Gotcha!

It felt like being punched by a child. It was just too high up his back. Then he felt his hair getting wet. Paint. He felt with his hand. Blue paint. Bull...!

Well at least he was hit from behind which would not counted as a full kill. They played on their own rules and they knew that it was much easier to hit someone from behind. He turned around. Joey was waving friendly. Well. Allright. Greg was a fair player and gave a grin. Relaxed he walked over to a patch of moss and laid down on it's edge. Joey disappeared quickly in the wilderness. Greg enjoyed the view of the blue sky between the high blades of grass.

Down here, next to the patch of moss the temperature was comfortable. High above the grass the air reached about 98°F. The stones were much hotter.  Almost no one played Gotcha when it got that warm. Scuba Glasses, backpack, uniform, scarf, gloves - who would wear that in the summer heat? Well they did, but just because down here it was not warmer than 50°F. Comfortable. And it was that cheap. They had just flipped the switch in Harvey's adventure Jeep and...

Everything was exactly planned. They wanted to have a completely unexplored area for their game. They always choose a different one. That meant to search for a house or a mansion with a nice backyard and it's owning family on vacation. Then they would spent the weekend there. They didn't feel guilty about it. After all no one would notice and they didn't do any damage. They didn't steal anything and they even kept away from cherries or strawberries growing in the yard.

But the ugly blue, red and yellow splotches of gotcha paint? Or the whole lawn trampled beneath their army boots?

Nonsense - They were walking around every single blade of grass. Because - of  course - they played their Gotcha after shrinking down to microscopic size. That was the switch in Harvey's Jeep. They shrunk themselves with the Jeep in front of the house and drove right into the backyard. An almost unlimited area for their game. At 1/16 of an inch a pool was a whole ocean to them and they could get lost even in a small yard. But they were careful. Everyone had a walkie-talkie and spare batteries. Signal rockets and a torch. No one would get lost by accident.

Greg could enjoy the rest of this round. There would be at least four other rounds with different teams. And then they would  put up the tents

Two rounds later they started one without teams because Harvey was going to put some food on the bbq and fixing everything for dinner. The first ten minutes were used to spread out. Some of them used to hide while others preferred to search them by finding their footprints or other hints. It was about five minutes after the game was opened when they felt the earthquake.

All of them, wherever they were froze immediately. The tremor they felt wasn't a natural earthquake. Then everything happened very fast. The quake repeated in a very quick rhythm and they realised that they felt footsteps. Scanning the sky above the high blades of gras they saw what should never have happened. The garden wasn't left all alone over the weekend.

They all knew how small they had shrunk themselves but the size difference was too large for them to realise that whom they saw coming across the lawn where just two beautiful girls in their early twenties.

They stood in awe at their huge size. But in only lasted a short moment because all of them where man enough to realise the magnificent beauty of these two bikini clad women. It froze them even more to the spot. Within moments the unforgettable size of these heavenly huge breasts was checked and in a swift motion their eyes focused again where their beautifully tanned legs met and stretching bikini bottom modelled the shape of a nice valley built by some soft lips.

Then the ground vibrated too strong under each advancing step and they were forced to grab something to hold on as well as realise the danger they were in. Very few of the team were attracted to feet but it didn't matter because now all of them had a strong interest in watching their feet. At first a blue flip-flop sandal rose over the horizon of grass. Then their eyes were drawn to the left where a hiheeled wooden mule rose into the sky. The barefoot in it was held by three clear plastic straps that were attached to the thick wooden sole by huge silvery nails.

Then they were too busy to see anything. The next impact of whatever foot with whatever footwear beneath was powerful enough to tear all of them from whatever hold they had trusted in. The tremors caused by the mighty forces delivered to the ground made them roll and tumble around uncontrollably.

Deafening thunder surrounded them. Suddenly there was a huge wooden tower where the camp had been just one moment ago. Darkness spread but only for a moment. A gust of wind, strong like a tornado even tore broken grass limbs with it.

The sun reappeared and the giant tower disappeared causing another tornado.

But the tremors didn't grow weak - they just stopped. At least for a moment. Then some softer tremors followed until it was quiet again.

Greg was spitting dirt as he rose. But he dropped quickly because he was not on the ground like expected but somewhere up on a leaf of grass. And it looked like fifty feet high to him. Carefully he robbed towards the edge to take a look at the ground. The grass swayed softly but not from his weight but from the usual soft wind. Greg wanted to know where he was. He could have been blown far away from the camp.

He sighed with relief as he saw the red circle, their starting mark beneath him. So he was right were he wanted to be only a little to high above the ground. He couldn't see the camp from here so he moved to the other edge.

The sight was a little bit different than what he had expected.  The whole area was covered by a slightly rounded rectangle. outside of the rectangle the ground had changed its colour from dark brown to sand colour and it was covered with small cracks. The edges of the rectangle were marked by twelve foot high walls and its inside was covered with a pattern of diamonds. At first he could make out where the car with the lifesaving sizechanging machine had been. The area was now a shiny surface with some traces of green and some traces of silver on it. Next to it were two spots. One almost black and one brownish with some traces of rainbow colours on its oily surface. The car was pressed totally flat. Compacted into some kind of tin foil with a diamond pattern stamped into it.

The three tents were hardly visible. The tiny dollops of things kept inside made it possible to guess.  And Harvey was there. He was now a slightly reddish spot  halfway between the tents and the jeep. The shiny dollop of bbq-metal was reddened with blood.

A few years ago Harvey's macho comments on a girl had been answered by her stepping with her hiheel right on his toes.  Now the thing had repeated without a bad comment from Harvey. It didn't matter now.

"Report everybody, this is Tom" cracked the walkietalkie. "I think we should meet by the jeep to re enlarge quickly before some accident will happen. Out!"

Greg sighed. Other reports came in. "Hank reporting. Roger. Coming back." "Al's here.  I'm fine just trying to find the proper direction." "Bill speaking, I hear a walkie somewhere around me. I'm going to find out." "Jesse reporting. On my way."

