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Greg West walks down the hallway. You can hear his feet hit the floor. Greg enters his office just as the phone starts to ring.

”Hello, Who is it?

Greg, I want my update? How is the project going? Will it finish on time?

”Well everything is done, we are just waiting on the watch, but i want some answers here. I want the full story. Its going to be my life on the line here. I deserve the right to know what im risking my neck for.”
”Alright, alright. Well the purpose of this project is to run a study. A study on our own society. At this point in time our crime rates are through the roof. We have kids being shot at school. Buildings being bombed. We are suppose to be the strongest country in the world, but we cant even control our own people. So we decided to send people to watch families first hand. We believe its the parents that are causing the kids to act like this. All we need is documented proof and then we can nip this problem in the butt. Now as you have probably already figured out. We cant just send someone into a house at random because obviously the family wont act normally. So that is where the machine comes in. I know for all these years you have been trying to figure what the hell the thing does. Well its a shrinking machine. It breaks a person down so that you are just cells. Then it puts you back together in a identical from to what you are only smaller. When god made man he made our structure imperfect. When you are shrunk your body is the perfect machine. You will be able to lift more, run faster, you are more durable, less likely to take on a disease.”

”I dont know what to say. I didnt know what to expect but i definately didnt expect this. I will be able to return to my normal size right?”

”Of course you will be able to return to your full size. I do have a few more things to tell you. I dont want you to feel like we are keeping anything from you. When you reduce the size you are at then is your base size. Your probably confused, well that watch we are making for you is pretty special. The watch is what the machine locks onto. Without the watch we wont be able to bring you back. But thats not all the watch does. The watch has enough power to make you 4 inches tall for a limited time. Once that time is up you will reduce back down to your base size.”

”Well i guess i understand everything. Its just all so overwhelming. So what family am i going to be field testing this with?”

”The Macy family, are you familar with them?”

”Yeah I believe so dont they live in high class section of town? They have the mansion next to the golf course right?”

”Yes, exactly right. They also have two daughters Larisa and Anna Macy. I don’t think you would have met them. They go to a private high school. Now if there is nothing else I guess this would be goodbye until you return from your mission”

”Wait a minute, I have something else to report. The past couple weeks there has been reports of break ins but nothing has been missing. Im afraid we might have a spy amongst us.”

”All you can do is increase security. This must go on. Too much money has been invested, and too much is at stake. This is for the improvement of our civilization. Every civilization has that one defining moment. That moment when they either decline or rise. The romans had there when ceaser became there leader and living style got better. This will be ours. We can make our country safe. This is bigger then just me and you. All we have to do is determine what part of development the child is most vulnerable to start violent traits and then we nip it in the but at that stage. Now gets some rest its going to be a big day tommorow”

The next morning it was a cloudy and humid day. The pavement is wet from last nights rain shower. As Greg gets up he feels somehow different. Its more like a feeling that he has never expierenced before. Greg however just shakes it off and gets ready for his mission. This has been a busy year for greg. This is his 3rd assignment in past year. Then on top of that the school still expects him to get all his homework in on time.

”Enough thinking greg, Thinking to yourself gets you killed. You think for yourself, and you react thats all there is to life. Read and React, Now I better get to the lab.”

Greg barely gets in the door and last peice of his gear is thrusted upon him.

”Greg now listen closely this watch is the most important piece of gear you have. There is only one of these. This watch contains your entire body make up. Everything about you is in this watch. Its made specifically for you. We can tell exactly how your doing at all times just from this watch. However, if it breaks or is damaged when you at your reduced state we are not quite sure what happens to you. Now put it on. We dont have much time. We need you in the house by 2pm and the reducing process takes several hours”

Greg grabs the watch and puts it on. As he buckles the watch the band to the watch dissappears. Greg stares at where the badn to watch should be but it isnt. Its just his skin.

”Oh yes i forget to tell you. The watch will em bed itself into you. Now that doesnt mean it cant come off or get damaged. It just makes it harder for you to lose and less noticeable. Now climb onto this bed. Once you are laying down you have 1 minute to get comfortable and then the process will start. Once it starts you will feel yourself getting tired. Dont fight it, just let whatever happens, happens. Once your process is compliment we will let your understudy grace pick you up from the bed and take you to the house. Goodluck sir:

The room is cleared out before greg even makes it to the bed. Just like as predicted. Greg starts to get sleepy. Before he even realizes it he is asleep

Greg turns over and gets up slowly. He picks himself up off the bed expecting his feet to be hanging over the edge. The mission and everything else slowly trickles back to him. As greg looks at himself he notices one horrible problem. His base size was suppose to be 6 inches so incase he would get into any problems he could change his size to 2 feet, but i look like im around a inch. Im sure they will fix it.

”Greg? Greg? Are you ready to get started cutie?”

”Oh great that must be”

Before greg even gets a chance to complete his sentence grace comes into view. Her long dark brown hair, her yellow t-shirt and tight jeans. She looks gorgeous, you notice all the small details about her. How her nose crinkles up when she looks at you. How her deep blue eyes look so tranquil. Just like when you see the ocean and watch waves hit the beach then descend back into the ocean to only do it again. Its just somehow very relaxing. As grace bends down the tips of her long brown hair circle all around you.

”Hiya Greg, I thought you were suppose to be bigger but we dont have time to discuss that we have 45 minutes to get you to the house. Now I cant really just carry you out the door. You and this mission are classified you know that. You, and everything about is top secret, and not to mention this mission is pretty hush hush so it makes it even more of a priority that no one sees you leave. Im really sorry but im going to have put you in my pocket. I dont know where else to put you. My purse is a mess and no wher else would be discreate.”
Without even a chance to respond. Grace already has me in her hands. I try to say something but as I stand up in her hands I tumble over. The surface of her palm is very unstable. Its solid yet unstable. I am relieved that Grace didnt notice my little fall. I have always been a very proud person and I hate people to see any weakness in me. Then the floor which is Graces hand tilts and Istart to slide down her hand, then I roll into her pocket. I can see her pulling the opening of the pocket open as far as it goes. Once I land at the bottom of her pocket I wave to her to tell that im okay. She then lets go of the pocket and I am surrounded by darkness. As Grace starts to walk I am thrown about the pocket. I attempt to pound on her leg to tell her that this isnt going to work but she feels nothing. I can easily hear her talking to Jim the doorman as she fills out her leave time form. I have never enjoyed having to sign out everytime I wanted to leave or go somewhere away from the base but this is the first time I have ever welcomed it. The pause has given me a chance to catch my breath. I try to secure myself better but as Grace once again starts moving I am helplessely strewn about the pocket. We finally arrive at her car. I can hear the keys of her car jingle. They sound so loud it hurts my ears. My ears just want to bleed as they jingle around. Grace then sits down and starts her car. The rumble of the car vibrates my entire body. I can feel every part of my body jiggling

The car finally stops. I can feel Grace running. Then I see light for the first time in abotu 30 minutes. All I see is her hand everywhere. I am plucked from her pocket and set down on the porch. Grace then looks down at me and blows me a kiss. I look up at her.

”Grace its night time what happened?”

She only smiled, rang the doorbell, waved goodbye and ran back to her car. This bothered me a little bit. I was suppose to be here in the afternoon and here it is night time and im just getting here. As the door swings open a impossibley tall blonde teenager stands in doorway. Your body says move and your legs say stop.

”Anna who is at the door hun?

”I dont see anyone mom”

Not wanting to spend the night outside you force yourself to run. You dive into thick carpet as the door closes. You scurry behind a few pairs of tennis shoes and then you run under a reclining chair. Just as you run under teh chair someone sits down. You dig around in your backpack of supplies for a pen paper and start listening in on the conversastion. To Be Continued.......
Im not sure when it happened exactly but sometime last night while listening in on the conversastion i fell asleep. As i awoke it was very early in the morning. Light barely shone through the window as I crept out from under the chair. Each step I took was a journey in itself. The answer to the age old question of what seperates man from beast? It is size, and size alone. When your big, you dont feel scared becuase your bigger, adn stronger, and faster. But when your just a inch or so in height, your scared and timid. But I pushed all my fears to the back of mind just like a trained operative does. I made my way to the kitchen table since that is the first logical place that they would go in the morning. However after last nights blunder I have decided to use electronic recording. The only bad side being I have to make sure i am in range of who i am trying to listen too.

