This chapter is a “What if” scenario that explores what would happen if Shannon turned into a giantess. Due to the flashback in chapter 54, this chapter is an alternate series of the events which actually takes place simultaneously with the events in chapter 53; thus, many of the new events will be commingled with already established ones.
We rejoin the story with Shannon and the car salesmen back at the Martin household:


Shannon lay on her side of the master bed, tenderly running her finger up and down the muscular chest of the strapping young man lying next to her, exhaling a small sigh upon feeling the return of a tiny tickle in her asshole. She was absolutely amazed how stimulating it had been to have a huge, throbbing cock penetrate her, while a tiny, shrunken man wiggled around inside her ass. Shannon did become concerned, however, when Ray’s struggles had suddenly ceased in the middle of her little interlude, worried he may have gotten squished in all the excitement, but after rolling her naked body off the young man beneath her and relaxing for a moment, she was pleased to feel Ray squirming again, heaving a sigh of both satisfaction and relief. Shannon still needed his help, after all, as the tracking system he’d given her still had yet to find any trace of Chris.
“So,” Shannon giggled seductively, “how was that?”
“That....was amazing!” The young salesman said breathlessly, clasping his hands behind his head. “Too bad you’re heading out of country. I felt like we were really getting to know each other.”
“I know,” Shannon replied, kissing him, playfully walking her fingers up his chest. “but think of it this way: you gave me a nice….little….going away present.”
“Oh, and here I thought this was for MY benefit.”
“It WAS,” Shannon affirmed, “but who says I couldn’t enjoy giving it to you?”
The young man smiled, putting his arm around her and holding her close.
“So, uh,” she sighed, running her finger down his belly to his crotch, circling his still-erect penis, “about our little deal...”
The salesman was about to speak, but Shannon’s fingertip started teasing his shaft; he inhaled a breathy gasp, and his voice trembled.
“Yeah, I think that’ll work,” he managed to reply.
“Mm, thank you,” she moaned, kissing his right pec. Her nimble finger caressed his erect shaft, sliding up an down each side, and each time she occasionally brushed across the tender tip, the young salesman would gasp, and his eyes grew wider.
“Down boy,” she giggled playfully as she felt his cock become more and more erect.
“I can’t help it,” he said, “you’re really good at that!”
“I know,” Shannon grinned widely, giggling playfully each time she kept teased the young man’s crotch with her finger, taking great pride in watching him squirm and gasp each time she caressed his member.
“My, my, big boy,” Shannon said softly, feigning the grace of a southern belle, “I do believe you’re even more erect than you were before. Too bad you’re already spent; otherwise, I might just be willing for another go...”
“Oh, just give me a few minutes to recover,” he said swiftly. “I’ll be fine.”
“Hm, we’ll just see,” Shannon replied playfully, still caressing his crotch.
“Of course, you keep doing that, I’ll probably be ready in half the time.”
“That’s the point!” Shannon giggled louder as she redoubled her efforts.
“Oh, baby, I can’t take it anymore,” he blurted. “I need you, NOW!”
“Well, come and get me then.”
The young man grasped Shannon’s ass check, squeezing it playfully as he desperately tried to ring her closer.
Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he heard a tiny, high-pitched squeak.
“Wha—What was that?” he asked.
“Uh, what was what?” Shannon replied, squeezing her ass muscles to stop Ray’s screams.
“I....I coulda sworn I just heard something,” the young man reiterated. “Like a....tiny squeak.”
“You know, it must’ve been my phone,” Shannon replied hastily. “Let me just check it and freshen up a bit, OK?”
“Sure,” he nodded.
“Alright,” she whispered, kissing his arm tenderly, “I won’t be long.”
Shannon slowly rolled her naked ass out of bed. The young man gave one of her butt cheeks a gentle pinch as she rolled away; she slapped his hand away playfully, giggling at him. She headed over to the vanity dresser and opened up her purse, gazing at the handheld tracker inside. Even after a whole night of searching, it still hadn’t found any trace of Chris. Shannon needed to find him, and she was running out of time.
“I’m gonna have to have a little talk with Ray,” she muttered under her breath in frustration.
“Everything OK?” the young man called from the bed.
“Oh, everything‘s fine,” Shannon reassured him. “I’ve....just had a little setback, that’s all.”
“Anything I can help with?” he asked.
“Aw, you’re sweet,” she sighed, “but it’s something I have to handle myself. Why don’t you get cleaned up a bit while I take care of this?”
“OK,” he replied. “I’ve gotta pee anyway.”
The young man strolled into the master bathroom, clicking on the light and closing the door behind him. As soon as it was shut, Shannon’s expression turned from sweet innocence to frustrated annoyance. She immediately turned back to her purse and pulled out the tracker to take a closer look at it.
“What, the fuck is WRONG with this stupid thing?!” she seethed impatiently. “Why is it taking so long?”
She kept turning the gadget off and on, trying to get it to work.
“Something must be wrong with this thing,” she reasoned. “I’ve gotta get it working; I can’t leave without...”
Before Shannon could finish her sentence, the young salesman came out of the bathroom, sporting a full erection.
“Ready for another go?” he asked smugly.
“U-Unfortunately, sweetie, something’s come up,” Shannon said cooly, slipping the device back in her purse. “I’ve got an appointment I need to get ready for, so I’m afraid we’ll have to cut this short.”
“Aw,” he pouted dejectedly. “Are you sure you couldn’t spare another....10 minutes?”
“I’m afraid not,” she replied bluntly. “I mean, I’d love to, I really would, but I have a….’little’ matter I have to deal with (and someone I have to talk to), and unfortunately, it’s not gonna be a pleasant conversation. Plus, it’s kind of killed the mood.”
“Oh. Well, I-I get off work at 5:30,” he replied quickly, “maybe I could see you tonight and, you know, take you out to dinner or something....maybe give you one last send off.”
“Sweetie, look,” Shannon sighed, strolling over to him, “I’m really sorry, but I’m afraid I have a lot of things to do before tomorrow, and barely enough time to do them in, so the sooner I get them all taken care of, the better. Besides, you’ve already given me a wonderful send off—the best I could’ve asked for—and I certainly won’t forget you, but right now, I need you to get dressed, cut me a check for the cars, and be on your way so I can get ready, OK?”
“OK, I understand,” the salesman sighed dejectedly.
“Thank you,” she said, pulling his head in close and kissing him rather aggressively. “Now, get dressed!”
The young salesman got dressed while Shannon grabbed a bathrobe from behind the bathroom door. Before he could could even finish buttoning his shirt, she had already gathered his suit coat and was practically pushing him down the stairs.
“Look, I’m sorry if I overstayed my welcome,” he apologized.
“You’re fine,” Shannon said, “I’ve had a really good time, but I’ve really got to get moving. Now, where’s my check.”
“O-Oh, it’s right here,” he said, grabbing his briefcase and pulling out the cashier’s check.
“Great! This is really gonna come in handy. Now, I’m afraid you’ve gotta go.”
“OK, OK. I’m going,” he replied, opening up the front door and stepping onto the front step.
“Hey,” Shannon said, following him out and grabbing his arm.
“I’m sorry, I really am,” she said softly, kissing him passionately. “Thanks for the fuck.”
Shannon hurried back across the threshold and practically slammed the door as she scuttled back to the stairs and stomped up to the bedroom. She quickly threw off her robe and flung it onto the bed as she headed into the bathroom, flipping on the light and heading over to the toilet.
Shannon slammed her ass down onto the toilet seat and began straining, squeezing, and flexing her sphincter muscles. A few moments, and a slight wiggle of her ass later, a tiny toot escaped her butt, followed by a high-pitched squeak, and a minuscule PLOP in the toilet a second later.
“Ahh,” Shannon sighed, standing back up and turning to look into the bowl. There, struggling to stay afloat, was a tiny Ray.
“Oh good, you’re alive,” Shannon said, somewhat sarcastically. “You and I need to have little a chat about this tracking system of yours, mister. Like, why hasn’t it found my little boy toy yet?!”
The tiny man was coughing and sputtering as he desperately treaded the ice-cold water in the toilet, trying to fight back the hypothermia that was already setting in.
“I shouldn’t have to remind you that my window of opportunity is closing soon, so you’d better figure out what’s wrong with it, little man, or I’m taking all of my frustrations out on YOU.”
Ray was squeaking curses up at her, but Shannon wasn’t paying enough attention to make out what was being said.
“UGH! Geez, Ray!” Shannon spat irately, watching the tiny speck of a man struggle to keep his head above water, “You’re so pathetic!”
She quickly searched the nearby drawers for something she could use to fish out the tiny man.
“Oh, relax, and stop your squeaking!” Shannon demanded in frustration, finding the tweezers she’d used on Chris earlier in the week, “I’ll get you out.”
Ray reached up as Shannon dipped the tweezers down into the bowl.
“You know, you’re lucky I don’t just press the lever and flush you,” Shannon spat, carefully maneuvering the tweezers and gently plucking up the tiny man, “but I still need you.”
She carefully stood up and deposited Ray onto the sink. He lay prone for a moment, coughing and sputtering to clear the nasty, toilet water from his lungs. Shannon, however, didn’t give him much time to recover, tearing off a tiny piece of toilet paper and tossing it over him so he could dry himself. The small corner completely enveloped his tiny frame; he struggled to get out from under it while Shannon stepped back into the bedroom fro a moment, retrieving the tracking device from her purse. Ray had just gotten out from underneath the toilet paper when Shannon returned.
“See this, little man?!” she said with frustration, “It says it’s still calibrating. You said this thing would work, so you’d better fix it, OR ELSE!”
The tiny man started squeaking and hopping up and down irately.
“Humph! You’d better not be badmouthing me, little man,” Shannon warned as she moved her ear closer and concentrated so she could hear him, “especially when you’re so small, I could SQUASH you with my big toe!”
“FOR GOD’D SAKE, YOU GIANT BITCH,” the tiny man squeaked, “MAKE ME BIGGER RIGHT NOW, BEFORE YOU KILL ME!”
“You know,” Shannon sighed as she straightened back up, “I’d have thought being trapped in my ass all day would teach you some manners...”
She turned around, scooting her butt up closer to the counter.
“...maybe you need to go back inside for a little while?!” she said, threatening to sit on him.
The tiny Ray squeaked feverishly, cowering with fear, desperately begging for Shannon NOT to stick him up her ass again.
“Now then,” Shannon said, moving her ear closer once again, “let’s try this again: how do I make your tracker work?”
“Shannon, even if I knew what was wrong,” Ray squeaked, “I-I can’t do ANYTHING while I’m this small. Now, come on, quit fooling around and make me bigger again! PLEASE!”
“You’ve got one more chance to talk, little man, or it’s under my ass you go.”