Then it got silent. Joey, Georg, Whumpy, David... they didn't report. And Harvey. Greg sighed.

"Greg reporting. The accident already did happen."

A long moment of silence. "Tom for Greg. Where can I find you? Will we have to carry you back?"

"No. I'm at the camp."

The moment of silence was even longer. Then broken by a shaken voice.

"It's Whumpy. I found him. And he's like torn into pieces across some grass trunks."

Greg took some long moments to think.

 "Greg again. Billy, return here immediately and leave Whumpy there. I am right above the camp. We lost Harvey. And we lost the jeep along with everything else."

Greg could already see Tom returning. He was carrying an unconscious David. When Tom reached the edge of the imprint he stopped. Carefully he dropped David and just squatted in front of the huge hole.

"Tom. I am up here!" Tom looked up slowly.

"Need help coming down?"

"What could you do? I'll try to slide down."

With that Greg turned away and walked carefully across the blade of grass until it got to steep to walk then he sat down and slid on his butt towards the mighty trunk. He hit it with an unpleasant speed but was unharmed. From there he could climb down using some edges and cuts on the trunk.

David was standing beneath the trunk when he got down. He seemed OK but his forehead was all blue. He was just about to say something but another voice drowned out every other noise.

"AAAHHH!" thundered a female voice, "I am glad you got the key from your uncle. The lawn is so much cooler than your roof garden."

"Yeah," rose another form of thunder, "and we may even open the pool to cool off later."

For the first time they scanned the horizon. They saw a knee rising high above the grass and on that knee rested a barefoot with a blue flip-flop sandal dangling from its big toe. David started shaking wildly with his teeth chatting in fear. Everyone turned to him when he sank down on his knees.

"David, David, what is it?" they asked and shook him. It took some time until they got their answer.

"I was beneath that blue thing!" he said.

And then he told them what happened.

"I was out there stalking sneaking around Georg. And I thought it was just a real earthquake that only felt this mighty because we are shrunk. So I paid no attention and neither did Georg. And then it got too heavy to keep standing and the next moment the sky turned dark blue then completely black. The sound was terribly. Deafening. My ears are still ringing. I woke up when the walkie was coming on. And I found myself laying next to the mangled trunk of a gras plant. It took the weight and saved me. But George - it's only a bloody pulp left of him."

No one could say anything. Their funny game had suddenly turned into a deadly experience. They felt like kids who played with daddies car...

Billy reached them. They heard his panting before he appeared behind a trunk. All eyes looked at him, wanting to know what happened to whumpy.

Billy looked around and realised he had no choice but tell them.

"Whumpy and me - we completely surprised each other. Because we both ran backwards at the time we thumped into each other.  We both turned around and - splotch! We were both hit and sat down laughing. But just until the ground heaved. We looked around and we saw her. It was like being frozen. We stared at her but we couldn't move. We kept sitting and staring until her wooden mules appeared above us. We jumped up to run away but weren't even able to bring our legs into the right position before her foot trod down Everything got dark and we heard thunder from the impact of her heel. Our sky was the brown tread of her sole and it touched down with even more thunder. Like a canopy the tip of the wooden platform was bend up above our helpless bodies. But as we realised it we knew that the curve of her sole would roll over us with her next step. And we realised that we had lost contact with the ground. Taking the weight of this mighty women the ground and been forced downward leaving us hanging in the air. And the air was what saved me. A tornado of displaced air from beneath her shoe hit us and blew us towards safety. I was tumbling around and one moment I saw the tread of her sole crushing the ground like a tank-track racing towards us then I saw the giant toes hanging over the upper edge of the sole and pressing down. I heard the ground being crushed and grass being torn and mangled and then there was one last crescendo of noise and another hurricane as the shoe was lifted into the sky. One last thunderclap of a mule slapping against a bare heel and then it was over. I had been spared. But look at my clothes and my skin.

Then I tried to find Whumpy. It took some time. He had bad luck. It's true. His fat killed him. He was just a bit too heavy to be blown out from beneath her sole. I found his remains on the edge of the footprint. The very tip of the shoe got him or else I wouldn't have found anything."

Billy had nothing more to say. He looked around maybe realising for the first time that the jeep was gone.

Greg was starting to think practical. "Guys. We have a problem. We have no means to grow ourselves back. The Jeep is gone and you all know there's no backup. So we must find a way to a portasizer. I don't think any portasizer is in our range. So I can't think of anything else but to contact some human. Right?"

They nodded quietly. It was the truth.

"So we have to face it. In the evening hours we will be endangered by birds. The night will bring many insects and possibly mice or rats. I don't think we will survive one night out here. This means that the only humans in our range are these two girls. We have to accept the fact that they are our only chance of survival even if they already killed three of us."

David sat down and hid his face beneath his shirt. His shivering showed everyone that he was desperately trying to hide his tears.

"We will have a long way. We must be careful. Everyone should load the insecticide ammo. And I want you to think about something. These girl's have brutally killed our friends. But from their perspective they did nothing but walk across their uncle's lawn. So don't confront them with it. They might fear some investigation by the police and could easily decide to let us disappear in any way. We cannot let that happen."

With that he took his things and for one last time he looked at the heel imprint that was Harvey's grave. Then he turned around and walked towards the blue flip-flop in the sky above the lawn.

They walked under the huge blades of grass. Sometimes they had to walk around a pad of moss that looked like a dense jungle to them. They had prepared to meet insects and developed some special gotcha-ammo with insecticide instead of paint. It worked quite well. They had defeated ants and even wasps with it. Slowly they neared the blue flip-flop in the sky. Four knees rose like mountains on the horizon. 

Lucy and Jasmine

"Hey, Lucy!" the thunder rose painful in their ears. "No one's hear, no one can watch us. I don't have a thing for tan lines. Let's take it off."

And with that the mighty bodies started to move. The flip-flop disappeared and they felt the tremors of their movements.  Loud noises told them that small textiles got removed. Finally a blue shadow flew right over them an crashed down about four hundred yards behind them. An interesting aroma told them what part of a bikini had landed there.

