It has been five hundred years since Gulliver first made his famous voyage. The divergent world’s of Gulliver have merged to become one. Improved technology has proven the Brobdingnagans, the Lilliputians, and the Humans are all in fact genetically human. The only difference is that certain size genes are expressed more forcefully in some strains of people then in others.

This new technological enlightenment has forced political and social change in each of the societies towards the more liberal end of the spectrum. Integration and tolerance of each other have taken hold. Laws that used to strictly enforce segregation of the sects of men have been discarded and the groups are beginning to live and work amongst each other.

This cooperation has led to a dramatic economic expansion that has lifted all boats. On average and generally speaking the new thinking has improved life on the planet for all, though it has been a constant struggle. These are the stories of that struggle.

“Manslaughter! Jamie that’s not enough. What she did was egregious.” Said Matt. Who was the lead prosecutor in Deatsville, an experimental Lilliputian community located within the national jurisdiction of Brobdingnag proper. “Look that’s all I'm giving Matt and consider that generous. You would never be able to convict her in front of a Brobdignagan jury anyways.

You’re lucky that I sympathize with this social experiment and that my client has confessed to what she has done. Most lawyers would have told you to go to hell.” Said Jamie, the defense attorney, flashing a superior smile. A twinkle in her beautiful green eyes could be seen even across the video monitor, which transmitted the image of her face to Matt.

“Who said anything about a Brobdignagan jury! This crime was committed in Deatsville!” protested Matt. “I filed a motion to move the trial with the Deatsville superior judge today and he has agreed to hear my request.” Replied Jamie smugly. “The hearing is tomorrow. See you there.” And the image abruptly went blank as she hung up the call. “Bullshit!” said Matt as he quickly called the judge’s office.

The Next Day

Jamie was right. The judge had granted a hearing. Matt couldn’t believe it. The crimes that Brandy Shaw had committed in all honesty demanded a war tribunal: 1,362 dead millions in damages. Yet, here they were. The hearing had been moved away from the Deatsville courthouse and out onto the city supply yard, where supplies purchased from Brobdingnag were placed and then trucked into town. This was done so that Jamie Kriegmonanich could attend the hearing.

Matt had arrived early to plead with the judge, “Judge, look at what she did to our town! You can’t be serious…” “Silence!” barked the judge. “I am well aware of the extent of damage done. However, there are other concerns that we face.

Only three years ago were we allowed to build this town, only 7 years ago, on the strength of scientific findings, were we recognized by the Brobdingnagans as creatures worthy of existence. I would like nothing more than to see that girl shot, but this is a very complicated matter which has ramifications further than the dispensation of justice in this specific matter!” Justified the judge as he shut his transport door.

Just after the judge had finished his tirade a loud rumbling shook the very ground that they were standing on. First they saw the top of her blond head, then her face came into view, followed by the swells of her gigantic blouse covered breasts (large by even Brobdignagan standards), then her hour glass hips gave way to long legs hugged by a tight skirt that stopped just below her knees then finally her giant shoes (high heels) came into view as she came closer and closer to the supply depot.

She was taller then Matt imagined. He could only speculate on her height, but to him it would be measured in miles. Everyone else who was there was similarly shocked by the immensity of her proportions. She was carrying a legal briefcase that was maybe half the size of the Deatsville business district. “OK, judge I’m on the depot where do I need to be?” she asked switching hands with the briefcase and scanning the ground.

“Bailiff, the signal.” The judge ordered and loud hissing noises were heard as several huge flares went screaming into the sky and exploded high overhead. Jamie’s eyes caught the flare explosions probably knee high and about three more paces directly in front of her. She followed the smoke trails down to the ground to what looked like a very small circle of debris.

She quickly made the distance and knelt down. Surveying the scene from directly above she recognized the tiny circle (about an inch or two in diameter) as being made of tiny lilliputian vehicles. She strained her eyes in the center where there were even smaller dots measuring fractions of an inch. She set her briefcase down to her side and hunched over squinting.

