"Ahhh", Ian relaxed back as much as he could in his somewhat cramped airplane seat. The plane was relatively empty, so he was lucky enough to have the row to himself. The captain had wrapped up his announcement overhead; they were at altitude with smooth sailing ahead.
While he was happy to be on his way home, Ian looked back on his recent trip in his mind, back through the ocean adventures, jet ski tours, and mellow times on the beaches. Nothing like exotic experiences under the sun to give your body and mind a good reset for the real world at home.
Thinking about the week he had, not to mention the 5 hours left in his airborne journey, Ian pulled his sleep mask over his eyes and let his mind drift as his body fell into a welcome sleep.
When next he opened his eyes, Ian felt strangely groggy and started to open his eyes beneath the sleep mask. Hopefully that took a good chunk out of the flight time he thought as he shifted his body, but he was surprised to find that someone had covered him in some sort of blanket. While not fully unwelcome, it was a little unnerving that one of the flight attendants would have done so while he slept.
Now that he thought about it, it felt like he was in a reclining chair, his feet propped up and his head further back. Shit, I've slept through the whole flight! Why did they put me here instead of just waking me? He lifted up his sleep mask, and was met with blackness.
His mind became a flurry of thoughts and confusion, trying to make sense of the dark surroundings he found himself in. He tried to sit forward to stand up, but the chair just kept on going. Feeling to the sides, he realized he was more in some sort of cushioned room.
Ian looked around for his things, but whoever placed him here must have done something with his bags and luggage. He stood up, gaining his balance as he shrugged off the last grogginess from his sleep, and made his way to the back of the room, where light seemed to be making its way in.
When Ian got to the light, his mind stopped. The cushion he was standing on extended for stories and stories above, and the room had a large tarp or something acting as its ceiling.
What the fuck?
The longer that he stood there and took in the strange new sights around him, there was no mistaking it: he was still on the airplane, still in his seat, but he couldn't be more than an inch or two tall.
"Okay Ian, let's just take a moment to think, to figure out what to do here." Did someone... shrink me? Did something happen to me before? I... I have to get someone's help... someone's attention!
Alright, so that was the first order of business, get off of his chair and find a flight attendant to help him. They train for all sorts of things, right?
With that, and practically nothing else, Ian set off across the cushions towards the aisle, stepping through the shadow of the chair-backed skyscrapers on his left. While picking the window seat to sleep against had been the smart move at the time, it meant that now the distance needing to be covered stretched for ages. Not that it was too terribly difficult as far as terrain went. Ian's biggest obstacles he found were the gaps between the seats, but with a running jump he was able to clear them easily.
At last he came upon the aisle, which was now wide enough to fit a whole city's traffic through. Well there's a drop I definitely don't want to jump down. Is there something I could use? Slide down a seat buckle maybe? There was one on the seat already, so Ian walked over and started to push the metal contraption towards the vast chair edge. Given his size and maybe skipping out on the gym a bit too much, it was not easy going moving the buckle to the lip.
Letting out a triumphant "Woohoo!" Ian succeeded in shoving the buckle the last of the way out, but looking down at his achievement, the buckle swung a few times before coming to a stop... still extremely far above the ground. "Hmmph, well don't want to try that either."
A small vibration started in the chair then, rhythmically moving through the cushions at first, but quickly turning into a thumping. Ian took a step back from the edge, not wanting to test his balance just then. He looked down the avenue towards the source of the thumping and his breath stopped in his chest.
A titanic set of legs flowed across miles of ground, stretching up into a navy blue skirt, up to a matching jacket and blouse, and still higher until his eyes reached the face of an absolute giantess.
The approach continued and continued, and Ian's body felt like it was in glue as he forced himself to turn and retrieve his mind from wherever it just went off to. The monolith that was the flight attendant was almost to his seat when Ian got an idea.
It was an absolutely terrible idea, a stunt-worthy-of-Evil-Knievel type of idea, yet a dumb version. But as the woman approached, Ian's still fuzzy mind found himself a way off of his chair, and onto someone that could help him in his predicament.
Taking a few steps back, Ian timed his run, bouncing a bit off the cushions as he did so, and leapt into the air as he targeted the flight attendant's skirt in front of him. Miraculously enough, he had timed it just right, flying in towards the gigantic skirt in front of him.
