Emily

The car came to a stop. Rick turned off the engine, opened the door, and having slid out he slammed the door shut. He walked around the front of his gray Mazda RX-7, a simple car but strong under the hood where it counted. His pace slowed just a bit, walking up the summer-green lawn. "Aren't you coming!" he yelled.

Dan sat very still in the passenger's seat. He looked straight forward, as he had done for most of the two-hour ride to his friend's house. Rick impatiently came over and opened the car door. Summer's heat instantly overwhelmed Dan, the air conditioning now gone.

He reluctantly unbuckled the belt, he and stepped out. The humidty and ninety-six degree air seemed disturbingly strange to him after a seemingly endless car ride with cold air blowing.

Dan, now in his mid-twenties, stared up at the white, two-story house; that same green door stared back at him having been etched in his mind. Dan had short brown hair while Rick's was a bit darker. They had been friends since junior high, but that now seemed irrelevant as they walked up the slight hill to the front steps.

Rick unlocked the door, and the two of them entered the house. It was only slightly cooler inside, a couple of fans blowing from the corners of the living room.

Rick grabbed the remote from the glass coffee table and plopped down a couple feet from his friend. The sounds of shoes squeaking on the court and the shrill commentator's voice filled the rather large room - large enough to hold thirty or more people.

Then Rick turned toward Dan and in a sympathetic voice said, "I know it wasn't easy for you to come here today. You know, with what happened between you and my sister back in high school. I've forgiven you and Emily has too. I'm really glad you came."

Dan half smiled. "Me too . . . I mean, I wanted to spend time with an old friend that I haven't seen for years. And you convinced me that coming to your house would finally relieve my fears and some memories."

Dan's heart began to pound inside his chest as he watched a woman with long midnight-black hair step out of the car and stand up. It was her. He had not seen her for over seven years, and she looked exactly the same except more mature . . . more adult.

Dan began to pace around the room not knowing where to escape. Then the front door swung open. Emily's eyes widened as she stared at Dan only six feet away. "Well . . . hi," Emily said - with her indelible, seductive voice. It was her normal, natural voice. It was effortless for her - and from hearing just two words, Dan felt a disturbing tingle run from his neck down his back. She was a full three inches taller than he which intimidated him even more.

Emily smiled a bit then turned toward her brother. "You know what happened! First Christine bailed on paying the last week of hotel expenses. Then!" She took a deep breath followed by a quick, irritated exhale. "I had to wait EIGHT hours! I had to wait eight fuckin' hours just to get a flight home!"

"So," Rick said, clasping his hands together. "Are you heading back to your apartment soon, or are you getting some things? I mean, that's why you stopped by, right?"

"Yeah, a couple things," Emily said. "It's great to see you again . . . Dan. Yes, of course, how could I forget you Dan Myers," she said, looking down at him with a grin.

"Yeah, well, I got some things to do . . . before I leave," she said. "Nice seeing you again, though." Dan stood there, staring like a deer in headlights. Then Emily walked to the stairs about ten feet from the entrance and started to run up them.

Emily was in her mid-twenties and as well as having long black locks down to the middle of her back, she was an extremely attractive woman. She had curvaceous hips, a narrow waist, and wearing khaki shorts her muscular, yet perfectly feminine, long legs could be seen. In high school she was the leading scorer on the women's soccer team - and her tan, athletic body showed that she was still very active. Emily had a gorgeous model-like face with big green eyes, high cheekbones, a perfect nose, and full lips that curled up slightly at the ends. Her face appeared mischievous and erotic at the same time. Along with having a natural, seductively throaty voice, Emily was considerably well-endowed. At five feet nine inches, her breasts were larger than a "D" cup--at least double "E" size.

At one time, he hated to admit to himself, he found her very attractive, even sexy. But now, since what happened in high school - he hated and despised her beautiful body as he hated and despised her sadistic mind. It was her personality, her mind--both powerful and diabolical--that caused him to eventually loathe her beautiful body and face. He had such fear of and hatred for her that he would have a visceral, physical reaction from simply imagining her body.

