Giantess Stories: My Gabriel   It only takes time to realize how alone you can feel in this world

My Gabriel

It only takes time to realize how alone you can feel in this world. How you can

go from a regular guy, all nonchalant about everything, to being paranoid about

every single movement. And then you realize that you're the only one. The only

one of your kind. The only one that will ever feel what you feel. There's really

no sense to even tell people, but maybe it can be conveyed in a fashion that

could be understood.

Nonetheless, my life is different than the average human's. Okay, so maybe I've

started off on a tangent already. I can't say that you wouldn't blame me. Half

the time I'm confused because I'm stuck in a different place all the time. Then

there are those times when I don't realize who I am. There are times when I

figure that I'm just a toy, and then there are those times that I'm nothing. And

that's when I feel alone.

But anyway, back to my life not being like a regular person. I remember when I

actually was me. A person to be acknowledged. Homecoming king, football player,

everyday guy, yes, all of that was me. But it all changed once I met this

magical person, also known to be my girlfriend at the time, Amy.

Amy had scared me ever since I asked her out. Maybe it was because of the fact

that she would wear black sometimes just to freak me out. I don't even know what

made me ask her out. It was just one of those things where I was just attracted.

Don't ask me how, but I was attracted to her in every way. She probably wasn't

the most beautiful person in the world, but what she lacked in beauty, she made

up for in the way she loved me and the way she made me feel. Maybe it was just

her blonde hair or the way she walked. Either way you look at it, it put me

where I am today, so I really don't think I want to fall for that again.

One day after school Amy asked if I could come over to her house, she wanted to

show me something. “Well,” I thought, “it couldn't hurt too much, she is my

girlfriend.” As I walked to the house, something strange was near there.

Something that had never been there before. It wasn't glowing or anything, but

I'm a man of detail. Normally in the front yard of that two story house there is

only two trees, one an apple and the other a pear. This time there were three,

and it was a specific evergreen tree. To myself, I thought that had to be odd, a

tree growing overnight. But then again, so was Amy when she walked out. She had

on a very tight black miniskirt, almost so little you could see under it without

even bending down. Her top was a black bathing suit, only noted because I think

it was the only two-piece she owned even though she had a pool.

Seductively, she came over to me. “Honey, I think we need to go inside and make

up anything that we have ever done wrong. Maybe…. maybe with a little kiss

involved?”

I really don't think there would be any man alive who wouldn't kiss that woman

with no questions involved. However, being my inquisitive self, I decided to

ask, “Well, sure, but why for everything?”

She replied back with her hand behind my head, “Because I feel so right kissing

you and it would make everything go so much better later on.” I couldn't argue

with that. So I kissed her, and it was passionate enough to make us fall on the

couch together. She went off saying, “I think that tonight should be a night you

should never forget. Hold on, and I'll come back ready for action.”

Most guys would stay right there and not move a muscle. Of course, I am like

most guys. And then I feel a tingle in my lips where she kissed me. I figured it

was just a regular makeup flaw, and something just itched. But then it passed

through my cheeks, then my whole face, then to my chest, then arms. It was a

whole burning sensation. And then I couldn't stand it any longer. I passed out.

I found out later on that I shouldn't have ever stepped foot in that house.

Ever.

I woke up, only to find myself in a place with plenty of colors and lights. It

was like I was in the seventies, only I never experienced that, being a senior

in high school these days and all. Then I saw a huge disco looking ball, ready

and waiting for a dance to begin. After all this, I thought I was high. But then

I heard a voice. That distinct, sultry voice that could only come from Amy.

“Darling, darling, wake up. You only need to be here for a little while. The

party's somewhere else.”

I almost fainted in that multi-colored world. I floated in mid air, and then

came back down on that lit floor, and then as soon as I fell, I snapped out of

it. I saw what would now be my fate.

