Chris felt like he was drowning; the water was cold and he could hardly breathe. He quickly rolled on his side, gasping and coughing, wondering exactly what happened; he opened his eyes, trying to regain his composure and looked up to see the giant face of a giantess, full of worry at first, than relaxing into great relief.
“Thank goodness,” Shannon said, “I thought for moment you wouldn't wake up.”
“Shannon?! What happened?” Chris inquired, still slightly dazed.
“Sorry little guy,” she apologized, “you passed out. I....guess I got a little carried away.”
“Carried away?” Chris asked with growing intensity, suddenly remembering all that had happened. “Passed out?! Shannon, I was unconscious! Geez, you almost smothered me to death! Couldn’t you hear me screaming, or feel me struggling?!”
“I...was a little busy,” Shannon managed to spit out, somewhat embarrassed and pleased simultaneously. “It was just a tiny accident.”
“It wasn’t a tiny accident!” Chris shot back. “Shannon, this is sick! You can't do this anymore!”
“Chris,” Shannon pleaded, “please calm down.”
“I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!” Chris shouted back. “You almost killed me! You can’t even keep a stupid promise for one stinking day! I can’t take this anymore! Please, I just want you to take me to my room and just leave me alone until I grow back to normal. I don't want you around you until the stuff wears off!”
“Now, see here, little one,” Shannon protested, “we had an agreement! You wanted to have fun, AND wanted to see my tits; I did what you asked.”
“I didn't ask to be smothered by your boobs!” Chris responded irritably.
“You know,” Shannon continued with scorn, “some guys would have found that quite enjoyable.”
“I'm not just some guy, Shannon, I'm a teenager! Now, would you please just put me somewhere safe until the stuff wears off. I-I can't trust you! With me being so tiny, you're going to end up squishing me, I just know it!”
“Please, just calm down, Chris.” Shannon replied, trying to smooth over the situation. “We had a couple of close calls, that's all.”
“I'm not taking any more chances, Shannon, and I don't want anymore close calls. We’re done, you hear me? Finished!”
“Oh, come on Chris,” she pleaded impatiently, “surely you can find some other way to enjoy yourself.”
“I don't want to enjoy myself,” Chris whined. “I want to be big again.”
“Well, like it or not, Chris, you're gonna be stuck like this for a couple of days,” Shannon said sternly, “and I’m still in charge, so you’ll just have to accept it! Get over yourself; learn to relax and have fun.
“Now,” she continued calmly, “what are you say we go swimming?”
“I think I've had enough water for one day, Shannon.”
“Hey, you said you want to go swimming,” she patronized, “and you said you want to have fun.”
“That was before I knew how dangerous everything was going to be.”
“Chris, look. We’re gonna have to trust each other.” Chris began to squeak in protest, but Shannon just ignored him and continued. “I know at times things of gotten a little....carried away.”
That’s an understatement, Chris thought to himself.
“But I do want to make sure that you enjoy this. You just need to take advantage of your situation. Try to think about things you COULD do now that your tiny. Just, you know, let me be your genie, your wish is my command.”
Chris did nothing but give Shannon a funny look. Some genie, he thought, she’s been treating me like SHE’S the master and I’m the genie — slave is much better word for what I am.
“So, what do you say?” Shannon pushed. “Can you at least TRY to trust me?”
“Shannon,” Chris relented, “it's not that I don't WANT to go trust you, it's just that....your always pestering me, even before today, and you haven't exactly had the best track record now that I’m this small. I don't want to end up drowning under some giant wave, or get sucked into a drain, or something.”
“I won't let that happen, Chris,” Shannon reassured, “Please, believe me. I've been thinking over the situation and I've got an idea.”
“I’m not sure I can take too many more of your ideas,” Chris whined.
“Chris?” Shannon scolded impatiently.
“Alright, fine,” Chris sighed with apprehension, “What is it?”
“It’s a surprise,” Shannon cooed with excitement, “but I'll only tell you if you say that you trust me.”
