The Flight
By Robin Goodfellow
Copyright 2002 by Robin
Goodfellow This story may be reposted or placed on electronic archives
only with the author's permission. I'll probably give permission, but want to
keep some control. My basic rule is that an electronic archive should not
make money off of my work unless that money is going to a good cause. I can
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Notes: Some of this material may be offensive to some
people. If you are underage or likely to be offended, stop reading. This
article doesn't contain violence but there is adult material.
A number of people have made some good suggestions as
I’ve been writing this story. I’d like to thank them. Without encouragement
this would not have been completed.
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like.
I wasn't looking forward to the 8 hour
flight from
I walked up to the desk that said business
class check in, answered the standard inane questions, "No, I'm not really
dumb enough to take a package from a stranger that looked like a terrorist
without looking inside it". Actually, I wasn't quite that rude.
As I got to the gate, I noticed a woman was
almost following me. It was a little hard not to stare at her. She was like
a perfect miniature person. Very cute. I wouldn't
say she was sexy though. Sexy is something that bowls you over, and this lady
wasn't going to bowl anyone over. The shrinking women fans might have gone
crazy over her though. Too bad my fantasy all revolved around women much
bigger than I was.
Mustn't stare, I reminded myself. She must
be terribly self conscious about her height. Again I found myself staring. I
wondered briefly if I having trouble not looking because of how adorable she
looked or because she was so small. Well, on a flight that would be an
advantage, even in coach class she's going to have more room than I will in
business.
I'll bury my head in a newspaper, that's
it. Then I won't be able to stare. Whew. I look at the various articles.
It's nice that in
Hmm, nice article on girls who've made
millions on the internet and the fashions they are buying. Is this really a
respectable rag? Yup, it says London Times :-)
Suddenly I feel a tapping on my shoulder and
then her hand rests on me.
"Robin, I want to make you a proposal".
It's the short Babe. She's looking me right in the eye. As I move the paper,
she stands over me. Standing like that with me seated she actually looks
normal sized. She puts both hands on my shoulder.
"Um, lady, you must have the wrong person,
my name isn't Robin."
"Don't try to fool me Robin
Goodfellow I know all about you and I
know you'll enjoy what I'm proposing".
Suddenly she's leaning into me. I feel her
hands pressing me down, and she standing taller leaning on me. She suddenly
looks quite sexy. I'm staring into her cleavage. Yeah, I do try to control
where I'm looking but her breasts are right in front of my face.
"Look lady, I don't know how you found out
about my IRC nickname but would you be quiet about it? There are likely to be
other people I know, who were at the same business meeting I came to
I was a bit shaken. A beautiful woman
knowing my deep, dark secret and approaching me in the airport like this
wasn't something I was used to every day.
"OK, Robin" she said it a bit loudly. "We
can go for a walk while I tell you what I want to do,
and that way no one you know is likely to interrupt us. Your flight isn't for
an hour anyway."
"All right” I said, as I picked up my laptop
and my travel bag, and followed her. It wasn't hard to follow her, her hips
swung so suggestively.
She put her arm on my shoulder and said "How
about I shrink you and take your flight?"
"Huh?"
"You heard me, how about if I shrink you and
take your ticket and board the plane carrying you"
"Whew, for a second there I thought you were
going to abandon me. Look lady, somehow you found out about my fantasy, but
we both know that's all it is."
"No, its not and I can prove it to you."
She locked her arms around my neck and
pulled herself up using her hands till she was level with me, and gave me a
long kiss. I broke for air and pushed her away.
"Listen lady, maybe I'm crazy to push a
beautiful woman like you away, but your nuts and I've learned that nut cases
are trouble", I said as I looked her right in the eye. She had a really
beautiful face. Maybe I was the crazy one.
Wait a minute, I
was looking her in the eye? I blinked. I blinked again. I looked down at
her feet. She wasn't standing on anything other than high heels.
I looked away. I looked back at her she was
still my height. She pressed down on my shoulders and I sank. Now I was
looking up at her. Hey, she's doing it!!!
I looked around,
I was smaller than everyone else in the airport. I looked again at her. Wow,
it was hard not to look at her. She'd gone from tiny, to being a living
Goddess. Her skin was perfect. I looked up at her smiling face, and her face
was out of a dream. And her body, her body was like oh My God, or was that
Goddess?
