Summary: My latest serial, MIDWINTER SHRINKER is a novella of shrinking, capture, handling and some abuses, with a bit of vore in the mix. A seasonal tale, we've got an isolated winter lodge and a couple of women in an imbalance of power... Here's the full blurb:
Carmel Whethers is about to get caught out in a storm.
Literally.
Travelling home through the mountains for the holidays,
Carmel takes a pitstop with life-changing consequences. There’s a strange storm
brewing – one that makes her suddenly shrink.
Worse, she encounters a female trucker ready to take full
advantage of the situation.
Captured by the brash but beautiful Liberty, Carmel is
carried away to an isolated winter lodge.
As they wait out the terrible night, Liberty quickly abuses
her new position of power. And when more people start to shrink, the
giantess-like trucker’s games twist from saucy to deadly…
A fast, chilling and spicy winter’s shrinking adventure with
a lot of handling, peril and some small people on the menu – read Midwinter
Shrinker today!
It's currently running weekly on Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/posts/midwinter-ch-1-91709932), set to finish Dec. 22nd, and due out as an eBook in all major stores 27th December. I'll release it here temporarily over the next month or so, too, so enjoy it while it lasts!
Categories: Adult 30-39,
Entrapment,
Insertion,
Lesbians,
Vore,
Mouth Play,
Feet,
Young Adult 20-29 Characters: None
Growth: Brobdnignagian (51 ft. to 100 ft.)
Shrink: Doll (12 in. to 6 in.), Lilliputian (6 in. to 3 in.)
Size Roles: F/f, F/m
Warnings: Following story may contain inappropriate material for certain audiences
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 8
Completed: Yes
Word count: 19125
Read: 14987
Published: December 12 2023
Updated: February 27 2024
1. Chapter 1 by tecks
2. Chapter 2 by tecks
3. Chapter 3 by tecks
4. Chapter 4 by tecks
5. Chapter 5 by tecks
6. Chapter 6 by tecks
7. Chapter 7 by tecks
8. Chapter 8 by tecks
Carmel Whethers entered
the gas station with her arms huddled around her against the cold, her short,
white puffy jacket not enough in these subzero temperatures. Another in a
series of mistakes she was chastising herself for. It had been foolish to leave
Edmonton to check on their office in the mountains, with snow driving in ahead
of the holidays. But she’d wanted to handle their end-of-year summaries
personally, even if it turned out they were generally on top of things. Now,
she felt even more stupid returning via
these increasingly dangerous roads, as the storm outside picked up. But she was
here now, halfway back, and if she could drive through the night she might make
Edmonton by dawn. She had to: with the amount of snow coming down, there might
not be any road left to use tomorrow. That, and tomorrow was Christmas, though
she didn’t think Jake would be there even if she did show.
But it was doable. She
just needed to warm up a bit, get herself and the car fuelled, and avoid
skidding down a mountainside.
Carmel stamped snow off
her boots and blew on her hands, then smiled coldly to the spotty clerk behind
the counter, serving a guy in a bright red hunting vest and a tartan
deerstalker. The clerk barely acknowledged her but the guy, thin-faced with a
crooked nose and a lazy eye, gave her an unpleasant wink. Carmel brushed that
off to go find the coffee machine. As she waited for it to spew her murky
drink, she scoped out the chocolate section.
“What’s a pretty lady
like you doing way out here in the dead of night?” the man asked from a
distance, ambling away from the cashier. Carmel rolled her eyes and said
nothing, hoping not engaging would make him lose interest. He stayed down the
end of the aisle, but said, “You got a pantsuit on under that? Look like you
should be in the city, honey.”
She should be in the city, he was right
about that. She had no business braving the wilderness this time of year –
hadn’t packed warm enough or planned where to stay. She’d just had to make sure
they went into New Year on the right foot; with the mountain office all in
line, she could focus fully on the Edmonton branch and hit January running. She
could hit things even harder if Jake wasn’t around, she supposed. Perhaps it
was for the best she’d received those unhappy messages from him saying maybe
she shouldn’t even bother coming back for the holiday.
The deerstalker man
grunted with disappointment at her lack of response, but was half-smiling, not
quite done. He had already paid, should be leaving, but instead he turned to
browse a shelf of what looked like baby formula. Pretending, waiting her out.
Carmel’s blood chilled
a little. She did not want to exit ahead of him, to be out in that bleak night
with a man waiting to follow her. She took her coffee and moved down the next
aisle, prepared to spend the absolutely maximum amount of time inspecting the
chocolate options.
Carmel blew on her
coffee and idly scanned bars branded with wrappers that looked decades old.
Coffee Crisp, Eat-More. She took a sip of her drink and gasped – too hot, and
beyond cheap. The man snickered somewhere beyond the shelves, apparently
listening for her. There was a downside to losing Jake, she supposed. He could
be an asshole, but at least when he was around it kept other assholes away.
As Carmel side-stepped
along the shelves, mind wandering too much to make a decision, she heard
another engine pull up outside, a door opening. Another trucker to contend with
– she’d best pay up and leave. But as the entry bell rang and the newcomer stomped
in, Carmel’s vision blurred. She lowered her drink, blinking, suddenly
light-headed. The man said something to the newcomer, but the words were
unclear to Carmel, as if she was hearing through water. She tried to steady
herself, wobbling on her feet, and worriedly focused on the coffee.
Had she been drugged?
She pushed it away from
her, onto the shelf, as her legs went weak. Carmel grabbed at the shelf for
support. Her hand missed, and she watched with alarm as her arm swung through
air, unable to reach the shelf. She had a terrible sinking feeling – no, a falling feeling, and saw the tiles under
her feet rushing towards her. Expanding. She stifled the urge to scream, and
instead gritted her teeth, pushing her hands down ahead of the rising floor,
braced for impact.
The swaying stopped
there, though, and Carmel found herself steady again. Her vision swirled back
into focus and she lifted her hands to check they were still there. Clear
before her face. But . . . the floor beyond them looked vast. The shelf was
gone, replaced by a scuffed, metal wall. She looked up. It wasn’t a wall: above
the metal sat a pack of chips, a story high. Carmel stepped back and shrieked –
before clamping a hand over her mouth.
The shelves were still there, they were just much,
much bigger. They towered all the way into the sky. Carmel checked one way and
then the other, seeing how far they stretched, and shook with a horrific
realisation: she was tiny. She could just make out the coffee cup far above,
barely perched on a shelf maybe forty feet high. The cup itself, which had been
small in her hand mere moments ago, was big enough for her to climb into. Had she been drugged? Was this an
extreme hallucination? It felt real.
A big shadowy movement
drew her eye to the right as someone stepped into her aisle and Carmel reacted
without thinking, diving for the shelving unit. She climbed quickly over the
bottom rail and squeezed between bags of chips, then stopped dead, trying not
to rustle them. Breathing hard, she peered carefully out of the gap to watch
the man in the deerstalker stop at the end of the aisle.
He was a giant. From
this angle, at her height, his hiking boots looked as big as cars. The chunks
of snow and mud on them were bigger than bits of Carmel’s body. His jeans were
tatty, thick sails of denim climbing up to a huge body – where he’d seemed wiry
before, he now looked impossibly powerful. Terrifying.
The smirk on his face
twisted to a frown as he checked the aisle. He looked over his shoulder, then
scratched his head, confused. Carmel held her breath, willing him to go, just
get the hell out of here. With a hum of irritation, he moved off towards the
exit, apparently thinking he’d been tricked and she’d somehow slipped out
unseen.
Carmel shuddered with
relief and slipped out from between the chip packets to climb back down to the
tile floor. She doubled over, hands on her knees, feeling like she might vomit.
The stress passed, though, as she breathed slowly and deeply. Finally, she
straightened herself up and scanned the opposite direction down the aisle,
towards the counter. Someone was moving there, stepping about, but no one was
in sight, just confectionery on one side and immense refrigerator doors on the
other.
However this had
happened, Carmel needed a plan. She couldn’t get back to her car, wouldn’t be
able to drive. She needed to get help. She checked her pockets, but all she had
was her purse. Wincing, she cursed herself for leaving the phone in the car – locked
in its holder to be used as a SatNav.
Well. There was the
spotty clerk. The young man could easily be commanded to assist her, but seemed
unhelpful and was quite possibly untrustworthy. If the coffee had made her
shrink, then the staff might be involved. Carmel searched for a camera – was she
being watched now? Was it some kind of sick trap?
When she turned back,
another giant shape was emerging into the aisle, and this time it appeared too
quickly for Carmel to hide. She went rigid at the sight of the enormous person,
who took a second to spot her before freezing as well.
A woman.
She looked like a
trucker, too, in a checked flannel shirt and a red and white baseball cap, but
her long legs were mostly on show, with denim hot pants cut off barely below
the pockets, and her trucker’s shirt was tied in a knot under her considerable
breasts. She had a white top on underneath the shirt but it was cut low on her
chest, a lot of cleavage on show, and her shirtsleeves were rolled up, showing
off an elaborate snake tattoo on one forearm. She was pretty in an
unconventional way, with a sharp nose and freckles, a bunch of piercings in her
left ear, ginger hair hanging in wavy strands out from under her cap, down to
her shoulders. The incongruous appearance of this woman, appearing in the
winter night dressed like she belonged at a Texas rodeo, was almost as
surprising as her immense size, a fifty-foot titan. The combination locked
Carmel in place.
For her part, the
trucker woman gawked at Carmel with her mouth open in a little, startled O,
about equally startled. It gave Carmel hope. Not a man, not someone who worked
here; this stranger could potentially help. Carmel readied herself to say
something, to take charge. This young woman was her way out of here.
“Excuse me. I’m going
to need you to help me,” Carmel called out.
The woman looked aside,
checking the clerk was where he should be, then back to Carmel. She stepped
closer and Carmel skipped two steps back at the sight of such a huge woman
approaching. The woman paused again, eyes widening as she confirmed Carmel was
real and alive, and she mouthed, barely whispering, “What the fuck?”
Carmel cleared her
throat, readying to speak, but the woman’s expression shifted. Her mouth
relaxed into a smile, her eyes narrowed with a glint of mischief. Carmel
suddenly had a very bad feeling about her, and stiffened. Then the giantess
moved quickly towards her. Carmel gave a startled cry and charged for the cover
of the shelf. She got her hands on the metal base and pulled herself up as the
woman’s boots thumped up behind her. As she shoved her way between two immense
bags of chips, the one on her right was pulled away, and Carmel tripped onto
her side. She twisted on her rear and started backtracking across the shelf,
raising her hands to ward off the woman, whose crouching body entirely blocked
the way back.
The trucker leaned in,
massive face smiling with predatory delight, her hand raising and huge fingers
spreading.
“No! Get away!” Carmel
cried, her voice tiny. She backed into another bag of chips, nowhere left to
go, and the giant’s slender hand wrapped around her. Fingers as thick as
Carmel’s legs encircled her chest and gut, curling closed with a bracing
squeeze. She pushed at the top one, trying to lever it off, with no effect –
then she was lifted, carried into the light. Carmel’s stomach lurched as the
woman rested back in a squat, holding her up to her face – maybe thirty feet
high now. Despite the daunting fall, Carmel kept pushing at the finger, saying,
“Put me down! You’ll be in a lot of trouble!”
“Well, shit,” the woman
said with a thick Southern accent. Definitely did not belong here. Her smile
spread to a white-toothed grin as she studied Carmel. Another giant hand came
up, and a big finger pushed Carmel’s head to one side. She swatted at that, as
her head was rotated, then her hair stroked. Her captor whispered, “Ain’t you
the cutest.”
“Stop it!” Carmel
rasped. As the second hand retreated, she rested her own hands on the fingers
that held her, shakily looking into the giant woman’s face. “Listen. I’m a real
person, I’m –”
“I can see that,” the
woman whispered, with another glance in the direction of the counter. She bit
her lower lip as the massive orbs of her eyes found Carmel again, with a
playful, dangerous expression. She said, “I am definitely keeping you.”