Being thrown out of a weird world like that and then thrown into another one

doesn't help too much. This world wasn't a small room. However, it was a huge

dim place. And it looked kind of familiar. On this world was a black ground that

was pretty dry. To the left of me, it went up at a sharp angle. In front and

behind me it went up a full ninety degrees. To the right, it went down very

sharply. I went over towards that sharp decline and I looked down to see that I

was on some sort of odd mountain. It looked to be about four hundred feet down.

I almost fainted, and I did gasp. I imagined me, falling down that far down and

killing myself. Of course, this plain was big enough to not worry about ever

getting too close to that edge. Hopefully, I thought.

Then the brightest lights came from up above. The high skies, or so I thought,

were opening up above into pure light. I figured that I was going to see God.

Instead, I saw a goddess.

Amy. That's all I saw. Her beautiful curves, her sexy face, her walk. Instead of

black, which was normally hey style, she had on all white. Of course, what

little she had on, anyway. Basically, her garb right now was a white lacy bra to

cover her nicely formed breasts, even for seventeen, and a regular white pair of

panties. I swear, I should have told her that white looked way better than black

on her. She happened to strut it like a charm.

There was only one problem to this whole thing. Amy was not normal. She was

plain huge. To me, she could have been a good thousand and a half feet tall. And

that's when it hit me. There was absolutely nothing wrong with her. It was all

me. I mean, why else would I be on a black plain that fell down so far. It was

her leather couch. And around her were all kinds of things that normally would

be in a living room in a normal house. Then I heard a sound unrivaled by most

airplanes flying right over your head.

“Honey? Where are you? Where did you get to? Hmmm, he must have went out to get

something. Well, nobody should be home for the next hour or so. I'll just wait

for him to get back. Lemme sit down for a while.”

It was Amy. Normally you would figure a voice wouldn't normally sound like that,

especially a girl's, but hers carried. And then another epiphany hit. If she was

going to sit down a while, she would have to sit right down on this couch, and

that would mean near me, which means I might….

I ran away from anything as fast as I could. Notice I said anything, because

there's no way I could go anywhere to avoid her. I just hoped she would just sit

on the couch, and not lay on it like she normally does. And if she did sit,

hopefully it would not be anywhere by me.

So I did the best thing I could. I got to the far back of the couch cushion,

hoping that if she did sit even near me, she wouldn't put her behind back

towards me and sit straight up.

Then in a rush of wind, all light was blocked as a gigantic shadow loomed over

me. Amy was about to sit on the cushion I was on. I saw it all in slow motion.

She turned around at first, letting her back face me. Then her delicate left

hand held her up on the wall right next to the unstable ground I was on. She

started to ease down, bending her knees with slight imperfection, making sure

she touched the couch very slowly. Her huge towering back, both with the bra

clamp and her panties. Her tan shown through even though it was mostly shadow.

She delicately, even to my standard of size, sat down, with her perfect behind

not even wiggling.

However, when she sat down, the cushion went towards her because of her weight.

This caused me to shift towards her bottom. I rolled towards the other white

wall that covered the tightness of her flesh. I looked around me only to see

that I was trapped. Both ways were closed off to the small public like me, just

as the light was hidden away. Walls of flesh caved in around me, and now I

wanted to decide what I was going to do. The only exit I saw was up. And maybe,

just maybe, I could get Amy's attention somehow. Therefore, I tried going up to

the sky.

Things like this always seem harder than it really is. In reality, it wasn't too

difficult. I found that the stitches weren't too close together for my new size.

And I decided I would climb further and further up until I reached her

waistband. Then and only then could I stop. That's what I did, even though it

had to be done at an angle since her back closed off other directions I could

go. As I climbed, I noticed every part of this girl's body had a better curve, a

better tan, and a better everything than what I ever dreamed. That might have

been one reason I fell in love with her. She was beautiful, more beautiful even

now, even if she could kill me in a twitch of a muscle.

