YOU’LL NEVER GUESS WHAT I FOUND

It was September. The time of the year where most were in denial of summer’s approaching end. The leaves were still green, but wouldn’t be for long.

Emilia, 21, sat at her window, sipping cold coffee and staring outside. She too was in a denial of sorts. With her friends off in their second year of college, she was in much the same place she was last year… waiting for things to happen.

Here was the problem. They weren’t.

Emilia told herself she wasn’t ready, that she wanted some life experience and that she was going to take the year off.

Which she did.

She was going to get a job (she did), get a better idea of what she wanted to do (she did not) and save some money (she did not). Instead, She’d seen some friends during the summer, but felt the odd person out…all they talked about was college. So you can see how Emilia viewed the beginning of September with regret.

It was time to admit she possibly made a mistake. Maybe. Probably.

Then again, why commit to an expensive education if your mind isn’t into it? Did she want to work some aimless job without passion? Or purpose?

So here she was. Her friends off to college and Emilia, the fun, soulful spirit, was on her own. No job (none that she planned on keeping). No schooling. And no real prospects.

She took off a pendant from around her neck and opened it. A small photo was inside of her late mother. Emilia kissed the pendant. “I just need a little more time.”

A walk would help things. It usually did. Brisk movement would usually make her mind wander places that didn’t involve self-loathing. She’d listen to a podcast.

Emilia wore hiking boots, with socks pulled up her legs part way and she didn’t feel like getting covered in prickly burrs. The bug bites she’d accumulated were already bad enough. Other than that, she had a sleeveless t-shirt and a bandana around the top of her head. Light brown shorts covered her waist and extended half way down her thighs.

She stopped to check herself in the mirror. She had heard that by repeating positive mantras to oneself, that you could affect the type of day you were going to have.

“I am strong. And I…will find my place.”

Staring at herself, looking so serious made her smirk.

Emilia was five foot 9”, taller than most, with dark blonde hair that she’d dyed blue at the beginning of summer. Of course the roots were showing and the blue looked more like they only covered the tips of her bangs. But her hair was nice. As was her face. And her brown eyes. And her face in general was nice to look at. A pleasing face that many gravitate to.

Emilia never had much difficulty in finding companionship of the male variety, but she also found that she could do quite easily without it. She wasn’t asexual or a lesbian, but maybe the preoccupation with her future made men the furthest thing from her mind. Most were not worth the effort.

And maybe sometime, she thought, just not now.

Emilia stood up straight and laughed at the thought of looking like Lara Croft (minus the huge boobs!). Check out SAFARI GIRL over here!

Whatever. She had water, a bag of nuts, her phone and her headphones. She was set.

* * *

A group of men and women in an open patch of forest. The age gamut among them is 25 plus. All the way up to seniors. Men outnumber the women. They till the ground, they carry stones, they move beams of wood. Something is being constructed. Hastily. We see their exhaustion, their eyes are sad. And dull.

Michael, Ivan and Gabriel collectively lift a large log, all the while blinded by the white hot sun. The clothes they had, were dusty, dirty and soiled. Otherwise non-descript.

One man falls to his knees, knocking another over with the load he carries. The man bent down to help the other up, and is promptly punched in the face.

A fight breaks out. A savage one. But the men are sleep deprived. And clumsy. The fight would continue, likely until one of them died, had it not been for the JET BLACK SHAPE that WHIZZED over them, its shadow streaking the ground.

The men and women SCATTER. They hide behind trees and amongst rocks.

One older man, slower than the others, ran faster than he thought himself capable, then dove, arms out, towards the dirt, hitting his head on a stone, then twisting out of sight from the great beast. This man’s name was Gabriel.

Emilia walked. If there was a flying monster overhead, she was unaware. She moved through thigh deep weeds. It wasn’t ideal terrain, this path she choose. Sometimes it was incredibly muddy, and others bone dry. Either way, there was no path, so she was essentially making her own. She took this route because it cut forty percent off her time. She trudged down a hill where far above, a lone crow floated in the sky.

Her hike would eventually take her to the cliffs that overlooked a series of rivers that split into three around various embankments.

Emilia glanced up as the black crow soared above her. She’d always been wary of crows ever since she stumbled upon several them pillaging a Robin’s nest when she was 9. She had chased them away and taken the baby Robin’s to shelter. But the mother robin would not take them back. They had the smell of human on them. Emilia’s effort to help, had done nothing but extend their suffering.

Since that time, years ago, she was wary of crows. She admired their intelligence to be sure, but loathed how ruthless they were.

It would be easy to turn away, to trick herself into believing she’d never seen what she had.  In a few moments she’d be down the hill and would forget all about it. But then she saw the crow again, it was diving. She replayed the incident with the baby robins in her head.

Emilia altered her course. When the crow lands, she increased her pace, pushing through the weeds, the burrs and the tall grass, her hiking boots flattening all of it as she walked.

To see the descent of the large black crow was terrifying. It’s wings stretched outwards as it descended to the ground at incredible speed. It landed softly, despite its great size and immediately began pecking, sending up tiny clouds of dust. It was hunting them.

Those who had already hidden were safe.

But the crow’s beak quickly found purchase and latched onto something small, something that flailed in its beak. The men could see the arms and legs of the crow’s victim protrude from within its beak. It was a horrible sight.

The crow had caught a man named Charles. And though several of the men secretly wanted to help him (he was a strong worker), their primal urge of self preservation kept them motionless. Charles’s brief screams would be forever embedded in to their memories.

The crow tilted back its neck and swallowed Charles. Its black eyes rolling back, then snapping back into focus, scanning. Were there others it wondered?

The crow’s head tilts sideways. Something was coming. In an instant, it lifted into the air and flew to safety, its meal suffering in its gullet.

The men and women all watched the large bird disappear into the sky, growing smaller then smaller. Everyone was back on edge. Say the wrong word and you’ll probably be clobbered. One man comes forward. He is about to speak when--

BOOM…

The men and women freeze in place, but their senses are acute. They quickly attempt to determine which direction it’s coming from.

BOOM…

The point of impact  is followed by a dragging sound, like something massive swooping low through the trees.

BOOM…

Cowering, the men and women lower themselves lower to the ground. They babble in fear until their mouths are full of dirt and sand.

BOOM…

“No! No more! No mooorrrreee!!!” Yells Michael between booms of impact.

BOOM…

Whatever was approaching was much larger than the crow, but not as fast.

BOOM….

Then quite suddenly, a darkness falls over the forest. It is so sudden that it’s startling. Becky, one of the women on the outside of the group, first thought was that the sun had disappeared behind a cloud. It hadn’t yet occurred to her that she had been separated from the rest of the group.

BOOM…

Becky looks up and is immediately blinded by the sun, which bulged around the corners of a gigantic silhouetted shape that was more vast than she could comprehend. A being. A Giant being, that was coming to a stop overtop of them.

BOOM…

The Giant’s final footfall comes close enough that some men are showered with bits of dirt and dust.

Now it’s silent. One by one, the men and women look up to see what it was that would surely seal their fate.

