The polished, silver, elevator doors opened; a young, brown-haired women stepped into the lobby and walked across the room to the front desk of the hotel, her rolling luggage in tow.
“Room 214, checking out,” she spoke, placing her room key flat on the counter.
“Yes, thank you ma’am,” the clerk said, typing on his computer. “Did you enjoy your stay?”
“Yes, I did. Thank you, and I’m so glad you guys were able to accommodate me on such short notice.”
“Not a problem, is there anything else we can do for you?”
“No,” she replied, “I just need to hit the road. I’ve got a long drive ahead of me.”
“Alrighty,” the clerk said, pressing return on his keyboard. “OK, let me just print up a copy of your bill and you’ll be all set.”
The printer whirred underneath the desk and spit out a single sheet of paper.
“OK, there you go,” he said, handing her the paper. “Thanks for staying with us. Come see us again.”
“Thank you so much,” she said, folding the paper in half and shoving it in the side pocket of her luggage. “Bye.”
“Goodbye,” the clerk smiled, watching her as she headed out the automatic front doors.
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Early that afternoon, a pair of tennis shoes pounded down the payment of a sidewalk about a mile away from their owner’s home, their fit, female owner breathing heavily as she jogged.
Despite the long run, the young woman was quite comfortable. Her light gray capri jogging pants swished as her thighs rubbed against each other with each of her strides, dissipating the friction between them. The white, microfiber tank top she wore hugged her torso like a sports bra, providing the support she needed, while wicking away the sweat from her body, keeping her cool and comfortable. Even the shoes she wore were perfectly designed for aerobic activity, providing the right level of bounce and shock absorption, while her sports inserts cushioned her feet with each step.
Ordinarily, she wouldn’t have run so far from home, opting instead to jog around her neighborhood, but since her good friend had come so far to visit her the previous day, she thought she’d return the favor. It had been a long jog, but she knew it would be worth it in the end. Besides, she wanted check in on someone who hadn’t been feeling well.
When she finally arrived at her destination, the woman took a moment to compose herself and check her heart rate, pulse, and other vital statistics from the app on her phone.
“Great,” she said aloud, taking a moment to dab the sweat off her brow and neck. “By the time I get home, it’ll have been an awesome workout.”
With that, she brushed herself off and strolled down the front walk to the porch.
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“Damn it, Chris!” Shannon cursed, watching him deteriorate beneath her. “I only wanted to give you a drop or two!”
Chris was desperately trying to wipe the fluid away from his face, hoping he could curb his shrinking, but it was already too late. He quite possibly had taken the biggest dose of the potion imaginable, and it was potent enough to shrink on contact.
Shannon, however, had been amazingly lucky: even though she’d tried to grab the bottle and was sitting on top of him when the exposure occurred, not a single drop of liquid splashed on her, while Chris got the full dose and then some. She had only planned on giving him a couple of drops to see how small he’d get, dosing him drop by drop as needed after that. When Shannon had dosed Chris before, she’d used a full dropper of liquid in the beer that he’d chugged. Lucky for Chris, relatively speaking, his first dose a few days ago greatly depleted her supply, so the vial of liquid only had a little over a dropper-full left; unfortunately, it was more than enough to shrink him down tiny again, possibly even smaller than he had been before.
Shannon’s eyes focused intently on the struggling teenager beneath her, his curses and pleas for mercy becoming smaller and more high pitched as he diminished. Eventually, Chris’s tiny body disappeared beneath her panties, as if he had been sucked inside her crotch. Carefully, Shannon rose on her knees and stepped her left leg off the bed, straddling the edge of the mattress. Veritably, she looked down, hoping to see Chris sprawled out on the sheet underneath her, still tall enough to execute her plans. However, she saw nothing.
“Shit!” Shannon cursed as her eyes grew wide, “Chris, don’t tell me you’ve shrunk away to nothing!”
Thankfully, a quick check of her panty-laden crotch uncovered the small boy, plastered face first into a self-made groove in the otherwise taught fabric.
“There you are, you naughty boy,” she said, grabbing a tissue from the nearby nightstand, using it to catch the tiny boy in as she pried her panties away from her skin.
