The well furnished living room was a vast, expansive area, gigantic by all considerations - well, at least if you were only a half inch tall and marching your way across an massive end table. The occupants of the home were currently out, much to the relief of the tiny pair. The miniature girl - a 19 year old cheerleader named Amelia Bond (or Amy to her friends) lead the way with a spring in her step, her companion Jackson Lake close behind.

As the pair hiked towards a two towering wine glasses in the far distance, Amy broke the silence. "So what's your story?"

"Well, up until yesterday, I was pretty boring, actually. I'm just a 20-ish year old guy at college - same as everybody else. I am- I mean I was working my way through a degree in Advanced Sciences and Mathematics." He paused, looking away momentarily from the blonde girl. "Oh, and I have a confession."

"Ooh - confession is good for the soul. Tell me!" she said, leaning in close.

"You won't be angry?" He asked, shuffling a little bit, thinking to himself on how good she smelled.

"Of course not."

"It involves you, you know."

"Ah! The mystery grows deeper. Spill." She commanded, as she grabbed his arm and started trekking across the table again.

"Well," he said sheepishly, "we met at the bar earlier tonight, the one just off campus"

"The Dray? Yeah - I was there. I didn’t see you - although I was pretty self absorbed in drowning my sorrows and having way too much to drink. "

"That's okay, you wouldn't have noticed me - although I sure as hell noticed you." Jackson smiled sheepishly

"What did you do? Were you a distant admirer or something?" she smiled. "Loved Lorne from across the distant room?"

"No - you, um - well, I got drunk."

The two reached the books stacked next to the tall glasses. The first "shelf", the spine of a hard cover, was several feet above their head, and towered in the distance. The smell of paper was strong, permeating the air. It smelled good, like a libarary. She cocked her head back, long blonde hair cascading down her back. This was going to be the tough bit. "It's a bar, silly - that's what you were supposed to do."

"No, I mean I was - I was floating in the first beer you had this evening".

"Oh. Oh my." She looked down. "Wait a second - you were inside me? Wow." She motioned to boost her up to the next level. Moments later she rolled to her stomach on the ledge and offered a hand down. "So what happened?"

"Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt. Apparently whatever shrunk us made us more invulnerable than you would think. So I dog-paddled around in your stomach for the evening, tried to get your attention, before I found myself on your floor after you took a turn at the porcelain god."

She chuckled lightly. "I did have a bit more to drink than I intended, I guess." She smiled and offered Jackson a leg up to the next level. "Well, pleased to meet you, then." She said, reaching out and shaking Jackson's hand.

"You're not upset?"

"No - actually it's kind of exciting."

They reached the base of the side of the glasses, the stack of books just taller than the rim by about 15 feet. Taking a deep breath, Amy stepped back, took a running start and lept into space. Impacting the side, she quickly side to the bottom of the transparent surface. Coming to rest on the cold, hard surface, she turned to her friend. "Come on!" She shouted, waving at the still climbing Jackson. Within moments, he let go, dropping to the bottom of the goblet.

"So tell me," she asked, scooting closer to Jackson, "What was it like?"

"What was what like?"

"Don’t play stupid - I mean what was it like inside me?"

He laughed, leaning back and closing his eyes. "Scary at first - I thought for sure I was dead. I've never been so out-of-control in my life. Nothing I could do, nothing I could say, nothing I could think of, could change my destiny." He sat up. "And so for the first few minuets I was more concerned with staying alive and out of your stomach acids than documenting the experience." He smiled, looking at the cheerleader's bare midriff. "After a little bit I started to realize that you weren’t hurting me - I was well past the point where I should have started seeing some kind of effect. At the very least the lack of oxygen should have been a problem."

"And so there you sat."

"And there I sat, waist deep in your hydrochloric acid. Once I figured out that you couldn’t hurt me, well I calmed down - and it was dark, pitch black. Fortunately I had a pocket flashlight with me."

"and?"

"Not much to see, really - mostly a swamp of digestive juice, surrounded by wrinkled walls glistening with slime and fresh acid. The beer sloshed about as you moved, and your stomach occasionally churned as your muscles mixed the contents."

"Wow."

"But the thing I remember the most? The bounding of your heart. The massive organ was right above me, a constant source of booming every few seconds. All in all, it was the most impressive, scary, overwhelming sensation I've ever had." He hesitated for a moment. "And it was cool"

Amy sat there, savoring the story - until her introspection was rudely interrupted suddenly as the room was filled with the sound of keys in the door and the unbelievably massive doorknob turning.