A few moments after Emily had disappeared from Dan's sight, the phone rang. Rick answered, "Hello," while Dan looked nervously about the hard-wood floor. There was one red and black Oriental rug under the coffee table.

"Yes," Rick said. "OK, OK. I'll be there in a couple hours." He looked towards Dan who looked back, more troubled than ever. "I'm sorry, Dan. I have an emergency I need to attend to. I'll have to leave you here, but I'll be back eventually in maybe five, six hours . . . I don't know."

"That was my aunt on the phone. My cousin was in a car wreck just an hour ago, and I have to check to see how he is. It sounded bad. He was hit from the side; maybe he's, I hope not, dead."

Dan looked about the living room. Then after about ten seconds - he went and sat down on the dark-green sofa. He felt numb, in shock. He knew he was screaming inside, but he was too detached. Then suddenly thoughts, emotions rushed through his brain - memories from high school.

He was in eleventh grade while Emily was in twelfth. She was very popular, beautiful, and had many friends. She excelled at soccer in the fall and at track in the spring. Dan, on the other hand, was not popular, a few friends. He was in OK shape but not a jock. A friend once said, "Your looks are about average." He didn't know if it was a compliment or an insult.

He remembered, just by chance, sitting to the left of Emily in an American history class. With her legs crossed - every day she would rock her tan, toned calf as her foot bounced up and down, every day moving up and down . . . up and down . . . up . . . and down - sometimes fast, sometimes slowly. Days turned into weeks - and every class Dan fought off his erection, but on occasion he unintentionally ejaculated.

Then one shocking, mind-blowing day - Emily Watson, in the hall, asked Dan Myers "average guy" on a date. He was nervous yet elated. Dan went on two dates with Emily - once to a movie, then for a walk around a lake. She listened to him. He loved her sexy voice on the phone. They exchanged an occasional, affectionate note between classes. They even, on one occasion, got into some heavy petting and making out.

Then one evening, Dan went with Emily to the senior prom despite he was only a junior - but he was dating "Emily Watson" so the school and student body allowed it. There was the dinner, then dancing, then everyone in the gymnasium - about 600 seniors - gathered around the stage for the crowning of the king and queen.

The crowd was silent . . . when over the microphone was heard, "Emily Watson and Dan Myers." People clapped and they walked onto the stage - and as they were crowned, Dan was given an opportunity to speak. All that came out in this surreal moment was, "I can't believe this. This is really . . . great." There was a smattering of applause.

Then Emily was given the mike. She began to speak in her sweet, seductive voice, "Dan, I am so happy for both of us sharing this honor of king and queen. We have spent a lot of time together, and I can honestly call you my boyfriend."

She handed the microphone to Dan, "Um . . . You are beautiful, beautiful green eyes . . . and have a great body." The senior class laughed. Then Dan said, "I consider you my girlfriend."

The crowd broke into hysterical laughter. "I wouldn't be your girlfriend in a million years. I mean, just look at you. I know guys in junior high who are taller than you. Even I'm taller than you," she said laughing.

People in the audience laughed while others hollered, "Nerd get off the stage! Loser! Loser!" Dan watched Emily laugh and laugh, then point at him saying loudly into the mike, "You are such a loser!"

Dan jumped off the stage, and he ran out of the gym. He walked home that night since Emily had driven. Evidently everyone knew Emily was stringing him along, playing with his emotions, his vulnerability. She then crushed him under her shoe as she and everyone laughed.

Dan didn't attend school for a couple weeks - but on the second to last day before Emily's senior graduation, Dan hid and crept his way to her red Mercedes in the parking lot while others were in class. He slashed her tires, busted out the windows and side view mirrors with a hammer, then poured gasoline inside and on top of her car then set it ablaze.

Over the next seven years, his fear and hatred of Emily Watson grew and grew. He hated and despised her mind, beautiful face, and perfect body. But most of all, he was TERRIFIED of ever running into her again. She knew a lot of people; she was wealthy. He feared how angry she would be at him. He feared that voice which he had never forgotten - and he feared revenge.

