Rocket Man

 By Pete

I have always had a fascination with giants. My interest however is not to be in a world where a single giant could destroy anything on his way, but in a world where I were the diminutive being and everyone and everything else around me were gigantic in size. For that reason, I applied myself to the sciences: chemistry, biology, you name it, to try to discover a way to shrunk myself. Being the son of a multi-millionaire helped, providing me plenty of resources and access to the best scientists in the world. When I finally discovered a safe way to shrunk myself and grow back to normal size, I tried it right away. In a second, the world became gigantic and I felt as vulnerable as the weakest of insects... even more. I was naked, I felt cold, and there was nothing fun about this. When I returned to normal size, I made sure I learned how to shrink inanimate materials too and provided myself with clothes and other instruments.
By now, I am 28 years old. I study a PhD in Biology and enjoy going everyday to class, where I have some of the most handsome classmates you can imagine. Many fantasies have occurred to me while listening to a boring lecture, about being ant-size before some of my classmates. While I was thinking that it struck me: why not make my fantasy a reality, now that I can? Sure the risks are great, but so would be the rewards! I decide to plan doing it the following day.
I wake up very early and go to school before anyone is in there. I go straight to the lobby, near the locker of one particular giant. I hide my stuff in my locker and reduce myself and my clothes to 3 inches. Soon the world becomes gigantic to me. I hide under one couch and wait for people to arrive. The classmate I am especially waiting for is Bryan. He is not very tall, but has the most delicious calves you can imagine, covered nicely with some blonde hair. His feet are very hot too and he has the habit of wearing shorts and sandals. He's not the bodybuilder type, but he's muscular and has short blonde hair, blue eyes, and a three-day shadow of beard in his face. I know he always sit in the couch I'm hiding under everytime he comes to school, so I wait impatiently. Finally I feel his arrival. The world around me trembles as he nears and I admire in awe his majestic walking, as in slow motion. His face is now out of my sight, soon he reaches the couch and sits down. The wood screams under his heavy body; for a second I think the couch is going to fall down and crush me. It does not happen. I guess it was just my imagination, or maybe at my size I'm more aware of these 'little' things. In front of me, his two massive calves and back of his feet fill my vision. I listen carefully as he takes books out of his backpack and then I guess he must be reading as usual before class. 'This is my chance,' I think, and as in many characters of Shadow's stories (that I love to read on the Internet), I cannot help but touch Bryan's massive appendages. Just as I do so, I feel them move slightly. I panic. Nothing happens. It was just a reflective motion. He could crush me as a bug at any time and he would not even know it. My fantasy became a reality, my dream became truth! Having learned from many macrophilic stories not to take absurd risks, I decide to go back to hiding. I keep admiring Bryan's gigantic feet, but cannot help but think about how it would feel touching his calves, especially their hair.

I'm lost in these thoughts, when all of a sudden I see Bryan lift his feet out of my sight. He placed them in the table in front of the couch. I had forgotten about this other habit he had, while reading for a class. 'Damn it!' I think, 'I wished I could somehow fly to his calves!' There's nothing I can do to be nearer to him without exposing myself, so I decide to wait hiding under the couch. More people come and go, a couple of Bryan's friends stay around with him until is near the time to go to class. Finally, he places his feet back on the floor, standing up, and walks around the couch towards his locker. I follow his every step with great pleasure. Such sexy feet; it's hard to describe. They were well formed, masculine... even at normal size I had thought that each one of his toes reflected so much power... He opens his locker to grab some stuff, when a single pen falls down to the floor and rolls over towards me, under the couch. 'This is it,' I think. I think about running but I'm paralized with fear. Bryan didn't even turn. He simply crouched, letting me admire his lifting feet and then an out-stretched hand grabbed the pen in front of me. I am out of breath. His hands were so hot too, every finger was muscular and a little hairy, I knew his palm well because I had admired it in the past, so rough looking but at the same time soft. Effortlessly he lifts the pen and in an instant is back on track. I sigh in relief. That was a close one. I don't know what I would have said if he had discovered me.
