Moody Ditz
By an Old Author
8/27/99
Warning: This contains good, old-fashioned, evil GTS domination, sex, etc.
There's no real characterization, no real plot, no suspense. Spell-checked, but
I take liberties with English grammar as I please. Including sentence fragments.
And maybe split infinitives if I feel randy :)
If these things bother you or if you are under 18 years old, you probably
shouldn't read this. Well, definitely shouldn't if you're under 18.
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Okay. Imagine you're a GTS freak. (Tough for a lot of us, I know.) Imagine that
you enjoy all aspects of the fantasy, but really get into being shrunk to half
an inch tall and swallowed alive.
Now, imagine that your ditzy next-door neighbor turns out to be involved in some
sort of black magic. Whether she sold her soul, or bought a spell, or whatever.
And that, after you rebuffed her flirting (and called her a moody bitch to her
face), you found yourself suddenly standing in between a pair of go-go boots the
size of trucks. And then picked up in a giant fist and lifted to the pissed-off
face of said ditz.
In a nutshell, that's how I found myself shrunk to four inches tall and under
the control of Lisa, the psycho neighbor. And why, at the moment, I find myself
further reduced to (yes) a half inch, and trying to stand up on the back of a
woman's tongue that is rolling me around like a piece of candy. And now I start
to wonder if maybe this GTS thing is overrated...
But I digress. Allow me to give you more detail. My name is Jerry, and I used to
live in an apartment building next door to Lisa. Now I live... well... wherever
she tells me. Or puts me.
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I had moved into my apartment about three months prior to these strange events.
The first person I met was Lisa. I found her easy on the eyes -- blond, blue
eyes, a nice figure. A wide, red mouth, nice legs, nice tits... some one that
normally guys would be chasing. But there was one small problem with her. Well,
maybe a big one.
Lisa was always a strange person. When she wasn't making stupid statements or
outrageous claims (the money she made, the work she did), she was getting pissed
off about things that really weren't that important. Like imagining that her
roommate was saying things behind her back. I saw her go into a rage once about
some imaginary problem she envisioned. It wasn't pretty. I left fast, but still
heard fragile items being broken against the shared wall of our apartment
building.
So maybe it wasn't the smartest thing to say what I said. But hey, I know plenty
of women, and anyway, I don't need to date a psycho like that. It's hard on the
brain. Besides, after the imaginary problem I mentioned above, the next day, she
acted almost as if the whole thing had never happened. When I mentioned the
glass I had heard breaking, she laughed and said, "Oh sometimes I just get into
a tizzy."
A tizzy. I revised my assessment from psycho to psycho ditz.
So when she stopped me outside my apartment and asked why I didn't ever ask her
out, I told her. I called her what I called her, and turned to walk up the
steps. And then suddenly, I was blocked by a huge, black object that came out of
the sky. I really didn't know what was happening, until I looked up, and saw Her
angry face peering down at me from a hundred feet above.
Oh, shit.
Before I could move, She placed Her other boot to my side, blocking me from
running behind Her, and then lowered Her huge Hand in front of me. A second
later, my entire body was enclosed in a Hand twice my size, and I was lifted
into the air like a toy.
Her huge face now loomed in front of me like a face on a movie screen. I
struggled, but only my head stuck out of Her Fist, and my arms and legs were
pinned to my sides. Amazing. My entire body strength was no match for Her Hand.
After a moment, I gave up, as much from the look on Her Face as from sheer
exhaustion.
Each of Her steel-blue Eyes were as big as my head, and She examined me with
anger in each one. When She finally spoke, Her hot breath blew over me in waves,
Her Voice as if from a loudspeaker.
"MOODY? BITCH? YOU LITTLE SHIT, I'LL SHOW YOU MOODY LIKE YOU'VE NEVER SEEN
BEFORE!" She growled. And then She carried me into Her apartment.
Once inside, I was dropped unceremoniously onto the floor. I lay, panting, as
She looked down at me. Then, suddenly, She raised a foot and stomped heavily
down, bare inches from my body. As the floor shook, I tried to jump to my feet,
but She pushed me over with the toe of Her other Boot, and then began to lower
it over me! I scurried, crab-fashion, out of the way as it slowly descended.
With the second I had while She was leaning off-balance, I jumped up and began
running to... I don't know where. Just anywhere. Let me tell you, the fantasy of
being chased by a giantess is nothing compared to actually being threatened by a
ten-story monster who is royally pissed at you. The first thing I did was dive
under a piece of furniture, an couch that rose up like an apartment building.
And not a moment too soon, as a boot heel slammed down where I had leaped from.
The floor shook again, but I was momentarily safe.
Until the Hand came. It moved much faster than something that size had a right
to move. Actually, I was still having trouble adjusting to the fact that the
only abnormal-sized object in the room was me. Her Hand moved at a perfectly
normal speed--I simply could not move as fast as a normal person. Hey, you try
running with two-inch legs.
(As a side note, I'm still not sure why I can't move faster or lift heavier
objects. After all, if the square-cube law of size versus weight is true,
shouldn't a person who is reduced by a factor of ten be able to lift
proportionally ten times as much? Like, shouldn't I be able to bench press over
a thousand 1/10-scale pounds? But I can't. I can barely lift a pencil. It must
be part of the spell She cast.)
So anyway, She grabbed me, and carried me up in the air again. Her Face was a
little less angry, though, and after staring at me for a few seconds, She smiled
a crooked little Smile. ("Little?" To me, it was five feet wide.)
