The Plague
by Zotster
 
 

Prologue

In the year 1999, many hysterical people across the globe waited for the end of the world to come. For some it did.

Terrorist incidents increased around the world, including America. In the worst incident, on Feb. 24, 1999, a terrorist bomb destroyed the bottom five floors of the Empire State Building, leaving the remaining structure wobbling on its foundation. Evacuation efforts saved most of the people who survived the initial explosion, but many were still trapped inside when the building finally caved in upon itself.

The United States and foreign governments stepped up military activities in an effort to curb the terrorism, leading only to an increased sense of global unease.

Then came strange reports from communist China of people ... shrinking. The reports were largely discounted as the unreliable ravings of hysterical people — until humans in Japan and other Asian countries were discovered at 6 inches tall or less, some as tiny as 1/8 of an inch.

Caving under international pressure after months of denials, the Chinese government finally admitted that a top-secret biological weapon had accidentally been released into the atmosphere.

The weapon was a virus that worked its way throughout all the cells of a person’s body — including dead cells such as hair, fingernail tips and dry surface skin — before causing its deadly shrinking effect. Victims suffered only from mild fevers and occasionally other flu-like symptoms before the virus ingested 99.95 percent or more of their cells — all types of cells in equal proportions throughout the body. Once the person shrunk, the viruses with the ingested cells evaporated into the atmosphere, leaving little hope that persons who suffered its effects could ever return to normal.

With information provided by the Chinese government, an international team of scientists began work on a vaccine against the "shrinking plague," as it became known.

Meanwhile, the plague spread around the world, with no discernible pattern or means of transmission. By the time an effective vaccine was developed, more than 50,000 confirmed cases had been reported in the United States alone, with an estimated 25,000-30,000 additional victims missing.

Among the peculiarities of the disease were that only post-adolescent men and women of childbearing age were affected, with males accounting for approximately 95 percent of the victims.

The vaccine eliminated the disease for the most part, but scientists continued to search for a means to restore the affected people to normal size. Many gave up the pursuit as hopeless until a type of "anti-virus" was created that, like the original disease, spread itself through the body before activating a cloning effect that duplicated the victims’ remaining cells in proportion.

For the 50,000 shrunken people discovered in America and others worldwide, the discovery meant a return to normal life. But thousands in the United States alone remained missing, most undoubtedly dead or lost forever. But many continued to fight for survival. These are just some of their stories.
 
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Chapter 1: "I wish I may ..."

PENAWAWA, Wash. — Charlie stretched out his arms and legs, enjoying the cool breeze of the fan against his naked body as he lay on his girlfriend Valerie’s bed.

He looked at his watch: 7:30 p.m. Valerie wouldn’t be home for at least another two hours — she was putting in a lot of overtime at the office lately, which gave Charlie a chance to surprise her. If he were right, by the time she got home he’d be six inches tall or less.

Valerie didn’t know it yet, but since he was just a kid Charlie had dreamed of being shrunk down and having girls, well, "play" with him. For the past couple of months he had read with excitement the accounts of people around the world shrinking, and was thrilled when the strange plague reached the United States.

He anxiously took his own temperature each day, hoping to notice the telltale fever that came before the disease took effect. Then last night, he took the thermometer out of his mouth and literally jumped for joy when it read 99.6 degrees. According to the accounts he had read, the shrinking effect should take place within 24 hours after the fever developed — provided (he knocked on wood) it wasn’t just a summer cold or the flu.

Valerie had given him a key to her apartment a couple of weeks before, but he wasn’t supposed to use it except in special cases. Well, he thought, shrinking down to doll size should certainly qualify as a special case!

Charlie began absent-mindedly stroking himself as he daydreamed about Valerie strolling into her bedroom, her long brown hair bouncing around her shoulders, just a hint of her beautiful cleavage showing above her blouse, her long slender legs gracefully moving beneath a short skirt. She’d find him on the bed, and he’d have a chance to explore every sexy inch of her body — up close and personal!

As he lay there with his eyes closed, Charlie began to feel as if the bed were spinning beneath him. He felt a strange feeling — not really painful, but definitely uncomfortable. Could this be it? he thought, excitedly. Then he passed out.

He awoke to a loud, thunderous "bang" that rattled his bones. It was followed by a series of intense "thuds" that shook the soft surface under him. Sitting up groggily, he realized he was on a gigantic bed — he had indeed shrunk! But how tall?

Looking up, he saw Valerie standing across the room, near her dresser. She looked enormous! Looking at the sheet under him, Charlie lay down on top of one of the flower designs he had measured earlier. Putting the tips of his toes at one end of the flower, he saw that his body covered about two-thirds of the length of the pattern. Knowing that each of those floral designs was approximately six inches long, Charlie realized he had shrunk to about four inches! A little shorter than he had hoped, but good enough. He smiled with the realization that all his fondest, most impossible wishes were about to come true.

Valerie began pulling off her clothes as she stepped into the bathroom. Apparently, she was going to take a shower after her long day at work. Perfect! Charlie could hear the water running as he practiced what he’d say to his girlfriend, who now appeared as a 100-foot giantess to him:

"Hi, hon! I know you don’t like small talk, but ..." nah!

"Don’t a big deal out of this, but ..." nope!

"Val, let me size up the situation ..." no way!

"Look hon, it’s Tickle-Me-Charlie!" getting warmer ...

"You know Val, you always said you like to toy with men ..." hmmm, needs work.

Thankfully, Valerie took that moment to step out of the bathroom, putting an end to Charlie’s musings. They were pointless anyway, since his heart leapt into his throat and he could no longer speak.

Valerie came out of the bathroom still toweling herself, but she quickly tossed the towel to the side as she returned to her dresser and began to blow-dry her hair. From his distance, Charlie could see every lovely, curvaceous inch of her body from behind as the dryer blew her hair around her. His gaze traveled from the tips of her toes past her tight ass to the top of her head as he imagined somehow scaling her length, feeling her warm skin beneath him.

She turned off the dryer and walked toward the bed. At first Charlie was stunned, seeing his girlfriend’s immense bobbing breasts for the first time, then looking down toward her crotch, imagining himself getting lost in there. But then he remembered she still didn’t know he was there, and began frantically waving his arms, yelling to get her attention.

At first she didn’t notice, but as she reached for her nightgown — which Charlie had made sure to leave on the bed — she suddenly saw him, her eyes popped open wide, and she let out an ear-shattering scream.

"MY GOD! CHARLIE, WHAT HAPPENED? YOU’VE ... YOU’VE SHRUNK!" she said, answering her own question.

Still rubbing his ears, Charlie tried to calm her. "It’s okay, hon! I like it this size! We’re going to have fun!"

But she wasn’t listening as she sat down on the bed next to him, sobbing. Charlie walked over to her and began caressing her immense thigh. His hand was tingling and his heart racing as he felt her smooth, soft flesh. Life is good, he thought.

Then Valerie jumped to her feet, covering her breasts and crotch with her hands. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?" she demanded. "YOU SHRINK DOWN TO FOUR INCHES TALL AND GET ALL HORNY OR SOMETHING? WHAT’S GOTTEN INTO YOU?"

"Val, please, it’s okay!" Charlie shouted up at her. "I’ve always wanted to be this tall. Just think of all the fun we can have, all the things you can do with me ... the places I could go!"

"WHAT?" Valerie shouted, obviously thinking about what he’d just said. "ARE YOU SICK OR SOMETHING? THAT’S DISGUSTING! JUST WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO WITH A LITTLE WORM LIKE YOU? LOOK HOW TINY YOU ARE! I NEED A MAN, NOT AN INSECT!"

"But ... but Val, just think, you could use me like a live dildo!" Charlie shouted, sensing things were not quite going as planned.

"YOU SICK LITTLE PERVERT ... YOU CAME HERE ON PURPOSE, DIDN’T YOU?" Valerie shouted down at him. "YOU’RE NUTS! I’D CRUSH YOU IF I DID THAT, OR YOU’D DROWN. DO YOU THINK I WANT A LITTLE FOUR-INCH CORPSE INSIDE ME? YOU’RE NOTHING TO ME NOW. I’M AFRAID YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN, LITTLE MAN. YOU AIN’T STAYING WITH ME!"

With that she strode quickly away from the bed and grabbed her purse from the dresser. She returned and snatched Charlie off the bed — for just a moment, the warm skin of her hand surrounded him as she knocked the breath out of him in her grip — then he was unceremoniously dropped into the purse. Valerie snapped the pouch shut overhead.

Things were most definitely NOT going as planned.

Alone in the darkness, Charlie felt various objects around him: an enormous mirror, a huge tube of lipstick, a gigantic piece of bubble gum, a tampon about the same size he was.

For a while there was no motion, but then the purse was snatched into the air, and Charlie felt his stomach get left behind. He was bounced around along with everything else inside the purse as Valerie jogged down the stairs from her apartment, then Charlie heard a car door slam and its motor start.

The hum of that motor was his only companion for the next half-hour or so, as Valerie drove to an unknown destination. What happened? Charlie wondered. How can she do this to me? Can’t she understand how exciting their lives could be with his new size? What is she going to do with me?

That last question was soon to be answered as Valerie stopped the car, leaving the motor running, grabbed her purse and started walking. Charlie couldn’t imagine where she could possibly be going with him, but it was not long before she opened the purse and reached for him. She handled him roughly, dropping him in front of her huge feet.

Quickly checking for broken ribs and luckily finding none, Charlie looked around at his surroundings. Next to him was the enormous trunk of a tree that seemed to stretch to the heavens. All around were more trees just like it. He was on a dirt path, but to either side of it, huge underbrush lay on the ground, with assorted foliage rising high overhead. He could hear the sounds of a stream or river not far away, along with various animal noises.

He was in a forest, and his gigantic girlfriend was looking down at him near her feet, a frown on her face.

"SORRY, CHARLIE!" Valerie boomed. "I HOPE YOU DON’T GET EATEN BY AN ANIMAL OR SOMETHING. I HATE TO LEAVE YOU HERE ALL ALONE, BUT I DON’T WANT TO BE THE ONE WHO HAS TO TAKE CARE OF YOU. I’M SURE YOU’LL FIND SOME WAY TO SURVIVE. SEE YA!"

With that she waved goodbye and started walking away.

Charlie raced after her, but couldn’t keep up with her long strides. Her long, tanned legs got further and further away until they were gone from sight. Minutes later, he heard her car race away.

Charlie wrapped his arms around himself. He was tiny — and alone.

(Continued in Chapter 4)
 
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Chapter 2: "Picture This"

PACIFIC GROVE, Calif. — Joseph loved his job.

It seemed like no more than a month had passed since he was a freelance photographer, taking pictures at Canadian Football League games; and now here he was, taking snapshots of one of the world’s sexiest supermodels in a string bikini.

The editors at Sports Illustrated had been impressed with his work, offering him a staff position two years ago. He continued to impress with his outstanding photo features of the "X Games," beach volleyball, figure skating and gymnastics. Now came his big break — he was taking test shots for the upcoming swimsuit issue, with Manon von Gerkan serving as the model.

Joe knew he had to keep a professional detachment, but he couldn’t help but be turned on by the slender, yet curvaceous beauty strolling across the smooth white sand, the crystal blue Pacific waters of Monterey Bay spanning to the horizon.

They had the sand and water to themselves, as the magazine rented out a small private beach for the test shots. If he did a good job, Joe knew he would be asked to join in the final shoot, with all the models posing for the 2000 swimsuit issue — the magazine’s biggest ever.

As she walked away from him, Joe had a nice view of Manon’s succulent ass, swaying back and forth with her long strides, not covered at all by the thong that slipped between her cheeks.

Looking back casually over her shoulder, Manon smiled at him and asked, "How would you like me to pose?"

Wow — sexy accent to go with a sexy body, Joe thought, catching a glance at her breast where it pushed forward the front of her skimpy suit.

"Okay, lift your arms up over your head, we’ll start right here," Joe suggested.

Manon did as he asked, and he took a few shots of her in that pose, showing off her ass quite nicely along with just a glimpse of the side of her firm right breast. Joe traced the curved indentation of her spine with his eyes down her smooth, tanned back.

"Okay now, lie on your stomach, facing me, with your arms in front of you and your head up," Joe said. "That’s it. Perfect!"

Looking through the shutter, Joe saw her lovely smiling face, her beautiful deep eyes, her brown hair not quite dropping low enough to cover her breasts as they hung in nearly full view just above the sand. Taking a few shots from the side, he also got the swell of her buttocks in the frame, along with her pretty feet above them, legs bent at the knees.

"Like this?" Manon purred, and Joe felt himself growing faint from excitement ... or was it something else?

Suddenly he began to feel quite dizzy, and his camera fell from his hand, dropping to the sand. He soon followed it down as he passed out. ...

... He felt a warm breeze blowing over him as he lay on a soft, comfortable couch — or was it a bed? And why were there so many wrinkles in it?

Joe’s eyes snapped open and he looked up at a giant billboard with Manon’s face on it. But wait ... the billboard seemed to be blowing warm air on him — and it was moving!

Now fully awake, Joe discovered he was in Manon’s soft hand, his head supported by her fingertips, his feet only stretching as far as her palm. She smiled as she saw him stirring, and he saw giant bright, white teeth behind her enormous pouty lips.

"HELLO, JOE. ARE YOU OKAY?" she purred in that sexy accent.

Joe just stared back in astonishment. His mind raced. What had happened? He thought of that so-called shrinking disease he’d read about, but that was just fodder for the tabloids, wasn’t it?

Manon lowered him to about chest level, and looking up, he had a fantastic view of her gigantic breasts, swelling in and above — mostly above — her tiny red bikini. Holding him in her left hand, Manon began stroking his naked body with her long fingers. Joe felt his body tingle where she touched him as her fingertip worked its way up his legs, down his chest, across his face, and probed his crotch. Although he realized she could probably crush him with a single finger, Joe was amazed at how softly she handled him.

"OOOH, YOU FEEL SO NICE!" Manon giggled.

Grabbing his torso between her thumb and forefinger, Manon began gently rubbing him all over her body. Joe fought to breathe in her grip as her flesh raced by underneath him — first across her chest, then over her breasts, down her tight stomach, on to her belly button, down the side of one soft thigh and up the other, behind her to slide up her ass, her soft back, along her other arm to her neck, her face ... then finally he was engulfed for a moist embrace between her lips.