Emilia stood stationary, her neck slouched downward. A soft wind blew through her blonde and blue streaked hair. Her knees and legs were tense, as she braced herself for something she may not want to encounter, like a rattle snake. She had come upon one a few summers ago and wasn’t overly wild about the experience. That wasn’t a concern though, because what she was looking down at was no snake. It was smaller. 

Quiet a bit smaller.

But she still couldn’t tell exactly what it was she was looking at. To see any detail at all, she had to get closer.

Slowly and with caution, Emilia bent her knees and lowered herself to a squatting position. She bended forward at the waist and peered down between her bare outstretched knees that formed a “V”.

Becky, her hand raised to block the sun, was able to more clearly identify the Giant form above them. But otherwise she couldn’t move.

Others, too, stared into the sky. Their minds had barely had the opportunity to accept what was happening… To describe the fear and the confusion they had, upon seeing something so incredibly massive looming above them, would be no easy task. The shape above them seemed big as a star destroyer.

No one makes a sound. Even the two men who pissed themselves are quiet about it. But luckily for all of them, the Giant’s expression is more surprise than anger. 

“Maybe she doesn’t see us?”, said Ivan.

No one responds.

“We should back away.” Another said.

Becky was closest to the Giant, in that she was the only person not currently fleeing or hiding. She was caught in the moment, frozen, limbs locked together.

The Giant had settled into place and ceased to come any closer. This allowed Becky to catch her breath, to recognize, what was happening to her.

Her first instinct was this. That the Giant meant no harm. At least not at this moment.

Becky turned back just as the sun which had been peering, blindingly, around the shape of the giant form, was briefly eclipsed. And all at once, they could see that it was in fact, a young woman who looked down at them.

“I think it’s a woman!” said a voice from amidst the trees.

Becky was so close to the Giant that it was no longer was possible to take her all in without turning her head. So large was the Giant within her field of vision.

The Giant’s hiking boots were in closest proximity. Becky could see the red shoe laces of the boots, how they were double knotted, how they were covered in a thin dust from the elements and how stuck amongst the boots were flecks of weeds, burrs and bits of earth that would likely not even be detectible to the Giant, unless upon close inspection

Emilia also remained stationary, staring down at the ground and at what her mind was telling her wasn’t possible. She didn’t know what it was she was looking at, at least at first, but the fragile size of whatever it was, made her immediately look down to her boots, ensuring she hadn’t trodden on any of whatever it was she was looking at.

Emilia sways forward gently, then catches herself. She was definitely wary of annihilating the entire lot of them beneath her, she over compensates and pushes herself back. Too hard as it turns out. She falls hard onto her rear end.

None of the men and women could have anticipated that the earth, at least the section that was beneath their feet, actually shook from the impact.

SCHHOOO-BOOOM…

Several of the immediate group instinctively and ridiculously cover their heads.

Becky shields her eyes from the dust. Otherwise, she doesn’t move. She waits, tensed up, as the Giant climbs back onto her haunches and once again her shadow covers their entire camp.

“Can you hear me???” cried out Becky.

Emilia stare downwards, resting her hands on her thighs. She half hoped that falling backwards would break her free from what must be a trance, but no. This was real.

There were little people before her. At her feet. Several of them. But she could detect others, hiding, crouching from fear, from within her field of vision. They were so small that had it not been for the crow’s attack, she could have walked right past them. Or even over them, pounding them into the earth beneath her boots. Their size was so insignificant, that she probably wouldn’t even have known as she trampled their lives from existence.

There was one person not hiding. Someone who stood there, motionless. Maybe scared? Maybe brave. Emilia couldn’t tell. But the little thing seemed to be yelling up to her.

If this little thing was yelling, it was nothing Emilia could hear. Emilia leaned forwards, and carefully extended her legs behind her, eventually laying on her stomach, her head much closer to the ground now and even closer to the group of tiny people.

Becky’s unmoving stance could have been interpreted as bravery, but in reality she was still unable to budge. The hopelessness of their size compared to this Giant woman sapped whatever strength they had remaining. They couldn’t run, they would easily be caught, or destroyed. And they certainly couldn’t fight either. Even if there were a thousand of them, they wouldn’t stand a chance.

Becky’s stance finally crumbled when the Giant’s head, now almost level with the ground, moved downwards, towards them, as she extended her legs.

Becky felt wind around her. Maybe it was breath from the Giant’s mouth as she said…

“I can’t hear you, It’s too windy?”

Becky staggered backwards. The Giant’s voice cut through the wind. It was loud.

“I said”, coughed Becky from the dust, “Can you help us??”

The Giant’s smile remained and it was clear she couldn’t hear what Becky was saying.

Suddenly the Giant’s arm began to move. Becky felt a slow rising terror grow in her stomach. The Giant’s huge fingers uncurled and stretched towards her. Becky had never felt such helplessness in her 30 years on earth. She couldn’t possibly run or attack, or hide. All she could do is stand there, rooted, expecting to be picked up whether she wanted to be picked up or not.

But instead, the giant held out her hand, much like you would do with a dog to show them you mean no harm. Becky wasn’t sure what to do at first. She looked back to her comrades, several of who peaked up over top of the rocks they were hiding behind.

“She doesn’t want to hurt us I don’t think” Becky called back to the others.

Becky turned back to the Giant’s hand, which lay flat on the earth loomed next to her. Becky took a step. Then another. Then she reached out and touched the Giant’s finger.

Emilia couldn’t believe it. This little being, which appeared to be a woman (?) trusted her enough to make physical contact. Emilia smiled at Becky’s touch.

Emilia then extended her fingers. She did this slowly and as non-threateningly as possible. Emilia snaked her fingers behind Becky’s back, slowly stroking it. Like you would a hamster.

“You’re real. But how??” said Emilia to herself.

The tiny being yelled something back to her friends, then turned and directed her voice up to the Giant whose fingers would only have to close and they would become a prison for Becky for as long as the Giant desired.

The Giant shook her head, smiling.

“You’re too tiny to hear”

Emilia thought for a moment. Her face loomed so large over Becky and the others, that it was no doubt very easy to read her facial expressions. It was clear that the Giant had an idea.

“If I promise to be careful”, she said down to Becky, “Can I pick you up?”

Becky hesitated. A voice behind her yelled “Don’t!”

“Becky, no!” shouted another.

Becky looked back up at the Giant, whose presence was indeed intimidating, even if she didn’t intend it to be. Becky felt incapable of saying no to a creature this size.

So she nodded.

Giant Emilia pulled back her hand, turned it over, then opened her fingers, laying her them flat on the earth, with the idea that Becky climb aboard. This was a terrifying prospect. But Becky reminded herself… the Giant could have snuffed them all out in seconds had she so desired.

Becky leaned into Emilia’s finger and flung herself up onto it.

Emilia stared down at the amazing scene. She had a hamster when she was young. She remembered feeling its tiny feet on her hand, but yet not be able to detect its weight at all. It was a strange, but wonderful feeling. And if anything, the woman’s miniscule size and weight underscored how delicate Emilia had to be.