They have a very old antique table. Each leg of the table has hand carved designs. Not only does this make the table orginal and gorgeous it also makes it easy to climb. The carved spaces make great footholds. As i reach the top I surmise that I dont have much time left. On the table there are 3 place settings, and in teh middle of the table a salt and pepper shaker, A suger bowl, and some cream for coffee. I instinctively just headed for the sugar bowl. Just as I climbed into the bowl i heard the click clack, click clack of someone entering the kitchen. At first i buried myself in the sugar but then the side mission side of me took over. The sense of duty, and honor for not only my country but the for its future. I pushed all my fears all the way to my soul and locked them away for now.

I peered over the edge of the suger bowl. I saw a dark haired woman head towards the table. She set some pop tarts and a glass of orange juice on the table. As she walks away i get a good look at her. She looks to be the mom. She has on short business skirt and a blazer. Her hair is styled nicely but has a rather natural look to it. As she walks back to the table and sits down i quickly duck my head below the rim. So she doesnt detect my presence. Quietly and rather uneventfully she ate her pop tarts and drank her juice. She then got up and walked out theback door towards the garage.

What started out only seeming like hours stretched into decades. For the first time in my life i watched the sun rise and the world come to life. I started thinking abotu how much harder this mission is going to be. Im not just spying on these people im trying to find out what makes them tick. All my thoughts were interupted as a bowl was set down on the table. I once again peered over the edge. This time seeing one of the girls. I am however unsure of which one. As i wait to see her face so I can get visual confirmation of who I am exactly looking at a monsterous wall is placed down infront of me. As my eyes scan up the wall I am puzzled by way they would place a wall on there table. And not just a normal a flawlessly smooth wall, it was orange for the most part with discoloration at the center of the wall. Just as I am abotu to move to find a new spot the entire structure of the wall is tilted. The word KIX is placed almost infront of my face that is no wall at all. Its cereal. Gigantic boulders come flying out of the the box. Each boulder big enough to crush my head i would guess. I then see a second giantess sit down at the table. She follows the same suit as the girl before her by grabbing the cereal. I turn my attention to the first girl since I can more easily see her. As she takes her first bite she has a exresssion of disgust fall across her face.

"Rats, I forgot the sugar. You could have reminded me Larisa."

Larisa sticks out her tongue at the other girl. "And miss you make that face and get all perturbed. Even though it ruins your day it sure as hell makes my day to know i ruined your morning"

"This is to perfect. Sibling Rivalry, maybe this will give me some hints." Since I was so busy listening in I wasnt putting two and two together. A gigantic shovel was plundged into my world. I was pushed over from behind. I only hand time to look and see Larisa's arm moving back towards her bowl. At that same time the other girl who must be Anna since that is Larisa shoves her shovel into the bowl. I try to run but as I stand up I only sink into the sugar. I look back at her waving my arms not wanting to get eaten but she isnt even looking down at me. She is to busy arguing with her sister. As I except my fate to drown in sugar I hit the bottom. That is when i notice im moving. I grab the side of the spoon just moments before she tilts the spoon. The sugar rolls off the spoon and only I remain clinging to the edge of the spoon. Anna still not looking at her spoon i am plundged under freezing ice cold milk. I try to find a way to get my head above the milk but I cant do that without letting go of the edge. I then feel a blast of heat roll ripple over the milk. Something then rips across my back almost pulling me off the spoon. I look back to only see Anna's lips. Before I even have time to react my bruised back, swollen arms, are plundged again into the ice cold milk. Gigantic mounds of kix are everywhere. I can only hold on. I am relieved my body is how did they say? Perfectly put together. I dont know if I could have survived all that normally. But before i have a chance to give it any further thought the now familar wave of heat coming from the mouth of Anna ripples across the milk. I can smell her foul morning breath as the cereal and milk are racked from the spoon. Her teeth deepen the bruises on my back and rip clothes to shreds now. This goes on for a good 6 minutes i would guess. Finally the spoon is dropped into the milky water. Only little bits of the ceral is left floating in bowl. I float on my back and relax all my muscles. I breathe a sigh of relief just happy to still be alive. That is when I see a black whole open up from above. A million pieces of ceral which look like rocks to me come flying into the bowl. I dive down as far as i can swim into cold milk. I just peak my head above and cling onto one of the near by floating rocks to only see a waterfall of milk drenched upon my naked body. The milk now returns to its icy cold state. I can see the milk slighty crystallized. I try to swim for the spoon but all the ceral blocks my path. I only see a silver object moving at light speed slam beneath the milky water. Then as it rises I am tumbled end over end in waves of milk until i crash into the side of the bowl. From above i hear the defeaning sound of Anna.

"GOD DAMNIT thats twice."

I dont have to wonder too long what is twice as heavy snow flakes bombard the milky water. I admire for a moment how the once puny grains of sugar now look so massive. Still they are smell but they look so much bigger. I dive my sticky, and now itchy from sugar body below the milk hoping to wash off someof the sugar. As I poke my head above the water Anna's spoon clobbers me in the head. My body floats lifelessly amongst ceral as this teenage titaness continues to just simply eat her morning breakfast.

Spoon full by spoonfull Anna dips her spoon into the bowl and removes more and more of the cereal as our hero helplessly floats amongst her breakfast. Unfortuneatly luck finally vanishes as Anna scoops up Greg and more of the now soggy food. The spoon near her wide open mouth. Milk from the previous spoon fulls drip from the top teeth and splash down like rain droplets to her mouth below. The droplets of milk dripping onto her tongue and bottom row of teeth just like blood drips from the lions mouth after a kill. The ferocious looking, deadly teeth only getting nearer and nearer to greg.
Wanting to just run away and hide as a thousand thoughts rush through Greg’s head. As the mouth gets nearer and nearer he does the only thing that he can do. Greg throws himself over the side of the spoon. The world spins around almost as if your in a Indy car going top speed trying to sight see. Greg plows into a hard surface that has no give. A thousand tiny needles pierce his body or so it feels like. As he picks himself up Greg tries to look around. As he looks about he sees nothing but a large wooden expanse in all directions. The booming voices from the girls are still near by. Greg moves his head ever so slowly so he doesn’t attract attention to himself.

As the fog clears from Greg’s head he finds himself laying on the table. Now in a very noticeable spot Greg starts moving back towards the table leg where he first climbed up onto here. As he slowly inches across the table Greg can’t help but think how this mission has been nothing but a failure. Thinking that he might just abort the mission and explain the faults to his superiors. The thought of shrinking a man and spying on people is wrong to start with and it is devious. The risks are just to great to have to place on a mans life. Regardless of whether or not it is for the bettering of a entire soceity. Its just not right to practically force someone into this.

“I cant believe you Ana your such a ditz sometimes.”

“What did you call me? You did not just call me a ditz? Tell me you did not just say that?”

“Ohhhh what is big bad Ana going to do about it? Huh? Is Ana going to stop me? Sis we may look alike but that is where it ends. Your the shopping, non athletic, party girl who hangs out with her little social click of friends and doesn’t pay any attention to anyone who is not involved in your little world. Me, however it pisses you off that I am athletic, funny, intelligent, and people actually like me for more then my looks and who I hang out with. I am individualistic and you are like hiyenna who has to be in a pack. You, You are nothing but a tramp and a bitch. You horny, sex craved slut and if mom ever found out the things you do she would be ashamed of you, But most of all embarrassed to call you her daughter.”

Ana stands up but as she stands up she knocks over her glass of orange juice. In a fury she grabs the over turned glass and her bowl and sets both in the sink while she rips off a paper towel. Quickly walking back over Ana wipes up the spilled orange juice and tosses the soaking wet paper towel in the garbage can. She then roughly punches Larisa in the back before she heads upstairs.

