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Misunderstanding
I was trying to figure out those two guys standing near the bow, an older man and a younger man. The younger man actually was probably only about 20 or so. He had not dresses as warmly as the rest of us, but his long sleeved t-shirt gave him some cover, but the long shorts showed goosebumps on his slightly hairy lower legs.
I had seen these two quite a bit around the boat, always seeming to wind up near where I was when the crew pointed out an interesting sight and this was no different. I leaned forward and was surprised to hear a language I didn't understand when the younger man spoke. It sounded vaguely eastern European and when I took a chance to look at his face, I kind of saw it in the,I believe they are called heavy features. Not that he was ugly at all, in fact with his slighly wavy black hair he was actually kind of handsome. The only thing that slighly ruined it for me was his almost permanent frown ridge which stayed in place even when he smiled.
Oh well, I thought, time to take one last look and I went to head up to the top deck. We hit a couple good waves just then and I decided thta even though we only had about a 1/2 hr left in the tour, I'd better take a sea sickness pill. The chips I had had earlier were struggling to get free. Another wave knocked the pill from my grasp and I bent down to pick it up. I swallowed it and headed up to the top deck, now totally abandoned in the fog.
I had only taken a step or two towards the nearest bench when I knew I had picked up something other than my sea sick pill. I fell to the bench, curled up into a ball and passed out.
When I came to, I screamed. The white plastic bench I was still lying on was now dwarfing me. The floor looked like it was 30' down and everything else was gigantic. I had shrunk.
Before I had a chance to figure out how to get help, I heard someone coming up the stairs from the lower level. As soon as I saw the top of his head, I could see that it was my young foreign 'friend'. Every step he took brought me the reality of my new, tiny stature. The more of him I could see, the more frightened I got. Once he was standing near the bench that I cowered on, I had to look far up into the sky to see his face, towering stories over me. He took a step to the left and the sun was blotted out and his huge form filled my view. I scambled back, but he caught my movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned, trying to see what had moved. It took him a few seconds to think about looking down and when he saw me, I screamed again.
He spoke a couple words in whatever language he spoke and I called out to him.
"Please!" I screamed, "You've got to help me!" He cocked his head at my call and I wasn't sure if he was trying to make out my words or trying to believe that a tiny man had spoken to him.
He leaned down to get a better look and my fear grew as huge as the gigantic man in front of me. Everywhere I looked I saw him, his huge face descending down towards me, his eyes as big as footballs. Acres and acres of cloth covered him, and I knew that the bench cut off my view of even more of him.
"Please!" I called out again, "Help me!"
And then I saw it, the hand. He brought up his left hand and started extending it towards me. My gaze shifted from his huge face to the monstrous hand closing in on me. It was almost like his hand was another giant creature all together and it was hunting me. He...it...extneded one finger towards me.
"No!" I screamed, "What are you doing?" But nothing I said would stop this young giant from doing what he wanted. Just as the hand got so close that it now filled my vision, a voice came from the lower level.
"Talos?" called the voice, and then a sentence I couldn't understand. But now I knew my young giant's name. I tore my gaze from the hand and stared up at the giant's, Talos's face.
"Talos!" I yelled, "Please, don't touch me! Go get help!" He smiled, hearing me call his name, but everything else was lost in our mutual ignorance of each other's language.
This time it was my gaze that was distracted by movement and that movement was Talos's hand continuing it's journey towards me.
"No!" I screamed as the first three fingers touched my legs and pulled me towards the rest of the hand, like arms feeding some giant machine. I slid along the plastic surface of the bench and wound up under Talos's palm, my hands actually feeling the individual ridges that made up his palm print. Before I had even a moment to process this distrubing sensation, his hand turned and I was lifted off the surface of the bench as his fingers curled under me. My entire body, except for my head was now encased in a young man's fist. Talos laughed at my tiny head poking out of his huge fist, but quickly remembered that he had been called.
My world turned again as Talos's shirt now appeared in front of me. I didn't actually scream again until I saw the dark opening of his pocket below me and felt his bottom fingers open as my feet were slid into the pocket. I slid down to the bottom, staying upright, though. Talos had on somewhat tight jean shorts and so I couldn't sit or lie down in the pocket. I had to remain standing, my front pressed against his..oh god...thigh, my head turned to the side. The top of the pocket was too far for my 3-4" form to reach and so there I was, standing in some guy's pocket.
Talos started walking and I cried out as I felt his leg move under me. One tap from Talos' finger from the outside of the pocket informed me what would happen if I repeated that. In silence, then, I hung on as Talos walked, stopped, walked again and then exited the boat, some 20 minutes later.
