She returned after a few minutes, wearing now a T-shirt and sweat pants.

"Come on," she said, as she picked me up and carried me from the couch into the bathroom.

She ran a small pool of warm water in her sink, and lowered me in. She then broke off a small piece of soap, and told me I should probably wash my clothes.

I prepared to undress, and she left the bathroom without saying a word.

After a thorough cleansing of my clothes from her lady fluid, I put them back on. She returned after a few minutes. She held me up in her palm, and dried me as best as she could with a small cloth.

"James," she said as she gently rubbed the cloth against my wet clothes, "I really didn't expect this."

"I didn't either," I said to her, "I fell down. You didn't realize what you were doing in your sleep. It was an accident."

She continued to dry me, and she was careful to avoid contact with my tiny crotch, which kind of disappointed me. Although I was so close to death, the whole ordeal inside her vagina still kind of excited me.

"How didn't you wake up?" I asked, "didn't you feel me down there?"

"I can't control my urges all the time," Shannon explained, "it just felt good, and I reacted."

"Well," I said to her, "let's forget it."

"Right," she said, as she put the cloth down onto the counter of her bathroom.

"It may still be a while before your clothes are dry," she said, "I'll make you something else to eat before I take you back."

She carried me to the kitchen, and broke me off a small piece of chocolate cake that was too big for me finish.

As I ate the small chunk of cake on her tabletop, she stared at me, then the clock. She let out a long sigh.

"Well, I guess I'll take you back now," she said, "I wish I didn't have to though, I'm so tired after... what happened."

Her cheeks went a bit red in embarrassment, and she did look very tired.

"Well, you've already been so nice to me," I admitted, "you don't have to drive me tonight. You can sleep, then drive me back tomorrow." I suggested. I kind of hoped I could spend the night with her, and redeem myself after our unfortunate incident.

"Do you think my team would let you?" I asked.

"Well," she thought about it, "I guess I could let them know you'd be back tomorrow, but they're probably expecting you back tonight."

"If I've been allowed out this long, I'm sure a while longer won't be too bad." I said to her.

"I am exhausted," she said, "but it's okay, I'll drive you back now."

"No I insist, please, you should get a good sleep," I said. "Plus, it was quite a rigorous experience for me too, you know, trying to escape. I'm very tired."

"Well, if you insist," she said, "I'll leave them a message and tell them."

Carrying me to her bedroom, she clicked around on her phone, and told me she had sent the research team a memo for my return tomorrow.

Her bedroom was abnormally clean, like the rest of her apartment. Carpets were recently vacuumed, no clothes anywhere, and the gigantic bed was made. I became excited once again. In her enormous hand, she held me up to her face.

"I'll want you close to me," she told me. My eyes lit up in anticipation. "In case you need me to carry you to the bathroom in the night," she finished. "You can sleep next to my bed on the nightstand."

Damn, I thought, I reacted a little too fast. Then, she collected some small, soft linens for me, and carefully placed me next to them. I threw the materials together creating a miniature makeshift bed on her nightstand. I began to think I was getting my hopes up over spending the night with a giant woman. Yes, we had a small sexual encounter, actually a BIG sexual encounter for me, but I began to think I was just infatuated with her, and there was no real connection. Whatever, I'll just enjoy my time with her in her nice apartment, and get some sleep.

I crawled into my small bed, while she returned from brushing her teeth and went to turn off the light.

"Night, James," she said, flicking the switch and blackening the room. She walked back to her bed. "See you in the morning."

"Night, Shannon," I said, turning over in my little bed.

I heard her rustling while she played with her bed covers, and crawled in. God, would I be able to sleep? With the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen laying next to me, I knew I would have trouble dozing off. I turned over to face her in the dark.

She sat up in her bed, and quietly removed her bra underneath her T-shirt. My eyes still weren't completely adjusted to the dark, but against the street light shining through the window, I could see the outline of her silhouette and she undressed herself. After setting aside her bra, she reached her hands underneath her blanket, and slid off her pants. This was too much for me, I suddenly realized. She pulled her sweatpants out from underneath the covers, and dropped them to the floor. She then lay her enormous body down, and turned on her side, and pulled the blanket over her.

