“Okay, so what’s this now?” Steve asked Dan as his friend
passed around a bright blue pill. He held it up to his face to get a better
look and could see it was stamped with a company logo and nothing else. At
least it wasn’t something Dan cooked up in his own basement again.
“Well I’m not sure what it’s for exactly,” Dan replied, “My
uncle snuck it out of the lab and said if it acts the same in people as it does
monkeys we’ll be in for the high of our lives.”
Steve wasn’t convinced, and he’d taken some weird things
that Dan had insisted were legit. Sure, none of them had died or even gotten
injured. But that didn’t mean-
“I’ll take two!” Jack said, and Dan immediately obliged him.
The pills vanished into his mouth with a swig of water and no hesitation. Jack
never did anything halfway.
Steve took his last when they were passed around and hoped
it didn’t make him sick like last time. When everyone had dosed up they exited
out of his mom’s van. They made fun of him for driving it but the truth was it
easily accommodated enough people it was too convenient to give up.
Jack went first, opening the door to Metro ‘Za as
sarcastically as possible. Then Steve, followed by Dan and Dave. Two of Dan’s
other friends had joined them but Steve hadn’t bothered to remember their names
and he was sure they hadn’t his either. They were interchangeable; Dan’s
friends were always a little on the short side and shared a single brain cell
between them.
Number one and number two, he thought as they all
entered the restaurant. Dan’s drugs were a good enough reason to be his friend,
but the biggest one was that Dan was somehow always loaded with cash. Putting
up with the guy’s lackeys every so often was worth the friendship and the food
the guy bought. And Metro ‘Za made just about the best food on this side of the
planet.
The hostess saw their large group coming and met them with a
smile.
“Six?” she asked as she tried to ignore every one of them
checking her out. Looking good was legitimately part of her job and the short
skirt that was part of her uniform made it especially easy. Having large
breasts certainly helped too. But it was still annoying when she knew most guys
never even looked at her face.
Steve nodded, being the only guy there who made eye contact
instead of staring at her thin tank top.
They followed her without question to the biggest corner
booth they had, which sat all of them when she brought over an additional chair
for the open area. They all squeezed in, and Dan took the chair.
“I’ll be right back with some menus, okay?” the hostess said
with a smile. Without waiting she turned and headed back toward the front, and
she could feel the groups eyes on her butt every step of the way.
“Man, she’s-“ Dan started to say, but his stomach lurched
suddenly.
Steve gave him a look, thinking his friend was about to send
back his breakfast. Then he remembered the pills they’d all taken. One by one
his friends all clutched their stomachs and made awkward faces.
“Dan, what did you give us?” Steve asked just as his own
stomach quivered violently.
Shit shit shit, he thought, We’re all gonna puke
just when that hot chick comes back and –
Jack vanished.
Steve stared at the suddenly open spot next to him. The
booth seat was empty, except for the fading impression of someone’s legs on the
material.
Holy shit this stuff is making me hallucinate! he
thought.
Then he turned to look at the rest of his friends to find
out if they were seeing things too. Except he was alone in the booth.
“Uh,” he started to say, then the world went black.
When Steve regained consciousness, he was in a different
world. His head was groggy but this cleared quickly, as did his vision. He lay
on what seemed like a massive off-brown desert that stretched off into a cliff.
It was oddly warm. Standing slowly, he was relieved that his stomach didn’t
protest movement.
“Wha-?” Steve asked as he looked upward.
Far above him was the table he’d just been sitting at. From
his point of view he could see a wad of gum stuck to the underside near the
centered leg. To his right was a bread crumb as tall as he was and when he
stumbled backward, terrified, his shoe stuck to a week-old soda stain. At full
size it was imperceptible and well cleaned. At his size it was like walking on
glue.
He lost his shoe with a yelp as he fell onto his back.
Recessed lighting in the ceiling stared down at him, uncaring of what had
happened. A ceiling fan moved at dizzying speed as Steve tried to wrap his mind
around what had happened. Pop music that had been quiet seemed like distant
explosions coming from the speakers.
