remainder of the hapless commuters across the fabric of your shorts.
“I’m warning you, you can't invade our world and treat us like this. We have weapons. Powerful weapons that can deal with even monsters like you. You’ll pay for this!”
You’re amazed and highly amused at the temerity of this tiny being, actually daring to threaten you while standing in the immense sticky passage of your ear canal. You lift your hand back up to your ear and tilt your head, so that he and the remainder of his little family tumble back into your palm. You look down sternly at the sorry bunch—the mother with her youngest surviving child hiding behind her; the teenager biting his lip as he tries to appear brave—and reply:
“So just what are you going to do to stop us? Send an army of little ant-people against us? Go ahead! It’ll be fun to see just how many we can squash with a single footstep. In fact, I bet it’ll be just as easy to flatten them and all their little tanks as it will be to crush you right now!”
You’re just starting to close your hand slowly and deliberately around them when you hear a slight noise from behind: it’s probably Eric and Jake on their way back. The interruption saves your captives’ lives. Instead of obliterating them as planned you smile sweetly down at the miniature family and begin to speak:
“Okay, I'll tell you what’s going to happen. My friends and I now own this world. Everything and everyone on it belongs to us. I’m going to let you live so that you can go back, find whatever gnats you call leaders, and tell them.”
You look round and sure enough, you see your friends, still some distance behind you, laughing and shoving each other as they trample the tiny landscape carelessly underfoot. You still have a couple of moments left to yourself, so you lean in close and whisper something else to the family:
“And just so you know: I’m the one who's in charge here. Not them over there. Me. Now you can go and scurry away back to your little nest.”
You’ve just lowered them safely down onto the ground when another amusing thought strikes you. “Hold on,” you command. The pitiful group freezes. “One more thing: just to make sure you don't try anything sneaky or stupid I think I’ll keep one of you with me, as a hostage... or maybe just as plaything.” You wink cruelly, and before they can react you pinch the teenager quickly between your thumb and forefinger and snatch him up into the air. The mother begins screaming again and her husband rushes back towards you. You can just make out his words as he yells, “Please! Take me instead!”
You laugh cruelly and examine the tiny boy. He’s obviously terrified, struggling and yelling, almost in tears. The fact that he is pretty much the same age as you makes it even better. You’ve always derived immense pleasure from tormenting smaller kids, and the utterly minuscule size of this teenager makes it infinitely more satisfying than anything you’ve done previously. Knowing that the kid’s family is watching, you deliberately pull back the waistband of your shorts and lower him down inside onto your pubic hair. Then you roll him gently around until he is hopelessly entangled deep in the rope-like pubes. He’ll be relatively safe in that rather unpleasant prison until you are ready to deal with him. The elastic snaps back into place and you blow down on the horrified family, sending them flying off into the distance.
Some of the tiny vehicles and their owners are still being tossed about in your lap so you gather them all up in one hand and get to your feet. With one hand you shove them all inside your pocket for later, while with the other hand you do your best to conceal from your friends the embarrassing bulge of your partially aroused penis. With both hands occupied you hear somebody suddenly yell, “Heads up!”...
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