"SO, YOU AREN'T READY TO GO JUST YET?" She said. "THAT'S OK, I REALIZE NOW THAT
I SHOULD MAKE THIS LAST A WHILE. IT'S NOT EVERY DAY THAT I GET TO TAKE OUT A
LITTLE REVENGE ON PEOPLE LIKE YOU. SO MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE SOME FUN OVER THE NEXT
FEW DAYS, BEFORE I FINISH YOU OFF." She then carried me into the kitchen.
"I HAVE TO WORK NOW," She rumbled. "YOU STAY IN HERE, OUT OF TROUBLE." And She
took the carafe out of Her coffee maker, dropped me inside, and put the top on
it. I saw Her huge bulk walk out of the kitchen and out the front door. I was
trapped, held in a glass prison with no way out.
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I awoke some hours later, after finally falling asleep inside the coffee pot.
The key in the door rattled, and I stood up to see what was going on. Lisa
entered the room, and bent down to look at me, placing Her Arms on the counter
and displaying Her massive Cleavage. She placed Her Nose just inches from the
glass and laughed, and then took the handle and gave the pot a shake. I slid off
my feet, and into the other wall of the carafe.
"MY GOODNESS, THERE APPEARS TO BE AN ELF IN MY COFFEE POT!" She exclaimed. "IT'S
A GOOD THING I FOUND HIM! MY ROOMMATE MIGHT NOT HAVE SEEN HIM, AND DRUNK HIM FOR
BREAKFAST!" She seemed to think that this was quite funny. She took a coffee cup
from the cabinet, placed it on the counter, and then up-ended the pot so that I
slid into the mug.
I found myself in a new prison, a white-walled cell about four feet in diameter,
and about 5 feet high, so that I could just look over the top of it. As I peered
out, though, She opened the fridge and took out a gallon jug of milk the size of
a water tower. And opened it, and poured it in the mug on top of me.
I was now swimming in a couple hundred gallons of ice-cold liquid. She picked up
the mug, carried it and me into the living room, and sat down on the couch. I
heard the TV set click on. And then, suddenly, my swimming pool was turned on
its side, and about 30 gallons of milk rushed into the giant Mouth that opened
up at the top of the mug.
It was starting to dawn on me how small I was. That I was not a normal person in
a huge world, but really now just a pocket-sized toy for a normal-sized woman. A
woman who could do things that until this morning were simple for me, like
lifting a coffee mug, or drinking a few ounces of milk. To me, now, these things
were incredible accomplishments. I could no sooner lift this mug of milk that I
swam in than I could have previously lifted my car. Yet, for Her, this was a
simple act.
I'm in deep shit, I realized.
In any case, I was also still in deep milk. Cold milk. And I began worrying
about hypothermia. I was shivering. Luckily, the milk level was dropping by
about six inches per gulp (my god, that much milk in a swallow!), and
eventually, I was standing in liquid to my ankles.
I had hunkered down to conserve body heat, and so I didn't notice at first when
She looked in on me. She cleared her Throat, and I looked up to see a huge blue
Eye examining me, as well as blocking my view of the outside world.
"OH, NO, MY POOR LITTLE ELF IS COLD!" She laughed. "I BETTER WARM HIM UP BEFORE
HIS 'ITTLE TOES FALL OFF!"
The Mouth returned to the top of the mug, but this time opened much wider than
when She was taking Her 30-gallon sips. The mug tilted toward the Maw, and the
remaining milk rushed in. And with a final tilt of the floor, so did I.
I splashed into the remaining milk inside Her Mouth, and was then trapped in
darkness as Her Lips closed around my legs. I felt a powerful suction as She
swallowed the milk, and then an even more powerful pull as She sucked me
completely into Her Mouth like a piece of spaghetti. I tried to yell, but my
voice sounded muffled. And there was not a lot of air. So I lay in the darkness
for a moment, listening to the bellows sound of her Breath as it rushed up and
down the tunnel of Her Throat, and awaited what I assumed to be the next logical
step--making me a snack.
Instead, after a few clammy moments (Her Mouth and Tongue were still cold and
slick from drinking the milk), I began to feel my entire body kneaded around in
Her Mouth. I actually began to warm up. It wasn't a bad feeling at all, and now,
for the first time, my GTS fantasy kicked in. As I mentioned, I'm big into
swallowing (pun intended). The sudden realization that I was not about to die,
and that I was actually inside a woman's mouth, began to get me excited.
Unfortunately, at that point, She chose to spit me out into Her Palm, and to
examine me. Closely.
Discovering my erection was the last thing I had wanted Her to do. But my
clothes were soaked in milk and saliva, and She spotted it, even in my reduced
state. I thought for a second She was going to crumple me up like a kleenex
(just like Darryl Hannah should've in that movie, heh heh). But She pulled at my
clothes until they ripped off, and I was left lying naked in the Palm of a
once-again angry woman's hand.
"IS THAT WHAT YOU WERE DOING IN MY MOUTH?!" She roared. I cringed at the huge
volume. "YOU LITTLE PERVERTED SHIT! WHO SAID YOU WERE ALLOWED TO ENJOY
ANYTHING?"
She carried me into the bedroom and tossed me on the enormous bed. Standing
above me with arms akimbo, She glared down at me with what was becoming hellish
fury.
"YOU BETTER MAKE THIS UP TO ME FAST, YOU LITTLE PRICK." She then removed her
tank top and dropped it on top of me. It covered me like a collapsed tent, and I
had to fight my way out of it. By the time I did so, She was standing in Her
panties, looming over me like an angry office building. Her Hand swooped down,
scooped me up roughly, and deposited me inside said pink panties.
