The bar was packed as I moved through it to get another drink. The remaining ice in my gin&tonic was jingling as I squeezed through the crowd to finally secure a spot at the bar. I still wasn't sure why my friends wanted to come all the way out to Brooklyn just to come to this place.

Sure, there were video games, and that was cool, I guess, if you were like a nerd or something. All the bartenders had this pretentious hipster vibe to them though. Plus, they were treating me like shit, just because I wasn't drinking their gay fancy beers or whatever. It's not my fault this place didn't have real beer like bud light.

The girls weren't even that cute. They were all stereotypical hipster chicks; pale skin, weird make-up, huge glasses, and definitely not down to fuck. Now here I was standing at the bar waving a twenty back and forth while the bartenders ignored me. Fuckers better not be expecting a tip.

Then someone tapped me on the shoulder, so I turn around, and it's this chick. Like every other woman in the place she had pale skin, her dark brown hair was done up in a pony tail at the top of her head, she had huge black plastic glasses around her brown eyes, and her lips were this bright red shock of globby lipstick. “Hey asshole,” she said, “You're in my seat.”

“What?” I replied, noticing that I had shoved aside one of the bar stools to get this open spot at the bar.

She gestured to a nearly empty glass of beer with a coaster set on top of it, and then she pointed at some tote bag that sat on a hook below the bar. “My seat, bro,” she said the last word with complete sarcasm, “You're in it.”

“Whatever, let me just get a drink and I'll be gone,” I turned to once more begin waving my twenty at the bartender. Normally I'd probably apologize, maybe even make a play for her, but not on some chick who was probably some weird artist or writer for some obscure music magazine. Fuck, by the look of her, she was probably a lesbian anyway. I tried to get the bartender's attention again, when she tapped my shoulder once more. This time it was a lot harder, like it almost hurt.

As I turned around, I felt weird, like her shoulder tap had some how pushed me lower. I noticed her lipstick covered mouth curl into a smile revealing a set of white teeth, as I shifted to eye level with her, and then below that. Everything seemed to be getting bigger, and fast. While at first I felt like she was just creepily standing at her full height or something, the whole bar was now spinning out of control as the floor expanded beneath me.

By the time everything stopped, I found myself behind the foot-rest I had been leaning on while trying to get the bartender's attention. I watched as the twenty I had just been holding fell down next to me. In its crumpled up state it rose to my waist, and then the largest hand I'd ever seen descended on it, grasping it between long, thin fingers that had red nail polish.

That's when I panicked.

I didn't know if someone had slipped me a drug, or if I were hallucinating, or if it really happened, but I was really fucking small. I followed up the pale, bare arm from the hand to see a face like a mountainside smiling down at me. It was the girl whose seat I had apparently been in. I was panting, and backing up against the bar as her enormous teeth shined in the dim bar light. Her voice cut through the noise of the bar like she was on a PA system, “I'll be back for you in a second, little guy.”

That was when I noticed the sound, it was like everything was playing through stadium speakers. The loud early 90s grunge was suddenly like I was up next to a speaker at a festival show, and every conversation was now too loud to even make out, just a constantly near-deafening white noise. As I finally got a grip on the noise, I realized I needed to get out of here before that bitch who shrank me did whatever it was she was going to do to me.

I knew it'd be weird, but I'd need to find my friends. As I looked around the sea of legs and feet though, I started to wonder if that was really a good idea. Not only could I not remember what the hell they were wearing tonight, I couldn't even begin to guess who they were just by their shoes. That's when I caught sight of the feet in the distance crashing into the ground just as people walked or shifted their weight a little. The sad realization quickly dawned on me, there was no way I was going to make it away from the bar and live, just one misstep by anyone and I was dead. I'd have to move behind the foot rest of the bar and hope my friends either got a drink soon or I could find someone that could help me.

Just as I was about to enact my plan though, I was struck head on by the pointed tip of the giant hipster girl's brown patent leather shoe. I stared across it, and while the pain of the shoe tip digging into my abdomen spread through my body, I couldn't help but take in every detail of this massive shoe. It was like something out of that Sherlock Holmes movie, like old English sort of stuff I mean, with shiny brown leather, a bunch of fancy stitching and holes, and coming up to just around her heel with super thin laces that she had tied up tight. I then shook my head, I was being pressed against a bar by some fucking pretentious hipster bullshit.

That's when I heard the voice of one of those snobby fucking bartenders asking her, “Hey what happened to that guy?”

“That asshole? He left,” She said in response.

“Good. Can you believe that guy asked for a bud light?” The bartender yelled across what to me was the now massive expanse of the bar.

“Bud light? What a douche,” My captor replied as the toe of her shoe ground deeper into my chest. I let out a small yelp of pain, as she announced, “Could I get another drink, I wouldn't be surprised if he fucking roofied me or something.”

“Yeah, sure what can I get you?”

As the conversation turned inevitably toward the ridiculous craft beers this bar apparently specialized in, I pounded against the girl's shoe, hoping that this torture would just end. As I pounded against the shiny brown leather though, I could feel her toes flex playfully in response and then she once again dug the tip of her shoe into my body as if to say, she was just getting started.

I thrashed against this girl's shoe for what seemed to be an eternity. With every ounce of my strength I tried to tear myself away but the small amount of force just the tip of her right foot could produce was enough to pin me in place. As if this couldn't be worse, I was forced to listen to them talk about beer. Leave it to people like them to turn beer into something artsy and alternative.

My attempt to scream bloody murder at this girl as she finally decided on something to drink was cut off by another push from her shoe that shot the air out from my body. The pressure eased and I took in deep gasps of breath as the shoe pulled away. I collapsed back to the ground, resting my hands and body against the cool metal foot rest. As I moved to lean against it though, I had to prevent myself from being immediately repulsed by just how many feet had probably rested on this.