“Judge is that you?” She asked. She had only seen the judge and the prosecutor on video conference, a media that definitely did not transmit their true dimensions well. On video it was as if she was talking to real people, but now...well lets just say she could squish the entire superior court of Deatsville under her thumb if she were so inclined. She stopped her descent until her eyes were just above the group standing in the middle, where there seemed to be some kind of commotion.

Everyone who was standing had been knocked to the ground at this point. Even a few of the vehicles had been overturned. The judge quickly reached into his pocket pulling out what looked like an enormous walkie-talkie. “Jamie, please...put your ear piece in!” rang the judges words amplified over loud speakers. “Oh, the ear piece I forgot.” Said Jamie who straightened up and grabbed her briefcase pulling an ear piece out.

Matt didn’t know if Jamie had heard the judge or just remembered, but evidently the ear piece she was putting in was wired into the court sound system. When Jamie had gotten the equipment in her ear she heard the tail end of the commotion from below. “You OK judge.” She heard the bailiff call. “Yes. Yes. Get some men and get those transports turned back over.” Ordered the judge.

“Your honor that won’t be necessary.” Said Jamie. As she leaned in very close so her gigantic green eye, which easily was over a hundred feet in diameter, was directly above. She used it to identify the turned over vehicles then rose up slightly and very carefully lowered a long slender finger capped with a shiny red nail maybe 50 foot long.

The judge yelled, “No! You are too big!” But Jamie either did not hear or ignored him as she gently flipped the minuscule transports right side up again. “All done.” She said with an enormous toothy smile. However, these pearly whites were building sized to the Lilliputians below. “Yes, Thank you counselor but now lets see if we can get this hearing underway. Bailiff!” barked the judge.

“All rise the honorable….whoah…” yelped the bailiff as the ground once again began to rumble and shake and the wind began blowing. Matt could not help laugh at the fact that Jamie’s chair had fallen over. Who was stupid enough in this kangaroo court to bring a chair for her? Everyone looked up in amazement as Jamie had once again had risen to her full height. Only this time she was looming directly overhead almost straddling them. It was very dark but Matt thought he saw the outline of some sort of thong.

“Right.” Said the bailiff “…ummm Judge Hershel Walters presiding. Petition of extradition of the defendant Brandy Shaw to Brobdignagan jurisdiction.” Matt looked to his sides. The largest pair of heels he had ever seen flanked him on both sides. He looked up. He was terrified simply being this close. It made him wonder how the victims must have felt being under attack by someone equally large - it only increased his resolve.

“Your honor I move for summary dismissal!” blurted Matt. “This is a farce. To agree to this is downright abdication of our sovereignty to the Brobdingnagans!” He went on. “That’s fine but at least let me sit down first.” Responded the judge sitting. “Motion denied.” Quipped the judge as he settled in his seat. “Counselor present your motion.” Ordered the judge looking up at Jamie.

“Thank you your honor.” Said Jamie smiling. “Judge, with your permission I would like to demonstrate why it would be impossible to have this trial in Deatsville, but I will need some leeway to do so.” She said pausing for permission. “Your leeway is granted, but just remember this is a court room not a circus.” Warned the judge.

“This is certainly an odd place for a hearing don’t you think?” asked Jamie. Matt knew exactly where she was going with this. “I presume we are here for my benefit which I certainly appreciate, but I don’t have a desk or even a chair. Suppose I would like to approach?” She slowly lifted her foot and everyone screamed as it descended directly onto the area demarcated for the hearing.

When the shaking stopped everyone opened their eyes and noticed that the arch of Jamie’s high-heeled shoe canopied them. Towering overhead some several hundred feet. “Is this how I would do it? Or this?” she said as she stepped back and lowered her self down on all four’s allowing her face to loom above everyone, however, her long blonder hair began to cascade down falling into the demarcated area. “Your point is made! As you were.” barked the judge. But Jamie did not feel that it was made and continued.

“I don’t think it is. And besides why should I listen to you?” Jamie lowered herself until her full red lips were right above the hearing. All she need do would be pucker and kiss and everyone in the superior court of Deatsville would be gone. “Enough! I will have order in this court.” Demanded the judge. Jamie immediately backed up and away somewhat though was still on all fours.

