“Rick.”

        Rick groaned and turned his head the other way so that it now rested on his right
cheek on crossed arms.

        “Rick.”

        Not now. I need sleep. Rick had had a hard day. Maybe it hadn’t been physically stressing, other than the long walk and then the long climb down a giantess’s bed which had both been physically demanding, but it had also been mentally stressful to Rick. It wasn’t every day that one wakes up to find themselves in another world full of mythical creatures, then find one of those mythical creatures which ends up being a giantess standing tall at the two-hundred foot mark, only to find out that there might not be a way back home and that he may never see any of his family and friends ever again.

        The only plus side of that day was that he came across a gentle giantess that treated him as an equal and not some pet, slave, toy,  or an object she now owned. Because being a giantess/giant fan, he had read many stories, seen many pictures, drawings, and movies, were the giant/giantess was all but friendly and kind. He knew what beings of such immense height were capable of doing, and though he fantasized about some of those “fetishes”, being able to play them out in real life opposed to dreaming it up were two different things. Because no one wants to really die for a
fetish. At least in dreams, you can wake up and be alive again.

        Thinking about how Aria was around, only made him the more grateful. She could have done so many terrible things to him, yet she chose not to use all that power she had to harm him or control him in any way. All she was kind, gentle, generous, and
understanding around him. Rick could not ask for a better giantess to be around. No, he couldn’t ask for a better person to be around. Especially since it seemed as though the giants of this realm were usually the opposite of Aria and probably more like the evil giants and giantess he read about.

        “Rick.”

        Rick still didn’t wish to wake up just yet. Sure, waking up to a lovely giantess would be a great and comforting sight to behold, but for now, he just wanted to stay in bed and he reminded himself of the comfort Aria gave him when she hugged him the other day. The two surfaces of soft and warm skin he had been
against, the minuscule indentation he must have made when he was pressed slightly deeper into the skin of her stomach, all the depression and darkness that faded away due to the warmth that radiated from her comfort. He just wanted to remember it all as he continued to lie in-

        Wait a minute! I’m not sleeping in a bed! Rick couldn’t believe he didn’t notice it before. His head, arms, and chest were lying horizontally like it should, but the rest of his body was in a sitting position. His arms were crossed with his head lying on them, and they were lying on a hard, wooden-like surface. What the hell?

        “Rick!”

        And that voice, it wasn’t female. It wasn’t Aria’s voice. Great, where the hell am I now? Did another damn portal teleport me another world? What am I going to wake up to next? Damn, if it’s Felarya, then I’m screwed.

        A hand touched Rick’s shoulder and began to shake him as the voice demanded, “Rick, wake up!”

        Wait, I know that voice. Was I really that groggy to not realize it sooner?

        Rick opened his eyes and lifted his head from off his arms and the hand on his
shoulder pulled away. Standing beside him, in front of his field of vision, was Rick’s best and closest friend, Jack.

        What the hell? Did he get sucked into this different world as well? But him and Jack couldn’t have been in the giant world, because Jack would be freaking out and would not be this calm. Unlike Rick, he didn’t have a giantess fetish. Hell, even though Jack was Rick’s closest friend, Rick hadn’t even told him about his giantess fetish.

        “Wha-?” Rick asked as he turned his head around the room. The surrounding area was no longer Aria’s giant world. There were no giant furniture, no giant one room
cabin, he was no longer in a miniature bed made for giants’ toys, and there was no giant bed beside him with a giantess slumbering in said bed.  No, none of that was there. Instead, he was in a classroom, made for humans. He was in an actually KCC classroom. His economics classroom, with the large room filled with long white tables that fit up to four people, white walls with a whiteboard and a projector screen in the front room, with no windows. His classmates and his teacher seemed to have
already cleared the room. All that was left was him, Jack, and another friend of his Brandon.

        “Man, you passed out in class, Rick. We didn’t think we’d ever wake you up,” Brandon commented, patting Rick on the back.

        “I fell asleep?” Rick asked.

        “Yeah, who wouldn’t with that drab economic presentation?” Jack added.  “I’ve  had troubles staying awake through those things.”

        “I’m the pass out king when it comes to falling asleep in this lame class. I don’t know why I fucking took it,” Brandon added.

        “But, I’ve never fallen asleep in class before. I don’t understand how I could have
fallen asleep,” Rick said.

        “You been partying, Rick? That gets me all the time.” Brandon punched Rick’s shoulder lightly.

        “Brandon, you know I don’t do that sort of thing. You know how damn reclusive I am.”

        “Yeah, I’m just messin’ with yuh.”

        “I just don’t understand how I fell asleep.”

        “I’ve seen many of our classmates pass out at least once in this class. Don’t feel bad about it, Rick. It’s not your fault. It’s the class,” Jack assured his friend.

