Gotcha!
by
Hedin
It felt like being punched by a child. It was just too high up his back. Then he
felt his hair getting wet. Paint. He felt with his hand. Blue paint. Bull...!
Well at least he was hit from behind which would not counted as a full kill.
They played on their own rules and they knew that it was much easier to hit
someone from behind. He turned around. Joey was waving friendly. Well. Allright.
Greg was a fair player and gave a grin. Relaxed he walked over to a patch of
moss and laid down on it's edge. Joey disappeared quickly in the wilderness.
Greg enjoyed the view of the blue sky between the high blades of grass.
Down here, next to the patch of moss the temperature was comfortable. High above
the grass the air reached about 98°F. The stones were much hotter. Almost no one
played Gotcha when it got that warm. Scuba Glasses, backpack, uniform, scarf,
gloves - who would wear that in the summer heat? Well they did, but just because
down here it was not warmer than 50°F. Comfortable. And it was that cheap. They
had just flipped the switch in Harvey's adventure Jeep and...
Everything was exactly planned. They wanted to have a completely unexplored area
for their game. They always choose a different one. That meant to search for a
house or a mansion with a nice backyard and it's owning family on vacation. Then
they would spent the weekend there. They didn't feel guilty about it. After all
no one would notice and they didn't do any damage. They didn't steal anything
and they even kept away from cherries or strawberries growing in the yard.
But the ugly blue, red and yellow splotches of gotcha paint? Or the whole lawn
trampled beneath their army boots?
Nonsense - They were walking around every single blade of grass. Because - of
course - they played their Gotcha after shrinking down to microscopic size. That
was the switch in Harvey's Jeep. They shrunk themselves with the Jeep in front
of the house and drove right into the backyard. An almost unlimited area for
their game. At 1/16 of an inch a pool was a whole ocean to them and they could
get lost even in a small yard. But they were careful. Everyone had a
walkie-talkie and spare batteries. Signal rockets and a torch. No one would get
lost by accident.
Greg could enjoy the rest of this round. There would be at least four other
rounds with different teams. And then they would put up the tents
Two rounds later they started one without teams because Harvey was going to put
some food on the bbq and fixing everything for dinner. The first ten minutes
were used to spread out. Some of them used to hide while others preferred to
search them by finding their footprints or other hints. It was about five
minutes after the game was opened when they felt the earthquake.
All of them, wherever they were froze immediately. The tremor they felt wasn't a
natural earthquake. Then everything happened very fast. The quake repeated in a
very quick rhythm and they realised that they felt footsteps. Scanning the sky
above the high blades of gras they saw what should never have happened. The
garden wasn't left all alone over the weekend.
They all knew how small they had shrunk themselves but the size difference was
too large for them to realise that whom they saw coming across the lawn where
just two beautiful girls in their early twenties.
They stood in awe at their huge size. But in only lasted a short moment because
all of them where man enough to realise the magnificent beauty of these two
bikini clad women. It froze them even more to the spot. Within moments the
unforgettable size of these heavenly huge breasts was checked and in a swift
motion their eyes focused again where their beautifully tanned legs met and
stretching bikini bottom modelled the shape of a nice valley built by some soft
lips.
Then the ground vibrated too strong under each advancing step and they were
forced to grab something to hold on as well as realise the danger they were in.
Very few of the team were attracted to feet but it didn't matter because now all
of them had a strong interest in watching their feet. At first a blue flip-flop
sandal rose over the horizon of grass. Then their eyes were drawn to the left
where a hiheeled wooden mule rose into the sky. The barefoot in it was held by
three clear plastic straps that were attached to the thick wooden sole by huge
silvery nails.
Then they were too busy to see anything. The next impact of whatever foot with
whatever footwear beneath was powerful enough to tear all of them from whatever
hold they had trusted in. The tremors caused by the mighty forces delivered to
the ground made them roll and tumble around uncontrollably.
Deafening thunder surrounded them. Suddenly there was a huge wooden tower where
the camp had been just one moment ago. Darkness spread but only for a moment. A
gust of wind, strong like a tornado even tore broken grass limbs with it.
The sun reappeared and the giant tower disappeared causing another tornado.
But the tremors didn't grow weak - they just stopped. At least for a moment.
Then some softer tremors followed until it was quiet again.
Greg was spitting dirt as he rose. But he dropped quickly because he was not on
the ground like expected but somewhere up on a leaf of grass. And it looked like
fifty feet high to him. Carefully he robbed towards the edge to take a look at
the ground. The grass swayed softly but not from his weight but from the usual
soft wind. Greg wanted to know where he was. He could have been blown far away
from the camp.
He sighed with relief as he saw the red circle, their starting mark beneath him.
So he was right were he wanted to be only a little to high above the ground. He
couldn't see the camp from here so he moved to the other edge.
The sight was a little bit different than what he had expected. The whole area
was covered by a slightly rounded rectangle. outside of the rectangle the ground
had changed its colour from dark brown to sand colour and it was covered with
small cracks. The edges of the rectangle were marked by twelve foot high walls
and its inside was covered with a pattern of diamonds. At first he could make
out where the car with the lifesaving sizechanging machine had been. The area
was now a shiny surface with some traces of green and some traces of silver on
it. Next to it were two spots. One almost black and one brownish with some
traces of rainbow colours on its oily surface. The car was pressed totally flat.
Compacted into some kind of tin foil with a diamond pattern stamped into it.
The three tents were hardly visible. The tiny dollops of things kept inside made
it possible to guess. And Harvey was there. He was now a slightly reddish spot
halfway between the tents and the jeep. The shiny dollop of bbq-metal was
reddened with blood.
A few years ago Harvey's macho comments on a girl had been answered by her
stepping with her hiheel right on his toes. Now the thing had repeated without a
bad comment from Harvey. It didn't matter now.
"Report everybody, this is Tom" cracked the walkietalkie. "I think we should
meet by the jeep to re enlarge quickly before some accident will happen. Out!"
Greg sighed. Other reports came in. "Hank reporting. Roger. Coming back." "Al's
here. I'm fine just trying to find the proper direction." "Bill speaking, I hear
a walkie somewhere around me. I'm going to find out." "Jesse reporting. On my
way."
