Willowhaven

by

Rez Dog

Author’s note: This apartment complex actually exists in a medium sized city in the Midwest. I had a view of the pool from my 3rd floor apartment.


This had been one of the hottest summers I could remember. I had been doing my own “surveillance” on her for some time, ever since I first saw her at the apartment complex swimming pool. She’d been sunning herself like so many others on that hot summer day. I hadn’t paid too much attention until she got up to leave. Her figure was eye-catching; nicely tanned, two-piece suit with high cut bottoms, long legs, and from what I could tell, nice feet. Her face was probably quite nice looking, but I couldn’t tell for sure because of the sunglasses and the long brown hair that the warm wind was whipping around her face. I watched as she gathered her things, put them in her bag, picked up her towel and started to walk out of the pool area.

God, I had to be with this woman! The shrinking formula that I’d been working on was in its final stages, or at least I thought so. I began to wonder which way would be better: 1) to shrink and, the next time she was tanning herself at the pool, sneak up to her and climb into her bag. That way, she would unknowingly take me into her apartment herself. Or, 2) I could find out which building and apartment she was living in, shrink and hide outside the apartment while she was at work and wait for her to come home, making a run inside when she opened the door.

After thinking it over, idea number 1 seemed a bit risky, what with all the people around the pool. I decided on idea number 2…

I’ve never been much for crafts or models, but my plan called for some inventiveness. One of the things I feared the most about being small was encountering animals… house pets. The thought of a cat was one of the worst, and I had known so many single women that had damn cats! Through a friend at the university I worked at, I had obtained a small amount of a very strong sedative. Then, out of balsa wood, I constructed a working model of a crossbow and arrows laced with the tranquilizer. I had clothing ready – just your basic toga-type garment with a drawstring waist. I thought about going naked, but wondered how the cold air-conditioning in the apartment would affect me. I also had a small pouch with a strap I could sling over my shoulder. This carried a small cutting tool I had fashioned out of part of an exacto knife with some silicone on one edge to protect me from getting cut. I also had some thick string with a filed-down (for my own safety) triple prong fishhook; my own grappling device. Little would I have known that my old fishing hobby would be contributing to this! I put some other odds and ends in the pouch, that I thought might come in handy.

I figured the best place to shrink myself would be behind her building. There was a long, high wooden fence that ran along that side of the complex, separating it from the neighborhood homes. No one ever went back there, and that would be important since I expected to either get dizzy or temporarily go unconscious during the shrinking process. Being found unconscious – and shrunken - by some groundskeeper or maintenance guy was the last thing I wanted.

To expedite things, I stripped down, putting my clothes in camouflage hunting bag and threw it in the weeds, so as not to rouse suspicion. Looking around one more time, “It’s now or never,” I thought, and I downed the capsules. I hadn’t eaten before on purpose, so the material would go into my bloodstream as soon as possible. It didn’t take long before I began to feel lightheaded and then felt myself starting to black out…

I’m not sure how long I was out, but the sun was still out and the warm wind was blowing through the blades of grass in front of me. I felt blood running out of my nose and realized that I must have hit the ground pretty hard when I fainted. Then I noticed that the grass was the height of elephant grass… My god, I thought, it worked! I was the size of a doll! In the lab in my apartment I had tried to calculate out what size I would be reduced to based on the data I’d collected. If I was right, then I was somewhere around 8 inches tall!

For a second, I thought about taking the time to adjust and adapt to my new size and surroundings. Then I thought, “Hell that’s going to eventually happen anyway, regardless of how long I stand here! I might as well get going!” Before I shrank, I had placed my watch on the ground so I could still see the face. Looking at the time, I realized she was going to be coming home pretty soon! I had also laid out my toga, satchel and other equipment. I donned the toga and it fit perfectly… well, as good as togas fit, anyway. I gathered up my other stuff and got my bearings again. Down along this side of the building, then left along the other side. Thank god she lived on the ground floor with an outside door! Sure, there were stairs along the outside front of the building had she lived on another floor, but I’m no spring chicken anymore and even though I’m in reasonable shape, such a climb might have done me in.

I arrived in the front of the building and climbed up on the concrete slab that ran along the entrances of the apartments. From my perspective, this walkway stretched off into the distance like some runway at a small airport. It was later in the afternoon and the sun was at a different angle, which was good… because I had neglected to think about footwear. If it had been midday, my feet would have cooked on this surface. Thankfully, the walk to the woman’s apartment wasn’t too far, even at my size. She had placed a good-sized plant to the side of her apartment door, and it was in one of those large, heavy, terra-cotta urns one sees in garden stores. I’d checked this out earlier and knew I could hide there safely until she arrived.