“You see judge how impractical this would be. And not only would you have me but you would have the defendant present as well. And since no one would be capable to serve as a proper bailiff with us present you would need to borrow at least two bailiff’s from Brobdingnagan four a total of four Brobdingnagans to accommodate. I don’t think there would be much of Deatsville left sir.” Jamie honestly pointed out.

“Objection!” Matt blurted. “The accused or council need not be physically present. We can set up a video feed for them.” Reasoned Matt. “He has a point counselor.” Responded the judge looking up. “Sure that could be done, but it is a right, in both our legal systems, of the accused to face the accuser in trial. Furthermore, say you convict her. How will you force her to comply? Where will you put her? You haven’t got a building that can house her foot much less her whole body.” Jamie cracked a winning smile. Her logic was undeniable.

“You would have to house her in a Brobdignagan prison. I’m sure that my government would only accept this if she was properly convicted in a Brobdingnagan court.” Added Jamie. “Sorry, Matt. She speaks the truth. We do not have the facilities to hold this trial or to imprison the accused were she convicted. Motion granted. Jurisdiction is transferred to the Brobdingnagans. Prosecution will have to co-ordinate with the Brobdingnag justice department.” Commanded the judge.

6 hours later

The videophone rang. It was Jamie. Matt didn’t want to answer, but now that the jurisdiction had been transferred he figured he ought to at least hear her out. “Counselor you can’t have been surprised. The ruling was the correct one. You had to see that coming.” Said Jamie flashing that winning smile. She was wearing the same blouse from earlier though it was unbuttoned a bit putting a long cleavage line on display.

The tricks the videophone could play on you were amazing. By simply looking at Jamie’s picture on the screen anyone could mistake her for just any Lilliputian hottie next door, but Matt knew better. He had seen her in the flesh. He knew that the long crease between her breasts that he was now transfixed by would be an enormous canyon for him measured in thousands of feet.

“You realize manslaughter is gone now.” She said confidently. “My position now is endangerment on all counts and they can be served concurrently…” “You’re out of your mind.” Matt interrupted. “Maybe. But you have to come to Brobdignagan and convince a jury of Brandy’s peers that she should get serious time for killing your peers.” Jamie said flatly.

That was the rub. He would have to convince Brobdingnagans that murdering Lilliputian's mattered. To them he wasn’t much more than lent. Jamie knew this and he knew this, but he had to try. It was the only chance at justice for all the grieving families.

“Look, I’m not a monster. Come to my place we’ll have some drinks and do a deal. Brandy will serve time. You’ll be famous; the first Lilliputian to put a Brobdignagan behind bars. And you never know I have been known to be amenable to persuasion.” Added Jamie.

“I’m forwarding the directions now.” She said. “Sure. Just realize I can’t sell out these victims and their families.” Matt responded. “You know nobility looks good on you counselor. Not to mention you’re easy on the eyes. See you at 8.” Said Jamie.

What the Lilliputians lacked in size they made up for in numbers. Of the 33 million people that lived in Deatsville (a small population by Lilliputian standards) most worked for companies that were employed in services to the Brobdingnagans. Therefore, small tubes for transport led to almost every house in Brobdignagan. This network had been installed and built by the Lilliputians themselves with the consent of the Brobdingnagans of course.

Matt reached his destination and clicked the alert button. He got out of his transport and entered Jamie’s house through the transport network and was now on her kitchen counter where the on and off ramp to the transport network had been installed. The button he had just pushed alerted her of his presence.

He cut his engine off and the transport he was hovering in produced hidden wheels from panels under the carriage onto which it dropped. The Lilliputians were very advanced technologically, which was one of the reasons they were not wiped out by the Brobdingnagans or the Gullivererans (smaller giants of whom the Lilliputians had first made contact 500 years ago).

Jamie poked her head around the corner. “Just got out of the shower go ahead to the living room. You can park on the coffee table next to the recliner I’ll be out in a minute.” She explained. Matt put on his communicator. “Sounds good.” Responded Matt. He heard is own voice amplified over speakers that were installed in the corners of every room in the house.

