GRAVITY
by willie

part I

Tom always wanted to be famous, but his big chance had come and
gone. Now he sat on his sofa paging through the Guinness book of world
records looking for some way to get his name in print. Records were made
to be broken. There had to be something in the book that he could do
longer than the last person.
Tom had some free time to kill. He was a physicist whose company
cut back and laid off fifteen percent of it's technical work force. Only
in the year 2048 could someone with a masters degree in quantum physics
be laid off.
Two weeks after his twenty fifth birthday, Tom got his pink slip.
He had heard rumors that the project he was working on had lost its
funding. He couldn't believe that management would just pull the plug
when they were so close to success. Tom believed it now.
At first Tom was devastated. He gave everything he had to his
job and the project he was working on. He spent so many hours at work
that not only did he have no girlfriend, but he hadn't dated in years.
He even fell away from his family who lived half a continent away. He
was planning on becoming famous when his project finally succeeded, but
that dream went out the window when funding ceased.
As he paged through the book, Tom came to the shrinking records.
There were pages of these. Scientists finally learned how to shrink atoms
in 2012. The law of conservation of matter was dealt with by transforming
the excess mass into heat energy. Therefore, a large amount of heat was
given off during the transformation and conversely a large amount was
required for the growing back process. By 2016, they were successfully
shrinking people and growing them back. Expensive shrink machines soon
became available, but for obvious reasons were immediately outlawed. That
didn't stop the hoards of shrinking people from setting world records.
Now if one wanted to be shrunk, he had to go through official
government channels. An application had to be filled out. Both the
shrinker and custodian of the shrinker had to file the form, giving their
reason for the request. If permission was granted, the shrinking was
performed by a government agency for a large fee.
One record quickly caught Tom's eye. The record for living in a
woman's underwear while she had it on was 20 hours. That wasn't very
long, he thought. The record for living in cleavage was fifteen hours
longer. Tom got to thinking. What limited these records weren't the fact
that a two inch tall man couldn't survive in a woman's panties for
twenty hours. If the woman was careful, a tiny man should live for days
in her underwear. What limited it was the fact that the woman had to go
to the bathroom and pull her panties down, thus ending the attempt. Tom
had an idea. It had something to do with the project he had been working
on.
The project Tom worked on for the past two years involved
building a containment field around a small object. He and his fellow
physicists took six months to conquer this problem. Once the field was
established, the physicists in the group began changing different
parameters inside the field. They were able to set up a totally separate
universe inside the containment field where they could test the different
laws of physics of our own universe.
After some time, Tom and his coworkers were able to create a
universe where Newton's three laws were no longer valid. They were also
able to change the universal coefficient of gravity. They could make the
force of gravity inside the field so high that two objects inside the
field were drawn together like magnets.
Tom had an idea to get into the book. Tom's idea was to shrink
himself down to two inches, and wrap a containment field around himself.
A universe could be made around him with a high enough coefficient of
gravity that he would stick to any other object that entered the field.
A woman's panties were what he had in mind. He could lie back on the
panties or the woman's ass like he was lying on the ground, no matter
what position he was in. Tom had to run this idea through someone else.
The only person that he came close to trusting with his idea was Sharon
from work.
Tom called Sharon on the telephone. Sharon worked on the project
with him, although she wasn't laid off. When the project stopped she was
transferred to another group. Because she was a couple years younger
than Tom and a women, she made less money than Tom made. Women
physicists were rare, so the company was able to find another position
for her. Tom and Sharon were friends, good friends. She knew about his
desire to be shrunk. In fact she often teased him about it.
After exchanging pleasantries, Tom explained his idea to Sharon
and asked her if it would work. "It should work", she said. "I can get
everything we need to build the device from the lab. But who are you
going to use for the woman?"
"I haven't thought that far yet", Tom answered. "Do you have any
ideas?"
"What about me? Since I'm getting the equipment and know how to
use it, it's only fair that I be the one. Besides, ever since you told
me about your desire to shrink, I've secretly shared your fantasy from
the other point of view. Not only do we both get to fulfill a fantasy,
we get to have our names put into the record book. Furthermore, who can
you trust more than me?"