Chris popped out from his groove of the panty-laden crotch, falling a short distance into the parachute-like tissue. He was still reeling from his shrinkage as Shannon brought him out from under her to examine him.
Much to her dismay, Chris looked like he was smaller than she’d wanted him.
“Damn it, Chris! I only wanted you to shrink to about 2 or 3 inches. You’re almost as small as you were the first time I shrunk you!”
Chris covered his ears at the boom of Shannon’s thunderous voice, still trying to recover from the ordeal, while Shannon stepped the rest of the way off the bed. She used another tissue to pick up the now empty vial from the carpet.
“Crap!” she cursed frustratedly, eyeing the mess that was on the pillow, “It’s completely empty! Hang on, I gotta clean this mess up!”
Shannon hustled down the hall to the bathroom, setting the tissue containing Chris on the counter, placing the vial in the sink, and tossing the tissue holding it into a nearby wastebasket. She turned on the water to clean off the vial, then turned her attention to Chris.
“We need to get this stuff off of you ASAP!” Shannon said, turning down the faucet to a tiny stream. “The longer it’s on you, the better chance it has absorbing into your skin.”
Shannon quickly rinsed off the tiny boy, while Chris nearly drowned from the downpour.
Before he could protest, she’d pumped a small dollop of hand soap into her palm and lathered Chris up. He gurgled in protest, trying to escape Shannon’s hands, but she was too quick, continuously tossing him about in her palms.
“Chris, stop squirming! We need to wash this stuff off before you shrink any more.”
Chris reluctantly allowed Shannon to finish, placing him in a small washcloth to dry. He was tempted to escape, but Shannon reached for the transparent drinking glass on the rear of the counter, placing it overturned on top of the washcloth, sealing Chris inside.
“Now, you just sit there and dry off,” she said, “while I change my clothes and finish getting the room cleaned up.”
Chris stood up and made his way to the side of the glass as Shannon left the room. He tried pushing the glass, hoping to be able to move it off him, but it wouldn’t budge. Desperately, he jumped towards the transparent wall, hoping to knock it over, but all Chris managed to do was nudge both the glass and the washcloth a tiny bit.
Shannon had unintentionally created a perfect prison for him: since both Chris and the glass were sitting on he washcloth, he couldn’t scoot it across the counter while also standing on the fabric, and if he couldn’t muster enough strength to topple the glass, he was stuck. The only other way to knock it over would be forcing it to either the sink or the edge of the counter, neither option being a way to safely escape.
All the while, Shannon was stomping in and out of the bathroom, tossing dirty clothes and sheets into the laundry, along with changing into a clean pair of panties right in front of the shrunken Chris.
“Now then, little man,” Shannon said, lifting the glass off him, “I think we need to-“
Chris didn’t hesitate! As soon as the glass was off the washcloth, he made a sudden dash for freedom.
“Hey!” Shannon exclaimed, “Come here!”
She quickly corralled the tiny boy, pinching his torso between her fingers and lifting him to the air.
“You can’t get away from me!” Shannon gloated.
“Shannon, let me go!” Chris demanded, trying to squirm free of her grip.
“And just where do you think you’re going?”
“Away from you!” Chris snapped.
“Oh yeah, and how far do you think you’ll get, little man? You’re barely an inch tall.”
“Well, I wouldn’t have to run away if you hadn’t shrunk me again!”
“Hey, it’s your own fault, kiddo,” Shannon scolded, swinging him back and forth between her fingers. “I only wanted to give you a couple of drops. You’re the one who knocked the vial out of my hands and spilled it all over yourself. I’m not even sure how much you took, nor do I know if you’re done shrinking. Remember the delayed reaction? You started about a half inch tall last time, then got smaller as the day wore on. I swear, if I have to wait another 3 days to have my fun—“
The doorbell rang. Shannon jumped, nearly crushing Chris between her fingers. Chris yelped in pain as he was nearly squeezed to death.
“Crap! Who could that be?” Shannon said, flustered.
“Well, why don’t you put me down and go check?” Chris replied bluntly.
“Uh uhn,” Shannon objected, “I’m not letting you out of my sight, mr. Escapo! I’m gonna put you somewhere you can’t cause any trouble.”
