Nadia was a beautiful girl and she knew it. Hell, anyone with eyes knew it. She had topped out at 5’3” in the 4th grade, but even as her peers outgrew her she was a sight to behold. Everyone knew who she was, and she would spend her days brushing and flipping her long raven black hair back across her shoulders, not just for style, but to catch the many guys staring at her ass as she walked past. She loved the attention, but it was sometimes too much to handle. Her one release was swimming. Her mom had convinced her to join the local community swim team when they had moved to the area, and it had become her safe haven. At swim practice she didn’t have to worry about dressing up (although she was always stunning), and her teammates were nice too. They weren’t the people she normally hung out with at school – and that was the point. None of the senior guys were willing to join the team to get into her pants, not that they could keep up with her if they tried. Years of training had accentuated Nadia’s looks beyond her face. Her shoulders had been sculpted, her abs cut down to a slender waist, and an ass and thighs were both firm and toned. She was serious about her swimming, she was even thinking about scholarships to swim in college, but that was just one of the reasons nothing ever happened between the two of you.

You remember the day she first showed up on the pool deck. Years ago, before puberty had turned her into the tanned goddess she was today. Even back then you knew you liked her. As the years passed you two had been good friends, teammates, and even training partners, but nothing more. Nadia seemed to have a steady stream of boyfriends, and you were content to just be in her life – admiring her from afar … but mostly up close. In fact, when she had invited you to join her for some extra dry land training outside of normal practice hours, you were overjoyed. Several times a week you’d get together before swim practice for runs, push-ups, interval training, and core work. The workouts where hard, but not as hard as not getting caught looking down her shirt, or the way her sport shorts would stretch over her perfect curves as she squatted. You liked her, but no guy wanted to seem pervy, so you did your best. She noticed you from time to time, and appreciated your discretion. But after she’d had a rough day at school, or was feeling worked up or flirty, she would purposefully wear her low-cut shirts and her booty shorts. She liked feeling beautiful, even slutty sometimes. And you were just a friend to tease.

That was your life before it all happened, before you had shrunk and ended up the size of a thumbtack. Now your relationship with Nadia is a little more complicated …

Swim practice ended at 8pm, and like always the team spent a few minutes on deck chatting, drying off, and socializing before heading home. You and Nadia always shared a lane, and as she pulled herself out of the water you couldn’t help but notice that her suit had ridden up a little higher during practice. You glimpsed the smooth cheeks that paled in comparison with the rest of her tanned complexion. Tan lines were just an occupational hazard. But seeing her take off her cap and goggles and letting the water splash down onto her chest and down her toned stomach would have been too much. You saved yourself the embarrassment of sporting an erection in front of everyone by slowly floating down to the bottom of the pool – letting all the air out of your lungs until they burned enough to remind your junk that they needed the extra blood. You swear that sometimes your dick had a mind of its own.

“So which events are you planning on swimming at regionals next month?” Nadia asked as you pulled yourself out of the pool and grabbed a towel quickly covering your waist. You weren’t ashamed of your body, in fact you were more cut that most guys, but no sense in taking risks around her.

“uh … sorry what?” You muttered in reply. 

“Which events did coach put you down for? If you want to make nationals you better start preparing now.”

It was odd for her to be so perky after practice, but you responded “Oh, I’m doing the 100 fly, the 200 IM, and the 200 free.” Her face twisted as if thinking. “Those are some tough events, I’m only doing the 100 fly with you. But here’s an idea, I’ll put together some power workouts for us so we can gear up for the meet. Sound good?

She didn’t even wait for a reply. Deep down she knew you’d never miss a workout with her. “Good, see you tomorrow, same time! Don’t be late!” With a quick wink she turned and walked away, leaving you wondering what in the hell had just happened. Workouts were routine, why would she be so excited about this one? You were still deep in thought as you cut through the locker room out to the parking lot, that you didn’t even realize that you had opened the storage closet instead of the exit door. Not being outside wasn’t nearly as surprising as what you saw next. Two of the rec center’s lifeguards were balanced on step ladders attempting to put away large containers of pool chemicals on the high shelves.

