John and Amanda had been dating for a couple of years now, though they had been friends for much longer. For a couple that everyone pegged as destined for marriage, it was not such a great step when the time came for them to move in together. Packing up his belongings over a weekend, John looked around at the bachelor pad he had bought after selling the company he had grown during his early twenties, Vision Software Inc, a company that had made him fairly wealthy and allowed him a lifestyle few of his mates could imagine, let alone afford. With his newfound wealth, John had come to realise a few things about life, like the fact that it was lonely at the top and that true friends, let alone true love, were ideals that were hard to find especially when everyone you met seemed to be chumming up to you for your cash or connections.

Which is why John came to truly love Amanda. In the years prior to their relationship, he had been with his share of beautiful women, even had a couple of long term relationships that he remembered fondly. Moving around the apartment putting away his old stuff in boxes to be moved or sent to the local charity, he remembered the look of awe in Amanda's face when he first invited her back to his place. The petite girl with the black, round rimmed spectacles had hardly made an impression when he first met her at a company event, but over the next few months she had come to be one of his most valued employees and a few months after, his closest friend. Amanda was the kind of girl you wanted to bring home to meet the folks, but when she wanted to, she could also be the kind of girl you wanted to have all around the kitchen. And she could cook too...

"John! We've got to go! The cab's downstairs already and I'm sure Andy and his movers know exactly which boxes to send to my place and which to send to the home," he heard her say in that sweetly pitched voice she gets when she's excited.

" I'll be right down beautiful, just getting a couple of shirts for dinner tonight," John replied while proceeding to pick up his wallet and the backpack he'd just packed. "Feels like a camping trip," he thought to himself, picking up the bag with just his necessities packed in it. He could have shrunken all of his furniture and put it in the bag too, but then there'd be nothing for Andy to move for him. No doubt, Andy would put the technology to use but much had to be said about giving him a job in the first place. Matter convertion technology, while it had definitely solved a lot of problems all around, had resulted in a lot less to do, and that meant fewer jobs. John was old school like that, Andy was a friend and as much as possible, John had always been one to share the wealth. Also, he liked the feeling of carrying just enough, it reminded him of his first days in the city after he moved in from New Jersey.


"So what shall we do for dinner to celebrate me burning my last bridge back home?" John asked Amanda with a cheeky smile as he walked out of the lift and into the lobby.

"Oh I dont know, maybe you'd like some of that horrible stir fried chicken and Chinese vegetables I'm so bad at making, give you a taste of what you'll be getting now that you're living with me babe," Amanda replied, her grin warming him up in the otherwise chilly street.

Getting into the cab with her, he gave one last look at his old place and then they were off. Her place was his place now and he was looking forward to this new life.


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Event Log
TIME: 0134
DATE: 4/7
DESCRIPTION: Machine activated automatically due to sensor malfunction. Unauthorised organic form targeted and reduced. Reduction 99.57%.

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John woke up with a start on the kitchen counter. Instantly, he knew he was screwed. The half open pack of mixed bran cereal was lying flat next to him, chunks of muesli, bran and raisins all around him. He could see the pale readout on the converter, indicating the reduction. Doing a bit of math in his head, he realised that his previously 6 foot self was now just about the size of a large ant. Or maybe half a raisin. He had to find a way to get back to normal or at least attract some attention. How could he have been reduced, he wondered as the readout faded to grey on the converter. The software the machine had been programmed with had come from a source code made at his company, one that had many levels of protection to prevent these machines from affecting humans, requiring authorisation even for the reduction and regrowth of any organic material, from meat to celery sticks. Yet here he was.

He had come into the kitchen still tipsy from loving Amanda and a few too many shots of whiskey on top of that, looking for a midnight snack. As she walked into the room, his thoughts were suddenly clear, he sobered up instantly as his bedroom goddess walked up to the counter, now very literally, a goddess. Still wearing her Agent Provocateur black lace lingerie, he was transfixed watching her approach the counter, the pale white wall of her belly soon taking over his entire field of vision.

"Shit I've gotta get away from this mess," he thought as the scent of her sex mingled subtly with that of raisin and wheat bran, at his size, everything seemed amplified, even his sense of smell. Running behind of the cereal box, he observed as she picked up the bowl with milk in it, that he was about to pour his cereal into before. She looked unsteady, obviously still drunk from sharing the bottle with him, she had always had a lesser tolerance to alcohol.

"AMANDA!" he shouted at her, waving his hands from around the back of the cereal box, hoping against hope that he'd get her attention at this size. He doubted she could hear him, but he tried moving as much as he could hoping to catch her eyes. But she wasnt wearing her glasses, though she didnt need them much, the odds were stacked against him. Amanda took up the bag of fallen cereal and filled up the bowl of milk. Suddenly, the wall of flesh and lace shadowed him and he found himself staring up, face to face with Amanda. She was bending down, seeming to look straight at him.

"WHAT'S WITH THE MESS JOHN?" she asked in a voice that almost shattered John's eardrums. John's heart leapt as he watched her billboard sized lips slur the words out, her breath blowing sweet mint and saturating the air around him with alcohol. She had noticed him.

Then just as suddenly, a massive shadow played over the box and the cereal pieces to the right of him were swept into the bowl of milk Amanda was holding at the edge of the table. "First night in and he's already making a mess, what a guy," the goddess said again, in a softer voice as a second sweep sent John sliding into the bowl of cereal and milk, soon to be consumed by his angel faced girlfriend.

Marco looked around the warehouse in downtown Mexico City, a nondescript looking building from the outside which was easily the most technologically advanced place in the city. He owned several other identical buildings in a few other countries all over the world, evenly split between first world and third world nations. Marco was a businessman, he had always been a businessman and he would always be doing business. He had a knack for identifying opportunities and the ideas to satisfy the requirements of those chances. And he never took anything for granted.

Starting from scratch in a slum outside Mexico City, he had begun his career in what he told friends was an "import-export" business early in life. It all started one night in his late teens when he tried heroin. The drug was bliss itself, heaven on earth injected via a needle and it brought him there and took him to hell when it was over. Marco had heard the stories of addiction and he was certainly addicted to the drug but after that initial dose, he had never gone back to it. The reason for his withdrawal was simple, he just didnt have the money to afford a second dose. And throughout the weeklong withdrawal that followed, where his fever left him delirious and his skin was perpetually on fire due to the chemical imbalances in his brain, he figured out what he was going to do to make some serious bank.

Within months, he had set up an operation the likes of which had never been seen in the City, a multi layered organisation of suppliers, processors and even a team of men he fondly called the marketing department whose sole job was to make sure the product was being sold without a hitch. Soon, he went international, supplying for American dealers in 7 states. Those were the glory days. And they were just the beginning. Marco was about to become the Jesus of drugs and just about anything illegal that needed to cross borders.


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Event Log
TIME: 1512
DATE: 7/7
DESCRIPTION: Authorised unorganic form targeted and reduced. Reduction 99.8%.

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Marco looked down at the pod that had just been reduced and glanced at the readout on the machine's display, just one of the 60 or so industrial sized matter converters he had purchased for the business. While the authorities were sure these machines were locked and unusable without a proper license, he had just managed to expand this warehouse with 25 new, unused, unlicensed converters. How he got them to work, well, he kept that a trade secret.

Having matter converters made his life a lot easier. But they werent without their pitfalls too. Marco's import/export business ran several types of operations simultaneously out of his warehouses. His main income was still from trafficking narcotics due to the low overheads, but this was slowly being replaced by his latest venture.

Setting up for this new endevour had been difficult. Where in the past, he had often transported drugs by hiring men and women who were willing to swallow sealed capsules of powder for him, he was now expanding to get some trained to move a different sort of cargo. That was also why the pods were so important. He had worked with several unappreciated scientists from around the world to design them, men who could understand the value of his leather briefcases, especially when they were packed with $100 notes. However, the first couple of runs had proved problematic.

On the first run, conducted in his Nigerian office, they had miniaturised 5 pods to roughly the size of grapes. They were then swallowed whole by a statuesque woman of African heritage, though Marco highly doubted she was as Nigerian as she claimed. These things meant a lot in his line of work, both to him and to the parties he sold his product to. Nevertheless, everything seemed fine as they monitored the her pass the first batch of product through the threshold of her plush lips and into the depths of her body. she had been instructed to refrain from eating anything for the duration of the operation, and soon, the tall lady with the plump red lips and a touch of baby fat around her belly was walking through customs at Port Harcourt International airport.

The trick had been to design the pods so that they were resistant to the harsh stomach acids, while being undetectable on scans and x-rays. This was difficult due to the nature of these pods, they had to be structurally sound and able to withstand the pressures of the digestive track if they were to be a viable method for transporting Marco's new product. Eshe, the woman who had been contracted to perform the first run was sitting across the aisle from him in the business class section of the flight. However, he had limited vision of her, they had booked him into a seat that was slightly in front of hers. He'd have to speak to Jenna his secretary, about this lapse when he arrived in France.

Meanwhile, Eshe seemed to be comfortable in her seat from what he could tell, so far so good. He wondered how it would be like for the pods though, entombed within the darkness of this Nubian beauty. Her skin was so soft when she had come to him the night before asking for the job. And her scent was lingering in his mind. He doubted things were the same on the inside of her. Perhaps the saying was true, beauty is only skin deep. Exhausted from the long night before, he fell asleep.


She had broken the rule they gave her. When the steward had come around with lunch, Eshe's belly gave out a low growl of hunger. She hadn't eaten in 24 hours and she had turned down the full lunch, but rationalised that a small powerbar wouldn't hurt. Munching up the chewy protein bar, she swallowed the last bits and was slightly satiated. Soon she felt less hungry and fell back to sleep, the rumblings in her stomach subsiding over time. Only later did she realise why.

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It was a disaster. All but one of the pods was undamaged and intact when Eshe passed them out at the French office. Three had varying amounts of damage due to her digestive juices. One was missing, presumably digested in her stomach, along with its contents. Marco was furious as his men regrew the pods. All around, his staff were shocked at the callousness of this woman. There had been mishaps like this before, when drugs were being transported. Ruptures in the packaging led to the drugs being ingested by the one transporting them. Everyone knew how a small deviation from the plan could lead to disaster. But this tragedy would not kill Eshe, not physically. But it did make her a killer.

As the 6 surviving men and women walked out of the pods, their heads hung low with shock and grief at the carnage that they had seen on their journey, a thick silence descended in the room. In one corner, the dark haired beauty that had caused all of it sat sobbing into a tissue.

Everyone knew the risks of the new venture. Marco would just have to work harder to reduce that risk. 6 had survived out of 24 who had taken the journey voluntarily for a chance at a new life. That was still reasonable. And more would have survived if it weren't for Eshe. It could be done. The pods would be redesigned and made stronger. His venture into human trafficking would succeed.

It was going to be the birthday party to end all birthday parties. James was turning 16 and his parents were out of town for the weekend, visiting a sick relative. To make it up to him, they had actually given him permission to have a massive party at home while they were away, cash included for food and party favours, which to James, translated directly to alcohol; bottles and bottles of booze. The day before the party, though he had already told everyone who needed to know, James decided to take it up a notch and just hand out flyers to anyone he met. His party was going to be legendary.

Along with a couple of friends, Ray and Cory and the help of a senior girl he knew from working at the neighbourhood pizza place, they managed to buy all the drinks for the night and drove it back to his place. Jasmine, the girl who had helped out with the purchasing, had also kindly offered to bring around some of her girlfriends for the party. James was on cloud nine, not only was he getting serious cred with this party, the way Jasmine was talking, he knew he was definitely getting laid tonight.

"Dude, get ready for the night of your life," said Ray, passing James a slab of beer, "Jasmine is so definitely into you," he continued.

"I dunno man, we're just really good friends," James said unconvinvingly.

"Right, and I'm gay," replied Ray, pulling out a couple of condoms from the glove compartment of his beat up Honda. He'd been driving around in that car for months trying to score with the girls but that was the first time those condoms had seen the light of day since they had been put in there.

"You are gay man, face it and live it," James said laughing and taking the packets.

"Idiot," Ray said, a wide grin on his face, "you'd better use those quick on Jasmine, else I will."



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The house was a mess of bottles and bodies by midnight, almost everyone James knew turned up, and then some. Walking over a dude who was passed out on the kitchen floor, he turned the corner that led to the master bedroom, two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila in hand. He'd never actually drunk tequila but from all the movies, he figured it would be perfect for two. Turning the handle of the door, he found Jasmine waiting for him on the bed like she said she would.

"This is really happening!" he thought, he was going to have her tonight.

"You look gorgeous tonight you know," he said, voice trembling a bit as his nerves started to get the better of him. He gave her a once over, she was wearing a red spaghetti strapped top that showed off her flat belly while accentuating her full breasts, he doubted she was wearing a bra...

"You're looking pretty good yourself boy, I wonder what you'll taste like," Jasmine replied in her soft, husky voice as she put her hand down the middle of his jeans and pressed her lips onto his. He very nearly dropped the bottle from his hand, but managed to put it down slowly on the floor and left the glasses on the bed before she pressed him down into it. He caught the scent of alcohol on her breath, he couldnt decide if it was that or just the sweet taste of her kiss that was leaving him feeling so intoxicated. And they hadn't even hit the hard stuff yet.

