Shrinky Maze Runner Surprise: Let the Games Begin

Henry Liger had one last word for the group of giantesses.
He walked over to them and leaned over, his height towering over them, “And
ladies, don’t be afraid to rip off their little shorts.”

Peggy sniggered out loud as she giggled internally. She,
alone of the workforce, was well aware of her boss’ bisexual nature.

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“Here, take these”, said Charles as he handed Sean a couple
of fog bombs. They were shaped like the German grenades of WW2, but when they
detonated, they would simply produce a fog screen. Charles also had carried a
bit of rope with a grappling hook as well as a couple torque hooks to use on
the multitude of ziplining locations throughout the maze. These ziplines were
of a crude variety, not the comfortable pulley system, but instead just metal
V-hooks with leather handles. All the equipment was located in the central hub,
so it was incumbent upon them to take what they could carry now so as to not
have to retreat back to it.

“Let’s make our way towards the first zipline on the left”,
suggested Charles. There we can observe things for a bit and see which giant
women are where. Then we have an easy escape route down to a neat hiding spot,
if necessary.”

The three of them (Tommy had joined them) then scuttled into
position near the southern wing of the arena. 
Tommy had overheard the discussion about the giantesses and he saw
Charles as a person that knew what he was doing, so he decided to join them,
keeping a short distance behind.

Most of the other guys had went their separate ways, either
as singletons or in pairs, and few had taken advantage of the tiny supplies
offered in the large bin of the central hub. Spencer and Curt had moved out
towards the north side of the arena, along with JJ, while the Double D’s had
stayed more centrally located. The central location featured the most safe
haven spots, but also the most open expanse to get to them.

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All the giantesses had taken their place. From north to
south, there was Peggy, then Jasper, Jewels in the center, then Natalie and
finally Shay in the far south.

The women were instructed to try to keep their relative
position with each other so as not to bump into and disrupt each other’s
actions, but some lee-way was given for some overlap of areas.

Most of the shrinkies had gotten to their starting points
(hiding points for some) as they’d been given minutes to act before the
giantesses had been allowed access into the arena.

“BUZZZZZZZ!” went
the ringer signaling the beginning of the game.

All at once, all hell broke loose. Shrinkies were running,
jumping and sliding all over the arena. The giantesses were giggling and
running this way and that, making attempts to snatch the little guys.

The first to get snatched was Gerald McGuigan, the 42-yr old
chief investment analyst for the company. He had made a half-hearted attempt to
run towards the closest safe haven spot in the north. Gerald was thrilled – he
wasn’t an athlete and didn’t want to string things out, thus he’d decided to
put all his energy into getting close to the nearest safe haven and making a sprint
for it.

Gerald laughed heartily as Mox’ fingers ticked him. She
peeled off his shorts (Henry had privately asked her to remove the shorts from
all the shrinkies she caught) and gave him several licks before depositing him
into her fanny pack.

Elsewhere, in the south-central area, Dane was making
stopping and starting motions, trying to evade Natalie. He loved seeing Natalie
role play as a predator – it was such a change from her normal demeanor. He had
ziplined speedily from a tall tower at a downward angle between Natalie’s legs
and had landed softly behind her. Unfortunately, the nearest safe haven spot
was just in front of Natalie’s feet. Dane feinted first one direction, then
another, hoping Natalie would make a quick movement and get caught off balance
as she looked behind herself to try to find him.

For her part, Natalie was careful not to step back too
quickly, concerned she would splatter her boyfriend’s guts.

“Go Dane. Go Dane…”, cheered a couple onlookers as they
watched.

But Dane’s luck finally ran out, as Natalie finally got a
good luck at where he was and stepped back so that he was right underneath her.
As he looked up, she teased him, “Ah ah ah. No peeking.” She snatched him up
and gave him a quick kiss on his torso and abdomen before gently depositing him
with a smile into her fanny pack. She patted it affectionately, whispering to
him to “behave yourself and keep safe back there.”

“Okay kiddo”, he shouted back to her, though she didn’t hear
him.

