Still rubbing at the small lump on her arm, she gulped as her words lost her. It felt as though she was swallowing the words themselves as a lump in her throat pushed its way down her sternum and it felt a little painful.
Here she was, standing on her feet on a thick carpet where the red fibre strands looked like the kind of rope she saw tethering the docked giant cruise liners to the harbours before joining her own cruise, The Swan, and she had to balance herself on the uneven terrain she now found herself in. 3 vaccines later and she now couldn’t be more than an inch. Maybe…
“Maybe even smaller…” she moaned in fear after finding her words again. It certainly seemed that could be a possibility as she observed her surroundings still. Looking around, Lola could tell she had shrunk some steps away from the toilet entrances - in the corridor leading back into the restaurant where her family were probably still eating. She could see the doors leading to the Gents, Ladies and Disabled rooms far down the enormous hallway though she felt slightly sick knowing it was only a few steps at normal size.
She could see upwards to the lights above that shone brightly to the path below where she resided. They looked like suns far high into space, it truly was a daunting feeling to know that she would never be able to reach a bulb in her life again. Never able to reach for items on a shelf, on top of a dresser… A tear formed in her left eye and she quickly wiped it away.
Remembering her family once again and shuffling her hair, she turned on her feet to face the restaurant again and took 2 steps before stopping again. Stopping due to utter paralysing fear that sent a chill down her spine, her legs and to her toes and the longer the time it took for her to take in what she was seeing, the cold fear only got worse and worse.
In front of her was a foot. But not any foot, a gigantic foot. Colossal, even. Impossible no doubt. And yet, there it was. Frozen in place, she was standing in front of a big toe, and she wasn’t even half the size of it standing straight. The barefoot was attached to a leg that rose higher and higher above her, and she could feel her knees weaken as the sense of reverse vertigo was taking effect on her.
“Oh my… G…” She couldn’t finish her sentence, the view above completely overwhelmed her entirely. High above her, above the yellow shorts that the leg with a thin layer of dark hair disappeared into, with a red t-shirt that hung away from the chest of the person leaning forward was a face looking back down at her. The face of a teenage boy possibly older than she was, with wavy brown hair and a handsome face and with a mouth cranked open in shock.
“What the… Did you just… Yo…!” Lola was unprepared for the giant that stared down at her to speak so soon, and the voice carried unlike she had heard before. The power in it! It made her yelp and fall back onto her behind and onto the rope-like carpet that felt rough on her skin. Looking back up again, she could see the boy was holding onto some pink - white fabric… Her bikini!
Why was he holding her bikini, was he the reason she now found herself tiny and helpless? Was he the reason she now found herself in agonising terror? No… He couldn’t have been…
She remembered back in the lift earlier in the day before she had met Daisy, the shock she felt in her fingertips… Had that been the start of this? The beginning of her new life?
“My new life…” She thought to herself, with that a new tear formed in her eyes. This time she couldn’t bring herself to wipe it away. Not that she didn’t want to, but more like the fact she was gripping onto the fibres of the carpet with fearsome strength as she watched the now giant boy begin to lower himself down to the floor, bending at the knees. “He’s so… GIGANTIC!”
And gigantic he wasn’t. To anyone to actually see the boy as he is, he stood at 5’9” which definitely wasn’t unusual for his age but there was no doubt to Lola what she was seeing and gigantic was certainly a word she used to describe what she was seeing in front of her.
What sounded like enormous trees snapping in a horrible storm in the woods, the cracking of the boy's knees was astounding and made the little Lola jump and nearly squeal. The giant lowered his right knee onto the carpet far away from her, or at least it looked far away to her, with a thundering bang as he landed to the floor with little care. The thud made Lola tumble onto her back, and she had to sit back up again and looked up to see the boy looking back at her still with the same shocked look on his face.
“You… Just shrank in front of me…” The boy muttered quietly, making sure no one could hear him though no one seemed to be about. The background noise of the restaurant also helped hide his voice from any evesdroppers. “Well, more like you shrank in my arms…” He was English like her, something of a comfort to her.
Lola coughed and nervously covered her chest with her arm and wrapped her legs to cover her crotch. Her own skin felt cold to the touch, could feel the small pimples on her skin still covering her all over and she now felt herself shaking with her teeth chittering as the closer this boy leaned towards her and the light shining from the overhead lamps darkened as his head eclipse the bulbs above. His shadow cast over her and she could see his face much more clearly now. “Hey, are you OK?” His voice boomed from above her, face above her.
It wasn’t a case of not knowing what to answer to his question, but it was how to answer. For when Lola managed to squeak out “N… No… Please… Help me…!” more to herself than the giant looming in front of her, the boy could only respond with silence, clearly not being able to hear her from his height that towered high into the air. She cleared her throat and tried to shout louder this time but on her second attempt, to Lola it seemed to her that it was quieter than her first try. In her mind, the tiny girl just couldn’t fathom the being that stared down at her. It was a sight unlike any other.
Before the lockdowns had commenced, Lola had visited the capital on school visit and having been born and raised all her life in the country - the sights of the city were sights to behold. When she got back home, she regaled her visit to her parents (Elsie barely taking a slither of interest in her sister's escapades) and recalled the amount of people that hustled and bustled around her, the red old style double decker buses and the river Thames… And the odd sensation of her legs feeling weak and her head spinning slightly as she looked up, way up at the towering skyscrapers that were raised far into the cloudy sky. The way the atmosphere would slightly mist the tops of the towers and the feeling of being so small, so tiny.