"What do you have here?" Jasmine said after she finally broke away, holding the bottle she had picked up from the bedroom floor.

"Just something I wanted to try, you always said you'd drink me to sleep so I figured we'd do some of that tonight, if you want to I mean," he said nervously.

"Mm, you dont need a bottle to get me into bed boy, I'm already here...still, a couple of shots will make what I'm about to do to you a lot more fun," she said, picking up the glasses and pouring a couple of shots out on the bedside table.

"Sounds like a plan," James said as they clinked and finished the shots, "How about another?"


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Several shots later and James was a new man. Jasmine was amazing, she had him going crazy inside her and he was still reeling from the experience. Lying in bed, his head spinning from the sex and tequila he turned over to see her looking straight back at him. They looked at each other in silence, before she said, "I want to try something with you...maybe I'm a bit drunk but I've always wanted to try this with someone and since I've given you your first time, I want you to give me a first time too.."

"Uhm sure, what do you have in mind?" James slurred out slowly.

"Well okay, I know its a little weird but I've always wanted to know what it would feel like to have a man inside me," Jasmine said.

"Wasn't that what we just did?" replied James, unsure of where she was going with this.

"Yes, but no I mean, I came across this website recently which was about extreme sex, like, well your dad has that machine which can change the size of things in your house right? It can also do that to people..." she said quickly, watching James' eyes as the idea dawned on him.

"So you want to use the machine to make someone small enough to be inside you, is that it?" James said.

"Not someone silly boy, I want to feel you inside me," she teased, "come on, it'll be fun and I promise, I'll make it worth your effort."

"I dont know Jaz, it sounds pretty dangerous and I've never even used the machine, my dad didn't give me the code to work it," said James.

"Come on James, dont you wanna feel me like no one else has ever before?" Jasmine coaxed, "I want you in me so bad...when was the last time you did something crazy anyway"

"Well, I think this party is pretty crazy," James said with a laugh.

"I do know where he keeps the code written down...it's in his safe and I know how to get in," James said, his voice nervous again at the prospect of graduating so quickly from the vanilla games they just played.

"Uhm, but if I do this, I'm gonna wear the safety gear and thats going to take awhile, besides I'm not too sure how to programme the machine so yeah..give me a few," he continued.

"I dont mind, I'll be nice and have a shower while you do your thing," Jasmine said. "I'll be waiting big boy, come back quick."


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James had no idea why he had agreed to it, he felt crazy but at the same time, the promise of such an intimate night with this amazingly hot girl was too good to pass up. And it would be one of those stories no one would ever believe when he told, he doubted even Ray would have thought of it. And that guy was crazy. The party was pretty much dead, with people passed out or making out everywhere. Cory had found a brunnette that looked like an even 8 and was at it on the couch. Ray was sleeping on a beanbag in front of the TV. James walked into the study where his dad kept the safe behind a bookshelf and within a few minutes had the code to the matter converter in his hands.

Walking into the kitchen where the machine's computer was, he entered the code and with butterflies invading his stomach for the second time that evening, headed back to the room. All he needed to do now was put on one of the safety suits that were around the house and he'd be good to go.

Jasmine was still in the shower when he came back to the room. The half empty tequila bottle stood erect on the bedside table, alone with two full shot glasses. Clearly, she was trying to get him drunk this time around. The thought brought a smile to his face, as he bent down and retrieved the small package holding the safety suit as well as other emergency items from under the bed. His dad was so paranoid that the machine might go on the fritz that he had stashed these emergency boxes all around the house. The suits were meant to protect against crushing pressure and most forms of danger. They were made out of a new type of kevlar and most machines came with at least one kit standard. Technology...

Pulling out the tiny suit, he pressed a couple of buttons on a wall panel to have the room's sensor target the suit which maximised it, growing it till it fit his body size. "Nifty trick," he thought as he watched it grow.


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"This is going to be so much fun!" Jasmine exclaimed as she walked out of the bathroom in just a tight white towel. She gave him a once over, looking at the dark blue suit he was in, her eyes drifting all over him. James let out a laugh as he the feeling of deja new washed over him, it was almost exactly what he had done when he first walked in.

"Well big boy, are you ready to show me what you've got?" Jasmine said while she sauntered over to his side and passed a hand over the slick fabric that covered his chest.

"Ready when you are, but you're going to have to maximise me again so come over here and I'll show you how to work the panel," James said. He was excited, not just at the thought of being with her anymore, this might actually be fun. Or maybe he was drunker than he realised.

After showing her the commands on the panel, she gave him a long hard kiss. "Thats for being so cool boy," she said with a mishevious grin, before handing him the shot glass of tequila.

"One for the road I guess," he said, and after downing the shot he was hit with vertigo, not unlike that which comes after a tequila shot.

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Event Log
TIME: 0247
DATE: 5/7
DESCRIPTION: Authorised organic form targeted and reduced. Reduction 98.7%.

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Within moments, he realised he was no longer staring Jasmine eye to eye, he was looking at the largest foot he had ever seen in his life, he could even see the shadows cast by her toenails on the carpet. And the carpet, he felt like he was walking on quick sand as the fibers came up to his ankles. Looking directly up, all he could see was the mammoth trunks of Jasmine's toned legs, thighs that stretched out into a dark heaven, obscured by the cover of her towel. He could barely see her face as she peered down at him.



"Jasmine can you hear me?" James spoke into the mic attached to the head of his suit. It was just one of the cool gadgets that came with the suit. There was also a breathing tube that he could use when he covered his face with the fibreglass mask and a small bag of water sealed within an armpad.

"I can hear you, but you're so tiny boy," Jasmine remarked as she stooped down to pick up her microsized lover.

"And you're gigantic, wow, this is so cool!" James shouted.

"Easy little man, I can hear you just fine through the earpiece," she replied laughing. Her chuckles reverbrated throughout James' body as she held him in the palm of her hand.

"You're about an inch tall, god you look so cute, I could just eat you up," Jasmine boomed, her brown eyes glancing misheviously at the shrunken 16 year old.

"Hey hey, thats not part of the deal, what'r you doing?!" said James, his heart beating fast. Jasmine had brought him up really close to her lips, pinkish red from the hot shower she'd just taken. And those lips were slowly parting, revealing a C-shaped set of pearly whites, and for a moment he saw her tongue piercing flash behind the gap in the middle of that smile.

"Mmm yeah, you'd be so yummy in my tummy boy, you taste so good," Jasmine said her smile widening, teeth parting. James could see far into the chasm of her mouth every time she said a word, it looked wet and dangerous. Far inside, he could see the silhouette of her uvula guarding the passage to her throat. Every sound she made was amplified to the point where it felt like he was standing next to the speakers at a rock concert.

Her hot breath blew him back and he was flat on her palm when suddenly, her lips descended on him, smothering him.

"JASMINE! STOP IT, STOP! I CANT BREATHE," James shouted in terror as his world turned black.

"Jeez relax boy, I wasn't actually going to eat you, I just wanted to kiss you," Jasmine said in a quiet tone. With a terrified James in hand, she fell back onto the bed and placed him on her left breast.

"You have no idea how scary it is when you do shit like that, I thought you were going to make this worth my while!" James scolded as he lay down on her soft fleshy mound.

"Oh I am going to tiny boy, just let me unwrap myself and you can start playing," Jasmine said with her trademark grin.

Amanda was having a severe attack of the munchies. As she stumbled to the bedroom with her glass of water in one hand and the bowl of cereal in the other, she was surprised that John wasnt inside waiting for her. In her drunken haze however, she dismissed it, figuring he was probably passed out on the couch in the living room. Wasn't the TV on when she walked by? Perhaps, but right now all she wanted to do was climb into bed and stop the spinning with a dose of midnight breakfast. Setting the glass down beside her on the nightstand, she climbed into bed and rested the bowl on her stomach.

Turning on the tv, she stretched her legs under the covers and pulled them over her, lifting the bowl up to her face.

"Late night infomercial, late night infomercial, late night infomercial, late night movie, I'll stop right here thank you," she said to no one in particular. John should be in bed with her, it was their first "real" night together after all. Perhaps he was having second thoughts. To hell with that, she thought, I'll drag him in for another round after I'm done.


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Meanwhile, floating in the milky mix along with the soaking debris from the counter, John was having a crisis of the mind. As a rational man, he had always faced his problems square in the face and dealt with them. But staring up at his gargantuan girlfriend, he realised that this problem was one too big to deal with. He had to get her attention somehow. Preferably before she turned her attention to him and found him with her spoon instead.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, he felt a tidal pull somewhere deep beneath him. The milk, raisins and bran flakes heaved against the side of the bowl, pushing him along and back again as Amanda's spoon dived into the middle of the bowl. High above him, her black hair fell around the side of her face as she turned her head down to look at the bowl he was held captive in. Her eyes peered unfocused into the bowl as she stirred up the mix. It was all John could do to keep from hurling as the sea around him suddenly became a whirlpool that was constantly sucking him under. Struggling to stay abreast in the cold milk, he watched as Amanda spooned up her first mouthful of cereal.

From John's point of view, Amanda looked more like a titan using a hollowed out oceanliner to scoop up the sea. He could hear the television going on in the background, a world he was familiar with. And then he watched as Amanda consumed the world he was in now.

He had never seen anything like it, her mouth appeared larger than the gates of heaven and her teeth were as white as clouds above and below. But as the spoon crossed the edge of her lips, he shuddered watching the silver dipper that was so many times larger than him dwarfed by the size of the cavern it had just entered. Then just as quickly, she withdrew the spoon, clean of its contents. And then the goddess started chewing up so many tiny islands taken from the sea he was floating on.

The sound of her grinding up her cereal snapped John into action. He had to find a way out of the bowl or risk being masticated by his massive lover. He doubted she'd even realise he was on her spoon, so he'd have to save himself. Another spoonful was taken from the depths, he watched as she gulped down the first. The small lump had barely travelled down her throat before the next was being chewed up. She was ravenous, her cheeks bulging slightly with milk and chewed up cereal, her eyes fixed on the television screen.


"Mmm, so good," Amanda muttered to herself as she chewed. She wiggled her toes under the covers and picked up her glass of water to wash down the mouthful. She was so hungry she could eat a horse, and speaking of stallions, she wondered what was taking John so long. "Whatever," she thought as she gulped down another mouthful. "If he wants some more of this, he'll just have to come and take it himself."



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John figured out possibly the most important plan of his life, right before Amanda quite literally swept the ground from beneath his feet. Or rather, gave him ground to stand on. He was so tired from treading milk that feeling the solid metal surface of the spoon never felt so good. He pressed against a raisin on his left and realised that Amanda had drained most of the milk from the spoon by accident. One more odd in his favour.

Running through the maze of fruit and cereal, he was determined to reach the back of the spoon. He would climb the handle and wait till he was near her face. Hopefully, from what he had noticed, she would tilt her head back every so slightly and that would let him jump onto her chin without falling straight down. He wondered if her breasts would be soft enough to break such a fall. It was a chance he didnt want to take.

The spoon was ascending rapidly, his girlfriends face was now limited in his field of vision to her eyes, her nose and those soft lips he was so familiar with. He could probably ride a bike down the her lower lip without having to worry about falling. How could this have happened? He would sue the company if he somehow avoided becoming a snack tonight.

Reaching the back of the spoon, he scrambled onto the handle just as a typhoon blast of hot air hit his back. The air was thick with the smell of milk and saliva. Turning around, he gazed directly into the abyss that was Amanda's maw. Strands of viscous saliva dripped from the ceiling of her mouth, her teeth were at least a hundred feet above the front of the spoon. Higher still, he could see her flaring nostrils, blowing and sucking air in rapid gasps. But his attention went straight back to her mouth. Her tongue undulated like a river, light gleaming of the wet surface, littered with the remnants of her last mouthful of cereal. A few tiny chunks of bran simply fell down the back of her tongue and into the oblivion. He was now directly under her lips, and within a split second, he watched as she tipped the spoon slightly, dropping its contents onto her tongue before her lips closed down on him, knocking the breath from his lungs.

James was starting to sober up. From his perch on Jasmine's right breast, he was looking out at possibly the most beautiful view a man could have after half a bottle of tequila, short of a sunrise. He was just soaking it all up. Her bronzed body stretched out for miles below him, a landscape of its own, all skin, heat and scented body wash. Jasmine's legs were parted, her fingers dipping between her thighs while she cupped her left breast and moaned. She was leaning against the headboard of the bed, lying on the towel that had covered up her amazing body before. James was overwhelmed with options, but he decided that rubbing his body against her erect nipple was a good start. Just a head taller than the protrusion, it was probably the only part of her body smaller than he was.

"I'm getting myself ready for you lover boy, you'd best start climbing down or I'll put you in myself," she boomed from just above him.

"You dont need to tell me twice," James said as he released her nipple and slid down into the massive chasm created by her cleavage. As he touched down in the tight space between her breasts, the heat increased tenfold and so did her scent. It was so very intoxicating, he'd become drunk on her just standing there. Deep below him, a muffled thudding could be heard, he was right above her heart. The ground beneath him pulsed rhythmically with each beat, and rose whenever she breathed in.

