*Look deep into my eyes, gentle readers. Slightly beneath the mad gleam you'll see horror and pleasure and everything that is good and worthy in the Realms of Giantess. And that is the source of that playful and unnerving gleam. -Velocity*

No Use For A Name
(And oddly enough I guess that is a name)
By Velocity Elf

A man sat on a vast barren plain. He was squatting comfortably,forearms swung out over his knees in an age-old stance, the crouch of someone who had no use for appearances, a hunter, a painter on cave walls.

He remembered the first day he had set eyes upon her. She had made the breath catch in his throat. She was staring down into the cash register's drawer deliberating which bills to give the customer back as change for a hundred. Chewing on her lower lip. A wisp of blonde hair dangling down into her face, making her look like a Victorian lady. He desperately wanted to talk to her, to befriend her, to make her see that he was good hearted and kind and full of promise, for he was already in love.

The man's unkempt hair was tied back in a long ponytail. He was naked, it did not seem to bother him. His body was strongly muscled, his skin covered with the faint scars of deep scratches and past wounds.

she practically lived at his apartment. Lovemaking with the balcony's sliding glass door open to the rain. Comparing their favorite names for a boy or a girl. Bliss. His new job at the advertising agency. He had pulled some strings with a friend and landed her a job as a model. She was a parts model mainly: hands, feet, lips, eyes. She wasn't quite tall enough to make any of the Good Money. She used to laugh about that.

The man's eyes had a haunted look to them, coupled with great wisdom and restraint. He had accepted his Fate long ago.

He never did tell her. He hinted at it for a while, but she wasn't that imaginative, she wouldn't have accepted it cleanly, she would have analyzed it, picked it apart, and him along with it. She found his box in the bottom of his closet when she was at his apartment alone, cleaning. The stories weren't enough, the pictures weren't enough, it was the floppy disks. His own stock. She had viewed his disks on his laptop. His custom pictures and stories starring her. She never did confront him. He suspected she knew; his collection was put back in an unfamiliar order into the box, and she had a quiet air about her for more than a week.

He stared out across his Home, his Territory. He was the Great Hunter. 'A man's home is his castle.' He laughed out loud suddenly. He stood up and stretched, yawning, a twisted smile played across his lips. He bent and retrieved his spear. The man hefted the spear onto a shoulder and took off at a steady jog, a pace he could keep for hours if he had to. A half mile over his head the central air kicked on.

THE BEGINNING

she walked to where it had been. Looking down she saw a tiny rectangle on the pavement. She nudged it with a toe before picking it up. With her heart pounding in her chest she drove back to her house.

David awoke. He sat up groggily, holding one hand to a painful head. Where was he? He couldn't remember anything other than the vague suspicion that something unusual, something bad had happened to him. He was in a nice four post bed in a white room, a bedroom. There was a partially opened door leading into a bathroom and another door behind him, shut. The foot of the bed faced a wall filled with large windows. It looked strange outside, as if there was a storm brewing or something. From where he was he couldn't make out a definate horizon, he also couldn't tell if it was day or night. There was some sort of distant light streaming in through the windows, like the sun on a cloudy day.

David got up out of bed slowly, his whole body ached very badly. He noticed that he had strange bruises and scrapes across his whole body. His penis was painfully raw and red for some reason, the pubic hair around his sensative member was tangled as if someone had purposefully rubbed as hard as they could in circles to knot it. He realized that he had on one sock. David looked around in a daze for the rest of his clothes. Besides the bed the room was empty. His skin smelled of something he couldn't quite place. David staggered into the bathroom only to find that the toilet lid did not lift, it was molded of the same material as the rest of the toilet, it all appeared to be one piece. He caught himself with his arms on the counter and leaned there for a few long moments, trying to steady himself. David looked up into the mirror, from what he could see he looked like absolute shit, hair matted, bags under his eyes and large bruises all over himself. The mirror was blurred, it looked like someone had smeared a light coat of vaseline onto it. He rubbed at a spot on the mirror and then staggered back to try and focus on what was all over it. It was some sort of light oil in a strange pattern that crossed almost the entire length of the huge mirror. It looked as if the mirror was packed in oiled plastic sheets that were simply peeled off, leaving a pattern behind in oil that looked like a huge rough uneven swirl. He realized that the sink and the faucets were also fakes, made of some heavy chromed material like plastic or fiberglass.