Then it got silent. Joey, Georg, Whumpy, David... they didn't report. And
Harvey. Greg sighed.
"Greg reporting. The accident already did happen."
A long moment of silence. "Tom for Greg. Where can I find you? Will we have to
carry you back?"
"No. I'm at the camp."
The moment of silence was even longer. Then broken by a shaken voice.
"It's Whumpy. I found him. And he's like torn into pieces across some grass
trunks."
Greg took some long moments to think.
"Greg again. Billy, return here immediately and leave Whumpy there. I am right
above the camp. We lost Harvey. And we lost the jeep along with everything
else."
Greg could already see Tom returning. He was carrying an unconscious David. When
Tom reached the edge of the imprint he stopped. Carefully he dropped David and
just squatted in front of the huge hole.
"Tom. I am up here!" Tom looked up slowly.
"Need help coming down?"
"What could you do? I'll try to slide down."
With that Greg turned away and walked carefully across the blade of grass until
it got to steep to walk then he sat down and slid on his butt towards the mighty
trunk. He hit it with an unpleasant speed but was unharmed. From there he could
climb down using some edges and cuts on the trunk.
David was standing beneath the trunk when he got down. He seemed OK but his
forehead was all blue. He was just about to say something but another voice
drowned out every other noise.
"AAAHHH!" thundered a female voice, "I am glad you got the key from your uncle.
The lawn is so much cooler than your roof garden."
"Yeah," rose another form of thunder, "and we may even open the pool to cool off
later."
For the first time they scanned the horizon. They saw a knee rising high above
the grass and on that knee rested a barefoot with a blue flip-flop sandal
dangling from its big toe. David started shaking wildly with his teeth chatting
in fear. Everyone turned to him when he sank down on his knees.
"David, David, what is it?" they asked and shook him. It took some time until
they got their answer.
"I was beneath that blue thing!" he said.
And then he told them what happened.
"I was out there stalking sneaking around Georg. And I thought it was just a
real earthquake that only felt this mighty because we are shrunk. So I paid no
attention and neither did Georg. And then it got too heavy to keep standing and
the next moment the sky turned dark blue then completely black. The sound was
terribly. Deafening. My ears are still ringing. I woke up when the walkie was
coming on. And I found myself laying next to the mangled trunk of a gras plant.
It took the weight and saved me. But George - it's only a bloody pulp left of
him."
No one could say anything. Their funny game had suddenly turned into a deadly
experience. They felt like kids who played with daddies car...
Billy reached them. They heard his panting before he appeared behind a trunk.
All eyes looked at him, wanting to know what happened to whumpy.
Billy looked around and realised he had no choice but tell them.
"Whumpy and me - we completely surprised each other. Because we both ran
backwards at the time we thumped into each other. We both turned around and -
splotch! We were both hit and sat down laughing. But just until the ground
heaved. We looked around and we saw her. It was like being frozen. We stared at
her but we couldn't move. We kept sitting and staring until her wooden mules
appeared above us. We jumped up to run away but weren't even able to bring our
legs into the right position before her foot trod down Everything got dark and
we heard thunder from the impact of her heel. Our sky was the brown tread of her
sole and it touched down with even more thunder. Like a canopy the tip of the
wooden platform was bend up above our helpless bodies. But as we realised it we
knew that the curve of her sole would roll over us with her next step. And we
realised that we had lost contact with the ground. Taking the weight of this
mighty women the ground and been forced downward leaving us hanging in the air.
And the air was what saved me. A tornado of displaced air from beneath her shoe
hit us and blew us towards safety. I was tumbling around and one moment I saw
the tread of her sole crushing the ground like a tank-track racing towards us
then I saw the giant toes hanging over the upper edge of the sole and pressing
down. I heard the ground being crushed and grass being torn and mangled and then
there was one last crescendo of noise and another hurricane as the shoe was
lifted into the sky. One last thunderclap of a mule slapping against a bare heel
and then it was over. I had been spared. But look at my clothes and my skin.
Then I tried to find Whumpy. It took some time. He had bad luck. It's true. His
fat killed him. He was just a bit too heavy to be blown out from beneath her
sole. I found his remains on the edge of the footprint. The very tip of the shoe
got him or else I wouldn't have found anything."
Billy had nothing more to say. He looked around maybe realising for the first
time that the jeep was gone.
Greg was starting to think practical. "Guys. We have a problem. We have no means
to grow ourselves back. The Jeep is gone and you all know there's no backup. So
we must find a way to a portasizer. I don't think any portasizer is in our
range. So I can't think of anything else but to contact some human. Right?"
They nodded quietly. It was the truth.
"So we have to face it. In the evening hours we will be endangered by birds. The
night will bring many insects and possibly mice or rats. I don't think we will
survive one night out here. This means that the only humans in our range are
these two girls. We have to accept the fact that they are our only chance of
survival even if they already killed three of us."
David sat down and hid his face beneath his shirt. His shivering showed everyone
that he was desperately trying to hide his tears.
"We will have a long way. We must be careful. Everyone should load the
insecticide ammo. And I want you to think about something. These girl's have
brutally killed our friends. But from their perspective they did nothing but
walk across their uncle's lawn. So don't confront them with it. They might fear
some investigation by the police and could easily decide to let us disappear in
any way. We cannot let that happen."
With that he took his things and for one last time he looked at the heel imprint
that was Harvey's grave. Then he turned around and walked towards the blue
flip-flop in the sky above the lawn.
They walked under the huge blades of grass. Sometimes they had to walk around a
pad of moss that looked like a dense jungle to them. They had prepared to meet
insects and developed some special gotcha-ammo with insecticide instead of
paint. It worked quite well. They had defeated ants and even wasps with it.
Slowly they neared the blue flip-flop in the sky. Four knees rose like mountains
on the horizon.
Lucy and Jasmine
"Hey, Lucy!" the thunder rose painful in their ears. "No one's hear, no one can
watch us. I don't have a thing for tan lines. Let's take it off."
And with that the mighty bodies started to move. The flip-flop disappeared and
they felt the tremors of their movements. Loud noises told them that small
textiles got removed. Finally a blue shadow flew right over them an crashed down
about four hundred yards behind them. An interesting aroma told them what part
of a bikini had landed there.
