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At one hundred and four degrees in the shade, this was one of the hottest days of the year. And on long summer days like this, there was nothing Susan enjoyed more than soaking up nature's splendor while tanning under the bright midday sun. Wearing nothing but a pair of shades, the 20-something "fitness influencer" nestled her long and chiseled body deeper into the taut hammock as she passively listened to the melodic melodies of sparrows hidden somewhere within the canopy surrounding her country home. The sparrows' singing were joined by crickets soon thereafter, and then the crickets were followed by the intermittent baritone rhythm of frogs; their bellowing tones wafting on breezes blown across the adjacent pound. This relaxing orchestra of woodland creatures soon caused Susan's eyelids grew heavier as she drifted off to sleep. However, the sweltering outside temperature and high humidity caused Susan to awake after merely fifteen minutes; her throat dry and her nude body glistening with perspiration. Luckily, Susan had thought ahead and planned for this contingency. A small decorative wooden table stood nearby the fitness beauty's hammock at arms length, containing only a tall sweating glass of iced tea and a miniature lacquer box (no bigger than postcard) that was secured with a hinged lid.

Susan stretched her long slender arms towards the melting glass of tea, nonchalantly bumping the small box and jostling it as she brought the ice cold container to her face for a much needed sip. However, instead of taking a sip she greedily gulped down her entire drink, thereafter letting out a satisfied sigh as she held the glass up for examination; sloshing its contents to note only a half-dozen clinking cubes of melting ice remained. Setting the glass back onto its table, she reached for the lacquer box. Susan lifted the glossy wooden box to her face and slowly pulled up the lid to reveal its hidden contents. There, crowded and still hunched over by the force of the lid's roof, crouched precisely as many tiny disheveled men as were ice-cubes in her glass; each of them starting to crawl among the velvet lined interior of the box. The six little men had barely enough time for their eyes to adjust when Susan tipped her box forward, unceremoniously spilling the tiny creatures over her expansive nude form, their puny bodies tumbling and sliding across their giant master's glossy wet skin.

Susan grabbed an ice-cube from her drink to heighten the sensation of what she had planned. Setting the melting ice-cube against her exhausted stomach muscles forced them to immediately contract, pulling tight under her nearly tanned skin; causing two of the closest tiny men to lose their footing and fall prostrate against her flexing abs. Susan watched the little men for several minutes as they tried to right themselves. She giggled aloud at the absurdity of their relative sizes compared to her and their pathetic attempts to stand against the gentle rocking and breathing of her godlike body. After amusing herself for long enough, she finally spoke to the six bug-sized specks stumbling across her toned physique.

"You there . . . " she said pointing to one of the little men. "You climb up my left breast and take care of that area."

"You there. . . you climb up my right breast. That section is yours." The little men paused and look up motionless to the glistening living mountain of flesh rising into the sky before them.

"You two stay by the ice-cube. You're each on stomach duty."

"And the last two take each collar area and neck region."

Still the little men had not moved, completely confused and overwhelmed by their predicament or how they even ended up in their box prison for what seemed like days without food or water.

"MOVE!" The giantess boomed down at the obstinate batch of tiny creatures.

This got them to scatter wildly to their positions; desperately righting themselves with each slippery fall as they scrambled up their respective terrain towards their assigned areas.

Once each little man arrived at their destination, the goddess continued with her commands.

"Each of you will lick up all the sweat from your section until it's bone dry. Anyone failing to finish their section before I finish my tan in the next twenty minutes will be squished to death."

The little men fell to their knees and immediately started licking the surface of the giant's skin without further question. They desperately lapped up marble-sized droplets of salty sweat; their little tongues frantically exploring each oily pore for traces of perspiration while unavoidably collecting speaks of dirt and dead skin flakes in their tiny mouths. A few of the smarter little men began to despair internally as they realized that each additional new bead of sweat was appearing faster than they were able to dispose of the old ones. The day's sweltering humidity mixed with Susan's carnal pleasure with the sensations generated by their tiny tongues produced an increasing amount of moisture. There was much too much sweat for them to handle. Their task was hopeless. The smart ones realized that they probably only had twenty minutes to live.