"Amazing," he thought as he continued his trek south. As he walked down the middle of her flat, soft belly, he was struck with wonder at how vast it was. From the heights of her breasts, it seemed like a large field, but now that he was in the middle of it, it seemed to stretch on for miles. And the heat of her skin only compounded the feeling he had, like he was walking in the middle of a desert.

"It's going to take me awhile hot stuff, my legs aren't as long as they used to be," he said to her. Suddenly, a shadow came upon him, like a hawk catching prey, and he was being lifted high into the air. Clasped between Jasmine's long red nails, each as long as he was tall, he flew over her bodyscape before being dropped unceremoniously into her bellybutton.

"Hey! How am I supposed to get out of here?" he asked her while laughing at the odd feeling of being stuck in a hole normally so shallow. It was dark inside her navel, but strangely comfortable. The heat was intense though, and like everywhere else, the scent of sunflower body wash seemed to dominate his sense of smell. Raising his hands, he realised he would have to jump high to catch the edge and pull himself out.

Just as he was about to jump, a loud rumbling filled the silence of the pit he was in. It was coming from deep within her, the noise of a subterannean workings he never wanted to know up close. Her belly shook slightly, throwing him off balance and knocking him to the ground. Jasmine didn't seem to notice though.

"What's taking you so long? I'm dying to know what you feel like inside," she whined. Judging by the temperature rising beneath him, he knew she was definitely getting more and more turned on.

"Uhm well, your tummy keeps shaking so I cant get out of here," he replied, "gimme a few."

Hoisting himself up and using his hands pressed against the walls of flesh around him, he kept himself stable, and with a solid bounce and a jump he managed to grab on to the edge and pull himself back into the fresh air.

Breathing deep from the cool air, he ran down the shallow ridge of her belly, following the strong scent of her sex till he reached her pubic mound, a barely noticeable hump right before the 100 foot drop to the bed below. Though she was well trimmed from what he noticed earlier, right now walking around her her mound was like walking through a savannah filled with tall grass. The black blades were pointed straight towards her pussy, though he could not see her nether lips from his position.

"Mmm well, I have to say I never thought I'd get so close to you Jaz, this is a whole new level for me," James said as he surveyed the canyon between her thighs.

"Thats what you said an hour ago, now get moving lover boy, or I'll knock you over the edge and trap you between my lips," Jasmine replied with a soft chuckle that sent tremors running through the ground beneath James' feet.

"When you put it that way..." James said as he walked to the right edge of her mound.

Catching on to a few rope like strands of hair, James cautiously dropped over the side and into a whole new world. The smell emanating from her lips was a heady mix of musk and sweat, salty and pungent yet sweet with the smell of sunflowers. This was so much more than going down on her, he was actually going into her. How many others had taken such a sacred journey?

Her clitoris was throbbing constantly to his right, a bulge of soft pink flesh bigger than he was. Thankfully his mission didn't include stimulating her pleasure. Jasmine was taking care of that on her own, her tree-trunk sized digits pressing and playing around the bulb. He could not guess if she knew how close she had come to rubbing him directly into her softest skin, as her fingers skirted freely around him. Perhaps she could actually feel him rappeling down the side of her lip. In any case, she was about to feel him like she had never felt him before.

He was sweating profusely in the heat of her sex as he gingerly placed a foot in the crack of her vaginal opening. Her labia was slippery from all the sweat and juices and he could barely keep his foot there and slipped, she was dripping wet with anticipation. This was going to be so much harder than he thought. Still holding on tight to a few hairs, he swung himself directly into her slick orifice. The smell was all pervading now, and he could feel the wetness of her body even through the suit. Or maybe that was his own sweat, still, everything just felt hot, wet and stuffy. Pulling on the breathing mask he walked in.

Running a business like his required a type of thinking few others would ever aspire to acquire. On one hand, he had to juggle the management requirements of an ever expanding mutlinational company, on the other he had to contend with the fact that he was flying in the face of the law. Several different laws actually, different countries usually expressed different forms of control. Some had almost no enforcement in the fields he had penetrated, others were draconic in their actions against his operation. Marco in his handful of years running the operation at this level had so far managed to outwit the authorities and outplay the competition though it had come at a severe cost to his personal life. Jenna his secretary was the closest he was to having a friend, everyone else was someone to be managed or bought over.

And it wasn't like he had a well developed pool of people from which to draw his resources. Most of the recruits to his operation were those who either had no better prospects in life or worse, those who actually enjoyed this line of work. Marco had no illusions about his game, he was in it for the money and he planned to retire the illegalities as soon as he had enough to bribe enough people and turn legit. In the meantime, his services were highly sought after from clients all over the globe, he had even performed runs for several small countries, though they were primarily interested in the transportation of weaponry.

Was he really as bad as they newspapers made him out to be? Dealing with so many people, he gained a valuable insight into life. It wasn't his personal ideals that were "good" or "bad". He had just been working on the wrong side of the fence from the outset, some of the people he had encountered had personalities that would wilt a flower in bloom if they came near it, yet these were the college educated, master of their own personal universe types that were playing on the side of the law, the flaw in the system, that from his point of view would never be overcome.

Such thoughts occupied his mind largely before his business meetings with these men and women, in this case, the trading house known to the world as the Millenarian Corporation. These people were representing a legit multinational that was having trouble turning a profit in a few South-East Asian countries due to several difficult officals that taxed them mercilessly when they tried to import their product through conventional channels.

In this case however, he would not be dealing with the legal side of their operations, the sale of Chinese woven textiles and electronic products. He would be assisting them with a side business that was very lucrative in the Asian region, the smuggling of prostitutes and maids to meet the high demand of markets in Singapore, Indonesia and Australia. In his favour, he knew that these countries had lesser awareness of the scale of his operation, the trick he was using with the matter converters had yet to be detected. While that would surely be found out given time, he was going to milk the opportunity for all it was worth.


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He already had an operation going in China, after the failure of the first transport run, his R&D team had managed to work over the flaws in their designs. The second run proceeded without problems, save for a missing pod which was recovered later. Apparently it was stuck somewhere in the lower region of the middle aged woman that was carrying, but thanks to the new tracking and monitoring system his lab rats had installed, it was easy to solve that problem. A few cups of coffee and a slipped laxative later and the run was complete.

With that, his new business took off, he was transporting several types of human product, namely people who wanted to move unnoticed from country to country, refugees and illegal immigrants who usually paid less but were willing to endure these journeys in cramped confines which offset the costs and finally, less voluntary labour, usually transported at the behest of other syndicates he had dealings with.

After awhile, he had come to realise that unlike the drugs and arms trade, the transportation of humans required certain comforts. One of these was that most people would rather be transported by a woman than a man. He was not one to argue with clients, hence a new recruiting campaign was underway to gain manpower, or rather, womanpower to run the journeys. His agents started targeting stewardesses first, an elementary tactic in the smuggling game. Then, to meet the rising demand, he came up with the idea of giving free holidays to bored housewives and impoverished college students within the various countries he was operating in. He had more than enough means to supply his product.


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Jenna brought him some hot Chinese tea before handing him a sheet of documents he would have to go over before the meeting. The tall blonde was one of his first hirees and she had done her share of field work before he had graduated from the minor leagues and into the majors. It was about the same time as her graduation too, though she was graduating from the University of California. He was there to attend, she had paid her way through law school doing smuggling runs for him and working discreetly as a dealer in soft drugs around the dorms in UCal. It helped that she had the good looks that came with being a born and bred California girl, sun kissed skin and a smile that could make any man melt, any woman jealous. Either way, most customs officials were to busy focusing on her to focus on anything else, Jenna was the living, breathing embodiment of magicians sleight of hand.

During their 5 year working relationship however, Marco had not even tried to lay a hand on her, though the thought did occasionally cross his mind. Still, he looked at her to stabilise his life, besides being an indispensable assistant, she was also the legal mind that he turned to whenever he needed counsel. He knew that without her, the business would not have reached its heights. But he also knew that without him, she'd just be another blonde, beautiful office fixture, being hit on by every other greaseball she would necessarily have to work. All while earning a low paying associate's salary. They were in this for life.


"Be careful with these people Marc, the terms of the contract they set down are really tight, they know what they're doing and if we dont deliver they'll," Jenna said.

"They'll what? Sue us in court? You know better than that Jen, their contracts are merely a formality. If they do come after us, it will be with guns and money, but they dont realise I'm supplying the guns and I already own all the Chinese officials they're paying too, from the magistrates to the party man in Shenzhen," Marco cut in.

"Still Marco, I'm getting a feeling that they're not letting on everything here," Jenna continued, "there's something wrong if Millenarian need you to move their merchandise, they seem desperate."

"Hmm, thats a valid argument, but for now just send down the order to Ming Xiao to collect the product for conversion," Marco said turning over the file in his hand.

"We'll deal with any problems as they come up, there's no reason to worry needlessly beforehand," he said finally.

"God it's hot in here," James said as he breathed deeply from the oxygen filter. The air was hot and carried the scent of Jasmine's inner world, the almost soapy scent that was her personal musk. Looking deep into her love canal, illuminated by the light shining from his mask, he could see the slick walls of her vagina contracting, almost in time with the pounding beat of her bloodflow.

"Mmm, it really is hot..I'm so turned on..ah I love it, I can feel you moving, walking god..ah.." was all the reply Jasmine could manage as James walked in deeper, his hands rubbing either side of the tunnel he was in. His feet were covered in white love fluids up to the ankle, and though he was turned on by the thought of being in her, he couldn't help shake the thought that he was walking inside a large sewer canal. Well, at least it she smelled a lot better.

Looking around the pulsating alien landscape, he nearly fell as she suddenly jerked to the side. Slipping forward, he stumbled deeper into her. It looked like he had about 30 feet left of tunnel, before the big round bulge at the end stopped his journey. From what he remembered, that would be the cervix, though he couldn't for the life of him remember what it was for. "Should have paid more attention in Biology," he thought, thinking back to Ms. Clara's class.

"I guess this is what hers looks like too," he said out loud accidentally.

"Who's what looks like what?" was the reply he heard booming all from above him.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about what Ms. Clara from biology would have to say about this" James replied non-chalantly. He knew enough to where pissing off this gargantuan girl while he was inside her love trap would lead.

Suddenly, the walls around him squeezed tight, the rhythm rapidly increasing. James was pushed off his feet and into the white stream that was flowing out of the opening about 15 feet behind him. As the squeezing intensified, James felt himself being carried along with the contractions, slipping and sliding towards the canal's exit.

"Ah..mm..you're such a naughty boy..thinking about other girls...ah..ah..god..so naughty.." was all James heard as he was expelled unceremoniously out of Jasmine's snatch, all covered in sticky translucent white fluid.

It took him a whole 2 seconds to hit the soft white surface of the towel. Looking around all he saw was bronze flesh, thighs and ass and pussy. Dwarfed by Jasmine's body and feeling like he was standing at the bottom of the Grand Canyon, all James could do was stare, before finally collapsing onto the bed. She was truly gifted with large ass cheeks so smooth and firm he was tempted to go up and bite her. He doubted she'd even feel it. Benefits of her latin heritage he reckoned, what a first time was all he could think as he watched her.

The whole experience felt like a water flume ride, but he was physically exhausted and just lay there staring up at the the 200 foot wall of wet pussy that was continually squeezing and releasing as Jasmine came again and again, deft fingers flying all over her clit as she orgasmed. Lying there, he watched as her fluids dripped out of her pussy, leaving a glistening trail right down the middle of her body, over her perineum and even soaking the darker skin of her anus which kept contracting with every orgasm.

He'd have to do this again.


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"That was amazing! You're amazing, I cant believe how good that felt, Oh My God I think I just fell in love with you boy," Jasmine chattered away as she lay flat looking up at the tiny creature dangling from her fingers.

"I'd have to agree with that, I really am that amazing," James said with a tired chuckle. His body was beat, he felt like he had just run a marathon. From glimpsing at the clock, he realised he had been going at it for close to an hour. His parent's would be back in 12 and reality was starting to dawn on him again as the effects of tequila disappeared.

"Damn I gotta go clean up the house and stuff, there's shit lying around all over the place," James said worried.

"Oh no you dont, you cant just leave a girl like this after you've given her the best sex of her life," said Jasmine, a playful frown on her face.

"I don't think that really qualifies as sex, but hey, anytime. Now I've just gotta make sure everything's alright outside and then I'll be back, grow me back up again Jaz?" James asked.

"What if I do mind naughty boy, whatchu gonna do about it?" Jasmine quipped laughing hard, "you're bug sized, I hardly think you should be making demands of me. I'm your god now boy, you'd better believe it, I could put you right back inside me and no one would ever know," she continued.

"Uh huh, I'd just sit still and even you wouldn't know," James said wearily. He couldn't tell if she was joking or not and he didn't want to find out she wasn't.

"Ah you're no fun," Jasmine said finally, placing the tiny boy on the bedside table and wrapping herself up in the towel again.

Moving to the panel, she stopped suddenly and headed to the door, someone was pounding hard on it threatening to break it off its hinges. James was blocked from viewing the door, but the moment Jasmine opened it, he knew things were about to get really messy.