A moment later the place is empty. Everybody is in class, so I walk from under the couch and walk towards a safe place where I can grow back to normal. I had forgotten about Steve, the cyclist, who was always late for class.

Steve was not exceptionally tall, nor was he extremely muscular. He had an athletic body, though, the biker, hiker, ultimate frisbee, beach volleyball player type. He always wore shorts and a t-shirt in class. His hair was long, but not enough to have a tail. His calves were impressive, round and full of muscle. He had broad shoulders and just watching him walk nearby made me shiver. His presence simply took my breath away and I had never managed to articulate a single word to him. If this happenned to me at normal size, you can imagine my excitement when I heard him come blasting towards his locker.
Common sense screamed to me to get out of the way. But Steve's presence was irresistible. I shut down the rational part of my brain and stayed right where I was. I was lucky not to be in the way of Steve's shoes, which slammed right in front and right behind me. I enjoyed every second of my view under him. Then I turned to admire him quickly changing his biking shoes for sandals. His feet were amazing at any size. Each toe was massive. He never noticed my small presence and as soon as he was done, he ran to class. My mind was consumed with desire, all I could think of was that I wanted to be close to this massive giant, so I ran after him as fast as I could. Not surprisingly only a few seconds later he was far away from my sight. I was puffing until I finally calmed down and sighed in frustration. If I was to enjoy this size, I needed a fast and unconspicuous way of transportation. I hid under a corner and grew back to normal. I was in great need of rest, so I went back home and skipped class that day. While asleep, I dreamed I was once again shrunk and that I could fly towards Bryan's calves and enjoy touching and admiring them and that I could follow Steve flying after him. I woke up and set up to work on a way to make true my dream. I remembered the rocket man of the L.A. Olympics of 1984 and immediately searched for more information about it. The technology to become a rocket man had existed for years, so it was not hard to come up with the necessary equipment. The following week, I decided I would repeat my adventure at school, this time as a mini rocket man.

Once again, I wake up very early and go to school before anyone is in there. I go straight to the lobby, near Bryan’s locker. I hide my stuff in my locker and reduce myself to 3 inches, as well as my clothes and flying equipment proportionally. Once again the world becomes gigantic. I hide under Bryan’s couch and wait for his arrival. Soon enough I feel the world tremble at his footsteps. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM... The steps grow louder and louder, until he reaches the couch and sits down. There, in front of me, are those enormous heels, and above, his delicious calves. I ignore the sounds of the couch under the tremendous pressure of Bryan’s weight. I listen attentively as he takes his books out and begins his class preparation. Slowly, I walk towards Bryan’s massive right foot and admire his astonishing presence. I cannot help but gulp as I see it. I am instantly tempted to run towards it and climb it. I refrain myself, however, thinking there will be more and better opportunities to do it without being exposed. I go back to hiding, waiting for him to lift up his feet on the table as he usually did. He does it, so I prepare my equipment to fly towards them. As I turn it on, I notice a distinctive “zoom.” I don’t think much of it, being as I was full of desire to try it. I am able to remain stationary for a while, having plenty of time to be near the massive muscle and admire it. Bryan had notice the zooming sound and he attributed to some kind of mosquito flying around school. He shrugged and continued reading for his class. I cannot resist but touch Bryan’s right calf and I immediately sense a reaction movement from it. Nothing happens. I sigh in relief and continue my exploration. I fly along the back part of his leg, so there is no chance Bryan could see me unless he deliberately tried to. I stop one more time to enjoy the view. I become overconfident that he could not catch me spying him, so I act a little carelessly. I touch his leg’s hairs and feel their cable-like strength. Just as I move along, I know something is wrong.
Bryan actually felt my touching and thought the mosquito he had heard before was by his leg biting him. In a reflective motion his huge hand came blasting over me before I was able to escape. The hand never actually touched me, but slapped the leg at an incredible speed, sending gusts of wind in the process and throwing me out of control towards the floor, generally under Bryan’s legs. I felt gusts of wind and tremors in all directions as the giant moved above and placed his right foot back on the floor, moving forward from the couch to locate the “insect” that had disturbed his studying. He did not distinguish my small human form perhaps because his brain refused to accept the possibility of an ant-size man. He removed his left foot from the table and prepared to crush me into oblivion, when out of panic I screamed to the top of my lungs. Bryan was barely able to change his aim at the last second, planting his foot strongly a few steps from me, sending me flying once again, this time under the table. Bryan had heard me and although he did not quite know what I was, his natural curiosity made him want to find out.
