Inside the testing lab Jim and his wife Carol made preparations for their fifth experiment. Up until this point the small particle collider had only created small holes in the universe. These were the tests which had proved Jim's new radical theories. They had already successfully sent four small paper notes into the future, but today would be different. Setting the collider to a higher power output and plugging in a new equation for a larger Kerr black hole. Jim was about to become the world's first time traveler. His destination, the future.

      "I don't know if it's really safe Jim, what if your crushed by the gravitational eddo's in the rift?" Carol spoke with concern and worry for her husband as he put on his helmet. "Don't worry Carol, I'll be back in just sixty seconds." Said Jim with a carefree smile. Stepping into the rift Jim was gone in a brilliant flash. Carol was silent.

      The next sixty seconds went by slowly for Carol. Carol thought of the irony it was that the first human time travel experiment in history were being conducted in a small lab without proper funding or staff above their apartment. If their formulas' were even slightly wrong, Jim might never come back at all, or end up as nothing more than cooked piece of flesh on the rift generator pad. They were altering the vary laws of physics after all. These kind of thoughts continued to cloud Carol's mind, only serving to make her worry further. As if the universe was listening to Carol's thoughts, in that instant, Jim returned to her unscathed.

      Jim removed his helmet at the sight of his wife's pouting face, whom was already half in tears. "We succeeded Carol, they can't mock our theories anymore."

      "Yeah I know Jim." Despite being extremely excited over the joy of a successful test, Carol was more overjoyed to see her husband return to her. As much as he called them, our theories, Carol couldn't be more proud of her husband's theories. Of course Jim would still argue that her mind had played just as important a role in their theories development. Leaping into his arms might have been normal, but she did not want to spoil her Jim.

      To celebrate that night's experiment, Jim and Carol went out to eat. As they were seated Carol couldn't help but frown at her husband's attire. Jim's long white lab coat still hung around his body. "Jim why must you insist on wearing that lab coat wherever you go." The odd couple couldn't help but attract stares from the other customers in the nearby tables.

      Jim took no time to reply, "I am a great scientist, there's nothing more fashionable than this." Carol knew this was her husband's craziness', sometimes she felt she was married to a mad scientist from a early Frankenstein movie. Seeing a spider crawl on the table Carol grabbed it.

      "I can't believe you just did that again!" Jim pointed at Carols mouth. "How can you call yourself a woman, shouldn't you scream, Spider!"

      Carol swallowed the small spider she had grabbed off the table and spoke, "my eating bugs is nothing compared to your mad scientist attitude!" She took a sip of water. "Besides you think it's sexy."Jim stood up onto his chair.

      Among the other customers in the restaurant eating, he flashily displayed his lab coat with style, "I am the mad scientist, Jim, and I govern the laws of space and time. Spiders should make you go, Kyah!" He laughed atop the chair as he made a spectacle in the small restaurant. Carol blushed at her husband's awkwardness, and made a bee line out of the restaurant. Jim leaped from the chair laughing as he chased her out of the restaurant. Their order had yet to arrive.

      "How can anyone take us serious Jim, when you can't even behave yourself properly in a restaurant." Carol sighed. "Come my loving Monster, let us make way to the lab and perform experiments!" Jim nodded, he had been luckily left off the hook. How could he tell her he could not afford the meal.

      Carol punched him in the stomach, "honestly I can't take you anywhere! You Mad Scientist!"

      After arriving back in the apartment, Carol collapsed on the couch while Jim proceeded to the small kitchen in their apartment. The gas stove clicked for a few seconds but failed to light. Jim looked at the hissing gas stove and instead struck a match. The burner erupted in flames as he reached out with the match, setting his precious lab coat aflame. Within seconds Carol was patting him down with a nearby pot holder. "Honestly there's no hope for you outside of physics."

      Putting on an apron Carol tried to play the role of a loving wife. And after but a brief, few minutes, dinner was served. "Ramen." Said Jim starring mockingly at the cup before him.

      "Don't complain! You're the one who did the shopping this week!" Quick to reply, Carol couldn't help but find this whole situation hilarious. The two inventors of the world's first time machine, were arguing over something as simple as ramen.

      After dinner the two went to bed. Tomorrow would bring about a whole new wave of experiments.

To be Continued.

      Jim stared down with an anxious grimace. The experiment set before him was far from the normal uncomplicated experiments he was used to. Doing calculations in his head he made minuet adjustments to the experiment. From here it got much worse, "this is seriously wrong!" The machine seemed to be smoking and Jim was in a panic.

      At this moment Carol walked in holding a stuffed teddy bear while half asleep. Surveying the scene, she looked at her ridiculous husband. There like some whacko, he was dressed in nothing but his lab coat, as he performed yet another wasteful experiment. "What the hell are you doing Jim!"

      Jim turned around making his wife Carol blush, "I'm a scientist conducting a very important experiment Carol, do not interrupt me!" Her blush subsiding, Carol was ready to break out laughing at her husband.

      "You should at least put on more than your lab coat before trying to make breakfast."

      "I am a scientist, wearing a lab coat during an experiment is fundamentally right. You're just a little girl in her pajama's holding a teddy bear!" In this moment the charred eggs burst into flames. Perhaps Carols anger did too, but, you would never know it by her appearance, Teddy still hanging to the floor.

      Putting out the fire with nearby pan, Carol now looked furious. "Why would such a talented physicist who can build a time machine even try to cook breakfast, when you can't even properly turn on the stove, are you trying to kill us!"

      Jim started to look sad and pout, "but I just.."

      "No doggy face Jim! You think that will work just because I'm a small petite girl!" She stormed past Jim without another word tossing the smoldering pan into the sink.

      Breakfast ended shortly after, a bowl of oatmeal was the only evidence that remained on the table, only half eaten. With new equations to draft for the next stage of the research, the two would be very busy for the next few hours.

      Jim walked back in fourth in front of a large chalk board, mumbling with each pass. Carol thought of this process as very old school, but very much like Jim. She on the other hand had a very lightweight tablet computer, and felt that Jim's eye's were scornful of that. Jim's thoughts were apparent to Carol, he thought scientists should play the part, but in truth she felt that he was just like that. Jim was no villainous mad scientist though, he was harmless, unless around a kitchen stove. Somehow it always warmed her heart to know he tried to cook for her, even if he couldn't even manage the art of boiling water. It was also perhaps her secret to staying thin.

      With the afternoon's sun came a pause for the couple. Refusing to allow Jim to cook, Carol had opted out for them to eat tomato sandwiches. It was a quaint lunch, lasting no more than a half hour. Still they both enjoyed it, and the house hadn't burned down, so all was well.

