Crystal's
enormous face loomed before me, the edge of my vision taken up by her
red hair, which flowed down the sides of her face like some kind of
strange waterfall of red steel. Her freckles looked like frisbees
on her cheek, and her nostrils flared as she exhaled, blowing a hot
wine smelling wind that felt warm as it blew my mangled hair about.
Her
nose then shriveled up, her blue eyes looking like strange pale blue
pools as they directed themselves at me. She snorted, the sound
hurting my ears, as I felt another gust of hot wind.
“Yooouuuu
smell like feeet” She boomed,
causing my ears to suddenly ring as the hot wine smelling air rushed
past.
“We're
gonnna haaave to cleean youuu up...” She
roared, before pausing to hiccup
“...
before I'm gonnna plaaaay wiiith yoooouu” She
started to giggle, each laugh like some strange female thunder.
The
way Crystal stared at me chilled me to my core, and I suddenly
remembered Stephanie drunkenly cleaning me, her own eyes full of a
strange lust in which she milked me dry while telling me to call her
momma. And even though it wasn't consensual, the memory wasn't scary
in comparison to the girl who held me now. It suddenly occurred to
me that I was still naked, but Crystal's fingers were mercifully
wrapped around me as to hide my shame. Also, disgustingly, I was
covered with a layer of grime and slipper fluff, to the point I could
see some of it on my nose.
I
was about to protest; the last thing I wanted was to be cleaned by
Crystal in this terrifying state of hers. Knowing now that she had a
crush on me didn't make me feel any better. And then her voice boomed
once more.
“Let's
get youuu backk to your cuute lil house and you can – hic –
showerrrr...” She thundered,
looking off to somewhere behind me, before her gaze turned slowly
back to me once again leaving me feeling cold.
Her
bright blue eyes locked onto me, the whites of them now pink from the
marijuana. Her pupils slowly dilated as she stared at me, leaving
me feeling more exposed as they slowly expanded, eventually reaching
the size that if it was a manhole I could fall into.
And
then I was falling, with blast of wind and the world a blur around me
. But Crystal's huge hands never let go of me, and my momentum
suddenly went taught like a bungee jump where the line was too tight,
forcing my head to jerk downward while the rest of my body remained
in place within the warm grip of Crystal's fingers.
Everything
seemed to spin as Crystal moved, a sudden intense vibration coming
from her hand as she took a step forward, but I couldn't be sure as
she swung her arms. It felt like I was on an out of control roller
coaster. I became dizzy, closing my eyes.
It
felt like they were shut for only a second as I felt the terrifying
speed, before everything was quiet, and still. When I opened them,
I could see myself facing the porch of the doll house, my body slowly
approaching it until I hovered over the banister under the
overhanging roof that made up the second floor. And then the porch
seemed to raise around me, until I felt my feet touch the cold
plastic floor, and the hot pressure on my sides disappeared, the
weight of my body on my legs returning leaving me feeling almost
disoriented.
The
lack of heat around my body made me realize I was naked, and I
instinctively went to cover myself, but I was also equally confused
and surprised by how gently Crystal moved me here. I found myself
moving towards the door, before I felt Crystal's booming voice
vibrate through the floor as the sound came out from behind me.
“Nowwww
you gooooo showerrr cutie...” She
paused, her slurred words drawn out to the point of leaving her out
of breath.
“...
and Imma gooo too – hic -” She
thundered, before her hiccuping cut her off.
Hearing her
words filled me with relief.
Thank
God. I
thought. This
nightmare of a night is finally over.
But
her voice continued to boom.
“...
and get rrready to plaaay withh you...”
She
paused once more, and I was filled with dread at the impending
thought. I had to make an attempt to stop this night now.
“...
Ok?” She boomed.
I
paused nervously, before finding some bravery to turn around,
covering my johnson with my hands. I felt almost delirious, but it
was actually just fear, forcing me to put on a brave attempt to
prevent this night from going any further.
“Look,
Crystal...” I started, before turning around. The porch I stood
on was already far too big for my tiny body, making me feel more like
a toddler than a normal sized person, but it still offered some sense
of normalcy, the world around me now oriented to this scale I was
familiar with living for the last week. But when I saw what was
before me, I once again paused in fear, the dread from the previous
night washing over me.