“What?” Carmel
exclaimed, but her stomach lurched again as the woman stood, hurtling her
higher. She hung on tight to the top finger, legs dangling perilously free, and
before she could properly process the woman’s words or where she was going she
was quickly swept around to an expanse of denim. Carmel yelped as she
approached the immense curve of the woman’s bum, and feebly struggled as she
was shoved into a rear pocket. She tumbled into darkness, kicking and pushing,
and the hand kept firm hold as she was pressed into soft fabric with a great,
plushy wall against one shoulder. Carmel squirmed, feeling her head and
shoulder sinking into that wall – the woman’s butt cheek – the fearsome
indignity, on top of the terror!
She had no time to
dwell on it, as her captor quickly walked on. Carmel bounced up and down in the
pocket, even with the hand holding her in place, hitting her head and arms
against the woman’s behind. She heard the woman opening a fridge door, picking
some items, hurrying to the counter. When the woman said something to the
clerk, Carmel shifted, readying to shout for help, but somehow predicting it
the giantess squeezed her tighter, knocking the air from her lungs. She wheezed
and went limp, and the gas stop doors beeped, opened and closed.
A howl of wind rushed
over them, and the woman’s boots crunched through snow before a vast door
opened and Carmel was finally pulled free from the pocket. She took in a
desperate gasp of freezing outside air before she was released, tossed from the
hand, and screamed as she flew onto a wide, dark platform. Carmel hit a padded
surface, rolled over dark fabric, and came to a panting stop. On her back,
shaking and terrified, she looked up towards the ceiling of a truck cab a vast
distance above, a wall of giant car seat behind her, and a great sky of
windscreen ahead. The giantess shoved a shopping bag noisily into the
foot-well. Carmel sat up as the door slammed shut, then she leapt to her feet
and ran, to jump on the handle, get back out. She skidded to the edge of the
seat, though, and realised the handle was well above her head height, and she
wasn’t even confident she could jump the gap to the door.
Another door opened and
she spun around to find the woman on the far side of the cab. She’d thrown
Carmel in the passenger seat and was climbing in to drive. Carmel hurried
towards her and shouted, “What are you doing? You can’t just take me.”
The truck engine came
to life as the woman turned the key, a monstrous rumble that shuddered through
Carmel, frightening her quiet. The woman’s hand came close again and Carmel
gave another shriek, but it only found the shift stick and got into gear. Then
they were moving, reversing, turning.
“Hey!” Carmel shouted,
heart racing faster as the opportunity for rescue diminished. She was being
taken away from her car, from her phone, from the chance of anyone knowing
where she was or what had happened. “What are you doing?”
The woman gave her a
smirk, looming hugely above her from the other seat, then reached down again.
This time, she went right over the stick and Carmel turned to run. The huge
fingers curled around her torso and lifted her, and the woman drove with one hand
as she held Carmel up near shoulder height with the other. She glanced between
her captive and the road ahead, and Carmel checked out the windscreen herself:
it was dark, even with the truck’s huge headlights, and a blanket of snow
twirled before them, the thin strip of road barely visible.
“I already told you,” the
woman said, sounding amused. “I’m keeping you.”
End Notes:
If you want more now you can find it on Patreon here https://www.patreon.com/posts/midwinter-ch-1-91709932 - otherwise I'll post Ch 2 next week.
“What’s your name,
then?” the giant woman asked, leaning her wrist against the steering wheel as
she drove. Carmel was grasped in her hand as casually as if she were a bottle
of water. It was very hot in the truck, warmed by roaring fans, making sense of
the woman’s scant clothing despite the weather outside.
Carmel choked on an
answer, wanting to demand she put her down, let her go, restore her to her
normal size. All that came out in the end was an honest, “Carmel.”
“That’s pretty. Like
caramel. You sweet like caramel?”
“I’m a person. You
can’t just pick up – you can’t just take me!”
The woman raised a
curious eyebrow. “Don’t make much sense, saying I can’t do things I already
done, does it? Look here” – she shook her hand slightly, making Carmel’s legs
swing and eliciting a sharp cry – “think I can do what I want with you.” She
laughed. “And person or not, you’re about the size of something I could gulp
all the way down my throat, if you know what I’m saying. Or you might fit some
other places.”
Carmel felt the colour
flood from her face and the giant woman laughed, a sound so frighteningly loud
she grabbed onto the top finger again for support.
“Oh man,” the woman
went on. “Makes it even more fun that you’re an uptight little number. But I
bet you are sweet. Bet you taste just like caramel. We’re gonna have some fun.”
“What did you do to
me?” Carmel asked, straining to keep her voice calm, in control.
The woman gave her
another amused look, then shook her head, focusing back on driving. From
Carmel’s perspective, the road ahead was barely visible, the snow so thick it
had reduced the view to a soft white noise. It swallowed the headlight beams
barely a few metres ahead, no sign of trees or the cliff edges Carmel had been
so carefully avoiding. They were driving fast, though, bumping along, the woman
seemingly unbothered by the lack of visibility.
“I asked you a
question,” Carmel said.
“Name’s Liberty, by the
way,” the woman said, rather than answer. “Pleased to make your acquaintance.
I’m a long-haul delivery driver, just out making a buck on Christmas Eve. I
didn’t do shit to you. Yet.”
Carmel was quiet,
unsure what was worse: that this giantess might not have deliberately trapped
her this way, or that she was the sort of woman whose instincts, faced with the
impossible sight of a shrunken person, were to snatch her and run. But if it was
the latter – Carmel thought out loud, “You can’t turn me back?”
“Nope,” Liberty said.
“I’m guessing this wasn’t deliberate then? You’re not some size-shifting
superhero got stuck in one shape? What’d you run into a witch or something?”
“I just stopped for
some coffee. I don’t know what happened.”
Liberty nodded, all
this seeming perfectly reasonable to her. She pointed her free hand to the sky
they couldn’t see. As she did, it flashed blue. Somewhere behind all the snow,
thunder sounded. “This is a rare kinda storm, you know? Snow and lightning together.
Reckon that might’ve done it?”
“Shrunk me?”
“Yeah.”
Carmel stared out at
the hideous weather and wondered herself. “I thought it might’ve been the
coffee. A drug.”
“Uh-huh. Guess I can
see that. But that brat back there didn’t look particularly clued up on
anything. Figure he would’ve been paying attention if he was in on it. Maybe
someone messed with it in passing, just because they could.” Liberty
interrupted her musings with a grunt. “Look, I hate to admit to this, but I’m
gonna have to stop. This is some weather you do not fuck with, and it’s only
getting worse. There should be a hotel a mile or two on.”
Carmel shifted in the
giant woman’s grip, as if she might spot the building through the blanket snow.
Stopping was a good thing; the further she travelled with Liberty, away from
her car and where this change had happened, the worse her chances.
“But we are gonna have
some fun, Carmel,” Liberty announced,
lifting her higher in celebration, with a little hoot. Carmel held on, stiff.
“I tell you, I’m on this road, in this sweaty cab, all day every day, with only
my radio and a sore ass for company. Now I got someone to talk to, to keep me
entertained. Shoot, even if we gotta stop, got someone to share a bed with and
all.” She laughed again and Carmel couldn’t tell if it was because it was a
joke or just because she was happy.
“Liberty,” Carmel
ventured cautiously, “I’m about six inches tall.”
“Some men think that’s
big,” Liberty quipped.
“I mean. This is
impossible. It’s unreal. You can’t just – I mean – don’t you want to know what
happened? Can’t you help me?”
Liberty shrugged,
expressively, and Carmel couldn’t help noticing how it made her massive breasts
bounce. She squirmed again, at once disgusted and intrigued by the sight of the
canyon of a cleavage beneath her feet. The giantess said, “Maybe we’ll get to
that later, maybe we won’t. I’ve seen a lot of weird stuff out on the road,
Carmel, I try to just roll with it.”
“Alright. But this is a
story to tell, isn’t it? If you rescue me.”
“No interest in people
talking about me. Nope, none at all, thank you. All the more reason to keep
moving along.”
“Well. People will
notice I’m missing. They’ll check the camera footage and see you took me. This
is kidnapping.”
“Oh come off it, you
ain’t no kid. And I doubt they even had a camera in there. At the counter
maybe, but those places they hardly got any systems worth a damn. Besides
which, no one’s gonna find me. Why
you think I drive, Carmel? No fixed address, no identification, always pay cash
– only thing I got that they can track is my license plate, and I got three
spares in the back.” She thumped the seat behind her to indicate the rear of
the truck. “No, sir, we are in the clear. You and me, Carmel, we are free as
birds.”
“No, I have a life to go back to, people
depending –”
The truck jerked as
Liberty braked, cutting Carmel off. The giantess whistled and laughed again,
turning the wheel and continuing slowly. Out the window, there was no sign of
what had changed, only great white swathes of snow.
“Almost missed it,”
Liberty said, slowing down. “We’ll be there in a second so guess it’s time for
some ground rules. You keep quiet and I’ll treat you nice. Cause a fuss and I’m
treat you bad.”
“What? Liberty –”
“Say yes, you
understand.”
“But –”
“Say yes, Carmel, or
maybe I’ll just have my fun with you right here in the truck and leave it at
that.”
Despite the heat in the
cab, Carmel felt herself go cold all over again, both at the imminent threat
and the suggestion of what that “fun” was. She could hear the serious edge to
Liberty’s tone though, and didn’t dare provoke her, so mumbled, “Yes.”
“At-a-girl.” Liberty
smiled, then nodded ahead. “Here we are. You can ride in the day bag, just
don’t move or say anything, okay? I’m serious, I’ll squash you like a snake if
you make me.”
Carmel believed her –
believed that she probably had squashed snakes in the past – and kept quiet as
they stopped. The snow was just thin enough, and the building bright enough,
for her to make out an imposing, timber-framed facade with lattice windows and
a peaked roof, reminiscent of a ski lodge. A car sat out front, with snow piled
on top, and alongside it a big pickup truck. Carmel frowned as she recognised
it: the vehicle had been at the gas stop. That creepy man.
Liberty parked
abruptly, jolting Carmel and making something in the back thump. The giantess
winced at the sound and muttered, “Hope that’s okay.” Then she killed the
engine and placed her hand with Carmel down on the passenger seat to take her
weight as she shifted to grab her shopping bag from the foot-well. She shoved a
few other bits from around the cab into it, then straightened up to lift Carmel
over the opening. She paused briefly to say, “Be good in there. And don’t touch
my booze. That’s for later.”
Carmel was about to
reply, to insist she would be good,
to get her well onside, but Liberty wasn’t interested, tossing her down into
the bag. She fell with a yelp but landed on a bundled pile of fabric, which she
sank into as the plastic walls of the bag scrunched closed above her. Liberty
opened the door and got out, the bag swaying like a swing, and Carmel shoved
her hands down in the fabric to steady herself. Again she heard the wind howl,
the storm as fierce as ever, as Liberty ran to the building entrance. Carmel
bounced in the bag, taking in the contents: she was in what appeared to be a
scrunched-up pile of clothes, and cringed at the elastic waistband of some
off-white cotton panties. There was a toothbrush bobbing next to her, about as
long as her body, but the centerpiece of the bag was a great square bottle of
vodka. It tilted side to side and Carmel watched it warily, in case it should
fall on her.
It got quieter as the
door closed out the sound of the wind. Liberty stomped through the hotel’s
entrance hall. Jingling Christmas music came out of speakers, and somewhere
nearby a fire gently crackled.
“Room for one?” Liberty
called out. “Hell of a storm picking up.”
“I’m glad you stopped
in,” a receptionist replied, sounding young and cheerful. “It’s awful out
there, no one should be driving.” A woman. Carmel’s heart jumped at the sound
of her voice: definitely someone that would help. Most likely a person better
able to take instructions than a rebellious trucker. Carmel shifted to see
through a gap in the bag. She couldn’t see the woman, but took in a
high-ceilinged space with its grand wooden beams, faux-fur-lined sofa suites
and hunting trophies decorated by small scatterings of festive tinsel and fairy
lights.
“Just as well you’re
here,” Liberty replied. “And such a darling place, manned by a darling face.
What they doing hiding you away in the mountains?” She read a name tag and
added, “Simone?”
The receptionist
giggled, but replied professionally, to offer a room down the hall. Carmel
wasn’t listening, focusing on how flirtatious Liberty sounded. Was this trucker
actually gay? It gave her teasing
comments a more troubling edge.