“I-I swear, I-I don’t know what’s wrong,” he replied nervously. “It SHOULD be working.”
“Alright, have it your way, little man,” Shannon shrugged. “Hm, I wonder if they’ll do a body cavity search before I get on that plane tomorrow. I’d better shove you in REAL DEEP this time, just to make sure.”
“WAIT!!” Ray screamed before Shannon could straighten up again. “WHAT IF I GAVE YOU SOMETHING BETTER?!”
Shannon stopped, bending back down:
“‘Better’?”
“YES, IF YOU UN-SHRINK ME, I CAN GIVE YOU ANOTHER FORMULA! A NEW FORMULA!”
“Oh yeah?” Shannon replied, slightly intrigued. “What kind of formula?”
“ONE THAT COULD TURN YOU INTO A LITERAL GODDESS!”
Shannon moved in even closer to the tiny man:
“Alright,” she said, “I’m listening...”

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Rachel was still giggling playfully, enjoying the feeling of Chris squirming between her closed feet, when all of a sudden, she felt a strange pressure on her soles, and her tiny friend’s struggles intensifying.
“Rmchml! Gmt Mrm Omt umf Hmr!” A muffled voice shouted.
Rachel quickly parted her soles...
She couldn’t believe her eyes: Chris had nearly doubled in size!
“Oh my God!” Rachel squealed. “Chris, look! You’ve gotten BIGGER!”
“Uhn, yes, I’m well aware of that, Rach,” Chris strained, struggling to sit up in the crevice made by her bare soles.
“Yeah, but LOOK at you: you’re, like, twice as big now!” Rachel squealed. “Ooh, that must mean the potion’s wearing off!”
“What’s going on out here?!” Sue Ann called from the den as she flung the door open.
“Sue Ann, come look!” Rachel called out excitedly, “Chris’s gotten bigger!”
Sue Ann scurried out of the den and across the hall to the living room. She slowed her stride, however, when she saw Chris’s now 1-inch figure lying between Rachel’s bare feet.
“See?” Look,” Rachel squealed, “he’s twice as big as he was!”
“Yeah, I can see that,” Sue Ann commented, still somewhat perplexed by the sight before her. “What....exactly have you two been doing?”
“Oh, nothing,” Rachel replied offhandedly. “We’ve just been messing around.”
Chris was practically beet red with embarrassment; he could feel Sue Ann’s eyes beaming through him.
“Uh huh,” Sue replied skeptically, “Doing what: seeing how ticklish your FEET are?”
“We were just having a little fun, Sue Ann, honest,” Rachel explained. “We were being careful.”
“Yeah, well, for someone who’s been concerned with Chris’s safety the past few days, and worried she might’ve SQUASHED him a little while ago, you sure are playing rough,” Sue commented as she made a space on the couch for herself.
“Sue Ann, I promise we we weren’t doing anything dangerous,” Rachel defended. “We were just trying to find ways to take advantage of Chris’s current size, that’s all.”
“Well, until Chris grows back to normal, I’m kinda responsible for him,” Sue explained, fluffing up a throw pillow and setting it down next to her on the center cushion of the couch, “and I’d appreciate it if he wasn’t, you know, FLATTENED before then. Now, how about you put Chris up here on the pillow and we’ll all watch a movie together, OK?”
“OK,” Rachel sighed, reaching down to retrieve Chris from between her feet.
“And please be careful with him,” Sue commanded.
“I will,” Rachel reassured her, slightly annoyed.
Chris climbed into Rachel’s hands while she carefully stood up and placed him in the center of the throw pillow. As she turned to sit down on the opposite cushion, however, Rachel’s ass slammed onto the couch so aggressively that Chris actually bounced into the air a tiny bit.
“Rachel!” Sue Ann exclaimed.
“What?!” Rachel asked frustratedly.
“Please, be careful! You almost bounced Chris right off the couch!”
“Sorry!” Rachel groused defensively.
“You OK?” Sue Ann asked Chris.
“I’m fine,” Chris replied, crawling back towards the center of the pillow.
“Now, no more sudden movements!” Sue Ann scolded.
“She didn’t do it on purpose,” Chris spoke up, trying to defend his friend.
“Thank you,” Rachel said pridefully.
“I swear, you two are gonna give me a heart attack before this day’s over!” Sue Ann sighed.
Rachel sighed and rolled her eyes. Chris could only look down shamefully, guilt-ridden for being partly responsible for Rachel getting in trouble.
Thankfully, the next half hour was uneventful. Sue Ann found an animated movie they all could enjoy together, and things actually were going smoothly until a sudden blast of music started playing.
Chris practically jumped out of his seat.
“Sorry, that’s my phone,” Rachel apologized, hastily reaching into her pocket to retrieve it.
“Hey, when did YOU get a cell phone?!” Chris squeaked.
Rachel didn’t respond; though he couldn’t tell if she just didn’t hear him, or was choosing to ignore him.
“Crap!” Rachel exclaimed, wide eyed, “It’s my MOM!”
Sue Ann immediately grabbed the remote, frantically pressing the PAUSE button.
“Should I answer?” Rachel asked, waiting for Sue Ann to respond.
“Yes, of COURSE,” Sue instructed anxiously, “Just DON’T tell her about Chris!”
Rachel nodded and quickly accepted the call:
“Hello?”
“Rachel?” Mrs. Carson asked, “Where are you?”
“Oh, hi mom. I, uh, just took a little walk,” Rachel replied.
“Well, you’ve been gone for quite a while. How far d’ya go?”
“Oh, not far. Around the neighborhood.”
“OK, well, are you getting close to home?”
“Oh, well actually, I, uh...” Rachel paused awkwardly, gesturing to the others that she didn’t know what to say. Sue Ann and Chris frantically waved their arms, trying to indicate to Rachel NOT to reveal where she was.
“I’m kinda at a friend’s house,” Rachel blurted out.
Sue Ann sighed heavily, dropping her head in disappointment.
“Oh?” Mrs. Carson uttered. “Who’s?”
“I-it’s not important, mom,” Rachel stammered. “Did you need something?”
“Well, I’m gonna head out to run some errands later, and I’d like you to come home before I leave.”
“But mom, we just started watching a movie, and I really wanted to stay a while.”
“Honey, I’m sorry, but I’m gonna be out for a while and I want you home while I’m out and about. Besides, someone needs to be here to watch Chloe while I’m gone; she’s YOUR dog, after all.”
“But, MOOOOOOOM!” Rachel whined.
“‘But’ nothing. I don’t wanna hear it, missy. Now, I’ve gotta hop in the shower and clean up a bit before I leave, so use that time to say goodbye and get yourself home, understand?”
“Alright,” Rachel sighed, “I’m on my way.”
“Good, I’ll see you when I get home.”
“OK. Bye mom.”
“Bye.”
Rachel hung up frustratedly.
“Sorry,” Rachel apologized to Sue Ann and Chris.
“It’s OK, Rach,” Sue replied. “You head on home. I’ve got things covered here.”
Rachel looked down sympathetically upon her tiny friend on the pillow next to her.
“I’m sorry, Chris. I really wish I could stay.”
“Me too,” Chris replied somberly, “but like Sue Ann said, I’m in good hands now. I’ll be fine.”
“I know you will,” Rachel replied, just as dejected, “but I still don’t wanna leave you.”
Rachel slowly stood up, stretched for a moment, then headed towards the front door to collect her sandals. Sue Ann followed, leaving Chris by himself on the couch.
“Can I give you a ride?” Sue asked. “It IS a long walk.”
“No, that’s OK,” Rachel replied, slipping her feet into her shoes. “I don’t want my mom to know I was here. Besides, you can’t leave Chris here all by himself.”
“You know, I COULD bring him with us,” Sue Ann chortled, “but you have a good point: it’ll look suspicious if your mom sees ME dropping you off.”
“Yeah,” Rachel agreed. “Hey, maybe I can come back after my mom gets home!”
“Oh, Rachel, that’s OK,” Sue Ann objected, shaking her head. “I know you two wanna spend some more time together, but maybe it’s best if you just stayed home for now.”
“But, but I...”
“There’s nothing more you can do right now,” Sue Ann interrupted her, laying her hands upon Rachel’s shoulders. “Look, I promise I’ll call you and let you know if anything changes with Chris, and when he’s back to normal, I promise to bring him by...if the coast is clear, that is; but for now, let’s just go about our days and keep quiet about all this, OK?”
Rachel hesitated for a moment as she looked back into the living room, eyeing Chris on the pillow in the middle of the couch.
“Alright,” Rachel sighed dejectedly, waving a somber goodbye to Chris, “but promise me you won’t let anything happen to him until then.”
“I promise,” Sue Ann reassured her, “he’s in good hands.”
Rachel nodded, turning back towards the front door...
She hesitated again.
“Hey,” Rachel spoke up, turning back towards Sue Ann, “would it be OK if I said ‘goodbye’ to Chris?”
“Sure,” Sue smiled. “I need to use the restroom anyway. I’ll be right back.”
Sue Ann turned and headed down the hallway to the bathroom, while Rachel stepped back into the living room, kneeling in front of the couch like a little cat, her paws on the cushion.
“Well,” she sighed, “I hope I see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” Chris nodded, “me too.”
“A-And maybe…if you’re normal again by the weekend, we can go catch a movie or something?”
“Sure. Sounds great.”
Rachel paused again, awkwardly biting her lower lip.
“What’s wrong?” Chris asked.
Rachel looked around for a moment, then wiggled her finger, beckoning him to come closer. Chris obliged; when he’d gotten close enough, she carefully pushed her face in close to him. The tiny boy became very nervous, unsure what she was going to do...
Rachel gently planted a small kiss on Chris’s tiny body.
“I promise I’ll give you a bigger one when you’re normal again,” she whispered softly.
Chris didn’t respond; his eyes were wide with shock! He honestly didn’t know what to say.
Rachel blushed, embarrassed that she may have been a bit too forward.
“Uh...yeah...” was all Chris was able to utter before Sue Ann appeared in the hallway.
“Everything alright?” Sue Ann asked, noticing how close together the two kids were.
“EVERYTHING’S GOOD!” Chris suddenly shouted. “WE’RE JUST SAYING GOODBYE!”
“Yeah,” Rachel chimed in. “Well, anyway, bye Chris.”
“Bye, Rach,” he waved gently as she stood back up.
While Rachel and Sue Ann said their goodbyes, Chris slowly sat down on his pillow, still flabbergasted from Rachel’s kiss. He couldn’t understand it: despite Shannon having planted kisses all over him, and Sue Ann gently kissing him earlier out of gratitude, somehow, Rachel’s kiss felt different….like it was his first REAL kiss….like it actually meant something. Almost as if it were sealing a bond between them.
Chris snapped back to reality at the sound of the front door closing, and Sue Ann’s bare feet slapping the hardwood floor as she stepped back into the living room and approached the couch, towering over him like a hungry giant.