He immediately stood up and crouched to try to see under the table. Meanwhile, I was getting out of my initial shock and decided I did not want to wait until being discovered. I turned on my device and flew to the opposite side of the table and out of harm’s way. Bryan heard the zooming sound and lifted his sight to try to identify where it came from. He saw me and began chasing after me, the same way I had done many times trying to capture an annoying fly. His aim was good and several times he was close to completely obliterate me. He wanted to capture me in his cupped hands, to later place me in a glass container.
After a couple of near misses, I considered for a split second whether I should end this hopeless chase by turning myself in before he could accidentally crush me. I decided I was not going to give up without trying first a bold move. I flew low directly towards him, expecting to fly under his legs. Just as I was approaching, he clapped his hands right under me, sending me flying upwards towards the inside of his shirt. My flying equipment got trapped in a piece of his T-shirt right above his belly button. I tried to get myself out, but it was impossible. Bryan did not see what had actually happened, so he continued to look around the room. Then he thought the “bug” might have entered his shirt, although he thought that was not likely. He turned down his head to see under his shirt, but I was concealed enough to avoid being seen. His massive chest and tight T-shirt worked for my advantage. Sighing in frustration, he turned back towards the couch to resume his studying.
At each step he took, I bumped against his rock-hard abs, ultimately falling loose when he sat down. He immediately placed a book in front of him, while I landed on the top of his short, still under his T-shirt.
Needless to say I was happy to be alive. I had barely survived his merciless chase, but had been anyway trapped by him. I enjoyed the view for a moment of his abs and massive chest high above me. Flying out of the T-shirt from up there would be suicide. He would hear my zooming and the best case scenario would be to end up in his hands. The only way out was walking away from him, which meant walking along his shorts.
I was right over his genital area and the shortest way out meant to walk over it. Trying to move towards one of the leg would have taken too much time and I thought there was a good chance that the clothes wrinkles would make my walking over his penis safe. I was right for a while, but then encountered a part where I actually had to step over his member. It instantly moved and I felt in horror movement by the giant outside the T-shirt. He sat down a little more straight, sending me rolling downwards and with his right hand he adjusted his penis, pushing me in the process. The weight of his hand when he did this was almost unbearable, I felt myself being moved from one side to the other with no control of my body. “At least he won’t slam his hand here,” I thought, trying to see the positive side of the situation. Despite the obvious dangers, I continued to move downwards, being “adjusted” a couple of times in the process.
Bryan could not figure out why he was becoming horny and could not concentrate in his book.
After minutes of struggle that felt like hours, I finally saw light at the end of the T-shirt. I was still in Bryan’s shorts, directly over his penis, which was becoming at this point visibly erected. I was getting ready to fly right out of there, when another giant entered the room, causing Bryan to sit completely straight and place his book over his legs, hiding his small hard-on. I was sent flying to the couch, trapped right under his crotch. Every time I tried to break free, my movements caused Bryan to become further aroused (and embarrassed) without knowing why. I knew I could continue moving as long as the conversation between the two giants continued, so I began to panic when I heard the other giant was leaving. Bryan immediately brought his enormous hand in front of me and used it to lift his crotch and adjust his balls one more time. For a second, I was actually over his hand, but fell free over the couch. In a quick movement, Bryan took his hand out and once again concealed his hard-on with the book. The other giant had returned to tell him something. I thought this was my chance, so I flew out of danger towards the floor under the couch. Bryan was too busy trying to hide his hard-on to care about the zooming mosquito flying by his legs and the other giant didn’t even notice. I was exhausted by this near-death experience, so I laid down on the floor and waited for the giants to leave.

