I've always been a nice guy. You
know, willing to help out a friend
when asked. So when a co-worker, Susan, asked me to come by her
house and help with a few things while her husband was away on business,
I had no qualms about spending an hour or two moving boxes.
David, her husband, was already in Atlanta for the week, so when I
drive up, she and I and the dog were the only people around. She fetched
me a beer from the fridge, and we talked for a while, and then went
up to their spare bedroom, which was full of boxes.
I schlepped four or five loads down to the basement, where she directed
me how to stack them. I'd worked up a sweat, so I stopped for a bit to
catch my breath while Sue chatted on about work. Now, I've always
that Susan is a very attractive woman. Had she not already been
engaged when she started at my company, I (and about 40 other guys)
would have been at her door daily asking for dates. As it was, most
guys still hung around her, because she was naturally friendly and
incredibly good-looking -- strawberry blonde, with big green eyes, and
a figure built from years of roller-blading and biking. David was one
lucky bastard.
After I had recouped for a minute or so, she asked my to move a couple
boxes into another basement room that had hitherto remained padlocked.
She removed the lock, and then, to my surprise, opened a hidden panel
on the wall by the door that contained an alarm keypad.
"This is our safety vault," she explained, noting my curiosity.
"We
had this put in when the house was built. David's kind of a nut about
keeping stuff safe from fires and thieves."
I accepted this, and asked which things she wanted in there.
"Just those two boxes," she said, pointing at a couple small ones.
"Put 'em against the back wall, will you?"
I obliged, and carried the boxes into the dark room. It was tough to
see anything, as the only light was from the open door behind me.
"Can you turn on a light?" I called. "I don't want to trip over
anything."
"Ok, hang on," she said. "I have to shut the door to get to
it."
The room got dark as the door clanged shut, and I started to worry for
a minute. But why would this great girl and good friend of mine lock
me in a vault? Then an orange light shone, and I relaxed.
For a moment. The door didn't open, and I heard the sound of the alarm
keypad being pressed several times. I simultaneously noticed two things
at the point: one, the orange glow wasn't from a bulb, but from the
walls all around me, and two, the room was empty except for me and the
boxes!
I started for the door, to find out what was happening, when another
phenomenon almost knocked me to the floor. The room was moving! At
least, I could have sworn I was in the back of a truck, moving down a
street. This was impossible, of course, since I had been underground
in the basement, unless... why would somebody go to this much trouble
to kidnap me? The only thing I could imagine was that she had tricked
me into entering a truck in an underground garage, and then driven me
off to god-knows-where...
Not very far, as it turned out. The ride was brief, maybe two or three
blocks. I felt a jolt as we stopped, and then heard the keypad being
run again. I ran to the door to demand an explanation, and then stopped
short as I realized the door seemed to be getting farther away!
I stared for a minute at this, and then the hairs on my head stood up.
The door wasn't moving away, but it was getting bigger. The scale
distance between us had increased, creating the illusion of it moving
away. The door grew to gigantic proportions as I stood, half in fear,
half in amazement, and then the keypad sounded again, the orange light
died, and the huge metal monolith swung open, bathing me in ordinary
light.
And Susan walked in, sixty-five feet tall, with a smile on her face.
The
alarm by Susan's bed came to life with a loud (to me) weather
bulletin, followed by a groan from the giantess next to it. I heard
her turn it off, stretch and yawn, and then climb out of bed. The
shower started a minute later, and I was left for a while to try and
wake myself up.
And then the house shook as she walked in and pulled my bedroom wall
away, filling up the space with her huge, smiling face.
God, I hate morning giants.
"Wake up, shortie," she sang, nearly blowing the covers off me. I
grabbed them and held them down over my chest.
"David's coming home today, so we both need to get up and ready,"
she continued. "He'll want to see how you're doing, so get dressed
and I'll measure and weigh you."
I think the combination of early morning and the prospect of dealing
with a second giant was a little too much for me at the moment. I
forgot all I'd learned about being small, and covered myself up with
the blanket, intent on going back to sleep.
"Okay, have it your way," she chirped. A gust of air shook my covers,
and a second later I felt the entire bed lift into the air. I peeked
out and saw the room rush by, and I realized the bed was resting in
the palm of her hand. She was carrying me to the kitchen.
She deposited the bed with a thump on the counter top, and then tilted
it sideways so that I slid out, still wrapped in the blanket. I slowly
stood up while her gigantic hand enclosed the bed again and carried it
some distance away, by the flour jar. I realized slowly that the huge
green wall I was facing was Sue, still in her terrycloth bathrobe. She
towered over me, smiling, giving me the urge to run and hide behind
any of the monolithic kitchen appliances that rose behind me. I made
for the blender, but, let's face it, it's tough to run when you're
swaddled in a comforter. I fell on my face.