As Greg continues to inch across the table he hears a loud crash then is flooded with a orange liquid. The acid from the juice burns Greg’s eyes. He screams out but cannot be heard because of the arguing that has insued between the girls.. Greg paddles against the wash of orange juice just to survive this mess. Just as the unrelenting stream of orange juice starts to subside a ceiling of white appears over his head and then starts to lower. Greg starts to run no longer caring about being seen. The white wall which is now clearly a paper towel soaking up the mess is everywhere. The hand is sweeping across the table sending waves of orange juice crashing against Greg. The last sweep sends him flying off the table and down to the floor with a loud thud. Greg’s legs quiver like a lost child’s lower lip when he realizes that he has lost his parents. Even though feeling nothing but pain in his legs from the fall Greg starts in a dead run towards Ana’s Tigger slippers. As he reaches her foot which is encased in the soft slipper Greg pulls himself up and straddles the neck of Tigger as Ana heads up the stairs towards her bedroom. Greg watches from his perch as he enters Ana’s room. It looks to be a typical teenagers room accept its unusually clean and organized. Ana immediately heads into the bathroom. .

Ana steps out of her slippers and steps into the shower. She tosses her bathrobe out into her bedroom and then turns on the water. Immediately Ana is blasted with hot scalding water. Immediately Ana grabs her wash cloth and lathers it up. She lets out a relaxing sigh as the hot, hot water runs down her body. She hurriedly runs the wash cloth over herself and then shampoo’s her hair. She gently massages and strokes the shampoo into her hair. She rolls her head back the water pelts her head and slowly washes the shampoo away.
The world moving by at a blistering pace Greg struggles to hold onto the slipper. His head pounding and ringing in unison with Ana’s steps. Greg starts to slip just as the slipper stops moving. A pale blurry figure shoots out from the slipper and Greg grabs onto the object by instinct alone. As soon as he does so Greg wonders what on earth he has just done as the foot he is on descends into a large white basin. Immediately followed by burning hot water that hits Greg’s body. He screams as the water assaults his body. All he can do is hold on and cry as the hot water burns his skin. The unrelenting pain is just about too much to bear until by chance alone the washcloth happens to run sweep across Greg’s position. As he holds onto the end of washcloth Greg loses his grip and ends up flying into a mess of wet tangled hair. Breathing a heavy sigh of relief for the first time in awhile. Greg reaches out and grabs some of the lather from the side of Ana’s face, but just as he does so he catches a hint of peach in the air. Greg is then covered in a peachy shampoo. Ana’s hands unknowingly massage Greg’s body into her scalp. Her fingers prod Greg’s body. Her fingers work over his sensitive area and arouse him. As he tries to yell to stop his mouth is covered in the peachy shampoo. Trying not to release his load Greg struggles to maintain his hold. Ana’s constant prodding finally stops just before he is about to orgasm. She tilts her head backwards and Greg is left holding onto her wet shampooed hair for dear life. As he stares down at what looks like a million feet down. The water rushes over her head and down her hair. The never ending stream of water is slowly eating away at Greg’s strength. Thousands of pounds of water rushing over him is just about driving Greg insane and then finally she steps out of the shower.

Ana jumps out of the shower and walks out of her bathroom and into her bedroom. As she sits down at her desk she starts to tightly braid her hair and then wraps a black scrunchy around the beginning of the braid. Looking over at her clock Ana quickly throws on some khaki shorts and a white tanktop. As she runs over to her closet she grabs a pair of black socks and her hiking boots as she heads downstairs and towards the car.

As Ana steps out of the shower Greg holds on to her wet, slick hair. As he bounces from side to side Greg starts to get a sick feeling. As he is about to throw up he starts to feel himself being twisted and then thrusted into Ana’s hair. Greg tries to push himself out but the tight, closely compacted hair is to strong. Greg can feel himself being encased in a tomb of hair. Pounding and kicking at anything he can as the hair is twisted around his body Greg is forcefully, subdued against his will. In a moment he can feel himself swaying side to side and hitting up against the back of Ana’s neck. As she runs down stairs he can feel himself flying every which way.

“Hey Ana, your not wearing those socks are you?”

“Yeah, why not? What is wrong with these socks?”

“And your outfit! You look like fucking Lara Croft only without her attributes.”

“Shut up Larisa!, just because I am not a athletic, out doors girl like you doesn’t mean you can shit on me all day long.”

“Whatever!!, Anyway I was just trying to say your feet are going to sweat in those dark black socks. Its almost 90 today and you aren’t wearing tennis shoes your wearing hiking boots but,..”

“Well you can just stop right there because I don’t care these hiking boots go with this outfit so whatever”

With that said Greg tries to struggle free as Ana heads outside. Finally deciding that its hopeless he sighs and thinks about how long this day is going to be.

The longer I spent in this tomb of hair the more and more I began to hate it. I wanted to scream but my mouth is gagged with her hair. Ana’s hair pushed up into my nose so when I breathe in all I can smell is her peach scented shampoo. The smell makes my head spin and pound with each peachy breath I take. All I can think about is escaping this horrible smell, this over powering peach smell that is slowly driving me insane. My head cries out for a strand of sanity that is slowly slipping away. I fight for the ability to move my arms, my legs, to be able to turn my head but. All the abilities fail me. With each step she takes I can feel her hair pound against her back. Each jolt is sent through her hair and down my spine. Minutes, hours, days, years, I don’t know. I have no sense of time. The more I struggle the more I fail. All effort I make is immediately replaced with me sliding back down to where I was. The oils in her hair run down my skin tickling my body and driving me more and more insane. My now paralyzed body is slowly giving up hopes on ever escaping this rotten predicament. My head begin spin round and round from the constant stench of peach. I soon thankfully passed out.

Ana continues about her school day unknowingly transporting Greg around with her from class to class.

“Hey Becca, You want to go shopping after school today? I saw this sweater at the mall a couple days ago that I really want.”

“Well okay, You know you never have to ask me twice to go shopping.”

“Okay but we need to stop by my house after this class then. I need to change into my shopping clothes.”

Becca and Ana walk off towards history class. Both of them sit through class boringly. Ana would play with hair by wrapping her braids around her finger and then watching it unwrap from around finger to only re wrap her hair around the finger. Finally class ends with a shake of her head Ana’s hair is once again slammed into her back and then the girls are out of class. After a short trip in the car they are both at Ana’s house. Ana rushes up stairs blatantly ignoring Larisa and her friend. Ana quickly changes and then runs back down stairs.

“Ready to go Becca?”

“Well yeah of course but you can’t wear braids with that outfit girl. Here let me take them out quick.”

Becca quickly remove the scrunchy and tight braids. She runs her hands through Ana’s hair a couple of times and then Ana shakes her head which then sends her hair flying from side to side. Then with a nod of agreement from Becca both girls head out the door.

Greg is awoke with the sound of his body being twisted around something. The pressure growing tighter and tighter. The pain almost too much for Greg to handle Then thankfully the pressure is released and he can feel his body being untied. Greg breathes a sigh of relief that he is still all in one piece, but just as he starts to get comfortable. Starting at his feet Greg can feel a enormous pressure. But this time much worse then before. Greg can feel his body being once again forced to wrap around something. Greg screams as his back is twisted around something, Greg can feel the strain on his spine which causes tears to stroll down the side of face. Soon his head and neck is wrapped around same object. Greg tries to fight free but he is just to weak. The pain only increases as the girl wraps her hair around her finger. Finally the pressure is released and flying motion is felt in the pit of Greg’s stomach. Soon for the umpteenth time Greg feels like he is on a carnival ride as Ana’s hair is sent flying through air. Then the air is sent out of Greg’s lungs as he hears a slam of the car door. He moans and groans as Ana gets situated. This is the first time Greg has felt so much of Ana’s pressure on his body. The short car ride seems to take forever but once Ana gets out of the car Greg can do nothing be rejoice in his head, because he is free of that immense pressure. The longer he spends enwrapped in this hair the less and less Greg feels like he is apart of the human race. As Ana runs up stairs he over hears a portion of a conversastion between the two sister. He is then lifted along with Ana’s hair high into the air and then sent into Ana’s backside and the process repeats itself as she runs down the stairs. Then without warning Greg starts to feel his body being untwisted. Then in a single motion Greg is free left hanging from Ana’s hair. Two fingers are sent rushing down either side of Greg and then he is sent flying through the air as Ana shakes her head. Suspecting death Greg closes his eyes and awaits death but he soon collides into a padded wall and then slams into a soft squishy floor. The Bruised and beaten Greg stares up from his new location. The slam of the door is sent echoing through air and at the same moment Greg realizes that he is not with Ana. But if he is not with her then where is he?