        Rick just shook her head and stood up. “Let’s just get out of here.”

        Rick slung has backpack over his shoulders and walked out of the classroom with his friends on either side of him. They began walking down the hallway, which would lead a stairwell so that they could walk down to the first floor and out the front doors of the facility to the parking lots. As they walked down the hall, Rick’s friends soon began to talk about the normal stuff: movies, games, TV shows, and more of the usual same old. But Rick couldn’t bring himself to get in on the conversation. All he could think about was what happened to him while he was with Aria. Could that have all been a dream? Rick just couldn’t wrap his mind around it. It had just felt so real. It was not like any dream he had ever had. Oddly, he found himself missing Aria and the world he originally felt trapped in, and it wasn’t because she was a giantess he always dreamed of being with. No, it was something else. Could it be that-

        “Rick, is something wrong? You seem distant,” Jack noted.

        “Sorry, I was just thinking about a dream that I had. I’m having troubles believing it really didn’t happen. It just felt so real.” Rick looked around and by this time, he realized that they were already at the stairwell and they began to walk down to the first floor. They were on the third.

        “What happened?” Brandon asked.

        “In the dream?”

        “No, what happened in your bedroom last night. Of course what happened in the dream.”

        “This is strange, because I told you it seemed so real, but what happened in it is very unbelievable. I just got out of class, never fell asleep. I drove home and nothing unusual happened. Lauren came home and Mom was working late. We fell asleep and when I wake up the next morning, I find myself in the middle a forest.”

        “In a forest?” Jack asked before the three of them looked both ways and crossed the street to get to the first parking lot. There were six parking lots in total, three on either side of one of the roads. On this one half of the six parking lots, their cars were all in the farthest parking lot. Their reasoning, they always got to class early enough, and if you got to class early enough, why park in the front, where everyone’s in a hurry to find a spot? There were far more accidents in the front parking lots. College kids were just crazy drivers, a fact that applies to the majority.

        “Yeah, I woke up in a forest and had no idea what was going on. Turns out, I found myself in another world or another dimension and a random portal took me there. Turns out, this other world was medieval and had a separate country where giants lives, giants that were about two hundred feet tall.”

        “Godzilla people!” Brandon interrupted.

        “Close, I think Godzilla is actually three hundred feet tall, but that’s not important. I come across a woman around my age, but she’s one of these giants. She finds me unconscious and takes me to her home.”

        “What did she do?” Jack wondered.

        “Well, I woke up in her giant bed at first and she was nowhere around. I thought that I had to get away, before a giant came in the house, because I was afraid of what a giant could do to me. I was able to climb down and crawl out from under the door. Turns out, this giantess was outside, showering under a waterfall.”

        “She was naked?” Brandon questioned.

        “Yes.”

        “Was she hot?”

        “Does it matter? Just let him finish the story,” Jack demanded.

        “She then saw me,” Rick informed.

        “Awe shit,” Brandon commented.

        “I thought she was going to kill me, but she didn’t. She was a very lonely giantess, outcast by her own kind, because of her love for humans. Because she treats humans as equals. She was a gentle giantess around me and never did anything to harm me. I spent time with her, she feed me, made a bed for me from her doll beds, and when I fell asleep, I suddenly woke up here.”

        “Weird dream.”

        “Yeah, but it felt so real.”

        The three young men reached their final destination at the back off the parking lot, where there was enough empty space in the morning for all three of their cars to be parked next to each other. Rick looked upon his familiar Hyundai Santa Fe and touched the hood of the smooth red surface. He rubbed his hand along the hood and over the right side where his hand dipped into the dent. He crashed the side of the car into the edge of the garage by turning the car too soon as he tried to back out of it. Rick shook his head and sighed. When was the last time he saw the car? Only a couple of hours ago? It felt like it had been more than an entire day since he had stolen a glance at the vehicle.

        “Rick, is something wrong?”

        Jack’s voice snapped Rick back into the present. Rick looked up to the left of his car. Among the three cars, he was parked on the furthest to the right this time making both Jack and Brandon to the left. “Wha-?” It was all Rick was able to say as he looked up.

        “Dude, you’re acting weird all the sudden,” Brandon added as he was standing, half leaning out of the open door of his driver seat with his left leg in the car, his left arm on the roof and the rest of his body leaning out. “I mean, even fuckin’ weirder than usual.”

        “I’m sorry. It’s just that ever since I woke up, I’ve been out of it,” Rick explained.

        “Well, if that dream you had is like all your other dreams, then you have some weird ass dreams.”

        “Brandon!” Jack snapped.

        “What? It’s that bizarre dream that put him in this zoned out state.”

        “It’s not the unusual dream’s bizarreness that’s the cause,” Rick said.

        “So, you don’t normally have dreams like that?”

        “What?”