      Jim always said that a scientist must stay in shape, as a result he would always go for a hour jog. Of course on rainy days Jim would often spend it with Carol instead, despite being geniuses, the two would often play board games, or watch a movie together. Today was beautiful though, so Carol kissed him as he left for his jog. "Now if only I could convince him to not jog in his lab coat." She thought.

      With Jim gone, Carol had numerous hobbies, but today she decided on a bath. This was her alone time so she saw fit to do what she pleased. While sitting and relaxing in the tub Carol went over several of the new equations in her head. Jim's calculations were always so flawless, she couldn't help but wonder why the world's greatest mind was given to Jim. He was a genius, a screwball, but at least he was her screwball.

      With the afternoon gone, and the evening setting in, steps towards the first practical experiments in reverse time travel were about to be underway. With the power of the collider set, and a new formula input, Carol hit the sequence activator. In a flash the small sticky note marked, "Test 001", disappeared into the Kerr black hole. Carol noticed a small surge of gravitational eddo's but was not concerned. "How do we know it worked?" Asked Carol.

      Jim thought for a moment, "the note should have appeared in the lab approximately nine hours ago." Carol looked around, "I never saw anything like that when I was cleaning the lab earlier today." "Also why nine hours?"

      "Neither of us were in the lab during breakfast, and at that time you had just gone into sweep the lab, so you should have noticed them right away."

      "But I never saw them, so maybe it didn't work?"

      "It's, that, then. If my theory is correct Carol, then we have witnessed the restorative power of history in action." Carol looked confused but nodded anyways. "In order for history not to change, History itself has played a role in erasing the presence of the note from our minds."

      He stood up by the chalkboard as he drew a time line for the sequence of that day.  "I highly suspect that the note was present, just not able to be seen or perceived, otherwise the universe might destroy itself."

      Carol looked shocked, "how is that possible Jim, I never even.." Jim dumped the trashcan out in front of Carol as she was speaking. Carol was shocked by what she saw.

      Two sticky note papers stuck out amongst the other trash. One read, "Test 001", the other read, "Test 002, I was right Carol".

      "Where did this second note come from?" Asked the baffled Carol.

      "I haven't written it yet, but I will." Said Jim.

      "Wait if you haven't written it yet, what would happen if you failed to write it!" Carol was frightened with these words.

      "Hmm, the world might fall into a giant  black hole, the size of which this collider could never even dream to make." He pated the particle collider in the Lab with emphasis. "Simply put, it would be the end of everything. I think?"

      Carol watched as Jim wrote the second note, with a flash he sent it back to the past. She felt sick, the implications of their work could very well destroy everything. Jim seemed to take it in stride, he seemed more excited than worried. "Was he a villain after all?" Carol put that thought to the back burner of her mind. "If he's the villain then I'm a henchman!"

      Jim pondered a moment, "We need to test the theory of, *the restorative power of history*, I will go back nine hours and confirm it."

      Carol looked shocked, "no further tests!" She looked at Jim as she yelled. "It's far too dangerous!"

      He just wanted to just travel through time again. Carol embraced her husband tightly in her bosom, "It's too dangerous Jim, we have no idea if you will make it this time, you might even destroy the Earth! No, the Universe!"

      "I'll be careful my worrisome wife, I'll be careful not to mess with time, and of course I'll come back to you in nine hours." Carol tried to bar his way, but she was pushed to the side by her own emotions, how could she stop him from doing what he loved.

      Jim dawned his Helmet yet again and stood on the particle colliders Kerr black hole generator. "I am Jim the Mad scientist, and I will return for you in nine hours, my Carol!" Said Jim as a bright flash enveloped him.

To be Continued.

      It had been five minutes since Jim had disappeared in a flash of light. Jim had not returned or shown his presence in any way. Panic stricken she searched the entire apartment before coming back to the Time Machine. There was no sign of Jim anywhere. "I have to find him," she said to herself. Continuing to pace back in fourth worrying all the while she came up with an idea. "If I can't find him in the present, then I'll just find him in the past." After hitting the delay activation switch, Carol jumped unto the Time Machines Pad without a second thought, Carol was gone a second later.

      Jim blinked open his eyes as he removed his helmet. Ignoring his normal instincts, Jim looked down at his watch instead of his surroundings. The watched had been calibrated to pick up the wireless single in their home to give him the exact time. "Eight thirty in the morning, spot on!" Jim cried with cheer. He had left the lab at five thirty, the experiment was a success. Noticing the oddity below him, Jim looked down at the strange dirty floor. The two tests notes from earlier were sitting on the dank floor.

      Before Jim could examine them, he heard a tremendous boom. Startled Jim looked at the direction of the sound. Jim gawked with his mouth wide open as a large shadow was cast from hundreds of yellow pillars over his head. Running without a second look, he managed to avoid the large object as it swept the notes and dirt from the ground he had been standing on moments before.

***

      Carol hated doing chores in the morning, and today was no exception. Swishing the yellow bristles of her broom around the floor she hummed. She collected up the pile of dust and threw its contents into the trash bin, Afterwards she exited the room to go do the dishes with her husband. He had made an awful mess with his breakfast experiment, still she loved him all the same.

***

      "This is unbelievable!" "Carol!" Jim yelled to the giant sweeping the floor. There was no use in it however. She could never hear him, over that loud humming, or otherwise. Ducking underneath his desk as the bristles came at him yet again, Jim slid into a pile of dust nearly as large as himself. The dust had piled up here so much that the floor looked like it was covered in a few inches of dirt from Jim's perspective. Dusting off the dirt, Jim looked around. "Looks like it will be safe here."

      "But how is this possible? How can I be this small!?" He gazed up at his wife again. "And dear god, are Carols breasts really that big!" He looked at his towering wife as she went about her work quickly. "This isn't so bad."

      Jim thought for a moment and realized he must be smaller than an ant. Luckily for him he was right about his gigantic wife. She dumped the contents of the bin into the trash. As he suspected she would. She left without sweeping below the desk much to his good fortune. "Well now I know why the test notes were in the rubbish bin." He strapped his helmet to his protective suite. Pacing he did some quick math in his head. He guessed he was around five millimeters tall. This meant that every foot of his lab was now roughly four hundred feet to him. Given his lab was a twenty by twenty space, and he was somewhat near the middle of that room, he would still have to travel six thousand feet to get to the door. And while it was depressing he was so far from the door, he was still glad that the Time Machine's Generator Pad was so close to his desk. Without its presence, he surely would have been buried alive in the trash bin.