The bag bounced again
with Liberty’s movements, and it seemed they had their room key and the
receptionist was leading the way. Simone explained, a few paces ahead, “I’m
afraid our chef couldn’t get in this evening so the kitchen’s closed, but there
may be some snacks in the minibar. We’re not fully stocked, though. Mind the
step, you’re just through here. If you need anything, hit 0 on the room phone.”
“I definitely will,”
Liberty promised. “Reckon we could both use some company on this hellish
night.” Carmel’s stomach clenched a little tighter.
“Thank you, but I’ve
got plenty to keep me busy,” Simone replied politely, though not entirely
without interest. “Have a nice night, ma’am.”
“I intend to.” Liberty
went into the room and leant her back against the door, exhaling loudly. She
stayed there, listening as Simone walked away.
The receptionist
knocked on another door and called out, “Mr Gerard, I have your spare pillow.”
“She’s a doll,” Liberty
whispered, pulling the carrier bag open to treat Carmel to a view of her huge
chest from below. A massive hand reached in and Carmel tried vainly to crawl
out of the way. She was caught by the waist and lifted up. Liberty smiled. “Wouldn’t
mind a little piece of that one, but you’re no sourpuss yourself.”
Settled in their room
now, with nothing else in the way, the giantess looked even more eager than
before. Ready to do something terrible.
“Liberty,” Carmel said,
trying to sound firm even as she was held helplessly in the woman’s massive
hand. She handled people all the time for work; it was what she did. Use a personal name, speak plainly,
clearly, and let them know you’re in charge. “I know you’re bigger than me, but
you need to check yourself. I run a very successful business. I’ve got powerful
friends. Influence. This can go well for you, or very badly.”
Liberty laughed so sharply
she surprised herself, lifting her other hand to cover her mouth. She shook her
head, saying, “That’s cute, Carmel, but I could give a shit about your business
or your friends. I’ll have you for dessert with a scoop of ice-cream if I want.
Better to just accept it now.”
End Notes:
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I'll post Ch 3 this week I think, but am having a break then so the rest will probably be here in January.
Author's Notes:
Back with one more chapter before I take a break for the year...
As Liberty walked
towards the bed, all Carmel’s calm snapped and she cried out, “If this is a
joke it isn’t funny! You’re scaring me!”
“It’s no joke. This
butch beauty’s got needs.” The giantess carelessly dropped Carmel down onto the
bed, a short fall onto a thick duvet, then placed her bag on a dresser and
rummaged for the bottle of vodka.
Carmel hurriedly got
up, unsteady on the soft material under her, and darted her gaze about for an
escape route. It was a big room, with bare wooden walls and floor, framed like
the entrance with thick timber struts and beams across the ceiling. There was a
door to the en suite, another to the hallway, and a wide, metal-framed window
with heavy snow still lapping against it. Carmel moved towards the edge of the
bed, looking down, and hesitated at the twenty-foot drop.
“If you want to play
cat and mouse, I’m game,” Liberty said, drawing her attention back to the
giantess. The trucker stepped closer, looming tower-like with the bottle of
vodka now open in one hand. She took a swig on it, with a loud gulp, and Carmel
watched the swell in her neck with worry. The bottle neck, easily fitting in
Liberty’s mouth, wasn’t much thinner than Carmel’s body, and the vast wall of a
body before her gave off the dreadful promise that it could totally consume
her. Liberty lowered the bottle and belched loudly, then wiped her mouth,
keeping her eyes on Carmel. “Go on little mouse. Run.”
She raised a knee onto
the bed and Carmel scuttled back away from it, almost falling as the mattress
flexed. She stared dumbstruck by the huge pillar of smooth flesh for a moment,
before slowly drawing her eyes up the leg, over the thickly muscled quad, those
short, tight shorts and the fold of an enormous crotch. Carmel quickened her
stare, there, to lift right up to Liberty’s face, and found the giantess
grinning, showing off teeth that could cut her in half.
“Like what you see?”
Liberty asked.
“I’m tiny,” Carmel
stated, flatly. An expression of her continued disbelief at this situation, and
how huge this woman was before her, and how little she could now do. How little
sense Liberty’s interest made, too. What did she want to do with her, and why
was she so ready to do it?
“Yeah you are,” Liberty
purred, though, enjoying the idea, and Carmel saw maybe that was the whole
point. This woman wanted to feel powerful and to dominate. It wasn’t about
making sense – she was seizing a very bizarre opportunity. And the trucker
voiced it then, huskily, “Reckon I could get your whole body inside me.”
“No!” Carmel cried, and
turned to bolt. Not caring how thin her chances were, she had to at least try –
and she sprinted unevenly over the duvet, pumping her arms, aiming for the far
side of the bed. Liberty laughed above her and the bed creaked as the giantess
followed. Her other knee sunk heavily on it, tossing Carmel up in the air, then
Liberty crawled behind her, each movement of her hands and knees bouncing her.
Carmel skidded down flat on her face, and floundered just trying to get enough
balance to push herself up – then the giant fingers closed on her waist once
more, and she was lifted. She cried again, clawing her hands forward for
something to hold onto, “No!”
As she kicked and
reached uselessly, her hands and feet found only air, and Liberty brought her
up to her giant face. The other giant hand came up, then, and as Carmel
struggled the massive fingers pinched her jacket and pulled it. She pulled back
but couldn’t resist Liberty’s massive strength, the giantess tugging the coat
off over one arm, then the other. Liberty dropped the coat, then pinched one of
her ankles, and as Carmel kicked with the other she tugged off a boot. Tossed
that away and grabbed the other.
“Let go of me!” Carmel
screamed. “Please!”
It only made Liberty
laugh as her probing fingers came back and took Carmel’s pantsuit jacket. She
bucked, trying to wrestle free, but the giantess pulled that off with ease,
too, the fabric tearing. Carmel had a modest blouse underneath, buttoned up, but
still she wrapped her arms around herself defensively to hide her chest. She
shrieked as Liberty easily pulled her right arm up, and slapped at the massive
finger with her other hand. The giantess stretched her until she gasped and
stopped struggling, then moved her arm in and out again, amusing herself by
bending it. Satisfied, she let it drop and pinched the blouse at Carmel’s
chest, startling her back to life.
“Wait –” Carmel cried,
but Liberty gave a sharp tug and the buttons ripped. She unwrapped it as easily
and quickly as opening a candy, one sleeve tearing as it was tugged clear, then
Liberty dropped the blouse with a flutter. Carmel slouched forward, shivering
from both cold and shame as her upper body was exposed, only a thin lacy bra
covering her breasts. She felt a shudder in the hand that held her, too, and
looked up with worry into Liberty’s hungry face.
The giantess’s lower
lip trembled, eyes dark with desire. Carmel started to shake her head, no
energy to speak, the Liberty suddenly did the unthinkable and opened her
massive mouth, plump lips dripping. Carmel screamed as she was thrust up into
the dark hole, her face slapping into Liberty’s huge tongue. She squirmed anew,
shoving against teeth and wet flesh but slipping and sinking in, soaked by
vodka-tinged saliva. She coughed on it as she slid further inside, felt
Liberty’s teeth clamp gently on her middle, lips pulling closed around her
waist. She pleaded and pushed as the giant trucker’s tongue rolled under her,
curled around her, licking, tasting her flesh. Liberty’s hand worked her in and
out, sliding her over the tongue, and she sucked, pulling up Carmel’s hair,
slurping more saliva over her.
Liberty pulled her out
again with a pleased moan, and Carmel drooped back over her fingers, gasping
for air. She was dripping all over, slimy and aghast.
“Fuck you taste good,”
Liberty murmured, as she lowered Carmel slightly, to just above the height of
her vast breasts. Her other hand came up again, fingers now more gentle as they
stroked over Carmel’s body. A finger traced down her arm, up her back, down her
face. Carmel cringed but was limp as the giantess toyed with her, squeezing and
pulling her arms, sensuously stroking her chest. A giant nail caught the bra
and it pinged off, making Carmel quickly cover her breasts again.
Liberty laughed and
said, “It’s taking a lot of willpower not to just eat you up right now.”
“I’m a person,” Carmel
whimpered. She wasn’t sure if the woman was talking sexually or was genuinely
deranged, but the same argument applied. “You can’t do this.”
“Sure,” Liberty
murmured, taking her other hand away. Lowering it, Carmel realised with horror,
towards her crotch. “I agree, let’s take things slower. We’ve got all the time
in the world.” She unbuttoned her tight shorts, fingers slipping into her pants.
As she touched herself, with a pleasured sound, she continued, “Just what the
hell were you doing out here anyway, pretty thing like you?”
Carmel shook her head,
despairing at the question.
“Come on, you don’t
wanna talk?” Liberty shifted up onto the bed properly, sitting back and
stretching her legs out. She still had a hand on her crotch, slowly working.
“Ask me, sometimes a little thing like you, all buttoned up and suited for the
city, I think you come out to a place like this looking for trouble.”
“I’m not little,”
Carmel complained. “This isn’t normal – it’s not natural! I was just trying to
get home!”
“To a boring boyfriend
called Dwayne, I bet. To a boring life where he maybe lets you sit on him once
a month and neither of you enjoy it. This is better, isn’t it?” Liberty lifted
her again and Carmel yelped as her massive tongue came out and licked her,
forcing her arms out of the way to give her breasts a strong, soaking slurp. As
she pulled back with a trail of saliva joining them, the giantess went on, “I
can give you a much better home.”
Carmel shuddered now
with indignation, shame, building anger. “You don’t know anything about me. My
home’s lovely. I’m good at what I do, and have a great boyfriend.” She paused,
admitted, “Had a boyfriend.”
Liberty paused, smile
dropping away. “Oh.”
“Yeah, oh,” Carmel snapped. “I was racing to
get back there to fix things. For Christmas. Because I’ve screwed up enough,
and there was still time. But no, instead” – she furiously thumped both fists
down into Liberty’s giant finger – “I got shrunk on the way and captured by a
giant psycho! So whatever! I’ve had
enough! Kill me if you want but I’m not going to just fucking roll over and
accept this!”
The giantess stared for
a long moment as Carmel caught her breath, meeting her eyes angrily. There was
uncertainty in Liberty’s face now, and her other hand was down at her side,
groin forgotten. Finally, she said, “You done?”
Carmel gave her a
hateful look.
“Well, I’m not giving
this up just because you’ve got a sob story, but Jake sounds like an asshole,
so I’m doing you a favour. Maybe we’ll actually slow things down though. Ease
into this.”
“I’m not gay!” Carmel
cried, slapping the finger again. “I don’t want any part of this!”
“Alright.” Liberty
shrugged. “But you are mine, so you
don’t have a choice. Actually, you can have
a choice. You can be my bitch or you can be my dessert.”
Carmel scowled, trying
to drive home how little she appreciated the humour, but she saw something cold
in Liberty’s eye now. The giantess was serious – and however much she wanted to
resist, she was trapped in this hand, completely at her mercy. She said,
“You’re not going to eat me.”
“I wasn’t planning on
it,” Liberty said. “But you’ve got me curious. It’d be a whole other
experience. Do you reckon I could . . .” She trailed off, running her hand over
her belly considering, what, how Carmel would feel in there? Swallowed alive?!
“No,” Carmel said, more
in disbelief than denial. “This is sick.”
“I know.” Liberty’s
eyebrows rose as if the idea shocked her too. But in a good way. “It’s crazy,
right? I mean, when I saw you on that floor, I just thought, cool, a tiny
woman. Someone to talk to. Play with maybe.
But damn. You know what I mean?”
Carmel glared back
utterly aghast, because of course she didn’t know what this woman meant and nor
did she want to. Of all the people in the world she could have run into when
reduced to this perilous situation, how had she ended up with the one whose first
thoughts were unnatural sex and whose second thoughts were cannibalism?
“Don’t look at me like
that,” Liberty laughed. “You’re right, I’m not going to do it.” The index
finger that held Carmel came up, stroking across her chest. “Not as long as you
keep me entertained. But you have got my stomach turning and” – she twisted her
head, looked at the vodka bottle – “I forget to get anything to eat. Damn.