However, as the flight attendant's nearest leg lifted off to take another step, Ian came up to the skirt unexpectedly early, and in an instant hit against the fabric, gripping around for purchase to hang on for the journey. He got both hands on some of the skirt, but his momentum was too much, bouncing him off of the lower thigh, and bouncing him away from his handholds.
Shit! Ian's stomach flipped as his body started flying up and away, wind rushing through his ears as he flew forward and then down towards the ground, closing his eyes before he made impact.
His body reverberated with pain. With horror at what he would find, Ian opened his eyes to look at his expectedly broken form. The only thing was, as he did so, he looked completely uninjured. I'm okay? I'm alive? Oh thank goodness... But as his gaze focused past his prone body, his heart dropped as he survived a tremendous fall, only to see the other foot of the flight attendant come down on top of him. He felt the shoe make contact, feeling a new wave of pain go through his system, and felt his body squished under the pressure until he felt one with the ground beneath. But as the weight lifted again, Ian felt the pain fade away, and his body again looked no worse for the wear.
Okay, I guess if life made me shrink, the least they could do is help keep everything intact. What a fucking plan. At least I made it down to the ground, maybe I can make it back to the flight attendant for help?
Ian stood up and turned his body down the aisle towards the receding tremors from the navy-clad woman. He saw her gracefully eating up incredible distances with each step, and pulling miles away towards the back of the plane.
I don't know how long I was out, but I don't think I could make it back there in time. I could wait for them here to come back down the aisle maybe? But good luck grabbing onto them while they're walking like that at my size. New plan Ian, let's find someone sitting and stationary that we can get the attention of. Then they can get the pilot or a doctor or the CIA or something... I don't know!
Ian cut off his thoughts as he looked back at his new surroundings. One thing at a time. As he cast his gaze around, he thought he was who-knows how many rows back from his previous seat. The bump from the skirt incident had sent him over towards the same side of the airplane he started in though. With a bit of a trek he came upon another row of seats. All Ian could make out was a pair of sneakers with leggings shooting up towards the chair lip, and then the rest was out of view from his current position.
That's as good a place to start as any. Ian made his way over, with his pace subconsciously slowing as he came closer and closer to the colossal shoe. As the two came face to rubber, Ian could really take in how small he had gotten. The sole of the shoe is taller than I am! I'll have to find someone with a ruler later. Ian lifted his gaze up the shoe, and up the intimidating black stalks that stretched away into the sky.
Just like a bouldering gym... with a much bigger fall... free soloing is not something I ever thought I'd be the one doing, but hey, I guess at least I can survive if I topple on down. Even with that knowledge, Ian's heart started thumping faster, and he wiped the sweat off of his hands before he reached up and started his ascent.
After pulling himself over the initial bit of rubber, the rest of the shoe was a quick climb, moving up through the rougher fabric towards the ankle. Here he could feel a slight heat radiating out from the skin, before the legging-ends encased the leg for the rest of the journey. Surprisingly, there were enough handholds in the skin, and once Ian made it to the hem, the pace was steady as he moved up the shin to a dizzying height right below her knee.
Keeping himself from looking down any more, Ian felt the slope move from an overhang, to a wall, and with ragged breaths was able to pull himself face-first up onto the top of the knee. When he sat up he soaked in the sight in front of him. Two legging-clad thighs came together and stretched on towards massive sitting hips, set into the seat. A white flowing t-shirt covered the next section of her body, up and up until the shirt hugged more against her breasts. From there the neckline extended in a v-shape upwards, to her neck and then to a face draped in blond hair above that Ian could not quite make out from so far below.
With one last deep breath, Ian pulled himself all the way up and started up the thigh. With each step he took, his foot seemed to sink deeper into the surface, the soft flesh beneath giving way even to his miniscule size. At its squishiest, he was already most of the way across, seeing the groin and the t-shirt closer in the distance. Well this part at least is a bit nicer.
Jinxing himself to no end, Ian nearly lost his footing as the ground below shifted suddenly, but thankfully not enough for him to fall. The movement slowed, and to Ian it did not appear that the leg had moved from its position. But with a loud swishing noise coming from his left, he saw the thigh across from him raising up, and the opposite knee especially making its way over towards his side. Oh shit! She's crossing her legs! Ian picked up his pace, struggling that much more on the squishier surface underneath him. The other leg came in closer and closer, until it looked like the edge of her thigh would come crashing down on top of him. After that last glance back, he didn't dare look again until a thudding vibration pulsed from behind, and a bounce of the thigh knocked him from his feet.
