Man or Mouse?
By Aaron Daly
The headlines of the morning edition blared:
COLONEL CHARLES GYURE ATTEMPTS ONE MAN MISSION TO MARS
He knew the entire story. All he wanted to see was the headline heralding his
name in full glory. A ten second stop at the mirror left his dark hair combed
and his eyes free of sleep sand. He then gulped down the rest of his coffee,
stimulating his system much like what the banner headline had done to his ego.
He was scheduled to begin the final preparations of this historic mission at 5
am sharp today. He left his quarters and was soon joined by several military
policemen who promptly exchanged salutes with him and drove him over to the
mission control center of the base. Col. Gyure could see the silhouette of the
experimental craft he had been training to pilot for 18 months. "Damn," he
thought to himself while traveling past the machine, "this is probably the last
time I'll see her on earth like this."
Charles Gyure was one of the few remaining military men who still regarded
vehicles as feminine. This was probably because he treated women in a similar
way, as objects to be controlled. Alas, a man bred and trained to succeed under
the tremendous pressure of space training usually has a strong male ego driving
him. In Gyure's case, his ego had done him well. At 34, he was considered an old
timer in the business. In fact, he just barely made the age cutoff for the
mission by 4 days. But his lifetime accomplishments were so extraordinary that
no one could imagine calling him an old timer.
During his career, there had been two women elected to the presidency. He
therefore had much practice in keeping his feelings to himself. But
occasionally, he used outlets to vent off and demonstrate his assumed
superiority over females.
Dr. Andrea Clemens was his latest outlet.
Dr. Clemens, the only woman on the five person team of scientists who had
planned the entire mission, and the one with the brilliant ideas. Andrea had
developed a theory whereby electric fields could be used to warp the spacetime
continuum over a selected region of space, thus placing convenient
interplanetary travel within the reach of man (and woman). She was already
guaranteed a Nobel Prize for her work, but she wanted this mission to be
successful as well. Women had come so far in her lifetime of 26 years, and she
wanted to earn further fame for her sex by being known as the woman who put
humankind on Mars.
She was a 5'6" attractive, single woman, who preferred large glasses and wearing
her long black hair back in a bun, sort of like the 70's look sported by Lynda
Carter when she portrayed Wonder Woman's alter ego, Diana Prince. Gyure
remembered how much those reruns had turned him on when he first met her during
his orientation. Occasionally, he flirted and got quite fresh with her during
his training when he saw the right opportunity.
However, Andrea never reported his behavior to anyone. The press would have had
a field day with allegations of sexual misconduct involved with the greatest
leap of humankind. The mission could be delayed for up to a year. No, she
couldn't have it. "Grin and bear it, Andi," she'd mutter to herself, over and
over again, whenever Gyure made a pass at her. "You only have to work closely
with him a short while longer, and then he'll be off into space and that'll be
the end of it." She didn't realize that by not taking action against Gyure, she
was giving him the false impression that she was condoning his actions.
Nevertheless, today would be their last meeting together before the launch. She
was beginning to dread her final briefing with the Colonel. He was flying above
cloud nine, and soon would be the most famous human in his lifetime. Andrea
feared what liberties his ego would take when they were alone in the briefing
room.
They met silently outside the briefing room, and at precisely 0500 hours, both
Dr. Clemens and Col. Gyure placed their ID cards in the appropriate slots and
entered the room. After the security door locked behind them, they were
completely isolated from the outside world.
Despite all his discipline and training, Gyure's libido started to control him
in this small room. Dr. Clemens had been the only woman he'd seen in the past
year of training, "And hey, a guy's only human, right?" he thought to himself.
"If anything goes wrong on this trip, she could be the last woman I'd see. Maybe
she could give me a little something for good luck," he chuckled to himself.
"It's nice to see you one more time before your trip, Colonel," Andrea said,
with a grin which hid her fears. "This final briefing will cover special
emergency procedures that will hopefully return you safely to Earth if anything
unfortunate happens."
Col. Gyure met her eyes briefly, and then returned his gaze to admiring how her
chest protruded against her lab coat as she prepared her slides. She then
progressed through the tried and true precautions adopted decades ago by the
space program, which were second nature to Gyure. She then concluded with some
procedures unique to this mission.
"Your craft will be traveling using our spacewarp system only operating within
the well tested parameters. If, during any time of the mission, you encounter a
situation which you or the computer deems hopeless, then simply pull on the
large red handle located above your head." She pointed to the appropriate spot
on the screen. "This will activate the automatic homing device, which will use a
higher level of space warping to return you to earth as fast as possible.
However, this warp level is untested. We don't know for sure what long term
effects it could have on you, if any. But saving your life in time is worth that
risk, don't you agree?"
Gyure quickly looked up to her pretty spectacled face, smiled and nodded.
Andrea was starting to feel less tense. The Colonel hadn't tried anything funny
yet, and she was starting to slip into a sense of security and really become
absorbed in her work.
"Another emergency device is actually wired into your spacesuit. There are
thousands of tiny coils embedded in the outer layer." She showed him a magnified
picture of the suit material. "When electric current passes through them, they
can actually bend light away from the suit, rendering you nearly invisible. This
is meant for you to protect yourself from intense radiation on your trip. The
battery pack only has a four hour charge, so use it sparingly; if you find
yourself being overheated from infrared radiation, for example.
"These precautions seem simple enough," Col. Gyure thought to himself. Indeed,
they were not hard to follow. Gyure had spent most of the time admiring Dr.
Clemens's body and thinking, "She's pretty, and clever. I wonder what she'd look
like without her coat, glasses, and her hair down?"
"That's all I'm prepared to talk about," Dr. Clemens said as she turned off her
projector. She walked over in front of the Colonel. "Are there any questions you
have for me?"
The dark side of Charles Gyure took that question as its cue: he reached up,
caught her by her coat with one hand, pulled her close to his face, and spoke
softly. "Only one question, sweets. How about you give me something to remember
on my trip?" He followed this query with a wink while his other hand found its
way under her coat.
Andrea's face reddened, and with tears in her eyes, she gave him a stunning blow
on the cheek. Gyure grimaced in pain as he rubbed his face and watched Andrea's
behind follow the rest of her into the restroom. "Shit, what am I doing," he
thought, shaking his head," I always knew my limits before. That bitch could
ruin everything if she squeals. I'd better calm her down." He rose from his
chair and went to the restroom door.