      He of course considered how he should spend his time, and even wondered about his own safety. He could trek across the labs floor, but he knew that in only an hour his wife and him would come towering into this very room. But was it any safer to remain here? He wasn't sure. He would give it some more thought.

      The notes had returned to their correct size, so he ought to too, if the universe was a fair place. But how long would it take, this was an unknown variable. He couldn't even imagine the equation he would need for that, he just hoped the notes were a worthy example. As a scientist he had to weigh his options, he could even potentially be crushed in here just as easily  as elsewhere, or even starve to death should the process take too long for him to return to his proper size. Spending days on the floors of his apartment was a grim prospect.

      Right as Jim was about to make a decision a small flash of light deposited his wife unto the Time Machines Pad in the distance. "Carol!?" Jim yelled to his wife as he ran the four hundred feet between them.

      "Thank god your okay Jim!" She looked at her husband with a discerning look. "This is the lab isn't it?"

      "Yes Carol, it's the lab and were tiny." Jim used his hands to emphasize how tiny they were.

      "You moron! ... Mad scientist!" She started to cry.

      "It's okay Carol well be fine..." He was interrupted by her sobbing.

      "If you.. ..." "We, never came back before! Then how are we going to be fine? Jim you never showed back up!" She looked at him. "If you never showed up, doesn't that mean were stuck like this!"

      Jim put his hands unto his wife's shoulders. "It's okay the notes turned back to their right size, I'm sure we will with time, it seems it will take our human bodies longer than the notes."

      "How do you know that for sure Jim?" She asked curiously in her husband's embrace.

      "Well you said I never showed up in nine hours right, so therefore it must mean we take longer to go back to normal."

      Carol pushed him back off her again. "It's not okay Jim, what if I stepped on you, I would never have known! Your remains could be on my very sole right now!" She stopped speaking for a second. "Oh my god Jim what if the reason you never showed up was because I stepped on you!?"

      Carol was breaking down and even Jim was starting to get a sense of dread. "Don't worry Carol, we will just hide and find somewhere safe until we grow big again. I'll keep you safe! I haven't been stepped on yet either..." Her expression saw little change. "Now come on we only have a short window to leave the lab before our younger selves show up."

      Carol nodded her agreement as she held her husband's hand tightly as they started jogging across the lab to the door towering in the distance.

      Even jogging it was going to take an hour to reach the door of the lab, and the time until him and his giant wife would show up was rapidly approaching. "I wish I had my bike!" Exclaimed Carol as she huffed and puffed behind her husband. Her mood gradually improving due to the physical exercise.

      "Were almost there, then we can make our way to the kitchen through the hallw.a...y.." Jim was cut short as a thundering noise could be heard from behind the door. Inches above their head the door swung over their heads. Jim looked up to see the large sole of his wife's titanic bare foot. "Look out!" He yelled to Carol as he pushed her away.

      Carol landed on her side as he own giant foot landed right where her husband had been standing! "Jim!!" She shouted as the giantess lifted her foot away from her husband.

      Jim looked dazed as he was sitting on his rump with a stupefied expression. "Carol did I tell you how much I love your arched feet!"

      Carol would have been normally been more concerned and even cried, but instead she pulled up her husband and pulled him out of the way as a Titanic loafer landed where they both had just been standing! "Both of you should watch were your going!" Jim started to laugh at his wife as the imminent danger subsided.

      Ducking underneath the door they couldn't help but be fascinated by the two large figures of themselves go about their lab work. "That's us Jim. That's really us..."

      "Best not stick around here too long Carol, if I remember correctly you had to use the bathroom shortly after we started writing equations this morning."

      "Your right, but why do you remember something like that?" Asked Carol.

      "I always miss your presence." Stated Jim, matter of factly.

      Carol blushed in embarrassment. "Stupid Jim saying embarrassing things!"

      Walking the length between the lab and the kitchen took them roughly two hours. They spent most of it staring at the exotic sites of their new view of their living quarters. Occasionally speaking about it with scientific jargon the two often conversed with.

      "Wow it's already twelve, do you remember what time we had lunch Carol?" Jim said as he looked at his watch.

      "Jeeze I can't believe you can't remember what happened only a few hours ago Jim! Yet somehow you can memorize a line of equations the length of a football field in your head. You astound me sometimes you know that, Jim!"

      "You know Carol, in a sense, it hasn't happened yet, so..." Jim muttered.

      Carol didn't want to argue with Jim about the finites of time, let alone space, as there was now plenty to go around. So she chose to steer the conversation back to its roots. "We had sandwiches around noon didn't we, even though you wanted to make lunch."

      Jim racked his brain for a moment. "If I remember correctly you told me I couldn't because I made a ton of dishes for a simple breakfast."

      "Forget about the lunch we ate earlier, do you remember dropping any food Jim, you're usually a pretty messy eater."

      "So are you, you little...." Jim stopped as her hard the loud booming sounds of steps from afar.

      "Jim! Hurry lets hide under the fridge." Carol pulled her husband along to the labyrinth under the fridge. Right as they got underneath the massive soles of Carols feet came thumping into the kitchen followed by the awkward steps of her husband in tow.

      "Wow look at us go Carol, we must be going over two hundred feet per second!"

      "I can see stains all over your lab coat!" Carol said pointing out many stains on the giants lab coat.

      "Well I can see stains all over your panties!" Jim Laughed as he pointed up the Giant Carols skirt as she was bending to grab plates from a cupboard.

      Carol punched him in the shoulder. "Who's skirt are you looking up!" Jim rubbed his shoulder.

      "Sorry Carol."

      Jim and Carol observed their two past counterparts as they ate their meal. It was strange, they tried to make out what they were saying, but the their voices were so loud it all just came out as a thunderous noise. Their two giant past selves seemed completely normal sitting at the overly large kitchen table at the center of the room. On the other hand they couldn't help but feel like mouse waiting for food to drop.

      "You sure I dropped some food on the floor?" Jim asked his wife.

      "Pretty darn sure, I always have to clean up after you."Carol looked at Jim despairingly as he backed away from her glare.

      "Don't bite me Carol, I'm a scientist not a professional eater!" Carol looked at him again with eye's he did not wish to see.

      "Don't worry about the present me biting you, I think worrying about my past self should be your priority instead." She pointed to her ginormus past self's teeth yet again, to prove a point again. A point that had been clearly beaten to death already.

      "Well you do eat bugs..." Jim said with a smirk.

      "It's just a bad habit! Jim..." She was serious but her husband was laughing into his belly. "Seriously even in this situation you can be this care free Jim, that's why I love you." Carol thought.

      A thunderous boom could be heard as a piece of Tomato collided with the floor abruptly.