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At one hundred and four degrees in the shade, this was one of the hottest days of the year. And on long summer days like this, there was nothing Susan enjoyed more than soaking up nature's splendor while tanning under the bright midday sun. Wearing nothing but a pair of shades, the 20-something "fitness influencer" nestled her long and chiseled body deeper into the taut hammock as she passively listened to the melodic melodies of sparrows hidden somewhere within the canopy surrounding her country home. The sparrows' singing were joined by crickets soon thereafter, and then the crickets were followed by the intermittent baritone rhythm of frogs; their bellowing tones wafting on breezes blown across the adjacent pound. This relaxing orchestra of woodland creatures soon caused Susan's eyelids grew heavier as she drifted off to sleep. However, the sweltering outside temperature and high humidity caused Susan to awake after merely fifteen minutes; her throat dry and her nude body glistening with perspiration. Luckily, Susan had thought ahead and planned for this contingency. A small decorative wooden table stood nearby the fitness beauty's hammock at arms length, containing only a tall sweating glass of iced tea and a miniature lacquer box (no bigger than postcard) that was secured with a hinged lid.

Susan stretched her long slender arms towards the melting glass of tea, nonchalantly bumping the small box and jostling it as she brought the ice cold container to her face for a much needed sip. However, instead of taking a sip she greedily gulped down her entire drink, thereafter letting out a satisfied sigh as she held the glass up for examination; sloshing its contents to note only a half-dozen clinking cubes of melting ice remained. Setting the glass back onto its table, she reached for the lacquer box. Susan lifted the glossy wooden box to her face and slowly pulled up the lid to reveal its hidden contents. There, crowded and still hunched over by the force of the lid's roof, crouched precisely as many tiny disheveled men as were ice-cubes in her glass; each of them starting to crawl among the velvet lined interior of the box. The six little men had barely enough time for their eyes to adjust when Susan tipped her box forward, unceremoniously spilling the tiny creatures over her expansive nude form, their puny bodies tumbling and sliding across their giant master's glossy wet skin.

Susan grabbed an ice-cube from her drink to heighten the sensation of what she had planned. Setting the melting ice-cube against her exhausted stomach muscles forced them to immediately contract, pulling tight under her nearly tanned skin; causing two of the closest tiny men to lose their footing and fall prostrate against her flexing abs. Susan watched the little men for several minutes as they tried to right themselves. She giggled aloud at the absurdity of their relative sizes compared to her and their pathetic attempts to stand against the gentle rocking and breathing of her godlike body. After amusing herself for long enough, she finally spoke to the six bug-sized specks stumbling across her toned physique.

"You there . . . " she said pointing to one of the little men. "You climb up my left breast and take care of that area."

"You there. . . you climb up my right breast. That section is yours." The little men paused and look up motionless to the glistening living mountain of flesh rising into the sky before them.

"You two stay by the ice-cube. You're each on stomach duty."

"And the last two take each collar area and neck region."

Still the little men had not moved, completely confused and overwhelmed by their predicament or how they even ended up in their box prison for what seemed like days without food or water.

"MOVE!" The giantess boomed down at the obstinate batch of tiny creatures.

This got them to scatter wildly to their positions; desperately righting themselves with each slippery fall as they scrambled up their respective terrain towards their assigned areas.

Once each little man arrived at their destination, the goddess continued with her commands.

"Each of you will lick up all the sweat from your section until it's bone dry. Anyone failing to finish their section before I finish my tan in the next twenty minutes will be squished to death."

The little men fell to their knees and immediately started licking the surface of the giant's skin without further question. They desperately lapped up marble-sized droplets of salty sweat; their little tongues frantically exploring each oily pore for traces of perspiration while unavoidably collecting speaks of dirt and dead skin flakes in their tiny mouths. A few of the smarter little men began to despair internally as they realized that each additional new bead of sweat was appearing faster than they were able to dispose of the old ones. The day's sweltering humidity mixed with Susan's carnal pleasure with the sensations generated by their tiny tongues produced an increasing amount of moisture. There was much too much sweat for them to handle. Their task was hopeless. The smart ones realized that they probably only had twenty minutes to live.