Author’s note: as with all of what I’d like to write about, the inspiration comes from real places and people I see. This takes place in a midwestern central plains college town of 30,000. The name of the place is real and so are the women portrayed here. The story is in raw form – I’m experimenting with writing so your patience is appreciated. There might be a prequel chapter and sequel. One more note: previously I was writing “Willowhaven” – during a family emergency I hit writer’s block – there is another chapter after what everyone saw, and I might post it later… Rez

Laundryland
by

rez dog

I was being carried somewhere in the confines of some kind of container, then eventually set down. The giantess removed the cover to the front of the small box I was in and I could finally see out. I saw a vast expanse with nothing that immediately made any sense. There was a constant, droning, loud mechanical sound of some sort. And there were these monstrous, white building-sized… things. They were washing machines! I was in a laundromat! What the hell was going on?!

The giantess leaned close to the box and said, “I want you to see what happens to men who mess up or cheat on their women. After I realized I had my powers, my girlfriends were telling me their problems. Their husbands having affairs, abusing them, being alcoholics, drug users, you name it.” “But what does this place have to do with that?” I asked. “Watch – you’ll see,” she said.

Soon, a woman entered the doors. The giantess spoke to me. “That’s Sheila. She’s a divorced, single mother with kids. She was dating a guy she thought might be the one. One night she got a call from a friend. She found him at a bar with another woman. Found out he’d been seeing her for weeks.” Sheila turned on one of the washers and it started to fill. The sound of the flowing water sounded like Niagara Falls to me. She started up three machines and seemed to have a lot of laundry. Sorting the clothes, she then put them into the washers – except for one.

Reaching into a bag, Sheila brought out a small, struggling form. It was a man, the same size as me! She held him up in front of her and stared at him. I couldn’t tell what the expression on her face was. She wasn’t smiling, that’s for sure. I could see her saying something to the man, but couldn’t hear her. The washing machine had filled up and the wash cycle started. To my horror, the giantess held the man out and over the open machine. Then, she released her grip and dropped him into the churning waters. The man screamed as he fell, with the sound cut short as he hit the water. She closed the lid. I was sure he would quickly die either by drowning, or by the scalding hot water (if she filled it with that), or both. If by some miracle he survived that, then the incredible centrifugal force of the spin cycle would insure his death. The woman then sat down and opened up a magazine as she waited for her wash to finish.

Another woman entered the laundromat. “That’s Nora,” the giantess said. “Her husband has a gambling addiction and now they’re losing their house.” She was wearing shorts and flip-flops. Sitting down briefly, she drew up one knee, pulled one foot out of the flip-flop and placed it on the edge of the chair. I got a good look at her beautiful, huge bare foot and wondered how it would be to touch it. Then, she went to a corner of the Laundromat where no one was, looked around, then opened her purse. She took something out of it and placed it on the floor. It was yet another man shrunken down to doll-size. The woman stood up to her full height and looked down at him. The man looked up in horror and started backing up. The giantess took one step and at the same time the man tripped on a piece of uneven linoleum tile on the floor and fell. As he lay there, the woman removed her foot from the flip-flop, held it above the man and began to lower it on top of him. His arms went up in an act of hopeless defense. The woman’s fantastic bare foot covered him almost completely, except for parts of the struggling arms sticking out. For a second, I thought I could see part of his face between her big and second toes. It almost seemed like she was adjusting her foot to fit exactly over his body. Then she began to put her full weight on it. If the man was screaming – and he had to be – I couldn’t hear him because of the other noise. The arms were moving, and then shaking – as if in a convulsion – and then were still. Without removing her foot, I saw the woman step down one more time, as if to make sure he was finished.

The giant woman took her foot off the poor guy, who perhaps only hours before was a normal-sized man. I couldn’t really see what was left of him, and I didn’t really want to. I knew every bone in his body had to have been crushed. Using a bunch of paper towels, the giantess picked him up and put him into a used paper sack from a fast food place. With incredible strides, she slowly walked over to a garbage can and simply threw him in.

The next woman to enter this giant chamber of horrors was Debbie. She was short, chunky and definitely blue collar. She was smoking and at my size I could smell it from a distance. I had to cough. The giantess explained, “Debbie was in this relationship with a guy. But he abused her every time he got drunk, which became nightly. On top of that, he got her pregnant and then bailed. He was tracked down and I shrunk him for her.” “You should have seen the look on her face when I gave him to her. This of course was after I had a little fun of my own with him.”

Debbie sorted her laundry as if nothing was special. When the loads were going, she sat down out of sight of most of the other people (who were few). She reached into her top and pulled something out of her ample cleavage. That something, of course, was her abusive boyfriend. He was squirming in her hand. She took a long draw on her cigarette, held it, and then blew the smoke onto the man. The cloud enveloped him and I could see him gasping and coughing for air. Then I noticed that he was naked. The giant called Debbie took another really long draw on her cigarette. This time she blew the smoke out of a corner of her mouth, but began moving the glowing end of the giant cigarette towards the man! Using the hand she was holding him in, she used two fingers to pry his legs apart, exposing his groin. Unbelievably, she then ground the lit cigarette into his genitals. The man’s screams were so blood-curdling, that I could hear them above the washing machine noise. Debbie had a weird smile on her face as she then began to squeeze him. I could see him struggle, but he really couldn’t move. Bones cracked for sure. She said something to the man, who must have been just barely conscious, and then stood up. She walked to the side door, then outside. I could still see her. She held the man up to her face and spoke to him again. Then, she took a stance, drawing back her arm that held the shrunken man – like someone preparing to throw a baseball. Looking like she was using all the strength in her short, fat little body she literally threw the man as far as she could. Into old Hwy 50, aka 6th ave. He was probably almost dead anyway, and the impact of striking the pavement would certainly kill him. And then there was the traffic – countless vehicles of every size would run over him.

The giantess then said, “So what have you learned?” I replied, “Women don’t deserve to be hurt.” What the hell else would I say?

“That’s good” the giant replied. “Now look over there.” Newly arrived, was a group of four blonde females. Ranging in different ages, and the way they were talking, they all looked related. There was a mother, either in her late thirties or early forties. Two younger, teenage daughters, and a younger daughter, maybe seven or eight. She was going around messing with different washing machines. The interesting thing, to me, was that they were all wearing sandals or flip-flops. Their skin was tan and their bare feet looked incredible. A couple wore anklets.

“I’m going to see how much of a survival instinct you have.” “my “ giantess said. With that, she opened the top of my box, reached in and grasped me, lifting me out. “What are you doing?” I desperately asked. She didn’t answer, but just placed a gigantic kiss on my upper torso. Approaching the group of women, she started making small talk. While still talking, she called their attending to something outside in the parking lot. I could hear somebody out there with a super loud sound system blaring. While they were distracted, the giantess set me on the floor near all of them, then stood up… What was I going to do now?!

To be continued…perhaps