When she kissed him, Joe could no longer hold back his own sexual excitement, and he exploded into her mouth. She didn’t even seem to notice as she licked her lips afterwards.

"LITTLE CAMERAMAN, I CAN’T BELIEVE HOW MUCH YOU’VE TURNED ME ON," Manon exclaimed.

Not even listening for a reply, she tucked him inside her bikini top. There wasn’t enough fabric to cover him completely, but it held his face firmly against her nipple as his legs dangled free. Looking up, he could see Manon softly close her eyes, as her hand came up behind him and started kneading him into her pillowy flesh.

Joe stretched out his arms in a futile attempt to hug the enormous breast, then he started licking and sucking on the nipple — which was about the same size as his head!

Humming contentedly to herself, Manon strode across the beach and lay on her back on a towel she had left on the sand. Trapped in her suit, her hand pushing him hard against her breast, Joe was finding it hard to breathe. But he kept working on her nipple anyway, and he could hear her moans become louder, could feel her breaths quicken.

Suddenly he was thrown backwards as she sat up, and he tumbled down her stomach as she took off her top. Catching a grip on her belly button, he held on as her weight shifted back the other way, and her long, luscious legs appeared overhead. He watched as her hands came down and pulled her bottom up and off her legs.

Laying flat on her back again, Manon spread her legs slightly and simply said, "I WANT YOU NOW, LITTLE MAN!"

She nudged him toward her crotch and he tumbled further down her belly into her pubic hairs. He tried to stand, but she pushed him off her mons and he fell between her thighs. She reached her fingers down to spread herself open a little, and Joe was once again greeted by a pair of huge, pouty lips.

Despite a definite sense of apprehension and danger, Joe couldn’t resist his own desire, or hers. Using Manon’s fingers for leverage, he pulled himself up between her labia and began searching for her clit. Her fingers guided him in the right direction, and he soon began licking and sucking on it as he had her nipple.

This brought an even more intense reaction as her fingers started pushing him from behind. First one of his legs, then the other slipped into her pussy while her fingers continued to slowly push him deeper.

For a moment Joe’s lust was forgotten, and he realized the dire predicament he was in. Just minutes ago he was a full-grown man, and now here he was, about three inches tall, being pushed into a woman’s hungry vagina — a vagina whose walls could easily crush him if he were caught inside during her obviously impending orgasm.

He started to struggle, to fight off Manon’s fingers, but that only made her more excited. Now her juices were coating him and he had to fight to keep from drowning in them. Still in he went, until he looked back in horror as the light from the outside world was closed off behind him.

Deep inside her Joe struggled in the wet darkness as the walls convulsed around him. Soon the gentle squeezes became much more crushing and intense, and he knew Manon was experiencing the first wave of her orgasm. He struggled to get out, but her vagina held him in a tight hug. He gasped for air and just as he was about to pass out, he saw daylight and was washed out into the world again.

Hours later, Manon was lying on her stomach, her bikini bottom — what there was of it — back on but her top open underneath her, as Joe used his whole body to massage tanning oil into the soft skin of her buttocks.

A shadow passed over him, and he turned to see a giant pair of sexy legs striding their way. Looking further up, he saw the impressively smooth legs rise into a skin-tight pair of white shorts, then another incredibly firm stomach underneath an enormous pair of breasts, hanging just barely within the confines of a white bikini top. Above them, a truly lovely face framed by golden blonde hair turned his way, and a pair of piercing blue eyes met his.

Without missing a beat, Rebecca Romijn asked Manon, "WHERE’D YOU FIND YOUR LITTLE FRIEND?"

Manon turned her head and called up, "OH, HI REBECCA! HE’S THE GUY WHO WAS TAKING THE TEST SHOTS TODAY. POOR GUY SEEMS TO HAVE SUFFERED A CASE OF THE SHRINKING FLU. I’VE BEEN HAVING SOME FUN WITH HIM."

"REALLY? WHAT KIND OF FUN?" Rebecca asked, a knowing grin on her face. "THE BEST KIND," Manon giggled. "CARE TO TAKE HIM FOR A WHILE? I DON’T MIND SHARING, BUT JUST REMEMBER — HE’S MINE!"

A big grin crossed Rebecca’s face then as she reached for Joe. He stumbled backwards, but soon found himself in the giant blonde’s grip. "OKAY IF I TAKE HIM BACK TO MY PLACE? I’LL BRING HIM TO THE PARTY TONIGHT SO ALL THE GIRLS CAN MEET HIM!"

"SURE," Manon said. "THEY CAN LOOK AND PLAY WITH HIM SOME, BUT TONIGHT, HE’S ALL MINE!"

"THANKS!" Rebecca said, pulling open her shorts and panties and dropping a struggling Joe inside. "HE FEELS SO GOOD ALREADY!"

With that, Joe’s career as a swimsuit photographer ended before it began. But little did any of the other photographers realize that when the pictures for the next swimsuit issue were taken, their missing comrade was snug inside some of his favorite suits as the models smiled for the camera ... and for him.
 
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Chapter 3: "A Little Research"

CULDESAC, Idaho — Bob felt the crush of bodies tumbling around him as he and the others struggled in the darkness of the giant book bag. With a sudden thud the bag landed hard. Bob heard some of the people moaning and one of the women crying.

A light appeared overhead, and Bob looked up to see Amy’s giant face. She was a pleasant-looking girl, although far from stunning. Still, her 16-year-old features showed the promise of better days ahead.

Amy was the daughter of Dr. Terri Fick, a scientist seeking a vaccine and possible cure for the strange shrinking disease he and the other nine people in the bag all suffered from. Just last week, Amy had discovered the shrunken people while visiting her mother in the lab. She had been immediately fascinated, but her mother warned her to leave the little people alone.

Not dissuaded, Amy had snuck into her mother’s lab and kidnapped the ten of them. Looking up into her enormous face, her dirty blonde hair hanging loosely down and a mischievous glint in her eye, Bob wondered what Amy would do with them.

The world turned upside down as Amy dumped the tiny people onto her gigantic bed. Fighting off his own dizziness, Bob looked around and found his girlfriend Robin not far away. Stumbling over to her, he hugged her close, asking "Are you okay?"

"Um, yeah, for now, I think," Robin stammered.

Bob had met Robin at the clinic where they were both test subjects. She was an extremely attractive blonde with a nicely curved body, and Bob could scarcely believe it when she agreed to go out with him. Of course, "go out" was a relative term. Dr. Fick was kind enough to give them a cage to themselves from time to time, but they really couldn’t go anywhere at their present size. Once 6’1" tall, Bob had shrunk down to about four and a half inches, while the once-5’4" Robin was a comparatively tall five inches — just half an inch taller, but it seemed like more than eight inches to Bob.

Looking up, Bob saw that Amy wasn’t the only giant girl in the room. On the other side of the bed was a big-chested blonde wearing a pair of tight jean shorts and a white blouse tied in a knot below her breasts. To her right was a pretty brunette wearing a blue T-shirt and regular jeans. Amy was wearing a one-piece red pullover dress that hugged her legs at about mid-thigh. All the girls were giggling.
 
 

As Staci looked down at the tiny people, a tingle of excitement ran throughout her body, starting from between her legs. One of these tiny people will be scratching that itch soon enough, she thought.

"Hello little people," Amy began from across the bed. "I’m sure you all remember me, but I’d like to introduce you to my friends. The blond girl whose chest you guys have all been staring at is Staci, and next to her is my friend Jennifer. And now I’m sure they’re both anxious to meet all of you."

"Let’s see," she continued, pointing to a pair of boys standing off to one side. One was about four inches tall, the other about a half inch shorter. "You girls remember Jim and Matt, right?"

Staci and Jennifer both nodded. Staci had known Matt since elementary school, and always thought of him as a geek. Jim, the taller of the two, had been a running back on their high school’s football team until he became the second person at the school, after Matt, who shrunk. The government set up a research center in Culdesac largely because it was so unusual to have two people so close in age and location both succumb to the strange plague.

"Let me introduce you to the others," Amy said, pointing to them one at a time and reading from a chart she held. "That two-inch guy there must be Dave. He’s 34, is married and has two kids. Rod here is the tall guy at six inches. He’s 24, and used to be a car mechanic. Peter here is 46, and apparently a fairly rich businessman, married to a former model, with no kids. He’s just three inches. Then there’s Bob, four and a half inches, 28, unemployed; Robin, 25 years old and five inches tall; Kate here is just 19 and a tiny one and a half inches; Dan is 42, a teacher, and two and a half inches; and somewhere ..." Amy paused, looking around the bed. "Here we go. This tiny speck here is Mark. He’s 31 and used to be one of the scientists researching the disease. Now he’s just a quarter of an inch tall."

"Say hello to your new owners, people!" Amy laughed. When they didn’t respond, she pounded the bed with her fist, sending them flying. "A little louder, if you don’t mind," she suggested.

A varied chorus of hellos and "hi"s rose from the bed as Staci considered what to do with the little people. "Can we start playing with them now?" she asked.

"Sure, Staci. You first." Amy said.

"Cool. Let’s save our two friends here for last," Staci said, grabbing Jim and Matt and stuffing each into one of her bra cups. She massaged her breasts and felt them wiggling against her nipples. "Bet you guys never thought you’d get this close to me, huh?" she laughed.

Reaching down, she flicked Dave off the bed. He landed on the soft rug dizzy, but in one piece. "Now we’re gonna play a little game of tag," Staci said. "Us girls are going to chase after you, and try to ‘tag’ you with our feet. Of course, with our size, we’ll probably crush you, but that’s your problem, right little man?"

Dave was petrified when he heard Staci’s words from far above. Tag? They were going to step on him like a bug! He looked over at Staci’s feet, which were in a pair of open-toed heels. They were enormous, and above them rose the immense weight of her body, deceptively supported by a pair of smooth, sexy legs. Legs and feet that would soon crush the life out of him, if Staci were serious. As she stepped toward him, he knew she was.

An immense object suddenly landed just inches away to his right, and the force of the impact knocked him down again. Looking over, he saw a giant bare foot. Looking way, way up, he saw Amy’s grinning face. Her foot was between him and the bed, blocking off one possible escape route.

Jumping back on his feet, Dave ran to his left, toward what appeared to be a closet. If he could get there, he just might find a hiding place. Staci’s shoe landed right next to him, her immense toes brushing against him for a moment. The near miss sent him to the floor again, but he stumbled forward toward the closet. He wasn’t going to make it.

Then Staci’s toes hit him from behind and sent him literally flying toward the closet. He landed in a daze, the breath knocked out of him. Looking up, he saw Staci and Amy looming high overhead, looking down at him.

"WELL, THAT WAS A QUICK GAME, LITTLE MAN," Staci’s voice boomed. "IT LOOKS LIKE YOU’RE IT," she said, raising her heel over him.

Dave got up quickly and made one final, mad dash toward a pair of high-heel shoes in front of the closet. One lay on its side, and he was able to dive in just as Staci’s enormous foot came down in front of it.

Panting, Dave looked out at the two giantesses overhead. From his perspective, they appeared about 200 feet tall.

"LOOKS LIKE HE GOT AWAY FROM YOU STACI," Amy said. "AND SINCE HE’S IN MY SHOE, I GUESS THAT MEANS HE’S WAITING FOR ME."

With that, Dave was thrown backwards into the depths of the shoe as Amy picked it up. His head in the toe of the shoe, he looked past his own feet to see Amy’s gigantic toes coming toward him. Her strong scent filled the shoe as her toes moved over and past his head, the ball of her foot coming down over his chest. The underside of her toes filled his vision.

His mind raced, desperately seeking an escape. But there was none. He was trapped, and he knew death would come soon. He thought of his wife and their children. They would probably never know what happened to him, how he was mercilessly crushed to death under a teenage girl’s toes.

Then the pressure started to build, and he could no longer breathe. He felt the blood being pushed to his head as he pounded on the underside of Amy’s toes. But she didn’t let up. Instead, Dave could hear her and the other girls laughing as his ribs cracked.

For a moment, his world was filled with nothing but pain, the overpowering scent of a girl’s toes and her thunderous laughter. Then, nothing.
 
 

Pulling off her shoe, Amy dumped what was left of Dave into her wastebasket, wiping the blood out with a Kleenex. "That was awesome! Who’s next?" she asked.

"Hey, old man," Jennifer said, reaching down to pick up Peter. "What kind of business did you run that got you so rich?"

"W-we made garbage disposals," he stammered in her grasp. "P-please put me down!"

"Really?" Jennifer asked. "Amy, do you have a garbage disposal?"

"Sure," Amy said, smiling as she realized Jennifer’s idea. "Come with me. Staci, do you mind keeping an eye on the others? You can play with one if you like."

"No problem," Staci said, already reaching toward the bed for Dan. "You girls have fun, I’ve got a present for Dan here."

Jennifer followed Amy into the kitchen, and dropped Peter into the sink Amy pointed to.

"So, little guy, is that one of yours?" she asked.

Peter anxiously glanced over at the giant hole in the smooth metal floor. "I don’t know!" he yelled. "How could I possibly tell from here?"

"Well then," Jennifer said, flipping the switch below the sink to activate the garbage disposal. "I guess you need to take a closer look."

Peter fell on his backside when the metal floor beneath him started vibrating like an intense earthquake. Above, he saw Jennifer and Amy leaning over the sink. As Amy turned on the water, Jennifer reached for a sprayer.

"CAN YOU TELL YET?" Jennifer asked, and not waiting for an answer, sprayed him with a powerful stream of water. Peter slid toward the hole, unable to get a grip on the smooth, wet metal.

"No! Stop it! Please, you’ll kill me!" Peter yelled, much to the delight of the girls, who started giggling in earnest.

"POOR GUY," Jennifer said mockingly. "LOOKS LIKE YOUR WHOLE LIFE IS GOING DOWN THE DRAIN!"

As another burst of water hit him, Peter slid closer to the hole, until his feet were dangling over its edge. "CLOSE ENOUGH TO TELL YET?" Jennifer asked. "No! Stop, please! No!!!" Peter yelled. "GUESS NOT. LET’S GET YOU JUST A BIT CLOSER."

With another burst of water, Peter tumbled into the hole, just managing to get a grip on the rim of the drain. The vibrations from the disposal were making it difficult to hold on, however.

