A Bagel for Breakfast by ESC
It was probably morning, but the storm was blocking any sunlight from Laura's
bedroom window. She had only been in Newton for a week and survived three
incredibly violent thunderstorms. A tornado touched down five miles East of
here on Tuesday and a few square miles of wheat had been flattened by hail
stones the size of golf balls. They told her Kansas had intense weather, but
she wasn't prepared for this.
It must be after six, she thought as she tried to motivate herself to get out of
bed. Her first concert would be tomorrow evening and she really needed to
practice. Laura remembered the thrill when she opened the letter from the
"Young Artists in Rural America" foundation last Winter. Eighty Juniors and
Seniors would spend a Summer in small towns throughout rural America sharing
their art and music with people who had little contact with the arts. And now
here she was. Time had flown since she arrived. She had to get settled in her
apartment and find her way around the community. Now it was finally time to
practice. She would be playing the Bach Second Suite in three days and she had
barely touched the cello since she arrived. Adrenaline shot through her - my
God, there were only three days!
Distant thunder rumbled as she got out of bed and slipped into her nightshirt.
The clock wasn't working and the lights were dead from that close strike a few
hours ago. She fumbled for her flashlight and tiptoed to the bathroom. The
floors creaked under her feet as she tiptoed to the bathroom. Mrs. English was
a retired widow and, unlike most farm people, tended to sleep in until seven.
Nearly everything was old about the house. Mrs. English told her it was built
over one hundred years ago by her husband's grandfather. Long Island had its
share of old houses, but people had more money there and were able to keep them
in better repair. There was something wonderful about the character of this
It was exactly what she needed. While she didn't want to totally leave
civilization, she did need to remove its distractions to focus on her work.
Only her electric clock, her flashlight and the small microwave oven that Mrs.
English gave her hinted that this was the twentieth century.
Returning to her room she started hearing the Bach. It was so rich and
mathematical. Nothing was as perfect as the Suites. When would daylight come
so she could play? She unlatched the case and lifted out the cello. Its wood
felt so good, so alive as she listened to its strings respond as she lightly
tapped the bridge with her finger. Sitting cross-legged and hugging her
instrument, she softly hummed the allemande and drifted off into meditation.
A sudden flash of lightning jolted Laura from her meditation. She was so
startled that she didn't hear the first crash, but the room was bathed in a
brilliant white light for a few seconds as a bright globe the size of a baseball
entered through the wall plug and slowly moved up the cord of the microwave
oven. It entered the oven and exploded with a sound like the crack of a whip.
Her ears were ringing and the room filled with the smell of ozone. Rain pounded
on the roof above her and loud thunderclaps followed the flashes by less than
five seconds. She was shaking like a leaf as she hugged her cello for comfort.
Minutes passed and the time between the flashes and the thunder had increased to
ten and then fifteen seconds. The thunder was still loud, but it no longer
started with the sharp crack it makes when it is close. Mrs. English was
pounding on the door.
"I'm OK, Mrs. English. I think we were hit by one of the bolts. I'm just a
little shaken up..."
Sunlight streamed though a break in the clouds. Laura put the cello back in its
case and opened the window to get rid of the ozone smell. The air smelled so
fresh after a storm. As she drank in deep breaths she felt so alive - so
Newton, Kansas had wonderful bagels. Laura stopped in the shop yesterday
knowing that the only edible bagels in the world were made in a ten mile radius
of New York City, but these were the best she had tasted.
After five years of subsistence living in New York City, Nancy Gottfried
realized she wasn't going to make it as a dancer. She had gone from second
string in a second rate ballet company to doing chorus line work. Her beauty
and legs got her through the auditions, but she really wasn't a great dancer.
She did, however, learn how to make great bagels and reasoned that they would
sell anywhere. With any luck this little store would break even and she could
expand. Maybe she would even have her bagels in California one day.
Laura opened the door on the microwave and was amazed that it's light still
worked. The cavity smelled of ozone and its electric cord was blackened, but
otherwise it looked fine. She started humming her music as she placed the bagel
into the oven on a paper towel. Butter would be nice, but the refrigerator was
down stairs and she was too hungry. She punched 30 into the timer and hit the
"start" button. Nothing happened. She tried again, but something was wrong with
the oven. Opening the door she thought she could smell the ocean. Now the
light wasn't even working. She shook her head and reached for her flashlight.