It was the same feeling here, although instead of being a lifeless mountain of steel in the cool London air she was now looking at a cute boy in a restaurant corridor on a cruise liner and couldn’t be any taller than an inch - it truly was impossible for her to tell at this point. Maybe he could tell her once she managed to get him to hear her.
“Yo if you’re saying something, I can’t hear-” Both of them could hear the oncoming footsteps and happy conversations of excited kids running towards the toilet doors, back towards them. “Oh shit! Don’t move OK?” The giant said with urgency and Lola held her breath and froze on the spot - it seemed like her heart stopped too for a moment as she was now cast in another shadow made by the boy’s hand.
Almost like a strange spacecraft lowering itself for a landing, the hand stretched open towards Lola which was starting to block out the sight of the corridor, the lights and the boy himself. The lines in his palm stretched longer and wider, the thick skin of his palm widening and the long fingers stretching towards her, trimmed nails and the slight dampness of him having just washed his hands moments before Lola’s new crisis.
Coming to her senses, she whispered (though not intentionally) “W-wait… S-stop…!” But she could barely hear even herself over the ambience and the oncoming rumbling of the feet of the children that were on their way. Her body tensed painfully as the enormous hand continued to lower down towards her, casting a darker shadow the closer it reached towards her, the sight of the underside of the dark hand with its stretching fingers was like a monster of its own as she could no longer see the giant boy behind it. From her view, the fine lines in his palm continued to become more defined along with the texture of his skin and before Lola could take in anymore of this awesome sight before her, she felt a force push against her back and she screamed as she was launched forward.
Not noticing that one of the boy's fingers had curled around behind her, the tiny girl was pushed by a fingertip directly into the soft damp palm of this colossal being. Lola couldn’t tell if the boy was being careful or careless with her, she crashed into the warm skin of the boy and everything went dark around her. Before she could yell again, she felt the darkness squeeze around her lightly and her stomach nearly blew right out of her spine as she felt the world around lift away from the ground, very much like being in the lift she was in earlier today. The encompassing warmth built up in the space that squeezed around her still and the damp skin that was pushing on her was little comfort to the feeling of the boy taking a step with her in hand.
Although the boy was keeping his hand level, Lola felt every minute tremor in the boy’s hand as he began to walk somewhere out of view of the kids that had now burst through the bathroom doors, laughing and joking with each other and the boys at the back flicking water at his friends or family’s backs. WIth her face pushed into the boy’s palm, her muffled yelp was unheard by the giant as he quickly had to raise his hand so the first kid at the front of the group wouldn’t crash into him as he dashed down the corridor.
“Yo slow down…” Lola could hear the giant say to the children as they all ran past him. Within the warm hand that entombed her tiny being, the boy’s voice was booming much louder than it had when he was crouched over her. It was frightening, the sheer power in his voice as he merely spoke to the passers by was unlike anything Lola had heard before. Her body shivered in fright as the boy lowered his hand even with his chest and continued to walk.
The booming steps the boy was making matched the slight bobbing of his hand that kept the tiny girl safe from harm with his fingers wrapped around her tight enough not to crush her or even frighten her with that idea, but tight enough to keep any light getting in and any prying eyes from being able to see her either. Not that that mattered considering where he was heading.
As the bobbing rhythm wouldn’t be something Lola could get used to any time soon, with her stomach rolling and her constant shivering was simply too much for her right now. And she noticed too, that if the boy had washed his hands before finding her and that was the reason why his skin was damp then why couldn’t she smell any kind of fragrance? Not that that was the most important thing going on right now, but it was something that prickled the back of her mind.
The warm skin pushed into her face, chest and stomach, legs and back and her arms were pushed together under her breasts. She tried to push at the flesh in front of her but she was so weak that she gave up after the first try and waited with baited breath for the boy to release her from this cage.
She heard a door opening and more steps, but this time she could hear his footsteps clapping against what sounded like tiled floors. Some more steps. And then another door opening and closing.
*SHHLACK*
A door latch locking. The darkness spun around her and then another soft rumble. Then, the light. She hadn’t been in the dark long but the light was still striking as the compressing flesh around her released its grip slowly around her, the strangely comforting warmth of the boy’s hand disappearing from her front and sides but her back was stuck to the boy’s palm.
A new sight to her, a new experience that made her hold her breath as she watched the fingertips rise away from her and the landscape of the light skin levelling out around her… And the boy.
As the skin of the palm stretched flat, she could tell she was somewhere in the middle of his hand and looking up at the looming boy’s face once more confirmed that she was definitely, without a shadow of a doubt, tiny.
With her soft round bum sat on the boy’s warm skin, she sat up and felt her back peel away like velcro from the hand which felt somewhat nice considering the situation. The boy still had a slightly perplexed look on his face, with him licking his bottom lip lightly.