No! This can’t be happening to me, he thought. Looking up, he saw the cruel giantesses laughing, saw Jennifer wave goodbye, saw her press down once again on the handle of the sprayer.

He lost his grip as the water struck him and knocked him into the dark drain. He felt something hit him hard as he fell, and then his life was over as the blades ground his body into a mushy pulp.
 
 

Meanwhile, Staci had put Dan on the nightstand next to the bed and began doing a slow striptease for him. She untied her shirt and pulled it off, but she left on her bra with the two boys still trapped inside. They were still struggling and Staci was enjoying it far too much to let them out just yet.

She kicked off her heels and unbuttoned her shorts, letting them fall around her ankles. Then she slowly, slowly, slowly pulled her bright pink panties down past her hips, allowing Dan to take in the sheer immensity of her vulva that hovered inches above him as he stood on the table.

Turning around, she ordered him, "Kiss my ass, teacher!"

She felt Dan step forward and begin kissing and caressing her buttocks. "Hey Jim and Matt. I know you guys can hear me," she said, putting her hands over her breasts and giving them — and the tiny guys against them — a slight squeeze. "I want you guys to start sucking my nipples. And you’d better do a good job!"

Actually, both Jim and Matt were far too small to actually suck on her nipples, but she could feel them trying, and that coupled with the feeling of Dan kissing and caressing her ass was driving her close to an orgasm. She reached out and grabbed Rod off the bed, immediately pulling off the tiny gown the clinic gave all its miniature people for clothing.

She heard Rod screaming, but didn’t care as she immediately plunged him headfirst between her labia. She pushed him in up to his ankles, and delighted in his squirmings deep inside her.

With Rod inside her, Jim and Matt working on her nipples and Dan on her ass, Staci could hold back no longer. Her breathing became quick and shallow as she began pumping Rod in and out of her body. Finally she pushed him deep inside and left him there as the most intense orgasm she ever felt washed over her body like a tidal wave.

Her legs turned to rubber and she allowed herself to fall face down onto the bed. At that point, she wasn’t sure where the little people on the bed were, and she didn’t care. She also ignored the frantic struggles from underneath her breasts as they pressed against the bed, but she did feel the weakening struggles from deep inside her vagina as she enjoyed the afterglow of her titanic climax.

Within the wet, dark channel of Staci’s vagina, Rod’s death was a painful one. Surrounded by her flowing juices he had no air to breathe, but it probably didn’t matter since his ribs had been broken and crushed into his lungs by her powerful climax. Even now he tried to claw his way out of the dark tomb, but he knew it was useless as his life slowly ebbed away.

Smothered by the enormous weight of Staci’s breasts, Jim and Matt fared no better.

Matt couldn’t help thinking how ironic it was that after all the time he spent daydreaming of feeling and kissing Staci’s gorgeous breasts, he was now going to die like a helpless bug beneath their soft weight.

Jim thought about all the times that he watched Staci with the other cheerleaders during football games. He always knew he could have her any time he wanted, but there were always other girls, friendlier girls who would do anything for him. Little could he have known that one day those breasts he so often saw bouncing in her tight cheerleader’s uniform would slowly smother him.

The irony was thick, but the air wasn’t as both boys suffocated.
 
 

Amy and Jennifer returned to the bedroom to find Staci snoozing contentedly on the bed. Looking down, Amy saw three of the little people cowered near her on the bed, but the others were missing.

"Staci, wake up!" Amy yelled.

Staci rolled over on the bed — as the little people avoided her — and sat up.

"You wouldn’t believe what I just did!" she said excitedly. "I had four of the guys working on me all at once. I’ve never been so turned on in my life!"

"Where are they now?" Amy asked.

"Well, let’s see," Staci said, removing her bra. The smothered bodies of Jim and Matt tumbled to the bed. "Well, looks like those two had a little too much of me," she said, giggling. Reaching between her legs, she pulled out the broken corpse of Rod, still coated in her cum. "Looks like he REALLY had too much of me!"

"Well, I hope you saved some for us," Amy said. "Where are Dan and Mark? I don’t see them."

The girls looked around and found Dan trying to hide under the bed. The minuscule Mark was nowhere to be seen, and they finally gave up the search.

"Amy, do you mind if I use your shower?" Staci asked. "Go ahead," Amy said.

With that, Staci disappeared into the bathroom, and the other girls turned their attention to the remaining four. Looking at Dan, Amy got an evil idea. She reached into her closet and pulled out a glass jar full of pennies. She dumped the pennies onto the floor and dropped the naked Dan into the jar.

Dan looked through the glass and saw Amy begin to pull off her dress. Unlike Staci, she did it quickly, not worrying about making a show of it. She tossed aside her bra and panties and reached for the jar again. As she lowered it between her legs so that her labia filled the entire opening, Dan began to suspect what she had in mind.

But his suspicions couldn’t prepare him for the tidal wave of piss that struck him in the face, knocking him down and flooding all around him. He gagged as he tasted Amy’s acidic urine in his mouth, and struggled to get his head above the surface as it flooded the jar.

Finally the stream stopped and he was able to catch a few gasps of air. He looked up and saw Amy screw a metal lid onto the top of the jar. He was trapped, treading urine, and his air supply had just been cut off. Even if he could keep his head above the urine, he suspected there wasn’t enough air in the jar for more than an hour or so.

"WELL TEACHER, LOOKS LIKE YOU JUST LEARNED A LESSON ABOUT TRYING TO ESCAPE FROM YOUR NEW OWNERS," Amy boomed, her laughter further degrading him.

As Amy watched him struggle to stay afloat, Dan saw Jennifer in back of her begin to undress.

Jennifer had ripped the gowns off the remaining shrunken people, and was idly running her finger over their bodies. She was particularly intrigued by the two women, with their tiny, tiny breasts and nipples. Both were very attractive, with Robin’s long blonde hair framing a perfect face and a shapely five-inch body, and Kate’s light brown hair flowing well past her shoulders to partially obscure her own perky breasts and firm body.

"So Bob," she asked, "what do you think of your two friends? Pretty hot, huh? But they can’t compete with this." She pulled off her T-shirt and pants, kicking away the sneakers and socks she wore. Then she unclasped her bra, casually letting it drop to the floor, and slowly pulled down her panties.

She sat on the bed, spreading her legs in front of Bob and the two women, giving them a grand view.

By then Kate was sobbing. Jennifer looked down at her and laughed. "Poor Kate," she chided. "Such a pretty little woman, but your whole body can’t even compare to the size of a 15-year-old’s tits!" She gently picked up Kate and began rubbing her body over her nipples, enjoying the feeling of dominance.

Then she smiled as an idea struck her.

"Tell you what, little woman. Let’s see if I can make you feel better. How’d you like to become a part of me? I think I’ll swallow you, take you inside of me and digest you, and absorb you into my body. Would you like that?"

Jennifer raised Kate over her mouth and dropped her inside.

Kate landed on her tongue and immediately reached for the opening of her mouth. But it closed in front of her hands, leaving her in the wet darkness.

She had been scared before, but now she was absolutely terrified. Jennifer’s tongue rolled over her body, tasting it, covering it with her saliva. She tried to beat off the tongue with her fists, but it was no use.

Slowly, she felt herself being moved to the back of Jennifer’s mouth. Kate reached out and tried to grab a hold of Jennifer’s teeth, but the huge tongue pushed her away.

Finally, as the saliva surrounded her, a sudden gulp pushed Kate down Jennifer’s esophagus. Kate tried to brace herself against the sides of the narrow channel, but Jennifer’s throat muscles kept pushing her down, until she landed in Jennifer’s stomach.

Kate felt a stinging in her hands and feet as she tried desperately to climb back out, but the motions of Jennifer’s stomach forced her back until she was surrounded by burning stomach acid. Kate screamed in agony, but there was no one to hear. She was literally in hell for the next several minutes, until the intense pain of her flesh slowly dissolving finally caused her to pass out.
 
 

Mark desperately clung to the giant strands of Staci’s blonde hair as she strode into the bathroom. He had been on the bed when Staci lay down in the throes of her Bromdignagian climax, and her hair had surrounded him. He had held on to it when she finally got up, thinking it may be a way to eventually escape, but as the floor sped by about 1,500 feet below, he began to question the wisdom of his decision.

He knew she was about to take a shower, but he could think of no way to disentangle himself from her hair and escape before that happened. He held on for dear life as she turned on the water, adjusted it to the proper temperature, and stepped into the shower.

At first he was safe as she soaked her body, turning under the warm stream of water and massaging her breasts. But soon she dipped her head under the intense flow and Mark could no longer hold his grip.

He slid slowly down the back of her head. Her hair slowed his descent, but it was now far too slippery for him to get a firm grip as the water continued to push him. Then, like an intense water slide, he slid quickly down the soft skin of her back until he became trapped between her buttocks.

The firm skin pressed against him as she lathered up her ass cheeks. He couldn’t find a grip as the soapy water again washed him down, out from between her cheeks. He landed on her hand as it lathered her upper thighs, and he was dizzily swept over her body as she continued soaping up.

He finally slid off her hand as it reached up to her face, and for a moment he hung on her chin, just below her huge pouty lips. But then he was washed down again to land on her right breast. He slid over the smooth skin until he hit her nipple, which he clung to desperately. The nipple was at least three, possibly four times his own size!

Although he held his grip as best as his little muscles were able, he could not hold on as she rinsed herself under the shower. He was rapidly washed down her stomach, in and out of the cave of her belly button, and into her crotch. For just a few seconds her pubic hairs slowed him down again as he was washed past her vulva, but then he quickly slid down her right leg to her toes.

He tried to grasp her toes anywhere he could, but after a few desperate seconds he was washed completely off her body and was caught in a river of water headed straight for the drain. He looked up at her immense, beautiful body and desperately called out for help, but the giantess could not possibly hear his tiny voice.

Still looking up at her beauty, he was swirled once, twice around the drain, and then plunged into darkness.
 
 

Bob clung tightly to Robin as the two of them lay on the gigantic bed between Jennifer’s enormous legs. They were the last two people left, and by now they both knew the giant girls considered their lives inconsequential to their own pleasures.

Amy sat on the bed next to Jennifer, leaving Dan to his struggles in the urine-filled jar. Bob looked up and saw her face between her gargantuan naked breasts, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO WITH THESE LAST TWO LOVEBIRDS, JEN?" Amy asked her friend. "THE OTHERS GOT ME SO HORNY," Jennifer began, "DO YOU MIND IF I PLAY A GAME WITH THESE TWO?"

"THEY’RE ALL YOURS," Amy boomed. "I STILL GOT MY GUY IN THE JAR, AND I CAN GET MORE LITTLE PEOPLE ANY TIME I WANT."

"COOL," Jennifer said, looking down at Bob and Robin hugging each other in fear between her giant thighs. "YOU REALLY LIKE YOUR LITTLE GIRLFRIEND THERE, DON’T YOU BOB?" she asked. Bob nodded meekly, afraid of what might be coming next. "WELL WHY DON’T YOU MAKE LOVE TO ME INSTEAD? JUST WALK RIGHT UP AND CLIMB INTO MY PUSSY, MASSAGE MY CLIT, WHATEVER IT TAKES TO MAKE ME CUM."

Bob tightened his grip around Robin’s waist. He pulled her closer, and her breast nudged against his cheek. "Fuck off, bitch!" he yelled.

"WELL IF YOU DON’T WANT TO, THEN I GUESS I’LL HAVE TO USE YOUR LITTLE WOMAN THERE," Jennifer said, reaching for Robin. Bob held her as tightly as he could, but Jennifer’s giant fingers simply slapped him away. She began to slowly push Robin into her enormous cunt feet-first.

"No! Don’t do that! Please!" Bob yelled, running toward Jennifer’s crotch where Robin was slowly disappearing. Suddenly a hand swept him away. He looked up and saw Staci bending over the bed, her large breasts swinging freely overhead. She had just stepped out of the shower.

"YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE, LITTLE MAN, NOW IT’S YOUR LITTLE GIRLFRIEND’S TURN," Staci’s booming laughter ended the sentence.

Jennifer plunged Robin in up to her neck while the other girls watched, giggling. Bob watched too, in helpless horror.

"LET HIM GO, STACI," Jennifer said. "LET’S GIVE LITTLE LOVER BOY A CHANCE TO SAVE HIS GIRLFRIEND." Looking down at Bob, she added, "IF YOU CAN PULL HER OUT I’LL LET YOU BOTH LIVE. OTHERWISE SHE’LL DIE IN THERE, AND YOU’LL SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE AS MY PERSONAL SEX TOY. GOOD LUCK LITTLE MAN!"

Bob raced toward Robin’s screaming face, but Jennifer spread her legs a little more and Robin disappeared between her enormous labia. Bob tried to climb up Jennifer’s vulva, reaching inside of her to find Robin, but couldn’t keep his balance. Meanwhile, his efforts were bringing Jennifer closer and closer to an orgasm.

Finally his hand found one of Robin’s arms and he began pulling. Inexplicably, Jennifer relaxed her muscles and allowed him to pull Robin out as far as her stomach. But then Jennifer’s vaginal muscles clamped down again, and Bob looked up to see an evil grin on her face. "KISS YOUR LITTLE LOVER GIRL GOODBYE," she said.

Robin began screaming and Bob fought hard to keep her from being pulled back in, but Jennifer’s muscles were much stronger than he was. She won the deadly tug-of-war and pulled Robin back inside. Bob continued to fight, climbing between Jennifer’s labia himself in an effort to save Robin, but Jennifer began to climax and her cum washed him away, leaving Robin trapped inside.

Bob got up and continued his efforts to save his girlfriend, even though he knew it was already too late. After a few minutes basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, Jennifer reached in a couple of fingers and pulled Robin’s shattered body out, dropping it in front of him.

Bob, too, felt shattered as he looked up at the evil giantess’ face. "LOOKS LIKE YOU’RE ALL MINE NOW, BOBBY BOY," Jennifer said, and the other girls joined in her laughter.
 
 

Dan watched helplessly from inside the jar as the girls got dressed. The others agreed to let Jennifer keep Bob, and she dropped him down the front of her panties just before she pulled her jeans back on. Once dressed, Amy placed Dan’s jar on the nightstand, and the three girls watched him struggle, laughing while reminiscing about the day’s fun, and coming up with ideas for the next batch of little people Amy would kidnap.

The girls’ fun was interrupted when Dr. Fick burst into the room shouting.