      "And supposedly I'm the messy one?" Carol hit her husband in the shoulder again.

      "Really you choose now to make fun of me, it's just a small piece of tomato. "

      "Never mind that." Jim made a mad dash towards the underside of her giantess double's chair.

      "Jim Wait! It's dangerous!" Carol started running after her husband. It was clear to her this was utter foolishness. She also knew it was only a matter of time before her past self would clean up the mess, so if they wanted to eat, now was their only chance.

To be Continued.

      Jim ran the distance between the refrigerator and the chair of his gigantic wife as fast as he could. His wives massive long legs hung down from the chair. Her skirt over hung the chair slightly blocking any view above. Walking between the two pillars that were his wives legs he couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed. One of the feet nearby had nearly crushed him earlier. It's pale giant mass larger than any bolder he had ever seen. He couldn't help but want to touch it, but he refrained.

      Carol watched as her husband bolted for the food between her past selves legs. Following her husband carefully she couldn't but help think this was reckless. She had tried calling after him, but she was not audible over the two giants conversing above.

      Jim dug his hand into the hunk of tomato flesh. It was extremely odd, at his new size tomato looked completely different. It was as if someone had woven hundreds of pumpkin gut strands together with super weak tubes filled with tomato juice. Still it tasted amazing enough he shoveled some into his helmet for later.

      Carol arrived just as she saw her husband start to fill his helmet with the odd looking tomato. Luckily the conversation above had subsided. "Can you finally hear me Jim! What were you thinking!?"

      "Carol you should try some of this, it's amazing!" Said Jim with his mouth full of tomato.

      "Idiot! There's no time for us to snack, let's just get some and go before our past selves step on us!"

      "Fine fine Carol. But here..." He poked his glistening finger into his wives mouth.

      "Tasty....!" She said after pause.

      "Right! Come on lets go before you step on us." As Jim watched the giant girl itch her leg with her other foot.

      Jim and Carol with food in hand started back to their hiding place underneath the fridge, arriving only moments before the two giants stood up from the table.

      "There we go again." Said Carol.

      "It's time for my past selves jog. Ah wait... We got to move Carol!"

      Jim's past self took his wife into his arms lifting her up.

      Carol and Jim panicked on the floor as their past selves slammed into the refrigerator abruptly causing it to shake violently.

      The small space of the lip of the refrigerator door provided now seemed inadequate as the giant couple's feet shuffled around during their impromptu make out session.

      "Jim your younger self just nearly crushed me with his loafers!" Said Carol as she dashed alongside Jim towards safety.

      "This isn't good Carol, we need to find a way out of here. Before we squish ourselves!"

      Reaching the end of the refrigerator door, the two of them were met with a obstacle. Standing nearly an estimated seventy millimeters, or the two's equivalent of 84 feet tall, the jogging shoe was enormous and in the way.

      "Come on Carol, we have to climb!" Said Jim extending his hand to her from a ledge in the oversized shoe.

      "This is a terrible idea! I suppose it's better than being crushed though." Said Carol as she relented to her husband's logic.

      Climbing up the shoe it was only moment later when the titaness pushed her husband to the floor. With a giant crash, a shockwave sent the two into the air like mere bugs to the giant couple laying on the floor next to them.

      "This is so embarrassing!" Carol stated as she watched her younger self attack her gigantic husband on the floor like a lioness.

      "I think the view looks pretty good from here." Said Jim hanging unto one of his giant laces.

      "Idiot." Carol said to her husband as her face flushed.

      Watching the two gigantic figures as they climbed was quite awe inspiring. Watching their younger selves from this angle was fascinating. Though they had no goal of reaching the top of the shoe, their goal was simply to get to the other side. Still Carol had to remind him so.

      "We didn't get on this shoe to climb it! We just needed to get away from that, before we were killed!" She said as she pointed to the two titanic lovers in the foreground.

      "I know, I know. But I'd love to get a better view of this!" Said Jim as his eyes washed over the scene.

      "You're just a pervert, you know that Jim?" She smiled.

      The make out session had finally winded down, and the giant couple were now dusting themselves off. The couple below was also nearly back to the ground as they climbed down the other end of the shoe.

      "I can't believe how well stitched these jogging shoes are." Said Jim in admiration.

      "Best not admire it too much, or else you might become part of them Jim."

      "Good point." Said Jim.

      Jim hopped off the ledge of the gigantic shoe landing on the dirty floor. Dusting himself and standing back up he cast out his hand for his slower wife. "A hand my princess?"

      Carol blushed towards her husband. "I can do it myself." Carol said as she prepared to jump down.

      Getting ready to catch his wife, Jim was horrified as an all too familiar sight, encroached on his position.

      The giantess Carol grabbed the broom from the closest next to the fridge. Jim had left his jogging shoes out again instead of properly putting them away in the closet. Her husband sometimes frustrated her. Still she had sweeping to do, and Jim's run would come shortly, so there was no reason to put them away now. Instead she would focus at the task at hand.

      "Stay there Carol!" Jim yelled to his wife upon the shoe.

      "Jim! Climb back onto the shoe! You'll never make it!"

      "No time!" Shouted Jim as he started running between his giant wife's legs. The two gigantic pale legs towered above him.

      Carol watched in horror as her husband ran between the giants legs. The large bristles of the broom speeding at hyper sonic speeds. They literally left a long yellow blur to Carol's eyes, even from a further distance. Dropping his helmet along the way saved Jim as he stopped to grab it. Had he not stopped, he would have become gooey paste on the bottom of his giant wife's sole.

      Carol covered her mouth with both of her hands. Crying was the only thing that came natural to her as she watched her husband's desperate attempts to flee from her own bare feet.

      Jim kept running around on the endless expense of the kitchen floor, trying to guess where his wife might step next in her insatiable cleaning. He was sweating dripping with fear. Not for his own life, but instead watching his wife from a far, sitting on the edge of a distant shoe. He could not keep his promise to protect her if he was pressed into oblivion!

      Carol noticed a trend that her husband was trying to arc his way back to her, but every time he tried the giants broom seemed to switch from one pile of dirt on the floor to the next. So entranced by Jim's desperate movements Carol failed to notice the shadow that now loomed over her. Looking up her Titanic husbands hand struck down like lightning at the jogging shoes.

      "Carol!!!" Jim yelled, as the jogging shoes ascended into the sky.

      Carol was forced downward by the sheer speed and force of the shoe's lift off. Like a rocket blasting off, the force hit Carol so hard she struggled to hold on. The giant loose stitches in the side of the shoe were her only saving grace.

