Crystal's enormous face loomed before me, the edge of my vision taken up by her red hair, which flowed down the sides of her face like some kind of strange waterfall of red steel. Her freckles looked like frisbees on her cheek, and her nostrils flared as she exhaled, blowing a hot wine smelling wind that felt warm as it blew my mangled hair about.

Her nose then shriveled up, her blue eyes looking like strange pale blue pools as they directed themselves at me. She snorted, the sound hurting my ears, as I felt another gust of hot wind.

“Yooouuuu smell like feeet” She boomed, causing my ears to suddenly ring as the hot wine smelling air rushed past.

“We're gonnna haaave to cleean youuu up...” She roared, before pausing to hiccup

“... before I'm gonnna plaaaay wiiith yoooouu” She started to giggle, each laugh like some strange female thunder.

The way Crystal stared at me chilled me to my core, and I suddenly remembered Stephanie drunkenly cleaning me, her own eyes full of a strange lust in which she milked me dry while telling me to call her momma. And even though it wasn't consensual, the memory wasn't scary in comparison to the girl who held me now. It suddenly occurred to me that I was still naked, but Crystal's fingers were mercifully wrapped around me as to hide my shame. Also, disgustingly, I was covered with a layer of grime and slipper fluff, to the point I could see some of it on my nose.

I was about to protest; the last thing I wanted was to be cleaned by Crystal in this terrifying state of hers. Knowing now that she had a crush on me didn't make me feel any better. And then her voice boomed once more.

“Let's get youuu backk to your cuute lil house and you can – hic – showerrrr...” She thundered, looking off to somewhere behind me, before her gaze turned slowly back to me once again leaving me feeling cold.

Her bright blue eyes locked onto me, the whites of them now pink from the marijuana. Her pupils slowly dilated as she stared at me, leaving me feeling more exposed as they slowly expanded, eventually reaching the size that if it was a manhole I could fall into.

And then I was falling, with blast of wind and the world a blur around me . But Crystal's huge hands never let go of me, and my momentum suddenly went taught like a bungee jump where the line was too tight, forcing my head to jerk downward while the rest of my body remained in place within the warm grip of Crystal's fingers.

Everything seemed to spin as Crystal moved, a sudden intense vibration coming from her hand as she took a step forward, but I couldn't be sure as she swung her arms. It felt like I was on an out of control roller coaster. I became dizzy, closing my eyes.

It felt like they were shut for only a second as I felt the terrifying speed, before everything was quiet, and still. When I opened them, I could see myself facing the porch of the doll house, my body slowly approaching it until I hovered over the banister under the overhanging roof that made up the second floor. And then the porch seemed to raise around me, until I felt my feet touch the cold plastic floor, and the hot pressure on my sides disappeared, the weight of my body on my legs returning leaving me feeling almost disoriented.

The lack of heat around my body made me realize I was naked, and I instinctively went to cover myself, but I was also equally confused and surprised by how gently Crystal moved me here. I found myself moving towards the door, before I felt Crystal's booming voice vibrate through the floor as the sound came out from behind me.

“Nowwww you gooooo showerrr cutie...” She paused, her slurred words drawn out to the point of leaving her out of breath.

“... and Imma gooo too – hic -” She thundered, before her hiccuping cut her off.

Hearing her words filled me with relief.

Thank God. I thought. This nightmare of a night is finally over.

But her voice continued to boom.

“... and get rrready to plaaay withh you...”

She paused once more, and I was filled with dread at the impending thought. I had to make an attempt to stop this night now.

“... Ok?” She boomed.

I paused nervously, before finding some bravery to turn around, covering my johnson with my hands. I felt almost delirious, but it was actually just fear, forcing me to put on a brave attempt to prevent this night from going any further.

“Look, Crystal...” I started, before turning around. The porch I stood on was already far too big for my tiny body, making me feel more like a toddler than a normal sized person, but it still offered some sense of normalcy, the world around me now oriented to this scale I was familiar with living for the last week. But when I saw what was before me, I once again paused in fear, the dread from the previous night washing over me.