As the knee mountains rose higher and higher during the next thirty minutes the
girls body rose like a skyline above the grass. Long stares lingered at the
mighty breasts until the crotch area came into view and looked like an alien
mountainrange covered with a strange kind of wood.
Billy made the last of the group. He was lost in thoughts. He didn't know any
other possibility than to make contact with the girls. But he knew quite well
what it would mean to move near two bodies of such an unthinkably majestic size.
To him it was clear that a single falling hair would knock to the ground like a
treetrunk. And he saw no signs of Greg taking precautions. Billy might have
tried to find some cracks in the ground that could provide cover at least for
the last five minutes. Greg didn't. Billy felt his fear like a heavy stone in
his stomach. Every second, he knew, a heedless and lazy movement could end their
live. All it would take to wipe them out was the giantess next to them deciding
to spread her legs and lower her right knee, the one next to them, to the
ground.
But nothing like this happened. They could hear the quiet breathing of both
giant girls and finally arrived in an area where the blades of grass were laying
criss cross in a chaos. Some blades mangled some torn or broken. It got
difficult to move on.
"She must have stepped here flattening the grass. So we finally get near her",
Greg announced.
Billy's fear made him puke but as he was the last and everyone was so exited
about the view in front of them they didn't notice.
Then eventually they stood in front of a mighty blue wall. The texture of the
material looked really alien. "It's the edge of her flip-flop sandal", Greg said
unnecessarily. Above them her pinky toe rested near the edge of the footwear.
Everyone looked at the blue material. They were fascinated by its appearance
though they knew that it was some foamed rubber. Billy was the only one who
looked at the ground and saw that the giant thing had sunk into the ground
causing earth to mushroom out from under it. It wasn't clear but Billy guessed
that it had sunk up to four foot into the ground where they were standing now.
So Billy realised that the mighty sandal in front of them was under pressure. A
part of the giantess' body's mass was resting on it and any part was more than
they could handle. Looking along the blue wall towards the tip of the flip-flop
he saw in a distance were the sole rose from the ground. Obviously this happened
were the toes ended and the material was bent upwards by the resistance of the
ground below. What he saw made him shiver. He new flip-flops and he new that all
of them had a smooth sole. But some of them had a tread below the tip and below
the heel. This was one of these. What frightened Billy was the size of that the
tread appeared now. The sawtooth like tread was seven feet high and had left
it's mighty imprint on the ground which told a story about the force that had
worked there.
Looking up Billy saw the wall reach a height of about 70 feet. That was like a 6
storey house... Billy had to puke again.
Greg however didn't think about anything. Instead he walked up to the sole and
started climbing. The foam bubbles had just the right size to be handholds. The
others stepped back the farther he got up. He made a quick progress but took a
break after each fifteen feet. Sometimes there were areas where the knife that
had cut the foam had left a smooth and hardened surface so he had to get around
it.
He was just about fifty feet high when Billy's visions got reality. A sigh
thundered through the air and the flip-flop was suddenly rocked up and down and
finally dragged backward. Already with the first violent movement Greg hat lost
his hold. Then the moving wall hit him and catapulted the helplessly squealing
guy over the heads of his friends. High above them Billy saw a unholy huge
barefoot being removed from the flip-flop. It hovered in the air threatening to
come down on us but was then moved backward and finally landed with the toes
near the heel part of the flip-flop.
BOOOM! The guys who had followed Greg's flight lost sight of him because they
and everyone else was getting thrown about like dice dancing on a table.
"Whoa! That's better than the rollercoaster in Disneyland", Tom laughed as he
got up. Still anyone but Billy seemed to notice the life threatening danger. All
he could think of was the sound of plants breaking beneath the landing barefoot.
Some cursing told them about the position of Greg. After a few moments of more
cursing he appeared between some mangled grass leaves. His lip was swollen and
he was rubbing his fingers but otherwise he was unhurt.
"Damn!", he shouted," let's go over there and tell her something about doing
these jokes to me. At least I don't have to climb now."
With that he ran towards the mighty toes that now rose about a hundred feet
behind the heel end of the flip-flop. It was a distance of 1400 feet so Greg
soon fell to a jog. But he was obviously trying to get there first. Billy knew
he felt like a clown after falling from the edge of a simple flip-flop sandal
and hurting himself. When Greg got in the vicinity of the toes he had to fight
his way through a crowd of fallen blades of grass that had just been flattened
by the mighty foot. So the others got nearer and nearer. Finally Greg reached
the area where the side of the pinky toe touched the ground. The others were
still about one hundred feet away from him. He looked back at them. He was
visibly angry. When the others started to climb through the chaos of flattened
grass they suddenly saw him turn around. With a cry of deepest anger he ran
towards the toe and kicked it with all his might.
Billy couldn't believe it. Greg himself had warned them to get angry against the
girls. Now he was. And he had to pay for it.
Maybe it was another casual movement. Maybe he had done the impossible by
hitting a nerve through the hard skin to be felt. However the huge toe that
towered about one hundred feet into the air suddenly moved. It stretched and
rose from the ground. In the process Greg was hit squarely by the mighty wall of
skin and tons of flesh behind it. They heard a crack from his body and Greg fell
down. And as his cry of pain erupted from his mouth it was cut short by the
relaxing toe which came to rest on top of him. A horrible noise of Greg's body
being squelched could be heard before another loud boom signalled that the
mighty toe had come to rest.
Billy was the only one who was prepared for the earthquake and because it was
much lighter than the quake caused by the whole foot he could remain standing.
So Billy saw Greg's head mostly intact but wedged into a groove of the toeprint.
It was surrounded by a pulp of Greg's body with small bit's of broken bones
sticking out. One moment later a horrible noise started and Billy watched the
foot sliding forward without raising. Greg's had was dragged with it for about
fifty feet then it somehow became loose and at the same moment his skull was
squashed and ground into nothing beneath the still moving foot. After another
fifty feet of painfully noisy movement all toes rose high into the air and
actually grabbed the edge of the flip-flop's heel. Billy saw mighty muscles
doing their work which he knew was nothing but a lazy girl's play. But to him
they did an impossible task as they made the tip of the flip-flop raise some two
hundred, five hundred and finally eight hundred feet into the air before a
strange noise told him that the toes slipped from the flip-flop. He watched the
mighty sole fall down and was actually surprised and terribly shocked by the
resulting thunderclap. Of course he was neither prepared for the earthquake and
fell to the ground.
