The Plague
by Zotster
Prologue
In the year 1999, many hysterical people across the globe waited for the end
of the world to come. For some it did.
Terrorist incidents increased around the world, including America. In the
worst incident, on Feb. 24, 1999, a terrorist bomb destroyed the bottom five
floors of the Empire State Building, leaving the remaining structure wobbling on
its foundation. Evacuation efforts saved most of the people who survived the
initial explosion, but many were still trapped inside when the building finally
caved in upon itself.
The United States and foreign governments stepped up military activities in
an effort to curb the terrorism, leading only to an increased sense of global
unease.
Then came strange reports from communist China of people ... shrinking. The
reports were largely discounted as the unreliable ravings of hysterical people —
until humans in Japan and other Asian countries were discovered at 6 inches tall
or less, some as tiny as 1/8 of an inch.
Caving under international pressure after months of denials, the Chinese
government finally admitted that a top-secret biological weapon had accidentally
been released into the atmosphere.
The weapon was a virus that worked its way throughout all the cells of a
person's body — including dead cells such as hair, fingernail tips and dry
surface skin — before causing its deadly shrinking effect. Victims suffered only
from mild fevers and occasionally other flu-like symptoms before the virus
ingested 99.95 percent or more of their cells — all types of cells in equal
proportions throughout the body. Once the person shrunk, the viruses with the
ingested cells evaporated into the atmosphere, leaving little hope that persons
who suffered its effects could ever return to normal.
With information provided by the Chinese government, an international team of
scientists began work on a vaccine against the "shrinking plague," as it became
known.
Meanwhile, the plague spread around the world, with no discernible pattern or
means of transmission. By the time an effective vaccine was developed, more than
50,000 confirmed cases had been reported in the United States alone, with an
estimated 25,000-30,000 additional victims missing.
Among the peculiarities of the disease were that only post-adolescent men and
women of childbearing age were affected, with males accounting for approximately
95 percent of the victims.
The vaccine eliminated the disease for the most part, but scientists
continued to search for a means to restore the affected people to normal size.
Many gave up the pursuit as hopeless until a type of "anti-virus" was created
that, like the original disease, spread itself through the body before
activating a cloning effect that duplicated the victims' remaining cells in
proportion.
For the 50,000 shrunken people discovered in America and others worldwide,
the discovery meant a return to normal life. But thousands in the United States
alone remained missing, most undoubtedly dead or lost forever. But many
continued to fight for survival. These are just some of their stories.
* * *
Chapter 1: "I wish I may ..."
PENAWAWA, Wash. — Charlie stretched out his arms and legs, enjoying the cool
breeze of the fan against his naked body as he lay on his girlfriend Valerie's
bed.
He looked at his watch: 7:30 p.m. Valerie wouldn't be home for at least
another two hours — she was putting in a lot of overtime at the office lately,
which gave Charlie a chance to surprise her. If he were right, by the time she
got home he'd be six inches tall or less.
Valerie didn't know it yet, but since he was just a kid Charlie had dreamed
of being shrunk down and having girls, well, "play" with him. For the past
couple of months he had read with excitement the accounts of people around the
world shrinking, and was thrilled when the strange plague reached the United
States.
He anxiously took his own temperature each day, hoping to notice the telltale
fever that came before the disease took effect. Then last night, he took the
thermometer out of his mouth and literally jumped for joy when it read 99.6
degrees. According to the accounts he had read, the shrinking effect should take
place within 24 hours after the fever developed — provided (he knocked on wood)
it wasn't just a summer cold or the flu.
Valerie had given him a key to her apartment a couple of weeks before, but he
wasn't supposed to use it except in special cases. Well, he thought, shrinking
down to doll size should certainly qualify as a special case!
Charlie began absent-mindedly stroking himself as he daydreamed about Valerie
strolling into her bedroom, her long brown hair bouncing around her shoulders,
just a hint of her beautiful cleavage showing above her blouse, her long slender
legs gracefully moving beneath a short skirt. She'd find him on the bed, and
he'd have a chance to explore every sexy inch of her body — up close and
personal!
As he lay there with his eyes closed, Charlie began to feel as if the bed
were spinning beneath him. He felt a strange feeling — not really painful, but
definitely uncomfortable. Could this be it? he thought, excitedly. Then he
passed out.
He awoke to a loud, thunderous "bang" that rattled his bones. It was followed
by a series of intense "thuds" that shook the soft surface under him. Sitting up
groggily, he realized he was on a gigantic bed — he had indeed shrunk! But how
tall?
Looking up, he saw Valerie standing across the room, near her dresser. She
looked enormous! Looking at the sheet under him, Charlie lay down on top of one
of the flower designs he had measured earlier. Putting the tips of his toes at
one end of the flower, he saw that his body covered about two-thirds of the
length of the pattern. Knowing that each of those floral designs was
approximately six inches long, Charlie realized he had shrunk to about four
inches! A little shorter than he had hoped, but good enough. He smiled with the
realization that all his fondest, most impossible wishes were about to come
true.
Valerie began pulling off her clothes as she stepped into the bathroom.
Apparently, she was going to take a shower after her long day at work. Perfect!
Charlie could hear the water running as he practiced what he'd say to his
girlfriend, who now appeared as a 100-foot giantess to him:
"Hi, hon! I know you don't like small talk, but ..." nah!
"Don't a big deal out of this, but ..." nope!
"Val, let me size up the situation ..." no way!
"Look hon, it's Tickle-Me-Charlie!" getting warmer ...
"You know Val, you always said you like to toy with men ..." hmmm, needs
work.
Thankfully, Valerie took that moment to step out of the bathroom, putting an
end to Charlie's musings. They were pointless anyway, since his heart leapt into
his throat and he could no longer speak.
Valerie came out of the bathroom still toweling herself, but she quickly
tossed the towel to the side as she returned to her dresser and began to
blow-dry her hair. From his distance, Charlie could see every lovely, curvaceous
inch of her body from behind as the dryer blew her hair around her. His gaze
traveled from the tips of her toes past her tight ass to the top of her head as
he imagined somehow scaling her length, feeling her warm skin beneath him.
She turned off the dryer and walked toward the bed. At first Charlie was
stunned, seeing his girlfriend's immense bobbing breasts for the first time,
then looking down toward her crotch, imagining himself getting lost in there.
But then he remembered she still didn't know he was there, and began frantically
waving his arms, yelling to get her attention.
At first she didn't notice, but as she reached for her nightgown — which
Charlie had made sure to leave on the bed — she suddenly saw him, her eyes
popped open wide, and she let out an ear-shattering scream.