A
massive pink field spread in all directions I could see, the walls
and furniture in the distance looking out of focus mountains. It
wasn't clear but from the relative position I could around me, it
looked like the dollhouse was in the center of the room. But blocking
my view of anything in front of the house was Crystal, who appeared
to be about 100 yards away, her red dress rippling and swaying like a
giant red river that hung over a skyscraper. I could see her thighs
shape underneath the redness at the bottom, like large red zeppelins
lying on the ground, before ascending up into her skyscraper like
body – she was on her knees. The light from the ceiling obscured
her pale face, but her red hair seemed to glow like a waterfall of
red chains that flowed over her shoulders, each one twinkling in the
light as they swayed. Her freckles were faint and hard to see, but I
could still see the pink and blue from her eyes. And even though it
was difficult to see her expression clearly, I could tell she was
thoroughly intoxicated.
I
hesitated to speak as the skyscraper of a woman stirred, causing me
to instinctively take a step back in fear as the behemoth moved at
unnatural speed. The red zeppelin thighs lifted instantaneously as
the red skyscraper flew rapidly into the air like rocket.
It
instantly turned dark as living mountain blocked the light, leaving
my porch cast in shadow, and it was then I saw a huge pale white
tower seemingly flying towards me.
BOOOOOOM
The
sudden explosion of energy caused a small earthquake, the windows and
doors of the house clattering as the vibrations caused me to lose my
balance, nearly falling over as I instinctively, moved my arms away
from my crotch to maintain my balance, catching myself on a post of
the oversized banister that ran around the edge of the porch.
As
the shaking stopped, I looked to see what terror had landed only
dozens of yard from the porch. It was Crystal's foot, the enormous
bus like thing merging into the pale white tower before it
disappeared under the massive red cloth, ascending up into the sky
before the rest of it was cut off from my vision by the roof of the
porch. I could only tremble in fear, before I realized I hadn't
breathed for a few seconds and I felt like I started to
hyperventilate. I was transfixed by it before the french manicured
toes on the massive thing pushed through the pink field, flattening
the strands as they spun to the side, before revealing the back of
her foot. There were pink strands of carpet pasted into the bottom
of her pale skin, the color pinker on her heel and side of her foot,
before the whole thing jettisoned off into the distance.
BOOM
The
porch shook as her foot landed further away, her red dress swaying
like a living statue of liberty as the light returned onto the porch.
BOOM
As
Crystal reached the far off door, I could see her full form again,
no longer obscured by the top of the porch, and at this distance it
almost looked like I was simply lying on the floor, like she was a
normal sized girl. Yet everything was out of focus, and I was still
trembling as I stared at the skyscraper of a girl as it paused and
turned in the doorway.
“BRB!”
She thundered, before giggling, the door closing behind her as she
left the room.
I
held onto the post of the banister trembling as the world seemed to
grow quiet for a second, before a wave of exhaustion washed over me,
my legs suddenly feeling heavy with new aches and pains on my body.
The quiet felt like it only lasted a few seconds, before I heard a
strange booming echo, a quiet snore from off in the distance, a sound
I had become familiar with from Stephanie sleeping, before I could
hear the quiet breathing of Amoe. The sofa she was on was off to
my left, and the bed with Stephanie was off to the right, and from
here on the porch I could only see the bottom and far halves of the
things. There was a blanket draping over Amoe's form as she slept,
what I presumed her legs were visible like a mountain range on top
the couch, before ascending to a peak where her foot was. I shivered
at the thought of it. To the right was a similar situation, but most
of Stephanie's body was cut off from the mattress except the yellow
painted toenails and the black skin from the top of her foot like a
strange tower. A gray blanket fell off the edge, with loose strands
falling like vines over the side of the beds wooden frame. I could
see her shoes in the darkness below the bed, and I found myself lost
in a memory as I stared at the red sandal with the large heel lying
inverted underneath it, the thing falling at me from the sky as Linh
dropped it towards me as she played her cruel game.