I thought I had gotten used to walking when another horror was in store for me - sitting. If I had thought the pocket was tight when Talos was upright, having to lie down and having the additional pressure of the jeans material pressing down on me was so much worse. Then Talos decided that he needed reminding that I was there and started to trace around me with a finger. I felt his finger move down my side, up my leg, did he pause for just a second? No, he couldn't have. And then back up again before starting all over again. Some delicious smells made me even more depressed about my situation.
And then we were walking again, for how long I can't say. Finally, the walking was over and light appeared above me as well as two fingers which snaked their way towards me. The fingers were hooked under my arms and pulled me out of the pocket. It wasn't until I was dumped onto a soft surface that I looked around and saw that I was in a hotel room. A one-bed, one-person hotel room. With a giant.
"No!" I screamed, "Let me go!" Talos, emptying his pockets onto the dresser across the room smiled and spoke a few words which I didn't understand. Talos kicked off his shoes and approached the double bed. The soft cover on the bed made it seem like trying to run in snow and soon I was once again acquainted with Talos's hand as he scooped me up and I lay on his palm.
Talos threw himself onto the bed and I hung onto his thumb for dear life, though in retrospect maybe I should have just fallen then and there.
Talos lay down and lowered his hand to his chest. I was standing on his chest, the up and down movement reminding me of the damn boat. He put a hand behind me, a padded wall to hold me up.
"Talos, please. My name is Steve, I don't know how this happened, but you have to help me!" I called to the huge face in front of me.
But Talos only smiled and brought up his other hand. He pulled on my jacket and said two words. He wanted me to take my jacket off? Fine, whatever. The heat rising from his body under me was making it too warm anyway. I took it off and Talos plucked it from my grasp, drawing it closer to his eyes for a moment, testing the reality of my tiny possession.
Before I could say anything else, his other hand was back and heading down, pulling my shoes right off of my feet. What was he....oh shit!
"What are you doing?" I called as my shoes disappeared somewhere across the bed. No answer though, except for the return of the hand, a tug on my shirt and those two words repeated again. I now had a pretty good idea what they meant. You. Strip.
"No!" I screamed, "You can't make me!" I crossed my arms. Bad idea. Talos reached for my untucked shirt and began to pull it up, just about pulling my arm out of the socket.
"Okay!" I yelled, "Okay!" and began to take it off myself. I couldn't believe this was happening, some horny guy from another country was making me strip for him!
He paused then and surveyed my chest and arms. Now I'm not some muscle dude, but I keep myself in pretty good shape. Talos raised a finger and ran it down my chest and abs. He smiled. Fuck!
He pointed down at my socks and soon I was standing on his shirt in my bare feet, hating the feeling.
Then came the clincher. Talos tugged on my pants. I opened my mouth to protest when I saw his hand rise next to me, ready to slap me to the ground if I didn't do as he commanded. In a few seconds, I stood there in my boxers, my pants disappearing along with the rest of my clothes, and my dignity.
And there I stood, in my boxers, being held in the grasp of a giant college student who didn't even understand what I was saying. And he was training me in his language so I could follow his orders.
The hand came back and tugged on my boxers.
I saw only two options at this point. I could refuse to do what Talos was demanding and live with the consequences...or not. My one attempt to bring attention to myself had brought a slap that was not a light one - one that could have hurt me. The size of the hand tugging on my boxerrs made me realize that injury could come very quickly and severely. My other option was to give in and try to endure whatever this giant had in store for me, hoping that the pill would wear off. My survival instinct was going to win over my sense of dignity, at least at this point.
Talos didn't give me the choice, though. I had to stick my arms into the gaps between the fingers behind me to stop myself from being lifted off of the ground as Talos pulled my boxers down with a hard tug and then ripped them off of me in one motion. He then took advantage of my instinct to hold on and squeeze his fingers together, trapping my arms between his gigantic fingers.
So I stood there, nude, without a way to cover myself while a giant student held me on his chest. Talos smiled broadly, either liking what he was seeing, or liking the fact that he could have such control over me.
The hunger I saw in those eyes made me look away; I tried to look out of the window, at other buildings, the sky, anything, so I didn't have to look at that. But Talos wouldn't even give me that as a gigantic finger was placed beside my head as I was made to look forward at my captor again.