A massive pink field spread in all directions I could see, the walls and furniture in the distance looking out of focus mountains. It wasn't clear but from the relative position I could around me, it looked like the dollhouse was in the center of the room. But blocking my view of anything in front of the house was Crystal, who appeared to be about 100 yards away, her red dress rippling and swaying like a giant red river that hung over a skyscraper. I could see her thighs shape underneath the redness at the bottom, like large red zeppelins lying on the ground, before ascending up into her skyscraper like body – she was on her knees. The light from the ceiling obscured her pale face, but her red hair seemed to glow like a waterfall of red chains that flowed over her shoulders, each one twinkling in the light as they swayed. Her freckles were faint and hard to see, but I could still see the pink and blue from her eyes. And even though it was difficult to see her expression clearly, I could tell she was thoroughly intoxicated.

I hesitated to speak as the skyscraper of a woman stirred, causing me to instinctively take a step back in fear as the behemoth moved at unnatural speed. The red zeppelin thighs lifted instantaneously as the red skyscraper flew rapidly into the air like rocket.

It instantly turned dark as living mountain blocked the light, leaving my porch cast in shadow, and it was then I saw a huge pale white tower seemingly flying towards me.

BOOOOOOM

The sudden explosion of energy caused a small earthquake, the windows and doors of the house clattering as the vibrations caused me to lose my balance, nearly falling over as I instinctively, moved my arms away from my crotch to maintain my balance, catching myself on a post of the oversized banister that ran around the edge of the porch.

As the shaking stopped, I looked to see what terror had landed only dozens of yard from the porch. It was Crystal's foot, the enormous bus like thing merging into the pale white tower before it disappeared under the massive red cloth, ascending up into the sky before the rest of it was cut off from my vision by the roof of the porch. I could only tremble in fear, before I realized I hadn't breathed for a few seconds and I felt like I started to hyperventilate. I was transfixed by it before the french manicured toes on the massive thing pushed through the pink field, flattening the strands as they spun to the side, before revealing the back of her foot. There were pink strands of carpet pasted into the bottom of her pale skin, the color pinker on her heel and side of her foot, before the whole thing jettisoned off into the distance.

BOOM

The porch shook as her foot landed further away, her red dress swaying like a living statue of liberty as the light returned onto the porch.

BOOM

As Crystal reached the far off door, I could see her full form again, no longer obscured by the top of the porch, and at this distance it almost looked like I was simply lying on the floor, like she was a normal sized girl. Yet everything was out of focus, and I was still trembling as I stared at the skyscraper of a girl as it paused and turned in the doorway.

“BRB!” She thundered, before giggling, the door closing behind her as she left the room.

I held onto the post of the banister trembling as the world seemed to grow quiet for a second, before a wave of exhaustion washed over me, my legs suddenly feeling heavy with new aches and pains on my body. The quiet felt like it only lasted a few seconds, before I heard a strange booming echo, a quiet snore from off in the distance, a sound I had become familiar with from Stephanie sleeping, before I could hear the quiet breathing of Amoe. The sofa she was on was off to my left, and the bed with Stephanie was off to the right, and from here on the porch I could only see the bottom and far halves of the things. There was a blanket draping over Amoe's form as she slept, what I presumed her legs were visible like a mountain range on top the couch, before ascending to a peak where her foot was. I shivered at the thought of it. To the right was a similar situation, but most of Stephanie's body was cut off from the mattress except the yellow painted toenails and the black skin from the top of her foot like a strange tower. A gray blanket fell off the edge, with loose strands falling like vines over the side of the beds wooden frame. I could see her shoes in the darkness below the bed, and I found myself lost in a memory as I stared at the red sandal with the large heel lying inverted underneath it, the thing falling at me from the sky as Linh dropped it towards me as she played her cruel game.