The early pre-dawns were easily better than the California sunsets, Jim thought
as he worked the stunt kite. It went up ten minutes earlier in total darkness
with nothing but a tiny strobe light to mark the swoops it was making. The
patterns were mesmerizing and he found himself thinking about a Bach cello piece
he heard last week when he was tooling for finals. Now his only care in the
world was the pull of his kite on its twin fifty foot lines.
His concentration snapped as he felt the ground shake and heard a dull thud
behind him. There was a brief blast of wind, but the sea breeze was replaced by
a stillness. A stunt kite fluttered to the ground as it's owner released it
from his control. The colors of the pre-dawn were replaced by a soft metallic
blue glow that was bright enough to cast a shadow before him as the stars
overhead completely faded from view.
Turning around to look at the light he saw a bright blue rectangle form high in
the sky. As he watched in amazement, the rectangle spread downwards towards the
ground and shook the Earth when it hit. Directly in front of him was something
very large. Looking first to his left and then his right, he saw metallic walls
perhaps a hundred feet away on either side. They rose at least a hundred feet
to a metallic ceiling where the sky used to be. The smell of salt air was being
replaced by the smell of a bakery. Even the sounds around him were changing.
The surf and the wind were being replaced by the stillness of a large room.
Something was very wrong.
Jim turned and started to approach the huge object that loomed before him.
Suddenly a bright searchlight began to probe the darkness behind him. He walked
around the object, guessing it to be over twenty feet tall and sixty feet wide.
It seemed to have circular walls like a huge inner tube or some kind of tank.
Finally he had a direct view of the searchlight. Was this some kind of
spaceship? Was he going to have a close encounter? The light was huge and,
rather than being pointed from a fixed platform, it seemed to dance about in
the sky. The searchlight fixed on him and he thought he could make out something
huge in the glare behind it. A woman's voice boomed from above and the
searchlight went black.
The inside of the oven looked strange - it was as if a strange dim light was
leaking through the walls. There was a light brown substance on the floor of
the oven. Maybe something burned when the lightning struck. She continued to
looking around with the flashlight.
Hello? What's this?!, she thought to herself.
"Oh my god! It looks like a little person!"
It - he was absolutely tiny - maybe as tall as one of her short musician's
fingernails - and he was looking directly into the flashlight. She switched the
beam off and closed her eyes for a few seconds to see if this was just a dream.
She slowly opened her eyes after counting to ten and pinching herself on the
arm. He was still there; standing a few inches away from her bagel.
"Come here little man. Don't worry, I won't hurt you..."
He seemed to understand her and walked over to the door hinge. My god he was
tiny! Laura thought as she held out her finger in front of him.
"See if you can climb on my finger... I'd like to get a better look at you" she
whispered as quietly as she could.
Her heart pounded in confusion as he climbed onto the tip of her left index
finger and walked down to her palm. Closing her eyes, she thought she could
feel his footsteps.
She could hear him talking to her. "Where am I? Who are you? What did you do
"Slow down there. I'm Laura .. Laura Clemens. And as far as I can tell, you
appeared in my microwave oven when I was trying to nuke breakfast."
Laura slowly lifted her hand to her face to study her little man. It was
difficult trying to see much in the way of features on him. It looked like he
might be wearing blue jeans and a white shirt of some kind. His hair was
probably light brown or blonde, but that was hard to tell. Slowly she walked
over to her desk and fumbled for the little magnifying glass in her sewing kit.
"That's better. Now you look a few inches tall. You're pretty cute you know...
What's your name?"
"Jim... I can't get over how enormous you are. I've got to sit down, all of
this is making me feel faint." He sat down on her hand as she continued to study
"Are you from Earth? The only living things I can think of that have legs and
are as small as you are insects, but you look very human to me. In fact you
look like a cute guy in his early twenties."
"Thanks ... I'm from San Diego. In fact I just finished finals at UCSD last
week. God you're tall - you must be hundreds of feet tall."
"No, I'm just five-eight and we're in a second floor apartment in Newton,
Kansas. You're the one who's small. How did you get in my microwave in the
"You're asking me?! I was flying my kite just before dawn and suddenly I heard
a big crash behind me. It was like a box just formed around me out of nothing.
Suddenly a big piece of light started to open in the sky. That must have been
the door of your oven opening. Were you cooking something?"
"I was trying to cook a bagel, but nothing happened..."
"So that's what the thing was! A bagel! It was so big I would have never
figured that out."
