Scott

 I was shoulder-deep in the carpet in Sandra
Bullock's bedroom.

 And cursing myself.

 My resistance had been futile.  Biology had
overwhelmed me, and I'd cheated on Sarah.

 No way, pally--you did it yourself.

 Like Hell!  I was overcome.  You try being
celibate while sitting in a woman's panties.

 You didn't have to run to Sandra in the first place.
 You could have stayed put.  But you ran to her like a schoolboy.

 She was a good option.  The best I had.

 And you didn't notice her shorts, chum?

 Damn it.

* * *

Sandra

 The dress had come, along with the nice new diamond
necklace I'd ordered.  They went well together--and the green
looked nice.  Better than pink--I'm never wearing pink again as
long as I live.

 So I did myself up nice, did my hair myself (a girl
needs some skills, you know), and put the necklace on--missed
the clasp and dropped it.

 Oh well, no harm done.  I picked it up off the floor
and put it on.  And then I was on my way.  I was almost later
than fashionably late. Not good.

* * *

Scott

 I was going to stay back, and figure out a way onto
Sandra's bed, when that necklace dropped, three feet from me.

 Well, I'm not an idiot.  I grabbed on, and rode it
all the way to Sandra's neck.

 I could maybe get her attention if I reached her
ear.  I'd have to try.

 But her hair was up!  I would have to bide my time,
wait for a stray hair to work its way free.

 In the meantime, I'd enjoy the party.  From my odd
vantage point, it was hard people watching, but it looked like
there were other stars there.  I though I saw Sherilyn Fenn, and
maybe Alicia Silverstone, but I wasn't sure...the world went by
at warp speed.  The fly on the wall doesn't see much, especially
when that wall is moving.

 I finally got my chance, after what seemed like
hours of waiting. One solitary hair broke free from Sandra's
'do, and floated down towards me, a perfect rope.  I made like a
gym student, and started to climb.

 For about a second--then that hair broke loose
completely.

 Now, at half an inch tall, I was subject to gravity,
but that hair was long enough to catch a breeze, and I rode to
dizzying heights. Finally, after soaring several feet in the
air, I began to descend.

 I was falling slowly towards a tray of hors
d'oeuvres, carried unsteadily by a servant apparently too
interested in star-gazing to attend to her duty properly.  I
tried to float towards it--I hoped to avoid landing on the floor.

 I would have been fine, but just as I was about
touch down on an empty part of the platter, the servant tipped
it up ever-so slightly, causing me to fly straight into pate or
something.  I let go of the hair, and watched it float upwards
again as I tried to free myself.

 Whatever it was, I was stuck fast.  I hoped that I
would work myself free in time to avoid being eaten.

 I wasn't quick enough, however.  I felt the cracker
lift, and turned to see, just briefly, an immense face,
familiar--a singer, wasn't it?  No matter--she was going to eat
me.

 I kept it up, though--I wasn't going to go down if I
didn't have to.  And I got lucky--I freed myself just as she
popped the whole cracker into her mouth.

 I searched frantically for someplace to alight.  I
worked my way under her tongue, hoping to wait things out there.
I was being pulled backwards, though, and I thought all was
lost, until I felt the piece of metal.

 A tongue stud.  The back of it, to be specific.  I
grabbed hold for dear life.

 I might live to be hanged yet.

* * *

Mel B.

 The party wasn't bad.  Not that I like Hollywood
parties, but still, they aren't bad.

 All five of us were there, of course--we're like a
matched set.  I mean, I love the rest of the group, but I really
can't wait for my solo deal to come through.  I need a break.

 Anyhow, I was eating the pate (which was terrible,
by the way--there were chunks in it!  One got stuck on my
stud--underneath, thank God), and Geri said we should leave and
go back to the hotel--I couldn't disagree, and Em was the only
one who wanted to stick around, and even she didn't really want
to stay, she was just busy hitting on Brad Pitt--so we all five
of us went back to the Ritz Carlton and relaxed.

* * *

Scott

 It was fortunate that this woman talked so much--I
was able to make the leap out of her mouth just as she said the
letter "L," clearing her lips by a good three inches.

 I fell onto her breasts--well, I'm getting used to
it, actually. She was wearing a dress which was, I think,
designed to maximize her decolletage.  From here, I was able to
get a better view of her.  She was black, with wild hair and an
engaging smile.  I thought I recognized her as one of the girls
in that band--Spicy Girls?  I forget.  Karen likes 'em, and
Sarah plays the album once in a while.  I guess they're supposed
to be sort of a female, British New Kids on the Block--well,
female and British is an improvement, I guess.

 Anyhow, we were leaving the party.  I said a silent
goodbye to Sandra, wherever she was, and sighed.  I felt the
gentle undulations of this woman's breasts, and found myself
dozing off.

* * *

 I awoke to find my host disrobing, and myself
sliding off the woman's breasts towards the ground.