I was still trembling having not yet moved, clutching the banister, when I finally left the memory. Unsure of how much time had past, I finally went into the house.

***

The lukewarm water poured out of the makeshift shower head installed out of the bathroom on the second floor as I stared at peach colored plastic wall. Stephanie had rigged this elaborate setup to provide me some basic plumbing, using a water feeder for a hamster, and since the dollhouse was one of those reconfigurable/customization ones that let you swap out pieces and rearrange layouts as you pleased, allowed the option for her to install a custom floor panel that she had specifically built to allow for drainage, with a plastic hose running out of the side to a basin kept under the house. For all intents and purposes, I had plumbing, which I guess I should have been thankful for. It was also by some small mercy that someone, who I could only assume was Stephanie as well, remembered to swap out the feeder which had been full of beer with water again before she went to bed. This bathroom was located towards the front of the house, in the corner on the left hand side (the left if you were in the house that is). There was no window towards the front of the house, another mercy to provide some privacy, but there was still a window to the side.

Before I had gotten in the shower I had taken advantage of the plumbing to puke for god knows how long. I felt nauseous the instant I had entered the house, running into the bathroom to throw up a vile mess of mush and fuzz, strange little hard pieces of white and black things lining the slipper goop that had been forced down my throat by Amoe's toes, my body almost convulsing as I did it, before I nearly passed out from exhaustion next to the toilet. But the awful taste of the stuff almost forcibly replayed the event in my mind, causing my adrenaline to spike in terror of the memory, before I ran into the shower, bringing the makeshift toothbrush with me to clean my body of the fuzz and wash the taste from mouth.

And now, after god knows how long I had stood here, my trembling slowly abated, till it felt like I was only shivering, the exhaustion of the day slowly returning to my aching body.

ERREERRRRR

Even over the sound of pouring water the strange noise seemed to echo like an strange animal cry. I could only freeze, anxiety creeping back into me.

BOOM

I could feel the vibrations even as the water poured from above, my body starting to tremble in fear once more.

BOOOM

I heard the door to the shower rattle as the whole house began to shake. I was once again holding my breath in terror.

BOOOOOOOM

The whole house shook as the windows and doors violently rattled, the shower door swinging open with a bang. The makeshift shelf for the soap and jury rigged shampoo bottle clattered to the floor, and I barely maintained my balanced as I braced myself against the wall of the shower.

And then, nothing. I could hear no sound except the sound of the shower and my own sobbing breath as I tried stop myself from crying in fear, the vibrations having suddenly stopped.

I took more one deep haggard breath as my anxiety spiked. I didn't bother to reach down to pick up the soap or shampoo, the simple act of leaning down feeling like a herculean task as my brain filled me with signals to run in fear. But somewhere in my brain I also knew there was nowhere for me to go, and I wanted to sit down in the shower and cry, but for some reason the act of doing nothing was equally scary.

I found myself stepping out of the shower, like I was watching my own movements as something else piloted my body, reaching down to grab the small cloth Stephanie provided me to use as an oversized towel, which now lay haphazard on the floor, having fallen at some point from the towel rack during one of the previous booming quakes. Time seemed to pass in slow motion as I did, the quiet sound of the dripping shower head the only noise I could hear beside my own jittered breath.

FWEEEWEH

The noise came from the window to my left, and it sounded like the wind, one of the plastic shutters made a strange squeaking noise before clattering into the side of the house. I could feel my head turning, the muscles in my neck and chest I used to pivot feeling heavy.

For a second, I wasn't sure what I was looking at. It looked like a pool of blue crystal with a black hole in the center, with gray and white lines seemingly overlapping each other, making it look like of waves falling into the black hole in the center.