So it looked as if Billy had fallen like everyone else as he got up. They looked
at each other, then for Greg. Nothing was left of him. But instead of realising
that he had been crushed the others believed that he had been flung far away
like before. Only Billy knew better but he didn't talk about it. To him it had
been wondrous enough that the giantess didn't repeat this humiliating display of
her toes' power.
"It won't work this way", David realised. "She must see us. Let's part into two
groups. Each group will try to contact one of the girls."
"all right", Billy answered and sensing his chance to get away from the
dangerous vicinity of this foot with its flip-flop he tried to make it short.
"Hank, Al! You come with me. David, you other's might want to wait for Greg but
I suggest you start to make some progress instead!"
Maybe they weren't used to Billy commanding but no one said a word. Instead Al
and Hank followed Billy into the grass forest. After one minute they couldn't
see what the other group was doing. But the blue arch of the flip-flops thong
was still visible. Billy lead them around the sandal in what he thought to be a
safe distance. But the distance of 300 feet he kept from the tip of the
flip-flop was merely the length of a big toe...
As they were walking Billy had again time for some thoughts. Greg's death had
been an unmistakable demonstration. There were just two girls laying in the
garden to get a nice tan. Two girls, young, beautiful, maybe about 110 lbs or a
little more. But they were small. Really small. He understood why ants needed
six legs and he got an impression of the bravery it took for ants to run under a
garden table with humans sitting around it. But of course he realised ants were
paying a terribly high price. How many millions of them had been unnoticedly
squashed underfoot. And their small tribe of antman had already paid with four
of their kind.
Billy's fear got stronger. He was glad the others stayed behind him so he could
hide it. It took a few more minutes until they left the other flip-flop sandal
behind them. Now a light brown shape rose out of the grass the nearer they got.
Billy realised what it was. They neared a highheeled wooden mule that was now
laying on its side in the grass showing them the sole.
A thousand feet to their right the tip of the thin wooden heel loomed above the
grass. Billy new it. This heel had flattened Harvey. It had destroyed their Jeep
and maybe their only way to return to their normal lifes. But he had walk
towards it. Towards and past it because behind this heel he could see another
giant foot rise into the sky. The darker tan revealed that they had reached the
foot of the other girl.
Billy turned to the side and walked towards the foot. But after a few seconds he
realised another danger. When the giant girl should decide to slip her feet into
her mules she would first flip it into an upright position. And that meant they
would suddenly find themselves beneath countless tons of wood and one
microsecond later they wouldn't ever find anything of themselves again.
No one commented Billy's sudden turn. He was walking faster now. After some long
minutes they had passed the dangerous shoe. Now the giant foot was in front of
them. At this point Billy suddenly stopped. He stood like frozen. "Hey, Billy?
What are you doing? We don't have all day, we must be found!", Hank yelled and
Al pushed him forward.
Now Billy ran forward like mad. He worked like mad through the flattened grass
near the huge toes but instead of stopping there he ran along the side of that
giant foot. He ran for almost 1200 feet until he stopped. Breathless Hank and Al
stumbled towards him. Billy was looking into the sky.
"Jasmine", he said and sat down. Hank and Al weren't that stupid. They realised
that Bill had recognised the giant girl. Of course they couldn't explain why.
They gave him a few seconds before Hank gently pulled him up. The effect was
like lighting the fuse on a bomb. Bill jumped up and simply tore Al and Hank
with him.
"Come on. We have to get away from her foot or her slightest movement will
squash us!"
Hank and Al stumbled across the giant blades of grass. Then finally they broke
through the barricades of bent and cracked gras. Running on naked earth between
the gras Al finally managed to get next to Bill and ask him "Where are you
running? What are you doing? We wanted to get noticed so we should've tried to
touch her toes or something, right?"
"Wrong! Totally wrong!" he got his answer. "What do you think happened to Greg?
Flung away some hundred yards? No! I saw it while all of you stupid fell down.
She got him. She got him with her pinky toe and squished him flat. You all saw
her toe after that? There was nothing left!"
"But Bill, what are we going to do?"
"It's simple. She must see us. We must climb her and maybe if we get past her
navel she can see us."
"But Billy, we are not climbing her! We are running away from her!"
"Al! We're not! Look forward. We are running towards her crotch!"
"Billy, are you mad? Her crotch! We can't think about voyeurism right now!"
Billy stopped in his tracks. With a stern look he fixed Al.
"Al. I am not going on a funride in Jasmine's privates! I would never do
something like that to her. But right now our live depends on it to get unharmed
onto her body. One move of her hand, some playful patting from her girlfriend
over there would be our end as some tiny red splotches. But I hope these two are
not together in some lesbian way so they will never touch their privates in
front of the other. That's our insurance."
Seeing all this the three made quick progress towards their target. It was a hot
day above the grass and so they soon found out that Bill knew where he had to
go. A heavy odour filled the air. Sometimes a gust of wind blew it away and made
it easier. But seconds later the scent of pussy surrounded them again. The warm
weather made her sweat slightly and the boys were only a thumblength from that
huge womanhood.
Hank muttered, "There are only two things in the world that smell like fish. One
of them is - Ouch! Hmpf... Bwlly, are you just going mad? Look at my nose -
ahhhrg.!"
"One more comment about Jasmine and I will personally see that you will find
your doom beneath the most beautiful behind in the world!"
Al looked a little puzzled. Bill - the asexual. And suddenly all of this changed
and he defended this murderous giantess like the lady of his heart. Jasmine - he
knew her name. He knew her. Was there some secret story visible between the
lines?
Then another barricade of bent and broken grassleaves was in front of them. But
they were lucky - the grass had not been forced down in the same brutal way like
beneath her feet. They got easily through and finally stood in front of an
impossible mountain of womanhood. High above them two monstrous pussylips, each
of them a long stretched mountainrange of its own, were showing a luscious pink
colour. Pheromones that were hidden within the mighty pussy-odour had their
effect and all of them had to make some secret moves to sort the panic in their
pants.