Talos began to explore my body, talking to himself under his breath as he did so. Of course I was close enough to hear him, but still had no way of knowing what he was talking about. He ran a finger over my chest and abs again, this time continuing the motion down to my groin before making its way back up. The feeling of the ridges on his finger made me shiver from revulsion, but Talos thought I liked it - I was 'rewarded' with a smile and the petting continued. Soon only petting wasn't enough and Talos decided he wanted to explore his captive further. The hand holding me lifted, but I was held tightly enough by my arms that I was still held in place as my feet left the surface of his shirt. He tilted his hand slightly and then one by one began to explore my extremities. He took each leg, almost gently, between his fingers and his enormous size was brought home to me again when I saw how tiny my foot was compared to just the tips of his fingers.
Talos didn't release my arms, but his other hand did disappear behind me and I felt his giant hand touching mine and I wanted to scream, wanted to get away from this nightmare.
"Let me go you pervert!" I screamed, knowing he couldn't understand, but he did hear something in my tone and his eyes narrowed. He said a short sentence that still baffled me, but from the results, I could pretty much surmise meant "Just wait for what I do next".
Talos then tilted his hand vertical again, but moved it out from his chest and let go. I fell at least 20' to the soft surface of the bed below, into the gap between his legs. Oh fuck.
Talos then did his version of what had happened to me. As soon as I saw him slowly remove his shirt - his eyes never leaving me - I knew the nightmare had only begun. He was obviously keeping in shape too and paused in his own stripping to give me a look at his physique.
Two hands and arms went sailing over me as Talos pulled off his socks. He had to stop here, he just had to!
As soon as his hand headed for his belt buckle, I took off for the end of the bed. I did not want to be around for what was coming next, regardless of the consequences.
Talos gave one sharp, short command. Stop? Who gave a shit? Again, the command as I neared the end of the bed. Then SLAM. The wind was knocked out of me and there was a heavy, warm weight on my bare body. All Talos had had to do was bring one foot down on top of me and I was stuck. He had merely bent his leg and lowered it, I could feel his toes exploring my back.
"Get off!" I screamed, trying to push myself up, but I could not budge. I could sense a lot of movement behind me from Talos, but he took great pains to keep that foot in place. He continued to move his toes above me, doing their own petting on my back. Then there was darkness and rough material rubbing over me as Talos removed his pants. No!
Finally the weight was lifted off of me and I turned over in spite of myself to see the giant before me. Talos had completely stripped - his underwear had come off with his pants. He looked like some giant classical statue, a young Greek god come to life. A god who didn't look very happy with me. Another sentence and a finger pointing at me. And then a fist, squeezing and grinding. 'this is what will happen if you don't listen'? is that what he was trying to say?
Then, a test. He pointed to a spot between his thighs on the bed and uttered two words. This needed no translation. Come here.
I only needed to see the strength in those gigantic hands to know there was one course open to me. I walked forward, trying to look at his chest rather than his face or worse, the giant cock that I was approaching. My captor was fairly well endowed, though as I got closer, it became harder and harder to not see as it grew. Oh shit, he likes this, he's getting off on it.
I approached Talos' huge finger which was dimpling the bedspread under it and tried to ignore the smell coming from in front of me, the musk of my giant captor. I stopped right next to the finger, it was as tall as I was, and stood under the overhang of his hand. Talos said something which was probably "Good". I had obeyed.
He moved his finger and pointed to a place even closer to him - even closer to the growing monster in front of me. I followed it. Closer agian and I followed. Then he pointed to the tip of his cock. I admit, I froze for a second, but only a second. I walked forward and stood right next to the head. In a few seconds, I was knocked down as it grew even larger, pushing me back. Talos laughed from somewhere I above me, but my vision had been narrowed to the finger I wsa following and the cock which I desparately wanted to get away from. Then he pointed to a place several inches, to him, down his cock. Oh shit, I was going to have to touch it.
Then I did something which probably saved my life, I threw caution to the wind, took a few steps back and then vaulted onto his cock, using the bed as a springboard and the head as a place to push off from with my arms as I leapt onto his manhood.
Talos roared with approval as I sat, facing him, straddling his cock. The smell got much worse and the monster leapt under me as Talos dealt with the new sensations I was giving him. A hand descended from above and my upper body was pushed flat against the top of his member, even as my feet dangled to either side. It didn't take long for me to feel a rhythmic vibration under me as Talos quickly grew to full extension. The giant moaned above me as my tiny form was rubbed against his cock and very quickly the huge pump, pump, pump as he came, moaning every louder. The pressure from the hand holding me down lessened and I slid off to the side, grateful at least not to be showered in the cum I saw glistening over the bed spread in front of me.
I didn't stay away from it long, though. Talos grabbed me with a hand covered in the stuff as he got up from the bed and headed into the bathroom.
It was inescapable now.
I belonged to Talos.
The End