As the knee mountains rose higher and higher during the next thirty minutes the girls body rose like a skyline above the grass. Long stares lingered at the mighty breasts until the crotch area came into view and looked like an alien mountainrange covered with a strange kind of wood.

Billy made the last of the group.  He was lost in thoughts.  He didn't know any other possibility than to make contact with the girls. But he knew quite well what it would mean to move near two bodies of such an unthinkably majestic size. To him it was clear that a single falling hair would knock to the ground like a treetrunk. And he saw no signs of Greg taking precautions. Billy might have tried to find some cracks in the ground that could provide cover at least for the last five minutes. Greg didn't. Billy felt his fear like a heavy stone in his stomach. Every second, he knew, a heedless and lazy movement could end their live. All it would take to wipe them out was the giantess next to them deciding to spread her legs and lower her right knee, the one next to them, to the ground.

But nothing like this happened. They could hear the quiet breathing of both giant girls and finally arrived in an area where the blades of grass were laying criss cross in a chaos. Some blades mangled some torn or broken. It got difficult to move on.

"She must have stepped here flattening the grass. So we finally get near her", Greg announced.

Billy's fear made him puke but as he was the last and everyone was so exited about the view in front of them they didn't notice.

Then eventually they stood in front of a mighty blue wall. The texture of the material looked really alien. "It's the edge of her flip-flop sandal", Greg said unnecessarily. Above them her pinky toe rested near the edge of the footwear.

Everyone looked at the blue material. They were fascinated by its appearance though they knew that it was some foamed rubber. Billy was the only one who looked at the ground and saw that the giant thing had sunk into the ground causing earth to mushroom out from under it. It wasn't clear but Billy guessed that it had sunk up to four foot into the ground where they were standing now. So Billy realised that the mighty sandal in front of them was under pressure. A part of the giantess' body's mass was resting on it and any part was more than they could handle. Looking along the blue wall towards the tip of the flip-flop he saw in a distance were the sole rose from the ground. Obviously this happened were the toes ended and the material was bent upwards by the resistance of the ground below. What he saw made him shiver. He new flip-flops and he new that all of them had a smooth sole. But some of them had a tread below the tip and  below the heel. This was one of these. What frightened Billy was the size of that the tread appeared now. The sawtooth like tread was seven feet high and had left it's mighty imprint on the ground which told a story about the force that had worked there.

Looking up Billy saw the wall reach a height of about 70 feet. That was like a 6 storey house... Billy had to puke again.

Greg however didn't think about anything. Instead he walked up to the sole and started climbing. The foam bubbles had just the right size to be handholds. The others stepped back the farther he got up. He made a quick progress but took a break after each fifteen feet. Sometimes there were areas where the knife that had cut the foam had left a smooth and hardened surface so he had to get around it.

He was just about fifty feet high when Billy's visions got reality.  A sigh thundered through the air and the flip-flop was suddenly rocked up and down and finally dragged backward. Already with the first violent movement Greg hat lost his hold. Then the moving wall hit him and catapulted the helplessly squealing guy over the heads of his friends. High above them Billy saw a unholy huge barefoot being removed from the flip-flop. It hovered in the air threatening to come down on us but was then moved backward and finally landed with the toes near the heel part of the flip-flop.

BOOOM! The guys who had followed Greg's flight lost sight of him because they and everyone else was getting thrown about like dice dancing on a table.

"Whoa! That's better than the rollercoaster in Disneyland", Tom laughed as he got up. Still anyone but Billy seemed to notice the life threatening danger. All he could think of was the sound of plants breaking beneath the landing barefoot.

Some cursing told them about the position of Greg. After a few moments of more cursing he appeared between some mangled grass leaves. His lip was swollen and he was rubbing his fingers but otherwise he was unhurt.

"Damn!", he shouted," let's go over there and tell her something about doing these jokes to me. At least I don't have to climb now."

With that he ran towards the mighty toes that now rose about a hundred feet behind the heel end of the flip-flop. It was a distance of 1400 feet so Greg soon fell to a jog. But he was obviously trying to get there first. Billy knew he felt like a clown after falling from the edge of a simple flip-flop sandal and hurting himself. When Greg got in the vicinity of the toes he had to fight his way through a crowd of fallen blades of grass that had just been flattened by the mighty foot. So the others got nearer and nearer. Finally Greg reached the area where the side of the pinky toe touched the ground. The others were still about one hundred feet away from him. He looked back at them. He was visibly angry. When the others started to climb through the chaos of flattened grass they suddenly saw him turn around. With a cry of deepest anger he ran towards the toe and kicked it with all his might.

Billy couldn't believe it. Greg himself had warned them to get angry against the girls. Now he was. And he had to pay for it.

Maybe it was another casual movement. Maybe he had done the impossible by hitting a nerve through the hard skin to be felt. However the huge toe that towered about one hundred feet into the air suddenly moved. It stretched and rose from the ground. In the process Greg was hit squarely by the mighty wall of skin and tons of flesh behind it. They heard a crack  from his body and Greg fell down. And as his cry of pain erupted from his mouth it was cut short by the relaxing toe which came to rest on top of him. A horrible noise of Greg's body being squelched could be heard before another loud boom signalled that the mighty toe had come to rest.

Billy was the only one who was prepared for the earthquake and because it was much lighter than the quake caused by the whole foot he could remain standing. So Billy saw Greg's head mostly intact but wedged into a groove of the toeprint. It was surrounded by a pulp of Greg's body with small bit's of broken bones sticking out. One moment later a horrible noise started and Billy watched the foot sliding forward without raising. Greg's had was dragged with it for about fifty feet then it somehow became loose and at the same moment his skull was squashed and ground into nothing beneath the still moving foot. After another fifty feet of painfully noisy movement all toes rose high into the air and actually grabbed the edge of the flip-flop's heel. Billy saw mighty muscles doing their work which he knew was nothing but a lazy girl's play. But to him they did an impossible task as they made the tip of the flip-flop raise some two hundred, five hundred and finally eight hundred feet into the air before a strange noise told him that the toes slipped from the flip-flop. He watched the mighty sole fall down and was actually surprised and terribly shocked by the resulting thunderclap. Of course he was neither prepared for the earthquake and fell to the ground.