"AMY, DID YOU STEAL THOSE LITTLE PEOPLE? WHERE ARE THEY? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THEM?" she demanded. Noticing Dan in the piss-filled jar on the nightstand, she gasped. "WHAT DID YOU DO?" she yelled again.

"MOM, WE WERE JUST HAVING SOME FUN," Amy began to explain. "WHERE ARE THE REST OF THEM?" Dr. Fick repeated.

Amy pointed to the wastebasket where the girls had dumped the bodies of Jim, Matt, Dave, Rod and Robin, and Dr. Fick gasped again. "ARE THEY ALL DEAD? YOU KILLED THEM ALL?" she demanded.

"BUT MOM, THEY’RE JUST INSECTS. THEY’RE NOT REALLY PEOPLE ANYMORE," Amy explained.

"GET OUT OF HERE NOW," Dr. Fick yelled at all the girls. "YOU WAIT FOR ME DOWNSTAIRS, AMY. YOU ARE IN BIG TROUBLE."

The girls left the room, and Dr. Fick began cleaning up any trace that the little people had been there, throwing their gowns and several bloody Kleenex in the wastebasket with the bodies. Despite Dan’s struggles, she seemed to be ignoring him.

Finally she turned to face him, and Dan admired her features, the curve of her body under her tight dress. He had always thought of Dr. Fick as an extremely attractive woman, and had been happy to be one of her test subjects. But now she looked at him with a frown on her face.

"I’M AFRAID I’M GOING TO HAVE TO GET RID OF YOU TOO, DAN," she said. "I HAVE TO MAKE SURE NO ONE EVER FINDS OUT WHAT MY DAUGHTER DID TODAY. WHEN MY COLLEAGUES AT THE LAB TOLD ME YOU SHRUNKEN PEOPLE WERE MISSING, I KNEW AMY MUST HAVE TAKEN YOU, BUT I DON’T THINK ANYONE ELSE WILL FIGURE IT OUT. I’M SORRY, BUT I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND."

With that, she picked up the jar and Dan was splashed around as she carried it into the bathroom. She unscrewed the lid and he was finally able to catch a breath of semi-fresh air, but then his world was upended as Dr. Fick poured the contents of the jar — including him — into the toilet.

Fear hit Dan like a hammer as he tried to get a grip on the smooth white porcelain. He looked up and saw Dr. Fick reaching for the handle.

"I’M REALLY SORRY ABOUT THIS," she said. "MAYBE SOMEDAY I’LL BE ABLE TO SAVE LITTLE PEOPLE LIKE YOU."

With that, she pressed down on the handle and Dan was spun around in the growing whirlpool. Reaching up helplessly toward the beautiful, giant woman, Dan’s mouth and lungs filled with water and urine as he was pulled down into the pipes.

Dr. Fick heard the little man scream as she watched him get flushed away forever. When he was gone, she wiped away a tear and turned out the lights as she left the room.
 
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Chapter 4: "... I wish I might ..."

(The following is an excerpt from "Small Dreams" by Charles Taggert, coming in June 2002 from ZOT Publishing Inc.)

Loneliness — true loneliness — is a concept few people understand.

There had been times in my life before when I felt alone, but never like this. I remember when I first moved across the country from my home in New England, I felt utterly alone in a strange place. Then there were all the times in my teenage years when girls shunned me, and I wasn’t sure if I’d ever find a girlfriend. I had even experienced the death of my parents in a drunken-driving accident when I was just 19.

But never anything like this.

I was in a new world, and at just four inches in height, I had no hope of ever returning to the old one. Everything, and everyone, seemed totally out of reach.

What a fool I had been to assume Valerie would enjoy me at my new size. Just because this had been what I wanted, what made me think she’d want it too? She wanted a man who could hold her close at night, kiss her passionately, and massage her back after a long day at work. She wanted a man who would be there for her, be a source of strength when she needed it. What she didn’t need was a living sex toy, a pet she’d have to take care of the rest of her life with no hope of the relationship ever becoming more than that. That was my dream, not hers.

I paid the price for my foolishness, and in the process learned what loneliness is all about.

Loneliness is watching the person you love stroll casually away, her face a hundred feet above you, her long legs slowly disappearing into the distance with each long stride.

Loneliness is watching cars speed by on a huge road while you cower in the bushes, praying that one of them gets a flat tire so it will stop and the huge people inside might find you and take you to safety. But at the same time, you know those giants are part of another world now and don’t even know of your existence, or your struggle for survival taking place so near.

Loneliness is watching birds and other animals with their companions, and feeling envy because they’re with their own kind; but you are the only one of your kind, left in a strange place to live out the rest of your days. At least the animals had a home.

I don’t know how long I lived in those woods, wallowing in sorrow. I think it was months. It seemed like forever.

I got lucky and found an empty plastic milk bottle by the side of the road on that first day. Even at my diminutive size it wasn’t spacious and the entrance mouth was a somewhat tight squeeze, but it was solid. It protected me from nighttime predators, and it kept me dry when it rained.

I wish I could say I was as lucky with my menu. Water was no problem, since there was a fresh stream nearby, but food was scarce.

At first I didn’t eat at all, letting anguish overtake me, hoping maybe I’d starve to death and my miserable existence would end. But hunger has a way of driving a person on, almost forcing him to find the will to survive. At first I nibbled on leaves, but found them ultimately unsatisfying. I searched in vain for any discarded food left by careless campers, or tossed from a passing car.

Then I came across an anthill. Even at my size, they were small enough to pose no real threat. And I was just hungry enough that they were starting to look tasty.

I tried to kill one by stepping on it, but my weight had been reduced so much that its protective shell provided enough protection to leave it merely stunned. I picked up a nearby pebble and smashed its head in, then debated how to best eat its remaining body. Finally I used the pebble and my bare hands to rip it open, then raised it to my mouth and began chewing on its innards.

The gag reflex overtook me, and I spat out the morsels of greasy meat I had found. But in the end hunger won, and I started killing more and more of the small black ants. I ate my fill, and gathered several of the remaining corpses in a leaf wrapping to bring back to my milk bottle home. I had found the will to survive, but it would be several more months before I found the will to live again.

My new beginning came suddenly.

It had been a good day for me. I had found part of a discarded candy bar on my daily roadside excursion. It had ants crawling all over it, and I killed several of them to eat later. Then I feasted on the remnants of the candy bar until my head seemed to float on a sugar high. Content, I dragged the ants I had killed back to my milk bottle home on a leaf.

I lay back on my bed of leaves and feathers and snoozed the afternoon away. Then I awoke to a sound I hadn’t heard in months — people talking. Young girls from the sound of it. I could feel the vibrations in the ground as they came closer.

I poked my head out the entrance of the milk bottle and looked up. I could see them — two pretty young girls, maybe 13 or 14, strolling by the side of the stream. They were the first humans I had seen since my ex-girlfriend left me there alone. It seems strange, but after months of hoping someone would find me, the sight of those giant girls scared me. They were so huge, they could trample me underfoot, maybe without even noticing. My fear got the better of me and I crawled back inside the bottle to hide.

I curled into the fetal position as their giant feet came closer, closer. For one panicky moment, I thought one of the girls was about to step on my hiding place. Then with just a casual swipe of her foot, she kicked my milk carton home into the stream as she and her friend laughed over some shared joke.

I was knocked from one side of the bottle to the other, first from the impact of the giant foot and then when the carton hit the water. The bottle bobbed in the water, its entrance pointed skyward. Recovering my senses in the bottom, I looked up helplessly. The exit seemed so close, but there was no way to scale the sides of the bottle. And even if I could, I was still stuck floating down a stream I didn’t dare try to swim in.

A sudden shock hit the plastic bottle and I landed on my butt again. A splash of water hit me in the face. Looking through the semi-transparent sides of the bottle, I could see the next jolt coming. The bottle was about to hit a rock!

For at least an hour my turbulent journey continued. The stream was filled with large rocks, and each time the bottle hit one it would tip over, allowing water to flow in the opening. The hole slowly came closer as I tread water in my rapidly-flooding home. The bottle was going to sink, and like it or not, I was going to have to try to swim to safety.

Soon the bottle hit another rock and flooded completely. I started to go down with it until I was able to pull myself out of the opening and swim to the surface.

I gasped for breath as I struggled to swim in the raging waters. The stream had widened into a full-blown river, and I desperately headed in the general direction of shore.

The ripples and eddies of the river swept me in unknown directions as I struggled to regain my senses. In a daze, I saw that the water was taking me toward a small dock. As its shadow began to pass over me I flailed my arms, frantically trying to grab any solid object.

My right arm hit something solid and I grabbed it with both hands and held on as hard as I could. To my surprise, the object was much softer than the wooden plank I had expected. An even greater surprise came when the object suddenly raised itself out of the turbulent water, taking me with it. I was lifted high above the water, then moved sideways and suddenly there was solid ground beneath me.

I lay there for several minutes, just catching my breath. Then I looked at the object I had grabbed onto and lost it again. It was a giant toe! I rolled on my back and looked up as a beautiful giantess smiled down at me.

"YOU’RE A LITTLE SMALL TO BE TAKING A SWIM IN THE RIVER, AREN’T YOU?" she asked, quite reasonably.

"Help ... me," I gasped.

"DON’T WORRY, LITTLE GUY, YOU’RE SAFE NOW. I TAKE IT THE SHRINKING FLU GOT THE BETTER OF YOU, HUH? I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO MEET A SHRUNKEN MAN. EVER SINCE THE FLU STARTED SPREADING, I’VE FANTASIZED ABOUT ALL KINDS OF ... WELL, SEXUAL THINGS I MIGHT LIKE TO TRY WITH SOMEONE LIKE YOU. BUT I GUESS I’D BETTER WAIT UNTIL YOU’VE RECOVERED A BIT."

I looked up at her, speechless. She was beautiful! She was a goddess! She looked about 25 years old, wearing a small pink bikini that showed off her curvy hips, her generous breasts. She swiped a stray strand of light brown hair away from her eyes as she studied me.

I wanted her. I wanted her bad.

But I had to be dreaming, right? Ever since Valerie had left me alone in the woods, I never imagined that another woman might find me. And to have that woman think of a tiny man like me as a sexual object — impossible! But there she was, and when she reached for me and I felt her warm hand surround me, I knew she was real.

As she lay me in her bosom, my tiny life had meaning again.

"OOOH, I LIKE THE WAY YOU FEEL," she purred as I bathed in her beauty surrounding me. Her soft breasts pressed against me, easing away the chill of the river. Against her soft flesh, I drifted off to sleep.

I don’t know how long I slept on her chest, but when I finally stirred, she carefully lifted me out of her cleavage.

"IF YOU’RE RESTED ENOUGH, I’D LIKE TO SHOW YOU ANOTHER PART OF MY BODY NOW. PERHAPS YOU CAN EVEN DO ME A ‘SERVICE’ ..." she smiled, winking at me. I caught her full meaning and eagerly nodded my assent. After months, my dream was finally coming true!

She carefully placed me on the wooden dock and stood to her full height. I stared up at her massive form as she slowly lowered her bikini bottom over her hips ...

Then like a booming foghorn, a man’s voice ripped through the air: "STACY, ARE YOU COMING?"

The woman quickly pulled her bottom back up and yelled back, "SURE HON, I’LL BE RIGHT THERE. I JUST NEED TO GET CHANGED FIRST."

Then she looked down at me, sadly. "SORRY, LITTLE GUY. I WISH WE HAD MORE TIME, BUT ME AND MY HUSBAND ARE GOING OUT TO DINNER, AND I DON’T THINK HE’D WANT YOU THERE — ESPECIALLY ON OUR HONEYMOON! GOOD LUCK, THOUGH. I HOPE YOU SURVIVE."

She lifted her bare foot and used it to nudge me to the side of the dock. "No! Wait! Please help me!" I begged, but she casually bumped me with her toes, pushing me over the side.

As I was swept away in the river, I saw her turn and walk away, back to her waiting husband. My struggle for survival had just begun.

(To be continued in Chapter 7)
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Chapter 5: "The Cheerleaders"

SHOW LOW, Arizona — Pamela rolled her eyes when the cheerleading coach told them to do the routine again. It’s so lame, she thought. Why not try something original? Oh, what the hell — at least it was quick.

She kicked her right leg high as she shouted, "Hit ’em high!" Then bending over until her nose practically brushed against her knee, "Hit ’em low!" Then high kicks — left, right, left: "Go! Go! Go!" Her arms spun as she twirled the pom poms, then thrust them out to her sides in a Y stance, "Shooooow L-Ow!"

Pamela turned to her right, yelling at the girl who had just smacked her in the face with her pom pom. "Kim, you stupid bitch! I told you you were standing too close! Why don’t you get your lame ass out of here?"

The coach stepped in, putting her hand on Pamela’s shoulder. "That’s enough Pam! Hit the showers!"

"But coach," she protested, "it’s her fault. She keeps bumping into me!"

"I don’t care," the coach responded, able to create a stern face despite having to look several inches up to catch Pamela’s eyes. "You get in that locker room until you cool down!"

"Fine!" Pamela yelled, tossing her pom poms across the gym and pouting as she made her way toward the locker room.

Behind her she could hear the other cheerleaders begin practicing the routine again as she plopped down on the hard wooden bench near her locker. "This sucks," she mumbled to herself.

She pulled off her sneakers, tossing them at a few lockers across the small room. She stood and unclasped the back of her cheerleader’s skirt, letting it drop to her feet before kicking it, too, across the room. As she pulled off her sweater, a strange noise caught her attention.

She glanced at where her skirt and sneakers had landed and noticed a small movement on the floor nearby. "Yeeech!" she gasped, horrified at the thought of a cockroach scurrying so close to her clothes.

Pamela strode across the room as the thing disappeared underneath her discarded skirt. She started stomping down with her foot, trying to hit the bug underneath, then thought better of that strategy. After all, she didn’t want to be washing cockroach guts out of her uniform skirt.

She grabbed one of the nearby sneakers and held it above the floor as she bent down and gingerly grabbed a corner of the skirt. Mentally bracing herself, she yanked the skirt away and slammed the sneaker down at the thing underneath.

"Shit! I missed!" she hissed to herself as she raised the sneaker for another blow. But then she noticed the pinkish color of the bug and stopped her arm in mid-swing. The thing had two arms, two legs, and very little hair except for the top of its head and between its legs and — she gasped — it looked familiar!