“So er…” he started in a whisper but was more like a whispering gale to Lola. “Are you OK? I didn’t hurt you did I?” Being this close to this close to the boy’s face was too much for her at the moment. She didn’t know how to or what to respond with his questions, she could feel her arms still shaking, with her legs and feet barely able to stay still. “I mean you look OK, you’re probably dead scared though… Wouldn’t be surprised considering, like, how small you are…” With the boy continuing to talk over her, his warm breath tickled and prickled at her skin all over her body and her hair wafted behind her ears where they now were tickling too. It felt… It felt… But no matter what it felt like, it was nothing like the fear that was a coldness washing over her she felt as the boy continued to talk.
His impossibly enormous mouth opened and closed in front of her. Lola could feel the palm she sat on raise slower, closer towards his face as the brown eyes tried further to focus on her. But the mouth… The lips of the boy stretched open and patted against each other with every syllable with his breath washing over her with every word. She could see the tip of his wet tongue, a monster abiding in the darkness behind his teeth and small flecks of spit rained down on her and that felt more like heavy rain drops than tiny drops of saliva. A drop slashed on her tummy and it made her jump and she looked down to see a frothy bubble on her. She groaned as she tried to wipe it away but it was thick and sticky, her hand pulling a tendril as she tried to yank her hand away. The warmth from the bubble of drool could be felt on her tummy and hand, it made her gag a bit.
“Oh, sorry about that. Here…” Lola looked up and yelped as a fingertip far bigger than her entire body loomed towards her. She shuffled her feet and tried to crawl backwards away from the fast approaching finger.
“Stop, wait!” And the finger stopped. It pulled away from her and the boy’s face re-appeared with a small grin.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said with genuine concern. “I guess it’d be pretty easy scaring you at your size huh? I’m Ollie, what’s yours?” Lola had stopped crawling backwards and had to take a moment to catch her breath again, and to build up her courage to once again find her voice. Taking a deep breath in…
“Lola! My name is Lola!” She shouted from the top of her voice, nearly straining her throat as she did. Noticing the boy’s smile grow a little wider, she felt relieved he could hear her, not that that slowed her racing heart.
“Hi Lola! Erm…” The boy was looking to find what to say next and Lola could see his smile vanish and his lips flattened tight together as he was thinking. The tiny girl waiting on his warm palm for him to speak next. There were a million things Lola wanted to say, more than anything to request him take her back to her family, but she felt like he had control of the conversation at the moment. In fact, she was sure that he basically had complete control of herself.
Looking away from his mouth and towards his eyes, with his floppy brown hair hanging slightly over his frown, she could see that his brown eyes were twitching as he was looking down upon her. With her still sitting on his hand, Lola legs were splayed apart and with her hands behind her back and arms straight propping her up, she quickly realised she was bare naked and all to see in front of this young, though older than her, boy that held her in his hand. In quick fashion, she wrapped her arm around her breasts and tucked her knees together and close towards her to hide as much of her as possible. Then…
“Hmhpf…” A wave of warm air brushed her body as the boy grunted through his nose. The smile returned once more, but unlike the last friendly smile he had as he was about to poke her, this smile was a smirk and there was no doubt about it. Lola continued to shiver and tremble. “Quite shy aren’t you?” There was a hint of genuine inquisitiveness in his whispered tone.
Though she had just managed to wrap herself with enough confidence to continue sitting in the boy's palm, she yelped and quickly unravelled herself again as she felt the horizon of the boy’s hand tilt to the left and knocked her off balance. As she collapsed on her side with a small “Ooof!”, she yelped once more as the boy’s palm tilted the other way, causing the tiny naked girl to roll onto her right and she fell onto her front and slid slightly, her breasts running into the soft warm skin of the boy. Once the motion had stopped and Lola’s head stopped spinning, she used her right arm to side up sideways and looked up at the boy with hair hanging in front of her eyes. She was really trembling now, really scared of this new reality she found herself in and the boy’s face that loomed closer to her wasn’t helping in the slightest but it wasn’t long before she covered herself up again realising what he had done.
“Hah…” With a small laugh, Lola was nearly blown onto her back again. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. So how do you feel Lola, it looked like you were in pain when you bumped into me in the hallway?” So he was the boy who called out to her as she rushed into the bathroom moments earlier. “You looked like you were in like, a bit of a seizure. You were flapping your hands around, I thought you spilt something on it! You barged the bathroom door open and came out like seconds later and collapsed in my arms… And then you… Well you shrank to…” The boy’s finger and thumb from his other hand appeared and made a motion showing her how small she had shrunk. And it made her shiver to the core. “... this small! Like, you have no idea how small you are right now, this is absolutely wild…” The last part of his sentence said more to himself than to Lola. “You can’t be more than half an inch tall or something…” The boy continued to whisper to himself, Lola noticing the boy's eyes still scanning her tiny body all over. Even though she was covered again, she felt more and more exposed the longer this boy observed her.
With a small tear in her eye, she took a deep breath once more. “Listen, I need you to take me back to my parents - they’re near the balcony, I think it’s table twenty-” But she was interrupted.
“Your parents?” The boy said with a frown becoming more pronounced. “You’re here with your family?”
“Y-yeah, we’re on holiday… To-together…” She felt like she didn’t need to shout anymore, the boy could clearly hear her as he listened to her intently within the small vicinity they found themselves in. Now that she thought about it, she quickly looked around and from what she could tell, the boy had made his way into a toilet cubicle and had sat onto the toilet lid. The walls of the cubicle rose around then, with a bright LED bulb shining down from above.