Tom couldn't believe what he was hearing. He liked Sharon a lot,
more than just a friend, but never said anything about it to her. "Cool",
he said. "Let's apply right away for a shrinking permit." They talked a
little longer and agreed to meet that night over dinner to discuss it
and fill out the application.
They met as planned and filled out the permit application.
Sharon put together a list of what they needed to build the device. The
next day Tom sent the application away. He didn't know if it would be
approved. The government got tougher on the whole shrinking subject
after a series of shrinking related deaths a few years back. Tom then
called the number in the back of the book of world records to schedule
the whole thing with the Guinness people. A tentative date was set for
someone, probably a woman, to come to Sharon's house to supervise the
actual setting of the record.
Three weeks passed before Tom received his self addressed
stamped envelope containing the shrinking permit. Tom was given
permission to shrink to no smaller than two inches for no longer than
one week. Tom planned on staying small for just long enough to set a new
record. Although the thought of being held captive by the beautiful and
sexy Sharon excited him, it also scared him. There were too many things
a two inch tall man was vulnerable to.
Tom immediately called Sharon to let her know that they were
approved. Sharon had stolen the necessary equipment and the two had
already built the device. They tested it on bugs and it worked like a
charm. After a final call to the Guinness people, the record setting was
set for the coming Saturday.
Sharon had arranged for the company she worked for to shrink Tom
with the shrinking machine they owned. Since they were the ones that
laid Tom off, they could hardly say no. The shrinking was to be done
Saturday morning. Tom was to then spend all day and night in Sharon's
panties. Carla, from Guinness was going to spend the day with Sharon to
witness the event.
Everything was set, but there was just one slight problem. As
Saturday approached, Tom began getting cold feet. Besides the constant
butterflies in his stomach, Tom was becoming more and more frightened.
He trusted Sharon, but accidents do happen. For days, he could think of
nothing else but what Sharon's giant round ass would look like up close
and what a lethal weapon it would be to someone two inches tall.
Tom lied awake for hours Friday night. Early Saturday morning he
decided that there was no way he was going through with the shrinking.
Once he convinced himself of this, he was able to finally doze off.
Tom woke with a start and grabbed the phone. "Hello."
"What took you so long to answer", came Sharon's voice from the
other end? "It must have rang fifteen times."
"I was sleeping", muttered Tom. "It's the middle of the night."
"The middle of the night - my ass", screamed Sharon. "It's seven
o:clock and I'm leaving to pick you up."
"I'm not going. I changed my mind", Tom said.
"The hell you're not going", Sharon said in a much more agitated
voice. "Do you know what I have invested in this? I stole that equipment.
I spent a hell of a lot of time building the containment field generator
and programming the controller. I even arranged for an inactive day
today with some woman I don't even know just to make it easier on you.
I'll be at your place in ten minutes and you will be ready." With that
she hung up the phone.
Tom sat on the edge of his bed with the phone in one hand and
his jaw almost on the floor. Never had he heard Sharon yell, let alone
curse. He realized there was no way out this late in the game. He
dressed himself wondering why Sharon was so adamant. Maybe she had
something more at stake. He hoped he didn't find out.
"I'm sorry I yelled", was the first thing Sharon said to Tom
when he answered the door. "I know you're nervous, but you don't have to
be. I'll take very good care of you." It helped Tom feel a little better.
On the way to the building that Tom used to work in, Sharon
talked continuously. She was obviously exited. What woman, who was about
to have a tiny man in their pants, wouldn't be exited. When they pulled
into the parking lot, Tom's heart was pounding. He felt a little light
headed as he stepped out of the car. Sharon hurried him into the
building. She led him to the shrinking chamber, although he already knew
where it was. Sharon acted like he'd never been in the building before.
Tom had seen the shrinking chamber plenty of times. In fact, he
shrank plenty of things himself. He knew what was involved. He just
didn't know what it felt like to actually shrink. He knew that if it
was done correctly, it was painless.
