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Scott

 I approached my trip to Los Angeles with some
trepidation; after  all, it would be the first time I'd been out
of the house in over a month.

 Of course, I could have stayed home, but I would
have missed  Sarah, and besides, it was probably more dangerous
staying home alone  than heading off to California.  Still, it
was going to be tricky, and  that alone made me nervous.

 Sarah suprised me with a little kiss that knocked me
right off my  feet.  She giggled, a lovely, tremendous sound.

 "SORRY," she smiled, offering me her pinky to pull
myself up with.

* * *

 A little background.

 My name is Scott Chelgren, formerly a student at the
University  of Minnesota.  I was just going along, minding my
own business, when one  day, out of the blue, I found myself
shrunk to the height of one inch  tall.  Worse yet, I found this
out just before being sat on by a lovely  high-school student,
who was taking a class up at the U.

 The student turned out to be Sarah Kensington, who
discovered me  after about a day of adventure.  She's seventeen,
in the summer between  her junior and senior years.  Ordinarily,
the age thing would bother me,  but it doesn't so much, since
she stands sixty-five inches taller than  me, and besides, I've
always been pretty immature.

 I've been staying with Sarah for the last couple
months; she  takes care of me, keeps me from getting killed
and/or getting found by  anyone else.  She's also the most
wonderful woman I've ever met, kind,  gentle, intelligent,
vivacious, and sexy.  I'm a very lucky man.  And to  think, I
just had to lose 98% of my height to find this out.

 * * *

 After a bad experience getting lost in Sarah's High
School, we  both decided that the best way to go was for me to
stay put.  Sarah would  feed me in the morning, and again at
night; I was really in no danger of  being found.  I hadn't even
had a close call.  But the entire Kensington  family was heading
to L.A. for vacation, and Sarah didn't think it wise  for me to
stay at home, all by myself, for a whole week.  "SCOTT, YOU'RE
GENERALLY PRETTY SAFE FOR SEVEN HOURS.  BUT SEVEN DAYS?  WHAT IF
YOU  FALL, WHAT IF A BEE GETS IN?"

 "I can take care of myself," I had said, knowing
damn well it was  a lie.  Fortunately, Sarah did too.

 "RIGHT, RIGHT.  YOU'RE GOING TO L.A., SCOTT."

 "And if I don't want to?"

 "DO YOU HAVE A CHOICE?"

 Of course I didn't.  If Sarah wanted to take me to
L.A., all she  had to do was pick me up and carry me.
Ordinarily, she wouldn't do that,  but she was concerned for my
safety, and I doubted that she'd let this  one go.  [NOTE:
Scott's right.  I wouldn't have.  SK]  "All right, I'll go.
Let's just hope Karen and Susi don't see me."

 So the day of the flight had come.  Sarah was
debating how best  to transport me.  "NOT IN MY PURSE--TOO MUCH
STUFF.  NOT IN MY POCKET,  THAT'S TOO TIGHT.  NOT IN MY TRAVEL
BAG, 'CAUSE KAREN AND SUSI ARE TAKING  STUFF IN THERE
TOO...DAMN, I SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS EARLIER!"

 "It's not your fault, dear, I should have too.  It's
too bad  you're not wearing a shirt with a pocket, I could go in
there."

 "WAIT...I'VE GOT AN IDEA!"

 With that, Sarah stripped off her baggy t-shirt and
put on a much  tighter crop-top.  "Well, if your idea was to
arouse me, that'll work."

 Sarah smiled.  "WELL, IT PROBABLY WILL HAVE THAT
EFFECT...HOP UP  INTO MY HAND."  I complied, not fully realizing
what she was planning.   In mere moments, I found myself being
stuffed down the front of her  shirt, and coming to rest on the
fabric between and beneath her breasts.

 "COMFY?" she asked, from above me.

 "I like the view," I deadpanned, stretching out.
This'd do  nicely, so long as we didn't hit any turbulence.  I
couldn't see out, but  that didn't bother me so much.

 "READ ABOUT IT IN A STORY ONCE.  'WORMHOLE?'  NO,
THAT'S NOT  IT...."

 "Still reading the giant sites?" I asked blithely.
Sarah had  discovered the internet recently, and found a small
but growing  repository of stories about folks in my
predicament.  Purportedly  fictional, but I was starting to
wonder.  Really, she didn't tell me  too much about them.  In
fact, she was scrupulous not to say much outside  of basic plot.
 And there were usually holes in the plots, where things  like,
say, a guy riding beneath his girlfriend's breasts were
mentioned.

 But here I am, blathering on.  Sarah simply
chuckled, and went  about her business.  Then, a flash of memory.