"Pam, please stop! Help me!" the little man shouted.

"John, is that really you? What happened?" Pamela asked softly.

She had to lean her ear close to him to understand what he was saying. "It was the shrinking plague," he said. "It just happened to me about a half an hour ago. Please, can you take me to my sister? I need help."

His sister — Kim. An evil smile spread across Pamela’s face.

"Oh, don’t worry little guy. Big ol’ Pam here will take care of you," she said, purring.

John looked at her nervously as she rolled her tongue over her lips, played with a stray stand of her curly blonde hair and thrust her chest out in his direction. She put her hand behind his three-inch form and idly ran her finger over his naked body.

"Um, please Pam, I’m scared! Just bring me to Kim, I want to go home!" he cried to her.

But Pamela was already contemplating all the possibilities. "Oh, you’re going home all right," she said softly, "my home."

John tried to run then, but her hand was right there to gently grab him. She lifted him up to her face as she stood to her full six-foot height, and chuckled as he struggled and screamed. Then she pulled her bra forward and dropped him against her right breast, letting the fabric snap back into place, trapping him there.

Pamela got dressed quickly, deciding against a shower until she could get home safely with her new toy. And I’m so sweaty too, she thought. I hope he doesn’t drown in my bosom!

When she pulled on her T-shirt, she saw that John’s tiny body made an unsightly — and very noticeable — bulge underneath. But just then, she heard the other cheerleaders coming into the locker room. Thinking quickly, she grabbed her uniform and held it in front of her prominent chest.

Kim glared at her as she walked through the door, but Pamela just smiled back. Then, quickly exchanging "see ya later"s with some of the other girls, she slipped out the door and headed for her car.

Pamela could hardly contain her excitement as she fumbled with her keys. Finally getting her car door open, she plopped down on the driver’s seat and reached inside her shirt for her little prisoner. "I can’t wait ’till I get home — I want you to start caressing my legs as I drive," she instructed him.

Dropping John between her legs, Pamela gave him a push underneath her thigh-length skirt and started the car. Not feeling anything from John, she squeezed her legs together, trapping him in-between. Letting go, she yelled, "I said I want some action little man — NOW!"

John didn’t need another warning. Pamela could feel his tiny hands caressing her upper thigh, his lips brushing against her skin. It tickled more than anything, but she enjoyed knowing she held his life between her legs.

The trip home was far too short. She didn’t mean to, but several times she reflexively clamped her thighs together on little John as he tickled her. Parking her car on the side of the driveway, Pamela quickly snatched John in her hand and ran inside the house.

Once in her bedroom, she wasted no time tossing him on the bed and stripping her clothes off.

"No, please don’t do this to me!" the tiny man cried. "You’ll hurt me! You’re too big!"

"No, little guy, you’re just a little too small for my tastes," she cooed back, "but I guess this time, three inches will have to be enough!"

She laughed as John scurried around the bed, frantically looking for an escape. Then she joined him, laying down slowly and grabbing John in her hand.

The erotic possibilities swept through her mind as she began gently licking him. But she was already far too wet, and couldn’t stand to waste time on foreplay. She paused briefly to rub him roughly into her breasts, then lowered her hand, pushing him against her labia.

Pamela rubbed him against herself, enjoying the sensations his struggles created. Already she felt an orgasm drawing near, and knew where she wanted John when it hit. With no warning, she stuffed him inside herself, using her finger to push him deep. Within seconds her body erupted in waves of pleasure and she could feel the tiny man’s body being crushed inside her own. As the first orgasm subsided, it took only a little movement on John’s part to bring on another ... and another ... and another.

By the time it was over, Pamela was too exhausted to even pull John out of herself before she dozed off.

When she awoke, she discovered him in a small pool of her own fluids on the bed. She didn’t know if her own body had expelled him, or if he had somehow managed to crawl out on his own. Either way, his twisted body was now motionless, and repeated proddings did nothing to change that. Sighing, she cleaned up the mess with a few tissues and flushed his body down the toilet. Should’ve been more careful with him, she thought, it would have been nice to use him a few more times.

John’s mysterious disappearance kept Kim out of school for several days as his family hoped for his return, or a ransom note, or anything to indicate what happened to him. But with the shrinking plague sweeping across the country, missing persons were becoming all too common, and the police abandoned their search after a week.

His disappearance remained the top topic of conversation throughout the school for the next several weeks. Most of it centered on speculation about what might have happened to him, and there were the usual bad-taste jokes that seem to spring up after just about any tragedy. But Pamela giggled quietly to herself a few times when she heard girls — including some members of the cheerleading squad — talk about what they might like to do with him if he had indeed shrunk and was still alive.

But otherwise, life went on as usual — and, as usual, Pamela was told to hit the showers early after another outburst at cheerleading practice.

Toweling herself off afterwards, Pamela began to feel a little dizzy. She sat on the bench, her towel dropping to the floor beneath her. Then the world seemed to turn upside down, and she passed out.

Looking at her enormous surroundings as she woke up, it didn’t take her long to figure out what happened. After all, the concept of miniature people was relatively fresh in her mind. "Oh my God," she whispered to herself, "it happened to me!"

She sat on the enormous bench crying for several minutes before the other cheerleaders came back into the room. She watched in awe as their enormous legs strode by the bench, the miniskirts high overhead bouncing up and down against their butts as they walked.

Then, inevitably, one of them spotted her.

"Hey everybody, look!" the cheerleader shouted to the others. "Pamela’s shrunk!"

Soon huge bare legs in every direction surrounded her. The girls looked down at her from what seemed like hundreds of feet above.

Pamela saw Kim push her way to the front of the crowd and reach toward her. She screamed and jumped off the bench in desperation, landing on the soft towel underneath. Dazed, she looked up at her fellow cheerleaders giggling at her from high above, their feet all around her. Then she was engulfed in Kim’s giant hand and swept up to her face at a dizzying speed.

Kim’s huge eyes locked with hers, and the giant girl smiled an evil grin.

"Well girls, it looks like we all have a new toy to play with!" Kim’s voice boomed. "Does anyone mind if I go first?"

The other girls nodded reluctant agreement and Pamela screamed as Kim pulled forward her skirt and panties and dropped her inside.
 
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Chapter 6: "For Taller, For Shorter"

MAMMOTH, West Virginia — Life is a funny thing. Just when you think you got it figured out, it throws you a curveball that makes you see things from a different perspective.

In my case, literally.

Let me introduce myself. I’m Jack Kelly. Just six months ago, I was a promising young account manager at Hartford Steam Boiler, an insurance company located in the nation’s insurance capital — Hartford, Connecticut.

I was making good money, and better still, I had just married the most wonderfully beautiful woman in the world (or at least my part of it), Mary Ellen Snyder, who was one of the engineers working downstairs.

When I first saw her, my heart leapt into my throat. She had sandy-blonde hair, gentle features, a nicely-rounded (but not too big) bust and a smile that could melt away all the ice in Antarctica. Then she stood, and I almost fainted on the spot. She was wearing a skirt that went to about mid-thigh (probably about as short as the company would allow), and she had simply the most fantastic pair of legs I’d ever seen.

I wanted her. Bad.

But I never imagined she’d want anything to do with me. Not that I have a bad self-image — I mean, it’s not like I’d never had a woman show interest in me before — but a woman like Mary? I didn’t know where she was playing, but it certainly wasn’t my league. Or so I thought.

After several weeks of exchanging polite hellos whenever our paths happened to cross, one day I was leaving for home when she stepped into a crowded elevator with me. When we got out on the first floor, we unintentionally started walking together, and a polite conversation ensued. Before I knew what was happening, we were telling each other all about ourselves as we got to her car, which was parked not quite as far down the street as mine was.

I didn’t want the conversation to end. Luckily, neither did she.

We talked for what must have been close to an hour standing by her car, me expecting at any moment that she would suddenly say "Well, I’ve got to go now," and drive away from my life forever. But it didn’t happen.

Then came what must be the most joyous words I’ve ever heard — make that the second most, after her "I do" at the altar — "Say, would you like to go out for drinks sometime?" To make a long story short, we dated for nearly two years before I finally got up the nerve to ask her to marry me.

That brings me back to six months ago, when my new life began. You see, I am a victim of the shrinking plague. Now I’m just two inches tall.

It happened on a Saturday afternoon while Mary was out shopping. I was just relaxing, watching a college football game, when I started feeling strangely hot and dizzy. I decided to lie down for awhile and started heading toward the bedroom, then passed out just as I got through the doorway.

I woke inside what seemed to me to be an enormous, collapsed circus tent. It wasn’t until I finally found the edge and poked my head out from underneath that I realized it was my shirt.

Looking around the familiar, but now hugely out-of-proportion bedroom, all I could feel was despair. My world had disappeared. There was no cure, and I was doomed to life as an insect. What would my wife think? Would she even see me? I curled up beside a 30-story-high bureau and sobbed.

It was about 45 minutes later that I saw Mary again, for the first time. I heard the thunderous banging of the back door opening and packages being dropped on the floor. In a booming voice she called my name, but there was no way for me to answer. Then the floor started shaking as her footsteps came closer ...

I saw her feet first as she entered the room. In an explosion of leather and flesh her right foot came down a few feet — a mere inch on her scale — from my body. From my position sitting on the floor, I had to look up to even see her enormous toes poking out from her open shoes. Her heel was propped up high overhead, well out of my reach. Beyond that her wonderful legs seemed to stretch into the sky. Looking straight up, I could barely recognize Mary’s soft breasts, her beautiful face still calling for me.

She was right there, yet a world away.

She tossed her purse on the bed, apparently assuming I had left the house for awhile. She kicked off her heels and undid the top couple of buttons on her blouse, but left it on. I watched her silently from the corner of the bureau.

She terrified me. Every move she made shook the floor like an earthquake. Her body — any part of it — could crush me in an instant. I couldn’t believe something so huge could possibly move so gracefully. She was awesome. She was terrible. She was a goddess and I was a mere mortal, unworthy of her presence.

I had to hide. I couldn’t bear to have her find me so helpless.

When she stepped over to the nightstand on the other side of the bed I made my move. Running as fast as I could, I headed for the bed. I could hide underneath for awhile, and then ... well, I didn’t know.

I underestimated the distance. I hadn’t even made it halfway to the bed when Mary came back around. Frantic, I raced toward her shoes, which were much closer than the bed at that point. One shoe was on its side, and I hid as best I could behind the huge heel.

Bad mistake.

Mary sat on the bed, then leaned over to pick up her shoes. My hiding place was suddenly gone, and I was out in the open.

She saw me. She screamed, backing away. Then, quickly slipping the right shoe back on her foot, she gathered her courage and approached again, raising her beautiful leg to squash out my life.

I screamed. She paused. She looked again. She screamed again.

"Oh my God, Jack ..." she stammered. She cried. I feinted.
 
 

Things have gotten much better since then. We have found a new home here in West Virginia. It is night right now, and I’m writing this journal by the light of a single candle. When I’m done, Mary said she’ll use a copy machine to enlarge my tiny scribbles so she can read them. So, this part’s for you Mary:

As I sit here trying to relate the incredible experiences I’ve had over the past six months, you are sleeping quietly in bed. The flickering light from my candle here on the nightstand lights your golden hair, while your face glows with a radiance seemingly all its own. I am more in love with you than ever.

For weeks after you found me, I was petrified of you. The power you exhibited in even the slightest movements was more than even an army of men my size could create. You could practically kill me with an angry thought.

But whenever you touched me, your hand felt so soft and warm. I don’t know how someone your size could pick me up and handle me so gently. And your looks of concern, better yet your smiles, were enough to chase my fears away.

I never told you before quite what I felt the first time we made love after I had shrunk. I knew how much it meant to you, and I didn’t want to scare you. But I think I can tell you now, because I know you know how much it means to me, too.

When it first happened, I was as eager as you were. For weeks I had lay on your breasts at night, feeling their warmth. When I first crawled down between your legs, I didn’t know what I might be able to do, if anything. But your soft moans urged me on. My pleasure came in pleasuring you.

Then the heavy weight of your hand hit me. I knew what you wanted, but I was afraid. When you started pushing me inside of yourself, I thought you were just being playful. Before I knew what was happening I was in up to my neck, your labia closing in around my head. Once again, I was terrified of your sheer size. Your muscles slowly pulled me in and I frantically tried to fight my way out.

Then your orgasm came. The crushing pressure drove the breath out of my lungs and I thought I would drown. The pressure was intense, but your softness kept me safe. When you finally pulled me out and I saw the look on your face, felt your gentle kiss against my body, I decided that anything that made you that happy was okay with me.

There’s so much more I want to say, but it can wait. I want to lay once again wrapped in your golden hair, your warm cheek against my body as I listen to your soft breathing.

My fears are gone. My dreams await.
 
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Chapter 7: "... have this wish ..."

A strange, tingly sensation filled Charlie’s body. He groaned as light seeped through his closed eyelids, slowly waking him.

"Whaaat the fuuuck?" he mumbled aloud.

Nearby he heard the thundering, gurgling sounds of a stream — provoking bad memories. Stream. Water. Drowning. It came back to him in bits and pieces. That bitch, he thought. How could she just kick me back into the water like that? I could have — should have — drowned!

He looked around. He wasn’t far from the stream, which seemed somehow less dangerous now that he was out of it. How he managed that, he couldn’t remember. He was still in the forest somewhere, but the foliage seemed less dense here.

Charlie staggered to his feet, wincing as his sore muscles objected. He noted the numerous small scrapes and bruises covering his tiny body. Could have been worse, he figured.

He tilted his head back to look up at his surroundings. A shock of surprise and hope shot through him when he saw a large building (and what, on his scale, didn’t look large?) up ahead. He couldn’t tell what it was, exactly, but any building meant people, and people meant a chance for survival. Or — he thought miserably while once again wincing at the pain as he began moving slowly in that direction — a chance for more agony. I can’t believe I used to actually fantasize about this type of crap, he thought, mentally kicking himself.

Charlie continued scanning his surroundings as he limped toward the building. He figured it must be early to mid-morning as the sun shone at a low angle through the enormous trees. As he got closer to the building, he could hear the sound of water running — but not the familiar sounds of the stream behind him. More like … a shower, he thought.

