A Short Story from the Giantess Anthology
New Year’s Eve – Version 1
By Richard C.H. Davies
Warning this story contains: Shrunken Man, giantess unaware, unwilling,
vore
Jamie
was desperately excited. He had been nervously anticipating New Year's Eve
for a long time. He had been planning this amazing gesture. He knew that his
girlfriend, Emma, had a fantasy about shrinking him down, so what better way
to propose to her than doing it when shrunk down.
Apparently
she loved various sizes but he had decided upon the smaller of the range; for
dramatic purposes of course. The size altering device that he had bought from
SizeTech allowed a fun range of sizes for either of them to try out. He was
very excited to do that with her as well.
But
first he had to set it all up. She was just at her parents and two sisters
and would be back anytime soon.
He had
laid out a lovely dress for her on their bed. Then he set up a coffee table
at the end of the bed with a bottle of champagne in a cooler, two glasses,
scattered rose petals on the bed and the table. He set up an essential oil
diffuser with her favourite relaxing fragrances.
The
final touches, he put the ring box down and opened it up, to display the
engagement ring. He fussed over the arrangement for a bit and then decided on
it just being between both glasses of champagne and the bottle.
He then
shrunk down his filled glass of champagne.
He
chuckled. She would love that he had a little glass.
He
filled the large glass of champagne. Finished.
Ah, he
nearly forgot the note.
He
pulled out his handwritten note which had a poem that he had written a few
weeks ago, and the words 'for better or for worse, regardless of my size,
will you marry me?'
He
hoped she would like that.
The
final touch was himself.
He had
tried out the size altering device before on other things. He had tested it
on Inanimate objects, then on a series of animals and then finally himself.
They
had made him do all of this at the SizeTech showroom, which was also a testing
and training centre. It was all part of the regulatory requirements for them
to ensure that the customers had received full training, health checks and
testing on their products before sale could be completed. It was government
regulation requirements now.
He even
had a proficiency certificate, he was a licence holder and had signed a
series of legal disclaimers.
He
suddenly felt a bit nervous, there was no SizeTech technician here to ensure
everything went smoothly. But then he shrugged it off. He had tested it
enough. He was highly proficient with it and they had checked in advance that
his girlfriend wouldn't be shocked by him being size altered.
They
had said that it had led to some accidental fatalities or injuries. They
always advised making the other person aware in advance.
Nothing
for it now, but to go for it and shrink himself.
He
ensured that his rope ladder was securely fixed to the rim of the large
champagne glass.
He sat
on the edge of the coffee table and activated the device, on a tripod in
front of him. He used his smartphone app to target himself, the screen showed
a video image of him. It targeted his body, face and frame.
The app
asked him several questions, sizes, and disclaimers. There were several 'are
you sure?' Questions before it could be triggered.
The
final touch was a biometric reading which he had to do to use the device.
This sent a message back to SizeTech; for their records and tracking of each use.
It also ensured that the customer was using the device.
Activate
now!
He
pressed the button. The display told him to stay very still.
It
started. The devices' fan started to whir, it generated a lot of heat and
needed cooling.
It had
an invisible beam, but he could feel it warming his whole body, it felt quite
pleasant but there was the odd weird tingling sensation. That was all normal.
They
had ironed out so many of the problems of the original technology developed
over two decades ago. This was now a highly regulated; and theoretically safe
product to use.
He
looked around in wonder as his whole environment started to get bigger, as he
shrunk down. He couldn't move his head until it was over, but his eyes were
looking around in amazement.
It took
about twenty minutes for the device to complete its work. A chime told him
delightfully that it was completed and the device switched off.
He had
a wrist strap device that allowed him to reactivate the device and return him
to his size. That was his safety blanket.
He
could now move freely.
He
looked around in utter wonder. He wasn't surprised Emma fantasied about size
changing, it was so cool.
Everything
was absolutely massive and tall around him. Parts of their bedroom looked so
far away.
His
phone was on the table next to him. The screen showed a green display that
the shrinking had been undertaken successfully. It was huge, he could
literally dance over the screen of his own phone if he wanted to.
He
looked behind him, the champagne flute looked like a tower to him. He was
only about ten millimetres tall in height.
He had
to get moving, she could come back any time. He had to get into position.
Adrenaline
pumped through his body. He made his way over to the rope ladder and looked
up.
He felt
a bit nervous now. It was a long way up. He hadn't really thought that
through. It hadn't seemed that much from his original height of 6ft. Oops.
Oh
well, he was committed now. He had to go through with his plan.
He
grabbed hold of the ladder and gave it a firm tug. It held firmly to the
glass. He had been thoughtful enough to leave a large black sponge below the
ladder in case he fell.