Locked. He knocked. "Go away!" came the response. It was Charlie's turn to
blush. Looking at his watch, he began to panic. "Shit! we're scheduled to leave
for final countdown preparation in 15 minutes. What am I gonna do?"
Andrea, after locking the restroom door behind her, had locked herself in the
stall. She was sitting on the toilet seat with her arms wrapped around her, and
was bobbing up and down with her sobbing. She couldn't believe she had let him
do this to her. "I should have done something a long time ago," she cried to
herself. She had been so absorbed in her work it didn't even occur to her to bug
the room for evidence. "Why? Why?" she asked herself, "Why me? Why am I always a
victim?" Glancing at her watch, she saw that she'd better stop crying soon, or
she would have some awkward explaining ahead of her. With a final shudder
gripping her body, she unlocked her stall and went over to the sink. She turned
on the cold water, removed her glasses, and started splashing the water on her
face, trying to remove the tears and redness. Finally, she filled up the sink
and soaked her face in the cold water, periodically raising her head to see if
any evidence of crying remained in the mirror. She heard Col. Gyure calling to
her from behind the door.
"Dr. Clemens, please, just forget what happened, okay? It would seriously affect
the mission if anyone found out." The bastard didn't even care about how he made
her feel; like a small sex object. She made up her mind as she was looking at
her eyes, which had now lost the puffiness and redness of tears. That prick was
going to have a very short mission. She would find time to sabotage the ship.
She plotted to let the mission last long enough to prove that her warping field
was adequate for an interplanetary trip, and then, an unfortunate life support
malfunction would force the craft to return home using the emergency warp. Yes,
this plan would resolve the conflicts that were tearing her apart. It would both
justify her work and end Gyure's career. He would not enjoy the glory of being
the first man on Mars. He would get close enough to maybe establish orbit, and
the "unfortunate" malfunction would return him to Earth, and he would be past
the age limit when another mission was organized. "Hmmm. Enough plotting for
now," Andrea grinned at her reflection. This scheme had put her in good spirits
again.
Andrea unlocked the restroom door and walked past Charlie without making eye
contact. "We have an appointment in 5 minutes, Colonel. I hope this briefing
session was useful. Let's go." Charlie felt his jaw go slack. A queer feeling
began creeping over him, one of both relief and uneasiness. He was relieved that
Andrea had appeared to have ignored the incident for now, but he felt uneasy at
the fact that she was able to appear so in control and cheerful so quickly. It
seemed almost like a split personality thing. "Weird," Charlie said to himself
as he rubbed away the last tinglings of Andrea's slap and followed her outside
the room.
After opening the door at the end of the hallway, they met the men who were
responsible for preparing Gyure for the liftoff at 1000 hours. Andrea was not
obligated to help them with these preparations. She had her own plans. After a
quick alibi was given to her superiors, that she was going to give the emergency
systems another diagnostic, she stole away to the sub basement level of the
building, which allowed access to the craft. She had no problem gaining entry
with her identification.
She was extremely skilled at electronics. After finding the relays for the life
support systems, she managed to create a time delayed short circuit that would
occur approximately 30 minutes after lift off. She estimated that Gyure would be
over halfway to Mars by then. The communication systems also were added to this
future mishap, as an afterthought. "Let the bastard shit his spacesuit," she
said with a smile. She had studied enough circuit failures to make her work
appear to be accidental. She was trembling with joy, knowing that she had just
put the final touches on Gyure's career. Looking up, she saw the red emergency
handle. Her mind started working. Since this mission was now going to end
prematurely, she might as well use the opportunity to obtain important data for
her research. Even though the current emergency warp setting was untested, its
behavior and side effects could be predicted with 95% accuracy. Andrea was
interested in pushing the warp limit even further, into a truly unknown region.
Opening the circuit box for the emergency homing device, she doubled the
curvature coefficient setting, which would return the ship to Earth at about
half the speed of light. "That'll give him something to remember from his trip."
She completed her preparations, double checked for incriminating evidence, and
then, true to her alibi, checked out the emergency systems throughout the ship.
She almost glided back to her laboratory, with her hands sweating in
anticipation of the downfall of Gyure.
Morning passed quickly. All of the other preparations were now finished. Colonel
Charles Gyure was in his spacesuit, harnessed in the cockpit of the ship, and
ready to make history. Here came the final countdown: "T minus
10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...0... IGNITION!"
Gyure thought it was quaint how "ignition" was still used even though flammable
rocket fuel was no longer used. He felt the smooth acceleration of the ship as
the warp drive kicked in. Since the space around the ship was being "warped",
relatively little power was needed to bring the ship up to speed and keep it
there. The added bonus was there was also very little G force to deal with.
Gyure even had the luxury of Earth's gravity thanks to Andrea's genius. She had
certainly worked out what seemed to be hassle free space travel, as convenient
as traveling on Earth. "This'll be a cakewalk," Gyure laughed to himself as he
watched his instruments and maintained communication. Two minutes had passed,
and he could now see all of North America. Further and further from Earth he
soared. Now he could view the entire planet, and only after 5 minutes! He
watched its dimensions grow smaller and smaller. 10 minutes; a basketball. 15
minutes; a softball. 25 minutes; a marble. 30 minutes ......
ZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!
Gyure yelped, jumped up, and hit his head squarely on the emergency handle.
Groaning, he slumped to the floor; "Fuckin' .... stupid .... handle ......" He
was so confident about his safety that he had unharnessed himself for more
comfort. He stirred out of his painful daze after a few minutes, awakened by the
smell of smoke. The life support panel had caught fire, and the sparks were
starting to spread. "Oh .... fuckin' .. shit ..," Gyure mumbled, stumbling to
his feet. He unfastened the extinguisher from the wall and promptly smothered
the fire. Rubbing the top of his head, he knelt down by the panel to inspect the
damage. Opening the outer panel, he saw that all of the circuits were fused or
blown apart. No chance of repairs either. The damage was too extensive. He
checked the communications panel with the same result. "Fuck," he muttered out
loud. He looked back at the main instrument panel. The stats showed him that he
only had 10 minutes of fresh atmosphere left. The computer was instructing him
to pull the emergency handle and abort the mission. That news brought Gyure to
full consciousness.