To each side of the puss-valley a small strip of skin covered her outer
pussylips and next to it a dark forest of pussyhair rose. There wasn't much hair
end right next to it her mighty thighs rose into the sky. Now it was obvious
that these were unclimbable.
"Come on!" Bill commanded. He stepped forward and grabbed a rope like hair. Near
the ground her crotch was a steep wall. It was hard work to climb up hair after
hair. Then the ground - or skin was more like a steep slope than a wall and they
carefully walked higher and higher. As they reached the area where her inner
lips broke through the mighty walls of her outer lips the hair got more dense
despite being short trimmed. They had to find their way near the edge of that
most unusual forest which turned out to be her right outer pussylip. The all
female aroma was a torture to them. They fought against their senses. All of
them had to adjust their pants and as Hank stumbled and fell he just couldn't
get up immediately but had to stroke across what he knew to be the most holy
skin in the world.
When they finally reached the height of her clit, which was luckily hidden
beyond the huge folds and clefts of her soft inner lips the wind was on their
side. Though being still much stronger than back down between the grass the
odour got more and more thinned. Finally they reached the upper end of her slit.
The hair forest forced them on a route right across the middle of her pubic bone
because here was running a parting in her pubic hair.
The stirr of the titanic female body beneath them came without any vocal
announcement from the giantess. Bill saw the mighty muscles in her thighs
starting to work and frightfully clung to a hair waiting for the things that
would come. The muscles in her thighs bulged and deformed the skin of her
crotch. Wet noises answered from below and while Al was violently knocked down
by some bending hair Hank couldn't grab any hold. Then the mighty thighs did
their work and lifted this gigantic ass from the ground to allow its owner some
adjustment for her comfort. Like a gondola in some weird amusement-park's newest
attraction the ass hips and crotch beneath them moved up then left then right
and finally crashed back down with deafening thunder.
The lazy movement of the giantess were violent jolts to Hank. He slipped,
tumbled and finally rolled down the slope. Instead of saving him the tangle of
two hairs broke his arms with an ugly noise as he hit them. Then there was only
smooth skin and a free fall for him. A last hopeless yell echoed through the
cunt-canyon before he hit the pink pussyflesh right next to her clit.
Then the thigh muscles relaxed and the whole crotch got more space between the
legs. The pussylips that surrounded Hank shifted unfolded and ground against
each other and with a wet crunch Hanks body was easily and unstoppably ground to
mush.
After the sexual stimulation by the giantess' heavy pheromone attacks they had
walked like on pink clouds. Now reality was back. Al was sobbing. Billy forced
himself to look away as some final relaxation of this murderous pussy made a ten
feet high fountain of bloody gore squirt up.
Wordless they moved on. Two minutes later the Pussycanyon with it's steep walls
lay behind them and they made their way in safety between the upper streak of
pubic hair. Two minutes too late for Hank.
Then finally they reached the free area between pubic hair and her navel. "Let's
get there and take cover in her navel to think how we go on" Billy suggested.
At first they jogged to get across the tan plain. But then they felt more and
more like some hunted deer out in the open. They ran for their lives with fear
in their faces until they finally dropped into the protection of her navel.
The navel was a huge hall to them. It was the size of a tennis court but instead
of the green a shallow lake of sweat was on the ground.
After looking around and getting some breath Bill looked at Al.
"I don't think this is far enough. Look how far her eyes are. Look how small we
are in her navel. We have to go on. Maybe we should climb one of her breasts."
"That far? In the open? No way, Billy. I won't. You may go alone but I will stay
here. This is murderous. If she moved, if she scratched or whatever we would be
gone!"
Al's face told everything. Bill sighed. He had made his decision. He climbed the
steep wall of the navel and jogged away.
It was a long way. Her breath was moving the skin and Bill was constantly forced
to fight for his balance. The mountains of her nude breasts loomed above him in
the distance. The way was very long and to the heat of the sun came the heat of
her body. Jasmine's body. How he had longed for it back then.
And how he still longed for it in every lonely hour. What had he done to loose
her? Nothing - her mother had done all this. They had met somewhere in the mall.
What a lucky day this had been. They had met four times. Then her parent's found
out. They didn't talk to her about it. They didn't arrest her. They did the most
unusual thing - they moved to another city. Jasmine had written some letters. He
had written many more - but only two got through because she had cut school and
waited for the postman...
That had been three years ago. And now she was back. And she was still wearing
that anklet. He gave it to her because she could easily hide it beneath socks or
slags. A ring would have been more appropriate but also much too dangerous. And
she was still wearing it.
Billy stopped. While thinking he had just marched forward. Now he stood right in
front of her left breast. It was a huge breast. It was huge to him three years
ago. It was huge to him now. It ballooned out and he already stood in the shadow
beneath a giant canopy. The mountain looked like much more than 300 feet high
and he could only see the lower 100 feet of the overhanging wall of flesh. In
front of him each breath caused the breast to rise and fall which made the cleft
between her breast and her body open and close. He couldn't even dream of the
impossible weight that rested there. If he was caught beneath her tit he was
mush. Much more mush than Hank.
He shook of his trance and worship for her mountain of a boob. Turning left he
knew that he had to climb up her cleavage. Then he would walk back and climb her
nipple. And then...
Because Jasmine was laying flat on her back there was no real cleavage. But if
she decided to raise her shoulders it would be life threatening dangerous
between these mighty tits. Bill couldn't find any other way. He sprinted up her
sternal bone.
Thinking of the word bone he touched his crotch. The sight was overwhelming. He
had never seen her like this before. They had taken it very slow - they both
knew how tender their young love had been. And now he was just running between
her huge uncovered tits.
Then finally Bill stood before the last bit of breast-slope. He would climb her
tit from here. But first he knelt down and tenderly kissed the breastflesh.
"Jasmine, forgive me. I see no other way to save my life." Then he started.
from here he could almost run up the breast. Her constant breathing didn't allow
that however. Now he also felt the breast heave from her heartbeat. Maybe her
right breast would have been an easier choice. But now he reached her aureola.
The dark skin was very tender but also very bumpy. When he reached her nipple he
found it halfway erected to about 70 feet high above her aureola. The skin of
her nipple was full of small canyons that were kind of slippery. He learned to
be more careful when he lost his grip some fifteen feet above the ground. He
thankfully kissed her soft aureole as it saved his life with it's softness.