“Shannon, STOP! What are you taking me?!” Chris yelped as he was whisked behind Shannon’s back. The next thing he knew, he was upside down, right over her panty-covered ass. He looked on in horror as she used her other hand to pull back the waistband.
“Shannon, NOOOOO!” he screamed as she let go, “DON’T PUT ME THEEEEERE—!”
Chris landed square in the back of the panties, bouncing off the fabric and smacking into Shannon’s right ass cheek.
“SHANNON, I DON’T wanna go in here!” Chris yelled, his shouts immediately muffled when she snapped her panties closed.
“Be quiet!” Shannon ordered, readjusting herself.
Chris yelped in pain as each tug and shift of the panties pressed him against Shannon’s bare ass. In no time, she’d maneuvered him up into her crack, holding him in place with her ass cheeks, while the tiny boy shouted muffled curses in protest.
“There,” Shannon said, patting the side of her butt cheek with her right hand, hearing Chris yelp as her ass smacked together with each slap.
“Now you just stay put and keep quiet while I answer the door,” she continued, throwing on her bathrobe, “and you’d better not draw attention to yourself, or you’re definitely not going to enjoy your next three days.”
Shannon quickly hustled out of the bathroom to the stairs, her bare feet slapping each step as she descended. Poor Chris was being squeezed on either side by her huge ass cheeks with each step Shannon took, and then started screaming for mercy as they repeatedly slammed together with each stomp down the stairs.
He was still screaming in pain when she finally hit the ground floor.
“Chris, shut up or they’ll hear you!” Shannon warned as she approached the front door and peered the peephole...
Shannon gasped. She couldn’t believe who was standing outside....
Noreen?! What the hell is Noreen doing here? Shannon thought, slinking away from the door.
Shannon immediately regretted stomping down the stairs. Even if it hadn’t been Noreen at the front door, she might have been able to feign not being home, but because she basically spelled out that Chris was ill yesterday, Shannon had no excuse for being out. What’s worse, after that close call with Noreen seeing a shrunken Chris yesterday, Shannon wasn’t sure she could fool her again. Maybe things would be different if Shannon still had some shrinking potion left: she could use it as a last resort to shrink Noreen if she learned the truth, at least until she figured out what to do. Now, all Chris had to do was draw attention to himself and everything would unravel.
The doorbell rang again.
Shannon had to think quickly.
“Alright, Chris, listen up,” she warned. “You better keep your trap shut. If I hear one peep out of you, I swear I’ll squish you! Got it?”
Chris heard the warning plainly. He immediately ceased his struggles and listened very carefully, wondering exactly who was out the front door.
Shannon squeezed her ass slightly to keep Chris silent, then unbolted the door. She slowly turned the doorknob and pulled the door open.
“Hey Noreen,” Shannon said, peering around the door.
“Noreen?!” Chris exclaimed aloud, his ears immediately perking up. Could it really be her?
“Hey, Shannon,” Noreen panted, “hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time.”
Chris was ecstatic: it WAS Noreen! She must have stopped by to check on him, and not a moment too soon. This was his best chance to be rescued; he just had to get her attention, regardless of Shannon threats.
“Uh, no,” Shannon replied, “I....actually just got out of the shower.”
“Oh,” Noreen exclaimed, “I see. Sorry to drop by unannounced; I just wanted stop in and check on Chris....and to see how you’re doing.”
“NOREEN! NOREEN, HELP ME!” Chris shouted. “NOREEN!”
“Well....that’s nice of you, sweetie,” Shannon replied nervously, “but you really didn’t have to.”
“I know,” Noreen explained, “I was just jogging in the neighborhood and figured since I’ve come so far I might as will stop by. Is Chris feeling any better?”
“Unfortunately, no,” Shannon replied. “Poor little guy’s all tuckered out. He’s....upstairs asleep. I figured I’d use the time to clean up a bit.”
“NOREEN, SHE’S LYING!” Chris shouted again. “I’M IN HERE, IN HER PANTIES! HELP ME!”
“Did you hear that?” Noreen inquired.
“H-Hear what?” Shannon asked, clinching her ass cheeks together. Chris screamed in agony from the pressure, but much to Shannon‘s delight, her big ass absorbed his squeaks.
