Land of the Giants, the Next Generation

The evil but beautiful Dr. Demi Moore had captured one of the Little People, Ryan Phillipe, a young 18 year old actor on earth boy, and his small dog, a feisty Jack Russell Terrier named Spot, and was holding him as a hostage to be exchanged with the pilot of the little people's ship, Captain Keanu Reeves. She had placed Sam and his dog in a birdcage which she had placed on a book table in her library, and left her sister Carrie-Ann Moss, who was nicknamed "Trinity" to watch and guard them.

Trinity had never seen any of the Little People and after Demi greeted her at the door, she said goodbye as Demi left, but not before warning her to expect Captain Reeves to appear shortly trying to rescue Ryan. Trinity closed the front door heavily and then turned and walked loudly towards the library. She wanted the boy to know she was coming, but she also was wondering wordlessly what it would be like to be a giantess. The door was closed. She was wearing a skin tight sleeveless black top, very tight black stretch pants, black sunglasses and black boots. She liked to show off her muscles as she worked out constantly and had just come from the gym and was still glistening with sweat.

Trinity flexed her muscles and felt her biceps. She knew she could almost comically easily handle Keanu or anyone else that came with him, as the little people were barely 4 inches tall and were un-armed. She was also very eager for him to try and challenge her in a rescue. Wait until he gets a load of me, she thought. Trinity had seen a picture of Keanu and thought him to be very handsome, and had dressed to impress him. He was actually just her type, and she was a little infatuated by him, if he had been her size. Being only 1/20th her size was also somewhat intriguing though. She looked down at her boots and tried to imagine him standing between them. She could see him as if he was actually down there looking up at her looming over him, also wearing sunglasses, a long black trench coat, black t-shirt and boots not unlike her own. She put her hands on her hips intimidatingly and looked down at this imaginary Lilliputian, smiling, wondering what he'd laughably try to do to stop HER? She was salivating with anticipation. Well, for now, she thought, she'd have to settle for Ryan and Spot, who's pictures she'd also seen. He was also incredibly good looking, but was a little young for her.

Loudly, she turned the door knob, and slowly, as ominously as she could, opened the heavy wood door and stepped as loudly as she could onto the polished wood floor.

Loudly, Trinity turned the doorknob, and slowly, as ominously as she could, opened the heavy wood door and stepped as loudly as she could onto the polished wood floor.

Trinity turned towards the table and saw the birdcage and amazingly, a tiny boy. The dog began barking a high pitched bark warning her he would defend his territory. She smiled and slowly as sexily and intimidatingly as she could, sauntered towards the table.

As she reached it she folded her arms over her chest and looked down at the tiny pair. Ryan's hands were on the bars looking up at her. She slowly, ponderously, emphasizing her immense size, lowered her face to the table to look at Ryan and the dog who was still barking excitedly.

She looked at Ryan who was calm and unafraid, and then at Spot, less than an inch high, who was yapping away. She took a deep breath, put her lips near Spot and blew as hard as she could. He flew up into the air and far over to the other side of the cage, apparently though, unfazed since he ran right back to where he was. Trinity chuckled.

She turned her attention to Ryan who had not changed his placid expression. "Hello, Ryan," she said. "My name is Trinity. Aren't you a little afraid of me?"

Now Ryan laughed, "You don't scare me. Let me out of this cage and I'll show you how 'scared' I am."

Trinity was impressed by this tiny mite's spunk, since he truly did look fearless. "You know as well as I do, I could hurt you -bad- if I wanted to Shorty," Trinity said smiling.

"Show me," said Ryan. "You sound real tough when I'm in here."

Trinity shook her head in disbelief at this bravery. Ryan sounded as if he didn't know he was just over 3 inches high. She reached her huge fingers over to the door and opened it. "Come on out Tiny," she said as she opened it.

Ryan stared at the open door as Spot ran out towards Trinity's fist, which was on the table, still yapping. Trinity flicked him gently with her pinkie sending him sprawling, which of course, Spot did not notice, resuming his attack.

"My name - is Ryan," said Ryan as he stepped out of the cage and walked towards Trinity provocatively.

Trinity reached over to the cage door and opened it. "Come on out Tiny," she said as she opened it. Ryan stared at the open door as Spot ran out towards Trinity's fist, which was on the table, still yapping. Trinity flicked him gently with her pinkie sending him sprawling, which of course, Spot did not notice, resuming his attack. "My name - is Ryan," said Ryan as he stepped out of the cage and walked towards Trinity provocatively.

Ryan came up to her fist resting on the desk, which was a good 2 feet higher than his head, and kicked it. "You don't scare us. None of you do," said Ryan. "Get out of our way. Spot and I are leaving."

Trinity observed all this with a bemused expression, and with her other hand gently nudged Ryan back from her fist an inch or so. Ryan pushed as hard as he could back at her but Trinity didn't feel a gram of pressure, which surprised even her.

"I'd like to see this," she thought. She slowly stood up to her full height. "Be my guest! Go ahead and leave."

Ryan looked up at her and called for Spot. He picked Spot up and walked to the edge of the table and looked down. It was over a 70-foot drop.

"Well?" asked Trinity. "Go ahead."

Ryan set Spot back down on the table and got down on his hands and knees to look over its edge. Spot looked over too and suddenly jumped over its edge.

"Whoops!" shouted Trinity deftly catching Spot in a quick snatching motion. "You guys better be careful. Here, let me help you," Trinity said reaching for Ryan.

"NO! We don't need your help!" said Ryan dodging her humongous hand. But as quickly as she caught Spot she snagged the back of Ryan's shirt with a pinch and lifted him high into the air as high as she could reach. As he dangled above her kicking and trying to strike her with his fists, Trinity watched.

"I don't have all day," she said. "I'm going to help you get down on the floor. You can thank me then." Slowly she lowered him down, down through the air, all the way down to the floor, where she dropped him gently an inch or so above the wood floor, and Ryan fell flat on his face. She then lowered her closed fist to the ground and opened it. Spot bounded off her open palm onto the floor. Trinity then slowly stood back up stretching herself up to her full height and imperiously gazed down at the very, very tiny figures near her boots. She felt not just over a hundred feet tall, but a mile tall looking at these fragile beings at her feet. She placed a heavy foot on each side of the two, looking down at them smiling. Spot, who was not even as tall as her sole, jumped up and down against her shoe barking. Ryan got up and shoved against her 20-foot long boot as hard as he could. "I told you to leave me alone," he shouted angrily. Then he turned away. "Come on Spot, we're leaving."

"You didn't say thank you yet," said Trinity, putting a foot on each side of them again, blocking their exit. Ryan tried to run through them, but she repositioned her large black leather boots to block them again, with what to her were little baby steps. He again made a dash, but she easily countered every move he made. Finally, she lay down with a massive move of her skyscapers sized legs, on the floor on her stomach, and made a fence aroung them with her chest, forearms, and hands. Ryan looked all around him for an escape route, while Trinity watched the easily trapped and corraled pair look for options.
Trinity watched them as they searched for an escape route. "Now, you need to thank me for helping you. And, one way or another, you are going to tell me where your Captain is. Or should I call him "Neo" since that's the name he goes by"