Dan what the hell did you give us? he thought as he
panicked, What the hell did you give us?!
Not even attempting to save his shoe, Steve stood and tried
to find his friends.
They had to have shrunk too!
But his search was ended abruptly when he felt something
massive approach. Spinning around he looked outward toward the rest of the
restaurant where the hostess had approached with menus in hand. At her size she
looked even more like a Goddess than at full size. Both because her breasts
were suddenly mountain-sized and heavenly, but also because it meant rescue.
“Hey!” he screamed upward at her, hoping the ambient music
didn’t drown out his voice. “Hey miss! Miss!”
Waving his arms to get her attention, Steve did draw the eye
of Jack, who had been sitting next to him before their drug had taken effect.
It did not get the hostess’s attention at all.
“Oh, uh,” she said as she looked at the empty table. It
looked clean and straightened out, exactly as it should have after being
cleaned. She fiddled with the menus for a moment and glanced around, wondering
if the gawking guys had moved to another table. A confused look crossed her
face.
“That’s weird,” she muttered when it was obvious they were
just gone, “I hope I’m not having a stroke,” she joked as she went back to the
front podium to greet the next group.
“Hey! No! Come back!” Steve yelled, but it was clear she
didn’t hear. Her gargantuan backside didn’t look as nice as it faded into the
distance and left him to fend for himself on the booth seat.
When he stopped waving his arms and yelling, Steve heard
faint yelling from behind him. He turned quickly and looked deeper into the
booth, where another small figure was running toward him. Jack had always been
fast and he was covering the distance quickly. He seemed to be a football field
away, but Steve could see him waving his arms to get his attention.
He waved back.
“-you!” he heard Jack yelling.
“I can’t hear you!” he called back as Jack started waving
and pointing with just one arm.
“Behind you!” came his voice faintly as Jack stopped
sprinting toward Steve, and instead turned and began sprinting the other way.
Just when Steve was sure the day couldn’t get any worse, he turned
around.
“Oh shit,” he said aloud.
Approaching the booth, led by the same hostess, was a group
of teenage girls wearing shirts from the local college and the shortest,
tightest shorts he could imagine. At full size he would have caused a car
accident watching them. Each girl was stacked with cleavage that put all of his
exes to shame, but the shorts and what was in them…
Camel toe described the front, but phrases from dozens of
rap songs could only be used to describe the amount of ass that was walking
toward him. Each girl had muscular legs, but their glutes looked big enough and
strong enough to crush diamonds. There was no way they got those shorts on over
those backsides without help.
And they were coming right for their booth.
Each of the six boys had recovered just enough to realize
what was happening, no matter how ridiculous it seemed. And all but one of them
had seen their approaching massive doom.
Ned, ‘Number Two’ in Steve’s mind, was marveling at how
thick a leftover hair from the last patron was when a shadow passed over him.
He glanced up as one of the girls ran a hand along the booth, stabilizing
herself as she slid further in. Before he could even register the danger, the
girl’s finger smashed him against the seat. There wasn’t even time to scream
before he was pushed against the seat and pulverized by her casual movement.
Idly, Carrie wiped her hands on her shorts as she sat down.
Someone didn’t clean this very well last time, she
thought as the rest of her friends piled in. The four of them fit easily in the
booth with room to spare, and the hostess picked up the extra chair to put return
to where she’d taken it from.
Dan screamed as the chair he was on rocketed upward. The
massive hostess easily hoisted it, not noticing the little man half the size of
a grain of rice. When she swung it slightly to set it down, Dan was launched
into the air. With a scream he landed on the front of the waitress’s tank top,
too terrified to move. Desperately, he clung to the fabric as her voice boomed overhead,
rattling his whole body.
“Can I get you all started with drinks or an appetizer?” she
asked the group as she passed out menus.
Each of the girls got their own appetizer, to her surprise.