I finally ended up on Amy's right side, considering she was blocked by the couch

on the other. I then stopped on her waistband of those pretty lacy dreams. I

looked up to see my giantess, who happened to be my girlfriend. She just looked

out, possibly looking for me as she waited impatiently for her boyfriend to

return. Needless to say, I never left her side. But unfortunately, she couldn't

figure that out. I wouldn't blame her, she couldn't look to see a little

boyfriend on her side.

“Well, if he isn't coming back, I might as well go get dressed, eat something,

and then go out to party. I can't stand it when he does things like this

sometimes. Oh well, maybe something happened to him.”

If only she knew. And I wished she knew, because I was starting to worry what

was going to happen to me, especially as she got up to go get dressed.

She stayed there for a couple of minutes, with me admiring her every breath and

heave, and then nothing could have prepared me for her getting up. The force was

almost unbearable as the wind suddenly rushed by. To the normal eye, you don't

happen to see hurricane force winds move cloth like it was in one. The white

cloth rippled and the only thing stable was the waistband I was struggling to

hold on to. As she moved, just like she normally does, she swayed her hips back

and forth, making me hit her waist at a horrible force.

I only had to endure but so much of this, as she finally went upstairs to put on

some clothes. Before then, however, she laid down on the bed. Yet another cosmic

force went through me. As she straightened up on the bed, I saw something really

frightening: her hand. Normally, her delicate hand was everything to me, but now

it was a humongous danger that I had to avoid. As her hand came down, apparently

to straighten her panties, I moved up towards the front of them. By this time

her outstanding hand went back to her side. A hand that could kill me. Thank

goodness it didn't. In this short amount of time, she went to sleep, which was

of course nothing in her plan.

As she laid there, I couldn't help but let myself be overcome with her beauty. I

finally got off of her panties and decided to go towards her stomach. Amy might

not have been the most muscular girl around, but she did keep a tight stomach.

Not only that, but unlike most girls, she never had a piercing in her navel,

which intrigued me. It told me she was still pure somewhat. I walked over to her

navel and looked down. It was about as deep as I was tall, and I never wanted to

fall in fear that I would stay there and not be able to get out. So after that

revelation, I went around and looked forward.

Her breasts. Okay, so they weren't the biggest, but like everything else on Amy,

they were tight. And now, and my height, they were enormous. As she was

sleeping, they moved up and down with her breath. I walked over to the valley of

cleavage. Those breasts could easily have been seventy feet tall at their peak.

I just awed at them.

I awed at my girlfriend way too long I suppose. She woke up with a start. “Maybe

I should just eat the way I am… a nice hot dog will do just fine,” she stated.

After I was so startled by her waking up, I got out of my confused state and

held on to the small piece of white cloth holding the two cups of the bra

together. I was being slapped like a pendant on this wild ride. Not to mention

also the fact that I was so far up from the ground. I realized that this was a

whole change of plans on her part. She was going to change, then eat, then go

out. Now she slept (which wasn't even in her plans), and now she's eating. I

guess later on she was going to change, but with her changing her mind, she

wasn't predictable. She normally wasn't like this when she was with me, so it

caught me off guard.

Up and down I went, along with her jiggling mounds. Then I went into shock as

she reached the stairs. I held on more tightly than I ever have before, because

I knew a girl's anatomy at least a little bit. I knew that when she walked down

the stairs, she would shake me off somehow. So I climbed a little bit to safer

areas. I went to my right and climbed up to her left bra cup which held that

huge mound of flesh up. I never sensed how much a bra worked until I climbed up

it to latch myself in. The imperfections in the white lace caught me off guard,

I would have thought that these things would be made in better quality than they

were. But then again, that was my size that noticed these things. The normal

human eye couldn't even fathom these loose strings of thread. I looked up at

that thread, realizing how small I really was. Of course, I tuned my mind out to

the very thing I should have paid attention to. But it was too late.

I guess she shivered and it was the one thing that made me loose grip on where I

was. It might even be the force of wind when she turned around. Either way, I

fell. And what a fall it was. Maybe time slows down when deadly things happen.