There were parking spaces in front of the building. It wasn’t long before a car pulled in, its engine making such a loud noise, that I had to cover my ears from the sound. It was her car. Finally it was shut off and a moment later a door the size of an aircraft hanger opened. I saw one, then two massive sandaled feet land on the ground. She was still rummaging around gathering some things to carry inside. As she prepared to shut the door I got my first look at her from my new size. What I saw was incredible. She must have been somewhere between 50 and 60 feet tall! My shock was interrupted by her shutting the car door with a deafening bang. Then she started walking toward her apartment… and me. I’d never seen anything living that big before. As she approached, I crouched even deeper behind the urn to avoid being seen. She stood in front of the door and fumbled with her keys. I stared in awe at her massive sandaled feet and realized I might be actually touching them later. I was a bit frightened, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say I felt a stirring in my groin. Then I heard the sound of the lock turning and the rushing, sucking sound of the door being opened as it pulled away from the weather seal. I waited for her to start moving and as soon as she did I ran as fast as I could as soon as the feet were a negotiable distance from me. I had to time this right! As I crossed the threshold, I felt a surge of cold air from the ac and I broke to the right, plastering myself against the baseboard and wall. The giantess turned to lock the door – luckily not looking down – then turned again and began walking toward a dining table to set her things down on. While she was walking in that direction, I quickly scanned my surroundings for cover. I saw a wing chair in the living room where I was, and ran like hell for it. Reaching it, I hid behind one of the back legs, gasping for breath and feeling my heart beat like crazy…

As my breathing slowly returned to normal, I cautiously looked around the leg of the chair I was hiding behind. This was the first chance I’d had to take in my surroundings. I couldn’t believe the size of the furniture! While I’d been recovering, the giantess had started putting her things away. Finished, this fifty or sixty foot woman turned around, facing the living room and slowly looked around. I plastered myself like a postage stamp against the back of the chair leg hoping to God she wouldn’t see me. Then, with incredible strides, she walked over to the couch and flopped down onto it. I couldn’t imagine how much she must have weighed. She lifted her bare feet out of her sandals as she brought her legs up under her on the couch. I looked at one of those sandals – even at a distance, to me it was the size of a car. She shifted her position to be more comfortable, bringing her legs out and then crossing them. This was the first time I had a chance to notice what this giant woman was wearing. She had on a striped top of some sort, and some khaki walking shorts. I didn’t know what she did for work, but normally I saw her come and go in business attire. But today was a Friday, and very possibly her employer had a casual dress policy. The shorts showed off her long tanned legs, which looked even smoother than I had imagined, if that was possible. Shifting her position, she now slowly placed one giant foot on the floor. I was so nervous I was almost shaking, but getting more aroused at the same time. I had to somehow get over to the couch to take in this incredible sight. She picked up a remote and turned her TV on low. Shortly afterwards, she picked up her phone from an end table the size of a two-story building. She appeared to be very tired and began talking to someone. It was the usual girl stuff; she was exhausted, it was Friday night and she didn’t have a date, men are scum, etc. Suddenly, she closed her eyes and rolled her head back as she continued to talk. I saw my chance and bolted toward the couch, but trying to stay out of her field of view. Reaching the couch, I stood against the side, then slowly looked around the corner to see the giant bare foot on the floor. I studied this gigantic foot; the roundness of its ankle and heel, the arch, and the huge toes, which she began absent-mindedly to slowly move and wiggle as she talked. But I became aware, despite all its beauty, that this foot could also squash me to death – if, for whatever reason, she should step on me. The thought sent chills down my back, but at the same time made me harder.

I don’t know what makes women talk so long on the phone, but this call went on forever! My view of the giant foot was gone, as she’d decided to lie on her side on the couch. I couldn’t believe my ears when I heard her say, that she was going to go to bed early tonight. To me, that meant that I would hopefully get a chance to see her undress earlier than I’d anticipated. I didn’t know it, but there would be more than that waiting for me as my adventure progressed…