So it looked as if Billy had fallen like everyone else as he got up. They looked at each other, then for Greg. Nothing was left of him. But instead of realising that he had been crushed the others  believed that he had been flung far away like before. Only Billy knew better but he didn't talk about it. To him it had been wondrous enough that the giantess didn't repeat this humiliating display of her toes' power.

"It won't work this way", David realised. "She must see us. Let's part into two groups. Each group will try to contact one of the girls."

"all right", Billy answered and sensing his chance to get away from the dangerous vicinity of this foot with its flip-flop he tried to make it short. "Hank, Al! You come with me. David, you other's might want to wait for Greg but I suggest you start to make some progress instead!"

Maybe they weren't used to Billy commanding but no one said a word. Instead Al and Hank followed Billy into the grass forest. After one minute they couldn't see what the other group was doing. But the blue arch of the flip-flops thong was still visible. Billy lead them around the sandal in what he thought to be a safe distance. But the distance of 300 feet he kept from the tip of the flip-flop was merely the length of a big toe...

As they were walking Billy had again time for some thoughts.  Greg's death had been an unmistakable demonstration. There were just two girls laying in the garden to get a nice tan. Two girls, young, beautiful, maybe about 110 lbs or a little more. But they were small. Really small. He understood why ants needed six legs and he got an impression of the bravery it took for ants to run under a garden table with humans sitting around it. But of course he realised ants were paying a terribly high price. How many millions of them had been unnoticedly squashed underfoot. And their small tribe of antman had already paid with four of their kind.

Billy's fear got stronger. He was glad the others stayed behind him so he could hide it.  It took a few more minutes until they left the other flip-flop sandal behind them. Now a light brown shape rose out of the grass the nearer they got. Billy realised what it was. They neared a highheeled wooden mule that was now laying on its side in the grass showing them the sole.

A thousand feet to their right the tip of the thin wooden heel loomed above the grass. Billy new it. This heel had flattened Harvey. It had destroyed their Jeep and maybe their only way to return to their normal lifes. But he had walk towards it. Towards and past it because behind this heel he could see another giant foot rise into the sky. The darker tan revealed that they had reached the foot of the other girl.

Billy turned to the side and walked towards the foot. But after a few seconds he realised another danger. When the giant girl should decide to slip her feet into her mules she would first flip it into an upright position. And that meant they would suddenly find themselves beneath countless tons of wood and one microsecond later they wouldn't ever find anything of themselves again.

No one commented Billy's sudden turn. He was walking faster now. After some long minutes they had passed the dangerous shoe. Now the giant foot was in front of them. At this point Billy suddenly stopped. He stood like frozen. "Hey, Billy? What are you doing? We don't have all day, we must be found!", Hank yelled and Al pushed him forward.

Now Billy ran forward like mad. He worked like mad through the flattened grass near the huge toes but instead of stopping there he ran along the side of that giant foot. He ran for almost 1200 feet until he stopped. Breathless Hank and Al stumbled towards  him. Billy was looking into the sky.

"Jasmine", he said and sat down. Hank and Al weren't that stupid. They realised that Bill had recognised the giant girl. Of course they couldn't explain why. They gave him a few seconds before Hank gently pulled him up. The effect was like lighting the fuse on a bomb. Bill jumped up and simply tore Al and Hank with him.

"Come on. We have to get away from her foot or her slightest movement will squash us!"

Hank and Al stumbled across the giant blades of grass. Then finally they broke through the barricades of  bent and cracked gras. Running on naked earth between the gras Al finally managed to get next to Bill and ask him "Where are you running? What are you doing? We wanted to get noticed so we should've tried to touch her toes or something, right?"

"Wrong! Totally wrong!" he got his answer. "What do you think happened to Greg? Flung away some hundred yards? No! I saw it while all of you stupid fell down. She got him. She got him with her pinky toe and squished him flat. You all saw her toe after that? There was nothing left!"

"But Bill, what are we going to do?"

"It's simple. She must see us. We must climb her and maybe if we get past her navel she can see us."

"But Billy, we are not climbing her! We are running away from her!"

"Al! We're not! Look forward. We are running towards her crotch!"

"Billy, are you mad? Her crotch! We can't think about voyeurism right now!"

Billy stopped in his tracks. With a stern look he fixed Al.

"Al. I am not going on a funride in Jasmine's privates! I would never do something like that to her. But right now our live depends on it to get unharmed onto her body. One move of her hand, some playful patting from her girlfriend over there would be our end as some tiny red splotches. But I hope these two are not together in some lesbian way so they will never touch their privates in front of the other. That's our insurance."

Seeing all this the three made quick progress towards their target. It was a hot day above the grass and so they soon found out that Bill knew where he had to go. A heavy odour filled the air. Sometimes a gust of wind blew it away and made it easier. But seconds later the scent of pussy surrounded them again. The warm weather made her sweat slightly and the boys were only a thumblength from that huge womanhood.

Hank muttered, "There are only two things in the world that smell like fish. One of them is - Ouch! Hmpf... Bwlly, are you just going mad? Look at my nose - ahhhrg.!"

"One more comment about Jasmine and I will personally see that you will find your doom beneath the most beautiful behind in the world!"

Al looked a little puzzled. Bill - the asexual. And suddenly all of this changed and he defended this murderous giantess like the lady of his heart. Jasmine - he knew her name. He knew her. Was there some secret story visible between the lines?

Then another barricade of bent and broken grassleaves was in front of them. But they were lucky - the grass had not been forced down in the same brutal way like beneath her feet. They got easily through and finally stood in front of an impossible mountain of womanhood.  High above them two monstrous pussylips, each of them a long stretched mountainrange of its own, were showing a luscious pink colour. Pheromones that were hidden within the mighty pussy-odour had their effect and all of them had to make some secret moves to sort the panic in their pants.