Better be something else here, or you might be out of luck after all.”
End Notes:
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Author's Notes:
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Liberty rotated on the
bed and kicked up to standing, making Carmel yelp as she was carried across the
room. The giantess took another big gulp from her vodka then went to the small
fridge by the desk. She crouched and looked inside: a couple of beer cans and a
bottle of water. Liberty scanned the desk, like she was missing something. She
lifted the phone, grumbling, “Some minibar.”
She pressed 0, waited a
second and pressed it again. Again. Then she slammed the receiver back down,
hard enough to make Carmel flinch.
“Fucking storm.”
Liberty paused staring at the phone. “Shouldn’t stop it working internally,
should it?” She looked out the window as if the twirling snow might hold the
answer. Another flash of blue glinted through the distance – soundlessly, the
lightning far away. The trucker lifted Carmel up to her face and said, “Do you
think this is because of some really freaky weather?”
Carmel didn’t have an
answer, but wondered if that might also explain the woman’s mad behaviour.
“Guess we’ll take a
walk, see Simone in person,” Liberty sighed. “Are you gonna behave if I put you
in a pocket, or do I have to leave you here?”
“I’ll behave,” Carmel
replied automatically and her captor smiled. A giant finger stroked her hair
again, and Liberty lowered her without further discussion. Carmel started to
complain at the realisation of what this meant, but was bundled roughly back into
Liberty’s rear pocket, to be stuffed up against her butt again. Her feet found
the bottom of the pocket as the giantess released her. and she grabbed the top
edge to keep her head and shoulders outside. But Liberty flapped up her shirt
to fall over Carmel, concealing her and blocking the view, then she walked out
of the room.
For a few moments,
Carmel merely tried to keep steady, holding on as she rose up and down with
Liberty’s steps. The pocket was tight enough that her lower back was pressed
against a soft wall of firm fabric, sliding up and down as Liberty’s leg
flexed, and Carmel tried not to think about how she was actually partly sinking
into the woman’s butt cheek. Instead, she snatched glimpses of the wooden floor
below and wondered how bad the fall would be if she climbed out. It looked a
frightening distance down, and they were moving fast, and Liberty would
definitely notice if she was gone. But she had to do something . . .
The quietly jingling
Christmas music could be heard as Liberty thumped into the reception area and
called out to Simone. The giantess stopped and Carmel reconsidered her options
as she asked about the minibar. Now they weren’t moving, climbing seemed more
reasonable – though the shorts ended just below the pocket. She’d only have
Liberty’s bare flesh to hold onto, and that looked way too smooth. She could
also shout for help, she realised.
Simone apologetically
explained that they had missed a delivery and not all the minibars were
stocked. She sounded nice. A safer bet than Liberty, at any rate. But what were
the chances of alerting her without causing a serious outburst from Liberty?
Would it be safer to try and reason with her captor? They had managed to talk a little.
As Carmel failed to
decide what to do, Simone said she’d try and find stocks in the other rooms and
come knocking later, and Liberty ended the chat cheerily, to walk back through
the hotel. Feeling the chance slipping away, Carmel tensed and readied to speak
– but as she did, Liberty’s giant hand suddenly crept under the shirt and dug
into the pocket with her. Carmel yelped as she was flattened against Liberty’s
ass, and tried to push back against the warm palm. The music from the lobby
died away and the doors closed behind them, the opportunity to be noticed gone.
Liberty’s hand curled
around Carmel again, thumb shoving her forward to keep her upright, and the
giantess lifted her. They were walking down a corridor, walls lined with old
countryside paintings, and the public space made Carmel self-conscious. She squeezed
her arms over her chest again.
“You’re too modest,”
Liberty told her. “You look good.”
“You ripped all my
clothes,” Carmel said, defensively. “What am I going to wear?”
“Problem for later. But
you heard Simone, right? She said some of
the minibars weren’t properly stocked. Meaning others might be.” Liberty
stopped next to a door. “This prick wasn’t answering her earlier. Bet he’s
asleep, probably hasn’t touched all his snacks.”
Carmel quickly tried to
catch up: did Liberty intend to break into his room and take his food? Or just
to –
Cutting off the
thought, Liberty banged loudly on the door and called out, “Hey Gerard, open
the fuck up.” She confided, more quietly. “I saw his truck out front – ran into
this guy in the gas stop where you were.”
Carmel nodded,
remembering him, thinking he might actually
be worse than Liberty. “He wasn’t nice.”
“No, but he shut up
fast when I told him where to get off,” Liberty said. “Guys like him are real
pushovers when you now where to push.” She banged again on the door and raised
her voice. “Gerard, what’s up! Give me your fucking snacks!”
Carmel sunk down in the
giant fist at the volume, then warned, “He’ll see me!”
“If he ever answers the
damn door,” Liberty grumbled. She paused, pricking up an ear and tutted for
quiet as Carmel started to say something. Carmel listened too, and heard a
faint sound, a voice far away. Liberty put her ear to the door and absently carried
Carmel up to rest her hand next to her face. As they listened together, the
giantess’s warm breath blew over Carmel.
“Help me!” the voice
came again, clearer now. Low down.
Liberty stepped back,
looking at the base of the door with surprise. Then her eyes lit up, the same
way they had when she first spotted Carmel. She turned on a heel and ran back
through the hotel, Carmel swinging at her side. Carmel held onto a finger and
shouted for her to slow down, stop, but Liberty didn’t listen as she burst
through into the reception area.
“Have you got a master
key?” she called out, thrusting Carmel down behind her back. “I think some
guy’s collapsed in Room 4.”
Simone made a startled
sound and rushed around the counter. Together, they hurried back through the
hall to Gerard’s room, and Simone unlocked the door with Liberty urging, “In
here, I think he’s hurt!”
The receptionist thrust
open the door and stepped back with a shriek. Liberty slipped past and laughed.
She idly held out Carmel to one side so she could see into the room, a mirror
to theirs but with one crucial difference: a seven-inch-tall man stood in the
middle of the wooden floor, looking up at them with worry. That worry turned to
horror as he took in Liberty.
“Oh fuck. You.”
“Yeah, me,” Liberty
said, stepping broadly into the room. Simone gibbered nonsensically behind them
as Gerard – that same scrawny, denim-and-plaid-clad trucker from the gas stop,
but in miniature – turned to run. Carmel was thrown about with yelps as Liberty
stomped after him. He darted under the bed, a gap just tall enough for him to
duck under, and the giantess skidded down onto her knees, hand outstretched
after him. Carmel swept down with her, fast and fearful as a roller-coaster. As
she bumped to a halt, giant fingers tightening on her, she saw Gerard just
barely ahead of Liberty’s reaching fingers, running for all he was worth.
It wasn’t enough.
The trucker snatched
her hand back, fingers around his chest, and he yelled in protest as she rolled
out from under the bed, holding him up triumphantly. Gerard kicked and howled,
arms flailing about, like an animal in a trap, which made Liberty laugh. She
sat up, holding struggling Gerard in one hand and gasping Carmel in the other,
flexing her grip on both of them.
“Guess we can rule out
a drug in your coffee,” Liberty told Carmel. “My money’s on the freaky storm.”
“Oh my God,” Simone’s
high voice cut in, and Liberty jerked upright as she remembered the
receptionist. Carmel swayed again, stomach doing somersaults, and the quick
rise threw Gerard, momentarily stopping his struggles. The receptionist was
backing away, shaking her head in disbelief. She was shorter than Liberty, but
still looked enormous from Carmel’s tiny height, pretty in a slim burgundy
skirt and jacket with a bob of black hair cut up at a sharp angle. She wore a
fluffy reindeer antler hairband and a tiny strip of tinsel pinned to her brass
name tag. She said, “I need to call Mr Jefferies.”
Decision made, Simone
twisted to flee and Liberty burst out of the room after her, her tiny captives
clinging on and shouting in fear. Liberty caught the receptionist in two big
strides and bodily shoved her against a corridor wall. She brought a forearm up
to pin Simone by the chest, putting the hand with Carmel in it just under their
giant chins.
“No,” Liberty said
firmly. “You ain’t calling anyone. It don’t concern them.”
“But – but –” Simone
stuttered, frightened eyes glancing down. Carmel twisted in Liberty’s fist,
trying to release the squeezing fingers slightly, as Liberty brought her face
closer to the receptionist’s.
“It’s just a bit of
fun, right? You’ve seen it now, so you’re gonna enjoy it with me. Got it?” The
threat was implicit in her tone and Simone nodded with fear.
Liberty released the
pressure. Simone gasped for air, coming away from the wall. She looked tense,
ready to run again, but Liberty gestured to her room and she walked stiffly
ahead. Liberty followed and closed the door, turned the lock.
At that sound, Gerard
began struggling again, shouting, “Let go of me! I didn’t do nothing!”
“Sit down,” Liberty
instructed Simone, and the receptionist obediently backed up to the bed and
sat. She was staring at the tiny people, transfixed by the impossibility and
locked in the fear that Liberty was somehow responsible.
“How . . .”
“Remains to be seen,”
Liberty told her, walking closer, holding up both her captives. She grinned as
Gerard slowed his struggles, watching her. “But whatever miracle did this, I’m
claiming ownership. Now, you can keep me company and all Simone. I don’t mind
sharing. A bit. But we’re gonna stay here together til morning. You’re not ratting me out.”
Simone shook her head,
as if she wouldn’t dream of it.
“Darling,” Gerard
called out, taking on a new tone. He’d finally calmed and was studying
Liberty’s face carefully, plainly trying a new tactic. “I don’t know what this
is or how you did it, but I will do whatever you say – just let’s keep things
civil, can we? What’s it gonna take for you to turn me back?”
Liberty laughed, then
brought her face in closer to him, showing off her teeth in a nasty grin. “How
the fuck would I know? I think you’re good the way you are.”
Gerard backed up a bit,
clearly trying to keep his cool but terrified of the massive woman. “Alright.
So. What if I give you money?”
“What if I bite your
head off?” Liberty countered and gnashed her teeth, startling him into silence.
She turned to Carmel. “See. You just need to put them in their place.”
Carmel gawked, unsure
how her display, in these impossible circumstances, proved anything at all. But
then, terrible as all this was, a part of her was happy to see how afraid and
vulnerable Gerard now looked. He might’ve only spoken to her briefly but she
had an idea of his intent.
“Um,” Simone said,
meekly. “Miss, I’m sorry, but –”
“Liberty. I ain’t no
‘miss’.”
“Okay. Miss Liberty. I
don’t want to interrupt and I insist I won’t cause you any trouble, but with
this storm, see, there’s some things I need to do – we have an old boiler, and
the phones are out, and it’s possible we might get snowed in by morning. I really
need to make sure the heating stays on.”
“No,” Liberty said. “No
more work, Simone, it’s Christmas Eve for God’s sake. We’re all cosy up in
here, we’ll let the snow do what it does and keep each other warm.” She paused,
another thought grabbing her. “But there’s something I oughta get in from outside.
You can come on and help me with that. Meantime, you two can have a little
rest.”
Carmel stiffened, the
thought of being left with Gerard immediately as troubling as being carried
around by this crass woman, but she had no say in it: Liberty carried them to
the desk, pulled open the drawer and dropped Gerard and then her inside. Carmel
landed roughly and scrambled back into a corner, covering herself up, as Gerard
crawled upright.
“At least give me
something to wear!” Carmel cried and Liberty paused, looming over the drawer
like a goddess staring down from the sky. Albeit one in a checked shirt and
cap, showing a lot of cleavage. She considered the request for a second, then
reached back into the drawer.
“No!” Gerard cried as
she pinched him by the neck of his shirt and lifted him in the air. He kicked
about as she peeled the shirt off with her other hand, until it came loose and
he fell back into the drawer with a thump.
She dropped the shirt
in front of Carmel and said, “Put it on.”
The tone offered no
choice, so Carmel quickly did, ignoring the musky smell of the man’s shirt,
about five sizes too big for her. As she settled back down, she saw Gerard
glaring from the opposite side of the drawer, now topless himself.
“You two play nice,”
Liberty warned. “Particularly you, Gerard. Carmel tells me you so much as
sneezed in her direction and I’ll snap your legs like twigs.”
