Part 1 of 2

"So, boys. Would you care to explain what you were doing in MY pool?"

I'd never been so scared in my life. And judging from Ted's expression of pure horror, neither had he. The bikini-clad giantess held us, our bodies still wet, in each hand and was glaring at each of us in turn. The giantess herself was dry, and I was uncomfortably aware that only inches separated us from her breasts, rising and falling in her agitated state. If my arms were not bound to my body, I might have touched one.

But we were unable to speak. There was no way to tell her, really, what we were doing in her pool. Trespassing was the quick answer. But there was more to the story. Much more, and it's only fitting that I start with the previous night, when Ted and I hatched our plan.

Late that night we were relaxing at my house, having a few cold brews after a hard day of painting. My parents had gone on a cruise, leaving the place to me and my old friend, Ted. Like me, Ted had no summer job lined up and when I told him about the empty house and the chance to make money painting it, he jumped.

It was harder work than either us of expected, and we were so tired after the first day we decided to stay in instead of hitting the bars.

Those first few beers tasted good. But there was one major problem. A heat wave had struck and we had no air conditioning. The TV was on, a few fans cooled us a bit, but relief was nowhere to be found.

"It's too hot," Ted complained. He did a lot of that.

"Yeah, I know. But what can I do? No AC. My parents are too cheap to get it."

"Sucks, man," Ted replied. "Too bad your old pool isn't around. It was great while it lasted."

I nodded. Yes, our old above-ground pool was fine in its day, but as I'd gotten older it had become far too small. Finally the thing just fell apart and was never replaced.

But what was I thinking about? The new neighbor, two houses down. A nice-looking woman, thirtyish, who did all of her yardwork wearing a bikini. Today, from our high perch on the ladders, Ted and I took turns watching the mystery woman clean her pool.

Her below-ground, extra large, made-of-cement pool!

"Hey, Ted. Let's go swimming, man."

Ted looked skeptical. "Yeah, but you don't have..." And as he studied my grinning face, he seemed to understand. "Bikini Pool Lady! Brilliant! But how do we, I mean, what..."

"Easy. The next door neighbors are on vacation. We go across their back yard, jump that little fence, and we're in. We just have to keep quiet as we relax in that nice, cold water. Then we sneak back out again. She'll never even know we were there."

These foolish words were to cross my mind again and again in the hours that followed.

As I had thought, jumping the fence was no problem and thankfully, Bikini Lady kept her yard free of clutter. We stood stock still in her yard and listened. Only then did I wonder if she had a dog. I'd never seen one, but you never know.

We could tell she was home by the subdued light in her kitchen window. No other lights were on.

"All right," I whispered. "No splashing. Get in nice and slow."

Ted was way ahead of me. He'd torn off his tee shirt and headed for the pool. I did the same. Now we were down to our bathing suits.

I can't tell you how good that water felt. Cold, but refreshing as hell. To avoid making noise, I swam underwater and alternately floated on my back. Ted was content to tread water. I liked the floating sensation best; I decided to stay on my back a very long time.

All was quiet. I looked up at the stars, feeling a very small part of the universe. My mind drifted back to Bikini Lady. Suppose she decided to have a swim at that moment? It would be interesting, to say the least. Then I thought of that blonde actress, playing a giantess on some cable movie. She was huge - she easily filled the pool with her long, luscious body. As she reclined in her soap suds, she coyly tried to coax her tiny husband into the water. "Would you like to feel my heart?"

As I recall, the fool never got in. Well, I wouldn't hesitate for a second. Especially if it was Bikini Lady. Sure lady, I'll feel your heart. Or any other body parts. I was starting to imagine the soapy possibilities and frankly, getting a little aroused when I heard a muffled shout.

It was Ted.

I came out of my float and tried to stand up. No good. My feet wouldn't touch bottom. And I seemed to be far from the pool's side. "Ted?" I called. "Ted, where the hell are you?"

"Over here!" I whipped my head in the voice's direction as I treaded water. No sign of Ted - just the pool ladder, about 60 feet away.