Becky wobbled on her feet, falling backwards into the Giant’s soft palm. The Giant’s skin was similar to her own, but much more coarse to the touch.

Emilia waited until Becky was fully in her hand, before slowly, beginning to stand. Becky’s stomach rose in her throat as Emilia did this.

Becky turned over so that she was face down and clutched onto the Giant’s ring finger, wrapping her arms around it and hanging on for dear life.

Then the movement slowed. Then stopped. Becky hung there for a second.

“Okay, was that too fast, or…?”

Becky couldn’t respond just yet. She turned over, to lay on her back, propped up by the cleft in the Giant’s woman’s palm.

“Please be careful down there, okay? Everyone?” the Giant woman said down to the men and women who continued to hide on the ground.

“I don’t want to squash any of you.”

With that the Giant directed her attention back to the tiny human on her hand.

“I’ll keep my hand steady if you want to stand” she said to the woman smaller than her finger.

Becky tried to do that, sitting up, then standing, struggling to balance herself and not fall between the Giant’s fingers.

She managed to stand and then to widen her stance, as it was easier to balance on the giant palm. Becky struggled to focus on the Giant’s face. It was familiar, but seen in such large proportions, completely alien to her.

She saw the Giant’s dark eyes , her eye lashes, her nose, her lips, which hung open, as if searching for something to say.

“How is this…even possible?”  the Giant said to the woman wobbling in the middle of her palm.

When the Giant spoke, Becky saw her teeth, which Becky estimated the front two to be a foot in height. Seeing flashes of them in combination with her lips and tongue, was overwhelming and Becky fell backwards, landing on the fleshy part of the Giant’s hand.

The Giant smiled down on her, then slowly and with her free hand, she brushed her own hair back on one side. Then she brought Becky closer.

Though the movement was no doubt intended to be gentle, it was jarring. Becky rolled onto her stomach and grabbed into the web between the Giant’s fingers, struggling not to lose her grip.

When the motion of the Giant’s hand ceased, Becky peered over her shoulder and rolled onto her back.

She saw what the Giant was getting at. For she was now facing a giant human ear.  As tall as she was. Taller, probably. There was no earring, but a hole indicated there may have been one long ago.

Becky, swaying with the motion of the Giant’s hand, not to mention the ferocious wind, dropped to her hands and knees and slowly advanced.

“Say something”, the Giant said. “I bet I can hear you now.”

Becky hesitated, feeling like she was going to throw up.

“I’m not going to drop you, don’t worry” the Giant said.

Becky aimed her voice upwards: “We need food and shelter!”

The Giant still couldn’t hear her.

“We need food! And shelter!” Becky yelled again.

The Giant’s head nodded and suddenly Becky began to sink away from the Giant’s ear. It was slow from the Giant’s perspective, but to Becky, she almost vomited.

* * *

Emilia smiled at the miniscule woman in her hand.

“Food? Of course. I can bring you some.”

The moment hung in the air as the Emilia stared at the woman, smiling, sympathetically, like Becky had caught an unfortunate disease.

Emilia, of course, hadn’t the faintest idea what it was like to talk to someone as large as herself, so gradually, her eyes drifted downwards to the earth.

The others (Men? Women? She couldn’t tell) had emerged from their make shift hiding places. Not all, but some.

Emilia’s attention drifted back to Becky. “Should I put you down now?”

Becky nodded, dramatically, hoping that the Giant understood.

Becky’s knees gave way, like an elevator was falling. Though the Giant was no doubt bending down slowly, it didn’t seem that way to Becky. She rolled to her stomach and grabbed hold of the Giant’s index finger. Through the gap of the fingers, she could see her companions, their necks all craned upwards, watching fearfully as Becky was lowered to the ground.

Once on the ground, the Giant opened her hand and Becky climbed off her palm, falling to the earth, face first, dizzy.

“Oops. Sorry” the giant said. Emilia lingered there for a moment, completely entranced that the group had emerged from hiding.

“I’m going to bring some things for you all, alright?”

The Giant did not wait for an answer, but instead, stood to her full height, which seemed like a ten story building to the people at her feet.

The Giant looked west, then east, as if looking for landmarks in order to find the group when she returned.

Then she looked down at the people once more. Way, way down.

“I guess you’re too small to get far from here, right? Stay here and I’ll bring you some supplies. Does that sound okay?”

The people murmured to themselves, but of course the Giant could not hear them.

With that, the Giant smiled once more and then turned, stepping away from them and slowly disappearing from sight.

A smile was on Emilia’s face. An expression that was genuine and hadn’t been seen in a long while. She took one last glance at the people at her feet and turned away with a sense of purpose. Something she had been longing for.

The men and women on the ground watched as the Giant woman turned and walked away from them. Her foot steps were loud, but quickly faded.

…BOOM…

BOOM…

boom…

boom…

After she was gone and the ground ceased to shake, the men and women in the group turned to one another.

Becky was the first to speak.

“Do we wait?”

Ivan stepped up. It was easy to be brave now that the Giant woman had left.

“We get the fuck out of here. We grab our supplies and—“

“We can’t be here when she gets back”, another woman chimed in.

“They said this area was quarantined, didn’t they? That no one would find us?”

Ivan started to grab his meagre belongings.

“Let’s go, everyone.”

“Wait.” Becky cried.

Everyone stopped. Becky was not the leader. Far from it. But of the lot of them (roughly twenty people), she alone had made contact with the Giant woman. She’d climbed into her hand and had communicated with her.

“She can help us.”

“Help us by smashing us into kingdom come? No thanks” said Ivan.

“She could have destroyed all of us if she wanted”, retorted Becky. “She didn’t. She said she’d be back with supplies!”

“Yeah, well you wait and see what she comes up with. She’ll put us into cages. I know people. We’ll be escaping this prison for another.”

That seemed to move everyone. Up they stood, following Ivan.

“Hold up, people. Hold up.”

Everyone turned to see Gabriel, one of the older men in the group.

“Becky is right. We should stay. Wait for it to come back.”

“It? It’s a young woman” said Becky.

“That, my young friend, is not a woman”, said Gabriel. “I can make this work for us.”

Everyone quieted down. Gabriel’s words seemed to carry some weight.

“She’s our ticket out of here on OUR terms. Not hers.”

“Um…maybe you didn’t notice how incredibly huge she is?”

Gabriel remained calm.

“If I can communicate with her...I can bend her to my will. Guaranteed.”

There was something in the confidence in Gabriel’s voice that people responded to.

“Now we have to get rid of anything that might clue her into why we’re out here.”

The group seemed to reluctantly agree. One man starts pushing at a sign that had been erected into the earth. It was taller than each of them, but to the Giant, would have gone easily unnoticed. In large words, it read…

Build shelter before the wildlife consumes you.

Build shelter before the elements destroy you.

Find food before you starve.

Only those alive in one month will be granted complete freedom.