"MY GOD! CHARLIE, WHAT HAPPENED? YOU'VE ... YOU'VE SHRUNK!" she said,
answering her own question.
Still rubbing his ears, Charlie tried to calm her. "It's okay, hon! I like it
this size! We're going to have fun!"
But she wasn't listening as she sat down on the bed next to him, sobbing.
Charlie walked over to her and began caressing her immense thigh. His hand was
tingling and his heart racing as he felt her smooth, soft flesh. Life is good,
he thought.
Then Valerie jumped to her feet, covering her breasts and crotch with her
hands. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" she demanded. "YOU SHRINK DOWN
TO FOUR INCHES TALL AND GET ALL HORNY OR SOMETHING? WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO YOU?"
"Val, please, it's okay!" Charlie shouted up at her. "I've always wanted to
be this tall. Just think of all the fun we can have, all the things you can do
with me ... the places I could go!"
"WHAT?" Valerie shouted, obviously thinking about what he'd just said. "ARE
YOU SICK OR SOMETHING? THAT'S DISGUSTING! JUST WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO WITH
A LITTLE WORM LIKE YOU? LOOK HOW TINY YOU ARE! I NEED A MAN, NOT AN INSECT!"
"But ... but Val, just think, you could use me like a live dildo!" Charlie
shouted, sensing things were not quite going as planned.
"YOU SICK LITTLE PERVERT ... YOU CAME HERE ON PURPOSE, DIDN'T YOU?" Valerie
shouted down at him. "YOU'RE NUTS! I'D CRUSH YOU IF I DID THAT, OR YOU'D DROWN.
DO YOU THINK I WANT A LITTLE FOUR-INCH CORPSE INSIDE ME? YOU'RE NOTHING TO ME
NOW. I'M AFRAID YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN, LITTLE MAN. YOU AIN'T STAYING WITH ME!"
With that she strode quickly away from the bed and grabbed her purse from the
dresser. She returned and snatched Charlie off the bed — for just a moment, the
warm skin of her hand surrounded him as she knocked the breath out of him in her
grip — then he was unceremoniously dropped into the purse. Valerie snapped the
pouch shut overhead.
Things were most definitely NOT going as planned.
Alone in the darkness, Charlie felt various objects around him: an enormous
mirror, a huge tube of lipstick, a gigantic piece of bubble gum, a tampon about
the same size he was.
For a while there was no motion, but then the purse was snatched into the
air, and Charlie felt his stomach get left behind. He was bounced around along
with everything else inside the purse as Valerie jogged down the stairs from her
apartment, then Charlie heard a car door slam and its motor start.
The hum of that motor was his only companion for the next half-hour or so, as
Valerie drove to an unknown destination. What happened? Charlie wondered. How
can she do this to me? Can't she understand how exciting their lives could be
with his new size? What is she going to do with me?
That last question was soon to be answered as Valerie stopped the car,
leaving the motor running, grabbed her purse and started walking. Charlie
couldn't imagine where she could possibly be going with him, but it was not long
before she opened the purse and reached for him. She handled him roughly,
dropping him in front of her huge feet.
Quickly checking for broken ribs and luckily finding none, Charlie looked
around at his surroundings. Next to him was the enormous trunk of a tree that
seemed to stretch to the heavens. All around were more trees just like it. He
was on a dirt path, but to either side of it, huge underbrush lay on the ground,
with assorted foliage rising high overhead. He could hear the sounds of a stream
or river not far away, along with various animal noises.
He was in a forest, and his gigantic girlfriend was looking down at him near
her feet, a frown on her face.
"SORRY, CHARLIE!" Valerie boomed. "I HOPE YOU DON'T GET EATEN BY AN ANIMAL OR
SOMETHING. I HATE TO LEAVE YOU HERE ALL ALONE, BUT I DON'T WANT TO BE THE ONE
WHO HAS TO TAKE CARE OF YOU. I'M SURE YOU'LL FIND SOME WAY TO SURVIVE. SEE YA!"
With that she waved goodbye and started walking away.
Charlie raced after her, but couldn't keep up with her long strides. Her
long, tanned legs got further and further away until they were gone from sight.
Minutes later, he heard her car race away.
Charlie wrapped his arms around himself. He was tiny — and alone.
(Continued in Chapter 4)
* * *
Chapter 2: "Picture This"
PACIFIC GROVE, Calif. — Joseph loved his job.
It seemed like no more than a month had passed since he was a freelance
photographer, taking pictures at Canadian Football League games; and now here he
was, taking snapshots of one of the world's sexiest supermodels in a string
bikini.
The editors at Sports Illustrated had been impressed with his work, offering
him a staff position two years ago. He continued to impress with his outstanding
photo features of the "X Games," beach volleyball, figure skating and
gymnastics. Now came his big break — he was taking test shots for the upcoming
swimsuit issue, with Manon von Gerkan serving as the model.
Joe knew he had to keep a professional detachment, but he couldn't help but
be turned on by the slender, yet curvaceous beauty strolling across the smooth
white sand, the crystal blue Pacific waters of Monterey Bay spanning to the
horizon.
They had the sand and water to themselves, as the magazine rented out a small
private beach for the test shots. If he did a good job, Joe knew he would be
asked to join in the final shoot, with all the models posing for the 2000
swimsuit issue — the magazine's biggest ever.
As she walked away from him, Joe had a nice view of Manon's succulent ass,
swaying back and forth with her long strides, not covered at all by the thong
that slipped between her cheeks.
Looking back casually over her shoulder, Manon smiled at him and asked, "How
would you like me to pose?"
Wow — sexy accent to go with a sexy body, Joe thought, catching a glance at
her breast where it pushed forward the front of her skimpy suit.
"Okay, lift your arms up over your head, we'll start right here," Joe
suggested.
Manon did as he asked, and he took a few shots of her in that pose, showing
off her ass quite nicely along with just a glimpse of the side of her firm right
breast. Joe traced the curved indentation of her spine with his eyes down her
smooth, tanned back.
"Okay now, lie on your stomach, facing me, with your arms in front of you and
your head up," Joe said. "That's it. Perfect!"
Looking through the shutter, Joe saw her lovely smiling face, her beautiful
deep eyes, her brown hair not quite dropping low enough to cover her breasts as
they hung in nearly full view just above the sand. Taking a few shots from the
side, he also got the swell of her buttocks in the frame, along with her pretty
feet above them, legs bent at the knees.
"Like this?" Manon purred, and Joe felt himself growing faint from excitement
... or was it something else?
Suddenly he began to feel quite dizzy, and his camera fell from his hand,
dropping to the sand. He soon followed it down as he passed out. ...