There was nothing to grab onto, so I just balled
myself up, and absorbed the blow.  It wasn't so bad, actually.
It hurt even less than it would've when I was an inch tall.
Never did figure out why that was so--something to do with mass,
I guess.

 A familiar/unfamiliar scent permeated the area.  I
looked around--I'd landed in the woman's panties!  A little
g-string number, it looked like.  Indeed, I would've been
suprised if so little fabric could cover a girl my height
adequately.

 I felt myself being lifted, then set on a counter.
I was about to look for an exit, when something completely
unexpected happened.

* * *

Geri

 I've given up on scrunchies, they're a waste of
money, since I never wear them in public.  I wear undies
instead.  I mean, they do the same job, but I've already got
undies.

 But not tonight--all were dirty.  As were Mel's--Mel
B, that is--she's the one that taught me this little trick.

 But her pair that she wore to the party was
perfect--tiny little things, good for many, many different
things.  And she'd only worn 'em for a few hours, so I asked if
I could borrow them.

 No problem, she said, so I tied up my hair and sat
down to watch the tele for a while before I went to sleep.  We
had a video shoot the next day, and I wanted to get some rest.

* * *

Scott

 The hair was not that of the owner of those panties.
 It was a brilliant red, and ordinarily, I would have admired
it, but as it was, I was trapped next to it.

 Well, at least I wasn't falling anywhere.  I was
just hermetically sealed next to the hair of an attractive young
woman.

 My stomach rumbled.  I hadn't eaten since...since
Sadako gave me the rice?  That long?

 I should've eaten some of the pate, rather than try
to escape it.

 No, then I'd be nutrients in the bloodstream of a
different attractive young woman.

 Oh well, there'd be time to eat later.  Right now, I
had to escape my latest predicatment, and try to figure out what
I could do to find Sarah.

* * *

Geri

 I turned off the tele, and went to bed.  It wasn't
very late, but I was sleepy, and I had to get up early the next
day.  I turned off the light, and began to nod off.

* * *

Scott

 I pushed my way free when the woman laid down--her
hair had shifted, and it was an easy drop to the pillow below.

 I looked at her in awe--she was lovely, I realized,
absolutely beautiful.  I thought about trying to contact her,
somehow, but put it aside.  I didn't even know if she would hear
me, and even if she did, what would she do to me?  I didn't want
to find out.

 Instead, I stretched out on the pillow, and tried to
sleep.  If only I was even six inches tall, I though, this would
be easy.

* * *

Geri

 I had the strangest dream that I've ever had that
night.  It seemed really real, too.  But it couldn't have
happened.  It isn't possible.

 I was in my bed, and I looked next to me, and there,
sleeping, was a tiny little man.

 I touched him, and he woke up. I smiled at him.  He
seemed stunned, then started to speak, but before he could, I
picked him up.

* * *

Scott

 I was dreaming--I had to be.  I was huge--six inches
tall, at least.

 The woman picked me up, and kissed me.  "Little
angel," she murmured, dreamily.  "What are you doing here?"

 I answered, "I'm trying to find my girlfriend--"

 "You've found her," said the Giantess, as she slid
me along her breasts.  "I know what you want to do."

 "What?"

"What all men want to do--all the straight ones,
anyhow.  Fuck me, right?"

 I was speechless.  I wanted to say no, but didn't
get a chance. She brought me under her covers, and slid me along
her stomach.

 She spread herself wide, and pushed me in,
headfirst.  I tried to stop her, but my gyrations just seemed to
excite her more.

* * *

Geri

 He was inside me, and I had a delicious feeling.  I
pushed him deeper, then pulled him out.  We repeated this until
I came, and I sighed. A nice dream, I thought lazily, and it
ended with him still inside of me, moving around and trying to
satisfy me.

 A strange dream, and a very pleasant one.

* * *

Scott

 I drifted off to sleep, or back into another
dream--I wasn't sure which.  I was inside of the woman's cunt,
filling it almost completely, and I wished I could stay this
size, but I knew that when I woke up, I'd be back to half an
inch tall.

* * *

 But I was inside of the Giantess.

 What really happened?  Was I really six inches tall?
 
 Or were we both dreaming similar things at the same time?  I
didn't know, but I did know I needed to get out of here--if she
woke up and had to go to the bathroom, I could be flooded out.

 So I climbed until I reached her bush, a huge mass
of red curls, and was about to slide down her inner thigh to
freedom, when she arose.

 I held on for dear life as she fastened her robe
about her and walked.  I leapt to the robe, and was glad to be
on it as she removed it, and went about her business.

 I clambered downwards to the hem of the robe, and
dropped into a pair of fuzzy bunny slippers below.  I could hear
the shower running--these were probably the property of the
shower-user.  I started climbing....

 Too late.  I had just started when the shower
stopped, and moments later, I felt rain on the top of my head.

 It didn't come from a cloud.  It was dripping off of
a shapely foot, that was rapidly lowering itself towards me.