I rolled down between Her Legs, and found myself facing Labia the size of an
open sleeping bag. She barked an order to the effect that if I did not make Her
come ASAP, I would find myself two-dimensional. So I slid in between her lips
feet-first, with my legs deep inside Her (ok, it seemed deep to me), and grasped
Her Clit between both hands (as much to hang on as to pleasure her).
I must've worked for a few seconds when I was rewarded with a rush of heat and
fluid around my body. She was actually getting into it. Imagine, a GTS freak
living next to a woman for two years without knowing she had the power to make a
fantasy come true. I worked harder on Her Clit, while moving my legs back and
forth inside Her. Suddenly, the world up-ended, and I went from being sideways
on my back to almost straight up. A moment later, I saw why. She had lowered
Herself onto the bed, and stretched back, removing Her Panties, in order to
watch me.
This was truly an amazing sight. Once again, I almost stopped being afraid as I
looked in awe at the building-sized Woman who held me tight inside Her. Her
gigantic Face peered down at me between two mountainous Breasts. She was
watching me! I redoubled my efforts and She closed Her Eyes, laying her head
back.
I could feel the pressure she was applying to my body as her internal muscles
expanded and contracted. I was afraid that if I didn't make Her come soon, She'd
simply crush me with Her Pussy! But I worked as hard as I could, until finally
Her Hips rose into the air, and She gave out a scream that would have drowned
out a Who concert.
When She finally settled down, I felt myself slipping out of Her Lips. I pushed
against Her, and felt my legs slide out. And then I helplessly slid down the
crack of her ass and onto the mattress. My jubilation at making the giantess
come turned sour as I realized that she thought about as much of me as the wet
spot between her legs that I was now laying in.
After a minute, Her Hand reached down, and lifted me up to Her Face. Which,
surprise surprise, was angry looking.
"DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO GET OUT?" She demanded. I tried to tell Her that I
had slid out by accident, but She either didn't believe me, or She wanted to
punish me.
"YOU'RE LUCKY THAT I CAME," She said. "THAT MEANS I WON'T KILL YOU JUST YET. BUT
YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE TO BE TAUGHT A LESSON." She ordered me to stand in the
Palm of Her Hand, so I stood up.
This time, I saw it happen. The spell She cast, I mean. She made an odd movement
with her index and pinky Fingers, and a thin blue line flew from them to my
body. And then the world was bigger. I didn't feel a thing, but I had shrunk
again. The Fingers behind me which had been a little smaller than I now towered
over me, and the Thumb was at least as big as me. In fright, I estimated my new
height as...
"TWO INCHES TALL. THAT'LL TEACH YOU TO PISS ME OFF," She said mockingly. "WHAT
DO YOU THINK OF THAT? CAN I CALL YOU JERRY THUMB NOW?"
I fell on my ass as the air pressure from Her Voice knocked me over. Her Fingers
closed around me, and the world began to sway to and fro by a hundred feet per
oscillation as She swung Her Arms while walking to the dresser. When She dropped
me into Her jewelry box, I wanted to throw up, but I knew that I would probably
be killed for that. So I sat and held my stomach as Her enormous Eyes stared at
me. Then She shut the lid, and I heard Her lock the heavy clasp, and walk away.
I sat still for a long time, barely breathing.
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I awoke to the sensation of an earthquake the next day. In fact, it was probably
Lisa carrying the jewelry box, because when the lid opened, the box appeared to
be sitting on her bed. Her gargantuan Face peered in.
Strangely enough, She didn't look angry. She looked worried. She stared at me
for almost a minute, and then reached in and lifted me out gently between Her
Thumb and Forefinger. I was carried slowly up to Her Face, and then allowed to
settle gently into Her Palm.
"JERRY, I'M SORRY. WHY'D YOU HAVE TO CALL ME A NAME?" She thundered almost
contritely. "YOU SENT ME INTO A ROYAL TIZZY."
A tizzy? Shrunk, kidnapped, imprisoned, nearly drowned, scared half to death...
and then shrunk again? I'd hate to see Her get really angry...
But I was in no position to say anything. How can you consider being aggressive
when a 200 foot tall bimbo is apologizing to you as you sit in the Palm of Her
Hand?
And anyway, since I seemed to have lived through the event so far, who am I to
complain about having my deepest fantasy fulfilled? Maybe a little fright was
worth what I could get out of it.
"Geez, Lisa, I guess I'm sorry too. I wasn't being mean on purpose, I think it
just slipped out after I had a bad day," I said. Not exactly true, but I hoped
She'd buy it. She didn't say anything, but seemed to accept that.
"So, whaddya say you put me back to normal for the time being? Maybe you can
shrink me again some time, for fun." Ok, it was a dumb attempt to make light of
the situation and still get myself shrunk again at a later date, hopefully to
spend some quality time with another, less crazy chick. I thought maybe I could
get some information on whatever she used to shrink me, and use it later myself.
The info I got, though, was not very encouraging.
"I CAN'T MAKE YOU BIG AGAIN," She said. "THE SPELL I USED ON YOU BASICALLY
REMOVES EXCESS MATTER FROM YOUR BODY, AND IT CAN'T BE PUT BACK IN." She held me
up to her Eye to examine me, and then lowered me again to talk.
