Little Adventure

I was on my way to see a friend, a divorced man in his early
thirties, tall and trim, nice moustache, who for the last several
months, after meeting in a bar, I, well, service him when he asks, or
commands, depending on how much he has had to drink.
Just as I was about to pull into his drive, a sudden flash almost
blinded me.
I stopped the car and got out, but there was nothing around, so I
pulled on up into the driveway to wait for him. I wouldn't be long
till he got home.
I got comfortable in the car and dozed for a little while. My watch
alarm went off right at five and I knew he would be pulling up any
minute, but something was wrong. My car, which was in the sunlight a
few minutes ago was now encased in a massive shadow.
I got out and almost fainted. The shadow was cast by a beer can, but
now it was huge! The curved bottom edge and I were the same height,
about a quarter inch! And if my math was accurate, I was six foot for
every one quarter inch, meaning I was waiting on a one thousand,
three hundred and twenty foot tall giant!
I got back into my car and gunned the engine, knowing at this tiny
size, Rick's truck would crush it, and me!
I drove across the pavement to the forest of grass, hoping to protect
it and me from the massive truck soon to be arriving,  and I didn't
have to wait long.
I felt the ground vibrate as he turned into the drive.
I was Titanic! Over a four hundred feet tall, and twice as wide!
Then he got out!
He was huge! A man over a thousand feet tall (Only six foot)!
He was wearing dusty work boots and jeans with no shirt, showing off
his tan and lightly hairy chest and stomach. I looked up at him as
you would a skyscraper! His dark sunglasses reflecting the setting
sun.
Then he started walking towards me and my car! I dived out of the way
as his size 11 boot found the car, grinding it into the ground with
ease and then he walked on, leaving me chasing after the living
mountain, yelling but not being heard.
He sat down on the step and began to take off his boots.
Despite me yelling and waving, I was unseen to the man.
I watched as he untied one gigantic boot and drop it to the ground,
landing on it's side, exposing my tiny wreck imbedded in the grooves
of the heel.
Now was my chance! I ran up to the boot, and reaching as high as I
could, I climbed inside, hoping I would get out and get his attention
before he put it on again.
After taking off the other boot, he picked them both up and went into
the house, causing me to roll into the top of the smelly leather
cavern, and then dropped both next to the sofa. I had the wind
knocked out of me from the fall, but I guess my size and the three
foot thick insole kept me from being hurt.
I walked the distance to the opening high above and saw a shoelace
was draped down into the boot, so I started climbing it and how it
reminded me of the support cables on the San Francisco bridge.
I could feel every step Rick made outside the thick leather walls.
After a minute or so, I was at the top of the boot, walking easily on
the edge of it, almost as wide as I was tall.
I could see Rick in the distance, like a living mountain, smoking a
cigarette, drinking a beer. He was calling someone, and after a
couple of seconds, I heard his thunderous voice.
"Hey, man, I'm home waiting for you to do me. I thought you would
have been here by now. Later." He was talking the my answering
machine.
I watched as he took off his socks, jeans and jockstrap, exposing the
incredible landscape to the tiny me. He still couldn't see me, but I
got a fantastic view!
He walked into the living room and lay on the sofa above me, causing
the earth to quake as he passed.
I quickly made my way down the cables of shoestring and onto the
wood floor, and as luck would have it, his left foot was resting flat
on the floor.
I kicked at the wall of flesh, but no luck, he didn't feel the tiny
man kicking him.
I went around to the little toe, three times my height, and after
grabbing a hair, I pulled myself onto his foot.
I hoped my movement would attract his attention, but no luck.
I climbed on up to his ankle and looked up at the man's tanned, hair
covered leg and began to climb, all the time hoping he wouldn't stand.
The cable of hairs diminished just below his knee, but the natural
wrinkles gave me good handholds to pull myself on up.
After cresting his knee, I stopped and marvelled at the giant laid
before me!
He had a cigarette in his left hand, and still wearing his shades, he
was slowly pulling on his massive dick!
It was cut and nothing like the ten inch tool I remembered.
At my tiny size, it was like two hundred and forty feet tall!
I slowly made my way up his thigh, still yelling and waving my arms,
but he was pre-occupied with his tower of meat!
I made my way past the action and started my way through his hairy
stomach. I was like a speck of dirt to him!
Hidden beneath the forest of hair, falling may times as he would
slightly shift or move.
Just as I made it to the centre of his chest, he blew a fog of smoke
down on his chest, sending it rolling through the forest, causing me
to hold my breath until it cleared!
As I coughed, he spoke.
"I have to hand it to you, little man, I didn't think you would make
it this far. I thought I had gotten you when I stepped on your car."
He knew I was there!
I thought since you liked my body so much, I would give you the GRAND
tour.
He took pair of tweezers and plucked me from his chest and dropped me
onto his hot shaft.
"I have been practicing this for a little while, and you get to see the
end result."
I watched in terror as he bent his head down to his dick and opened
his mouth.
"Nice knowing you, shorty."
He took his own shaft into his mouth right down to the base and
sucked himself off.
When he was finished, he took his penknife and picked the small red
piece of metal from his boot and dropped it into the bottom of his
ashtray with the other small pieces of colored metal.

End