Sixty feet?

I decided to start swimming. It seemed to take forever to reach that ladder, and I was startled to find that as I got closer, the dammed thing seemed to grow. A short distance from the now-colossal ladder, I spotted Ted. He had both arms wrapped around the railing, his eyes wide with fear. I stopped paddling, and looked up.

The next step of the ladder was twenty feet over our heads.

We freaked out, of course. After five minutes of frantic consultation, the only obvious course of action presented itself: Yell our heads off, and pray that the kindly (we hoped) Bikini Lady would hear our cries. We were unlucky, though. We managed to survive the night, but it proved to be long, cold and highly uncomfortable.

Only later did Dorothy (the lady's real name) tell me what really happened that night. Oh, she had heard us all right. Dorothy was sitting on her darkened, screened porch the whole time, listening in. She sat quietly, smiling, with a purring cat on her lap. When she heard us calling for help, she almost came. Then she consulted her cat.

"What should I do, Felix? Pull them out, dry them, and take them to my nice warm bed? Or should I let them stew?"

The cat answered with a screechy meow. Dorothy nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, you're right, Felix, you're right; such a smart kitty.

"We'll let them stew."

I won't bore you with the details of that night and the long, cold hours we froze in water up to our necks. The sun did eventually come up and after a few more excruciating hours, we saw her: Bikini Lady, out to clean her pool.

She didn't see us at first and we just watched as she skimmed the water using a net attached to an extra-long pole. We watched and watched, taking in her long legs, her nice, not too skinny body. Her face seemed far away, but that too was pleasant. Thick, blonde hair lay across her shoulders and kissed her neck.

She was working her way toward the ladder and Ted and I shivered. There was no place to hide. Finally she was upon us. She stared down as us from her great height, as if wondering what species of strange water bugs we were.

I put an end to the stalemate, quite bravely, I thought. "Hello!" I yelled. "Can you help us?"

Bikini Lady jumped back a bit, then leaned in closer, right over us. "Swim away from the ladder," she said, and we did. Then she repositioned her pole and deftly fished us out. She set us down gently on the concrete. Then she stood over us, blotting out the sun. Ted and I were still gasping from our exertions - she was giving us time to recover. But just when I started to feel a bit better, the giantess squatted down and grabbed each of us.

That's when she asked us that first awkward question.

She let us stammer for a bit and then gave a little sigh. 'Never mind, guys. There's time for that later. Let's warm you up a bit."

My heart jumped. What did she mean, warm us up? But all she did was to drag a white plastic chair forward with her foot, point it toward the sun, and sit in it. Then she lay each of us on her bare thighs to warm us in the blissful heat.

As we grew warmer, the giantess's personality did too. Her name was Dorothy, she said. She bought the place from divorce settlement money and she didn't really have to work. She did say, however, that she had to go somewhere later that day. "Until then, we can hang out."

I can't remember a more pleasant afternoon. We chatted for hours, stopping only to eat and drink. By mid-afternoon, Dorothy had switched to a chaise lounge, set in the horizontal position, and laid us across her breastbone. That way we could talk in our normal voices.

Her tone became a little flirtatious as we sunbathed. "I think I know why you guys came over. You wanted to meet me. I saw you checking me out the other day."

I felt my face reddening. "Yes, Dorothy, that was it exactly."

"Exactly," echoed Ted.

"And now you've met me. What's your opinion."

"Um," I said. "You're quite a lady, Dorothy."

She smiled behind her sunglasses. "Yes, I am. Just the right size, too."

My reeling thoughts ended when her huge fingers suddenly flew up and plucked me from her body. "How else, " she purred, "would I be able to pick up big guys like you." I was now right over Dorothy's lovely face. Ted was nowhere to be seen.

"Kiss," said the giant lips, and as if my dangling body had a mind of its own, it found its way to Dorothy. When I arrived, she pressed me into them with a finger. After a few seconds of making out, she held me up once more, and giggled.

