From 1990 until some time in 1995, in Grover city, a community on California's central coast, my friend Scott and his family rented a home on Mentone street, one house from the corner of Mentone and Seventh street. It was a yellow house with a small windmill in the front yard. Scott lived in the garage that was to the left of the house if you were facing the front of the house, and the garage was separate from the house and further back in the backyard.

The garage became a hangout for high school kids and young adults who were too young to drink. An older person who hung out there would buy beer, and everyone would party on Friday and Saturday nights.

A lot of weird things happened there, on at least a dozen different occasions time travelers showed up there. Apparently, thousands of years from now, time travel will be as common as chartering a bus is now. Young people could choose to travel to other centuries and visit historical figures. Not all encounters with people from the future involved miniaturization, so I'll refrain from mentioning those other encounters, in order to follow the rules of this website where this story will be posted.

On the occasions that I met time travelers, I asked what brought them to Scott's garage in the late twentieth century, and I was told the same thing by different visitors from the future. According to them, I am still alive thousands of years from now, because at some point I will become immortal. My main claim to fame will be to become known as a comic book artist specializing in giantess fiction. Of course, I had done (or will do, from our perspective) other things, such as acting and producing and typing teleplays and screenplays, but all they cared about was my career as a comic book artist. I know I will never be worthy of shining the shoes of Jack Kirby, despite how skilled an artist I become some day, but for these travelers from the future I kept running into, it wasn't my skill as an artist that brought them to the twentieth century, it was the subject matter of my comics that interested them: miniaturization.

They live in a time when miniaturization is a reality, and they saw me as prescient for accurately predicting shrink-rays and how they would be used in the age of miniaturization. The tale I am about to write about is when I encountered two of those travelers, some time in the year 1991, when I was 20 years old.

I showed up at Scott's garage one afternoon and encountered a teenage girl with dark hair, and a teenage boy with blonde hair who was with her. I usually recognized everyone who hung out there, unless they were from out of town, but I didn't recognize these two. The boy took a shrunken man and shoved him into his mouth and swallowed him. Because these weren't the first time travelers I had encountered, I instinctively knew the shrunken man was real, and that they were from the future.

"You can't just swallow someone like that," I pleaded.

"To him, I'm nothing less than a god!" The boy replied. Both the girl and the boy were about fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Some people are gods," the girl told me, "and others exist to serve the gods. Which one are you?"

I've always been submissive, and my primal sexual fantasy was to be miniaturized and swallowed by a beautiful woman. I was overwhelmed with emotions so I begged her to shrink me. As she pointed the shrink-ray device at me, she asked, "How small do you want to be?"

I instantly blurted out "An inch tall!"

The girl punched in that ratio into the sizing scope, and fired. I was instantly reduced to an inch tall, looking up from the carpet below. She scooped me up and set me on the rectangular wooden table that dominated the front portion of Scott's garage.

"How would it feel to end up inside the belly of a titan?" The beautiful girl asked.

"It would be an honor!" I shouted up to her.

She ended up swallowing me, but she puked me back up within a minute or so. She said something about not hurting historical figures. She asked me what I wanted her to do with me next, because she and her boyfriend were about to leave. I mentioned Scott's blonde blue-eyed 12-year-old sister Crystal, and said I would like to be owned by her for a while.

The girl tracked Crystal down, and brought her to me. Crystal was excited at the prospect of owning a shrunken man, and one of the first things she did was to swallow me, just as the older girl from the future had done. She also vomited me up, and before the time travelers departed, the girl gave Crystal some items that would help her care for me, such as furniture built to my tiny scale, and a device that could only be used to miniaturize food and water down to my scale. Shrunken men can't process normal water or food without it being reduced down to their scale.

After the future teens left, other people began showing up, which was normal for Scott's garage on a Friday night in the late afternoon. One of the people who showed up was an 18 or 19 year old chick, I can't remember her name all these years later, but she had dark hair, brown eyes, and was either Native American or Latina. She had a burly physique that turned me on, and at normal size I had always wanted her to be my girlfriend.