“Heeey Cuuutie”

The booming voice caused the house to vibrate, and I took a step back in fright when I realized what I was looking at, nearly dropping my towel, only hold enough to keep my lower half covered from the front as the rest fell onto the floor. I almost fell over as I stumbled backwards, the enormous eye that took up the entire window suddenly shifting unnaturally, almost looking like a robot in how quickly it shifted to look at me.

“Niiiice digs” Crystal thundered, before giggling, each crack of her voice vibrating the floor beneath me feet. The eye darted from me to the left, and back to me, each movement faster than I could see, almost like it was instantaneous.

“Wanna roomate?” She roared, the eye focusing on me once more, the black pupil shifting from smaller to large like it wanted get as much light possible to study every inch of my tiny form.

I could hear her breath blowing against the window, a strange plastic rattle before I could smell her warm wine breath, the thing blowing my towel and hair around as if it was a strong gust of hot wind.

I was frozen as the eye stared at me, before it suddenly disappeared, a blur of skin and red hair flying past the window. And before I could see where it came from, there was suddenly french manicured nail attached to a pale, tree trunk sized appendage, the rest of which disappeared beyond the edge of the window.

“Looky here, Maaarky. I gotcha some clothesss. Put em on, and then come on out and plaaay”

Her booming voice rattled the house, and I watched an oversized cup fall off from the edge of the sink onto the floor. I stared at the window in a mix of fear and awe at the finger, the huge appendage pushed now up into the window frame, causing the plastic bars that ran in a cross pattern across it to warp and bend, the wall moving inward. But on top of the finger were clearly articles of clothes, what appeared to be polka dot colored pair of shorts and shirt, and even a pair underwear. They look like they might even fit me.

“Ooonceee I knewww you werrrre tiiiiny I -hic- went through my ooold toooys and fouund theeese.” She paused and once again giggled, the sound cracking like deep feminine gunfire. As she did, I could see the wall and window frame warp as her finger pressed in and out of it, and the whole house once again beginning to shake.

I stumbled forward, barely holding onto my towel as I did, nearly slipping as I held one arm out to maintain my balance, catching myself on the windowsill that was now bending inward. At my underized scale for the dollhouse, the windowsill came up to my just below my shoulders, making me feel even smaller.

Before I even lifted my head up from the plastic edge I held onto, I could feel the heat from the enormous pale finger. I could only see the top portion of the strange fleshy log, the folds on her knuckles looking like the skin version of a frozen splash of water. The hairs covering her finger were silver in color, appearing before and after the folds of skin on her knuckle like well trimmed grass.

And then I tilted my head up further, a tremendous, billowing red wall occupying the rest of the space in my vision. And above that I could see Crystal's smiling face like a blimp, her red hair drooping across one of her eyes and rolling over her shoulder in haphazard fashion.

“Heeeey thereee tiiiiiinyyyy” She thundered, before giggling, her booming voice vibrating through her finger, causing the house to shake, her finger pressing into the plastic wall causing the windowsill to bend in and out. Her deafening giggles continued, the house shaking to the point where I could hear the shower door opening and slamming behind me, the plastic walls and floor making a strange noise like they might collapse I held my grip tighter with my free hand on the windowsill, but the thunders of giggles didn't stop, the shaking of the house becoming more intense to the point that even gripping as hard I could I started to slip, and so I instinctually dropped the towel with my other hand and grabbed onto the windowsill.

And just as quickly as I started, her giggles stopped, the house suddenly silent except for the shower door which still swung slowly behind me, making the same eerie plastic noise. It seemed like the world was still shaking, only for me to realize that I was trembling as I held onto the windowsill, finding myself gasping as I held my breath in panic.

“Grab your clooothes siiiiily” The giantess boomed, causing my anxiety to rise once more. I tilted my head downwards towards the pale log of a finger, Crystal's red dress still swaying in the background of my vision like some kind of enormous theater curtain, and there were a set of clothes, a polka dot colored pair of shorts, a shirt, and pair of underwear, each one laying on top of the other. I stared at them, trembling, but I could see they might actually fit me. I wasn't sure where Crystal had got them, but I was too afraid to do anything but obey, even though I was terrified of the enormous log pressing into the window. I reached my arm out hesitantly, knowing that if the finger lifted upward it could snap my arm off, slowly approaching the clothes until I my fingers were a few inches away. I then grasped them all with a big handful, pulling them back through the window as fast as I could, like a stray dog stealing a snack.