"I'M NOT EXACTLY SURE HOW IT WORKS, BUT YOU WIND UP SHRINKING TO THE EXACT
PROPORTIONS I WANT, AND YOU STAY THAT WAY. YOU'LL NEVER BE BIG AGAIN."
At this point, I was glad to be sitting down. Because I almost fell over.
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Lisa was fairly nice to me after that. I was fed, clothed, and taken care of in
a decent fashion, if you don't mind living in boxes, drawers, shoes, or wherever
is convenient for your giantess. Her only rule was that I couldn't be seen by
anyone else, especially Her roommate. So I had to spend most of my time in Her
bedroom.
For the first week, this was actually fun. I explored. Her bed was a vertical
mountain, and I would attempt to climb it by holding on to the sheets that
draped to the floor. Her closet was a jungle gym of shoes and clothes that I
played in. I never thought it would happen that I would be able to walk under a
high-heeled shoe, but I could now. I could lie underneath the arch, and stare up
at the label. I could roam around inside Her sandals and compare myself to the
imprint Her Foot had made, although it was unnerving to see how really tiny I
was. Her Foot at my scale was over 25 feet long and 10 wide. If she really
wanted to step on me now, I doubted I could get out of the way in time. And She
wouldn't even have to lift Her Heel off the ground to do it.
In the evenings, when She was home and Her roommate was not, She'd let me out
into the living room to watch TV with Her. I'd sit on Her Shoulder, about eight
feet below Her Ear, with one of Her long strands of blond Hair wrapped around my
waist in case I slipped off. Not that it would happen, unless She moved quickly
-- it was a good 15 or 20 feet from Her massive Neck to the ledge of Her Arm,
and Her Shoulder was a good 10 feet wide. I could walk around as if it were a
platform.
Sometimes she'd carry me to the kitchen while she made a snack. I remembered my
afternoon in the coffee pot, and now, with everything twice as large as it had
been then, I realized more and more how tiny and helpless I was. If She had
filled the coffee pot, I could've done a backstroke in it. A coffee mug like the
one I had been dropped in sat on the counter nearby, and loomed over me like a
storage tank. Were I in it now, I wouldn't have a chance of climbing out.
In the meantime, the Giantess who now owned me bustled about the kitchen.
Imagine a 20-story building walking back and forth along a city block, and
you'll get an inkling of what She looked like. I really had trouble
comprehending it myself. Like I said, something that big should not move that
fast. Much less should it lift dozens of tons with one gigantic Hand. This
particular time, a two-liter Coke bottle the size of a yacht flew 15 feet over
my head.
Lisa had made herself a plate of crackers and dip, and a 30-foot-high glass of
Coke. With both Her Hands occupied, She decided to set me on the plate while She
carried everything back to the living room. I rode the short distance perched on
a town house cracker six feet in diameter, making sure I didn't slide into the
huge glob of dip that She had plopped onto the plate. With a bump, the plate was
set down on the table in front of Her couch.
Before I could even move, She got a rather frighteningly mischievous look on Her
Face, and picked up the cracker I was on. I was carried at a dizzying speed into
the air, then dipped with the cracker into about three feet of french onion dip.
And then lifted a hundred feet to Her Eye level. I could see myself and the
cracker reflected in Her Eyes, and then heard Her laugh that ditzy Laugh.
"MMMMMM...." She said. "A TASTY LITTLE SNACK. A TINY, HELPLESS, TASTY LITTLE
MAN." And then the cracker and I were carried down about 15 feet to Mer Mouth.
Her Tongue, as wide as I was tall and twice as long, reached out and began to
slowly lick the dip off me.
She cleaned my top side off fairly well, and then continued with the dip on the
cracker. I was still kind of stuck with dip on my back, when suddenly, Her vast
Lips closed around my feet, and I was slowly sucked off the cracker and into Her
Mouth.
I was in darkness. And wetness. It was different in Her Mouth this time, though.
There was quite a bit more room. I was assuming that She did not have Her Mouth
completely closed, but was in fact leaving me extra room. This changed abruptly
as I felt Her Tongue lift me rapidly to the Roof of Her Mouth, and I was pressed
into the hard Palate above while She finished sucking the dip from my body.
A moment later, I was spit into the Palm of Her other Hand, sopping wet in
saliva, but clean of dip. As I watched, She deliberately raised my cracker to
Her Mouth, which She opened wide and placed the cracker inside. I got the idea
that She was showing me what She could do to me if She wanted. After all, the
cracker was probably three times my size. She carried me up to Her Mouth again,
and held me about ten feet away, as She began chewing the snack. Yup, if I were
in there, I doubt I'd even amount to a snack. She opened Her Mouth about eight
feet wide, so I could see the mush, and then swallowed it all with a loud
"Gulp."
"MMMMMM," She said again. "YUMMY. AREN'T YOU GLAD I DIDN'T GET YOU AND THAT
CRACKER CONFUSED? ALTHOUGH I DON'T THINK I'D EVEN HAVE TO CHEW YOU UP. YOU'D
SLIDE RIGHT DOWN INTO MY TUMMY." She giggled. "WANT TO SEE IF I CAN SWALLOW YOU
WHOLE?"
That was it. If She hadn't noticed my raging hard-on before, She certainly
realized that I had just reached orgasm in Her Palm. Her Eyes narrowed to slits,
and She got a very odd tone to Her Voice.
"YOU LIKE THIS, DON'T YOU?" She said. "YOU LITTLE WEIRDO, YOU LIKE THE IDEA OF
ME EATING YOU!" Her Fingers curled a little more tightly around me. "WELL, MAYBE
I'LL JUST OBLIGE YOU!" And with that, She carried me into the air between two
Fingers, and dangled me over Her wide Mouth.
"IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT, YOU LITTLE PERVERT?" And with that, She lowered the back
of Her Tongue so I could see Her huge Throat, Her dark Gullet, Her red Tonsils.
Her Hand lowered slowly, until my legs dangled well inside Her Lips...
And then I couldn't take any more. I yelled for Her to please not eat me, to let
me go. My fantasy was fine, but actually being eaten, swallowed, digested was
final and terrifying.
She withdrew me and examined me as I panted in fear between Her Fingers. Then
abruptly placed me against Her Lips and gave me a sloppy wet Kiss that left me
covered again in saliva.
"MY POOR LITTLE PET PERVERT. AFRAID TO FACE MY TOTAL DOMINATION OF YOU? WELL,
YOU CAN LIVE FOR NOW, IF YOU WANT, AS A TINY LITTLE TOY. JUST REMEMBER THAT I
KNOW WHAT YOU REALLY WANT AND FEAR NOW. AND SOME DAY, I WILL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE."
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I realized that I had to escape at that point. Even if I spent the rest of my
life at two inches tall, I had to get away from Her. She would certainly kill me
eventually.
I didn't have much chance over the next few days. She kept me in Her jewelry box
while She was at work, and in the evenings, She required me to make Her come at
least twice a night. It was incredibly hard work, and required me to often run
between her clit and tits several times. And then hold on wherever I could when
Her Body went into the earthquake of Her Orgasm.
But finally one day, She left me unguarded on Her bed. Perhaps She thought I
couldn't get down from that height. In any case, I climbed down the sheet, ran
across the floor to Her bedroom door. I rolled underneath it just in time to see
Her walk out the front door with Her purse. She would be gone for a while.
This was my chance. I slowly began to move down the hall, staying close to the
wall, and moving through the house. You can probably imagine that I felt every
shudder of the floor as other neighbors walked around, and heard every noise in
fear, as if she would catch me. But I made it through the living room and to the
front door without incident.
The door now loomed over me, 25 stories high. I of course had no way to reach
the knob, but there was enough space for me to crawl underneath. So I did.
Freedom! I looked around the hall for the best escape route. I really didn't
know too many neighbors, so I wasn't sure where I could look for help. And I
realized, to my horror, that the steps leading outside rose more than 30 feet
over my head in a vertical climb with no handholds! The best bet was my
apartment, but that was only prolonging starvation. I lived alone, so I couldn't
get any help, and I couldn't even get food from the fridge or cabinets. And Lisa
would probably figure out I was in there and find a way to get me back out.
I decided to go in at least, and see if I could find a way to use the telephone
to call some one for help. At that moment, though, the floor shook, and I heard
some one come down the stairs.
I ran to the wall and pressed my back against it. A pair of white sandals
descended nearby, and came to a stop at Lisa's door. Her roommate! I had seen
her before and recognized her; it was, however, disturbing to see her at 200
feet in height.
I was even more disturbed when one of those sandals slammed down right in front
of me. I mean, not two feet away, my scale. The force of the air it displaced
blew me back against the door, knocking the wind out of my lungs and dazing me
for a moment. I could only lie on the ground and stare up at the being who
loomed over me, searching Her purse for Her house keys.
To this point, Lisa was the only giant person I had seen. My heart sank as I
realized the folly of my escape plan. Even if I got away from the psycho,
everyone else in the world was now the size of an office building! More than
likely, I'd wind up a stain under some one's shoe within ten minutes of leaving
this apartment. And if anyone even noticed me, I'd probably spend the rest of my
life as a freak, maybe in a circus, a laboratory, or worse, as the prisoner of
some other psycho, worse than Lisa.
Worst of all, I might have been found by some guy! Talk about the ultimate irony
for a GTS freak! I think I'd rather be eaten by Lisa!
I was now planning how to return inside without being noticed, when fate took a
hand. Lisa's roommate dropped Her keys, and they landed with a deafening clatter
20 feet away. Before I could recover and run, Her enormous Hand reached down to
pick them up. And shock registered on Her Face as She spotted me.
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She was waiting for Lisa with me on the table when Lisa walked in the door. We
had talked for quite a while, with me explaining the whole situation, and Her
filling in details I didn't know. Like, for example, the spell Lisa used.
Marguerite, Her roommate, had taught Her the spell after we had had a series of
break-ins at our apartment complex. It was to be used as a last resort
self-defense, because it was indeed permanent. Marguerite was pretty reticent
about where She got the spell, but I gathered that every woman in Her family was
involved in magic somehow.
So She was pretty upset that I had been shrunk not once, but twice. "THIS
EXPLAINS WHY THE POLICE COULDN'T FIND YOU WHEN YOU WERE REPORTED MISSING," She
said to me. She promised that she would take care of me and protect me from
Lisa, and work on making my tiny life a little more comfortable. Unfortunately,
I was going to have get used to being around giants.
So when Lisa walked in and saw me on the table, She was more than a little
upset, but also had a slight look of fear in Her Eyes. I assumed that she had
pretty much figured out that Marguerite now knew the whole story. I waited for
the explosion...
But it never came. Lisa stood there, almost calmly, and looked at me without
expression. And then turned to go down the hall.
"JUST A MINUTE!" Marguerite said. "YOU HAVE A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO DO."
"I HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM. I'LL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING WHEN I GET OUT," said
Lisa, almost with a smile. And then turned down the hall.