Tom reluctantly entered the chamber with Sharon's prodding. He
heard the steel door slam shut behind him. He heard the humming of the
machine start and instantly felt warm. A large ceiling fan kicked in
to suck the heat out of the room. Tom knew that as he shrank, his mass
was converted to heat. If the fan stopped spinning, Tom would incinerate.
The shrinking took an hour. It had to be done slowly so the
excess heat could be sucked from the room. Tom spent the hour sweating
and worrying. Finally the humming stopped. The fan immediately followed
suit, and Tom realized it must be over, even though he didn't feel much
different. He instantly became cold. He waited patiently for the door
to open not knowing what a giant person looked like from his point of
view. He didn't have to wait long.
He felt a rumble as the entire wall in front of him moved
aside. He felt a torrent of cool air hit him almost knocking him down.
Then he saw a giant shoe in the doorway. It was a woman's shoe. It was
the size of a cadillac. In it was a woman's foot. Attached to it was
an ankle four times bigger around than a tree trunk. Tom's eyes moved
upward past a knee, then a massive thigh, then the underside of a skirt.
He was standing in front of a sequoia tree. He could not see the top,
until it bent down towards him. Two hundred feet up in the air Tom
could see the uppermost crown of leaves looking back at him. Sharon's
mammoth form was towering over him.
Tom's first emotion was fear. His next two were terror and
horror. He couldn't control himself. He felt adrenaline burn into his
stomach lining as he turned and ran. He heard himself screaming in a
high pitched voice. He didn't have anywhere to run, but that didn't
matter. He ran anyway. He ran until something humongous flew over him
and landed directly in front of him.
Tom stopped running with a thud as he ran into Sharon's foot.
He looked up to see fingers the size of a man, but twice the thickness,
coming towards him. At the end of each finger was a shovel blade,
shiny and red. He struggled as the fingers grabbed hold of him and
wrapped around his tiny body. Tom cried as he was lifted rapidly into
the air. He once shrank a dog for experimental purposes and felt pity
as the tiny dog tried in vain to flee. He wondered if Sharon felt the
same pity for him. He found out when he arrived outside her smiling
mouth that she didn't.
"Relax", the huge lips whispered to him. "Try to calm down.
Everything will be fine." Tom instantly felt the fear fade as he
stared into Sharon's soft smooth lips. He felt like he was in the
first row of a theater and Sharon's mouth was the entire screen. He
could not remove his eyes from the main feature as it spoke. "I have
you now and I won't let anything happen to you."
Tom didn't realize right away but he was getting closer to the
giant mouth. He was so lulled by its beauty and by Sharon's soft deep
voice that he didn't know he was close enough to be licked. He found
out when a pink slab of muscle appeared from between the giant lips.
It curled slightly as its rounded tip approached. Tom tried to fight
the hand that held him, but could do nothing but watch as the massive
snake drew nearer to his face. Tom first saw saliva glistened on
Sharon's tongue then felt it's warm wetness on his face as they made
contact. Tom felt the rough taste buds of Sharon's tongue on his skin
as Sharon sampled the flavor of his face.
Sharon's tongue savored Tom for only a couple of seconds before
it withdrew leaving Tom once again face to mouth with Sharon. He was
so close to her luscious lips that they filled his entire field of
view. Tom was spellbound as he watched the lips pucker and surround
his upturned face with warmth. Tom felt his loins explode as his face
basked in the gentle feel of Sharon's soft lips and his body bathed in
the soothing energy given off by her warm hands.
When the fireworks inside his body subsided and he was able to
open his eyes, Tom once again found himself face to face with a
giantess. He felt the ground under him give a little. He looked down
to see he was standing in Sharon's palm with no clothes on. "Are you
OK", she asked him? Tom nodded while trying to keep his balance and
cover up his exposed midsection. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself. You
are just too cute." Tom rolled his eyes. "It's time to go home now.
Remember, we have a record to set."