David groaned and turned, shambling slowly out of the bathroom. Something caught his eye as he passed into the bedroom, several of the windows on the opposite wall had huge smears on them. He walked as fast as he could to the windows. It was another complex swirled pattern of some oily substance across the entirety of the window in front of him. He realized what it was. His stomach knotted painfully. It was a fingerprint. A fingerprint as big as he was. His hair stood up on the back of his neck. He looked out the window at the landscape beyond and a scream escaped his throat.

David looked out onto a reality gone mad. Huge shapes, colors and textures lay vastly before his gaze, like the Grand Canyon. Somehow the scene looked familiar to him.

Then he realized where he was.

It was his girlfriend Cheryl's bedroom.

A wooden table stretched out beneath the structure he was in, slightly beyond that he could see the back of a chair rising up past the crisp mahogany edge of the plain. A messy bed the size of a huge island lay a mile or more across the room. Sitting in the middle of the bed was Cheryl, an impossible titaness. She was completely naked, her Legs bent up in front of her, she was painting her toenails, she did not notice him peeking out, or hear his next terrified scream as he laid his eyes upon her.

'My Girlfriend shrank me!!!'

Darkness swallowed him up.

David awoke in a wet puddle of his own urine and cum, he realized that he must have fainted. He got to his feet quickly. He cautiously went to the window and looked out. Cheryl sat on her bed, cotton balls wedged between her toes, waiting for her polish to dry. The sight of her made him want to gibber madly, she was impossibly huge. She had something cupped in her palm and her face was very close to it, stooped over, studying it. His Girlfriend shook the object over her cupped Hand and then set it down on her bedside table, she was nudging something around in her palm with a finger, something she had shaken loose. David realized what she had set down on the table top, it was his car! Shrunk along with him, it was perhaps three to four inches long! she had dumped the contents of his car out into her palm and was sifting through them with a fingertip. He didn't know how or why she had made him tiny, and that thought to him was enough to make him want to cum again, but he had to escape! He had no idea of what his dominating Girlfriend would do to him now that he was the size of an insect to her. Then it hit him. He did know what she would do because she had already done things to him. His bruises. The faint scent of hand lotion upon him. His sore penis, and his knotted pubic hair.

'Oh god! she stripped me and did things to me while I was unconscious!'

He felt very sick to his stomach. A sickening vision flashed in his mind for a moment before he pushed it away; him tiny, naked, and unaware as her fingers explored him. David crouched below the window's ledge, she must not know he was awake! He had to hide or escape! He heard a sound like thunder; she just cleared her throat. A tremendous creaking noise like a glacier settling followed. He heard and felt a deep quick rumble.

'A footstep??!!?'

He peeked above the window ledge out in her direction. He saw her naked stomach and pubic hair level with him and across the room. 'she was moving around out there! She was coming to get him!!' In an absolute panic he ran in a shocked erratic circle around the room. 'If I hide she'll see that I am awake and look for me.' David did the only thing he could think of; he quickly slid under the bedcovers and layed completely still. The rumbles approached, soon his bed was rocked by them . 'Oh my god.' The footsteps stopped. There was a moment of silence. He could hear her breathing outside the room. He was trembling, his eyes were clamped shut tightly. He heard her lick her lips, a loud wet smacking noise. There was a deafening impact on the side of the house that shook everything. 'Oh my god oh my god oh my god......' He heard the terrible sound of her nails across the wall outside of the bedroom. There was a tremendous noise all around him, the air pressure suddenly changed drastically, his ears popped. 'The wall! The wall is gone!!' He lay as still as he could, his teeth chattered, the blankets wrapped around him quaked with his fright. The air around him moved suddenly, pushed into the room, it became dark under the covers as something huge swept over him. The covers were torn away, David tried to stay perfectly still. Something huge and cold and smooth touched his entire side. 'A fingernail! she....is....touching....me!!!' He was nudged so hard by her nail that it knocked the breath out of him. Something much larger than him and warm and ridged lowered down onto his front side as he lay there silently crying. It was a fingertip. He started to sob raggedly, unable to cope with the situation at all, panic was overtaking him. The fingertip lay upon him perfectly still. 'She's checking to see whether I am breathing or not.' David overpowered his sobbing and tried to breathe as calmly as he could. He slitted his eyes open slightly and saw the great curving ridged underside of her index fingernail over his head and shoulders. He came again, all over the pad of her index finger.