Sue the Giant laughed, and then grabbed the loose end of my blanket and
pulled, unrolling me and sending me sprawling across the counter. She
placed her cupped hand behind me to prevent me from running again, and
then pulled out the ruler.
"What are you afraid of? It's just little ol' me!" she giggled.
"Now
stand up straight."
Wearily, I climbed to my feet as the end of the ruler descended next
to me. I stood with my back to the numbers as her huge green eyes
glanced up and down my nearly nude form. She was in clinical mode,
though, so at the moment all I got was a measurement.
"Ten point three centimetres," she said, and then wrote that in the
small
(to her) book. "Just over four inches. Which, from your initial
shrunk height of about fourteen centimetres, means our estimate of
ten percent per day is right on track for your shrinking."
The ruler flew away, and I was unceremoniously plucked off the ground
between her thumb and forefinger, and dumped again into the bowl of the
food scale. I noticed how much bigger this thing seemed every time I
sat in it, and as she measured, wrote, and calculated, the enormity
(pardon the pun) of my situation really began to sink in.
Until now, I'd been living in the home of a giant. Singular. One
giant. A giantess, really, and a very attractive one at that. One
who, though playful, dominating, and rather h----, was still a friend
I'd known for years, someone whom I assumed would take care of me. A
giantess who might tease me by threatening to crush me with under huge
shoes or by dangling me over her huge mouth, but who would never hurt me.
But I realized now that I was the freak, not she. She was a normal-
sized woman who lived in a normal-sized house with normal-sized shoes
and had normal-sized eyes, hands, mouth... you get the idea. And
everyone else in the world was approximately her size. Which meant,
from my perspective, everyone on the world was getting bigger every day.
Including her husband.
I suddenly awoke to the knowledge that I was their toy.
"Thirty point five grams," she said. "You're such a little
porker!"
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I was rather morose for the rest of the day. Sue seemed to notice
this, and left me alone for the most part. I sat on the coffee table
and watched the TV for hours, usually leaving it on the same channel,
as it was becoming increasingly difficult to operate the remote control.
My weight was barely enough to push the buttons.
Finally, she came over and sat next to the table, so that her face was
on a level with my body. I looked up into her huge eyes, and finally
asked the question that had bothered me for three days.
"Why me?" I yelled, as much from anger as from the need to make my
ever-shrinking voice heard. "Why did you have to shrink me? And
not only permanently, but in this way, so I keep shrinking?"
She sighed, sending a warm gust over me. "Well, I guess I should've
explained that before," she said. "When we first started working on
the machine, we had it in mind to get rich. When David figured out
how to shrink things, we first tested on inanimate objects, then
progressed to mice, then a dog. Everything seemed ok, apart from the
tendency to continue shrinking."
"The only thing we worried about was whether the brain could operate
at a human level of intelligence at a shrunken size. David knew he
could eventually solve not only the continued shrinking problem, but
also the problem of how to restore objects to their original size,
but if it caused brain damage to humans, then we weren't sure exactly
how we were going to proceed without heavy-duty lawsuit protection."
I started to yell that I was already considering a lawsuit when I
realized that very soon, it was going to be pretty tough to contact
a lawyer. I forced myself to calm down and listen further.
"So we brought in a homeless man we found in the city," she continued.
"We figured nobody would miss him." I stood there, astounded at my
friend's lack of morals. "We shrank him, and he seemed ok, other than
a slight tendency to schizophrenia he'd exhibited before he was reduced.
In fact, he seemed to enjoy the comforts of the doll house we put him
in, where you're now staying."
"So we began work on fixing the shrinking problem. I kept track of
the little man's height and weight, and David worked on the dimensional
leakage that causes the problem, using the data I provided. He was
able to cut the rate of shrinkage dramatically."
"Unfortunately, the poor little man had a shrinkage rate of close to
twenty-two percent per day. We couldn't reverse it, and within three
weeks, he wasn't even a tenth of an inch tall."
She paused and twisted her mouth in a moue.
"He'd become so small that we couldn't weigh him with a regular
scale,"
she said. "One day, while I was trying to position him on a microscope
slide to set him on a scientific scale in the lab, I accidentally
leaned too close and inhaled him."
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I stared in shock as my giant friend casually related the nasal-related
death of the homeless man. She seemed so blasé about it that the
expression on my tiny face must have been obvious to her.
"Well, it's not like anyone missed him," she said rather defensively.
"I mean, we worried for weeks that somebody would mention his vanishing
on TV. But we slowly realized that we were safe. And anyway, who
could find evidence of a missing person when the person was small enough
to carry in your pocket?"
"The next time we tested, we rented a car, and David went to pick up a
prostitute to bring her here. He made sure that nobody saw her get in
the car, and brought her here. We reduced her, of course, and put her
in the doll house, to observe her mental state. She was understandably
upset, dealing with two giants, but eventually calmed down and also
began to like the living arrangements."