Before Tom could answer, he was grabbed from behind by a thumb
and forefinger and propelled forward. He was gently lowered into
Sharon's shirt pocket. He sat in the bottom of the pocket to catch his
breath. He could hear Sharon's heartbeat and feel her breast. A thought
instantly made its way into his mind. If her lips were that big to him,
how big was her ass going to be? As Tom rested his body against Sharon's
breast and was lulled to sleep by her gentle heartbeat, he wondered if
he had picked the wrong body part to set a record with.
Tom woke from his nap to the feeling of upward motion again.
The soothing heartbeat that penetrated his bones was gone. He opened his
eyes to see the red nails of the thumb and forefinger that had him. He
saw a flat surface approach on which he quickly landed. The long
fingernails disappeared behind him. He quickly turned to face his
giantess.
"Can we call this whole thing off", he called up to her?
"Save you breath", came a much less gentle voice from above. "I
can't hear a word you say. Here put this in you mouth and let in stick
to one of your front teeth." A small device fell on the table in front
of Tom. "With this microphone. I can hear you talk in your normal
voice." Tom picked up the tiny device, put it in his mouth and attached
it to his front tooth. It stuck like glue. Tom had no idea how Sharon
got her hands on something so tiny. He was beginning to get suspicious.
"Give it a try", Sharon said down to Tom.
"Can we please call this thing off", Tom pleaded.
"Yeah right", Sharon laughed back with an evil smile on her
face. Tom didn't think her lips looked as sexy as they did earlier.
"I've been looking forward to this all week. We have a record to set."
She pointed a device at Tom and Tom instantly felt heavy. He realized
that he was now in a containment field and Sharon was at the controls.
"You wait there until Carla gets here. Then we can get started." Tom
winced as Sharon winked at him and turned around. He looked at her ass
under her skirt as she left the room. It looked huge, bigger than huge.
Tom had a bad feeling.
Tom tried to move but couldn't. Sharon had the gravity set too
high. Tom was able to get himself in the sitting position. He was at
Sharon's mercy. He thought he knew her. At least he did two months ago
before the lay off. Maybe her new position changed her. Or maybe he
never really knew her at all. He would soon find out and he knew it.
While Sharon was in the kitchen getting something to eat, Tom
heard a knock at the door. "Come in. It's open", bellowed a deep loud
voice.
Tom watched the door slowly open and another giantess entered
the room. This one was just as pretty as Sharon. She had black hair as
opposed to Sharon's dirty blonde. "Somebody's here", Tom said. He had
forgotten that he had a microphone in his mouth until Sharon answered.
"I'll be right there Tom. Come on in, Carla. Make yourself at
home, but don't touch the little guy."
"Hi Sharon. How ya doing", the stranger answered. They sounded
like they knew each other.
Tom watched as Carla threw her coat on the chair and approached
him. "Hello little fellow", she said to him. "I see Sharon found another
little victim."
"What's she talking about?", Tom yelled in panic mode hoping
his microphone would translate legibly. "You did this before." He
listened for a response from the kitchen. Soon enough one came.
"Don't listen to her. She's kidding. She's always fooling
around."
"How do you know? You worked with her before."
"No, the Guinness people told me about her", Sharon said.
"Please relax. I'm on my way."
"Please hurry. I don't like her", Tom pleaded. He didn't think
that Sharon had even talked to the Guinness people. He had dealt with
them. Tom figured that something fishy might be going on and that the
next twenty two hours were going to be the longest twenty two hours of
his life. He was more scared than ever.
Sharon came out of the kitchen into the living room. She and
Carla greeted like they had never seen each other before. Tom knew
from the smirks on their faces that it was all a ploy for his benefit.
"Watch this", Sharon said to Carla as she grabbed the controller
for Tom's containment field. She turned the knob counter clockwise and
Tom instantly jumped onto his feet. He wasn't up for long before The
fingers he was beginning to know all too well entered his universe and
grabbed him.
Sharon deposited Tom on her left thigh and quickly turned the
control knob clockwise. Tom found himself on his knees again, but not
on a hard table top. He was kneeling on Sharon's muscular thigh.