"Anyway I opened the oven and saw some strange light. I even thought I could
smell salt water. That's when I got out my flashlight. Somehow my oven shrank
the space around you and brought you here. I wonder what's in there now?"
Carefully she walked over to the oven with him. The floor was still covered
with sand and she saw a tiny kite laying on the ground. A few inches from her
bagel was an inch tall lifeguard tower. "Whoops..." It crumbled into a tiny
heap as she touched it with her finger.
"Laura, put me down on the beach and close the door. I need to know if I can
return to California. Just don't start up the oven -- you might fry me!"
"Here, this isn't going to be very easy.." she said as she lowered her finger
tip into the sand. She watched in amazement as he carefully made his way down
to her finger tip. He jumped to the sand. She couldn't feel anything when he
"OK, big girl. Try closing the door for awhile and then open it in a minute or
She closed the door and started counting. After something like thirty seconds
had gone by she opened the door. Nothing had changed.
"Nothing happened. Could you try the timer on the oven. Didn't you say the
oven was broken?"
Laura closed the door again and punched in 30 and start. Nothing seemed to be
happening as she tried to look through the grill. Ten seconds, twenty and
finally she thought she could see a light blue glow coming from the oven.
Carefully she opened the door and looked in astonishment as a tiny ocean faded
into the oven's back wall.
"It works!" he shouted. "Hot, Damn! It works! Now close the door again and let
me get out of here."
"Hey, little guy. I'm not the kind of girl who lets a cute guy get away so
easily. First I need to learn a bit about you and then I'll let you go." She
put her finger down on the sand next to the crushed lifeguard tower. "Climb
He reluctantly climbed on wondering if this was the most stupid thing he would
ever do. On the other hand she was beautiful and he didn't have anything else
"Now I'm going to put you on my desk where you can't get into trouble while I
experiment. Don't get lost!" Jim made the four foot drop from her fingertip to
the table and watched as the giantess walked away. She was wearing a
nightshirt, but he it gave away her shape as she walked. Her hair was blond and
was very long even at her scale. She was gorgeous!
Laura punched 40-start into the oven and opened it. The sky was dark and the
sand on the bottom had been replaced by water. She dipped her finger in it and
then tasted the fluid. It tasted salty. She closed the door and tried 30-start
again. The remains of the little crushed tower littered the sand. She drew an
"L" in the sand with her fingertip and wondered what people would think of the
hundred foot initial as she closed the oven and entered 1-start. It was time to
have some fun.
Opening the door, Laura found another water scene. The color of the water
seemed different from 40-land and was very cold to the touch - almost freezing.
She picked up her notebook and wrote "1 - cold ocean. Arctic or Antarctic?"
The entries for 2 and 3 were also water, but she didn't have a clue to where
they were other than the fact that they were warm. For fun she took a piece of
styrofoam packing from the garbage and threw it into the ocean in 3-land,
wondering what someone would think when it was discovered.
Four produced a desert scene - completely bleak and desolate. The sand was hot
to the touch and was not very deep. Laura took a piece of styrofoam and inked a
"L" on its side before she dropped off her calling card.
Six was water, but seven was a lush jungle with trees almost as tall as the
cavity of the oven. She plucked a few of the trees and was amazed by their tiny
leaves and fragile limbs. A flight of tiny blue and red objects fled one of the
trees as she brought it out of the oven. Probably some kind of tropical bird,
"How are you doing my little friend?" she said as she approached the desk
carrying one of the trees trunk-up between her thumb and index finger. She
carefully laid the tree on the desk a half foot from him. "What do you think of
this? I found it hunting with the oven..."
Jim approached the huge tree. It must have well over a hundred feet tall. The
trunk was eight feet in diameter and was badly crushed where it had been
snapped. "This is one of the biggest trees I've seen. How did you pull it
"Oh, I tried to pull a few up from above, but they break so easily. To get this
one I pulled a few trees around it and then broke it off near its base with my
fingers. A flight of beautiful blue and red things came from this one. If you
see them flying around in here maybe you can tell me what they are."
She found a note card and pencil in the drawer. "Jim, I need to figure out how
big you are so we know what the oven is doing. After that you can go back to
California if you want, but you're kind of cute and I'd like to get to know you
a little more. Maybe after I send you back we can get together at our normal
This sounded great to Jim. She was extremely beautiful and seeing a woman this
big was certainly a novel experience.
As Laura placed the huge piece of cardboard on the desk, at least twenty parrots
flew overhead. They probably had a one foot wingspan, so it was no wonder she
couldn't see them very well. "They're parrots Laura! You managed to catch a
flock of parrots."