“Whelp,” she spoke up, “shall we watch the rest of the movie?”

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A lone, 30-something, male, security guard sat in his comfortable office chair inside the guard shed just outside the security gate of an undisclosed government facility. He wasn’t really privy to the inner going’s on of exactly what happened behind those closed gates; all he knew was that the job paid well and came with decent government benefits. Usually, his second-shift position was uneventful: pretty much everyone important left the grounds by 5pm, and with the exception the janitorial staff and the occasional researcher working late, the only people left in the building were a small, 3-man crew of security personnel, and him manning the security booth. With only having to keep an eye out for the clearly visible cars that came up the somewhat secluded drive, it was a pretty laidback position.
At around 9PM that particular evening, however, the guard was somewhat surprised by a lone, dark-colored sedan slowly rolling up the private drive towards the gate. He quickly double-checked the large, digital clock hanging on the wall: 9:05PM—far too early for the midnight crew to be arriving to relieve him for the night.
The guard stood up from his chair, grabbed his flashlight and clipboard, and stepped out of the guard shed to meet the unidentified vehicle as it rolled to a stop just in front of him. Inside, was a thirty-something woman dressed in a white tank-top and black leggings.
“Uh, can I help you, ma’am?” the guard said, clearing his throat, shining his flashlight into the car.
“Yes,” the woman responded calmly. “Shannon Miller: here to see Dr. Raymond Price.”
“It’s....awfully late, ma’am,” the guard replied apprehensively. “Pretty much everyone’s gone home for the evening. Maybe you should just come back in the morning?
“Yes, I realize it’s late,” Shannon replied somewhat sarcastically, “but Dr. Price told me he’d be working late and needed to see me as soon as possible.”
“Are.…you certain, ma’am?” the guard replied dubiously, checking his clipboard. “I don’t have a Dr. Price listed here as still being on the premises, and even if I did, I still couldn’t let you in without the proper clearance.”
“Well, he said I shouldn’t need it if he came down to meet me and escort me up,” Shannon replied, reaching over to get her purse, setting it in her lap.
“Maybe I should call him if you’d like?” she continued, reaching inside to retrieve her phone.
The guard secretly put his right hand to his side holster, ready to draw his weapon at a moment’s notice if necessary.
“Slowly, ma’am!” The guard commanded with authority.
“I-I’m sorry,” Shannon replied, freezing in place. “I….was just reaching for my phone.”
“I understand that, ma’am, but this IS a restricted area. I have to be cautious.”
“OK,” she nodded. “My apologies. I’m just gonna get my phone, if that’s OK?”
“Yes,” the guard replied, “but just two fingers, please.”
“OK,” Shannon replied, reaching into her bag with her right index finger and thumb, pulling out her cell phone. She quickly scrolled through the names, searching for Ray’s number; then, pressed the call button.
The guard stood by dubiously as the young woman held the phone to her ear, and was slightly surprised when he heard someone pick up the other end of the line.
“Hey, it’s me,” Shannon spoke into her phone. “Yeah, I’m here at the front gate….uh-huh, just like we agreed….well, I’m talking to the guard right now; he said he won’t let me in without clearance….yes, I told him that, but he’s quite adamant….well, he doesn’t believe you’re working late….sure, hang on a sec…
“Here,” she said, presenting her phone to the guard, “he wants to talk to you.”
The guard accepted the phone and held it up to his ear:
“Hello?…Hello?…”
There was nothing but silence on the other end of the line. The confused guard held the phone away from his ear and checked the screen, making sure he hadn’t accidentally hung up by mistake; the call, however, was still active.
“Um,” he uttered as he bent over to hand the woman back her phone, “there’s nobody—“
The guard’s eyes widened as he came face-to-face with the nozzle of a small spray can the young woman was holding…
Before he could react, Shannon pressed the plunger…
A stream of liquid shot out of the spigot and straight into the guard’s eyes. He screamed in pain as the fluid burned his eyes upon contact, blinding him as he stumbled backwards and fell hard onto the ground.
“ACK!” he exclaimed. “WHAT THE HELL—?!”
He suddenly felt someone sitting on his chest, holding him down as a firm hand grabbed his jaw and squeezed, forcing his mouth open; the guard soon tasted a nasty fluid pouring into his mouth and down the back of his throat. He frantically turned onto his side, coughing and sputtering to expel the foul liquid from his throat…
That’s when the strange sensation overtook him. The guard felt as if he were sliding away into his uniform.
“Hey, what the—“ the guard uttered, suddenly stopping, confused as to why his voice seemed higher-pitched and squeakier than normal. He frantically tried to clear his eyes, but everything around him became completely black.
A few moments later, the odd sensation had passed.
The guard desperately began shaking off the delirium, still trying to clear his eyes, but before he could recover fully, he suddenly felt himself being yanked upwards, tumbling blindly through a sea of fabric…
Then, he was falling.
He screamed as he tumbled through the air, now blinded by a sea of bright lights.
“OOF!” the guard yelped as hit the ground.
Once again, he frantically tried to shake off his confusion. His entire body felt battered and bruised as he tried to push himself up. The stinging sensation in his eyes finally subsided enough for him to open them. At first, everything was out of focus; then, as his vision began to clear, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing:
His surroundings seemed so strange, yet oddly familiar at the same time. The guard shack he’d just been sitting in a short while ago appeared extremely far away now, and hundreds of times larger than it had been. As he looked around even more, he quickly realized that EVERYTHING around him was huge.
“WHAT the FUCK?!” the guard squeaked, quickly scrambling to his feet.
Suddenly, the ground began to shake. As he struggled to hold his balance, a huge shadow shrouded him in darkness. The guard looked up just in time to see a huge object plummeting towards the ground.
The guard shrieked as the huge mass impacted directly in front of him, knocking him backwards and off his feet again. As he shook off his stupor he gazed forward to see what had just landed…
The guard’s eyes went wide, and his jaw dropped open: what lay before him was a giant pair of flip-flop clad feet. As he slowly turned his gaze upwards, his whole body trembled with fright.
Standing in front of him was the young woman he’d just been talking to….only now, she was HUGE: at least 100 feet tall, towering over him, with his uniform bundled up in her arms, and an evil smile on her face.
The guard was speechless, still in utter disbelief at what he was seeing.
Then, the giant woman lifted her right front into the air, her giant, foam flip-flop hovering ominously over his head
The guard’s face contorted in horror, putting up his hands defensively at the sight of the massive, rubbery sole…
A second later, her foot slowly began descending…
The guard screamed in terror, watching helplessly as the giant flip-flop came down on top of him. Realizing his impending demise, he tried scrambling to his feet, but it was already too late: the huge foot was already on top of him, the immense pressure crushing his chest.
The last thing the guard saw was a flash of red; then, everything went black…

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“Oh, Chris, I’m so sorry,” Sue Ann apologized profusely, carefully yet frantically carrying the tiny, red-stained boy in her cupped hands up the stairs.
“That’s OK, Sue Ann,” Chris replied, trying to comfort his overseer as he wiped the fluid from his face. “It was an accident.”
The two had been enjoying a nice, relaxing evening together, a much-welcomed change to Chris’s prior evenings. Besides taking a reprieve to enjoy a sensible dinner in the kitchen, and the occasional chat about Rachel, Chris and Sue Ann had spent much of their evening in the living room—Chris watching TV for most of it, unable to do much else, and Sue Ann typing away on her laptop to get some much-needed work done, all the while keeping a close vigil over the tiny, shrunken boy sitting on the pillow next to her.
Then came the incident: late in the evening, Sue Ann had disappeared into the kitchen to fix them both a plate of french fries for a snack; unfortunately, when she tried squirting a small helping of ketchup onto the plate she’d brought into the living room, the bottle expelled some trapped air, spraying several globs all over Chris.
Despite Chris understanding it was merely an accident, Sue Ann was noticeably flustered, apologizing profusely as she frantically tried to clean him up the best she could. Alas, the best way to do that was by giving him a bath.
“Now then,” Sue pondered aloud as she carried Chris into her master bathroom, “how exactly do we do this?”
“Wh-What do ya you mean?” Chris called up nervously.
“We have to give you a bath….or a shower,” she reiterated. “I’m just trying to figure out how to do it.”
“Sue Ann, I’m fine,” Chris insisted. “Really! You can just make a puddle of water in your hand, and I can use it to wash his hands and face.
“Chris, you’re practically covered in ketchup!” Sue Ann exclaimed. “And let’s not forget about your and Rachel‘s little ‘footsie session’ earlier today; I can’t imagine her feet we’re very clean! Uh-uhn, I’m making sure you get cleaned up....thoroughly!”
Sue Ann set Chris down beside the sink and retrieved a bottle of vanilla-sugar-scented body wash from the shower.
“Alright, now hang on just one second,” she said to Chris as she turned on the faucet. Once the water reached a good temperature, she slowed the faucet to a slight trickle, gathering a few drops in her hand and bringing them over to Chris.
“How does this feel?” she asked. “It that warm enough?”
“Feels nice,” Chris replied.
“OK,” she continued, pulling the stopper on the sink to keep the water from draining, “Now, get those clothes off.”
“Uh, O-OK,” Chris stammered. He was a little self-conscious about disrobing in front of her, but it’s not like Sue Ann hadn’t ever seen him naked before. Nonetheless, Chris kicked off his toga and handed it up to Sue Ann, who quickly tossed it into the nearby wastebasket.
“Alright, hop in,” Sue ordered, holding out her palm.
Chris hopped back into her hand, holding on as she moved it under the faucet, allowing the water to drip into her cupped palm.
“OK now,” she said. Let’s get started.”
“Uh...ar-aren’t you going to put me down first?” Chris asked.
“No,” Sue answered, “I’m gonna help you get cleaned up.”
“Sue Ann, I can wash myself!” Chris objected.
“Oh really, little man?!” she scoffed. “Exactly how’re you gonna do that?”
“Just set me down in the sink; I’ll be fine.”
“No way, mister!” Sue objected. “I’m not taking a chance of you drowning or accidentally going down the drain. I may have put the stopper down just to be safe, but you’re bathing in my hand, and that’s final!”
Chris gulped, hesitating for a moment before slowly stepping into the small pool of water beneath the trickling tap. Sue popped the cap on her body wash and carefully squeezed a single drop onto him, although even that amount was way more than Chris needed. Just as he began to lather up, however, Sue Ann intervened:
“Here, let me help you.”
“But, but I—“ Chris stuttered.
“Sh, don’t worry,” Sue whispered softly. “I’ll be gentle.”