"What do you want?" he heard Jasmine say.

Then a familiar voice replied in a drunken rush of words, "You I want you, dont you see I love you, how could you choose him when I've been doing so much for you, I can't believe you did him, I cant, God why are you so cruel."

"What the fuck are you talking about Ray, you're drunk, get out and leave me alone," Jasmine said back. James could see the two of them now, they were standing right next to the panel on the wall beside the bathroom. Ray was barely standing straight, but with frightening speed he pushed Jasmine onto the bed, ripping off her towel at the same time.

"Get off me! Fuck, get off you drunk," Jasmine cried out.

"Not till you give me what's mine, you owe me and I'm going to collect," James heard his best friend say.

Powerless to do anything, he realised Jasmine still had the communicator in her ear. "Jaz, hit the panel, shrink him, God what the fuck is he doing," James shouted.

Somehow, those few words managed to give Jasmine some strength, she pushed Ray off, and reached for the panel on the wall, managing to slam a few buttons before he pulled her back on the bed.


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Event Log
TIME: 0408
DATE: 5/7
DESCRIPTION: House sensors activated. Authorised organic forms targeted and reduced. Reduction 98.7%.

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In an instant, the room was silent.

What he remembered last was the sight of a several tons of cereal falling onto her tongue as the shadow darkened his view. That and the smell. The strong smell of milk and fruit, a tinge of alcohol, that was the fragrance etched in his memory before he had passed out. But if it was just his memory, why was that smell so much stronger now.

Opening his eyes, John saw only darkness. Slowly, his senses sharpened as he felt around in the dark. He was wet, but not cold. The chill of the milk was no longer an issue, the air was hot and humid wherever he was now. The ground seemed slick, and he seemed to be lying in a shallow pool of liquid. Disoriented, he tried to stand up but a rumbling prevented him getting up easily. As it stopped, a crack of light broke in from behind him, a line drawn vertically on the wall behind him. A wall of red, now that he could make it out better, flanked on both sides by the white boulders which triggered his realisation.

"I'm in her mouth! How the hell..?" he thought looking around. He was obviously lying on her right cheek, somehow, he must have gotten caught inside her mouth with that last bite of cereal. He could see her uvula hanging sideways at the back of what seemed like airplane hangar to him, minus the planes. Then again, he was sure that this cavern could accomodate several planes if they were adjusted to his size. Her tongue formed a massive interior wall of dripping saliva and he realised that he was standing at the edge of her lips, just a few feet away from the opening that had been created as she had parted them. A river of saliva was dripping out slowly from that gap. Giving the inside of Amanda's gargantuan maw one last look, he turned around, before slipping out with the flow onto the small lake that had formed on her pillow. He wondered how long it would take for him to recover from this experience before he'd kiss her again.


Climbing out of the sticky pool, he looked at the giantess sleeping soundly next to him and realised it probably wouldn't be that long. Though hundreds of times bigger than him, she still looked as defenceless sleeping as she did when he was normal size.

"Damn this must be love, if it's not I don't know what is," he thought to himself, while wiping her saliva from off his chest.

Her steady breaths buffeted him around as he tried to walk away from directly under her nostrils. He'd have to somehow catch her attention when she woke up. That would mean being close to her eyes. And he'd have to wake her up before she changed position, else it would take him forever to get to the other side.

Taking refuge and stability from the wind by grabbing onto a few strands of her raven black hair, he started the long climb up to her eyes. The cascade of soft long strands made it easier to walk as his feet sunk into the black ankle deep, it was almost like walking in sand, he couldn't slip.


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As he walked, he thought back to how his luck had kept him from being gulped right down with the rest of Amanda's food. He had planned to jump off right before her lips closed, when he was nearest to her chin. He must have been knocked unconscious by her lips, but he'd still have fallen outside her mouth or at least been pressed into her lips. Then he remembered Amanda's fondness for licking those ruby red lips, she must have licked him up like just another morsel of food. How many times had he seen her devour what seemed to him like tiny sized chunks of food that managed to escape her maw, only to be caught again and swallowed into her depths.

Picturing it in his mind, it was terrifying. At this size, Amanda could well have ended him but somehow, he'd escaped that tremendous pull.Thanking the gods above that had been non-existent his entire adult life, he said a quick prayer asking for help getting his sleeping giantess' attention. Whatever the case with god and all, he could use all the help he could get.

The sun was starting to shine outside, filtering through the soft lace curtains of Amanda's bedroom. The rays of sunlight illuminated Amanda's face and body, a view John took a few moments to savour as he turned around to look. He had reached the side of her cheek right beside her eye and if she awoke right that instant, he would be the first thing she saw. Unfortunately, her ear was smothered close by the pillow, he doubted she'd hear him loud enough to wake her at his size anyway. Her lower eyelashes seemed slightly wet with midnight tears, causing them to bunch up just above his head. Perhaps if he could grab a hold and pull...


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Amanda awoke with a start. She had been dreaming of John massaging her neck and temples when a sudden stab of pain forced her eyes open. Focusing in the morning light, she thought she was still dreaming when she realised a tiny figure was standing right in front of her right eye. Closing her left, she immediately sat bold upright in bed.

"What the..John?" she exclaimed. Peering down onto her pillow again, she made out the raisin sized man waving hard back up at her.

"Oh my God John, what happened to you?" she asked, sinking her right palm into the pillow beside his tiny figure.

Climbing on gingerly, trying to keep his balance, John made gestures to his ear, indicating that she should put him near hers. Amanda caught on immediately, lifting her palm up to the side of her face. The sudden movement brought John to his knees, as he watched the world disappear in a blur, ten times faster than any elevator he'd ever ridden in. In an instant, he was staring into the swirls of cartilage and flesh that made up her earlobe. The experience was surreal, he was so familiar with every inch of her body, he thought he knew her by heart. Yet from this perspective, he was looking at a totally new Amanda. He was ride beside her lower earlobe and shouting as loud as he could, he said, "Amanda! Can you hear me sweetheart?"

"I can, but just barely..do you want me to put you in my ear?" Amanda asked while nodding her head.

As long strands of her hair brushed beside him, the sudden movements disoriented John. She would have to stop doing that and that was exactly what he told her.

"Sorry honey, I'm just so..shocked? What happened to you? I'm so so sorry I didn't check on you yesterday, I just thought you wanted some space. Oh my gosh I'm so glad you made it to me, were you playing a joke on me? What happened John?" Amanda blurted out.

"That's alright love, I've got quite a story to tell you.." replied John, proceeding to detail the events of the previous night.

The meeting was strange, to say the least. In addition to the standard work they were setting out for him, the four person delegation from Millenarian had made a final request at the end of the meeting that deeply unsettled Marco. Jenna had been surprised too, but her business mind seemed to override any other thoughts she may have had on the matter. It was she who persuaded Marco to go through with it.

"Their contract is worth millions to us Marco, consider that and the additional 2 million we'll be getting for this one extra favour," said Jenna as she sat down in front of Marco with her cup of Earl Grey.

"You're okay with this? Seriously Jen, I thought you of all people would have declined it immediately, who does he think he is putting in such a ridiculous ultimatum?" Marco questioned her, though he could see in her eyes that she was just as uncomfortable as he was, she was just doing her best to keep it hidden. Easy read.

"I know it's a strange request, but turning down Lee Xiang will mean the end of a potentially amazing business relationship. I can't let you make that decision before you realise what it means," Jenna replied. She was still visibly uncomfortable, but from her body language, Marco realised she was starting to ease herself into it. It was what she always did when she was about to do something she didn't like at first, and that was why he trusted her so much. She knew how to motivate herself.

"All he wants is a trip in one of the pods before business begins, maybe he just wants to see first hand how everything works," she continued.

"You know that's not the part that bothers me, if he wants a trip fine, I'll send him in one no problem," Marco snarled from behind his cup of Ceylon Black.

"So what's the problem?" Jenna asked quizzically.

"Are you serious Jen? You're actually fine with being his host then? You're going to let that son of a bitch ride you and you're not bothered at all?" Marco snapped at her.

Maybe he was being harsh, but he needed Jen to know he cared. Marco couldn't let her feel like she was being used, though he knew that they both needed Lee's business badly. Besides, he was actually worried about her doing this. Thing's just didn't seem right with this guy.

"Who are you to tell me how I feel Marco? What have you ever done that gives you the right? Can't you see I'm terrified?" Jenna answered finally, her soft green eyes getting wet around the sides. From across the table, Marco took a sip of tea and stared blankly back.

"I'm your boss Jenna. And I know you're terrified. Which is why I'm going with him," said Marco, surprised at the words that had just left his mouth. Maybe he was the one whose feelings needed to be checked.

Staring at each other silently, they finished their cups of tea.


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Event Log
TIME: 1000
DATE: 14/9
DESCRIPTION: Authorised unorganic form targeted and reduced. Reduction 99.5%.

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Lee Xiang was seated comfortably in the black leather recliner which was one of four inside the pod that Marco had commisioned for this trip. Unlike the other larger spaces that were meant to accomodate up to twenty-five peope, this was a smaller pod, though one that was vastly more luxurious. It was split into three areas, the living area, where there were recliners, a plasma screen TV and of course a control area. Marco had been assured that there was really nothing to do, however there were controls inbuilt just in case he needed to control the pod manually. Another perk most of the other rudimentary transports didn't have. It was just too expensive to have electronics installed in all of them.

Marco was in his room, one of two which would be his sanctuary during the 9 hour journey. He was obligated to spend some time speaking with his travel companion at some point during the trip, but for the duration of the miniaturising process, he had excused himself to the room. Looking up at the clear fibreglass ceiling (which could be darkened if he so choosed), he watched as the warehouse ceiling above the 20ft*15ft circular transport slowly began to get higher. The pod would be reduced to roughly the size of a throat lozenge, which meant that both Lee and himself were about the size of ants. A scary thought, but then again, Marco wasn't a man who was easily frightened.

Jenna had given him a big hug before he boarded the pod, and a peck on the cheek to go with it. It made him feel better, but he was still nervous and as the massive shadow of the pod attendant blocked his view of the ceiling, Marco's heart began to really start pounding. Calming himself down with a mental exercise he had learnt early in life, he held on to the strap by the side of his bed as the giant carried the small pod and placed it on a small white saucer to be brought before Jenna.

The world was shifting around outside, but a standard feature of the pod was a small addition that kept the inner quarters fixed in one orientation, even if the entire pod were to be turned upside down. This innovation, similar to a gyroscope, was what made the entire process of being inside the human body possible. Otherwise, Marco and anyone else who tried to ride a pod at this size would probably be turned to jelly by the end of the journey.

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Jenna was staring out the window of her in her office when a buzzer indicated that the process was complete and the pod was now ready for consumption. She had chosen to wear a soft white blouse and long black slacks for the journey. Marco had left her three of his trusted bodyguards to keep watch over her during the entire process, in addition to a cadre of security personnel who would escort them to the airport and upon landing in Tullamarine Airport, onward to Marco's Melbourne headquarters. There, Lee Xiang would upon being restored safely, sign the papers that would make Marco a part of the Millenarian payroll. For his part, Lee had only left a single attendant. A short woman with a doll's face and a haircut to match walked in with one of Marco's men holding the plate that bore her boss and his business partner, now no bigger than bugs.

After placing the plate before her, the four attendants left her room at her request. She was shy enough already, besides they could monitor her on the cameras from the pod and in her room. She just didn't want anyone to be personally in the room. What a strange circumstance she was in, years ago, she never would have guessed she would be part of something like this. At least she was getting paid well.


Looking at the plate placed before her, Jenna felt a sudden pang of hunger. It had been over 13 hours since she had eaten. Just a few more and she'd be sitting in an Aussie steakhouse laughing about the entire thing with Marco. He seemed to be able to read her thoughts even before she had them. Brushing aside her long blonde hair and tying it back into a ponytail, she stared at the pod lying before her. Taking a seat at her desk, she bent closer and focused hard on the pod. The living room ceiling was darkened out, so was the right side room. But there, lying on his bed looking straight back up at her through the protective fibreglass was Marco. She was sure he was smiling at her awkwardness, and she blushed as she realised he was going to watch her the entire time. "What a cheeky bastard," she thought with a smile back at him, before picking up the tiny pod.


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Marco couldn't help grinning as he watched his skyscraper of an assistant walk up to the desk. With the clear glass windows setting blue sky as her backdrop, she looked like she had walked straight down from the heaven, a goddess from Olympus. All she needed was the toga and he'd call her Aphrodite. He watched her tie her hair up in a ponytail, he had rarely seen her without her hair tied back. "I guess if there's one good thing about this entire process, it's seeing her like this," he thought as he took her in. She was beautiful. He'd have to tell her that when this was over.

Her face came directly into view as she sat down, her keen eyes peering into his cabin. So she knew he was watching, her stare penetrated him, her green irises larger than his entire bedroom. A slight crease formed in between her eyebrows as she strained, her slender nose pointing directly at him. Then, he watched as her cheeks turned beet red and an awkward smile broke across her face.