Now having a moment to myself I tried to comprehend my situation. Somehow this girl that was standing in front of me, had shrank me to just a few inches tall. Was it really just because I had 'taken her seat,' because that seemed to be completely ridiculous. I let my eyes scale up her enormous form, from the brown leather shoes, up the tight blue jeans, and to a t-shirt I couldn't make out that was covered in a sleeveless denim vest. Somewhere far above me, I could just make out her chin, and her bright red lips. She didn't look like one of those girls who would wear corsets and thigh high boots, and so I doubt she did this just to torture me. She just didn't seem to be the S&M type.

So why the hell would she do this?

The metal bar I was leaning against suddenly vibrated and shook. I turned to see the smooth underside of her leather shoe. I found myself breathing a sigh of relief as there were no suspicious red stains on the black underside, just the standard amount of dirt and dust you'd expect. Suddenly I heard her voice cut through the noise again, “Thanks.”

Her foot backed away, and landed on the hard concrete in front of the bar. I gulped as I felt a perceptible shake as her foot landed squarely on the floor, and I actually stumbled away. My body landed awkwardly with my ass and hands on the floor. As more of my body was touching the floor I began to feel the near continuous shaking in the ground, and my head swiveled about as I realized that with every step a person made, the ground quaked just a little. None of them realized it, but the whole floor of this bar as solid as it appeared, seemed to be constantly shaking to me.

A massive amount of liquid crashed down in front of the foot rest, and I was splashed with a sticky, black, and very sweet smelling liquid. I quickly realized it was whatever fancy beer this girl had ordered, and it brought me back to more pressing matters. As fast as I could I scrambled to a standing position, and tried to decide: left or right? Either way, I realized, was not in front of this crazy girl.

“Oops,” I heard her booming but still clearly feminine voice say. I craned my head up as she was already leaning down. Her whole body merely bent at the waist, as her long pale arm extended toward me. I could see in her other hand, she held walked looked to be a wine glass but it was filled to the brim with some sort of dark beer, like a Guinness I figured. Still, knowing that the empty hand was reaching for me, I bolted as quickly as I could to my left but after only a few steps my whole body came to a complete halt.

I looked down to find my arms pinned to my sides by the impossibly large fingers of this girl. As I gazed back up at her long arm, and took in her enormous finger, I got the distinct impression that this girl wouldn't be described in a way other than slender, or even spindly. Yet, I realized, her pinky finger was probably as thick as my thigh. With my arms pinned, I couldn't even thrash against her shining red fingernails, or try to pry her massive fingers from my frame. As I struggled against her grip though, I couldn't help but begin to acknowledge that it probably would have been futile anyway.

“Aw,” I heard her say, and I understood that while to me her voice was like a stadium announcer to everybody else it was just a whisper, “Did you really think you could get away?”

I took a deep breath, as deep as I could with her fingers pressing against my body, and shouted while praying someone would hear me, “You fucking bitch! You can't do this!”

She just giggled.
That's the only way she even acknowledged me yelling at her, was to laugh. I had a deep voice, I knew I could stop people from just the way I spoke. At work, when I was in college, on the football field in high school, people had always listened to me. She just laughed.

The girl started rising back to her full height, though she stopped next to her bag as she did. I watched as her fingers deftly spread the off-white of the tote bag open, and suddenly the pressure around me was released. I was suddenly dropping for what seemed to be dozens of feet before I hit into the side and bounced down into a few objects, and then some other structures before I was somehow resting at the bottom of her enormous bag.

As I lay on the somewhat dirty floor of the tote that she used as her purse, the objects and structures I had slammed into began to take on familiar shapes. There were several various make-up applicators laying down here, some of which looked fairly heavy to me. A bag of tissues, a set of keys, loose change, petty cash, a small bag of tobacco for rolling cigarettes, a lighter, and I shuddered as I caught sight of even a few wrapped tampons. Finally, I spotted what looked like her wallet, and it lay open on its side. I slowly pulled myself up deciding that at least I might be able to get some information on my captor.

It was when I started moving toward the wallet though that everything started moving. My head immediately shot upward to watch her hand grip the straps of the bag from the bar hook. With ease the enormous hand lifted the tote containing me and seemed to carry it high into the heavens. Everything begin to slide and turn as my whole world spun about.

Immediately I noticed her wallet begin to fall toward its side, the side I was standing beneath. I turned and scrambled, grabbing at the thick burlap-like material to try and vault myself away. My body crashed into the far side of the bag as the wallet crashed behind me, just barely missing my foot. There was one more massive shift as she slung the bag on to her shoulder. The bag slammed me into her hip bone and I found myself reeling from the shock of hitting her but not actually injured. Then she began to walk, and everything continued to tumble around while I battered again and again into her sharp hips.

As she maneuvered her way through the crowded bar, I found myself cursing her constantly. With rage boiling inside me, and the realization that I was completely trapped inside of her purse with no one even able to hear me, I just started shouting, “You bitch! You didn't even want that seat! Why the hell are you doing this to me? What the fuck did I even do to you?”

I had run out of steam by the time she stopped moving, and I noticed the bag open up. Her enormous face dominated my view, and I glared up at her but I noticed her eyes didn't even search for me. Her gigantic brown eyes slid right over me and then her hand stretched down and grabbed at a few quarters that littered the ground around me. She then picked them up and her hand retreated, the bag closed.

I slumped over, did she not even care?

The rest of the night went on like that. She would move around the bar, which was slowly becoming less packed, and I would jostle about in her bag trying to carefully make sure that I didn't get crushed by any of the everyday items I was trapped with. Every so often, her hand would dip in to grab some more quarters or some cash for another beer, and every time I would stare up at her enormous face, but there was never any response.

Only at the very end of the night, when her hand came in to grab her bag of tobacco, and a small box of rolling papers did her eyes rest on me. I was slumped in the corner away from everything that could jostle around and hurt me, and when her enormous face appeared I couldn't help but just stare up at it wistfully, hoping that somewhere on it there would be some explanation for why she had done this. Instead, she just smiled.