 

end chapter 1

YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT I FOUND (PART 2)

The group of tiny people, totalling between twenty and thirty, huddled together. The Giant woman had just departed. And her footsteps had shaken the earth. There was no telling how long until she returned. But they all agreed that she would. The Giant’s face was so long and tall and wide that reading her expression was easy. She was concerned. And they were going to take advantage of that to get out of their current predicament.

In the camp was a mixture of reactions to what they had just seen as well as their next course of action.

“But what’s the point? Where do we want her to take us? And why?”

“We’d just be trading one prison for another” a man protested.

“Here’s the thing…out here we’re exposed. There’s no reliable shelter and we’re all starving” said another.

Christopher, who looked like the defacto leader, walked towards her and Becky felt herself step back from him. Just a little.

“You’ve established contact...You touched her. You trusted her enough to let her lift you hundreds of feet...like a baby bird--”

 “So why don’t YOU go then?” Becky snarled.

Christopher was upon her now. The discussion had been settled.

“She’s going to relate to you. You two can talk in a different way than we can. Don’t think of yourself. Think of the group. Think of the loyalty we feel for one another. We’ve died with these people. We have to stick together for all our sakes if we’re going to survive. You know that.”

Christopher turned to the group. “Francois…Michael. You go with her.”

* * *

Emilia rushed through her modest home in a huff. Oh what things she had found! No big deal at all, really…just A VILLAGE OF TINY PEOPLE!!!

She smiled in a crazed sort of way at the absurdity of it all. Who were those people???  How did they get like that? Was she right to just leave them there and HOPE they stayed alive long enough for her to go shopping??

Had she lost her mind? Maybe taken acid by mistake?  

Moments later Emilia ran down the sidewalk, looking at her phone. If she caught the number 101, she could get to the nearest mall in 45 minutes.

The mall was crowded. Emilia hated malls. But her mind was set. She grinned to herself. She was going to care for those poor little things whether they liked it or not (hah-hah).

Emilia bought berries and nuts, she bought cheese. A small bag of rocks, a ball of string. All of it Giant to them, but she determined would still be of use. Lastly a small water proof canvas that they could use for rain shelter.

It’s as Emilia’s in cue to pay that doubt began to seep into her mind. She was a grown woman. She needed a job, she needed schooling to get a better job…not to take care of a group of people smaller than her pinky finger. What was she thinking?

She played over in her head what a phone call with her friend Angela would sound like.

“So what you been up to?”

“Well, funny thing, actually. I was hiking earlier in this sectioned off area I always go to. I found this tiny group of people. They're really tiny. Like I could probably hold four of them in my hand at once, you know? So I’m just here buying some food for them.”

Yeah. That’d go over well.

This line of thinking did have its benefits though. It forced Emilia to think about what she was doing. Would it be better if she called the authorities? Or a park warden?

* * *

Emilia was back on the path she hiked earlier. The wind had died down, but otherwise everything looked as it had earlier. The difference now was she was carrying goods she had brought for the group of tiny people. She was heading towards where she had found the their village. It ought to be right up ahead.

But then she stops in her tracks. Wait a second.

The village, the makeshift tent, the people…it was all gone.

Emilia set down her bag and searched the ground for what she knew was there earlier.

Maybe she got the spot wrong. She looked around. Nope. This was the spot. One hundred percent.

She bent down, pushed some tall grass out of the way to better see the ground.

There was nothing there.

* * *

Some distance away, Becky peered out from behind a tree that was actually just a shrub. She could see the Giant woman in the distance, on all fours, searching through the grass.

It wasn’t hard to see the Giant. in fact you’d have to look directly at the ground to avoid seeing something that massive traversing around above you. Even if she was on her hands and knees.

Becky was with the two men Chris had instructed to accompany her. Michael was slender with a beard, late fifties. Francois was in good shape and obviously worked out. He was late twenties. Both had tattoos.

“How do we know she’ll come this way?” asked Francois.

Becky looked back at Francois and shrugged.

* * *

Emilia finally stood from her crouched position and dusted off her knees. Her face had sank. She had totally wrecked this situation. Why did she ever leave? She should have stayed with them. They were smaller than sparrows. They needed her and she left them.

And now she had nothing.

Emilia took a few steps around the vicinity, estimating correctly that the group couldn’t have gotten too far. What happened to them was another story. Had they been discovered by an animal? Another person?

The color drained from her face. Life had given her an opportunity to help. And she failed. There was nothing to do. Except to go home.

Head down, Emilia began down the path she’d taken to get here, walking slowly, just in case she did see the group of miniature people scuttling on the ground.

* * *

“Right. Here she comes” said Michael.

All three of the tiny people were sweating. Their breathing labored.

The plan was to get in Emilia’s path and wave their hands in order to catch her attention. This was easy to speculate, but more difficult to perform.

You can stand on the path, yes, that part was easy. But when you see a Giant walking towards you, a Giant whose boots were more than the length of two cars, you fight every instinct to run. And that’s what was now happening. The Giant woman was heading towards them.

Francois, babbling something incoherent, quickly disappeared. He was soon followed by Michael, who tugged at Becky’s arm to follow him. But she remained in place.

They had one shot at this. And time was running out.

…boom

…boom

…BOOM

Becky waited until the massive woman was quite close before she made the questionable decision to run out in front of her. She may be running to her doom, Becky thought briefly. She would be flattened into mush beneath those terrible boots. Would the Giant woman even notice that she had trampled one as small as her? Or would she be ground into muddy paste as the Giant continued up the hill, unaware that her footfall had ended Becky’s life?

…BOOM

The Giant was almost directly overtop of them when Becky ran out, arms flailing wildly, trying to catch the Giant’s eye.

And it worked. The Giant woman froze in mid-stride.

* * *

Emilia stopped. She was conscious of not moving a muscle. So great was her size, compared to these tiny things, that she could easily step on one of them without even knowing. She had to be careful.

So she just stood there, gawking downwards. If she were more aware, she would have realized that she had essentially the same pose as the first time she’d come across the tiny people.

There was no longer a village, but rather just the woman she’d held in her hand, along with two other men. Again, their size made it difficult to even discern their age.

Emilia took a breath. She wasn’t going to fuck this up.

Slowly, she began to sink to a squatting position.

* * *

As the Giant woman lowered herself to the ground, Becky felt exactly the way she had the first time…that is, her heart was in her throat.

“Where are the others?” said the Giant Woman down to her.

Becky yelled up at the Giant, but her voice wouldn’t travel far enough to be heard.

So Becky waved her arms in the air, gesturing that Emilia lower herself even more, which she did, in order to hear her reply. The two men – Michael and Francois – remained in their hiding places, peering out. They knew the Giant woman had seen them, as her gaze had locked on them as she descended. Just the same, they couldn’t bring themselves to leave their hiding spot.

“Something attacked us. Killed some of our group. We need to get out of here! We need shelter.”

The wind had died down and Emilia found that if she were really close, she could discern several of the words….

“…out of here…” and “…attacked us.”

That’s all Emilia needed to hear. She wasn’t leaving these poor, pathetic creatures to the elements or to the wildlife.