My feeling that there was something dreadfully wrong with the whole situation
was confirmed after Marguerite turned back to look at me and was almost
immediately hit with a picture frame the size of an Olympic swimming pool, and
fell to the floor.
A few moments later, after Lisa had calmed down enough from Her latest tizzy,
She cast the shrinking spell on Marguerite, reducing her to my size, and placed
her next to me on the table.
"MAKE SURE SHE'S OK," Lisa said casually. "I HAVE SOME FUN PLANS FOR BOTH OF YOU
NOW."
She went to the bathroom for real, and I tended the bump on Marguerite's head.
After a couple minutes she came to. And got really worried when she noticed that
she and I were now about the same size.
"Oh, shit," she moaned. Funny how that seems to be the first thing one thinks
after being shrunk.
"I didn't think Lisa could move that fast," she said. "She had to knock me out
to disable my defense spells. And now my other spells won't work on some one as
big as she is."
I told her to stay still. I was about to make sure she didn't have any other
wounds, when Lisa came back into the room, and bent at Her Waist so that She
could put Her Face close to us.
She stared at us without saying a word for some time, Her huge, steel- blue Eyes
reflecting us on the table. Finally, Her Mouth stretched into a huge Grin.
"TWO TOYS TO PLAY WITH!" She giggled. "EVERY GIRL SHOULD HAVE TWO LITTLE DOLLS,
DON'T YOU THINK? IN CASE ONE BREAKS, SHE HAS AN EXTRA!" And with that, she
plucked us both off the table, one in each hand, and carried us to the bedroom.
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The next couple of weeks were rather repetitious, to be honest. Torment,
teasing, and then sex. At least, since there were two of us, it wasn't quite as
rough as before. I usually worked down between Lisa's Legs, and Marguerite would
do her best to ride a Nipple for the duration. But she was faring quite worse
than I was. I guess she was being punished for attempting to help me.
Lisa would actually force her to clean giant shoes, paint giant Nails, and other
menial tasks. I would try to help, and sometimes be allowed, but usually I'd be
flicked away with a Pinky Finger. If I persisted, I'd get punished as well, but
in a different fashion -- I'd get pushed into Lisa's Ass Crack, where I'd stay
until She went to the bathroom. Then I'd face being flushed away until She
lowered a piece of dental floss in to lift me out. I learned rather quickly not
to let Lisa catch me helping Marguerite.
And it only got worse for the poor girl. Eventually, she was forced to clean out
between Toes, inside Ears, and worse. Marguerite finally snapped when Lisa put
her in Her Mouth and demanded that she clean Her Teeth. I guess not everybody
fancies the idea of being inside a person's maw. In any case, she refused, and
even poked Lisa's Gums to cause as much pain as she could.
Which was enough to royally piss Lisa off. Previous disobedience had been
punished by the simple act of pressing down on Marguerite's chest with a Thumb,
until she couldn't breathe any more. I believe she also had gotten several
cracked ribs from this. But I think Lisa was ready to break one of Her toys at
this point.
She spat Marguerite into her hand and glowered at her. I guess at this point,
Marguerite had either gone slightly crazy, or didn't know just how mad Lisa was,
because she stood up and began yelling at her giant Captress. I watched from my
vantage point on the bathroom vanity as Lisa began to slowly close Her Fingers
around the tiny girl. She slowly made a Fist, and I assumed that She was about
to crush Marguerite into a pulp. I turned away as Marguerite screamed...
But nothing happened, as she kept on screaming. I looked back and saw Lisa make
a familiar hand motion.
And Marguerite shrank even smaller. Barely an inch high, from what I could
judge. Not even as big as the tip of Lisa's Finger, which was now poking her and
pushing her. The Hand that held Marguerite descended next to me, and the girl,
not even three feet tall to me, was dropped beside me.
"HERE, YOU PLAY WITH HER, JERRY. A GIFT FROM ME." Lisa peered down at us as the
little woman stood up, looking at Her in fear, then me in despair. "GO AHEAD,
MARGUERITE, I WANT YOU TO PLEASURE HIM. BLOW HIM. IF YOU MAKE HIM COME I'LL LET
YOU LIVE."
There used to be a joke about the perfect woman, way back when I was in college.
Three feet tall, no teeth, flat head to rest your beer on. And this was about
the closest I'd ever seen to that. But I had no desire whatsoever to take part
in this rape. So, even though she approached me with tears in her eyes as she
prepared to follow her punishment, I told her to stop, and I raised my voice.
"I don't want this, Lisa!" I shouted. I knew my voice was barely loud enough for
Her to hear, but She understood my gestures. Her Face darkened, and I thought
for a minute She was going to scream at me. Instead, She pursed Her Lips, and
blew at us, causing us to fall backward and slide ten feet away from our
previous spots.
"ARE YOU SURE?" She rumbled. "YOU SHOULDN'T LOOK GIFT SEX IN THE MOUTH." Then
She laughed at Her rather bad joke.
"OK, I'LL TELL YOU WHAT. WHY DON'T YOU DO IT FOR HER? HERE, I'LL MAKE IT REAL
EASY FOR YOU." And with that statement, I was shrunk for the third time. When I
finished, I didn't quite reach Marguerite's belly button. She was again a
giantess to me, although only a ten-footer. She looked down at me in shock.
After all, a minute ago I had been the same size to her. Now, I must have been
incredibly tiny. Hmm... one half of one half of two inches... Hey, my dream
size! Unfortunately, this was not really an ideal situation to be in at that
height.
