How did I get myself into these kind of things?
That's all I could think as I hung upside down, snagged on a piece of fabric inside Lillian's ... ugh Kelly's hanging sweatshirt. I finally decided to stop being so tense and to relax. After a few seconds of silence, the thread keeping me restrained snapped and I fell into a safer position, but still in the limp sweatshirt pocket.
Now held captive in this sweatshirt pocket, I could hear only the hissing sounds of the shower as warm mist filled the room. Strangely I got a bit of a chill, but not from the climate. I was trying to do my best not to think of Lil... Kelly in her birthday suit taking a shower. This wasn't the time or place -- I'm not sure if there was a proper time or place.
I had known she had a boyfriend and never really considered what I was doing. I mean, once you get shrunk, a lot of social etiquette kind of goes out the window. If we were the same size, this would be easy enough to sort out, she could find her boyfriend, see what kind of feelings still linger there, if any, and stay with him if that's what she chose. But this... this was a lot more complicated and the thing that sucked the most is I had almost no say in it.
It felt like I had been in this stuffy pocket forever but the calm was suddenly broken when I felt myself moving -- it was a terrifying feeling and it came with barely a noise, just the subtle crack of the bathroom door. Next thing I knew, I was watching the floor move below me -- a dizzying sight as I could hear the gentle humming of the giant girl, Jess carrying the sweatshirt and letting it dangle by her sides.
For just another moment I was stopped. I had enough time to look around and figure out where I was and possibly where I was going. It was still dark, but not completely. I could perceive through the gentle alcove of light pouring in through this pocket, some kind of hardwood -- I figured the same flooring the rest of the apartment had. A lot of good that did me -- I knew I was being taken by Jess (or rather the sweatshirt itself) to be thrown in the laundry and I felt incredibly nervous about whether to try and get the giant's attention or to somehow flee on my own. I began to fear more and more that my ominous words from earlier would come true.
I hated being negative but I really couldn't see a way out of this.
Break time was over -- the clothing was moving again and I closed my eyes to avoid the sight of being flipped upside down, as brief as it was, before Jess clumsily toppled the sweatshirt into a pile of fabric. I would've screamed if it did any good. Hell, I might've screamed, everything seemed to be screaming around me even though to a normal person it appeared to be just a heap of clothes in a basket.
The gritty blue laundry basket (which slowly lifted up off the ground) offered me very little in way of a solution. I was currently scrunched into this tight spot and was moving at a fairly slow rate but still quick enough to get my heart rate going. I decided I had to do something... something drastic, or this may just be it. I may never see my family or friends again, not to mention Kelly to ask her what the hell is going on anymore. I thrash about and am able to free myself from the thick sweatshirt pocket, but now am facing a large sheet of white linen, which I've deduced is part of a thin shirt. I pull past that and see some giant polka dot underwear and the overarcing shape of a bra cup.
Whats worse is, everytime Jess takes a step, everything in the basket changes positions somewhat. I had found my way to the plastic blue wall of the laundry basket but it wasn't doing me much good. With every position change, I could only hold onto the wall with one hand, while trying to keep my footing which was constantly guiding me downwards. The basket had thin, large grates in it, and I figured out after trying for some time that I could fit through them.
It wasn't long until I saw it -- the door... just a large door that got closer and closer as Jess walked me to it, secured in the laundry basket. If she took me through that door, I'd be going to her laundry room... even if I escaped the basket before getting washed, it'd be a miracle if anyone found me and who knows what would happen then? I decided this was it.... it was now or never. As embarassing as it was, I had to get Jess' attention. I had to try and reason with her and hope that, because she was Kelly's friend she wouldn't let anything happen to me. If not -- I was as good as gone once she walks out of here.
I squeezed my body halfway out of the grate in the basket and looked up. Oh my word...
I could see nothing but the shape of her arm in front of me, holding the basket. Even as I screamed up at her, I was just screaming towards her shirt, or her clenched fists holding the basket. Tears began to well in my eyes as I screamed.
"JESS, PLEASE!! STOP!! PLEASE!!" I repeated again and again, feeling more and more shaky as she approached the door.
