Percy wasn’t having a great day. He had woken up late at Camp Half-Blood and the harpies chased him out on his minor quest before he had gathered his things, he hadn’t even said goodbye to his girlfriend Annabeth. He was looking forward to a relaxing summer with her after the Titan War, but he feared he had just thrown a wrench in the gears right away. But right now that was the least of his problems.
Percy was facing Enyo, a minor war goddess and occasional flame of the god Percy had trouble with most often, Aries. Percy had come to her in New Jersey, a please of aggression itself, to see if she had any requests in being honored or any demigods to claim. She, on the other hand, was not in the mood to be pleased.
Her red-brown chest length hair fluttered across her tight, white tank top in the breeze. She stood with a spear and bronze shield, grounded by her muscular legs in black leggings and white trainers.
“How dare you come to me!” she snarled, “You have dishonored my Aries and believe I will let you talk to me like old friends?!”
“I am very sorry Lord Enyo, I had no idea.” Percy tried to reason, “Aries had never mentioned you. I’ve only heard of his relationship with Aphrodite.”
“Don’t speak her name to me!” Enyo screeched as she lunged with her spear.
“Clearly, I should not have said that” Percy thought to himself as he braced for the attack.
Enyo came at Percy with the force of a chariot, her spear ready to toss his insides like a salad. Percy quickly maneuvered the spear tip away from his chest and slashed at Enyo. His strike was blocked by her shield and she rammed it into his chest, sending him flying back a good twenty feet. “This is not good at all,” he thought “I need to get under her guard again”
Percy rose again to meet a swipe of the spear head; he quickly dodged it with a duck that would have made the god of limbo jealous and quickly swung his sword at her exposed ankles. The tip of the Riptide glanced off, drawing golden ichor. Looked down furiously as her godly blood dripped onto her pristine shoes.
“Those were this year’s style!” she yelled “I don’t even crease them! You will pay for this.” Percy did NOT appreciate the even tone she used to say that. She removed her shoes, displaying her bare feet with dark grey nail polish. “Now my shirt doesn’t match” Enyo complained. She removed her tank top as well, showing off her grey Nike sports bra holding her medium sized breasts to her chest.
“Is that appropriate?” Percy asked uncertainly.
“I am no longer going to kill you in battle,” Enyo declares “instead I will teach you a lesson.”
“That’s a relief.” Percy says dryly, “Now I’ll get to die another day.” Percy rolls his eyes.
“You have no respect for footwear, so you will be made to appreciate it.” Percy stepped back nervously as she grew to her godly height, towering above him.
“I’ve never fought a god as a giant,” Percy pleaded “Couldn’t you please return to human size?”
“But Percy,” Enyo says with a mischievous smile “I haven’t grown at all.” Percy looked around in shock as he realized he had shrunk to be half an inch tall. “And now Percy Jackson, it is time for your lesson to begin.” Enyo raised her now enormous foot and stepped forward, directly where Percy stood.