Obviously, Chris didn’t trust her, but he was completely at her mercy. He didn't really want to know what she was going to do to him if he said ‘no’, and he REALLY didn’t want to be between Shannon’s toes again, or under her ass for that matter, especially after they just had chili for lunch. Besides, if he said ‘yes’, things might not be so bad.
Yeah, right! He was gonna get squished, he just knew it! But what could he do? The true weight of the situation scared the hell out of him! He didn’t want to die! This was the last straw!
“All right, Shannon,” Chris relented. “I’ll give you one more chance! But if anything else happens, you and I are done! I’ll sit and do nothing all week, no matter what you say or do!”
“You sure are brave for someone who’s less than an inch tall!” Shannon said dubiously. “And you’re not exactly in a position to make demands!”
Chris gulped hard, afraid of the punishment he was about to receive.
“But....you’re right,” Shannon relented. “I don’t want anything to happen to you, little boy. I accept your terms; I really do want us both to have fun this week, Ok?”
“Alright,” Chris said calmly, “I’m trusting you with my life....literally. So, what’s your idea?”
“First, we go upstairs,” Shannon started, “I need to gather the things I need and get my swimsuit on.”
“Fine, how about I just wait here for you to get back,” Chris suggested.
“Nope,” Shannon objected, “you’re coming too. I promised you I would be more careful and take care of you. I’m not letting you out of my sight; I don't want you get lost or anything. It’s the best way I can keep you safe; you wouldn't want to be eaten by some giant fly, would you?”
Chris thought about it for a moment and actually agreed with her: if Shannon went upstairs and left him alone, there’d be no way that he could get her attention if something DID happen. She promised that she wouldn't lose him again, so she was doing what he had asked.
“All right, Shannon. Let's go!”
Shannon bent over and placed her open palm next to the counter.
“Hop on,” she said coyly.
Chris gave her a dubious look, but this would be the most preferred method of travel to some other areas she could put him. Once he was in her hand, Shannon cupped her hands together gently and, keeping a close eye on her tiny passenger, left the kitchen and headed to the stairs.
The ascension up the stairs this time was actually quite pleasant for Chris. Besides the fact that he wasn't stuck in her ass, Shannon was actually walking quite gently, not trying to stomp, but stepping lightly. With each step, she kept looking down to check on him, slightly cooing, with a loving grin on her face, trying to make sure that she didn’t hurt him.
Finally, once they had reached the top of the stairs, Shannon turned and headed down the hallway to Chris's room. Once there, Shannon carefully set the tiny Chris on the desk, and walked over to her smaller overnight bag where she kept her underwear and other undergarments. She bent over slowly and shook her booty quite provocatively, ensuring that her ass was pointed directly at the shrunken Chris, knowing that he couldn't help but look (and she was right). Chris stared with wide eyes and gaping mouth, but couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling that despite any objections he would have, he was probably going to see a lot more of it....and not in ways he would like.
Shannon slowly stood up straight, giving a provocative "enjoy the view" to the tiny Chris before setting the bag on the bed. She unzipped it and begin ruffling through it quickly before pulling out a one-piece swimsuit.
"Oh, thank God it's not a bikini," Chris said to himself, not wanting to find any more reason to stare at her.
But Chris's self restraint was short lived. After placing the swimsuit on the bed, Shannon crossed her arms, grabbing the bottom of her tank top with crossed arms and slowly lifted it off over her head, exposing her two massive breasts to the tiny boy once again. Chris's tiny boner must've grown twice its size; he tried to look away, but it was hard for him to: he kept focusing on the fact that he'd just been smothered against them less than an hour before.
Shannon threw her tank top on the bed and stood there, staring at the tiny boy over on the desk. She saw that he was not facing her anymore; that's what she got a killer idea. Quickly and quietly she grabbed her panties and, after quickly pulling them off and throwing them onto the bed, she nonchalantly called over to the tiny boy.
"OK, you can look now little man." Shannon said.
"You're decent?" Chris asked nervously.