“What the …” was the last you heard before being doused with purple and white liquid. The door had clipped one of the ladders on your way in, and down came both the container and the lifeguard. Nobody was hurt, just a few bumps and bruises – that didn’t stop the guard from being upset. “Would you watch where you’re going? What are you even doing in here?”

“um … ugh, sorry Tyler, I didn’t mean to, I accidently opened the wrong door”. As you stood up you noticed that your shirt was soaked with the cleaners, but Tyler was covered from head to foot. “This is what I get for offering to inventory this stuff from the 60’s!” he muttered. Hoping to make the best of the situation you let yourself out and headed home. Better shower quick as soon as I’m home, I know they had anthrax and other weird chemicals back in the 60’s. You thought to yourself. You were in such a rush to clean off that you didn’t even notice that your soaked shirt had all but disappeared in your clothes hamper. 

School was school, same as always. Aside from the mild headache that you’d had since lunch there really wasn’t anything particularly special about the day. Traffic had been light on the way back from school, so you ended up arriving at the rec center a few minutes early. Thinking about last night you decided to pass the time by apologizing to the lifeguard you knocked over – no sense in offending someone who could save your life one day.

*knock knock* “Hey is anyone here?” You said as you stepping into their office, there were usually a few of them hanging around. Grace, the unusually tall lifeguard on staff walked in from the other door. “Can I help you?” “Yeah, I was just looking for Tyler, we had an incident yesterday that I felt bad about.” She looked around at the couch in the corner of the room where Tyler could usually be found napping between shifts.

“Well if you find him let me know, he was supposed to be out guarding a half hour ago. He’s disappeared off somewhere and I can’t find him, but his car is still in the parking lot, so I know he’s around here somewhere.” Grace turned and headed out of the office back toward the pool deck, as she left you noticed a small red birthmark on her left butt cheek that you’d never noticed before. Or maybe she’d just sat in some ketchup. “Well if I see him I’ll send him your way!”.

The last you heard from Grace was some mumbling about Tyler being a pain in her ass.

You started walking in the direction of the outdoor track to meet Nadia.

Late as usual. You thought to yourself. Sitting down to stretch and warm up you noticed that you were already sweating considerably, and your heart was racing like you’d just run a mile. You leaned over to grab a drink of water from your gym bag, but suddenly became dizzy, falling into the bag and pushing it and yourself slightly underneath the bleachers. Looking around you tried to see if anyone was running on the track that could help, but the world was growing dimmer, and further away, and then blackness …

You awoke not knowing how much time had passed. Aside from your blurry vision you felt perfectly normal, your heart rate was steady and the headache had passed. You stand up – look around, and try to make sense of what you’re looking at. The turf of the track was completely different, the fake grass has been replaced with alternating black and white, slightly padded to walk on. It was then that you heard, or rather felt, the earthquake. You turn and cannot believe it. In front of you, seemingly miles away is the biggest woman you could have ever imagined. As she passed by, it was as if the sun was being eclipsed, and each football emitted a low rumble. You look back at the “turf” and realized that what you were standing on was actually the Adidas logo on your gym back. You had shrunk!

“What the hell?!?!?!” Your brain tried to process, but wasn’t keeping up. Then you thought back to last night – the chemicals! There must have been something in them! By the time you notice the giant woman has passed you and made her way to the front of the bleachers you were underneath. It was terrifying and intriguing at the same time – so you make your way closer to the giantess, trusting that the bleachers will protect you from any accidental harm. As your approach you recognize the now immense running shoes as Nadia’s! She’s here for your workout together. You run closer, the journey taking much longer than you had first anticipated. Maybe Nadia will know what to do! She’ll help you!

You arrive at the base of her shoes. Standing next to her insoles you would guess that you’re maybe an inch tall? Give or take. You take a few steps in front of the bleachers to get a better look. You see Nadia, stunning as always, wearing a pink tank top that stretches over bust, and the usual exercise shorts covering her thighs and crotch. “Nadia! …. Nadia! It’s me! I’m down here!” You jump up and down, waving your arms. But she’s not paying the slightest attention. She’s immersed in her phone, listening to one of her playlists. She moves her head back and forth to the beat of the music, her hair bouncing from side to side. It’s a truly magnificent sight, and you might have enjoyed it except for what happened next. Nadia reaches her arms up behind her head to tie her hair back into a ponytail, but and involuntarily begins tapping her feet to the music instead. The shoe next to you lifts up and slams down not two feet (from your perspective) away from you. It was much louder up close, and you turn tail and run back towards the safety of the bleachers to escape this moving mountain.