"Well what do you have to say now little
man? Still think I'm a nut?" She squeezed down and now I was looking at her
neck not her chin.
"Um, um, what are you doing?"
"Just what I said.
I'm getting prepared to be your ride. Fly me, I'm
Titania" She said, and she laughed. She
laughed a delightful musical laugh, not at all an evil one.
"Well do you agree?"
"What do you mean do I
agree."
"I want to get back to
She was asking me if it was
OK?
"How are you going to take me?"
"Oh that would be telling. Besides, you
know the Giantess always decides where to put her little men."
"Um, well I guess I can't stop you."
"You do want this, don't you?"
Well one part of my mind was screaming
Yes, and one part was screaming No.
"I don't know. I don't know." I sat down
and put my head in my hands. "This is like a dream come true, but
its a scary dream. I mean you seem nice, but some
Giantesses turn evil when they have absolute power."
"Oh, we don't really. You know even Kathy
(AKA 50ftwoman for those who haven’t met her) would keep you safe, if she
really had you. Mustn’t waste little guys after
all, there are only 10 times as many of you as of us. She'd take good care of
you."
I couldn't decide. I peeked out at her and
saw her perfect legs. My God, that woman was
a dream come true. Actually,
now that I thought of it even my dreams didn't look that good.
"I can't decide. I don't know. You really
will take care of me?" I looked up into her eyes.
She smiled down at me and just nodded her
head.
"Well I guess you could take me if you
wanted to, so I guess I should trust you. Will I really like this?"
"You know you should just say yes."
"Yes"
She snatched the boarding pass from my
pocket and put it in her purse.
Titania
leaned over and kissed my cheek. “You will enjoy it little man. I know.
And, I never lie”. Somehow I knew I was missing something deep in what she
just said, but I didn’t know what.
She smiled again and pressed down on me
again. Now I was looking at her breasts. She turned me around and said
"let’s take a walk."
She put her arm on my shoulder and we walked
seemingly aimlessly. Soon the laptop bag and my carryon were getting heavy.
She noticed I was struggling and just picked up the laptop bag and threw it
over her shoulder. She picked up the carry on, and put her hands around it
and pressed inward. As she did, the bag slowly, slowly shrank.
"Is that what you are doing to me, just
squeezing me?"
"Well its a bit
more complicated than that, and I can't shrink complex living things quickly,
but for a layman's explanation that'll do just fine." She handed me back the
bag, now seemingly normal sized. "I'll remember to shrink it with you. And,
if you are wondering, I want to play some computer games, to pass the time,
and so I'll just keep the laptop for the moment". I thought of objecting
after all my life’s work was on that machine. Then I looked up into her big
beautiful eyes, and didn't say a word.
She bent down and whispered "I don't want
anyone to notice how you are shrinking, so we need to keep moving."
We walked around, and I soon was having
trouble keeping up. Her elbow was on my shoulder and the gentle pressure kept
up, or should I say down?
She shifted her hand to my shoulder as I was
admiring her midriff. Then her hand was on my head tousling my hair. "We
can't have you looking too adult. Good thing you shaved this morning."
Playfully she pulled my shirt tail out of my pants. She bent over and gave me
a little kiss on my forehead. When she set me down again I was even with her
hips.
She picked me up and kissed me on the
cheek. She whispered, "OK, this is the smallest I can make you without you're
looking abnormal. I'm going to carry you like you are an infant, don't do
anything to dissuade people." "What do you mean you are making me into an
infant. That's not part of the deal." I almost
shouted, but it was hard to imagine shouting at this Goddess. She was so
overwhelming and a little scary, so I didn't.
"I'm not making you into an infant, but
people will assume you are if they can't see your face, and just notice me
carrying you." With that she lifted me and cradled me. She squeezed me in
her arms and this time I shrank a bit but my clothes didn't. Now they were
hanging a bit loose. "That is I won't make you that young unless someone
makes me, so if you don't want to look like a baby, you better behave."