“We just took regionals,” Carrie explained when she saw the
hostess’s face, “This is us getting to celebrate!”
“Congrats!” the hostess said, taking the rest of their
order.
There’s no way they’re going to eat all of this, she
thought. Her chest itched and she scratched the top of her right breast
absentmindedly while she wrote.
Dan screamed again as the massive finger descended. He was
dealt a glancing blow from a lacquered fingernail that launched him sideways.
His arm twisted in the wrong direction, caught in the threads of her shirt, and
he found himself instead being carried upward. Far upward.
“Nooo!” he screamed when he saw just how far up he was being
thrown.
The hostess suppressed her urge to sneeze as she wrote down
the last order.
“Okay, I’ll go put this right in for you all!” she said as
she turned and began walking back to her podium where she would put the order
in the computer. Her nose itched again and she rubbed it absentmindedly, taking
a quick deep breath through it. That always seemed to help.
Hurricane wind yanked Dan further into the cave of her
nostril, where he hit something hard enough to knock him out. When he awoke he
was covered in slime. Every couple of seconds massive wind rushed over him,
then immediately reversed direction. The heat was stifling. An obvious
heartbeat thudded in the distance.
Distant mumbling could be felt through the vibrations of
what he was laying on.
“Somebody help me!” he screamed, only for his voice to be
overwhelmed by the casual action of the hostess’s bronchi that he’d landed in.
Ted, number one in Steve’s eyes, never saw what happened to
his friend. He’d been slightly faster and more aware than Ned, but he’d also
luckily landed closer to the ‘front’ of the booth seat. When a massive pair of
legs moved over him he couldn’t help but scream. One massive leg settled inches
away from him and a small puff of air from the action knocked him onto his
back.
But he was alive.
Climbing back to his feet, Ted looked left and stared.
Ahead of him, clad in skin-tight black spandex, was the
mother of all camel toe. The fact that it was taller than a three-story
building didn’t matter to him. It briefly crossed his mind that what he was
doing was a terrible idea but that had never stopped him before.
Like a moth drawn to a flame he walked toward the place
where this woman’s legs led him, where he’d only been twice before in his life.
Including being born. The woman casually shifted in her seat and he found
himself knocked forward but when he recovered he saw his destination was even
closer, but higher up.
She’d shifted and was now sitting more on her gargantuan
butt, and just like the joke this girl was taller when she sat down.
“I gotta,” he said, not sure what he even meant to say.
Ted wasn’t blessed with book smarts, but he could find his
way into almost anywhere, which was why Dan had kept him around. And why he
immediately located the inseam on the skintight shorts. It was only a couple of
inches off the ground and at his height he climbed easily, being careful not to
touch the massive leg itself yet, just like avoiding setting off an alarm. The
height was comparable to a two-story building but Ted was strong and in good
shape, so it posed no real obstacle.
When he reached the seam he slipped into the small gap.
Instantly the smell of sweat and hard work filled his nostrils. Light faded as
he crawled further upward, seeking his goal. If he stayed in the inseam area he
had just enough movement to crawl forward. What, exactly, he planned to do at
the end of this tunnel he had no idea. But he was compelled.
“Hey, I gotta scooch out!” Kenzie said, and Amy slid out of
the booth to let her. “Gotta hit the lady’s room!”
Ted felt the world around him start to move and bounce.
Suddenly scared again he clung to the inside of Kenzie’s shorts, not having any
idea that he was mere inches away from her crotch. Each movement jarred him and
squeezed him, causing him to slide upward as her shorts rode up as well. The
material scratched at him hard enough that he was sure he’d have road rash, but
when the pressure receded it was obvious he wasn’t actually hurt.
Fuck yeah, I’m immortal! he thought.
That line of thought didn’t go any further, as at that
moment the world was filled with blinding light. The shorts were yanked downward
fast enough that Ted was thrown free from his hiding place and into the air. He
got a brief glimpse of a stainless steel bathroom stall wall, and a beautiful
redhead that was staring at her phone, before gravity took over and he fell
with a scream.
