Watching Jessica eat a fast food burger might have been something Drew would have found intriguing just a short time ago. She was a fit young woman, and an all-county athlete. Plus, he just felt that girls like her were always looking out for their precious figures. She was the type of girl who would bounce between fad diets. Yet, there she was scarfing down a big messy burger with ease.

He would have found it interesting if not for the fact that he was on the tray with everything else, like an oversized chicken nugget.

Being forced to fetch her fries and gaze up at her colossal throat as food slid down it was actually terrifying. Each bite of the burger was accompanied by the noise of her teeth tearing and smashing the food to bits. The crunch of lettuce, the snap of bacon, and constant grinding of her teeth reminded him of his place in the world. Watching her swallow the enormous bites only made him further aware of the fact that he could easily be sent down along with them. Washed away down her throat on a sluice of diet cola.

She was more than halfway through the burger, and her fries were dwindling. Drew cautiously began picking his way across the tray once more. Above him, the burger was quickly losing structural integrity, part of the patty began to slip from between the buns, while bits of bacon and lettuce began to fall from the sky. As Jessica took another massive bite, a glob of mayo or some sauce rained down and erupted next to him, quoting his tiny body in the stuff.

The giant girl was so lost in her meal that she didn't even pay attention to him scurrying back and forth. A vibration erupted through the table once more, and again it scared Drew half to death. Jessica seemed to be constantly texting, and judging by the way she smiled and giggled, he had a feeling she was already plotting something with either one of her inner circle, or whatever boy was on her arm this month. This close to homecoming, he imagined that she had to be attached to some jock asshole.

Drew shuddered at the idea he might have to contend with an even more enormous Michael Dinwiddie. Just the thought of being shrunk in front of that giant ape of a teenager was enough to make his face flush from humiliation. The fear that he might have to see Michael in a different light though, literally made his skin crawl. There was no telling what lengths Jessica would go to torture him, and that's what left a continual fear hanging over the former college freshman.

As she finished off her text and set her phone back down, her gigantic hand reached ahead of him grabbing the last of the fries from their cardboard container and lifting them into her mouth with ease. Drew turned around to watch as she popped the last bit of the burger between her lips, the corners tilting up in a smile as she chewed. When she swallowed it all down with another helping of soda, the enormous teen actually licked her fingers clean and patted her stomach before releasing a satisfied sigh.

He could barely believe what he was seeing as she leaned back in her chair, far too content.

Lazily her hand drifted forward. He watched it, unsure of exactly where it was going. The long tan appendage reached beyond him, seemingly going to grab the soda that looked like a modest grain silo to Drew. He felt more than saw the way her forearm curved around him, trapping him in a semi-circle of her flesh.

Her great blue eyes narrowed down on him and her free hand came forward.

Knowing he was trapped, Drew wanted to just stoically accept his fate. Yet, as her huge fingers came toward him, with the index finger and thumb bouncing against each other like a snapping pincer, fear overcame him. He looked every which was he could imagine, his body easily falling into a ready stance as if he could run off in any direction he pleased. All he managed was to flail his arms and let out a yelp as her fingers gripped him.

She lifted him off the tray a little bit before dragging him against the remainder of the mayo glob that had fallen off of her burger. Snickering to herself she then leaned forward and dunked his lower body into the remains of her small paper cup of ketchup. He groaned and pleaded as she forced his body against the strange and uncomfortable surfaces, scraping skin away in her effort to collect as much mayonnaise onto his body as possible.

“Mhmm,” the low moan of pleasure erupted somewhere deep from her throat as he was lifted high up and before her soft pink lips.

“No, no! Oh God, No, Jessica! Please Don't!” He thrashed his arms against those big pillowy lips, little bits of mayo and ketchup covering them as he did.

The tip of her gigantic tongue ran quickly over the sauce-coated lips, and the pleasurable moan erupted once more. He gazed up in terror to her huge eyes, the sapphire orbs locked upon him as she playfully announced, “You look good enough to eat, tiny man.” Another laugh burst from her lips, and when she finished it, she popped him into her mouth as easily as she had the last of her burger.

“Oh God, please, no! Have mercy!”