        “You called the dream unusual.”

        “Brandon, what the hell does that have to do with anything? What does it matter if it’s a usual dream or not?” Jack asked.

        “Damn, Jack, I’m just asking questions is all.”

        “And the answer is no. I don’t normally have dreams like that.” But of course, Rick told a lie. Because of his… likes… thoughts and dreams about giant beings gathered and took refuge in his subconscious. Not only would they control him during his sleeping hours, but there were times when the strong giant dreams force him into a daydream. Luckily, this happens when he does some mundane task. They came every night since Rick’s desires came to be realized and he knew that their presence in his mind would continue to stay for the rest of his life. These dreams varied incredibly. He shrunk in many different places: the beach, the mall, the park, at a friend’s house, the house of a girlfriend that didn’t exist, and even in the comfort of his own home. (Of course, there were even more stereotypical places Rick shrunk in his dreams, but why list all of them?)  He witnessed random, planned, and accidental growths of friends, family, strangers, nonexistent characters, himself, and even animals (some of them, humans and animals alike, turned into “furries” or “Scalies”). Apparently, it didn’t matter what the gender or species the giant was. That’s how much those macro/micro fetishes got to him.

        Though in his mind, he believed he told a partial lie. Yes, Rick had multiple giant dreams, but none had felt so real. He swore that he really was there and that it was not a dream at all. And, that hug, the one that pulled him out of such a hopeless state, how could that not have been real?

        That moment in time emerged back into his mind and it endowed all those feelings back to his present senses. When he was in such a depressed state, he took little notice to being picked up, but now, he felt as though Aria was there right now picking up his tiny frame. Fingers nearly as thick as his entire torso pressed themselves against his sides, and despite all that strength those two fingers possessed compared to his entire body, they did not once press too tightly. It was the right amount of firmness without applying any discomfort, a great feat for something that could crush him without breaking a single bead of sweat. To her, it had to have been like she wasn’t carrying anything at all, let alone a tiny living person.

        Rick’s sock covered feet ascended from the vast wooden floor of the tabletop he was on. It should have been frightening to be lifted away from the solid ground, like rising up to the top of a thrill ride. The only difference was that Rick wasn’t in some seat with a harness. There was no machine to keep him from falling. Instead, two giant fingers held him afloat, two digits from a living being with only her will stopping her from parting those fingers a little more and letting Rick plummet to the hard wood far below. Even with both of his arms draped atop those colossal digits, his arms wouldn’t be long enough to keep from falling, if they parted to their full extent. He was completely at her mercy.

        Rick floated upward gently. His stomach did not drop and the sense of vertigo was not an issue. Aria lifted him slowly and clearly took into account the size difference between them. But to know the right speed that would keep him from getting the least bit dizzy, it was like she had the time and practice to perfect the art of handling a human.

        Before he could ponder any longer about how such a gigantic being could place such gentleness in her movements and in her grip when he was only close to two inches tall compared to her, a new sensation overwhelmed his body. Aria placed Rick against her naked stomach. Like the warmth that radiated from the giantess’s skin and sweep away Rick’s depression, the comfort erased all thoughts in his mind entrancing him into a tranquil state. Overwhelmed by the consolation this two-hundred foot tall giantess offered to him, Rick nestled against comfy flesh of her belly flesh. It was like nothing he had ever laid upon. For years, he dreamed about such an experience, to lay on a body part of a giantess, to have the very ground to be a living, breathing creature. But everything he imagined could not prepare him for the actual experience. What was there to compare it to? He laid on a giant stomach. Her vast, smooth skin lined with soft peach fuzz which would probably be naked to a giant’s eye formed the perfect bed. The warm that came from her skin and the gentle rise and falls of her stomach as she breathed would relax him even in the most stressful of days. Rick was in paradise.

        Aria pressed a little firmer, but his tiny body barely left an indentation in her skin. Was he even there? Could see even feel him? Whatever the case, it was clear that she knew he was there. She gave him every ounce of her attention. Every movement, every word, every thought, and every caress was focused on consoling Rick in his darkest hour. She was an angel, no, a tender and merciful goddess attending to a mere mortal who was unworthy to be in her presence. Yet with every stroke of that finger, Rick felt like he found a place he belonged and…

        “Rick!” someone yelled.

        “What, what’s wrong?” Rick shook his head as the images faded. “What happened?”

        “You went back into that lala land trance again,” Brandon said.

        “Yeah, you looked you told us you never had a dream like the one you had in the middle of class and it looked like you were going to say something more, but you suddenly stopped and started staring out into space,” Jack added.

        “I- I did? Sorry, it’s just that, well, I reminded myself something that happened in the dream and, well, it just felt so real. It was more like living through a memory instead of remembering a dream.”

        “That crazy dream seemed real to you?” Bradon asked still leaning on his car with the door open.