“Larisa are we going to go soon? I am tired of being inside. We had to be inside at school all day now lets go.”

“Hold your horses Nat(Natalie). Your sure impatient today.”

“Well I want to do something so lets go. You don’t mind if I put these on inside here do you?”

“Fine, I would say go ahead but I can see you have already started.”

“Sorry, I know I’m just excited”

“Damn girl, those dogs don’t get let out enough. Put your feet back in before you stink the whole house up.”

“I told you I should have showered before we came but oh no you had to hound me out of my shower. You know I sweat allot during soccer practice.”

“Don’t take it so personally, I know I was just playing around with you.”

Greg starts to walk around his surroundings but cant figure out exactly where he is. As he starts to walk back up towards where he can see the light in this strange tunnel he starts feel whatever he is in being picked up. The movement of whatever he is in is sends him crashing into the walls of this object. Just as quickly as it all starts the movement stops. Greg finds himself looking up at a gigantic opening. Not having seen light in a long time Greg welcomes the ability to see daylight and breathe fresh air into his lungs. With finding no way to escape Greg sits down with his back against the wall but as soon as he does so he sees a large dark navy blue object hovering in the sky. At first not thinking much of it Greg passes it off as nothing but soon he notices the object descending closer and closer. Quickly realizing its a foot Greg runs towards the toe end of this strange shoe. As Greg runs as fast as he can he tries to figure out what kind of shoe this is. It just feels different then a shoe feels like. Greg looks back and see the foot right behind him and not stopping. Greg lets out a scream as the foot runs over him. He tries to move to squirm his way out but the foot forces him down into the floor of this shoe. The bottom of the foot is forced over the face of Greg. The hot musty moist sock molds itself around Greg. The more he moves the more the wet damp sock sticks to him.

“Come on Larisa, lets go rollerblading already”

“Okay I’m ready lets go”

Shit no, screams through Greg’s mind. This, can’t be a rollerblade, it can’t be. What is going to happen to me when she stands up. This stench, I got to get away from this smell. God help me!!!

br>I have never been in a world of total darkness until now. My eyes are open yet I cant see. My mind reeling with insanity. Insanity from the ability to hear the outside world and not be able to see it. Not being able to find one recognizable point anywhere. Not being able to contain myself anymore I scream out wildly. The second I open my mouth the wet, moist sweat filled cotton enters my mouth. I try to spit out the cotton sock but its to heavy. The sock is literally acting as gag silencing my already inaudible screams. In my mind I can see so clearly how this is all happening now. The sweat forms on her foot and is compounded into a droplet. The droplet of sweat then rolls across the bottom of her foot until its to heavy to maintain balance on her foot and then it drips off into her sock. And stays there while the sweat repeats its process over and over again. The sock is now so dense full of sweat that it cannot contain anymore sweat. So it drips down over my body and now directly into my mouth. I constant stream of sweat falls into my mouth. I try to spit it out but that only puts it back into the dark, sweat filled sock which then sends it right back to me. My stomach feels so queasy from drinking all this sweat. Then to make this all worse her stinky, putrid, sock has forced itself up into my nostrils. So when I breathe in all I smell is her rotten stink.

As the girls careen down the street talking. They both unconsciously skating in the same motion. Applying pressure to there right foot then the left then back to right. As they head down dead mans hill they tuck themselves into a tight ball. The faster they go the more gravity pushes them downward.

“My feet feel like they are going to break through these blades Larisa”

“Yeah no kidding”

Cascading down this hill which seems to be meant for speed and speed alone makes the girls hearts jump for excitement. The hill slowly eases back out to its flat plane. The girls give each other a high five and point towards the rollerblade park. With a smile on there face they both race towards the park.

Greg can feel the girls flying down the street. The wheels from the roller blades directly below him so he can hear the constant grinding of them hitting the roadway. As Natalie skates down the road Greg can feel the pressure increase over his body. As the pressure increases on his body her foot smashes him into the bottom of the rollerblades. As he is pressed into her insole sweat gushes up, over, and around Greg’s body. The gushing sweat like water fly’s through even the tightest of cracks. Greg watches as his body is peeled away from her sock. As the sweat encases his entire body he is forced to hold his breathe with the already little air he has. Just as his lungs feel like they are about to burst the weight shifts back over to her other foot and the sweat water subsides. The dark smelly sock falls back over him sealing his body in the same manner of before. Just before she shifts her weight back onto Greg’s side of her foot he vaguely hears something about dead something hill. Before everything has time to register in Greg’s mind both girls are already going down the hill. Very unexpectedly Natalie’s entire weight is hammered down onto her feet. The sweat from her feet now gushes between her toes so she even she can feel it. Greg not ready for all this was on his intake breathe before she placed her weight on him. Instead of what he expected was going to be air it is sweaty, dirty, water. Greg’s body is trying to frantically escape but the weight on his body is too much for him to budge. Everything is settling into place for Greg. He is going to drown in this girls sweat. Killed by some teenager he never saw, never met. His training, his work, prepared him for death but not like this. Not ever anything like this. Then surprsingly everything subsides. Greg tries to spit out some of the sweat but he has no where to spit out too. He swallows the nasty tasting sweat. A look of disgust crosses his face as it slides down his throat but at the same time a sigh of relief to be alive.

The girls just go across the street and then skate into the park. As they enter the park all kinds of jumps and places to do grinds are everywhere. They skate over to one of the benches and sit down. Natalie crosses and uncrosses her legs and swings her foot back and forth. About an hour passes and they are just about ready to get up and leave as they spot one of there other friends Michelle. Natalie immediately yells out “OH CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won.”

“Your such a dork Natalie”

Natalie glances at Larisa and gives her a gentle shove as they skate up to Michelle.

“Everyone always has to push me around.” Larisa states while trying to supress a laugh.

“Sorry to interupt your fun but we have a game Natalie remember!”

“OH shit, thanks Capt. You should come Larisa, Im sure we can even get ya on the bench.”

“Yeah and then I can sit next to you Nat because I know you wont be playing”

“HA, HA, HA very funny”

“Well hurry up and get your shoes on and we can go in my car”

“Great”

Natalie Quickly slips her foot out of the Rollerblades and then grabs her shoes which she had slung over her shoulder. She unties the shoes from each other and slides her foot in. Barely taking time to tie them she is already up and running to catch up to Michelle with Larisa following closely behind. The three girls slide into the car. The girls stick there rollerblades in the back seat between Larisa’s legs. As the girls ride towards the game each fidgets in there own way. Larisa plays with roller blades pushing them over one way and then catching them with the other foot and then knocking them back the way they just game. While Natalie would scrunch her toes up and then stretch them out.

The girls arrive at the field five minutes before game time. Natalie and Michelle tell Larisa to wait by the bench for them. Larisa heads towards the field as Natalie and michelle head towards the locker room. Quickly changing into there uniforms they sprint out to the field arriving just a minute before kick off. They take there forward positions. They play through the game rather uneventfully.

