Rory slowly woke from a highly erotic and equally implausible dream.  As he turned over, he realized that the surface he was lying on was hard and totally unlike the soft bedding he had fallen asleep on last night.  

A voice called out, “Kristi, can you put that computer into lost and found?  It’s been unattended for the last three hours.”

Kristi was the name of the barista that Rory had a crush on.  She worked at his favorite twenty-four-hour coffee shop and if she knew his name it was only because she had to write it on his coffee cup a half dozen times in a typical day.  

Opening his eyes, Rory saw that he was on the floor, except that it resembled the tabletops at the coffee shop and did not look at all like any surface in his apartment.  Towering over him was a screen easily four or five times his height attached to a keyboard and trackpad of similar dimensions.  Except for their size, they looked exactly like Rory’s laptop.

Giant hands reached down and closed the enormous laptop.  The lilac nail polish on the fingers matched the shade that Kristi was wearing yesterday.  Rory’s eyes traced the humongous arms lifting the laptop to the shoulders. He continued up until he could see Kristi’s gigantic face staring at him, green eyes wide in shock.  Unfortunately, the health codes required Kristi to keep her long brown hair in a hair net while she was at work, so Rory couldn’t get a good look at it from his new perspective.

“Rory?” Kristi asked hesitantly, her voice soft, barely a whisper, though to Rory it was as if she were shouting.  She looked to be in her early twenties, around the same age as Rory.  The small freckles that dotted her face now appeared to be as big as Rory’s tiny hands.

“Kristi?” Rory asked in response.  His mind told him there was no way that this was really happening.  Falling asleep while typing on his computer was plausible.  Suddenly being only a few inches tall for no apparent reason was not.  Rory’s heart told him that the girl of his dreams was now, comparably, a giantess and had finally noticed him, so he shouldn’t overthink things.

“How did this happen?” Kristi asked, holding the laptop to her chest.

“I don’t know,” Rory admitted.  “Can you help me?”

“What can I do?” Kristi wondered.

“Maybe you could bring me somewhere safer,” Rory suggested, standing up.  The table was empty now except for Rory himself and a paper cup with his name on it that stood about twice his height.

Kristi considered this.  “The kitchen should be quiet at night.  The pastry chefs usually go home when the bakery next door closes.”

“Why?” Rory asked, trying to remember what he knew about the bakery.  He passed it every day but had only been inside a couple of times.

“Decisions like that are above my pay grade,” Kristi admitted with a shrug.  “But I do know that the same man owns both businesses and we share the kitchen.”

“I guess that would work temporarily, but I can’t stay there,” Rory replied.

“My shift ends at four and no one should be there until morning.  I’ll go down and get you before I leave,” Kristi promised.

“Okay,” Rory agreed, walking towards Kristi.

Still holding Rory’s laptop with her left arm, Kristi released her grip on it with her right hand which she then lowered to hold her apron pocket open for Rory to climb into.

Reaching the edge of the table, Rory looked down into Kristi’s pocket.  It was empty.  Rory supposed that made sense since Kristi usually spent most of her shift behind the counter making coffee, only rarely coming out to clean tables.  The day shift included a waiter, but Kristi worked nights when fewer customers meant less staff to take care of them.

Rory lay down and carefully slid his legs out, over the edge, feeling around for Kristi’s apron pocket.  Once he was sure his legs were in her pocket, Rory slowly wriggled his way off the table, gripping the edge to lower himself down into it.  Never very athletic, Rory’s arms slipped off the table and he fell the rest of the way down.  

Looking up, Rory saw Kristi’s fingers release her pocket and pull away.  He realized that the pocket was deeper than he was tall and wondered how he was going to get out again.  Suddenly, the pocket Rory was in accelerated as Kristi started walking.  After the pocket rapidly moved what seemed like a long distance, but was probably much shorter in reality, it stopped. Rory could hear the sound of his computer being put on a shelf behind the counter.  

“I’m going downstairs to get a cake from the bakery leftovers,” Kristi announced as the pocket started moving again.

It occurred to Rory that was why the coffee shop usually had cake or pie at night, but rarely during the day, something he hadn’t really given any thought to before.  Based on the sounds he was hearing and what Kristi had told him, Rory deduced that she had gone through the door marked “employees only” and walked down a flight of stairs.

The pocket Rory was in briefly stopped moving, then it started to sway as it was lifted up then lowered gently until Rory felt it was on a solid surface.  Crawling his way out, Rory could see that the bottom half of Kristi’s full-length apron was laid on a counter with Kristi leaning forward, looking down at him.  

“I’ll check on you during my break,” Kristi promised.

“See you then,” Rory replied, stepping off Kristi’s apron.

Kristi stepped back, pulling the apron with her so that it dangled down from the strap around her neck.  She tied the lower strap again, securing it against her waist, then went to a refrigerator at the other end of the kitchen.

Rory looked around the kitchen.  The counter he was on was between two stoves and it looked like there was more counter space along the wall stretching towards where Kristi was.  Eight humongous ovens were lined up, across the room, on the opposite wall.  Above the ovens was a large clock showing that it was a quarter past nine.  It was going to be a long wait until four.