. She held me so my head was on the side of
one of her breasts facing her cleavage. I was in heaven. Never has a Playboy
model had breasts like these. The one I was leaning against was big enough to
be a pillow. The side of my forehead was touching her skin and I guess after
a lot of airbrushing maybe they have skin so smooth. I couldn't help but rub
my cheek against her, while my eyes were popping out of my head looking at her
other breast. It was huge and yet perfectly formed. If I couldn't feel it,
I'd swear something was strange. Breasts that size usually sag. And, if
she'd had an operation and filled it with something that would retain that
shape I'd surely feel it being stiff.
I realized that as she walked her nipple was
brushing my cheek through her blouse. She must not be wearing much of a bra
either. I was glad I was facing her, cause
otherwise anyone walking by could look at my pants and know I wasn't an
infant. At first I tried to get myself down, because I knew she could feel
it. Finally, I gave up, she had taken control of
more of my body than just my size. And, for her latest feat she didn't even
need whatever magic she was using. Then I realized something else was rising
and with a sense of relief noticed that her nipple was getting almost as hard
as I was. Maybe controlling myself wasn't such a
good idea. She seemed to be enjoying my "state".
I didn't know where she was taking me, but
soon I was being held by one arm, and pressed forward as her other arm pressed
on a door that swung open. Out of the side of my eye I caught a sign -- she'd
taken me into the Ladies room. Opps.
"Oh what a cute tike" screeched a voice
behind my head, followed by an enormous hand tousling my head. I was about to
turn around and complain when I caught myself. This might not be good. I hid
my head in Titania’s breast. This didn't sound good. If she saw my face the
jig was up. Her hand pushed my head back and forth and I didn't know if I
could keep hiding from her.
"Coochy,
coochy, coo. Come on, I just want to see you." I
struggled and held on. Her huge hand though was so much stronger than me. In
a moment she would turn my head.
“He’s being a bit shy. I think it’s best if
you leave him alone” I heard Titania say. The
contrast between her soft, smooth, confident voice and the other lady was
comforting. The hand left my head. Whew. Titania
proceeded to take us into a stall.
“I just wanted to see him.”
“I know”, Titania
replied. “But even little guys have feelings you have to respect.”
She opened a door and in a moment we were in
a stall. “That was a bit close.” She sat down on the seat and hugged me,
hard. She was making it hard to breathe. I struggled but her arms were twice
the size of mine. “Don’t struggle Robin, I know I’m holding you too tight but
I need you to shrink down fast.” With that she released me -- well mostly. I
found I was standing on her legs and looking into her eyes. I breathed a sigh
of relief. “Why”, I asked in a high pitched squeal.
“You need to be small enough to hide before
we leave this stall. To shrink you fast, I have to squeeze you hard.”
“Oh” was all I could say.
“All right, this is what we are going to
do. I’m going to put you between my legs and squeeze. I can squeeze harder
that way, but I’ll squeeze you from the sides, left to right not front to
back. If I hurt you, tap me twice.”
She put her hands on both sides of my
little body and lifted me up and put my feet where her knees were. I was a
bit long and so I didn’t quite fit -- she had to hike her dress all the way
up. I could see her abs curl as she leant down and whispered “Good thing this
is a bathroom and people assume you are going to remove your dress”. She sat
me on her knee and moved her dress all the way up to her midriff. I could see
her belly button peeking out. What was more interesting was I could see her
panties. I could see her dark pubic hairs hidden under the semitransparent
panty material, and I could see where they lifted the material.
No porn show has been as exciting. Even
though they may be more explicit the “starlets” don’t have the raw beauty of
Titania. My head was dizzy. I don’t know whether
from the shrinking or just her presence. She lay me down and I could feel my
hair touch her panty. I could smell her faint aroma. Even faintly it was
intoxicating. I wasn’t sure what would happen if I got to fulfill my
fantasy. If this much presence would make me feel faint, would even more turn
me into an addict? Was I one already?