Bryan stood up a couple of minutes later and went straight to the restroom (he probably had some cleaning to do...). I followed his every step as much as I could. I had hoped he would return afterwards, but he didn’t.
People came and went, some stayed around for a little while before leaving. I took it easy this time and just laid down and enjoyed the gorgeous feet in both sandals and sneakers walking around me. Their size didn’t cease to amaze me, as did the grace with which they moved, sending tremors everywhere. I found all those Nike, Adidas and New Balance shoes extremely arousing! This was better than the best porn movie for a non-macrophilic man.
Minutes went by and soon the place was empty. I heard loud running steps in the distance, which indicated Steve was coming. I stood up immediately, my heart pounding hard in anticipation. As I stood, my size control fell out of my pocket without me noticing. Steve's presence had such an effect in me!
I ran closer to the place where he was already changing his biking shoes for sandals. I got a glimpse of those perfectly formed feet and hands. He could easily be a feet-and-hands model and make tons of money with it. Each and every single finger and toe exuded masculinity and strength.
While he was finishing, I flew into his backpack to go along with him to class.
He closed his backpack and grabbed it rapidly as he ran. Inside, I felt violent movements sending me back and forth. Enormous notebooks and books moved along with me, threatening to cause serious injury. The 'earthquake' did not last long, though, and in seconds I felt the backpack being placed on the floor. Quickly and without paying much attention to the interior, Steve opened the backpack and took out a heavy book and a notebook. He left the backpack opened, allowing light to come inside and letting me glance the giant world outside. I flew out of the backpack and landed on Steve’s planted sandal.
The temptation to walk over his big toe was impossible for me to resist; I ran straight in that direction, causing Steve a tickle that sent me flying to the floor. This time I got a little hurt. I turned in time to admire a monstrous index finger scratch the place where I had just been running.
The lecture lasted an hour but for me it seemed to have lasted only seconds. I had flown over Steve’s knees, legs, and shorts, I had seen his enormous hand scratch his knees right after I caressed the small hairs he had on top of them, and I had sat on the shorts and enjoyed every slight movement of his body as he attended class. When I heard books being closed, I flew right back to the backpack. I avoided being in the way of Steve’s book and notebook as he placed them back in and saw the giant close the backpack. Once he got to the locker area, he changed shoes and then opened the backpack. I did not have a chance to get out without being seen and the sandals came right on top of me before I could avoid them. Soon I heard the sound of the backpack being closed again and the smell of the sandals filled the place. It was overpowering. Steve was a very clean man, but it was summer and he naturally sweated a little even in the air-conditioned class. This, combined with the swaying movement and the emotions of the day contributed to my passing out, while Steve rode his bike back home.
When I woke up, the place was still and I felt the weight of a piece of a sandal on top of me. I moved out of the way and tried to figured out what had happened. The backpack was closed and I was in complete darkness. Outside I could hear muffled sounds of what seemed a giant’s footsteps. Then they stopped. Suddenly, the backpack was lifted and opened. A huge hand went in and took the sandals out. At the same time great noise came from afar.
Steve had gone back to his apartment and was sitting down in the couch on his living room, getting ready to watch a little TV while eating a snack. The backpack was placed back on the floor and left opened, which gave me a chance to fly out and explore. The giant was bare foot but getting ready to wear his sandals.
I landed in the thick carpet under his legs, besides his feet. It took me a while to realize what had happened and where I was. I immediately identified the giant's feet as Steve's... I had lusted at them so many times! Soon I figured out this had to be his apartment.
I needed to find an isolated place to go back to normal so I looked around and began flying away from under the sofa. I saw a kitchen to my right, a bathroom slightly left and further left a semi-open door. The entrance door had to be the one to the left of the kitchen. I flew in that direction and landed next to it. I easily squeezed under it. Sure enough, it conducted to a long corridor as far as I could tell. I flew around and found a spot I could use. That's when I noticed my size control missing. My subconscious brought it all up to mind and now I remembered having heard something fall down out of my pocket when I was under Bryan's couch in school. Or perhaps it was in Steve's backpack when I passed out? I had to find out; otherwise, I would remind this size forever!