“Oof!”
Air was forced out of him when he landed on something
body-temperature warm and surprisingly soft. Ted rolled onto his hands and
knees as fast as he could. Surrounding him in each direction was a broad swath
of pink material. He turned to try and see what exactly he was on, but his
right foot slipped through a gap in the material.
“Shit.”
Try as he might, Ted could not get his leg free. Then the
roar of a thousand waterfalls sounded from above, making him cover his ears.
Kenzie finished cleaning herself, then flushed. In a hurry
to get back to her friends and celebration dinner, she stood and pulled up her
shorts quickly.
Ted screamed as he rocketed upward and held up his hands in
a futile attempt to protect himself.
After she washed her hands, Kenzie took a moment to straight
out her front wedgie with a giggle.
Maybe I’ll let Andy in there later tonight, she
thought, feeling good enough about their regional victory to maybe finally go
all-the-way with her boyfriend. They’d messed around of course, but no boy had
ever been inside of her. So she thought.
Meanwhile, Ted gasped for air as he was forced into her
labia. When she stopped adjusting her underwear he had a moment of respite,
then his new owner started walking. Each step caused him to squeezed sideways
and up. Before she sat back down with her friends Ted was fighting for his life
at the entrance to her canal.
“Sorry about that,” Kenzie said as she scooted back in, “I
just get so excited sometimes, you know?”
Each scoot made her canal squeeze and relax, but to Ted it
was like being pulled into the throat of a monster. By the time Kenzie was
going all the way with her boyfriend that evening he was barely alive from
struggling to breathe. The boyfriend’s exploring finger minutes before that had
given him a second burst of energy; if he hadn’t started moving deep within the
teenager she would have simply been content with fingering that evening.
Instead his attempts to escape only subconsciously excited
Kenzie, giving her the final push she’d needed to take things a step further
with her boyfriend.
Jack heard Kenzie announce her excitement far too close.
When Kenzie had scooted back into the booth he’d seized the opportunity to grab
onto her train-sized pinky finger, determined to get her attention and save
himself.
Instead as her hand rushed upward, she tucked her hair
behind her head. Each strand was like a thick cable and her fine hairs felt
like being dragged against a chain link fence. The shock from the pain made
John let go of his precarious hold on her pinky nail and his tiny body was
thrown forward. For an instant he saw a massive, beautiful face rocket past
him, unnoticing and focused on her friends as he fell.
“Sweet, those came out fast!” Jack heard a moment before he
landed on something insanely hot.
He screamed as near boiling cheese covered his body. Jack
was an athlete, and strong, but this was something else entirely. His eyes
almost bugged out of his head from screaming. Despite this new level of pain there
was no panic, only trained responses. Jack spread his arms as wide as he could
to keep from sinking and tried to hurl himself forward toward the edge of the
bowl. But the cheese clung to him enough that there was no standing, no moving,
and no swimming out of the way as a massive tortilla chip descended.
Jack kept screaming in pain and fear as the massive chip
slid right past him. The movement of hot cheese to fill the gap left behind let
him get his arms free, but immediately he was up to his chest in the scalding
appetizer again.
“Ooh!” Kenzie said with a laugh as she chewed, “Wow that’s
hot!”
That didn’t stop her from dipping another chip in.
“No! Wait!” Jack screamed as he was dragged upward, “You
can’t! I’m here I’m here I’m here!”
As Carrie regaled them with the tale of her diving save
during the last set, Kenzie chewed her nachos more carefully so as not to burn
her tongue.
Teeth crashed down all around Jack, but he was miraculously
small enough that he fit into a gap between her molars. All around him food was
turned into mush while he hung on desperately to the wire of her braces. Her
tongue ran over him once, twice, trying to dislodge what she thought was a
piece of pepper. Then brief suction made his ears pop hard enough that he was
sure his ears would be bleeding.
