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BY THE WORDMASTER
It's an average day and nothing really stands out
I'm just skatin' on the same route
I'm feelin' fine, I've got nothin' to complain about
I'm on my way
It's just an average day
-- "Alarm Clock", The W's
Life isn't easy for the average American teenager, and that's just what I am.
Tyler Watson's the name, slackin' my way through senior year is my game. I'm
fairly tall, 6' 3", and pretty well muscled (I used to be on the basketball
team). Grade-wise, I'm a solid C student. I've got a pathetic job as a cashier
at the local grocery store, a steady girlfriend (Joanne. Love ya, baby!), and no
real plans for the future. Just like every other high school student in America.
Now, enter the difficult part.
My parents got divorced when I was 13, and my dad died shortly after remarrying,
so I ended up living with my stepmom and two extrememly hot stepsisters,
Amy and Karie. Karie and I are both 18 now; Amy's 21 and moved out a while ago.
Although we technically aren't related, it's still frowned upon to hook up with
your stepsister, so I've had to spend years keeping my pent-up lust for my
sisters from exploding.
Enter the really difficult part.
I'm a GTS freak. Don't know when or why it started, but I can't get enough of
the giantess boards. The sight of a female foot sends chills down my spine
(sandals are a gift from God, I must say). Of course, my height prevents me from
finding a chick who could even come close to satisfying my hidden desires, so my
whole sex life has been confined to internet collages and my overactive
imagination.
Until today.
Today, I woke up three inches tall.
Don't ask me why. I didn't wish on any shooting stars, didn't slip in any pools
of unknown chemicals, wasn't the victim of some witch's curse. I just woke up in
an extremely large bed to an extremely loud alarm clock.
But here's the kicker:
Nobody else seems to notice.
They're all acting like my being tinified is as normal as could be. In fact, it
all started at around 6:30 this morning....
****
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
I slammed my fist down where the "snooze" alarm usually was, but my hand
rebounded off a surprisingly soft and cushiony substance. Groggily, I stirred
myself awake, yawned, and stretched. My alarm still blaring, I peered about the
room to figure out what the heck was going on. My knees turned to jelly as I
gaped at my gigantic surroundings. I stood on an enormous field of a mattress.
My alarm clock was a few hundred yards away. I was tiny. Very tiny. The mattress
suddenly shifted alarmingly, heaving downwards as if a great weight had settled
on the other side. I slid down the sloping surface and collided with a large,
warm object. Karie's forearm. She was kneeling on the floor, resting her head
atop her folded arms, which she placed on my mattress.
"Karie!" I screamed in amazement. "My god! Why the hell are you in my room?"
"Hmmf. Y'know, you're not the most chipper of people on a Monday morning."
Without the slightest warning, her long-fingered hand plucked forwards, wrapping
around me. I was pressed face first into her soft, sweet scented palm. I
wriggled about, forcing myself upwards. The warmth of her hand on my body
produced quite a bit of sweat, and the going got easier as I was lubricated with
its salty wetness. I popped my head out from her fist and began shouting.
"Karie! Let go of me! What do you think you're doing?"
Karie giggled as she rose to her feet, me protesting all the while. A sense of
vertigo seized me as she raised her fist towards her face. What seemed like
miles of her satiny nightshirt panned past me. Her shirt was very flimsy, and
she was obviously naked underneath. Upon seeing the bulging swell of breasts,
her nipples standing out darkly against her creamy white skin, I fell silent,
staring in awe. She continued raising me, forcing me to tear my eyes from her
cleavage to her gigantic face. Her thick, luscious lips curved upwards in a grin
and her warm breath washed over me as she spoke.
"What do I think I'm doing? Silly little Tyler, I'm doing what we do every
morning."
I shook my head a bit, clearing my head of the disorientation caused by her
booming voice.
"We're going to take a shower..."