Amy looked up, as the two giants entered into the room; one of them was her brother Gary - an young man of about 33-ish. - very handsome and strong. With him was a woman - his fiancee. She was tall and very athletic, a long mane of red hair, reaching the middle of her back. She wore an expensive evening green evening dress, cut from the ankle to the hip. She kicked off her high heel dress shoes into a corner of the room as she spun and collapsed onto the couch. Amy's brother crossed to the end of the table, and reached for the two wine glasses - and Jackson and Amy.

Jackson grabbed Amy and curled up into as tight a ball as possible, trying to look even smaller. Amy gasped as the enormous fingers made contact with the glass. She watched in fascination as the wall of flesh pressed flat and turned slightly white. But the examination was brief as a thousand pound weight was pressed down upon the two. The glasses lifted high into the air.

Within seconds, Gary crossed the room, placing the glasses on other end of the table, directly in front of his lovely wife-to-be. He spun on his heel and exited the room to the kitchen. She placed her tired feet up on the table, flexing her sore toes, grateful to have them free of their prison of bondage.

"The guy - that's my brother." She said, nodding to the closed kitchen door. "We're siblings, but we're . . . we're not very close." She pointed the other way, "The girl is Theresa Ashley Smith. I've only met her once before."

Theresa adjusted her foot slightly, her big toe mischievously touching the rim of the glass and rocking the container back and forth slightly. The pair inside - not more than a couple dozen feet away from their prospective - could look up and see the vast collection of swirls and canyons and valleys on the bottom of the Theresa's toe. Amy gasped at seeing movement on this scale not but a few feet from her. She could just reach out. . .

Jackson leaned back against the glass, looking directly up at the massive big toe looming over his head. "Playful, isn't she?"

"Yes. I wonder if we could get her to knock that off."

"Would you like me to climb up there and ask her to knock it off?"

There was no need. Moments later, the toe withdrew. Rummaging and cursing could be heard coming from the kitchen. Clearly Gary was having troubles with the wine.

Jackson leaned forward, folding his arms across his chest. "So, I've spilled my heart out to you. You're turn - what's your story?"

In the space of a heartbeat, Amy went from friendly and warm to quiet. "It's not important, now."

He didn't want to press. After a few long moments of silence, he decided to move ahead anyway. "I take it not everything is great at home?"

She nodded curtly. Jackson slipped an arm around her shoulders. "You can tell me. I mean I've been more intimate with you than anybody else before." He said in a light tone. That got a slight smile from the girl.

"I don't have the lot in the way of friends. I'm not easy to get along with. I've leaded a sheltered life."

Jackson leaned in close, ingoring the titans around them, putting an arm around Amy's shoulder. "I noticed that."

"What are they calling me now around school? 'Ice queen bitch'?"

"Ah - something like that." He took a deep breath before pressing on. "I think the words 'controlling, demanding bitch' comes to mind."

She moved away, every so slightly. "That's just it - nobody gets that it's the public persona. Daddy loves to look like he's spoiling me, treating me like a princess, so I have to smile and play nice. When we're behind closed doors, it's quite a different story. And then I get nasty rumors started by jilted jock boyfriends - when I don’t spread my legs, they spread their rumors. " Amy looked away, unable to meet Jackson's gaze. "Am I perfect? No - but I'm not quite the monster everyone makes me out to be."

The moment hung long in the air between them Finally Amy spoke. "Listen - I don't know why I'm telling you this."

"Because I'm the only man who's been inside your intestines?"

She smiled, and shook her head, her blond hair spilling out behind her. "Let's not talk about it now - it'll just ruin the moment." Another total shift of mood in a blink of an eye - she was good at hiding behind masks, swapping them out at a moments notice.

Then the tidal wave of wine hit them.

.

"Ta-dah!"

Greg finally emerged from the kitchen, victorious. A mangled cork in one hand, the open bottle of very expensive Riesling in the other - and a broad smile across his face. Theresa shot up excitedly, swinging her legs off the table. Greg grabbed the one glass, pouring himself a healthy shot of the wine. He leaned forwards, and unintentionally drenched his tiny sister and her equally tiny boyfriend.

Theresa leaned forward, gently picking up her glass. "To the future." She said, lifting her glass aloft. With that, she brought the glass to her lips, and drew a mighty gulp, downing the contents in one, greedy go.

A split second after draining her goblet, Theresa began coughing. Greg crossed and put his hand on her back as she leaned forward, her body rippleing with slight convulsions. "Are you ok dear?"

Moments later, the fit subsided and she caught her breath. "Felt like I swallowed the wrong way - and I think I felt something else go down with the wine."