        “I know it sounds insane, but it was so real!” Rick bowed his head and rubbed his eyes with one hand. “I don’t even remember falling asleep in class and.”

        “And what?” Jack interrupted Rick’s long pause.

        “Well come to think of it, the last time I remember falling asleep was in this supposed dream. For all I know that supposed dream could have been real and what’s happening now is a dream.”

        “Wait, just wait a moment,” Brandon said. He held up his hands and looked like he was on the verge of laughter. “You believe that dream is more real than this?”

        “And falling asleep in class and dreaming two days in the span of an hour is more logical when I don’t even remember falling asleep in class at all? It seems more likely that I did make it home and fell asleep and all of this is a dream and I’m still at home sleeping waiting for morning.”

        Jack placed his hand on Rick’s shoulder. “Are you going to be alright, Rick? Do you need me to give you a ride?”

        Rick shook his head. “No, I’m fine. I can drive. I-I just need to go home and relax.”

        “Thank God it’s the weekend,” Brandon stated before sitting down in is car and closing the door. He started his car, rolled down the window due to his broken AC. “Later.”

        Jack and Rick waved their farewells as Brandon zoomed out of the parking lot. Jack shook his head. “I don’t know why he’s in such a hurry. He’ll still have to wait just to get out of this place. The cars are still lined up at the stop sign,” he pointed out.

        “Yeah, no matter how fast he takes off or how much sooner he leaves before us, we catch up with him at one of the stoplights,” Rick replied.

        “Usually it’s the first second stop light.”

        “There must be something wrong with that thing. It’s red all the time! Someone needs to take a look at that thing.”

        Jack laughed and nodded in agreement. “That’s for sure.” He walked over to his car, but as he opened his door, he turned to Rick and he asked with the same amount of concern as before, “Are you sure you’re gonna be alright?”

        “For the last time, yes, I’ll be fine, sheesh. I just need some time to think about something else, is all.”

        “Just making sure, buddy.” Jack sat in his car and shut the door.

        Before Rick could get in his Santa Fe, Jack left the parking lot. He put his keys in the ignition and sighed. Now he had the daunting task of getting his head straight. “Damn, how do I stop thinking about her when my mind won’t allow me to think about anything else, not even the smallest of distractions?” he muttered before turning the keys. Maybe I just need to get home and relax. It’s a Friday, after all. I have the whole weekend to think of things to distract me. I just need some videogames and
television. That’ll cure me.

        As soon as the car started, something unexpected bellowed out of his stereo. “Pa-poker face pa-pa-poker face!” escaped from the radio.

         “What the fuck!? Why is this crap coming from my radio?” Rick looked down at the radio. He needed to deal with this before he could put the SUV in drive. He was not going to listen to that shit all the way home. Damn, did my sister mess with my station.

         Rick’s confusion only increased when he saw the screen displaying the four numbers they always showed, but those numbers were supposed to represent his Alternative station, Q101. What the hell are they thinking playing THAT on their channel? Where’s the good music?

        Luckily, the song ended soon and relieved Rick of the annoying sounds clawing their way into his ears. The DJ announced the name of the radio station as well as introduced the next song which was just as bad, if not worse, than the last
thing that claimed to be a song. 101.1 was no longer the same radio station. Instead, just another pop station took that channel over. As if there aren’t enough of them already. This sucks! Rick slapped the top of the steering wheel and groaned. He knew of no other radio station that played his music. Why can’t they just leave us with one good station? Pop music is just a fucking plague infecting the radio waves. Damn!

        He sighed, shook his head, and slumped his shoulders in defeat.  Rick could’ve scoured through every single channel in hope to find one new rock or alternative station, but how long would that tedious task take? There was no guarantee he’d find one. Instead, he opted to push the CD button and put his Santa Fe into gear. He always had a cd inside the player in case of the times when all he got was static. Thank God for CDs! He didn’t remember what cd was in the player, but he didn’t care. Anything would be better than the crap on the radio.

        The anger within him caused by the loss of his radio station disappeared when the cd started mid-song. His face grew pale when he heard the first words that escaped the speakers.

Was it a dream?

Was it a dream?

Is this the only evidence that prove it

A photograph of you and I?

        His anger no longer distracted him from the dream he had. This gave his mind the opportunity to dwell upon his thoughts on the dream that felt so real as well as revive his memories of Aria. For the entire trip back home, Rick could not stop thinking about this. He could not stop thinking about Aria.