Then finally he grabbed a hold in the small opening of a milk duct on top of her
nipple. He had made it.
He had made it. He was up on her nipple.
But - what now?
He turned towards her face. A huge mountain of a face. And he froze in terror.
Those two green eyes were fixed on him. He wanted to scream in terror, he wanted
to look out to try to dodge that huge hand coming to crush the gnat on Jasmine's
nipple. He wanted to shrink and hide in the milk ducts. But he did - nothing.
He was frozen in fear - which was some kind of lucky because now a violent
breathe followed by a surprised gasp was Jasmine's reaction. And his fingers had
fearfully dug into her nipple or else the violent move would have shaken him
down. The idea of a 200 foot drop from the edge of her ballooning tit made his
grip iron hard with his knuckles turning white.
Because the beautiful green eyes widened and the killing hand didn't appear Bill
suddenly found himself waving a hand at this huge face.
He read in her face that she recognised him. But he also read in his mind that
this was just impossible with his insignificant size. But there was a smile on
her lips. And carefully her head rose to give her a better view.
At once he needed both hands again to cling to her nipple. But rescue was on the
way. Suddenly a huge red fingernail bumped into the nipple from behind. The
impact was too much for him. It was pure luck that he fell back and dropped some
ten feet down onto the shiny red surface. He could feel that she successfully
suppressed a gasp of terror but her heartbeat was now like cannonthunder.
Quickly he found some rough places on the edge of her fingernail that allowed
him to cling onto it. Then his journey began. He rose into terrifying heights
and flew towards her eyes...
Three minutes later he didn't know how he had survived without falling to his
death. She had looked at him with a silent look going across her face. Maybe
there was some silent look on his face too, but it was well hidden behind the
grimace of fear.
She had watched him clinging to her nail. At least it gave him time to come to
his senses. And then she acted as if she had always been prepared for this. He
heard some noise while her free hand was working behind her head. And suddenly
it appeared with a small blue box. He shuddered at the display of power as her
thumb pried the top off the box. Now he could see that it was a box for
earrings. All walls were covered with soft velvet. Slowly, ever slowly she
lowered her fingernail onto the velvet. Then he jumped off. Saved!
As he was saved he found time to think of Al. He was still waiting in her navel.
At that moment Jasmine suddenly moved and got up into a sitting position. He
tumbled across the velvet.
"Noooooooo......" he shouted helplessly and already to late. Surrounded by
velvet-walls he couldn't see anything but he knew that sitting up meant that her
bellymuscles worked and pressed her navel shut. He gulped. It was hopeless.
Jasmine had taken the lead now. Soon she held the small box next to her left
ear. Bill got the message.
"Jasmine!!! Can you heeeaaar meeee?"
A slight nod - or a violent jolt for him was the answer.
"Oh, god, Jasmine. Thank you for saving me. I thought I was doomed. But Jasmine
- there's more of us and - Jasmine. Al was in your Navel!!!"
The fearful jolt was unmistakable. Like an earthquake the mighty body moved and
he was shaken around with his box. Then he saw that she had sunk back propped up
on her elbows. Then he could only see her face far away and her knees on the
other side. Soon she tilted the box and he felt a touchdown...
She had set him down near her navel. Carefully he climbed out and hurried
towards her navel. He looked into the huge navel but saw nothing. Then he
surrounded her navel. Soon he stopped. A red smear told everything. Maybe Al had
seen her smile at him and thought it was safe to come out. While doing this fate
had struck. There weren't even bones visible in the smear. Shuddering he turned
to run away. He was very surprised to find the box now waiting right behind him.
Of course she had watched his reaction. He climbed in and watched the sad look
on her face. Then she brought the box back to her ear. She knew that there might
be some more important things.
"Jasmine", Al shouted on top of his voice," there are three others. They wanted
to get noticed by your friend over there. They started at her right foot maybe
one or two hours ago! Please... I will explain everything later."
Another nod rocked the box. Then she moved it away. Out of nowhere the lid
appeared in the sky. A silent kiss from her face signalled that there was no
danger to him. Then it got dark and he felt and heard that she put the box in
some kind of bag. Then her thunderous voice made the box vibrate.
"Oh, Lucy. I'm thirsty. Would you mind getting us some ice tea or something? I
would go myself but I am not comfortable with your aunt's kitchen."
A Yawn answered. "Yeaaah. ... sure...I will..." And the earth quaked under her
fading steps. The rumble of the door was heard. And then he heard his beloved
Jasmine.
"Guys, this is your only chance. I can't let Lucy know about you. She's like her
name - Lucifer! So you have to get here soon. I will place my Lipstick next to
my right foot. It will be like accidentally open. Climb it. Make yourself stick
to the lipstick and I will save you. You don't have much time. I don't think
Lucy will like to boil in the sun for another hour. She will make the call!"
With that Bill felt himself being nudged aside as she obviously got the Lipstick
from her bag.
****
[Tom, David, Jesse]
Greg didn't return. David would've been surprised if he had. To him the movement
of that foot had been just too close to leave him unharmed. Billy's reaction
told him he was right. He decided not to talk about Greg. He took the lead.
"Well, guys, we have no other choice. Would you notice an ant kicking your toe?
She won't either! So we have to do something different. "
BOOOOOM! the flip-flop sandal behind them fell again. She was lazily playing
with it.
"Damn! First of all we have to get away from here as long as she's playing with
this blue monster-flip-flop or we'll get under it!"
With that he started to run away. Jesse and Tom didn't know anything better and
followed him. They made a five hundred foot sprint. Then they fell down behind a
grass trunk.
"Alright. I hope we are out of her playful reach. We have two chances, boys.
Number one is: We get noticed by her now and hopefully can ask her to save Bill
and the others. Number two means we hitch a ride on her flip-flops and let her
take us home with her. There we see how we make ourselves noticed."
"We can't leave Hank, Al and Bill helpless", Jesse answered, "number one it
should be."
"Well Jesse, now tell me: How do you want to be noticed? If we can somehow
muster enough strength to tickle her it will be like any blade of grass tickling
her. Anything that might work involves that she can see us and recognise us as
non insects."