“I could have sworn I just heard someone calling my name,” Noreen stated.
“I didn’t hear anything,” Shannon lied, quite perturbed at Chris’s brazenness.
“Hey, maybe Chris is awake,” Noreen said.
“No honey, I promise you....he’s completely dead to the world.”
Or he soon will be, Shannon thought, clenching her ass tighter. Chris screamed in agony, but this time, Shannon didn’t hear it.
“Well, maybe we should check on him.” Noreen offered.
“Uh, you know what?” Shannon said, thinking quickly, “The little guy’s been so exhausted lately, it’s probably best we just let him rest.”
“Oh, I-I’m sorry, Shannon,” Noreen apologized, “I don’t mean to intrude, I was just worried about the two of you.”
“No apology necessary, Nor,” Shannon said. “I’ll let you know when Chris is feeling better, OK?”
Poor Chris was practically screaming for help, begging Noreen to stay, but Shannon’s clenched ass wasn’t letting any sound escape. In desperation, he started squirming frantically, hoping to wiggle free, or at least draw attention to his presence.
“OK,” Noreen said, “but since I’m here, is it OK if I sit down for a minute? My feet are killing me.”
“Y-You know, actually....it’s probably best that you didn’t honey,” Shannon stammered. “I-I wouldn’t want you catching what Chris has. In fact, I’m kind of feeling a little queasy myself.”
“I really appreciate the concern, sweetie, but I take good care of myself, and I really need the rest,” Noreen explained. “Please, Shannon? Just for a minute.”
Shannon gritted her teeth, knowing she’d regret it, but on the other hand, she didn’t want Noreen getting suspicious and asking too many questions.
“Alright,” Shannon relented, “but just for a minute. I don’t want to disturb Chris.”
“Thanks,” Noreen exhaled, stepping across the threshold, “I won’t be long, I promise.”
Noreen kicked off her shoes near the door and stepped further inside, while Shannon shut the door behind her.
“I was just gonna go sit on the couch, if that’s OK?” Noreen asked.
“Sure, no problem,” Shannon said, now feeling Chris’s squirming intensifying, presently tickling her crack. She squeezed her ass tighter to curb his struggles; although now, she had a new problem:
How was she supposed to walk? As soon as she took a step, her ass would loosen, and all Chris would have to do is yelp and he’d be discovered. As carefully as she could, Shannon kept her ass clenched and took small, shuffling steps into the living room.
“Thanks so much for the breather, Shan,” Noreen said gratefully, airing out her sock-clad feet, “My dogs are killing me.”
Noreen kicked her feet up on the ottoman, letting out a sigh of relief as her muscles relaxed, while Shannon literally shuffled into the room, quickly hopping a seat on the couch next to her.
Chris felt like he was going to pop. He was being squeezed on all sides by Shannon’s tightly clenched ass cheeks. Each time he tried to escape, the pressure would increase; it was unbearable. Noreen was his only chance of escaping Shannon’s clutches, but he couldn’t get her attention. His cries for help were muffled and he could barely move an inch. He felt completely helpless, and hopeless.
Suddenly, Chris felt himself descending quickly, and a sudden impact made him yelp with pain.
“Whoa,” Noreen cried, “take it easy Shannon! I heard the couch squeak as you sat down.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Shannon said smugly, knowing that squeak wasn’t the couch, “this couch is pretty durable. It can take quite a beating, especially when it misbehaves.”
Noreen raised her eyebrows in confusion at Shannon’s remark, wondering why she was now bouncing her ass up and down on the couch cushion. In fact, Shannon’s bouncing was so intense, it squeaked each time her ass landed. Noreen thought the couch might even break.
“Uh, what exactly did this couch do to you, Shan?”
“Oh, nothing,” Shannon said tensely, ceasing her hopping. “Comfy?”
“Getting there,” Noreen moaned. “I hope you enjoyed your shower. I know I will when I get home.”
“You know, maybe if you didn’t work out so much, Noreen, your feet wouldn’t hurt so badly.” Shannon remarked.
“Or smell so badly,” Noreen chimed in.
Both girls shared a giggle.
Chris wasn’t sure how much more torture he could take. Shannon was directing her frustrations directly towards him, and the pain was unbearable, especially when she started bouncing her ass up and down, shoving him directly against her asshole.