"No ...No!... NO!" he yelled, kicking the ruined panels. "It's not supposed to
be this way!" He realized that after he returned home, he would be grounded; a
soon to be forgotten astronaut who paved the way for another hotshot who'd end
up getting all the glory. Then he remembered who had designed the ship. "Stupid
cunt's junky spaceship!" he shouted. "Stupid fucking woman!" The end of his
dream had made Charlie quite irrational, and the blow to his ego had caused him
to ignore the crisis he was in. After a few minutes, he had calmed down enough
to remember the computer's directive. Entering the proper codes, he acknowledged
the directive, strapped himself in, and pulled the red handle.
This trip was not smooth. The entire ship was rattling, and the acceleration was
tremendous. Charlie's body instinctively reacted to these forces which he had
trained for months to endure. If his mind wasn't so clouded with rage, he would
have noticed a feeling of falling inward as well. After a few seconds, the Earth
ballooned before him as he headed toward the west coast of North America. Just
as he started hoping that the ship would land safely, the ship pulled out of
warp, leaving the momentum behind in the wake, which allowed the ship to fall
from rest about 10 miles above sea level. "Thank God, she managed to do it after
all." The landing parachute automatically deployed, and now all he had to do was
brace himself for the fall in the ocean. He passed the time thinking bitterly
about how he'd spend his time after he was "retired".
Meanwhile, at mission control, Dr. Clemens spirit had jumped for joy the second
that communications were lost. The accident had happened right on schedule. She
had to fight back a grin as she heard her superiors yelling on the phones to
other bureaucratic types and explaining about the aborted mission and how they'd
have to find another pilot for the next one. But there was recorded proof of the
ease of warp travel. Andrea's work was justified; further funding would come her
way. An investigation would show that the fire was caused by a few faulty
circuits which had failed. Now all Andrea wanted to see was the expression Gyure
would wear on his face after he returned.
She was thinking about all these wonderful things while she was monitoring the
ship's return. A strong signal was sent from the ship when the emergency warp
was activated. Her instruments were showing her a truly bizarre event, though.
As Colonel Gyure's ship approached Earth, the signal should have increased in
intensity; however, the signal was weakening, almost as if the source was
diminishing. Finally, the signal was lost, being too weak to even register. She
recorded this data to add to her analysis of the warp effect. The computer had
used the signal to calculate the ship's trajectory, and now it had calculated
the most probable area of ocean that Gyure would land in. The recovery crew soon
departed, with Andrea tagging along. She wanted to be the first person Gyure
would see when he landed.
The target zone was 15 miles from the coast. The crew stopped at the coast, and
began waiting for orders from mission control, which was trying to pick up the
ship on satellite scanners, radar, and other instruments. Andrea checked the
time. The calculations predicted a splashdown in 10 minutes, but Gyure's ship
should have been detected long before now. 15 minutes later, Andrea was puzzled.
She contacted mission control, asking for permission to proceed with rescue
operations. After 2 minutes of painful waiting, she got permission. The restless
crew then drove the hovercrafts out into the ocean. They soon reached the target
area and searched visually and with sonar. Nothing. Then each hovercraft started
circling out in a radial pattern that extended about 5 miles. Still nothing.
Andrea actually started worrying about Colonel Gyure. She remembered how the
emergency signal grew weaker and disappeared. For a moment, she wondered if the
ship was destroyed upon reentry. "Wait, it couldn't have," she reassured
herself. She knew that all of the excess momentum the ship gained from the
spacewarp would be shunted off, and if the ship did disintegrate, the signal
would have disappeared abruptly, not just diminish like someone was turning down
its volume.
Half an hour had passed, and the crew had located nothing. Following the rescue
procedures to the letter, the crew began an extensive systematic search that
would cover 100 square miles. The Coast Guard was employed to aid in this
search.
The search was completed in 6 hours, with no news of the Colonel's return. No
tracking station on the coast had picked up anything on radar. Andrea now feared
the worst, that her new warp setting had indeed blown apart the ship. There was
still a small chance that Gyure had just been blown way off course by the
prevailing winds. It was the only explanation, assuming that the ship was
undamaged. An international effort was intiated to expedite Gyure's recovery.
Charlie, meanwhile, had peacefully floated to earth about 20 minutes later than
the predicted time, and, thanks to the winds, about 50 miles south of the target
area, quite close to the coast. Charlie unharnessed himself, and started to lean
forward on the seat to stand up, with his muscles instinctively using the proper
amount of effort needed to stand upright.
Gyure shot up off the seat and struck his head on the ceiling. Even though his
head hurt like the dickens, he didn't black out this time. "What the hell's
going on here?" he yelled. Due to utter confusion, he neglected to curse
Andrea's name. In trying to stand up, it was like someone had turned down the
gravity. Standing up again, very slowly, he marveled at how little effort his
legs and butt had to use. It was like someone was tugging on him with many
invisible marionette strings. He then started bouncing lightly on his toes and
swinging his arms from side to side. With each bounce, he left the floor and
almost touched the ceiling again, with his arms swinging out at maximum arcs.
"Damn, maybe this trip wasn't a total waste," Charlie thought to himself.
"Wouldn't it be cool if I got this strength as a side effect of that flaky
bitch's warp gizmo? Gee, retirement might not be so bad now. I could really have
some fun with this. Yeah, it'll be my little secret. First, I think I'll call up
the Guinness World Record people and set a new high jump record for them."
Gyure's ego had rejuvenated as he was getting excited at being number one again.
His mind was swirling with visions of medals, money, and the models he would
fuck.
While he was daydreaming, his ship was steadily floating toward the shoreline.
He glanced toward land and shook himself out of his dreaming. He could see
people on the beach. Now the elation building up in him made him feel like a
shaken soft drink. Soon he would be mobbed by people and worshipped as a hero.