      The giant Jim lifted his jogging shoes with a single hand as he made his way towards the center of the kitchen. The mess on the table from earlier had already been cleared. After an idle chat with his wife, and a kiss, Jim plopped down into a chair to start putting on his jogging shoes.

      Jim had no idea what had happened to Carol but his own position now was tenuous. His giant wife had literally cornered him in with the rest of the dirt. He was at the center of a dirt circle mixed amongst the other specs of dirt. He could not risk heading out of the dirt pile. It was providing him cover, and her feet were avoiding the pile as well. Still it was getting far too dangerous  as she continued to sweep the circle of dirt inward. In the center a single pile was starting to collect. He had to escape, but there was no longer anywhere to go.

      Carol was in no position to worry for her husband anymore, but that did not stop her from watching as her husband became trapped in a pile of dirt. She was still barely clinging to the shoes as it was, and with a sudden motion, she was put into free fall. Staring out into the distance as she began to fall through the air, she could see her husband being swept into a massive dust pan. That was short lived however. As she plummeted downward in the air towards a giant dark hole below. Going as fast as she was, she was knocked out on impact.

      Still holding his jogging shoes at his side, Jim dropped them to the floor on his side. Turning he placed both feet into them bouncing them up and down as he put them on. He did not care to tie laces, so he generally left them tied. After some fidgeting with the shoes he stood up. He needed to get his blood pumping, today was going to be their first test of backwards time travel after all.

      Carol, who was already by the door, wished her husband a safe jog before dumping the dirt from the dustpan into the trash can next to the door. "Now time for that bath!" She thought as she ran towards the bathroom.

      Jim was pinned, couldn't move, trapped without the ability to move in the slightest.

To be Continued.

      There had hardly been a moment to act, let alone move, but recalling it was nauseating. Jim had been half buried in a pile of dirt but still managed to stand up. And with no time to dust himself off, he had made a quick dash off the dustpan as it started to move. Still he had avoided toppling into the abyss below. Still he had taken another leap of faith when he had decided to jump towards his gigantic wife. Luckily he had chosen correctly. His thoughts  had lead him to believe that falling to his death in a trash can was far worse fate than risking the jump to his wife's buttoned up shirt.

      He had skidded along the shirts fibers for a few seconds before coming to an abrupt stop. Bumping the ledge where his wife's buttoned up shirt had been tucked into her skirt, he had been rather lucky. He sat there clingy unto the waistband of the skirt as he gasped for breath. His long dash, plus landing, had taken the wind right out of him.

      That was short lived however, while he avoided the fate of the trash can's fatal fall, he could not avoid his larger looming past self. Pressed between his past self and wife's abs, the giants embrace only lasted a second. Still it had succeeded enough in trapping Jim between his wife's shirt and skirts waist band. Pinned and unable to move because of the elastic band now holding him down. Jim was now in his current predicament. Both feeling and hearing the vibrations of his giant wife's footsteps he was sure his wife was on the move. He could only hope that wherever he went, he would not fall to his doom.

      Carol entered the bathroom as she had done plenty of times. Her feet felt clammy, the slight cold of autumn had not been unnoticeable. Going around the apartment barefoot all morning had taken its toll. Her husband would take at least an hour and a half to return from his jog. She would take this time to relax. This coming evenings experiment left her with a lot to think about.

      It was getting to be rather hot and humid as Jim remained pinned. The constant shifting around by his large wife had yet to dislodge him, much to his relief. Only able to listen, he could hear a deafening sound from outside his fabric prison. A sound which he couldn't place. His wife's movements had become even more erratic as the sound changed its tone.

      Bending over the rather large tub, Carol started to adjust the temperature of the water before she was satisfied. Flicking on the drain stopper, the tub immediately started to fill. Wasting not a moment, Carol pulled off her shirt as she was still bending over the tub. It was a weird quirk, considering the shirt had buttons, but Carol's slim figured allowed her to slip out of any shirt easily without undoing any buttons, except the two top buttons. Standing in front of the mirror, she caught a good glimpse of her pale slim figure. Still it was nothing she hadn't seen millions of times before, being a ritual that she, like many other girls with any sense of self esteem has.

      As fast as Jim had been placed there, he found himself uprooted from the tight spot he had been entrapped. Still not all hope had been lost, as he finally found out what that sound he had been hearing was. Of course knowing what the sound was did not help in the least, as he plummeted towards the hot water below. Thank god his tub filled so fast he thought, right before he plunged into the water. The water in reality was not yet that deep, but to Jim it was.

      When he surfaced he found that he had been caught in a tide. Heading away from the large waterfall in the distance, he was thankful, at his size, it was far worse then Niagara falls. The water on the other hand was scolding hot to Jim, but not so much as to cause him anything then shocking discomfort. He didn't care much for hot tubs like his wife did. What really shocked him now, was the view from the inside of the large white basin. His wife was clearly almost undressed, her skirt already was missing. Perhaps it was somewhere on the floor, which he couldn't see. She would be coming soon, he thought. Checking his position, he would need to swim towards the dangerous waterfall looming in the distance. To do otherwise might get him squished under his wife's rump as she sat down in the water. Ditching his lab coat and clothes he started swimming for his life. Unseen by him, his wife now dropped her panties to the floor.

***

      Carol had finally woken up, the last time she had seen her husband, he had been half buried on a  dustpan. This worried her to no end. Still her mind wandered, and she instead wondered where she was now. The last thing she had seen, had been a dark hole, right before she fell. Wherever she was now, it was cramped. She couldn't imagine having survived the fall down to the hole she had seen before, but it was obvious she was still alive. It was also humid and slightly foul smelling, wherever she was now. The ground she was smeared up against was fabric, but she could feel the floor was jelly like. Being pinned didn't help much either, but she could also feel like she was being jostled around. Thankfully wherever she was, it seemed that was in no danger of being crushed, against the squishy side's she now pressed up against.

      It had only been about ten minutes since Jim had left his home. The autumn air was quite chilly, but nothing very unusual, at least the sun felt nice. He had tucked his lab coats into his pants, making his silly look, look well, even sillier. Of course Jim was not one to notice or care, his wife might scold him, but she was not present to admire his unfashionable attire. Instead of nagging, he listened to Bach's Präludium on his headset as he jogged past his neighbors in the afternoon sun. It was quite serene, the pianoforte added a vivid picture in his head of time. Listening to such pieces of sound, often gave him inspiration on the subject of moments, or time. Perhaps it was one of Jim's most sane qualities.