Marguerite was in mood for sex under these conditions, either, and she merely
stepped in between me and Lisa's Face. My giantess protector... however, to my
scale, there was an evil goddess the size of a skyscraper beyond that ten-foot
woman. This skyscraper woman examined us both with laughter in Her Eyes -- two
little insects daring to defy her.
"WELL, OK, I GUESS YOU'RE BOTH A BIT HUNG UP ABOUT THE SEX THING," our Goddess
said. Her Voice alone was becoming strong enough to keep us from standing up, as
if it were a stiff wind. "I CAN HELP YOU. AT LEAST ONE OF YOU IS GOING TO GET
SOME ORAL SEX, AND I GUESS I'M GOING TO BE THE ONE WHO HAS TO DO IT."
She paused, thinking, for a moment, and then said, "WELL, LITTLE MARGIE, SINCE
YOU DIDN'T LIKE BEING IN MY MOUTH BEFORE, LET'S SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT NOW. AND
JERRY, AS MUCH AS YOU LIKE MY MOUTH, I BET YOU'D LOVE TO WATCH!" She leaned
forward, Her Lips parted slightly, and lightly sucked Marguerite with Her Lips.
As big as she was to me, Marguerite was nothing to the Mouth that lifted her off
the ground. She screamed, but there was nothing I could do as Lisa sucked her
onto the tip of Her Tongue, and rolled her around.
This play continued for a minute. I could hear screams from inside that Mouth as
Lisa rolled her around like a piece of candy. I sat both in terror and arousal
as Lisa effortlessly tossed a woman twice my size around on Her Tongue.
Finally, Lisa bent down so that Her Mouth was level with the vanity top where I
lay. She opened it wide. Very wide. To me, probably 30 feet wide. In the back of
that Mouth, panting, was a tiny little woman, lying on her stomach on the back
of a giant Tongue.
As I watched, Lisa lowered Her Tongue, so that both Marguerite and I could have
a good view of the enormous Throat Lisa possessed. A dark hole, bigger than the
little woman who now cowered before it. The Uvula itself was a bit taller than
Marguerite, who was attempting, with very little luck, to crawl across the
moving surface of the Tongue toward the front of Lisa's Mouth.
Lisa laughed, and the resulting movement of Tongue and Throat sent Marguerite
sprawling. Lisa then stuck out Her Tongue, so that the little woman in Her Mouth
was momentarily away from the Throat. I thought Lisa was going to take her out,
but instead, She placed Her Index Finger on the tiny girl, and pushed her back
deeper into Her Throat. When She pulled Her Tongue back in, I could see
Marguerite struggling not to slide into the dark chasm of Lisa's Gullet. The
Mouth stayed open for another few seconds, then closed; I heard an audible gulp,
and then saw Lisa's Neck Muscles move as Marguerite slid into Lisa's stomach.
"YOU SEE," said Lisa, ignoring the fact that she had just eaten a living human
being, "THERE ARE SEVERAL THINGS YOU HAVE TO DO TO GIVE A GOOD BLOW JOB. BUT I'D
SAY THE TWO MOST IMPORTANT ARE TO CONTROL YOUR GAG REFLEX, AND SWALLOW AT THE
END."
Then She laughed, and opened Her Mouth again. I could see it was empty.
"I MADE ALL GONE! AREN'T YOU PROUD OF ME?" She reached for a pair of tweezers,
and lifted me into the air between them. I dangled in front of an Eye that was
probably five feet high and twelve feet wide. I couldn't tell for sure, but I
was guessing it was an 800 foot drop to the ground. She dropped me into Her
Palm, and smiled a 30-foot-wide smile.
I was just now realizing exactly how bad my situation was. I was in the Palm of
a Hand that was about 35 feet on each side. Fingers and Thumb rose up around me
like redwoods. The lines in Her Palm were almost like ditches, and I was so
small I could even see Her Pores.
On top of that, She had just swallowed alive a person twice my height! I
wondered if I should just let my life flash before my eyes now, so I could get
it over with.
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Lisa kept me around for a while, mainly for laughs, I think. She seemed to get
quite a bit of amusement from my helplessness. At this point, I was so small
that I couldn't even lift a paperclip, and Her apartment was a vast, frightening
space the size of a small town.
She knew that I had nowhere to go at my size, so She usually left me uncaged,
often on the coffee table in the living room, when she left the house. There
wasn't much to do. I couldn't even operate the TV remote control -- I could
climb on top of it, but the buttons would not respond to my weight. I couldn't
even open a magazine or a book. And anyway, the letters were almost as big as I.
Reading a page would have been an aerobic exercise.
When She was around, I marveled at Her power in doing those and other simple
things I was no longer capable of. She could lift hundreds of tons of remote
control with two Fingers. Walk over two hundred feet in a single step. I
estimated once, as She drank from a 70-foot high beer bottle, that each swallow
She took was the equivalent of 11,000 gallons of liquid.
Of course, some of this power was directed at me. Not that She needed to use a
lot of it. I must've been practically weightless at this point. I would
sometimes have to balance on the very tip of Her Forefinger while She examined
me. I don't think I even made an indentation in Her Skin.
But She took great delight in showing me how strong She was. A mere Breath was
enough to send me sliding a hundred feet across a table top. She set me on her
bicep muscle once and flexed it, sending me flying through the air to land in
her lap. Her gigantic Face peered down at me as I lay panting on Her skirt, and
She laughed.