"Parrots! Maybe I can catch them and put them in a bottle of something."
Jim shuddered at the thought of being placed in a bottle as he paced off the
cardboard sheet. "I'd say this is about forty by sixty feet" he called up to
"It's just a three by five note card, Jim. Now lay down with your head at the
edge and I'll mark your feet with my pencil." She was giggling as she talked.
The pencil crashed down on the card near his feet and left a mark nearly a foot
wide and twenty feet long. "OK, you can get up now."
"You'll have to add a foot my height - thank god the pencil lead didn't come
close to my feet."
"OK" she mumbled as she took out her ruler and magnifying glass. "This is
really hard to read. I can't tell if you're closer to nine sixteenths or five
eighths of an inch. Here, I'll put the ruler on the desk and you can make your
The ruler was at least three feet thick and fifteen feet wide and Jim had to
steady himself as he climbed up onto it. Like everything else in this bizarre
world, it was terribly out of scale. He put his feet at the right edge of the
one inch mark and used his hand to mark his height. Getting up he read the
"My god! I can't believe this. It looks like I'm just under a half inch tall.
Maybe forty eight or forty nine one hundredths of an inch. Jeezus - no wonder
you're so big!"
"Hang on, Joe. I've got my calculator. How tall are you in California?"
"I'm just a bit over five-ten."
"Oooh - that's a great height. Not too tall and not too short.."
"But I take it a half inch is too short for you?"
"Well, let's just say I've never dated anyone under three inches before. But
then again you never know, you are awfully cute." Laura paused and tried to
look innocent. "Joe," she said in her shyest, little girl voice. "Would you
like to try something before I send you back home?" As she talked she took off
her nightshirt leaving only a giantess in panties that were tiny and enormous at
the same time.
Joe's jaw dropped at the sight. What a babe! She was so beautiful and so big.
Her breasts were hundreds of feet above him. They weren't large proportionally
to her body, but they were hills to him. Her nipples were very erect and she
was holding the sides of her breasts in her huge hands.
"You're not saying anything, Joe. Don't you like what you see?" She said as she
dropped to her knees.
"You're ... you're absolutely amazing. I can't get over how big you are. It
might be fun to try something, but I can't think of anything that would be
"Well why don't you start to think about what you could do. I'm going to be
playing with the oven, but we'll need a place to keep you so you'll be safe. I
mean a spider could easily take you before I could save you." She looked around
on the desk and saw her tea leaf ball. She opened the little sphere and looked
down at Jim. "You're going to go in her for awhile until we figure out
Looking up at the huge and beautiful face smiling hundreds of feet above him, he
realized he had no choice in the matter. She opened the cage and placed it on
it's side next to him so he could easily step inside. The ball was composed of
two hemispheres each slightly taller than he was and about thirteen or fourteen
feet in diameter. They were made of a thick mesh of four inch thick silver bars
spaced on a foot wide pitch. Jim climbed into the ball and waved at his huge
Laura carefully closed the tiny ball and locked the tiny latch with the edge of
her fingernail. "I hope you don't mind breasts because I'm going to hang you
between mine for safe keeping." Wondering what she must look like to her tiny
friend was starting to become erotic. Maybe he could play with her nipples or
ears. Or maybe she could hold her labia open and let him play with her clit.
She hung the ball from a necklace and let it fall between her breasts. "Are you
OK in there Jim?"
"So far so good. Just be more careful when you move me. It felt like I was on
a roller coaster for awhile."
"If you don't mind, I'm going back to play with the oven. Actually I really
don't care if you do mind, because you're staying in there for the time being."
She went up to twenty on the oven, but the only sign of human habitation was
sixteen, which was some kind of field with a road running through it. True to
form Laura drew her "L" in the field and ripped up about fifty feet of the two
lane road with her finger tips.
Having Jim between her breasts was starting to make her very horny and it was
time to make love with him in any way she could. She carefully removed her
necklace and opened the cage.
"Jim, step out onto my palm. I really need you!"
Her palm was almost big enough to hold a basketball court, Jim thought as he
stepped onto the huge woman's hand. He could feel movement and watched in
amazement as her left breast came closer and closer.
"My god, your nipple is bigger than I am!"
"Would you like to climb it, Jim?"
Now he was close enough to touch her nipple. Her areola almost filled his field
of view - it must have been over twenty feet in diameter. She must have been
very excited as she was so incredibly hard. He walked over to her nipple and
"Take off you clothes, Jim" she giggled. "I want to feel you."