Closer still, he began to hear voices, a few giggles — unmistakably feminine, and young at that. Memories of past fantasy filled his mind again, and he absently noted that his penis had responded to his thoughts and the sound of the women. Somehow, Charlie fought through the pain and found the strength to start jogging toward the entrance to the building.

He was just about at the doorway when one of the women — a girl, really, he noticed — stepped outside. Charlie stood motionless, stunned. She was beautiful! She was huge! She was … turning toward him!

The giant girl flipped her head, tossing her hair behind her as she threw a towel over her shoulder. She was wearing a fuzzy white bathrobe and flip-flops that flipped and flopped as she took a couple of steps in his direction. And just like that, in a single heartbeat for Charlie, she was directly above him. She passed overhead too quickly to get a good look, but he got a brief glimpse of tremendously long, smooth, curvy legs. He didn’t think she was wearing anything under the robe, but it all happened too quickly for him to notice for sure.

Charlie remained motionless as she disappeared down a path into the woods, but he started breathing again. Then he noticed the edge of her footprint a mere inch away on her scale, and realized just how close he had come to dying a bug’s death. Suddenly he felt dizzy.

After pausing a few more moments to catch his breath, Charlie realized he had to either go inside the building or get away from the doorway. If he stayed where he was, next time he might not be so lucky. He looked back the way he had come. He looked ahead at the doorway, which was at an angle so that he could not see inside. But he still heard the voices, the running water, the sound of girls’ laughter.

He ran toward the entrance.

He turned the corner quickly and ran to the side to avoid being in the path of any giantesses. Then he looked up. He stopped breathing again.

There was a teenage girl right near him, standing by a sink. She was naked, a towel wrapped around her hair. She stepped back from the sink for a moment and Charlie noticed she was brushing her teeth. He also noticed she had a great body. Her toes wriggled as she brushed. Her small (on her scale) breasts jiggled slightly. And for the first time since he shrunk, Charlie got a good look at a vagina that could engulf his entire body, highlighted by a patch of curly blonde hair.

He was so enraptured by the girl near him that he almost didn’t notice the girl in front of the sinks on the other side of the room. Not the prettiest girl in the world, he thought, but still a marvel. She had dark black hair and very skinny legs. A towel covered most of the rest of her. It was hard to tell from his perspective, but Charlie thought she was probably a few inches taller than the blonde above him.

Then he looked across the room. My God, he thought. There were four … no, make that five other girls, all apparently in their mid- to late teens, all gloriously naked as they bathed in an open shower room. Charlie watched their bodies move gracefully as they lathered, rinsed. It was like being in the women’s locker room of the Mt. Olympus Health Club. They were all like goddesses, impossibly huge, impossibly beautiful, impossibly out of his reach.

But he wasn’t out of theirs. He moved forward without looking — or even thinking — as he watched the girls in the shower. He came to his senses only when he heard the shout above him.

"EWWW, YUCK!" Charlie heard the blonde giantess gasp. He was sure she had mistaken him for a bug or a spider and flinched in anticipation of meeting his fate under her bare foot. But then she continued, "HOW DISGUSTING! IT’S A SHRUNKEN MAN!"

Disgusting? Charlie’s ego was badly bruised. Sure, he may not be the erotic dream man of every woman in the world, but no female had ever referred to him as "disgusting" before — okay, maybe that one blonde in the bar that time, but other than that …

His train of thought was derailed as a giant hand surrounded him and lifted him into the air at a dizzying speed. "HEY Y’ALL, LOOK AT THIS CREEP," his giant captor boomed out to her friends.

Fighting against the girl’s crushing fingers, Charlie found himself surrounded. "IT’S NOT ONE OF THE GUYS FROM OUR SCHOOL, IS IT?" he heard one of the other girls ask. "NOPE, HE’S TOO OLD," his captor said. "HE MIGHT BE ONE OF THE BAND ADVISORS OR A CHAPERONE FROM ONE OF THE OTHER SCHOOLS HERE THOUGH."

The pieces were beginning to fall into place for Charlie. He must have stumbled into a campground that was hosting the participants of some high school band competition. "Er, look girls …" he began.

"SHUT UP, YOU LITTLE PERVERT," his captor said. "GOT A THING FOR HIGH SCHOOL GIRLS OR SOMETHING? YOU LITTLE SHIT. HOW DARE YOU COME IN HERE? IS THIS SOME KIND OF CHEAP THRILL FOR YOU?"

Charlie wanted to protest, but much to his embarrassment, his penis was now fully erect and about to explode against the girl’s fingers. He opened his mouth to try to say something — anything — that might be helpful in his current situation, but was once again cut off, this time by one of the girls who had been in the shower, a busty girl with dark red hair and a perky face lined with freckles.

"LET’S KILL ‘EM," she said. Okay, pretty, Charlie thought, but not exactly Miss Congeniality.

His stomach did flip-flops (much like the footwear of another giant girl he’d seen recently) as the other girls in the crowd murmured general agreement.

"COOL," his giant captor said.

She pulled off the towel around her hair and carried him into the shower area, the other girls close behind. Her hair fell well past her shoulders and she pulled some of it in front of herself, lowering Charlie to one clump of strands.

"YOU MIGHT WANT TO HOLD ON," she suggested.

He did just in time. She turned on the shower and stepped into the spray. Charlie was pummeled by water from seemingly all sides as he clung desperately to the hair, which now hung wetly right over the girl’s left breast. Charlie reacted with surprise when he suddenly felt her huge nipple brush against him, and the water knocked him free of the girl’s hair. He fell right onto her foot and was surprised to find himself relatively uninjured, except for having the breath knocked out of him.

But there was no mercy from the giant girls. His blonde captor kicked him toward the center of the shower area, where the water flowed rapidly toward an open drain.

He struggled against the flow and began to get away from the drain, but the other girls surrounded him and started splashing water in his direction. Unable to overcome the huge waves being splashed at him, he slowly slipped toward the drain again.

"Help me, please!" he shouted, but still the splashes came from the naked girls all around him. He heard their laughter again, but this time it was directed at him. And before he knew it, his legs fell into the drain and he desperately grasped one of the metal bars covering the opening with both arms.

The girls stopped splashing water at him as he hung there, clinging to life. Some of them crouched down and smiled at him as he started slipping. He noticed one brunette begin to finger herself as she watched his desperate struggle against the flowing water.

His blonde captor stepped though the crowd and stood over him. She, too, crouched down over the drain and drops of water flowed off her body onto him. He looked up at her and saw her massive labia overhead like the gates of heaven. But he knew he was about to head in the other direction.

"Please help me," he begged.

The blonde looked down between her legs at him and winked. Then she spat. Her saliva hit Charlie hard and he lost his grip, plummeting into the darkness below. Above, the girl grinned as she watched the little man fall down the drain.

(Concluded in Chapter 10)
 
 

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Chapter 8: "A Tangled Web"

WINDSOR LOCKS, Ct. — Daylight began seeping through Adam’s eyelids but he kept them firmly shut, wanting to extend the most wonderful night of his life a little longer.

He had been visiting Stella’s bar nearly every Friday night for more than a year, but he rarely tried to pick up women there and never had any luck when he did. But this night ... this amazing night ... he still couldn’t believe what had happened as he half thought, half dreamt of the previous evening.

A positively gorgeous young blonde strolled into the bar, amazingly alone. She wasn’t exactly the model type, but she had a pretty face that glowed with her wonderful smile. She had an athletically trim body that moved with graceful elegance — and her legs, shown off by a medium-short length skirt, seemed to go on forever without a trace of imperfection.

She caught many men’s attention, but just politely smiled as she shrugged off their advances. Adam wouldn’t have even tried to approach her, but his friends egged him on, urging him to "wow her with your manliness." He fully expected to be turned down, but finally decided even being in her presence for a few moments, hearing her melodious voice politely urging him to go elsewhere, would be a nice experience.

So he went to her, tapped her gently on the shoulder — and completely lost his voice when she turned to face him. "Ah ... er ... um ..." was all he could get out for the first awkward moments. But she just smiled, and he finally stumbled out: "I’m ... uh ... sorry. I really didn’t mean to bother you. I just ... uh ... wanted to talk with you. I’m sorry, I’ll leave you alone."

"I didn’t say I wanted to be alone, did I?" she asked sweetly.

Adam struggled to regain what little composure he had. "But you avoided all those other guys ..."

"Those other guys were ego-inflated assholes that think all they have to do is strut their manliness and women will go swooning," she said. "Maybe I prefer a more polite approach. Would you like to grab a booth? I’d be happy to talk with you for a while."

And that’s how it started. They talked there for hours, and seemed to click incredibly well. It turned out her name was Catherine Lowe, and she was a teacher and assistant girls basketball coach in the local school system. In fact, at 5-feet-11, she had once been the star of the team when she was in high school.

When last call came in the bar, neither of them wanted the night to end. Cathy suggested they go to her place to listen to music and talk some more, and Adam excitedly agreed. The talking soon led to cuddling, then passionate kissing, and the next thing he knew they were in her bed. If she had been half as good on a basketball court as she was in bed, Adam figured she must have been quite a star indeed.

As he thought about her, Adam reached over to put his arm around her again. But all he felt was an empty bed. Finally his eyes snapped open — and his mind nearly snapped from the shock of what he saw.

The world all around him was pure white — except for an enormous wall of flesh not far away. Sitting up quickly, Adam looked more closely and noticed the wall curved inward in a horizontal line down its middle. Then he noticed the entire flesh-colored structure seemed nicely curved ... and in an instant his mind adjusted to a new scale and he realized what he was looking at was Cathy’s gargantuan ass.

He was still in bed with her, but he had shrunk! He couldn’t even begin to imagine how small he must be now, but guessed it must be less than an inch. He ass seemed at least 100 feet long and more than 150 feet high.

Not knowing what else to do, Adam walked over to her. The bed sank down from her weight, and he slid down the sheet until he bumped against her skin. Even at this size, it seemed so soft, so warm. He stretched out both arms on her buttock and kissed her flesh. He had to get her attention somehow, but he couldn’t imagine how he could ever get her to notice him at his size.

As he pondered his situation, Cathy’s enormous body began to move. Adam tried to get away from her ass, but slipped on the sloping surface of the bed. She rolled toward him, and his legs were pinned under her. He felt several thuds hit the bed, then heard her booming voice: "SON OF A BITCH TOOK OFF ALREADY!"

He started pounding on her butt, yelling as loud as he could: "No! I’m down here! Can’t you feel me?"

For a moment, he thought he had succeeded in getting her attention when her ass lifted off of him. But she got out of bed completely, leaving him stranded under the sheet.

Adam got up and started crawling toward her side of the bed. He could tell she was still in the room because her movements felt like earthquake tremors all around him. But soon they became more distant, then stopped entirely. Still he continued crawling to get out from under the sheet.

At last he got out from under the white covering and looked around. His gut turned as he gazed at the sheer immensity of everything around him. It was all familiar, and yet, not. He felt like Jack having reached the top of the beanstalk. He was in another world, one in which he didn’t belong.

He heard water running and realized Cathy must be in the shower. That was good. Adam was sure she’d figure out what happened to him eventually, just as soon as she noticed his clothes — his clothes! Shit! Adam thought as he remembered the night before. Shortly after they’d made love for the first time, Cathy had gotten up to go to the bathroom, playfully tossing all his clothes out the window and saying, "You won’t need these again tonight." They had fallen into the bushes below the window, and Adam had planned on retrieving them the next morning. How long would it be before Cathy found them down there? Shit! Adam thought again.

And his car — he had left his car parked in front of Stella’s when Cathy drove him to her place! It was just three blocks away, and Adam had planned to walk back that morning. Now she had no way of knowing he was still here!

Would Cathy be able to hear him shout for her at his size? Would she even recognize him if she saw him, or would she mistake him for a bug? Adam knew he had to try. There was no telling how long it would be before his clothes were discovered in the bushes or his car noticed in front of Stella’s. And would anyone be able to find him even then? Or know where to look?

There was a nightstand with a mirror above it right next to the head of the bed, and Adam headed in that direction. He figured Cathy would probably go to the nightstand at some point during her morning routine.

As he neared the pillow, a loud sound came from behind him, and he turned to see a goddess in the flesh. Cathy came out of the shower wrapped in a towel and moved to her closet. At nearly six feet tall, Adam had found her beautiful. Now she was about a hundred times that size, and she was beyond description. He had never seen anything so immense look so lovely. Even though her footfalls seemed to cause the whole world to shake, she still moved with a grace beyond compare. As he gazed up from her feet to her legs, past the covering towel molded in the curves of her hips to her back and sunlight-golden hair, Adam wanted to touch, to feel, to explore every part of her body an inch at a time. He still wanted her — bad. But now she was completely out of reach.

Eventually she found a dress she liked and moved toward the bed. Adam immediately jumped up and down, yelling and waving to get her attention, but she didn’t notice. Instead, she tossed the dress on the bed and the sudden gust of wind blew Adam right over the edge into the shadows below.

He screamed as he fell, but never hit the ground. Instead he landed among some strange cords — soft and sticky, but very strong. Are these cobwebs? he thought as he struggled to get free. But the cords began sticking to his skin like they were covered in super glue, and soon another, much more horrible, thought struck him.

Craning his neck way back, his worst fears were confirmed. An immense spider began crawling slowly down its web toward him.

"Cathy! Cathy! Help me, please!" he began shouting frantically at the top of his lungs. But she still didn’t hear him. As he watched, she dropped her towel to the floor and he saw her whole naked body stretching high above. She looked at herself in the mirror and began doing something with her hair.

Craning his head back again, Adam saw the spider getting close, saw its mandibles dripping. "Noooooooo! Oh, my God! Noooooooo!" He looked back at Cathy, his unseen eyes pleading. "Cathy! Please! You have to see me! Heeeeeelp!"

Even with the imminent danger of being eaten alive, his penis became fully erect at the sight of Cathy’s naked body above him. Her colossal breasts high above seemed to call to him; the tuft of blonde hair hundreds of feet closer between her legs seemed to mock him. He was about to feel hell with heaven in full sight.

She turned on a hair dryer and all his hopes vanished as her hair began blowing around her head in the artificial sky.

"No! No! No!" his cries turned into uncontrollable sobbing. "Please, don’t let this happen!" He started struggling frantically as the spider’s leg touched his arm. "Noooooooooooooooo! Please, oh my God, please help me!"