* * *

When the Giant woman’s hand suddenly moved towards Becky, her fight or flight kicked in. She found herself backing away from the hand, but it was absolutely no use. The enormous hand moved towards her, fingers spreading apart as it brushed over the earth and grass at surprising speed. The next thing Becky knew, she was once more in the Giant’s hand.

Emilia reached for the two men as well. She knocked the rocks they hid behind aside with her fingers, before seizing both of the men with her other hand.

Michael and Francois were terrified. Becky had had this happen to her before, but this was new for them. As the Giant stood to her full height, they clutched onto the flesh of the Giant’s palm with all their might.

Once the movement stopped, Becky and the two men looked up at the Giant’s face, who seemed pleased at having them in her possession.

“I’m taking you with me” the Giant Woman said.

This wasn’t a question. It was a statement. She was taking them with her with or without their consent. But despite their nausea, the three of them were happy that the first part of their plan had been accomplished.

Emilia was relieved. There had been twenty, thirty of them, she estimated. And although she only had three in her possession, this was considerably better than going home empty handed.

* * *

Emilia was thinking three steps ahead as she walked, unaware that each of her steps would take those she carried twenty to ten to fifteen seconds to traverse. She did her best to hold them appropriately, not too loose and not too tight. She kept her huge brown eyes on them as she ventured closer to home. 

As she neared her street, Emilia grew concerned as to how she would get them to her home undetected. Hers was a busy street with condos and coffee shops.

Emilia glanced around. No pedestrians approaching.

Yes. This was going to work. And once they were at her place, she could feed them, clean them and find out how else she could help both them…

Maybe she could even find the others.

No sooner had she thought this, then did she hear—

“I think you dropped something!”

Emilia turned. A little old lady stood there, holding up Emilia’s pendant. Emilia was so concerned about not having the little people detected, that she almost kept walking.

But this was the pendant her Mother had given her.

“Oh, did that thing come off again?” said Emilia, turning and heading towards the woman. As she walked, she deftly gathered her three companions into a single hand, then, not all together gently, stuffed all three of them into the pocket of her shorts.

“So it’s yours then?” asked the little old lady.

“Yes”, Emilia said. “Thank you so much for letting me know it came off.”

Emilia took the necklace, looked at the pendant. Smiled at the woman.

* * *

Inside the Giant’s pocket, the three miniature people struggled. Francois had Becky’s foot in his face, while he himself was practically suffocating Michael at the same time. There was no stable ground and virtually no source of light.

The motion of the Giant they could, of course, detect . Each step the Giant took vibrated and shook them, causing them to sink deeper and deeper into her pocket, until they came to rest against her thigh.

Though everything they heard was muffled, they could all hear keys unlocking a door, followed by the outside ambience becoming distant.  They had been taken into the Giant’s home.

It was moments later when the three tiny people, Becky, Francois and Michael were gently extracted from the Giant’s pocket and lay down onto a soft surface. She did this one at a time, starting with Becky.

The three of them were definitely ruffled and not all that happy with the Giant’s choice of transport. But considering what had happened (being picked up by a Giant, transported who knows how far away from their house, only to be shoved in her pocket), they were happy to be alive.

Each of them took in their surroundings at a different rate. It was much warmer than outside. And much, much quieter. They appeared to be in a kitchen, a fact that was  confirmed as the Giant woman kneeled down next to them with a coffee cup in hand.

“Say something. So I can tell if I can hear you” the Giant woman said.

The trio of miniature people just stood there. They’d been in a giant jungle before (which was in reality just a cliff that led to a series of rivers), but never in a formal structure like this. Not at least since they’d been shrunk.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt—Is anyone hurt?”

The three tiny people looked to one another. They were intact. Michael had a sore jaw from Becky’s foot in his face, otherwise they seemed fine.

“I’m Emilia” the Giant said, smiling down at them.

Still no response.

“It’s okay”, said Emilia, “I would never hurt any of you. In fact, I’d like to know more so maybe we can…I dunno, find your friends.”

Becky stepped forwards.

“My name’s Becky”

“Hi, Becky”, said Emilia. “You’re the one I picked up earlier, right?”

“Yes”, Becky said, before turning to the two men who were evidently too nervous to speak.  Either that or they elected to let Becky speak for them.

“This is Francois and Michael”

Emilia stretched out her hand and all three of the little people flinched.

Emilia smiled, reassuringly.

“It’s okay. You have nothing to fear from me. Promise.”

With that, Emilia extended her pinky finger, not too close, but close enough that one of them could “shake her hand” should they want to.

Becky took a few steps and grabbed hold of Emilia’s pinky finger. It was absurd, of course, since her pinky was basically the same size she was.

Emilia’s smile widened as they made physical contact.

“I’m Francois” came the next reply, followed by Michael.

“It’s so nice to meet you tiny people” said Emilia.

With that, she shot up to her feet.

“Who’s hungry?”

* * *

The three diminutive people, still in Emilia’s kitchen, sat on a cutting board, devouring an absolutely huge piece of cheese. Nearby was the knife Emilia had used. When Emilia saw Becky eyeing the knife nervously, she immediately removed it from sight.

“Sorry, sorry… I can’t exactly say this has happened to me before.”

Emilia bent forwards to watch them. It occurred to her that she could do this for hours on end. It was fascinating, not to mention extremely cute.

“I have questions” she said down to them, her voice barely a husky whisper, “but I can wait until you’re done eating.”

Becky stood and came closer to where Emilia’s face was.

“I’m ready” the tiny woman said, raising her voice to be heard.

“What…happened to make you like this?”

Becky was about to answer, when Francois stepped in front of her.

 “None of us know”, he said. “We woke up like we are now”

“You have no idea how this happened?” Emilia asked.

They shook their heads.

Michael stood now and approached.

“We were abducted. And left to die”

“Abducted?” Emilia asked. “By whom?”

“We don’t know!” yelled Michael.

“Did you know each other before waking up like this?”

There was a brief moment of silence. If Emilia was squinting (or her face even closer to them, but she suspected that might be overwhelming) she would see Michael and Francois exchange a brief nervous look.

“It’s okay. You three need to rest.”

* * *

Emilia stood at the doorway to her bedroom, peeking inside like one might do with a sleeping infant. It was evening now and the three people she had brought home were fast asleep. She had lay the three of them on her bed, just below the pillows, covered in tiny bits of an old shirt she had cut apart.

The three tiny humans slept like the dead.

* * *

Emilia watched television, flipping through channels, stopping on nothing longer than ten seconds. She was absorbed by these people in her room. Is this actually happening? Are there three tiny people asleep in her room? How big must her bed seem to them?

Emilia dozed at one point and awoke at three AM. Her sofa was too small to stretch out on and there was a kink in her neck from the way she slept.

She stood and went to her bedroom, tip-toeing towards it, when a horrible thought occurred to her.

What if they were gone? What if one of them had fallen off the bed?

Her pace increased until she was outside her room. She peeked in the door. It was too dark to tell what state they were in.

She crept closer. Slowly.

Then she exhaled deeply and her shoulders relaxed.