Matt got back in his transport and flipped it into manual mode and the craft instantly lifted off of the ground as the wheels ducked back into their compartments. From the side wings extended outwards from different compartments and a steering wheel folded out towards him from the dash. He took the controls and away he flew through the kitchen to the hall and swinging right to the living room ultimately settling on the coffee table where Jamie had suggested he parked.

He switched off his vehicle and got out. There was a remote control much bigger than a football field. There was also an almost empty glass of bourbon the size of skyscraper. Matt noticed red lipstick stains on the top. “Oh…I feel so much better.” he heard Jamie say as he turned and saw her walking to the recliner.

She was wearing a pink bathrobe, which hung low revealing deep canyon like cleavage that only a well-endowed brobdignagan could possess. She sauntered over to the recliner and sat next to the table that Matt was standing on. He felt a jolt as her gigantic body came to rest abruptly in the chair beside him.

“So counselor. It looks like I have all the cards.” Said Jamie smiling and leaning over to face Matt. Matt gulped looking up passed the glass of bourbon to the contorting swells of pink bathrobe holding back, what would be to him, tons and tons of tit flesh. The neck was open and a plunging line split the middle. She smiled at him her face beaming like a spot light. He was wondering why he had come, but then remembered he was fighting for the best deal he could get.

“It seems you are.” He replied. “So, care to throw me a bone or two? You know this Brandy girl is guilty. She deserves the chair. You know this.” He said looking up. She picked the glass up and took a swig. “Maybe so, but I have a duty to defend her to the best of my ability. And besides she was clearly provoked. The man that caused all of this was married and over twice her age. She was certainly ill equipped emotionally to handle him even if he was…” she paused. “Well you know what I mean.” She countered.

He did know what she meant and frankly it was absurd. It was true she was chatting with a married man online. They sent each other pictures and were into cyber-sex. Maybe this scumbag deserved what he got, but that did not excuse the collateral damage. “You know this is bigger than that!” replied Matt. “There were well over a thousand other innocent victims. These people deserve justice.” Matt explained. “And the video evidence is overwhelming. What she did was downright sadistic.” Matt exclaimed.

Jamie could feel his passion. Though he was only a spec of a man his presence was commanding. It was starting to turn her on. And he did have a point. This girl had killed hundreds of others, but only after this little creep had set her off. It could have happened to her in her youth. And really the Lilliputians are so small a flash of anger by Brandy or any Brobdignagan and many would perish. She began to wonder if the benefits of the new order were worth the costs.

“Look its not that I am unsympathetic to the loss of life but the facts are this: It will be up to you to convince a jury of Brobdingnagans that Brandy is guilty of murder. Since most people on that jury probably have eaten many Lilliputians (not long ago they were considered a delicacy like caviar) in their lifetime it will be a difficult sell.” There she said it. Those were the facts. Matt gulped. She did have a point. He wondered how many of his brothers and sisters found themselves in Jamie’s stomach in her youth.

“Then why did you invite me here, counselor?” posed Matt. “Well for one you are very charismatic and passionate and I admire that, but mainly well lets just say that my government and your government both would like to see a quick and painless settlement in this case that is agreeable to all involved.” She then turned up her glass and finished her bourbon.

Matt mulled this over. So, he did have some cards. He wondered if she had divulged this info because of the booze or because she liked him. Either possibility could be used to his advantage.

“So, counselor…Matt. Can I call you Matt? Is there a Mrs.? Or are you the stereotypical playboy?” pried Jamie. Matt noticed her face was flush and he decided he would play along. “Well I am dating someone, but we only just started.” He lied. In fact, he had been with his fiancé for three years, but if Jamie was sweet on him she would not care to hear that and he needed every advantage he could get if justice was to be done. “Say, you got something for me to drink?” posed Matt.

“I thought you would never ask.” Jamie opened the drawer beneath the table he was parked on and pulled out a tiny rectangle. This was no ordinary box it was an instant entertainment kit. It was made so that Brobdingnagans could entertain Lilliputians.