"Speak up little one, I can’t hear you."
Chris closed his eyes and turned to face the gigantic woman.
"I asked if you were 'decent'!" he shouted.
Shannon, unable to make out Chris’s tiny squeaks, shook her head and walked over towards the dresser.
"You can look now," Shannon giggled, barely making out his tiny shut eyes, "you don't have to be so shy."
Chris slowly reopened his eyes: the image before him was burned into his mind!
Shannon was standing before him completely naked; her huge breasts and hairy pussy in plain view. Chris quickly threw his hands up over his eyes.
"Oh Christ, Shan! "Chris exclaimed.
Shannon started laughing at Chris’s reaction, "I guess that means you peeked."
"I wasn't trying to peek Shannon!" Chris spit back angrily. "You said you were decent! I don't want to see you like that!"
"Why?" Shannon questioned smugly, "I thought you wanted to see me. You saw me with no shirt on just a little while ago, and we.... did have fun earlier. Why is THIS such a big stretch? YOU need to lighten up!"
“I didn’t really have a choice in the matter, nor did I enjoy it!” Chris shouted back, begging for a reprieve. “Now, could you just put your bathing suit on please?"
"Only if you tell me what you think of me like this." Shannon said cutely.
"I told you how I felt. Can't we please put this to rest?"
"Only if you tell me the actual truth Chris. You took that bet because I told you that I was going to take my shirt off for you, so obviously you wanted to see me. And I'm not gonna put on my bathing suit until you tell me what you really think of my body. "
"Shannon, please don't make me do this. It's really embarrassing."
"Come on. It's not that hard for you to say. "
Chris headed to admit it, but as much as he looked away, he couldn't resist staring: it was the first naked woman that he'd ever seen before. He actually wished that Shannon was uglier or a bit more misshapen then she actually was; it would make it a lot easier for him to be disgusted at the site of her, but of course, she wasn't.
Shannon's plus-size stature accentuated her best features: her large yet firm breasts were were quite a sight to behold at Chris's size, and he had just gotten a close-up view; her large butt wiggled back and forth as she walked, as if to say 'come hither. Shannon's body gave her a certain hotness that Chris found it very hard to resist. He silently cursed his hormones.
Shannon knew exactly how to press Chris's buttons; she knew that deep down he wanted to see her like this, despite the fact that she was over twice his age.
"I....I think you look really....hot." Chris stammered. "There, I said it."
"What's that little one?" Shannon replied, "Speak up! You're so small, I can barely hear you."
"I said you're hot!" Chris frustratedly shouted.
"I knew you couldn't resist silly boy." Shannon giggled in her cute voice. She finally put on her bathing suit, pulling the straps up over her shoulders and moved from the dresser nearby to just adjacent to the desk on which the tiny boy was standing.
The giantess’s sudden approach had Chris backing away in fear, tripping over his feet in the process, and falling onto his butt.
Shannon was checking herself out in the full-length mirror sitting between Chris's desk and the chest of drawers, turning back and forth, running her hands down the smooth, taught fabric of her bathing suit, and admiring her ass. Perfect, she thought to herself.
Meanwhile, Chris braced himself as the giantess less than a foot away was checking herself out, not realizing that she was making a slight breeze with every turn of her giant body, being just the right height that his view alternated between her ass and her crotch.
Shannon could faintly hear Chris squeaking, but couldn’t understand him. Even though she was able to hold conversations with the tiny Chris, Shannon had to concentrate completely on the exchange to understand him. Somewhat ironically, even though she had had him in her panties before when she cooked lunch, she was fully aware of where he was and intent on listening; now, she couldn’t hear him over on the desk, just a few feet away. Of course, Chris was an inch tall then, and currently less than 1/4 inch, so the loss in height was just enough to make him inaudible. Thus, Shannon had to concentrate 100% AND pay close attention to listen for Chris’s tiny squeaks; otherwise, she couldn’t hear him, despite him being right next to her. Any noise at all covered up Chris’s voice, and if he was too far away from her ears, forget about hearing anything at all.