"We should climb her nose so she can recognise us!" Tom suggested.
"No, Tom. How could we get there?"
"We could run up to her head and climb up in her hair."
"Hm... she might move"
"She may not!"
"I don't think you can climb up that high."
"Well I don't know what you two will be doing. I will try."
With that Tom rose and disappeared in the gras-jungle.
David and Jesse looked at each other.
"I think we should try to hide on her sandal. That flip-flop should have some
larger hole somewhere in the sole where we can hide. Once at her house we can
try to be noticed there. Maybe we could write a message somehow."
"Allright. But before we can go back we have to wait for her to finish playing
with it!"
And so they did. BOOOOM!...... BOOOOMMM! It took a long time. Finally they
noticed it had stopped. And the breathing sounded like she was asleep.
"It's now or never!" David shouted and they ran towards the blue flipflop.
They found her foot was in it again. It couldn't stop them They started to
surround the huge sole looking for larger bubbles in the foam. The first two
were large enough but had a wide opening. They feared to fall out when she
moved. Then they found their chance. Near her big toe they found a suitable one.
Fifty foot above the ground it looked promising. They decided to climb up and
investigate.
It took a loot of power to climb the steep wall. On the last twenty feet they
feared she might suddenly move and shake them off. But panting they climbed into
safety. It was the ideal kind of bubble. A small hole only two and a half foot
in diameter was the entrance. Behind that a large room opened. About ten feet
long and 5 feet high. The walls were covered with craters of exploded bubbles.
Quickly each of them wedged himself into one of these craters and found himself
secured by the material like in the seat of a rollercoaster. They felt save.
Tom was going on a long and lonely walk. He knew he needed his strength to climb
her hair like a giant rope. And he guessed that he would have to climb maybe one
thousand feet up. So he couldn't afford to run. Instead he had fun watching this
hot tanned body that was at display all around him. She was a total beauty. Her
skin was smooth and there was no trace of fat on her. Except for the tan
mountains on the horizon. He passed them more than one hour later. These breasts
were a firm display of female proud. He couldn't help but touch his privates at
the sight. While he was walking a breeze cooled her nipples and they rose to a
full height of easily two hundred feet.
Finally he got around her shoulders. And from that moment everything started
with terrifying speed.
"OH,LUCY. I'M THIRSTY. WOULD YOU MIND GETTING US SOME ICE TEA OR SOMETHING? I
WOULD GO MYSELF BUT I AM NOT COMFORTABLE WITH YOUR AUNT'S KITCHEN."
The titanic head next to him stirred then shook. Suddenly a deadly hairstorm
struck around him. Everywhere were hairs that smashed down like giant whips. He
covered on the ground in fear of being sliced in half.
Then finally the head rose and with it the whole giantess disappeared. The
earthquake of leaving steps made his body dance and tumble. Then it got silent.
****
David and Jesse were taken by surprise. Their small cruise-liner cabin was
suddenly jolted up and down, left and right. Then they felt the might of a foot
making contact with the ground from the best seat in the theatre. It was
titanic. Everything vibrated and they heard hapless thing giving in to the force
and flatten beneath the giantess flip-flop.
But this was only a foot with the weight of a leg behind it. When the giant Lucy
got on her feet one moment later they got a demonstration of power they never
believed possible. Each step was a bloody violent torture. When the foot
travelled through the air they were pressed into the foambubbles like the Apollo
11 crew on their launch to the moon. Then they heard an earpiercing slap when
the heel of the flip-flop smashed into the heel of her foot. Then they felt
everything being forced towards the ground and when the foot hit the ground the
sound was even more deafening as the slapping noise. For the next two seconds
the foot rested on the ground. But the walking body above them shifted its
weight from heel to toe accompanied by countless things alive or not being
flattened and crushed beneath her sole. All these sounds of destruction were
washing through their ears as a cacophony of destruction. And when finally her
toes took all of her weight to push the giantess forward the flip-flop bend
under the pressure and their bubble was squashed beneath the weight. They
thought they must be squished inside of a place that seemed so safe seconds ago.
But When the pressure forced the air out of their lungs and pressed their head
onto their knees it was suddenly over and they were dragged upward again.
After the first two steps they knew their idea was life threatening. Then came
the moment when they heard the door. The regular movement of up and down, crunch
and rise was suddenly broken by the necessity to open the door.
It was Jesse's fate. He was torn out of his bubble and as the forward movement
stopped he shot out of the opening with lightspeed.
When Jesse smacked backwards into the hard tilefloor he felt some bones break.
For one moment he thought he had paid his prize. But then he saw that the force
of Lucy's step had shot him far out in front of her but still in her path. For
about one and a half seconds he joyously smiled up at the perfectly naked body
above him. He even managed to touch his prick for a moment. Then he saw the
underside of toes hanging over the edge of her flip-flop. Finally his sky turned
blue - then dark.
BOOOOOMMMM! thundered the heel. With one arm inside of his pants the other rose
futily to hold of the front part of the flip-flop. SQUIRTSH! made his body.
Some fifty feet above and maybe thirty to the right David tried to listen for
the sounds of his last moment. But within the thunder and they crunching of dust
and dirt he heard no difference.
Five seconds later David got a break. He heard a fridge door and bottles.
Everything would've been fine if the mugs hadn't been in the upper cupboard.
Lucy just stood on her toes to grabbed a mug. It didn't matter to her. For David
it meant the end. Without any warning his small prison was suddenly compressed.
Brutally his head was forced between his knees. Then another jolt of pressure
forced his shoulders to follow. As his arms broke in the process he used the
last air in this lungs for a desperate howl. Then suddenly the pressure stopped
for a second. David saw his arms stuck as a mangled mass to the blue walls of
his prison. Then the pressure returned. Even more violent. The second mug was a
little deeper in the cupboard. Lucy lifted her left leg and stood only on her
right toes to get it.
David's head was crushed into his crotch. Before he heard the crunch of his legs
his spine was crushed which saved him fro the pain. He felt his forehead
squishing his balls. SCRUNCH! Everything turned red and he heard the final CRACK
of his skull.