Rolling over onto his backside, Ian saw that he had outpaced the other thigh by about a dozen feet (or feet at his size anyway), as it pillowed around the top of the legging section he had just been on. Wouldn't be the worst way to go, but I'd rather not be stuck between those for now.
His run had brought him to where the woman's legs met. The further up the leg he had traveled, the more warmth he could feel from her body. His curious side glance down between her legs, but he shook his head and looked up at the next intended portion of his journey. The t-shirt fluttered overhead, and he could see that the leggings continued up towards the stomach before the shirt blocked any further view.
With a little more climbing I could reach the hem of the shirt, but will it be easier to climb inside or outside? Deciding to test which way would work best, he continued his climb up the leggings until he was even with the shirt's hem. He gazed up, and saw he was nearing the top band of the leggings now. Just past he saw the smooth skin of the woman's stomach, until it ended at the edge of his gaze with the bottom side of her bra. Pink is always a nice color.
Reaching out an arm, Ian could just grab hold of the shirt as it blew closer to him. However, the shirt started blowing back out, and Ian just managed to grab hold with both of his hands as he started flowing around with the white fabric. He was swung to and fro on the hem, his grip dangerously close to failing and sending him somewhere into the open air. He waited until the shirt was moving back towards the form of the giantess, and flung himself in the direction of her stomach, and more precisely the top of the leggings, where he stuck himself perfectly. His legs had slid into the top, and he found himself hugging the soft belly of the lady. Touching it with his whole body now, he could feel more of her warmth and the faint echoes of her stomach at work.
Luckily it wasn't too much more effort to free his legs from the waistband, and he tested out his climbing on the soft flesh in front of him. The going here was much more stable, though the skin was not as easy to climb up as fabric. Ian started sweating as he pulled himself up this woman's body, marveling at the close contact he had with her bare skin. It was a mesmerizing and warm climb, though not particularly difficult until he made it to the underside of her bra.
There were patterns on the cups, which would make for ok climbing if they weren't so angled and further away. Instead Ian set his eyes on the thin band that connected them in the middle, grasping one arm over and desperately pulling himself over, leaving him straddled in between the two large cups. He swayed with the gentle motion of her breathing, and when he put his ear closer to her skin, he could hear her heartbeat through her chest.
Taking a moment to gather himself, Ian was quickly gazing in awe at the enclosure around him, two gigantic orbs protruding out above from either side of his resting place. She appears to be much more well-endowed than I thought looking at it now. Just above, the two fleshy globes came together, creating a slight cavern for the next part of the ascent, only a bead of light shining through and illuminating the space.
Ian reached out to the bra cup in front of him, and started climbing where the boob met the bra. This made things a little bit easier to get him started, but before long he felt the other breast come up on his back, beginning to squeeze him between the two mountains. Once it got tight enough to where he could no longer climb, Ian moved himself closer within the enveloping folds of her two breasts, suddenly feeling much hotter and the air stuffier, but better able to shimmy his way up through the skin. His whole world became soft, and the heartbeat he faintly heard was something he more felt than heard, feeling it pulsing from all sides. As he neared the top, he had to grab onto her skin again as the soft embrace opened back up to light and the world above.
Blinking the sweat from his eyes, Ian pulled himself onto the topside of the large, soft breast, and found his gaze locked on the cleavage he had just climbed out of, hooked by the sight of his small form on top of these incredibly massive, pillowy breasts. A cough from the woman above sent him bouncing around his peeping spot, and brought him back to his mostly-complete monumental journey up to the woman's face, where he hoped he could get her attention.
He gazed up at the chin hanging up above him, and started climbing up the collarbone, and towards the face of what he hoped would be his savior.
With no easier way up, Ian looked across the soft expanse of the breast he had been resting on and traced the woman's cascading hair, which flowed down from the face far above and came to a gentle rest below the shoulder. People say they climbed ropes like that in gym class all the time. If kids can do it how hard could it really be? Well after spending the better part of an hour climbing up the majority of the gargantuan body, it turned out pretty hard.
Ian wrapped his arms one at a time in the thick blond locks as he shook out his limbs and looked at how far he had left to go. So close... I just need to get in her ear, and then we can talk. Maybe she'll think I'm a ghost or one of those voices people get in their heads. Hand-over-hand Ian's form made its way past the chin, and finally with just a little swing he reached out and found purchase in the soft lobe of her ear.