... He felt a warm breeze blowing over him as he lay on a soft, comfortable
couch — or was it a bed? And why were there so many wrinkles in it?
Joe's eyes snapped open and he looked up at a giant billboard with Manon's
face on it. But wait ... the billboard seemed to be blowing warm air on him —
and it was moving!
Now fully awake, Joe discovered he was in Manon's soft hand, his head
supported by her fingertips, his feet only stretching as far as her palm. She
smiled as she saw him stirring, and he saw giant bright, white teeth behind her
enormous pouty lips.
"HELLO, JOE. ARE YOU OKAY?" she purred in that sexy accent.
Joe just stared back in astonishment. His mind raced. What had happened? He
thought of that so-called shrinking disease he'd read about, but that was just
fodder for the tabloids, wasn't it?
Manon lowered him to about chest level, and looking up, he had a fantastic
view of her gigantic breasts, swelling in and above — mostly above — her tiny
red bikini. Holding him in her left hand, Manon began stroking his naked body
with her long fingers. Joe felt his body tingle where she touched him as her
fingertip worked its way up his legs, down his chest, across his face, and
probed his crotch. Although he realized she could probably crush him with a
single finger, Joe was amazed at how softly she handled him.
"OOOH, YOU FEEL SO NICE!" Manon giggled.
Grabbing his torso between her thumb and forefinger, Manon began gently
rubbing him all over her body. Joe fought to breathe in her grip as her flesh
raced by underneath him — first across her chest, then over her breasts, down
her tight stomach, on to her belly button, down the side of one soft thigh and
up the other, behind her to slide up her ass, her soft back, along her other arm
to her neck, her face ... then finally he was engulfed for a moist embrace
between her lips.
When she kissed him, Joe could no longer hold back his own sexual excitement,
and he exploded into her mouth. She didn't even seem to notice as she licked her
lips afterwards.
"LITTLE CAMERAMAN, I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW MUCH YOU'VE TURNED ME ON," Manon
exclaimed.
Not even listening for a reply, she tucked him inside her bikini top. There
wasn't enough fabric to cover him completely, but it held his face firmly
against her nipple as his legs dangled free. Looking up, he could see Manon
softly close her eyes, as her hand came up behind him and started kneading him
into her pillowy flesh.
Joe stretched out his arms in a futile attempt to hug the enormous breast,
then he started licking and sucking on the nipple — which was about the same
size as his head!
Humming contentedly to herself, Manon strode across the beach and lay on her
back on a towel she had left on the sand. Trapped in her suit, her hand pushing
him hard against her breast, Joe was finding it hard to breathe. But he kept
working on her nipple anyway, and he could hear her moans become louder, could
feel her breaths quicken.
Suddenly he was thrown backwards as she sat up, and he tumbled down her
stomach as she took off her top. Catching a grip on her belly button, he held on
as her weight shifted back the other way, and her long, luscious legs appeared
overhead. He watched as her hands came down and pulled her bottom up and off her
legs.
Laying flat on her back again, Manon spread her legs slightly and simply
said, "I WANT YOU NOW, LITTLE MAN!"
She nudged him toward her crotch and he tumbled further down her belly into
her pubic hairs. He tried to stand, but she pushed him off her mons and he fell
between her thighs. She reached her fingers down to spread herself open a
little, and Joe was once again greeted by a pair of huge, pouty lips.
Despite a definite sense of apprehension and danger, Joe couldn't resist his
own desire, or hers. Using Manon's fingers for leverage, he pulled himself up
between her labia and began searching for her clit. Her fingers guided him in
the right direction, and he soon began licking and sucking on it as he had her
nipple.
This brought an even more intense reaction as her fingers started pushing him
from behind. First one of his legs, then the other slipped into her pussy while
her fingers continued to slowly push him deeper.
For a moment Joe's lust was forgotten, and he realized the dire predicament
he was in. Just minutes ago he was a full-grown man, and now here he was, about
three inches tall, being pushed into a woman's hungry vagina — a vagina whose
walls could easily crush him if he were caught inside during her obviously
impending orgasm.
He started to struggle, to fight off Manon's fingers, but that only made her
more excited. Now her juices were coating him and he had to fight to keep from
drowning in them. Still in he went, until he looked back in horror as the light
from the outside world was closed off behind him.
Deep inside her Joe struggled in the wet darkness as the walls convulsed
around him. Soon the gentle squeezes became much more crushing and intense, and
he knew Manon was experiencing the first wave of her orgasm. He struggled to get
out, but her vagina held him in a tight hug. He gasped for air and just as he
was about to pass out, he saw daylight and was washed out into the world again.
Hours later, Manon was lying on her stomach, her bikini bottom — what there
was of it — back on but her top open underneath her, as Joe used his whole body
to massage tanning oil into the soft skin of her buttocks.
A shadow passed over him, and he turned to see a giant pair of sexy legs
striding their way. Looking further up, he saw the impressively smooth legs rise
into a skin-tight pair of white shorts, then another incredibly firm stomach
underneath an enormous pair of breasts, hanging just barely within the confines
of a white bikini top. Above them, a truly lovely face framed by golden blonde
hair turned his way, and a pair of piercing blue eyes met his.
Without missing a beat, Rebecca Romijn asked Manon, "WHERE'D YOU FIND YOUR
LITTLE FRIEND?"
Manon turned her head and called up, "OH, HI REBECCA! HE'S THE GUY WHO WAS
TAKING THE TEST SHOTS TODAY. POOR GUY SEEMS TO HAVE SUFFERED A CASE OF THE
SHRINKING FLU. I'VE BEEN HAVING SOME FUN WITH HIM."
"REALLY? WHAT KIND OF FUN?" Rebecca asked, a knowing grin on her face. "THE
BEST KIND," Manon giggled. "CARE TO TAKE HIM FOR A WHILE? I DON'T MIND SHARING,
BUT JUST REMEMBER — HE'S MINE!"
A big grin crossed Rebecca's face then as she reached for Joe. He stumbled
backwards, but soon found himself in the giant blonde's grip. "OKAY IF I TAKE
HIM BACK TO MY PLACE? I'LL BRING HIM TO THE PARTY TONIGHT SO ALL THE GIRLS CAN
MEET HIM!"
"SURE," Manon said. "THEY CAN LOOK AND PLAY WITH HIM SOME, BUT TONIGHT, HE'S
ALL MINE!"
"THANKS!" Rebecca said, pulling open her shorts and panties and dropping a
struggling Joe inside. "HE FEELS SO GOOD ALREADY!"
With that, Joe's career as a swimsuit photographer ended before it began. But
little did any of the other photographers realize that when the pictures for the
next swimsuit issue were taken, their missing comrade was snug inside some of
his favorite suits as the models smiled for the camera ... and for him.