        Rick pulled into his familiar driveway and into the garage. Despite the wild thoughts swarming through his head, his body seemed to run on autopilot. It continued the same old routine he was used to before he fell into some random portal to a fantastical realm with giants and mythical creatures and—sorry, scratch that—before he dreamt about all that stuff in class. Hell, he didn’t
even remember walking to the mailbox and grabbing the mail, but there he was, standing in front of the mailbox with the mail in his hand. Rick closed the mailbox and looked at his home. He stared at it for quite some time while contemplating his dream. To think that he truly believed he would never see the house that stood before him again. When he sat on Aria’s table grieving over never seeing his family, friends, or home ever again, he accepted being trapped in the giant world. At least he had been with a perfectly beautiful, gentle giantess.

        Rick’s eyes fixated on the old home which used to be his grandparents’ house, but he didn’t know how he should feel. Shouldn’t I be happy that I’m back home? I mean, this means that I’m no longer in another world in which there is absolutely no way of returning home. It was the perfect world for me, my dream
world. Sure it was definitely a dangerous place to live, but it was a realm of fantasy and I meet the giantess of my dreams. But to never see loved ones every again. No, it was just a dream. A dream and nothing else. I just need to forget about it and go about my normal life.

        Rick walked halfway across the driveway still clutching the mail, but he stopped when the ground beneath him trembled ever so slightly. Now, these trembles didn’t come close in comparison to the tremors the two-hundred foot tall giantess he met in his dreams, Aria, created with each footstep, but they were still strong enough to not go unnoticed. He listened for music, because sometimes concerts from Parry Farm, the rock band across the street, or loud stereo systems with the bass turned up all the way erupting from cars are all logical reasons for the sensation under his shoe. There was only one problem with the theory: Rick heard nothing in the air. No one was playing music.

        So, it’s not music, but it can’t be an earthquake either. Who ever heard of an earthquake in Illinois? Rick couched down and placed his hand on the concrete driveway. Besides, it doesn’t feel constant like an earthquake. Each vibration was segmented by a brief pause. After every single vibration, the next vibration grew stronger. It’s almost as if. No, no, it can’t be. It just can’t-

         A deep and terrifying bark interrupted Rick’s thoughts. But the bark made no sense. It sounded like it came from a huge dog, but there were no large dogs on his dead end street. The only ones he knew of were three Shih Tzu’s that lived in one of his neighbor’s house and a Chihuahua that lived in his other neighbor’s house. A bad feeling rooted itself in the pit of Rick’s stomach and he didn’t want to look up and see the owner of the bark.

        Despite the fear, Rick turned in the direction of the bark only to behold an outlandish sight. The front yard stretched out a great distance like one of the vast emptiness of the plains and fields he was used to seeing outside of his Illinois town. In fact, with just a quick glance, Rick could see that every house’s yard, back and front yards, were vast fields. He could barely see some of the houses in the distance. But all the houses were the same size, and so were all the plants. The only difference was the space used for the yards. Well, there was one more thing. The fences suddenly grew to enormous size. His neighbor’s back yard fence looked like it could hold back King Kong. What the hell were they keeping in or out? Dinosaurs?

         But these odd and sudden growths in the expanse of the yards and the height in the fences only kept Rick’s attention for a brief moment, because there was something else that quickly grabbed it. This of course was the owner of the deep bark that
rattled his bones. In one of his neighbor’s front yards, Rick saw a Chihuahua, but it wasn’t the Chihuahua he remembered. Instead, a monstrous version of the Chihuahua replaced the neighbor’s petite dog. The new dog’s size easily dwarfed an elephant! He judged that the Chihuahua would actually double the size of an
elephant! To make things worse, this massive beast wasn’t only the owner of the terrible bark, but it was also the cause of the trembling beneath Rick as it charged at him with tremendous speed.

        “No fucking way,” Rick muttered, frozen in fright. Another bark erupted from the beast, but it no longer sounded like a bark. It was more like a roar. He couldn’t decide whether it was fear causing his whole body to shake of if the sound waves from the creature’s roar rattled his very core. All he knew was that the giant was drawing closer and getting bigger with each step and every moment he stood still wasted the time he could use to escape, but fear still gripped him and held him in place. The Chihuahua barked in rapid sessions and Rick starred with widened eyes at the large teeth of the canine which left him wondering what the hell the gigantic dog would do to him once it reached him. He never knew the dog to bite people or attack, but that was when it was no bigger than his knee. There was no telling what the animal could do now that it was bigger than a house!

         Rick did not want to find out. From his kneeling position, he pushed off the driveway and sprinted to the open garage. The shaking ground grew stronger and the roars of the beast grew louder. Rick as fast as he could and pushed himself harder than he ever had before. His life depended on it. He forced himself not
look behind to see how close the giant dog was, because he feared if he did, he’d be frozen in fear again and the monster would surely catch up with him. Instead, Rick pushed through the garage and ran for the door that would lead him into his home. He didn’t bother grabbing his back pack which was still in the car already in the garage, and when he collided with the recycling bin and dropped the mail in his hands, he didn’t bother to pick it back up. All that mattered was reaching the door and grabbing that knob.