The pressure placed on Gregs body finally subsides. He lets out a sigh of relief as for the first time in awhile his body isn’t being smashed into the floor of a skate. Just as the pressure subsides a swinging motion begins. Greg’s body is sent sliding down to one end of the rollerblade to the other. As he slides down sweat and dirt is sent careening out of her insole and over his body. Greg slams into one of the walls of the skate just as she tilts her foot back up. Greg is now sent falling downward towards the opposite end of her skate. As he slides his chest is forced against the her insole eating away his skin. This goes on and on for what seems like ever. Then out of no where her foot is once again pressed down onto Gregs body. He cries out in pain as Natalie’s sock covers his raw, friction burned body. He can feel her muscles shift from side to side torturing his tiny frame. Greg struggling to hear what is going on outside but unable to hear a thing over the grinding noise of the wheels hitting the ground. Almost as if god himself finally smiled down on Greg. Natalie’s foot was lifted from the skate. Greg see’s his oppurtunity to escape. As she is transfering her foot Greg uses all the strength he can muster and shoves himself away from her sock. The sock painfully rips away from his body. It feels compareable to someone cutting off all your skin but you are kept alive to feel the entire process. With the last bit of his body free Greg takes in a deep breathe and closes his eyes in pure enjoyment of the moment. Free from that hell, free from that smell, fresh air for the first time in hours entering Greg’s body. Beaming from ear to ear he slowly opens his eyes expecting to see a grassy plain. However all he sees is a Navy blue and white Addidas shoe. He starts kicking his legs and arms in a swimming motion trying to edge himself out of the way of the shoe. Greg looks upward to see a foot speeding downward. Greg crashes into the soft insole of the shoe. As he hits he can immediately smell a musty well worn smell emitting from the shoe. The next few hours are vague as he slips in and out of consciousness under the feet of this girl. Greg finally wakes up many hours later to find himself trapped in a balled up sock.

As Greg starts to stir he can hear the footsteps moving closer and closer and then they drift off into the distance. This is how time passes by for Greg. Sealed away in a balled up smelly, rotten sock. As days pass by the sock starts to only grow more and more foul smelling. For about the millionth time he hears footsteps approach but this time stop.

“Natalie? Are you in here?”

“Natalie!! Im just going to borrow your calculator if you don’t mind”

Greg now shocked to hear a voice so close to him and on top of that a males voice. Greg tries yelling but his plights are inaudible. Hope gone Greg rests in the sock as all hope is given up, the sock is lifted up into the air. Greg can feel the sock being un balled and him tumbling to the ground. With a heavy thud in the plush carpet Greg looks up at his savior. He sees a boy with short blonde hair, blue eyes, he looks to be a little over weight but not fat by any means. Greg stares up at him shocked that he was saved and more surprised he hasn’t been noticed yet. Greg watches intently to what this boy is doing.

“This must be Natalie’s Soccer socks. I bet she wore these at her game almost a week ago.”

The boy lifts the sock up to his nose and breathes in the foul smell and starts to get off on it. Greg starts to slowly creep across the room. After he is about halfway across the room Greg spots the boy dart up and dash out of the room. Not quite putting two and two together Greg decides that now that he is alone it would be easier to change his size to about 4 inches so that he can much easier clear the plushness of the carpet. Just as he does so the door to Natalie’s room swings open. Greg freezes in place as the door opens. He looks down at his watch looking for some kind of reverse button on the process but its much to late for that.

As Natalie parks her Eclipse in the driveway and then heads up the walk towards her front door. A shiver is sent down her spine as she opens the door.

“Its a bit chilly out here today” she thinks to herself.

Natalie opens her front door and spots her brother running full speed down the stairs. She shakes her head in disgust as she heads up stairs. As she is halfway up the stairs she pauses and turns around.

“Jack, I swear if you have been in my room again I am going to pound you, you little runt!”

With that said Natalie continues up the stairs. She un slings her back pack from her shoulder as she opens up her door. She tosses her backpack on the floor. As she walks in her eyes are locked on this little being which is growing in the middle of her room. At first she can barely see it but it seems to keep growing bigger and bigger. Natalie notices the detail of the tiny doll man. His eyes darting around the room in fear and terror. The tiny veins on his body pumping profusely. His size no longer changing Natalie slowly moves forward so not to scare the little man. She watches the little man take a step back for every step she takes. Starting to bend down before the tiny creature Natalie keeps her eyes focused on the creature. Natalie shifts so that she is on her hands and knees as she hovers directly over the tiny man. Her long brown locks of hair encircle the tiny man. Her eyes rapidly looking over the man wondering if he is really real. Natalie slowly moves her hand towards the guy as he steps back.

“Don’t worry little guy, I wont hurt you.”

Natalie continues to move her hand closer and closer. She can feel the heat radiating from the tiny man as her hands enclose around him. She lifts up the man not paying any attention to what he is blurting out. Natalie turns him around and around in her hand looking intently on the little being. As she does so she grows more and more comfortable with the little man and soon she picks herself up from the floor and lays back on her bed all the while holding the man in her locked fist of steel.

Greg tries to tell his body to run but nothing seems to work anymore. His heart starts to pound so fast it feels like his heart is going to come flying out of his chest. Greg starts to stumble backwards as this gigantic girl moves forward. In utter amazement of her grace as she walks forward. Greg notices how his puny steps don’t even measure to her strides. Before he even has time to think he is stumbling end over end. Quickly picking himself up but it being already to late. Her brown locks of hair surround Greg. Memories of what Ana had done to him stream through his head. As her hair envelops the area around him. Before he even has time to be afraid her hand is around him.

“PUT ME DOWN, DO YOU HEAR ME PUT ME DOWN!!! I KNOW YOU UNDERSTAND ENGLISH!!!”

Greg screams as Natalie turns him upside down and flipping him end over end in her hand looking at his body. Greg cant help but notice the fact that he is getting turned on by all of this. The way his dick rubs against the palm of her hand. The way her skin feels so soft and smooth.

“Please, I’m sorry that I made demands. Please put me down. I am begging you please. For god sakes put me down.”

Natalie stands up and walks over to her bed and falls backwards. The world rushes by Greg as she falls back on her bed. All he can do is scream as she bounces a little and then comes to a rest on her bed. Natalie plucks Greg up his right leg and dangles him infront of her face. She blows her hot breath over Gregs body. She watches as the power from her breath alone sends Greg flying like a windsock. A giggle erupts from her as she watches the little man slam into the palm of her hand and slowly come to a rest still dangling from her hand. She lets go of the tiny man and he is sent careening down towards the floor but Natalie snatches him up in mid air with her other hand and closes her fist around him. She can feel the little guy trying to push her fingers away. She smiles down at him as he puts all his weight into just moving one of her fingers. Then out of no where there is a knock at the door. In disgust she lets the tiny guy drop onto her bed.

“Now don’t go anywhere.” She states as she walks towards the door.

I vaguely make out the exchange between Natalie and someone at the door. She quickly spins around and starts heading back towards with me a smile on her face.

“Guess what short stack your going to get to meet my very, very best friend tonight!”

“You can’t be serious I am not some toy you can put on display for your friends”

“Excuse me Tiny Tim I call the shots around here. Your mine, I do what I want, when I want, and how I want with you. And if you don’t like that’s its just to bad because there really isn’t anything you can do about it small fry.”

“I think you better listen here you big bitch!! I am not some object and I have a name my name is Greg and you will address me as such and If I don’t feel like seeing your bratty friend I don’t have too.”

“You have a few things wrong. First of which you are what I call you and if I want you to be named Tim well guess what your name is Tim is that clear? Because if I am not happy your definitely not going to be happy. Secondly I will call you, tease you, order you around, make you my little puppy dog who follows me around every where I go like Mary’s little lamb if I so please.”

I look up at this monstrous girl in front of me and I start to step backwards. I turn my head and look across her bed and realize that I am hopelessly trapped on her bed. My eyes dart around the room and there is nothing and no one to save me. What she has said starts to sink in. I am at her mercy. Before I even can brace myself she scoops me up and I am once again dangling in mid air and then I am set down on the ground. I take off running the second I hit the floor. As I look back I see Natalie’s mouth looming towards me. Her tongue fully extended stroking my bare back.

