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I don't know why I came to the event. It certainly wasn't because I was a fan of figure skating.
I suppose in the back of my mind I thought that, since figure skating is predominantly loved by women, there might be some opportunity to...well...use the device.
It was getting a little bit out of control, I knew. I was spending a lot of money, even at the $1000 a month unlimited usage plan I had with GTS Enterprises. I was one of their best customers, they assured me, and I knew I was--twelve large a year will make you well known.
Still, it was better than it had been before the device--the hours simply thinking, instead of doing. At least now I was a bit saner, a bit happier. And if I used the device for at least a few hours every weekend, well, so what? I still showed up for work on time, still did my job, still payed the rent.
Then again, maybe I should quit for a while...just live a normal life for once. Meet a nice girl. Maybe Jessica....
No, she's sixteen or so and I...I'm not. Though I couldn't get the thought of her out of my mind lately. She had taken things so in stride. How is that possible?
Never mind. The State Figure Skating Expo was beginning, and I was going to sit through the whole thing and not activate the device. So there.
* * *
The State Figure Skating Expo is held every year in an ice rink somewhere in the metro area. Skaters who are good enough to someday skate as Big Bird in "Disney on Ice" but not so good as to skate in the Olympics come out to show that they're still pretty good. It is entertaining, if you like that sort of thing, and they draw about two to three thousand folks for it. Not exactly Salt Lake City, but there you go.
I watched the little kids doing their numbers, and groaned inwardly. This just wasn't entertaining. I looked around at the mothers and friends watching the event, and wanted desperately to go exploring...no, damn it!
In between events, I got up. I was leaving. I'd go home and surf the net or something. This wasn't going to work.
I left, and walked out into the parking lot, my hands in my jacket pocket, holding on to the device. I kept it secure...the damage deposit was astronomical, not to mention that I liked it.
Not tonight, though.
I picked her up out of the corner of my eye. She was short--5'4" at most--and running through the parking lot at top speed, a large equipment bag slung over her shoulder. She was pixieish the way all skaters are, but she was a little bit older--probably a High School Senior, a little late for her last event. Cute.
I realized about half a second later that she was running head down straight for me, and she hadn't seen me yet.
I tried to sidestep, but we were both inside our reaction range. She ran headlong into me, knocking me over.
Instinctively, my hands clenched, and the device activated.
Then, instinctively, I pulled my hands out of my pockets to cushion the fall, and I watched as the device dropped out of my hand.
Both device and I flew end over end, falling into the equipment bag. I saw it fall into an enormous cavern--one of her skates--as I fell into a pile of clothing."
"EXCUSE ME--HUH? WHAT JUST HAPPENED? OH, SHIT, I'VE GOTTA GET GOING." The girl rose back up, looming over the bag, and suddenly, we were off again.
* * *
I struggled to get up, realizing that the situation was grim. If I couldn't recover the device, or if it got damaged, there was a real possibility of me being shrunk like this forever.
The bag slammed down onto the ground, and suddenly I found myself pulled out frantically by the girl. She had already stripped herself half-naked, and was getting ready to put on the article of clothing I was in. Funny, I could see right through it--
Oh. Nylons.
Pausing not for a second, the girl dropped the mass of fabric to the ground and began to retrieve it. I was clinging to the part I was on, unsure of whether I was inside or outside, at calf level or waistband.
As my destination approached, I realized exactly where I was heading.
The crotch of the girl was upon me, engulfing me in the scent of sweat and pussy. She was in a hurry, and pulled the nylons tight against her pussylips as she struggled to get ready. I stared down, knowing I would have to go down the shapely legs to her feet if I was going to find the device. Suddenly, I saw her drop a costume to the ground, and lift it. My view of the outside world was cut off as the girl put on a sparkly sequined outfit.
Each step the girl took was delicious agony as her just-wet pussy ground against me. I had no choice though. I would have to get to her foot and....
Shit! Which one?
It had been dark in the bag. I'd seen the device fall into a skate. But I didn't know left or right!
Well, I had to pick one. If I was wrong, I was screwed--I doubted I could get to the other skate in time.
I chose her left foot.
* * *
In many ways, descending a leg is more difficult than climbing it.
Sure, you're going down, not up, but your eyes are still focused upward, and you can't see all the dangers ahead. If you do try to climb face down, the blood rushes to your head. It's a lose-lose situation.
I made pretty good time. Indeed, the girl was just loosening up for most of the time. At one point she did the splits so completely that I cursed myself for not holding onto the device. Being at her crotch at that moment would've been fun.
Finally, I reached her calf just as she was putting her skate on. She had put on a sock just below my level. Throwing caution to the wind, I pulled myself through her nylons and dove into the skate below, just in advance of the onrushing toes.
I pressed a button on my watch, and my heart leapt as I heard the response of the device. I could find it now by sound.
The toes got to me and pushed me to the toe of the skate. The girl tightened the skate as much as possible before getting up on them.