All too soon I had been compressed to under
a foot. She lifted me in one hand. “Almost there little man, but I need you
to be smaller yet.” She told me to curl into a ball. I did of course. I
must admit she was awful in the original sense of the term. Looking at her
would fill a man with awe. She was an elemental force, not to be denied. I
lay on her palm and curled so I fit just barely. She put other hand over me
and petted me a moment. Then she moved me up and held me between her two
hand up to her face. First, I looked at her huge
though perfectly proportioned nose. “OK, I’m going to squeeze you once
more. I’m afraid I’ll have to squeeze you so hard it will be hard to
breathe. So, I want you to take a few big breaths. This is
important, I need you to hum after the last
breath. Nod when you are humming”. As I wondered why she wanted me to hum,
she moved me near one eye and closed the other so she could see me well. I
breathed in and out, in and out, taking long breaths and finally nodded.
Suddenly the pressure on my sides increased. My breath exploded out. I saw
her features going by rapidly and realized she’d moved me down from her face
to her cleavage to get a better angle to squeeze me.
I couldn’t breathe. I was shrinking rapidly
and soon her palm was all around me with her fingers locked over me. I
couldn’t see my Goddess and got scared. I got dizzy and in a moment passed
out.
I came to on her palm, looking up at a big
pair of eyes with her hair surrounding me. “Are you all right?” I barely
managed to nod yes. I looked around her fingers were standing like tree's
trunks around me. I stood holding onto her finger for support. “Take a few
breaths again and relax. The worst is over”. I stood up tall and found I was
as small as her pinkie. She touched her lips against me and it felt
wonderful. Her middle finger pressed me from behind between her lips. Her
lips gently massaged me.
After an all too brief brush with her lips
she said “all right now back to work. We’ve been in this stall a while and I
need you to tell me if the coast is clear. I’m going to put you on the floor
and fiddle with my shoes. I want you to look to see who’s out there. Don’t
move, just look around and then I’ll pick you up again.”
She put me down, and I looked up at her.
Her legs were the longest I’d ever seen. I guess that doesn’t tell you much.
They were really long. I looked up from her foot to her ankle and calf. “Not
me, look outside”, she whispered and turned me around. Another pair of legs
went by. The heels clicked as I watched. I could see up to a blue miniskirt,
but the stall door blocked the rest of the show. Too bad,
but there was a better show behind me. In a moment I saw her finger
come in front of me, and block my view then I was pressed gently into the
finger from behind. I realized she’d picked me up by thumb and finger.
“See anything?” I told her I’d seen a lady
in a blue miniskirt. She said “I can’t hear you now. Speak loudly into the
microphone and with that she moved me to her ear drum.” I told her again that
there was a lady in a blue miniskirt. She brought me around so she could look
at me as she said “Too bad, she’s the one that was trying to look at you. OK,
look around and wave to me when she leaves. She put me on the floor again.
Ms. Blue Skirt was walking towards the mirrors. I saw her adjusting her
lipstick. She had a Pamela Anderson body and if she’d been wearing less
makeup she could have had a PA like face -- maybe. The makeup was so
thick, I couldn’t see much behind it. Blue skirt
glanced back and seemed to look directly at me.
I dove for the floor. Ouch. Those floors
are hard. I looked over and she didn’t see me. Guess I was too small to
notice. She scrunched up her face and gave an exasperated look at us once
more, and then walked out of the door. I stood up and waved..
I was picked up, asked if the coast was clear, then
moved to Titania’s ear so she could hear my answer. I explained the
situation.
Leaving, again I was the watchdog.
Titania pulled the bathroom door open with her
left while her right hand held me. I signaled that the coast was clear.
Titania held me loosely in her hand as she walked
through the terminal. Suddenly she wheeled around.
I was still in her palm as she made a fist
almost encompassing my whole body, but between her fingers I could see a blue
miniskirt. Up from the miniskirt was one of the most curvaceous bodies I’d
ever seen. I couldn’t see her face but heard a slight screeching voice say
“Where’s your son?”.
“Oh he’s not my son. I was just borrowing
him. I like him. He’s cute though even if he’s shy.”
“How old is he?“
“Oh he’s older than you’d think. But, he
wouldn’t want me to tell you and he’s still around. You see he’s small for
his age.”
Hmm, that was a funny way to say that.
“Do you have any little ones?”
“No, No, I’m too young. Do you have any
children of your own?”
“None, but I do borrow ones whenever I can.”
“So you like children?”
“When they are well behaved.”
“Hmm, a strict disciplinarian.”