Before Chris knew it, Sue Ann was running her right index finger up and down his 1” tall body, lathering him up thoroughly. Her soft, gentle touch was so stimulating that Chris couldn’t help sporting a tiny erection, especially when her finger brushed across his privates. He knew she wasn’t trying to be frisky, or tease him, but Chris’s hormones were bubbling inside him, and his skin grew hot and flushed. He gazed upon her face, hoping she wouldn’t laugh at his boner, but Sue Ann’s face only displayed a soft, sweet smile.
Thankfully, it wasn’t long before she rinsed him off, setting him down onto a small washcloth that, to Chris, was the size of an oversized beach blanket.
“Alright, now you stay here and dry off a bit while I hop in the shower real quick, OK?” Sue Ann said.
“O-OK,” Chris stammered.
“Great! I promise I won’t be long.”
Chris nodded as Sue Ann stepped behind the shower curtain. She nonchalantly tossed her dirty clothes out onto the floor next to the tub and started the shower. Chris watched the curtain intently, wondering if he might get a small peek at Sue Ann’s giant, naked body, but the curtain was nearly opaque, and he could only make out amorphous silhouette on the other side.
A few minutes later, Sue turned off the shower and reached for a towel from the nearby towel rack, pulling it back behind the curtain. She emerged a minute later with the towel wrapped snuggly around her midsection.
Chris gulped; his face was red. Seeing Sue Ann in a towel was surprisingly more stimulating than he thought. As she bent down to collect her clothes, Chris’s eyes were peeled to her body, hoping she’d flash him a peek at her breasts, but she was careful to leave her chest and private parts well-covered.
Once she’d tossed her clothes in the hamper just outside the bathroom, she stepped back over to the sink to retrieve Chris.
“Alright, Chris. Let’s get you dressed.”
Sue Ann handed the tiny boy another piece of tissue for him to make a new toga, then carefully carried Chris back into her bedroom, setting him down on the vanity where she’d prepared a soft sponge for his bed. Next, she gathered up some pajamas and headed back to the bathroom to change in private.
“Ready for bed?” Sue asked as she reemerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, wearing a T-shirt and pink, silk, pajama shorts.
“Um, actually, I was wondering if I could stay up with you and talk for a little bit,” Chris asked.
“Oh, well, I was going to read for a while, but you’re welcome to keep me company.”
“OK. Maybe I could watch some TV then.”
“Chris, you’ve been watching TV all day!”
“I know, but what else am I supposed to do?!” Chris said avidly. “There’s not much else I CAN do. Besides, I knew you had to get some work done today, so I figured it’d just be easier if I just let you work while I just chilled. I didn’t want to be an inconvenience.”
“Chris, that’s sweet of you,” Sue replied sympathetically, “but maybe you could just read a book...uh, or, you could listen to some music. I think I have some headphones....um, I think I see your point. What exactly did you and Shannon DO all week? Don’t tell me she spent the entire week TORTURING you?!”
“Among other things,” Chris replied, rolling his eyes reticently.
“Alright, come on,” Sue Ann relented, carrying Chris over to her bed and setting him down on the pillow beside her.
“OK,” she sighed, “you can watch TV for a little while I read a couple of chapters, but then it’s off to bed, agreed?”
“OK,” Chris nodded.
“I’ll keep the volume low so it won’t disturb me.”
“OK. Thanks, Sue Ann.”
“You’re welcome,” she smiled softly, turning on the TV.

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With her headlights doused, Shannon carefully drove her rental car up the secluded drive and crept through the parking lot, eventually parking in a dark, unlit, corner space in the rear of the lot. There, she quickly gathered her things into a small, dark backpack; threw on a dark, long-sleeved shirt over her tank-top; switched out her flip-flops for a black pair of socks and flats; and, with Ray’s ID badge in hand, quietly crept towards the building, sticking to the shadows to avoid being spotted.
Ray, whom Shannon was keeping close by, had indicated the existence of a somewhat unguarded, side entrance not covered by any security cameras that could be used to gain entrance to the building; then, she’d just have to sneak her into his laboratory and secure herself inside. Thankfully, in order to keep research and classified materials being seen by any unauthorized security personnel, Ray’s lab was completely devoid of cameras and inaccessible to the guards, so Shannon would be free to work in private without having to worry about any unwanted interruptions.
Unfortunately, there were still about half a dozen cameras between the side entrance and Ray’s lab, and for Shannon to keep from being spotted by the guard monitoring the cameras from the front, security desk, she needed a plan.
With the side entrance and entry route thoroughly scouted, and the guard at the front desk in her sights, Shannon located one of the outside security cameras on an opposite corner of the building, and slowly approached it, staying just out of it sights…
With a deep breath, and a count of three, Shannon took off, running directly past the camera.
The guard monitoring the cameras quickly spotted the disturbance and called out on his radio for assistance, leaving his post a moment later to intercept the intruder.
Shannon, however, was nowhere near where the guard or his two partners were going to be looking: once she was out of the camera’s line of sight, she cut sideways into woods and doubled-back around to the opposite side of the building. Once there, she swiped Ray’s security badge and quickly slipped inside and out of sight.
The entrance was directly adjacent to an emergency stairwell, and once inside, Shannon quickly ducked through the stairwell door, making sure the coast was clear before pulling back the waistbands of her leggings and panties and retrieving the tiny Ray from the crotch region of her underwear, holding him up in front of her.
“Alright, little man,” she demanded, “where to now?”
“Third floor!” the tiny man squeaked. “My lab’s just down the hall from this stairwell’s third-floor entrance.”
“Good,” she nodded. “Now, keep quiet until I’m there.”
“NO, SHANNON WAI—!”
Shannon’s fist quickly closed around the protesting tiny man as she reached her hand inside her top and deposited Ray in her bra, just on top of her right breast. Then, with the tiny man safely secured, Shannon quickly made her way up the stairs to the third-floor.
A few moments later, Shannon was darting unseen down the third-floor hallway past several, currently unmonitored security cameras thanks to her diversion. It wasn’t long before she safely made her way to Ray’s laboratory, swiped his badge again, typed in a 4-digit security code, and ducked inside the unlocked door, securing it behind her.
Now that she was safely secured inside the lab, Shannon made her way over to one of the bench tops and removed Ray from her bra, setting him down in front of her.
“Alright, Ray,” she said adamantly, “Let’s get to work!”
“JESUS CHRIST, SHANNON!” Ray squeaked up angrily. “THIS IS CRAZY! YOU’RE GONNA KILL ME IF YOU’RE NOT CAREFUL!”
“Stop stalling, little man!” the giant woman demanded, “Now, tell me how make this new formula!”
“FINE!” Ray relented. “JUST GIVE ME THE ANTIDOTE AND I’LL WHIP YOU UP A BATCH!”
“Oh, no, little man,” Shannon objected. “You can’t be trusted. I’m not having you calling security and getting me arrested.”
“Shannon, baby, PLEASE!” the tiny man pleaded on his hands and knees, “I’m begging you. I won’t tell anyone. I swear! Just PLEASE, GROW ME BACK AND I’LL MAKE IT FOR YOU!”
“I’m not doing ANYTHING for you until I get my new formula!” Shannon exclaimed impatiently, raising her fist over him. “Now, you either tell me how to make RIGHT NOW, or the only trace of you ANYONE’S going to find is a little, red stain on this table!”
“Alright, alright!” Ray cowered. “I’ll tell you. I promise. Just PLEASE, DON’T CRUSH ME!”
“That’s better,” Shannon replied, lowering her fist. “Now, where do we start?”

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As Chris sat on the pillow at the head of Sue Ann’s bed, he desperately tried to keep his focus on the program playing on the tiny TV across the room; unfortunately, something kept distracting him: Sue Ann’s long, tanned legs sat crossed, right-over-left, within his field of view, and every now and then, her bare foot would run up and down her shin to scratch an itch, gliding effortlessly along her smooth, silky skin.
Chris tried to fight off his oncoming erection, but he was practically squirming in his seat already. Sure, it was no picnic being stuck between Sue Ann’s toes that morning, but after the up-close and personal experiences he’d had with Rachel’s and even Shannon’s feet, he just HAD to get closer to Sue Ann’s!
“Um, Sue Ann?” he called up meekly. “W-Would it be OK if I headed down to the other end of the bed?”
“Sure,” she replied. “Why?”
“Uh, it’s a little hard to hear from here,” Chris lied. “I figured I’d just move closer.”
“Well, OK,” Sue shrugged as Chris quickly hopped up and slid down the pillow to the bed cover. “Would you like any help?”
“No, I’ll be fine,” Chris waved her off, hastening his step.
As Chris walked down the bed, he kept glancing to his left at Sue Ann’s legs. They looked so smooth, so silky, almost as if they were freshly shaven, possibly even that very evening when she was in the shower. Soon, he passed her ankles, and crossed the threshold where he was finally able to glimpse her soft, wrinkly soles. They were like huge, delicate pillows, and Chris SO wanted to ask Sue Ann if he walk upon them, knowing that they would cushion his every step.
Once he’d found a good spot near the end of the bed to see both he TV and Sue’s bare feet, Chris sat down and made himself comfortable. Though he tried to keep his attention on the television, he kept a constant peripheral vigil on the giant feet next to him, catching little glimmers of movement—a gentle scrunching of her sole, or wiggling of her toes—imagining her feet were beckoning him to come over.
The boner in Chris’s lap grow exponentially, and he started breathing heavily! He tried gripping and rubbing it, hoping he could make it go away, but, obviously, that only made things worse.
Chris couldn’t stand it any longer. He checked to see if Sue Ann had caught him staring, but she seemed too engrossed in her book to even notice; when he was sure the coast was clear, he quietly scrambled to his feet and casually strolled over to the giant appendages. They appeared even softer and smoother up close, and with each breath he took, he could smell the intoxicatingly warm, vanilla scent emanating from her soles.
Chris knew he shouldn’t, but it was just too compelling: hesitantly, he reached out his right arm, slowly creeping forward until his hand just lightly touched her skin...
“God! Her skin feels so soft!” Chris thought, his knees going weak as he lightly stroked the tender heel of her left foot. Despite the wrinkles, Sue Ann’s feet were also extremely smoothed and well-cared for: there wasn’t a callous or rough patch of skin to be found anywhere. Apparently, Sue Ann moisturized her feet very well.
Unable to help himself, Chris pushed his face closer to her sole, breathing in the essence of her natural pheromones mixed with scented lotion. Then, in a moment of weakness, he planted a tiny kiss on her foot…
Sue Ann’s foot suddenly jerked away; Chris immediately fell forward flat on his face into the void left by the giant foot’s withdrawal.
“Chris?!” Sue Ann gasped. “Geez, you startled me! Wha…What’re you doing?!”
“Uh…N-Nothing, nothing!” Chris stammered nervously, pushing himself back up.
“W...Was that YOU that just touched my foot?”