"Watch this", Sharon said to Carla. She slowly began turning
the dial clockwise. Tom felt himself getting heavier. He was on his
hands and knees struggling not to fall on his face. He could see and
feel the muscles on Sharon's thigh quiver with the increasing
gravitational pull. Tom's arms were beginning to burn. He knew it was
a matter of time before they gave out and he was plastered against
Sharon's thigh. He was about to give in to Sharon's tormenting when
the forces on his body weakened. "You're one tough little dude", Sharon
said to him. Her lips weren't looking any less evil. "It's time to set
a new world record." Tom wanted to plead with Sharon to call the whole
thing off, but he knew it was a waste of time. He decided to save his
energy. He would need it.
Sharon stood up and walked toward the powder room. "I'll be
right back", she said to Carla. "I have to use the bathroom." Tom was
still on all fours on Sharon's thigh as she walked. The gravity inside
the containment field was holding him to her thigh like she was still
sitting. He felt her thigh muscle tighten and soften with each step
Sharon took.
Tom's head was lower than his body so he could see Sharon's
shoes. He also was able to see the tile floor as they entered the
bathroom. By tilting his head back he could see the toilet approach
and then move out of his view as Sharon turned. The next thing he saw
was a large white sheet pass over him and head down to the floor. It
came to rest around Sharon's feet with her hands on each side of it.
The hands then shot back up and disappeared behind him. He felt the
thigh muscle he was on tighten again as Sharon lowered herself onto
the toilet seat.
Tom lowered his head and looked behind him. Since he was still
on his hands and knees, he was able to see Sharon's dark bush through
his own legs, but not for long. No sooner had he focused in on Sharon's
pubic area, when an unseen force flattened him. Sharon had turned up
his gravity again.
"Watch it", Sharon's angry voice said to him. "Looking at my
pussy was not part of the deal."
Tom tried to answer but the side of his face was pressed so
far into Sharon's thigh that he could not move his mouth at all. He
smelled the strong scent of Sharon's urine and heard the stream shoot
into the depths below. He saw Sharon's hand fly by with a wad of toilet
paper. Then he felt the pressure on him lessen until he thought he
could move again, but before he was able to, Sharon's thumb and
forefinger plucked him off her thigh.
Sharon slowly lowered Tom to her panties on the floor. She
pressed him onto the panties on his back. Once again Tom couldn't move.
Sharon then stood up and began pulling her panties up. She did it
slowly for Tom's benefit. She wanted him to remember this day his whole
life.
Tom wanted to roll out of Sharon's panties. Now that the moment
of truth was upon him, he feared for his life. Sharon's ass, although
high above him, was huge. "Please Sharon, no", he cried repeatedly, but
his ascent continued.
Tom was able to see Sharon's face smiling down at him as she
pulled him past her ankles. Their eyes met and staid locked together as
Tom went by her calves. Tom saw the excitement in her eyes. This really
was a dream come true for Sharon.
Tom asked Sharon one more time to let him go as he passed her
knees. She shook her head no and stood all the way up. Tom could no
longer see her face. Their moment of eye contact was over. It was time
to focus in on the ever approaching full moon that now went from
horizon to horizon.
Tom saw that his trajectory was taking him towards the lower
half of Sharon's right cheek, well away from her butt crack. Thank God
for small miracles. The closer Tom got, the more Sharon's cheek
reminded him of the moon. In a funny sort of way, it looked like the
old black and white photos of the moon taken from Earth. The thin layer
of fat just below the skin made Sharon's butt cheeks appear like the
lunar surface. The smooth dimples of Sharon's ass resembled the craters
that marked the surface of the moon. Despite the predicament Tom was
in, he let out a small giggle.
Sharon heard the giggle. "Real funny", she said as she quickly
pulled her panties up the rest of the way. "Well how does it feel?"