I flew back to Steve's apartment and squeezed under the door. The TV was off and Steve was not sitting in the couch. I heard what seemed the sound of a waterfall in the distance and knew immediately where Steve was. He was taking a shower! This was my chance to admire his impressive body in all his naked might, yet I also needed to find the size control soon. When I heard his powerful voice singing in the shower, I knew what I had to do. I was not going to let go this one-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
I flew to the bathroom’s door and squeezed right in...

I was about to add new meaning to the phrase “I know enough Spanish to get myself in trouble” and I also was about to find out how right Tim Allen was when he wrote: “Don’t stand too close to a naked man!”...
Steve was singing along a tape that was playing in the background, some song I had never heard... in Spanish. Being a biologist and a hiker, Steve had traveled several times to Latin America and other countries, and was fluent in Spanish. I had been in Spain a couple of times and knew very little of the language. Besides, I was too busy trying to find a way to spy Steve in the shower to care much about what he was saying. However, I paid attention when I clearly distinguished the word for “giant:” “GIGANTE!” What could he be singing about? All I could hear was: something... “GIGANTE, me siento tan pequeno” something “aqui.” I knew that meant: “GIANT, I feel so small ... here.” Was Steve macrophilic? That would be awesome! It kind of made sense, I had never seen him with a girl and as far as I knew he had no girlfriend. I guess I wanted to believe this was possible, it would be so great! The song finished soon after repeating this phrase a couple of times, and the next song was one by INXS. I kept repeating in my head the words: “I’ve got to let you know, so slide over here, and give me a moment... I’ve got to let you know, I’ve got to let you know...” That decided me to fly over the shower’s door and try to let Steve know I was a macrophilic.
The Spanish song was in fact a love song, about a guy who felt the room becoming gigantic and feeling small when his girl was not with him. The complete phrase was: “Y la habitacion se me hace gigante, me siento tan pequeno si no estas aqui.” As soon as I began flying, I knew I had committed a mistake, when I saw a Playboy magazine over the toilet. Before I could get any further, Steve suddenly finished his shower and opened the door, sending vapor across the room. I was trapped in the air current formed by the opened door and then was hit by Steve’s body, directly over his pelvis, getting stuck in a drop of water that came running down. My flying equipment got completely wet and useless and there was nothing I could do. Steve was completely oblivious to all this, he proceeded to dry his hair and then his back, arms, and chest. Meanwhile, I had completed my journey to the floor, not without having touched his enormous left leg, calf, and foot. I looked up at his gorgeous, tanned body, and instead of running away, I stayed and admired him.
Steve sat down over the toilet and proceeded to dry his feet. That’s when his sight went to the floor. “WHAT THE FUCK!,” I heard him say, loud as a thunder. “I’m doomed,” I thought, not quite knowing why I had just used in my head this famous 3CPO’s phrase. “ANTS!!!” Before I could do anything, Steve had grabbed his right sandal and slammed it violently on the floor. I had only time to crouch and felt a powerful wind whoosh me away, sending me closer to Steve’s left foot. A bunch of ants had felt my presence and identified me as an enemy. They were going generally in my direction, when Steve saw them. They got all smashed into a formless pulp. He never noticed me rolling and coming to a stop near his “little” toe. He grabbed a piece of toilet paper and removed what was left of the ants in a swift movement, throwing them to the trash. “I GOTTA CLEAN THIS PLACE!” he said to himself, as he began dressing. This brought to mind how easily he could completely destroy me, how enormous his strength was comparatively, and how important it was to get out of the way! I ran for cover under the toilet and prayed his cleaning would not start soon.

Steve got dressed giving me barely time to compose myself. My flying equipment was useless, so I was back to the hopeless alternative of running for hide and cover. I waited a while after he left the bathroom before beginning my journey towards his backpack. It looked like I was going to be stuck in Steve's apartment for a while.