      Unknownst to Jim, he had also brought along a passenger as he went for his Jog. This passenger would probably not nag him, so much as just wish he could hear her. While she was a passenger, she was not a willing one, being unable to even identify where she was. Carol unable to see, relied on her other senses, she could smell something strangely familiar, but seeing as she was trapped somewhere on her husband's person, that was not odd at all. Thus she still had no idea.

      Had she known where she actually was, she might of been slightly disgusted. As she had been falling towards her husband jogging shoes, fate had luckily intervened. A slight movement had sent her into her husband's lower front lab coat pocket. This most likely saved her life, but the fact of the matter was, she was now pinned in the most peculiar place. Perhaps the safest place she could have hoped to end up. The pocket in question, which now had a tiny occupant inside, had been tucked in over the family jewels, a well guarded spot indeed. With squishy airbags to keep Carol from being pulverized by her husbands vicious running.

***

      If Carols spot was considered safe, the location of Jim had been anything but safe. Jim had only enough time to start swimming frantically as his wife's gigantic rear came plummeting down into the water right behind him. He had avoided a most disastrous fate, but as it was, his fortunes still did not look good. Death by butt crush, he could maybe live with, but the idea of death by drowning was actually worse, and even more drawn out. Still there was still hope.

      Carol lowered herself down into the hot bath as she let out an "Ah". The hot water swelled over her legs as she leaned back against the tub's built in massager pillow. That had been a present from Jim. Of course both had fully enjoyed its use when he had first gotten the new tub installed. The tub wasn't very cramped, even if they both shared it, considering her small size. Leaning back further her breasts floated to the top of the water as she closed her eyes.

      The water had automatically shut off, sparing Jim of the large waterfalls full fury, but now he was is a giant pool above his wife's feet. The large waves had pushed him to safety, but now he was far from his new goal. He almost felt that the expression, you're in hot water now, seemed appropriate to describe his predicament, if not very comical at the given moment. The giant's face in the distance looked calm and peaceful as she closed her eyes. Her moist young lips, stout little nose, and red glistening hairs falling into the water below. The sight was breath taking for Jim. Even the two large boulders floating in the waters ahead.

      "Well I do need to get out of here to survive." Jim thought as he looked down at the large drains below. That was one fate he did not even want to think about.  Then there was also the heat. The water temperature was at least over a hundred degree's. Even if he couldn't die of lack of water, he could still pass out and drown. A heatstroke was not out of the question either.

      Ending up inside the sewer line was a bad way to go he thought, just like those fish he had flushed. Sure those fish died because both Jim and Carol had forgotten to feed them for a few weeks, but his wife had never let him hear the end of it. At the time, it just seemed like the fish were unimportant compared to his new equations.

      His equations proposed supplementing the power needed for Kerr black holes with energy from varying different dimensions. He had used his own formula to artificially destabilize the higs field to do this. It would of course be considered lunacy to do so by scientists, even if it was possible, but he did it anyways despite the dangers. In a sense, his notion of being a mad scientist for all intents of purposes was correct, a modern Dr. Frankenstein as it were. No one would believe in his theories, or even think such a thing could be done, so his fellow scientists had left him alone. Losing his tenure after an argument with his universities president, he had been kicked out. It was also around that time he had met Carol, a scholarship student seeking to learn about the universe, but this was all in the past. He was  basically using a theory beyond M Theory he had created. His theory let him rewrite the very laws of physics, as he destabilized the higs field. So what did it matter if some fish died. His theories were groundbreaking, yet he still spent quite some time and effort before his wife let him off the hook for the fish.

      No theory could help him prepare for his new mission though. The only way out of the tub, would be a dangerous climb over his wife's head, out of the tub. There was nowhere else he could go. That was quite far away as well, he was not nearly a good enough swimmer to make it there, and then climb to safety. The thousand feet of water between him and his wife's head was not going to stop him. He just prayed his wife would not notice him. Sure he could probably reach her breasts eight hundred feet away in about thirty minutes if he swam hard. But the climb he was unsure of, he would need to rest, or risk drowning.

      Starting his swim he felt it was strange. The waves weren't so bad, but it was the striking clarity he got from the water that surprised him the most. So clear that he would almost forget he was swimming in what amounted to a lake. Below he could see his wife's nearly bald pussy three hundred feet below as he swam overhead it. It was quite a sight considering, and the fact that it could have crushed him earlier, had his swimming been any slower, made it all the more terrifying and erotic.

      Swimming over her flat stomach also got him slightly aroused, had Carol still been with him, she would have teased him to no end. Still, he needed a break, he was exhausted and very hot. Swimming towards the giant breasts floating out of the water ahead of him, he sought salvation. He was not a very good swimmer, and the heat of the water was starting to get to his head. Embarrassingly, his own wife had once saved him from drowning during their own honeymoon. Yet again she would save him, even if indirectly. He remembered his jog earlier that day, he was thankful he had remained in as good a shape as he was.

      Approaching the floating mound, he attempted to climb it. While in reality it only stuck out of the water half an inch, the fact that they now stood towering fifteen feet out of the water remained. The soft slippery mound seemed easy enough to straddle, but every time he attempted to climb to safety, he felt himself slip off its squishy sleek surface. He cursed as he continued to swim around it, trying to decide if he should keep going without resting. He wished he had learned to float, thankfully his wife yet again was not around to tease him. In truth though, he wished she was here, he still had no idea if Carol was safe. He had promised Carol he would come back for her after all. Even if he stayed in the water, the heat was starting to get to him.

      Making another attempt, he ran up the side of the mound. It wasn't very slanted, but was still very sleek. This attempt went far better than the rest, as he was able to grasp the large tit at the mounds center. Despite this he was still sliding all over the place as he held on to the stiffening tit. A safe heaven this was not.

      Carol felt something touch her tit. A bug she thought. Not bothering to open her eye's and look, she lifted her hand above her left breast. She had a few options, but she was unaware what kind of bug it had been. She of course could eat it, but she was not in the mood, and doing it in front of Jim had proved to be a fun past time, and he wasn't present. Then of course she could squish it, but again she did not want the bugs remains on her chest. Let it free, she despised bugs too much for that. If it was a spider, drowning would suffice. It would end up in the sewer, a fitting burial place she thought.

      As dearly as Jim was holding on, he was instantly greeted by a large cupped hand smothering him from above. Letting go of the large tit, it was already too late. Jim was cupped gently against his wife's breast, at least gently enough as he hadn't been crushed. The hand quickly pulled away from the tits safe heaven, trapping him in a moving cave of flesh. He luckily had the wind knocked out of him as his wife's fingers impacted his chest, thus preventing a grim death below. As he was pulled along with the hand, the area he occupied became submerged immediately. The slits of the hands not allowing him exit, let gallons of water in instead. He wasn't able to get a single breathe, had he, he might have died below.