“Well, uh, yeah,” Chris relented. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“Well, you DID!” Sue exclaimed, trying to calm herself back down. “Geez, you’re lucky I didn’t knock you off the bed! “What....what did you think you were doing?”
“I was, uh....well actually, I was....just…trying to give you a foot massage.”
“Wh-What?!” Sue recoiled in utter confusion, “Why?”
“Well, I-I was just thinking, you know, maybe I could do something nice for you. You know, for rescuing me...a-and being so nice and taking care of me.”
“Oh,” Sue Ann uttered, slightly discomforted, “OK. Well, thank you, but…y-you really don’t have to.”
“But I WANT to,” Chris insisted. “I just wanna show you how much I appreciate all that you’ve done for me.”
“Chris, that’s OK. I’m fine. Really, it’s not necessary.”
“Please?” Chris pleaded. “I-It would really mean a lot.”
“It....it would mean a lot for you to give me a FOOT MASSAGE?” Sue Ann inquired dubiously.
“Well, yeah. Kinda. Look, I just feel like I owe you something for saving me and taking care of me, especially while I’m like THIS.”
“Sweetie, you don’t have to do that for me,” Sue Ann said, “and you can’t help what Shannon did to you. I’m just glad I found you when I did. I mean, taking care of you is literally the LEAST I could do.”
“And I couldn’t be happier,” Chris chimed in, clasping his hands, “but I really wanna do this for you. Please?”
“Well....OK,” Sue Ann relented, shrugging, “if it really means that much to you.”
“Oh, thank you,” Chris squeaked. “I promise, you won’t regret it.”
“I just don’t see how you think you can DO it at your size.”
“Oh, you’d be surprised,” Chris replied, rolling his eyes reticently.
“Well...here you go,” Sue Ann said, extending her leg forward again, presenting her right foot to Chris. “Have at it.”
The tiny boy slowly walked up to her heel and began rubbing as hard as he could.
“He he, that tickles,” Sue giggled, wiggling her foot reactively.
“Sorry,” Chris apologized, “I’ll try to be firmer.”
Chris dug his hands into her heel, pressing firmly as he slid his hands across her skin.
“Hm, that feels kinda weird,” Sue commented.
“Does it feel good?” Chris asked, searching for a compliment.
“Eh, no, not really,” she shrugged. “Just weird.”
“Um, maybe I can try a softer part of your foot,” he offered.
“Chris, I really don’t think that’s gonna make a difference.”
“Please?” he begged. “At least, let me TRY.”
“Fine,” she sighed impatiently as she tilted her foot to the side.
Chris walked up to her foot again and plowed his hands in her soft flesh as hard as he could, praying she’d like it this time.
“Ooh,” Sue uttered with surprise. “You know, that DOES feel kinda good.”
Chris heaved a huge sigh of relief, thankful his efforts had finally paid off.
“Of course, at YOUR size, it’d probably take you over an hour just to do one foot,” Sue chuckled.
“Yeah, that’d be terrible,” Chris replied sarcastically. “I mean, who’d wanna have their feet massaged for an hour or two?”
“Point taken,” Sue chortled. “Even so, you can’t possibly keep it up for THAT long; besides, I’m getting tired, and we’ll both need to go to sleep before too long.”
Sue Ann did have a point: even though he wanted to, Chris couldn’t possibly keep up his current pace forever. Nonetheless, he gleefully massaged her sole for several minutes, doing his very best to please the lovely giantess before him.
As expected, though, it didn’t take long for Chris’s arms to feel weary. Putting so much effort into each stroke was really tuckering him out, but he wanted Sue Ann to be in a good mood, and squeezed every last drop of energy he could out of himself until he couldn’t rub anymore.
“H-How was that?” Chris stammered breathlessly, making his way back up the bed.
“I’ll say this, sweetie: you sure surprised me,” Sue Ann commented. “You know, you’re pretty handy for a little guy.”
“Thanks....I think.”
“You look exhausted, Chris,” Sue Ann sighed. “How about we try to get some sleep?”
“Actually,” Chris interjected quickly, “I was wondering if...I could talk to you for a minute.”
“Sure,” she replied. “What about?”
“Well, it’s…kinda hard to say,” Chris sighed nervously, rubbing his arm. “I’m a little nervous.”
“Oh, well, don’t be nervous, Chris,” Sue Ann reassured him. “Whatever it is, you can tell me. There’s no need to be shy.”
“Well, it’s just that…you know, this past week, while Shannon was keeping me prisoner…well, the whole time…I-I really wished I’d been with you…”
“Oh, I know sweetie,” Sue Ann sighed, gently stroking his tiny body with her finger, “and once again, I’m really sorry. If I’d just called off my business trip and watched you like I was supposed to, NONE of this would’ve happened.”
“Yeah, but....that’s not really what I meant.”
“Oh? Well, what DID you mean?”
“What I meant was...that, well...I-I wish I could’ve spent all my time....you know, being small…with you.”
“Well, to be fair, you wouldn’t BE this small if I hadn’t had to leave town at the last minute,” Sue chortled, “but given your present situation, I’m sure you’d have preferred to have been with ANYONE who didn’t mistreat or torture you,” Sue chortled.
“Yeah,” Chris nodded, “but you’re not just ‘anyone’ Sue Ann. You’re special.”
“Aw,” Sue Ann smiled softly, “thank you, sweetie.”
“A-And all the times that Shannon was teasing me and torturing me,” Chris continued,
“thinking about YOU is what got me through it; and even in my dreams, I dreamed about you, because if I had to be small, there’s no one I’d rather be around than you.”
“R-Really? Why?”
“Well, I’ve been thinking a lot about you, Sue Ann: about how much fun we’ve had together, how nice you are to me, and....about what you said to me last summer.”
“Wh-What did I say to you last summer?” Sue Ann inquired, unsure what Chris was referring to.
“You know, about wishing that I was older...or that you were younger so that...you know, we could...maybe...be together...”
“Oh, I see,” Sue Ann sighed, putting her book down, finally understanding what the tiny boy was trying to tell. “Chris, look, I think you’re a sweet kid...uh, guy, and I like you, I really do, but you’re 13 and I’m...well, I’m not.”
“I’m almost 14,” Chris chimed in.
“Chris,” Sue smiled, shaking her head, “I think I finally understand what you’ve been trying to say…how you feel about me. Trust me, I get it, I really do. I know what I said, and I swear I wasn’t trying to lead you on or give you the wrong idea, but I think it would be better for you if you were with someone your own age. Besides, you and Rachel seemed pretty chummy this afternoon.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Chris admitted, rubbing his arm.
“I think she’s really missed you this week, and something tells me that YOU’VE really missed HER, too, haven’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess I do,” Chris nodded.
“So…what do you think?” Sue Ann posed. “You think you and Rachel are gonna start dating?”
“I don’t know,” Chris replied, averting his eyes. “I mean, we haven’t made anything official yet, but I just wanted to, you know, tell YOU....how I felt about you.”
“And I’m flattered, Chris—I REALLY am—but Rachel’s a sweet girl, and I think you should really give things between the two of you a chance. We BOTH know you really like her, and SHE really likes you, too. Trust me, you’re a lucky, little guy....current situation aside, of course, and if things work out, you’re gonna love having her as your girlfriend. Believe me.”
Chris nodded somberly, biting his lip shamefully.
“Oh, I hope I’m not breaking your little heart,” Sue Ann sighed. “Look, honestly, maybe in a weird way, I DO wish the situation was different. I mean, it would be interesting to be back in high school again, or to see you all grown up....older, I mean....but that’s just not how it is. Maybe in another time or place...oh, I hope you’re not too upset.”
“A little,” Chris admitted, feeling his heart sink, “but I’ll get over it.”
“I really am sorry, Chris,” Sue said sympathetically, shaking her head, “but you and me...it’s just not possible.”
“I understand,” Chris sighed dejectedly. “Do you think we could just keep this between us?”
“Of course,” Sue whispered, “and….I’m really glad you told me. Now, how about we both get some sleep?”
Sue Ann carefully picked up the tiny boy and carried him over to her dresser, setting him down lightly in his makeshift bed.
“I’ll see you in the morning,” Sue Ann said.
“Goodnight, Sue Ann.”
“Goodnight, Chris,” she replied, switching off the light.
A short while later, things were quiet. Chris, however, was still awake, pondering everything that had just happened. In actuality, he was more brokenhearted over Sue Ann than he’d let on, but deep down, even HE knew that the two of them could never be together. Chris kept telling himself over and over again that his feelings were nothing more than a boyhood crush, trying to sound more mature, hoping it would make the pain go away.
Then, Chris thought about what else Sue Ann had told him: about how he and Rachel were becoming a couple, and how he was lucky to have someone who liked him just as much as he liked her. And Rachel wasn’t just some consolation prize, she was his best friend. They could skip all the awkward stuff and just skip to having fun.
Chris felt silly to be so upset; the thought of Rachel actually being his girlfriend made him smile.
Boy, this has been one crazy week! Chris thought.
Although he was more than ready to get back to normal, for a moment, despite all the punishment he’d suffered, he couldn’t help but feel kind of glad this whole shrinking experience had happened: strangely enough, it had given him the opportunity and the confidence to tell Sue Ann how he felt about her, and even though she technically rejected him, he didn’t regret revealing his feelings one bit. His best friend was now becoming his girlfriend, and thanks to Shannon—who had shrunk him and played with him with her feet—Nick had actually enjoyed his and Rachel’s little foot session that afternoon. If he didn’t grow back too much during the night, Nick wondered if they could do it again tomorrow, and started contemplating other ways for he and Rachel to have some fun nice while he was still small.
Thanks to being shrunk, Chris had been able to experience intimate moments with both Sue Ann AND Rachel, and the possibility of being able to experience even more with them before he grew back to normal was making him hard.
Chris quickly rubbed one out, then settled comfortably into a warm, relaxing sleep. Considering how miserable his day had begun—stuck in that drainpipe, tossed into the trash, nearly being squished by both his favorite babysitter AND his best friend—the day had actually turned out well in the end.
After all the punishment he’d endured, all the unwilling adventures he’d been on, and coming within inches of death, he’d finally reached a safe haven.
He was safe at last.

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Shannon stared intently at the beaker of liquid in front of her, waiting for the bubbles from her latest addition to die down. Then, she grabbed a small Pasteur pipette and filled it up with some yellow liquid from an open bottle sitting next to her.
“You’re SURE this is the last ingredient, Ray?” Shannon inquired impatiently, holding the pipette over the mouth of the beaker.
“I SWEAR!” the tiny Ray squeaked, “ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ADD THAT LAST LITTLE BIT AND MIX.”
Shannon squeezed the pipette bulb and dispensed the liquid into the beaker, setting it down on the bench top as she screwed the cap onto the ingredient bottle. Then, she gently grasped the beaker, lifted it above the bench-top, and carefully swirled it in her hand.