***
I found myself standing nude beside the sink in our bathroom. The thundering of
water gushing from the showerhead drowned out all other sounds. Karie's slinky
nightshirt lay in a heap on the tiled floor, and she stood naked, her back
towards me, testing the temperature of the water. The muscles of her
heart-shaped ass flexed as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. I couldn't
tear my eyes away from her beautiful buttocks. She turned towards me, her lovely
face peering out from her somewhat tangled mane of chestnut-brown hair. Those
silky locks dangled downwards, partially obscuring her generous bosom. She
reached her hand towards me, palm up, forming a platform.
"Hop on," she grinned, "the water's fine."
Hesitantly, I once again found myself in the palm of her hand, though this time
under less constrictive circumstances. She stepped past the shower curtain and
into the tub. An overwhelmingly powerful waterfall beared down on me, forcing me
onto my back. Karie quickly curled her fingers up into a cage, shielding me from
the more forceful drops. With her other hand she picked up a bar of soap. She
swirled it about in her fist, creating a foamy lather. She turned, allowing the
water to strike her back so I would not be knocked out of her grasp. Looking
downwards, I watched the water swirl about her feet, several hundred feet below.
I backed towards the center of her palm, but was stopped by her soap-covered
hand. Her fingers worked quickly, spreading lather all over my body. I gasped
and squeezed my eyes shut. Karie felt my struggles.
"What's wrong? You're acting like this is the first time we've ever done this."
"Isn't it?" I shouted, trying to make my tiny voice heard.
She laughed as she ran me quickly under the water, washing away the soap. "Oh,
Tyler, you're a riot. Now c'mon." She placed the bar of soap before me. "It's my
turn."
I stared up at her face, water streaming down from her wet hair, searching for
some sign of sarcasm. There was none. I walked forwards, placed my hands on the
soap, and rubbed vigorously, building up a lather. She positioned her hand at
strategic locations around her body, allowing me to spread the foam over her
skin. Tremblingly at first, my mind swimming with the strange events of this
morning, but gaining confidence as I noticed how completely at ease with the
situation Karie was, I stretched out my arms and caressed my step-sister's skin.
I finally had the chance to live out my fantasy; I was a mere three inches tall,
touching and fondling one of the hottest girls I had ever seen.
My fingers danced along the long towers of her legs, moved upwards to rub the
ass I had eagerly watched for years, played along her tummy, poking in and out
of her bellybutton, stroking and caressing her breasts, lingering especially on
her nipples. Karie luxuriated in my ministrations, twisting and turning under
the shower. All too soon, she shut the water off and stepped out of the tub. She
vigorously rubbed a towel over her body, keeping a corner dry for me.
"That was great, Tyler. I don't know what came over you, but that was better
than ever. Now, mom's going to drive us to school."
'Better than ever?' I wondered. 'You mean we've done this before? What's going
on?'
***
"Karie, Tyler!" called my stepmom from downstairs, "Hurry up or you'll be late!"
Karie, after dressing and laying out a tiny set of clothes for me (leaving me to
wonder again at what exactly had happened to me and why everyone seemed prepared
for it), gripped me in her hand and hustled downstairs. She held me at chest
level, and I watched her bountiful breasts jiggle and bounce as she jogged down
the stairway.
My stepmom was dressed for work in as sexy a suit as her office would allow. Her
red lacquered nails peeped from her open-toed sandals. Her nylon-clad legs
stretched up under her almost scandalously short skirt. Her neckline plunged
dangerously low. I whistled inwardly, then gasped as I realized that my adoptive
mother's reaction to my condition would likely be less than favorable. To my
immense surprise, she gave a cheery "Good morning!" plucked me from my sister's
hand and tucked me into her cleavage. I was surrounded by firm titflesh from
every side, drinking in the heady scent of my mother's perfume.
"Let's get a move on," she chirped as she made her way out the door, her sandals
clicking and clacking with every step, her breasts heaving and bouncing around
me. Turned on as I was, I had to say something.
"Mom," I began, "don't you notice something out of the ordinary today?"