* * *
Chapter 3: "A Little Research"
CULDESAC, Idaho — Bob felt the crush of bodies tumbling around him as he and
the others struggled in the darkness of the giant book bag. With a sudden thud
the bag landed hard. Bob heard some of the people moaning and one of the women
crying.
A light appeared overhead, and Bob looked up to see Amy's giant face. She was
a pleasant-looking girl, although far from stunning. Still, her 16-year-old
features showed the promise of better days ahead.
Amy was the daughter of Dr. Terri Fick, a scientist seeking a vaccine and
possible cure for the strange shrinking disease he and the other nine people in
the bag all suffered from. Just last week, Amy had discovered the shrunken
people while visiting her mother in the lab. She had been immediately
fascinated, but her mother warned her to leave the little people alone.
Not dissuaded, Amy had snuck into her mother's lab and kidnapped the ten of
them. Looking up into her enormous face, her dirty blonde hair hanging loosely
down and a mischievous glint in her eye, Bob wondered what Amy would do with
them.
The world turned upside down as Amy dumped the tiny people onto her gigantic
bed. Fighting off his own dizziness, Bob looked around and found his girlfriend
Robin not far away. Stumbling over to her, he hugged her close, asking "Are you
okay?"
"Um, yeah, for now, I think," Robin stammered.
Bob had met Robin at the clinic where they were both test subjects. She was
an extremely attractive blonde with a nicely curved body, and Bob could scarcely
believe it when she agreed to go out with him. Of course, "go out" was a
relative term. Dr. Fick was kind enough to give them a cage to themselves from
time to time, but they really couldn't go anywhere at their present size. Once
6'1" tall, Bob had shrunk down to about four and a half inches, while the
once-5'4" Robin was a comparatively tall five inches — just half an inch taller,
but it seemed like more than eight inches to Bob.
Looking up, Bob saw that Amy wasn't the only giant girl in the room. On the
other side of the bed was a big-chested blonde wearing a pair of tight jean
shorts and a white blouse tied in a knot below her breasts. To her right was a
pretty brunette wearing a blue T-shirt and regular jeans. Amy was wearing a
one-piece red pullover dress that hugged her legs at about mid-thigh. All the
girls were giggling.
As Staci looked down at the tiny people, a tingle of excitement ran
throughout her body, starting from between her legs. One of these tiny people
will be scratching that itch soon enough, she thought.
"Hello little people," Amy began from across the bed. "I'm sure you all
remember me, but I'd like to introduce you to my friends. The blond girl whose
chest you guys have all been staring at is Staci, and next to her is my friend
Jennifer. And now I'm sure they're both anxious to meet all of you."
"Let's see," she continued, pointing to a pair of boys standing off to one
side. One was about four inches tall, the other about a half inch shorter. "You
girls remember Jim and Matt, right?"
Staci and Jennifer both nodded. Staci had known Matt since elementary school,
and always thought of him as a geek. Jim, the taller of the two, had been a
running back on their high school's football team until he became the second
person at the school, after Matt, who shrunk. The government set up a research
center in Culdesac largely because it was so unusual to have two people so close
in age and location both succumb to the strange plague.
"Let me introduce you to the others," Amy said, pointing to them one at a
time and reading from a chart she held. "That two-inch guy there must be Dave.
He's 34, is married and has two kids. Rod here is the tall guy at six inches.
He's 24, and used to be a car mechanic. Peter here is 46, and apparently a
fairly rich businessman, married to a former model, with no kids. He's just
three inches. Then there's Bob, four and a half inches, 28, unemployed; Robin,
25 years old and five inches tall; Kate here is just 19 and a tiny one and a
half inches; Dan is 42, a teacher, and two and a half inches; and somewhere ..."
Amy paused, looking around the bed. "Here we go. This tiny speck here is Mark.
He's 31 and used to be one of the scientists researching the disease. Now he's
just a quarter of an inch tall."
"Say hello to your new owners, people!" Amy laughed. When they didn't
respond, she pounded the bed with her fist, sending them flying. "A little
louder, if you don't mind," she suggested.
A varied chorus of hellos and "hi"s rose from the bed as Staci considered
what to do with the little people. "Can we start playing with them now?" she
asked.
"Sure, Staci. You first." Amy said.
"Cool. Let's save our two friends here for last," Staci said, grabbing Jim
and Matt and stuffing each into one of her bra cups. She massaged her breasts
and felt them wiggling against her nipples. "Bet you guys never thought you'd
get this close to me, huh?" she laughed.
Reaching down, she flicked Dave off the bed. He landed on the soft rug dizzy,
but in one piece. "Now we're gonna play a little game of tag," Staci said. "Us
girls are going to chase after you, and try to ‘tag' you with our feet. Of
course, with our size, we'll probably crush you, but that's your problem, right
little man?"
Dave was petrified when he heard Staci's words from far above. Tag? They were
going to step on him like a bug! He looked over at Staci's feet, which were in a
pair of open-toed heels. They were enormous, and above them rose the immense
weight of her body, deceptively supported by a pair of smooth, sexy legs. Legs
and feet that would soon crush the life out of him, if Staci were serious. As
she stepped toward him, he knew she was.
An immense object suddenly landed just inches away to his right, and the
force of the impact knocked him down again. Looking over, he saw a giant bare
foot. Looking way, way up, he saw Amy's grinning face. Her foot was between him
and the bed, blocking off one possible escape route.
Jumping back on his feet, Dave ran to his left, toward what appeared to be a
closet. If he could get there, he just might find a hiding place. Staci's shoe
landed right next to him, her immense toes brushing against him for a moment.
The near miss sent him to the floor again, but he stumbled forward toward the
closet. He wasn't going to make it.
Then Staci's toes hit him from behind and sent him literally flying toward
the closet. He landed in a daze, the breath knocked out of him. Looking up, he
saw Staci and Amy looming high overhead, looking down at him.
"WELL, THAT WAS A QUICK GAME, LITTLE MAN," Staci's voice boomed. "IT LOOKS
LIKE YOU'RE IT," she said, raising her heel over him.
Dave got up quickly and made one final, mad dash toward a pair of high-heel
shoes in front of the closet. One lay on its side, and he was able to dive in
just as Staci's enormous foot came down in front of it.
Panting, Dave looked out at the two giantesses overhead. From his
perspective, they appeared about 200 feet tall.
"LOOKS LIKE HE GOT AWAY FROM YOU STACI," Amy said. "AND SINCE HE'S IN MY
SHOE, I GUESS THAT MEANS HE'S WAITING FOR ME."