Percy awoke, he could tell it was midmorning by the light on his still-closed eyes. The dream he had been having was vivid, which wasn’t unusual for a demigod, but this was different. This dream was too vivid, like he had actually fought Enyo. Percy took a deep breath and prepared to open his eyes. He frowned to himself at the ache in his chest. “Ache in my chest?” He thought to himself “That is just like the dream…” His eyes flew open like he had been shocked by Thalia.
“No. NoNoNoNo. This isn’t real.” Percy spoke aloud while pinching himself. He stood in awe of his now even larger cabin. The fountain seemed larger than Niagara falls and the sea shells in the wall like bill boards. His bunk alone was a vast ocean, “No, more of a sea.” He said to himself with a chuckle. “Now how to get down…” Percy wondered aloud. He wandered over to the edge of the bunk and looked down. “That must be the distance of an aircraft carrier.” Spotting the curtains, Percy began his walk to the head of the bed.
At the curtain Percy began to notice a problem. Percy never needed to use the privacy curtain because he had the cabin to himself. That being said, the curtain was fully open and tucked BEYOND the edge of the bed. Percy could not reach. He looked at the ground, then the curtain, then the bed and back to the ground. “This is the only way” he realized and backed up. Percy charged and jumped, flying over the vast drop and onto the curtain; unable to get a hand hold he started tumbling down the navy blue material. Luckily for him the sheer material started to billow up below him and slow his fall to a manageable speed. After what seemed like an eternity of tumbling he rolled onto the floor. Percy stood, braced himself against the wall, and promptly vomited. “That,” he said while wiping his mouth, “was worse than any monster.”
He stood on his own and observed the wall, which was textured differently than the sandstone of the rest of the rest of the cabin. Looking to his right he realized with diminishing surprise that it was one of his Air Jordans. “I get shrunk by a sneaker head goddess and I end up smaller than Michael Jordan on the emblem, what the Hades.” Percy turned back and walked across the stone floor towards the open doorway. “No matter how cold the floor gets at night, I will never pray for carpeting again.” He promised.
At the doorway he surveyed his options. “I need to make it to Annabeth,” He said with certainty “She can help me.” The Athena cabin was across the great lawn from his, just to the right of the Demeter cabin, he wouldn’t need to worry about foot traffic that much because the only cabins to his left were Zeus and Hera, forming the top of the Omega the cabins formed and both of which were empty. With that he faced the Athena cabin jumped down the low ledge into the grass. Percy was unable to see much through the grass blades that intersected the sky, so he was proud of himself that he had the foresight to get his bearings before jumping in.
Percy walked for almost three hours before he was able to see the front façade of a cabin, in which time he had avoided bugs like monsters in the Labyrinth and was nearly stepped on twice as campers rotated classes. “Why couldn’t I have been shrunk on a weekend” Percy thought to himself. The cabin loomed above him, but perhaps through all the detours he had taken around insects, he had ended up in front of the Demeter cabin. “At least they are nice girls” he said as he made his way toward some in the garden. “Down here!” he called, “The little guy in the garden!” As if it made it more obvious. Climbing atop a flower he began to waive his arms, still doing his best to be heard.
“Eww, a bug in our garden.” Said one girl to another.
“No wait!” Percy yelled as he dove from the flower.
“Check this out!” said the other excitedly as she made a Venus flytrap appear. Now normally they don’t snap at things until the bug is in the lips of the trap, but no one seemed to have told this one that. Percy ran around the base of the plant avoiding the mouth as it followed him along.
“That still isn’t working,” said the first Demeter girl, “I’ve got a quicker way.” Percy waited in fear, tense and ready to react; however, the girl didn’t give him much time to as she stomped down in her purple goulashes. He tried to run but turned to see the sole of a size eight rain boot coming down on him. His face was pressed into the sole, as the smell of rubber filled his nose. The boot pressed him flat to the ground with more force than the weight of the sky itself. Just when he was fully pressed into the rich dirt, the boot began to twist; attempting to squash the life out of him. He could feel each toe pass over his face as the harsh rubber was being ground across it, each one a bump of more pressure. He surely would have popped like a grape if he hadn’t possessed the Mark of Achilles. After what seemed like an eternity, the massive boot lifted off him and ascended into the bright sky. “No more bug now” the girl said and they both turned and went back to gardening.
Percy laid at the bottom of his own personal crater; half submerged in the dirt. After taking a few minutes to recover and climb out Percy faced his attackers. They were both kneeling away from him, planting something no doubt. The first girl had very curly, black hair which went down to the tie in her red bikini. Below that was a stretch of beautiful skin the color of milk chocolate which led to a pair of acid washed blue jeans. Percy began to notice a tightness in his pants. She was sitting on her heels and her soles shown a paler color than the surrounding skin, though they had bits of rock and plant matter stuck to them; she must have been walking around barefoot. The girl who had stepped on him also had curly hair, but this time it was honey-gold. This girl in contrast had a fair complexion and was beginning to burn on her shoulders. She wore a yellow blouse and blue jeans that were well filled out. The top of her thong was also poking out, leaving the girl to sport a white whale tail. Percy took out his dick and started to stroke it to the finest white whale he had ever seen, after a while he started to look at the barefoot girl, who was sporting some nice side boob from her skimpy bikini. Percy stroked faster and faster, glancing between the two girls. At last he came, with the vivid image of the purple rain boot descending flashing through his mind.
After Percy cleaned himself up with a bit of leaf he continued over to the Athena cabin and pulled himself inside. He gazed into the empty cabin, looking around at what seemed more like a very compact school than a place to rest. Percy realized he would have to wait for Annabeth to return form her classes or activities, so he walked to the bookshelf and situated himself between to books to wait out of the way of foot traffic. Percy dozed off.

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Annabeth

              It was hot, or rather she was. Annabeth had been freestyle climbing the lava wall and now, as she walked back to her cabin, she was imagining the warm, soothing shower she would take. Ugh, she could just feel the water washing away her aches and the sweat that clung to her lightly tanned, white skin; not to mention the orange camp shirt and calf length jeans she was wearing. The breeze felt nice on her brow, blowing a wisp of dirty blonde hair that had escaped her ponytail. Jumping from rock to crevice and dodging the streams of lava that came down the wall had left her exhausted and her feet aching in her Converse low tops. Annabeth let out a sigh of anticipated relief as she looked up and saw her cabin ahead.

 

Percy

              The ground vibrating beneath him snapped Percy from his slumber; he whipped his head around attempting to get his bearings. The memory of the morning came back to him as he peeked his head out from the bookshelf to see who was approaching. A shadow filled the doorway at the tremors grew in intensity; the figure entered the light, and he felt relief flow through his body as he recognized his weary girlfriend.