The bag closed, and I was left to my thoughts again. By now, my hopes of escaping were pretty much gone. Even if I could have made it out of the bag, I'd have never been able to survive a fall from this height. I shook my head, having to remind myself that this height wasn't hundreds of feet in the air but just four feet or so. Still, if I could survive the drop it didn't matter anyway. My friends, the only people who might even be inclined to help me, that is if they noticed me at all, would have been long gone by now. There was no way out as far as I could tell.

The bag reopened, and my gaze once again turned to her enormous face. Between her enormous red lips sat a carefully hand-rolled cigarette, held perfectly straight with practiced ease. I watched as the bag of tobacco and rolling papers dropped down, and the bag of tobacco caused a shudder throughout her tote. Her gigantic hand once more entered, pawing around before it pulled out a cheap lighter and carried it to to her face, lighting the cigarette held between her pursed lips. I watched as she dropped the lighter and took her first drag. She inhaled deeply, and then I felt her eyes rest on me. Her red lips curled into a smile as she blew her smoke directly into the bag before closing it and returning it to her shoulder once more.

I coughed for what seemed to be an eternity, and while it started with just a few light clearings of my throat, by the end I felt my whole body wracking with each cough. Smoke had never bothered me back when I was my normal size, though I was definitely not a smoker. Now though, just her second hand smoke was enough to send me sprawling to the floor of her bag, coughing and gasping for breath. Eventually, the smoke dissipated, and I was left in the bag wondering what torture could possibly come next from this giant girl.

With the smoke circulating through my brain, it was hard to gauge exactly what was going on. I watched her hand enter once more and pull out something metal and shiny. Then there was a sound like a building collapsing and crushing, and the shiny metallic object was dropped back into the bag. I slowly realized that I was in her apartment, and as another door burst open and then was shut, the bag came to a rest somewhere.

I silently cursed her as the bag was set on its side, and there was no hope of immediate escape. I could hear her undressing, and was somewhat disturbed by the minor grunts and efforts that if I were the same size would normally go unnoticed. Now though, I could hear every minor exertion as she pulled off her tight leather shoes, and the jeans that looked like they had been painted on. Then, I felt the most terrifying thing in my life.

As this girl walked away, each of her steps created an earthquake like I never even thought possible. Each of what to her were probably quiet foot falls created a sound like a thunderclap. While to her she was quietly walking to a bathroom, to me it was like a powerful end-of-summer storm rolling away. It took me a moment to realize that I was shaking with fear, and curled in a ball at the bottom of her bag. With all of the other noises in the bar, so many other people, and the fact that the floor was solid concrete, I hadn't noticed just how much power was held within just one of her steps.

The rolling thunder returned, and then it stopped. I then heard a sound of twisting metal like a skyscraper collapsing but I then pieced this together as just her sitting down on her bed. The bag opened above me, and her face loomed once again. This time though, the make up was removed, and her shoulder length brown hair was let loose. Without the make-up I found her to be a very plain girl, with thin flesh colored lips, and an angular face that was almost pretty if not for the fact that it was so pale. She smiled down at me and said, “Whatever you do little guy, don't try to escape.” The bag then closed and was set back against whatever it was propped up by.

The springs twisted more but eventually settled. As I could hear her enormous breath begin to take on a simple rhythmic pattern, I too began to feel drowsy, and eventually settled into a somewhat fearful sleep.

I had no idea how long it had been but I awoke to the sound of everything around me jostling about. Immediately I tried to get to my feet but found the floor to be rapidly shifting away from me. As everything from the night before came flooding back to me, I began to fear that I had slept through all of my gigantic captor's morning routine and that I was once again going to be carried about while she did who knows what.

Then everything stopped.

Slowly, I realized that the bag had merely fallen over. That's when I realized that this might be my one chance. Without a second thought I scrambled across what was once the expansive wall to my prison but was now just part of the long tunnel toward freedom. The top of the bag was a little heavy to move, but it quickly reminded me of building forts out of bedding when I was a small child. It was annoying to constantly lift as I crawled, but it wasn't like I was carrying a heavy load or something.

Finally I spilled out onto a hardwood floor. I nearly kissed the ground just for the sight of it, but refrained when I remembered exactly where I was. Coming to a standing position, I began to take in the enormous bedroom of my captor. Immediately to my right stood her enormous bed, easily the size of several city blocks at my height, and so tall that I couldn't see her resting on it though from the sound of her breathing I knew she was there. Behind me, was a night stand the size of a small building, and a lamp rising off of it that was half its size. In the distance I could make out other structures, but discerning the purpose of such titanic monoliths seemed impossible from where I was standing.

I began to make my way more toward the center of the room. As I did, I noticed that I was walking past her discarded cloths from last evening. I paused to stare at the pile her jeans made, to me it was a fairly large hill composed entirely of denim. Carefully I walked up to them, and realized that the button was high enough above me that I easily would need a ladder if I wanted to touch it. Shuddering as my new size was finally beginning to sink in, I made my way further into her room.

As I finally reached the end of her bed though, I heard the rhythmic pattern of her breathing finally change and followed by the horrible twisting of metal that was her getting up and out of bed. I turned to see her long milky white legs that put California's redwood forests to shame crash down on the ground and her rise to her full height. I swallowed hard as I watched her begin to walk toward me, each step covering massive amounts of ground that had taken me the better part of an hour to make it across.

It seemed impossible but by the time I had even registered her walking, she was already passing above me. I gazed straight up to see her tight cotton panties which were a solid sky blue color. Her panties passed over me, but my gaze continued after them and I felt somewhat strange as I watched her left hand come down and scratch her butt cheeks. Then I felt stranger as I realized I was slightly aroused by her just walking over me like I wasn't there.