“You’d better hope this is right, little man!” Shannon warned him sternly, motioning to her backside with her thumb. “OTHERWISE, it’s BACK in my ass you go!”
The tiny man gulped fearfully and crossed his fingers, hoping he hadn’t forgotten anything as he watched the intimidating giantess swirl and mix up the beaker’s contents…
Slowly but surely, and much to Ray’s relief, the reaction started to happen: the liquid in the began taking on a translucent, purple hue.
Shannon’s eyes lit up as she watched the mixture in the beaker change color, carefully setting it down on the bench-top in front of her.
“So…that’s it?” Shannon inquired anxiously, ogling the beaker. “Is it ready?”
“I-I think so,” Ray stammered. “I mean, it LOOKS correct.”
“And you’re SURE this stuff’ll work?”
“Well, i-it’s never been tested,” Ray squeaked nervously, “but all my other formulas have worked perfectly, and all my simulations have indicated that THIS mixture should work, too…th-theoretically.”
“Good,” Shannon smiled as she retrieved a new pipette, filling it with a small amount of the new formula.
“You first,” she commanded, moving the pipette towards him.
“M-ME?!” Ray squeaked with surprise. “Why ME?!”
“I HAVE to make sure it’s safe, Ray,” Shannon answered, “AND, I wanna make sure it actually WORKS, so who better to try it on than someone who eagerly wants to get bigger.”
“But…But I can’t take that with my other formula still in my system,” Ray objected. “Who KNOWS what could happen?!”
“Exactly my point,” Shannon directed. “Now, open wide…unless you think there’s something WRONG with the new formula, Ray.”
“N-No, there’s nothing WRONG with it,” the tiny man squeaked nervously, “at least, there SHOULDN’T be…not if you mixed it correctly, but there’s no way of knowing how it will react with the shrinking formula already in my system! How about you give me the antidote first and let me grow back, and THEN I’ll take it?”
“You’re not getting ANYTHING until I know this new formula works, Ray,” Shannon replied irately, “and I SURE AS HELL ain’t stupid enough to let you grow into a GIANT and overpower me; now, you can either open up RIGHT NOW, or you can think about for a while while you’re struggling beneath my ass!”
Ray gulped nervously and, not wanting to Shannon to sit on him again, reluctantly stepped forward towards the dropper. He honestly wasn’t sure how the new formula was going to react with what was already in his system, but given his knowledge of all the ingredients it contained, all this new mixture should theoretically do was counteract what he’d already taken; at the very least, if he took enough of it, he might just grow back to normal. With newfound gusto, he anxiously opened his mouth and quickly imbibed the drop that Shannon had squeezed out of the pipette tip, choking it down as he hurriedly tried to take in more.
“Uh, Uh, Uhn,” Shannon scolded him, quickly pulling the dropper out of his reach. “Not TOO much. We certainly can’t have you growing TOO big just yet, now, can we?”
Crap! Ray thought as he almost fell over from the pipette’s withdrawal. Shannon was still one step ahead of him.
The two stood by in silence, each holding their breath, anxiously waiting for something to happen…
Then, Ray could feel it: his tiny body began stretching…expanding…
That single drop hadn’t been much, but it was enough to grow his tiny figure up to a little over a respectable 3 inches tall.
“It WORKED!” Ray squeaked excitedly. “It REALLY WORKS!”
“YES, it DOES!” Shannon exclaimed, her gaze fixated on the beaker as she carefully lifted it up with both hands.
“Alright, you’ve got your formula,” Ray cried impatiently. “Now, grow me back to normal so we can BOTH get the hell out of here!”
“All in good time, little man,” Shannon said, filling up the pipette again with a satisfied sigh. “You have NO idea how long I’ve waited for this moment!
“Wha—?” Ray squeaked with confusion. “You didn’t even KNOW about this new formula until this afternoon!”
“Oh, no, Ray, that’s NOT what I meant!” Shannon clarified, glaring at the pipette in her hand with an evil grin. “You have NO idea what it’s like to grow up being SHORTER than every other girl my age—the constant teasing, the ridicule, especially being slightly overweight. Even after I blossomed into a young woman, learned how to be tough and stand up for myself, and learned how to use my body to get what I wanted, I still let guys walk all over me, and do you know WHY?! Because I was a chubby…shorter than them…WEAKER than them. I thought I had to…bend over backwards to get them to notice me—to WANT ME…to LOVE me…
“Well, NOT anymore!” Shannon affirmed, her eyes lighting up with fire. “Now, I’M going to be the tall girl—a giantess….a GODDESS! I’m gonna see what this new formula can REALLY do!”
Shannon tilted her head back, stuck out her tongue, and squirted the pipette’s entire contents into her mouth, quickly swallowing every drop. Then, she sat back and eagerly awaited the results…
She didn’t have to wait long: in no time at all, Shannon felt her body stretching. Her black top began tearing at the seams, her tank top became tight, and her stretchy pants quickly became snug and tight fitting, tearing down the sides. Her shoes stretched and popped off her growing feet, and her socks practically disintegrated…
The 3-inch Ray instinctively retreated to the rear of the bench-top, falling onto his backside, cowering in fear as he beheld the giant woman in front of him grow even bigger and more menacing.
By the time her growth spurt had finished, Shannon’s 5-foot frame had expanded to a healthy 7 feet tall!
“YES!” she exclaimed loudly, not caring if the whole world heard her at this point. It WORKED! It actually WORKED!”
The tiny Ray was still cowering in fear as the giant woman before him reveled in victory, unsure of her current intentions.
“Y-Yes,” he squeaked nervously. “Yes, it DID work; just like I told you it would!”
“Oh, Ray,” Shannon exclaimed, “you have NO idea how happy you’ve made me!”
“Good,” Ray replied, sighing nervously, “OK, now, I’ve given you exactly what I promised. Now, grow me back to normal and let’s get the hell OUT OF HERE!”
“Oh, no!” Shannon objected in her larger, more menacing voice, reaching for a plastic, sealable flask. “Not YET, little man. This is a dream come true for me, and I’m just getting started. I certainly can’t have you ruining things for me.”
“HEY, NOmfp—“ the tiny man squeaked with surprise as Shannon’s huge hand reached down and snatched him up in her fist.
“Besides, it’ll be WAY easier for me to sneak you out of here if you’re still small,” Shannon continued, bringing him up to her face, with only his tiny head and shoulders sticking out of her fist. “In any case, I’ve still got to cover all this up before we leave, and it’ll be much easier to do that if you’re not in my way.”
“Shannon,” the tiny man strained as the giant woman’s fist squeezed his ribs. “Uhn, Shannon please…”
“Oh, don’t worry, Ray,” Shannon explained in a much sweeter tone, “I’ll keep you safe in the meantime, and seeing as you DID give me my new formula, I suppose you deserve a….‘little’ reward.”
“SHAN—NUUnmmmmmmmn!” the tiny man protested as Shannon pulled back the torn remnants of her shirt and deposited him between her now, much larger breasts. Ray desperately struggled to free himself from her cleavage, but the giant woman quickly adjusted her breasts, smooshing and smothering the poor, 3-inch man in between them, until he was completely enveloped by two walls of flesh.
“Now, you just sit tight while I get this all cleaned up.” Shannon commanded.
The tiny man was screaming muffled curses as Shannon quickly poured the growth formula into the new flask, screwing the lid on tightly.
“Oh, quit your bellyaching, Ray,” she scoffed, “You should consider yourself LUCKY to riding ANYWHERE that’s not the back of my panties, and besides, I figured you’d ENJOY being between my breasts, considering they ARE, like quadruple D’s, now!”
Shannon giggled proudly as she gently pressed her breasts together, greatly pleased hearing the tiny man’s muffled screams.
While the 3-inch Ray kept squirming and writhing between Shannon’s breasts, struggling desperately to free himself, the 7 foot giantess went about cleaning up the lab: quickly washing the glassware and storing the leftover ingredients where she found them in the hopes that no one would realize she was ever there.
A shot while later, with everything back in it’s proper place, Shannon gathered up the torn remnants of her clothes, shoving them into her backpack, along with her newfound formula safely tucked away between them. Then, Shannon doused the lights and headed for the door.
Of course, getting OUT of the building would prove to be an even greater challenge than getting in. In her haste to test out her newfound, favorite formula, Shannon neglected to consider how much more difficult it would be to sneak her new, 7-foot figure out of the building without being seen. Unfortunately, with no better options, she had no choice but to go out the way she came in. Shannon cracked open the door to the lab just enough to get a good peek down the hallway, making sure the coast was clear before slinking out of the lab and tiptoeing her way back to the stairs.
Even with her trying to stay as quiet as possible, Shannon’s huge feet stomped the linoleum floor as she made her way down the hall; the giant woman cringed, freezing in place, hoping no one heard her. She honestly hadn’t figured that the mere addition of a couple of feet to her height would add so much more power to each of her steps, immediately adjusting her speed and stride to keep the noise level to a minimum as she continued down the hallway.
Shannon heaved a huge sigh of relief as she successfully reached the stairwell and ducked inside the door.
Just a quick jaunt down three measly flights of stairs and I’m gone! she thought as she descended the first staircase.
Then. just as Shannon reached the second floor landing, she heard a loud click, followed by an audible squeak…
Someone had just opened the stairwell door on the first floor.
Crap! Shannon exclaimed in her mind, holding her breath as she stepped back slightly.
As soon as she heard the first footstep hit the stairs below, Shannon realized she was cut off. Thinking quickly, the giant woman stepped over and quietly opened the door to the second floor.
“Jim, is that you?!” she heard a male voice call out from below.
Obviously, Shannon didn’t respond. She silently, but quickly, closed the door and immediately took off down the corridor to find herself an alternate exit. Unfortunately, the giant woman quickly came to a small intersection, unsure which way to go.
“Alright, Ray,” she called down to the tiny man still sandwiched between her breasts as she quickly opened her blouse, “I need another way out of here, and FAST!”
“Uhn, Shannon, get me out of here!” Ray squeaked. Shannon hadn’t realized that all of her moving and shifting around with her now, larger body had been continuously squeezing her breasts together, shifting her whole bosom form side to side, putting the poor, tiny man through a constant stream of torture.
“There’s no time, Ray!” Shannon exclaimed hurriedly. “Now, come on. Tell me how to get out of here!”
“OOF!” the tiny man strained, struggling to keep himself from falling down any further between Shannon’s tits. “I don’t know! I can’t even SEE where we ARE from in here!”
“We’re on the second floor!” Shannon replied frantically. “I just—“
“HEY! STOP RIGHT THERE!” a male voice shouted from behind her.