With that, Dave was thrown backwards into the depths of the shoe as Amy
picked it up. His head in the toe of the shoe, he looked past his own feet to
see Amy's gigantic toes coming toward him. Her strong scent filled the shoe as
her toes moved over and past his head, the ball of her foot coming down over his
chest. The underside of her toes filled his vision.
His mind raced, desperately seeking an escape. But there was none. He was
trapped, and he knew death would come soon. He thought of his wife and their
children. They would probably never know what happened to him, how he was
mercilessly crushed to death under a teenage girl's toes.
Then the pressure started to build, and he could no longer breathe. He felt
the blood being pushed to his head as he pounded on the underside of Amy's toes.
But she didn't let up. Instead, Dave could hear her and the other girls laughing
as his ribs cracked.
For a moment, his world was filled with nothing but pain, the overpowering
scent of a girl's toes and her thunderous laughter. Then, nothing.
Pulling off her shoe, Amy dumped what was left of Dave into her wastebasket,
wiping the blood out with a Kleenex. "That was awesome! Who's next?" she asked.
"Hey, old man," Jennifer said, reaching down to pick up Peter. "What kind of
business did you run that got you so rich?"
"W-we made garbage disposals," he stammered in her grasp. "P-please put me
down!"
"Really?" Jennifer asked. "Amy, do you have a garbage disposal?"
"Sure," Amy said, smiling as she realized Jennifer's idea. "Come with me.
Staci, do you mind keeping an eye on the others? You can play with one if you
like."
"No problem," Staci said, already reaching toward the bed for Dan. "You girls
have fun, I've got a present for Dan here."
Jennifer followed Amy into the kitchen, and dropped Peter into the sink Amy
pointed to.
"So, little guy, is that one of yours?" she asked.
Peter anxiously glanced over at the giant hole in the smooth metal floor. "I
don't know!" he yelled. "How could I possibly tell from here?"
"Well then," Jennifer said, flipping the switch below the sink to activate
the garbage disposal. "I guess you need to take a closer look."
Peter fell on his backside when the metal floor beneath him started vibrating
like an intense earthquake. Above, he saw Jennifer and Amy leaning over the
sink. As Amy turned on the water, Jennifer reached for a sprayer.
"CAN YOU TELL YET?" Jennifer asked, and not waiting for an answer, sprayed
him with a powerful stream of water. Peter slid toward the hole, unable to get a
grip on the smooth, wet metal.
"No! Stop it! Please, you'll kill me!" Peter yelled, much to the delight of
the girls, who started giggling in earnest.
"POOR GUY," Jennifer said mockingly. "LOOKS LIKE YOUR WHOLE LIFE IS GOING
DOWN THE DRAIN!"
As another burst of water hit him, Peter slid closer to the hole, until his
feet were dangling over its edge. "CLOSE ENOUGH TO TELL YET?" Jennifer asked.
"No! Stop, please! No!!!" Peter yelled. "GUESS NOT. LET'S GET YOU JUST A BIT
CLOSER."
With another burst of water, Peter tumbled into the hole, just managing to
get a grip on the rim of the drain. The vibrations from the disposal were making
it difficult to hold on, however.
No! This can't be happening to me, he thought. Looking up, he saw the cruel
giantesses laughing, saw Jennifer wave goodbye, saw her press down once again on
the handle of the sprayer.
He lost his grip as the water struck him and knocked him into the dark drain.
He felt something hit him hard as he fell, and then his life was over as the
blades ground his body into a mushy pulp.
Meanwhile, Staci had put Dan on the nightstand next to the bed and began
doing a slow striptease for him. She untied her shirt and pulled it off, but she
left on her bra with the two boys still trapped inside. They were still
struggling and Staci was enjoying it far too much to let them out just yet.
She kicked off her heels and unbuttoned her shorts, letting them fall around
her ankles. Then she slowly, slowly, slowly pulled her bright pink panties down
past her hips, allowing Dan to take in the sheer immensity of her vulva that
hovered inches above him as he stood on the table.
Turning around, she ordered him, "Kiss my ass, teacher!"
She felt Dan step forward and begin kissing and caressing her buttocks. "Hey
Jim and Matt. I know you guys can hear me," she said, putting her hands over her
breasts and giving them — and the tiny guys against them — a slight squeeze. "I
want you guys to start sucking my nipples. And you'd better do a good job!"
Actually, both Jim and Matt were far too small to actually suck on her
nipples, but she could feel them trying, and that coupled with the feeling of
Dan kissing and caressing her ass was driving her close to an orgasm. She
reached out and grabbed Rod off the bed, immediately pulling off the tiny gown
the clinic gave all its miniature people for clothing.
She heard Rod screaming, but didn't care as she immediately plunged him
headfirst between her labia. She pushed him in up to his ankles, and delighted
in his squirmings deep inside her.
With Rod inside her, Jim and Matt working on her nipples and Dan on her ass,
Staci could hold back no longer. Her breathing became quick and shallow as she
began pumping Rod in and out of her body. Finally she pushed him deep inside and
left him there as the most intense orgasm she ever felt washed over her body
like a tidal wave.
Her legs turned to rubber and she allowed herself to fall face down onto the
bed. At that point, she wasn't sure where the little people on the bed were, and
she didn't care. She also ignored the frantic struggles from underneath her
breasts as they pressed against the bed, but she did feel the weakening
struggles from deep inside her vagina as she enjoyed the afterglow of her
titanic climax.
Within the wet, dark channel of Staci's vagina, Rod's death was a painful
one. Surrounded by her flowing juices he had no air to breathe, but it probably
didn't matter since his ribs had been broken and crushed into his lungs by her
powerful climax. Even now he tried to claw his way out of the dark tomb, but he
knew it was useless as his life slowly ebbed away.
Smothered by the enormous weight of Staci's breasts, Jim and Matt fared no
better.
Matt couldn't help thinking how ironic it was that after all the time he
spent daydreaming of feeling and kissing Staci's gorgeous breasts, he was now
going to die like a helpless bug beneath their soft weight.
Jim thought about all the times that he watched Staci with the other
cheerleaders during football games. He always knew he could have her any time he
wanted, but there were always other girls, friendlier girls who would do
anything for him. Little could he have known that one day those breasts he so
often saw bouncing in her tight cheerleader's uniform would slowly smother him.
The irony was thick, but the air wasn't as both boys suffocated.
Amy and Jennifer returned to the bedroom to find Staci snoozing contentedly
on the bed. Looking down, Amy saw three of the little people cowered near her on
the bed, but the others were missing.
"Staci, wake up!" Amy yelled.
Staci rolled over on the bed — as the little people avoided her — and sat up.