As Natalie was congratulating herself on capturing her
boyfriend, Andre Deroin, a twenty-eight year old black man and Liger’s employee
of six years, had taken advantage of Natalie’s focus on Dane. Unlike Jonas,
Andre had alerted the shrink attendant, Jinx, early enough to save his thick
mustache and as he sneakily crawled up to the same spot Dane had ziplined from
and bid his time, his smile was somewhat hidden by it. His timing impeccable,
Andre ziplined towards the half-turned giantess.

Unlike Dane, he lets go of his torque hook and jumped off
the zipline as he approached Natalie’s shin, dropping roughly to the ground and
somersaulting twice before quickly gathering his bearings and sprinting the
short distance to the safe haven spot.

A short siren sounded as a blue light lit up around the pole
that Andre was leaning against. Many eyes turned thither.

“Well done”, said Charles to no one as he observed the
event.

“ARE YOU NOT
ENTERTAINED?!”, Andre yelled up to Natalie, shaking his fists.

Northward, inspired by Andre’s move and trying to take
advantage of the brief diversion, Dirk gave Dougan a fist-bump and said, “here
I go”. He leapt up in the air and took the steeply-sloped slide
head-first. 

“Bonzai!”, he screamed as he barreled down the slide. It was
an amazing view – he looked right and left as his tiny form careened onward and
downward, seeing Mox to his right and Jasper to his left, both some distance
from him. But where was Jewels?

“Hey there pipsqueak”, a feminine voice came from directly
above him. Dirk knew that voice well. Before he had even managed to look up, he
was roughly grabbed around his midsection and pulled upward. Simultaneously,
his shorts were stripped from him, falling helplessly to the ground below.

Jewels had crouched low, flanking Natalie, when she snatched
up Dirk from the slide. Dirk was entranced as he looked at Jewel’s bare belly,
with the diamond-studded belly button, as he was raised upwards. A form of
Stockholm Syndrome took hold of him. If he had been hypnotized to stand still,
adoringly gazing at her, the delta from his current actions would have been
nil. In fact, as he felt her gaze and the aura of her willpower over him, he
felt an odd warm sense of comfort and purpose, a shiver of anticipation tingled
throughout his being, making him squirm in her grasp. He was certainly turned
on.

Jewels giggled, “Now now Dirk, wait until I’ve swallowed you
before you move like that.”

Dirk was oblivious to her comment as he looked directly at
her huge face, muttering softly to himself, “Wow, what a beautiful smile.” His
gaze was on her mouth, moving up from there past her lovely philtrum, he
marveled at how perfectly symmetrical her nostrils were in their size and
shape. Just as he made eye contact with her, he was upended. It was almost in slow
motion as he watched her bring his legs towards her opening mouth and set him
on her waiting tongue. Dirk thought her teeth seemed so perfectly white and
clean and her breath was of a minty freshness.

“Mmmm, nice hose Dirk”, Jewels said, peering down at him as
she slurped him into her mouth. She didn’t take long with him as she retracted
her tongue and closed her lips, completely enveloping him, though she kept her
mouth ajar just enough to give him a look at where he was going.

After just a few seconds of lathering his body, she felt
that she’d gotten a good sense of his taste. She felt a twinge of anxiousness
to exert her superiority and power over him and gulped his serene form down.

Time stood still for a moment as many of the shrinkies, her fellow
giantesses and several onlookers heard the gulp and watched the squirming bulge
flow smoothly down neck.

Dirk didn’t realize what was happening until he was firmly
squeezed down the concentric rings of muscular tubing, kicking wildly as he
plopped into her stomach.

Jewels felt a sense of exhilaration. “Ha ha. You fucker
Dirk. I win the bet. You’ve been eaten. No more games for you”, she said
loudly.

“Well, that happened”, said a guy standing next to Henry
Liger.

“Who was that? Was that Dougan?”, asked a female observer.

“No, it was Dirk”, assured a woman named Candace. She was
looking in the huge monitor on the wall which had showed a close-up of the
voring.

“Oh, how fun. If I’d known it was like this, I’d have
volunteered to be one of the giantesses”, said another.

“Me too”, another agreed.

One thing became instantly obvious to all the remaining
shrinky maze runners as well as the observers.

Playtime was over!

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