Ian pulled himself into an alcove and focused on his now ragged breathing after quite frankly an incredible trek up this mountain of a woman. Even after he felt his heart rate recede back into his chest, Ian hesitated on how to proceed next. Just start with 'Hello miss, I am terribly sorry to trouble you but I am an inch-tall man who has just climbed up your entire body. Please get me to a quantam scientist or the next best offical please'. Nothing to it. Easy as pie. More assortments of sayings that make me feel better right now. Ian closed his eyes and took a few longer, deeper breaths.
Getting to his feet, Ian faced the tunnel leading down the rest of the ear canal. Making sure she could hear, Ian cupped his hands around his mouth and went for it: "HI, PLEASE DON'T PANI- Oof!"
He had done too well in getting her attention. After the first few words, Ian's world spun. The woman had swung her head in the direction of her ear (and his voice), but without bracing for the sudden unexpected force, Ian was whirled away from her head. His breath left him as his body made contact with the cushioned back of the chair, glimpsing the blonde head turning to the left and right, and the miles of woman leaned forward searching for the speaking passenger. That particular passenger felt his stomach move up into his chest as gravity continued its pull downward, sailing in the air back towards the currently confused giantess.
Landing butt-first, Ian brushed against the hem of the massive white t-shirt, impacting the woman's lower back and sending him rolling down her skin. After a final somersault, his legs almost found purchase on the leggings band, but his momentum continued shooting him down, sandwiched between black fabric towards the outside and the matching pink panties towards the inside.
His fall slowed, Ian took in the giant mounds of butt beginning to caress his body. Reaching out his arms to either side, he could almost reach past the cotton fabric and feel her cheeks. The descent was just beginning to move him towards the area underneath the giantess when Ian felt shifting, and suddenly the soft flesh he had been straining for closed in around him, as the woman settled back against her seat.
"Hmmph". Ian's body became constricted, and he tried maneuvering himself up, down, and every other direction. He was stuck here. 0 for 2 on the plans, but at least this one almost worked. Stuck in the crack of an enormous ass, Ian settled in and waited for a time where he could move again. The heat here was definitely more noticeable, and much more prolonged than the recent time where he had been wedge between two other fleshy globes on this woman's body.
In fact, the heat was building up more and more, with the environment getting more humid and damp all around. Dewey drops began to form on the skin around him, and others got absorbed into the clothing that encased the rest of his small form. As things got wetter, they got slippier. After a long while of constriction, Ian tried moving himself again. I can't go up like this, guess I could try down and around.
Pushing against the pink fabric in front of him, Ian gradually slid his way down against the soft cheeks around the rest of his body. The panties funneled down along with him until he could make out the puckered wrinkles of the woman's anus poking out of the sides. Moving just past that, the cavern between the cheeks opened more and Ian was able to navigate a crawl space directly underneath the weight of the giantess. Down at the bottom of the valley that was his new journey, Ian felt around the darker space for any avenues leading back out. Fumbling around the warm woman's crevices, Ian could tell that once again, he might be stuck. Back the way he came was the butt that he had shimmied through, and on the opposite end lay a soft bump through the panties, marking the start to the aromatic vagina currently pressed against the seat.
Ian tried to stick his arm underneath the pussy mound, but too much weight meant no more than his hand could make it under. As he pulled his arm back though, he felt a large shift forward, and his musty cavern opened more and the space started jostling widely. She's up! Does that mean we're landed? With less force keeping him from his new path, Ian grabbed the panty overhang above and once again headed up.
The smell got much stronger now, smelling of stale womanhood as his body was flush with the pussy now, only the layer of fabric standing between them. Ian pushed himself in closer, in awe at the space he occupied and almost feeling the lips through the slightly damp panties. Such plushness, it could cover his entire body! More of these thoughts entered Ian's brain as he felt a boner now pressing against the soft wall as well. He could have held himself here forever, but after a few other jostles around him, Ian took in a deep breath of the musty scent and continued moving upwards.
Things got easier as the overhang flattened into the start of her belly, and soon he was back to climbing skin-to-skin, stepping at last off of the edge of the panties as he used it to push himself upwards. He got to her belly button and the waistband of the leggings, and in a seemingly first stroke of luck, the waistband was aligned with her belly button. He could maneuver through so much easier that way, and did so, wrapping his arms around the waistband and poking his head out to the world beyond.