"Then, a few days later, David was examining her, when she asked if he
was still interested in the trick he had picked her up for. He laughed
and called me in, and we both thought it was a cute joke, but she
actually got angry at us and yelled that she could make him come as
well as I could, even it she was only five inches tall."
"Well, David and I have always been willing to experiment, and this
didn't exactly seem like cheating, so I carried the little whore up to
our bedroom, told David to lie down naked, and dropped her on top of his
cock."
"For a moment, she DID seem taken aback by the size of him. I have to
say, he has a nice, big dick." Sue paused for a minute, somewhat
glassy-eyed, then snapped back to reality. "It was a good two inches
longer than her body, even when it wasn't standing up. But she began
to massage it with her arms and legs, and he rose to attention. She
held on tight, then rolled underneath it, where she started to massage
and lick him. David half-sat up and looked down in amazement as this
little whore-fairy gave him a full-body job, writhing around his cock
until he came hard, and I mean hard! She was thrown up onto his chest
and coated with jism, where she lay panting and coughing."
Susan laughed. "I'd been watching the whole thing from the side of
the bed," she said, "and after a minute, I picked up the little woman
and dangled her upside down in front of my face."
"'Oh, the poor little slut needs a washing,' I said, and then lowered
her into my mouth to lick her off. It was awfully funny to hear her
little screams to terror inside my head. She thought I was going to
eat her!"
"Then it was my turn. I took her out of my mouth and dropped her into
my panties, where I ordered her to make me come as well. She didn't
really have much choice, and soon I was lying on the bed in ecstasy as
this little toy brought me to orgasm. But then I think you can imagine
what THAT'S like, from her perspective." Sue smile mischievously.
"So from then on, our experiments got intermingled with this great new
form of sex David and I enjoyed. We kept this up for a couple weeks,
until our little whore was too small to please us anymore. I actually
think she enjoyed it a little, at least until she was about two inches
tall -- hey, living here was a lot better than the streets -- but
eventually we were just too big for her to handle."
"We let her retire when she was about an inch and a half tall. She
lived well, even in the doll house, which was now huge for her, but
then one afternoon I caught a news program that mentioned her
disappearance. There really was nothing to do. I went up to the doll
house, plucked her up, and set her in my palm. She seemed to know that
something was wrong, since she sort of cowered in fear, and I told her
that it was time for her to go now."
"I'd thought of the best way to get rid of any trace of her, and so I
popped her into my mouth. I was just about to swallow her, when I had
sudden urge to see how tiny she was, inside my mouth. I walked to the
bathroom and looked in the mirror, my mouth wide open, and there she
was, teensy, smaller than a grape, screaming her head off on the middle
of my tongue. She tried to run forward, to my lips, but I just flicked
my tongue and sent her to my throat. She just curled up into a tiny
little ball and cried."
"I felt so powerful at that moment," Sue concluded. "My throat
must've
looked like a tunnel to her. I laughed, and she covered her ears, then
I closed my mouth and gulped her down."
"That's where you come in. We needed another test subject. And we
need another toy."
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I sat in silence after her story. I was stunned, mainly, to find out
that my friend had become such a monster. Then, before I could say a
word, we heard the front door open. Susan turned her head.
"Oooh, David's home!"
The door closed and a shadow fell over me as Sue rose to her full
ninety-two foot height, so that I was about at knee level with her.
Her huge legs walked quickly to the door, where she met her husband
as he walked in, bearing a suitcase the size of an apartment building.
They kissed and hugged, and then walked over to the table, where I was
again engulfed in shadows.
The two of them looked down at me, smiling, and I just looked back up,
arms at my sides, in something approaching awe of the god and goddess
who loomed over me. Finally, David spoke to Sue.
"Everything's all covered? Nobody knows he's here? Car's gone?"
Susan nodded yes to all the questions, and then fished something
out of her pocket, and held it up to his face between her thumb and
forefinger. He smiled as well, took the object, and then lowered his
gigantic hand to my level. I backed away as the new giant's fingers,
nearly as long as my entire body, approached me, until I realized
what was in his hand. It was my convertible, shrunk to a size small
enough even for me to hold.
I should've wondered why nobody had spotted my car in the driveway, but
events of the last few days had sort of distracted me. As I watched,
the fingers tightened around my car, crushing it sideways. Fluids ran
out the bottom onto the table at my feet, and the hood flew open and a
tiny flame burst from the engine. The fingers parted and my wrecked
pride and joy fell at my feet.
And then, the hand opened wide and enclosed me, lifting me off my feet
and fifty feet into the air.
This hand was larger than Susan's soft one. The width of his palm
was easily bigger than the length of me from head to toe, and so I was
completely enclosed, unable to move. At least Sue let me stick my
head out from her fist when she carried me. After a quick but dizzying
ascent, the fingers opened, and I found myself sprawled across David's
palm, just under eye level for the both of them.