It was a rough few minutes. With each movement the girl made, my body ached. And I knew that the device, while well-constructed, might not survive a woman's weight at this size. I frantically searched, dodging toes, climbing in and out of the socks. Finally, mercifully, I found it, just to the side of her foot.
And just as she took the ice.
To say the next five minutes were torture is to say the sun is kinda bright. It's true, but it doesn't really do the moment justice. The girl spun and jumped and leapt and spun more, and I was worked slowly under the ball of her foot. The full force of the young woman pushed me into the leather of her skate, and I was powerless to do anything about it. And the noise! I was used to there being noise in a shoe, but the grinding, shreiking, ripping sound of blade cutting ice was deafening.
More than once I hoped for death, but I guess I was too durable. It wasn't too much longer before we finally, mercifully skated off, and not long after that before the girl began to disrobe.
I hoped to make my escape quickly, but I found to my surprise that when the girl lifted the sock from the skate, I was affixed pretty well to the sole of the skate. A few moments later, I found myself and the skate dropped into her equipment bag.
I considered just returning to normal size then and there, but decided against it. After a lot of pulling, I finally extricated myself, and about five minutes later pulled myself up and out of the bag.
There were a bunch of women in the room, milling about. It was probably toward the end of the show, and they were hanging out in the locker room, chatting about this or that. I dropped onto the bench, and looked for a convenient way out. I saw it in a girl leaning with her back against the bench. She had long red hair, which was all I could see from here. Nevertheless, I had the opportunity to climb down her to the floor, and hopefully make it out of the locker room without further incident.
Grasping the hair, I pulled myself down to her shoulder. I was just about to start climbing down when I looked down her body.
She was still dressed in her figure skating outfit, with her skates on.
She hadn't skated yet....
"BRITT! YOU'RE UP NEXT!
came the cry, as my hostess started to lumber to her feet.
No way I would survive this. I looked desperately for an escape opportunity, and found it as we were exiting. Britt leaned up against a locker, and I scrambled off her shoulder. I grasped the ventilation grid, thinking I could make my way down, but I lost my grip and fell, landing hard in the middle of a pile of stink.
Hockey equipment.
I passed out.
* * *
I came to to the sound of voices.
"...CAN'T BELIEVE WE HAVE TO PRACTICE AFTER THE EXPO...."
"...ICE TIME IS LIMITED, HAVE TO GET IN WHEN WE CAN...."
"...YEAH, RIGHT."
There was a sound like a 747 taking off at one meter distance. I looked up, and the locker was opening. I had fallen clear to the bottom--Christ, I was in another skate!
I looked up for the boy who was going to crush me. But the towering figure over me was distinctly feminine, with black hair and nice, athletic curves.
She reached for the skates and yanked them upward, and grabbed a pile of equipment from the locker. The skates were tossed on the bench next to her, and I wasted no time getting out of them. I found myself standing on a pair of breezers, which were suddenly being lifted up and put on, with me on the inside.
I found my way quickly to her panties--white cotton, boring but secure. I wasted no time pulling myself inside. I had no desire to have even the slightest chance of being thrown to the ice during a girls' hockey practice.
The girl's pussy was clean and dry, though the sweat entering her crotch would change that--as would my presence. I did my best to behave during the practice, and was rewarded with the girl keeping her pussy muscles flexing and dancing in a hypnotic revue. I was almost disappointed when practice finally ended.
I clung to the panties when she disrobed--I had no desire to go through the showers with her. But I hung around to see the finished product. Damn, she was fine--little High School Hockey girl. I hid myself in her purse--it was a way out of here, and I didn't mind seeing where she lived.
* * *
When she finally got home, she didn't waste time--she went straight to bed. I had just enough time to watch her disrobe for the evening before she got in to bed and shut the lights off.
I climbed down from the desk, and grabbed the device out of my pocket. I waited until she was asleep, then hit the button that would return me to my regular size. I'd sneak out of the house afterward, and if anyone came near, I'd shrink again. I'd done it many times.
This time something different happened. The device whirred, and clicked, and then suddenly, I was knocked out by the wallop of the device activating.
* * *
I came to several hours later.
I instantly sprung to my feet. I knew I'd been out a while. What if someone saw me? I had to....
What the fuck?
All around me, strange objects reached to the heavens. They were brown, and well over a mile tall. I staggered. What was happening?
I looked at the device. The text message read "Fatal Error. Your error has been transmitted to GTS Enterprises. Software will be restored in twelve hours, eight minutes."
Huh?
Suddenly, I heard a noise unlike any I'd ever heard.
A noise like the heavens simultaneously collapsing and exploding.
A noise like a billion police sirens.
A noise like God.
There was a rumbling, and I fell on my back, and then she appeared.
It was the girl from last night, the hockey player.
But she was huge.
Unbelieveably huge.
Imposibly huge.
I looked up at her toe as she stretched. Her toe...her toe must have been two miles tall! I looked up her godlike body...I could barely see past her shin.
She strode off--magnificent, immense, impossible strides--and I looked back at the device.
I was in really big trouble.
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