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MELISSA BELMONDO'S P.O.V.
I don't know how long I was out cold. But, I awoke with a splitting headache. One far worse than the hang-over I had gotten the morning after my 21st birthday party at Gitmo (when I had tried to drink my Dad's whole platoon under the table)!
Nor was the pain in any way lessened by the periodic shaking my body was experiencing.
"What...the frig...is going...on?" I somehow managed to ask aloud.
"We've...been...shrunk."
The female voice that spoke to me in reply had come from my right. So, I carefully looked in that direction. Rubbing my eyes with my left hand, and blinking rapidly a few times. When she finally came into focus, I instantly recognized Dr. Hana Nozama. Which, in turn, brought all the rest of my memories flooding back.
"That crazy ninja was after you. He even called you a traitor! So, I repeat my first question, doctor. What the frig is going on????!"
She told me everything.* About her top-secret research for NASA. About the re-enlargement failures. About her occasional "favors" for the Yakuza. And, most unexpectedly, of all?
About the love she had developed for Joshua Buckler.
"It wasn't easy. But, somehow, I remained calm and collected in front of those smug bastards who hired me. Calm enough to convince them I had shrunken Josh...and then flushed him down my apartment toilet! That's when I promised myself I'd do the same thing to each and every one of them."
One by one, she kept her word. Each one, turning out to be a big name sportscaster who'd been jealous of Buckler's innovative sports format at Jericho Cablevision.
"It was their self-proclaimed spokesman who gave me Okada's name. Evidently, _he_ had approached _them_ with the idea of making Josh 'disappear.' He just wanted an expendable front, to hide behind, in case of...unexpected repercussions. So, I decided to fight fire with fire."
She knew that Okada's Uncle Hideki did a lot of business with the Vladivostok branch of the Russian Mob. Therefore, she made a deal with the St. Petersburg branch headed by Igor Getzov! She would pretend to develop the hots for Okada Takeo. And, in the process, she would lure him to the Hotel Lilliput...for shrinkage by Getzov's Bahamian associates.
"That, in turn, would leave me free to bury myself in my original line of work. And, thereby, hopefully forget Josh."
"You should've known better than that," I replied: "The Yakuza are practically _addicted_ to honor (as they define it). And, anybody who smears it is on their shit list for life!"
She nodded, dejectedly, before adding: "I assume this means he'll probably torture us for information?"
I couldn't help being sarcastic in my response.
"I'd say that's a pretty safe assumption, yeah!"
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HOTEL LILLIPUT, THE BAHAMAS,
MAY 20, 2009 (3:10 P.M./EST)
MILES STONE'S P.O.V.
I froze in place. Doing my best not to attract the attention of the chorus girl who was slowing approaching the trash can. Unfortunately, her aim did not match her looks. Because, the wad of chewing gum she tried to spit into its depths missed the lid, completely!
As a matter of fact, it over-shot the lid...and landed on me.
"ARRRRRRRRRRRRGH!" I exclaimed, as I suddenly found myself enveloped by a saliva-drenched cousin of the Blob.
Of course, I realized later that I should have tried to remain calm. Because trying to extricate myself from that wad, by thrashing around, only got me more entangled within its folds. Sort of like panicking in quicksand, I guess. Anyway, all I really succeeded in doing was attracting that chorus girl's attention. Because, the next thing I knew, I heard a female voice squealing (in half-fear/half-disgust):
"EEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW! There's a bug in my wad!"
tbc
Giantess World
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