While she was still occupied on the phone, I silently jogged over to the hallway and looked for the door to her bedroom. Getting here ahead of her would give me the advantage of finding a good hiding and observation spot. I decided to hide under a chest of drawers, which provided me with a pretty good field of view. Eventually, her talking stopped and all I heard was the TV. From the living room, I heard her yawn and the TV was turned off. I began to feel slow, thudding vibrations coming through the floor and knew she was approaching. As she got closer to the bedroom, I thought I could feel things actually shake a bit. She flipped a switch just inside the door, and the room was bathed in light. Now I saw the surroundings of this woman’s most private room. How many times had she made love here? Or brought herself off? The gigantic bed was one of those wrought iron ones, which would be perfect for what I had in mind. There was ample space under the bed, in the event I needed an emergency hiding place. The giantess stopped almost in the middle of the bedroom and faced toward a vanity with a mirror, looking at herself. I guess women do that a lot, from what my female friends told me. Then, she grasped the fabric of her top and began to lift it over herself. She pulled it over her head and let it drop to the floor. To me, the mass of the top looked like a circus tent falling to the ground. Her bra was your basic white, and stood out in contrast to her tanned skin. She looked like she didn’t have an ounce of fat on her. She then slowly undid the belt on her walking shorts, unbuttoned the waist, and pulled the zipper down. Letting go, the shorts simply dropped down her legs to the floor. One by one, she pulled each bare foot out of this discarded clothing item. Following her legs back up with my eyes, I saw she was wearing some French cut panties, or whatever they’re called when the front and back are connected only by what seems like a string of fabric. This was so incredible I almost forgot to breathe. Still standing in front of the mirror, she slowly reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bra, removing it and letting it also fall to the floor. At my normal size, her now-exposed breasts would have stopped traffic, but at my shrunken size they were unbelievable! Suddenly her hands were on each side of her rack, and pushing them together. She looked in the mirror and then down at herself, admiring her own cleavage. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be between them at my reduced size, or even to “tit f**k” her at normal size. Not long after this undressing ritual, she strode into the bathroom to continue getting ready for bed…

Eventually, she reappeared, turned on a table lamp, then walked over and switched off the ceiling light. She propped up a couple of pillows and got onto the bed. After settling in, she reached over to the nightstand and lifted up a copy of something – Cosmopolitan or some women’s magazine. “Oh great,” I thought, “now she’s going to read.” But I watched her face as she began to have trouble keeping her eyes open. Finally, after nearly falling asleep as she read, the magazine was replaced on the nightstand and the lamp turned off. There was enough light coming in from the window, and after my eyes adjusted, I could still see within the room.

After what seemed like an eternity, her breathing deepened and slowed. But I still wanted her to enter deep REM sleep before I tried anything. The last thing I needed was for her to wake up and find an 8 inch man standing on her stomach. So, I decided to occupy my waiting time by checking out the bedroom. The chest of drawers I’d been hiding under probably had an underwear drawer. I would’ve given my right nut to get into it to touch, feel and smell her most intimate garments, but at my shrunken size it was highly unlikely I could open it on my own. Finally, I determined that it must be time. I went to my bag and took out the fishing/grappling hook and – what was to me – rope. I walked back over to the foot of the bed and gauged my distances. For one ridiculous second, I felt like I was reenacting a scene out of the old Land of the Giants TV show, as I swung the hook back and forth. The first try didn’t go nearly high enough. Gathering everything back up, I tried again. The third time the hook at least hit the metal of the bed frame before falling to the ground. On my next try I gave it everything I had, and it went over the top. I pulled back on the string/rope, and the hook caught. I pulled as hard as I could, putting my whole body weight on it. To my relief, it held. I was about to do one of the riskiest things I’d ever done in my life and I could sense my breathing getting a little short…

Chapter 3

I had to tell myself to calm down. I told myself, “This is going to be incredible.” I grabbed onto the rope, and slowly began to climb. About halfway up, my muscles were straining and I was beginning to experience pain. The climb seemed to take forever. Finally, just before my muscles gave out, I struggled to the top and found a perch on one of the lateral iron bars that ran just under the top of the mattress. Somewhat recovered, I hoisted myself up and onto the surface of the comforter. I couldn’t believe where I was; I was a shrunken man on top of a giant woman’s bed.

She had fallen asleep on top of the comforter. Her gigantic, bare feet were the first thing I encountered. Because she was on her back, one was in a vertical, upright position, while the other was kind of tilted at an angle. I reached into my satchel and pulled out a small piece of tissue. Now remember, at my age I sometimes need a little assistance. Sometime back, I had discovered Viagra. But the people at Pfizer couldn’t have imagined it being used in this way in their wildest dreams! Inside that tissue, I had placed some of the drug, which I had ground up into powder before I shrank myself. Putting some in my mouth – it was terribly bitter taking it this way – I washed it down with some water I had put in a small container. It would kick-in in soon. I made my way around her right foot and walked along her leg until I reached her hips and those panties that didn’t leave much to the imagination. Reaching into the satchel again, I pulled out my cutting tool and started sawing through the cord of fabric that held the front and back together. It took a while, but I finally cut through. I could feel the heat radiating off her body as I reached forward to actually touch the skin of a giant for the first time.