He caught one last look at Cathy in her full glory before the spider’s body was on top of him. His mind froze with panic and all he could do was sob quietly — unseen, unheard. Then the monster bit him and the light faded from his eyes.
 
 

Cathy’s nude body was the most wondrous landscape Adam had ever seen.

His head barely poked out of her belly button as he looked through the twin mountains of her breasts toward her face. She was smiling at him, and he was drawn to her.

He seemed to float past her abdomen before reaching her fleshy mountains and climbing on top. He hugged her giant nipple, which was nearly his height.

"TIME TO PLAY," he heard her booming voice say, and in an instant he found himself snug between her outer labia, gazing out at her huge, curvy thighs. Though her vagina was warm and soft, it seemed to begin closing in on him, and soon he realized he could no longer move his arms or legs. Suddenly he became afraid, and when he saw the giant finger moving toward him, he shouted: "Noooooo!"
 
 

Adam’s eyes snapped open, but his mind had trouble processing the input coming from his various senses.

He realized he had been dreaming, but couldn’t figure out why he still could not move his arms or legs. Craning his head forward as much as he could, he saw that his body from his toes to his neck was encased in shiny white fibers. They were silky soft, but incredibly strong.

Adam closed his eyes for a moment and the memories started returning: Cathy, waking up to the sight of her enormous bottom, falling, screaming for help, a giant monster ...

"Noooooo!" he shouted again, now fully regaining his senses. He struggled frantically and tried to look around, but he already knew where he was — wrapped in a cocoon, still stuck in the spiderweb.

He wasn’t dead, but that brought little comfort. He knew the spider was merely saving him to eat alive at a more convenient time, and rescue seemed an impossibility now that he was wrapped up. He could neither see nor hear Cathy, and guessed she wasn’t home. Caving in to despair, he closed his eyes and started whimpering.

Hours later — Adam had no way of knowing exactly how long — he was startled back to his senses by the vibrations of enormous footfalls. Cathy was back! What little hope he had left sprung to life as he waited and prayed for her to come in the bedroom.

For many agonizing minutes Adam heard her movements downstairs, then the footfalls finally started coming closer. With a loud noise, the door to the bedroom swung open, and Cathy walked in — followed closely by another woman, a leggy, busty redhead.

Adam began shouting for help right away, but his efforts produced no more success than they had before. It seemed he was destined to die like an unnoticed bug in the presence of a pair of beautiful goddesses.

Cathy led the other woman toward her bed, then turned and to Adam’s shock, placed a firm kiss on her mouth.

The two said nothing as they stripped and made love. Adam didn’t see much of what was happening from his vantagepoint below bed level, except for the occasional limb hanging over the edge. But the bed kept shaking like an earthquake the likes of which have never been seen in the normal human world. At one point, Cathy knelt on the floor by the side of the bed and began licking and nibbling at her partner’s vagina. Adam had a good view of that spectacle, but didn’t even try to call out to the women.

His mind drifted back to his night with Cathy. He could almost feel her soft skin, her wet kisses; smell her sweet scent.

When they were finally done, Adam heard them start to talk.

"THANKS FOR COMING HERE TONIGHT, JEN. I REALLY NEEDED SOMEONE TONIGHT. I’M SO SORRY I’VE KEPT YOU WAITING," Cathy said.

"THAT’S OKAY, CATH, I KNEW YOU’D COME AROUND EVENTUALLY. I UNDERSTAND YOUR NEED TO GIVE MEN ANOTHER TRY. I HAD A HARD TIME ACCEPTING MY HOMOSEXUALITY AT FIRST TOO."

"I JUST CAN’T BELIEVE THAT GUY ADAM CUT OUT ON ME. HE SEEMED SO NICE. BUT I GUESS YOU’RE RIGHT, HE JUST GOT WHAT HE WANTED AND DISAPPEARED."

"WELL, I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE," Jen consoled her lover. "I JUST WISH I COULD THANK ADAM PERSONALLY FOR FINALLY CONVINCING YOU TO STICK WITH ME!"

Both women laughed as Adam began to cry. If only Cathy knew how badly he wanted to be with her right now, he thought. Why did this happen to me? Why?

A sudden vibration in the spiderweb sent a shiver down his spine. He craned his neck back, and saw the huge spider start moving his way. "No! No, please!" he cried in despair.

As the spider continued its slow movements, he saw Cathy get out of bed and start fumbling through her purse. She took out what looked like a roll of breath mints and popped one in her mouth. Just then, she momentarily lost her grip on the purse and a long cylindrical object dropped to the floor with a soft thump. Adam took a quick look at it and realized it was a wrapped tampon.

"OOPS," Cathy said as she reached for it. Her face suddenly filled Adam’s vision and he called out to her again: "Cathy! Please help me!"

For a second, his heart leapt with excitement as she seemed to stare right at him. But then she quickly gave a disgusted frown, backed away and stood up. "UGH, A THERE’S A SPIDER BY THE BED!" she said. She picked up one of her nearby heels, slipped it on and raised her foot over the web, aiming for the spider still a few inches (by her scale) away from Adam.

Jen’s face suddenly appeared over the edge of the bed. "YUK! LOOKS LIKE IT CAUGHT ITSELF A MEAL, TOO!" she said.

Adam started screaming. "Help! It’s me! I’m human! Kill it! Kill the spider!"

Just as Cathy started lowering her foot, Jen stopped her. "I HAVE A BETTER IDEA," she said. "THAT TINY LITTLE SPIDER AIN’T GONNA HURT US. WHY DON’T YOU LET IT ENJOY EATING ITS MEAL WHILE I EAT ... YOU!"

Cathy laughed. "WELL, IF YOU INSIST! LOOKS LIKE YOU CAUGHT A TEMPORARY STAY OF EXECUTION THERE SPIDER. BUT I’LL BE BACK!"

"No! Don’t go away!" Adam screamed in terror. "Please help me — you have to kill it! Heeeeeelp!"

But Cathy just turned away as Jen stood up next to her. "IT’S FUNNY, I THINK I CAN EVEN HEAR THAT TINY BUG IT CAUGHT MAKING TERRIFIED LITTLE NOISES," she said, laughing.

"I ONLY HOPE THAT SPIDER ENJOYS ITS MEAL AS MUCH AS I’M GOING TO ENJOY MINE!" Jen said.

As Adam looked on helplessly, Jen knelt in front of Cathy and started mouthing her pussy. The spider, sensing the danger had passed, continued its descent toward him.

"No! No! No!" Adam moaned as he watched the women so close to him, but a world away. Jen’s back seemed like a vast fleshy wall. Cathy’s tremendous breasts loomed like blimps far overhead. The women’s moans sounded like rolling thunder.

Then a long, bony leg appeared over his face, followed by another. The spider’s body moved overhead, past him, then turned around. The spider’s mandibles twitched excitedly as they neared his helpless body.

As the spider lowered its body on top of him, Adam could see past it to the two women in the near distance. He watched the women’s bodies move in rhythm with one another as he felt the spider bite into him. A wave of dizziness hit him, and he could no longer breathe. His body felt like it was being turned inside out.

His last sight was of the woman he longed for holding her new lover in a passionate embrace.
 
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ChapterChapter 9: "Feeling Flushed"

FISHKILL, N.Y. — Adrenaline rushed through James’ body as he dangled from his wife’s fingers. ‘This can’t be happening,’ he thought.

James had worked hard all his life. He graduated at the top of his class at Harvard Law School, found a challenging, high-paying job with a law firm in New York City, and rose quickly through the ranks. By the age of 40, he had enough regular clients to start his own firm. Five years later, after adding a couple of partners and several fresh young lawyers to his staff, his firm was one of the most successful in the city. As chief partner, he now pulled in a seven-figure annual salary with all the perks that came with it — including his trophy wife, Lisa.

He had met Lisa in a bar a year ago. She approached him, practically oozing sexuality with her wavy blonde hair and low-cut, open-at-the-thigh dress. Her manner made it clear that she would be his that night, and for many nights to come.

James wasn’t stupid — he wouldn’t have attained his position in the world if he were — but he didn’t mind spending some of his money on a sexy 22-year-old. The fact she was half his age only made it all the more exciting. Six months later they were married while on a trip to Las Vegas. Of course, being the smart person he was, James made sure she signed a prenuptial agreement first.

But all his cleverness couldn’t prepare him for suddenly waking up in the morning to find himself just three inches tall.

He had run over to where his giant wife lay on her side of the bed and started pounding on her back. At first she didn’t seem to notice. Then her giant hand reached back and swatted him away.

As James lay with his head spinning, Lisa rolled onto her back. Gathering his senses, James noticed her hair falling over her pillow to the mattress. With his reduced weight he easily climbed up through her hair to the top of the pillow, making his way to her huge ear. Then he made the mistake of his life. He called for help.

"WHAAA …" Lisa mumbled as she started to wake up. James ran backward as she rolled onto her side, her nose bumping into him and knocking him flat. Then Lisa opened her eyes and in a flash jumped off the bed.

"SHIT!" she shouted, her transparent nightgown glimmering in the morning light coming through the window. "WHAT THE FUCK?" she asked no one in particular.

James shouted at her, but she couldn’t hear him until she finally kneeled by the side of the bed and turned her ear toward him. "Honey, please help me," he called. "It must be the shrinking flu. Get me to a hospital or something!"

Lisa stood and began pacing across the room. James could only sit on the pillow and watch her move. She paused for a moment, seeming to consider something, then an evil grin spread slowly across her face that sent a shiver down James’ spine.

She turned and started speaking to an imaginary person as she reached for him. "WHY, I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE HE MIGHT HAVE GONE, OFFICER," she mocked. "I JUST WOKE UP IN THE MORNING AND HE WAS GONE. HE DIDN’T EVEN TAKE ANYTHING WITH HIM. YOU DON’T THINK SOMETHING HAPPENED TO HIM, DO YOU? WHY OF COURSE YOU CAN LOOK AROUND, IF YOU THINK IT’LL HELP. I’D JUST BE CRUSHED IF I LOST MY LITTLE JIMMY."

And so James now dangled from her fingers in fear for his life. He didn’t know quite what she had planned, but he had a good idea it involved getting rid of him permanently.

"Honey, please. Don’t do this," he begged.

"SHUT UP, TWERP," she said harshly. "YOU’LL BE LUCKY IF I DON’T DECIDE TO PISS ON YOU FIRST!"

As she said that, James suddenly realized where she was carrying him and panicked.

"No, no, no, no, pleeese," he cried. She didn’t listen as they entered the bathroom. "Please, I’m your husband!" he said.

"NOT ANYMORE," she declared, releasing her grip on him. He fell what seemed like a hundred feet through the air before hitting the water. He sputtered as he came to the surface, then looked up at his gigantic wife towering over him. Her nightgown had slipped open immodestly (not that it was too modest to begin with), and he saw one of her gigantic breasts, its nipple seeming like an accusing finger pointing at him as she bent over the bowl to take a last look at her former lover.

"I HAVE NO USE FOR YOU AT YOUR SIZE, BUT YOUR MONEY WILL SURE COME IN HANDY!" she giggled. "I WAS WONDERING HOW I’D EVER GET AROUND THAT PRENUPTUAL AGREEMENT, BUT WHEN YOU DISAPPEAR I’LL GET EVERYTHING!"

James tried to clear his mind and think. He was a defense lawyer, dammit, and this wasn’t the first time he had to plead for a client’s life. He looked up at her huge, beautiful body and a thought struck him.

"Wait," he said, "think about the opportunity you’re passing up. At my size, you’ll have control of the estate no matter what — why not keep a little man-toy as a bonus? You know how you always wanted me to go down on you but I didn’t want to? Well, now you can get me to do whatever you want! You know, down, outside, inside, whatever."

She seemed to consider that for a moment, then burst out laughing. "YOU REALLY THINK I’D WANT A THREE-INCH CREEP LIKE YOU? LOOK AT ME! I CAN GO INTO ANY BAR IN THE CITY AND TAKE HOME ANY GUY I WANT — AND I PLAN TO DO JUST THAT TONIGHT WHILE YOU’RE FLOATING AROUND DEAD IN A SEWER SOMEWHERE." She took off her nightgown completely then, dropping it behind her feet, and began lightly stroking her firm, well-rounded body. "TONIGHT, SOME HANDSOME YOUNG GUY WILL BE GETTING THIS," she said, dropping her right hand down to gently fondle her clit with one finger, "WHILE YOU GET THIS!"

James screamed as she put her hand on the handle. He closed his eyes. "Nooooooooo!" he shouted, closing his eyes …
 
 

… and suddenly found himself being lifted out of the toilet by his wife.

"MAYBE I AM BEING HASTY," she said. "AFTER ALL, YOU DID GIVE ME A GOOD LAUGH. AND IT IS KINDA EROTIC HOLDING YOUR LIFE IN MY HANDS LIKE THIS. KEEP ME PLEASED, AND I’LL LET YOU LIVE."

James was in a euphoric daze as she carried him back to the bedroom, carefully wiping his body dry with her nightie. She tossed it aside as they entered the room and she lay back on the bed, placing James on her right breast.

"YOU’RE SO TINY!" she giggled, stating the obvious. James was lost for words. She seemed to be really getting into the idea. Now, he supposed, he’d have to keep his end of the bargain — as if he had a choice.

Lisa began caressing herself with his body, and he squirmed as her flesh rushed by him. Her nipples hit him like rocks on top of a soft hill. Her lips pressed against him, coyingly wet. Her taut, tan stomach flew past, and his body spun around as his leg got jammed into her navel. "OOPS," she chuckled.

Then came the part he was expecting. She placed him between her thighs and closed them together on him as she let go with her hand. He was smothered in Lisa’s warm flesh for a few moments, but as his lungs began burning for air she relaxed her leg muscles and he was freed. He fell to the mattress and looked up to see her massive labia overhead, out of reach.

Soon they came closer, though, as she leaned forward, propping herself up with her hands behind her. "TIME FOR YOU TO TEND TO YOUR HUSBANDLY DUTIES," she urged.

James hesitated, not knowing quite how to approach the task. As far as he was concerned, the only part of a man’s body that should touch a woman’s pussy is his dick. Now, it seemed, his life had been reduced to being a dildo.