Of course, Chris’s size also meant it was easy for Shannon to ignore him when she wanted, which was exactly what she was doing, figuring he was begging her to stop checking herself out in the mirror. Finally, Shannon squatted next to the desk, her giant face directly in front of the tiny boy.
Chris recoiled at the giant smiling woman before him as she spoke.
"All right little man," she whispered, giving him a huge grin, "your turn."
"What do you mean my turn?!" Chris replied defensively.
"I mean it's your turn to change."
"Change into WHAT?!" Chris yelled.
"Well, you can't swim in that toga!"
"Yeah, but what do you expect me to wear?"
Shannon's grin got a whole lot wider, and that's when Chris realized exactly what she meant.
"Oh, no! I am NOT swimming naked!"
"You are if you want to go swimming," Shannon stated firmly. "Besides, what do you expect to swim in, little man? They don't exactly make swim trunks in 'micro' size."
"It wouldn't be a problem if you hadn't SHRUNK me!" Chris shouted back. "It's YOUR fault I'm like this!"
"Would you get over it?!" Shannon said, rolling her eyes. "Like it or not, you're tiny for at least the next TWO days. Now strip!"
"Can't we just fashion something?" Chris asked desperately.
"Chris," Shannon responded impatiently, "it's one thing to make up a little toga for you to wear around the house, but it's something completely different to make you something that'll be waterproof. Besides," she added, "it's not like I haven't seen you naked."
"Please don't remind me!" Chris pleaded, extremely embarrassed.
"Look," Shannon said forcefully, "YOU were the one who wanted to go swimming, and I've already thought of a really good way for you to do so, and I didn't go to all this trouble thinking over it for you to chicken out, now strip! It's not like anyone's gonna see you."
"Do you promise not to stare at me all the whole time?" Chris asked humbly.
"I promise," Shannon answered, "now hurry up! I want to get a tan."
Chris relented, slowly and uncomfortably slipping the toga off of his shoulder. He stopped at his waist, holding everything up with both hands while Shannon stared at him with sadistic glee.
Finally, Chris took a deep breath and let go. His toga dropped around his ankles (thankfully, Chris no longer had a boner, so Shannon didn't tease him about it anymore).
Shannon lowered her palm down to the desk.
"Jump on." she said.
Chris hopped her palm and walked toward its center. Once he believed he was safe from falling, he lay down to avoid being jostled about while Shannon slowly walked out of the room.
Down stairs in the kitchen, Shannon sent Chris down on the counter next to the sink.
"Just sit tight," she said sweetly.
"OK," Chris answered back.
Shannon went over to the cabinets to the left of the sink, just below the silverware drawer. She begin ruffling around, eventually pulling out a long, shallow, rectangular, plastic container. She set it on the counter, then opened the silverware drawer and pulled out a bendy straw from the front and set it on the counter as well.
"Shannon, exactly what are you doing?" Chris inquired.
"Just sit tight, little one." she said. "I need to fashion up your swimming pool."
Chris widened his eyes, realizing what she was doing: the container was going to be the swimming pool and she was gonna use the straw to fashion a slide. Shannon cut part of the straw to make the slide, then took the bendy part of the straw and fastened it to the side with some tape, creating a small step ladder.
"There," Shannon said, "I think that'll hold. What do you think?" Chris was actually taken aback; the whole set up was pretty ingenious. He would not only have a chance to swim around in semi-deep water, but might even have some fun on the little slide that Shannon has fashioned. For a moment, Chris thought it was kind a neat to be so small a simple drinking straw could be a fun waterslide, and a Tupperware container an Olympic size swimming pool.
"Well?" Shannon asked again impatiently.
"Huh, what?" Chris asked, snapping back to reality.
"I said, 'what do you think?'" she asked again.
"Oh, sorry," Chris apologized. "I think it'll work out fine."
"Glad you approve," she cooed. "Oh, I almost forgot. We wouldn't want your little body to get sunburned. Stay right here. Don't move. I'll be right back."