Even at my size, her skin felt like silk. But that might have been because I was touching her in her hip area. The legs might be a different story. I rubbed my hands on her skin in exploration and curiosity – then I lifted the cut fabric “string” that held the front and back of her panties together and pulled it up and away from her. I laid the front back down as I exposed the downy, dark brown hairs of her pubic area. I confirmed my own guess, that she kept her bikini line in good form. The gold mine that lay under this big piece of fabric could wait. At this moment my mind was obsessing with only one thing: her feet. I walked nervously back along her leg, my feet sinking into the unbalanced softness of the comforter, my hand occasionally touching her skin to keep my balance. That’s when I noticed the slightest of any stubble on her legs. And that was nothing to complain about, considering this woman was at least twelve times my size! As I approached her ankle, I paused and looked intensely at her huge toes. The nails were painted red. If I were my normal size I would’ve delighted in slowly sucking each one of these toes, one by one. I started to feel the effects of the Viagra I’d taken earlier. All it takes is any kind of sexual arousal to kick in, and if this wasn’t arousal, then I don’t know what was! I got rid of the toga and the satchel, throwing them over the end of the bed, where I’d climbed up. Naked, and with a rapidly hardening errection, I stood in front of her sole and beheld the sight. Could there have been a more perfect female foot? Not in this moment there wasn’t! It was as big as I was, actually a bit taller. I spread out my arms and embraced it, pulling myself into it and against its surface. I buried my face into it, feeling the body heat and inhaling a very slight scent, which was not at all offensive. Uncontrollably, I felt myself licking and kissing everywhere my head found itself; wrinkles, the underside of her toes. All the while, my errection was rubbing against the skin of her sole. Finally, I concentrated on only rubbing my body up and down against her foot, which included my hard on. I couldn’t believe I was making love to a giant woman’s foot!! A fifty foot tall woman; a complete stranger, who didn’t even know me, much less that I was secretly in her apartment and was on her bed!! Soon that familiar feeling of build-up began to manifest itself. I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. And then, suddenly that point of no return and the inevitable – except on a scale I never imagined. I came violently, spraying what felt like quarts of semen wildly on her foot. The orgasm was so intense, that I staggered backwards and felt myself blacking out…

Perhaps it was physical exhaustion (shrinking to the size of a doll, risking getting caught by a giant – normally not everyday occurrences –) taking a drug meant for a normal-sized person, fear, lust, stress or a combination of all of the above. Whatever the reason, I’d passed out. I don’t know when it was that I came to, but I could tell the light in the room had changed and in the distance I could hear the sounds of some birds chirping and the rush of early morning traffic. “Holy shit! It’s morning!” I thought, “She’ll wake up any second!” I staggered to my feet, and realized I was still naked. No matter. I clambered over and down onto the rods and made my way down the rope. I hit the floor, grabbed the toga and satchel, turned and ran under the bed for cover. Breathing like I’d run a marathon, I began to regroup my thoughts. “Wait a minute,” I thought, “today is Saturday… she doesn’t have to work!” My hiding area under the bed was surprisingly uncluttered; just a few shoe boxes. Suddenly a deafening, high-pitched screech exploded and pierced my ear drums – it wasn’t her alarm clock, it was her phone! I covered my ears and doubled-over in pain. Thankfully she picked it up and the horrible sound stopped. Woken out of her sleep, she answered groggily. “OK, yeah, see you there. Give me just a little bit.” Maybe she was meeting someone for Saturday morning coffee. She hung up and I heard her move around in the bed above me. Then slowly one massive foot appeared in front of me and set itself on the carpet floor. Then the other. I could only see the rear of the feet, but they were still turning me on. But then she stood up and I saw a huge piece of colored fabric land on the floor around her feet. It was her panties, falling off her because I had cut the cord, so to speak. “What the hell?” she asked herself in surprise. She stepped out of them and I saw a mighty hand appear, grasp them and lift them up. She was examining them. She dropped them on the floor and began striding towards the bathroom. I heard a shower turned on. While she was getting ready, I gathered up my things and hid under the bed again. There were a pair of her brown, leather sandals sitting on the floor, so I walked over just stood there, looking at their incredible size. I could see the imprints of her toes, especially her big toe. I couldn’t resist getting down on my hands and knees to smell the imprints. Then I went out in the middle of the room, where her discarded panties were laying. I lifted up the waistband and felt the material, which was a slick, smooth, semi-shiny purple kind of color. I smelled different parts of the undergarment, which was intoxicating. My pleasure was cut short when I heard some sounds coming from the bathroom. I sprinted to my refuge under the piece of furniture just in time not to be spotted, and saw the towering figure emerge. She began getting dressed and was turning to leave the room when something caught her attention. “What the…?” she muttered. Crap! I forgot to take down the climbing rope and hook! Curiously, with long fingers the circumference of telephone poles, she removed the hook and held it up, looking at it and the dangling string with confusion. While she was examining it, I made a stupid mistake. Starting to panic, I took advantage of her distraction to run out of the bedroom (the chest of drawers was next to the door), down the short hall into the living room. Suddenly I realized I forgot the layout of the apartment and I took a wrong turn right into the kitchen. But it wasn’t the kind of kitchen with table and chairs one could hide behind. This kitchen was a dead end. The giant came into view as she headed for the outside door. Then she stopped, as if she’d forgotten something. Turning around, she was facing directly into the kitchen… and me.

To be Continued