He hoped the bikini clad girls would get to him first. He floated closer and
closer to the shore. The people seemed close enough that they should see him
now, but no one looked out at him. Charlie popped open the hatch, stood outside
the ship and starting waving his arms to get their attention. Still no one
looked at him. Charlie was getting impatient. "Maybe the sun's in their eyes,"
he thought. His view of the beachgoers zoomed larger and larger. They appeared
close enough to hear him now, but no one looked out at him as he yelled toward
the shore. "Huh? What's going on here? HEY GUYS! YOU DEAF? I MADE IT BACK FROM
SPACE! IT'S GOOD TO BE HOME!" He was ignored again. Charlie was very confused
and he just stood there, watching the people grow larger and larger. And larger
and larger. And larger and larger. And still larger and larger. Charlie felt his
stomach start to twist itself into a knot when the people starting looking a
little too big, and he slowly grew more and more nauseous as the people grew
larger and larger. Extremely confused and dizzy, he thought he was suffering
from hallucinations or something. When the people became large enough that he
actually had to tilt his head back to look at them, he realized something was
horribly wrong. The people stopped growing. Charlie's ship was touching the
sandy shore, and he had to hold his gaze almost vertical to see the faces of
these people. With his lower lip trembling, he realized what had happened to
him. Somehow, the trip using the emergency warp had shrunk him to the size of a
grasshopper. And like a little insect, his muscles could now lift many times his
own tiny weight. "Now what am I going to do," he started whining, with tears
forming in his eyes. "The only record I'll set now is the tiniest pipsqueak of
all time! What will happen to me? Will they put me in a cage? My life's over,
OVER! I'll never get a woman again! What chick would get turned on by looking at
my dick through a magnifying glass?" Now the tears came at full force as Charlie
totally lost it. "It's all her fault! I know it! She did this to me! That crazy
cunt! Wait'll I ..." He stopped his ranting, thinking, what would he do to
Andrea? What COULD he do to her? She now would literally have more strength in
her pinky than he did in his whole body! He shuddered as he realized that he was
now inferior to every woman who was ever born. Only female fetuses were smaller
than him, and young ones at that. He started hoping that whatever happened, he
would not see Andrea again, because he had just remembered what had happened in
the briefing room that morning. Boy, would she have a score to settle with him.
All this time, Charlie's ship was quietly bobbing against the shore, his crying
unnoticed by the nearby people. Some kids were building a parking garage sized
sandcastle close by. An outburst of their joyful yelling and screaming was the
magnitude of jumbo jet engines to Charlie's tiny eardrums. He instinctively
clapped his hands over his ears and huddled inside the ship, waiting for a
moment of silence so he could close the hatch. Finally; peace and quiet. Charlie
jumped up and slammed the hatch shut. The noise soon resumed. Now it didn't hurt
his ears, but the whole ship still vibrated as if he were inside a megaphone.
He regained his senses, and started thinking about a plan of action. "They'll be
looking for me. I've got to contact the authorities somehow." He certainly
wasn't going to wade out onto the beach towards civilization. Covering the beach
alone would be a day's journey to him. Hell, he doubted he'd even last a day;
he'd probably get squashed under the feet of some overweight woman. His only
realistic option was to be carried by someone to the authorities. He would have
to wait and be discovered.
He didn't have to wait long. He heard a large weight land on the top of the
ship, and suddenly his perspective became topsy turvy as the ship lifted and the
floor of the cabin swung away from under his feet. He went careening to the
front of the ship, which was now pointing downward. Looking out the front
windows, he saw a pair of enormous bare feet far below, connected to immense
legs, which touched part of a pink bathing suit. Despite his new bruises,
Charlie tried to climb upward over the seat and equipment to get a better view
of his discoverer. Looking out a side window, he saw an enormous little girl.
She looked to be about 8 years old. He starting getting queasy again, knowing
that he was just a toy to this little girl. The ship vibrated to her laughter,
and Charlie was shaken down to the front of the ship and was violently bounced
around with each step the giant girl took towards her mother, who was sunbathing
nearby.
"MOMMY, MOMMY," she cried, "LOOK AT MY SPACESHIP." No answer came from her
sleeping mom. The girl sat down next to her mother and started playing with the
ship, steering it through the air while making whoosh whoosh noises. Luckily, by
this time Charlie had the good sense to drag his sore little body up to his seat
and strap himself in again. He started praying that the ship was sturdy enough
to withstand her playing. All the turns and dives that the girl was forcing the
ship to make were making Charlie sick again. He was relieved when she stopped
and landed him on a large red hill. She had placed the ship on her mom's butt to
get her attention. It took Charlie a few seconds to figure out where he was from
his new perspective, and then he felt himself turn as red as the bathing suit of
the woman he was perched upon. He was flushed partly from embarrassment of being
so tiny and so close to a woman, and partly from being turned on by her large
round ass. Unstrapping himself, he looked out the windows to view her titanic
body better. He looked at her tanned, toned hamstrings and followed their
tapering all the way to her heels. Next, he went to the windows behind him and
followed the graceful curve of her spine from the small of her back up to her
huge clavicles and neck, which was surmounted by a sea of golden hair. He began
to quickly look back and forth from her heels to her head. "God," he exclaimed.
Looking out along her body was like peering over the entire deck of a sexy
aircraft carrier. Charlie started to feel less embarrassed about being tiny.
Actually, he thought it would be downright kinky to explore the body of a woman
this size. His hand was halfway to the hatch handle when he remembered that the
gigantic girl was still out there, and thought better of it. "MOMMY, WAKE UP!
LOOK AT MY SHIP!" the girl cried out again. "MMMMMMMMMHHHHHH ......" her mother
mumbled as she awoke from her little snooze and started to roll over on her
back. The little ship slid off of her rump onto the sand. Charlie, unharnessed
again, took some more painful tumbles. Then he saw an enormous shadow loom over
the ship. The huge woman was rolling over, and was going to crush him under her
ass!
"MOMMY, DON'T BREAK MY SHIP!" yelled the giant girl, snatching the ship away
just before her mom's backside made a nice dent in the sand beneath itself.
Charlie took another roll in the ship as the girl quickly yanked the ship away.
He managed to make it to his seat again and buckled himself in, promising
himself that he would stay there until he was left alone for awhile.
The girl's mom had sat up now, and was curious about the toy her daughter had
found. "LET ME LOOK AT THAT, HONEY," she said, taking the ship from her. Charlie
felt the ship slowly rock back and forth and then he gulped as it was turned
upside down as the woman examined the craft. She absentmindedly started
muttering, "THIS HAS WAY TOO MUCH DETAIL TO BE ONLY A KID'S TOY. THIS LOOKS MORE
LIKE A MODEL, AND AN EXPENSIVE ONE." Even though she said this under her breath,
Charlie still heard every word loud and clear, as if a gale was speaking. The
woman thought it was quite foolish for someone to bring such an expensive
looking model to the beach. She lifted the ship up to her face and looked
through the windows into the cockpit. Charlie felt his bowels turn as he saw her
enormous eyes through the main viewing glass, looking at him. "GEE, IT EVEN
COMES COMPLETE WITH A LITTLE PILOT," the woman grinned. Charlie knew she had
smiled from how the large wrinkles around her eyes had moved. He was struck dumb
with amazement. This colossal, sexy woman was smiling at little him! But only
because she thought he was a toy pilot, he remembered. He wondered what she
would do if she knew she was looking at a little living man.
