Let me tell you the story of a road trip gone wrong- with my girlfriend and myself. Her name’s Emily and my name’s Danny. I’m a 27-year-old college grad football player. Emily’s a very attractive 26-year-old bar tender. This was the perfect time for a road trip. Besides, I was bored and needed to explore, and get out...to find myself again.  The sun was warm on my face as I made my way through the back roads when I was driving. I had expected this when I had set out this morning into the Deadwood forest. I figured that some bonding time with Emily was just what the doctor ordered, especially now. There was so much that they needed to discuss. Emily didn’t like the interstate and disdained the “artificial road trip,” as she called it. She believed that you could only see America the way it was meant to be seen off an interstate. The main reason the other people generally avoided this area. Was because of the weird rumors of a monster that lived in the forest. Anyway, We took a turn into Deadwood forest. It had been about an hour since the sun had risen over the lofty summit of the Greyspire mountains that loomed menacingly just east of the forest. As I finally reached the top of a small hill ridge, the trees were quite tall and thick in this forest, and it was hard to see much more than that; we were in a small valley surrounded by the Greyspires.

Naturally, it was at that point that the car decided to run out of gas. It makes one wonder why neither one of us ever checked the gas gauge. “This would happen,” I said. “We’ll have to walk to the nearest gas station. God only knows where that is.” “I’m sure we can talk more while we look for it,” Emily said. With that, we got out of the car and started walking, unaware of all of the disorder that lies ahead. Emily and I were never as close in our entire lives as we were now. Now that the both of us had come clean about ourselves, we now felt as if that the rift that existed for so long between each of us had never existed. Maybe this hike to wherever the nearest gas station may be wouldn’t be so bad after all. Lugging my sack over my shoulder, Emily and I quickly started down the backside of the hill. The water in the stream looked cold and tempting, and I was looking forward to stripping down and taking a dip. I wasn't paying enough attention, and I suddenly lost my footing and rolled into a shallow depression in the soft ground at the base of the hill. It was roughly oval shaped, about twenty feet long and ten feet wide. The grass in the depression had been flattened along with several saplings, and a nearby tree was nearly snapped in half. A small shiver ran down my spine as I thought about what matter of beasts might roam this valley. Apparently something huge had bedded down here last night. I finally gave up on figuring out what the depression and decided to get back to matters at hand.

Emily and I eased silently along the stream bank, so as not to alert the creature that made the depression in the grass. But suddenly a terrific impact slammed into me, and snatched me off the ground and over the treetops. I saw Emily get smaller and smaller by the second, as my entire torso was engulfed in a crushing pressure and a great booming voice called out, "Ooooooeee! I got him! I got him! I caught a little, tiny, live doll!" I squirmed around to see what had caught me. It was a giant teenage girl.... I screamed...! A young giantess, twenty-five or thirty feet tall, holding me clamped tightly in one giant hand. She looked me over and called out again: "00oooo, you darling little doll, I'm gonna take you right home with me." Emily screamed and yelled, "Let him go! Let him go! Let Danny go!” But the giant girl paid no attention. And she began to run as fast as she could, holding me clamped in one giant fist, my legs dangling and swinging back and forth and my head jerking about as the young giant ran. I screamed and yelled, "Let me go! Let me down!" But the giant girl paid no attention.

Her hand suddenly shifted, grasping me tightly as I gasped for air. She brought me to her left side and gently dropped me into a pouch slightly larger than me that hung from a cord across her waist that she must have been using as a belt. The light was cut off as she tied the drawstring. I immediately felt a gentle pressure and warmth, as she must have laid her great hand against the pouch, pressing me into her hip. The pouch started swayed back and forth, and I tried to imagine the length of her enormous strides. With some effort, I managed to cut a two foot long slit in the pouch's thick fabric. Ripping it open a little further, I shoved my head through. Her great hand blotted out the sky as it swung back and forth at her side. Even her little finger dwarfed me in size, but her hand still maintained a beautiful, delicate form. Stretching out a great distance below me, her massive, well-tanned legs strode across the woodland landscape. Great swaths of trees and underbrush were crushed beneath her enormous bare feet with each step, and I suddenly realized the cause of the depression that I had discovered earlier. Within a matter of minutes we were at the foot of the mountain range. She skillfully climbed up the steep slope as though she had done it hundreds of times before. Pulling herself up onto a ledge, she swung her legs over the side, narrowly avoiding crushing the pouch that I was in between her hip and the rock surface. A great cave opening, hundreds of feet tall, loomed before us. The edges of it appeared to be hand carved in huge, yet intricate designs. My captor calmly walked through it into a dark, cavernous passageway. Her hand covered my view as she gently pressed me against her warm body, rubbing me back and forth with her enormous fingers. Suddenly she was out in the sunlight again. From what I could see around her hand, we were in a valley, much larger than the one that we were in previously. The trees were titanic is size, being of the same scale as my captor, and the forest stretched out to the other side of the mountain range, almost to the horizon. In the distance I could see dozens of giant people and animals going about their daily business around the (relatively) small village at its base. I began to realize that here, in this giant land; it was I who was the oddity. I was an insignificant insect with a human form, unusual and fragile. I wondered what my giantess captor had in store for me. Perhaps I would become her pet, or maybe killed and preserved in a jar as a part of a collection of creatures. I tried to clear my mind of this thought. So far she had treated me gently as captors go, and whatever would happen would happen. She quickly descended a shallow slope into valley, taking a small, well-worn trail through the forest. The trees stretched up as far as I could see into the sky, and the air was full of the calls of various birds and insects. I realized that my chances of surviving a trip through this forest alone, if I could make an escape, were slim at best.