The malice left his face,
fear returning, as the drawer was shoved closed and the light cut out. Liberty
instructed Simone and the two women walked out of the room, then for a few
seconds all was still in the darkness, with just the sound of Carmel and Gerard
breathing to fill the drawer. Until Gerard said, “So. What do we do now?”
End Notes:
To be continued... and don't forget you can get all my books on Patreon here: https://www.patreon.com/rbashton
Author's Notes:
Time for another chapter for the cold winter days, and this one gets a little steamy!
Carmel kept her
responses to Gerard as brief and noncommittal as possible as he rapidly started
talking, asking if she knew what was going on, how they could get away, who
Liberty was. Eventually he began brainstorming on his own, saying they could
bite her or poke her in the eye or something, before backtracking and saying
maybe this wasn’t so bad, see where it went – didn’t she have an enormous fucking rack?
Now things had calmed
he wasn’t nearly as afraid or confused as he should be, but Carmel kept in what
she knew: that Liberty might well be capable of terrible things. He’d find out
soon enough.
The giant women
returned with heavy footsteps, Liberty still telling Simone what to do: “Ahead
a bit, mind your leg. Just down here. On the floor. Hold –”
There was a scuffle as
one of them slipped, or tripped, and a heavy thump as they dropped whatever
they were carrying. It made a loud clicking sound, like a camera flash. Simone
gasped, but was cut off quickly, then the room was totally still and silent.
Carmel and Gerard held their breath, listening, and both jumped when Liberty
said, loudly, “Oh, fuck yes!”
Her feet stomped
through the room and there came a tiny scream: Simone, terrified but apparently
small. Carmel’s mouth dropped open in shock. How?
“Look at this!” Liberty
said happily, and the drawer thrust abruptly open, light bursting in and making
Carmel squint. A giant hand was on her before her vision cleared, and she was
lifted out into the room again, to dangle high above the floor as Liberty
pointed.
There was a big crate
against one wall now, a metre long, thirty centimetres high, and sealed with no
obvious markings on it. It had fallen at a slight angle, where they’d failed to
put it down properly, and Simone stood with her back against it. Still dressed
in her tight suit, still pretty, but about seven inches tall.
“I know what it is!”
Liberty said, excitedly waving her arm up and down. Carmel bounced about,
insides twisting from the rapid motion, and tried to get a good grip on the
fingers that held her. “It’s that thing. Whatever I had in the truck. It’s some
kind of goddamn shrink device!”
“Liberty!” Carmel
cried, the fast movements getting too much, and Liberty jolted to a standstill,
beaming at her. She slumped, breathing in deeply to fight the nausea.
“You got any idea what
this means, Carmel?”
“You can change me
back?” Carmel replied with quiet hope, but Liberty’s smile only spread. That
was definitely not the plan.
A movement drew both
their attentions down, as the dark little shape of Simone sprinted for the open
door. She moved fast for such a tiny woman, but at the height of a wine glass
she had a lot of ground to cover.
“Uh-uh,” Liberty tutted
and stepped around her. She stuck a boot out, freshly crusted with snow, and
Simone ran right into it, face-planting the side of Liberty’s foot and bouncing
back. As the receptionist fell down, Liberty crouched and quickly planted her
free hand on top of her, pinning her flat to the floor. With her arms still
free, the little receptionist pushed back, thrashing her head about, and
Liberty murmured, “That’s just adorable.”
She scooped Simone up
into her fist and effortlessly lifted her, then waited until she stopped
struggling. Simone rested both hands on Liberty’s top finger, arms rigid, and
looked desperately to Carmel, as if she could help. Carmel gave her an
apologetic look in return.
“Don’t hurt me,” Simone
said, voice breaking with fear.
“Wasn’t planning on
it,” Liberty said, but there was an edge of danger in her husky voice. “Not
right now, anyway. Looks like I got myself a whole collection. And apparently
the thing that’s responsible.” She stood and peered at the crate. “Must’ve
bumped it when I pulled into the gas stop. And when we arrived here. Guess it’s
sensitive.”
Carmel recalled it
herself: they’d stopped hard outside the hotel, and there’d been that bang in
the back. Just like there’d been a knock before Simone got shrunk. But that
hardly explained anything.
“What is it?” Carmel
asked.
Liberty shrugged,
making the women in her hands bounce. She prodded the crate with the toe of her
boot. “Damn if I know. I was just paid to move it.”
“Something with the
power to shrink?” Carmel replied, incredulously. “And they just gave it to you?
No explanation?”
“I got a reputation for
discretion,” Liberty said. “Untraceable, remember? No questions asked. And
fast. Got paid a bunch extra for taking it over the holiday, even. Didn’t even
meet the guy, he messaged me, left it out back of a warehouse, a fat envelope
of cash on top of it, under a rock. Due down at another warehouse in Edmonton
tomorrow. But now we’ve seen what it can do, I might be persuaded not to follow
through.”
She crouched again and
lowered Carmel to the floor, releasing her to stand. Carmel backed up, a little
surprised at the sudden opportunity for freedom, but with Liberty right there,
big as a building, being free of her hand didn’t make all that much difference.
She’d been snatched up enough times already to know where running would get
her.
Liberty ran her hand
over the lid of the crate, looking for a break, and got her fingers into a gap.
With a look of hard focus, she pried at it, levering the lid up. It squeaked
out with a little pop, and she pushed the lid back to see inside. She said, “Huh.”
“What is that?” Simone asked.
“A weird damn rod,”
Liberty said. “Wonder if the guy who shipped it even knew.” She distractedly
bent and grabbed Carmel again, lifting her so they could all look into the
crate together. It was, exactly as she’d said, just a weird damn rod: a
cylinder of matte metal about a metre long, padded by thick packing straw, with
no apparent markings. Not a machine or device with any way to operate it.
Liberty went on, “Reckon they sent me out without instructions, on my lonesome,
on account of how volatile the thing is? Or they just didn’t know bumping it
about would shrink people?”
Carmel didn’t answer,
resting over Liberty’s finger as her mind went to graver conclusions. If there
was no clear explanation for how it worked, if this thing even was responsible for shrinking her, then
there wasn’t much hope of restoring her size.
“Why did it shrink me?” she demanded, the injustice of this
revelation only mounting. “There were three of us in that gas stop, and I
wasn’t even the closest to it. Why didn’t it shrink you?”
“Yeah,” Liberty said,
“it’s a mystery. But I’m gonna roll with it.”
She turned from the
crate and thumped off to the desk, where she passed Carmel into her other hand,
to join Simone. Both women complained and struggled as they were squeezed
together by fingers that could barely reach around both of them. Carmel had to
stretch to one side and navigate her arms around Simone’s, their elbows bumping
each other and chests smooshed. Ignoring their complaints, Liberty reached her
other hand down and Gerard, in the drawer, tripped and cried out in fear. As he
scrambled deeper inside, she ignored him to grab her bottle of vodka.
Liberty took a few big
gulps and exhaled with satisfaction, then grinned at her tiny captives. “Anyone
else want some?”
The two women shook
their heads, freezing under the giantess’s gaze, as if they might avoid her if
they didn’t draw attention to themselves. Liberty’s eyes were softening with
cruel intention, though. Too thoughtful. She took another heavy swig from the bottle
then plonked it down heavily on the desk.
“What are you hiding
for? Get out here.” She reached into the recess of the drawer and came back
with Gerard struggling in her fist, then paced to the bed. Bumping them all
about roughly, she kicked off her boots and climbed unsteadily onto the
mattress to sit down, hiking one knee up under her. She held up both hands,
considering the women in one and the man in the other, face screwing up with
thought. Making a decision, she let go of Carmel and Simone so they fell
squealing together onto the bare muscle of her thigh. Carmel tried briefly to
pull herself up, over the leg, but slid the other way instead, down to fall on
the duvet before Liberty’s massive crotch. Simone was more successful,
scrambling to get a grip on the hem of the giantess’s shorts, but it only left
the receptionist flat on her leg, stopping with nowhere to go.
Carmel crept backwards
on her hands, slightly away from Liberty, as the trucker lifted Gerard higher.
She was already plucking at him as he halfheartedly pushed back – as she’d done
with Carmel, Liberty easily pulled off his boots and tossed them away, then
tugged at his jeans.
“Hey, now, slow down
darling!” Gerard laughed nervously, kicking with mild resistance as the
giantess dragged the jeans off him. She dropped them and squinted at his
underwear. He shifted about, clearly torn between resisting and the uncertain
thrill of being in this undeniably beautiful woman’s grip. “Usually I prefer to
buy a woman a drink before we get right into it.”
“Eh,” Liberty said,
pinching off his socks, then tapping a finger up to his boxers. “This isn’t
going where you think it is.”
“What?” Gerard’s voice
rose with growing concern. “You’re –”
He gave a girlish
shriek as she pulled his underwear off, then tried to squeeze his legs together
as she snorted a laugh at the sight. Shaking her head, she took one of his
wrists between her fingers and stretched out his arm, shifting her grip to
clutch his other leg. Gerard yelped again as she pulled him in two directions,
the naked man now caught by an arm and a leg, and he made more incoherent
noises as she rotated him around, released the arm and pinched his bare flesh.
“Not much on you,”
Liberty murmured. “No surprise, I guess. Mouthy ones are always the least
impressive.”
“Put me down!” Gerard
cried, all semblance of cool lost. “You’re hurting me!”
“Aw, am I?” Liberty
laughed, then tossed him up in the air. He wailed as he flew above her head,
arms and legs flapping, then grunted as he fell into her cupped hands. He tried
to spin around and crawl free as her fingers wrapped around him again, but his
waist was held fast, and all he could do was kick his legs and reach uselessly
into space.
“Help!” Gerard shouted
down at Carmel, who lay on her back staring. “Do something, for the love of
God!”
“You think they’re gonna help you?” Liberty said.
“Ain’t you been making these women uncomfortable all evening? Damn, Gerard, you
haven’t got a clue.” She squeezed him, making him wheeze, and looked delighted
by the results.
As Gerard coughed,
clumping over her fingers, a sound rumbled out from Liberty’s belly, her
stomach turning. The giantess’s eyes narrowed again in an expression Carmel was
coming to understand as her reaching a decision.
“Reckon I can fit him
all the way down my throat?” Liberty asked, unclear exactly who she was asking.
Simone gasped in shock, shifting up to a seated position on her thigh.
“Carmel?”
“This isn’t funny,”
Carmel warned her.
“Oh I’m serious. But
also, it is kinda funny too.” Liberty stretched her mouth wide, making an ah sound as she tilted Gerard towards
it. He shrieked again, thrashing his arms about, before a wet cave Carmel could
see would easily fit his torso. The giantess pulled him back, laughing loudly.
“Reckon I could.”
But with that, Liberty
flicked her wrist and threw Gerard off to one side, so he spiralled screaming
down onto the bed. He bounced and grunted, but seemed unhurt, collapsing onto
his front with relieved, trembling breaths. The giantess’s eyes lowered to Carmel,
instead, then Simone. Choosing.
“You first,” she said,
and snatched Simone off her leg before either of them could react.
Carmel stood and
protested, “That’s enough!”, words unheard as Liberty pulled off Simone’s
jacket. The receptionist put up a better fight than Gerard, crying out and
slapping at the fingers probing at her, feet sharply kicking, but it made no
difference. The giantess easily pulled off her shoes then her skirt, and
finally her blouse. Carmel tried again: “Liberty, you can’t do this! She’s a
person – we’re all –”
She gasped as the
giantess twisted about, bringing her other leg up onto the bed. Carmel darted
backwards, seeing Liberty’s grey-socked foot lifted high above her. It came
down fast, sole pushing her down into the duvet. The duvet was soft enough that
she had some leeway to wriggle free, gasping for air she pulled her torso clear
of the ball of Liberty’s foot, but the giantess applied more pressure, curling
big toes over Carmel’s shoulder. Her right arm was trapped against her chest,
left punching ineffectively against the foot, and she was trapped, no matter
how hard she bucked. Carmel coughed on the smell of Liberty’s faded sock,
twisting her head away from it, but her neck couldn’t stretch nearly far
enough.