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Jenna held the little pod gently between her forefinger and thumb. No one had told her how to swallow it, but then it seemed pretty obvious anyway. Still she felt worried that she might screw it up. Thankfully, she had been told that the pods were meant to take a severe beating so she doubted she could really do anything to harm Marco. She thought about placing it inside her cup of Darjeeling and then just gulping all the contents down. But that might now work well if she didnt gulp the pod down immediately. Finally she decided to just do it the way she would with any pill, pop it in, swig and swallow.

Tilting her head slightly back and holding the pod to her lips, she kissed the air quickly before dropping the pod in and taking a quick gulp of warm tea. Then she swallowed, a louder than usual gulp which made her blush again. Her boss was taking a journey through her that quite possibly made him the person most intimately familiar with her. A strange turn of events, she wondered if he'd look at her the same way again after.


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Marco could barely see her lips as she lifted the pod above her head. Climbing off the bed, he walked over to the side window where he caught Jenna's quick air kiss. And then those double storey lips parted revealing her splendid mouth, dark red and inviting, a glimmer of light reflecting of her tongue. A fleeting image of Jenna when he first met her passed through Marco's mind, suddenly he wished he was big enough to kiss her. Strange how his feelings for her were growing. Perhaps it had something to do with him crossing her boundaries. Just as the thought had passed in his mind, the floor dropped beneath him and it was all Marco could do to hold to the railings on the wall. For a moment, everything was still and from the tiny cracks of light that slipped past Jenna's lips, he realised she was balancing the pod on her tongue.

He barely had enough time to look around, though he was fascinated by what he saw. He felt like he was on a roller coaster. And then, her mouth was flooded with light again as brown liquid filled the cave and sent him hurtling into the depths of her private universe.

There was no one in the room. At least, no one sizeable enough to be noticed immediately. James could no longer see Jasmine, though he was pretty sure the dot on the side of the bed was Ray struggling to navigate the sheets. Speaking into the communicator, he tried to reach Jasmine. She couldn't talk back to him, but maybe if she could somehow signal him...

"Jasmine, Jaz, are you alright? I know you can hear me, listen just jump around a bit, I'm looking for you," he repeated for the third time, before a tiny figure caught his eye.

Jasmine had awoken with a start. She immediately realised what had happened, though she had no idea why she had been targeted as well. At least Ray was nowhere to be seen. Scanning the carpeted landscape before her that seemed to stretch on for miles in every direction, she had no idea what to do to get out of the situation. All of them in the room seemed to have been shrunk to barely the size of an M&M.

"Oh shit, what if there'r rats down here?" she wondered. A crackling noise in her ear reminded her that she still had the communicator on. On cue, James' voice filled her head. Hearing his call, she started jumping up and down. Looking up at the top of the bedside table, almost 40 storeys above her, she noticed a figure as tiny as she must be perched precariously, halfway over the edge.

"I see you Jaz. Listen, I know you're probably worried but I promise we're gonna be alright. Just outside the room, there's a small crack in the wall. There should be another suit with a communicator you can use. I guess my dad wasn't being overly cautious when he set up the system," she heard James say.

"Worried? Typical man," she said out loud, though she knew James couldn't hear her. This was the kind of adventure she thrived on. But what she really wanted was to get big again and get Ray back. God, the creep had pretty much tried to rape her. Once she was back to normal again, she was going to show him.

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It took her about ten minutes to walk from the side of the bed to the door and then under it. Just as James had said, there was a small emergency kit placed carefully within a tiny crack by the door of the master bedroom. "Damn his dad is paranoid," Jasmine thought to herself as she pulled on the suit. It was tight all over, but she managed to get it on finally, the suit though ill fitting, was preferable to the towel she had been wearing for most of the night. A wave of exhaustion hit her hard, and as she lay down inside the small space, she tried to figure out how they'd get help.

Turning on her communicator, she finally replied James, who for most of the walk had been chattering away in her ear, telling her they would be fine and everything was going to be okay. He was obviously freaking out. She could tell. Guys like James always thought that saying something was fine made it fine.

"James, you can shut up now. I've got the suit on," were her first words to him.

"Oh..alright, I was just worried about you..so uhm, you're fine then?" was the reply she got.

"Yeah, but I'm really exhausted. How are we going to get ourselves back to normal?" Jasmine asked.

"My parents will be back this afternoon, if we can get their attention, they'll be able to restore us all," James replied.

"Sounds like a plan I guess, your dad didn't happen to leave a remote control around for us to use did he? That would be so much easier," said Jasmine, lying down on the soft carpeting, using her towel as a blanket.

"I dont know...but if there is one, it would probably be somewhere in his study. I'll try to get off this table and get to you, we'll go look for it together," James said, finally starting to feel the full effects of the long night.

"James..I'm kinda scared. Come here soon okay..." said Jasmine, her words trailing off as she started to fall asleep.

"I will, just stay out of the way so no one sees you and I'll be with you soon," was his own tired reply.

"James..I dont think there's anyone else here anymore...there's no one around," and then she was asleep.


From his vantage point on the side table, James watched as Ray passed out cold in the middle of the bed. "What a jerk," he thought as he closed his eyes. He'd nap for awhile before finding his way down to Jasmine.

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The sunrise forced him awake finally, staring at the clock on the wall he made the time out to be around seven thirty. He felt severely hungover, from the alcohol and exhaustion.

"Jasmine?" he asked. No reply.

Looking at the bed, he walked to the edge of the night table and peered over. It was a drop of about 30 feet to the pillow. From there he hoped to be able to slide down the side of the comforter Jasmine had left hanging off the side of the bed. Ray seemed fast asleep, James wasn't inclined to wake him just yet. Anger burned within him when he replayed the scene that had led to them all being left like this.

He thought about what Jasmine had said, surely some of his party guests were still around. Perhaps they would be able to help. But then again, he wasn't sure he wanted to be seen by anyone from high school. Being shrunk was not going to help his reputation in anyway.

"Alright, lets see what this suit can handle," he thought before launching himself off the table and onto the pillow. He was fairly sure that the suit would help him survive the impact, in any case, it wasn't like he was jumping onto a concrete floor. Slamming hard into the soft goose down pillow was probably the most exhilarating experience he ever had. Next to being a sex toy of course. The suit was amazingly resilient, he had barely felt the landing. Something else he would have to do again.

Sliding down the side of the pillow onto the bed, he paused for a moment to look for Ray. It was hard to spot him at first, but James soon made out the tiny figure way off in the distance. Still sleeping. He'd come back for Ray later. Maybe. If Jasmine didn't get to him first.

The soft white sheets crumpled ever so slightly beneath his feet as he walked to where the comforter lay fallen. The satin surface of the blanket made it difficult for James to climb on, but once he was at the edge of the bed, the scene made him think of an amusement park ride that he had been on as a kid. It was one of those giant inflatable slides where they gave you a soft board to sit on while sliding down the 20 foot decline. Here however, the comforter seemed to stretch on for over a hundred feet.

"Thank goodness I'm not afraid of heights," James thought, right before he was hit with a sudden wave of dizziness. "Ugh," was all he could manage before taking slipping down the silky fabric.


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"Jasmine? Wake up, it's me," he said as he shook her awake. She looked kind of funny in the skin tight suit. His mind seemed to have replaced the normal image of her with her gigantic equivalent, it felt surreal to see her normal sized. Or rather, the same size. He was tempted to laugh at the strange scene, picturing them both so tiny in his head. Bizzare.

"I'm awake, just let me sleep in for a few okay?" was her groggy reply to his efforts. "It's the weekend, I'm sleepy..come back later," she mouthed softly, her eyes still closed.

"Jasmine, we don't have much time, come on, wake up.." he tried again.

"Oh shit, I was totally having a dream that I was shrunken and you were and Ray was too and..." she said, opening her eyes suddenly.

"Uhm.." James said.

"James..oh God.." she said looking around.

"Yup," he replied. Her confusion made her look so cute. He would have kissed her then if she didn't also look so terrified.

Sitting up, Jasmine gave him a tight hug. She was so distraught, he felt so bad for her. Hugging her back, he said, "It's going to be alright, we'll be back to normal in no time I promise. Come on, lets get to the study, I'm sure my dad was prepared for the possibility of this happening, he's always prepared like that."

"I bet he was a boy scout as a kid huh? Doesn't their motto sound something like that," Jasmine said, a slight smile finally breaking the gloom on her face.

"Something like that," James replied, glad to see her smile.

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Allison awoke with a start beside Cory. Sometime during their extended make-out session, she had simply passed out. Turning to her side and yawning, she realised something was definitely wrong. Cory was lying flat on his back...15 feet away from her.
Disoriented and looking around quickly, she got to her feet and ran over to him as she made the realisation that the two of them had been shrunk.

"Cory! Cory! Cory you have ta wake up," she screamed at him.

"Alright, alright I'm up you don't have to go all apeshit on me, what the fuck is wrong with you?" said Cory as he came to. He was hungover beyond belief and could barely make out her face in the bright light of the morning sun.

"Cory something happened to us last night! We're not the same anymore," she said to him frantically trying to shake him awake.

"Hey, stop it..yeah something happened last night, I drank too much and now I'm hungover so leave off me aite," he said, pushing her hands away.

And then, his vision cleared.

"HOLY FUCK!" was all he could say.

"I told you asshole," said a bemused Allison.

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All around the house, hungover teens were waking to find themselves reduced to the size of peanuts. Smaller in fact. A group of them had passed out on the floor beside the TV set and they grouped up there in front of shining screen, a larger than life morning talk show host filling their vision. A few others were scattered all over the living room and besides Allison and Cory, another couple were stranded across the gap formed by the couch cushions on the other side of the three seater.

Two guys who had been drinking shots at the kitchen countertop had passed out there, only to wake up beside their shot glasses on the white ceramic counter. A few others had been fully awake when they had shrunk, three girls had fallen directly into the chip dip bowl they had been eating from, while another had spent the night semi drunk and shivering in a glass of spiked punch. A few other guys had been reduced beside an unopened pizza box and had taken refuge inside, climbing through a hole in the side that had been cut to let the pie cool and air.

It didn't take long for Jasmine and James to figure out that the silence in the house did not necessarily equate to everyone having left. Within minutes of walking, they spotted another girl and a couple of guys, friends of Jasmine who had been reduced near the study door.

"James, that's Andrew, Sam and Mel!" Jasmine exclaimed, pointing to the three huddled teens. Moving quickly, they walked over and were brought up to speed on the situation throughout the house.

Sharing their plan with the three others, they decided to stick together and head to the study. Hopefully, they would get to the remote before James' parents got home. Dark thoughts filled James' mind as he considered what might happen if his folks walked through the door, unaware of the tiny high school camped out in their living room.

Everywhere in the house, confusion ruled. Some of the teens had started breaking down, frightened at being so powerless. Others had merely gone back to sleep. It was going to be a long day.

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Brian and Anna had spent an amazing weekend away together. It was the third time that year that Anna's new job had taken them down to Mexico. Her employers were very generous, paying for both Anna and himself everytime she needed to go to work at the Mexican office. Still, he hadn't much of a clue about what she did exactly, except that it required her to visit her office everytime they stepped off the plane. Which was exactly what they were doing now. Brian was waiting outside in the car while his wife wrapped up her work for that trip.

Reliving the passion filled moments of their latest Mexican escapade, Brian was awoken from his reverie by the sight of his beautiful woman walking back to the car, a small envelope in hand. That was how she always got paid, cash. It was too good to be true.

"Jenna was so sweet today, she even asked about you and how James was doing," she said, getting into her seat and pulling the safety belt on.

"Thats nice honey," replied Brian as he pulled the car out of the lot. He was tempted to ask her more about the job, but discretion prevented him from starting that conversation.

"So how is Jenna? Is she married to that guy Marco already? I've been hearing a few things about that guy Anna...maybe.." was all he could say before Anna cut him off.

"Oh that's nonsense, she's fine and she's certainly not getting married, least of all to Marco. But I have to say, he treats her really well, she had on the biggest rock I've ever seen Brian, that girl has come such a long way from when I knew her in college," said Anna.

"Well, thats not what I meant...but I guess it's good if he's treating her well," Brian conceded. She had somehow sidestepped him again. He'd be more direct later.

"Did you call home? I sure hope James isn't too mad at us for leaving during his sixteenth birthday. I just couldn't pass up the opportunity, not with the car repayment due and all. Oh but I feel so bad, I hope he likes our present, did he tell you if he found it yet?" Anna continued, placing the envelope into her bag.

"Yeah, I called but no one picked up. I'm sure he's fine honey, he's probably sleeping in after the big party," replied Brian.

"But I feel so bad telling him we were visiting old Aunt Judy," she said wistfully.

"Dont feel that way hon, you and I deserve a lovely weekend once in awhile. Besides, you can make it up to him after this. Lets take him out to lunch, we'll be home by 12 I reckon, too bad you had to take an early flight back to work though. I was hoping to spend lunch with you in bed again..." Brian trailed off, a smile playing across his face.

"Oh you're a smooth one Brian Houston, well alright, we'll take him out for lunch then, but I'll save dessert for you.." Anna replied, a smile forming on her lips too.


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"James! We're home sweetie!" a voice boomed throughout the house, breaking the spell of silence.