         Rick grasped the door knob and glanced back at the garage’s entrance. A giant muzzle blocked his view from the outside and luckily that was all that could fit through the entrance. The muzzle jostled back and forth, trying to fit more of itself in the tiny space, but it was no use. The Chihuahua was too big to fit
inside and it could not reach Rick. The animal huffed, sending a gust of hot dog breath at Rick making him gag. The giant beast whimpered, but Rick imaged that it wasn’t a sad whimper but more like a dog trying desperately to reach a chewy toy that’s just out of reach. No longer wanting to be in the garage with the giant muzzle, Rick turned the knob and back up as he opened the door that would lead him into the living room.

        Rick’s eyes fixated on the persistent whimpering muzzle as he backed into his home. His foot reached back, expecting even ground only to find a depression causing him to loose balance and fall backwards. His spine hit the hard tiled floor first and the back of his head smashed onto the ground closely afterwards. He
shut his eyes tightly, groaning from the pain. Staying flat on the ground, he tried to make sense of all that happened, but it was quite difficult to do so with a throbbing head and a brain still rattling in his skull. But through the pain, he was still able to tell that there were things very wrong even in his home.

        For one, he didn’t understand what he could have tripped on. There shouldn’t have been any depressions in the floor, except for the tiny crevices between each tile. There were two mats on the small tiled section of the house. The longest one covered most of that section and was for whipping one’s shoes while the other mat provided a space to put one’s shoes because no one was allowed to walk on the carpeting with shoes. If he would have tripped on the mat, things would have made sense, but what he tripped on was clearly not a mat.

        Secondly, when he fell, he should’ve hit his head on the wooden stand close by that held a lamp and various family photos. The tiled section was not a very large area. He should have hit some furniture! But strangely, that didn’t happen.

        But what worried Rick the most was that he felt no rug underneath him, only hard tile. Was his fall so violent that it pushed the mats away? Maybe it could make sense if he persistently tried to convince himself, but what he couldn’t
understand at all was the lack of feeling individual tiles. There were no crevices beneath him! It was as if he was lying on one massive tile. Rick slowly stretched both arms on either side, but no matter how far or what direction he reached he found no tiles. Fed up with the crazy occurrences and being a lot less groggy from the fall, Rick finally opened his eyes. 

        Rick saw the white ceiling that always covered his home. However, it now hung
twenty-five stories above him. The door that led to the garage which was now somehow closed was just as enormous. It spread out higher than any building he had ever seen in his small town, maybe even bigger than some of the buildings in Chicago. The front door to his left was just as massive. While still sitting on the single tile, Rick twisted around a bit and looked behind. There he saw both mats, the furthest one with a pair of gigantic sneakers. Beyond that, he could see some of the living room. It was hard to believe. From his new perspective, the room looked so alien. It was so colossal that he had to move his head back and forth to take the whole thing in. Just the white wall at the
other end of the room was over three hundred yards. Rick estimated that he was about two inches tall and though he had seen his home this gigantic before from shrinking dreams, seeing the real thing was a lot scarier.

        He turned around and stood up, but it only made a minuscule difference in making himself seem taller. The furniture around him was just too big to come close to their
size. Rick placed both hands on his face and sighed. He rubbed his hands down his face till the cupped over his mouth and nose and his pointer fingers connected with the corners of his eyes by the ridge of his nose. Closing his eyes and hoping all of this was just a twisted nightmare, he tried to clear his racing mind.

        He opened his eyes, but everything was still exactly the same as they were before. He lifted his hands away from his face and scanned the area. Luckily, there was no sign of anything living, but then again, was that a good or bad thing? Well, no bugs or other animals is a good thing, because they’d probably eat me. No, they would eat me. Rick knew he wouldn’t have a chance against an insect in at this size. Without a weapon, he had nothing while insects were designed to eat and fight each other with their exoskeletons as armor and their pinchers and teeth as their daggers.  But what he didn’t know was whether seeing no human in the room was a good or a bad thing.

        His eyes focused back on the sneakers and he realized whose they were. They shouldn’t have been there at all. They should have been attached to their owner who should have still been in school, because he should have been the first one home. What is Candice doing here? Rick could only stare in awe at what used to be a size seven in woman’s footwear, but now it appeared as though it could stretch across the width of a two lane road  its length.

        He wasn’t sure if he wanted to see his sister as a giant, let alone try to get her attention. But what was he going to do? At about two inches tall, he needed all the help he could get. There was no way he would be able to survive on his own. I need to find her and get her attention. But how the hell am I going to do that. Surely, it would be an easy task. He was merely a few inches tall; she wasn’t just going to see him on the ground. Rick read many giant/giantess stories and he couldn’t count how many times shrunken people in those stories died a miserable, unnoticed death from an unaware giant. He didn’t want to be squished by the giant foot of his younger sister, a person he took care of and protected when he parents were away. But to be flattened by that very person just sounded so wrong, and how would she feel if she ever found out, if she found out that is.