Ian took a fresh breath as he saw a door close and lock in front of his view, and he realized where he was as the blonde woman pulled her pants and panties down to use the bathroom. Ian was rushed back past the now-bare pussy that he had just been hugging, feeling it down his back just briefly as the garments settled towards her shoes below. Hearing the thunderous roaring of piss from above, Ian tried to focus on what was next. Taking a glance at the squatting form above, Ian pulled himself onto the other side of the waistband. Should probably stick to the outside this time
Waiting for the large flush that now sounded above, the landscape once again shifted and the leggings (and their passenger) were carried back up on the giantess. Once the woman walked over to the sink, Ian jumped the short gap to the counter and turned back to face her.
"HEY, HEY DOWN HERE! HELP!" Ian waved his arms wildly and stepped towards the middle of the counter away from the in-use sink. As the waterfall commenced next to him, he desperately worked to get the attention of the woman. However at the moment her gaze was focused, she seemed a bit put-off at having to have one hand continuously hold down the water button as she washed one hand at a time. Having finished that, her gaze swept directly over Ian.
As she did so, Ian jumped higher, shouted louder, and waved like he was in front of a car dealership; anything to get her attention. But the gaze just continued onwards, drops raining down around Ian as her wet hands found the paper towels just above. And with that, the much-explored body of the blonde giantess was out the bathroom door, leaving Ian stranded.
Fuck me! When am I going to catch a break here? I'm an incredible shrunk man that apparently the world does not want to see! Ian resolved to sit and wait on the counter's edge until the next person and next opportunity came along.
After a long wait: "...going to announce the landing approach soon." A muffled feminine voice drifted through the door, and the handle turned to open it. There was the flight attendant again, Ian once again took in the lady in uniform, noting better this time her cute features and hair done up in some sort of bun.
She glanced in the room, checking around at some of the contents briefly. Once again Ian made a scene, but this woman too was preoccupied. As her towering form moved impossibly across his vision, Ian's efforts slowly died down as he once again grew mesmerized at the giant form. This time at waist height, the skirt dominated the vision as Ian's view was engulfed by a passing thigh, the pillar growing towards the bodice and face of this figure. This also kept him from seeing the hand come in from his side, as the attendant wiped a bit of water back towards the sink. "Ooof!" The wind was once again knocked out as the wet hand struck him on his blind side, and he was pushed up against the skin as the sink came closer into view. The hand pushed Ian closer to the edge, and his vision swam as he was lifted higher up into the air, stuck to the flight attendant's hand.
Up a dozen stories he flew, brought closer up to the soft features of the lady's, as she spared just a quick glance at her wettened hand. With a small harrumph, she brought the hand and its passenger to the top of her blazer. In Ian's view, he began back downwards almost as suddenly as he had been lifted upwards, and saw the bottom of her collar fast approaching the hand and his small form.
The impact was less painful than the others he had suffered so far that day, but his body began a light burning sensation as he was rolled across the lapel. The meat cushion crushing him into the jacket lifted away, and Ian slid down at speed until he came to rest. When his eyes cleared from the recent wind, Ian felt fabric surrounding him, only broken up by a large object tottering loosely alongside, an enormous lip balm from the look of things. Outward Ian could feel the slight cooling air of the cabin, and inward he felt softness and a heartbeat that was reminiscent of bass moving through his body. Hidden away in the breast pocket, Ian collapsed against the corner. This at least is safer, the flight's almost landed and I'm a lot farther from getting home than I would like. Once the plane lands, I wait until things get quiet, then round 4 of getting attention and going from there.
Ian lounged within the corner of the breast pocket, and in the softness and bobbing of the world around him, fell asleep.
Sydney
The last flight of her day landed, and Sydney stood at the front and gave a big smile and kind words as each passenger departed the plane. How she wished she could stop her service half to follow the passengers out and head to her own home. But, this is pristine airline service!
An hour or two later, Sydney hopped off at her bus stop and made it the other few blocks back home, followed by a great sigh of relief. It was a decent enough size for the four roommates that shared it, though to be fair any one of them at least was usually gone on a series of flights at any given time.
Without further ado she brought her bags up to the door and let herself in. Going straight to her room, she put her things on her desk, clearing her pockets and the small inhabitant within.
Oh great, must have gotten some lip balm on the container. Sydney leaned in to wipe the smudge off, but as her gaze closed in on her balm, her heart stopped. Against everything that was rational in that moment, a small, naked man was jumping on her desk and waving at her frantically.