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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then everything stopped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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