But I fell down. And then I landed on a red and orange surface.

I looked around and then I screamed as I realized my fate. I was on a hot dog,

covered with mustard and ketchup. I think she would have put less of those

condiments on here, but that's just my thoughts. However, she sat down, and then

I saw Amy again

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Story: My GabrielPosted on August 7, 2003 at 08:13:25 PM by

RR

If there was one other thing I liked about Amy more than anything, it was her

face. Perfectly proportioned, all eyes and ears and mouth. It was like

everything was the Greek proportion, the Golden Mean. Her sparkling blue eyes

and her blonde hair, flowing like it never had a problem in its life. Her

tantalizing lips, lips that I loved, that was, until now.

As she brought the immense food to her face, I wondered what it would be like to

die in my girlfriend's stomach. There really wasn't much hope for me. I guess

you could say that I was a crazy man and that I had to be a little more

optimistic. But what else would you do if you were stuck on a hot dog ready to

be eaten? I said my prayers, because I thought my life was done for.

She finally opened up her mouth. Her gleaming white teeth came showing up, each

tooth probably as big as I was. I saw her hand as she plunged the food towards

her mouth. At speeds unknown to most, she rammed the dog into her mouth. I was

jarred into the pile of mustard right next to me. Unwilling to not go without a

fight, I decided to run. It was a difficult journey, but I ran towards the other

end. Leg after leg, foot after foot, I got stuck. It made my trek that much

harder. It didn't help that her mouth shook the entire plain I was walking on.

I had finally made it to the middle and I looked back. Her mouth opened, and her

teeth drove right through the surface, tearing up all the bits and pieces that I

never considered were part of anything. The minute things in life I was starting

to learn are very important. Her tongue decided to swipe all the remains around

her luscious lips and it almost looked like she would swallow me up. I decided

to keep going with my trek to the end, even though my trail was getting shorter

and shorter. I finally reached the end of the hot dog, just about the time she

did.

I looked as my whole world started to rumble. She never looked down to her hot

dog, just like any other human wouldn't. And yet, she had me, her boyfriend,

waiting for her to kill me. However, something inside me told me I couldn't let

her do that. I couldn't let her end my life that way. I finally decided that I

should stand up for who I am. And that's when I waited for her to bite into her

last piece. I dodged several teeth, all doing their time-honored duty, and I got

on her lip. I stuck there like those crumbs. And like those crumbs, her tongue

came by and swept me away into her mouth.

Inside that cavern, you almost felt yourself explode because of the heat

difference. It might be body temperature in there, but the humidity kills you.

And so does the surface of the floor. It's always on the move, always ready to

swallow you at any given moment. I wished I would get out of this place. Even

though it was a little safe, it was nothing better compared to where I could be.

And then I hear the most God awful sound. It also came with a rumble.

“Eileen, I need to borrow a shirt for tonight, can you please give me one?”

After the initial shock to the eardrum, I recovered and shook myself. I noticed

then that I must have irritated something, because she coughed. And

unfortunately for me, she wasn't being polite about it, because she didn't cover

her mouth. I flew out towards something. Something soft.

It was Eileen's bed. Unlike her sister Amy, Eileen was a regular preppy girl.

Only sixteen, she had beautiful features as well. However I don't think she

would be my type or anything. Her bed sprawled out in pink sheets and covers.

But then I realized that the covers weren't the most important part of this

room. No, the most important part was the living, breathing Eileen sitting at

her desk, or at least I supposed it was her desk. She was a smaller version of

Amy, only in a pink spaghetti strap shirt, which showed off her immense features

all too well. That was only part of it, as the shirt showed off her tan and also

her navel. Her toned stomach went into her tight jeans almost flawlessly, and

they all flowed down to her perfect toes, also painted pink.

I knew I had to get her attention somehow. It just bugged me that I couldn't

just yell to her. I had to climb up her. Or maybe, just maybe, I would get some

stroke of luck and not have to do that. But I was plenty sure that wouldn't

happen. I figured I might as well do it now, as she looked like she was reading

something and wouldn't get out of that real easily.