“Lets just say
that all my little men do what I say and have learned to act like mature
adults.”
Titania
kept up her pattern of strange diction. I couldn’t figure out why she was
doing that, until it finally dawned on me that she wasn’t lying, just
misdirecting Ms. Blue skirt. Guess Ms. Blue Skirt didn’t know the meaning of
the word “was”. Come to think of it, I’d missed it too.
Titania
arrived at the gate. The plane was boarding.
My Goddess put me in her pocket. Darn and
there I was hoping for somewhere better.
Titania
sat down, and arranged herself. She had the left window seat. I had a
picture window view from her pocket. That might be nice for the flight.
Unfortunately, a few moments later Blue Mini sat down next to
Titania. She was fuming. “Can you believe they
bumped me from First Class? How am I going to get any sleep? After all I
paid for it, and I need to look good when I go on TV for my promo.”
I snuck my head out of the pocket and peeked
at her. She was “that” famous model. (But, because I don’t want to get sued
we’ll leave her actual identity up to the reader) Funny, her voice sounds
better on the movies. Wonder how they accomplish that?
Blue started to look at
Titania and I buried my head. “You fit in these seats nicely, but a
big girl like me, well Hurumph.” This continued
for a long time.
Titania
said, “Relax, I’m sure you’ll survive. I know I do fit in these seats more
comfortably, but you couldn’t dominate the catwalk if you were my size.”
“Oh you really think I dominate the
catwalk?”
“Well to tell the truth I’ve never been to
the kind of fashion show that you dominate, but I’ve certainly seen reviews”
Somehow I couldn’t tell if
Titania had never been to a fashion show, or
merely one that Blue had dominated. She was telling the truth maybe but only
just barely. I stood up, to see what was happening, but before I got my head
out of the pocket a big forefinger pushed me down
before I could peek.
Soon the stewardess announced that we should
fasten our seat belts and put our chairs in an upright position. Who was I
fooling, “we?” I didn’t have a seat belt.
Blue started going on, about how could she
put on a seat belt in such an uncomfortable seat. I tried to poke up to see
what she was doing. This time I was picked up between a thumb and
forefinger. Titania picked me out of her pocket.
I just got a chance to see that Blue was looking away before I was taken into
her blouse. She held me there for a moment before she said “Come on, fasten
your belt, and don’t cause problems.” As Titania
said this, she stuffed me in her bra with the lace top up to my waist.” I
found myself softly held by her bra. If there were an accident, I wouldn’t go
forward.
Yea.
Now this is what I call a first class seat.
Titania
said in a kidding mood, “And remember that the
emergency exits are here”. Titania pointed her
finger toward the nearest space between the nearest buttons, “and here” and
she pointed to her somewhat plunging neckline. I started to laugh. As I did,
I realized Blue was laughing too. Titania had
made a friend -- with Blue that was an accomplishment. Actually, she’d made
two friends, but hey, I’m easy.
Soon Titania
laughed a bit. Wow, as she laughed her bosom wriggled a bit and massaged my
back. MMmm
Titania
and Blue managed to talk for a while. Well, mostly
Titania asked and Blue talked about herself.
Soon the in flight movie came on. Some
readers will know that in business class these days each person has a private
screen. It’s really an LCD panel that is maybe 10x8 inches.
Titania tucked the headphone between two of the
buttons in her blouse. I had a big screen view -- almost like IMAX with
stereo sound. Even in first class I wouldn’t have had anything like the view
I had. Well actually of course the movie view was no where near the view of
my Goddess.
Titania
put her head back, propped her feet up and slept. Her breathing was more
interesting to me that the dialog on the movie. I just sat on her breast and
watched her chest expand and shrink. The movie lost all interest to me. I
heard her breathe in and out in a most relaxing way. Soon I curled up or
spread out depending on how you think of it, around her breast. Her bra kept
me in tight. After I realized she’d fallen asleep, I kissed her. I thought
about exploring more, but I didn’t want to disturb her. I did want to explore
her glorious body, but I thought I should behave.
Her breast was warm and soft as she gently
breathed in and out. Her bra cup massaged my back. I closed my eyes lost in
the sensation.