A little after midnight, Kristi came down holding a plate.  When she put it on the counter near him, Rory could see that the plate contained a tuna fish sandwich bigger than he was.  

“I figured that you might be hungry too and thought I would eat with you,” Kristi said as she broke off a corner of the sandwich and put it on the edge of her plate.  

“Thank you,” Rory replied as he walked to the plate.  The piece of sandwich Kristi had set aside for him was so big, he needed both hands to pick it up.

“It has occurred to me that I don’t really know anything about you except that you spend a lot of time typing on your laptop and drinking coffee,” Kristi commented as they ate.

“I am a computer programmer, and probably a workaholic,” Rory admitted with a chuckle.

“I’ve been working here since I was in high school,” Kristi replied.  

“I know.  You were on the afternoon shift when I was in college,” Rory commented.

“Aren’t we about the same age?” Kristi asked.

“Probably,” Rory agreed.  “I officially started college when I was fifteen, though I already had a bunch of credits from the college classes I took while I was still in high school.”

“So you’re some kind of genius,” Kristi replied.

“That’s a word I’ve heard used to describe me,” Rory acknowledged.  “Though, I’ve never really cared that much about what other people thought about me.”

“I never even went to college,” Kristi admitted.  “I didn’t have the money to pay for it and I wasn’t smart enough for a scholarship.”

“That’s okay,” Rory said, reassuringly.  “I won’t hold it against you.”

“Do you have your phone on you?  Would you be able to make a phone call?” Kristi asked.  

“My phone was in my pocket when I shrunk and it appears to still be working,” Rory replied, though he couldn’t think of a rational explanation as to how that could be.

“If you call the coffee shop and ask about the computer you left here, I’ll have an excuse to offer to bring it to you,” Kristi suggested.

“When should I try that?” Rory asked.

“Maybe three or three thirty,” Kristi replied. “It should be near the end of my shift.”

“Okay,” Rory agreed.

“I need to get back to work now.” Kristi put her cell phone on the counter before grabbing the now-empty plate. She explained, “I need an excuse to come back down after work.”

Rory sat on the counter watching the clock hands move closer to four o’clock.  Kristi’s plan for retrieving his computer from lost and found for him seemed to have worked and the hours of her shift had passed surprisingly quickly.  It seemed like whenever he checked the time, it was later than he felt it should be, but he did have his inexplicably working cell phone to use to entertain himself.

Looking away from the clock for a second, Rory heard the loud thumps of Kristi’s feet on the stairs.  Another glance at the clock showed it was now after four.  While he was certain there was something not quite right about the way time was flowing, Rory was glad that Kristi was returning and decided not to worry about it any further.

Kristi entered the gigantic kitchen and approached the counter where Rory was.  She was still wearing the hair net, but no longer had the apron on which revealed the low cut of her blouse.  “I’ve been giving some thought about how to carry you home.  I have to walk because the bus doesn’t start running again until six.  But first, I think I should make a confession - I’m a microphile.  That means…”

“I know what that means because I’m a macrophile,” Rory interrupted.  “And I should probably confess that I’ve had a crush on you for years.”  This unlikely coincidence definitely fell into the too-good-to-be-true category.  There had to be a catch, but Rory quickly decided that he didn’t care what it was.

“Then you’ll probably agree with my plan,” Kristi replied.  “I think the safest way to carry you is in my bra.”

“Yes, please,” Rory said without hesitation.

Kristi reached out to pick Rory up with fingers as long as he was tall.  The instant she touched him, Rory felt himself grow hard and realized that he was going to be very wet by the time they reached Kristi’s residence.

Making a quick decision, Rory started to unfasten his pants.  “Maybe you could carry these in your pocket.  I don’t know where to get more clothes in my size.”

“I can do that,” Kristi agreed, looking pleased.  She withdrew her hand while waiting for Rory to finish undressing and used it to pick up her phone and put it in her pocket.

As Rory pulled down his pants and underwear, it exposed his erection which made him feel nervous and vulnerable, but that only excited him more.  After removing his shirt as well, Rory stood there fully naked, waiting for Kristi to pick him up.

With a mischievous grin, Kristi extended her index finger towards Rory, touched his penis with her fingertip, and started to move it around as if it were a joystick.  Expecting the finger to feel smooth, Rory realized that his small size made the ridges on it large enough to be noticeable.

Rory attempted to place his hands on either side of Kristi’s finger, but the erratic movements of her finger shook off his effort without even trying.  The demonstration that Kristi could do anything she wanted to his tiny little body was as stimulating as the physical contact.  It wasn’t long before Rory started to issue tiny droplets of cum onto Kristi’s gigantic finger.

Kristi giggled and licked the cum off her finger.  Then she gathered Rory’s clothing and put it in the pocket not containing her cell phone.  Finally, she picked up Rory and deposited him in her bra.  