The thunder of giggles returned, causing the house to shake once more and forcing me to reach out and grasp the windowsill again, before the finger disappeared. The house stopped shaking, but I could still feel the vibrations of her giggles through the floor.

“Gooo ahead” Crytal boomed, her voice causing the house to vibrate. I hadn't stopped trembling. “Put them on, Maaaarky-pooooo”

In my fear and exhaustion, I did as the giantess said, almost automatically. She stared at me through the window, the top of her head cut off from the windowsill, her face hovering in the distance like some kind of strange living blimp, her blue eyes juxtaposed with the now pink whites from her night of revelry. Her lips were curled into a visible smile as she stared. From where the windowsill was, she couldn't see me naked, and so I didn't attempt to move, bending down and putting on the underwear first, which, while rough in texture and slightly too large, fit well enough. I could see had a strange velcro snap to tighten them, which I did. Then I put on the polka dot shorts, which fit me well, but were very short, ending above the knees, before finally putting on the polka dot shirt, which hung loose from my body.

Crystal watched as I put the clothes on, giggling the whole time, until I was finally done. Then she thundered once more.

“Soooo cuuuute” She paused, before reaching to her left, beyond the edge of the windowsill so I couldn't see.

I was increasingly nervous about what she had in store, and finally worked up the courage to say something again. I found myself shouting, saying the first words that popped into my mind.

“L-l-look Crystal...” I yelled, slightly stammering, before pausing to compose myself.

“It's getting really late... and I don't think Stephanie would want us to be playing-”

Crystal snorted, cutting me off. She began to giggle, her eyes still turned towards whatever she was reaching for.

“Donchu worry about her, my tiny little man...” She paused, her arms now moving back towards the doll house.

“... I'm your owner now, rememba? I'll plaaaay with you for as loooong as I waaant” Her booming words filled me with an icy chill.

As her huge white arm returned, she placed something tan and white on the ground, before reaching back, this time holding something else, which was tan and pink and had something blonde on top. Then she reached down, grabbing both of them with either hand and holding them forward.

“Besides, look who I brought for you to plaaaay with” She said, before giggling.

As I stared at the things which stuck out of her hands, I finally realized what I was looking at. In her one hand was the Princess Leia toy, the thing I had seen multiple times now, which towered over me, 3-4 times my size, wearing the skimpy slave Leia outfit. In her other, which I had never seen before, was a barbie doll, wearing a female business attire, in pink, one of those with a business top and skirt, yet wearing a pair of black boots which ran up the dolls ankles. The thing was at least twice the size of the Leia.

Staring at the toys, I was genuinely horrified. The idea of playing with these monstrous plastic dolls seemed like something out of a nightmare.

“That outfit you're wearing” She boomed, pausing to giggle. “Come's from the barbie faaaamily set...” she paused, unable to contain her gunfire like giggles.

“... those are the baaaabies clothes” she thundered, before giggling once more, and beckoning to the Leia doll.

“This here is your older sis...” She boomed, before beckoning towards the Barbie.

“...And this is your Mother” At this, she paused, unable to contain her giggles.

She finally paused, her face unable to contain it's beaming smile, before her godlike voice returned. Her arm moved rapidly, and suddenly the face of the Barbie occupied most of the window, the plastic face strange and uncanny. Crystal's voice thundered once more, but this time in a different, strange pitch, like somebody trying to impersonate a doting housewife.

“Come on out, cuuuutie pie...”Crystal's thundering voice paused to snicker. “... Moooommy wants to plaaaay with yooouuu...”