I woke with a start. I’d fallen asleep on
her? Here I was living my life long fantasy and I’d slept through part of
it? I was being pressed hard between her bra and her breast. Hey, that
wasn’t the way things were when I fell asleep? What was happening?
I looked around and realized I was much
bigger. Still tiny, but I’d grown almost as long as her breast was wide. I
pushed my way out of the uncomfortable bra to survey my surroundings. I held
onto the top of the bra and dangled wondering what I would do. As I dangled,
I found I’d suddenly gotten even bigger. I was now pressing against the
fabric of Titania’s blouse. It would look like she had a third middle breast
to someone looking at her/us.
As I realized this, I lost track of what I
was doing and started to slip. I kicked my feet to keep myself from falling
and managed to catch a bit of the clingy fabric on my foot. This isn’t a long
term solution. Blue mini would spot something funny if she glanced our way.
OK, I need to shrink back again. From
beneath her cleavage I could tell Titania was
sound asleep. I banged on her chest to wake her but found that didn’t work.
I must be really small if kicking at her breast bone is below the level
of sensation she would notice. I could wait till
I got bigger and then maybe I’d be able alert her to help me. That didn’t
sound like a good strategy. What to do, what to do?
I figured I could pound on her breasts which
were in easy reach. That didn’t sound like a friendly thing to do. Finally I
decided I’d try pressing on her breasts rather than hit them. I curled up and
put my back to her left breast and my feet on her right. Fortunately, her
breasts are the full figure type, rather than the kind (also nice) where the
edges of the breasts don’t come at much of an angle to the basic chest, so it
was possible to curl up between them and just barely fit. Using the friction
of her skin against mine I then pressed as hard as I could against them.
Grunting and groaning I made no progress. Maybe it was the bra, maybe it was
that hers were particularly firm and I couldn’t even juggle them. I held my
way there for a while every so often trying again. Sometimes I’d think that
I’d moved them just a touch. But, after really exerting myself it would feel
like she’d been pushed a bit apart. But, after a rest, I found her breast
didn’t look any different. This continued for a while. I’d push and relax.
Push and relax. Her breasts didn’t seem to move. But, somehow I was finding
myself more comfortable, less curled up.
Wait a minute. How could there be more room
here, if her breasts weren’t moving. The only possibility was I was
shrinking. OK, how does this work? Press, Relax. Nope didn’t shrink that
time. Press Relax. Nope. Well maybe third time’s the charm. Press really
hard. Shrink, Relax. Hmm OK that works sometimes. What was different?
Press, relax. Press, relax. Press, hear Titania
sigh and almost moan, shrink, relax. Was that a coincidence?
Maybe. She hadn’t sighed the first time I shrank
while pressing. At the end of the moan she started breathing in. I pressed
but nothing happened. OK lets try the opposite.
Wait till she is finished breathing and press and hold. That worked. Wait
for her to breathe in, press and hold while she breathed out and shrink.
Breathe in, press, breathe out, shrink.
Yup. Now I’m getting the hang of it. Now why does
it work? Duh, of course. When she breathes out,
her breasts come together. If I press on her, I don’t shrink, but if her
breasts press on me, et viola. I’ll figure this
magic stuff out eventually. Just like science it seems to have rules.
Yay.
Soon I’m practicing climbing moves trying to hold her breast apart. I can
shrink to my heart’s content. No more tent under her blouse.
Tenting elsewhere but not visible from outside her :-).
Suddenly I hear Blue Mini moving around.
Good thing I’m not visible anymore. Excuse me she says. Huh, Titania’s
asleep. Blue didn’t even notice. Out of the corner of my eye I see her ass.
Wow, no wonder her ass is famous. She starts climbing over us. Suddenly the
plane lurches. Blue falls. Moreover, that famous ass starts falling toward
me. Blue lands with ass against us. I’m trapped between Titania’s breasts as
they hold me tight. Tight.
Uh oh. Tight. Blue leaves for the rest
room after apologizing. And, I’m hanging like a speck from Titania’s bra.
Even the lace on her bra seems huge. Titania
looks down at me. She whispers “where are you?” I put one arm through the
loop in the ribbon, and wave frantically. She sees me. “Hmm, little man you
really are little.” She smiles, it can’t be too bad. As Blue comes back,
Titania gets up and lets her get in, without
squeezing me again.