 "'LOOPHOLE!'  THAT WAS IT.  NOT A BAD STORY.  OH,
'TASGENI' MIGHT   HAVE BEEN BETTER, BUT--" she stopped,
listening something, then called back,  "OKAY MOM, I'M COMING!"

 Then, to me: "SCOTT, I'M HEADING OUT TO THE CAR. WE
PROBABLY WON'T BE  ABLE TO TALK AGAIN UNTIL L.A.  I LOVE YOU."

 "I love you too, Sarah."

 * * *

Sarah

 Those of you that came in late may be wondering what
I see in a one   inch tall man.

 After all, he's not big or strong enough to stave
off wild  dingoes, or what ever it is that cavemen staved off;
he's dark and  hansome, but not particularly tall; and of
course, since he's not big,  he's, um, not big.

 And all of this is true, undeniably.  And I'm not
saying it  wouldn't be nice to meet Scott at his full size, too.
 Once in a while.

 But you just don't understand how powerfull you can
feel with a  full-grown man sitting in the palm of your hand.

 It's absolute power.  The power goddesses feel.

 It's a big turn-on.

 I left for Los Angeles with Scott safeguarded
between my two  breasts.  It was nice to feel him there, moving
ever-so-slightly,  tickling me just a little bit.  And it was
one place I was sure nobody in  my family would accidentally
look.

 I suppose I should introduce you to my family in a
little more  depth than Scott has.  (It's not his fault--poor
dear spends most of his  time avoiding them--this makes it hard
to develop lasting relationships).

 My mother, Karen Kensington, is 43.  She's a
dentist.  Does a  good job, I think.  She's got a good practice,
anyhow.  I got my dark  eyes from her, for which I'm eternally
grateful (Scott says pretty eyes  are more important that a
pretty figure--fortunately, he followed it by  commenting on how
I had both.  Don't know if he's right, but I appreciate  him
saying so.)  My dad is Mike Kensington, an Advertising
Copyrighter.   I've got two sisters, Karen (14) and Susi (7).
Karen is very quiet, but  very pretty for a Freshman, and I have
a feeling she's going to find more  than a few guys interested
in her when she enters high school in the  fall.  Susi is going
into second grade in the fall (my baby sister!  I'm  getting
old!) and is a holy terror.  I think I could almost trust Karen
to watch after Scott (although I wouldn't trust her
entirely...all right,  I'll admit it, I'm jealous), but I would
fear for his life if Susi ever  got a hold of him.

 Me?  Oh, you know me.  I'm a senior at Apple Valley
High School  (go Eagles).  Don't go there much, though, since
I'm PSEO--Post Secondary  Enrollment Option.  That means I go to
the U of M full time, and only  stop by High School once in a
while (I mean, I will be in the fall.  Last  year I split my
time).  It's nice--I'll be out of school by the time I'm  20.

 Anyhow, with that business accomplished, back to the
story.  We  boarded the plane without incident, and headed off
to L.A.

 It was an awesome feeling, taking off.  I mean, it
always  is--you're anxious to get going, you're feeling the
g-forces pushing you  back in your seat, and as you look out the
window, you see the ground  below receeding.  But this time, as
I was pushed back in my seat, I felt  ever-so gentle a pressure
against my sternum, and knew that I was  providing cushion for
Scott.

 I wondered if he was all right.

* * *

Scott

I was pinned to my true love's chest, feeling
unimaginable  pressure.  G-forces don't affect me as much as
they should--some  consequence of my magic transformation, I
guess--but they do affect me,  and for about ten minutes, I was
unable to lift my arms and legs.  I'm  suprised I didn't pass
out.

 Finally, we leveled out, and I dropped.

 Dropped even though Sarah was wearing a very tight
crop top,  dropped right out the bottom of it, past her belly
button, and on to her  lap.

 I landed on Sarah's right leg.  I wasn't panicked,
but I was very  aware that I should hide--I could see Susi on
Sarah's left, and Karen on  Sarah's right.  I didn't want either
to see me.

 Quickly, I dove in under Sarah's skirt.  I hoped she
felt me down  there, and I hoped she would be careful.

* * *

Sarah

 It took all my willpower not to yelp when I felt
Scott hit my  leg.  So quickly did he drop that I was sure he
was injured.

 I glanced down quickly, fearful at what I might see.
 Happily, I  saw him glance both ways, and dive under my skirt.
He couldn't be too hurt.

 The seat belt sign was off.  I decided that this
would be a good  time to use the restroom.

* * *

Scott

 We were off.

 Thankfully, I had anticipated this, and grabbed on
to Sarah's  panties.  We made it to the restroom all right, and
when we got there,  Sarah quickly grabbed me, and checked me
over.