Steve had left the apartment to buy cleaning supplies and returned an hour later. Meanwhile, I had managed to reach the living room's couch and was hiding and waiting for my equipment to dry. I sensed his powerful steps a few moments before he opened the door. 'The MAN is here,' I thought. He opened the door and sent a gentle breeze into the apartment. I saw him passing through the door frame and could not avoid but think: “Gosh, he’s so gorgeous!” It was precisely his handsomeness that made me vulnerable, the irresistible desire to be close to him filled my brain. He wasn't aware of any of this, he simply walked towards the couch, sat down, and changed his shoes for sandals. I wanted to run to his feet and scream that I was his, that he could do with me as he pleased! I ran, but he stood up before I could get there and walked towards the bathroom. He left me far behind in a few steps, still running after him.
'What am I doing?,' I thought. I calmed down and tried one more time my equipment. This time it worked. Not wanting to be far from Steve, I flew to the bathroom and landed on top of a shelf. Steve was busy cleaning everywhere. Then, all of a sudden, it was clear he was going to clean the shelf where I was in. I flew away but in the process got stuck in a spider's net, that Steve brushed away without noticing, taking me with him. I was on a cloth in his right hand and then fell down along with some dust into a trash bag. I flew out of it as fast as I could and flew around Steve and towards the floor near the door, trying to squeeze out of it. I was just outside the bathroom, near the closest wall, when I saw him leave the bathroom with the Playboy magazine in hand. It didn't take a genius to know what he was about to do: he walked to his bedroom and laying down in bed, began 'reading the articles.'
I flew over there, certain that he would not notice my presence now no matter what I did. He was wearing a T-shirt and I was anxious to see him without it, so I looked around and soon found the heater controls. It was the quiet type of heater, so I turned it on and in a matter of seconds I saw drops of sweat form in Steve's body. I landed by his huge feet on the bed and saw in awe as the giant sat down straight and took his shirt off, throwing it to the floor. I was in heaven. He held the magazine with his right hand and his left hand was sitting on the bed. The muscles of his arms were incredible. I flew over his now sweaty left hand and wanted to end right there the secrecy of my presence. I walked right between his fingers, oblivious of the danger, and was ready to end my days right there with the slightest movement by the giant. I heard a heavy breath and felt movement on the bed. The hand then raised high above me and went into the magazine to switch pages. I flew over the giant's abs and walked around the hairs there, turning to see the gigantic hard-on that the magazine was producing on him. As I said, I was in heaven... and he was having a good time too!

As Steve turned the page, eager to see more naked women, he ran into one of his favorite sections of the Playboy magazine: Party Jokes.
Beads of sweat were making Steve’s skin glisten, making my footing precarious. I managed to make my way up the hills of his abs. They were deep and furrowed and covered with a fine light fuzz. I followed through them until they got thicker and thicker. By now, I was in the middle of his abs.
Steve began reading a joke about a bride who became annoyed at her husband’s lusty advances on their wedding night. The bride told the groom: “Just so we understand each other, I demand proper manners in bed, just as I do at the dinner table.” The groom smoothed his rumpled hair and carefully climbed between the sheets. He then asked: “Is that better?” and she replied: “much better.” “Very good, darling,” he whispered, “would you be so kind as to pass the pussy?” At this, Steve began chuckling uncontrollably.
I didn’t have time to react. The place I was standing on was jolted up and down and I felt like I was getting a bit sick. The abs were spasming in on me and the hard flesh was alternately tossing me about and crushing my legs and feet. I tried to run out of there and tripped and fell right into one of the deep valleys between the abs. At that precise moment, an alarm clock went on and Steve turned it off abruptly with a tremendous strike. He quickly sat up exclaiming: “SHIT, I GOTTA GO!,” as I was screaming, my tiny voice muffled by folds of flesh that closed around my head. I was encased in a vise of flesh that was impossible to open. I was only released when Steve stood up. I fell down and was stroke by a piece of cloth from his boxer, which sent me flying forward. I was almost knocked out, but managed to have enough presence of mind to turn on my flying equipment and get out of Steve’s way. I landed safely near the closest wall and watched the giant move around the apartment.