To each side of the puss-valley a small strip of skin covered her outer pussylips and next to it a dark forest of pussyhair rose.  There wasn't much hair end right next to it her mighty thighs rose into the sky. Now it was obvious that these were unclimbable.

"Come on!" Bill commanded. He stepped forward and grabbed a rope like hair. Near the ground her crotch was a steep wall. It was hard work to climb up hair after hair. Then the ground - or skin was more like a steep slope than a wall and they carefully walked higher and higher. As they reached the area where her inner lips broke through the mighty walls of her outer lips the hair got more dense despite being short trimmed. They had to find their way near the edge of that most unusual forest which turned out to be her right outer pussylip. The all female aroma was a torture to them. They fought against their senses. All of them had to adjust their pants and as Hank stumbled and fell he just couldn't get up immediately but had to stroke across what he knew to be the most holy skin in the world.

When they finally reached the height of her clit, which was luckily hidden beyond the huge folds and clefts of her soft inner lips the wind was on their side. Though being still much stronger than back down between the grass the odour got more and more thinned. Finally they reached the upper end of her slit. The hair forest forced them on a route right across the middle of her pubic bone because here was running a parting in her pubic hair.

The stirr of the titanic female body beneath them came without any vocal announcement from the giantess. Bill saw the mighty muscles in her thighs starting to work and frightfully clung to a hair waiting for the things that would come. The muscles in her thighs bulged and deformed the skin of her crotch. Wet noises answered from below and while Al was violently knocked down by some bending hair Hank couldn't grab any hold. Then the mighty thighs did their work and lifted this gigantic ass from the ground to allow its owner some adjustment for her comfort. Like a gondola in some weird amusement-park's newest attraction the ass hips and crotch beneath them moved up then left then right and finally crashed back down with deafening thunder.

The lazy movement of the giantess were violent jolts to Hank. He slipped, tumbled and finally rolled down the slope. Instead of  saving him the tangle of two hairs broke his arms with an ugly noise as he hit them. Then there was only smooth skin and a free fall for him. A last hopeless yell echoed through the cunt-canyon before he hit the pink pussyflesh right next to her clit.

Then the thigh muscles relaxed and the whole crotch got more space between the legs. The pussylips that surrounded Hank shifted unfolded and ground against each other and with a wet crunch Hanks body was easily and unstoppably ground to mush.

After the sexual stimulation by the giantess' heavy pheromone attacks they had walked like on pink clouds. Now reality was back. Al was sobbing. Billy forced himself to look away as some final relaxation of this murderous pussy made a ten feet high fountain of bloody gore squirt up.

Wordless they moved on. Two minutes later the Pussycanyon with it's steep walls lay behind them and they made their way in safety between the upper streak of pubic hair. Two minutes too late for Hank.

Then finally they reached the free area between pubic hair and her navel. "Let's get there and take cover in her navel to think how we go on" Billy suggested.

At first they jogged to get across the tan plain. But then they felt more and more like some hunted deer out in the open. They ran for their lives with fear in their faces until they finally dropped into the protection of her navel.

The navel was a huge hall to them. It was the size of a tennis court but instead of the green a shallow lake of sweat was on the ground.

After looking around and getting some breath Bill looked at Al.

"I don't think this is far enough. Look how far her eyes are. Look how small we are in her navel. We have to go on. Maybe we should climb one of her breasts."

"That far? In the open? No way, Billy. I won't. You may go alone but I will stay here. This is murderous. If she moved, if she scratched or whatever we would be gone!"

Al's face told everything. Bill sighed. He had made his decision. He climbed the steep wall of the navel and jogged away.

It was a long way. Her breath was moving the skin and Bill was constantly forced to fight for his balance. The mountains of her nude breasts loomed above him in the distance. The way was very long and to the heat of the sun came the heat of her body. Jasmine's body. How he had longed for it back then.

And how he still longed for it in every lonely hour. What had he done to loose her? Nothing - her mother had done all this. They had met somewhere in the mall. What a lucky day this had been. They had met four times. Then her parent's found out. They didn't talk to her about it. They didn't arrest her. They did the most unusual thing - they moved to another city. Jasmine had written some letters. He had written many more - but only two got through because she had cut school and waited for the postman...

That had been three years ago. And now she was back. And she was still wearing that anklet. He gave it to her because she could easily hide it beneath socks or slags. A ring would have been more appropriate but also much too dangerous. And she was still wearing it.

Billy stopped. While thinking he had just marched forward. Now he stood right in front of her left breast. It was a huge breast. It was huge to him three years ago. It was huge to him now. It ballooned out and he already stood in the shadow beneath a giant canopy. The mountain looked like much more than 300 feet high and he could only see the lower 100 feet of the overhanging wall of flesh. In front of him each breath caused the breast to rise and fall which made the cleft between her breast and her body open and close. He couldn't even dream of the impossible weight that rested there. If he was caught beneath her tit he was mush. Much more mush than Hank.

He shook of his trance and worship for her mountain of a boob. Turning left he knew that he had to climb up her cleavage. Then he would walk back and climb her nipple. And then...

Because Jasmine was laying flat on her back there was no real cleavage. But if she decided to raise her shoulders it would be life threatening dangerous between these mighty tits. Bill couldn't find any other way. He sprinted up her sternal bone.

Thinking of the word bone he touched his crotch. The sight was overwhelming. He had never seen her like this before. They had taken it very slow - they both knew how tender their young love had been. And now he was just running between her huge uncovered tits.

Then finally Bill stood before the last bit of breast-slope. He would climb her tit from here. But first he knelt down and tenderly kissed the breastflesh.

"Jasmine, forgive me. I see no other way to save my life." Then he started.

from here he could almost run up the breast. Her constant breathing didn't allow that however. Now he also felt the breast heave from her heartbeat. Maybe her right breast would have been an easier choice. But now he reached her aureola. The dark skin was very tender but also very bumpy. When he reached her nipple he found it halfway erected to about 70 feet high above her aureola. The skin of her nipple was full of small canyons that were kind of slippery.  He learned to be more careful when he lost his grip some fifteen feet above the ground. He thankfully kissed her soft aureole as it saved his life with it's softness.