When the tongue returned again, Jack pushed himself lower in
her braces and this time the suction wasn’t repeated when she didn’t feel him
anymore. More food made its way into her mouth as he hung on for his life. In
the calm moments between chewing he pulled himself hand-over-hand forward along
her brace until he was sure he was on one of her front teeth. He was certainly
far enough forward that the straw she drank from no longer nearly drowned him
in freezing sugary liquid.
“Okay, what now?” he said aloud as her massive lips opened
again. Through them he could see a steaming slice of his favorite pizza fast
approaching.
It passed through her lips, then rapidly receded.
“Whoa!” the woman’s voice said, “Wow that’s hot!”
Jack made his decision as soon as he realized what she was
about to do. His options were to stay put and be eaten or…
Letting go of her braces, Jack pulled himself upward onto
her bottom front teeth as fast as he could. Just in time for her to blow on her
pizza. The gale-force wind shot him out of her mouth with an involuntary yell.
He had time to see her surprisingly beautiful face again before he struck the
pizza crust and bounced high into the air; the crust felt like concrete and he
was sure the impact had broken a rib.
He screamed as he was thrown upward, then fell again; it was
impossible not to. Jack had already gathered that he was far tougher small than
he had been at regular size, but he was falling for miles. Until a mass of
blonde hair appeared underneath him. Instead of falling to certain death Jack
landed on the tightly woven braid of a waitress leaving after her shift.
Grabbing at anything, Jack failed to slow his fall. He had
far too much momentum. Instead he pushed with his legs and managed to redirect
himself, instead landing on her neck just above her shoulder blade. Before he
had a moment to try and recover himself, the woman’s massive hand reached
toward him to scratch and he had to roll sideways to avoid it. In the wrong
direction.
Jack fell again with another scream, rolling under the back
of the woman’s blouse. She had just worked all day and had sweat just enough
that he was half stuck to her; instead of freefalling he found himself tumbling
down the vertical surface of her back. No bra strap was there to slow him, and
by the time she was walking out of the building he had hit the waistband of her
jeans.
“Oh thank –“ he tried to say as he clung to the denim. Both
arms felt dislocated but functioned, and he was sure if he survived he’d hurt
for a month.
The waitress stepped quickly to get to her car in the summer
heat. Jack lost his grip and fell into the crack between her massive cheeks. To
him it was falling into a boiling hot crevasse that never ended.
To the waitress it was a minor itch. Something tickled down
her crack and she groaned as the bead of sweat moved.
“I hate summer,” she said as she pulled her panties upward.
The itching stopped immediately and she sat down in her car, ready for the ride
home.
Jack tried to scream as he was forced upward against the
giantess’s backdoor, but between her skin and the material of her underwear he
was squeezed so tightly he felt like he was going to pop like a grape. Then she
shifted in her seat and her anus opened imperceptibly to the naked eye. It was
enough for Jack to be shoved inside by the pressure of her underwear.
His final movements went unnoticed as the waitress drove
home after a long day.
Dave had a different string of luck on his side. A well-worn
string, that is.
He’d been lucky enough to avoid being crushed by Carrie,
instead only losing a shoe to her building-sized backside. The millimeter tall
man knew he was a hairs breadth from destruction. Barely fighting back a panic
attack at the noise and sheer scale of movement in front of him, he saw
potential salvation: A hanging thread from Carrie’s shirt.
“You can do this,” Dave told himself as he grasped the string.
To him it was wider around than his entire body, but the cotton material and
his suddenly pathetic size made it easy to grasp and climb. He’d never been
able to climb a rope in gym class but found himself flying up this thread. When
he reached her shirt proper it was even easier, though when he looked up he
knew he had veritable miles left to climb before he had a chance of getting the
giantess’s attention.
The climb ended far earlier than he’d expected.
Halfway up Carrie’s torso the world’s most massive hand
appeared and tickled the giantess hard at the kidneys, just below where Dave
was climbing. He had a moment’s relief when he realized how close he’d came to
being smashed, but that relief vanished when Carrie jerked and laughed in
response. The sudden movement threw Dave from his climbing space and he landed
on a massive wrist as it returned to its owner.