Becky, Francois and Michael were still fast asleep. And by the looks of it, they hadn’t moved an inch.

Emilia smiled like a complete idiot. These weren’t baby kittens. They were people. People smaller than a cigarette lighter.

She stood there for a long moment, looking to how inviting her bed seemed. She could sleep off in the corner and they wouldn’t even know she was there.

But what if she rolled over and squashed them? She wouldn’t though. She would never.

Emilia gently took hold of the quilt they lay on and gently pulled it so all three of them moved in unison, away from the centre of the bed.

She looked down at the space she’d created. Lots of room for her.

Emilia took off her shirt, her jeans, socks, then grabbed an extra large shirt that she slept in and slid it over her head.

Then SLOWLY, she crawled into bed next to them. Laying next to them was thrilling in a way. She wanted to take care of them. To hold them. Hug them, comfort them.

* * *

Emilia woke and flinched, her Giant hand brushing her face, her nose. Silence.

Then another tickling sensation.

Emilia opened her big brown eyes and struggled to focus on something that was too close for her to make out.

She leaned up and stare down at the covers of her bed. It was Becky who stood there. And yet the two men continued to sleep behind where Becky stood.

“Is everything okay?” Emilia asked.

Becky gestured with her hands, indicating that Emilia lower her voice.

“Oh. Sorry” she said.

With that Emilia’s Giant face lowered to the surface, then lay her cheek down on the bed so that she could look at Becky. It was dark outside, though she didn’t bother to check what time it was. It had to be late though.

“What’s up?” said Emilia to the tiny woman on her bed.

Becky approached Emilia’s huge face and cupped her hands.

“Why don’t you whisper in my ear?”

Becky nodded and headed closer as Emilia’s brushed the hair from the side of her head, exposing her ear to Becky. Now she could hear exactly what this little lady had to say.

* * *

“I need to talk to you about those men”, Becky said.

Emilia’s face grew concerned. What could the tiny woman mean?

Becky faced the enormous woman, whose face took up her entire field of view. Becky was quick to notice the giant woman spy something behind her. Becky turned, only to see Francois approach, putting on a smile.

“How long have we been out?” he asked.

Emilia smiled at the two of them standing on her bed. The third man, Michael, remained asleep behind Becky and Francois.

“I’d say about six hours…seven maybe?”

Francois stood next to Becky, almost possessively. Emilia was close enough to them to see their facial expressions. She noted that Becky tensed up the moment that Francois appeared by her side.

“We needed it, believe me” he said.

“I’m going to go sleep on the sofa. I’ll wake you three in the morning, okay?”

Becky nodded worriedly as Emilia stood to her statuesque height.

“What was that about?” Francois asked her once Emilia had left the room and closed the door.

“Nothing. We were…we just talked for twenty seconds before you woke up.”

Francois believed her. Mostly.

“I’m going to catch some more sleep”, he said. “Coming Beck?”

Becky looked to the Giant, who was so very easy to track, given her immense size, half smiled, then back to Francois. “Right behind you.”

* * *

Becky was asleep when she had a dream that the Giant woman was gently picking her up. Her fingers were firm, but soft. Becky dreamed that she was floating through the house, out from the room and into what must be the living room.

As she came to, Becky realized at once that she wasn’t dreaming. The Giant woman had indeed picked her up while she was asleep and was in the midst of moving her to another room where she would be out of sight from the two men.

Becky sat up and clutched onto the Giant’s finger as she felt herself descend. She closed her eyes, but the dizziness remained. She’d never been a fan of amusement parks and still wasn’t. This would take some getting used to.

Once on the coffee table, the Giant woman’s fingers gently opened, allowing Becky to step off and onto the wooden surface. The Giant was wearing cotton shorts and an undershirt. It was night time. The Giant had obviously waited for the men to drift off, before moving her to the living room.

“What did you mean earlier…when you said something about the other two?”

Becky had weighed whether or not it was a mistake to have brought it up, but it was too late now. There was something about being faced with a being as large as Emilia that made her incapable of spinning a tale. She sensed no danger from the Giant, but just the same, she wasn’t about to go against her will.

“I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Emilia sensed her reluctance and slowly crawled off the sofa and slid her torso to the floor, so that she might be close to Becky. Emilia’s face loomed large over Becky.

“It’s alright”, she said. “You can confide in me. Us girls need to stick together, right?”

Becky smiled up at Emilia.

“I suppose you’re right.”

“Now what were you going to tell me?”

Becky swallowed.

“Those men…Francois and Michael…the whole group in fact…”

Becky looked up at Emilia’s huge brown eyes, noticing every time she blinked. The Giant seemed to be studying her. Waiting. Expectantly.

“The reason they were where you found them…well, it’s because they’re – “

“Okay, look”, the Giant said down to her, scooping her up with her hand and bringing her up to her enormous face. “You’re going to tell me now or I’m going to stuff you in one of my dirty socks.”

Becky’s blood froze. Was this woman deranged? Had Becky misread the situation?

Silence hung in the air for a long second before Emilia broke into a smile.

“Kidding. I’m kidding!” she laughed.

Emilia did not lower Becky to the coffee table, but held her in place, staring at her, compassionately.

“Bad joke. I’m sorry”

Becky nodded.

“Now what were you going to tell me?”

“What you stumbled across was…was a prison compound. Those men, those women, they’re convicts.”

Emilia’s Giant face wrinkled with concern.

“I know it must sound weird…to find a tiny group of—“

 “And you? Are you a convict as well?” Emilia said to the tiny woman in her hand.

Becky dared herself to look directly up into the Giant’s face.

“I was a guard. My job was to watch them.”

“But why…I don’t’ understand. Why shrink them?”

Becky must have looked nervous because the Giant Emilia had loosened her fingers, from which thereand began stroking Becky’s back with her large finger. Whatever Emilia’s intent, it worked. Feeling such tenderness from such a colossal being, a woman so large that she could crush Becky in the very hand she held her in, was lulling her into a more relaxed state.

“It was part of a…I don’t know, some new technology to reduce prison populations…or at least the size of them.”

“But why out there? You could have died. Surely that wasn’t their intent, was it?”

“It was a pilot project, but also…also a punishment, I suppose. They wanted to see what sorts of environments people – little people – could survive in.”

Emilia’s face, her mouth specifically, had opened into a large “O”.

“How terrible.”

Becky nodded. “I was there in case a riot broke out. I had a firearm, but they took it from me right after we were left there. Yesterday I guess it was. Or maybe it was a week ago. I don’t know!”

Becky put her face in her hands while Emilia tried to imagine what this must be like. Of course, there’s only so far she could go in empathizing. She herself had never come across a hundred foot tall woman such as herself, but she could definitely relate to the fear. Emilia’s first instinct was to comfort Becky.

Emilia gently lifted Becky’s droopy head with her pinky finger. Becky had no choice but to look at this Giant beaming face.

She took no small amount of relief in this. Having a Giant on your side tends to boost your confidence. But still, the concern remained.