She sat it next to Matt. Walking up to the container he pulled a lever and the device transformed before his eyes into a self-serve bar complete with stools, booze, glasses, and the bar platform.

The device even began projecting a large hologram of him sitting at the bar up above him. This was so the Brobdingnagans would not have to constantly hover and squint over their guests. “Fix yourself anything you like while I get a refill.” Offered Jamie as got up and went to the kitchen for her booze.

1 hour later

Jamie had changed positions and was setting on the ground in front of the coffee table, which put her giant head just over Matt. He was sitting at the bar, which she had positioned so that he could see her face just above it as they spoke. She was laughing at a humorous story of a trial he had once participated in. Her chuckles were rocking the bar slightly back and forth.

“You are so funny.” She said finally. “I’m surprised some Lilliputian honey hasn’t snatched you up for good.” She added flushing slightly. “Your not bad yourself Jamie. You’re beautiful and intelligent and surprisingly single.” Matt schmoozed her. She giggled turning a deeper shade or scarlet. His plan was working. She was sweet on him. Justice may yet be possible.

She took another swig. “My goodness its getting warm.” She said reaching down and untying her robe, which was out of Matt’s sight being below the table. “I need a refill how about you. Are you as drunk as I am?” She asked standing up and looking down at him. “I’m drunk as a skunk, but I’ll make another.” He said looking up and then he spit out his drink.

Her robe was split open down the middle as she gazed glassy eyed down onto him. He could see the undersides of each enormous boob her entire midsection out to the cut in her hips where her figure curved in then widened again. He saw her smooth belly centered by her ‘inny’; the perfect amount of fat below which was a light patch of fur that dressed her gigantic vagina which seemed to be smiling proudly back at him.

She noticed his shock on the hologram, which had honestly come as a surprise to her. “Come on Matt. Surely you've seen a naked woman before?” Then she pieced it together and began to laugh. “Oh, how silly of me. You just have never seen one so big.” Smiling devilishly she flipped the robe over her shoulders and it slid down her to the ground.

Jamie stood totally nude before him. “So, how do I compare to those gnat sized women you're used to seeing?” she asked leaning in allowing her gigantic breasts to hang directly above him as she reached down for her glass. Matt was awestruck. He liked big breasts but this was ridiculous. “Ummm....uh....” Matt stammered.

The device that transformed into the bar that he was sitting at was dwarfed by either of her nipples. She looked down and noticed that as she leaned in and grabbed her glass her vagina had doused the hologram that was projecting the image of Matt to her.

Laughing she answered for him. “Its OK sweety. I'm more woman then you can imagine. All of the puny girls in your tiny town put together couldn't fill one of my bra cups. I doubt that even your tallest building could sate me, but for some reason YOU are peaking my interest stud.”

She retrieved her glass allowing him to mull her words over, turning she walked naked into the kitchen. Thinking of the possibilities, she hadn’t had sex in several months and wanted him bad, but it was absurd. Her pussy would annihilate him. He was simply too small and feeble to survive.

It must be hundreds of feet on his scale. She looked down to her twat and massaged it gently as she stood in front of the kitchen counter. It seemed so ordinary and nondescript, but it must be extraordinary for someone so tiny to behold. These thoughts turned her on even more sending her mind racing.

Matt was shaking as she walked away. Not caring to take in her gigantic, gorgeous butt as it disappeared into the kitchen. He was plain terrified. Boy had he gotten himself in over his head or what? His motives were noble. Yet, now he had a liquored up horny woman who happened to be miles tall in comparison with him to contend with. This was spinning out of control and he had to get out of here now. Hell just seven years ago he might have been on her dinner plate and yet here he was now having drinks with her.

He should have thought this through a bit further. His plan had worked too well. Did she actually expect to have sex with him? Was that even possible? Well he certainly didn’t want to find out. Sure she was beautiful, but she was just too damn big. Her pussy alone was hundreds of feet tall. He could still see it in his mind filling his vision from just moments ago.