"You wouldn't believe what I just did!" she said excitedly. "I had four of
the guys working on me all at once. I've never been so turned on in my life!"
"Where are they now?" Amy asked.
"Well, let's see," Staci said, removing her bra. The smothered bodies of Jim
and Matt tumbled to the bed. "Well, looks like those two had a little too much
of me," she said, giggling. Reaching between her legs, she pulled out the broken
corpse of Rod, still coated in her cum. "Looks like he REALLY had too much of
me!"
"Well, I hope you saved some for us," Amy said. "Where are Dan and Mark? I
don't see them."
The girls looked around and found Dan trying to hide under the bed. The
minuscule Mark was nowhere to be seen, and they finally gave up the search.
"Amy, do you mind if I use your shower?" Staci asked. "Go ahead," Amy said.
With that, Staci disappeared into the bathroom, and the other girls turned
their attention to the remaining four. Looking at Dan, Amy got an evil idea. She
reached into her closet and pulled out a glass jar full of pennies. She dumped
the pennies onto the floor and dropped the naked Dan into the jar.
Dan looked through the glass and saw Amy begin to pull off her dress. Unlike
Staci, she did it quickly, not worrying about making a show of it. She tossed
aside her bra and panties and reached for the jar again. As she lowered it
between her legs so that her labia filled the entire opening, Dan began to
suspect what she had in mind.
But his suspicions couldn't prepare him for the tidal wave of piss that
struck him in the face, knocking him down and flooding all around him. He gagged
as he tasted Amy's acidic urine in his mouth, and struggled to get his head
above the surface as it flooded the jar.
Finally the stream stopped and he was able to catch a few gasps of air. He
looked up and saw Amy screw a metal lid onto the top of the jar. He was trapped,
treading urine, and his air supply had just been cut off. Even if he could keep
his head above the urine, he suspected there wasn't enough air in the jar for
more than an hour or so.
"WELL TEACHER, LOOKS LIKE YOU JUST LEARNED A LESSON ABOUT TRYING TO ESCAPE
FROM YOUR NEW OWNERS," Amy boomed, her laughter further degrading him.
As Amy watched him struggle to stay afloat, Dan saw Jennifer in back of her
begin to undress.
Jennifer had ripped the gowns off the remaining shrunken people, and was idly
running her finger over their bodies. She was particularly intrigued by the two
women, with their tiny, tiny breasts and nipples. Both were very attractive,
with Robin's long blonde hair framing a perfect face and a shapely five-inch
body, and Kate's light brown hair flowing well past her shoulders to partially
obscure her own perky breasts and firm body.
"So Bob," she asked, "what do you think of your two friends? Pretty hot, huh?
But they can't compete with this." She pulled off her T-shirt and pants, kicking
away the sneakers and socks she wore. Then she unclasped her bra, casually
letting it drop to the floor, and slowly pulled down her panties.
She sat on the bed, spreading her legs in front of Bob and the two women,
giving them a grand view.
By then Kate was sobbing. Jennifer looked down at her and laughed. "Poor
Kate," she chided. "Such a pretty little woman, but your whole body can't even
compare to the size of a 15-year-old's tits!" She gently picked up Kate and
began rubbing her body over her nipples, enjoying the feeling of dominance.
Then she smiled as an idea struck her.
"Tell you what, little woman. Let's see if I can make you feel better. How'd
you like to become a part of me? I think I'll swallow you, take you inside of me
and digest you, and absorb you into my body. Would you like that?"
Jennifer raised Kate over her mouth and dropped her inside.
Kate landed on her tongue and immediately reached for the opening of her
mouth. But it closed in front of her hands, leaving her in the wet darkness.
She had been scared before, but now she was absolutely terrified. Jennifer's
tongue rolled over her body, tasting it, covering it with her saliva. She tried
to beat off the tongue with her fists, but it was no use.
Slowly, she felt herself being moved to the back of Jennifer's mouth. Kate
reached out and tried to grab a hold of Jennifer's teeth, but the huge tongue
pushed her away.
Finally, as the saliva surrounded her, a sudden gulp pushed Kate down
Jennifer's esophagus. Kate tried to brace herself against the sides of the
narrow channel, but Jennifer's throat muscles kept pushing her down, until she
landed in Jennifer's stomach.
Kate felt a stinging in her hands and feet as she tried desperately to climb
back out, but the motions of Jennifer's stomach forced her back until she was
surrounded by burning stomach acid. Kate screamed in agony, but there was no one
to hear. She was literally in hell for the next several minutes, until the
intense pain of her flesh slowly dissolving finally caused her to pass out.
Mark desperately clung to the giant strands of Staci's blonde hair as she
strode into the bathroom. He had been on the bed when Staci lay down in the
throes of her Bromdignagian climax, and her hair had surrounded him. He had held
on to it when she finally got up, thinking it may be a way to eventually escape,
but as the floor sped by about 1,500 feet below, he began to question the wisdom
of his decision.
He knew she was about to take a shower, but he could think of no way to
disentangle himself from her hair and escape before that happened. He held on
for dear life as she turned on the water, adjusted it to the proper temperature,
and stepped into the shower.
At first he was safe as she soaked her body, turning under the warm stream of
water and massaging her breasts. But soon she dipped her head under the intense
flow and Mark could no longer hold his grip.
He slid slowly down the back of her head. Her hair slowed his descent, but it
was now far too slippery for him to get a firm grip as the water continued to
push him. Then, like an intense water slide, he slid quickly down the soft skin
of her back until he became trapped between her buttocks.
The firm skin pressed against him as she lathered up her ass cheeks. He
couldn't find a grip as the soapy water again washed him down, out from between
her cheeks. He landed on her hand as it lathered her upper thighs, and he was
dizzily swept over her body as she continued soaping up.
He finally slid off her hand as it reached up to her face, and for a moment
he hung on her chin, just below her huge pouty lips. But then he was washed down
again to land on her right breast. He slid over the smooth skin until he hit her
nipple, which he clung to desperately. The nipple was at least three, possibly
four times his own size!
Although he held his grip as best as his little muscles were able, he could
not hold on as she rinsed herself under the shower. He was rapidly washed down
her stomach, in and out of the cave of her belly button, and into her crotch.
For just a few seconds her pubic hairs slowed him down again as he was washed
past her vulva, but then he quickly slid down her right leg to her toes.
He tried to grasp her toes anywhere he could, but after a few desperate
seconds he was washed completely off her body and was caught in a river of water
headed straight for the drain. He looked up at her immense, beautiful body and
desperately called out for help, but the giantess could not possibly hear his
tiny voice.
Still looking up at her beauty, he was swirled once, twice around the drain,
and then plunged into darkness.