Gary handed the mangled cork to her. "It was just part of this. I wasn't very gentle getting it out of the bottle, so I imagine that there is the occasional stray remnant." He waved his hand, "Pay it no mind."

Meanwhile, in the glass, millions of gallons of white wine caught the shrunken pair off guard. As the sweet smelling Riesling cascaded around them, Jackson lost his grip on Amy. Both were caught up in the vast current and swirled away from each other. As the flow subsided, the two bobbed to the surface. Jackson started to dogpaddle over to his companion just as the glass was violently jerked into the air.

"This. . . is. . . the", she shouted between gasps "the worst. . . plan. . . EVER!!!"

Amy reached for Jackson's outstretched hand as gravity equalized itself. Their fingertips lightly brushed as their world went all crazy again - and the two were separated again. Jackson barely had time to bob to the surface again before the world went dark. It was hot, humid and non-stop. The currents in the wine twisted and tumbled, sending the pair out of control, as powerful muscles guided their every move. He plunged down Theresa's throat first, screaming all the way - more like someone at the top of a roller coaster, than someone gripped by abject terror.

The cup tipped away for a moment, the massive red lips before her closing, Theresa savoring the wine that was in her mouth. And then the glass was on the move again as Theresa's mighty maw opened again, and wine cascaded into the void. Amy was towards the end of the flow. She bobbed to the surface just in time to hit her head on Theresa's dangling uvula. Tiny face met slimy flesh as Amy instinctively reached out for support. Her fingernails dug into the meat, slowing her decent. The wine below her slowed to a trickle.

Amy scrambled her feet, trying to find purchase on the flesh that supported her - without luck. And then the giantess noticed someone clinging to her - or more accurately her autonomic reflexes did. The living tunnel shook as Theresa swallowed - hard. The suction overcame the tiny cheerleader and she was yanked away, plunging her into the darkness below. . . .

.

As the suction overcame her and the darkness of Theresa's body enveloped her, Amy tried to flail as she dropped. But powerful muscles squeezed from all sides and gravity is an un forgiving mistress. The swallowing reflex massaged her lower and lower down the fleshy tube until moments later the tube vanished and opened up into a vast chamber. Falling briefly, Amy landed with a wet squelch and rolled to a stop. She lay there, panting -partially from the crushing weight from all sides, and partially from the excitement.

"Welcome to stop one of the Theresa Tour." Jackson said, his arms spread wide. Above him, the majesty of Theresa's stomach towered. She blinked for a second at the illumination, until she realized that it was Jackson's pocket maglight.

Amy shakily got to her feet. "That was a hell of a ride. Was it this bad for you inside my stomach?"

He shrugged and crossed to her, unsteady on the wobbly, living ground. "You were a lot more gentle. You sipped, she gulped."

Amy stopped short, listening intently. "Oh my god - listen to that!" She ran to one side of the chamber and placed her head directly against the wall of Theresa's stomach. "I can hear her heartbeat."

Then a revelation dawned on her. She sharply jumped back from the wall. "Do you think she can feel us moving around in here?"

"I don't know - could you feel me?"

She looked sheepishly. "Well . . . no, but I was really drunk at the time." she reached out and touched the wall again. "I think I could have swallowed an elephant and not noticed."

"So, shall we look around?"

An evil smile dawned across Amy's face. "Want to find out if she CAN feel us?"

"So, what do you propose?"

Amy leaned against the wall of Theresa's stomach, flicking the lining with her index finger. No response. "I don't know - you have more experience at this than I do."

"Dear, I've only been inside one other person - and she could tell me as much as I could tell her." All further conversation was abruptly cut off as suddenly the stomach went all crazy. Theresa was moving. The tiny pair could feel her leaning backwards, probably settling down on the couch. A few moments later, the landscape settled down again.

Amy picked herself up off the floor, brushing herself off (a largely useless gesture - but more of a dignity saving one). She picked her way through the folds of the stomach, and stopped at the wall. She could just hear the murmur of conversation just outside Theresa.

"Hey! They're talking about us - well, me at least." Amy shoulder charged the stomach wall. "Hey! Yooo hoo! I'm right here! I'm inside your fiancée!" She started hitting the wall with her fists again and again - all to no apparent effect. The same steady heartbeat, the same intervals of rumble as air is sucked into Theresa's lungs.

After a few moments, the micro-cheerleader gave up, and collapsed to the floor. "Well, that was a bust."

Jackson sat up from between two folds in Theresa's flesh. "So how would we know if she did notice us? What? She'd say hello?"