Giving my crotch an admonishing look for finding that crazy bitch attractive, I began to look around trying to think of a good place I could hide that she wouldn't notice me. The bed seemed too obvious, and it would probably be the first place she looked. Luckily from my new position in her room, I noticed a dresser not too far away and began jogging for it.

All hopes that she was taking a shower were dashed though as I felt the approaching quakes that were her returning steps. My head turned to take in her gigantic form entering the doorway. As she walked across the enormous hard wood plains that made up most of her room, I could see her rubbing sleep from one eye with one hand and scratching her enormous belly with the other.

Even from across the room, I could hear her say quietly to herself, “Crap, my bag fell over, hope he didn't get crushed.” As I cranked my speed up to a full run her voice became louder, “Alright, little guy, time to rise and shine.” I laughed as I began to close the distance toward the far-off dresser, though I was starting to feel like my breathing was getting heavy, apparently even with running every other day I was starting to tire out as I ran across her floor.

I could just barely hear her rummaging through her bag before setting it back down on the ground, and saying, “Little man, what did I tell you about trying to escape?” For some reason despite a hiding spot she couldn't get me at being so close, I gulped in fear. As I had suspected, she checked under the bed first, and then I heard her begin to walk. I turned my head to look behind me and saw her gazing around the room through her thick glasses before her eyes finally came to rest on me. I started taking as deep of breaths as I could manage while I started pumping my legs as fast as they would go.

Her legs could just cover so much ground in comparison to me though. As her enormous bare soles crashed across the ground toward me, I dove for the brief cover that a magazine sprawled on the floor might provide. As I slid beneath the open pages of the magazine, I turned around to see her enormous foot crash down right where I had been moving to. Her red painted toes wiggled a little, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

With my focus on the foot that almost killed me though I didn't notice her other foot moving to take away my cover. At the last minute I saw her big toe enter into the folds of the magazine and clamp around it with enough force that I knew it would hurt me before I watched it go sailing into the sky. As I gazed upward, I could see she was leaning against her dresser for balance as she used her foot to fling the magazine across the room.

She then held her foot high above me, toes wiggling with delight, as she smiled and said, “You never really struck me as a Vice reader, little guy.” Before I could react her foot slammed down upon me, and I was being pressed hard into the floor. I gasped for breath but found only air that had the slight taste of foot sweat, and I quickly found myself once more coughing. Her sole continued to press down ever so slowly, making certain that I felt every increasing pound of pressure. My body was being enveloped by her very soft foot, the flesh actually forming around me, until I couldn't see anything but her foot flesh inevitably encapsulating my head.

The ground pulled away, and I realized quickly that I was actually stuck to her foot. A mixture of a barely noticeable coating of sweat and the sheer pressure she applied with just one step were enough to hold me to the underside of her foot. Those slender fingers came into my vision again, I could feel her painted nails digging into me before they pulled me away from her foot with a sickening painful peel. I let out a yelp as I was carried up higher into the sky, and then set down on her dresser.

Her gigantic face filled my vision as she leaned over to look at me. Morning breath laced with the remnants of the craft beer she drank last night wafted over me as she said, “I think it's time for you to learn your place, little guy.” With that she rose up and turned away.

I started shouting at her, cursing her once again, but she just walked out of the room. Somewhere in the distance I could hear what sounded like a waterfall starting up, and I realized that now she was taking her shower. I began to walk around her dresser but found it mostly bare. There was a single framed picture of her, in a college graduation gown holding some sort of degree. In it she was wearing glasses that were much smaller, and while her lips maintained a red lipstick sheen, it wasn't the ridiculous plump glob of the stuff she had worn last night. The only other things on the dresser top were a few pieces of jewelry, and while there was a necklace or two, there was nothing long enough that I thought I could turn them into a rope to get down with.

In fact, I realized while marching along the dresser, there was no way I could get down from here as far as I could see. I looked down over the edge, and then immediately stumbled back as I realized I was way higher in the air than I ever really wanted to be. It's not that I was afraid of heights, but that well, isn't everybody when you look down the side of a tall building?

As I continued to inspect the top of the dresser this girl had put me on, I could hear the waterfall-like shower shut off. After another few minutes she returned, with a towel wrapped around her body. I gazed up at her enormous form as she threw it onto a nearby chair before moving to the dresser. Her breasts weren't particularly large, but as they hung above me I couldn't help but be in awe of the perky pale orbs. Snapping back to the apparently real world, I once more tried to yell at her or get her attention, but she didn't seem to notice or care.

Before I knew it she was fully dressed. Hair down, big glasses on, another t-shirt with that denim vest over it, and now a long flowing skirt that was a mix of red, yellow, and orange and black leggings. She had her bag over her shoulder and she walked up to me. I immediately cringed in fear as her hand descended, thinking I would once more be trapped in her bag but instead, she just grabbed a few rings, and a necklace. With her jewelry on, my giantess captor turned and walked out, leaving the door wide open.

I stared at that open door, and then back over the ledge that was the end of the dresser top. I looked over that heart-pounding, and fear inducing ledge just to remind myself that I could never survive that fall. I found myself standing there, gazing at that gigantic open door way, and realizing that she had left it open on purpose. She knew I could never get down from here.

I slumped over, and sat down on the ground, my new size had completely sunk in. I was trapped on a dresser that was waist height on a girl I was once a head taller than. There was no way I could get down, and she knew it, so there was no reason to even try and make it so I couldn't escape. I had no clue what she wanted, or even what her name was just that she effectively ruled every moment of my life from here on out. As I sat on that dresser, I began to wonder what I could have possibly done to deserve this.

In the distance I heard the crash of a door open and close, and then the storm-like rumbling of her walking. She entered the room in smooth measured steps, the skirt billowing behind her, and then flaring about as she turned toward me. In two smooth steps, which caused the dresser I was on top of to shudder ever so quietly, she was towering over me once more.