Titania
takes me to the bathroom. After some unmentionable activities she puts me
back, but not in her cleavage. I pull myself out of her pocket and yell “Hey,
what happened to the first class accommodations?”.
“I’m afraid I can’t risk your shrinking anymore. I didn’t want you less than
an inch big and you are about 1/4th inch. It’ll take longer for you to grow
back than I intended.” When we got back, indignity followed indignity. She
put me in her pocketbook. It was dark, and I was surrounded by a lipstick
container wider than I was tall and other cosmetics. There were a few pieces
of paper towering over me against the side of her pocketbook. I tried to push
down on her perfume sprayer, but all that happened was I sat on it. It was
nicely curved so it wasn’t a bad seat, but it didn’t have a back. I found her
compact, and lay in the dark on top of it. A moment later she opened up her
pocketbook and whispered to me “you can turn on the flashlight on the key
chain and read.” Somehow I wasn’t in the mood for reading.
Amazingly I fell asleep again. I slept
until gravity seemed to increase and the roar of the plane was around me. The
noise decreased, and there was some bumping and
muffled announcements. Suddenly my surroundings lifted and started to swing.
I guessed we were leaving the plane. I wanted to be closer to my Goddess, but
I guessed, correctly as it turned out that departing the plane was the most
dangerous time to be touching her. It was too easy for people to bump her and
shrink me as we departed.
After a while I heard some noises near the
top of my prison. Titania had opened her
pocketbook. I could see the underside of her armpit. Soon her hand reached
in and curled around me. I had grown again and now barely fit in
her hand. As she lifted me I could see that we
were in the waiting area. She picked me up and whispered that she wanted me
to wrap myself around two of her fingers and to hold as tight as I could. I
managed to hug fingers and lock my wrists together. She whispered “Ready?”.
I nodded and her fingers came apart until I couldn’t hold them anymore. She
caught me whispered “Again” and we did this again. After a few more times it
became easier to wrap my arms around her fingers. Just as when she squeezed me
I shrank, when she pulled me apart I seemed to expand.
Soon she’d press her fingers apart until I
started to slip then she’d pull them together until I got a better grip. She
kept doing this. Pressing her fingers apart and then back
together again. The astute adult reader will recognize that this
caused a certain sensation for me. I was soon gasping for air.
As she continued, I continued to grow, until
I was too large to wrap around even four of her fingers. I wrapped myself
around her templed hand. Then
came my favorite part. She actually had me stretch out my hands and
grab each nipple in one hand. I was crucified on her body with her hand
cupped under me supporting me gently but being careful not to squeeze. I
pulled in for all I was worth as she breathed in. As she expanded her chest,
she expanded me too. Of course my little body was rubbing on her hard abs as
she breathed. The sensation in my groin was incredible.
When I got too big for being stretched on
her chest I wrapped my arms and legs around her arms and she rhythmically
pried her arms apart, expanding me, then let me
readjust my grip as she put them together again. I continued to expand until
I no longer fit around her arms and had to move to her legs. I hugged her
legs as tightly as I could. My face was between her thighs. I of course
couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her. She smiled down at me. Perhaps,
someday we’ll give an explicit account of what happened next. But for the
moment lets just say Titania recognized that I
couldn’t hold on as hard as I should while trying to breathe and took care of
the problem.
The process ended when I was the size of a
large eight year old, which was the largest male child
Titania thought would be appropriate to have in the lady's room. We
exited with her bouncing me on her hip just as we had entered the lady's room
at the beginning of the journey in
I said, “Wait, you can’t leave me like
this.”
“I thought you liked being small,” she said
with a giggle. “Don’t worry you’ll grow back. Just don’t do anything I
wouldn’t do until you do. While you are under my spell you are under my
protection and violating the rules will set you back.”
“What rules?” With that she handed me the
brochure that I’d found earlier in her purse. “Gee, you should have read this
while you were in the purse. They are easy to follow. I’m sure you won’t
have any trouble.” She took my hand in hers and put into the palm of my hand
my bag with all my clothes. She handed me my full sized laptop, and picked up
her bag.