        Despite the danger, Rick knew he had no other options. He had to get Candice’s help. He just hoped that she wouldn’t think he was a bug. If she did, he knew exactly
what would happen. She’d shriek first, because she’d be so much larger than him he imagined the high-pitched scream stunning him. Then before he could recover, she’d run to the Kleenex box, grab a tissue, and then encompassing his body and squeezing the life at him. She would roll the tissue and his body up in a ball, breaking all his bones and destroying all his internal organs, and discarding it in the toilet before flushing it. His body would never be found.

        God, I hope she gets a good look at me before she squishes me.

        Rick looked towards the hallway and noticed the light coming from the kitchen entryway. She had to be in the kitchen. Rick hurried toward the edge of the tiled section and stepped up onto the grey carpeting. Glad it’s short carpet.

        And so, Rick began his long walk out of the living room. What would normally have taken him six steps to get into the hallway as well in front of the kitchen entrance, now looked like it was about one-hundred and seventy-five yards away (about 140 yards alone just to reach the hallway.) Suddenly, he began wondering what his encounter with his now giant little sister, or technically his normal sized sister while he was only two inches tall, would be like. That is, he wondered what a gentle encounter would be like since he no longer wanted to think about being squished by a bug. He already knew the encounter was going to be a little nerve-raking. Clearly no one could ever be completely relaxed, undisturbed, and without fear when meeting a one-hundred and seventy-five foot tall giantess for the first time, even if they were related. However, Rick believed it wouldn’t take too long for him to begin trusting Candice. The main reasons being: he had already encountered a much larger giantess, Aria, before (even if it was only a dream, though it felt very real) and as long as his sister didn’t think he was a bug, he knew she would be gentle to him. Yes, they were siblings, and yes, they’ve had their differences, but Candice was his sister. She would never truly harm him in a sinister way. She would be a good giantess, like Aria. Funny, Rick protected and looked after
her since she was born. Now it seems the roles would be reversed. A big brother being too small to protect himself and having to have his little sister care for him. Sounds like a touching giantess story.     

        Rick walked across the carpet at a normal pace. There was no use in running. It would just tire him out and what if he had to run out of the path of a falling foot. He would need all the energy to sprint out of the way. Besides, if Candice started walking away from him, no matter how much Rick ran, he would not be able to catch up to her giant strides. No, walking for no was a much better option. That was until he almost reached the hallway.

        For some reason, he felt like turning around and taking another look at the living room. He wished he hadn’t. In the distance, the largest centipede Rick had ever seen crawled out from the darkness under the living room sofa. Rick froze in place, as if the centipede were a T-Rex from Jurassic Park and it wouldn’t see him if he stood still. The long insect crawled around a bit before it stopped itself. Its antennae twitched around before it turned to face Rick. Rick gulped, but stayed absolutely still. The centipede darted across the carpet in his direction.

        Rick wasted no time. He turned back to the kitchen entrance which shone light through it onto the grey carpet in front of him and he ran as fast as his small legs would carry him, but when he was being chased by a huge insect with way too many legs, he knew this creature was going to catch up to him and no time flat. If it did, he’d have no way to defend himself. He could only hope that he would run into Candice, hope she doesn’t step on you without noticing, see the centipede and kill it, and then see Rick for who he really is and not a bug, because if she saw the centipede, she’d have to get close to it in order to squish it in a tissue giving her the chance to get a closer look at Rick in the process. Damn, Rick had a lot to hope for, and if any of that went wrong, he was dead.

        Desperation poured from his skin as he rushed for the lite up carpet. With his feet mere inches away from the light, Rick chanced a quick peek over his shoulder. The centipede made it to the hallway and was gaining far too much ground for him to keep this up. The toe of his right shoe kicked the ground as he surged it forward and it got caught on something. He saw the world around him tipped as his body fell to the floor. The collision with the ground forced the breath out of him and he paused, paused for far too long. He knew that the insect would be upon him quickly and that he didn’t have the time to get up. He buried his head in the carpeting and threw his hands over the back of his head, waiting for the monster to attack.

        Nothing happened.

        Rick waited some more.

        Nothing happened still.

        Rick placed his hand on the ground and turned his head. The centipede stood dead
still in the distance. Its antennae twitched fanatically. But that’s all Rick could judge from the insect’s actions. It had no face to signify its expressions. What is it waiting for?