Suddenly the index finger was gone, David glimpsed her thumb and index finger unfolding over him before he shut his eyes and braced himself for her touch. It was like being suddenly gently smashed between two slightly soft and resilient cars as he was picked up and carried away between two of her fingers. He was quickly set back down, he could see her unbelievably huge form moving around him. He spotted the toes of one of her Feet settle down close to him. 'I'm on her bed..... Oh god, please don't do anything to me!' He watched her fingers fly to and fro, she was going to rub lotion or oil into her feet. He heard a creak and some grinding noises. 'A top being unscrewed.' A wonderful fragrance filled the air. 'Cutile oil!' David felt himself stiffen as he feigned unconsciousness, laying there so close to her huge toes and fingers. She was rubbing the oil into her cuticles now. Her huge perfect fingers gliding over her exquisite toes. David couldn't help it, his penis rose to attention. After a few more minutes she started on her finger's cuticles, still keeping her Hands close to his level. A shadow fell over him. An oil slick fingertip glided seductively down his frontside. He shivered. He heard the breath catch slightly in her throat. Her finger withdrew. 'she knows I am awake!!!' The bed beneath him moved and creaked as she moved around him. He squeezed his eyes shut. He lay perfectly still, a minute went by, his giantess girlfriend sitting still, towering over him on the bed. A shadow descended onto him. He slitted his eyes open slightly, and almost jumped up to run. Her foot had lowered down, her toes were right above him. Her big toe and it's smaller sister flexed open, he was grasped between her big toe and her second toe. Hot resilient flesh held him, his skin stuck to her moist flesh cloyingly. Her foot lowered onto the bed. He tried as hard as he could to remain limp through the whole ordeal.

'I am between Cheryl's toes!! I am between her toes!!!'

"I see that you're awake now," she giggled thunderously, and He was suddenly let go of, he stuck momentarily to the moist side of her big toe, and then he slid down her flesh to under her toes. her second toe lowered onto his crotch and began to rub him between his legs. "Come on David, I know that you're awake......" her cushiony toepad probed harder against his penis, it's ridged and oily surface making him clench his teeth in pain. He relaxed his body and kept his eyes shut, perhaps after a little while if he did not respond she would leave him be, or better yet, put him back where the bedroom was. Her huge toe lolled him around limply beneath it. She was punishing him for not responding. Her toe pressed all over his body, feeling him slowly, spreading it's dense pad down upon him. 'When will she stop!!? I ...can't...stand...this...anymore!!' He heard her sigh frustratedly above him. "Oh, I wish you would hurry and wake up!" her toepad pressed against his chest and face, dabbing it's flesh against him. Cuticle oil clung to his face and burned his notrils and eyes. A shadow descended and her toe reared up, a fingernail rolled him out from beneath her toes. The bed moved all around him, he was thrown and rolled about several times as the surface beneath him formed slopes next to her immense weight. Suddenly cable-like hair slapped over him. He felt her breath rushing down at him in gusts. 'She is looking at me!!!' All grew dark, he felt two cold hard edges press against each of his cheeks. 'Her nails.' His head was twisted from side to side. He heard a growl of frustration from her, it made his hair whip around. His face was gently let go of. His penis was touched by a cold smooth nail, it stuck to the nail, bound by the thick oil. Her fingertip smashed his penis downwards against his body. The huge Digit covered him from his ribs downwards. His ankles hurt as his feet were forced straight by her fingertips unyielding weight.When she raised her fingertip David stuck to it for a moment, he fell back to the bed and hurt himself as he took the fall limp as a ragdoll. His elbow at the joint and his neck hurt badly. He saw stars for a moment, as he gritted his teeth in pain and concentration. She moved again, he had the sense that she was moving away from him. "You're just no fun, I spent all this time getting ready for you, and you won't even wake up!"

He felt two fingers pinch him up, then he was moved at a dizzying speed, he was placed on a warm, ridged surface. 'Her palm! I am in the palm of Cheryl's hand!' Darkness descended on him once again and he felt her flesh pressing all around him, she had closed her Hand. The fleshy cave he lay balled up inside rocked back and forth, she was walking. The flesh receded and light streamed down upon him. He heard a sink being turned on, it sounded like a dam being purged. Suddenly something cold and wet and harshly rough was being smashed and rubbed across him. 'A washrag?' He felt like the skin was being scraped from him. She spent a bit washing between his legs, it was everything in his power not to twitch or yelp out in pain. A nail rolled him over in her palm and his baskside was washed too. The sink was turned off. Two wet fingertips hoisted him into the air, he felt her Breath all over him again. 'Inspecting me to see if I am cleaner.' He was lowered. He was rocked back and forth, his arms and head listing to and fro against her thumbtip's bulging pad limply. He felt himself lifted up in the air, and her breath again. Flesh that was hot and amazingly soft pressed wetlyagainst his head and shoulders, forming into every crevice upon his body which it touched. 'A kiss!' Then he was lowered and he felt the bed beneath him once again. His limbs were grasped like twigs in her nailtips and rearranged on the bed. The sheet and blanket were lowered onto him and he felt her tug at them to straighten them. The wall was replaced.