She walked away. I just let her. Her back
swung so invitingly. I don’t know why I let her go. I just stared as she
left.
After a bit I took out the rules and started
to read:
Rules for Robin
goodfellow:
You’ve been shrunk by a witch. If you
follow these rules you and everything you had will shortly return to full size
and the remainder of the spell will evaporate. You’ll be just as you were
before except for your memories.
1) Don’t lie, cheat or steal. Follow all
normal moral rules
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Bump
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I fell on my face as something big hit me
from behind. I turned around and found that as I’d been reading, Blue mini
had bumped into me without looking and I was sprawling at her feet.
“Oh, I’m sorry I just didn’t see you. Are
you all right?”
I got to my feet, looked straight into her
breast and said “Yes, I am”.
I tried to walk away but she grabbed my
arm. Her hand was way too strong and she turned me around, seemingly without
knowing she’d even used a lot of force. “Don’t I know you?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Haven’t we met before?”
“No” I said and then felt dizzy. I sat down
before I fell down.
“Oh dear, are you sure you’re all right?”
I got to my feet, and said, “I just got
dizzy for a moment. I feel fine now”
I looked at her and found I was looking up
to her breasts.
“Where are your parents?” she asked.
“Oh I’m old enough to travel without them”.
“Look I feel bad about knocking you down.
Do you need a ride into the city?”
“Oh I can get there myself” I said.
She looked at me a bit quizzically and said
“I’m sure I’ve seen you before are you sure we haven’t met”.
I reiterated “No” and felt dizzy again.
This time I managed to stay upright, but she noticed my swaying. I finally
realized that I’d lied and that was against the rules. I found I was looking
further up at her.
“You look smaller to me almost like you are
shrinking.”
Uh-oh.
What was I going to say to that? I stalled for time. “Are you sure?”
“Well, I can’t be sure and I guess people
don’t shrink.” She said. But, I do think I should take you home. You seem
to be getting dizzy and this is no place for a small child.
I started to protest. “I’m not a child!!”
“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow.
“No, I’m just a small man”.
She lifted me up. She looked at me
carefully up and down. “I guess you are a man after all, and a cute one at
that.”
I blushed a bit.
“So, since when does a man turn down an
invitation from a star of the stage and screen?”
She turned slightly and struck a pose.
Wow, she is attractive when she’s being
nice.
“Come on, I’ve got a limo waiting for me.
Besides I don’t bite. Though, I might be tempted to molest you.”
I gave in. I know I shouldn’t have. But,
what’s a little guy to do?
I didn’t lie the whole night and what
happened the rest of the night will be saved for another story. Now I’ve got
a super-model calling me at home and I don’t call her back. I’ve mostly grown
back. I lost maybe 1/4 of an inch. The women in my office are just a bit
sexier now. I guess the 1/4 inch was from the lying I did. Oh yes, there
were more to the rules. I was interrupted when I first was reading them.
Here’s the whole list:
Rules for Robin
goodfellow:
You’ve been shrunk by a witch. If you
follow these rules you and everything you had will shortly return to full size
and the remainder of the spell will evaporate. You’ll be just as you were
before except for your memories.
1) Don’t lie, cheat or steal. Follow all
normal moral rules.
2) Next time you fly business class post a
Note in the forum so I don’t have to use magic to find out what you are doing.
3) Invite your friends to use business
class and post.
4) Fly me, I’m
Titania.
I can’t wait for my next business trip. You
are all now officially invited to follow rules 2 and 3.
In the mean time, does anyone have an idea
what I should do with a super model who likes me cause
she thinks I’m smaller than I am? Should I lie to her and say I’m just the
same?
P.S. If you liked
this story you may like my others. Loophole and Titania’s story are probably
my two best. I don’t think Alien Visitors is quite as good. They can all be
found at Pete’s story archive
http://www.gts2.org/stories.html
I will post this on Pete’s story board
http://pub66.ezboard.com/fgtsmagicfrm3 ,
Dx’s
http://www.adultforums.com/plus/plus.mirage?who=gentlegts
and possibly Diana the
Valkyrie’s
http://www.thevalkyrie.com . You may be
able to find other authors you like at those places,
Hope you enjoyed, Hope you get to fly business class.