Some of the other people in the garage were aware of me, and I got her attention, too. She commanded me to march onto her left palm, and I complied with her command. I can't remember everything she said to me, but she swallowed me. This is the third time I had been swallowed that day, but I neglected to describe to the reader the sensation of being swallowed alive.

It's like traveling down a waterslide at a water park, and there is enough air in the stomach for someone who is an inch tall to survive for several minutes. For a short time I was in her belly, and the next thing I knew, I was plunging into the bathroom sink which had been stopped up so I wouldn't glide down the drain. My sultry captress addressed me.

"You belong in my belly permanently!" She said. She went on to explain that I would probably be safer with Crystal, because she (the sultry Latina) wanted to digest me. She picked me up and rinsed me off, and took me back to a Crystal. If the Latina had been less homicidal, I would've chosen to be her property for a few days, instead of Crystal's.

At some point, I'd had enough, and wanted to return to normal size. When I was eleven, my stepfather wanted to kill me and my sister, and a man from the future had climbed through my bedroom window and told me he was giving me superpowers. I took my shirt off and put the shirt on that he gave me, and it absorbed into my skin.

When I uttered a certain word, I transformed, and had the strength to hurl a car a dozen yards. I took my stepfather's gun and bent it into disuse. Before he left, the man said my powers would protect me from neutrino dissimilators, otherwise known as shrink rays. My powers were stripped from me when I was 21 because I had misused them by hurting people who had started fights with me. But at age 20, I still had them.

So that day, after being miniaturized and swallowed three different times, I uttered the word and returned to normal size, and went about my life. My only regret on that day was not staying shrunk for a day or two, instead of just an hour or two. The girl from the future who had miniaturized me showed up at Scott's a day or two later to let me know the shrunken man her boyfriend had swallowed had survived, she chastened me for being unconcerned about his welfare. In their future time, they could be prosecuted for digesting someone who had been shrunk. They were just a couple of innocent teenagers who happened to be into vore, and meant nobody any harm.

To Be Continued!

Back in 1991:

One time I was hanging out at Scott's garage one weekend and the sexy Latina who had swallowed me before was there. Another time traveler showed up, this time it was my future self. He was muscular with a low body fat percentage, and he looked younger than the 50+ years he claimed, due to the effects of the immortality that time taxi had given him. I was twenty years old at that time, so I was interested in learning about my future, but he was interested in setting up model buildings in the back of the room.

They were models that didn't look like the real thing, and he set out shrunken men on top of each structure. The sexy Latina walked over, and he explained to her that the shrunken people were criminals who were sentenced to death in the distant future, and that she could swallow them at will without regard for their safety. He did this because previously she had expressed the desire to devour and digest shrunken men.

He shrunk me and measured her upper arms with a tape measure then left me in her care, setting me on top of one of the model buildings. I spoke with one of the condemned criminals, and asked him if it was true that he killed people. He explained that he didn't think he would get caught, and if he did, other people had gotten lesser sentences for the same thing.

I asked him for more details and he told me in his century, people use more advanced weapons such as the type we see in science fiction films. He had told people in his time that he was going to use gun powder weapons to go on a rampage, and he was met with scorn; people belittled him because they couldn't comprehend how such primitive weapons could be deadly, so he felt it was his mission to prove it to them.

My older self returned with golden arm bands with jewels in them. The sexy Latina put them on, as well as a toga that made her look like a Roman goddess. I asked the shrunken criminal I had been talking to whether he was turned on knowing he would end up inside the belly of the Aztec goddess. He indicated he wasn't, but I don't recall his exact words.