        The world beneath him shook, the centipede darted away back to the dark depths of the couch and then Rick knew what was wrong from the giant creepy crawly. He snapped his head towards the kitchen. In the distance, two enormous bare feet converging on his location. They were all the way at the other end of the kitchen but those long strides could not be matched. It would only take seconds for them to arrive and stomp on him, even with the table and chairs in the way of them. Despite that feet and ankles encompassing most of his field of vision from so far away, they were still becoming larger with every foot fall.

        Rick didn’t look up to take in the rest of his sister’s massive form. If he wanted to live, he didn’t have the time, and he did want to stall alive. He positioned his hands in a push-up thrust himself on to his feet, but the tremors from his little sister’s footsteps threatened to throw Rick back down to the ground. He spread his arms out to the side and shifted his feet to keep his balance. He could not afford to fall down. The grey carpet beneath him darkened and expanded in a recognizable shape. He didn’t need to look up to know what was hovering above him. Looking up would only waste time, giving the object the time to crash down onto him and end his life. He surged forward to reach the
edge of the shadow, but he feared that he didn’t have enough time when he heard the heel of the giant foot land beside him. He dove for the edge of the shadow and curled in a ball as soon as his body hit the ground. The rest of the giant foot collapsed on the floor and the gust created from the step blasted his body, but other than the air, nothing else touched him. He uncurled himself and realized just how close he was to death. The inner arch of his sister’s foot stood less than a foot away from his body. Candice’s other foot landed almost parallel with the first foot. The gust from that foot pushed Rick back while he tried to stand on his feet. His back slammed into the immobile foot and he slide down back to the carpet.

        He looked up from his lying position and only saw a long blue pillar that consisted of Candice’s legs covered in her skinny blue jeans. Each towering limb looked like tall buildings that stretched forever in the sky till they connected with her hips. Rick couldn’t see any other part of Candice from his position. But he could hear her voice which boomed above him. It didn’t even sound like the younger sister he knew, more like a massive monster with only a faint hint of the familiar feminine voice he remembered.

        “No, he’s still not home,” Rick’s frantic sister cried from far above. “He should have
been here by now. His class always ends before my school. I don’t know where he is.”

        She’s worried about me. Is she on the phone with Mom?

        The foot next to Rick lifted away while the other shifted and twisted. He watched as she began to walk away and head into the family room. Rick quickly stood up and jogged
after the retreating feet, but his jog was no match to keep up with those strides.

        What the hell am I doing chasing after a giant? I was almost squished by her. Normal people don’t go chasing after something so big. But Rick knew he had no choice. He needed to somehow get her attention and he needed to be in her presence to stay safe from any other insects that should be in the house.

        the time he made it to the family room, Candice’s giant body laid upon the ground. It was odd that she wasn’t lying on the couch and on the ground instead, but this was no to his advantage. With her being closer to the ground, he had a better chance of getting her attention and a better chance that she would recognize him as a shrunken person instead of a strange looking bug. Rick stood in the entrance for a moment and scanned the familiar lying giantess and finally being far enough to take in her entire mass. He had never seen his sister so gigantic and at first didn’t believe this could be the same person.
But then again, it was he who changed, not her. He randomly shrunk to a mere two inches. His little sister suddenly became intimidating to Rick and he questioned whether he should go through with this. But that all changed when he watched Candice cry. With the phone still pressed to her ear she said between sobs, “What is something happened to him, Mom. You need to come home. I’m scared.”

        Rick stood stunned at the giant’s sobs. It reminded him of Aria. How could something so large be so sad and look so pathetic. It tore at his heart seeing his sister cry, seeing her so big yet so helpless. He couldn’t just stand around and watch it any longer. He had to help. Rick ran towards her and screamed with his arms waving, “Candice! Candice! I’m right here! I’m over here!” But her sobs must have been too loud for his tiny voice to overcome, because she did not take notice at all.

        The ground shook again, but this time it was worse. The tremor was stronger than
anything he had ever experienced. He fell to the floor and saw that it wasn’t coming from Candice because she too was on the floor with her fingers trying to clutch the short carpet. The furniture shook and the curio cabinet full of his mom’s Precious Moments tipped and shattered as it hit the ground. “Candice!” He screamed at the top of his lungs.

        Surprisingly, Candice looked in his direction and stared directly at him. Her sobbing stopped and her puffy red eyes opened wide after a long moment of staring “Rick?” she
whispered.

        Light poured in and Rick looked up to find the source. The roof of the house peeled
away. Two enormous fingers descended from the opening, but word enormous did
not give these digits justice. They were like the fingers of God. The size comparison between this giant and Candice was about the same difference between Rick and Candice. Therefore, the giant’s size compared to Rick was just so unfathomable. Candice looked up at the descending fingers and screaked as she covered her face with her arms. The fingers pinched her body between them, and those fingers encompassed the giantess’s entire torso.

        “Candice!” Rick screamed as he watched his sister being lifted away from him.