Looking at her daughter, she said, "MARIA, SOMEONE WILL BE LOOKING FOR THIS. WE
SHOULD TRY TO FIND THE OWNER." Maria crossed her arms over her chest and shook
her head. "FINDERS KEEPERS. I WANNA KEEP IT."
"LET'S GO HONEY. THERE'S PROBABLY SOME KID HERE LOOKING FOR THIS." Maria had a
grumpy expression on her face as her mom took her by the arm with one hand and
walked along the beach holding Charlie's ship in the other hand, looking for the
owner of the ship. Charlie had a good view of her legs and feet far below him.
He admired the woman's shapely legs as she walked, watching her thighs and
calves flex to her walking rhythm. He was also fascinated by the enormous
footprints she made in the sand, and especially how the sand squiggled up
between her long lovely toes. From his strapped in position, he could
comfortably massage his manhood through his suit as he looked in wonder.
After 20 minutes, they had not come across the owner, having questioned several
kids about the ship. It was about time to go home. "OK, MARIA, YOU CAN KEEP IT
FOR NOW. BUT I'M GOING TO PLACE A FOUND AD IN THE PAPER AND ON THE BBS. I KNOW
SOMEONE WOULD WANT THIS BACK, SO TAKE CARE OF IT." The only word Maria heard was
"KEEP". She grabbed the ship back and started spinning around with it, yelling,
"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" as Charlie was saying "Urrrgggggggh ...." Charlie did not
have a comfortable ride to the girl's house. She kept rolling the ship back and
forth across the car seat and in her lap. He was upside down for about half the
trip. He was praying that this monstrous girl would forget about her toy soon
and play with something else. All of his astronaut training couldn't prepare him
for the roughhousing of a kid! He was badly bruised, nauseated, and his nose was
bleeding. Nature was calling as well. Soon, Charlie heard the car motor stop. He
sighed with relief when he knew the trip was over. "Ok. Now she'll take me in
the house and forget about me," Charlie hoped.
Sure enough, Maria took the ship, went to her room, enjoyed a few more minutes
of playing with her toy, and put it under the bed so she could go watch TV.
Charlie felt as if he were on a roller coaster ride as he zoomed down into a
twilighted area: the space under her bed. He landed upright, and Charlie watched
her enormous feet kick off her shoes and walk out of the room with steps that
shook the entire ship. After the feet went out the door, he quickly unharnessed
himself from his seat to find some relief in the latrine ...
It was the most nervous movement he'd ever had. His body felt more rigid than a
wooden ruler; it was bracing itself for another unexpected tumble. Luckily, he
needn't have been so anxious; the girl had left him alone for an afternoon of
cartoons. As his body emptied so did his mind; the cloudiness and tension seeped
away little by little. He then cleaned up, and tried to treat his injuries the
best way he could using the first aid kit. Then collapsing in his chair, he
started thinking what he was going to do next.
The only option open to him was to contact the gigantic mother and convince her
he was Colonel Gyure, the missing astronaut. He felt really nervous about this.
He hoped she would believe he was a human being before she unthinkingly swatted
him like a fly. How was he going to do it? Charlie closed his eyes as he thought
deeply. "She mentioned putting a found ad on the BBS. So she must have a
computer and a modem! I can contact ... hell, forget about her, I can contact
mission control, and have them come over here and rescue me! Shit, I wonder if
I'm even heavy enough to depress the computer keys? And even if I was, it'll
take me a long time to type even a password. I can't leave myself out in the
open like that for any length of time! How am I going to stay out of sight?
Charlie got his answer when he lowered his head in disappointment. His eyes were
looking at the gadgets in his belt. Too bad he never got to use these devices on
Mars, including, ... the invisibility field! "Holy shit! I CAN do it! Andrea's
suit might get me out of trouble after all!" He had completely forgotten that
the suit could make him invisible. Who could blame him?
He remembered that the suit's battery would last four hours, so he'd have to
make every minute count. He planned to sneak along the base of the walls in the
house, switching on the invisibility when he heard someone approaching, and
eventually find the computer room. "Wait a minute, what if that warp fucked up
the suit, too?" he worried. He found the controls on his belt and flipped the
switch. He heard a hum not unlike an old TV set, and his body became invisible
except for his head, which was bare, his bare hands, and the switch itself.
Luckily, the physics of the device still worked despite its shrunken size. He
was eager to begin his journey. He turned off the device, and started preparing
himself. He packed some rations and water, some mountain climbing and survival
gear, and his helmet and gloves. He was ready. He opened the hatch and stepped
out of the ship for the first time since he had left Earth.
He sealed the hatch behind him and locked it with an electronic combination. "I
hope that huge kid doesn't manage to open it," he thought to himself as he
entered the proper codes. Then scampering over the thick brushlike carpeting, he
headed for the wall of light shining at the edge of the bed. The bottom of the
mattress overhead make Charlie feel like he was under the ceiling of a huge
warehouse. Finally, he stepped out from under the bed out into the open. He was
distracted by the sight of the scale of the room's furnishings. Her dressers
were the size of office buildings. He saw a chair the size of the Eiffel Tower.
And nearby was one of her shoes, which was larger than a garbage truck. The
walls were painted light blue, which created the illusion that he really was
looking up into the sky.
He focused on his goal again, so he ran over to the nearest part of the wall,
and started taking long slow steps along the baseboard of the wall, keeping one
hand close to the invisibility switch. He made it to the doorway of the girl's
bedroom, and looked out into the hall. The coast was clear. He wrapped around
the corner of the baseboard and inched down the hallway. His ears were more
alert then they'd ever been in his life. He was waiting to hear the loud
thumping of gigantic footsteps. After a few minutes, he came to the edge of the
nearest doorway. Charlie poked his little head around the corner so he could see
what was in this next room. It was the TV room. The girl was lying down in front
of the tube with her chin cupped in her hands. Charlie could get a very good
look at her from the doorway. He shook his head, still struggling with how mind
boggling it was that he, a full grown man, could be just an insect to a little
girl. She seemed to be absorbed with her program, so Charlie took a chance and
started to walk along the threshold of the doorway, out in plain view.