"Of course, honey." I sighed in relief. "The two of you are running later every
morning. What takes you so long in that shower anyway?"
So much for discovering what was wrong with me. Karie and my mother, with me in
tow, entered the car and sped off towards school.
***
Upon entering, Karie set me down and headed off down the hallway. "See ya after
school, Tyler," she called over her shoulder.
"Wait! Wait!" I cried. I started running, pumping my tiny legs furiously, but
try as I might I couldn't match my sister's colossal strides. She was quickly
lost to my sight and I was alone in a forest of towering teenagers.
It's amazing how different everything looks from three inches off the ground.
The first thing I noticed was how dirty the floor was. Dirt and grime, caked so
deeply into the tiling that it would never be cleaned off, once-insignificant,
now patently obvious bits of litter, candy bar wrappers, and discarded chewing
gum. This school was filthy. But I quickly realized a three inch tall student
wouldn't get very far with his eyes on the ground.
A thundering boom sent shockwaves through the ground, and a tremendous blast of
wind knocked me forwards. I scrambled to my feet and spun around. An absolutely
gigantic foot stood behind me, encased in a stylish pair of
cream-colored, high-heeled, strappy sandals. Unpainted toenails peeped from
beneath the patent leather. A faint odor emanated from the directino of this
enormous foot. Now, as feet go, this was not the most attractive specimen. But
to me, it was heavenly. My first up close and personal encounter with the female
foot! A glorious moment. But all too soon, it ended.
The short, somewhat rough toes splayed as their owner pressed her weight down.
The heel rose higher and higher, and the foot suddenly lifted off the ground. It
passed far overhead with a "whoosh" as its owner continued her trek down the
hallway. I stood stock still for a moment, then began to tremble with fear. Had
that foot fallen scant inches farther forwards... I shuddered. A misplaced step,
a stumble, a dropped bookbag or even pencil could end my life in a second. I
swallowed hard and turned my gaze upwards, keeping my eyes peeled for possible
danger. Hugging the wall, dodging and weaving, I made my way to my locker. But
once I arrived...
"How in the hell am I supposed to get up there?" I exclaimed, staring up at my
combination lock, several stories above me. I spun around when I heard a sweet
voice call, "Need some help, big fella?" Upon turning, the most beautiful feet
in the world graced my vision. They were soft and petite, with high, graceful
arches and well-turned ankles. The toes were short, sweetly shaped and perfectly
proportioned. Each nail was meticulously French pedicured, squared off and
coated in a clear shiny polish with the very tip painted a glistening white.
They were housed in a pair of tall, black platform flip-flops. I knew in a flash
whose feet these were.
My eyes traced the silky smooth skin that soared majestically upwards, was
hidden momentarily by a pair of denim shorts, then resumed, revealing a chubby
tummy. Perky, firm breasts hid behind a white belly shirt, brushed lightly by
long, silky brown hair. Framed by that soft hair was the sweetest face
imaginable, like the face of Heaven's cutest angel. Beth Lockman, my long-time
crush. I couldn't even begin to count the number of times I had ogled her
beautiful form, but I had never had the courage to talk to her directly. But
apparently the ladies love a three-inch man.
"Lemme give ya a hand." And that's just what she did. She bent down, giving me a
wonderful view straight down her shirt, and extended her hand, palm up, much
like Karie had done earlier. Speechless, I nodded and stepped onto her palm. Her
skin was so soft, so silky. She giggled as I stroked her skin, tracing her
lifeline. "Hang on." I was pressed into her yielding flesh as she rose. My
surrounding blurred and whizzed past as we ascended. When we reached my lock, we
stopped abruptly, jarring me further. I fumbled with the lock a bit, but my
insignificant strength combined with my shock at standing in the palm of my
dream girl made my efforts useless. She giggled again and I watched her long,
manicured fingers deftly spin the dial for me.
As I watched those stunningly gorgeous fingers twist and turn my lock, I finally
found my voice. "Beth, how come you know my combo?"