And now - she was upstairs. His heart began to race again. She acted like this was water under the bridge. But he also witnessed her intense anger about simply returning early from vacation.

Dan looked up. Emily was wearing nothing but a fluorescent-green thong bikini. His eyes were in disbelief, and he looked away--disgusted by her tan, toned, voluptuous body. Any other woman with that body and he would quickly get an erection, but Emily - to Dan she was ruthless, cruel, even evil.

Dan could hear her walk towards the back of the house, then exit through a sliding door. He began to nervously think, "Why is she acting this way? 'Get all wet.' By looking away, I must have given her more information than I intended to."

She continued to stand there - her green eyes looking down into Dan's brown eyes. He looked down A LITTLE not wanting to seem too scared and unintentionally began staring at her wet, double "E" tits - her nipples pressing through the fluorescent-green top.

Dan's hatred now turning to panic, he sat back down on the sofa. To his surprise - Emily joined him - straddling his lap with her wet, toned thighs, her weight pressing against his genitals. She lifted his chin up with her index finger, so her eyes locked with his. Then in her mesmerizing, seductive voice, she said, "I know you fear me."

Dan suddenly felt a lump in his throat and could feel blood rushing to his face. He wanted to push her off, but his brain had become disconnected from his body. To his relief - Emily slowly raised her body and stepped back onto the hard-wood floor.

Looking down, "I'm going upstairs. Now don't you move . . . You don't want to make me angry, little man." Emily sauntered across the room to the stairs as Dan watched her perfect hourglass figure. Then she walked up the steps, leaving Dan alone with his thoughts.

"I have to leave! . . . Why does she have so much control over me? This is silly, just stand up and walk out the door." But he couldn't and then he heard Emily's footsteps coming back down the stairs.

Still wearing her skimpy, wet bikini - she now held some sort of device that appeared to be a gun. Yet this was not any type of gun Dan had seen before. It was metallic with red rings around the barrel decreasing in size from about two inches in diameter, to about half an inch near the tip.

Dan sat there on the sofa as she glared down at him. Still shaking, he uttered, "I'm . . . I'm, n' not a little m' m' man." He started to stand up . "Stop calling me that. I, I'm five foot six--barely shorter than you."

"What about that?" Emily said, looking into the air; then her eyes burning with rage, she glared at him dissolving his courage. "You were a loser! You STILL are a loser! What I did was nothing. That's high school." Then came an eerie, calm voice, "You know how much it cost me? You know how much a Mercedes costs?"

Dan put his hands up as a red laser beam shot out of the gun striking him. Instantly, he felt dizzy as the room seemed to be moving somehow. He looked at Emily but noticed he had to look up more than before. "You're . . . You're growing!" he exclaimed.

Emily laughed. Her sexy voice gradually getting louder, "No, Daniel. YOU'RE shrinking." She stepped in closer as his height continued to decrease. He moved lower and lower down her body . . . past her stomach . . . then her hips and fluorescent-green thong . . . below her strong thighs.

Dan looked up again as Emily peered down at him. "Keep shrinking LITTLE man," she said, then giggled. Smaller and smaller he shrunk until he passed her smooth, tan calves . . . then below her ankles . . . until finally, finally the room stopped moving.

Rubbing his eyes trying to shake off his disorientation, Dan saw - just to his left - a huge shiny red thing about six feet by four feet. "Holy shit! That's Emily's toe nail with red nail polish," he said to himself.

The sight above him was beyond imagination. Emily Watson's tan sculpted calves towered into the air - spanning at least forty feet between them. Then rising higher yet were her muscular thighs, between them a band of fluorescent green. Higher still - Dan saw two huge tan globes with fluorescent green on the center of them. And tilting his head back as far as it would go, he could see Emily Watson's face - which seemed an imposible height - as she peered down upon him with a huge grin.