“You can’t let the other two know we spoke about this…”

“No, of course, but— why don’t I keep you separately from them?”

“I’d like that”, said Becky, as Emilia’s Giant hand descended towards her and slowly enveloped her within her colossal fingers.

“Can I—?

Becky rose into the air as Emilia stood up.

“Whoa—”

“What was that?” asked Emilia?

“Can I touch your face?”

“Touch MY face? Of course. Here, let me set you down.”

Becky crawled from Emilia’s hand and stepped down onto the desk. When she turned, Emilia had lowered herself to her knees and shuffled forwards, so that she could place her face within tiny Becky’s reach.

That meant getting VERY close.

At first Becky wasn’t sure what to do. Emilia’s face was so…huge that even with her chin resting on the same surface that Becky stood, she could not reach much higher than Emilia’s lips.

“It’s soo crazy how—”

“How big I am?” Emilia laughed.

Becky nodded, continuing to caress Emilia’s bottom and upper lip. It was spongy, but firm. It gave under pressure, but only by a little bit.

Emilia closed her mouth and chuckled, partly because she felt awkward. Her mouth, her skin…her teeth, all of it must look terrible from Becky’s magnified perception.

“You’re so beautiful” said Becky.

Emilia smiled. She didn’t know what to say.

Emilia pulled her head back, leaving the tiny woman standing there, embarrassed.

“Should I take you back?”

Becky looked embarrassed for a moment.

“Did you want to sleep with me instead?”

Becky looked up at the Giant, suddenly hopeful.

* * *

YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT I FOUND (chapter 3)

* * *

Francois and Michael had been awake for over an hour now. They were hungry, they were confused, but mostly, they were angry.

Where was Becky?

These were not men who sat around waiting for answers. These were men who took action. But there was no action that could be taken. They were in the middle of a queen sized mattress that was bigger than the size of a school gymnasium. Imagining how silly they must look only made them angrier.

One thing was certain. If Becky was with the Giant woman and making plans without them, she would regret it. Francois would make sure of that.

* * *

Becky was about to awake in a situation it’s fair to say few human beings (if any) have experienced.

She was laying face down in the soft, yet firm skin of Emilia’s upper chest. Specifically, she was positioned below Emilia’s throat, but above the curve of her breasts.

As Becky woke, she stretched, blinked her eyes several times and quickly gathered her thoughts, replaying her memories. She quickly became aware of the rise and fall of Emilia’s breath as it lifted her higher, then lower, higher, then lower.

Above her, flat on her back, lay Emilia. She had fallen asleep with the tiny woman on her chest. It wasn’t the greatest of sleeps, knowing that she must’ve move. Was this a subconscious thing? The protective side of her knowing deep down that she mustn’t turn on her side, or worse, sleep on her stomach for fear of smothering or crushing this tiny being?

Emilia had been awake for over twenty minutes. She was wearing a tank top and underwear. She was about to wake Becky, but suddenly realized she didn’t have to. She could feel Becky sit up. It was such a faint sensation that came close to tickling, but of course Emilia resisted the urge to scratch.

Rather than sit up, Emilia was content to lay there and to guess what her tiny companion was doing.

Becky, however, could not see that Emilia was awake. The closest she could come was the underside of her vast, smooth chin and throat.

When Becky stood up, Emilia could immediately tell what was going on. To see for herself, she would have to lift her head and peer down. But she was content to let the tiny tickling sensation continue. It felt good. Not in a bad way, just…gentle.

Standing now, Becky  took in the view of Emilia’s lower torso. Her view comprised of two breasts, medium sized, on her left and right. Medium sized, sure, for a female of Emilia’s age, but to Becky, they were, of course, enormous. Beyond that, the giant’s stomach and even further into the distance, her pelvis and legs…legs that seemed to stretch forever.

How long would it take to walk all the way down to her feet, Becky wondered.

Becky took a few steps to her right and stopped to peer downwards to the gap between the Giant’s chest and arm. How far down was it? Tough to tell.

Becky again looked down the length of the Giant’s body. It stretched before her like a highway, complete with dips, valleys and hills. If she wanted to slide down, it would be less distance if she slide down from her ankle bone…but that would mean traversing down the length of the Giant’s body.

To watch the scene, you’d think Becky’s plan was to escape. But nothing could be further from the truth. No in fact she was perfectly content for the moment. How many people get to experience this sort of thing in their lives? Becky’s true motive would remain hidden. For now.

The Giant twitched somehow, setting Becky off balance. She looked again down to the crevice between the Giant’s ribcage and arm. Becky spun around, frantically trying to grab onto something, but their wasn’t time to latch onto the fabric of the Giant’s tank top.

* * *

Emilia’s eyes opened in surprise at the sensation of Emilia touching her like she was. She had a shirt on, of course, but the faint sensation this tiny woman caused was electrifying.

Down Becky went, but she did not connect with the mattress, but rather, become wedged between the inside of Emilia’s bicep and her ribcage.

Emilia listened. She could pretend to remain asleep, but what if Becky was in trouble?

After a moment, Becky’s struggles intensified, tickling Emilia to no end. Finally she revealed that she was awake.

“How’s everything going down there?” she asked, chuckling to herself.

Emilia’s house was quiet, so it was easier to hear Becky, even though she sounded muffled.

“I could use a hand, actually” came the distant reply.

Carefully, Emilia moved he arm away from her ribcage and felt Becky fall loosely to the surface of her bed. Emilia waited another moment, then leaned up on her elbows and waited for Becky to emerge.

Becky eventually appeared along Emilia’s side. Emilia had told herself that she wouldn’t laugh at the woman, but truthfully, her tiny stature, next to her own, was ridiculously cute. Emilia had never been a big person. Not a big kid, not a big teenager or adult. But perspective changes everything. Right now she felt like the jolly green giant from those old commercials. Bigger than big. Huger than huge.

She was a friggin’ giant.

And while at first that made her uncomfortable, she was envisioning herself in the role more and more easily. Emilia would obviously be a gentle giant, she thought to herself. This brought a smile to her face.

“What are you going to do now?” Emilia’s Giant voice bellowed down to the tiny woman.

Becky looked around, then smiled at the giant.

“I was going to go explore, but since you’re up, I’d talk to you face-to-face” she said.

Emilia soon extended one of her hands towards Becky, but Becky wouldn’t have it.

“Nope. I gotta figure this out myself, so…”

Becky grabbed hold of the fabric of Emilia’s tank top and started to pull herself up.

Oh my gosh, Emilia thought. She’s climbing me! She couldn’t say this was on her bucket list, but it was…also…yes…it was enjoyable. Feeling her little hands and feet try to find purchase in her soft flesh felt…wonderful. She had to admit.

Emilia found herself admiring Becky’s determination, as the tiny woman, inch by inch, scaled the side of her stomach, grasping onto the fabric of her shirt and having to stop every few seconds due to exerting herself.

“Is there something you want to talk to me about?” asked Emilia to the tiny woman scaling her side. But Becky was too absorbed by her task to answer. Another lurch and—

There. She made it.