              Percy rushed onto the floor without a second thought, waving his arms wildly.               “Annabeth!” He yelled “Down here!” Annabeth looked down. Percy could not believe it; someone had actually heard him! Percy slowed, leaving a good two feet between him and Annabeth. Why hadn’t she reacted to him? He got his answer soon enough. Annabeth put one foot directly behind the other and pried off one of her Converse shoes, kicking it in his general direction. It was years of demigod training that saved him; he dropped to the ground and the shoe sailed over him, but it wasn’t over yet. Annabeth then reversed her footing and launched the other towards him, but this time Percy couldn’t avoid the impact. Together he and the shoe rolled across the floor and the sneaker landed right-side-up, with Percy inside. The heat of her recent workout and the strong odor were making Percy’s head spin, he attempted to climb the heel to the opening. Seeing as the shoe hadn’t landed where she had intended Annabeth nudged it with her toe to the correct spot, unknowingly pushing Percy back on the insole and wetting his face with the sweat of her sock. Percy spat and restarted his climb as Annabeth turned to the bathroom to start her shower.

 

Annabeth

              Annabeth flicked on the light and turned to face the mirror and she began to undress. She started at the top: undoing her ponytail and waiving her hair with the shake of her head. Next, she crossed her arms to her waist and pulled up her shirt, letting her bosom free.

“If only Percy could see me now.” She said to herself while squeezing a tit in her black bra, not knowing how close he really was. “He would be drooling.” The peeled off her white socks and tossed them to the door in balls, followed by her pants. She again looked at herself in the mirror, modeling in her matching panties and bra before reaching behind her back and unclasping it. Her medium breasts sprung free, her nipples pointing out as if to taste the fresh air. Lastly, she kicked off her panties to the pile in front of the door before turning on the water and stepping in.

 

Percy

              Percy had made it to the bathroom door without trouble and upon slithering under the door, found himself against a mound of sweaty clothes. Not only were the clothes in front of him, but to his left was the bathroom wall and to his right more clothing, meaning his only option was to climb over the stinking mound. Percy approached the shirt, finding it to have some residual heat coming off it. He began his ascent, the fabric caving slightly below him. For the most part it was an easy climb, there was a moment where the fabric had given way and he found himself in one of the armpits, but there was no lasting difficulty (if he ignored the slight stench on his clothing now). He supposed he should be grateful that Enyo had shrunk his clothing with him, at least Percy wasn’t battling beetles naked. After the clothing pile Percy was free to wait for Annabeth to get out of the shower, although he put a few inches between him and her sock balls for the sake of his nose.

              At long last the shower turned off and Annabeth stepped out and grabbed a towel. Percy was in awe of his colossus of a girlfriend who was standing in front of him. He was slightly ashamed to see her naked while she was unaware, but he was in an unusual situation. Nonetheless the water that was dripping down her body was mesmerizing. Percy ogled the droplets streaming down her chest, making their way between her breasts and down her smooth stomach. He wished he were in their place, travelling down her body, but he still had to get her attention before he could even propose the idea. Percy ran toward her.

 

Annabeth

              Annabeth felt completely refreshed after her shower. The water had soothed her aches and washed the sweat and dirt from her body. She toweled off completely from her chest down to her toes and then wrapped the towel around her hair. Annabeth stepped off the bathmat and was about to make her way to the vanity when she spotted something moving on the floor. Annabeth froze. It was a spider. Being a daughter of Athena not only endowed her with a magnificent mind, but also a godly amount of arachnophobia and unfortunately seemed to serve as a beacon to them. Annabeth, for seemingly the first time, had no idea what to do; she had nowhere to go and nothing to use to defend herself. The spider drew nearer. As a last second response, Annabeth fearfully kicked it away toward the vanity. After washing her foot again in the shower, she cautiously moved to the vanity, grabbed a tissue, and made to grab the spider. Annabeth approached it slowly, ready to move at any reaction by the arachnid. It didn’t move at all, but that did not settle her nerves. Testing her courage, she leaned in to grab it, but it looked different; it seemed disproportionate. At last Annabeth grabbed it with the tissue and flipped it over to investigate. What she saw shocked her more than almost any spider would have. “Percy?”

 

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              Chocolate chip cookies entered Percy’s dreams. He was in his mom’s apartment, and they had spent a rainy afternoon making blue cookies, it was one of Percy’s fondest memories. Memories. Percy knew what was going on, he struggled to clear his mind of the fog around the edges of the scene. He could already tell his body was going to be aching, an anvil was already materializing on his chest. With an internal sigh Percy opened his eyes.

              The first thing he noticed was the large tube with nectar above him, held by fingers the length of extra-thick telephone poles. The fingers connected to a hand the size of a community pool, which lead to an arm that would make King-Kong’s look like a child’s. Above all that, to Percy’s immense relief, was the building-sized face of his girlfriend.