“Ah yeah, makes sense.” The boy brought her attention back to him, his warm breath would be something she couldn’t adjust to, much like the sight of his mouth so close to her even though he probably wasn’t leaning that close to his hand to normal sized people.
“Normal sized people…” A thought quickly announced itself in her mind. It filled her with a dreaded emptiness she hadn’t felt ever before. A feeling of loss and loneliness, even though she was found and accompanied by the looming teenage boy ahead of her. A tear seeped from the corner of her eye and she was quick to wipe it away with her forearm, briefly giving the ominous boy a brief glance at her bare naked body. Sniffling and looking back up, Lola noticed the quick difference of a smirk at the corner of the boy's mouth as he spoke once more.
“Cute. You were saying something about your parents?” He asked politely, but there was a hint of jest in his quiet tone of voice. The tiny girl was about to reply but the warm skin she was currently sat on tilted to the right and knocked her off balance. It wasn’t a drastic motion, but it was enough to throw her onto her side and collapsed with her arms in front of her. As she shook her head and leaned up on her arm, looking back at the God-sized teenage boy, a low rumbling chuckling sound escaped from the boy’s smirking mouth in front of her and she quickly snapped her arms to her chest and once more crossed her legs. “Very… cute.”
“What…” Lola began to mutter, a cold sweat began to coat her body which tingled at her skin as the boy’s breath lightly brushed her skin as he whispered to her. She began to shake nervously.
Still smirking now, the boy’s lips pursed tightly for a moment as he was admiring her from above. His eyes were twitching tightly side to side, up and down as he was clearly soaking in the sight of having her in his hand, no bigger than half the size of his thumbnail. Lola’s shaking was barely noticeable to him but there was no doubt he could see the fear in her tiny face, no matter how much she tried to hide it.
The un-intending intimidating glare was nearly too much for her and no matter how much she tried to encourage herself to speak, her voice was well and truly lost on her - nothing more than a dry croak could be barely heard even at her size. Before long, the horizon of the warm boy’s palm began to slowly rise, close to the looming smiling face that seemed to grow in size in front of her but it was simply her point of view, her perspective now that she was a quarter of an inch small.
The warm breath that pumped from the two large dark round circles that were the nostrils from this giant puffed harder at her on his hand as she went higher and higher, closer now to his right eye. The black hole that was his pupil tightened in focus as she was brought closer and closer to the enormous eye. She gasped as she could see the very fabric of the inner layers of his iris, the brown waves and folds that stretched as he squinted was truly a sight to behold and something she never really wanted to see again. She felt truly naked and vulnerable to her very bones, as if her soul itself was being peered into by this teenager.
Only a few moments later she was being lowered back to the height she was originally being held at, the boy seemingly satisfied with his observation as he quietly hummed to himself with a wry grin.
“You know… I think…” he whispered to her, Lola’s fingers gripped into the sides of her chest and groaning slightly at the self-inflicted pain. And waiting for the boy to continue talking, a deep fart was heard echoing from a stall a couple of doors away from their own vicinity. Both Lola and the boy winced in slight embarrassment, realising they weren’t alone in the public toilets. Of course they wouldn’t be!
“Hah… Maybe we should continue this back in my suite, what do you say Lola?” With a hint of humour to his tone, Lola was quick to sit straight up in panic.
“Your suite?! What…?!” She began to protest but she quickly went silent as fingers of enormous size rose around the horizon she sat on and felt her stomach nearly launch from her mouth as the world around her slowly lowered and spun around as both the boy lowered his hand and stood up off the toilet. “Ollie, wait!” Lola could barely cry out as the skin around her puffed and rose up as Ollie cupped his hand lightly around her, and the world around her darkened.
She fell backwards as the hand tilted in the dark and then nothing gripped her, falling off from her safe platform and a second later landing on a soft platform. She looked up as the giant fingers rose away from her and light glared into the dark space that rose above her, and squinting revealed Ollie’s face now far far above her and looking back at her. She heard a flush and then Ollie looked away from her and opened the door in front of him. And then chaos ensued.
Lola yelped as the dark space with the light above around her rocked as Ollie moved and it didn’t take long to realise that the boy had placed her into his shorts pocket. The wall of the fabric on one side was the world outside the shorts, and on the other side was his outer thigh, brushing up against the wall of his shorts pocket and making Lola bounce around, never being able to find a safe grip for her to ground herself.
The crashing booming sounds coming from his steps shook her to the very core. How was this possible? How was any of this possible? From one moment enjoying her summer break with her family on a once-in-a-lifetime trip to being somewhat captive in a teenage boy’s shorts pocket. Naked, shaking and frightened. Frightened at the thought of what was to come next, the smirks and close observations that Ollie had given her moments ago did not come across as kind or friendly in her mind.
The thumping steps of the boy were relentless and still not being able to find her balance, she could barely tell what she was seeing in the pocket either as the opening of the pocket above wafted open and closed with every motion, every breeze of air as he passed other giant people around him. She could hear passing children, teenagers and adults. One moment, she could tell he had paced through the restaurant, hearing the waiters and waitresses taking orders with patrons both complaining and enjoying their meals and company. It didn’t take long before the ambience began to quieten as he made to leave the diner.