My eyes went up the vast distance of her t-shirt, emblazoned with what looked like a velociraptor from Jurassic Park that looked like it was deep in thought. I tried to make out the words beneath it, but then her whole body shifted. I jumped away as her gigantic pale face dominated my world. Her painted lips parted as she smiled, and then merely said, “Good.”

Her breath washed over me and I felt a chill go down my spine when I realized it smelled like beer, and for some reason french toast. I swallowed hard as I realized she was just watching me, fascinated by my movements as I continued to back away from her. Then I tripped over some random piece of jewelry that littered the dresser top, and her breath wafted over me again as she let out a giggle that was like cannon-fire. As I lay there, staring up into her enormous eyes, it hit me that she was at least a little tipsy from wherever she had just been.

Before I could realize what was happening though, her pale fingers had snatched me up off the desk. She wasn't holding me tightly or roughly. If anything her grip was loose. I was arrayed along fingers that cradled around me with a bit too much space between for my comfort. As I gripped her soft slender fingers, her thumb came down on my chest. At first, I was afraid of what she was going to do but then I found her thumb just casually rubbing up and down my body, and then it began to stroke gently down from my shoulders to my crotch. “Oh God,” I whispered as realization flooded over me, she was petting me.
She hummed to herself as she walked through her apartment, clearly not concerned about my welfare as she swung her arms back and forth. Her thumb continued to stroke me as she thundered about, but my hands were wrapped tightly around her middle finger, my eyes locked on the hard wood floors that were racing by far below me. If I slipped, or she let go, I'd be dead as soon as I hit the ground, and she might not even notice. I tried not to panic but I couldn't help it, I still didn't even know this girl's name and right now while she hummed to herself she held my life in her hands.

Everything stopped, and her hand swung out, wind whipping around me and then she opened her hand above a dark wooden surface. I clung to her finger for dear life, since I was still a solid foot off the ground and that was easily three times as tall as I was. “Come on now, little guy,” she said sweetly, “Let go of my finger.” The finger then began to twitch as she bobbed her hand up and down in an attempt to pry me off. She lowered her hand some more and continued to shake it, I tried to grab on to her finger, digging my hands into her skin with every ounce of strength I could muster but eventually between gravity and her shaking my hands slipped away and my body plummeted to the wooden surface below.

I landed on the table and bounced for a moment. My back hurt but I was still alive, and I once more came to a standing position. I was staring directly into her shins and I realized she must have put me down on a coffee table. My eyes scaled up her massive form, as she placed her hands on her knees and bent down over me. Her whole body engulfed me in shadow and I actually fell back onto my ass as her head lowered toward me, the long tresses of dark brown hair fell around me, encircling my body completely. She laughed, “I'll be right back, little guy, don't go anywhere.”

I fought back the urge to curse her as she rose back to her full height and wandered off. I followed her body through another door as I tried to think of what I could do. She was tipsy, that much was obvious, clearly wherever she had been she had been drinking. Maybe, I thought, if I was nice to her she would agree to let me go. For now, I would just have to play along, and bide my time. Besides, in a few days, someone's going to wonder where I am, and then I'd have leverage. This chick probably hadn't thought that far ahead. She didn't realize that people would start to worry about me, they'd go to the bar, which probably had a camera or two around it and then it was just a matter of time. Eventually, this would end alright for me. It had to.

Since I was lost in thought, I didn't notice the increased rumbles of her approach until the coffee table shook with enough force to send me sprawling back to the ground. I turned my head to see the largest bottle of wine I had ever seen standing next to me. As I got back to my feet, I shuddered when I realized it was several times my size backing away from it slowly. My captor laughed down at me, and asked, “Aw, are you afraid of my wine bottle?”

Her long fingers wrapped around the neck of the bottle slowly and seductively. Her red fingernails popping against the clear golden shades of the white wine within. She then lifted it ever so slightly and brought it next to me. While I tried to move away, she was too fast and the bottle too large. Suddenly I was being pressed against its chilled surface. Condensation was already starting to form on the bottle as it was pressed against me, soaking my shrunken clothes. The bottle then knocked me over and hovered over me for a moment, like it was going to crush me. Then, she giggled again, and it lifted away, tilting sideways as some of its contents poured into a glass she held in another hand.

My heart was pounding as I watched her then set the bottle down on the coffee table once more. There was less of a shudder this time, and I watched as she sat down on a nearby couch, lifting her legging-clad legs up and planting her feet onto the table, before crossing her legs. “You have nothing to fear from my bottle of wine, little guy,” She explained, “It's Sunday, and I just like to relax a little, that's all.”

I quivered as I rose again to a standing position, and gazed at her enormous feet. At the moment she was wearing a pair of shoes made from a simple black canvas and a white rubbery sole. For some reason I couldn't help but approach them, awed by their sheer size and the power that rested within them as I recall how easily she could have crushed me earlier today. I touched my hand to a small tag along one of the seams, and read the faded letters that spelled out: TOMS. “Of course,” I murmured to myself.

Suddenly her whole foot flexed and I jumped back away from them, eliciting another giggle from my captor. “Don't be so afraid, little guy, nothing bad will happen to you as long as you do as your told,” She explained in a patronizing tone. I stared up as the toe-end of her left shoe pressed against the heel of her right, and pushed it away, removing the shoe with practiced ease. She repeated the process with her left foot, and this time I was mesmerized by her pale flesh and the bright red of her toe nails against the black canvas of the shoes. As her feet landed back down on the coffee table though, the stench of stale, dried sweat drifted over from them and I found myself dry heaving for a moment. “You'll get used to it little fella,” She said with an assurance that was simply frightening. Her left foot then casually floated over to me, and she poked me with her smaller toes, giggling as it knocked me to the floor before planting the stinky foot next to me.