"James!?" the voice echoed again.

"Shit dude, I thought your folks would only be back this afternoon," Jasmine's friend Andrew exclaimed upon hearing the call.

"Yeah, they were supposed to be back this evening, I dont know why they're back so early," said James as he slipped under the door of the study.

"James! Sweetie are you awake?" he heard the voice call again. His mom would probably be heading to his room but his dad would be coming into the study. They had to be quick.

"Guys listen, we gotta get in here quick. Stick the sides of the wall, I have a feeling we'll be having company soon," James said watching the others slip under the crack of the door.

"James, how are we going to find the remote? Do you even know where it is?" Melanie asked, a hint of fear carrying with her voice.

"He'll figure it out, come on guys, we have to try at least," Jasmine replied on his behalf.

They were going to need a lot of luck to get through the afternoon.

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Patrick had been lying beside the front door in a daze, hungover from to many beer bong hits the night before. Suddenly, an earthquake jolted him from his stupor, as the door swung open and a giant wall of black crashed right beside him. Slowly lifting his gaze upwards, he followed the black wall as it tapered off, becoming a pillar stocking trailing off into the dark heavens. He had no idea who or what this was, but when he heard her voice, Patrick knew he needed to get the hell away from where he was.

"James!" the voice boomed, around him. Though it was coming from so far above, Patrick shuddered with the sound. He was looking up at Mrs. Houston. Her skirt waved high above him, as she reached down towards Patrick, her face coming closer and closer to him. He was sure she was looking straight at him.

"Mrs Houston! It's me Patrick, I'm James' friend from school, we met when I came over for that science project remember? Hey, Mrs Houston! Can you help me please?" he shouted up at her larger than life face.

The hand that was coming towards him stopped short at her shoes. She hadn't seen him, she was merely unclasping the buckle on her strap on heel. Her thick fingers, as large as trees worked deftly to undo the buckle, the leather strap of her left heel falling right beside him.

As quickly as she had bent over, she was back up straight again. Patrick watched as she lifted her stockinged foot out of the black heel, a shoe so big all it needed were rooms to be called a mansion. The smell of her feet filled the air suddenly, as if the sour sweat smell had a life of its own, waiting to be released. Patrick nearly gagged, the odour was unbearable. Covering his nose, he ran between her feet, trying to get out the door where there was fresh air. Still looking straight up between the goddess' legs, he thought he caught a glimpse of white. And then a million tons of pressure snuffed him out as her big toe landed on him. He could smell no more.

"James! Sweetie, are you awake?" her voice boomed again. Taking her tired feet out of her tight heels, she pressed down on her right foot and knocked the shoes to the side to her left before walking off to check on James.


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"I can't find him anywhere Brian. And look at this mess, all these cups around. Alcohol Brian, I found bottles and bottles everywhere," said Anna as she walked out onto the patio where Brian was still watering the plants.

"Boys will be boys honey, I'm sure he just went out for lunch with his friends, I would if I were hungover and from what you're telling me, I'm willing to bet our boy is having his first real hangover," Brian replied laughing.

"It's not funny Brian, my baby is an alcoholic!" Anna said, her voice fraught with concern.

"Aww honey, relax. He's 16. How old were you when you had your first drink. Just let him sober up properly and he'll be back soon,"

"Well, I guess, but the house is such a mess," Anna replied.

"Then we'll have him clean it up as punishment for breaking the rules, in the meantime, why dont you go relax, have something to eat and remember, you owe me dessert," said Brian.

"I'm going to call Ray and Cory, maybe he's at one of their places," Anna said, still concerned.

"That's a good idea, maybe you oughta call that other guy too..what's his name? Patrick..yeah, call him too while you're at it," Brian said, turning off the hose.

"I will, gosh I hope I have all their numbers," said Anna, turning around and going back into the house.

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Looking around the house, Anna had no idea what triggered such destructive behaviour from her otherwise polite, well-mannered son. There was food everywhere, empty boxes of pizza and empty packets of chips lying on all surfaces. As she walked into the kitchen, she was surprised to see shot glasses and a bottle of Jim lying in full view. These kids didn't even have the decency to try to hide it, was what she thought as she picked up bottle and placed it inside the liquor cabinet.

As she was clearing the shot glasses, her stomach growled loudly, reminding her that she hadn't eaten anything in 24 hours. That was the downside to this job Jenna had offered her. They didn't allow her to eat anything while she was working. Anna had no idea what she had helped Jenna move, but the less she knew the better she felt. Besides, the money was good and so were the perks. Still, everytime she had to do one of these runs, she came out feeling ravenous. Rubbing her flat belly to calm the rumbling, she opened the fridge to see if she could pick out something to eat.

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Brad and Jerry looked on terrified as the giant woman walked into the kitchen. Her dusty blonde hair was unkempt, it looked like she had just come back from a long day at work. Both the guys watched as she walked towards the counter, unable to take their eyes off her body, she was gorgeous. Watching her was like watching an IMAX movie. She was wearing a skin hugging pair of dark green sweatpants that accentuated her figure, and a white tank top that showed off her ample cleavage, braless, so the two could almost make out the outline of her nipples. As she got closer to the countertop they were standing on, they soon recognised her as James' mom.

"Damn man, I'd be so turned on right now if I could get my blood flowing again," Jerry said, looking up at the gargantuan female form that took up his entire view.

"Tell me about it, I don't know if we should run or stay," Brad replied.

"You do know that's Mrs Houston right," Jerry said still staring.

"Uh yeah..she's hot dude, what can I say," Brad replied back, his eyes still fixed on her cleavage.

"This is so wrong," said Jerry.

"Uh yeah.." Brad replied.

Walking to the edge of the table, amidst the clutter of shot glasses and paper cups, the found themselves right underneath the shadow created by Mrs Houston's massive breasts. They watched in awe as she picked up the monolithic bottle of Jim Beam from the counter, the strength in her arms was amazing to them, she might as well have been lifting off a skyscraper.

"Damn her ass is fine," Brad said as James' mom turned away and bent down to store the bottle in the liquor cabinet.

"For sure man," was all Jerry could say. This was turning out to be an insanely erotic experience for the hungover pair.

"I'm still asleep aren't I," Brad muttered.

"If you are then so am I dude," said Jerry as he watched her turn back to the counter.

A loud rumbling noise filled the air as Mrs Houston continued to clear away shot glasses. The pair finally came to their senses as they watched her rub her massive belly, which was larger than even the bottle of Jim had been to them.

"Dude, she sounds hungry," Jerry said first.

"Uh huh," replied Brad running to the other side of the counter.


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"There's nothing in the fridge Brian, those kids cleared it out," Anna shouted to her husband.

"I'll order some pizza if you want honey, or if you give me awhile we can head out for a proper meal," came the reply from the study.

"Ah that's alright, I'll just have a snack and we can head out later then," Anna called back.

Her belly growled again and Anna looked around the room hungrily. There didn't seem to be anything edible around. Maybe in the living room, she thought as she walked out of the kitchen pressing one hand to her stomach, while she dialed the number for Ray's house with the other.

"Hello? Mrs Caminski? Hi, this is James' mom Anna," she said when Ray's mother picked up the phone.

"Yes, I'm just calling to find out if James is over at your place, he's not at home right now and he didn't say where he was going," she continued walking into the living room.

"Ray's not home either? Oh alright, would you happen to know where they might be?" Anna asked, spotting the bowl of dip and an unopened pack of Doritos lying on the coffee table.

"I'd really appreciate it if you'd get back to me if you hear from them, thank you for your time Mrs Caminski goodbye," she said finally, sinking her behind into the soft cushion of the three seater couch.

Changing the channel on the TV, she settled on a documentary about the African Savannah. She loved watching these wildlife programmes, it was so interesting to her watching the struggle for survival out there in the wilderness, though she would never want to be caught out in the middle of nowhere like that. Anna preffered the comforts of her home, especially the feeling of rest that comes with lying back in a soft couch after being out all morning.

Reaching for the bowl of dip and the packet of corn chips, she heard another soft rumble in her belly.

"Time to feed the beast," she said out loud while settling the bowl on her lap and ripping open the packet of chips. And then she proceeded to eat.


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"Oh my God Cory, it's Mrs Houston!" Allison shouted as the giantess walked up to the couch.

"Mrs Houston! Mrs Houston! We're down here!" Allison shouted up at the giant woman.

"There's no point, you're the size of an ant to her, besides she's on the phone," said Cory.

"I know but we gotta try, she'll help us get back to normal," Allison replied.

"Sure, if she ever notices your skinny ass..fuck what is she doing," Cory cried.

A gigantic wall of green blocked their view of anything else as James' mom walked up to the couch. Allison and Cory were struck with fear as they realised she was starting to sit, the green fabric covering the giantess' behind starting to stretch and tighten.

"I'd really appreciate it if you'd get back to me..." her voice boomed from above.

"RUN!" Cory shouted, looking around at Allison who was already sprinting to the other side of the cushion.

"Oh shit," was all Cory could say as the giant ass descended upon him, smothering him in darkness.

"MMmm mm Allisonnn helpf mmee, Mmmss Houstonn, ffcck," cried Cory, his breath knocked out of him and the pressure building as the giant woman sunk in deeper. Somehow, he was still alive, but barely. On either side of him, he could feel the warmth of Anna's flesh, he had been spared death by some cosmic stroke of luck that left him right in the middle of her ass cheeks. Struggling to crawl beneath the gargantuan body, Cory's only hope was to somehow crawl out at her thighs.

Allison could only watch as her friend's mom wiped out Cory's existence with her ass. She felt like crying, watching the massive woman flipping the TV channels without a thought to what had happened beneath her body. And somehow, Allison would have to grab her attention before she ended up like Cory.


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Jennifer, Amy and Tina had been stuck in dip all night, barely able to move due to the thick, gooey cream. All around them were the remnants of their previous snack, miniscule pieces of chips that littered the surface of the dip. After spending nearly half the night manuevering, Jen and Amy had managed to climb up onto a sliver of potato chip and collapse. Tina was holding on to a splinter from a Dorito, using it to keep her head above the level of the dip. Stuck in their miserable positions, their hearts filled with hope as they saw Mrs Houston walk into the room.

"Oh my God, we're saved!" Tina cried out to the other two.

"We have to get her attention! I have to get out of this mess, I promised my parents I'd be back by lunchtime," Jen said, smiling as her hopes rose.

"Ha ha, fat chance of that happening, it's already lunch time, but at least we'll get be getting out of this soon," Amy quipped as she watched the gigantic form of James' mom approach the table.

"Oh she's on the phone, wonder if someone told her about us," Tina said, hearing bits of Anna's conversation.

"Yeah, that's probably it, she's looking for us, yay!" Jen said perkily.

The three girls could not see much from inside the bowl, but they watched as the massive lady in the white tank dropped down on the couch opposite the table.

"Uhm guys, why's she flipping channels?" Amy asked as the program changed from MTV to some documentary on animals.

"She's watching tv duh! Why else would she be flipping channels Amy, seriously," Jen replied.

"And if she's watching TV, how do you think she'll find us here huh Jen," Amy answered, watching the smile disappear from Jen's face.

"OMG, you dont think..." Tina said, just as giant fingers clasped the bowl they were in.

The girls were tossed around the dip as the sudden movement jerked them off their life rafts, covering them in white onion sauce. With a loud rustling, the view above them changed to that of an amazingly large wall of white, leading to two domes that hung over them menacingly. They couldn't see past clearly, only catching glimpses of Mrs Houston's face above them. Struggling to stay afloat in the murky substance, they watched as giant hands stretched and tore open the bag of Cheese Supreme Doritos that they had been so close to eating the previous night.

"OMG OMG OMG OMG!" Jen said, hyperventilating as the ground their bowl rested on seemed to rumble and shake.

"Was that her stomach? Fuck!" Amy cried out as she realised the true purpose of the woman who held them hostage.

"OMG OMG OMG!" said Jen again.

"She's going to eat us!" cried Tina, tears streaming from her eyes.

"Time to feed the beast," boomed a feminine voice from above.


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Anna had never felt so hungry in her life. Actually, she had, but she usually had a large meal following every job. Now she would have to tide over her hunger with Doritos. She'd probably finish the entire pack and still be hungry. Looking down at the murky dip, she could make out several peices of chips, strewn all over the surface of the dip. There were even a few lumps in the dip, ants?

"Ugh, how disgusting..leftover dip. But I'm so hungry. Screw it, it's just a little extra protein anyway," she thought, looking around the room for some unknown reason.

Grabbing a couple of chips in her hand, she felt her mouth salivate in anticipation. Dipping the chips in, she was actually getting hot with desire, simply to fulfill the demands of her hungry belly.

"Mmm finally," she said out loud, chewing the first couple of dip covered chips. The flavour exploded in her mouth as she ground up the chips.

Settling more comfortably into the couch, she put her feet up on the coffee table and shifted the dip bowl directly onto her belly. Holding the packet of Doritos in one hand, she shoveled chip after chip into the dip, and then into her waiting mouth.


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Jen had gone completely insane after the Mrs Houston dipped the first chip into the bowl, creating a tidal wave of white that knocked the three girls to the side wall of the shallow bowl. Jen could not stop screaming, so it was a relief to the other two when the next chip dipped in shoved a whole lot of dip into her mouth.