Well, that was that, I thought to myself. I then became very aware of the erection I had. Dammit, I thought to myself, why did the only person who wanted to help my case have to be the most drop-dead sexiest woman I had ever met? This was truly frustrating. I had barely spent anytime with women lately, and now I'm suddenly sitting in a dark bedroom with one, and she was half naked.

I couldn't stop thinking about her, and my urges got the best of me. Maybe I should just relieve myself, and get her off my mind so I can sleep, I thought to myself. I reached under my tiny blanket, and began to play with myself. I thought of her, and how she used me to penetrate her while she slept. It was incredibly hot, actually, as I imagined her beautiful, enormous body become stimulated by my tiny form.

I was close to finishing, when a blinding light turned on.

It was Shannon, she had turned on her nightstand light, and was staring down directly at me.

"What are you doing?" she demanded. I tried to play it off as nothing.

"What? I was just trying to fall asleep," I said.

"I heard weird noises though," she told me, "like noises underneath your sheet."

"Oh, I was just trying to get comfortable," I lied, "sorry if I was making noise-"

She suddenly shot her giant hand over to me, gripped my tiny blanket, and pulled it off my naked body.

I tried to cover up my erection, but she had already caught a glimpse.

"You were fucking touching yourself?" she asked, disgusted. "Were you watching me as I slept? What's wrong with you?" She sounded very angry. I was beyond humiliated.

"I- I'm sorry!" I blurted. "I just heard you getting undressed, and I couldn't help myself! I'm sorry!"

"Is this why you wanted to stay here?" she asked, "so you could masturbate to me while I sleep?"

"No, I swear it wasn't!" I explained, "I just got carried away, you're so attractive, you know, and I-"

"I don't want to hear this shit," she interrupted, as she sat up in her bed and continued to look at me with contempt.

"How can I possibly sleep now?" she asked in an annoyed tone, "now that I know I'm sleeping next to some sick little pervert?"

"I won't do it again, I promse. Shannon, I'm really sorry," I pleaded with her.

"I know you won't" she told me, "because I'm going to make sure you won't,"

She sprang up from her bed in her grey T-shirt and black underpants, and quickly disappeared down the hall into the kitchen. She began rifling through a drawer.

What is she doing? I wondered.

She returned to the bedroom, an angered look still on her face, holding a roll of scotch tape.

"Arms to your sides, and legs together," she demanded.

"Wha- what?" I asked in pure confusion.

"Arms to your sides, and legs together," she repeated. "Now."

She couldn't possibly want to tie me up, I thought. Not a chance.

"Shannon, you can't be serious," I said.

"I'm dead fucking serious," the giant woman said back to me. "I don't want some sick, perverted asshole like you touching yourself as I sleep. So, arms together."

Her stern look and tone told me she meant it. I decided not to respond, and slowly placed my tiny arms to my sides, and positioned my little legs together.

"Shannon, you don't need to do this-" I began, until her enormous fingers attacked me and held me in place. Holding a long strip of tape in her left hand, she placed it around my body as her right hand spun me around in my bed, strapping me down, leaving me completely immobile. Even my pointy erection had been taped down. She stuck the last portion of the strip tight around my torso, observed her work, and smiled.

"That should hold you," she said, before walking out of the room and back to the kitchen, to return the roll of tape.

How humiliating. Tied up by a giant woman with a tiny piece of ordinary scotch tape. I tried to wiggle my arms, with no use. She had me completely tied up as I lay on my miniature bed. What's worse, I was so close to climaxing. She had interrupted me just as I was about to finish. This was torture.

She returned, and walked back over to me on the nightstand. She took my small blanket, and re-covered my completely subdued, small body.

"There, much better," she said, as she smiled down at me. "'Sleep tight," she said, in a very teasing tone.

She then spun around, turned off her bedroom light, walked back to the bed, and climbed in.

Her revealing my erection was undoubtedly the most embarrassing moment of my life, why did she have to make it so much worse? I wondered. Tying me up so I can't touch myself? Was it really necessary? I thought to myself.

I had never been so humiliated, angry, and frustrated in my life. The tape irritated me even more, as it was very sticky and rough. I attempted to break the tape by extending my arms and legs, but it didn't budge at all. I stopped for a moment to listen to Shannon, she had fallen fast asleep. How could she just embarrass me like that then drift right off to sleep? I wondered. Confined to my bed like a torture victim, I sat awake, in anger, for about an hour. Then, somehow, I finally got to sleep.