"YOU KNOW, I THINK I HAVE MORE MUSCLE IN THE TIP OF MY PINKY FINGER THAN YOU
HAVE IN YOUR WHOLE BODY," She thundered. I was certainly not going to argue. The
tip of Her Pinky was bigger than my whole body. She had proved that to me
already by covering me with it.
She once took me to work with her. To carry me into the outside world, She
ordered me into a matchbox, which She then closed and placed into Her purse. I
could see out through the slightly open box, and marveled at the incredible
objects She carried in Her handbag -- hairbrushes, makeup, money, all on a scale
that would dwarf a cathedral. If God carried a purse, this is what it would be
like. I spotted Her driver's license, and noticed that even the picture of Her
Face was larger than my entire body.
After arriving at work, She let me out of the box, onto a huge tray covered with
hundred-foot-long metal poles, and other strange objects that it took me a
minute to recognize. She was a dental assistant. I suddenly had a clue as to
what my day was going to be like, and I turned out to be right. I was dangled
over the open mouth of every woman who sat in Her chair! I don't think any of
them knew She was doing anything strange, as I was simply too small to see or
hear. At the end of the day, I had looked down the gullets of eight or nine
giantesses, each one capable of swallowing me alive without even knowing it.
I got her message: "This is how small you are. Everyone in the world is a
monster to you. Even the youngest child could make you a nutritious part of a
balanced breakfast. You're stuck with me to take care of you at my whim."
But finally, I think She got tired of keeping me around. I wasn't very good at
stimulating Her sexually any more, though god knows I tried. I simply couldn't
apply enough pressure to any of Her erogenous zones to make her come. After all,
Her Clit was as big as my entire body. Her Nipples were too large for my arms to
encircle, and even if they became erect, I was usually lifted off my feet while
trying to make Her feel me!
And comic relief just doesn't last long when you're dealing with a psycho.
Eventually, She found a reason to be pissed at me again.
It happened the last time I tried to make her come. She had gotten horny
watching some movie, came home, and immediately grabbed me, took me to the
bedroom, and dropped me into Her wet Crotch. I did my best, figuring that my
life was at stake, but I had once again failed to even register on Her happy
meter, and I was trying to make sure She couldn't find me for a little while by
hiding in the thick tangle of Her Bush. (I never did mention that Lisa was not a
natural blonde, did I?)
This gambit had worked a couple times before. She would get pissed off and look
for me between her legs, but not see me, and so get dressed and eventually calm
down. I'd spend an evening in her panties and survive to face another day. Two
major selling points right there.
But this time, I guess I wasn't well hidden. I really didn't have time to
extricate myself from my position to cover up. She looked down at me with
perhaps the most angry expression I'd ever seen on Her Face. She then poked at
me with Her Fingernail, and ordered me to crawl to her navel. I did, as quickly
as I could, and stood up on her slightly sloping belly. Abruptly, She closed Her
Thumb and Forefinger around me, and I was carried to Her Eye level.
"POOR LITTLE PERVERT, YOU'RE ALL MESSY," She said. It was true. I was covered in
sweat and also in Her juices. "LET ME HELP YOU GET CLEANED UP."
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Which pretty much takes me to where I started this story. She opened Her Mouth
and put me inside.
I haven't been in Her Mouth since I was two inches tall, and I really hadn't
been able to see to much in either of the previous two times she had test-tasted
me. I had been almost completely in the dark on both occasions. But I really
think that, after swallowing Marguerite whole, Lisa has gone a little
power-crazy.
This time, She wants me to see exactly how tiny I am compared to her. She closes
Her Mouth partway, leaving me a little light and air, and walks to the bathroom.
I know this, because when She opens Her Mouth again, I can look out and see
myself in the mirror.
I lay in the center of Her Tongue, surrounded on three sides by Teeth almost as
big as I, and on the fourth side by a Throat over ten feet high. Her Tongue is
easily 20 feet wide, and I'm a good 30 feet inside of Her Mouth.
Suddenly, She closes Her Mouth, and rolls me around like a mint. After a few
minutes of this, I'm out of breath, and preparing, after all this time, to be
eaten alive. I knew it was coming, a long time ago.
She spits me into Her Palm and holds me in front of Her Mouth. She smiles.
"ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR DREAM TO COME TRUE?" She whispers deafeningly. "I TOLD
YOU I WAS GOING TO DO THIS MONTHS AGO. YOU'RE NO BIGGER THAN AN ASPIRIN, AND I'M
GOING TO SWALLOW YOU WHOLE, JERRY."
She opens Her Mouth over thirty feet wide, and I stare into Her. Her massive
Tongue flattens in the back, the tunnel of Her Gullet widens. She laughs at me,
and Her enormous Uvula shakes. The simple act of Her Laughing causes the cavern
in front of me to shake wildly.
And then I'm flying through the air, landing a moment later in Her upturned
Mouth like a piece of popcorn. I slide helplessly toward the back of Her Mouth,
pulled by gravity and sliding on saliva. I come to a stop ten feet from Her
Throat, which pulses and glistens in the light from Her open Lips. I look back
to the opening of Her Mouth, and again see myself in the mirror. She is looking
directly at me.
She winks at me, then closes Her Mouth. And I am sucked in the darkness into Her
Gullet. I slide and am pushed slowly downward by the muscles around me, and I
hear Her say "Ahh, delicious," before I am too deep inside Her.
I am forced through a muscle ring, and splash down in Her Stomach. Her body
makes enormous gurglings, beatings, and breathing sounds around me. I guess
there's nothing to do but await my fate.
Becoming part of the moody ditz.
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