Bad timing. Maria had already grown tired of the show and got up to switch off
the TV. Charlie panicked as her large form began to rise. He had forgotten to
keep a hand near the invisibility switch, so it took him a few seconds to turn
it on with his trembling hand. When he looked up, his now invisible body almost
collapsed from fright. The girl was leaving the room, and walking straight
towards him! He was smack dab in the middle of the doorway, so he decided to run
towards the far side of the door. Maria's body loomed larger and larger. Charlie
heard the padding of her gigantic feet on the carpet. Never had he heard
footsteps so loud. They sounded like blunted thunder. Running at top speed,
Charlie managed to avoid getting smushed by Maria's foot as it landed, bah
WHUUUUMP!!!, less than an inch from him. The displaced air from under her sole
buffeted his little body further still into safety. Charlie tumbled away,
landing against the far side of the doorway. He laid there in the fetal
position, hearing Maria's footsteps grow quieter, ... quieter, .... gone. He
laid there still, trying to cope with just how close he had just been to a
gruesome death. He was almost squished by a little girl. God, he felt low.
He remembered that he had to conserve the suit's power, so his nervous hand
flipped the swtich off. Charlie tried to climb to his feet, but he could only
get up on his knees because he was shaking so badly. He bent over, put his hands
on the ground, and tried to control his breathing, saying to himself, "You can
make it, Charlie. The closer you get to the computer in this house, the closer
you'll be to safety, even if it's in a cage." From the direction of Maria's
footsteps, he figured she must have went back in her room. "She can play with
her toy all she wants too, now," he said to himself, managing a weak grin.
Leaning against the base of the wall, he finally was able to climb to his feet,
and felt steady enough to continue his mission.
His trip toward the next doorway was, thankfully, uneventful. He poked his head
around the corner of the doorway again to look inside the room. Hallelujah! He
saw the colossal lady sitting in a den, working on her PC! Charlie examined the
enormous room carefully. The woman was the only visible living thing in the
room. He decided to go for it. He dashed straight for the phone cord, which was
hanging down by the chair the woman was sitting on. When he reached the phone
cord, he took a moment to look up at the large woman, still in her bikini. Up
and up and up. From her shapely feet, up her tanned, lovely legs, to her slim
tummy and up to her, oh mercy, her huge, gorgeous breasts. Charlie thought they
looked like water tanks he'd seen at treatment plants; but, oh, no tanks were
ever so shapely, and so full. He had to stop a moment and rub the crotch of his
spacesuit after taking in all this wonder.
The sight of her was truly amazing; enough to make him temporarily forget his
recent brush with death. That's probably why he moved closer to her chair. He
had to be near the body of this goddess. Charlie started to creep toward her big
feet. As he approached her pretty toes, he smelled a stong sweaty scent. Strong,
but hardly repulsive, Charlie thought. He stood in front of her left foot, which
was positioned with the tips of her toes on the carpet and the heel in the air.
Charlie was right in front of her toes, and he looked at the attractive spread
before him. Feet on women had never really caught his attention before; he was
now starting to appreciate how sexy they could be. He looked over all five of
her toes, each at least the size of his body, with well groomed nails painted a
pretty red, which matched her bikini. Her toenails were large enough to be big
shiny red serving trays. Charlie bent over slightly to look at her big toenail.
"Gee, I could fit a twenty course meal on this one," he chuckled to himself.
He could see his reflection in the smooth, shiny polish. Charlie pulled off his
helmet to see his face. Always concerned about his looks, he took time even now
to fix his hair with a little spittle. He almost started laughing out loud at
how ludicrous this was; he was actually using a woman's toenail as a mirror.
Charlie was getting giddy from admiring this woman's foot, and he did a very
foolish thing. He wanted to see if she was ticklish. He walked around the
perimeter of her toes to the back side, under her raised sole. He guessed that
she was probably most sensitive near where the ball of her foot met the
underside of her toes. He went down on one knee, streched out his arm, and gave
her soft sole some long strokes with his fingers.
She was too absorbed with her work to notice, but her reflexes handled the
situation. Her toes instinctively curled up and knocked away the source of their
irritation.
Her toes had the force of an entire defensive line as they flung Charlie several
inches away. While trying to get his wind back, he winced at how utterly stupid
he had been. His libido had gotten the best of him again. Looking up from his
supine position, he saw stars and other floating shapes for a few seconds, and
then his vision focused on the woman's heel poised above him. He swallowed hard
as he looked at her raised sole, which was leaning over him like the Tower of
Pisa. Immediately he crawled out from under the gigantic sole. He shuddered
since he knew he had come close to being squashed again.
He focused his attention on the phone cord again. He seized the cord, which was
as thick as his torso. He removed some hand grips from his pack, put them on,
and started to climb. Charlie didn't even need his feet to grip the cord as he
climbed; his insect sized body could pull its weight up the cord just by
climbing hand over hand. He couldn't help but look at the woman's calf as he was
ascending the cord. Now he was level with her knee, and he looked at the small
canyon her inner thighs made up to her crotch. He had assumed that his love life
was over now that he was smaller than a woman's pinky, but he wasn't so doubtful
now. He thought he could still give women some pleasure; it would just be a much
larger effort for him now. He hung on the cord, fantasizing about rubbing this
woman's enlarged clit. Slow, then fast, over and over and over. Mmmmmm, there
were so many possibilities available to him now, and Charlie thought of many
bizarre things he'd like to do if a woman would let him explore her anatomy.
He suddenly realized that he was still visible, and he was now in the woman's
field of vision. He flipped the switch and resumed his ascent. He reached the
top of the table that that the computer equipment was resting on. Looking at the
woman, he focused on her large, lovely bosom, which was within jumping distance
from the edge of the table, and almost level with his head. At this distance,
her breasts looked even more lovely than from below. He could see her nipples
protuding through the fabric of her bikini; they were as large as fire hydrants.
Charlie had to fight the urge to leap off the edge of the table and try to
bounce on her bodacious breasts like they were part of an amusement park. Biting
his finger, he managed to gain his senses again.