He gingerly touched the moist labia, running his hands along the outside of her passage. "YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TO DO A LOT BETTER THAN THAT," she boomed from overhead, looking down at him. James closed his eyes and reached further inside, looking for her clit. "I WANNA FEEL YOUR LITTLE TONGUE HARD AT WORK!" Lisa demanded. He tried. He really did. He took one lick, tasted her juices on the soft skin, and gagged. He tried to force himself to do it again, but Lisa had had enough.

"I GUESS THERE ARE SOME JOBS MEN CAN’T HANDLE," she shrugged, picking him up in her hand. She looked down at him for a moment, then plunged him deep inside herself.

The shock overwhelmed James’ senses, and at first he didn’t realize where he was. He tried to move around and found his legs badly twisted and bruised. Then the hot, wet, yielding walls around him began to squeeze. The pressure increased as he tried to crawl back the way he came in. His progress was halted with each contraction, but his hands finally found open air ahead and he strained to create an opening.

Lisa’s massive finger almost took his head off when it hit him. She was furiously stroking herself, and he was getting in the way. With a quick thrust, she pushed him back in.

James found himself gasping for air as he seemed to be swirled around in the darkness. The pressure felt like it was flooding against him. Then the rush of her orgasm came and cool fluid washed around him.

‘Wait,’ he thought, ‘Why is it so cool?’ He pondered that for a moment and opened his eyes …
 
 

… to see the white porcelain walls spinning past him. It had all been a daydream! She had flushed the toilet!

"Nooooo! Pleeese!" he shouted, then gagged as the swirling water flooded his mouth.

As he was pulled down into the whirlpool, he looked up one last time to see his beautiful wife Lisa waving goodbye.
 
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Chapter 10: "… I Wish Tonight"

The young woman tossed her dirty blonde hair to the side as she flapped her blanket into the air. Her breasts jiggled in the small bikini top she wore as she guided the blanket’s descent, straightening it out completely after it came to rest on the grass.

She sat down gingerly, finding the most comfortable spot possible before leaning back to lie down. Then she reached into the bag next to her and pulled out a Twinkie. She removed the wrapper and took a small bite from the golden cake before flipping onto her stomach. After taking a second bite, she placed the rest of the snack on the corner of her blanket and reached behind herself to unclasp the string across her back. Her top fell loose to either side of her breasts as she lay face down, her head resting on a balled-up towel as she bathed in the sun.

From the drainpipe, Charlie watched her actions with great interest. For months he had been hoping for a chance like this. His greatest desire was lying not far away, and he intended to get it.

The rest of the Twinkie would be his.

Behind him, the abandoned drainpipe was cluttered with the assorted scraps he had accumulated since he arrived at the campsite nearly two years before — after surviving his trip down the drain and back into the huge, raging river. Luck had been with him then, but he feared it wouldn’t be for much longer.

He had survived two winters alone in the wilderness. The first year he had been lucky. He managed to crawl into one of the cabins at the campsite, through a small hole in the bathroom floor. There had been plenty of food — some nuts, crackers, stale cereal and the like — and water was never a problem with the river running nearby. He had been protected from the elements for the most part, although he gathered as many pieces of cloth as he could find to keep himself warm in the unheated building.

But he had overstayed his welcome. When spring came a vacationing family moved into the building. A young boy found him and Charlie endured hours of the kind of torture such children tend to inflict on the small bugs and animals they capture. When he finally escaped, he vowed never to seek shelter in the giants’ world again.

After a week hiding under bushes and other plants at night, Charlie discovered the old drainpipe that stretched underneath an access road between two campsites. It was large enough for his needs, but small enough that larger animals could not enter. He made a nest inside, gathering leafs to help keep him warm and whatever scraps of food he could find — most left behind by campers.

The second winter had been rough, and he barely survived. A January storm dumped two feet of snow in the area, and he was buried underground in the drainpipe for weeks. Luckily, the snow provided some insulation from the cold, and the weather turned warm quickly when spring arrived again. Still, Charlie doubted he would survive another winter without a better way to keep himself warm.

No. 1 on his shopping list was finding a book of matches. But finding a nice, tasty snack treat with enough chemicals in it to prevent it from going bad for months — not to mention the creamy filling — was a close second.

The girl was a problem, though. He absently noted her smooth curves, her left breast bulging against the fabric of her top and the blanket, her hips and legs, the indent of her spine down her back, her buttocks partially exposed by the narrow bikini bottom she wore. She was maybe 18 or 19, Charlie reckoned, and in another life he certainly would have found her sexy. But now she was just a danger.

One thing Charlie had learned the hard way in his travels: Never trust giants.

He would have to hope she fell asleep, and snatch the snack cake then.
 
 

Amy rested uncomfortably on her blanket, the ground rough underneath her. She was hoping to at least get a tan out of this miserable vacation her mother had brought her on, but was beginning to wonder if she’d be better off just staying in the small cabin. The fact her mother was inside helped encourage her decision to remain where she was.

As she lay with her eyes gently closed, her thoughts once again strayed to little men. She regretted allowing her friend Jennifer to keep the last one. Sure she got to play with him once in a while, but that was no substitute for having one of her own.

Damn her mother anyway! She had access to plenty of miniaturized people, but wouldn’t let her have any. Why did she care so much about the little freaks? Their lives meant nothing anyway — why not use them to have some fun?

Oh well, no point in dwelling on it, she decided. Still, her thoughts strayed as she drifted off to sleep, imagining tiny men servicing her every need …
 
 

Charlie continued to stare at her, looking for signs of movement. After not seeing any for what must have been at least 20 minutes, he decided it was time for action.

Grabbing a pin for defense and a leaf for cover, he left the drainpipe and started making his way slowly toward the giant golden treat. The girl and her Twinkie were not far away on the giant world’s scale, but it still took him nearly 10 minutes to get close to the blanket.

He made his way around the perimeter, covering himself quickly when the girl suddenly moved. He peeked out from under his leaf and started walking again when he determined she had just moved her hand a little bit — probably a physical reaction to a dream.

When he finally reached his destination, it was all he ever hoped for and more.

The hunger that was his constant companion exerted itself, and he plunged his face into the filling, gulping it down by the mouthful. As a sugar high started to overtake him, Charlie started nibbling on the spongecake. In a few minutes his hunger was satiated, and he considered how he would bring the treat back to his home. Then he realized his mistake: He had the perfect thing for the job — and old fishhook with some twine still attached — but it was back in his nest. It would take another 20 minutes to get there and back again, and he didn’t know how long the girl would be asleep.

He tried pulling the Twinkie and managed to move it a little, but it was difficult. He tried pushing, but that proved impossible. Getting desperate, he climbed inside the cake, pushing as much filling away from himself as possible, and forced his legs straight through the bottom until his feet hit the ground. Now surrounded by Twinkie, he tried to start walking. It was exhausting, but he started to make some agonizingly slow progress.

After a few minutes, exhausted, he gave up. It would take all day to get the huge Twinkie all the way back to the drainpipe. He rested in the cream all around him for a moment before finally deciding to break off as much of the cake as he could, bring it back to his home, and call it a day.

It was just then that a shadow fell over him, and the ground suddenly dropped away from beneath his feet.
 
 

Amy opened her eyes gently as she awoke from her pleasant dreams. She turned her head to the side and was startled to see her Twinkie moving slowly across the ground.

She just stared at it a moment, deciding it must be ants or some other bug trying to move it. But if it were ants there should be a lot of them, and she should see them. What other bug could move a Twinkie?

She took a closer look and gasped when she saw two feet sticking out from underneath the snack cake — human feet!

A tingle of excitement ran through her as she thought of what to do. A tiny person was finally hers again! Grinning, she reached out her hand and lifted the Twinkie to her face …
 
 

Charlie yelped when he saw the giant girl’s face in front of him, then screamed when she opened her mouth to take another bite of the Twinkie he was now helplessly stuck inside. He was plunged inside her mouth, and it got dark as her lips closed behind him.
 
 

Amy sat up before realizing her top was still on the blanket beneath her. She quickly grabbed it and pulled it back onto herself, tying the strings against her back again. Meanwhile, she carefully chewed the Twinkie, using her tongue to make sure the tiny person inside did not get bitten. She could hear its screams inside her head. Eventually, she managed to free the person from the rest of the cake. Tonguing the person into her cheek, she swallowed the rest of the Twinkie, then began sucking on the little creature’s body.

When it tasted relatively clean, except for her saliva, she spit the person into her palm and discovered it was a little man — not that she really cared either way, but she supposed a man was more fun to tease than a woman. She smiled down at him …
 
 

Charlie never stopped screaming, from the time he entered her mouth until he landed in her palm. He had been certain she would eat him. He looked around and realized she was now holding him well above the ground. Although he seemed to be in no immediate danger, her grin sent a shiver down his spine.

"THIS IS SO COOL," she said, more to herself than to him. "I’VE BEEN DREAMING ABOUT THIS FOR A LONG TIME, IMAGINING SO MANY THINGS, SO MANY WAYS TO TORMENT A LITTLE MAN. NOW I’M GOING TO SPEND ALL DAY DOING AS MANY THINGS TO YOU AS I CAN BEFORE YOU BREAK!"

He saw her glance sheepishly at the cabin, then she pulled her top open a bit and dropped him against her breast, trapping him there. "DON’T MAKE ANY NOISE, OR I’LL CRUSH YOU WHERE YOU ARE," she commanded.

Snug against her warm breast, Charlie was surprisingly unafraid. He had grown tired of the constant, lonely battle for survival. Whatever this giant teenage bitch had planned for him, at least it would be over soon enough. He had fought the good fight — now it was time to accept his fate.

Little did he know that fate was about to take a U-turn.

"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING, YOUNG LADY?" Charlie heard another, older, woman’s voice ask. The girl’s sudden movement made him dizzy as she spun around to face her mother. Caught off-guard, Amy sputtered, "OH, UM, I, AH, WAS JUST GOING INSIDE TO, UH, GET SOMETHING … TO EAT."

"YOU WEREN’T PLANNING TO EAT THAT LITTLE MAN WERE YOU?" her mother asked.

Charlie could feel the girl’s body temperature rise as she flushed with embarrassment. "UH … LITTLE MAN? NO, OF COURSE NOT! I MEAN … WHAT LITTLE MAN?" Amy was obviously not the world’s best liar.

"THE LITTLE MAN YOU HAVE TRAPPED AGAINST YOUR BREAST. HAND HIM OVER — NOW!" her mother demanded.

Charlie felt her fingers grasp him roughly. She lifted him out and dropped him into her mother’s outstretched palm.

"NOW GET INSIDE AND STAY IN YOUR ROOM. WE’RE GOING TO HAVE A VERY LONG TALK LATER," the older woman said.

The girl stormed away pouting as Charlie turned to look up at her mother. The woman’s stern face turned soft as she looked down at him. Her dark brown hair danced across her shoulders as she took a deep breath, causing her breasts to swell against her tank top.

"I’M REALLY SORRY," she said to him. "I’M AFRAID MY DAUGHTER STILL HAS A LOT TO LEARN ABOUT LIFE. I CAN’T BELIEVE SHE’S GOING TO BE STARTING COLLEGE NEXT WEEK …" her voice trailed off as she gazed at the cabin, obviously thinking of her naughty offspring.

She turned to look down at him again and seemed to really notice him for the first time.

"SAY, YOU’RE KINDA CUTE FOR A LITTLE GUY," she said, smiling. "I HAVE A BIG SURPRISE FOR YOU. WE HAVE TO GO TO MY BEDROOM — YOU’RE ABOUT TO EXPERIENCE SOMETHING YOU’VE PROBABLY NEVER EVEN DREAMED OF!"

Could it be? Charlie wondered. His giantess dreams of long ago had been buried under the years of loneliness and abuse. Could it really be that he had finally found a woman that would allow him to experience the sexual playground of her enormous body?

His penis stiffened for the first time in months as she carried him inside, dropped him on her giant bed and started rummaging through her purse for something. Dare he ask?

"Um, what are you going to do with me?" he inquired meekly.

"OH, SO YOU CAN TALK," she said. "I WAS BEGINNING TO WONDER. DON’T WORRY, I PROMISE YOU’RE GOING TO ENJOY WHAT I HAVE IN STORE FOR YOU!" She said cheerfully, handing him a thimble-sized container of clear fluid. "JUST RELAX AND ENJOY YOUR DRINK WHILE I, WELL, SLIP INTO SOMETHING MORE COMFORTABLE." She winked at him as she disappeared into the bathroom.

Charlie was beginning to feel excited and extremely nervous at the same time, and welcomed the drink. Although it tasted pretty strong, he wasted little time in downing the entire contents of the container. Soon he was completely relaxed — in fact, he started to drift off to sleep.

Before his eyes closed completely, Charlie saw the giant girl’s mother return wearing a long white gown …
 
 

Charlie raced after Valerie, trying to get his giant girlfriend to notice him as she strolled casually away. He lost sight of her face as her legs continued to grow more distant. Then they stopped, and Charlie grew hopeful. He raced to her feet, hugging the toes that stuck out from the front of her heels. Then he looked up, but it wasn’t Valerie. It was a teenage girl with dirty blonde hair, an evil grin across her face. "I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU," she said as she raised her foot over him, leaving him in its shadow. "TIME TO PLAY," she said as it started descending toward him …
 
 

He awoke with a start, his heart racing. Then he saw the girl’s face high above him again! He screamed and brought up his arms in a futile attempt to defend himself.

"Oh, don’t be a baby," the girl said. "What could I do to you now? Besides, it wasn’t my idea to take care of you while you recover. Mom told me I have to."

Something was very wrong, Charlie realized. The girl’s voice seemed soft; and her face — he opened his eyes and looked up again. It was the same size as his!

The girl’s mother walked into the room then, wearing her white doctor’s gown. She placed her hand on his forehead as he stared at her in bewilderment. "Your fever’s down, that’s good," she said. "Welcome back to our world! I told you you’d enjoy your surprise, didn’t I?"

Charlie gasped, "What happened? What did you do?"

"Why, I cured you!" she said. "By the way, call me Terri. I’m one of the scientists that just developed the cure for your shrinking disease. And the best part is, now that you’ve been cured you’re immune to the disease — you never have to worry about being shrunk again! Isn’t that great? For years I’ve dreamed about being able to help people like you, and now I can! I guess some dreams are meant to come true!"

Charlie looked at the beautiful doctor, Dr. Fick he noticed by her nametag, then to her sexy blonde daughter. He mumbled, "And some aren’t."




END