“How am I supposed to get her attention and not get squished like a bug?” You quickly reach into your own pocket and pull out your cell phone  -- no service. “Damn!”. But the idea of using a cell phone was your best shot, it just didn’t have to be your own. You decide that waiting until Nadia is working out and sneaking into her bag to type out a message on her phone would be your best bet. Looking to the left past the ginormous calves you see her own bag, off in the distance. You make your way towards it, only leaving the safety of the bleachers when you’re closest to your goal. Making your way to Nadia’s gym/swim bag you suddenly sense that you’re standing in the world’s biggest shadow. Turning you start to run, as you see Nadia take several terrifying steps toward you. Just as you reach her bag her sneakered foot slams into you knocking you forward into the fabric. She leans down and tucks her phone into the side pocket of the bag, and turns as if to walk away. You let out a sigh of relief before you turn to see her short clad ass descending on you with the speed of an elevator. Almost in slow motion you see the curve of her thighs block out the light as you race around the bag trying to escape.

The world again grew dark, but you weren’t dead! That was a pitiful relief because your legs were being crushed under Nadia’s gigantic ass cheeks! She had simply sat down, spread her legs, and began stretching, wondering where you were. It wasn’t like you to be late – she thought. After a few moments Nadia leaned toward one leg, pulling her toes up to stretch her hamstrings, this gave you the slightest opportunity to escape, pulling yourself forward on your arms until you were free. Miraculously your legs were fine! No broken bones. With the fear of god, sorry goddess, in you, you raced toward the side pocket of her bag and hoisted yourself up until you tumbled to safety.

To you, she was easily 200 feet tall. The reality of your situation began setting in as she stood up and began her jogging. Turning to the inside of the bag, you assessed the situation. Her phone was more than 4 times your height, but you were confident that you could unlock it and type out a message. The pocket was a tight fit, but you managed to reach the top, unlock the phone, and slide down again, typing in the passcode as you did so (1234 isn’t a very difficult password). The phone unlocks showing you a movie theatre size screen of snap chat, you see all the messages from her friends, family, but mostly guys from school – not surprising. You swipe toward the notes app and start pounding in your message letter by letter.

Nadia meanwhile was midway through what would be a very disappointing workout. “Ugh where is he? He usually texts if he’s gonna be late.” She rarely works out on her own, thinking that having a buddy there to motivate her did the job. But she also liked having you around, you were always polite, and it was fun to see you get flustered when she flirted with you. “He’s cute.” She thought “And today I was gonna see if he had the courage to finally ask me out – shame he’s not here.” Calling it quits she turned back toward the bleachers to gather her stuff and head into swim practice early.

Your world is thrown sideways as nadia picks up the bag and throws it over her shoulder and she jogs to the pool deck. Just as you thought you might puke you suddenly grow still. Looking up, your vision was still spinning, but you could tell from the lights that you were in the mens locker room. The mens? No the womens! Nadia approached her usual locker and began changing into her suit. As each garment hit the floor you thought you might pass out yet again. Of course you’d seen Nadia in a suit hundreds of times, but this was different. Not knowing you were there stirred something in your pants, and as you peered through the fabric of the bag pocket you saw the worlds most perfect tits bounce together. She was flawless.

You didn’t get a chance to see anything past her slightly brown nipples as the pink tank top came tumbling down to block your view. Nadia finished changing into her blue speedo, and quickly grabbed her phone to see if you’d left her a message – nothing. Little did she know that she was literally squeezing you inside her hand. After a brief look she closed the note app, seeing that it had accidently turned on and typed “hel; me” – weird how phones randomly do that. She didn’t think anything of it and stuffed her phone and her sweaty running clothes into the bag and scampered off to practice.

You were left in the musty darkness with only the faint music of the gym to entertain you. As your eyes adjusted you saw Nadia’s socks, shorts, and sports bra compact inside the bag with you. The zipper was shut and there was no way out. You sit down and try to figure out the next move, knowing full well that you’ll be going home with Nadia later tonight.