"so, have you learned the rules of the house yet?" he thundered.
"Just
in case you weren't sure, there's only one: Size Matters." They both
laughed.
"God, I'm h----," he continued. "Why don't we go upstairs and see
how
our new friend here deals with his new job?" He paused, then said,
"I'll carry him."
Susan smirked. I watched from the edge of David's hand, between his
fingers, as she bent down, unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, and
pulled the elastic of his underwear out. The hand holding me then
dropped about thirty feet in altitude to his crotch level, where I could
see the huge patch of his pubic hair, and tilted downward. I rolled off
about ten feet, and slid directly down into the giant's Calvin Kleins.
I heard the zipper go up as I managed to stop my downward slide by
wrapping my arms around something huge. Something with a familiar
scent that I didn't really want to think about at that moment. Something
much bigger than I was, something that seemed to be getting bigger...
It was ultimately humiliating to think that I was now so small that my
entire body was not even half the size of a man's cock. I couldn't even
wrap my arms all the way around it. I finally allowed myself to slide
to the floor of his underpants, and looked up in the half-darkness at
the one-eyed beast peering down at me. It was probably eight feet long
and three feet in diameter, and apparently getting longer! She had
mentioned that he was pretty big...
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I heard and felt the sounds of clothes being removed from my prison,
and then the world upended itself as the giant climbed into bed and
lay on his back. And then I felt the pressure as something huge
began manipulating me and the monster dick from outside the underwear.
Hot air and low moans led me to think that perhaps Sue was using her
huge mouth to push me and it around, but thinking was really only
a distant second in my list of actions, as I found myself suddenly pushed
underneath the cock, with nearly its full weight crushing me between
it and the gigantic scrotum.
It was like having a tree fall on me. I yelled as best I could, and
finally, the underwear was pulled back, allowing David's penis room to
pop up and off of me. Sue's face loomed over me as I tried both to catch
my breath and not fall off his scrotum to the darkness between his
legs, and she smiled.
"Poor little thing, not even strong enough to lift my hubbie's cock
off his tiny widdle body!" she teased. "Here, let me help you
up."
She opened her mouth and scooped up my lower body with her tongue. My
cries of fear were drowned out as David's moans of pleasure wafted
down. She closed her mouth around me and lifted me up, and then parted
her lips to drop me four feet into the giant's pubic hair.
Her face pulled away, and for a moment, I was alone with the monster.
I imagine that they were watching me, but I couldn't see their faces
from the distance away, so I might as well have been alone. I slowly
stood, and thought to walk away, but realized that anywhere I went,
I'd still be on David. So I faced his cock.
It loomed over me like a monument. It was easily twelve feet high. I
realized that I had probably shrunk further since this morning's
measurement, but this was still unexpected. I certainly wasn't even
half the size of David's manhood, and if it hadn't sunk in before, it
did now.
I was nothing. So small that I stood in the shadow of a penis, almost
too small now to even be pleasurable to a vagina. If Sue had decided
to use me again at that minute, I'd probably just disappear inside her
pussy, never to be seen again.
When would it stop? Would Susan devour me like the last toy? Would
David?! Would I shrink so small that someone could inhale me, drown me
in a drop of water, lose me in the carpet? Or would I be crushed to
death long before that in the throes of an orgasm of the gods?
My reverie really only lasted a couple seconds. After that moment, the
shadow of Sue's huge face returned, peering at me with a grin from
behind the giant cock. She then opened her mouth and began to lick it
up and down, and, as if to impress me further with my size, took the
entire shaft in her cavernous mouth and deep-throated it all the way
to the base.
I know what she was saying. If I can do this, she implied, think of
what I can do to YOU.
"Okay, shrimp," came David's voice from behind me. "Time for you
to get
to work." Rough fingers plucked me off the ground, pinning my arms to
my side. He stood up and made me sit astride his dick, about halfway
up its length, and ordered me to work it with my body while Susan
worked the tip with her mouth. For a good ten minutes I rolled around
the top of this tree-sized pecker, while less than five feet away a
mouth big enough to swallow me worked up and down the shaft, often
coming close enough to touch. A few times, while I was lying with my
arms and legs wrapped around him, Sue's lips rolled over me, enveloping me
almost completely in her maw, and pressing me tightly between the roof
of her mouth and the giant shaft.
The action became more and more frenetic, and I was having a lot of
trouble holding on. She stroked faster and faster, finally pushing me
back against the hair at the end of his dick with her lips, until he
came down her huge throat, and released an enormous groan. I could feel
the semen pounding out of him as it coursed through his c--- between
my legs.
I had to hold on tight as the world changed orientation again while
David collapsed on the bed. I watched as his organ slowly deflated,
dropping down to a mere eight feet in length.