She chuckled. "Oh, Tyler. You act as if I've never helped you get to class
before."
"So... you do this a lot?"
"Well, whenever Joanne isn't around." She pulled my books from the locker. "Now
c'mon. We've got some math to do."
***
I'm not sure when it happened, but I ended up spending my math class at Beth's
feet. I straddled her foot and gripped her toes, rubbing and caressing each. I
exerted quite a bit of effort massaging Beth's feet, and she didn't make it easy
on me. She would flex her toes, spreading them widely to keep them out of my
reach. Then, when I had finally gotten a handhold on her smooth, warm toes, she
would curl them, crushing my hands between their vice-like grip. I placed a kiss
on each of her shiny toenails, licking every inch of her delectable flesh. The
way her feet writhed under my ministrations and her delighted moaning and
sighing from above led me to believe that she very much enjoyed me as her
footslave.
The ninety minutes of math flew by, and Beth and I had to part for second
period. She dropped me off at history and gave me a good-bye wave. I waved
giddily after her, wondering again why she didn't seem to find anything odd
about my loss of height. I entered history and perched atop my desk. Note-taking
was difficult, as I kept sneaking peeks at the girls around me. It was amazing
to be seeing them from my new angle. From the looks of things, many of them
enjoyed looking down on me. More than one girl flushed and averted her eyes when
I my gaze met hers. None were quite as bold as Beth, however.
Lunchtime was a very different story...
***
"C'mon, Becky! You've been playing with him for ten minutes straight! It's my
turn!"
"And when Ashley's done, I get him next!"
"Nuh-uh! I was next!"
"Becky, you said I could get him after you!"
Becky was in no position to settle the debate of my next "playmate", as she was
busy holding back her shouts of pleasure. I was stuffed down her panties,
tickling her engorged pussy lips and hunting for her clit. Her juices flowed
copiously over my body as she grunted and sweated. This was the third girl I had
pleasured this lunch period alone, and my hands and arms were beginning to ache.
Don't ask me how this happened. These girls were crazy about me. They
couldn't keep their hands off me, and I, a horny high-schooler, was in no
position to fend off their advances. After I had gratified Becky, I clambered
out of her cotton panties and awaited her hand to pluck me up and place me back
on the tabletop. A dozen grinning girls huddled around me, waiting for me to
catch my breath. As soon as I was ready, Ashley, the apparent winner of the
argument, gripped me and lifted me towards her chest. She unbuttoned a few
buttons of her blouse and began pulling her bra cup away from her chest.
"Remember these babies?" she growled in a sultry voice. I had no idea what she
was talking about, nor did I care. It seemed everyone was perfectly happy with
me as Tyler Watson, the Incredible Shrunken High Schooler. I eagerly watched
Ashley's tits draw nearer, when my descent was suddenly interrupted.
"Tyler! What's going on?"
The girls froze, staring at the source of the piercing shriek. I tore my eyes
away from Ashley's breasts to see Joanne standing there with her hands on her
hips and a very dangerous glint in her eye. The girls mumbled several
incoherent sentences and quickly bolted away from the table. I stood, gaping at
my obviously pissed girlfriend. With all the excitement of being shrunk, I had
completely forgotten I was attatched.
"Hey, Joanne," I managed weakly.
"Don't you 'hey Joanne' me!" she began darkly. "I thought we had this little
talk before."
"What... what do you mean?"
Her scowl grew even darker, if possible. "You promised you'd stop fooling around
with other women! Especially Beth!"
I did remember promising that, but certainly that didn't apply under these
circumstances. On reflection, that was a thought I probably shouldn't have
shared with Joanne.
She swept me into her hands and began squeezing. "WHAT? You think you can go
prancing about with anyone you want?"
As the air was quickly crushed from my lungs, I did my best to choke out:
"Excuse me, Joanne! But don't you notice that I'm three freakin' inches tall,
here?"