She barely noticed Ollie’s fingers creeping into the pocket above her until Lola felt a small punch on the top of her head. Quickly looking up as she fell to her back, she yelped as a wall of skin pushed into her front and gently brushed her front. She grunted as her back was pushed into the floor of the pocket and pushing back, her tiny hands could feel the incredible grooves of his fingerprint and this sent her wild. She screamed as she kicked and punched at the fingertip, begging for escape from this fabric prison she was being held in. But it wasn’t long before the fingers left her once more, rising above her and leaving the pocket.
Lola held her breath for a moment, holding back her sobbing but in a moment after the hand had left the pocket - her entire being slammed into the boy’s thigh as a large flat force smacked her from outside.
“I think we’re going to have a blast Lola!” Ollie hummed, Lola crying out again once more. “You might even make me blast a few times tonight…” Lola heard a rumble that she guessed was him laughing but it was impossible to tell what was happening in the pocket.
She didn’t know how long it had been, time passed as well as Ollie’s thumping footsteps and she couldn’t tell which way was up or down. Still being rolled and rocked around in the loose shorts pocket, she cried desperately for a grip to hold herself. And as Ollie had jumped off the last step from a descending stairwell, Lola bounced in the pocket and crashed into a small loose threaded corner of the shorts and immediately grabbed at the weathered thread. It felt strange in her hands but she was able to grip the thick thread and accidentally pulled at it as she was nearly flung backwards. And then she saw it…
A small circle of light was emitting not from above where the pocket opening was absolutely out of reach to her, but in the corner of the pocket where the thread had been pulled away by her. She gasped and cried out in relief as she pulled and pulled at the thread she so dearly clung on to, and watched in beggared belief as the opening widened more and more - eventually enough for something… Or someone as small as herself to be able to squeeze through.
As Ollie was mid-step, Lola dived for the opening and pushed her head and shoulders though the gap, gasping at the frightening height she now found herself about to fall down. She was looking down the back of Ollie’s right calve as it bent at the knee below her. She screamed as she felt the fingertip return from behind her and brush at her feet, feeling for her once again but purely by accident the tiny girl kicked at the finger and she was finally launched from her pocket prison. Only to find herself now in freefall!
Screaming and flailing in the air, Lola’s soft brown hair stretched high above her and her arms and legs struggled to keep her horizontal - she was mimicking a skydiver at this point. The air around her rushed around her, against her. Her face felt like it was about to rip away from her very skull, the cold sweat on her skin now freezing as she continued to fall and fall.
Fall and fall, until she slammed into the back of Ollie’s leg and bounced into the air with Lola wincing in pain and crashing finally onto the soft carpeted floor. She rolled and rolled and finally came to a stop, hearing the thumping steps of Ollie go quieter and quieter as he seemed to have walked around a corner, away from her.
Lola grunted into the rope-like fabric of a carpeted somewhere aboard this cruise ship and took a moment to herself to stop her head from spinning though she found this hard to do considering the rocking motion of the ship. She could feel it so significantly being this small, along with the distinct rumbling of the engines far below the vicinity of the patrons of the ship.
Lifting her head and moaning in pain, she was winded and aching but nothing seemed to be broken. Nothing enough to make her cry. Other than the sight before her. It was another corridor with a thick red carpet with patterns that were too stretched before Lola for her to be able to see them in detail. There were many doors on either side of the hallway with numbers descending down the red path, very similar to the accommodation she shared with her sister. The corridor had a T-path at the end, and she had no idea if Ollie had gone left or right but she heard a door close somewhere along the corridor she couldn’t see.
Trying to get onto her feet, her legs throbbed with pain. Again, not broken but the fall had clearly taken a toll on her - her right arm even felt dislocated but thankfully, she had just landed on it with nothing more than a hard…
*Thump*
“What… What was…” Lola muttered, her chest rising and falling faster and faster with each passing moment. The distant thump had lightly shook the floor she laid on and she had felt it entirely through her tiny body. Though she spoke first, she knew what that sound was. And she hoped, she desperately hoped…
*Thump*
Another thump, this one sounding - and feeling more defined. “No, please don’t be…” Dreading the incoming nightmare, she imagined Ollie turning the corner and instantly seeing her on the floor - grinning with malice and stomping towards her…
*Thump*
A shadow loomed the walls at the end of her corridor as the giant person stepped forward once more and Lola, holding baited breath, held herself tense on the floor.
*Thump*
As the giant turned the corner, facing Lola, the tiny naked girl gasped in fear. It wasn’t Ollie, but an impossibly enormous Muslim woman that was adorned with a long dark naqib that covered her being from head to toe. Lola could only see, from a vast distance, the woman’s dark eyes in the small window of her head covering and the undersoles of the slippers she wore as she stepped forward. Towards Lola.
*Thump*
The floor vibrated more this time which made Lola yelp and desperately try and stand up again. “COME ON!” She pulled at her left leg but she could barely feel anything from the waist down. The feelings in her legs were coming back but…
*THUMP*
The boom was much louder this time and the floor nearly made Lola bounce into the air. She cried out as she fell to her side and she sat up again and gasped with a deep breath of air as she looked forwards and up, craning her head. How can someone cover that much distance…?