Then finally he grabbed a hold in the small opening of a milk duct on top of her nipple. He had made it.

He had made it. He was up on her nipple.

But - what now?

He turned towards her face. A huge mountain of a face. And he froze in terror.

Those two green eyes were fixed on him. He wanted to scream in terror, he wanted to look out to try to dodge that huge hand coming to crush the gnat on Jasmine's nipple. He wanted to shrink and hide in the milk ducts. But he did - nothing.

He was frozen in fear - which was some kind of lucky because now a violent breathe followed by a surprised  gasp was Jasmine's reaction. And his fingers had fearfully dug into her nipple or else the violent move would have shaken him down. The idea of a 200 foot drop from the edge of her ballooning tit made his grip iron hard with his knuckles turning white.

Because the beautiful green eyes widened and the killing hand didn't appear Bill suddenly found himself waving a hand at this huge face.

He read in her face that she recognised him. But he also read in his mind that this was just impossible with his insignificant size. But there was a smile on her lips. And carefully her head rose to give her a better view.

At once he needed both hands again to cling to her nipple. But rescue was on the way. Suddenly a huge red fingernail bumped into the nipple from behind. The impact was too much for him. It was pure luck that he fell back and dropped some ten feet down onto the shiny red surface. He could feel that she successfully suppressed a gasp of terror but her heartbeat was now like cannonthunder. Quickly he found some rough places on the edge of her fingernail that allowed him to cling onto it. Then his journey began. He rose into terrifying heights and flew towards her eyes...

Three minutes later he didn't know how he had survived without falling to his death. She had looked at him with a silent look going across her face. Maybe there was some silent look on his face too, but it was well hidden behind the grimace of fear.

She had watched him clinging to her nail. At least it gave him time to come to his senses. And then she acted as if she had always been prepared for this. He heard some noise while her free hand was working behind her head. And suddenly it appeared with a small blue box. He shuddered at the display of power as her thumb pried the top off the box. Now he could see that it was a box for earrings. All walls were covered with soft velvet. Slowly, ever slowly she lowered her fingernail onto the velvet. Then he jumped off. Saved!

As he was saved he found time to think of Al. He was still waiting in her navel. At that moment Jasmine suddenly moved and got up into a sitting position. He tumbled across the velvet.

"Noooooooo......" he shouted helplessly and already to late. Surrounded by velvet-walls he couldn't see anything but he knew that sitting up meant that her bellymuscles worked and pressed her navel shut. He gulped. It was hopeless.

Jasmine had taken the lead now. Soon she held the small box next to her left ear. Bill got the message.

"Jasmine!!! Can you heeeaaar meeee?"

A slight nod - or a violent jolt for him was the answer.

"Oh, god, Jasmine. Thank you for saving me. I thought I was doomed. But Jasmine - there's more of us and - Jasmine. Al was in your Navel!!!"

The fearful jolt was unmistakable. Like an earthquake the mighty body moved and he was shaken around with his box. Then he saw that she had sunk back propped up on her elbows. Then he could only see her face far away and her knees on the other side. Soon she tilted the box and he felt a touchdown...

She had set him down near her navel. Carefully he climbed out and hurried towards her navel. He looked into the huge navel but saw nothing.  Then he surrounded her navel. Soon he stopped. A red smear told everything. Maybe Al had seen her smile at him and thought it was safe to come out. While doing this fate had struck. There weren't even bones visible in the smear. Shuddering he turned to run away. He was very surprised to find the box now waiting right behind him. Of course she had watched his reaction. He climbed in and watched the sad look on her face. Then she brought the box back to her ear. She knew that there might be some more important things.

"Jasmine", Al shouted on top of his voice," there are three others. They wanted to get noticed by your friend over there. They started at her right foot maybe one or two hours ago! Please... I will explain everything later."

Another nod rocked the box. Then she moved it away. Out of nowhere the lid appeared in the sky. A silent kiss from her face signalled that there was no danger to him. Then it got dark and he felt and heard that she put the box in some kind of bag. Then her thunderous voice made the box vibrate.

"Oh, Lucy. I'm thirsty. Would you mind getting us some ice tea or something? I would go myself but I am not comfortable with your aunt's kitchen."

A Yawn answered. "Yeaaah. ... sure...I will..." And the earth quaked under her fading steps. The rumble of the door was heard. And then he heard his beloved Jasmine.

"Guys, this is your only chance. I can't let Lucy know about you. She's like her name - Lucifer! So you have to get here soon. I will place my Lipstick next to my right foot. It will be like accidentally open. Climb it. Make yourself stick to the lipstick and I will save you. You don't have much time. I don't think Lucy will like to boil in the sun for another hour. She will make the call!"

With that Bill felt himself being nudged aside as she obviously got the Lipstick from her bag.

****

[Tom, David, Jesse]

Greg didn't return. David would've been surprised if he had.  To him the movement of that foot had been just too close to leave him unharmed. Billy's reaction told him he was right. He decided not to talk about Greg. He took the lead.

"Well, guys, we have no other choice. Would you notice an ant kicking your toe? She won't either! So we have to do something different. "

BOOOOOM! the flip-flop sandal behind them fell again. She was lazily playing with it.

"Damn! First of all we have to get away from here as long as she's playing with this blue monster-flip-flop or we'll get under it!"

With that he started to run away. Jesse and Tom didn't know anything better and followed him. They made a five hundred foot sprint. Then  they fell down behind a grass trunk.

"Alright. I hope we are out of her playful reach. We have two chances, boys. Number one is: We get noticed by her now and hopefully can ask her to save Bill and the others. Number two means we hitch a ride on her flip-flops and let her take us home with her. There we see how we make ourselves noticed."

"We can't leave Hank, Al and Bill helpless", Jesse answered, "number one it should be."

"Well Jesse, now tell me: How do you want to be noticed? If we can somehow muster enough strength to tickle her it will be like any blade of grass tickling her. Anything that might work involves that she can see us and recognise us as non insects."