Tears filled her eyes, as she relaxed her grip, dropping me to the tabletop. She
began to sniffle. "Why do you think I fell in love with you?" She spun around
and ran crying from the lunchroom.
***
I couldn't move for a while. I lay gasping for breath on the table. Thankfully,
a passing freshman girl carefully lifted me up and took me to the nurse. She
decided my injuries weren't as serious as they could have been, and her
recommendation was that I head home and rest up.
In bed, I lay napping for a few hours until Karie came home. She knocked lightly
on my door and entered. "Hey, Tyler. How you feeling?"
I grimaced. "I'll live, I think."
She grinned. "Hey, guess what! Amy's coming over tonight."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Mom's making a special dinner. You feel up to joining us?"
"Of course!" I grinned. Amy was even more attractive than Karie. I knew I should
be more careful with who I fooled around with after Joanne's display of
displeasure, but this was a once in a lifetime shot as far as I was concerned.
I was carried gently to the dinner table by Karie. Amy was there, in all her
college-wisened glory. She wore her blonde hair short, cut just below her ears,
which sported dangling hoop earrings. Her face was radiant as she greeted her
family for the first time in months. She wore a low cut v-neck T-shirt which
exposed a great deal of cleavage. I couldn't see much else because the rest of
her body was hidden below the table. Even if she had been standing, I would have
had a hard time pulling my eyes away from her prominent chest.
We ate and chatted a bit. When the conversation turned to my day at school and
my "accident" with Joanne, Amy looked concerned.
"Oh, poor Tyler. How are you feeling now?" Her voice was tender and soft.
"I'm still a little sore, to tell the truth," I responded.
"Well, I know just the thing to work the kinks out of you. Mom, Karie, would you
excuse us?" They nodded their assent and Amy scooped me up in her hands. She
strolled out of the kitchen and into my bedroom.
I was in heaven. Amy's hands were amazing. She had pampered them since her
childhood with lotions and oils, and baby-soft skin was her reward. She put me
down on the bed and told me to undress. I did so without hesitation. I lay on my
face as she commanded and was shocked as her fingers went to work, kneading and
massaging my back. Gently, she probed my aching ribs, working carefully to ease
my pain. My muscles turned to jelly under her skilled touch. My member, on the
other hand, grew rock hard. The soft pads of her fingertips carressed me; I
sighed in pleasure. A sudden coldness on my body caused me to tense up again.
"Shhh..." she reassured me, "It's just baby oil."
The flowery scent of the lotion reached my nostrils and I relaxed as she rubbed
it deep into my skin. Without warning, her fingernails slipped under me and she
flicked me upwards, tossing me onto my back. I lay face-up, my erection plainly
visible. I tried to cover it, but her fingers blocked my arms. She smiled down
on me and applied another dollop of baby oil to her fingertips.
"You know, we haven't done this for a while, little bro. It's one of the few
things I've missed at college." She pinched my penis between finger and thumb,
depositing a large amount of cool lotion on my raging hard on. She began to pump
up and down, her lubricated fingertips slipping easily along my body. I twisted
and writhed under her ministrations, holding back my impending release. The
pleasure mounted until I couldn't take it any longer. I came, pumping what
seemed like gallons of cum from my tiny cock. It was quickly lost among the
copious baby oil, but Amy knew I was spent.
Her lips came down on me, engulfing my face in a warm kiss. "Now, you go to bed
and sleep this one off. I guarantee in the morning you'll feel much better."
"Amy, I don't think I can feel better than I do right now!"
She giggled. "Here, I'll leave the TV on for you." She placed the remote control
by my pillow and switched on my room's set. She then rose to leave, switching
the lights off after her.
I tried to focus on the TV, but couldn't stop the events of the day from
replaying in my head. I wearily made my way to my pillow and collapsed in a
heap. Before I slipped away into slumber, a verse from a song floated through my
brain:
I turned off the TV and went to bed
After all, tomorrow is a big day
And not an average day.
I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
The End
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