Bob clung tightly to Robin as the two of them lay on the gigantic bed between
Jennifer's enormous legs. They were the last two people left, and by now they
both knew the giant girls considered their lives inconsequential to their own
pleasures.
Amy sat on the bed next to Jennifer, leaving Dan to his struggles in the
urine-filled jar. Bob looked up and saw her face between her gargantuan naked
breasts, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO WITH THESE LAST TWO LOVEBIRDS, JEN?" Amy asked her
friend. "THE OTHERS GOT ME SO HORNY," Jennifer began, "DO YOU MIND IF I PLAY A
GAME WITH THESE TWO?"
"THEY'RE ALL YOURS," Amy boomed. "I STILL GOT MY GUY IN THE JAR, AND I CAN
GET MORE LITTLE PEOPLE ANY TIME I WANT."
"COOL," Jennifer said, looking down at Bob and Robin hugging each other in
fear between her giant thighs. "YOU REALLY LIKE YOUR LITTLE GIRLFRIEND THERE,
DON'T YOU BOB?" she asked. Bob nodded meekly, afraid of what might be coming
next. "WELL WHY DON'T YOU MAKE LOVE TO ME INSTEAD? JUST WALK RIGHT UP AND CLIMB
INTO MY PUSSY, MASSAGE MY CLIT, WHATEVER IT TAKES TO MAKE ME CUM."
Bob tightened his grip around Robin's waist. He pulled her closer, and her
breast nudged against his cheek. "Fuck off, bitch!" he yelled.
"WELL IF YOU DON'T WANT TO, THEN I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO USE YOUR LITTLE WOMAN
THERE," Jennifer said, reaching for Robin. Bob held her as tightly as he could,
but Jennifer's giant fingers simply slapped him away. She began to slowly push
Robin into her enormous cunt feet-first.
"No! Don't do that! Please!" Bob yelled, running toward Jennifer's crotch
where Robin was slowly disappearing. Suddenly a hand swept him away. He looked
up and saw Staci bending over the bed, her large breasts swinging freely
overhead. She had just stepped out of the shower.
"YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE, LITTLE MAN, NOW IT'S YOUR LITTLE GIRLFRIEND'S TURN,"
Staci's booming laughter ended the sentence.
Jennifer plunged Robin in up to her neck while the other girls watched,
giggling. Bob watched too, in helpless horror.
"LET HIM GO, STACI," Jennifer said. "LET'S GIVE LITTLE LOVER BOY A CHANCE TO
SAVE HIS GIRLFRIEND." Looking down at Bob, she added, "IF YOU CAN PULL HER OUT
I'LL LET YOU BOTH LIVE. OTHERWISE SHE'LL DIE IN THERE, AND YOU'LL SPEND THE REST
OF YOUR LIFE AS MY PERSONAL SEX TOY. GOOD LUCK LITTLE MAN!"
Bob raced toward Robin's screaming face, but Jennifer spread her legs a
little more and Robin disappeared between her enormous labia. Bob tried to climb
up Jennifer's vulva, reaching inside of her to find Robin, but couldn't keep his
balance. Meanwhile, his efforts were bringing Jennifer closer and closer to an
orgasm.
Finally his hand found one of Robin's arms and he began pulling.
Inexplicably, Jennifer relaxed her muscles and allowed him to pull Robin out as
far as her stomach. But then Jennifer's vaginal muscles clamped down again, and
Bob looked up to see an evil grin on her face. "KISS YOUR LITTLE LOVER GIRL
GOODBYE," she said.
Robin began screaming and Bob fought hard to keep her from being pulled back
in, but Jennifer's muscles were much stronger than he was. She won the deadly
tug-of-war and pulled Robin back inside. Bob continued to fight, climbing
between Jennifer's labia himself in an effort to save Robin, but Jennifer began
to climax and her cum washed him away, leaving Robin trapped inside.
Bob got up and continued his efforts to save his girlfriend, even though he
knew it was already too late. After a few minutes basking in the afterglow of
her orgasm, Jennifer reached in a couple of fingers and pulled Robin's shattered
body out, dropping it in front of him.
Bob, too, felt shattered as he looked up at the evil giantess' face. "LOOKS
LIKE YOU'RE ALL MINE NOW, BOBBY BOY," Jennifer said, and the other girls joined
in her laughter.
Dan watched helplessly from inside the jar as the girls got dressed. The
others agreed to let Jennifer keep Bob, and she dropped him down the front of
her panties just before she pulled her jeans back on. Once dressed, Amy placed
Dan's jar on the nightstand, and the three girls watched him struggle, laughing
while reminiscing about the day's fun, and coming up with ideas for the next
batch of little people Amy would kidnap.
The girls' fun was interrupted when Dr. Fick burst into the room shouting.
"AMY, DID YOU STEAL THOSE LITTLE PEOPLE? WHERE ARE THEY? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH
THEM?" she demanded. Noticing Dan in the piss-filled jar on the nightstand, she
gasped. "WHAT DID YOU DO?" she yelled again.
"MOM, WE WERE JUST HAVING SOME FUN," Amy began to explain. "WHERE ARE THE
REST OF THEM?" Dr. Fick repeated.
Amy pointed to the wastebasket where the girls had dumped the bodies of Jim,
Matt, Dave, Rod and Robin, and Dr. Fick gasped again. "ARE THEY ALL DEAD? YOU
KILLED THEM ALL?" she demanded.
"BUT MOM, THEY'RE JUST INSECTS. THEY'RE NOT REALLY PEOPLE ANYMORE," Amy
explained.
"GET OUT OF HERE NOW," Dr. Fick yelled at all the girls. "YOU WAIT FOR ME
DOWNSTAIRS, AMY. YOU ARE IN BIG TROUBLE."
The girls left the room, and Dr. Fick began cleaning up any trace that the
little people had been there, throwing their gowns and several bloody Kleenex in
the wastebasket with the bodies. Despite Dan's struggles, she seemed to be
ignoring him.
Finally she turned to face him, and Dan admired her features, the curve of
her body under her tight dress. He had always thought of Dr. Fick as an
extremely attractive woman, and had been happy to be one of her test subjects.
But now she looked at him with a frown on her face.
"I'M AFRAID I'M GOING TO HAVE TO GET RID OF YOU TOO, DAN," she said. "I HAVE
TO MAKE SURE NO ONE EVER FINDS OUT WHAT MY DAUGHTER DID TODAY. WHEN MY
COLLEAGUES AT THE LAB TOLD ME YOU SHRUNKEN PEOPLE WERE MISSING, I KNEW AMY MUST
HAVE TAKEN YOU, BUT I DON'T THINK ANYONE ELSE WILL FIGURE IT OUT. I'M SORRY, BUT
I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND."