He was obviously in a hurry. I remembered we had a class right about that time. This was my chance to go back to school, so I flew to his backpack and waited for him to carry it. I could hear his thunderous steps in the distance, later becoming louder and louder as he approached. Then they stopped an instant before he grabbed the backpack shaking me violently. He placed his sandals in, right over me, closed the backpack, and placed it on his shoulders. He went running to his bike and then riding to class. I was now used to the powerful smell of his sandals, so I didn’t pass out this time. I remained awake, looking for my size control. I gave up after a while and resigned to keep looking for it afterwards at school.
A few minutes later we were at school, I felt every step of his way to the locker area and waited with anticipation the opening of the backpack. I looked up to his thick, hairy hand come in, never aware of me even though he seemed to be looking directly at me, and I saw him take the sandals out. As he was putting them on, I sneaked out of the backpack and flew towards under Bryan’s couch. Once there, it took me a second to find the size control. I had made it! I had survived without being discovered and I had enjoyed one of the best experiences of my life! Just as I was being filled with a sense of accomplishment and relief, a quarter came rolling rapidly directly towards my back. It stroke me and threw me to the floor, but the worst part was that it fell down over me. The weight wasn’t unbearable, but it had come to me by surprise and startled me for a second. My mind quickly realized what was going to happen: Steve had dropped a quarter accidentally and his hand would soon come after it to pick it up. “Shit!,” I thought, “to be found trapped like this after all I had been through!”

To my surprise, Steve did not come after the quarter that was over me. Instead, I felt his thunderous steps as he stormed to class. 'I guess he didn't notice the quarter falling,' I thought, but soon realized my mistake. The quarter was not Steve's. There was someone else in the room, and I could feel his presence. He was approaching slowly, scanning the floor in search of several coins that had fallen off his pocket. I tried to look in front of me and was shaken by a powerful knee knocking on the floor. Soon an enormous face followed, revealing startling blue eyes, blond hair, and almost white eyebrows. The giant had seen the quarter and immediately tried to pick it up. Instinctively I crouched, causing the coin to move slightly, enough to catch his attention. He was puzzled by the small movement, but nevertheless grabbed the coin between enormous thumb and index fingers, lifting it up from me, but dropping it again to my right. His eyes and mouth opened widely as he saw me and I just dared to look up to see what he was doing. I had been discovered! I tried to turn my equipment on, but the giant guessed my intentions and quickly brought his right hand on top of me. I thought I was going to be crushed, but was actually held harmless under his palm. I was in complete darkness. I felt the hand move and the fingers wrap around me. As he was lifting me, he effortlessly crippled my flying equipment, rendering it useless. I felt myself being lifted and being brought closer to the giant's face, who was still with his knee on the floor. I was completely unable to move and every slight movement of the hand sent waves of pain throughout my body. He seemed to notice my suffering and spoke to me in a strong voice: 'I'LL PUT YOU IN MY HAND'S PALM... DON'T TRY TO ESCAPE!' He did as promised and I stumbled in his hand, breathing heavily in relief. 'WHO ARE YOU?' he asked, probably in a normal voice that was nevertheless hurtful at my size, given the proximity to his mouth. I felt his eyes follow my every movement. I stood up and tried to communicate with him, but he couldn't listen to me. He brought me closer, so that I was now in front of his enormous lips and nose. I looked up to his eyes and screamed my name and who I was. He seemed to have listened. I could not recognize him; I had certainly never seen him at school, but before I could ask him any of this he asked again, this time in a softer voice: 'WHAT HAPPENNED TO YOU?' Being so close to his mouth, I saw in horror as it opened and closed while he talked, seeing his enormous teeth that could so easily break me in pieces. How I wished I would have been discovered by Steve or Bryan! At least they knew me and I knew them! Being in the hand of this complete stranger, I felt in great