      With little effort, Carol brought her cupped hand down along her skin across her stomach with the bug trapped inside. Merciless she pulled the bug downwards further into the water, scrolling down over her stomach until she reached her crotch. It was only then she quickly removed her hand. She thought the bug was deep enough under water to drown it at this point. She had nearly reached her asshole before letting it go, she had thought about, that, but decided drowning was sufficient. She didn't like bugs, but drowning was cruel enough as it was. So with her quick thoughts about the bug subsiding, she again focused on her husband's theories, all which zoomed around in her head. The bug was a mere afterthought, a nuisance, gone faster then she had moved her hand.

To be Continued.

      Jim had already begun to panic long before he had been dragged down. Now he was at least two hundred, if not three hundred feet below the water's surface. The pain in his ears hurt like hell, but he was not a diver. He did not know of the dangers he currently was presented with. He had been spared a death of poisonous air below, but was now moments away from drowning.

      Fortunately, the water was well lit and clean, allowing Jim to see where he was. Nearby his wife's massive folds, he could not even see the surface. Still, he was desperate for air, and not a very good swimmer, he wasn't even sure how much longer he could hold his breath. Kicking off his wife's giant clit, he could see the light above. Swimming as hard as he could, he managed to make it to the surface just as he was about to pass out from lack of air.

      Despite his near drowning experience, his life was still in grave danger. His bodies joints ached all over, he desperately needed a rest. Swimming as best he could, he started swimming over her stomach. As he was about to reach her chest, his legs had failed him. Unaware of the DCS, a condition caused by rapid decompression, he blamed the exertion of swimming, rather than the bends for his legs sudden refusal to work. So now, flailing in the water, Jim did his best just to keep his head above the water. There would be no savior for him, like on his honeymoon, his savior after all had been his executioner. Or so he had thought.

***

      Carol had been enjoying her bath, with a lot of time to think, she had used it to think of her husband's equations. Of course thoughts along those lines, had lead her to remember something. Standing up abruptly, she hoped out of the tub and grabbed a towel. She needed to write down her thoughts. The equation she had been thinking about a moment earlier required checking before she forgot about it.

***

      Jim was still flailing as his world started rise. The water around him was literally moving upward. His gigantic wife was getting out of the tub already, for some odd reason. He had already started to sink before she started to get out of the tub. It was only by chance Jim was able to grab a few of Carol's hairs as her stomach had risen beneath him. So now here he was, clinging unto his wife's bush hundreds of feet in the air.

      Of course, the towel came shortly after. Again Jim had been pinned. This time he was being jumbled up against his wife's hairs. Of course it really wasn't that hairy, but to the small man there, it was seemingly so.

      On the bright side, he was starting to feel slightly better, and was even beginning to cool down.

***

      Grabbing a pad of paper near the sink, Carol started furiously writing calculations. She was in a writing frenzy to try and get everything in her mind down on the paper. Leaning her butt against the bureau, Carol started to relax. Getting down the information was important, but ever since she had come out of the bath a cold autumn air had hit her wet skin. Combine that with a sudden temperature drop, and Carol's bladder had sent the single.

      Not wanting to set down her pad of paper, Carol used one of her hands to drop the towel around her to the floor. Taking an immediate seat on the toilet, Carol quickly relieved herself.

***

      Jim sighed with relief. He wasn't in a very good position, no. He had survived drowning twice now. Still he now stood atop a hill looking at his large wife above sitting on the large white porcelain toilet. Had he not clung to the towel as he had, he would surely have ended up buried along with some of the fishes he had flushed before. The thought of being flushed by his own wife was terrifying.

      Still standing atop a hill made of the towel he had clung to, Jim new his predicament had changed. He was still in a highly dangerous position for sure, the bathroom door in the distance was shut tight, and the confines of the bathroom were small and cramped. There was no hiding places that he could see. The small room had a hamper, a washer dryer built into the wall, a sink , and the large tub, everything else was walking floor space.

      Then there came the issue of getting back to his wife. The only way out of the room was to do it as the giant Carol left. That meant risk being trampled and squished, or hitching a ride on her. The door to the bathroom was the kind that always remained shut. Still this left Jim with very few options, and the Giant Carol was not just going to let him out either.

      So he would have to make a decision of where to go. The towel he was standing on was basically the only thing on the floor. A plunger did not help him, nor did her pile of dirty laundry. There was no doubt in Jim's mind, that she would hang the towel back up when she returned to her bath, which didn't give Jim many options. For now he would have to hide and bide his time. The only thing he could hide under was the pile of dirty clothes, or the large toilet his wife now sat on.

      Running across the large expanse of the towel, Jim's destination was decided. The large white toilet in front of him was only a few hundred feet ahead of him. But just as he was almost off the towel, he was knocked flat by a large droplet of water.

      Staring up, Jim was looking between his wife's large pillar like legs, Jim could see where the large droplet had fallen from. It had made sense.

***

      Carol had stood up after she had relieved herself. The empty toilet paper roll dispenser had irked her. Rather annoyed she opened the draw beneath the sink, kneeling down partially on her towel as she did so. Grabbing a new roll, she tore off a piece. Not bothering to sit down, she wiped herself while she continued kneeling. Throwing the used paper into the toilet, Carol flushed the toilet. She then returned to finishing her calculations. When she was done, she hoped back into her bath.

***

      Jim had been soaked head to toe when the first droplet had hit him, the second had just been completely unfair and unlucky. It had fortunately landed next to his head. Still the gold liquid had found its way into his mouth and nose regardless. Still presented with such a view as he now had, his brain told him to flee. The large hand hovered over his head, as it came within a few dozen feet of his body. The large white cloth in that hand collected the rest of the piss above him. Rolling off the edge of the towel, his previous location was instantly flattened by Carol's foot as she stood up.

      On his stomach, Jim vomited. "This sucks, I smell like piss!" He looked down at his vomit. "All this red vomit, makes me look like I'm dying!" Jim lurched again, spewing the rest of the contents of his lunch onto the bathroom floor. Hovering above him his giant wife had grabbed the towel next to him.

      Rolling on his back, Jim was glad to see the giant hang the towel back up. She wouldn't be coming back this way. Getting back up, Jim hauled himself back underneath the large toilet. Watching his wife was surreal as she got back into the tub out of his sight. Still he knew she was there. With his body in a lot of pains till, he relaxed up against the cold white porcelain toilet. Looking at his watch, it's led display no longer functioned. He would have to wait for his opportunity to escape the bathroom.