Cheryl, the huge goddess, thundered away, leaving him there in the dark.

David lay very still for probably close to an hour. Once in a while he could hear her, her footsteps like fast decisive earthquakes. He did not know how he had come here, or how she managed to shrink him. David figured that he was an inch, perhaps an inch and a half tall. Small enough to lay on one of her upturned fingertips, small enough that the world to him was now an impossibly dangerous place. Where would he go if he did escape? How would he survive? She lived in the middle of nowhere, there was no way he could even make it to another house, even if he could, no normal sized person would see him before he was stepped on like a bug. "You're no fun, I spent all this time getting ready for you, and you won't even wake up!" He shivered. She had spent a lot of money on a manicure and pedicure, like she did before a photo shoot, even her face looked different, younger. Did she know about his fetish? How he had always fantasized about her being a giantess? 'That day-my collection had been looked through!' she had to know. That was the only explanation. 'Was that what this was all about?' It had to be. The thought of him actually being tiny compared to her must have hit a deep nerve in her psyche. She had always been very controlling of him. It suited her to be a giantess, she had the lack of concern about other people. She would get off on the power, and he knew how she loved to take care of her hands and feet. She knew that she wasn't the only one that admired her pretty feet and hands, David had made that clear to her when they started dating seriously. "Admirer" didn't cover his obsession. That must have been amusing and sexually stimulating to find out that her boyfirend wanted to be shrunk, to be a plaything.

She had fulfilled his one wish. Why was he so scared then?

Fear. The fear of her temper, of her sexual appetite, of her vanity and ego. Now he was hers, literally.

David took a long time to gather the courage to rise from the bed. It wasn't the action so much as the vulnerability if he did so. In bed he could always act unconscious if she came for him again. If he was awake when she came back to check on him what would she be capable of? 'Huge beautiful toes against my tiny body. Perfect fingers invading me. Eyes, lips, her Pussy-so much to be explored by, pressed against....squashed to death like a bug.'

'No!'

He stood up and looked out the window. She was on her bed, naked. She was doing something with her hands. She was reeling out a length of black thread, she bit it off and stood up. The floor beneath him quivered almost imperceptably. 'Oh my god... I could feel that! she is so enormous!' David backed away a step and crouched instinctively. She set the thread down next to her bed. She walked in his direction. David began to make a low panicked moaning sound from his throat unconsciously. Her body filled the windows in a blink of an eye. Bellybutton, hips, pubic hair. David wanted so desperately to move. He couldn't will his body to work. She was just outside. Her body lowered and moved away as she bent at the legs. Stomach, ribs, breasts, neck. 'Her face! Her face!' An eye filled the windows outside. It focused on him. 'So tiny, I am so tiny. I am so tiny. I am so tiny.' her Eye crinkled. She was smiling at him. "You're awake now!" The windows shook, the floor beneath him shook. "How do you like your new size? Isn't it wonderful? We'll have so much fun now that you're tiny. You're my new pet now! I was going to tie your little foot to the bed so you didn't stray to far when you woke up, but it looks like I won't have to now. Here, let me get rid of this." she was being too nice. She was revelling in her triumph over him. In her power. She was talking as if he were a child or a puppy. Her fingers flew up and the wall shook, it was pulled away, revealing her eyes and the bridge of her nose. "There." David began to scream. Her eyes frowned in shallow concern. "What's wrong with you? I won't hurt you. We'll do all those things you have always wanted to do with me now." David kept screaming, he was losing his voice. Her look changed to one of annoyance. "Stop that." David stood as he was screaming and urinated a small amount straight out in front of him from his swollen erection. "You little-" her hand swept up to the ledge and her index finger unfolded. David spun in terror and ran for the doorway out of the tiny fake bedroom. He was smashed to the ground beneath something huge and heavy. It moved sideways, rolling him forcefully onto his back. David looked at the tip of her gleaming index fingernail as it curved away from under his chin. Her fingertip was settled on his entire body, only his head stuck out past it. Her fingertip raised. Her fingertip fell onto him again. "YOU" *tap* "Don't" *tap* "Run" *tap* "Away" *tap* "From" *tap* "Me!" her finger settled on him again. "Do you understand?" "Yes please! Yes, I understand!" He cried. "Good. Now then." her finger rose and her thumb joined it. David cringed under them. She smiled again evilly and he was plucked up between her mammoth digits.