He could hear the women having a conversation above him, but couldn’t make out what they were saying, though each time Shannon spoke it sent vibrations reverberating throughout her ass cheeks.
Chris couldn’t stand it any longer; he was running out of time. He had to get Noreen’s help, otherwise Shannon was sure to squish him....on purpose. He searched himself determinedly for every shred of willpower he could find and forced himself into a ball, making his body as small as he could to get as much room as possible.
It seemed to be working: he could feel his surroundings contract to the point where he could move again. Chris squeezed and squirmed his way downward, slowly working his way out of Shannon’s foul-smelling crack, eventually coming to an area where the flesh around him had a lot more flexibility.
There was light up ahead: not much, but enough for Chris to find his way, as the girls’ giant voices became a lot more clear.
“Did any of those remedies for Chris I gave you yesterday work?” Noreen asked.
“Not yet,” Shannon replied, “but things have gotten better now.”
“Good, maybe Chris will be back to normal soon.”
“Yeah, I’m sure in a few days, he’ll be good.”
As she was talking, Shannon realized she couldn’t feel Chris struggling anymore; actually, she couldn’t feel him at all. Initially, she thought that he’d shifted into a different position, but now she was getting worried; she didn’t actually want him to suffocate.
Nonchalantly, Shannon started squirming in her seat, just to make sure Chris was secure.
Chris was working his way towards the light before him when the whole world started to shake. Mounds of flesh above him started collapsing, forcing Chris to dive out of the way to avoid being smothered. He screamed for Shannon to stop, hoping Noreen would be able to him too. Chris grabbed the fabric in front of him, pulled himself out of danger, and held on until the ride was over.
“Honey, are you sure you’re OK?” Noreen inquired, watching Shannon rock back and forth. “You got something bothering you under that robe?”
“You’d think that,” Shannon replied with frustration, still squirming. “I guess I just can’t quite get comfortable.”
“Yeah, you’re acting like you’ve got something stuck up your butt.”
“Which might actually be the problem,” Shannon said without thinking.
Where the hell is he? Shannon thought, bouncing her ass up and down on the cushion again, listening for Chris’s telltale squeaks.
Chris couldn’t hold on. Shannon was hoping up and down so much he’d lost his grip on her panties, and was now bouncing around inside them.
“SHANNON, STOP! PLEASE! HEEEEEEELLLLLP!” he constantly screamed.
Then, Chris bounced off a large patch of flesh near the side of her left leg, sending him hurtling clear to the other side of the panties and out a hole between her thigh and he fabric.
He landed on a soft surface, among a sea of tall, fluffy, pink fibers. Chris looked up to see a huge crotch before him, covered in flower-laden fabric. Two huge legs flanked him on either side: one upright, disappearing out of sight at a bent knee, and the other, resting on it’s side, with everything up to the calf visible behind him.
Chris knew in an instant the panties and legs belonged to Shannon, and that he had landed in her bathrobe. Unfortunately, that currently wasn’t his main concern.
Everything looked a lot bigger now. He immediately realized what had happened, and why he’d been able to escape Shannon’s ass: he had shrunk again, just as small as he had been the day before, maybe even less. There was no time to lose! He had to get Noreen’s attention before it was too late.
Chris booked it away from Shannon’s crotch, hoping to make it to the opening of her bathrobe beyond her leg and into the open where he’d be spotted.
“NOREEN! HELP! He called out as he ran. “NOREEN, IT’S CHRIS! HELP ME, PLEASE!”
“Shannon, for Pete’s sake!” Noreen interjected, having grown tried of watching Shannon wiggle in her seat to remove whatever was stuck up her butt, “just go to the bathroom and take care of it. Grinding your ass like that obviously isn’t working.”
“It’s OK, I can manage.” Shannon said, still squirming.
“Sweetie, please just go to the bathroom and pull it out. It’s better than hoping you’ll find a comfortable position.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Shannon said, standing up, “I really should excuse myself.”
“OH GOD! SHANNON, WAIT! DON’T STAND UP! Chris screamed as she began moving. “NOOOOO! SHANNON, DON’T STAND UUUUUUP!”