Emily's erotic voice boomed down upon his ears, "DANIEL, I ALREADY DID. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? THIS SHRINKING RAY GUN I USED IS EXPERIMENTAL WHICH MEANS THERE IS NO RE-ENLARGEMENT SWITCH ON IT. YOU WILL NEVER BE BIGGER THAN YOU ARE . . . RIGHT NOW."

Emily smirked then bent down and picked Dan up between her thumb and forefinger, lacquered with dark-red nail polish. He cringed as his head became extremely dizzy. He then suddenly found himself in what appeared to be a huge, tan bowl but quickly realized he was in Emily's hands.

She brought him close to her face. Dan was literally inches from Emily Watson's gorgeous face. Dan tried to look down or cover his eyes, but he kneeled in utter shock--not even aware that he was kneeling. Everything was GIGANTIC. Her black eyebrows arched fifteen feet across. One of Emily's green eyes was as big as Dan's entire body, her full eyelashes three feet long. Her luscious red lips that curled up slightly at the ends were six feet high and fourteen maybe fifteen feet wide.

Awakening from his stupor - Dan all of a sudden breathed in the intoxicating fragrance of Emily's perfume. The sweet smell overwhelming his senses, Emily then said, "I AM YOUR GODDESS AND YOU ARE MY TINY SLAVE, MY TINY PLAYTHING."

"OH, IT IS VERY REAL, LITTLE MAN." She then grinned, revealing her many pearly whites each nearly three feet high. Closing her right hand with tiny Dan inside, she walked over to the stairs - each footstep on the wooden floor sounding like thunder to him. She ran up the stairs, and entered her old bedroom. She set the little man down atop the red and white quilt upon her bed.

Dan looked around the vast, flat surface that looked like ten football fields in red and white. He turned around, looked up and saw Emily smirking as she gazed down upon him - her arms behind her back. Then - all of a sudden - the fluorescent-green bikini top came loose from her giant-sized breasts. Completely removing the top, she lay down with her back on the bed. Scooping Dan into her right hand - she placed him on her chest between her mountainous breasts.

Dan - between two enormous tan orbs - reluctantly walked over to her left tit. He looked upwards, her breast rising thirty feet above him. He attempted to pull himself up, using both his arms and legs, but always slipped down - never getting even slightly closer to the mountain peak.

The brownish-pink protuberance was at least twelve feet in across, more than twice his height - and projected upwards three feet, almost to his waist. He looked at Emily's immense nipple - thoughts crashing through his mind; the horror standing on top of Emily Watson's giant nipple, so many years of fearing and dreading the occasional "memory" of her body.

Suppressing his horror and stomach that was in knots - he bent down and wrapped his arms around the tip of her nipple not quite able to reach all the way around. Then he began to suck.

Emily silently watched him . . . then smiled seeing how little saliva his tiny mouth could produce. From her breast, she then put him down between her thighs as she sat up.

He was between two massive, powerful walls of female muscle - sculpted by years of playing soccer. Moving her fluorescent-green thong aside with her left index and middle fingers--she put him into her enormous, already wet vulva. Centering his one-inch-tall body inside her vagina with her long index finger, she began to moan.

Dan, enveloped by her hot flesh and feminine juices, felt the wind knocked out of him as Emily's vagina convulsed. Again and again he gasped for air, as he felt her feminine walls crushing him. Thrusting her pelvis up and down, Emily reached orgasm once, twice . . . a total of five times.

The next thing he remembered was trying to open his eyes, blinking as his vision was blurred. Then came into focus the image of Emily's beautiful yet wicked face, very close to him and rising high into the air.

Emily, resting her chin on the quilt, looked down with a smirk - her arms surrounding the little man. "GOOD MORNING, LITTLE GUY," she said, then giggled. "WELL, IT'S ONLY BEEN A COUPLE HOURS. I ENJOYED HAVING YOU INSIDE ME, LITTLE MAN . . . I BET IT MUST HAVE BEEN TORTUROUS FOR YOU - SEEING HOW YOU WOULDN'T EVEN LOOK AT MY BODY EARLIER."