He was carried over to the bed and set down gently upon it. She lowered down next to him and he tumbled down the incline of the mattress under her weight and collided with the flesh of her leg. Her fingers plucked him up and he was sat upon her expansive, naked stomach. Her hand settled next to him, palm down, fingers spread. "I went through a lot of trouble to shrink you, and now I want you to thank me. First off, I want you to kiss my fingertips, worship them, fuck them." He stood up on shaky legs, she twitched her stomach, he tumbled down again. She laughed explosively. "Well, come on!" He stood again, a fingertip reached out over him and crushed him into her flesh. It retreated. He stood. She flexed her fingers expectantly. He ran to her index fingertip and knelt down, rubbing his hands over it's bulk,kissing it, rubbing his penis over her nail and her cuticle. Her other hand flew past him overhead and began to rub her pussy. He hugged her fingertip to him, pressing himself against it. He nuzzled her nail's smooth polish with his face. He clung to her mighty and exquisite finger. He felt himself rise upwards into the air. His perfect steed flew him downwards to her blonde framed pussy. He was mashed against her clitoris. She ran him along the folds of herself. David licked and caressed with abandon. He felt a spasm through her flesh around him. He was extracted, still clinging to her fingertip and dropped to her dtomach. She gently grabbed him between thumb and forefinger before he could manage to stand and began to squeeze and roll him slowly between her fleshy pads. Meanwhile her other hand was finger fucking herself. David couldn't breathe. Her huge fingertips had squeezed the air slowly from his lungs. She was twisting him back and forth slowly, David could feel his joints, compacted to near immobility against him and grinding in terrible pain. The long bones of his body were flexed, slowly being bruised by the immovable and subtle pressure of her cushiony flesh. His head thrashed as his body instinctively panicked in the futile search for oxygen. David's eyes rolled back in his head and he heard a dull building roar that seemed to come from somewhere within himself. His mind did a coy dance away from him into the twilight.

Cheryl looked down at her tiny pet, he was thrashing between her fingers. She realized how delicate he really was. The thought of how close she had just come to snuffing out his life in her fingers made her quake deep inside. She relinquished her grasp on David and her free hand dove to her pussy. She wailed and rose up, back arched slightly and trembling. The cresting orgasm raced through her nerve endings seeking an outlet and for a moment she felt like she was rising weightless up off of the bed.

David's tortured body slipped from the huge Digits and fell into a heap on her stomach. Sweet air rushed back into his lungs and he lay there coughing, trying to regain a hold on consciousness. The surface beneath him trembled and he heard thunder across the sky overhead. His world tilted and bucked crazily, David tried to crawl only managing a feeble palsied lunge with one arm. He slid across her, and her sweat clung to his frontside, plastering him against flesh like a wet piece of grass. She rippled beneath him, and David lay there, moving only his eyes, gasping in gulps of air. A sweat droplet rolled down an incline in the landscape that was Cheryl and clung to his face. He inhaled some of it before he knew what had happened. David coughed violently and weakly rolled away from the thick hot liquid.

'Where am I? How long have I been here? Forever? Always?' Nothing looked real to him at all. 'I am in shock.' He found this revelation hilarious. He heard a booming sound from somewhere around him, he realized dully that it was a mighty voice. 'That's not God. God isn't a female.' "Oh my.......Oh my!" Cheryl boomed, a weak smile crossed her features. 'Cheryl isn't God. No one can be God.' David focused on a mountain on one side of him, it slowly revealed itself to be Cheryl's upper body, her breasts and her distant head. "I never imagined......,"she sighed and looked down at David. "Was it a wild ride for you, my little bug?" she laughed like a challenging storm front. David very slowly pushed himself up onto one arm. He opened his mouth to ask her if she was God and wobbled, coughing, saliva threaded down his chin. David threw up and fell to her flesh, gasping and trembling.

.......................Darkness........Sweet Oblivion..............