                                                                        Emily

Emily made it to the mountainside rather quickly, having run most of the way. Her upper body was covered with minor scrapes from the brambles, and her jeans were torn slightly. Emily must have stood there at least an hour, staring at the cliff face. Finding a large crack on the rock cliff face, she gripped it with her raw, bleeding hands and started climbing her way up the mountain, going more by shear determination than by physical strength. After hours of arduous climbing, having nearly plummeted to her death several times from bad footholds in the crevice, she weakly pulled herself over the top edge of the cliff. The rock roughly sloped up to the enormous passageway. It was dark, and seemed to stretch for miles. She was completely exhausted as Emily stumbled out into the moonlight once again. The great valley stretched out from below her to the horizon. From this distance the trees looked no larger than those of my own land, and the castle glittered with candlelights from numerous windows. I sat down to rest against a large boulder, trying to catch my breath. Despite her exhaustion, Emily quickened her pace along the rough terrain. The path seemed to widen, and was soon filled with strange rock formations that loomed upwards to the starry sky. Large, mist-covered springs dotted the plateau, surrounded by huge plants. She ran till she came to a giant house, and as she ran she called out, "Momma! Momma...! Look what I've found...... a darling, tiny little doll! And he's alive! He walks and talks."

                                                  Mother and Daughter

As the giant girl's Mother came into the room and looked at me. I looked up at the biggest woman he had ever seen, well over forty feet tall. She spoke in a soft roar to the teen-age giantess, "Where did you find him honey?" "Down by the stream. He was walking along beside the creek, I saw him coming toward me, and so I stood real still and waited until he came right up to me. It was funny; I don't think he even saw me. He was standing right there by my foot, no taller than my ankle. I bent down very slowly and just grabbed him in my hand. As soon as I grabbed him he started squeaking and squealing. It was so neat. He was squirming and squeaking wriggling around in my hand. He felt so funny I almost dropped him, when he started wiggling, but he was such a really cute little thing I just held on to him and brought him home for you to see! Can I keep him? Please momma, can I keep him?" The giant girl was excited and waving me all over as she showed me to her mother. I was nearly sick from being shaken up and tossed about so roughly. "Honey do you know what he is?" the mother said, carefully taking me from the girl and putting me on a table. "This is a human man! They never grow any bigger than this. They're no bigger than little dolls to us. They're really nothing more than playthings for us anymore. You can keep him, but you must take good care of him, and not tease him or injure him Then the giant girl said, "A man? Momma, he looks just like a real live person, only so little. Oh, isn't he cute? You little cutie you!" And she snatched George up high in the air, kissed him, and hugged him to herself, kissing him again... and again, and again. "Momma, did you think that there was ever anything so darling in the world? Momma, can he be my man; may I keep him? Do let me, please, Momma, I'm eighteen now, and I'm old enough to have a man of my own." "Well, nowadays a woman has to catch a man if she wants one, and since you caught this one, and you're old enough, I guess he rightfully belongs to you." I kicked, and cried out. "Let me go, you can't keep me like this, I don't belong to anyone, I'm a man, not some toy for an overgrown child.” but the giantesses paid no attention. Then the giant girl began to laugh and say, "000oohheee..... I love him, I love him! .... Isn't he cute, Momma? I'll keep him forever and ever." I didn't like it at all. I kicked, screamed, and called out, "I don't want to stay with you!" But she paid no attention to my cries at all. She only said, "Listen to the darling noise he makes, Momma.” "Honey you're going to hurt him waving him around and squeezing him like that, he's screaming and crying. If you listen you can understand what he's saying." "Momma, I want to try him out now! Can I? Can I use him now? Please Momma.... Please!" "Well..... I guess so, he's yours, and you might as well have him." I was terrified. What were they talking about, using him? Using him for what? "Let me go, you can't keep me, I'm a member of the free republic; I'm not some animal you can keep just because you caught me!" I was yelling and screaming, kicking and fighting, helplessly, but the giant women were paying no attention. The giant teen-age girl's enormous hands held me gently and stroked my body as she walked, but she totally ignored my screams and cries. She walked into a bedroom the size of a hanger.