 "ARE YOU OKAY?" she asked, concern all over her face.

 "Just fine, thanks," I said, smiling.

 "I'M SORRY, I THOUGHT THIS WOULD WORK, BUT I SCREWED
UP.  I--"

 "Screwed up, nothing!  I'm fine!  Don't worry about
it!  I'll  just have to hang on tighter next time."

 "Well, I'm going to have to find you a new hiding
place."  Sarah  frowned, slightly--she was thinking.  Then,
suddenly, her eyes went wide,  and she slowly exhaled.  A slight
smile slowly worked its way onto her  face.  "Scott...would you
like to join the Mile-High club?":

* * *

Sarah
 

I don't know what came over me.  But it seemed like a
good idea  at the time.

 I should be clear that this was not our first time.
We had taken  the final step a few weeks before (on my
insistance--Scott was a little  afraid.  Well, I guess if I were
one inch tall, and Scott were his full  hight, I'd be a bit
nervous myself).

 At any rate, I enjoyed the feeling of Scott inside
of me--and  really, as long as I was careful, he was safe.
Safer, indeed, than  between my breasts.

 I watched my little lover.  He was astonished, I
think, but then  he smiled.  "I'd love to!" he shouted.  Without
a word, I pulled my  panties down, and placed him inside of me.

 * * *

Scott

 Sarah was getting more forward.  And I was thankful.

 She placed me gently but firmly inside of her.  It
was an  exquisite feeling.  I slid easily into her--she was
already a little  wet.  I could feel her blood pumping around
me.

 I began moving around as she began moving.  I had a
feeling she  would head back to her seat--she could only be gon
a little while without  arousing suspicion.  But that didn't
mean that I should simply lay there  passively.  So I turned
myself around, and began to caress her labia.   Working my way
up, I felt her tremble slightly.  I was having an effect.

 I felt her sit down.  I would have to be gentle.  It
wouldn't do  to have her shouting out loud.  I was able to work
my way up to her  clitoris, and began massaging it.

   * * *

Sarah

 I sat down between my two sisters with a warm,
bubbly feeling  rising slowly from deep within.  I was glad that
Scott was serious about  his duties--the flight to LA could've
been really boring.

 Still, I was on my guard.  I couldn't show any signs
of arousal,  and that was hard, because I was aroused.

 It got tougher when Scott started working on my
clit.  He had a  way of rubbing me in just the right places.
(Maybe all men should be  shrunk down to an inch, the better to
understand the female anatomy).   The bubbles started to grow
larger, and the warmth began to grow hotter.

 I bit my lower lip.

* * *

Scott

 The trembles were now quakes.  One thing about being
one inch  tall--you know when you're having an impact.

 I kept it up, switching speeds, faster, slower.  I
hoped Sarah  was enjoying herself.  I sure was.

 Suddenly, it hit me.  The liquid cacaded around
me--not  overpowerful, but certainly strong.  It was a small
orgasm--she must've  been holding back.  Still, it was terriffic
from my perspective.

 This was going to be a good vacation after all.

* * *

Sarah

 I don't think anyone else noticed, but I was digging
my nails  into the armrests, and biting so hard on my lower lip
that I drew a tiny  bit of blood.  Scott had rung my bell, all
right, and it was all I  could do to keep from shouting.

 The rest of the trip was relatively quiet.  Oh,
Scott punched my  buttons a couple more times, but nothing else
happened.  When we finally  touched down, I knew two things.
First, Scott was a horny little devil.   (This was good--I was,
too.)  Second, when we got to the hotel, I needed to  change my
underwear.

 The hotel was the Saga Inn, right across the street
from  Disneyland, in Anaheim.  A long drive from LAX, but oh
well.  I went  straight to the bathroom, and removed my panties.

 Scott was a mess, coated from head to toe in my
juices.  He  seemed happy, though.  "We need to do that more
often!" he called,  beaming.  I agreed--though I was passing
exhaused.

 "We're going out to dinner now--I think I should
leave you here.   You'll be safe enough for a few hours."

 "True, just bring me back something to eat!  I'm
starving!"

 "Okay, little love.  You've earned it."

 * * *

Scott

 She washed me off, and put me in the drawer by the
bed.  Susi and  Karen were putting things away, and didn't
notice.  Presently, there was  a knock on the door, and the
Kensington family left for dinner.  Sarah  dropped the phone
cord into the drawer and left it open a crack, in case  I had to
leave.  She blew me a kiss, and walked away.

 I laid down and sighed.  We'd been in L.A. two
hours, and I was  already exhausted.

 This was going to be a long week.

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