His memory was soon augmented by his senses as Jamie re-entered walking confidently naked towards him. Her boobs were jiggling beautifully as she approached. Her pussy loomed larger and larger with each step until she was right over him standing stark naked looking down at him with one hand on the broad part of her hip and the other bringing the booze to her full red lips.

He was already in his vehicle. “Well Jamie this has been a hell of a night, but I think its time for me to be getting back.” He said weakly. “Matt, you can’t leave you’re drunk. Besides the fun has just started.” She said smiling as she once again lowered herself to sit and placed her glass on the table beside him.

He looked up at the gigantic glass with the titanic lipstick stain on the top and gulped. “Well you know I think I’ll risk it. I only have to make it to the transport network and then I’ll let the autopilot take over.” He justified. “Counselor, I’m sorry but you must stay. I insist.”

Matt felt a jolt and his stomach lurched as he noticed she had pinched his transport between her gigantic finger and thumb and gently was lifting him to her face. He was mashing on the accelerator, but was not going anywhere. “I just love these little things you all fly around in.” She said smiling, but just then her smile faded, as he broke free and zoomed straight towards her face.

Matt had lost control and slammed right into her lips. Jamie avoided the instinct to lick them clean. Matt tried again to get airborne, but he was stuck in the mucky red lipstick she had painted on. He felt his craft shake hardily as she laughed almost hysterically at his feeble escape attempt and his predicament.

“Hold on. I’ll have you off in a sec.” Jamie opened the drawer pulling out a tissue and began gently dabbing her lips. It worked he was off of her lips, but now seemed to be stuck to the tissue. She sat down in the recliner holding the tissue up to her face. “Now why would you try to leave? You're not gay are you?” She teased.

“Besides look at what big boobies I have.” she said as she traced the contours of her breasts with the tissue Matt was stuck to. She circled each nipple several times and Matt was shocked as the nipples swelled even larger in size. She then traced him down her belly to her vagina.

Gazing down she took hold of the tissue and Matt’s throat fell through his stomach as he felt and then saw himself lurching slowly towards the towering pussy in front of him. “Jamie you know I’m too little to do this right? Jamie?” Matt called out but he continued moving forward.

Jamie’s pussy had begun to open as she spread her legs to accept her tiny man. “Oh my God, Matt, look my clit is bigger than your vehicle.” She said and gently forced him ever closer to her gigantic chasm. She let out a whimper as she grazed the sensitive sides of her vulva with the Kleenex.

Matt had given up on getting himself free and instead began to brace himself. He put up the convertible top and put his seatbelt on. He was also trying to be very alert so that if he were knocked free by contact he could speed away immediately.

The Kleenex began to crumble as Jamie pushed it through her bush to her vagina. She helped the process by spreading herself open with her fingers so that the part of the tissue with Matt on it could pass deeper.

“Jamie, what are you doing? You’ll crush me. Please don’t do this. You’ve had too much to drink. Please.” He pleaded. “Shhhh. I’m not going to crush you. You’re not afraid of getting a little pussy tonight are you?” She said laughing at her wit.

“How does it feel to be surrounded by a forty story vagina?” She wondered aloud. “Helpless, Jamie. Okay. Are you satisfied? I feel insignificant and helpless, now please let me out before you kill me.” He begged her. He could no longer see anything but pink fleshy folds undulating around him and his vehicle. Occasionally he could see a dark whole in front of him in the center of her gigantic inner lips that led deeper within.

Jamie was so horny juices were starting to seep from within onto the chair, but she still wasn’t quenched. She folded the tissue so Matt could be inserted deeper. “I’ll be careful, besides, where’s your sense of adventure?” She asked delighted at his absolute smallness compared to her monstrous sex organ.

“Anyway you’ve been such a flirt all night. You certainly got me primed and who knows if you quit your whining you might even enjoy yourself.” scolded Jamie as she gently caressed the edges of her inner lips with the tissue paper. The absolute control she wielded was such an addicting tonic.