So I walked over to the goddess. I figured she wasn't going to move any time

soon, so there really wasn't any need to waste my energy. As I walked, I awed at

her chest heaving upward then downward from just her steady breathing. It would

be something a normal person would probably just disregard, but it was just

magnificent how anything, much less a huge goddess, could do something of that

magnitude so gracefully.

I headed toward the bare foot. Even her feet were beautiful. Normally, I

wouldn't notice feet, but this was the only thing in my vision, so I decided to

take advantage of it and actually think of them at the moment. Maybe I should

have done it more often. As I went closer to her five toes, all of them taller

than me, I felt insignificant, as my size really hit me. I didn't even want to

smell the bittersweet aroma coming from her foot. It smelled of sweat and

girlish perfume. But I knew I had to if I wanted to survive any more in my life.

Her foot had little indentations, just good enough for me to use to climb on.

They weren't perfect, but they were good enough to get on the plain of her foot.

It was a very easy climb because it wasn't too far, but I knew I had to keep

going and not rest.

And then I heard a rumbling. It was a noise that I never wanted to hear, a noise

that made me feel sick to my stomach. It was Eileen standing up. It knocked me

backward and made me look up to the goddess, but all I could see was her breasts

blocking the view to her face. And even that was a blurry vision to me. She now

moved her right leg forward, throwing me near her ankle. Then her leg went back,

letting me fall back to her pretty pink toenail. I hung on for dear life to that

toe. Then it only got worse. Her feminine form decided to bend down and pick up

a piece of cloth, which I figured would be the death of me. No, maybe it

wouldn't be the death of me. But it would be torture from Hell.

Her right foot went with the grace of a figure skater in a downward angle to the

sock. Since I was hanging on to her toe, I didn't fall in. However, I was now

stuck in total darkness as she stuck her foot totally inside the sock. The sock

now was completely over her foot as I could tell. Her foot lowered down and it

stuck me to the foot. Then it was quiet as I guess she was putting her other

sock on. I stayed there in that seemingly infinite darkness and wondered how I

was going to get out of this one. Even if I waited until she got out of socks, I

didn't know how I was going to get off without dying.

She lifted her foot again, this time to put on another layer of thickness, which

were her shoes. This made it impossible to do anything, as it limited my

movement to absolutely nothing. It also meant another thing: she was going out

somewhere, and where to, I didn't know. Frankly, I didn't care to know. All I

knew I had to do was survive and get out of this horrid place.

But there was no use. Eileen's sock had put me in place, along with her shoe.

They made me stuck to the foot in a way I couldn't imagine being stuck to. Stuck

to a toe, actually. And then she began to walk. Luckily there wasn't any

pressure being put on me, but there was the action of going up and down was

making me dizzy. Not only that, but it was making Eileen's feet very sweaty. I

was hating this whole thing, possibly because I had no other way of knowing how

this was going to end, how I would die at the mercy of a teenage goddess. I

guess the darkness added to it. I just figured that I would be stuck here

forever. And ever. Would I ever get away from this non-hearing world? Would I

get away from this goddess' right foots' big toe? These were all questions I was

asking myself. And I stayed there wondering. And wondering.

Then my world shifted upwards, and now I was stuck to the toe because of all the

sweat. I figured this was a bad position, because it meant she was lying down.

Which means she's probably going to bed. And I would be stuck here all night.

And that's when I remembered the one thing that disgusted me about Eileen: she

would wear a pair of socks for about a full two days. That was great. I'm stuck

for a good long while. Well, I figured after that, that maybe I should try and

fall asleep. I would need it later, I figured. And so I fell asleep. As I

dreamed that night, I dreamed that I was somebody special, that I wouldn't have

to go through this pain for so long. I was thinking to myself, maybe I could do

something. I could have a change in someone's life.

... to be continued ...

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