“I can't believe,” she began to say, “That I've been letting you wear clothes this whole time, little guy.” Her foot then rose up and her toes hung splayed in the air above me. Before I could even react though, she brought her foot down around me and I was being held between her big and second toes. The air was forced from my lungs as she tightened the grip of her toes on me, I started banging my fists against her toe nails but I found that it started to pain me after just a few attempts to hurt her.

The world spun about as she swung her foot over to her hand, and dropped me down into her right palm. Her thumb began to casually pull my shirt away from my skin, busting buttons as she did so. I immediately began pushing against her thumb, smashing my fist against the soft flesh, and calling out to her, “You can't do this, you bitch! I'm a person, I have rights!”
“Aw,” she said her voice taking on the cutest tone it had since she had captured me, “It thinks it's people.” Her enormous face then rushed down toward me, her thumb still easily removing my shirt and now moving toward my pants. Those giant red lips came down and pressed down against me. My body stuck to the globby lipstick for a moment, and a few bits of saliva pressed through her pursed mouth, coating my body which was quickly becoming bare. Her lips then pressed hard and swift against me creating that perfect 'mwah' noise people make from an over-exaggerated kiss, that at my size was more similar to a howitzer going off than something cute. As her face rose back into the sky above me she looked directly down her nose at me and asked, “Is that why you were wearing those adorable little clothes? Because people like me wear clothes?”

I screamed, “Stop treating me like this, you know you're the one who shrunk me. You're the reason I'm like this now, and you know it. I don't know why you've done any of this, but you have. You giant bitch, you know I used to be a person!” I was about to continue my tirade but then I stopped when I realized what I had said. She had somehow gotten me to use the past tense, and as I gazed up at her, I knew some hipster that was probably obsessed with grammar or something would notice that too.

Her lips curled into a smirk as she explained, “Well that's just it though, little one. You used to be a person. Now though...” She paused as her head tilted as if she were deep in thought, “You're more like a pet.”

I shook my head back and forth, as I began to fearfully shake in her hand. “No, no,” I murmured under my breath as she looked down at me.

“You're my pet,” she said matter-of-factly, “And an owner can do pretty much whatever they like with their pets, my precious little guy. For now though, I just want to see you go for a swim.” Her right hand then moved to the half-empty glass of wine she was holding in her left, and then tipped over toward it. I spilled down her hand, and crashed into the shallow pool of white wine. I gazed up the curved sides of the glass but my world was suddenly being spun all around and I watched as the wine splashed along the sides of it. “I know you're not supposed to add anything to wine,” She said to no one in particular, “But sometimes I just don't care.”

I couldn't believe it, this girl had just dropped me into her wine, and the only thing that had crossed her mind was that you're not supposed to add things to white wine?
That was it, I thought, this was the last straw. I stood up, extending my hands so that I could balance a bit in the liquid. Looking down, I forced my frustration away as I realized her wine reached my thighs, and then looked above me toward the top of the curved glass. I wasn't so small that the top was unreachable, and she had already turned on her television so her concentration was not quite on me. I balanced myself carefully before jumping up and with one arm outstretched I easily gripped the top of her glass and swung my other arm to gain purchase.

As I began to pull myself upward though, the glass began to move and tilt. Suddenly I could see her mouth before me, lips pursed as they pressed tightly against the glass where my hands were. The wine rushed around me, coating my body in sweet somewhat sticky liquid, and flowed over my hands and through her big red lips. Her enormous tongue came out and slithered down toward me.

I gazed up toward her gigantic face, and I watched as her brown eyes locked on to me. Her tongue was easily as wide as I was, maybe even bigger as she pressed it against my head and shoulders. Even though I was gripping to the edge of her glass like it was the last thing I could do, with one flick of her tongue, she sent me sprawling back to the bottom of the glass.

As she moved toward a less relaxed sitting position, she looked down at me and sighed, “No, no, no, cutie. You're supposed to stay in my glass.” I watched as she lifted the wine bottle and then tipped it over and began pouring what seemed to me to be gallons of wine around me. I was stuck with my backside in the bottom of the glass as the wine smashed down onto my stomach and chest. The pressure only started to ease up when I began to float in the wine, and I realized she had filled her glass well past the halfway point. I tried to regain some sort of balance but the glass was quickly tipping back toward her mouth.
I could only stare in amazement as I was pulled toward her lips, and found myself bouncing against the thick red lipstick that was starting to smudge against the glass. As she gulped down the sweet white wine, I could hear with horrifying clarity the sounds of her throat muscles at work. How easily, I started to wonder, would she be able to just swallow me up with her wine?

My survival, I began to realize as she sipped her wine while watching various shows, rested on the idea that she wasn't going to actually kill me. Could I really be certain of that? As I took in her enormous frame through the glass, I began to realize I couldn't be. I wanted to believe that a thin girl wearing an ironic tee shirt, and had the supposed social awareness to buy into the whole one for one scheme of Toms shoes, just didn't have it in her to kill another human being. Then I realized as I splashed about in the wine she was slowly draining, that she didn't consider me a human being anymore.

She had made it quite clear that to her I was nothing more than a pet, if that. She had just called me her pet, but she was acting as if I was there solely for her enjoyment, for her pleasure. You don't treat a dog like that, I thought to myself as more wine rained down from above me. As I floated and banged into the glass again as she continued sipping, I began to feel more like a toy. Was that how she really felt about me? That I was some toy for her to enjoy and then toss away when she no longer wanted me.

The wine continued to drain as the television was turned off, and she began to read something. I couldn't make out what it was, from where I was placed on the coffee table. I had thought about trying to make a break for it, but I realized that from the coffee table there was no where to go. For a very brief moment, I had considered plunging off of it to my certain doom but I wondered if that too might just give this giant bitch some sick sense of satisfaction.

Instead, I sat in her wine glass, reflecting on how exactly my life had come to this. Was I a bad person, I wondered. I mean, sure I could be an asshole sometimes, but I wasn't a bad person. Even if I were a bad person, was she any better?