*THUMP*
“OH MY G…” As the gigantic muslim woman took one more step towards her, Lola could only lay and observe the form of the woman’s left foot lift from the floor and swing towards her. The woman was wearing a black slipper / ballet-type shoe with gold trimmings around the hard rubber soles and it flew to Lola’s side and crashed down to the side of her, far enough for her not to be stepped on. But then the world around her went dark once more.
The woman’s right foot stepped and landed behind Lola which she didn’t notice at all, having been completely entranced by the sight of the giant left foot that had landed near her. But now, she realised, she was laid directly between the feet of this woman and far underneath the long dark naqib that covered the woman’s body. And something instantly caught her attention, something which made her skin go cold ever more.
Looking up from the black slipper was the top of the woman’s bare foot, dark brown skin that was contrasted with a shiny silver anklet that was tightly wrapped around the base of the woman’s leg, just above the boney ankle. And dangling from what seemed to be a very expensive bit of jewellery was a small glass casing that was bigger than Lola herself, big enough to fit a tiny like herself. A tiny like the man that was encased inside, apparently screaming bloody murder and banging on the walls facing her.
Lola stared with her mouth agape at the man that was so desperate to escape his prison. There was nothing she could do, nothing she could offer to give redemption to the man so clearly in need of freedom. It didn’t take long before Lola’s eyes had locked onto his as he noticed her there lying on the floor.
She couldn’t hear anything he was screaming and screaming he clearly was. The girl could see his mouth open and close in a fury, spittle coating the glass of the casing he was in and his fists banging over and over again and pushing forward at the wall in front of him, his feet even glowing yellow as he pushed with all his might against the prison he was in.
“I can’t help you… I can’...!” Lola moaned to the man, knowing full well her voice wouldn’t carry through to him but maybe he’d understand. But looking on, she didn’t think he wouldn’t be able to even lip read what she was saying, considering his desperation. She herself could feel her own desperation begin to lose control.
How could someone do something like this? In what world did she belong in where this was a thing, where tiny human beings would be trapped in an anklet! It made her head spin, wondering what else people could trap tinies in, who in the world had tinies trapped on themselves… That no-one would even ever realise…
And then she heard something… Voices… “What…” And she looked up, wishing instantly that she hadn’t and nearly threw up at the sight.
The dark skin of the muslim woman’s leg loomed high above the anklet naturally, and as Lola’s eyes wandered high above the tiny many banging the walls of his anklet prison, she could see small black leather strips wrapped around the woman’s left leg circling her round calves and thighs that loomed high into the darkness above. And with each of the thin black strips was a tiny, bound and still strapped against the inner leg of this woman who were now screaming down at her, begging and crying for release… For freedom.
“Help me…”
“...Help us!”
“... Please… It’s been days…”
Both men’s and women’s voices could be heard from above. Lola was nearly lying on her back as she stared up at the desperate tinies looking down back at her, kicking their little legs but their arms trapped behind the leather strips. The inside of the woman’s leg was bare, it was only the left leg that had the prisoners wrapped against her skin, and she couldn’t see past a certain point of the woman’s looming legs but she was sure there were probably more tinies further still.
She didn’t notice the right foot leave the slipper behind her but she certainly heard it and she snapped her heard in a 180 motion and watched the foot raise above her and swing towards the anklet on the left food, the large big toe crashed into the tiny glass prison and made the tiny man inside fall to his side. He was clearly screaming in fear as the toe rubbed his prison up and down as the woman scratched at her foot.
It was too much to take in for Lola. Too much to comprehend what she was seeing, feeling light headed as watched the foot loom over her once again but fitting back into the slipper to her behind her and soon, the woman that towered above her took another step, and suddenly there was light again. Lola panted as the muslim walked away from her, listening as the banging thumping steps safely left her with the floor becoming a safe haven once more. It was somewhat a comforting relief not being able to hear the many screaming cries of desperation by the tinies that were hidden away from the world, no matter where the woman walked to.
That thought made her shudder and shiver and she couldn’t help imagining herself being one of those tinies strapped to the inside of the giantess’s leg along with countless others, screaming and begging for mercy. Mercy that would never come. Just being in Ollie’s shorts pocket was enough to send her imagination wild, being able to imagine the swaying of the enormous long legs in the dark confines of the black naqib…
She hadn’t realised she had passed out and was dreaming.
But she hadn't passed out for long, before once again…
*Thump*
Though the floor vibrated underneath her, the tiny girl didn’t stir. Lola continued to lay on her back, arms splayed and legs crossed at the ankles. Almost in a pose of crucifixion without a cross.
*Thump*
Her bare chest raised up and down as breathed in her sleep. Her cold skin still damp with sweat, a bead from the side of her breast stoked her pimpled skin and tickled some light hairs on her side.
*Thump*
She slowly opened her eyes, not knowing what had happened. Had she fallen asleep? She had never fainted before and coming to was a new experience indeed. Her mind was swapped with muggy thoughts and visions. Her thoughts returned to what she had witnessed moments earlier. The towering brown legs… The screaming-
*THUMP*
Now that Lola was conscious once more, the floor beneath her rocked with the loud banging sound before her. She lifted her head from the floor. And screamed. Screamed louder than she ever had before, she was sure her lungs would burst from her chest, her very voice would blow the ceiling of the roof high above her. For the sight before her frightened her very soul.