I was practically imperceptible and she hadn't heard or seen me -- then again, what possible reason would she have to look inside her laundry basket for a tiny man? The whole thing felt so hopeless to me. Just then, I feel a jolt. The basket tilted and I slipped out, keeping a loose grip on the blue plastic as she had let one hand release the basket, using that hand to open the door. My breathing sped up and I swung myself back onto the side of the basket.
"Jess! Jess, please! Help me!" I screamed, now out of breath. I had basically exhausted my voice and it didn't even matter. She couldn't hear me and worse, she couldn't see me. She continued walking, dragging the basket somewhat lazily with her one hand and letting it hang close to the ground. I saw this as my chance to escape and slowly let go of the plastic.
Now just a few feet off the ground, I slid clumsily to the ground just as her door shut behind me. I took a few more deep breaths. I had made it -- but now what? The stillness fell over me again. The apartment was dead silent and I was grateful for the time being that I had survived but now I had to get back to Kelly, I had to get her attention and I had to hope she'd find me before Jess did -- or that anybody would find me at this rate.
Surely, she'd notice I was missing... I thought to myself as I had slowly accelerated into a jog. Ugh... this sucked. I was getting so winded just from running the equivalent of a few feet but it felt like I had just participated in a high intensity track meet. I had made barely any progress from the door step to the small kitchen. Luckily this wasn't an oversized apartment or I'd have surely been lost for good. I knew where the bathroom was, it was just a matter of getting there.
I still heard the distant sounds of the shower hissing. I slowly started to walk again, my legs feeling sore as I took each step. I also feared I had pulled a muscle in my upper arms when I was yanked while holding onto the damned laundry basket. What the hell could be done for me though? At this size, I was utterly useless, even when I was completely healthy. What now? Put a tiny cast on it and hope for the best? I was also tired so much more often at this size. I had taken several small naps while Lillian carried me most of the way, I felt so pathetic. Lillian... Kelly ... whichever at this point.
I'm not sure how much time passed while I took a short break from walking but I know that I heard the sounds of the shower fading, and then there was more complete silence. I estimated at this point I was probably another 10-20 minutes away from reaching the bathroom at my own walking speed, but perhaps Kelly would find me once she was done with the shower. She had to have noticed the sweatshirt missing.
Just then, the door slowly creaked open. Even the lowly noise was perceptible to me as I watched the giant Lillian emerge from the bathroom appearing timid. She looked absolutely stunning having just come out of the shower. She had changed into the pink pajama top with black sweatpants. She had a frightened look on her face as her eyes darted around the apartment. I couldn't tell if it was the same moisture from her hairline or body but there was a lot of moisture around her eyes -- maybe from crying.
"Kelly! Kelly!" I screamed, running over towards her. Not soon enough
At the exact same moment, another noise got her attention. Jess walked back into the room, holding the empty laundry basket. I ducked behind a nearby kitchen stool and watched them talk.
"Jess! Jess!" Kelly cried, running to her friend as she entered the room.
"Wh-What's the matter?" Jess asked, giving Kelly a weird look.
"My uh... my clothes... that you..."
"Yeah, I put em in the wash" Jess said, in a non-chalant sort of tone, "they'll be done soon"
"Jess, I uh... um..." Kelly responded, stumbling for words, "you didn't happen to see... anything? In the pockets... I um... had some change... and uh... my wallet"
"Oh, right" Jess nodded and handed her friend the small clump of material that she had gotten from the pockets. "Here, I made sure to go through the pockets, don't worry. You wanna see if your phone has charged yet?"
Kelly had the most distraught look I had seen on anyone's face today. She looked like someone had just died as she looked at the collection of things in her hand. She folded the wallet and took a deep breath, appearing defeated as she let out a sigh and nodded in the direction of Jess. Together, they walked into the next room.
"What?" Jess asked, not far behind, "What's wrong?"
I just sat back down and sobbed. This was hell.
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
This chapter begins just before the end of last chapter, when Jake was taken from Lillian. This chapter is from Jake's point of view
Chapter End Notes:
Once again, I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. For my next chapter, I haven't decided if I will be delving into Lillian's/Kelly's point of view or stick with Jake as he tries to reunite with her.
I'd be more than happy to field ideas about this because I could honestly go either way and keep the plotline intact.