Lucy however took the mugs and filled them with ice tea. Smiling she walked back
onto the lawn. It had been a great idea to spent a lazy day in the sun wit
Jasmine.
****
"GUYS, THIS IS YOUR ONLY CHANCE. I CAN'T LET LUCY KNOW ABOUT YOU. SHE'S LIEK HER
NAME - LUCIFER! SO YOU HAVE TO GET HERE SOON..."
When Tom heard these words he paniked. The lipstick was so damned far. He
started running towards it. But in front of him was only a chaos of flattened
grass where Lucy had rested her body. He had to surround it. Fearfully he hoped
she would step on him on her return. If she laid down slighty more upward he
would be buried beneath her head.
He spent the most fearful moments of his life when the returning steps made him
tumble on the ground without any control. But the naked giantess just sat down a
good distance from him to drink her tea.
He was racing. Was it still more than a mile? He didn't know. He only saw the
black and golden plastic of that lipstick...
"Hey, Jasmine. What's that? I've never seen so much love in your eyes! Got any
sweet dreams?"
"Wow Lucy, I never thought you were sensible enough to notice something like
this."
"Hey, Jas! What do you think of me? It's just to protect me from the world
outside when I play the selfish and arrogant slut."
"Uh, Lucy, some softer feelings shining through? What are your true colours?"
"Blue. Look at my flip-flops. Blue..."
Damn smalltalk Tom thought. But it was giving him some time. As long as they
talked, they didn't leave, right?
HE was running and running. The minutes passed. He lost his eye for the
beautiful naked bodies next to him. His goal was the lipstick - his goal was
survival.
"I don't know why you always play this bad with boys."
"Hey, Jas, you know the way it is. Your' beautiful. Your' sexy. Just like me.
And you know - Guys. I mean Guuuyzz with their 'look at those tits look at those
legs. Pay you ten bucks if you dare slap her sharp ass...' When I play cruel
with them it's just to protect myself from them. I've never found the one who
made my heart melt. But I do believe he's out there and waiting for me..."
'Yes, I am out here. But I am not waiting for you, I am just trying to get away
from you' Tom thought.
"Uhm, Jas, let's get up. It's almost five and we'll have to be back around six.
We have to do some washing up and things, remember?"
"Allright" he heard the answer. Tom knew his time was up. Maybe one thousand
feet to go. Maybe only eight hundred.
The dark rumbling started behind him. e knew it was Lucy getting on her feet.
The next second brought Lucy's first step which tore the tired Tom of his feet.
Step after step followed as Lucy gathered her things. She stepped into her
bikini bottoms and walked to the spot where she had thrown the bikini top.
Tom gave up trying to stand up. He was crawling as good as possible on the
shaking ground. Then he couldn't even crawl as Lucy thundered towards him. He
felt himself being helplessly thrown around before he catched a gras root to
hold onto. He looked up and saw the flip-flop coming down on him. He howled in
fear as it got dark. THOOUUMB! Lucy stepped down with the edge of that blue
flip-flop just 5 foot from him with displaced air and a hailstorm of dirt
washing over him.
"JASMIN, WOULD YOU HELP ME WITH MY BIKINI TIES?"
"SURE!"
His way was blocked. Between him and the life saving lipstick was the deadly and
almighty foot of Lucy. Eight hundred feet to the heel. Five hundred feet to the
toes. He couldn't get around it.
Above him Lucy bent down to help Jasmine up. Tom almost got mad at the display
of these heavy boobs swinging nude and full in the sky above him. Then Jasmine's
barefeet thundered around Lucy and he watched breathlessly how they put those
humunguus boobs back into the bra.
"THANKS, JAS!" thundered Lucy. Tom was crawling towards the blue flip-flop.
Sobbing he leaned against it.
"WAIT JAS, YOU LOST YOUR LIPSTICK THERE. HERE IT IS! OOOPS THIS WAS HALF OPEN.
SILLY YOU, YOU COULD'VE GOTTEN ANTS ALL OVER IT!"
Tom gave up. At least he wanted to have some nice last moments. Without any
restrain he watched Jasmines' still totally nude body. He enjoyed her bouncing
breasts and her carelessly displayed pussy. For one moment he thought how
interesting it would be to get into her cunt. But when she moved her legs he saw
her pussylips grinding against each other. He realised he would be squished to
death without even being felt.
Then Lucy stepped back to grab her back. As the flip-flop was risen from the
ground Tom was unbelievably lucky because Lucy twisted her toes. But instead of
being dragged under the shoe and ground to dust he was just riding on an
avalanche of dirt that the sole pushed away with it's movement. One moment later
the blue footwear of death disappeared.
He watched Lucy grab her bag and walk towards the house. Then he looked at
Jasmine. He saw her closing her back with the lipstick while stepping into her
wooden mules.
"DONT WORRY, BILLY. I AM SO HAPPY I FOUND YOU. DID YOU SEE MY ANKLET? YOUR
ANKLET! I LOVE YOU SO AND I WILL LET SOMEONE GROW YOU BACK.
BUT ABOUT YOUR FRIENDS: WHOEVER WE MIGHT LEFT BEHIND. I CAN'T HELP YOU NOW!" a
whispered thunder came to him, "BYE!"
Tired and helpless he waved at the giantess. He looked at the wooden platform
sole and wondered. With a little luck they could have managed to climb the
flip-flop. But this smooth wooden surface was unclimbable. What could've
happened if Lucy had laid down left of Jasmine instead?
Then he quietly watched Jasmine making her first step. He wasn't surprised as
her foot moved towards him. He would have been surprised if her slim wooden heel
hat hit him. Instead he looked at the dirty plastic tread beneath her right
mule. He felt the vibration and saw how easily her weight forced the slim heel
deep into the soft earth crushing and flattening a lonely trefoil beneath. Then
the platform sole came down. He was under the raised tip. Just 20 feet from him
everything was crushed beneath her weight. Then he saw the sole above rolling
towards him. He knew she was just rising her heel. He had fallen on his back and
watched a huge yellowish block of the tread crush his legs. CRUNCH! He howled in
pain while his legs were crushed deep into the earth. Then another part of the
tread came down somewhere behind his head. It got dark and one moment later he
felt the pressure of his body being squashed into the treadpattern. His body
flattened under her weight...
The End.
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