As if in slow motion, Lola could only shuffle backwards on her soft round arse with her legs still seemingly paralysed. Digging her elbows into the floor and with her hands pushing her backwards, there was no way she was going to escape the impending doom she was to find herself in.
A giant bare foot had lifted from the floor directly in front of her and when Lola had lifted her head from the thick carpet and looked down her body between her breasts and crossed legs, she was seeing the pointed red-tipped toes bend from off the floor and rose forward. Forward towards her. As the foot tilted upwards, with toes rising into the air, Lola could see the plump ball of this giant woman’s foot, the skin stretching with toes as the entire foot moved towards her.
“N-n-n-nnn…!” Lola squealed as she slowly stopped crawling backwards, her whole body now becoming paralysed from fear as the underside of the giant toes drifted over. Her bottom jaw jittered as the long second toe and the third next to it hovered over her, moving over her like an aircraft in slow motion. She gulped as she could see the small bits of dirt and lint that was stuck to the skin of the foot above her and it wasn't long until the toes passed high above her and she stared at the dark slightly-yellowed ball of the foot loomed above her.
“... Please, no…” Lola whispered in plea. As the foot seemed to hover above her, she tried to raise herself on her elbows once more but all was in vain as the area around her darkened. She instantly fell onto her back again and raised her hands straight above her but then put them down to her sides in fear of breaking her arms. For the looking ball of the giant woman’s foot lowered towards her relentlessly, warm air pushing down at her and the world darkening still.
She screamed as the ceiling of skin fell towards her and in what felt like an instant moment, Lola was pushed into the floor with a compression she had never felt before and never wanted to feel again. The air was crushed from her lungs and she screamed into the wall of warm skin as it pushed into her face. Her arms were pressed into her sides and her legs were pushed apart and so she was entirely flat against the floor… Against the ball of this person’s right foot. Her body was bathed in a forced warmth that was strangely comforting. She hadn’t been crushed and she wasn’t dead and she was no longer cold.
Not knowing how long she had been trodden on for, she could only wait to see what happened next. Crying and sobbing, she couldn’t move her head left to right and vice versa. She couldn’t move a single hair on her body as she continued to be pushed into the plush carper - something she couldn’t be more thankful for at the moment.
It wasn’t long until Lola felt the front of her body get pulled along with the stretching of the ball of the foot as this person was about to take another step. Her heart racing, she braced herself as she could sense the heel of the foot she was under lift from the floor. She didn’t have time to yelp as the ball of the foot she was stuck to lift into the air and try as she might, she couldn’t push herself from the foot.
Her arms were still pinned helplessly to her sides. Her clammy skin had made it easy for her to be glued to the dry skin of the sole of the giantess’s foot and she couldn’t find leverage to be able to peel herself away. And she felt the apex of the foot taking the next step, she felt herself as well as the foot lower the floor once more - Lola could do nothing but whimper as the world around her went dark again but the force of being a part of an entire footstep, underneath a giant foot, was too much to take as it slammed into the floor.
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Coming to, Lola grunted. She felt winded once again, bruised and aching all over. She could barely move her head and she felt warm and comforted where she was. She was fine to stay here for now. Wherever she was.
*Thump*
She heard it, another footstep. Lola gasped as her eyes snapped open and she lifted her head, wincing at the pain that shot down her back. “Oww, fuck…” She grunted once more. The tiny girl rubbed the base of her back, her fingers rubbing into her spine slowly as she blinked back into consciousness. Then she remembered!
Her arms!
Lola looked at her right arm as she swung her hand in front of her. Then with her left hand, she could move her arms again! Then she quickly remembered why she couldn’t move them in the first place… The foot…
Pushing herself up from the warm source in which she laid on, she began to truly take in the sights around her.
She was in a dark room, a bedroom by the looks of the dresser and mirror to Lola’s right, a TV on the back wall and a small round window with the calm sea outside. A dark night’s sky couldn’t hide the bright moonlight that shone into the room she was in. And the surface she was laying on, it took her a few moments to work out what it was and why it was so warm.
She was still stuck to the sole of this giant person’s foot, still stuck to her front against the ball of the foot that was turned upside down. It was lying on bed, this much was obvious to Lola now, which meant that… Lola pushed herself entirely off the skin of the sole she was on. Looking forward, she could see the underside of the round little toes at the end of the foot, and spinning around, she was looking up the smooth tanned leg of this woman that disappeared into the thick white bed covers wrapped around her. Lola could now hear the woman breathing in her sleep.
Looking over at the dresser, she could see the red display of the bedside clock.
02:55
It had been nearly 6 hours that had passed as far as Lola could tell since she had been in the restaurant with her family, eating her meal and very much looking forward to a delicious ice cream dessert and very much not looking forward to saying goodbye to such a fun trip.
As the tiny girl clambered off the warm foot of the woman accompanying the bed, she continued to think about her predicament. Her family had no idea where she was or what had happened to her. But she assumed they could guess.
A missing person on a giant cruise ship could mean very few things, such as someone going overboard or departing from a location the cruise might stop at. To someone simply hiding aboard as a stowaway, or nowadays, someone might shrink and be lost amongst the crowd of tourists on holiday. She assumed her family could whittle down the possibilities regarding her disappearance.