Where exactly does she think I can go, Chris thought to himself.
Shannon stepped out of the room for a minute, during which time Chris was admiring the "pool" she had made for him; he felt a tiny bit of guilt. Shannon's idea was actually pretty ingenious, and she'd made it just for him. He quickly shook off his feelings, forcing himself to remember that it was her fault that he was like this now.
After a few minutes, Chris heard Shannon's giant bare feet pounding down the stairs. Somehow he had been completely oblivious to her heading upstairs, and a little irritated that she made such a big deal about leaving him alone a little while before.
Shannon’s feet slapped the kitchen linoleum floor so hard when she finally returned that Chris had to cover his ears.
In one hand was a pair of sunglasses....and a triangular wooden block, which she set on the counter next to Chris. In the other hand were two tubes: one the sunscreen from he upstairs bathroom and the other he couldn't quite recognize. She set them down over on the kitchen table along with her sunglasses, then walked back around the counter to get him.
"This should give you zero entry," Shannon said, placing the block inside the shallow container. "There. Perfect!"
Shannon and Chris both stared at the completed "pool" for a moment, both admiring the work.
"Come on little guy," she then pleasantly whispered.
Her voice was actually soothing as he removed his hands from his ears. Chris relented, scurried across the counter and took a running leaped into Shannon's palm. She cooed at the tiny boy in her hand as she carefully carried him across the kitchen over to the table, gently tipping her palm, and allowing him to safely step off onto the tabletop.
"Just sit tight for a sec," Shannon said as she carefully pulled out a chair to sit in.
Chris could now see what the other bottle was: Suntan lotion; Only about SPF 5 compared to the sunscreen at SPF 30 (the numbers were so huge, Chris couldn't help but read them). Shannon grabbed the suntan lotion and squirted a small heap into her hand. Then she rubbed her hands together and started smearing he lotion onto her arms and up to her shoulders.
Chris watched the giant woman intently as she applied lotion to the rest of her front: around her neck, over her thighs, and down her legs. There was just something sexy about seeing a giant beauty rubbing lotion all over her body.
She then applied a helping onto the tops of her feet. First the left one, with the sole pointed away from Chris, and then the right, giving him a good view of the bottom of her foot as she wiped excess lotion in between her toes.
Shannon grabbed a little more suntan lotion and was about to apply it to her back, but couldn't quite reach over her shoulder. She strained her neck trying to reach over one shoulder and then the other, then, looked back to the tiny Chris, still admiring his naked body.
"I guess maybe I should've waited to shrink you until AFTER you applied lotion to my back," Shannon giggled, crinkling her nose at the tiny boy.
Chris attempted to hide his shame, but Shannon just giggled some more.
"OK little one, your turn." she said anxiously.
Chris wasn't exactly sure what Shannon meant; that's when he heard the slurping sound of the globs of suntan lotion slathered in between Shannon's toes as she wiggled them. Chris gulped, his eyes widening with fear. He could only imagine what Shannon had in store for him, picturing himself drowning in a glob of lotion stuck between her plump toes, while his giant captor wiggled her toes back and forth, laughing with glee, squeezing and squishing him.
"Chris, are you ready?" Shannon beckoned.
Chris slowly raised his eyes back to face of the giantess, humbly folding his hands, trying to evoke pity from the giantess; but seeing only impatience in Shannon's eyes, lowered his gaze back to her foot, swallowed hard, and slowly walked toward his impending doom.
"Chris, what are you doing?" Shannon asked.
"Huh, what?" Chris asked, snapping his head up.
"Where are you going?" she asked, somewhat confused.
"I was...um..." he stammered, his gaze shooting back and forth between Shannon and her toes. He didn't realize that his arm was pointing to her foot, betraying his ignorance.
"Over this way." Shannon directed with her eyes.
Chris had been so distracted that he hadn't noticed that Shannon had placed some squirted a small dollop of sun screen into her the center of her left hand, which was now face up to the right of him on the table.