Shannon whipped around and immediately spotted one of the security guards running down the hall towards her. With no time to lose, she quickly took a tighter grip on her backpack, picked the corridor to her right, and took off down the hallway.
“I said, ‘STOP’!” the guard repeated, continuing after her as he pulled his radio from his holster. “Jim, I found the intruder! She’s on the second floor, East wing! She’s headed towards the east-side elevators. See if you can cut her off! I’m in pursuit!”
Luckily, the guard was talking so loudly that Shannon had heard his entire conversation, and had now doubled her pace down the hallway, her bare feet smacking the floor with powerful booms as she hurried off towards the elevators.
They weren’t her destination, however; Shannon had another escape route in mind. As she neared the end of the corridor, she spotted a sign indicating not only the elevators, but another set of stairs as well.
Her instincts had paid off. Shannon rounded the corner at the next junction, quickly spotting the door to the stairwell…
At that very moment, the stairwell door opened, and second guard appeared.
“HOLD…iiiit!” The guard could barely finish his command, his eyes widening at the sight of a giant, 7-foot woman standing in front of him.
Shannon skidded to a stop, trying to turn around, when the first guard finally reached the junction behind her.
“STOP!” he shouted, trying to catch his breath. “DON’T MOVE!”
Shannon turned back towards the second guard directly in her path, who instinctively reached for the stun gun on the holster of his belt…
He wasn’t fast enough. Shannon quickly lunged forward, grabbing him by the collar of his uniform; then, mustering all of her increased strength, she twisted her body around and hurled the guard behind her. The man yelped as flew through the air, slamming into his partner and knocking them both to the ground with an audible thud.
Shannon, surprised by her newfound strength, didn’t take time to celebrate, though, and quickly ducked into the stairwell, pounding down the single flight of stairs to the first floor, hurriedly scanning for an exit as she scurried down the hallway.
All the while, as Shannon ran down corridors and stomped down stairs, her breasts had been bouncing up and down and shifting practically nonstop; the helpless, shrunken Ray, who kept getting smashed between them, was struggling not only to keep his head above her tits to be able to breathe, but also to keep from falling out the bottom of his giant captor’s cleavage, not wanting to fall to the floor below and risk getting squashed by one of her massive feet as they menacingly pounded the floor with each loud stomp.
As Shannon quickly rounded the next corner, she spotted the front entrance dead ahead; There was no stopping her now!
At that exact moment, the security guard manning the front desk, having heard all the commotion on the radio, suddenly showed his face around the corner, shocked to see a giant woman barreling towards him.
Shannon never even slowed down: she slammed into the guard, knocking him out of the way with her left arm, and throwing him clear across the lobby as she burst through the front door and out into the parking lot.
The guard struggled to recover, still reeling from the impact as he heard one of his partner’s voices call out on his radio:
“Parker, she’s headed your way. Do you have her?”
“Negative,” the guard responded, wincing. “She…caught me by surprise. She took of into the parking lot. I’m in pursuit!
“Front gate, do you copy?” he continued, trying to get to his feet.
There was no response.
“Perry, do you copy? The intruder’s trying to make her escape. SEAL THE FRONT GATE, NOW!”
Meanwhile, Shannon was quickly approaching her car, rifling through the backpack for her keys, retrieving them right as she reached the driver’s side door. She quickly unlocked and opened the door, tossed her bag into the passenger’s seat, and sat down…
“What the…FUCK!?!” Shannon exclaimed, her ass and midsection being uncomfortably squeezed between the steering wheel and the car seat. Once again, she hadn’t taken into account her increased size; the driver’s seat was still set for someone of a significantly shorter stature. She quickly reached down and fumbled with the seat adjuster, moving the front seat all the way back, then swung her legs inside, closing the door. It was still a tight and uncomfortable fit, but it would have to do.
Shannon quickly put her key into the ignition and started the engine.
“YOU IN THE VEHICLE—STOP!” A commanding voice shouted.
Shannon looked out the right, rear, backseat window, immediately spotting one of the guards barreling towards the car. She frantically put the car in gear and peeled out, sideswiping the guard and knocking him off his feet and onto the pavement. With a quick turn of the steering wheel and pull of the emergency brake, Shannon whipped her car around and put it in drive, her tires squealing for traction as the car screamed towards the front exit.
“Perry, she’s headed your way!” the guard called out on his radio, once again finding himself on the cold, hard ground. “Is the gate secure?!”
Once again, he received no answer.
“Damn it, Man! WAKE UP!” he shouted in the speaker. “The intruder is making her getaway; she’s headed towards the front gate! SECURE THE DAMN GATE, NOW!”
Hearing no confirmation over his radio, the guard scrambled to his feet and took off—not towards the front gate, but back to the main building to grab one of the security vehicles.
Meanwhile, with no one manning the currently shut, front gate, Shannon quickly pulled up to the magnetic card-reader and swiped Ray’s security badge. Slowly, but surely, the gate slid open, and once it was wide enough to fit her rental car, Shannon hit the gas and made her escape down the drive.
Unfortunately, with having to dispose of the guard front gate, sneak onto the premises, make her way inside the building, slip upstairs to Ray’s laboratory, mix up a batch of the new formula, and then make her escape, Shannon had completely lost track of time. So much so that just as she was making her escape down the drive, the next shift of guards were making their way UP the drive. As she rounded one of the turns near the exit, she nearly collided with two oncoming security vehicles.
“SHIT!” Shannon exclaimed as she frantically turned the wheel, swerving out of the way just in time to avoid a head-on collision.
Her worst fears were realized when the lead car immediately made a quick U-turn and gave chase; as soon as Shannon saw the flashing lights in her rearview mirror, she knew her goose was cooked.
“Shit, shit, SHIT…!” she exclaimed repeatedly, putting her foot on the gas and flying through the drive exit without stopping or even slowing down. She turned into oncoming traffic, car horns blaring as she struggled to straighten out her car and continue making her getaway.
Four security vehicles soon peeled out of the drive not long after—the one Shannon nearly hit, plus the one behind it, and two others containing the guard’s who had been on-site—all in pursuit of the intruder’s vehicle, desperately trying to catch up.
“Umpf, SHANNON!” Ray called out from Shannon’s cleavage, struggling to push his head and upper torso out from between her breasts. “SHANNON, WHAT’S GOING ON?!”
“RAY, NOT NOW!” she yelled, quickly making another turn, an act that smashed her giant breasts together. With a surprised yelp, the shrunken man cries were cut off as he disappeared between Shannon’s tits yet again, leaving him unable to do anything but shout muffled screams for help as he was smothered between two mountains of flesh.
Alas, Shannon’s attempts to escape were all for naught: not only had the guards made a call into the local police with a description and license plate of Shannons getaway vehicle, a second wave of security forces were already converging on her position. As soon as she rounded the latest corner, three more sets of flashing lights were heading towards her from up ahead.
Shannon slammed on the brakes and whipped the car around, hoping to make a quick U-turn, but it was too late: she was completely surrounded. Within moments, he car was forced to a stop in the middle of the roadway, and quickly boxed in on all sides by six or seven black, security vehicles.
The guard’s inside hastily disembarked and drew their weapons, pointing them directly towards her.
“YOU IN THE VEHICLE: STEP OUT SLOWLY WITH YOUR HANDS UP!” one of them shouted.
“SHIT!” Shannon exclaimed, realizing there was nowhere to run to, and no feasible way to escape.
“Uhn, Shannon,” Ray called up again. “What’s going to ON out there?!”
“We’re surrounded!” she replied, panicking. “There’s no way out!”
“SURROUNDED?!” the tiny man shrieked, thinking quickly. “Alright, look. Don’t panic! It’ll be OK. Just give me the antidote and let me grow back so I can talk to to them. You can turn yourself in and I’ll sort everything out. I promise.”
“NO WAY, RAY!” Shannon protested. “I am NOT going to jail over this!”
“SHANNON, COME ON!” Ray whined. “I CAN’T HELP YOU IF I’M STILL SHRUNK! NOW, QUIT FOOLING AROUND AND GIVE ME THE ANTIDOTE! QUICK, BEFORE SOMEONE FINDS ME! I-I DON’T WANNA BE SEEN LIKE THIS!”
“SHUT UP AND LET ME THINK!” She shouted as the security men repeated their demands for her to exit the vehicle, while another group began advancing on her car.
“I’m NOT going down like this,” Shannon insisted, “not without a fight!”
“SHANNON, BE SERIOUS!” Ray squeaked. “THESE GUYS MEAN BUSINESS! I’M YOUR ONLY WAY OUT!”
“Oh no, you’re NOT!” Shannon insisted, reaching over for her bag.
“NOmpfffmn—“ Ray’s squeaks were cut off yet again as Shannon’s breasts slammed together.
Shannon fumbled through her bag, quickly retrieving her new formula.
“No more running,” Shannon affirmed, unscrewing the cap on the flask. “It’s time to see what this stuff can REALLY do!”
Shannon brought the flask to her lips and chugged down a huge swig before replacing the cap. Then, she slowly opened her driver’s-side door and stepped out of the car…

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“Wow! You were right, Sue Ann,” Rachel exclaimed, “this DOES feel really good!”
“I know, right?” Sue Ann replied. “Who’da thought someone so small could be so useful?”
The two girls were sitting on Sue Ann’s bed, chatting away, while Chris had been busily massaging Rachel’s feet for the past several minutes. After Sue Ann told her curiosity about Chris giving her a foot massage, Rachel was dying to try it out.
“He IS good at it, isn’t he?” Rachel chuckled. “You doing OK down there Chris?”
“Oh, I’m good,” Chris replied. “Happy to be of service.”
“It probably feels even better, now that he’s bigger,” Sue Ann added. “He’s about 3 inches tall, now; I measured him myself.”
Rachel locked her hands behind her head and leaned back a bit more; a huge sigh escaping her lips.
“It’s too bad that shrinking potion’s only temporary,” Rachel chortled, eyeing Chris with a shit-eating grin, “a girl could get used to this.”
“Yeah, well, it’s my turn now,” Sue Ann said, anxiously wiggling her toes. “Come on, Chris.”
Chris gleefully strolled over to Sue’s feet and began slowly massaging her right sole.
“Ooh,” Sue Ann moaned contently, “this feels even BETTER than yesterday! Yup, it’s like I was telling you, Rach: EVERY girl needs a little pampering from her man now and then.”
“I’ll certainly keep that in mind,” Rachel chuckled.
“And just think how good it’ll feel when Chris in normal sized again,” Sue added, nudging her with her elbow.
“Yeah, I know,” Rachel squealed anxiously. “I can’t wait!”
“Of course, he may not be as willing to do this for you when he’s normal again,” Sue pondered aloud. “Right now, he doesn’t really have much of a choice.”