Dan, now fully awake, began to feel the terror again. His heart pounded to his new reality. As Emily stood up - suddenly rising into the air like a skyscraper - he noticed she had changed into a sleek red dress cut high above her knees. With her long elegant fingers - she picked him up. He felt lightheaded as he ascended quickly into the air.

Just below her face - in the palm of her right hand - he heard her sultry voice, "I KNEW YOU WERE GOING TO BE HERE TODAY." She laughed, then said, "BARBADOS, JUST A RUSE . . . BUT I FINALLY FOUND YOU. OH, AND MY COUSIN'S LITTLE ACCIDENT - I NEEDED RICK TO LEAVE, SO I COULD HAVE YOU ALL TO MYSELF."

Emily then lowered Dan into her cleavage, saying seductively, "IN YOU GO." Her breasts were pressed closely together - because of their size and from the tight-fitting, black bra she was wearing. She tucked him deep down between her tan tits. Then adjusting her bra strap, she made sure he was nice and snug.

Dan felt the intense pressure being surrounded and squeezed between Emily's hot flesh. Dan pushed with all his strength against the smooth skin of her large breasts - but there was no escape. He was helpless. By holding his forearms beside his head, he barely managed to gasp for air every few seconds while his chest felt like it would implode. Then from above him, he heard, "TIME TO GO, LITTLE GUY."

The time seemed to last forever - one, two, maybe three hours; he couldn't tell. All he knew was that he could hear the faint sound of a car's engine, so she must have been driving somewhere.

Then . . . he suddenly felt himself being lifted out from this hot, smothering prison. The air seemed cool and he breathed deeply, in and out. He next found himself being set down on a shiny, white surface - which must have been thirty feet wide and seemed to extend on endlessly.

"HELLO, DANIEL," he suddenly heard as he whipped around. Giant Emily was sitting on the white surface no more than ten feet from him, while looming high above him. She was completely naked having just removed her black bra, tossing it to the ground.

Dan then felt his clothes and shoes slip off as his body lifted into the air, then returned back down. He then realized where he was as thoughts raced through his little mind.

Emily reached across and high above Dan's head - her graceful body and arm extending far beyond him - her long black locks falling over her shoulder. Then the sound of water gushing filled the room. Little Dan stepped near the edge of the smooth, white surface - and saw a gigantic porcelain bathtub. It was larger than any sports stadium he had ever seen, and it was all a glassy white. A warm mist struck Dan as he saw the bathtub was now nearly full. He could see soap bubbles scattered about which looked like islands in an ocean.

Then he felt a hard push from behind as he plummeted into the water below. His nude body felt hot water all around him having plunged deep under the surface. He frantically swam upward, at least what he thought was upward. Then as his lungs felt they could handle no more - he gasped having finally reached air.

Confused and disoriented - he looked around as the water rose and fell beneath him like waves. Dan looked up and saw Emily's tan athletic legs; her calves and thighs rose out of the water like bridges across a river.

Dan looked up at Emily's face, Emily Watson's giant face. She then smirked causing Dan's whole body to tremble, his breathing now erratic. In her right hand - Dan could see a peach-colored, plastic bottle. He just made out the words before she turned it upside down: "Caress . . . body wash."

He then felt heavy liquid fall on top of his tiny head and body. Thoroughly covered by this pinkish-white fluid - Emily's finger tips, with long dark-red nails, picked Dan up. She then proceeded to rub him across her tan thighs then over her knee. Extending her right leg up - perfectly straight, her toes pointing forward - the giantess began to slowly rub his naked body up and down her smooth, muscular calf . . . then back down her flexed quad.

Dan's timid, little mind watched her tan skin move by as he felt himself slide across her firm yet silky-smooth legs - the bitter taste of body wash filling his mouth. Then, for a brief moment, he was dangling over the water that seemed far below. He then saw himself moving fast towards Emily's stomach. He felt himself pressed against her athletic abs, feeling her hot skin against his.

