The scene starts with Miss Whitney Morgan walking along hard pavement in her patent leather high heels - completely oblivious to the fact that her little teenie tiny pet is still trapped in her thigh high stocking beneath her highly arched foot.. As she sits down for a smoke, it hits her "OOPSY! Guess I should take you out for a breather little tiny guy!"

Little does he know, he's not going to get a breath of FRESH air.. but that of second hand smoke, as she lights up a cigarette whilst shoving him in the filter first. With every drag from her cig, he gets the first bre...

The scene starts with Miss Whitney Morgan walking along hard pavement in her patent leather high heels - completely oblivious to the fact that her little teenie tiny pet is still trapped in her thigh high stocking beneath her highly arched foot.. As she sits down for a smoke, it hits her "OOPSY! Guess I should take you out for a breather little tiny guy!"

Little does he know, he's not going to get a breath of FRESH air.. but that of second hand smoke, as she lights up a cigarette whilst shoving him in the filter first. With every drag from her cig, he gets the first breath in her giant mouth. Once in a while, she pulls him out, squeezing him in her fingertips as she blows billows of massive smoke in his tiny little face - giggling with evil laughter as she taunts her little tiny man - even singeing him with the flaming hot butt of her lit cigarette.. Just a little reminder who's boss.

She doesn't destroy him though, she doesn't squash him out with her cig.. She pops him back in the carton to torment another day.. And with other dominate giantess Goddesses in her household.