Carmel was distracted
from her own plight, though, as Simone screamed again, barely forming words in
her panic as Liberty playfully pulled out her limbs and turned her over. The
receptionist was naked now, pale flesh on show, hair a mess, as the giantess
studied her little body.
“No, no!” Simone cried.
“Get it off!”
“You are tasty,” Liberty responded, her voice
dangerously low. Carmel cringed as Simone was shoved into the giantess’s mouth,
as she had been – held in one fist and sucked on like a lolly. Or worse.
Liberty slid her in and out, slurping sensually, then leant back, eyes rolling
to the ceiling, and just held Simone there, lips pursed around her legs as the
receptionist’s legs kicked frantically about. She moaned with pleasure as
Simone struggled, and her foot pressed Carmel harder down, toes flexing. Her
giant hand went into the tip of her jeans, fingers stroking herself.
“Liberty this is sick!”
Carmel yelled, but it was no use.
The giant trucker
pulled Simone out of her mouth by one leg and let her dangle, the woman’s
entire upper half shiny with saliva as she gagged. Liberty hurriedly unbuttoned
her shorts and shimmied them down, scrunching her panties with them, her foot
shoving Carmel hard into the duvet before sliding off. Carmel bounced in the
air and landed clear of the foot, free at last. As she rolled onto her hands
and knees, she heard a renewed scream from Simone and glanced back to see
Liberty had her firmly in her fist again, and was lowering her quickly to her
crotch.
Carmel gawked in horror
as the soaked receptionist, flinging her arms wildly around, was shoved between
Liberty’s legs. The screams cut off with the sloppy squelch of her whole body
sliding inside the giantess and Carmel almost retched. Shaking her head at the
madness of this situation, she got upright and ran. The movement caught
Liberty’s eye, though, and a giant hand fell from the sky on Carmel. She tried
to jump clear but was grabbed around the waist mid-air and heaved quickly up.
Liberty’s body shook as she kept working at Simone with the other hand, eyes
half closed, and she gave another pleasured moan as she carried Carmel back
towards her. Carmel shrieked again as she was pressed into the giantess’s
chest, held tight against her. She pushed back, but was pinned against the
woman’s breast, hands sinking in her flesh. As Liberty sped up with Simone,
moans getting louder, she pushed Carmel in harder, slid her under her shirt, to
smother her against one boob. Carmel frantically tried to create space, shoving
into the voluminous mass of flesh, but felt all her efforts absorbed by
Liberty’s immense body – and the struggling only excited the giantess more,
making her push harder, faster.
“Yes!” Liberty cried,
at last. “Yes!”
Her fingers tightened
hard on Carmel, body going taut as she gave a great, climactic groan, then
breathed out, at last, to relax. The hand flopped down into her lap, fingers
uncurling, and Carmel rolled out, down in front of her exposed womanhood. She
spluttered both to regain her breath and in shock at the dripping sight of such
a colossal vagina, with a naked woman hanging limply out. Simone’s legs
twitched as Liberty’s fingers rubbed her.
The giantess shifted
with another satisfied groan and lay back, stretching one leg out in an
impassible wall beside Carmel, the other knee rising up. She pulled Simone out
of her at last and flopped her hand to the side, gently holding the shuddering
woman.
“That was great,”
Liberty sighed. “Man, best way to wait out a storm I ever heard of.”
As she slumped deeper
into the bed, her stomach rumbled again and she chuckled. She sat up again, the
rising wall of her huge torso making Carmel flinch. The giantess’s eyes roved
further away though, searchingly.
“Ah!” she said,
grinning, and Carmel followed her gaze to where Gerard was standing, far back,
watching the whole scene in horrified amazement. “Now it’s your turn.”
Liberty bounced forward,
her massive body stretching like a ceiling over Carmel, and her hands thumping
into the mattress made her bounce again. Gerard yelped in fear as she snatched
him up with one easy swipe, then the giant trucker sat back on her haunches.
Letting out another deeply satisfied breath, she watched him squirm in her fist
for a moment, then opened her mouth wide and shoved him in. Not as a sexual act
this time, but with the clear purpose of food.
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As Liberty lay stretched out on the bed like
a fallen monument, snoring lightly, Carmel tried to collect herself. She wasn’t quite able to believe all she’d been
through and struggled even more to juggle the question of which trauma was
worse: the sick sexual acts forced on her and Simone, or the fact that Gerard
had been eaten alive.
Well, definitely the eating, she supposed. He
was dead, after all. But at least it was over for him now.
It had happened so fast, she didn’t even have time to get her senses together
to look away. No, Carmel watched in disbelief for the full show of Liberty
shovelling Gerard headfirst into her mouth, his arms squeezed against his sides
as he filled her cheeks. His screams were quickly smothered out but his legs
kicked wildly from between her lips. Liberty chewed a couple of times, with
grim crunches and squelches, but not enough to stop Gerard struggling. She
tilted her head back and gulped noisily, pulsing her neck as she made a
particular effort to take him down whole. It apparently worked: her throat
bulged as Gerard’s legs were sucked into her mouth, his upper half already
falling deeper inside her. The bulge undulated as the giantess swallowed the
rest of him down, then went flat as she belched loudly. Liberty’s eyes shot
open wide, surprising herself, then she fell back laughing again.
She rubbed her belly and made ill-humoured
quips that Carmel barely heard, something about this being the first time
Gerard had ever satisfied a woman, and about how she could feel him moving.
Then Liberty had grabbed her vodka again and washed down her meal with hearty
swigs, before collapsing into the pillow. Her arms lay spread out wide to the
sides, her big chest lifted and fell with deep breaths, and she shortly fell
unconscious.
Carmel was between her spread legs, for a
while just sitting there stunned, trying to ignore the giant exposed vagina
looming nearby. But she needed to get moving. Needed to do something. She
slowly pulled herself up to her feet and swayed, dizzy from all this flying
around and the trauma and everything. She tried to shake her head clear, and
wobbled her way down the duvet. She was tall enough to see over Liberty’s bare legs, but no way she was going to
touch them to climb over. She did spot Simone though, lying on the far side of
the mattress, naked and whimpering in a fold of the duvet.
Carmel crept down the full length of Liberty’s leg, slowly, quietly. She had to climb
over Liberty’s bunched panties and shorts, still tangled around one leg,
wincing at the smell, and her hand fell in the crotch of the material. She
hurried on past that, and down to the giant woman’s ankle. She hurried around
the upturned foot in its smelly sock, toes as high as her head, and tried not
to look at it, better to forget how Liberty had stomped her into the bed. Then
she was clear of the giantess, and had an easy stretch of duvet to get to
Simone. She quickened her pace, and when she got close whispered, “Simone! Come
on, let’s go!”
Simone recoiled, startled she wasn’t alone, but her panic subsided as she
recognised it was Carmel and not Liberty coming for her again. Carmel hesitated
to touch her, seeing the woman was covered in a sticky sheen, but forced
herself to help her up, a hand under one arm. She guided her towards the edge
of the bed, saying, “I don’t know what we’re going to do, but we’ve got to get
far away from her.”
“Yes,”
Simone agreed, eyes dead ahead, a little vacant. “She’s crazy. She actually . .
. did you see?”
“More
than I wanted to,” Carmel said.
They reached the edge of the bed and looked
down. Higher than they could jump, for sure, but the duvet stretched halfway to
the floor. Carmel crouched and took up a handful of material. Easy enough to
grip onto. “We’ve got to climb.”
Simone gave an unhappy noise and Carmel gave
her an apologetic look. There was no choice, though. She twisted herself over
the edge of the bed and lowered herself down, holding tight to the duvet. She
lowered an arm and took another handful of fabric, then released the other to
swing down. The fall was quicker than she anticipated and her weight gave a
sharp tug that broke her grip. Carmel gasped, but managed to keep in a scream
as she fell, a fast drop to the wooden floor. She landed on her back with a thump,
the breath knocked out of her, and wheezed as she lay there.
She closed her eyes, concentrating.
It didn’t
hurt too much. Grimacing, she sat up, just a little achy. No, she was alright.
Sighing with relief, she looked up and saw Simone leaning out with a shocked
expression.
“Follow
me down, it’s okay!” Carmel called up in a hushed tone. Simone shook her head,
too frightened now. “I’ll catch you if you fall!”
The naked woman only shook her head harder.
“You
can’t stay up there!”
Simone glanced back across the bed, to
reconsider Liberty. She found new determination, braced herself and hurried
over the edge of the bed. She moved much faster and more deftly than Carmel,
climbing down hand over hand, easily supporting herself by gripping the duvet,
and Carmel marvelled at the muscles on her back. Clearly she worked out. Then
Simone was suddenly swinging above her, bare ass basically in her face, and
Carmel turned her head awkwardly away as she tried to catch hold of her
swinging legs. Simone let go and Carmel fell back with her arms around her
waist, so they collapsed together on the floor, tangled but unharmed.
They quickly got up and shared a triumphant
smile.
Carmel gave a short nod and started for the
door, a titanic monolith they’d
have zero chance of opening. By the time she reached the end of the bed, she
could see it would be hopeless to go there: there was only the tiniest gap
under the door, no chance they could squeeze through. Her eyes went to the
crate Liberty had been transporting, instead. She waved at Simone to follow and
hurried towards it, trying to keep her feet from pattering too loudly on the
floorboards.
They reached the crate together and stared up
at it, over twice their height.
“If
we can climb in, maybe we can activate it somehow,” Carmel suggested. She
checked the bed, where Liberty’s massive body still lay prone, a hand draped
over the edge. They might also be able to shrink the trucker, she supposed. Or
they might merely alert her to their actions, messing around.
“There’s
a floor vent over there,” Simone suggested, pointing. “We might use that to get
out. If we can pull it off together.”
Carmel followed her gaze, to a grotty little
grill, and nodded, sure, that was one idea. But she didn’t fancy hiding like a rodent, staying at
this size. She said, “I’ll give you a leg up, you can get over the top and
just, I don’t know, jump on that rod? Hit it?”
“What
if it makes things worse?”
Simone asked.
“It’s
our best chance,” Carmel insisted, and backed into the crate, forming a lattice
of her hands, rather than continue to discuss it. Simone considered the
foothold for a moment, plainly not happy about trying this, but Carmel stood
fast to encourage her. The woman took a breath, then planted her bare foot in
Carmel’s hands and pushed herself up using her shoulders. Carmel tried not to
look at the bare boobs jiggling right by her face, nor the woman’s crotch – the
second set of strangers’ genitals she’d been close to in one night. Simone
launched up onto the crate and heaved herself over. She sat on the edge and
gave a thumbs-up to Carmel, then frowned as she considered the contents.
“I
don’t know,” Simone said.
“Just
jump on it!” Carmel called up, getting impatient, and her voice was met with a
low grumble. She shot an alarmed look to the bed as Liberty rolled onto one
side. The giantess’s legs shifted, a socked foot landing on the floor as she
sat up, facing them.
“Oh
shit, oh shit!” Simone said, flustering as she tried to stand up, looking from
the crate to the floor, unable to decide. Carmel quickly backed up along the
side of the crate, pressing herself into it – not much of a hiding spot, but
better than being out in the open.
Liberty yawned loudly and stretched her arms.
She sleepily reached for the vodka bottle from beside the bed and gulped some
down, then wiped her mouth with a forearm and stood up. Carmel went rigid at
the sight of her huge, full height again, but saw how the giantess swayed, her
eyes only half open. She was barely awake, and drunk. She took a step towards
the toilet – maybe going to miss them entirely. Simone had frozen on the top of
the crate too, to avoid alerting Liberty to her presence. The giant trucker
took another unsteady step, coming up next to the crate, and reached a hand out
to steady herself on the washroom’s
door frame. She hung her head with a tired murmur, and rubbed her eye with her
upper arm. As she did, she looked down at the crate.
Liberty straightened up, eyes coming properly
back into focus as she saw Simone. Her expression was blank, unreadable.
Without a word, she bent towards the crate and Simone snapped. The naked woman
tried to twist about and run along the top of the crate, but didn’t get two paces before Liberty caught her
around the waist and lifted her up. Simone beat at her fists, wailing, “Let me
down! Don’t touch me!”