The first thing that really hit him was the stench. An overpowering scent of low-grade beef and onions mixed with mayonnaise and ketchup. Then the heat of her closed mouth forced him to break into a sweat that was made a thousand times worse by the saliva that seemed to come from everywhere. It made his eyes itch, and his skin tingle as he rolled across her tongue.

Suddenly, the horse sized muscle twitched and bashed him into a wall of teeth. He tried to scramble away but couldn't find any sort of purchase. Her huge chompers came down, and lightly pressed against his skin, leaving scores of tiny lacerations all across his body. An enormous sucking sound followed and he could feel her saliva and sauces peel off his body if only for a brief moment.

Then he got bounced around again, his body pressed against sharp teeth, and uncomfortable walls of enamel as he went. As he was pressed and rubbed against her teeth he could feel bits of her meal sticking to him moments before they were raked off by her gigantic tongue, or sucked clean off by the sheer power of her throat. Drew swore he was going to be sick as he realized she was using him to get every little bit of junk food from her mouth.

As soon as it began though, it was over.

He was launched from her mouth and into a white paper napkin. The huge piece of paper was then crumpled around him like he were just another piece of garbage before being dropped onto a hard surface. By the time he pulled himself out of the napkin, the music had started up once more, and he knew they were in Jessica's car again.

His eyes were locked upon her mouth as she popped a piece of gum into and began to chew it vigorously. “You left my mouth all nice and clean, you little nerd,” she said, snapping her gum as she played with it in her mouth like she had just played with him, “But God, you tasted horrible. Did you piss yourself?” For a moment her eyes flashed down at him, a smile creeping across her face, “I won't tell anyone if you did.” Her laughter cut through the radio as a huge finger came down and rammed into Drew, throwing him bodily to the floor of the cupholder.

When she withdrew her hand, she rubbed the tip of her finger against the napkin, and her attention was once again on the road. Drew found himself alone and unmolested. A forgotten toy in Jessica's world. He could hear the radio, the roar of the engine, and her humming, but ultimately she wasn't concerned with him.

He already knew there wasn't an escape from her car though. As he reflected on this, Drew began to wonder if there was ever going to be an escape for him, at any point. He already knew that to survive, he'd have to do whatever Jessica said, and he doubted she would leave him any chances for escape. Not because she would try hard to keep him, but because the world was very hostile and unknown to him now. If she just never brought him back to the locker room hallway, he'd be effectively hers forever.

Even then, there were a lot of other factors that could completely screw him over.

“Fuck,” he muttered to himself as Jessica cut the engine.

She stepped out of the car and then leaned back in to grab the few notebooks she had taken home, her purse, her phone, and finally Drew himself. He was trapped beneath her thumb and held plastered against the cold surface of her smartphone, which sat atop her notebooks for class. Drew couldn't help but struggle futilely against her casual strength, every fiber in his being didn't want to be treated that way. Still, he knew that she didn't even notice as she dug through her purse for her keys and walked through her family's spacious home.

Drew watched the world speed by him. Tastefully decorated rooms were barely processed as he was carried around. There was a brief pause in the kitchen as she grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator but then everything turned to a blur once again. He, along with her notebooks and phone were flung down onto her bed while she walked away moving to a seemingly distant desk.

Drew was honestly surprised as he gazed around Jessica's room. He was expecting a place that would reek of a princess-like childhood. A room done in pink, with posters of sexy celebrities on one wall, a bookshelf full of stuffed animals on another, and a place dedicated to her purposeless achievements on the next. Instead, he found the place to be spacious but rather spartan.

The walls were painted a muted blue, and the color scheme was similarly calm and soothing. He could spot a stuffed bear toward the head of the bed, clearly a cherished childhood keepsake rather than the gaudy collection he suspected suitors rained down upon her. In one corner sat a folded up treadmill, along with a set of weights that looked like they saw more regular use. The rest of the space was largely dedicated to a few tasteful pieces of necessary furniture, all old and wooden. Sure she had both a desk and a vanity, but they served clearly different purposes.

Jessica returned with a laptop in hand.

Drew could only gaze up in awe as she launched her giant body over the collection of books and such with ease. She crashed onto the bed, quickly placing the computer into her lap and kicking her shoes off. The heat from her feet, along with the stench of their sweat combined with the leather of the shoes rolled over Drew shortly after. For a moment, with her eyes focused upon her computer, Drew saw a chance to perhaps get away and hide.