It was a strapless tube top bra held in place by elastic fabric at the top and bottom of the bra that encircled Kristi’s body above and below her breasts.  Rory found himself with Kristi’s breasts on either side of him, both about twice as tall as he was.  He was standing on a stretch of fabric that curved out and upwards from the bottom elastic, leaving Rory space to move around.  

Rory could feel motion as Kristi walked up the stairs and it caused him to lose his balance, falling against the soft, unyielding flesh of her breast.  Kristi said “Found it,” “Thanks,” and “Good night,” to some unseen person, then left the coffee shop.

While Kristi walked home along the street, she told Rory more about herself.  There was enough background noise that Rory couldn’t hear every detail, but he learned that Kristi had grown up in a series of foster homes.  As he was jostled around by Kristi’s movements and listened to her talk, Rory reached out his arms to steady himself and, almost unconsciously, found himself stroking the sides of her breasts.  

Once Rory had another erection, he started rubbing it against one of Kristi’s breasts.  This made it even harder to follow what Kristi was saying, but that soon became a moot point as Kristi felt his attention and stopped talking.  Shortly after that, Kristi stopped moving and Rory saw a bright light.

Looking up, Rory realized that Kristi had paused under a street light and was using one hand to hold her bra open while she peered down at him.  With her other hand, she reached into her bra and started stroking Rory’s back with her index finger.  Kristi was much stronger than Rory so, when she stroked harder and faster, the flesh of her breast gave way.  Rory was surrounded on all sides by Kristi’s breast, except for his back where Kristi’s finger was jiggling him up and down.  Rory came again, making a wet and slippery spot on Krisit’s breast that was too tiny to have any effect.  

“I’m really horny now,” Kristi complained, as she released Rory from her finger.  “I’d better get you home so that you can do something about that.”  Letting go of her bra, Kristi resumed walking.

Kristi was moving faster than before and Rory bounced around inside her bra, between her breasts.  He started getting hard again, but Kristi had said it was her turn, so he made the effort to control himself.

After a while, Kristi’s movement became more irregular and Rory could hear the sounds of first a door, then an elevator.  The street noises became muffled as they entered the building.  After leaving the elevator, Rory heard two more doors then Kristi reached into her bra, lifted Rory out and put him on her nightstand.  Kristi’s bedroom looked huge from Rory’s perspective, but he realized that it was actually very small, with hardly any room between the furniture for a full-sized person, like Kristi, to move around.  Quickly undressing, Kristi threw her clothes on the floor and grabbed a scarf from her closet.

“What’s that for?” Rory asked, hesitantly.

“If I start screaming, I’ll wake my roommates,” Kristi replied as she sat down on her bed with her legs open wide and her long brown hair cascading freely down her back.

Scooping Rory off the nightstand, Kristi placed him in front of her gigantic pussy.  “Play with my clit,” she ordered before putting the scarf in her mouth and tying it around the back of her head as a makeshift gag.

Rory obeyed, reaching out to pull open Kristi’s labia lips, then holding them open with his forearms while he reached inside to start rubbing her clitoris with his hands.  Leaning forward, Rory saw Kristi’s juices drip onto the bed before he started licking her clitoris with his tongue.  

Kristi made noises that were muffled by her scarf.  Then she reached down and opened her vagina with one hand and used her other hand to stuff Rory’s legs inside her.  Kristi then pulled Rory’s arms above his head and used them as a handle to push him in and pull him out with increasing frequency, using him as a human dildo.

Being rubbed against the walls of Kristi’s vagina caused Rory’s penis to immediately start spurting out cum after being hard for so long.

As he felt Kristi’s vagina start to give his lower body quick hugs, Rory thought, “The only way this could be better is if I was fully inside Kristi.”

Suddenly, Rory started shrinking again.  Caught off guard, Kristi lost her grip on his arms as they became even smaller and were pulled inside her vagina where Rory’s torso already was.

A small part of Rory’s mind registered this as highly suspicious, but he ignored it and started to get hard again.

Marvin looked away from the screen with the video display.  While he enjoyed fucking a woman’s vagina the same as the next guy, he found the thought of being inserted, head to toe, in one disgusting.  A glance at the screen describing the subject’s surface thoughts indicated that Rory Thomas did not agree with him.  Mr. Thomas was ecstatic.

Joshua Moore entered the room.  “Any progress?”  He looked through the one-way glass at the man fully encased in a VR suit.  The body was contorted in an effort to emulate the image displayed on the video screen.

“Not yet,” Marvin replied.

Peering at the screen showing a man surrounded by pulsing, wet flesh, Mr. Moore asked, “Where is he?”

“Harriet created a program based on the dream that Mr. Thomas was having when he was hooked up to the machine,” Marvin explained.  “He was about three inches tall before he shrunk further and is now inside the vagina of a woman named Kristi.  You might want to check into the real Kristi who is a barista at Javarella.  While she probably doesn’t know anything useful, she seems to be important to Mr. Thomas.”

Mr. Moore nodded.  “That could prove helpful if Harriet’s program fails.”