Liberty didn’t say anything, and still appeared not to really be
fully awake, as he tilted her hand from side to side, inspecting Simone as
though seeing her for the first time. In her drunk, sleepiness, she then idly
lifted Simone to her mouth. The receptionist shrieked as her head was pushed
into the gaping maw. She slapped and punched at Liberty’s fingers and cheeks as
the giantess bit down on her chest. The blow stunned her, Simone’s limbs losing
a lot of energy, and her shouts became quieter begs as Liberty pushed her the
rest of the way in. The giantess’s cheeks still bulged with Simone’s struggles,
elbows bowing out, but there was little fight left in her. Liberty gulped hard,
moving her head forward to help take Simone down, and the receptionist’s little
feet disappeared into her pursing mouth as she was swallowed whole.
Liberty covered her mouth with a fist for a
moment, looking a little peaky, as if she might vomit, then swallowed again and
exhaled. She continued into the toilet as casually as if she’d just plucked up a stray chocolate on the
way.
Carmel’s
legs gave way and she fell on her rear in shock. She’d eaten Simone! Just like
that, without even blinking. The toilet flushed enormously and jolted Carmel
back to the moment. As Liberty’s
huge footsteps returned to the room, Carmel jumped to her feet and turned to
run. She sprinted for all she was worth, towards the vent on the other side of
the bed, and for a moment was sure she could do it. Liberty wasn’t moving,
maybe having stopped to watch her. Carmel was almost at the bed; she’d run
right under it, into shadowy shelter.
As she reached the threshold, the giantess’s feet boomed behind her, two, three quick
paces. The floorboards creaked as Liberty dropped into a crouch and Carmel gave
one last burst, darting under the bed. She was in, running through the safety,
but fingers rapidly swept up alongside her.
“No!”
Carmel shrieked as her head was engulfed, upper half caught and her legs flung
forward from her momentum. Smothered by the palm of Liberty’s hand, Carmel
choked as she was quickly pulled back out and lifted, legs kicking about and
arms trying to get a grip on the giant fingers. Liberty shook her with a snarl,
apparently unamused by the escape attempt, knocking Carmel’s still. The other
giant hand wrapped around her waist and Carmel’s face was released. She took in
a huge, recovering breath, and looked up fearfully, dreading her terrible new
fate.
But Liberty wasn’t looking at her. Her eyes were on the bed
again, as she crawled up onto it, carrying Carmel with her. The giantess rolled
down onto her back and breathed out wearily, dropping her hand onto her chest.
Carmel coughed with the impact, then went still. She felt the rise and fall of
Liberty’s chest under her, mounds of breasts rising either side. She tried to
shift her hips, but was held fast. Carmel tilted her head back, to see up
Liberty’s chin. The massive woman gave a shaky snore.
She’d
fallen straight back to sleep, but with Carmel tightly held in one inescapable
hand.
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Carmel woke up feeling
oddly rested. Light spilled in through the window, and she was warm, snug and
free of worries. It took a moment, clearing her eyes and trying to shift under
the sheet, before she recalled she wasn’t in a bed at all, but was still in the
fist of an enormous woman. She went rigid, fully awake now, as she acknowledged
the gentle rise and fall of the chest beneath her, the softness of Liberty’s
skin that surrounded her. Her arms were free to drape over the giant fingers
clasped, loosely but immovably, around her chest, and for a moment she just lay
there and absorbed this feeling.
Despite the horrors of
it all, and her dire entrapment, Carmel had the strange realisation that she
had actually slept really well. There
was something undeniably relaxing about this position, entirely embraced by
another person, sleeping upon her breast. Right now, the hills of Liberty’s
boobs that flanked her, and the fingers that held her, seemed more like
protective barriers, blocking out how terrible the rest of the world was. Here
she was helpless, with no control, but . . . safe.
Except she wasn’t,
Carmel remembered, with a sudden start, trying without success to loosen
herself from Liberty’s grip. The giantess had devoured Gerard, and eaten Simone
without seeming to even realise what she was doing. In the minutes before
Carmel’s capture had lulled her deceptively into sleep, she’d heard the poor
receptionist struggling inside this
monstrous woman. Being digested alive.
As Carmel pushed at
Liberty’s fingers, the giantess’s grumbling snore interrupted, and the hand
twitched. The fist suddenly tightened and she was lifted with a cry, “No!”
Liberty cleared her
throat, sitting up, and brought Carmel towards her face, making her struggle
even more, that massive mouth getting closer. But the giantess merely wiped her
wrist over her lips, and rubbed an eye with the back of her hand, then lowered
Carmel slightly to look at her with bleary eyes. She asked in a croaky voice,
“What are you so worked up about?”
“Get off me!” Carmel
cried, slapping both hands into her top finger. “Put me down you monster!”
“God, you little pets
really gotta learn a few new lines,” Liberty murmured, then yawned enormously.
Carmel froze as she was gifted the sight of the inside of the woman’s mouth, a
cavern of flesh leading into a scarily large tunnel that would easily fit her
whole. A waft of alcohol-soaked breath made her nostrils curl as Liberty peered
about the room. “Where’s . . .”
“Simone?” Carmel said,
incredulously. “You don’t even remember? You ate her!”
Liberty frowned. “No, I
ate Gerard. Which I appreciate might’ve been a bit extreme. But I reckon it
worked out alright.”
“You ate Simone!”
Carmel’s voice raised. “You drunk, monstrous bitch!”
She was suddenly shaken
about like a dog’s toy, torso jerking side to side, before Liberty held her up
closer, baring her teeth. The giantess hissed, “Call me that again. Dare you.”
Carmel cowered under
her fierce gaze and found herself quickly shaking her head in apology. But
Liberty’s face softened, eyes shifting away, then widening.
“Oh shit. Yeah. You
were trying to get out of here, the pair of you.” A giant finger came up and
poked Carmel’s chest. “You had her climbing up on my shrinking device. What’d
you expect would happen?”
Carmel said nothing,
thinking that they might escape!
There was no sense in arguing with this woman, though; she had her own sense of
logic.
“Aw,” Liberty groaned,
swinging her legs over the side of the bed to sit up properly, “that’s a shame.
I quite liked her. Very tasty though. Man.” She gave Carmel a conspiratorial
look. “This has been a journey of revelations, ain’t it? I could get used to
all this.”
“You murdered them,”
Carmel noted, more quietly. “You’ve kidnapped me.”
“Hell yeah,” Liberty
replied, without remorse. She grinned as she jumped up to her feet, the rush
dizzying Carmel, then she paced over to the crate containing the mysterious
shrinking rod. “Don’t think I’m gonna drop this bad boy off after all. Might
just go on tour, picking up the odd toy. Or snack.” She laughed loudly, spare
hand tracing a circle over her belly. “This body’s definitely itching for more
of that.”
“Liberty –” Carmel
tried once more, but the giantess shook her head, giving her a gentle squeeze
for quiet.
“Let’s park the
complaints already, Carmel, okay? Time to accept where you’re at. I don’t know
what this thing is or how it works, but we ain’t finding out here. It’s coming
with us and we’ll get some more company along the way, maybe. You, though – you
belong to me, get it? You do what I say, when I say, and we enjoy ourselves.
Piss me off and I’m gonna make a meal out of you, same as the others.”
Carmel itched to argue
and find some way to take control, but she was literally in this brash woman’s
hand. The look on Liberty’s giant face bore the point deeper home: if there was
a choice here, it was accept her fate or die. She’d seen right into her throat
just now, a destination that she had a very real possibility of visiting.
“Understood?” Liberty
said and Carmel nodded. Like the flick of a light, the giantess’s great grin
came back and she spun about to look out the window. “Well shoot, it really
came down last night.” She strode closer; the snow was almost as high as the first
bar of the frame, at least four feet deep outside. It had stopped coming down,
but was hard to see beyond, to the occasional tree that poked out. “Guess we
got a little us time.”
Liberty carried Carmel
with her as she strode into the washroom and splashed water on her face, then
brushed her teeth, and even held her over her lap as she sat on the toilet,
noisily pissing. Carmel flinched when the massive woman farted, followed by the
plop of her defecating. She wasn’t just unashamedly shitting in front of her:
Liberty toyed with Carmel as she did so, fingers idly pulling at her arms,
stroking her hair. She gave a big sigh of relief, wiped off and washed her
hands, then set Carmel down in the sink and said, “You probably need to go and
all.”
Carmel gaped at her in
alarm, realising the giantess meant for her to use the sink as a toilet
herself. She did need to go, though,
now it was mentioned. Rather desperately. She said, “Can you look away, at
least?”
Liberty hesitated, like
she didn’t plan to give her any privacy, then smiled, only teasing. She turned
her giant back on Carmel and rested her bare ass against the sink counter.
Carmel grimaced at the crack, distracted from her own urgent need to go, and
considered how the toilet noises she’d heard weren’t just Liberty taking a
shit, but might’ve been the sounds of whatever was left of Gerard and Simone
leaving her body. Were there bones in the pipes now?
Carmel shook herself
out of the thoughts and hurriedly squatted to pee. Only to realise she needed a
shit, too. It came almost without warning and she felt herself ready to keel
over and die. She called up, nervously, “I need some paper.”
Liberty looked down,
over her shoulder, then laughed. “Yeah. Sure.”
The giantess gave her
the dignity of handing down some torn toilet paper, then picked her up again
and rinsed the sink. Then she paused, inspecting Carmel in her hand, and
pinched off her shirt. Carmel began to protest, to push back, but Liberty
snapped, “Ah. What’d we say?”
Carmel went limp and
let her captor roughly undress her, removing her pants now, stripping her bare.
Liberty ran the tap, getting it warm, then held Carmel under it and rubbed her
with her fingers, saying, “Quick scrub. Can’t tell me it ain’t nice having
someone else clean you off.”
Carmel was tossed
about, hit with a hard torrent of water and squeezed vigorously by the massive
fingers. She was then rolled into a towel, back and forth, and was finally left
breathless in Liberty’s palm for her assessment: “Perfect. Now wait here.”
Liberty set her down on
the sink counter, maybe thirty feet off the tiles with no way down, and
stripped to take a shower of her own. She took her time, humming tunes to
herself, the heat way up so the room slowly filled with steam. Carmel gathered
her pants and Gerard’s shirt and dressed again, then conserved her energy,
watching Liberty shower, barely able to
form thoughts. Not so bad, she was telling herself. Maybe it wasn’t so bad.
Letting this woman take control. No sense worrying about getting home now. No
sense worrying about the business or making mortgage payments. Everything had
changed. She might die any moment, or she might be trapped forever in this
stranger’s grasp; either way, nothing back in Edmonton really mattered. Jake
had probably already fucked off.
And Liberty, despite
her fearsome nature, was something incredible – both in her massive, beautiful
stature (more evident now than ever, with the last of her skimpy clothes shed)
and in the way she’d so quickly and thoughtlessly taken charge of this
unbelievable situation. She was a woman without ties or responsibilities, and
without even the basest desire to explain how they’d come to be here. She just
saw an opportunity and took it. Decisive, independent, gorgeous.
Carmel wasn’t sure if
she admired her or was finding herself now drawn to the magnetic monster. Her
heart fluttered as Liberty stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around
her statuesque body, deliberately tied low on her boobs to make her cleavage
bulge. The giantess dried off, then took a fluffy robe from a hook and threw it
on, only tying it loosely. It was oversized and baggy, and the central parting
showed off her toned stomach and the inner bulge of her breasts. Finally all
freshened up, she said, “Time to go exploring.”
Liberty picked up
Carmel and walked out the bedroom, stopping only to slip her feet into her
boots and, without sense, put her baseball cap back on her head. She carried
Carmel into the corridor, saying they’d rustle up a good feast of whatever they
could find in the hotel. In the morning light, it looked pleasantly inviting,
the wood finishes and tinsel on picture frames. Warm, too, the hotel well
heated throughout. Liberty started by heading back to the main lobby, where the
fireplace gently glowed with the last embers of the evening’s fire, and it was
possible to see through the windows how high the snow had piled against the
entrance doors. No way out. There were big, fluffy sofas here, though, and a
great widescreen TV by the fire. There were candles on tables scattered between
armchairs, all the charming ambience of a hunting lodge.