Then more heavy liquid soap fell upon him. His heart was beating two hundred times a minute, as he absorbed what Emily Watson was doing with him--how she effortlessly played with his miniature one-inch frame.

Having run him across her stomach and bellybutton - she slowly slid him up the small of her back, arching her back as she stretched her upper body. Then bringing him close to her double "E" tits - Emily rubbed Dan under her right breast as she said, "MMmmm . . . YOU ARE SO SMALL." She rubbed him ever so slowly savoring every second of retribution.

Then curving upward, Dan's naked body was slid all the way to her right nipple. Massaging her nipple in a circular motion, she slowly rubbed him up and over the hard erect tip - moving him back and forth . . . back . . . and forth.

Then holding little Dan in her left hand, she added more Caress body wash. The giantess now placed Dan on her left tit - slowly sliding his nude body up and down, across every inch of her gigantic soap-covered breast. Emily held her head back - tilting it slightly - then she very gradually rubbed Dan up the right side of her neck . . . and slowly moved him back down. She moaned softly as she brought him to the other side - then slowly down and across the smooth tan skin of her left shoulder and long extended arm.

Sliding him back up her neck, Dan then saw that he was brought to the right cheek of Emily's face. As she slid him across her full - she parted them moaning. Emily then dunked him in the water. Shaking him from side to side, she removed the body wash. She then returned Dan to her mouth.

He blinked his eyes, refocusing them. His eyes then widened seeing Emily's voluptuous red lips - a mere arm's length away. She then said in her sultry voice, "I'M GOING TO EAT YOU."

She then parted her lips, and extended her giant pink and red tongue. His genitals and the enitre front of his body felt the slightly rough texture of her tongue and her warm saliva as she flicked her tongue in and out.

The next moment . . . everything turned dark. Dan instantly knew he was inside Emily's mouth as he screamed, "NO!!!" He felt her hot, wet tongue press him hard against the smooth roof of her mouth. She moved her tongue around, tossing and turning him at whim; he was sometimes on it, sometimes underneath. He then felt his naked body glide across Emily's slippery-wet teeth again and again . . . as she moved him from right to left and from left to right. She then positioned him, so he was on her sharp molars and incisors - gently biting down on his little body.

Emily moaned in ecstasy causing Dan's eardrums to violently vibrate as he tried to cover them. She moaned touching her clit as she climaxed once, then twice, then finally . . . three times. Her moaning softened, and then turned into moans of satisfaction until there was silence except the sound of her breathing.

Fearing that Emily was about to swallow him, he then discovered--with tremendous relief - that he was out of her mouth as he squinted now seeing light. His ears were ringing, but he could hear what sounded like water moving and crashing below him.

Emily then stepped out of the bathtub. As Dan was set down on the floor, he saw a blur of colors as his head spun. He stumbled back and forth, on what seemed to be a blue surface. After a few moments - he could tell he was at the feet of the giantess.

"LITTLE MAN?" she called. His tiny head jerked up as Emily glared down at him from high, high above. In her disturbingly erotic voice which was imprinted in Dan's mind, she said, "YOU, DAN MYERS, PISSED ME OFF. YOU MADE ME VERY . . . VERY ANGRY."

Emily raised her right foot - Dan's face turning completely white - as she positioned it directly over his little one-inch-tall body. Her foot was twenty feet wide and over fifty feet long, casting a huge shadow over him.

Dan was shaking . . . almost to the point of collapsing. Thoughts flooded his mind, none of which he could grasp or comprehend. Now only Emily's words ruled his tiny mind.

Her voice boomed down, "I AM YOUR GODDESS. YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A LITTLE BUG TO ME - YOU'RE NOTHING. THESE ARE THE LAST WORDS YOU WILL EVER HEAR: YOU . . . ARE . . . NOTHING." Raising her foot, she then slammed it down totally crushing him against the hard tiles of the bathroom floor. His muscles, his bones . . . his tiny body and head . . . were reduced to a bloody smear. He was no more than ooze on the blue-tiled floor; he was no more than ooze . . . on the bottom of Emily Watson's foot.