Spluttering, Jen was barely above the wave when the next airplane sized Dorito sunk in deep beneath her.

"AhhhhhhhHHH! Help me guys please no! Dont let her eat me!" was all Tina and Amy heard as the 15 year old cheerleader passed Anna's massive bust, beyond what they could see from their prison.

"OMG! Jen! Amy we have to get out of here," Tina shouted to Amy, trying to be heard over the sound of the television and the hellish crunching noises coming from above.


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Jen was stuck fast to the chip, right beside Mrs Houston's french manicured nail that clipped the chip and brought it past the massive outcropping of her breasts. The sight that greeted her after that blind spot was terrifying, she was being held directly in front of the woman's lips, and she could hear the sound of food being ground to bits inside the greedy maw of James' mother. Staring up further, she could just about see past Anna's high cheekbones and Italian nose, to her blue eyes stared seemed devoid of emotion.

"AHHH!! Mrs Houston please! I'm right here! OMG! Please dont eat me! I'm right in front of you!" she cried out in vain as the older woman stared blankly ahead at the television screen.

The lips began to part and Jen screamed even louder as a hot waft of corn chip and onion breath hit her straight in the face. The massive lips gave way further, revealing boulder sized teeth and deeper within, a monstrous tongue covered in the debris of crushed corn and white sauce. The sounds of sucking saliva filled the air along with the intensifying odour of Anna's breath. It was all Jen could do to keep from puking, instead she collapsed to her feet as Mrs Houston shoved her and the chip she was on into her hungry mouth.

In the semi darkness, broken every few seconds as Anna's lips parted slightly with every chew, Jennifer screamed one last time as her life flashed quickly before her eyes. But she was not spared mercifully. Falling onto the undulating red monster that enveloped her in saliva, she watched in horror as the ceiling gave way quickly to a dangling bulb. A hard sucking feeling gripped her and finally. the floor she was on gave way as she was swallowed greedily, whole and alive, sending her hurtling deep into the depths of Anna's body.

Marco was holding tight to the guard rails in his room as the sudden drop nearly shook him off his feet. Nevertheless, the pod's gyroscope had maintained their orientation as the pill sized vehicle dropped deep into Jenna's body. As Jenna had closed her mouth to swallow, a terrifying darkness had enveloped the ship and just as the last rays of light were blocked out by lips, the darkness was pushed back by a glow emitted from the outer walls of the pod. Marco was replaying the images of the past few minutes again and again in his head. He was awestruck thinking about what was happening to him, the trip he was taking was a common one for many people now, thanks to his efforts. For him however, it was like flying to the moon, something he now intended to do, just to see if his comparison was correct.

Even with the pod lights on the glow seemed to melt into a distant blackness as a final drop landed the pod within the confines of Jenna's stomach. He doubted he would ever encounter such an all-encompassing darkness as the darkness he was confronted with now. From the meager ilumination that lighted the immediate area, he could barely make out slight ripples on the ground. The darkness was complete as his sight failed to even make out the entrance they had fallen from, all he could see was a black sky, devoid of any feature save for the utter lack of light. No stars existed in this universe.


A harsh knock on the door broke his reverie. Turning the ceiling opaque as he turned to answer the door, he wondered if such darkness existed within the man who stood on the other side.

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"The pod has been entering the stomach cavity with a much successfulness," reported a short, thickly moustached man with a clipboard.

"Vee vill be monitoring de zituation vrom dis control room with de zattelite dat vill track de pod, den when Madam arrives at de ground level again, ve vill update Madam vith de progress" said another man, with an equally thick moustache.

"Yes, we will be staying and controlling everything until you are arriving. You will be hearing from us if there is anything that is discomfiting, but do not be worrying as we will be very caring in our monitoring," said Moustachio 1.


"Where does Marco get these guys," thought Jenna as she nodded to the two technicians and slipped on a tiny earpiece that would enable her to hear the reports from the technicians, as well as a different report, one that would be directly from Marco. Without the knowledge of any of his men, and certainly without drawing any attention from Lee's quarter, Marco had installed an emergency channel which was broadcast directly to Jenna's reciever. Just a safety measure, he had told her. It was one that she fully agreed with.


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"Mr Cortez, I have to thank you for your hospitality and understanding in carrying out my request," said Lee from behind the bartop, as Marco walked out to meet him.

"It was my pleasure, Mr Xiang, though I have to admit, I am still very curious about your reasons," replied Marco as he took the seat across from Lee at a small table in the middle of the room. The central hub of the transport pod was filled with soft ambient light and the ceiling had been darkened. Sinking back into the soft black leather, Marco posed his question with a slight apprehensiveness, a touch of nerves that flashed by his face, to be quickly replaced with Marco's trademark smile.

"Ah, all that shall be explained shortly, but tell me first, would you like a drink before we begin?" Lee continued nonchanlantly.

Gazing at the strange man who was playing host in his capsule, Marco gestured to an 18 year old aged Scotch, held fast by a bottle holder on a shelf beside the bar.

"I've always been one for a Scotch with business," he said, watching the surprisingly young Regional Operations Manager of the Millenarian Corporation walk over with the bottle and two glasses in hand.

"Personally I prefer vodka, but I that has to do with my upbringing in Vladivostok," said Lee, pouring two out to pegs of the golden brown liquor before taking a seat at the table.

"There, whisky was a rare commodity, but we could always find bootleg vodka...which tasted similar to the rice wines of my hometown, " Lee said raising his glass.

"Salut," he cheered before downing his peg.

"Salut," echoed Marco, clinking his glass and taking a sip.

"Ah, very good fire," Lee commented as he placed his glass down and proceeded to fill it up with another peg.

"Anyway, living in the cold Russian city taught me something as a young man," Lee said, giving Marco a look that was obviously aimed to elicit a response from Marco.

"What did it teach you, Mr Xiang?" asked Marco, staring back at Lee's unnering gaze.

"It taught me about survival, about how to pawn a weak hand for a stronger one and most importantly, it taught me the importance of timing," Lee continued, his face a mask of contemplation, though his eyes betrayed his true concentration. Marco could feel the man sizing him up, though he could not be sure why. Somehow he felt he was about to find out.

"I'm sure you have aquired similar knowledge Mr Cortez, if not, you would have to be a very lucky man to be sitting here today," he continued in the absence of a reply.

"Well, if you consider sitting inside a tablet sized container surrounded by a lake of caustic acid, buried within another person's body with no hope of escape being lucky, I guess I'd have to agree with you," remarked Marco with a slight smile. Still, his mind was already working out possible meanings to each of the man's sentences. Marco did not consider himself lucky, despite anything Lee had to say about it. He was just painfully aware of every situation facing him.

"Ah, but she is a beautiful woman, this person you are speaking of. Tell me Mr Cortez, is she important to you?" said Lee, taking a swallow of whisky.

"She must be important or else you would not be here would you Mr Cortez," Lee continued without waiting for Marco's answer.

"Perhaps," said Marco, his nerves sharpening along with the tension in the room.

"And perhaps we should move our discussion back to the terms of our agreement now," he continued, his voice steely as he stared Lee down.

"But you fail to see Mr Cortez, we are discussing our agreement. You may consider this a preamble. You see, we have been watching you for the past two years Mr Cortez. Especially your endeavours in our part of the world. Naturally, we are interested in your progress," Lee elaborated.

"Just as your empire has expanded, ours is slowly losing ground to new competitors, forcing us to consider other...alternatives," he continued.

"And that is why you have come to me, correct?" Marco spoke up, taking another sip of the whiskey. He was starting to feel very hot and he put the glass down, loosening his tie as the air became even stuffier.

"Yes, but I'm afraid, we are not here to sign an agreement," Lee said finally.

"What are you saying?" Marco replied, quickly pressing the button on his cuff that activated the emergency channel to Jenna.

"You are starting to feel very warm right now Mr Cortez. Is that not true? Well, dont worry about answering, let me tell you why," Lee continued, getting out of his chair.

"You asked earlier about the reason for my request. Let me tell you, oh please Mr Cortez, do not get up, I assure you it would be pointless," admonished Lee as Marco struggled to find strength to get up.

"I slipped a rather potent sedative into your glass, though I'm sure you've already figured that out. Why? Well, it is simple. You may consider this a hostile takeover. Look at your establishment, your facilities. Yet, only you and this woman of yours run the show. Do you realise how dangerous it is to not diversify your power base?" said Lee.

"It is difficult to take down a man of your position and power. Now you are going to lose it all. That, Mr Cortez, is the reason for my request. You are without any aid now and after I get rid of you, my agent will remove this pod..forcibly. With the two of you out of the way, my company will buy over the rest of your subordinates and appropriate your properties. It is only most unfortunate that we do not have your knowledge of how to hack into the matter converters. Perhaps you will share that secret with me? I could give you a quick and painless end in return," Lee continued, a sinister grin playing on his face as he watched the helpless man slump in his chair.

"You bastard, I will never" replied Marco, his voice a feeble whisper.

"Oh I assure you Mr Cortez, you will or else you will suffer the pain of being eaten alive in a lake of acid. Surely, you would rather spare yourself that indignity," Lee retorted.

"Bastard..Jenna..I hope you're listening, you're gonna have to get me out of this one quick, like I said, wait for my cue and then I'm going to need you to slam your stomach okay," Marco muttered quickly under his breath as Lee dragged his limp body out of the chair.


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Jenna was surprised to hear the communicator flipped on as she stood in the lift with the four bodyguards. Masking her reactions, she heard Lee's entire monologue and was even more surprised at how Marco had accurately predicted the threat to his life. But even he had not expected Lee's vile plan to dispose of him and then eliminate Jenna. Keeping herself calm, she went through the pattern that Marco had laid out for her if they were to find themselves threatened. The first step would be to isolate herself from the bodyguards. Although Marco trusted his men, he had explicitly stated that Jenna should expect no help from them. Jenna wasn't about to disregard the warning, now she would have to find a way to get herself out of their site. Thankfully, they had yet to leave the building. Her private car was still on the lot, that would be her objective for now.

"...Jenna..I hope you're listening....wait for my cue," she heard Marco, barely making out his voice but getting the gist of his message.

"I've got you boss, just be careful," she wished him silently, turning to the guards.

"Hey guys, I'm so sorry, but I've left my passport back in the office. I'll be right back, go ahead and secure the limo please," she told the four guards.

"I'm afraid we can't let you go alone Mam, Mr Cortez gave us strict orders to have our eyes on you," replied one of Marco's men.

"That's alright Sven, I understand, but I'll only be a minute. Please, go to the cars and I will join you soon," Jenna replied unflinchingly.

"I will accompany Ms. Baxter," said the chinese attendant. Jenna knew full well what would happen if she were left alone with the woman. Time was running out though, she could not hear much going on and she was starting to fear the worse. But before she could save Marco, she'd have to save herself.


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"Alright Mr Cortez, this is your last chance to reveal the source of your technology, if you refuse, I will open this hatch and Ms Baxter will have her first meal of the day. Your choice," said Lee, as he stood over Marco at the door of the pod.

Slumped across the doorway, Marco felt paralysed, his entire torso and legs incapacitated. All he could do was move his fingers and toes. Hopefully, that would be enough. Looking up at the Chinaman whose hand was on the door release hatch, he started to feel a very real fear building in his chest.

"God I hope Jenna is paying attention," he thought.

"Mr Cortez, I know you can talk. This drug does not paralyse your tongue, so speak up or I will kick you out the door just to prove you can scream," Lee said, his voice taking on a hard edge.

Opening the pod door, Lee pressed his foot against Marco, threatening to roll him out into the darkness. Marco remained silent. He could hear the anger in Lee's voice as he said, "Have it your way then fool."

"NOW JENNA!" Marco shouted just as he got the wind knocked out of him. Lee's kick had nearly pushed him out the door, but he had counted on the man needing a couple to get him to double over and fit through the tight opening.

"JENNA!" he shouted again as Lee wound up for another hard slam to the gut. This time however, a sudden rumble shook the pod and it was all Marco could do to stay plank straight against the doorway while taking the force of another kick. Lee however, was not so lucky. The momentum of his thrust, along with the sudden shake pushed him forward against the doorway, making him trip over Marco's outstretched form.

"Again!" Marco cried out, as Lee tripped over his bruised body. The entire pod seemed to shake with a second tremor. Lying ramrod straight against the doorway, Marco took another hit as Lee stumbled against him and tripped out the door.


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"Madam, ve ave noticed a very strange occurence in de ships systems, de door of de pod vessel haz been opened manually," came the voice of Mustachio 2, as Jenna walked down the corridor and into the office, Lee's assassin following close behind.

"Yes, we are noticing this and we are trying to be ascertaining the reasoning behind this occuring, but Mr Boss is not answering our questionings," Mustachio 1 continued.

"Madam, ve advise you to please come back to de laboratory. Also, ve advise you to please not move suddenly until de communications are restored thank you," said Mustachio 2.

"I'm on my way," said Jenna as she turned to face the woman standing behind her desk.

"We have to go back to the lab, the technicians reported a breach in the pod," Jenna said to her, making no move to get around the desk.