As Tom made contact, he felt the gravitational pull from
Sharon's panties let up, and at the same time, he felt one appear in
front of him that pulled him in tightly to Susan's cheek. Tom's first
reaction was relief. "This isn't too bad", he said. The relief turned
to joy. "It's not bad at all." Then Sharon began to walk. Tom's joy
turned to ecstasy. The feel of her soft ass enveloping him was like
nothing Tom ever felt. The side to side churning he was being subjected
to was enthralling. The raw power of the ass he was up against was
overwhelming. This is what Tom had dreamt about most of his life. At
long last the time had come. And to think he had second thoughts about
going through with it. Tom was thinking he could get used to this when
he remembered the look Sharon had when their eyes last met.
The woman behind the eyes that made contact with his moments
ago was not the Sharon Tom knew. The Sharon Tom knew was warm and
gentle and would never harm anything. Tom was not sure at all that
this woman wouldn't harm him. Something in the way she looked at him
when she shook her head no had Tom worried. Tom realized that there
was no reason to dwell on it. He decided to enjoy his new found heaven
while it lasted. He figured it wouldn't last long.

part II

"Start the clock", Sharon said to Carla as she came out of the
powder room.
"Let me see him", Carla requested. Sharon lifted her skirt and
Carla easily saw Tom's tiny form under her tight panties. "I can see him
moving in there."
"I only have his gravity set at one g", Sharon answered. She
then turned the dial of the controller up one click. "Do you see him
moving now?"
"Only his hands are moving, but barely", Carla answered.
"Well there are two ways I can take care of that", Sharon said.
"I can turn up the gravity some more." She turned the dial up two more
clicks. Carla watched the outline of Tom's tiny body disappear into the
mass of Sharon's ass cheek. "But", she continued slowly, giving Tom a
chance to suffer a little, "That might kill him and my name will never
make it into your record book."
Sharon turned the dial back down to a g and a half. Carla saw
Tom's form again. This time he was struggling violently. "What are you
trying to do to me, you crazy bitch", came Tom's voice from the speaker
in the controller. Sharon ignored him.
"Or I can just take a load off." Sharon sat on the sofa. Tom's
tirade ended abruptly. Sharon sat quietly slowly grinding her ass and
enjoying her new found power before she continued talking. "The problem
with sitting here is I still might kill him. At his size he can go about
four and a half minutes without breathing."
"Get up then", Carla said in a slightly panicky voice. "It's
almost five minutes."
"So it is." Sharon ground for another thirty seconds before she
got up. Once off the sofa, she listened intently to Tom's gasping. After
twenty seconds, Sharon turned the knob up until she no longer heard Tom
breathing. "That should teach him that he's in no position to call me
names."
"You're going to kill the poor fellow if your not careful",
Carla said. "I've seen it happen before."
"He'll be alright. I'm just teaching him a lesson." Sharon
turned the dial back down. "Well", she said to her ass, "I'm waiting".
After a minute or so of gasping she heard a squeaky apology from the
speaker. A large grin formed on her face. "Let's get something to eat",
she said to Carla.
"You are a bitch", Carla answered. "Let's go. I'm starving."
Except for the car ride, Sharon spent the next five hours on her
feet. She and Carla went to the mall. They got something to eat and did
some window shopping. She didn't lay a finger on the controller. She felt
Tom wiggling around slightly, but not much. After his earlier punishment,
she left his gravity level at two g's. He could breathe alright. He just
wasn't able to move much. Sharon didn't want her little prisoner crawling
all over her ass.
On the way home, The two women picked up a pizza for dinner and
a bottle of wine. "I have to pee", Sharon said as she walked in the front
door. "Time to have some fun." Carla just looked at Sharon and shook her
head.
Sharon went into the powder room, pulled down her panties and sat
on the toilet. She turned the dial of Tom's containment field controller
until Tom was about to fall off her ass. She heard his tiny screams. "Oh
hush", she said. She reached down and flipped Tom over so his back was
against her ass and he was looking into the murky water below. A small
stream of light came in from between her legs.