"What are you pointing at?" she wondered out loud. Shannon's eyes fell upon Chris, and then looked at where he was pointing: her foot. Chris went pale at the realization that he was pointing to her toes.
"You...uh...still have some..." Chris managed to utter, trying to think on his feet. Shannon then realized that he was pointing to the lotion that was still between her toes.
"Oh," she responded, "don't worry. I'll rub in all in once we get you finished."
Chris realized what he'd just done: let Shannon onto the fact that he had been staring at her feet; thankfully, Shannon didn't seem to think twice about it. He breathed a small sigh of relief.
"Well?" Shannon said impatiently.
"Sorry," Chris replied. "I'm ready." Chris approached her hand, carefully climbed up onto her fingers, and made his way towards the center of her palm.
That's when Shannon did something unexpected: with her pinky finger, she lightly dipped a portion of the sunscreen and brought it next to the tiny Chris, gently rubbing his body. Shannon suddenly tapped him on the back causing him to fall into the glob of sunscreen. He thought she was going to drown him now, but instead she gently rolled him around, making sure that she got every part of his tiny body covered with sunscreen.
Chris couldn't believe it: Shannon was actually being gentle with him; she was being kind. It was a refreshing side of her that he didn't see too often.
Shannon did have her moments of kindness, but they were normally few and far between. Even though most of the time she harassed him, or was bossy and overbearing, since he had shrunk, Shannon’s attitude more often than not was actually somewhat sweet. It was as if something about the situation had changed her too. Not perfect by any means, but it was refreshing change from the monster that got him into his current situation, and it was great to see her being playful....well, symbiotically playful anyway.
Chris picked himself up, threw the extra sunscreen into Shannon's palm, and began rubbing in the rest. All the while Shannon was staring at him, cooing. Then, once Chris was done rubbing in the lotion, he stepped back onto the table top.
Shannon worked the remaining lotion between her hands and rubbed the sunscreen, along with the excess lotion from between her toes, over the entirety of her foot. It actually felt pretty good; it had been so long since anyone had given her a proper foot rub and it was going to be hard for Chris to do it at only 1/4 inch tall. Once again, she silently wished she had waited before shrinking him.
After all the excess lotion was gone, Shannon admired her foot, wiggling her toes back and forth. All the while, Chris was staring at her feet in awe. Her foot seemed to glisten in the afternoon light streaming into the room, reflecting off the lotion she had just rubbed into them.
Chris didn't know why exactly, but somehow Shannon's glistening foot, smooth skin, and plump toes were arousing him. He had never felt this way before, the times when she put her feet on him when he was normal sized; but somehow now that he was shrunk, Shannon's feet seemed to be a lot more erotic. In some bazaar fashion, Chris almost wished he COULD be between Shannon's toes again, the lotion smoothing the skin between them as she gently rolled him back and forth like some kind of tiny toy.
Chris let out a melancholy sigh. Why couldn't it be Sue Ann who shrank him? Why couldn't it be HER feet that were arousing him....HER toes that would play with him?
"Well, you ready?" Shannon asked.
Chris snapped back to reality once again. He really needed to stop daydreaming.
"Yeah, I'm ready!"
Shannon she put her foot down back onto the floor and stood up from the table. She walked back over to the counter to grab the makeshift pool and returned, placing it gently on the table, then lowered her palm to collect the tiny Chris.
Chris eagerly hopped into Shannon’s hand and held on tight as she lift him towards the container. Carefully, Shannon rolled Chris off her palm into the Tupperware dish.
“Hold on, kiddo,” she beckoned. Chris complied as Shannon gripped the sides of the container and slowly lifted it towards her body, holding it tight against her stomach.
“All set?” Shannon asked keenly.
“Ready!” Chris responded readily.
Then, ever so carefully, Shannon moved towards the sliding-glass back door, stopping to quickly slip on her flip-flops. And with Chris feeling like a tiny mouse in a plastic cage, Shannon slid the door open, and headed out into the afternoon sun.
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