It gave
him the confidence he needed to clamber up.
It was
a weird feeling climbing up the rope ladder completely naked.
It was
so cool when he reached the champagne, watching the bubbles snaking their way
to the surface as he climbed along the outer face of the flute.
He
finally reached the top of the glass rim, pulling himself up with some effort
after his climb. He clambered onto the rim of the glass and sat himself on
it.
He
waved his feet with glee, looking down at the bubbling champagne. This was so
cool. Emma was going to love this.
After
quite some time, he wondered where she was. It must have been at least an
hour. He had spent his time looking around the room, taking in how different
everything looked at his size.
He had
tasted the champagne from the rim of the glass where he had poured it. It
tasted different to normal.
He
looked at his wrist strap. It was an hour and a half since shrinking down.
He
heard the front door slam shut downstairs. It made him jump. It was quite a
loud bang.
Oh
dear, she tended to do that when she was drunk. Perhaps her trip to her
family had been a bit more boozy than expected.
He had
told her father and sisters in advance, but sworn to secrecy. Perhaps they
had had a few drinks, without telling her what was happening, to enjoy their
own merriment in anticipation of what was about to happen.
He
could hear her making her way up the stairs. His heart was thumping with
excitement. He unhooked the rope ladder and let it fall with a clatter, it
bounced off the sponge and onto their carpeted floor.
She
would be surprised as to how he managed to get up here.
"Music
and low light," her voice was powerful and loud as she commanded their
House AI, as she entered the bedroom. The music was quite loud, it was
classical music but still, he hadn't accounted for that.
Jamie
watched her enter the room in silent amazement.
She
walked in, slightly less gracefully than her usual smooth hip swaying motion.
She had clearly drunk a bit.
She
looked at the scene in front, she saw the new dress and also the petal
display, the champagne. She quickly went over to the bed and picked up the
dress. She towered above Jamie.
He
simply looked up in awe at her huge size. She was absolutely beautiful. He
was definitely in love with her.
This
was a great idea.
She was
admiring the dress with all the right sounds.
"Wow,"
she said, it was louder than normal.
Jamie
was about to say something when, to his surprise she stripped out of her
clothes, completely.
She
swayed a bit from the booze. He admired the naked body of his girlfriend, in
her glorious huge form.
She
dropped her clothes at her feet and then undid her bra, dropping that as
well. Her breasts bounced as they were released.
Lastly
she lowered her panties and kicked them off.
He felt
himself go hard as he watched her huge naked body towering over him. Her
breasts were massive and protruded from her chest. Her pubic region was
exciting to behold.
This
was utterly awesome, why hadn't they done this before?
He knew
why, the size adjustment technology was bloody expensive, he had spent much
more on it than the ring itself.
She
stepped forwards and picked up the dress, looked down and then saw the
champagne flute.
He
threw his hands up in the air, and shouted out, "will you marry me?"
She
didn't seem to hear.
She was
suddenly transfixed.
She was
looking at the note he had written and picked it up, she read it aloud with
excitement in her eyes, he just looked up at her giant fingers that held the
note above him. Admiring her element fingers and polished nails.
Then
she looked down at the engagement ring in the box.
She
jumped up in the air in excitement and with a squeal. Her breasts bounced
merrily. She staggered backwards slightly; a result of the alcohol no doubt.
He chuckled. It looked all the more clumsy at his vantage point, every
movement was exaggerated one hundred times.
She
steadied herself and reached forwards. Her giant hand descended towards him.
Her giant polished nails reached out at him. He puffed out his chest and
smiled up at her.
Then
the huge hand silently sailed past him and down towards the ring box.
He
looked down in disappointment, following her hand. Her fingers wrapped around
the ring and she picked it up. He looked back up at her face, she wasn't
looking at him, she hadn't seen him.
Her
forearm accidentally nudged the side of the champagne flute.
It
caught him completely by surprise. His whole environment suddenly jerked.
His
brain and body had two instinctive reaction options, either tumble over
backwards outside the flute and drop quite far to, hopefully, land on the
sponge. Or drop inside the drink in the glass.
It
wasn't a conscious decision for him to fall forwards with an uncontrolled
roll and splash into the still fizzing champagne.
Jamie's
eyes were wide with surprise at suddenly landing in the cool liquid. He
turned his body underwater and kicked off the bottom, swimming to the surface
as quickly as possible.
He
broke the surface with a big splash and took a deep breath of air. He
spluttered and splashed around, treading water.
He
looked upwards, realising he was now inside the glass, it's sides were tall
and smooth.
He
looked up for Emma. He could see her through the glass. She was giggling,
trying on the ring, admiring the ring on her hand. Completely oblivious to
his shrunken state or new predicament.