He looked at his surroundings, and saw the computer mouse close to him. It
looked as big as a Corvette. He thought it would be a good idea to go to the
other side of the table since he didn't fancy being knocked off the table when
the woman's huge hand reached for the mouse. He manuevered around the back of
the machine, negotiating his way among the thick wires, and came around to the
other side a few minutes later. Creeping up to the keyboard, he looked at the
large, lovely hands resting on it. The nails were long, pretty, and painted like
the woman's toes. He was mesmerized by the sight of those long red nails. They
each looked like half of a surfboard.
He looked at the screen, which was larger than a movie theater's. The woman was
conversing with someone. He read the conversation printed on the screen, in
words as big as he was. From what had been typed, he learned that the woman he
had been worshipping was called Joy, and she was separated. He smiled at that
news. She was typing to one of her girlfriends on the network. Charlie soon
became bored with their idle chit chat, and looked at her enormous lovely
fingers pressing the keys. He was awed by the power she had; the keys were the
size of large crates, and she was making sounds like doors slamming when she
pressed them. Charlie waited for her to end the conversation. He hoped it would
be soon: he had 3 hours of invisibility left.
Joy's friend logged off 15 minutes later, and Joy started to work on the found
ad she was going to post. Charlie took out a personal recorder and spoke her
address and phone number into it when she typed it into the ad. The mission
control center was only three counties to the north. Charlie hoped it wouldn't
take them long to get to him when he sent a distress message to them.
Joy had finished typing her message, and Charlie was getting ready to do the
biggest typing of his life.
Charlie was too impatient to wait for Joy to leave; he climbed up on the parking
lot sized keyboard and kept watching her marvelous giant fingers. His eyes
widened as he saw the heel of her hand move towards him! It was way too fast for
him. With the force of a speeding bulldozer, the massive hand knocked him back a
foot or so. Charlie flew backwards through the air, and he fell down towards a
lower table adjacent to this side of the computer. Charlie was unconscious when
he fell with a tiny *ker plunk* into Joy's glass of tea.
Charlie was dreaming that he was being caressed by many shapely, warm female
bodies. Ohhhh, it felt so good, he wanted to stay here forever. Then the bodies
grew warmer and warmer and warmer ....
....AAAAHHHH!!!!....
Charlie was shocked to his senses by the hot tea he was floating in. It had
started to leak into his spacesuit, and he had to grit his teeth against the
searing pain. Suddenly, the heat was the least of his worries, as he saw Joy's
giant hand reaching for the glass!
"SHIT! I'VE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE!" he screamed, "I'LL BE SWALLOWED ALIVE!" He
started crying when he saw her huge open hand approach the glass. The palm
pressed against the glass wall, and the titanic fingers wrapped around most of
the perimeter of the glass, with her soft skin smushing up against the glass
wall. Charlie could see nothing but the fleshy mass of Joy's palm and fingers.
Then he felt himself rising. He screamed like he'd never screamed before: "NO!
NO! DON'T DRINK ME! STOP! I'M IN HERE! WAIT! DON'T!... DON'T!... DON'T!..."
He saw Joy's cavernous red mouth above him growing huger and huger, and she
heard nothing as he continued to scream. Charlie suddenly stopped screaming
because he knew he'd need all of his breath to make it out of here alive. He saw
Joy's red lips, which were larger than a pair of big rubber rafts, engulf the
rim of the glass. Then the glass tipped forward as Charlie's surroundings began
to empty into her mouth.
Charlie starting swimming upstream like a madman. The undertow of the brown
waterfall was tremendous, and he kept fighting ... and fighting ... and fighting
... while the glass kept tipping up ... and up ... and up ...
Eventually, the current was too much for him to swim against, even with his
relatively stronger muscles. He started to fall backwards toward the inviting
lips. "NO! NO! I WAS GONNA MAKE IT! SHE'S GONNA SWALLOW ME! THIS CAN'T HAPPEN!
I'M A MAN, GODDAMN IT, A MAAAAAAN!" He started to choke and sputter on the hot
tea washing over him as he was screaming pitifully. Charlie didn't give up his
struggle when he felt the rim of the glass under him. He managed to grip it with
his arms and legs and cling to it for dear life as the last dregs of tea emptied
into Joy's monstrous mouth. Gripped by absolute terror, he paid no more
attention to his senses, so he didn't hear Joy's tremendous lips smack while she
placed the empty glass next to the keyboard.
He was still clinging tightly to the rim of the glass, crying like a baby, and
wet both on the outside and inside. His latest brush with death had totally
broken him down; he felt so insignificant, so powerless. He would have been a
meager morsel to Joy. She wouldn't have even tasted him. He kept bawling and
wishing his shrinkage would wear off so he could be a man again. He was still in
no state of mind to see or hear anything, so he didn't move even when Joy turned
off the computer and left the room, thankfully, without the glass.
When Charlie finally gained some sanity back, the room was dark, and the battery
in his suit was dead. He had cried himself to sleep while perched on the glass
rim. From looking out the windows in the room, he saw that nighttime had
arrived. He gathered himself up, and jumped down onto the table. He had shaking
knees when he landed. Charlie felt like kicking himself in the balls for getting
too close to Joy's hands. He felt shivers of fright grow up his spine when he
thought about how close he had come to being a snack for that tremendous sexy
woman. But she was probably asleep now, and he would have all night to send his
distress message and return to his ship. Damn. If only his battery had more
power, he thought to himself. Now he would have to complete his mission without
being invisible. At least it was dark now.
He would first have to turn the computer on again. Charlie looked at the side
panel of the computer box and found the switch, which was as large as he was. He
pressed against it; it didn't even budge. Charlie then walked back to the edge
of the table, and sprinted to the switch, slamming into it with his shoulder. He
could feel it shift slightly. Catching his breath, he knew he had a hard night's
work ahead of him. He repeatedly ran into the switch again and again and again.
After 5 minutes, the switch slid entirely into the ON position, and Charlie
heard the hum of the electronic circuits. Collapsing in a heap, he rubbed his
sore shoulder as the machine booted up.
After he was rested up, Charlie walked over to the massive keyboard and climbed
on top of it. He groaned as he realized he needed the monitor on, as well. He
found its switch above the top right corner of the keyboard, so he repeatedly
ran up the incline of the edge of the keyboard, and slammed his little body into
the switch. This switch was a somewhat looser; it only took about a minute for
Charlie to bump it into the ON position. The screen lighted up, focused, and the
computer was now ready to use.