Jamie had been unceremoniously dumped by her last two boyfriends, but now she was in complete control and it felt great. She had the power and it turned her on even with out the physical stimulation she would get from a giant Brobdingnagian cock. Her cunt quivered and ached to clamp down, but she held it back. The struggle was part of the fun. So much was at stake: a tiny man’s life.

Just then her logical side took control. She began to think rationally and realized that she could easily lose control and then lose him. “Oh, all right.” She said frustrated as she started to pull Matt away from the giant cavern. However, at that exact moment the vehicle burst free and in a flash had accelerated into her closing chasm. “Jamie! Help I just fell inside you.” Matt cried. “What do you mean fell in me?” Asked Jamie lifting the tissue to her face, of course, Matt was nowhere to be seen.

Jamie looked down at her pussy. It sat there normally, no evidence that it had just swallowed a tiny man whole. Yet his voice kept sounding in her ear. “Jamie! Please let me out!” It begged her. She felt a twinge in her stomach. She put that erotic thought in the back of her mind.

“Matt, what did you do!?” she asked as she pried her lips apart and spread her legs. “I was pulling you out you dip shit.” Admonished Jamie. She saw only the shiny pink folds of her pussy, but no minuscule vehicle. She had no idea how to get him out.

“Jamie you have to get to the doctor!” Demanded Matt. “What am I supposed to say? Huh? Help I was playing with the lead prosecutor and he got stuck in my pussy? I can’t do that!” Jamie responded looking down at her vagina as if addressing it directly. “You are the one that drove in. You need to drive out” added Jamie justifying her reluctance to act.

“I'm stuck in your goo. You can’t just leave me here.” Added Matt hopefully. “Well I can’t go to the doctor, what if this got out. I’d be sacked for sure. I'll help if I can, I'll sleep naked, but I can’t go to the doctor for this.” She said to her twat folding her arms resolutely over her gigantic breasts.

30 minutes later

Matt continued to beg her to go to the doctor so she turned his communication channel off. Jamie was progressive, but she wasn't going to suffer professionally over this tiny spec of a man, if he could even be called a man, trapped in her pussy. Satisfied with her reasoning Jamie lay down. She was naked as promised, but she seriously doubted that Matt would ever find a way out. The thought made her want to get a douche and clean herself right now, but she figured he at least deserved until morning.

Matt turned his lights on, but saw nothing but pink smooth skin in all directions. There was not a lot of room. He was afraid, but he had his cell phone. He broke down and called his fiancée. The conversation wasn't pretty. “You're where?!” yelled Brenda. “Look its not what it seems I was only pressing my advantage I needed every edge I could get to win justice...” “Look where it got you!” she cut him off.

“Its not like that!” Matt responded. “I was trying to leave and she forced herself on me. Now I'll admit I was being a little flirty to try and get a good deal for the victims, but once she took her clothes off I realized I was in over my head and tried to leave, but she grabbed the transport. I got stuck on her lips trying to speed away and she extracted me with a napkin and more or less stuffed me in.” Upon hearing this Brenda softened.

“That bitch! Who does she think she is?” Brenda asked getting angry. “Look forget about all that. I just need to get home. Call her and convince her to go the doctor.” Instructed Matt as his cell phone died.

Jamie got up cursing as she put her bathrobe on to answer the vidphone. “Who could be calling at this hour?” She wondered. When the image of the caller displayed it was a of a pretty brunette that she had not seen before. “Who are you?” asked Jamie.

“I am the fiancée of the man you raped tonight.” replied Brenda curtly. “Huh?” Jamie said as her heart hit her throat. She hadn't counted on Matt calling anyone and she certainly hadn't figured that he had lied about his relationship status. “Don't play dumb with me you ditz. You need to go to the doctor and get him removed or you could face attempted murder.” Brenda threatened.

This was not something that Jamie wished would get out into circulation. It was bad enough that Matt would know, but now his fiancée too. Brenda saw the concern playing across Jamie's face and pressed her advantage. “I'm on the way over we can go to the doctor when I get there.” said Brenda and she hung up.