"Emma,
Emma, help me, help me out of here," he spluttered. Then he shouted it
again. He shouted and shouted. Between the music and her excitement she was
completely unaware.
Giant
finger pads suddenly clasped around the outside of the glass. He could see
the detail of her fingerprints.
The
liquid swilled around with him in it as the glass was suddenly lifted up in
the air. Everything seemed to spin a bit, the liquid sloshed from side to
side, throwing him about, bobbing in the centre.
He was
saved though, he was thankful for that at least.
He
looked upwards, expecting to see her grateful and excited face looking down
at him.
Her
face was above the circular opening of the glass and drawing nearer, but she
was looking down at something.
"Emma!"
He shouted up, in case she hadn't realised he was in there. "Emma, I'm
in the glass, I'm shrunken down!" She didn't look at him.
The
glass continued to be lifted towards her face. Her giant eyes were directed
at something else. He followed them. She was holding her phone, texting
someone. He strained to see. She was texting her sisters. She was engaged!!!
Her hand holding the phone had the engagement ring on.
She
couldn't really be engaged without her fiancé being physically there, surely,
he looked up at the giant face.
Oh god,
she's drunk too much, she's got caught up in the moment... He suddenly
realised the threat to him as her giant lips loomed towards the end of the
glass flute and pressed against it.
The
giant top lip opened upwards, revealing a dark tunnel.
"Noooo!"
He shrieked out. "Emma, no, I'm inside the glass. I'm inside the
champagne..." He spluttered as the glass was tipped forwards and the
champagne suddenly swilled towards the mouth. In her slightly drunken state
she tipped it hard. The liquid splashed against her mouth.
He hit
her top lip, winding him slightly. He looked upwards. Her giant nostrils were
above him. He couldn't see her eyes clearly. He couldn't get her attention
with eye contact.
He
tried to shout again but another wave of champagne hit him.
He felt
a sudden strong pull of tidal pressure beneath him. The level of champagne
was lowering, a wet tide mark was forming on her skin above her lip.
He swam
quickly and grabbed hold of the creases of her lip.
He
gasped and tried to shout again, but the champagne tide tugged at him and
dragged him downwards. His fingertips tried to clutch at the surface of the
lips but he slipped downwards.
The top
lip followed him downwards and he saw the glass move away. The liquid
disappeared and he was stuck to her top lip. He cried out, just as he was
pressed against the lip by a warm and wet substance.
He
looked over his shoulder in shock, and then horror, as he saw the lumpy
surface of her giant tongue as it licked over her top lip, it pressed against
his back, carrying him with it.
With a
cry of panic, he was carried inside the giant mouth on top of the surface of
the tongue. He watched in helpless horror as her chalk white teeth sailed
past him, and he was retracted inside the giant mouth.
He
could hear loud noises of her body, her stomach gurgling, her breathing, her
hear. A moan of satisfaction from her, almost deafeningly loud.
Movement
caught his eye, he rolled onto his side, got up on all fours and started to
run back to the entrance, on the wet squishy tongue, just as the glass was
returned to her lips.
A fresh
wave of champagne splashed into the mouth. It caught him in the chest and he
was carried to the back of the giant mouth, yelping and then spluttering.
He felt
his head hit something soft and bouncy and then he was sucked downwards into
her throat, he screamed as loudly as he could as he descended down the dark,
humid and moist tube.
*
Emma
couldn't believe her sudden joy. What an amazing night.
She
took a long sip of champagne as she waited for Jamie to suddenly appear and
surprise her. She was texting her sisters the great news.
She had
expected Jamie to be there, he had left all of these things out for her.
Perhaps he was hiding somewhere?
She
felt the champagne really tingling on her top lip. She took the glass away
from her mouth and licked her tongue over the top of her lip, savouring the
champagne.
She
felt the tingling move to her tongue, she enjoyed the sensation. Then decided
that she had better go and see where Jamie was, so she opened her mouth again
and downed the rest of the glass, swallowing her mouthful with a big gulp.
She
felt a bit of a lump hit the back of her throat and travel down her throat,
but put it down to how fast she had gulped the champagne down.
She
hunted around the house for him, couldn't find him anywhere. His clothes were
in the bedroom and his phone was on the table.
She
found that to be very strange.
She
didn't notice the new tripod size adjustment machine against the wall behind
the door.
She did
feel a bit giddy though as the alcohol worked its way through her system.
She
decided it would be best to go to bed, she had quite a lot to drink tonight,
Jamie would perhaps come and surprise her. She would happily give him a gift
that he would enjoy, but for now, she needed to have her sleep.
She
clambered into bed and swiftly fell into a deep sleep.
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