As my door knocks I cant help but let out a sigh of disgust. I look back at my new toy and smile as I stride towards the door. I open it up expecting to see my best friend but its just my stupid brother.

“Hey Larisa said that she cant come before dinner but will stop by after she eats.”

“Is that all worm? If it is scram you little pecker”

Natalie laughs as her brother sticks out his tongue. She shifts her weight from her let to her right and stomps her foot down on his toes.

“If that’s all you can do little bro your not even worth my time now scram I have more important things to do I mean activities to accomplish that do not require your presence so get out”

“What are you talking about? Activities that require your presence? What the fuck!”

Natalie shoves her brother out and slams and locks the door. As she leans her back against the door she lets out a sigh.

“That was close I hope he doesn’t suspect anything”

Quickly walking back towards her new found joy she extends her hand towards the little creature as he paces backwards. She stifles a giggle as her hand closes around his cold, nude body. She watch’s as his shivers start to go away. The little man starts yelling and making demands but she pays no heed to his squeakings. She starts lowering him towards the floor and then lets him drop. She watches him start to run as he hit’s the ground. A smirk crosses her face as she sees him run. Natalie lowers herself down so she is on all fours. She starts to stick her tongue to feel the little man and press him onward. She takes her finger and pushes him over. using her middle and index finger she plants them on the floor and has them walk towards the fallen man. “I am coming to get you” she says as he gets up she places her two fingers on either side of him. He tries to dart away but she places her other hand in front of him. He turns back to run the other way and spots a gigantic foot in front. Natalie keeps this up for awhile laughing and contorting her body in different positions. With hunger in her mind she scoops up the tiny being in her mouth. Her tongue surrounds and wraps around the little man. Her tongue starts to work over his private area.

Greg starts running in every direction imagineable. He runs in to her hands and feet with each time ending the same way him falling on his butt. Greg tries to get up quickly but this last time she places her mouth over head and sucks in air. Greg grabs the thick carpeting as tightly as he can. His hands burning as he is ripped from the carpet and into her mouth. Greg pushes his hands outside of her lips and is trying too pull himself up but he is held firmly in place inside her mouth. Her tongue wrapping around him and massaging him, pleasuring him. Greg screams as he feels his body falling backwards. He grabs onto her lips and then realizing that it was just Natalie falling back on her bed. Greg bursts his load several times as her tongue goes to work on his body. Greg screaming out and his dick throbbing in pain. Then he faintly hears a knock at the door. Everything stops as he feels her move from side to side. As she starts talking Greg’s ears are bombarding with the inaudible tones. Wanting to cover his ears but at the same time not wanting to let go her lips.

Natalie starts prodding the little man. She smiles as she feels his hands outside her lips pounding pressing and pulling trying to free himself. She tastes his little orgasms as it splats against her tongue. Natalie closes her eyes and just relax’s knowing that she is in full control. As there is a knock at her door again Natalie sighs and stands up. She feels her little mans feet banging against her tongue as she moves towards the door. Her face in a look of disgust as she opens the door but quickly turns to a smile.

“Hey Larisa guess what?”

Natalie sticks out her tongue revealing a tiny man holding onto her tongue. Larisa stares at the tiny man.

Greg stares up at Larisa for second time in his life. Looking into her big blue eyes. He spots her moving closer and closer with her eyes locked on him. Her mouth opens up and Greg lets out a cry for help. Soon he is locked in darkness. With larisa’s tongue now wrapped over the top of his body. He can feel the suction of her powerful body tugging him into her mouth. HE can feel Natalie release her suction and he goes flying into her mouth. The two girl’s tongues almost slap Greg. He panic’s as he watches Natalie’s mouth move away. Greg wraps his arms around Larisa’s tongue just like he is hugging it. Time streches into hours, weeks, days, years, centuries, its almost like he is buried alive and forced to live out his life locked in a coffin. Then the tongue is flung out into daylight almost on cue. Greg watches as he and Larisa’s tongue is flung through Natalies walls. Greg is pressed and shoved into her walls. Greg slowly sliding off of larisa’s tongue. As she pulls out her tongue Greg loses his grip and watches helplessly as the tongue vanishes from the hole. Greg starts kicking and flailing his arms wildly. As he does so he can feel a hot liquid rising at his feet. The thought of Natalie orgasming with him inside of her only makes Greg flail more and more. Then the ceiling parts as Larisa’s tongue is inserted back in. He shoved deep into dark hole. Greg grabs the tip of Larisa’s tongue as a wash of cum is erupted out of Natalies hole. Greg is shot into Larisa’s mouth. He hit’s the back of her throat and then starts to fall foreward . He flashes by her teeth and grabs the end of her tongue which is fully extended. Greg then watches as Natalies thick tree trunk like fingers shove larisa’s tongue and him into her mouth. Larisa then turns Greg over and he lands in the spot under her tongue. Greg starts to stand up but her tongue is then lowered into a resting positon above him. Greg Starts to push up on the tongue but as he pushes it up his body starts to shrink back down to its normal size. The tongue now way to heavy for him to lift is slammed down into a resting postion on top of Greg.

“Take care of my little man Larisa, I have a date tonight and I don’t want a little man running around my room”

Larisa smiles as she grabs her coat and walks out the door.


As I rest under Larisa’s tongue I can feel her body rise and fall with each step she takes. We well when I say we I mean Larisa. The longer she walks the more I get sick. I do all I can do to just not to vomit. As I lay here I smell her rotten breath. I never knew that in your own mouth you rarely have fresh breath. When I was outside of her mouth I didn’t notice a thing but from in here I can smell it rather easily. From in her mouth I heard her knock on someone’s door. I immediately put my hands over my ears so I could comfortably hear what she was going to say.

“Hey Michelle, I am not late am I?”

“Come on in girl.”

To my horror she walks into the house. This is when I start flailing my body and digging into the soft tissue under her tongue. I was surprised when her tongue was raised up. I started to stand up when her tongue is slammed down on top of me. The force of which her tongue hits me at is more then I expected. I get slammed into the bottom of her tongue. My head is spinning and my vision blurs as my head hit’s the bottom of her tongue. As Larisa starts talking to various people my head starts to ring and my ears start to bleed. I felt allot like I have all along very helpless. As I think that it cant get any worse I can taste a mixture of orange juice and vodka pass by my body. I the orange juice and vodka shoots over my body and down my throat and hers. I try to spit it out but what feels like a hundred gallons enters my much diminished body. I start to immediately feel the effects.

I grab my coat from the back of Natalie’s chair and bounce down the stairs. As I get in my car I can feel the little man squirming under my tongue. I cant help but love the feeling of power it gives me. To have the control of a another person. The thoughts of just swallowing him pass by my mind but I just couldn’t do it. He is still a man even if he is so very tiny. I want to help him but I also like having a guy like this. As I pull into Michelle’s drive way I can already see over a dozen cars parked in front of her house. Not sure what to do with him I Just leave him where he is. As I start drinking I totally forget about the little guy. Before I know it I am back home brushing my teeth and I spit the tiny man out. Highly buzzed I didn’t even realize till I was done brushing that he was down there. I quickly pick him up and rinse him off in the sink and stagger back towards my room. As I get into my room I only have sleep on my mind. I quickly fall onto my bed.

My night seemed to go on forever. From under her tongue I feel like I must have drank a entire oceans worth of alcohol. I never realized how much a teenager could drink. I see her mouth open up real wide this time. With all the alcohol in her I am the last thing on he remind. As I stand up to scamper out a shot of whisky shoots me in the face. I fall over backwards as I fall unconscious I start to wonder if she got any of that.