I turned my eyes to her enormous form, watching as she dangled her massive foot in the air. My eyes traveled up her torso, over the shirt I now realized read “Philosoraptor,” and to the thoughtful expression on her face as she turned a page in her book. There was nothing particularly special about her, but yet, she clearly had this innate sense of superiority about her. Why, was all I could wonder as the book snapped shut with a sound like a cannon going off.

She set the book down, stood up and grasped the glass she kept me trapped in. Without even acknowledging me, she tilted it back and gulped me down with the rest of the glass's contents. I screamed as she did, realizing that the end was certainly near. Instead though, her gigantic tongue forced me to the roof of her mouth and once the wine rushed down into her throat I was assaulted by the oppressing heat inside of her.

I found myself wishing that she had just swallowed me as her tongue bucked me about her mouth. I landed on some of her teeth, and bits of saliva dripped down onto me as the teeth descended and very carefully chewed on me. After a moment, I fell over against her gums and I could despite my place up near her head tell that she was moving around her apartment. She hummed a tune as she did, and I couldn't begin to describe the volume of it within her mouth. Her teeth were literally vibrating the tune as my body became covered in a mixture of saliva and sweat.

Her tongue wrapped around me again, spinning me around her mouth. Everything was dark and terrifying. I could only identify where I was based on what I was being rubbed against. Sharp and grooved were her teeth, ribbed but soft was the roof of her mouth, and fleshy and wet was her gums. I tried to lash out at her when I could but I only hit strong muscle or tooth enamel, there was literally nothing she would feel.

I never thought I would yearn to see those long slender fingers with the red painted nails but when they entered through the gaping hole that was her parted lips, I jumped onto them. My arms wrapped about them and she carried me out. I didn't realize I was doing it at first, but I stopped as soon as I realized I was kissing her fingers. My head lifted toward her, and I shuddered as she had a massive toothy grin plastered on her face.

“I'm so happy you're starting to like me, little guy,” She said, her voice tipsy and ecstatic, “That will make this much better for you.”
Her hand then gently closed around my body but she left my head uncovered as she brought me away from her face. I gasped in terror when I realized she was completely naked...

As she lowered me from her face, my eyes couldn't help but take in my giant captor's naked body. She was sprawled out across her bed, with her legs casually crossed and her torso propped up by a set of pillows. Her whole body was so pale that I swore it almost glowed from light reflecting off of it. While her hand gently brought me away from her face, for the first time I noticed that she actually did have a slight definition to her muscles as if she were once athletic or perhaps worked out just often enough to not be as weak as her thin frame might suggest.

I yelped as I was suddenly brought hurtling toward her lily white skin, and then she rubbed my body across hers. Her skin smelled of fresh fruits as she rubbed me across her neck, and collarbone, using my body to make lazy circles against her skin. As I rested in the hollow at the base of her neck, I felt her let out a long luxurious sigh. It wasn't that I so much heard it expelled from lips as I did feel it reverberate across her skin and bones.

With her fingers pinched around my waist she gently pulled me down toward her breasts. At my size, her petite breasts were like too enormous hills of white flesh. As my body ran across them I felt her once more sigh in contentment and they jiggled as she rubbed me along the tops of them. She paused when I was rubbed over her cleavage again, before stopping and actually inserting me between the shadowy space between her breasts.

Her fingers shifted around me, gripping my arms and hoisting them above my head. I immediately flailed and kicked my legs against her body as I tried to wiggle out of the grasp of her thumb and forefinger. I gazed up to see the deep brown pools that were her eyes locked onto my body, and her lips broke into a smile at my futile attempt to break out. “I thought you had learned your place by now, little guy,” She said with an edge of sadness to her voice. Her enormous red lips turned into a frown to add to the effect.

Then I was slowly lowered into the space between her milky white breasts. One of her other fingers came down against the small of my back so that I was actually pressed against the small space of flesh between them. The finger retreated as the massive orbs that my hands would have dwarfed at normal size collapsed down pinning me to the flesh. Then her fingers pulled me up slowly before lowering me back down very carefully.

I bit my lip as I felt blood rushing to my crotch. I tried to fill my thoughts with anything; baseball, John Wayne, my grandmother. Everything though was overpowered by the scent of her lotion-soaked skin, and the feel of her fleshy mounds at my sides. Before I could even fight it, I was hard as a rock and she began to drag me between her breasts even faster. After an unknown amount of time, I blew my load and shuddered in her grip.

I heard her giggle and she pulled me out from her chest and held me above her head. She shifted so that her whole body was laying down on the bed, while she continued to smile up at me, “Not so bad being my pet now is it?”

I didn't muster a response because I knew she wouldn't care. She dropped me on to her wide flat stomach, and I collapsed in a heap on the vast expanse. As I looked around I could see the drop off of her body and beyond that her bed that was easily the size of several city blocks in the distance. Everything shook as she twisted about to grab a tissue off of her nightstand. I gazed up as her long thing fingers easily split the tissue in half and then she dabbed between her breasts for a moment. I shook my head in disbelief, I knew that in comparison to her the cum I had spewed on to her was minimal but she still didn't want it on her. She carefully wrapped up the dirty part of the tissue and wrapped it in the clean half before setting it back on the nightstand.

Her hand suddenly swept me off of her stomach with what felt like practiced ease. I hung limply in her fingers as she carried me back up to her breasts. “Now that I've done something for you little guy,” She explained, “It's time for you to do something for me.”

Despite the fact that I was tired from climaxing and being crushed between her breasts, I found myself extremely awake again when she said that. I fought back the urge to scream that everything she did was for her, there was nothing she had done since shrinking me that was for any other person but herself.