"Not what you were expecting, was it?" Then in a louder voice, "How's it going down there, Ted?" I looked down the long body for sign of my friend. Nothing. But then...what the hell...her bikini bottom was missing. Two shapely legs as before, only spread slightly apart and divided by a mound of soft curly hair.

A tiny voice answered. "Dorothy? What should I do?" Oh my God, it was Ted. He was down there!

Dorothy called out again. "Do what you want. Use your imagination! Here, I'm sending your buddy down. He'll show you...."

"No!" I interrupted. "I mean, not yet. I'd rather stay up here with you."

Our giant hostess wrinkled her nose but she looked pleased. She let me stay.

Once I found my balance I kissed her a few times, then began to explore a bit. I had never seen a woman's face this closely before and found it wonderful. Little tiny freckles dotted her nose. Gigantic eyelashes and the bluest eyes I've ever seen. Every feature was a wonder. I could have stayed all day.

But Dorothy had other plans. She sat up, retrieved Ted from his hiding place and set us both on the arm rests as she wrapped a towel around her waist. Ted looked a little traumatized. I knew he didn't have much experience in that, er, department, and the sight alone must have been a shocker. Still, better him than me.

"Now guys, I have to get dressed. While I'm inside, I want you to think about something. I have a way to grow you back, but here's a thought. What if you stayed a little longer? I had fun today - didn't you? Tonight could be even better. Think it over."

With that, Dorothy got up and began her walk to the house. We watched in silence. About half way across the yard, her towel fell and we both got a full view of gargantuan buttocks that could have been a giant peach. Except it was a peach that jiggled when it walked. I looked at Ted's face - it was white.

It didn't take me much time to decide. I could have stayed forever. But Ted seemed reluctant. Perhaps he was still seeing Dorothy's most private area; right there, in his face. I could only imagine.

I tried to convince him. "Ted! Buddy! Just one more night! These are things that just never happen."

"Don't you see?" Ted spoke slowly. "This lady is unpredictable. What next? Are we going inside of her? Will we have any choice? She's controlling us. Is that what you want - to be under her control? What if she never lets us leave?"

We went back and forth like that for a while. I looked up and saw Dorothy standing in her screened porch. Perhaps she had been listening. I lowered my voice and said, "All right, Ted. We'll tell her to grow us back. I don't know what she'll think, but if it sets your mind to rest, I guess it's worth it."

Ted nodded. "Thanks, man."

As if on cue, Dorothy was back. She looked a little sad. "I think I know your answer, boys. Hold on and I'll get the magic powder."

Ted and I exchanged glances. Powder? What kind of magic was this?

She set down a bucket and picked us up. "First, you go back into the pool." Down we went, back into the nightmare water of last night. "Don't worry," she said quickly. "It won't take long. You soak in the pool until you grow back. Then just leave whenever you want."

Ted and I clung to the massive ladder once more, watching Dorothy do her "magic." She reached into the bucket, took a scoop of the powder, and sprinkled some white stuff into the pool, walking around the edges as she did.

Task completed, Dorothy came back. "Gotta run now. Goodbye!" She blew us a kiss and hurried away. When she was lost to sight, I voiced my puzzlement, "That was strange. What an odd goodbye - so abrupt. Do you think she's upset?"

Ted shook his head. "Doesn't matter. We'll be out and away from here soon. One thing bothers me though."

"What's that?"

"That so-called powder she was shaking into the pool. I'd swear it was nothing more than chlorine crystals."

Pool Boys - Part 2 by Nemo

I hate it when Ted's right. Whatever that white stuff was that Dorothy had added to the pool, it had no effect whatever on our size. Instead, we were trapped in the pool just like the previous night.

Even though I finally had to agree with Ted, it didn't stop his complaining. So to kill time and relax, I went back to floating near the pool's center. It worked - as I lay there looking at the breeze blowing the treetops and the slanting sun, I felt peace. When the sun had begun to drop behind those trees, I swam back towards Ted, who was still clinging to the ladder.