I don’t know if it’s a side effect to the Drinking process but as I wake up I can feel her walking up the stairs. As she enters her room I am glad that I will finally get to leave her tongue. As her mouth opens up I am for the first time ready to leap into one of these giantesses arms. Instead of being saved I am assaulted by a toothbrush. She starts scrubbing her teeth and wet runny toothpaste covers my body Soon her entire mouth is this bluish green toothpaste. I try to grab onto something, anything but there is nothing. Soon I find the toothbrush slammed into my back and pressing me into her tongue as she brushes it. The bristles of her toothbrush are run across my back. I try to push upwards or crawl out from under it but she runs the toothbrush up and down her tongue so fast I am just carried with it. She then pulls her toothbrush and me out of her mouth. She spit’s the toothpaste out of her mouth and me and the toothbrush are brought back into her mouth . My body is sent into her teeth. As my head hits one of her hard teeth I am pressed into tooth after tooth I finally am released from this prison but I land in the space between her lip and lower teeth. This time I am shoved face first into the bristles of her toothbrush. Now as she brushes her teeth she rubs up against my swollen member. I am forced to orgasm multiple times and then I am spat from her mouth and drop into the sink. A very used and dirty feeling crosses my mind as I drip with her toothpaste towards the drain. I lay with the rest of her toothpaste here. I slowly start to look up but I am met with another barrage of toothpaste slamming against my body. About five or so minute pass by and almost every visible part of my body is covered and I am left trying to wave my arms up at her. As she lowers her head to turn the water on her eyes luckily lock on me.

“Hello there little man. What are you doing down there? Were you in my nasty old mouth all night. Here let me get you out but your in that nasty toothpaste let me rinse it off you first. “

As she turns on the water my body is now under a enormous amount of pressure. The water is slowly turned off and a smiling Larisa greets me. Her fingers pluck me out of the sink and I am carried off to her room with her ripping her clothes off as she goes. I try to squirm out of her grip but she is much to strong. I then look up at her just as she falls onto her bed.

“How did you get so little? And you better speak up or else I might flush you like I do the other tiny bugs I find.”

In her drunken state I wouldn’t put it past her so I decide that now might be a good time to tell the truth because its bad enough being captured by a person who isn’t mad at you let alone a person who is furious at you.

“Well it was my mission to spy on you?”

“Mission? You sound like a spy?”

“Well I am sort of. I am a federal agent you see my parents were killed in a car accident on the way home. I had to remain in the hospital a extra day for some tests and they were killed by a drunk driver. So I was raised by a undercover branch of the government. Look, I don’t know a lot about you or what other teenagers do. I am only 16 but I have never been off base alone before. I am just doing my job. If you just help me get back to the base I am sure they will pay you what you want and I will leave your family alone. Please just let me go. I don’t know who you are or what teenagers your well our age I guess are suppose to act and do but I know they aren’t suppose to drink but just let me go please.”

“Umm no, your cute and I like you. I don’t want to move so you can just stay in my arms okay little guy. You’re the first guy to see me naked so you should feel honored.”

I try to fight her response but I soon notice that she is fast asleep. I took this opportunity to escape her now loosened grip. As I walked across her bed I felt a moving as I the bed started to bounce up and down a little bit. As I turn around I see Larisa turning over. I take off running for the end of her bed. As I am dashing I feel like Indiana Jones running from that giant boulder. However I don’t end up as lucky as him. Her weight slams me into her bed and then I bounce back up and stick. As I look at my surroundings I realize that I am shoved into the area between her breasts. I start trying to fight my way out but I cant move and my arms pinned down. I sigh as I realize how long this night is going to be as Larisa turns back over onto her back. With all her tossing and turning I don’t get a lot of time to sleep. All I can do is think about my excuse I am going to give when Larisa wakes up.
I vaguely make out the exchange between Natalie and someone at the door. She quickly spins around and starts heading back towards with me a smile on her face.

“Guess what short stack your going to get to meet my very, very best friend tonight!”

“You can’t be serious I am not some toy you can put on display for your friends”

“Excuse me Tiny Tim I call the shots around here. Your mine, I do what I want, when I want, and how I want with you. And if you don’t like that’s its just to bad because there really isn’t anything you can do about it small fry.”

“I think you better listen here you big bitch!! I am not some object and I have a name my name is Greg and you will address me as such and If I don’t feel like seeing your bratty friend I don’t have too.”

“You have a few things wrong. First of which you are what I call you and if I want you to be named Tim well guess what your name is Tim is that clear? Because if I am not happy your definitely not going to be happy. Secondly I will call you, tease you, order you around, make you my little puppy dog who follows me around every where I go like Mary’s little lamb if I so please.”

I look up at this monstrous girl in front of me and I start to step backwards. I turn my head and look across her bed and realize that I am hopelessly trapped on her bed. My eyes dart around the room and there is nothing and no one to save me. What she has said starts to sink in. I am at her mercy. Before I even can brace myself she scoops me up and I am once again dangling in mid air and then I am set down on the ground. I take off running the second I hit the floor. As I look back I see Natalie’s mouth looming towards me. Her tongue fully extended stroking my bare back.

As my door knocks I cant help but let out a sigh of disgust. I look back at my new toy and smile as I stride towards the door. I open it up expecting to see my best friend but its just my stupid brother.

“Hey Larisa said that she cant come before dinner but will stop by after she eats.”

“Is that all worm? If it is scram you little pecker”

Natalie laughs as her brother sticks out his tongue. She shifts her weight from her let to her right and stomps her foot down on his toes.

“If that’s all you can do little bro your not even worth my time now scram I have more important things to do I mean activities to accomplish that do not require your presence so get out”

“What are you talking about? Activities that require your presence? What the fuck!”

Natalie shoves her brother out and slams and locks the door. As she leans her back against the door she lets out a sigh.

“That was close I hope he doesn’t suspect anything”

Quickly walking back towards her new found joy she extends her hand towards the little creature as he paces backwards. She stifles a giggle as her hand closes around his cold, nude body. She watch’s as his shivers start to go away. The little man starts yelling and making demands but she pays no heed to his squeakings. She starts lowering him towards the floor and then lets him drop. She watches him start to run as he hit’s the ground. A smirk crosses her face as she sees him run. Natalie lowers herself down so she is on all fours. She starts to stick her tongue to feel the little man and press him onward. She takes her finger and pushes him over. using her middle and index finger she plants them on the floor and has them walk towards the fallen man. “I am coming to get you” she says as he gets up she places her two fingers on either side of him. He tries to dart away but she places her other hand in front of him. He turns back to run the other way and spots a gigantic foot in front. Natalie keeps this up for awhile laughing and contorting her body in different positions. With hunger in her mind she scoops up the tiny being in her mouth. Her tongue surrounds and wraps around the little man. Her tongue starts to work over his private area.

Greg starts running in every direction imagineable. He runs in to her hands and feet with each time ending the same way him falling on his butt. Greg tries to get up quickly but this last time she places her mouth over head and sucks in air. Greg grabs the thick carpeting as tightly as he can. His hands burning as he is ripped from the carpet and into her mouth. Greg pushes his hands outside of her lips and is trying too pull himself up but he is held firmly in place inside her mouth. Her tongue wrapping around him and massaging him, pleasuring him. Greg screams as he feels his body falling backwards. He grabs onto her lips and then realizing that it was just Natalie falling back on her bed. Greg bursts his load several times as her tongue goes to work on his body. Greg screaming out and his dick throbbing in pain. Then he faintly hears a knock at the door. Everything stops as he feels her move from side to side. As she starts talking Greg’s ears are bombarding with the inaudible tones. Wanting to cover his ears but at the same time not wanting to let go her lips.

Natalie starts prodding the little man. She smiles as she feels his hands outside her lips pounding pressing and pulling trying to free himself. She tastes his little orgasms as it splats against her tongue. Natalie closes her eyes and just relax’s knowing that she is in full control. As there is a knock at her door again Natalie sighs and stands up. She feels her little mans feet banging against her tongue as she moves towards the door. Her face in a look of disgust as she opens the door but quickly turns to a smile.

“Hey Larisa guess what?”

Natalie sticks out her tongue revealing a tiny man holding onto her tongue. Larisa stares at the tiny man.