“Could be worse
places,” Liberty announced, and Carmel found herself internally agreeing. It
had been a terrible night, maybe, but somehow it felt better this morning.
Perhaps sleeping in this woman’s hand, something had gone out of her. But
looking at the cosy lobby, a hotel entirely to themselves, with nowhere – and
no way – to go, Carmel gave up resisting.
“What do you want to do
with me?” Carmel asked. This time, it was more of an offer.
End Notes:
This was actually the original ending, but I decided to add a little more... I'll be back soon with the finale!
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Author's Notes:
Sorry it's taken me a bit to get back to this but here's the final chapter of Midwinter Shrinker, which is a bit of an epilogue really. I hope you've all enjoyed it; if so I've got a ton of other books out there. I'm also working on some comics and animations now.
When Liberty started
searching the hotel for food, noting that they might be there for a while,
Carmel held onto the hand holding her with slight dread, recalling Simone’s
claims the hotel wasn’t fully stocked. If there wasn’t enough to eat, after
all, there was the constant risk of her captor devouring her instead. But
Liberty soon drummed up a feast of scavenged snacks: a pack of crusty
sandwiches in the staff room, left by Simone, and armfuls of nuts, crisps and
fruits from the supply closet and room minibars. Lots of bottles of alcohol,
too. Liberty gathered it all in the lobby area.
All the while, she
barely let Carmel out of her hand, not through distrust but just in an idle
manner, as if she’d already formed a habit of carrying her about, even when she
used the hand for other things. Carmel held on and shifted about occasionally to
get more comfortable or avoid being bumped on whatever else Liberty handled,
but kept to her decision and no longer complained nor expected to be put down.
To stoke a new fire, Liberty finally put Carmel in the pocket of her plush
robe, where she was jiggled about against the giantess’s thigh while she
worked. She got the flames going nicely then stretched luxuriously over one of
the expansive sofas, to start snacking on her horde of food.
Carmel crawled out of
the pocket, onto Liberty’s leg, and watched a little warily as the woman
messily ate mouthfuls as large as her upper body. It was like seeing a trash
compactor at work, albeit an organic, moist one. With plump red lips and white
teeth. Liberty paused with her mouth stuffed, seeing Carmel was staring, and
smirked around the food. She pulled some pastry from the side of her lips and
handed it down: a crumb to the giantess, but a plate-sized portion to Carmel.
Carmel held it uncertainly as Liberty resumed chewing. It felt wrong, dining on
a scrap that had essentially fallen from her giant captor’s mouth. But it also
smelt good, and was a meal in itself. She dug in, quickly speeding up as she
realised how hungry she was.
When Liberty finished
eating, she gave another vulgar belch and laughed, then looked expectantly at
Carmel, as if expecting her to join in. She didn’t, so the giantess grabbed her
and lifted her, licking her lips clean of crumbs.
“You are a hot little
thing,” Liberty said. “I could swallow you up for dessert.” Carmel tensed, but
the giantess smiled. “Not like that. Hey. Remember our threesome last night?”
Carmel’s brow raised in
disbelief. Remember? How could she possibly forget?
Liberty hummed a low,
hungry noise, eyes roving over Carmel’s body, and her other hand slid down her
stomach, pulling the bathrobe aside. She had a different kind of hunger in her
eyes now, familiar from the night before. Carmel fidgeted, testing to see how
loose the grip was on her, but of course she was trapped in this fist.
Liberty’s fingers went
into her knickers as she said, “I’m a lucky girl, ain’t I? Found me a real
sweetie.”
“I’m not –” Carmel
started, in her instinct to protest, but she cut it off. She watched Liberty’s
huge breasts shift as the giantess lay back, deeper into the sofa. She took in
the firm, toned skin of her stomach. The woman was a landscape of beauty, stretched
out beneath her. Too powerful to resist.
She’d accepted this
already, hadn’t she? She knew it was coming.
Liberty’s hand moved
faster in her crotch, her eyelids fluttered closed, and she let out a little
moan. Her fingers tightened on Carmel, the top one coming free to stroke her
face, wrap over her neck, caress her chest. Carmel tried to push down her fear and
discomfort. Suddenly, she was thrust forward, into the giantess’s parting lips,
and slapped into her soft tongue. She pushed back briefly, but stopped
struggling as the tongue pressed heavily into her, curled around her waist. She
was pulled back, pushed in again, the walls of Liberty’s mouth sucking closed
on her, saliva coating her. Then the giantess pulled her free, out into the
light, and she blinked briefly to refocus before falling quickly to the woman’s
waist. The pants were lowered and Liberty’s other hand spread the walls of
vagina, ready. Carmel winced as she was shoved, headfirst, into the sloppy
cave. She couldn’t hold in a scream then, but still resisted pushing back too
hard as she was thrust in and out, manoeuvred around by quickly working fingers.
She held her breath, face plastered with juices, body squeezed all around.
It felt like it lasted
longer than it had with Simone. Much longer. Carmel’s head was spinning, body
aching, when the fist closed tighter on her, the walls of Libtery’s vagina
clamping with pleasure. She shrieked again,
and this time really did try to struggle, but was too tightly in. At last,
Liberty slipped her free and dropped her dripping on the sofa with a great
pleasured moan. Carmel lay there gasping for air, wiping her face as clean as
she could.
Liberty took a minute
to come down, enjoying the buzz, so Carmel could recover too. Then the
giantess’s hand landed on her again, and lifted her by the waist. Liberty
murmured, dreamily, “That was good. We’re going to have a lot of fun together.”
Carmel drooped in her
fist, not sure how she felt about that.
“I would love to
fucking eat you right now,” her captor went on, confirming she was right to
stay quiet. Compliant. “But I’m gonna do my best to keep you.” Liberty’s giant
finger poked her face, affectionately. “My original. My toy. Say it.”
“I’m . . .” Carmel
hesitated. Well. What was the harm? “I’m your toy.”
“Yeah you are. And I
hope you liked it in there, because it seems like I’ve got all the time I could
want just to play, today.”
Carmel forced a surely
unconvincing smile and Liberty smiled back.
“Great. Let’s catch our
breath for a bit before we go again.”
Carmel hoped she was
teasing, surely not that horny, and tried to rest as Liberty set her down on
her chest and grabbed the remote for the TV. They spent a while just lying
there, watching seasonal trash, before Liberty got up and made a coffee. She
offered Carmel some in a pen cap, and they drank together, watching more TV.
Then without preamble Liberty grabbed her from the sofa and almost lazily
dragged her over her body, around her crotch, into her again.
From there, the day
fell into a long blend of this “relaxing”, as they lounged, and ate, and drank,
and Liberty pleasured herself with Carmel’s whole body. Soon, the giantess
started drinking wine, then her vodka again, and offered Carmel some too. Her dread
built, knowing how easily Liberty had turned on Simone while drunk, but she
joined in, figuring she might as well numb herself if all this was to continue.
They got merrier together, as Carmel found herself laughing first at the TV,
then Liberty’s crude comments, then at her ridiculous situation.
At one point she all
but collapsed in a fit of giggles, down on the cushion beside Liberty’s leg, as
she remembered how important her problems had felt two days ago. Make sure the
company was running efficiently, start the New Year on a good footing, maximise
profits. What did the company or efficiency or profits matter at all! She had
no idea at the time that her life wasn’t about any of that, but about how best
to keep a giantess happy. How to endure being handled and smothered and
swallowed up by another body. Liberty eyed her quizzically and asked what was
so funny and Carmel spread her arms and cried, “I’m a toy. Just a fucking toy.
It’s all I need to be. Come on. Let’s go again, fulfil my life purpose!”
The giantess looked
amused, but not so keen. Carmel pushed it, shouting louder, laughing again,
stumbling as she stood in her drunkenness. Then Liberty rolled aside to sit up
and brought both bare feet onto the sofa. She kicked slightly back from Carmel,
into the armrest, and slid her feet down either side of Carmel.
“What –” Carmel
started, and the feet closed on her, trapping her between the balls and toes.
She got one arm out between Liberty’s toes, trying to pull free, but the
giantess chuckled as she rubbed her feet together, smooshing Carmel gently
there. They parted, then, and Carmel fell before one foot landed on her back,
pinning her in place.
Liberty went back to
watching TV, caught up in the current show and ignoring Carmel, who lay
unmoving. Spurned.
When the show ended,
though, Liberty finally lifted the foot and swept Carmel up in a hand. Eager
with anticipation, she shoved Carmel into her mouth and started sucking.
Started touching herself again, ready for another round.
Eventually night came,
and with the TV and drinking and sex the pair of women finally fell asleep with
the fire crackling away, the whole day spent. Liberty had taken Carmel into her
one last time and then kissed her lovingly before rolling onto her side and
sinking sleepily into the cushions. The giantess’s hand rested by her face,
curled around Carmel, and this time she didn’t even try to get away.
They woke together,
after an even better, dreamless sleep for Carmel, when someone banged on the
doors.
“You in there Simone?”
a man’s voice shouted.
Liberty bolted to her
feet, tightening the bathrobe and thrusting Carmel inside it. She jammed Carmel
down under the belt, so she was held pinned in the dark to the giantess’s bare
hip, then went to the doors just as the man managed to get them open. It was an
effort due to the ice and snow, and he huffed and puffed as he came in, cursing
at how deep it had got.
He paused when he saw
Liberty, who quickly explained she thought they were stranded and was making
the most of it.
“Well not anymore,” he
said. “Came up with my plough and cleared a path right out of here. This is my
place, see. I don’t leave guests stranded. Now where the hell’s Simone at?”
“I’m not sure,” Liberty
lied, “maybe checking the rooms out back?”
“I’ll find her,” the
man decided, and thumped off through the building.
Liberty pulled Carmel
from the robe and held her up so they could both look out the door to the
pathway that had been cleared. Sure enough, the truck was free now, with a
passage back to the road. They could pack up and get out of here, to start a
new life of constant moving, possibly with Liberty shrinking more victims
wherever they went.
“Hey,” Liberty called
out, wandering the other way, into the corridor after the manager. “Mister. You
help me move something back in my truck?”
As she entered the
hallway, the man came out of a room looking confused. “Can’t seem to find her.
You said she was through here?”
“My room’s there.”
Liberty pointed, skirting his question.
“That a doll you got
there? Pretty little thing.”
Carmel felt the trucker
tense as her giant fingers flexed around her, not apparently having realised
she was still carrying her on show. It was an opportunity, Carmel realised: all
she needed to do was shout for help. She could explain everything and get free
of Liberty.
The manager smiled
awkwardly, and went on in Liberty’s silence, “Well. Maybe she’s upstairs. You
said you need something?”
Liberty remained still,
waiting to see what Carmel would do, but Carmel found herself still, too. She
was not sure if her body was scared or what. No. This wasn’t fear, it was
resistance. She could shout for help.
Get free, maybe even restore her size and get her life back, if it was at all
possible. Go back to missing holidays for work and scuppering relationships. Or
she could stay right here, in another woman’s hand, and just enjoy being
someone else’s responsibility for a while. It wasn’t so bad, eating pastry
crumbs the size of her head. Worshipping a body fit for a goddess…
She stayed rigidly
still for long enough that Liberty relaxed, understanding she wasn’t going to
make a scene. The giantess flashed a fresh smile and said, “Yeah. There’s a box
in there I need to move, takes two people.”
The manager gestured
for her to lead the way and she did so, carrying Carmel along past him. He
watched her go by curiously, and she was careful not to move a muscle. They
went into Liberty’s room, to approach the crate, and Liberty paused next to it,
taking in the rod in readiness. Carmel could sense what she had planned. She
was going to kick it when the manager got close. Hopefully their theories were
right and it would shrink him as it had everyone else.
If it did, Liberty
would eat him alive, maybe straightaway, maybe sometime later today.
Carmel would stall her
beforehand, though. They could use this man: force him to hand over any money
or valuables he had on site, and to sign over anything else he could in cashier
checks or whatever. It could set them up for a while, to travel as they pleased,
staying well off the grid. Then Carmel could just enjoy the ride, and Liberty
could eat whoever she wanted.
It all started here,
Carmel decided. A new, special life.
“If you just take that
end,” Liberty said to the man, then swung her leg back and punted the crate.
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