danger! I explained to him that I was a scientist and this had been an experiment I was conducted. I instructed him to place me back on the floor, so I could show him how I could grow back to normal size. He listened to me with curiosity and demanded to know how I could do such prodigy. I took the size control out of my pocket and as I did, someone entered the room and the giant instinctively turned to face the person coming. The movement caused me to lose balance and I fell to the hand, sending the size control out of the giant's hand and to the floor, several feet below. The giant stood up without noticing any of this and placed me quickly into one of his trouser's pocket, stepping inadvertently over the control and leaving the building. I found myself pressed in mountains of fabric that were his pocket and handckerchief. I heard noise from the outside that indicated the giant had gone to his car. Before sitting in, he took me out of the pocket to avoid crushing me in the process. He sat in and not having where else to place me, he put me on an empty coffee mug. The smell was overpowering, I felt him lift the mug to his face and for a moment I thought he was about to drink me out of the mug. Instead, he simply said: 'SORRY ABOUT THAT. I JUST THOUGHT I WOULD LET YOU SHOW ME HOW THE CONTROL WORKS IN PRIVATE.' I tried to explain that I had lost the control, but before I could do it, he had placed the mug back in its container and was starting his car. We drove for 5 minutes and he took me into his home. He placed me in a coffee table in the living room, sat in a couch, lifted the table with me on it and placed it in front of him. 'SO, YOU WANT ME TO PLACE YOU IN THE FLOOR THEN?' I explained to him what had happenned with the control and he seemed to be terribly sorry. 'BUT YOU SURE HAVE SOME TYPE OF REPLACEMENT, RIGHT?' 'No!,' I screamed, 'that was the only one!' 'SO IT MEANS YOU'LL STAY LIKE THIS FOREVER?' 'Yes!' 'I'M SORRY!' We stayed a minute in silence and then he slammed his hand on the table and said: 'DON'T WORRY ABOUT ANYTHING, I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU AND WE'LL FIGURE SOMETHING OUT!' The slamming hand had left me in shock but I sort of overheard what he had said. 'SHOULD I CALL ANYONE FOR HELP?' 'No!,' I said. I didn't want anybody to find out about my discovery; not this way for sure. There would be too many questions. 'WELL THEN, YOU'LL HAVE TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO. I HAVE TO PICK UP MY WIFE VERY SOON, SO THAT DOESN'T LEAVE US TOO MUCH TIME.' 'Great,' I thought, 'he has a wife!' 'I need to think what to do next. Go and pick up your wife. I'll just stay here.' 'NO WAY! HERE IT WOULD BE TOO DANGEROUS. I'LL PLACE YOU IN OUR OLD HAMSTER'S CAGE. WE'LL BE BACK IN AN HOUR.' That said, he didn't leave me much of a saying. He picked me up and placed me in the cage, where I felt completely humiliated. 'You can't do this! You can't leave me here like this!' He heard my last comment and was very displeased. He took me out of the cage with two fingers and placed me in front of his face once again and said: 'LISTEN, THIS IS THE SAFEST PLACE FOR YOU TO BE IN THIS HOUSE. YOU DON'T WANT TO BE WHERE MICE OR OTHER PESTS COULD HARM YOU.' Then, squeezing a little more than necessary, he pointed: 'BESIDES, I'M TRYING TO HELP YOU BECAUSE THIS IS IN PART MY FAULT... YOU DON'T WANT ME TO LEAVE YOU IN A SHOEBOX OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT INSTEAD, DO YOU?' 'No,' I said reluctantly. 'THAT'S BETTER NOW I'LL LEAVE YOU IN THE CAGE AND I'LL BE BACK IN AN HOUR.'
I walked around my cage, enraged, but finally calmed down and fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of fingers poking the cage. 'WAKE UP!' I heard the giant say, and as soon as I stood up, a woman's voice said: 'HE'S SO CUTE!' 'I TOLD YOU,' the giant said, hugging his wife. 'CAN I HOLD IT IN MY HAND?' 'SURE, DARLING,' and the giant took me out of the cage as if I were nothing more than a pet. I wanted to remain in his strong hand, but instead I was handed to his wife's. He touched my head with his index finger and asked me to turn around. I did and I saw the giant's face in front of me saying: 'I TALKED WITH SARAH AND WE DECIDED WE'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU FOR AS LONG AS NECESSARY, SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT A THING, OK LITTLE FELLOW?' 'Little fellow?' I thought. Well, I guess he could have called me worse. Not wanting to be ungrateful to my hosts, I nodded and thanked him for their generosity.

To be continued…