“You’re awake!” Annabeth said excitedly, causing Percy to cover his ears.

“A little less volume please!” he responded with what he hoped would be adequate volume. He climbed to his feet atop Annabeth’s desk.

“Sorry, you’ve just been out for a half hour now and I was getting worried.” Percy looked to the clock to confirm but realized he didn’t know when he had arrived. He looked back to Annabeth.

“Thanks for finally finding me,” he said, “It has been a bit of a rough morning.”

“I’ll bet, I’m glad it was you and not a spider. Sorry for knocking you unconscious, but you saw me naked, so I think we are equal.” Annabeth replied with a slight smirk. “Are you feeling alright? What’s the last thing you remember?”

“Well, I am fine apart from some aching. I was headed to get your attention when you froze and then kicked me. I thought that you recognized me, but then your barge of a foot was headed right for me. Pretty scary looking.”

“My feet are not scary looking!” Annabeth said indignantly, “How did you get like this anyway?”

“I had a run in with Enyo that ended not very diplomatically, this curse of Achilles is a real life-saver though. I haven’t been wounded significantly at all, and I’ve even been stepped on by a Demeter girl!”

Annabeth was astounded. “You were able to resist that much force at your scale? That is amazing! This could be the first time the curse of Achilles has ever been put to a scientific test! We already know that your skin is impenetrable, but as far as I know a compression or tension test has never been done, we will have to do those immediately.”

Percy was beginning to worry; he knew that gleam in her eye. Annabeth was about to go all science-y and by the sound of her ramblings it was going to be rough for him. “Hey Annabeth?” He asked loudly, on his personal scale, and going unnoticed. “Annabeth!” He shouted again, “Can we talk about this?”

“Sure, what is it?” she asked, her gaze refocusing on her minuscule boyfriend. “Did you want to eat something before we start?” Now that she mentioned it, Percy was a little hungry. He had skipped breakfast and it was now late morning and he had already had quite the adventure.

“Actually yes, I could eat!” he responded enthusiastically, his mind already off his previous concern. Annabeth turned from her desk and went to her bunk to grab a granola bar. Percy finally took a second to view his surroundings from a new vantage point. Sure, he had seen the Athena cabin before but at his new size the cabin was like a new place. It had the library and desks and the tinkering space, but now everything had a sense of permanence and grandeur. Percy stared at a pencil that was across the desk from him; it was something he had never given thought to before but was now certain he could not move it.

Annabeth returned and reached over him to grab the pencil he had been studying. The football field-length-cylinder flew over him to meet a notebook Annabeth had brought with the granola.

“You eat while I just take some notes on your condition,” and Percy did, although he found it a little unnerving to be under such scrutiny. He was doing his best to break bits of granola off of the bar, but his progress was slowed by Annabeth pulling him back from time to time to measure his new height, or wingspan, or weight. When Percy was finished with his meal Annabeth gave a small, excited clap.

“Now we will begin testing,” she said “We will be looking at how the Curse of Achilles holds up to extreme forces; I will begin gently and increase pressure, converting for the scale of your body.” Annabeth picked up Percy before he could say anything and started pinch him in between her thumb and index finger. He found it to be uncomfortable. Although he fingers were clean and smelled of body soap from her recent shower, it still felt to Percy like being sat on by a bear, followed by elephant and then the entire zoo.

“How was that?” Annabeth asked as she opened her fingers.

“Nothing broken” Percy responded through breaths he was trying to recover, “but-“

“Excellent!” Annabeth exclaimed, “I’ll have to get some more weight then!” She glanced around the room. “I’m not seeing anything else I can use...” she slowly said to Percy’s relief. “I’ll just have to use myself, down you go!” Percy’s stomach dropped as he descended, although he put that down to nerves rather than the sudden lowering of his being.

As he was placed on the floor, Percy took in what Annabeth was wearing for the first time since her shower. She had changed into a white blouse and booty shorts, she had not bothered with any footwear as she was not leaving the cabin yet. Although she hadn’t said what her plans were, judging by his location he had a fair idea.

“Annabeth! Please put me back up!” he shouted from the floor.

“I love that you are so excited! Of course I can hurry up!” Percy was dismayed. Annabeth lifted her barefoot and lowered it onto him. His limbs were splayed out by the weight of her sole as her court sized foot began to seal to the ground. Light faded as the crack between her sole and the cabin floor diminished. Heat started to build quickly in his fleshy prison, although he was too worried to tell how much time was passing. From what seemed to be underwater, he heard “I think you are off-center,” and the pressure lifted. Light and fresh air took it’s rightful place again, but something was wrong. Percy began to be pulled upward off the ground, adhered to the sole of his lover. He watched the ground recede out of the corner of his eye, as the side of his face was still plastered to Annabeth’s foot.