This was pushed from my mind as I went plummeting into her left nipple though. Her fingers swirled me around the bumpy skin of her areola with a smooth fluidity. My body would swipe swiftly across her hardening nipple every so often, and then she moved me over to her right breast, repeating the process until both of her nipples were erect. She planted me face first against her left nipple and then commanded in a breathy voice, “Lick it, little man.”

Fearing immediate punishment from this gigantic woman I raked my tongue across it as quickly as I could. She let out a low moan and her hand pressed me into her more, so I continued to run my tongue across her nipple as fast and diligently as I could. As I did this, I tried to look about me, her other arm was draped across her body in such a fashion that it quickly became obvious to me where her other hand was. “Yes,” she rasped between deep powerful breaths.

Her hand pulled me off of her breast and ran me across her flat stomach with aching slowness. As I approached her crotch I could see her other hand fast at work, already slick with vaginal juices, and her clitoris was fully engorged and out from underneath its hood. I let out a small yelp as she suddenly brushed me across it, and then the sticky thumb of her other hand pinned me there, rubbing me against it with strong swift motions.

With all of the magnified squelching noises, and the pulsating feeling of the blood rushing in and out of her engorged clitoris I couldn't even hear her powerful moans and yells of excitement. Suddenly her thumb yanked me downward into her slick fingers which began to push me between her shining lips and into her vagina itself. I screamed in terror, remembering the horrifying experience of her mouth just moments earlier but I suddenly knew that this giantess didn't care.

As I was plunged deeply into her, the intense heat of her vagina causing me to suddenly begin sweating like I had ran for miles, it all started to make sense. I wasn't a pet to her, though she would certainly call me that, and despite her treating me like one, in her mind I wasn't a toy either. In comparison to her, I was nothing but whatever she deigned me to be that moment. Her fingers plunged me deeper and then would yank me out, before pushing me in deeper than I thought I could survive.

All around me I could feel the walls contract and almost crush me, while continuing to spew her sticky, warm, vaginal juices. Right now I was her dildo, and later I'd be her pet or her toy, or her slave. To me though, with all of the power that she held over me, the way that she would inevitably control my life for whatever time remained of it, she was my Goddess.

I was suddenly showered in my Goddess' juices as her body finally shuddered in climax. Her fingers came forth and pulled my body out of hers, and I was no longer afraid as they wrapped around me. As I gazed at those slender milky white fingers I began to kiss them from where they met her hand to her perfect red fingernails. I was deposited on her stomach and lay there kissing every inch of its soft silky white glory.

“Someone's become mighty affectionate,” Her voice lazily called from above.

“I love you, Goddess,” I found myself saying, a small part of my brain still not believing the words that spilled from my mouth.

“Ooo, that's good,” She said, a bemused sense of triumph slipping into her tone, “I love the sound of that. Goddess Christie.”

I continued to kiss her stomach, crawling around her as she did, calling her name and praising her for letting me worship every inch of her pale frame.

I woke up on a bed that smelled of fresh fruit and cigarettes, and I felt like my head was pounding. I looked around and realized that I didn't recognize the apartment at all. There was something about the hardwood floors, the nightstand, and the bed that looked familiar but I couldn't quite place it. Then a girl stepped in through the doorway.

She had brown hair tied up in a pony tail at the top of her head, and she was wearing big thick glasses that framed her dark brown eyes, and red lipstick that popped against her pale skin. My eyes roved up and down her body, taking in the weird t-shirt she was wearing, the skirt with leggings, and a pair of fashionable combat boots. “I think it's about time you left, dude,” She said casually. She then tossed me my shirt from the night before, “I fixed your shirt. Sorry I popped a few buttons last night.”

I nodded trying to make it sound like I knew what she was talking about. I slowly got out of bed and pulled my pants on quickly. I shrugged into the shirt as I walked toward her, “It's no problem. Thanks for fixing it though.”

She gave me that standard hipster whatever shrug as she lead me to her door. I felt bad as I saw that it was starting to get dark out, I clearly had overstayed my one night stand welcome with this girl. I turned to at least thank her and ask for her number but she just closed the door in my face and I sighed. I didn't know why, but as I walked away, I felt like I was doing something wrong leaving her. A few drunken memories flashed through my mind, and I for some reason felt like she and I had had something. I laughed, as I recalled that at one point I was on my knees gripping her thighs and calling her a Goddess.

I checked my phone and realized I had several dozen missed texts and phone calls, I immediately called one of my friends and greeted him with, “Dude, there's a reason that I don't go to Brooklyn...”

****

Christie watched as the guy brazenly walked into traffic, ignoring the cars that started to honk at him. She followed him for as long as she could through the rain that was starting to come down across the city. “Good riddance,” she muttered to herself.

As she walked back into her living room, Christie contemplated whether it had been right to magically tamper with his memories, but she shrugged thinking it was better than him knowing he had been shrunk and used as her play thing for a day. She still couldn't believe how easily she had broken him. Christie figured a guy like that would be good for a long while but not even a full day and he had already been calling her Goddess.

Christie sighed as she took down a small box from a shelf and set it down on her coffee table. She then walked into the kitchen and pulled a take out menu from on top of her fridge. Before she called in her order though she paused and looked down at her left boot. Christie wiggled her toes and then scrunched them so she was firmly crushing the little man she had in there. “He called me Goddess, little man. If you weren't so stubborn, maybe your life would be a little bit better,” she scrunched him once more for good measure, certain he had probably shouted some retort that she wouldn't have been able to hear even if it weren't for the leather boots he were encased in.

After she called in her order of Chinese food, Christie walked back over to her coffee table before settling down and flipping open the small box. Half a dozen pairs of eyes gazed up at her as she smiled down at them, and called down, “Hello, slaves.”

“Hello, Goddess Christie,” They all called back with varying levels of enthusiasm.

Christie smiled as she began to give orders to them and put her feet up on her table. As she watched two little men go to work polishing her boots she decided it was right to let that guy go thinking they had just had a really weird one night stand. She already had enough slaves.