I
was still trembling having not yet moved, clutching the banister,
when I finally left the memory. Unsure of how much time had past, I
finally went into the house.
***
The
lukewarm water poured out of the makeshift shower head installed out
of the bathroom on the second floor as I stared at peach colored
plastic wall. Stephanie had rigged this elaborate setup to provide
me some basic plumbing, using a water feeder for a hamster, and since
the dollhouse was one of those reconfigurable/customization ones that
let you swap out pieces and rearrange layouts as you pleased, allowed
the option for her to install a custom floor panel that she had
specifically built to allow for drainage, with a plastic hose running
out of the side to a basin kept under the house. For all intents
and purposes, I had plumbing, which I guess I should have been
thankful for. It was also by some small mercy that someone, who I
could only assume was Stephanie as well, remembered to swap out the
feeder which had been full of beer with water again before she went
to bed. This bathroom was located towards the front of the house,
in the corner on the left hand side (the left if you were in the
house that is). There was no window towards the front of the house,
another mercy to provide some privacy, but there was still a window
to the side.
Before
I had gotten in the shower I had taken advantage of the plumbing to
puke for god knows how long. I felt nauseous the instant I had
entered the house, running into the bathroom to throw up a vile mess
of mush and fuzz, strange little hard pieces of white and black
things lining the slipper goop that had been forced down my throat by
Amoe's toes, my body almost convulsing as I did it, before I nearly
passed out from exhaustion next to the toilet. But the awful taste
of the stuff almost forcibly replayed the event in my mind, causing
my adrenaline to spike in terror of the memory, before I ran into the
shower, bringing the makeshift toothbrush with me to clean my body of
the fuzz and wash the taste from mouth.
And
now, after god knows how long I had stood here, my trembling slowly
abated, till it felt like I was only shivering, the exhaustion of the
day slowly returning to my aching body.
ERREERRRRR
Even
over the sound of pouring water the strange noise seemed to echo like
an strange animal cry. I could only freeze, anxiety creeping back
into me.
BOOM
I
could feel the vibrations even as the water poured from above, my
body starting to tremble in fear once more.
BOOOM
I
heard the door to the shower rattle as the whole house began to
shake. I was once again holding my breath in terror.
BOOOOOOOM
The
whole house shook as the windows and doors violently rattled, the
shower door swinging open with a bang. The makeshift shelf for
the soap and jury rigged shampoo bottle clattered to the floor, and I
barely maintained my balanced as I braced myself against the wall of
the shower.
And
then, nothing. I could hear no sound except the sound of the shower
and my own sobbing breath as I tried stop myself from crying in fear,
the vibrations having suddenly stopped.
I
took more one deep haggard breath as my anxiety spiked. I didn't
bother to reach down to pick up the soap or shampoo, the simple act
of leaning down feeling like a herculean task as my brain filled me
with signals to run in fear. But somewhere in my brain I also knew
there was nowhere for me to go, and I wanted to sit down in the
shower and cry, but for some reason the act of doing nothing was
equally scary.
I
found myself stepping out of the shower, like I was watching my own
movements as something else piloted my body, reaching down to grab
the small cloth Stephanie provided me to use as an oversized towel,
which now lay haphazard on the floor, having fallen at some point
from the towel rack during one of the previous booming quakes. Time
seemed to pass in slow motion as I did, the quiet sound of the
dripping shower head the only noise I could hear beside my own
jittered breath.
FWEEEWEH
The
noise came from the window to my left, and it sounded like the wind,
one of the plastic shutters made a strange squeaking noise before
clattering into the side of the house. I could feel my head turning,
the muscles in my neck and chest I used to pivot feeling heavy.
For
a second, I wasn't sure what I was looking at. It looked like a pool
of blue crystal with a black hole in the center, with gray and white
lines seemingly overlapping each other, making it look like of waves
falling into the black hole in the center.