Greg stares up at Larisa for second time in his life. Looking into her big blue eyes. He spots her moving closer and closer with her eyes locked on him. Her mouth opens up and Greg lets out a cry for help. Soon he is locked in darkness. With larisa’s tongue now wrapped over the top of his body. He can feel the suction of her powerful body tugging him into her mouth. HE can feel Natalie release her suction and he goes flying into her mouth. The two girl’s tongues almost slap Greg. He panic’s as he watches Natalie’s mouth move away. Greg wraps his arms around Larisa’s tongue just like he is hugging it. Time streches into hours, weeks, days, years, centuries, its almost like he is buried alive and forced to live out his life locked in a coffin. Then the tongue is flung out into daylight almost on cue. Greg watches as he and Larisa’s tongue is flung through Natalies walls. Greg is pressed and shoved into her walls. Greg slowly sliding off of larisa’s tongue. As she pulls out her tongue Greg loses his grip and watches helplessly as the tongue vanishes from the hole. Greg starts kicking and flailing his arms wildly. As he does so he can feel a hot liquid rising at his feet. The thought of Natalie orgasming with him inside of her only makes Greg flail more and more. Then the ceiling parts as Larisa’s tongue is inserted back in. He shoved deep into dark hole. Greg grabs the tip of Larisa’s tongue as a wash of cum is erupted out of Natalies hole. Greg is shot into Larisa’s mouth. He hit’s the back of her throat and then starts to fall foreward . He flashes by her teeth and grabs the end of her tongue which is fully extended. Greg then watches as Natalies thick tree trunk like fingers shove larisa’s tongue and him into her mouth. Larisa then turns Greg over and he lands in the spot under her tongue. Greg starts to stand up but her tongue is then lowered into a resting positon above him. Greg Starts to push up on the tongue but as he pushes it up his body starts to shrink back down to its normal size. The tongue now way to heavy for him to lift is slammed down into a resting postion on top of Greg.

“Take care of my little man Larisa, I have a date tonight and I don’t want a little man running around my room”

Larisa smiles as she grabs her coat and walks out the door.

As I rest under Larisa’s tongue I can feel her body rise and fall with each step she takes. We well when I say we I mean Larisa. The longer she walks the more I get sick. I do all I can do to just not to vomit. As I lay here I smell her rotten breath. I never knew that in your own mouth you rarely have fresh breath. When I was outside of her mouth I didn’t notice a thing but from in here I can smell it rather easily. From in her mouth I heard her knock on someone’s door. I immediately put my hands over my ears so I could comfortably hear what she was going to say.

“Hey Michelle, I am not late am I?”

“Come on in girl.”

To my horror she walks into the house. This is when I start flailing my body and digging into the soft tissue under her tongue. I was surprised when her tongue was raised up. I started to stand up when her tongue is slammed down on top of me. The force of which her tongue hits me at is more then I expected. I get slammed into the bottom of her tongue. My head is spinning and my vision blurs as my head hit’s the bottom of her tongue. As Larisa starts talking to various people my head starts to ring and my ears start to bleed. I felt allot like I have all along very helpless. As I think that it cant get any worse I can taste a mixture of orange juice and vodka pass by my body. I the orange juice and vodka shoots over my body and down my throat and hers. I try to spit it out but what feels like a hundred gallons enters my much diminished body. I start to immediately feel the effects.

I grab my coat from the back of Natalie’s chair and bounce down the stairs. As I get in my car I can feel the little man squirming under my tongue. I cant help but love the feeling of power it gives me. To have the control of a another person. The thoughts of just swallowing him pass by my mind but I just couldn’t do it. He is still a man even if he is so very tiny. I want to help him but I also like having a guy like this. As I pull into Michelle’s drive way I can already see over a dozen cars parked in front of her house. Not sure what to do with him I Just leave him where he is. As I start drinking I totally forget about the little guy. Before I know it I am back home brushing my teeth and I spit the tiny man out. Highly buzzed I didn’t even realize till I was done brushing that he was down there. I quickly pick him up and rinse him off in the sink and stagger back towards my room. As I get into my room I only have sleep on my mind. I quickly fall onto my bed.

My night seemed to go on forever. From under her tongue I feel like I must have drank a entire oceans worth of alcohol. I never realized how much a teenager could drink. I see her mouth open up real wide this time. With all the alcohol in her I am the last thing on he remind. As I stand up to scamper out a shot of whisky shoots me in the face. I fall over backwards as I fall unconscious I start to wonder if she got any of that.

I don’t know if it’s a side effect to the Drinking process but as I wake up I can feel her walking up the stairs. As she enters her room I am glad that I will finally get to leave her tongue. As her mouth opens up I am for the first time ready to leap into one of these giantesses arms. Instead of being saved I am assaulted by a toothbrush. She starts scrubbing her teeth and wet runny toothpaste covers my body Soon her entire mouth is this bluish green toothpaste. I try to grab onto something, anything but there is nothing. Soon I find the toothbrush slammed into my back and pressing me into her tongue as she brushes it. The bristles of her toothbrush are run across my back. I try to push upwards or crawl out from under it but she runs the toothbrush up and down her tongue so fast I am just carried with it. She then pulls her toothbrush and me out of her mouth. She spit’s the toothpaste out of her mouth and me and the toothbrush are brought back into her mouth . My body is sent into her teeth. As my head hits one of her hard teeth I am pressed into tooth after tooth I finally am released from this prison but I land in the space between her lip and lower teeth. This time I am shoved face first into the bristles of her toothbrush. Now as she brushes her teeth she rubs up against my swollen member. I am forced to orgasm multiple times and then I am spat from her mouth and drop into the sink. A very used and dirty feeling crosses my mind as I drip with her toothpaste towards the drain. I lay with the rest of her toothpaste here. I slowly start to look up but I am met with another barrage of toothpaste slamming against my body. About five or so minute pass by and almost every visible part of my body is covered and I am left trying to wave my arms up at her. As she lowers her head to turn the water on her eyes luckily lock on me.

“Hello there little man. What are you doing down there? Were you in my nasty old mouth all night. Here let me get you out but your in that nasty toothpaste let me rinse it off you first. “

As she turns on the water my body is now under a enormous amount of pressure. The water is slowly turned off and a smiling Larisa greets me. Her fingers pluck me out of the sink and I am carried off to her room with her ripping her clothes off as she goes. I try to squirm out of her grip but she is much to strong. I then look up at her just as she falls onto her bed.

“How did you get so little? And you better speak up or else I might flush you like I do the other tiny bugs I find.”

In her drunken state I wouldn’t put it past her so I decide that now might be a good time to tell the truth because its bad enough being captured by a person who isn’t mad at you let alone a person who is furious at you.

“Well it was my mission to spy on you?”

“Mission? You sound like a spy?”

“Well I am sort of. I am a federal agent you see my parents were killed in a car accident on the way home. I had to remain in the hospital a extra day for some tests and they were killed by a drunk driver. So I was raised by a undercover branch of the government. Look, I don’t know a lot about you or what other teenagers do. I am only 16 but I have never been off base alone before. I am just doing my job. If you just help me get back to the base I am sure they will pay you what you want and I will leave your family alone. Please just let me go. I don’t know who you are or what teenagers your well our age I guess are suppose to act and do but I know they aren’t suppose to drink but just let me go please.”
“Umm no, your cute and I like you. I don’t want to move so you can just stay in my arms okay little guy. You’re the first guy to see me naked so you should feel honored.”

I try to fight her response but I soon notice that she is fast asleep. I took this opportunity to escape her now loosened grip. As I walked across her bed I felt a moving as I the bed started to bounce up and down a little bit. As I turn around I see Larisa turning over. I take off running for the end of her bed. As I am dashing I feel like Indiana Jones running from that giant boulder. However I don’t end up as lucky as him. Her weight slams me into her bed and then I bounce back up and stick. As I look at my surroundings I realize that I am shoved into the area between her breasts. I start trying to fight my way out but I cant move and my arms pinned down. I sigh as I realize how long this night is going to be as Larisa turns back over onto her back. With all her tossing and turning I don’t get a lot of time to sleep. All I can do is think about my excuse I am going to give when Larisa wakes up.
To Be Continued.......