She rolled over on her stomach, looking Jackson straight in the eyes. "Yeah, you're right - forget her - we'll try again later. So, you wanna fuck? "

Jackson blinked at the sudden proposal. Well, that was an unexpected turn of events.

* * * * * * * *

Finishing off the last of the contents, Theresa set the glass of wine down on the table. She slid back on the couch and swung her feet up onto the table, a wave of tiredness sweeping over her. Gary returned from the kitchen where he had just dropped off the bottle of wine.

"So I wonder where Amy has gone. She said she'd meet us." The man said, swirling the goblet of wine in his left hand. "She can be irresponsible, but this takes the biscuit!"

"All her stuff is here, so she cant have gone too - " She paused. A strange look crossed Theresa's face.

"Problem, dear?"

She didn't respond. After a long moment, she shook her head. "It's nothing - just an upset stomach. its gone now."

"You've had a long, hard day - perhaps the wine is getting to you." Gary said, moving to the couch, and gently stroking the back of her head, her long red hair intertwining with his slender fingers.

She looked at the clock. "Yeah you're probably right. I should go home. It's getting late anyway."

"Of course dear - you're nearly twenty-three now, its way past your bed time." He said with a mischievous smile. "Old timers like you can't stay up as late as they used to."

"You jerk." She put her hand on his forehead and playfully shoved him over. "Just for that - no goodnight kiss."

With that, she slipped her shoes on, grabbed here coat and headed out into the hallway and home. . . .

.

"The car's stopped." Jackson said, ear up against Theresa's stomach. The ground started swaying again as their host began walking. "Okay, I hear keys. There's the door." He scrunched up his face, trying to identify a sound. "I have no idea what that was - some sort of 'thunk' sound. That's defiantly a zipper and the rustle of cloth."

Amy lay between a fold of Theresa's stomach, on her belly, kicking her bare feet in the air behind her. "And? And?"

"Water, I think." A kind of oscillation ran through Theresa's entire body. "I think she's brushing her teeth."

A few moments pass without running commentary from Jackson. Then suddenly, the entire world shifts 90 degrees. The two miniature people tumble head over heels in a flurry of 'oofs' 'ouches' and 'arghs'. They roll to a stop against the soft, yielding flesh. The only noise is the omnipresent heartbeat far above their heads.

"Yup - she' s in bed." They both say simultaneously.

* * * * * * * *

After brushing her teeth, Theresa crossed to the bookshelf in her bedroom. Grabbing a half-finished tome - an old Percy Gardner spy novel she picked up at a used store once upon a time - she walked across her room, sat on her bed. She flicked on the night stand light and lay down.

It had been a long, busy day - filled with a bunch of annoying, controlling people who insisted on getting their own way at the upcoming wedding. Mothers demanding this color, fathers insisting on this flower arrangement. It was a mad house she hated to put up with. She was tempted to throw it all in and run off to elope somewhere. It would serve them all right.

She sighed. Finally, her time was her own. She was completely, totally isolated - nothing to disturb her, no interruptions on hand. She'd disconnected the phone, the door was locked - she was alone.

Suddenly the flutter at the pit of her stomach was back again. She shook her head, tried to ignore the sensation, and went back to reading. The feeling came back again, this time much stronger. It felt as if a butterfly had been caught within her belly as was trying desperately to escape.

She set the book down, and pulled up her nightshirt. All she saw was her taunt abdomen muscles - certainly nothing that could be causing this. She shuddered, as the feeling started again - much stronger and this time more sustained. The feeling lasted for nearly thirty seconds, as opposed to the brief spurts from before.

John and Megan tickled, poked and prodded their fleshy chamber for all they were worth. Meg used everything in the Official Cheerleader's Handbook to Jumping she knew - and some things she didn't know. John simply went six rounds with the stomach shaped punching bag. But despite their best efforts, the giant prodding fingers never returned. Finally, the whole stomach shifted to the left ninety degrees, sending the two occupants bouncing into the far wall.

"What the hell is the matter with her?" Meg said, kicking at the wall with her foot. "She *HAS* to be noticing this!"

John just lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, listening to the distant heartbeat grow slower and slower. The roaring sound of her breathes slowing, and becoming more regular. "Theresa must think that we're figments of her imagination or something."

"I'll give her figments!"

"You might as well give it up." He said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. "She's going to sleep."

Meg sank to her knees and flopped on her back. "How could she possibly go to sleep with two teeny people constantly poking her from the inside?"

No response.

Megan rolled over to glare, but her boyfriend had fallen fast asleep.

She flopped onto her back, rolling her eyes. "How typical."