Pacing the soft cotton of the bed sheets, she continued to look around the room and the items that littered the bedside dresser. The enormous make up bottles, perfumes and brushes. All so gigantic and enormous to her and she wasn’t even standing on the same surface. How on Earth was she supposed to get back to her family like this, tiny and barely noticeable. What would her family do with once they found her again? What kind of a life could she live like this?
Continuing to walk the length of the bed, Lola could only think back to her friend Sasha. Sasha and… Greg. Sasha had been a lifelong friend to her and there were times in the period of them being friends that Sasha would say things that would put Lola on edge. It was no surprise that Sasha had grown up quicker than Lola seeing as Sasha had an older sister that was very pretty and very popular with guys above her age range and Sasha had picked up on a few… Life skills that her sister was happy to share with her.
Some comments that Sasha made… Some of the things she did… Lola always wondered what kind of woman Sasha would turn out to be, and when the day came that Sasha showed her Greg helpless toyed with in her mouth, it instantly changed her perception of her friend. No longer innocent yet playful, now she was entirely playful… And dominant. And she had seen things on TV like those new TV shows. Viral videos on social media and new influencers sharing advice on the latest tips of tiny-care. She never thought for a moment she would find herself a victim to this new life, this new nightmare. And a nightmare it truly was, with no escape in sight and no return to the normal life she once lived.
If someone like Ollie could easily snatch her from the floor and basically kidnap her without anyone noticing, if someone could hide her in an item of clothing and manage to wander an entire cruise ship without being noticed, how could she defend herself?
The sight of the dozen tinies strapped up the height of the muslim woman’s leg returned fresh in her mind again, with the screams still ringing in her ears. Where were they now? What would the woman be doing with them as we speak? Were there more tinies the woman kept but wasn’t with her, maybe in her bedroom here on the ship or maybe even back home where the woman was from?
Lola sat on her behind as her legs seemed to get weaker and weaker with every step she took and every step that crossed her mind. Her soft bottom cushioned her collapsed resolve and she held her face in her hands. And sniffled. Greg’s tiny body swam into her mind briefly.
“...I can’t bear this anymore…”
She could hear his cries fresh in her mind, as if he was right in front of her right now reaching out for her in pure desperation - his eyes wide with fear and pleading. She wished she had reached out for him, wished she had told Sasha to let him go and to let him return to his sister. Whoever that was.
Sasha’s gleeful smile snapped around Greg and hid him from view of Lola. She imagined Sasha’s giggling grin, imagining what Greg was going through behind those soft lips. These thoughts weren’t new to Lola, it was something she had weeks to think about after Adam’s party. But what was new was her perspective. For a moment, she envisioned herself as Greg - looking out from an oval of pink that closed slowly in front of her, her body soaked…
She sobbed. It burst from her as she forced herself to stop thinking about Sasha and Greg but once it started, she blubbed into her hands uncontrollably. Her palms were soaked in her tears, she struggled to find her breath as her crying now took over. She wiped away at her eyes but the tiny girl’s tears continued to flow like a stream.
“Mummy… Please… Please come and find me, I don’t want this…!” She sobbed more and more into her hands. The girl dropped her head into arms as she wrapped her elbows around her knees and held herself. She could feel the tears drop onto her stomach and the surface between her legs. With her eyes shut, her body shaking with her crying and body sore all over, hope truly felt lost.
Minutes went by and by before her elbows were aching too. Her crying had slowed down too, the initial flood works having now passed and she was able to wipe her tears away - enough for her to open her eyes and stand up once again. One way or another, she had to get to her family.
Behind her, a sharp intake of breath was heard.
Lola stood up as straight as a pencil, freezing on the very spot she stood and waited. Waiting. Waiting. And then…
Warm air wafted around her with a breath being blown put behind her, wafting her head in front of her face. She needed to turn around.
Her jaws were chattering against each other again as she slowly turned on her heels. As her eyes turned too, she nearly ran on the spot but the sheer sight of the giant blue eye looking back at her was locking her body still.
She hadn’t noticed how far up the bed she had walked, observing the room around her and being lost in her thoughts. What had been behind her was the woman’s body and head which is now where Lola found herself. The tiny girl probably didn’t realise how loud she had been as she cried to herself and she didn’t know how long this person had been staring at her.
Still frozen on the spot, Lola shut her mouth and tears still ran down her cheeks as she could finally take in the sight before her.
The woman’s head was under the thick white bed sheet along with her rest of her body bar a hand a foot, the very foot Lola had awoken on. The sheet had been lifted slightly from the bed in front of the woman’s face and now Lola could see a blue eye looking back at her.
Before Lola could say anything, the entire bed shook and rustled as the person under the cover stirred. It was like watching an entire landscape awake and rise from the horizon. Lola watched on as the woman in front of her pushed away from the best and lifted herself up, hands pulling up the bed sheet to stop it falling down her body, her large round chest pushing against her arms and long blonde hair brushed from her face and fell down her head, shoulders and back. Craning her head back again, something she was quickly finding she was getting used to, Lola looked up at the shocked face of the blonde woman looking back down at her, mouth agape and the blue eyes widening.
Lola’s heart fluttered.
“Wait… You’re Daisy...!”
Giantess World