Becky was now the proud climber of giant women. She stood on Emilia’s stomach, feeling it rise and fall. She caught her breath. Then she started upwards, towards Emilia’s face.

“Decisions, decisions…” laughed Emilia.

“What?” asked Becky.

Emilia chuckled again, looking down between her breasts.

“To go through or around.”

“I think if I went around, I’d fall again, so…”

Becky trod further up the giant’s body, traversing between her breasts, which were of course, safely covered by Emilia’s tank top.

“Feel like I’m watching Twin Peaks!” she yelled up to the Giant, trying to make light of it all.

Again, Emilia resisted the urge to laugh, knowing that it would likely knock Becky over.

BUT.

IT TICKLED.

SO.

MUCH.

Emilia could barely take it anymore, but what happened next made her wish all of this was over.

Her nipples were getting hard. Not because she was turned on, no. Just the sensation on her breasts. It had been a while. Last guy she dated had been five months ago. She had forgotten how much she liked being touched. But here, in this instance, it was embarrassing.

“Here, let me take you off of—“ she stammered, but Becky simply sat down.

“It’s okay”, Becky said up to the enormous face looming over her. “I’m comfortable. How about you?”

Emilia thought for a second. Sure she was comfortable, but this was weird. This feeling wasn’t something she was enjoying.

“Are you—are you blushing?” she asked the Giant.

Emilia raised a giant arm and a giant hand to cover her face for a moment.

“Look”, Becky said “I’m the one who’s down to 1/100th of my regular size, or whatever. I’m the one you could squash if you rolled over. And I’m the one who’s completely vulnerable right now, so…relax.”

Emilia couldn’t believe she was getting this flustered. Of course Becky was right. And even though her nipples were jutting out beneath her tank top, Becky hadn’t seem to have noticed. Or if she had noticed, she didn’t seem to care.

“Okay, shoot. What did you need to tell me?”

Becky looked up at Emilia from between her breasts. She grinned. Definitely distracted by the giant boobs that flanked her side.

“Just say it” said Emilia down to the woman standing between her boobs. She was definitely getting flustered as she fought the urge to lay back and just enjoy the sensations make by the tiny person crawling between her breasts.

Becky outstretched her arm and leaned against the side of Emilia’s left boob to steady herself.

Emilia’s pulse immediately accelerated and she suddenly had to lick her lips. She could sense a gentle tingling sensation off in the distance.

“I’m scared for myself, if you must know”, said Becky. “They’re out there...those two men, Michael and Francois. And sure, I’m with you, but—“

Emilia bit her lip. Her heart seemed thunderously loud inside her head.

 “I’d feel safe if…they weren’t, you know, allowed to wander around your house."

Becky took her weight off Emilia’s Giant breast and began to pad around her cleavage.

“You don’t have to worry about that” Emilia breathed out at a fraction of her normal volume.

Emilia was so close now. So close to just laying back and letting this woman walk up and down her body. The pleasures it would bring.

“Why not? Why don’t I have to worry about them?” asked Becky.

Emilia allowed her eyes to gently close, just for a moment.

“I stuck them in a fish bowl while you were asleep”

A big smile creased Becky’s tiny face. So big that Emilia could identify it despite the woman’s tiny stature.

“Are you serious?” she asked the Giant.

 Emilia managed a slight nod and a slight smile.

“It had a dead spider in it. Should’ve seen their faces.”

Becky thought for a second, taking this in. She laughed, she spun on her feet. Then the concern grew again.

“What did they do, I mean--?”

“What do you mean?” whispered Emilia.

“Well, I mean…they’re dangerous…I’ve seen those two do things that—“

Emilia managed a slight chuckle. She continued to talk quietly, as if near esctacy.

“I just picked them up and put them in the fish tank. No big deal”

“And?”

“I could barely feel them. They were basically nothing. They were pretty mad though.”

“Really?” asked Becky, almost frantically.

“When I was carrying them, I could feel them pushing against my fingers.”

Emilia eked out another chuckle.

“I think they were trying their hardest…poor little things.”

Of course they were no match for Emilia, Becky thought. Why had she been so worried? What? Had she imagined the men being able to do anything to her? They are nothing against this…this Giant. Literally. But of course that meant Becky wouldn’t be anything against her either. At least physically.

“I’m so relieved. Thank you.”

She leaned her back against Emilia’s giant breast, noting that she could rest her entire weight against it and it would barely give.

“And you did that for me. Thank you, thank you!”

With that, Becky turned to face Emilia’s breast directly.

“You’re too big to give a hug to, so---“

Becky widened her arms and gave Emilia’s breast a hug. Not a real hug, as most would understand it, but a hug just the same.

Emilia was almost in a panic at this point. She was so close now. So close to sitting up and calling this off. She obviously couldn’t be this close to someone of this size without embarrassing herself. What a jerk she was. Getting turned on by a miniature woman.

Then Emilia felt a different sensation. She peered down and watched, half in horror and half on the verge of ecstatic pleasure as Becky attempted to climb her breast.

It took Becky a few seconds and at one point Emilia had to roll over towards the direction Becky was climbing, to ease her to the top and when she made it, she pumped her tiny hands into the air.

There was pride in Becky's eyes. Hey, I climbed a woman’s tit, she seemed to say.

With that, Becky looked down at the fabric covering Emilia’s breast. It was obvious to both of them (perhaps more so Becky) that Emilia's nipples were erect.

Becky kneeled down onto Emilia’s breast, taking care not to fall off, and began touching, kneading, pushing and pulling on Emilia’s nipple.

Of course this made it all the more erect.

Emilia gasped and looked down at the woman, completely embarrassed.

“You shouldn’t do that, you—“

“Don’t be silly”, said Becky.

She continued to touch her nipple, pushing it, moving it in circular motions, completely aware of how this was tantalizing the giant.

"Go ahead, by the way. Y’know, If you need to masturbate. I won’t stop you. Girl’s gotta get it while she can.”

Emilia’s concern was etched onto her face, which was part intent concentration and part impending relief of a large and powerful orgasm.

“Pretend I’m not even here, okay?”

If Emilia was startled by Becky’s directedness, you could barely tell. Maybe the tiny woman was right. This was basically the same as when she pleasured herself. No one was here, no one was watching... Except a tiny, little woman who would fit in her hand. She didn't really count, did she?

It was basically like being alone.

Slowly, Emilia’s giant and long arm raised into the air, then descended until her fingers found the area between her legs. She didn’t even have to slide her fingers underneath her shorts. Instead she just lightly stroked her vagina overtop of the fabric. It wouldn’t be long, no it woul—

EMILIA ORGASMED

Her limbs tightened, her mouth clenched and this wave of electric pleasure seemed to last eight or nine seconds. In fact, Emilia briefly forgot where she was.

When she finally did open her eyes, they fell directly onto Becky, who sat astride her breast. Smiling up at her. Emilia immediately felt ashamed.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about. Nothing. You did me a favour…and I tried to return the favor in my own little and comically pathetic way.” Becky laughed. “I mean what else could I possibly do at this size??”

What else indeed?