“Oh, I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to do it whenever I ask,” Rachel grinned at the tiny teenager. “Then again, if he ever needs some persuading, I’m sure I can come up with something. You think Shannon has anymore of that shrinking potion?”
Chris shot Rachel an annoyed look, but she just continued grinning playfully at him.
Despite having to give them long foot massages, Chris didn’t complain. He was honestly enjoying himself, and lovingly planted tiny kisses on both their bare feet as he worked.
“So, Chris,” Rachel finally asked him when he’d finished their massages, “tell us: whose feet do you like better: mine or Sue Ann’s?”
“Gee,” Chris replied jokingly, “that’s a hard one. I really like them both.”
“Uh-uhn,” Rachel chided him playfully, “you gotta choose.”
“Well, like I said, it’s a tough choice,” Chris reciprocated, “but I think I’ll have to go with....Rachel’s.”
“Yeah, you’d better choose me,” Rachel chortled smugly. “Come here.”
Rachel reached down and carefully picked up the small teenager. She brought him up close to her face, lovingly planting small kisses upon his 3-inch body.
“Rachel!” Chris giggled, slightly embarrassed.
“What?!” Rachel said, feigning ignorance, as she kissed him tummy again, “I can’t help it. You’re a sweetheart....besides, you’re just so darn cute at this size.”
Rachel started tickling Chris’s tummy playfully, giggling as she watched him squirm in her hand.
“You know, I could really get used to having a 3-inch tall boyfriend,” Rachel giggled.
“Well, don’t get used to it,” Chris chimed in, regaining his composure after being tickled, “I’m ready to be normal sized again.”
“Well,” Rachel chortled, “if I were you, I wouldn’t be TOO eager to grow back just yet.”
“Oh yeah?” Chris asked dubiously. “Why not?”
“Well,” Rachel explained, “once you’re normal sized again, you won’t be able to take advantage of any of the.... ‘special perks’ of being this small anymore.”
“You mean like giving you two foot rubs?” Chris replied bluntly, raising an eyebrow. “I can do that when I’m bigger, you know.”
“Oh, that’s not what I meant,” Rachel replied.
“Wha—?” Chris uttered hesitantly. “Wh-What…exactly did you mean then?”
“Well, since you did such a good job on our feet,” Rachel explained sweetly, “I think you deserve a….’little’ reward. What do ya think, Sue Ann?”
“Hm,” Sue Ann grinned, “I think you’re right, Rach: he DOES deserve a….’little’ something.”
“Wh-What are you two talking about?” Chris asked anxiously, his gaze darting back and forth between the two giantesses. “What’re you gonna do?”
“Shall we give him his…. ‘Little’ reward, Sue Ann?” Rachel chuckled.
“Yes,” Sue giggled, “let’s.”
“OK, Chris,” Rachel said, giggling, putting him down on the bed between them. “Here’s your reward.”
“Wh-What’re you two giggling about?” Chris inquired nervously. “What’s so funny?!”
Both girls took a quick glance each other, nodded, and then, in unison, immediately pulled their shirts off over their heads.
Chris’s jaw dropped; his tiny member shot fully erect. The two giant girls were now sitting before him in nothing but their shorts and bras. But things didn’t stop there: they both reached around behind their back‘s and unhooked their bras, letting them fall into their laps, exposing their bare breasts to him.
Chris was completely flabbergasted; he could only stare slack-jawed and bug-eyed at the awe-inspiring sight before him!
“I think he likes his surprise, Sue Ann,” Rachel giggled softly, reaching down with one finger to gently push his mouth closed.
“Yeah, I think you’re right, Rach,” Sue Ann nodded, chuckling as she reached down and plucked the tiny teenager from the bed again, “but we’re not done yet.”
As if things couldn’t get any better for Chris, over the next several minutes, the two young women each took turns placing the 3-inch teenager between their breasts, squeezing and caressing him gently within their bosoms. Even Rachel with her small, humble breasts managed to envelop Chris completely, hugging him gently and lovingly as she held him softly against her smooth, young skin.
“So,” Rachel asked smugly, setting him down in her lap, “who’s breasts do you like better: mine or Sue Ann’s?”
“Hmm,” Chris pondered aloud, “another toughie. I think....I think this time I’m gonna have to go with...Sue Ann’s.”
Rachel pouted, turning her head away and dismissing him playfully.
“Aw, don’t feel so bad, Rachel,” Sue Ann comforted her, patting her on the shoulder, “I’m already fully developed. One day, I’m sure you’ll blossom even more than you already have.”
“Yeah, come on, Rach,” Chris said apologetically. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I’m sorry.”
“Hmph!” Rachel replied, crossing her arms and pouting. “See if I ever let YOU my bare breasts again after today!”
“Aw, come on, Rachel.” Chris pleaded. “Don’t be like that. I was just teasing ya.”
“Hmph!” Rachel uttered, feigning anger, playfully turning UP her nose and AWAY from him.
“Come on, Rachel,” Chris begged. “Please don’t be mad. I liked BOTH of you. I really DID! I-I can’t choose between the two of you.”
“Hey, that reminds me,” Sue Ann spoke up, “with Chris not quite back to normal yet, he’s gonna have to have someone take care of him for another night.”
“True,” Rachel chimed in, “but who’s he gonna stay with?”
“Wh-What do ya mean?” Chris asked with confusion. “I…I thought I was just gonna stay here with you, Sue Ann.”
“Well, you’re certainly welcome to stay HERE another night,” Sue began explained, motioning towards Rachel, “but…”
“But you can come and spend the night with me, if you want to,” Rachel added.
“Wh…R-Really?!” Chris exclaimed, stuttering. “I-I can stay with YOU, Rach?”
“Of course!” Rachel cooed. “It’ll be fun. I can hide you in my room so my mom won’t find you. We can hang out, watch movies…AND, we can easily sneak you back home before your mom and dad get home tomorrow. Let’s just hope you’re back to normal by then.”
“Well…” Chris pondered intensely, “I-I GUESS that could work…”
“But you’re always welcome to stay here with ME another night, Chris,” Sue Ann shrugged. “I know I said that you and I could never be an item, but that doesn’t mean we still can’t have a little FUN while you’re still small.”
“We…We CAN?!” Chris exclaimed with surprise.
“Mm-hm,” Sue Ann nodded in reply. “We can watch movies, play games…plus, if you’re not quite back to normal by the time your parents get home tomorrow, I’m sure I can convince them to let you stay with me another night.”
“Yeah, that’s a good point,” Chris commented.
“I guess you’re just gonna have to choose who you wanna spend the night with, Chris,” Sue Ann posed, “ME, or RACHEL?”
“Well, uh…” Chris stammered, unsure of who to choose, “I…uh…”
“Of course, if you choose ME,” Sue Ann spoke up, interrupting his train of thought, gently plucking him from Rachel’s lap, “we can do MORE than just play games. If you want, I’ll let you rub my feet some more….AND, if you do a good job, I might just let you play in between my breasts again.”
Chris’s went wide-eyed and slack-jawed as Sue Ann gently shook her breasts back and forth in front of him. He was completely mesmerized by their jiggling, and shocked by the possibility of being able to enjoy himself with Sue Ann again.
“Ahem,” Rachel cleared her throat loudly, gently plucking him up yet again from Sue Ann’s grasp.
“You can do all those things with me TOO, Chris,” she continued, emphasizing her words. “but we don’t have to stop there. Seeing as I’m going to be your GIRLFRIEND, I might just be willing to give you a….*giggle*….’little’ preview of what’ll be in store for you when we officially become a couple.”
Rachel gently laid Chris down in her palm, and began lightly stroking his tummy with her finger.
“I could hold you like a little toy and gently caress your tummy…” she began, her finger then continuing down Chris’s torso and lightly brushed across the tip of his tiny, erect penis, gently kneading his crotch.
“…I can even rub OTHER places, if you’d like,” she giggled playfully, biting her tongue at him as he squirmed around in her hand.
Chris’s little heart was pounding wildly; a look of confusion and ecstasy on his face. He was completely speechless, surprised that Rachel could be so forward.
“So, who’s it gonna be, Chris?” Rachel asked him, her eyes peeled on the small boy. “ME, or Sue Ann?”
“Well, I, uh...” Chris stammered, trying to concentrate as the giant Rachel kept stimulating his penis.
“Choose me, Chris,” Rachel pleaded softly. “I’m the one who’s gonna be your loving and willing girlfriend.”
“Uh…” Chris uttered, unable to speak, “…uh…”
“But I thought you always wanted ME, Chris,” Sue Ann spoke up. “You’ve always secretly loved me.”
“Well, I-I…uh…”
“You have to choose one of us, Chris,” Rachel chimed in, “You can’t be with both of us. You’ve gotta choose who you want.”
“But....but I don’t wanna choose!” Chris objected.
“You have to, Chris,” Sue Ann said. “You have to...”
Chris’s head was swirling; his world began spinning.
“Choose, Chris…” the girls’ voices echoed in his mind. “Choose…”

A loud, blaring emergency signal suddenly echoed throughout the room. Chris was so startled that he actually threw himself up and off his tiny bed. Sue Ann snapped awake as well, frantically reaching over and blindly fumbling about to retrieve her phone from her nightstand:
“Jesus!” Sue Ann exclaimed, sitting up and unlocking her phone. “What the hell—?”
She woman rubbed her eyes and began reading the emergency bulletin on her screen…
Then, she read it again, much slower this time…
“Wh-What?!” Sue Ann muttered with confusion, flipping on the lamp on her nightstand.
After reading the statement for a third time, she immediately started checking the internet to confirm: there were numerous reports from credible sources all saying the same thing, including a few that linked to an eye-witness video…
What Sue Ann saw on her phone made her do a double take!
Meanwhile, Chris had been sitting patiently over on the desk, watching Sue Ann anxiously with curiosity and confusion, and waiting for her to address him.
“Sue Ann, what is it?” he squeaked.
Sue Ann didn’t respond.
“SUE ANN?!” he called out more loudly. “WHAT IS IT?! WHAT’S GOING ON?!”
Sue Ann’s gaze slowly rose from her phone to the tiny boy standing on her dresser across the room, a look of sheer freight on her face.
“S-SUE ANN?!” Chris squeaked nervously. “WHAT’S WRONG? WHAT IS IT?!”
Without speaking, Sue Ann slowly rolled out of her bed and strolled across the room, her eyes continuously going back and forth from the phone she was holding with both hands to the tiny Chris, still saying nothing as she literally stood right in front of him.
“S-Sue Ann?!” Chris squeaked meekly, unsure of the woman’s intentions.
Still saying nothing, Sue Ann slowly turned her screen around and lowered the phone to the dresser, giving the now 2-inch-tall teenager a close-up view of the video still…
Chris gasped; his eyes went wide, his face went pale, and his jaw dropped open…
He couldn’t believe what he was seeing!