Then, a vibration tore through the mattress and Jessica's looming form cast a shadow over him. In one deft motion she scooped him and the phone up with one hand. As the phone was carried toward her face, Drew felt it continuously vibrate. He tried to twist and see the name of the caller but his body was dropped down into her lap before he could make any progress.

He landed harshly against her jean-shorts, feeling some skin scrape away and the air leave his lungs when he landed. Using the computer, he was able to prop himself up. Drew couldn't help but look up at the large screen. While he could see that her browser had plenty of tabs open on all sorts of websites, the one that was clicked into right now was a program their high school used for homework. It allowed teachers to that important assignments were actually done, by assigning them through the system. An assignment for the senior level English Literature course was already up, waiting to be completed.

“Hey, baby,” Jessica's excited voice began above him.

Drew turned his eyes up toward her and she gazed back down at him. Her gaze was forceful and frightening, she bore into him and then gestured at the assignment that was on her laptop's screen. Drew shook his head, he was not going to do her homework for her.

She snapped her fingers at the assignment, and narrowed her eyes. Meanwhile her voice continued sweetly, “Oh, that sounds great, baby.”

Drew stamped his foot on the ground and glared back at her. “No, I'm not going to do it, Jessica! This is wrong, and you know it!”

The enormous blond glared down at him but she didn't do anything.

Then her face softened ever so slightly. Maybe he had finally gotten through to her, Drew realized. After all, on some level this had to be a weird situation for her. He could perfectly understand how it might be easy to her to forget, in her shock, that he was a real person and not some toy. All he had to do was remind her of that fact.

Drew then had to ask himself why he was flying through the air.

Her fingers had struck him so hard and fast that the pain didn't register for a solid beat. His whole chest flared in pain just in time for his body to enjoy the force of being smashed into an LCD screen. He rolled down and landed on her laptop's keyboard, still trying to process all of hurt that was going through his body.

“Well,” she giggled, “my parents are away this weekend, you naughty boy.”

Her perfectly manicured nails came down, gently teasing his body as he lay there gasping for breath and trying to figure out if any of his bones were actually broken. The long tanned digits came into focus as she carefully typed something out onto the screen.

Drew's gaze went up to the screen as Jessica ran the cursor over the words and highlighted them, You are going to do my work from now on. Or Else.

He didn't need to ask the foolish question of 'or else what,' as she set the computer down next to her on the bed. In all honesty, Drew didn't want to know what horrible plan she had concocted for when he misbehaved. Carefully, Drew propped himself up, and gazed up at the huge screen. He sighed, the assignment was a simple series of softball questions about The Great Gatsby. The kind of work a teacher would assign just to make sure his students were actually doing the reading. Drew had really enjoyed the book when he had read it, and found that recalling the book's plot and themes wasn't too difficult for him but it just made him sad. It's not like the work was beyond Jessica's abilities. He bet that she would probably enjoy the book if she bothered to read it.

Instead though, she wrapped up her conversation with boyfriend, and turned on the television. She leaned back into the oversized but soft pillows on her bed and just seemed to sit there.

Every so often, the giant girl's head would turn to look down at him, and ensure that he was doing what he was supposed to be, but mostly her attention was on whatever show she was watching. Drew found the task of typing when the keys were so big to be infuriating but not impossible. The hardest part was finding a place to stand that wouldn't horrendously screw up the actual typing. It was terrible, but he decided it was far better than licking her shoes or rubbing her feet or whatever other horrible jobs she had envisioned for him.

When he finally finished, she glanced it over. With a few keystrokes from her gigantic hands, she fixed the problems that resulted from him having to stand on certain keys. Then she rewrote a sentence here or there before setting the laptop back down next to her. “Don't make me sound like I became a genius overnight, ok?” She made it all sound simple and mundane that for a moment Drew forgot that he was only a few inches tall.

He remembered though when the whole world shifted with her body as she dropped a calculator, pencil, and notepad next to the computer before bringing up her math assignment for the weekend. Drew gazed back at her as her eyes turned to the television. She stretched slightly, tilted her head back, and half-closed her eyes as she watched the program continue on.

It wasn't long before the young woman's eyes closed entirely, and Drew was left atop her bed wondering how big of an obstacle her closed door would actually be.