"We should climb her nose so she can recognise us!" Tom suggested.

"No, Tom. How could we get there?"

"We could run up to her head and climb up in her hair."

"Hm... she might move"

"She may not!"

"I don't think you can climb up that high."

"Well I don't know what you two will be doing. I will try."

With that Tom rose and disappeared in the gras-jungle.

David and Jesse looked at each other.

 "I think we should try to hide on her sandal. That flip-flop should have some larger hole somewhere in the sole where we can hide. Once at her house we can try to be noticed there. Maybe we could write a message somehow."
"Allright. But before we can go back we have to wait for her to finish playing with it!"
And so they did. BOOOOM!...... BOOOOMMM! It took a long time. Finally they noticed it had stopped. And the breathing sounded like she was asleep.

"It's now or never!" David shouted and they ran towards the blue flipflop.

They found her foot was in it again. It couldn't stop them They started to surround the huge sole looking for larger bubbles in the foam. The first two were large enough but had a wide opening. They feared to fall out when she moved. Then they found their chance. Near her big toe they found a suitable one. Fifty foot above the ground it looked promising. They decided to climb up and investigate.

It took a loot of power to climb the steep wall. On the last twenty feet they feared she might suddenly move and shake them off. But panting they climbed into safety. It was the ideal kind of bubble. A small hole only two and a half foot in diameter was the entrance. Behind that a large room opened. About ten feet long and 5 feet high. The walls were covered with craters of exploded bubbles. Quickly each of them wedged himself into one of these craters and found himself secured by the material like in the seat of a rollercoaster. They felt save.

Tom was going on a long and lonely walk. He knew he needed his strength to climb her hair like a giant rope. And he guessed that he would have to climb maybe one thousand feet up. So he couldn't afford to run. Instead he had fun watching  this hot tanned body that was at display all around him. She was a total beauty. Her skin was smooth and there was no trace of fat on her. Except for the tan mountains on the horizon. He passed them more than one hour later. These breasts were a firm display of female proud. He couldn't help but touch his privates at the sight. While he was walking a breeze cooled her nipples and they rose to a full height of easily two hundred feet.

Finally he got around her shoulders. And from that moment everything started with terrifying speed.

"OH,LUCY. I'M THIRSTY. WOULD YOU MIND GETTING US SOME ICE TEA OR SOMETHING? I WOULD GO MYSELF BUT I AM NOT COMFORTABLE WITH YOUR AUNT'S KITCHEN."

The titanic head next to him stirred then shook. Suddenly a deadly hairstorm struck around him. Everywhere were hairs that smashed down like giant whips. He covered on the ground in fear of being sliced in half.

Then finally the head rose and with it the whole giantess disappeared. The earthquake of leaving steps made his body dance and tumble. Then it got silent.

****

David and Jesse were taken by surprise. Their small cruise-liner cabin was suddenly jolted up and down, left and right. Then they felt the might of a foot making contact with the ground from the best seat in the theatre. It was titanic. Everything vibrated and they heard hapless thing giving in to the force and flatten beneath the giantess flip-flop.

But this was only a foot with the weight of a leg behind it. When the giant Lucy got on her feet one moment later they got a demonstration of power they never believed possible. Each step was a bloody violent torture. When the foot travelled through the air they were pressed into the foambubbles like the Apollo 11 crew on their launch to the moon. Then they heard an earpiercing slap when the heel of the flip-flop smashed into the heel of her foot. Then they felt everything being forced towards the ground and when the foot hit the ground the sound was even more deafening as the slapping noise. For the next two seconds the foot rested on the ground. But the walking body above them shifted its weight from heel to toe accompanied by countless things alive or not being flattened and crushed beneath her sole. All these sounds of destruction were washing through their ears as a cacophony of destruction. And when finally her toes took all of her weight to push the giantess forward the flip-flop bend under the pressure and their bubble was squashed beneath the weight. They thought they must be squished inside of a place that seemed so safe seconds ago. But When the pressure forced the air out of their lungs and pressed their head onto their knees it was suddenly over and they were dragged upward again.

After the first two steps they knew their idea was life threatening. Then came the moment when they heard the door. The regular movement of up and down, crunch and rise was suddenly broken by the necessity to open the door.

It was Jesse's fate. He was torn out of his bubble and as the forward movement stopped he shot out of the opening with lightspeed.

When Jesse smacked backwards into the hard  tilefloor he felt some bones break. For one moment he thought he had paid his prize. But then he saw that the force of Lucy's step had shot him far out in front of her but still in her path. For about one and a half seconds he joyously smiled up at the perfectly naked body above him. He even managed to touch his prick for a moment. Then he saw the underside of toes hanging over the edge of her flip-flop. Finally his sky turned blue - then dark.

BOOOOOMMMM! thundered the heel. With one arm inside of his pants the other rose futily to hold of the front part of the flip-flop.  SQUIRTSH! made his body.

Some fifty feet above and maybe thirty to the right David tried to listen for the sounds of his last moment. But within the thunder and they crunching of dust and dirt he heard no difference.

Five seconds later David got a break. He heard a fridge door and bottles. Everything would've been fine if the mugs hadn't been in the upper cupboard. Lucy just stood on her toes to grabbed a mug. It didn't matter to her. For David it meant the end. Without any warning his small prison was suddenly compressed. Brutally his head was forced between his knees. Then another jolt of pressure forced his shoulders to follow. As his arms broke in the process he used the last air in this lungs for a desperate howl. Then suddenly the pressure stopped for a second.  David saw his arms stuck as a mangled mass to the blue walls of his prison. Then the pressure returned. Even more violent. The second mug was a little deeper in the cupboard. Lucy lifted her left leg and stood only on her right toes to get it.

David's head was crushed into his crotch. Before he heard the crunch of his legs his spine was crushed which saved him fro the pain. He felt  his forehead squishing his balls. SCRUNCH! Everything turned red and he heard the final CRACK of his skull.

Lucy however took the mugs and filled them with ice tea. Smiling she walked back onto the lawn. It had been a great idea to spent a lazy day in the sun wit Jasmine.