Jamie was quickly thinking of what to do. She certainly couldn't go to the doctor unless she could concoct a story that was less embarrassing. Ten minutes later her electronic alert chimes tolled the arrival of Brenda from the Lilliputian byway. She had no clue what to do as she walked into the kitchen. When she did Brenda's voice sounded over her speakers.

“Why aren't you dressed? Who knows how much air he has left; we need to go!” Brenda demanded. “Look I want to get him out too, but I can't just go to the doctor and tell him to pull a little man out of my pussy. If word got out I could be ruined.” explained Jamie.

Brenda could not believe her ears. Not only had she forced herself on Matt, but now she refused responsibility to even help him. “Look bitch. You wouldn't be in this position if you could've kept your claws off my man!” Brenda exclaimed.

“Hey your man came on to me honey.” replied Jamie her anger rising. “He was playing you bitch. He cares about his job and you were an angle that was being worked to win a case yet you are so desperate you fell for it.” Brenda attacked.

Jamie flipped her robe off fuming. “Yeah, well look who he's with now. And who can blame him. Honestly, what man is going to pick your puny ass over me.” Responded Jamie resting her hands on her naked hips and thrusting her enormous tits out.

Brenda has always had an acidic tongue. She always won arguments and always got the last word. “Well Matt for one if he had a choice in the matter.” Brenda interrupted. “Yet, here you are acting like you won his affections or something. I can see why you were so desperate now. You're too stupid for any man to put up with.” Brenda reasoned.

With that comment something snapped in Jamie. She smiled and walked to the counter looming over her tiny guest. Brenda gulped as Jamie loomed larger, larger, then larger still as she approached. When she stopped her pussy was right in front of her. The sheer size and bold nudeness of it frightened Brenda and forced her to look away. She looked up and saw Jamie's enormous tits jiggling slightly from the movement her short walk imparted to them.

Smiling, Jamie bent over the counter lowering her boobs so that that they hung perhaps an inch above Brenda. “Is there anyone here?” said Jamie as she dropped the rest of the way allowing the weight of her right tit to roll effortlessly over Brenda. Jamie's taught muscles relaxed as more and more of her heavy breast came to rest on the counter.

Brenda tried to run to her vehicle, but it was futile the enormous tit descending upon her was simply to big. The crush area was thousands of feet in diameter and she was dead center. She felt the air around her whooshing away so violently it almost took her breath. Then something powerful shoved her to the ground from above.

She skidded on her own ample tits and then rolled over instinctively pushing her hands into the infinite tan flesh that filled her vision. She applied all her strength, but her arms crumpled in on to her body. Then the pressure began to rise exponentially and then nothing. Jamie's tit rolled over both Brenda and her vehicle squishing both equally with ease.

Jamie smiled for a moment enjoying the coolness of the kitchen counter on her naked boobs and the sensation of the tension and anger leaving her giant body. She felt no resistance from the tiny woman under her boob. And why would she? Some pieces of dust were larger than Brenda would be.

Jamie went over her cover story in her mind. 'Matt was drunk and had slipped into her unnoticed when he was supposed to be leaving and got himself stuck. He called Brenda and Brenda called me insulting me and demanding that I go to the doctor. I doubted Matt had really done this and suggested that he might have been picked up by the police and to call them. Little did I know that she came here and when my chime went off I went to examine the entrance for a malfunction and she must have gotten caught under one of my breasts.' It was air tight she decided and so much easier than going to the doctor.

Jamie was still bent over resting her tits on the counter and going over her story as Matt squirted out of her cunt, which was barely peaking out from under her butt. His vehicle began to rise up just as she stood back up.

Matt never saw nor felt the giant flesh walls of Jamie's butt clamp on him. Jamie turned and with the first step her giant buttocks smeared Matt and his vehicle on the inside of her crevice. She didn't feel a thing as her ass quivered beautifully and clefts formed under each cheek as, step by step, she walked to bed. She went to bed sleeping naked as promised forever convinced that Matt had perished in her pussy. However, this thought did little to disturb her sleep. After all who mourns a couple gnats or Lilliputians?

The End.