“Heeey
Cuuutie”
The
booming voice caused the house to vibrate, and I took a step back in
fright when I realized what I was looking at, nearly dropping my
towel, only hold enough to keep my lower half covered from the front
as the rest fell onto the floor. I almost fell over as I stumbled
backwards, the enormous eye that took up the entire window suddenly
shifting unnaturally, almost looking like a robot in how quickly it
shifted to look at me.
“Niiiice
digs” Crystal thundered,
before giggling, each crack of her voice vibrating the floor beneath
me feet. The eye darted from me to the left, and back to me, each
movement faster than I could see, almost like it was instantaneous.
“Wanna
roomate?” She roared, the eye
focusing on me once more, the black pupil shifting from smaller to
large like it wanted get as much light possible to study every inch
of my tiny form.
I
could hear her breath blowing against the window, a strange plastic
rattle before I could smell her warm wine breath, the thing blowing
my towel and hair around as if it was a strong gust of hot wind.
I
was frozen as the eye stared at me, before it suddenly disappeared, a
blur of skin and red hair flying past the window. And before I could
see where it came from, there was suddenly french manicured nail
attached to a pale, tree trunk sized appendage, the rest of which
disappeared beyond the edge of the window.
“Looky
here, Maaarky. I gotcha some clothesss. Put em on, and then come
on out and plaaay”
Her
booming voice rattled the house, and I watched an oversized cup fall
off from the edge of the sink onto the floor. I stared at the
window in a mix of fear and awe at the finger, the huge appendage
pushed now up into the window frame, causing the plastic bars that
ran in a cross pattern across it to warp and bend, the wall moving
inward. But on top of the finger were clearly articles of clothes,
what appeared to be polka dot colored pair of shorts and shirt, and
even a pair underwear. They look like they might even fit me.
“Ooonceee
I knewww you werrrre tiiiiny I -hic- went through my ooold toooys and
fouund theeese.” She paused
and once again giggled, the sound cracking like deep feminine
gunfire. As she did, I could see the wall and window frame warp as
her finger pressed in and out of it, and the whole house once again
beginning to shake.
I
stumbled forward, barely holding onto my towel as I did, nearly
slipping as I held one arm out to maintain my balance, catching
myself on the windowsill that was now bending inward. At my
underized scale for the dollhouse, the windowsill came up to my just
below my shoulders, making me feel even smaller.
Before
I even lifted my head up from the plastic edge I held onto, I could
feel the heat from the enormous pale finger. I could only see the
top portion of the strange fleshy log, the folds on her knuckles
looking like the skin version of a frozen splash of water. The
hairs covering her finger were silver in color, appearing before and
after the folds of skin on her knuckle like well trimmed grass.
And
then I tilted my head up further, a tremendous, billowing red wall
occupying the rest of the space in my vision. And above that I could
see Crystal's smiling face like a blimp, her red hair drooping across
one of her eyes and rolling over her shoulder in haphazard fashion.
“Heeeey thereee tiiiiiinyyyy” She thundered,
before giggling, her booming voice vibrating through her finger,
causing the house to shake, her finger pressing into the plastic wall
causing the windowsill to bend in and out. Her deafening giggles
continued, the house shaking to the point where I could hear the
shower door opening and slamming behind me, the plastic walls and
floor making a strange noise like they might collapse I held my grip
tighter with my free hand on the windowsill, but the thunders of
giggles didn't stop, the shaking of the house becoming more intense
to the point that even gripping as hard I could I started to slip,
and so I instinctually dropped the towel with my other hand and
grabbed onto the windowsill.
And
just as quickly as I started, her giggles stopped, the house suddenly
silent except for the shower door which still swung slowly behind me,
making the same eerie plastic noise. It seemed like the world was
still shaking, only for me to realize that I was trembling as I held
onto the windowsill, finding myself gasping as I held my breath in
panic.
“Grab
your clooothes siiiiily” The
giantess boomed, causing my anxiety to rise once more. I tilted my
head downwards towards the pale log of a finger, Crystal's red dress
still swaying in the background of my vision like some kind of
enormous theater curtain, and there were a set of clothes, a polka
dot colored pair of shorts, a shirt, and pair of underwear, each one
laying on top of the other. I stared at them, trembling, but I
could see they might actually fit me. I wasn't sure where Crystal
had got them, but I was too afraid to do anything but obey, even
though I was terrified of the enormous log pressing into the window.