"Well," I said to Ted. "It looks as if we have another night here. The only question is..."

"Wait!" Ted held up a hand. "Do you hear that?"

I stopped and listened. I did hear it; the sound of a car door slamming. It seemed that Dorothy had returned from her mystery trip. But then...what was that? More doors slamming, and a babble of voices. Excited feminine voices, and all coming our way.

The pool walls kept us from seeing much, so I decided to swim out to the center again. Just as I had reached the spot, I turned, and this is what I saw: Girls. Many girls, at least ten! All near the pool. They were slipping their clothes off to reveal bathing suits. One girl was about to descend the ladder.

The ladder! Ted, I thought, be careful, you don't know...and then a foot came down near to where Ted had been a few minutes before. But then I saw my friend. He had taken cover behind the ladder. At least he was safe. Now I had to think of myself.

One girl, then two girls in the water. Then another girl, ready to dive in. Splash! I began to panic. What to do? That girl had to come up for air, and possibly near me. And what of the others? And where was Dorothy?

The splashing intensified. I had lost count of the girls by now - most of them were now in the water, soaking each other, having fun, yelling their heads off. One of the girls above picked up a large yellow toy - a rubber duck - and tossed it on the water. It landed six feet from my head. "Go get it!" screamed the young lady to her friends in the pool.

I steeled myself for the explosion of thrashing arms, legs and bodies as they raced for the duck. Although none of them made direct contact, the calm pool water became a maelstrom of choppy waves and strong currents. I though I might swim back to where Ted was, but a group of girls seemed to have congregated there. So I sat tight. I simply treaded water; it was now a matter of survival.

A fast-swimming girl reached the duck and held it over her head. "Who wants it?"

"Me!" shouted the underwater girl who had just surfaced behind me. I whipped around to see her - she was only three feet away - when the duck landed between us with a splash. She threw her whole body on top of the poor thing and held it below water.

It if weren't for the shadows that fell across the pool, I would have been spotted. In fact, I imagined that Dorothy would be turning on the pool lights at any time, and then...I had no idea what to expect.

As if reading my mind, a girl near the ladder yelled out, "Hey, Dorothy! Getting dark out here - how about some light?"

Then the answering voice from the porch: "Oh! Thanks for reminding me. Hang on!"

In an instant, all became brighter. The underwater girl, about to toss the toy to another, saw me. She stood still, stared, and dropped her arms. The duck floated away. A slow smile grew. "Hey, you guys, come see - I found one!"

Great, I thought. I'd been found, and now huge, shapely creatures many times my size were sloshing through the water in my direction. As I awaited the onslaught, another voice sang out. "Here's the other one, behind the ladder. Oh, look, he's hiding. Come on out, little guy!" A few girls decide to go that way instead.

My memory grows fuzzy at this point. I do know that a giant hand lifted me from the water and I seemed to be surrounded by female flesh. The water level came to just below their breasts. At one moment I looked past the mob to see Dorothy, sitting in a poolside chair, smiling and apparently enjoying the entertainment below.

I found my voice. "Please," I said to the nearest giant face. "I've been in the water for hours. I'd like to make sure my friend is OK, and I want to talk to Dorothy."

The face nodded and the herd of giantesses brought me to the ladder. Another small group was tending to Ted, who seemed all right. I spoke to the same face as before. "Please take us to Dorothy."

"Dorothy!" said the face. "They don't like us - it's you they want. We're bringing them up."

The divorcee made no comment as the girls emerged, dripping, to gather around Dorothy and deliver us. We landed on her outstretched palms, then her bare legs as before. Some of the girls sat on the concrete, while others pulled up chairs, forming a semicircle around Dorothy. Towels were passed around. I wondered what might come next.

"Take a good look at them, class," said Dorothy. "Impress them on your mind. Then start thinking about next week's assignment. What would you do if you were in possession of these two little men - boys, actually - and how would your life change?"

One girl with long dark hair and a pixieish smile spoke up. "I really have no idea. Can you give an example?"