***

      A strenuous hour long jog left Jim breathing heavily as he returned to his apartment. The kitchen was warmer than the cold autumn air making Jim even more uncomfortable. His lab coat was remarkably dry considering how sweaty his undershirt was. Taking off his lab coat, he set it in a kitchen chair. Catching a cold this time of season was not generally a good idea, so he removed his undershirt before proceeding to his room. It would roughly take him a half hour to change. Carol was nowhere to be seen, but Jim wasn't looking at this particular moment either.

      In his abandoned lab coat a tiny girl did know where she was, or in this case, where she had been. At this point in time she was almost getting ready to get out of the bathtub she knew. Of course right now she had come to realize where she had currently been. Sitting inside her husband's lab coat pocket.

      Staying here was not readily a good option she knew, after all she remembered doing laundry after her bath. One of the first things she had grabbed was the very lab coat she was currently in.

      Of course there was the matter of getting out of his pocket. Carol could see out the top of it, but it was a good three to four inches deep. Being she was now a creature less than five millimeters tall, that three inches had become a whopping one hundred feet tall wall.

      Given her size however, just like when she had climbed the sneaker, footholds were available here as well. Of course climbing such a thing in thirty minutes was even beyond her skill. It did not help that the pocket had been soaked with the sweat from his groin, a fact which Carol was blissfully unaware of.

***

      Carol had enjoyed her bath, but it was over now. Toweling off her nude body, she opened the underwear drawer. Slipping on her underwear, she followed it with the rest of her clothes. As she went to pick up her dirty laundry on the floor, she could have sworn she saw a bug. That mattered little as she threw her dirty panties and skirt into the hamper where she had thrown the rest of her clothes earlier. Picking up the Hamper, she set it next to the washing machine.

      "Ah I almost forgot."

      Carol walked into the kitchen grabbing the sweaty lab coat hanging over the kitchen chair. Her husband had just recently returned from his jog.

      "Hey Carol, how was your afternoon?" Jim asked, now in entirely different attire. His jogging pants and shirt in the hamper in his room.

      "Peaceful. What you doing with my lab coat?" Asked Jim as he went to grab it from Carol's hands.

      "This thing Stinks! It needs to be washed! Where are the rest of your dirty clothes?" Demanded Carol.

      On this point Jim dared not challenge his wife. "In the bedroom Hamper."

      "Then go bring it to the bathroom! I'm doing the laundry." Carol said as she headed back to the bathroom with the bathroom hamper.

      "But my lab coat..."

      "Jim, just go get the hamper from the bathroom!" Carol was already heading into the bathroom door.

      "Yes Carol." Jim said as he headed to the bedroom.

      Carol threw the lab coat on top of the pile of clothes in the hamper as she walked into the bathroom. Setting the hamper down next to the washer, she headed over to the closet to get out the detergent.

To be Continued.

      Carol ran the long length of the long pocket until she came to its edge. The lab coat had landed on its side, allowing her to exit. Of course now she had to choose whether or not to jump down into the hamper into the pile of clothes below.

      The fall was a mere inch or so, but to her it would be like jumping from the top of a two story building. Below were worn socks, and underwear. The smell emanating from her current location would have been enough to gag her, luckily over the last hour or so, her sense of smell had been slowly dulled.

      Making a rash decision she jumped down towards a fluffed up pair of panties. They were the same pair she had worn earlier that day.

      Jim started to crawl out of his prison as the walls of fabric next to him gave in. "What was that!"

      "Jim!" Carol started to sit up, her back was sore. The panties had absorbed most of the fall.

      "Carol is that really you! I feared the worst." His voice came out muffled.

      "Hold on let me help you out of there." She said as she started pulling up the other end of the panties.

      "I'm really glad you're safe Carol." Carol's heart tingled.

      "No thanks to you, but I'm glad your okay as well Jim."

      Jim pushed hard up against the fabric of the panties. "Carol did you always wear such heavy panties?" He joked.

      "This is not time for jokes Jim, any second we could end up inside that washing machine. We would drown by my hands." She pointed to the large white machine towering above them. Not that Jim could see it beneath the panties.

      Jim started to laugh. "It wouldn't be the first time today." He started crawling out from inside the panties.

      Carol helped her husband out of her soiled underwear, she couldn't help but blush. "What happened to your clothes? I know you usually take them off to get into my panties, but I wouldn't think you would need to in this instance."

      "Lost them down a drain." He thought a second more. "You washed them down a drain."

      "Sorry about that." His wife took off her brown summer coat, placing it over his shoulders. It was the same jacket the giant before them was currently wearing.

      "Thanks Carol."

      "By the way Jim, you smell like piss." She moved her arm back and forth as she pulled away from him.

      "Whose fault do you think that is?" He said not expecting an answer.

      "Come on Jim let's get out of here before you smell like fresh laundry instead."

      Jim had no arguments with Carol, but getting out was not so easy. Even with a two feet drop to the floor from one of the hampers holes, it would be an incredible dangerous climb down.

      "Maybe we can use some of the clothing to get down Carol."

      "Not a chance Jim, we could barely move those panties enough to free you, we couldn't even get them to the edge of the hamper before it was too late."

      The giant above them would start reaching for clothes any minute now. She was already emptying the bedroom hamper into the washing machine.

      "We still have a chance Jim!" Carol said as she spotted one of Jim's socks.

      "I see." Jim said as he started grabbing a thick braided rope from the sock. "Too think you keep trying to make me throw out my ratty socks."

      "So your ratty old socks with hanging thread get to be our savior. We must be terribly desperate."

      It was in the nick of time that Jim and Carol made their way back down to the floor. Sliding down the rope thread had been the proper choice as they heard the washing machine turn on.

      Still they were at the feet of a giant. Her feet clad in black pantyhose. Being stepped on was a very real and cruel reality at the moment, they wouldn't even be a visible stain. The giantess clad in the same getup as Carol as this very moment.

      Running under the washing machine like rats, Carol and Jim sat on the tiled floor. Staying near Carol's feet was a death sentence. Both of them were panting.

      "I didn't know my legs could move that fast and deadly." Carol said as she was trying to catch her breath.

      "Have you not seen yourself in the bedroom."

      Carol blushed deep red. "Idiot."

      "Anyways Carol, were going to have to get out of here, this bathroom is a death trap." Carol grabbed Jim's hand.

      "I know that already, so stop joking around. Well go wait by the door until my past self comes back to throw the laundry in the dryer."

      "Where will we go Carol." Jim asked, already knowing the answer.

      "Hopefully somewhere safer then here."

To be Continued.