Tom watched as a stream of yellow piss exploded into the ocean
below him filling the entire bowl with a foul stench. "Your turn", Sharon
said to him. "Shoot hard or you'll wet yourself. You have to clear the
field. "She then closed her legs leaving Tom in total darkness and
trapping in the vapors.
A minute after Tom did his business, Sharon reached in and
flipped him back over. She then turned the gravity up again so high that
Tom was pushed into her cheek so much that again he couldn't breathe. He
suffered in that position for another five minutes. He heard a couple
loud plops below him with his one ear. He knew Sharon was going number
two. Although he really wanted to breathe, he was glad he couldn't.
After Sharon wiped and washed her hands, she lightened up Tom's
gravity. Once again she heard him gasping to catch his breath. The rest
of the night the two women ate drank and watched TV. Although Sharon
spent most of the night sitting, she did remember to lift one side of
her bottom and let Tom breathe every few minutes.
Although Tom enjoyed the feel of Sharon's bottom, and was able
to handle the constant pressure, he didn't like the feeling of lack of
oxygen. He felt like he was about to pass out each time he was sat on
only to get some air and regain his senses so the process could renew.
Tom wondered how long it would be before Sharon got drunk and forgot
about him completely. He didn't know that the two were enjoying his
gasping fits way too much to forget about him.
Tom survived the evening and the night. Sharon spent the entire
night on her stomach or on her side. She had slept nude, so Tom wasn't
in her panties all night. Being able to breathe normally again, Tom
slept soundly in the warmth of Sharon's butt cheek. He woke up the next
morning when Sharon got out of bed. He survived another trip to the
toilet and was reacquainting himself to the feel of her panties.
While Sharon was brushing her teeth, Tom was thinking to himself.
A few more hours and the record will be set. He was hungry but figured
he'd be fed when he was released. Things were looking up. He knew he
could make it. That's when Sharon's fingers made another appearance.
"Let's try something different", Sharon said as she pulled her
panties back down. She slid Tom toward her butt crack and pushed him in
until only half his body was visible. She turned, and with her back to
mirror, looked over her shoulder at the reflection of her ass. She saw
Tom's tiny face peering out.
"My God", cried Tom. "What are you doing." Again Sharon ignored
him. She picked up the controller and slowly turned the dial. She watched
her ass cheeks pull together swallowing Tom completely. She turned the
dial back and Tom slowly reappeared. First his arm then his leg then
finally his face. Sharon laughed when she saw the expression on Tom's
face.
She spent the next ten minutes toying with Tom. In and out of
her butt crack he went, partially free one second, buried in ass flesh
the next. Sharon found that if she clenched her cheeks while Tom was
buried, she could turn the gravity down and hold him there with her ass
muscles. Finally she grew tired of this torture, set the gravity so Tom's
face was exposed and pulled her panties back up.
"How about a morning jog?", Carla asked when Sharon entered the
kitchen.
"That sounds like a fine idea", answered Sharon.
"No, you'll kill me", came Tom's voice from the controller.
"You'll be fine", said Sharon as she sat in a kitchen chair
putting and end to Tom's protest. "Let's eat something first." Once
again, Tom was being compressed with no air, fearing for his life.
After they ate, Sharon set Tom's gravity just high enough that
Tom wouldn't bounce out of her ass and ran out the door with Carla. Tom
spent the next hour being pounded up and down and side to side. With
each step Sharon took, the massive muscle shook him violently. It felt
to Tom, each time either of Sharon's feet came down, like the gravity
outside his field was greater than that inside. If not for his being
partially wedged between Sharon's cheeks, Tom knew he'd end up in the
street where he'd surely get eaten by a hungry robin or a stray cat.
After the jog, Sharon took a shower. She slid Tom out of her
butt crack and positioned him on the same spot on her other cheek. The
next twenty minutes were quite enjoyable for Tom. The warm water hitting
his back felt great, and Sharon's soapy hands washing her backside, and
his, felt even better. It was probably the longest shower Sharon ever
took. It was definitely the longest one Tom ever took.