"That will not be necessary, I shall secure the pod" said the woman, brandishing a long, sharp blade.

"Actually, I'd rather go back to the lab," said Jenna scrambling to her feet.

The assassin leapt over the desk just as Jenna backed away, the silver glint of the assassin's blade barely missing her neck. Undaunted, the woman charged toward Jenna, striking hard at her. It was all Jenna could do to dodge the attacks, as the black haired beauty struck at her again and again. Backing away further, she found herself pressed against a wooden cupboard, the one she stored her various selections of tea in.

"NOW JENNA!" she heard Marco shout in her ear.

"Shit," she muttered, as the assassin's blade whizzed towards her. Quickly, she pulled open one of the cupboard doors, putting the solid wood between her face and the incoming knife.

"Raa!" shouted the assassin as the blade stuck fast in the wood. Leaving it there, she whirled around the makeshift sheild and struck Jenna hard in the stomach with her fist.

"JENNA!" Marco shouted again. But Jenna could barely react as the the assassin punched her again, this time striking her left cheek.

"Again!" she heard Marco cry out before another punch hit her in the gut.

The force of the punch forced her to retreat, her arms held up against the barrage of attacks coming from in front. Stumbling back while shielding herself against the crazed assassin, Jenna suddenly had a flash of brilliance. She kicked out at Lee's assassin, striking true and pushing her away for a moment. That was just enough time for Jenna to turn and run back to the edge of her desk, where she slammed her palm against the side. She never thought she'd have to use it, let alone that it would work, but a soft buzzing sound filled the air and when it stopped, the only sound in the room was the sound of her panting breaths.

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Event Log
TIME: 1025
DATE: 14/9
DESCRIPTION: Authorised organic form targeted and reduced. Reduction 98.5%.

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Amanda was close to tears. John's story, though he tried to be as humorous as possible terrified her. But the reason she was close to tears was due to the fact that they had spent the better part of the morning trying to get John back to normal size with no success. Amanda's brand new MCEx was totally unresponsive. Normally, she'd call John over to fix a broken appliance, she had absolutely no clue how to work electronics, let alone fix a complicated piece of machinery like the one staring back at her right then. Even with John telling her what to do, the machine remained stubbornly broken.

"It's alright beautiful, we'll need to call the company to get it fixed," John told her from his perch on her laptop keyboard. It had been his idea to use the inbuilt microphone to pick up his voice and amplify it. The background of the glowing computer screen was filled with colourful patterns, fixed in place as the karaoke programme she'd turned on remained paused.

"But we can't let you just stay this way..what if something happens to you, isn't there something else we can try?" she said to him, walking back to the kitchen counter where John and the laptop lay.

"Relax babe, nothing is going to happen to me, besides, they had better fix this quick or I'll sue them all!" John called back up at her waving his fists in the air in a show of mock anger.

Brushing her hair back, she could feel a choking feeling growing in her chest. This was insane, things like this never happen. That machine was supposed to be safe. She only bought it because it made moving her stuff around so easy. And it was great for storing old junk. She never thought it would work on a human being, let alone her boyfriend. Looking down at her tiny John, she couldn't help feeling a bit ridiculous. She wondered how John felt looking up at her. She must look so different, so gigantic to him. A gigantic, blubbering girl with no make-up on. "I'm hideous," she thought to herself. She felt tears welling up in her eyes, she was sure now that her tiny lover saw her simply as a monster that had tried to swallow him alive.

"Baby, what's wrong?" she heard him say as she wiped tears away from her eyes.

"Sweetheart, listen, everything is going to be alright. Lets just make that call and then how about you and I have some lunch and I'll give you a massage," he continued, his gaze travelling over Amanda's canyon sized cleavage. A pang of hunger ran through his body as he stared at her semi naked flesh, contained barely by the lacy black bra she had on.

"A massage? Are you sure? You're not afraid of me? But..after last night," she said sobbing, her tears streaming down quickly, dropping onto the table. Pulling the robe she was wearing tighter, she seemed to hug herself as she leaned back on the barstool.

"Sweetheart, you're gorgeous. I love you and last night was the best adventure I've had in a long time. I haven't felt so alive in a long time, so cheer up okay? Things can only get better now that I've got you again," answered John, a large grin lighting up his face as he watched several tears splash onto the counter in front of him, forming small pools he could very well swim in.

Amanda smiled, wiping her wet cheeks. He sounded like his positive and optimistic self, but she wondered if that was just a mask for her benefit. She knew for certain that she would be paralysed with fear if she was in his position. The situation was utterly ridiculous. But if John was trying to make the best of it, so would she. Putting aside her own fears, she decided to make a conscious effort to be as positive as John was.

"Well okay..but only if you tell me something first," Amanda said, gazing at the tiny figure on her laptop.

"Sure," John replied, his eyes still stuck looking into the darkness that now hid Amanda's bountiful breasts from his view. He couldn't wait to explore her at this size, the thought had never occured to before, but looking at the gorgeous woman, he didn't really care if the company took awhile to fix his situation. He was perfectly fine for now.

"Do I look fat to you?" she said, before they both broke out laughing.


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After calling up the local Nutty Joe's dealer, Amanda felt a lot better. Apparently, her machine wasn't the first to malfunction, though she had refrained from telling the man on the line that the malfunction had nearly led to her boyfriend being devoured whole. Watching John munch away at a small segment of bread she had torn off her own sandwich, she could hardly help laughing. He looked so strange, sitting on top of the sliver of bread, tearing away bits of it to eat.

"I've never eaten anything while sitting on it at the same time, it's fun! You should try it babe, seriously. Oh and would you mind cutting me a slice of chocolate please? I've gotta try that," John shouted up at her.

"Chocolate? Alright John, but you'd better watch your eating! Don't want you losing that trim physique before all this is over, I'm missing you already..." Amanda replied laughing.

"What a killjoy. Well, just a bit then thanks," John replied.

As she served her tiny man, Amanda's thoughts began to drift to the night before. She had been so drunk, but surely she would have seen her tiny lover at some point. Why couldn't she remember? As she took another bite out of her sandwich, she had the sudden urge to look inside. Looking down at John happily enjoying his meal, she discreetly split the two slices open and looked inside. Nothing.

But the thought wouldn't leave her mind. Was it really so easy to overlook a tiny creature in her food? Had she inadvertently consumed other creatures, other people even? She remembered reading somewhere that the average human consumed a ton of bugs or so every year in their food.

If it had almost happened to John, how could she be sure it wouldn't happen again? Didn't happen again? Or maybe these things were just meant to happen... How could she know for sure? John had survived but these machines were in almost every home nowadays, every other office. The repair man did say hers was not the first malfunction he had heard off.

It was surprising that no one had been affected before. Or had they? Would it be reported? She doubted there would be any way to tell if a person had disappeared due to being minimized. How many missing people out there were really not missing, how many were still lurking around their homes or workplaces, hoping for help, hoping to be saved. How many had dared to approach their normal sized loved one's, like John had in her case. How many had been as lucky? Her eyes glazed over as she thought about the possibilities while taking bite after bite of her sandwich.


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"Eh Mario, get over here," said Giovanni as he put down the phone. The shop was closed for the day as his staff scrambled to keep up with the sudden rise in malfunctioning MCEx's and MCEz's. All over town, machine's had been breaking down and he'd spent the better part of the night answering warranty claims from angry customers.

"I'll be right there Mr. Salvatore," came the reply from the back of the shop.

"We got another one up at Queens Street. THe lady, she sounded like, how you say, pissed off, so you better get down there quick," Giovanni shouted back at the young man.

"Diavolo," Mario muttered under his breath. "I've got to get to the other job first Mr. Salvatore, you know the one that came in last night," he shouted back.

"I dont care which one you do first, just get those machine's fixed before my phone decides to break itself okay?" said Giovanni picking up another call. He'd never sell another extended warranty ever again.


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Buzz. Mario rang the buzzer at the reception of a fancy apartment building in the Upper East, one of those million dollars a pad buildings with the marble floors and chandelier the size of his room decorating the ambiently lit lobby. The doorman had let him in, pointing him in the direction of the intercoms right beside the empty reception desk. Mario took a look around before the speaker crackled to life and a husky, deeply feminine voice came over the line.

"Ooo, he's a handsome one Kari, where'r you from pretty boy?" said the voice from the speakerbox.

"Ah, I'm Mario..from Nutty Joe's...I'm here to repair your MCEx," Mario answered, smiling as he noticed the small button camera beside the keypad.

"Mmm alright hot stuff, you kept us waiting quite awhile now. Come on up then," the voice said as a beep sounded beside the elevator.

Punching in the stop for floor number 29, Mario closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He couldn't stand small spaces, and the thought of being in a tiny box as it rocketed up the side of a building had never appealed to him. But 29 floors was a long walk up so he took another deep breath and waited for the doors to open.

"29th Floor," an automated female voice announced.

"Here we go," muttered Mario, stepping into the corridor that led to apartment number 8.

"And he's tall too," said the woman who opened the door, covered up in nothing but a short towel. She didn't sound like the lady who spoke over the intercom, so Mario assumed the pretty young brunnette was Kari .

"Eh you should see my cousin Dino, he's so tall they wouldn't let him ride the Corckscrew down at the pier," said Mario with a smile, letting a touch of nervousness creep into his voice. The pretty brunnette laughed at his attempt and ushered him into the living room of what had to be the most luxurious apartment Mario had ever seen. And he'd been in many, many apartments.

"I'm Kari," the brunnette said, confirming Mario's thoughts. "We've been having some trouble getting the machine going and Anqelique's eager to get it up and running again..." she continued.

"Ah I see, dont worry, I'll get it up and going in a few eh," said Mario with a quick wink as he walked with her into the kitchen.


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"Handsome and handy around the house, what a catch you'd be," said a voice from above.

Mario peeked out from the open cabinet and let his gaze ascend the long, toned thighs in front of him, that led to him being met by a sultry look from a pair of deep, hazel-blue eyes. Her body seemed made for sex and her presence was unadulterated sensuality. All he could think about was how much he wanted her.

"I could say the same about you, but I think you're the kind of woman that lets herself get caught," Mario replied, his gaze unwavering.

A smile turned around the right corner of her blood red lips, and for a moment, her eyes turned away from his.

"And he thinks too, how do you keep the ladies of you?" she replied with a smirk.

"The greasy overalls help," said Mario with a laugh, finally breaking eye contact with her and turning back to the machine inside the cupboard.

"I'm almost done fixing your converter Miss..." he said.

"Beaumont," Angelique replied.

Mario was starting to get a feel for the woman, but his time was running out if he wanted her. And things were just that much harder for him because Kari was around. Initially, he had not even thought about it, but the woman standing behind him was too good to pass up. See Mario liked to provide a full service experience for his clients, usually bored, middle aged women who's husbands worked too much and did too little.

Most women loved the attention he'd give them when he worked their appliances, often letting him pay more attention to them later. It was cliche, he knew, but it broke the monotony of his work. Occasionally though, he'd come across a gem like Angelique. His mind was going into overdrive figuring out what he'd do as he snapped the cover back onto the MCex.

"Alright, it's fixed," he said, standing up.

"Kari dear, the machine is fixed," Angelique called out.

Mario watched as the pretty brunette walked back into the kitchen, this time wearing shorts and a t-shirt in response to her darker haired housemate. And what dark hair...Mario could just imagine the wavy locks of obsidian falling across her naked back as...

"Mario? Would you mind testing it out with us before you go?" Kari asked him.

"Uhm, sure, of course, if you have something you want to test it with" Mario answered back, the images quickly fading into reality.

"We do, I'll just go get it," Angelique replied as she walked around the counter and into the adjacent room.


"So how long have you two been dating?" Mario asked, looking to provoke a response.

"2 years," came the reply from a grinning Kari.

"Owh, really now.." Mario said, unsure if she was pulling his leg or if she meant it. He'd be hard pressed to get in with Miss Sensuality if Kari was more than a roommate.

"Yes really, but occasionally, we let a guy come along for a date," Kari replied.

"Ah, now that sounds like fun," Mario said back, the feeling of relief washing over him. He might just get lucky anyway, he thought as the smiling brunnette walked up to him slowly.

"It is fun," Kari replied her arms reaching up to his neck, her eyes looking deep into his.

"You'd like our dates," she continued, as she slowly leaned into his lips and Mario closed his eyes.


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"Eh Dino, I can't get through to Mario," Giovanni shouted out back.

"There's another call from that lady again, said he didn't show, I want you to go look into it," he continued.

"Yes sir Mr Giovanni sir," replied Dino with a sigh of frustration.

"That bastardo," he muttered under his breath as he picked up his jacket and made his way out the door.


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Mario opened his eyes and stared back into Kari's. Not a bad kiss, he actually enjoyed it. Still, he wanted Angelique and if making Kari happy was the way to her, he could think of worse obstacles to fall in his way.

Just as he thought that, a loud boom shook him and took his gaze away from the brunette. Turning around he realised...

"Apparently your overalls weren't greasy enough little man," boomed that husky voice.

"Per l'amor di dio," muttered Mario as Kari walked away and climbed into Angelique's open palm.