****

"GUYS, THIS IS YOUR ONLY CHANCE. I CAN'T LET LUCY KNOW ABOUT YOU. SHE'S LIEK HER NAME - LUCIFER! SO YOU HAVE TO GET HERE SOON..."

When Tom heard these words he paniked. The lipstick was so damned far. He started running towards it. But in front of him was only a chaos of flattened grass where Lucy had rested her body. He had to surround it. Fearfully he hoped she would step on him on her return. If she laid down slighty more upward he would be buried beneath her head.

He spent the most fearful moments of his life when the returning steps made him tumble on the ground without any control. But the naked giantess just sat down a good distance from him to drink her tea.

He was racing. Was it still more than a mile? He didn't know. He only saw the black and golden plastic of that lipstick...

"Hey, Jasmine. What's that? I've never seen so much love in your eyes! Got any sweet dreams?"

"Wow Lucy,  I never thought you were sensible enough to notice something like this."

"Hey, Jas! What do you think of me? It's just to protect me from the world outside when I play the selfish and arrogant slut."

"Uh, Lucy, some softer feelings shining through? What are your true colours?"

"Blue. Look at my flip-flops. Blue..."

Damn smalltalk Tom thought. But it was giving him some time. As long as they talked, they didn't leave, right?

HE was running and running. The minutes passed. He lost his eye for the beautiful naked bodies next to him. His goal was the lipstick - his goal was survival.

"I don't know why you always play this bad with boys."

"Hey, Jas, you know the way it is. Your' beautiful. Your' sexy. Just like me. And you know - Guys. I mean Guuuyzz with their 'look at those tits look at those legs. Pay you ten bucks if you dare slap her sharp ass...' When I play cruel with them it's just to protect myself from them. I've never found the one who made my heart melt. But I do believe he's out there and waiting for me..."

'Yes, I am out here. But I am not waiting for you, I am just trying to get away from you' Tom thought.

"Uhm, Jas, let's get up. It's almost five and we'll have to be back around six. We have to do some washing up and things, remember?"

"Allright" he heard the answer. Tom knew his time was up. Maybe one thousand feet to go. Maybe only eight hundred.

The dark rumbling started behind him. e knew it was Lucy getting on her feet. The next second brought Lucy's first step which tore the tired Tom of his feet.  Step after step followed as Lucy gathered her things. She stepped into her bikini bottoms and walked to the spot where she had thrown the bikini top.

Tom gave up trying to stand up. He was crawling as good as possible on the shaking ground. Then he couldn't even crawl as Lucy thundered towards him.  He felt himself being helplessly thrown around before he catched a gras root to hold onto. He looked up and saw the flip-flop coming down on him. He howled in fear as it got dark. THOOUUMB! Lucy stepped down with the edge of that blue flip-flop just 5 foot from him with displaced air and a hailstorm of dirt washing over him.

"JASMIN, WOULD YOU HELP ME WITH MY BIKINI TIES?"

"SURE!"

His way was blocked. Between him and the life saving lipstick was the deadly and almighty foot of Lucy.  Eight hundred feet to the heel. Five hundred feet to the toes. He couldn't get around it.

Above him Lucy bent down to help Jasmine up. Tom almost got mad at the display of these heavy boobs swinging nude and full in the sky above him. Then Jasmine's barefeet thundered around Lucy and he watched breathlessly how they put those humunguus boobs back into the bra.

"THANKS, JAS!" thundered Lucy. Tom was crawling towards the blue flip-flop. Sobbing he leaned against it.

"WAIT JAS, YOU LOST YOUR LIPSTICK THERE. HERE IT IS! OOOPS THIS WAS HALF OPEN. SILLY YOU, YOU COULD'VE GOTTEN ANTS ALL OVER IT!"

Tom gave up. At least he wanted to have some nice last moments. Without any restrain he watched Jasmines' still totally nude body. He enjoyed her bouncing breasts and her carelessly displayed pussy. For one moment he thought how interesting it would be to get into her cunt. But when she moved her legs he saw her pussylips grinding against each other. He realised he would be squished to death without even being felt.

Then Lucy stepped back to grab her back. As the flip-flop was risen from the ground  Tom was unbelievably lucky because Lucy twisted her toes. But instead of being dragged under the shoe and ground to dust he was just riding on an avalanche of dirt that the sole pushed away with it's movement. One moment later the blue footwear of death disappeared.

He watched Lucy grab her bag and walk towards the house. Then he looked at Jasmine. He saw her closing her back with the lipstick while stepping into her wooden mules.

"DONT WORRY, BILLY. I AM SO HAPPY I FOUND YOU. DID YOU SEE MY ANKLET? YOUR ANKLET! I LOVE YOU SO AND I WILL LET SOMEONE GROW YOU BACK.
BUT ABOUT YOUR FRIENDS: WHOEVER WE MIGHT LEFT BEHIND. I CAN'T HELP YOU NOW!" a whispered thunder came to him, "BYE!"

Tired and helpless he waved at the giantess. He looked at the wooden platform sole and wondered. With a little luck they could have managed to climb the flip-flop. But this smooth wooden surface was unclimbable. What could've happened if Lucy had laid down left of Jasmine instead?

Then he quietly watched Jasmine making her first step. He wasn't surprised as her foot moved towards him. He would have been surprised if her slim wooden heel hat hit him. Instead he looked at the dirty plastic tread beneath her right mule. He felt the vibration and saw how easily her weight forced the slim heel deep into the soft earth crushing and flattening a lonely trefoil beneath. Then the platform sole came down. He was under the raised tip. Just 20 feet from him everything was crushed beneath her weight. Then he saw the sole above rolling towards him. He knew she was just rising her heel. He had fallen on his back and watched a huge yellowish block of the tread crush his legs. CRUNCH! He howled in pain while his legs were crushed deep into the earth. Then another part of the tread came down somewhere behind his head. It got dark and one moment later he felt the pressure of his body being squashed into the treadpattern. His body flattened under her weight...

The End.