After the shower, Sharon put on a pair of nylons that were so
tight she no longer needed the containment field. She put on a dress and
nice shoes. "We're going to church", she said to Tom. "By the time we get
home, we'll be the new record setters by almost two hours."
"Does that mean that we already beat the old one", Tom asked
through his tiny microphone in an exhausted voice.
"Yes it does, but you're not getting out just yet. Any argument
and I'll turn the field on again and plaster you." There was no further
argument. In fact Tom didn't say another word until after they got home
from church.
The mass went almost without a hitch. Once during the long homily,
Sharon forgot to let Tom breathe and he passed out. She had to literally
flick him on the back with the nail of her middle finger to get his lungs
going again. She had to do it inconspicuously so the people around her
didn't see. Sharon made sure she didn't forget about Tom the rest of the
mass.
Carla met Sharon at the door when she got home. "Congratulations",
she said. "You did it."
"I guess that means I have to take Tom out now", Sharon said.
Carla nodded.
"Hurry", came Tom's voice from the controller. Even Though the
device wasn't activated, Sharon still had the controller with her so she
could hear Tom. She reached inside her panty hose and pulled Tom out. She
held his tiny naked body up to her face.
"You don't look too bad", Sharon said to Tom.
"You almost killed me a dozen times", Tom yelled. "You didn't
have to go jogging. Why did you put me in..."
"If you don't settle down, I'll put you back", Sharon threatened.
Tom shut up and Sharon put him on the kitchen table. "You must be hungry.
I'll get us something to eat. "While Sharon threw some lunch together,
Tom covered himself with a napkin. Carla sat down and watched Tom. She
had her own copy of the Guinness book of word records in front of her.
"So are you going to grow me back after lunch?", Tom asked while
the three of them were eating.
"A deals a deal", Sharon answered. "Finish eating and we'll go."
In Tom's opinion, Sharon already violated the deal, numerous times. He
wasn't going to believe her until after he was full size again.
"You know", Carla said while paging through her book. "There are
a lot more records we can set while we're at it." Tom looked at her and
froze. "The permit gives us six more days and I don't have anything else
planned."
Sharon raised her eyebrows. "What do you have in mind?"
"What", Tom shrieked.
Carla continued. "The record for a two inch tall man in a shoe
worn by a woman is 3 days 14 hours. The record for a two inch tall man
in the cup of a bra is 6 days 12 hours. Here's a good one. The record
for a two inch tall man inside a vagina is 4 days 16 hours."
"That one sounds good", Sharon interrupted.
"You've got to be kidding", Tom shouted as he stood up. He looked
at Sharon, then Carla, then back at Sharon. Both women were smiling down
at him. "No way am I going in there." Tom felt the adrenaline begin to
surge again. He jumped up and ran. He didn't get very far before Sharon
activated another containment field and planted Tom to the table.
"How will he breathe?" asked Carla.
"I can add an atmosphere inside the field. Even though there
won't be any room for air around him, he'll still get oxygen to his
lungs." Sharon then grabbed Tom by the head and lowered him to her pussy.
He was crying and struggling. She pulled down her nylons and began
pushing Tom in feet first.
"What are you going to do about his need to go to the bathroom?",
Carla asked"
"Good point", Sharon answered. "I don't want him going inside me."
She pulled Tom's feet out and flipped him around. "If I put him in head
first, I can pull him out half way when he needs to go. I'll see you in
five days", she said to Tom as she slid him all the way up inside her.
She pulled her hose back up and stood up. "I think I can get used to
this." Both women laughed.
"Let me see that book", she said to Carla. "I want to see what
other records I can set. Maybe we can break them all."
"You only have one week to keep him small", Carla said.
Sharon answered that one quickly. "Not true. Since we shrank him
at the lab and not at an official shrinking station, we never registered
the actual shrinking. The government doesn't know we shrank Tom. I have
him for as long as I want." Sharon laid on the sofa with the record book.
She turned the gravity in Tom's containment field all the way down so she
could feel Tom struggling inside her. "Go out for a while", she said to
Carla. "I want to take a nap". Carla gave her a wink and went out the
door.