The sexy Latina began devouring the captives. She ripped the first one apart with her teeth, and swallowed him whole. It was difficult to feel sorry for a criminal who had killed so many people. She did the same with the others, one by one. It felt weird to stand an inch tall, watching men shrunk down to my size getting devoured in front of me knowing that I was safe. I knew I could trust the lusty Latina, but all these years later I regret not knowing her name. When she was done devouring her captives, she licked her lips and my counterpart re-enlarged me back to normal size. He soon left, and several years later I ran into the sexy Latina at the local head shop where I was buying rolling papers, and she informed me she still had the arm bands.

At that time, I had forgotten the incident with the swallowed captives but it came back to me eventually. I wonder how she's been doing all these years.

To Be Continued!

Back in 1991...

My best friend was a guy named Nick, and one of the time travelers I met when I was 20 was Leilla, Nick's daughter. Her name is pronounced Lee-eye-la, not Leela or Layla. She has a tan complexion, brown hair, and hazel eyes. She always wore clothing that showed off her awesome legs, maybe a short skirt or shorts and a tee-shirt. The weird thing about her was that she was born in 1995, so in 1991 she hadn't even been born yet, but her teenage self showed up in her own time machine from time to time. When she was fifteen or sixteen, she showed up at Scott's garage when there was a moderate amount of people there, and shrunk me down to an inch tall.

She scooped me up, and placed me on the rectangular wooden table that dominated the front of the garage.

"I've de-activated your powers," said Leilla. I already knew who she was, from seeing her at other places and times. "Go ahead and see for yourself!" said Leilla.

I spoke the word that transformed me; normally, I would return to normal size after being miniaturized. This time, however, it didn't work. I was trapped at an inch tall, until Leilla saw fit to restore me! Several people gathered at the table, and to me they towered over me like titans. Leilla pulled out a par of dice, and tossed them on the table.

"Whoever gets the highest score, gets to swallow him!" Leilla said triumphantly. There were two chicks and a blonde guy, and he needed her to explain it to him further.

"All of you toss these dice," Leilla explained for the second time, "and whoever gets the highest score gets to swallow Sam!"

The girl to the right of the teenage boy went first, then the boy, then the girl to his left. One of the girls got the highest score, and I became frightened. I kind of whined to Leilla, and pleaded with her not to let anyone swallow me.

"Quit being such a baby," Leilla told me, "I'll make sure you survive!"

With that, the girl who won the dice game picked me up and tossed me into her mouth. I could smell the odor of toothpaste and mouthwash, obviously she had good hygiene and had just brushed before she came over to Scott's garage. I plummeted down her esophagus, and was bound by the massive muscle walls of her belly. Those muscles and the force of gravity would keep me pinned down inside her stomach until she vomited me back up; there was nothing within my power to alter my situation.

The other times I had been swallowed by girls in Scott's garage, I could've uttered the word that transformed me, and returned to normal size instantly; that would have ripped open the guts of the person who swallowed me, but my transformation abilities also gifted me with the power to heal by making blood to blood contact. If I cut open my hand or arm, and made contact with someone's wound, as long as my blood touched theirs, they and I would be instantly healed. This had happened at least once before, I was shrunk and inside some girl's stomach and I returned to normal size and ripped her open, but I healed her quickly and she forgave me. I can't remember who she was or where I was when that happened, though.

This time I couldn't do that, I was inside the belly of a beautiful teenage girl, with no means of escape. What if the girl disagreed with Leilla and refused to vomit me up? What if I passed out down here before they were aware of it? I didn't have need to worry, however; Leilla used a neural stimulator on the girl and she vomited me up quickly. Before long Leilla re-enlarged me back to normal size.

It wasn't normal for time travelers to show up there, so things like this didn't happen often. Within these chapters I'm just trying to remember the highlights of the times I was shrunk there. There were also times when time travelers picked me up and took me into the future and I got swallowed and puked back up again, and I will try to relay those experiences in future chapters. I saw Leilla, several other times, but this time was very memorable.

To Be Continued!