I reached my arm out hesitantly, knowing that if the finger lifted
upward it could snap my arm off, slowly approaching the clothes until
I my fingers were a few inches away. I then grasped them all with a
big handful, pulling them back through the window as fast as I could,
like a stray dog stealing a snack.
The
thunder of giggles returned, causing the house to shake once more and
forcing me to reach out and grasp the windowsill again, before the
finger disappeared. The house stopped shaking, but I could still
feel the vibrations of her giggles through the floor.
“Gooo
ahead” Crytal boomed, her
voice causing the house to vibrate. I hadn't stopped trembling.
“Put them on, Maaaarky-pooooo”
In
my fear and exhaustion, I did as the giantess said, almost
automatically. She stared at me through the window, the top of her
head cut off from the windowsill, her face hovering in the distance
like some kind of strange living blimp, her blue eyes juxtaposed with
the now pink whites from her night of revelry. Her lips were
curled into a visible smile as she stared. From where the
windowsill was, she couldn't see me naked, and so I didn't attempt to
move, bending down and putting on the underwear first, which, while
rough in texture and slightly too large, fit well enough. I could see
had a strange velcro snap to tighten them, which I did. Then I put
on the polka dot shorts, which fit me well, but were very short,
ending above the knees, before finally putting on the polka dot
shirt, which hung loose from my body.
Crystal
watched as I put the clothes on, giggling the whole time, until I was
finally done. Then she thundered once more.
“Soooo
cuuuute” She paused, before
reaching to her left, beyond the edge of the windowsill so I couldn't
see.
I
was increasingly nervous about what she had in store, and finally
worked up the courage to say something again. I found myself
shouting, saying the first words that popped into my mind.
“L-l-look
Crystal...” I yelled, slightly stammering, before pausing to
compose myself.
“It's getting really late... and I don't
think Stephanie would want us to be playing-”
Crystal
snorted, cutting me off. She began to giggle, her eyes still turned
towards whatever she was reaching for.
“Donchu
worry about her, my tiny little man...” She
paused, her arms now moving back towards the doll house.
“...
I'm your owner now, rememba? I'll plaaaay with you for as loooong as
I waaant” Her booming words
filled me with an icy chill.
As
her huge white arm returned, she placed something tan and white on
the ground, before reaching back, this time holding something else,
which was tan and pink and had something blonde on top. Then she
reached down, grabbing both of them with either hand and holding them
forward.
“Besides,
look who I brought for you to plaaaay with”
She said, before giggling.
As
I stared at the things which stuck out of her hands, I finally
realized what I was looking at. In her one hand was the Princess
Leia toy, the thing I had seen multiple times now, which towered over
me, 3-4 times my size, wearing the skimpy slave Leia outfit. In her
other, which I had never seen before, was a barbie doll, wearing a
female business attire, in pink, one of those with a business top and
skirt, yet wearing a pair of black boots which ran up the dolls
ankles. The thing was at least twice the size of the Leia.
Staring
at the toys, I was genuinely horrified. The idea of playing with
these monstrous plastic dolls seemed like something out of a
nightmare.
“That
outfit you're wearing” She
boomed, pausing to giggle. “Come's from the barbie
faaaamily set...” she paused,
unable to contain her gunfire like giggles.
“...
those are the baaaabies clothes”
she thundered, before giggling once more, and beckoning to the Leia
doll.
“This
here is your older sis...”
She boomed, before beckoning towards the Barbie.
“...And
this is your Mother” At this,
she paused, unable to contain her giggles.
She
finally paused, her face unable to contain it's beaming smile, before
her godlike voice returned. Her arm moved rapidly, and suddenly the
face of the Barbie occupied most of the window, the plastic face
strange and uncanny. Crystal's voice thundered once more, but this
time in a different, strange pitch, like somebody trying to
impersonate a doting housewife.
“Come
on out, cuuuutie pie...”Crystal's
thundering voice paused to snicker. “... Moooommy wants
to plaaaay with yooouuu...”