Dorothy looked around and said, "Anyone?"

For a long minute there was only silence, except for the buzzing and chirping of insects. Then someone said, "Um, I think...I'd keep them as my special...well, not pets, exactly, but..."

"Lovers!" another voice shouted. "Little lovers!"

When the giggles had died down, a hefty girl sitting on the concrete said, "Love those things? They're bugs! I'd squash 'em with my big, smelly feet."

A group intake of breath, then another said, "That seems harsh, but I do see your point. Maybe there's a more humane way to kill them. Swallowing, maybe. After all, you couldn't keep them."

"Why not?" another argued and a debate was launched. Dorothy, I noticed, sat back and listened mostly, adding a thought here and there to keep the discussion moving. My mood began to blacken when I thought of how she had deceived us and was now using us - as a topic for her class!

My thoughts stopped when I heard another voice, from a girl sitting almost behind Dorothy. The group became quiet as she spoke. "I should like to keep them in a box under my bed. It's always been a fantasy of mine." The voice was British with a soft Mancunian lilt, and its owner was a nice-looking woman in her late twenties.

"Oh boy," said a brassy voice. "There goes Lisa with her fantasy again. I keep telling her it'll never happen."

Lisa raised an eyebrow and replied, "Oh?" Dorothy caught her eye and the two shared a meaningful look.

"Well," Dorothy said with a note of finality. "We've brought up a lot of good ideas tonight, so get writing. I'd like to see at least 1,000 words for next Tuesday." After a little more chitchat, the girls began to drift into the house to change. When all the girls had gone inside, Dorothy was left alone with Ted and me.

She looked at us, I thought, with a touch of sympathy. "Now I know you boys are upset with me, but you'll have to stay this size for at least one more night. Would you rather spend it inside with me, or would you prefer another swim?"

Ted gave me a piercing look. I spoke for both of us.

"Inside, please."

For the first time, Ted and I entered Dorothy's house. When we got there most of the women had gone. Lisa was in the living room with two other girls who seemed just about to leave. It was obvious, however, that Lisa was staying.

Dorothy set us on a love seat across from Lisa, then sat with her on the couch. The other girls said their goodnights and left.

Now it was just the four of us. Ted and I waited.

"I teach fantasy writing," said Dorothy in her no-nonsense way. "Lisa here is my most talented student. She's staying the night; I think the extra time will help."

Lisa nodded, sipped a cold drink, then passed it to Dorothy. Looking at her, Lisa said, "Yes, I think so, too. I expect to have a well-researched piece for you on Tuesday." Lisa grinned and looked at a spot on the floor. Dorothy giggled.

Well, this was just great. A night inside with Dorothy had suddenly taken a different direction. Both women were lovely, but I wasn't sure about either one. Just how was this night going to turn out?

It turned out like this: Lisa took Ted with her to a guest bedroom. Dorothy took me to hers. We made love half the night, with plenty of oral gratification for both of us. Dorothy tucked my sticky body close to hers and we slept the sleep of the dead.

Nine o'clock the next day we met Ted and Lisa in the kitchen for breakfast. Ted seemed relaxed, calm, and decidedly happy. I was glad for Ted. The giantess Lisa had taken care of him and it showed.

I was a little giddy myself, and it occurred to me that house painting was going to be on hold for a while. Especially after Lisa brought out her box.

It was a sturdy one, with green and white stripes and a few airholes punched in the sides. It was thoughtful of Lisa to add them. Then she set us both inside, looked at us there, and pondered.

Dorothy's face came into view. "Goodbye, my little pool boys. Goodbye," she said, just before Lisa closed the lid.

The last thing I remember about that morning was sitting in the semi-dark and hearing Lisa's words: "Dorothy, have you an elastic band? The lid must stay on, don't you agree?"

"Yes, of course."

"And you must entice a few more lovely men into your pool. There's lots more room in here."

"Of course! Here's your rubber band." Through the air holes I could just make out Dorothy, her face a picture of mischief, aiming the stretched band at Lisa.

Twang!