It was too late; the ground beneath him lurched upwards. Chris tried to hang on to the fibers, but as soon as gravity shifted, he began tumbling down the soft surface of Shannon‘s bathrobe.
“AAAAAH!” he cried as he fell, desperately reaching out to grab anything that could slow his descent.
Luckily, as Shannon stood up, her bathrobe swung forward and, as it reconnected with him, Chris frantically grabbed on. The robe passed partway through her legs, swinging Chris around to the front, and slamming him into her right shin. The impact dislodged him and, once again, he was falling, sliding down her leg, occasionally colliding with short bits of stubble.
Eventually, Chris hit the top of Shannon’s foot, rolled down its side, and landed with a tiny *thump* on the wood floor.
“Oof!” Chris cried as he impacted. He quickly pushed himself up and flipped over, trying to keep his bearings. Currently, Chris was just outside Shannon’s right foot, still somewhat underneath her bathrobe, giving him a perfect view up her bare leg all the way to her hip. Understandably, he scrambled to stand up and move out of the way: all Shannon had to do was step to the right and he’d be squished for sure.
“Hey sweetie,” Noreen said as Shannon was just about to walk away.
“Hm?” Shannon uttered as she stepped closer....right onto the spot where Chris’s tiny body had landed.
“Would you mind bringing me a glass of water when you come back?” Noreen continued.
“Yeah sure,” Shannon said, “no problem.”
“EEK!” Chris squeaked, narrowly avoiding Shannon‘s fat foot as it slammed to the ground.
The impact sent him hurtling forward, but he managed to pull off a tuck and roll maneuver to tumble into an upright position as he made his way to the ottoman. He dove underneath into the safety of the shadows, panting and clutching his chest, his heart currently beating so fast he thought it might pop out.
A thunderous boom echoed behind him. Chris snapped his gaze towards the sound just in time to watch Shannon‘s giant bare feet slapping the ground as she stomped out of sight around the corner. Now was his best chance to get in Noreen’s attention. He just hoped that he could get her to look down and see him before Shannon returned.
Chris ran out from under the ottoman, trying to get a direct line of sight to Noreen‘s giant figure, which actually took a little bit considering his small stature. He began feeling disheartened that he was no longer an inch tall, which meant his odds of being seen or heard had greatly diminished, but he had to try: he couldn’t risk being alone with Shannon another minute, decidedly sure that she’d end squishing him before he could grow back again.
Finally, Chris had distanced himself enough from the ottoman to see Noreen’s giant figure. She was currently massaging her legs, most likely to keep the blood flowing and work out any cramps; plus, she was looking in Chris’s general direction. This was it!
“NOREEN!” Chris shouted, using his hands like a megaphone, “NOREEN, DOWN HERE! IT’S ME, CHRIS! NOREEN, HELP ME!”
Chris continued shouting, jumping up-and-down and waving his arms frantically to get her attention. Noreen had to see him, she just had to!
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Shannon stomped into the downstairs bathroom and closed the door.
“Chris!” she called with hushed intensity, tossing her robe to the floor and pulling down her panties. “Chris, where are you?”
Shannon began searching her underwear intently for any sign of the tiny boy, wondering if he’d worked his way out from between her ass cheeks, but was nowhere to be seen. She quickly dropped them to the floor, and quickly searched her crotch and pussy....still nothing.
“Where is he?” Shannon said to herself as she squatted awkwardly and spread her ass cheeks, running her hand up and down her crack to feel for him, but again she felt nothing.
“Chris, are you up my asshole again?” she called with frustration. “If you are, you’d better say something, or you won’t like what’s about to happen.”
She received no answer.
“Alright buddy, you asked for it!”
Shannon slammed her ass on the toilet, and began squeezing her colon. A huge fart erupted from her sphincter, so loud, in fact, that her ass cheeks were flapping in the wind. When she’d finished, Shannon stood up and scanned the toilet, hoping to see Chris drowning in the bowl...
There was only clear water. There was no sign of him.
Shannon gasped! If Chris wasn’t here...
She frantically grabbed her panties and pulled them up, then threw her robe on over her shoulders and hurriedly ran out of he bathroom.
She had to get back to Noreen immediately, before it was too late!
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
Part II