Tumbling end-over-end he screamed as his roll carried him
off the wrist, but the fall was relatively short. Something soft broke his fall.
Something warm and delicious smelling.
“No!” Dave screamed as his sandwich cushion was lifted
upward.
He had no time for anything else as a massive mouth
approached. It opened wide as he stood on shaky legs. Warm humid air washed
over him as the girl leaned forward to take a bite. His scream, unheard by all,
was cut off when her teeth bit into the section he was standing on.
Dave screamed in the chaos of chomping teeth but counted
himself lucky when things got calmer. Encased in a ball of chewed salami and
roast beef he pushed his arms free, then his face. Dim light shone through
closed lips. Just enough to let him scream in anticipation before he was
swallowed.
The bolus broke up when it landed in her stomach and Dave
fell free into a boiling room with acrid air. As soon as he landed a wave of
acid overwhelmed him and he was pulled under with one final scream.
Steve didn’t know what happened to any of his friends. From
the moment the titanic women arrived he’d been fighting for his life.
He’d been lucky enough to not be crushed outright by a
planet-sized ass, but that had left him barely enough space to move; his
current safe space was a giant woman’s crack. Her shorts clung to every part of
her tightly enough that he could run toward what he thought was the back of the
booth and after several minutes of desperate dashing he was validated.
Finally he squeezed his way free, finding faint light at the
end of the ‘tunnel’ as he emerged into fresh air. He looked around and saw just
how desperate his situation really was: he technically had a pathway to freedom
by running between the back of the booth and the tight athletic shorts, where
it was possible he could leap from the booth and find a way to freedom. If he
could survive spending days avoiding being stepped on or caught in a vacuum.
And that was assuming there was even a way to return to normal size and he
wouldn’t spend the rest of his life scrounging on crumbs from the restaurant
floor.
Or he could climb up the biggest, most incredible ass he’d
ever seen and at least have a chance of getting her attention and rescue.
“Not really a choice,” he told himself as he grabbed a
handful of spandex.
Steve was in shape. He took care of himself, and about once
a week Jack had been able to convince him to go to the gym with him. Now Steve
was wishing he’d gone more often.
“At least,” he gasped as he rested, one hand and foot easily
supporting his body at the waistband of the mountain-shorts he was climbing,
“She’s holding still!”
He looked down and immediately regretted it. It was mere
inches to the seat but his stomach heaved regardless; to him it seemed a
quarter mile. Steve also had no sense of time. Above him the giantesses were
talking to each other in a rapid chatter that he couldn’t follow while focusing
on climbing. He only knew time was short and getting shorter.
Just as he made that realization, his mountain shifted
violently. Steve held on like it was a bucking bronco and watched in horror as
the ground became far further away. He screamed as the girls continued chatting
and turned to grab onto her shorts with both hands. Fear propelled him upward
until he was straddling the top of the waistband with a massive drop to his
left and titanic tanned skin to his right.
Laying himself flat, Steve dug in and held on for all he was
worth. The booth faded into the distance, then out of sight as his unwitting
captor left Metro ‘Za on the way to her car.
“Oooh that was good!” she said from far above him. He
screamed as she sat in her car; instantly he was squeezed against her lower
back by the seat. The leather seat was scalding hot from sitting in the sun all
day.
Steve heard music begin blasting as she began driving home. Pressure
on both sides threatened to crush him, so he did his best to crawl toward the
only remotely open area he could think of. Out of options, Steve approached the
girl’s massive crack. She shifted slightly and that gave Steve the opening he
needed.
Before he could be smashed once more between her body and
the seat Steve threw himself forward. He fell with a screech into the thin
space where her shorts weren’t quite skintight and into her massive crack.
There was a moment’s relief from the pressure threatening
him.
Then a moment of terror.
What do I do now? he thought as he clung to her
thong, desperately trying not to slide deeper into the woman’s crack.