Now he was as horny as she was. He ripped off everything he was wearing and
crouched in the hurricane as she blew them off of her palm. As she watched, he
held her nipple again and felt himself become hard against it's crinkled
"Would you make love with my nipple?"
That would be a new experience, he thought. He started rubbing himself against
it and felt his nipples harden as they touched her's. His shaft was rock hard
and she felt wonderful against it.
"I can just feel you. You feel so incredibly light and so sexy. Jim, this is
so wonderful. My breasts feel so heavy and wonderful with you doing that!"
She was oozing milk from several ducts and Jim was soaking. Each drop would
start growing at a duct until it was over a foot in diameter. Gravity would
then take command and allow another drop to form. The ducts that were milking
looked at least and inch in diameter and Jim wondered if he could make love with
one of them.
"I'm going to put my cock in one of your milk ducts. You're giving milk and I
think I'll fit."
"My ... my milk ducts? You can get into one of them? Would you? Oh, Jim, tell
me what it feel's like." Laura closed her eyes to feel the sensation and
lightly squeezed the side of her breast.
"What happened! God, I'm covered with your milk. You squirted like a fire hose
and almost knocked me over!"
"Don't worry, it was as sexy as anything I've ever done in my life! Now I'm
going to try to get in.."
It was a tight fit, but she was well lubricated. He leaned into her nipple a
bit more and suddenly his was in all the way.
"Laura ... I'm in your duct. I'm making love with your nipple."
Laura started to tremble lightly. It was so sexy thinking about a tiny little
penis in her nipple. She lightly touched the side of her breast.
Jim could feel a huge pressure pushing him out of her duct. He leaned into her
harder, but a stream of what must have been a dozen drops shoved him out.
Covered from head to toe with her warm milk, he rammed his shaft into her again
and couldn't take his pressure any more.
"I'm coming Laura, I'm coming."
The huge hand under him started to quake and he lost his balance. All of a
sudden he was in free fall ten feet above her hand. He managed to land without
injury, but it was impossible to stand up as the womanquake continued.
"I... I .. I... don't know how to handle this Jim. Maybe you should get back in
your cage for awhile."
She placed a hemisphere over him on her palm and slowly his world turned on end
as he fell onto his back against the top of the metal cage. She moved the other
hemisphere into place and shut the latch with her fingernail.
"I can't figure out how we can do much at our current sizes and I can't risk
hurting you, little guy. I'm sending you back to California."
Then Laura had a great idea for a joke. She opened the microwave and placed a
bagel on its floor and gently placed the strainer on the bagel hole." This
should give him something to explain. "Be sure and write! Let's get together
soon so we can really make love." She closed the door and pressed 30-start.
"Wow - what a diversion that was!" she said to herself as she tried 21-start and
played with her nipples. Damn - nothing but water again. She closed the oven
and pressed 22-start. A fan came on and the timer said 21, 20, 19... down to 1
when a buzzer went off. Laura opened the door and didn't see anything - just
the steel floor of the cavity. She tried 20-start. Nothing! The damn oven
seemed to be working again!
For the rest of the day Laura continued to play with the oven, but nothing
seemed to work. She should have been practicing, but she was waiting for a
phone call. It was so damn frustrating! The next day was a disaster. He hadn't
called. Did she forget to give him her phone number? He could have tried
information. Maybe he would send her a letter - anything care of her in Newton
would work. God, she missed him.
Susan Adams threw down her beach towel to bake in the Summer sun. She knew she
shouldn't be doing it, but she was only sixteen and her body was really hot. The
most beautiful face in her high school and five foot ten of thirty-three,
twenty-two, thirty-three. This was her Summer and she was going to blow all of
them away. She loosened the string on the back of her top and stretched out on
That's funny, she thought. There was a bagel on the sand with something silver
on it. Susan picked up the bagel and let the one inch sphere drop into her
palm. The bagel looked awfully good, but she couldn't afford to gain any weight
if she wanted to keep this body. But what was the little silver globe? She had
never seen anything quite like it. It was made of a mesh and it looked like it
could be opened. There was something very small in it. That's funny, she
thought as she looked around. She could have sworn that she heard a guy's
voice, but there wasn't anything on the beach other than the trashed remains of
a lifeguard tower. Holding the little mesh ball close to her face, she popped
the latch with her thumbnail and slid the hemispheres apart...
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