Charlie started approaching the crate sized keys nervously. He hoped he would be
able to press them down. The first key he came to was the CTRL key. He lifted
his leg and put his foot on it, pressing down timidly at first, as if he were
testing the strength of a sheet of ice. One foot wouldn't do it. He then climbed
up on it, and jumped up and down. He felt the key depress every time. He
breathed a sigh of relief. He would be able to communicate with mission control,
albeit slowly. The lettered keys were no larger than the CTRL key, so he knew he
had the alphabet at his disposal. He was now worried about the larger keys. He
passed the SHIFT key, realizing that it would be impossible to use, and came to
the ENTER key. He climbed on top of it, jumped on it, and happily saw the
command register on the enormous screen. His final concern was that he would
accidently press unwanted keys during his meandering over the keyboard. He
slowly started placing his feet in the crevices between the keys, and he saw
that he could walk in the crevices without accidently pressing anything. He was
ready to begin.
He had recognized the program that Joy was using to talk to her friend. After
taking 10 minutes or so to type out the letters of the appropriate command,
Charlie ran the program. He traveled along the row of numbers on the keyboard,
and dialed the unlisted number of mission control. Now he sat back and waited.
#HELLO, DR. CLEMENS HERE. WHO IS THIS?#
Charlie fell to his knees, and started yelling, "No! why did it have to be
Andrea, of all people?" He didn't want to be within a mile of her while he was
still this size. If she found him, he knew that the frightful events which had
happened to him in the past 24 hours would seem like a picnic. He had to get
rescued though. "The recovery crew will be the ones sent to find me", he
thought, "not Andrea."
Charlie then typed out his message the best he could. The spacebar was
impossibly large for him to depress, so he used periods to separate words.
Andrea saw the following message appear very slowly on her screen:
#gyure.help.shrunk.314.elm.st.springfield.id.216346893#
Andrea saw the characters appear very slowly, about one every minute. She
patiently waited while she saw a "g" and "y" appear because she thought there
was some serious lag time on the lines. Her eyes widened as she saw "gyure"
printed after five minutes. "What? is this a prank or something?" she said out
loud. She decided to trace this call. She was in charge of computer security,
and she wanted to discourage this jokester from trying to interfere with
government work again. The tracing took some time, and Andrea kept watching the
characters appear. The message didn't make sense. There seemed to be an address,
and now what looked to be an ID number. After an hour or so, Andrea saw the
entire message. She was bewildered when she checked the ID number with the
database. It was Gyure's! The tracer had also returned an address that matched
the message's. Was this weird message a call for help? Why would Gyure be using
a computer to call for help? If he had managed to find a computer at the listed
address, there should also be people around there who should have recognized
him. Why wasn't he discovered? Her fingers trembled as she typed:
#IS THAT YOU, COLONEL GYURE?#
Charlie fell to his knees again and said a silent prayer of thanks. Someone knew
he was Charlie Gyure. He felt a little more like a man again. He was so excited,
he had a hard time keeping his balance as he typed:
#yes.help.i.was.shrunk.by.warp#
Andrea patiently waited for the message to appear. This had to be Gyure. But
there was that word again, "shrunk." Did he mean it literally? "That's utterly
impossible," she thought to herself. She rethought her answer when the word
"warp" appeared. Her mind started working again. She had been trying to solve
her equations for the magnitude of warp she had set for the ship, but to no
avail. Maybe she hadn't found a solution because she had ignored what she had
believed to be impossible. Using this little insight, she started working on
another computer close by, assuming that the solution to her equations was that
a region of spacetime shrunk under extreme warp, and tried to work backwards to
her original warp equations. She also used the data from the decreasing signal
of Gyure's ship she had recorded that morning.
It worked. Her warp field had actually become a miniaturization field. She spun
slowly around in her chair, marveling at her good fortune, and at what a benefit
her added discovery could be to humankind.
She remembered Gyure on the other end of the line again, and typed:
#ARE YOU OKAY?#
Charlie didn't know how to respond to that question. His entire life had changed
in one day. He finally spelled out:
#help.ship.is.girl's.toy#
Andrea was stirred from her feelings of triumph when she read the message. She
hadn't thought about what Gyure must have went through. She rechecked her work
again, and tried to approximate how large Gyure would be using her data.
Unbelievable. He was smaller than her fingers. She sympathized with his
situation, but she found it quite amusing, as well. "Serves him right," she
smiled to herself. She thought it would be fun to hold him in her hand and scare
the living daylights out of him. She remembered how much of an asshole Gyure had
been during the whole mission, and she decided she wouldn't stop at just holding
him in her hand, she would scare him even more by slowly closing her hand around
him, as if she were going to crush him. But she wouldn't, she thought. Letting
him live at such a tiny size would be a worse punishment than death. The thought
of having such a tiny man under her absolute control excited her beyond belief,
and she quietly rubbed her crotch, which was starting to get a hint of wetness.
As she did this, she imagined other places she was sure Gyure would love to see.
Like the sole of her foot. She giggled as she imagined him running in terror
from her shoe as she brought it down on him, slowly enough for him to escape so
she could continue her fun. Maybe she'd remove her shoes and socks so she would
actually feel him tickle her sole. As she started rubbing faster, she imagined
placing Gyure there and commanding him to service her. She was all tingly with
waves of blustering joy as she orgasmed to this thought. Her moans were quite
modest as she spasmed in her chair. Luckily, she was in her private lab.
"What's she waiting for," Charlie said out loud. "I hope that bitch still isn't
holding a grudge against me. Come on! Answer!" The screen then responded:
#THE CREW WILL SOON BE THERE TO RECOVER YOUR SHIP, COLONEL GYURE#
Charlie did a little dance, and said another prayer. His life was soon going to
get better. He typed a final message:
#thank.you.bye# and typed the command to end the connection. He didn't have to
worry anymore. He would soon be rescued, and they would find a way to fix him.
He was feeling almost as good as when he started his space mission. Without
bothering to turn off the computer, he went over to the telephone cord, and
shimmied down to the carpet. He ran to the doorway, and inched down the dark
hallway back to Maria's room. Everyone in the house was asleep by now, so
Charlie had an easy trip back to the room. He was in such good spirits that the
enormous form of Maria sleeping in her bed, looming before him like a mountain,
didn't phase him. He walked right up to it, and kept moving under the bed.
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