With that, she picked up the jar and Dan was splashed around as she carried
it into the bathroom. She unscrewed the lid and he was finally able to catch a
breath of semi-fresh air, but then his world was upended as Dr. Fick poured the
contents of the jar — including him — into the toilet.
Fear hit Dan like a hammer as he tried to get a grip on the smooth white
porcelain. He looked up and saw Dr. Fick reaching for the handle.
"I'M REALLY SORRY ABOUT THIS," she said. "MAYBE SOMEDAY I'LL BE ABLE TO SAVE
LITTLE PEOPLE LIKE YOU."
With that, she pressed down on the handle and Dan was spun around in the
growing whirlpool. Reaching up helplessly toward the beautiful, giant woman,
Dan's mouth and lungs filled with water and urine as he was pulled down into the
pipes.
Dr. Fick heard the little man scream as she watched him get flushed away
forever. When he was gone, she wiped away a tear and turned out the lights as
she left the room.
* * *
Chapter 4: "... I wish I might ..."
(The following is an excerpt from "Small Dreams" by Charles Taggert,
coming in June 2002 from ZOT Publishing Inc.)
Loneliness — true loneliness — is a concept few people understand.
There had been times in my life before when I felt alone, but never like
this. I remember when I first moved across the country from my home in New
England, I felt utterly alone in a strange place. Then there were all the times
in my teenage years when girls shunned me, and I wasn't sure if I'd ever find a
girlfriend. I had even experienced the death of my parents in a drunken-driving
accident when I was just 19.
But never anything like this.
I was in a new world, and at just four inches in height, I had no hope of
ever returning to the old one. Everything, and everyone, seemed totally out of
reach.
What a fool I had been to assume Valerie would enjoy me at my new size. Just
because this had been what I wanted, what made me think she'd want it too? She
wanted a man who could hold her close at night, kiss her passionately, and
massage her back after a long day at work. She wanted a man who would be there
for her, be a source of strength when she needed it. What she didn't need was a
living sex toy, a pet she'd have to take care of the rest of her life with no
hope of the relationship ever becoming more than that. That was my dream, not
hers.
I paid the price for my foolishness, and in the process learned what
loneliness is all about.
Loneliness is watching the person you love stroll casually away, her face a
hundred feet above you, her long legs slowly disappearing into the distance with
each long stride.
Loneliness is watching cars speed by on a huge road while you cower in the
bushes, praying that one of them gets a flat tire so it will stop and the huge
people inside might find you and take you to safety. But at the same time, you
know those giants are part of another world now and don't even know of your
existence, or your struggle for survival taking place so near.
Loneliness is watching birds and other animals with their companions, and
feeling envy because they're with their own kind; but you are the only one of
your kind, left in a strange place to live out the rest of your days. At least
the animals had a home.
I don't know how long I lived in those woods, wallowing in sorrow. I think it
was months. It seemed like forever.
I got lucky and found an empty plastic milk bottle by the side of the road on
that first day. Even at my diminutive size it wasn't spacious and the entrance
mouth was a somewhat tight squeeze, but it was solid. It protected me from
nighttime predators, and it kept me dry when it rained.
I wish I could say I was as lucky with my menu. Water was no problem, since
there was a fresh stream nearby, but food was scarce.
At first I didn't eat at all, letting anguish overtake me, hoping maybe I'd
starve to death and my miserable existence would end. But hunger has a way of
driving a person on, almost forcing him to find the will to survive. At first I
nibbled on leaves, but found them ultimately unsatisfying. I searched in vain
for any discarded food left by careless campers, or tossed from a passing car.
Then I came across an anthill. Even at my size, they were small enough to
pose no real threat. And I was just hungry enough that they were starting to
look tasty.
I tried to kill one by stepping on it, but my weight had been reduced so much
that its protective shell provided enough protection to leave it merely stunned.
I picked up a nearby pebble and smashed its head in, then debated how to best
eat its remaining body. Finally I used the pebble and my bare hands to rip it
open, then raised it to my mouth and began chewing on its innards.
The gag reflex overtook me, and I spat out the morsels of greasy meat I had
found. But in the end hunger won, and I started killing more and more of the
small black ants. I ate my fill, and gathered several of the remaining corpses
in a leaf wrapping to bring back to my milk bottle home. I had found the will to
survive, but it would be several more months before I found the will to live
again.
My new beginning came suddenly.
It had been a good day for me. I had found part of a discarded candy bar on
my daily roadside excursion. It had ants crawling all over it, and I killed
several of them to eat later. Then I feasted on the remnants of the candy bar
until my head seemed to float on a sugar high. Content, I dragged the ants I had
killed back to my milk bottle home on a leaf.
I lay back on my bed of leaves and feathers and snoozed the afternoon away.
Then I awoke to a sound I hadn't heard in months — people talking. Young girls
from the sound of it. I could feel the vibrations in the ground as they came
closer.
I poked my head out the entrance of the milk bottle and looked up. I could
see them — two pretty young girls, maybe 13 or 14, strolling by the side of the
stream. They were the first humans I had seen since my ex-girlfriend left me
there alone. It seems strange, but after months of hoping someone would find me,
the sight of those giant girls scared me. They were so huge, they could trample
me underfoot, maybe without even noticing. My fear got the better of me and I
crawled back inside the bottle to hide.
I curled into the fetal position as their giant feet came closer, closer. For
one panicky moment, I thought one of the girls was about to step on my hiding
place. Then with just a casual swipe of her foot, she kicked my milk carton home
into the stream as she and her friend laughed over some shared joke.
I was knocked from one side of the bottle to the other, first from the impact
of the giant foot and then when the carton hit the water. The bottle bobbed in
the water, its entrance pointed skyward. Recovering my senses in the bottom, I
looked up helplessly. The exit seemed so close, but there was no way to scale
the sides of the bottle. And even if I could, I was still stuck floating down a
stream I didn't dare try to swim in.
A sudden shock hit the plastic bottle and I landed on my butt again. A splash
of water hit me in the face. Looking through the semi-transparent sides of the
bottle, I could see the next jolt coming. The bottle was about to hit a rock!
For at least an hour my turbulent journey continued. The stream was filled
with large rocks, and each time the bottle hit one it would tip over, allowing
water to flow in the opening. The hole slowly came closer as I tread water in my
rapidly-flooding home. The bottle was going to sink, and like it or not, I was
going to have to try to swim to safety.
Soon the bottle hit another rock and flooded completely. I started to go down
with it until I was able to pull myself out of the opening and swim to the
surface.
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