Emily dropped from the window ledge and made her way across the kitchen floor. The Giantesses had just left. She’d seen them go - but there was no time to waste. She had no idea how long before they would get back. With her time so limited she didn’t bother using the cover of furniture and the shadows along the wall...she ran straight across the floor. It made her feel very unnatural to be running through the Giantess’ house so exposed. Her breath was short and his heart pounded from the anxiety. The floor expanded in front of her like an immense prairie. The sun caught her from where it slanted down through the window and fell on the floor. Then scampering over the thick brush like carpeting, she headed for the wall of light shining at the edge of the couch. The bottom of the couch overhead made Emily feel like she was under the ceiling of a huge warehouse. Finally, she stepped out from under the couch out into the open. The sight of the scale of the room’s furnishings distracted her. The dressers were the size of office buildings. She took a look around the kitchen. The refrigerator suddenly came to life, causing Emily to nearly jump out of her skin. The time constraints jumped back into her mind. As she reached the middle of the kitchen the doorknob jiggled! Emily’s heart leaped to her mouth and sweat immediately broke out on her hands. The door opened - she had to react!! She was completely exposed. The nearest cover was under a table, which was completely on the other side of the kitchen. She ran for it. The Giantess stepped into the room. Her head was swimming in panic. It was that damn refrigerator...he didn’t hear her approaching because of the noise it made. Emily got under the table. Somehow... miraculously undetected. She sat a bag of groceries on the counter. Emily hid the best she could, watching the Giantess as she made herself a cup of coffee and sat down, pulling the chair from her table. Emily was stuck under there until she left. ‘Oh no!’ Emily spotted her pack lying on the floor where she’d left it. The Giantess was bound to see it anytime. It was a dead give away that a little person had been there. She had to get that pack. Slowly she crept to the table leg nearest the Giant woman. She was drinking her coffee and reading a paper...This was his best chance maybe her only chance to get across the floor unnoticed. The woman giant reached down and took the shoes off her feet. Emily could feel the humid heat rising from them. They were lying only several feet away from where she hid behind the table leg. She stretched out her legs and wiggled her toes, sighing. Then she crossed them and rubbed them with one hand and sipped the coffee with the other...She seemed to be reading the paper on the table. Emily edged closer to the big shoes on the floor in front of her. Her head was turned down. She was reading something. She was sure of it. This was his best chance. Slowly she edged further and further under her chair. Those legs were huge...nylons...Her sweaty feet filled her nostrils. She took her bearings and scampered out from under the table. "Hey!" he heard her say. He turned and looked. "Oh my God!" Emily said to herself. She was looking right at Emily. "A little woman!" the Giantess said in a soft, mild voice. Emily turned and ran through an immense doorway. "Come here girl," she said. Emily looked back over her shoulder; the woman was getting to her feet. "You can’t get away from me she said. He hurried into the other room... ‘No hiding places!’ It was empty. There was another doorway...He ran through the room as he heard and felt her heavy footsteps thundering on the linoleum. She reached the doorway as she caught up with Emily... "You really thought you could get away?" Her voice came from directly over Emily. "You better stop." She took several more steps until a shadow surrounded her. Emily turned around just in time to see the Giantess’s heavy foot descending on her. Emily’s body was pinned to the floor. Her foot was heavy. Even though she was being careful not to hurt her, the air rushed from Emily’s lungs. She rolled Emily back and forth under her nylons. "What are you doing in my house? She asked as she rolled him back and forth. "Don’t you have anything better to do than sneaking into people’s houses?" The Giantess released Emily from under her foot. Emily got up, dizzy at first and tried to run. She ran in-between her feet but her balance gave out and she fell to the floor. The Giantess picked her up and held her firmly in her grip as she spoke to Emily... "Tell me what you are doing in my house?" "Let me go," Emily yelled, "You’re hurting me!" "I can hurt you a whole lot more if you don’t answer some questions." She squeezed her a little more. "I’m...I’m looking for my boyfriend Danny," Emily gasped. "You’re looking for him?" "Yes. If you could let me take Danny home...I’d be grateful." "I’ll give you your but you Danny little one, but I want something in return," she said. "What?" "My feet. They are really killing me and I want you to rub them." With that, Emily was placed by her feet, and spent the next twenty minutes messaging and rubbing while she read a book. Emily was tired, but the Giantess wasn’t done with her yet. "Now message me higher...no higher...up here," she said touching her thigh. Emily climbed the slick nylon up her leg and twice lost her grip and slid back down to her foot. The Giantess laughed at Emily. ‘Some climber I am,’ Emily thought. On the third try, she began to slip again when she felt the Giantess’s hand suddenly underneath her giving her a boost. Once on her thigh, Emily did the best she could to message her massive leg. The Giantess enjoyed feeling Emily crawling about on her thigh. After a while she picked Emily up. "That’s enough". She said and carried Emily into the bedroom.