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Moody Ditz

By an Old Author

8/27/99

Warning: This contains good, old-fashioned, evil GTS domination, sex, etc.

There's no real characterization, no real plot, no suspense. Spell-checked, but

I take liberties with English grammar as I please. Including sentence fragments.

And maybe split infinitives if I feel randy :)

If these things bother you or if you are under 18 years old, you probably

shouldn't read this. Well, definitely shouldn't if you're under 18.

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Okay. Imagine you're a GTS freak. (Tough for a lot of us, I know.) Imagine that

you enjoy all aspects of the fantasy, but really get into being shrunk to half

an inch tall and swallowed alive.

Now, imagine that your ditzy next-door neighbor turns out to be involved in some

sort of black magic. Whether she sold her soul, or bought a spell, or whatever.

And that, after you rebuffed her flirting (and called her a moody bitch to her

face), you found yourself suddenly standing in between a pair of go-go boots the

size of trucks. And then picked up in a giant fist and lifted to the pissed-off

face of said ditz.

In a nutshell, that's how I found myself shrunk to four inches tall and under

the control of Lisa, the psycho neighbor. And why, at the moment, I find myself

further reduced to (yes) a half inch, and trying to stand up on the back of a

woman's tongue that is rolling me around like a piece of candy. And now I start

to wonder if maybe this GTS thing is overrated...

But I digress. Allow me to give you more detail. My name is Jerry, and I used to

live in an apartment building next door to Lisa. Now I live... well... wherever

she tells me. Or puts me.

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I had moved into my apartment about three months prior to these strange events.

The first person I met was Lisa. I found her easy on the eyes -- blond, blue

eyes, a nice figure. A wide, red mouth, nice legs, nice tits... some one that

normally guys would be chasing. But there was one small problem with her. Well,

maybe a big one.

Lisa was always a strange person. When she wasn't making stupid statements or

outrageous claims (the money she made, the work she did), she was getting pissed

off about things that really weren't that important. Like imagining that her

roommate was saying things behind her back. I saw her go into a rage once about

some imaginary problem she envisioned. It wasn't pretty. I left fast, but still

heard fragile items being broken against the shared wall of our apartment

building.

So maybe it wasn't the smartest thing to say what I said. But hey, I know plenty

of women, and anyway, I don't need to date a psycho like that. It's hard on the

brain. Besides, after the imaginary problem I mentioned above, the next day, she

acted almost as if the whole thing had never happened. When I mentioned the

glass I had heard breaking, she laughed and said, "Oh sometimes I just get into

a tizzy."

A tizzy. I revised my assessment from psycho to psycho ditz.

So when she stopped me outside my apartment and asked why I didn't ever ask her

out, I told her. I called her what I called her, and turned to walk up the

steps. And then suddenly, I was blocked by a huge, black object that came out of

the sky. I really didn't know what was happening, until I looked up, and saw Her

angry face peering down at me from a hundred feet above.

Oh, shit.

Before I could move, She placed Her other boot to my side, blocking me from

running behind Her, and then lowered Her huge Hand in front of me. A second

later, my entire body was enclosed in a Hand twice my size, and I was lifted

into the air like a toy.

Her huge face now loomed in front of me like a face on a movie screen. I

struggled, but only my head stuck out of Her Fist, and my arms and legs were

pinned to my sides. Amazing. My entire body strength was no match for Her Hand.

After a moment, I gave up, as much from the look on Her Face as from sheer

exhaustion.

Each of Her steel-blue Eyes were as big as my head, and She examined me with

anger in each one. When She finally spoke, Her hot breath blew over me in waves,

Her Voice as if from a loudspeaker.

"MOODY? BITCH? YOU LITTLE SHIT, I'LL SHOW YOU MOODY LIKE YOU'VE NEVER SEEN

BEFORE!" She growled. And then She carried me into Her apartment.

Once inside, I was dropped unceremoniously onto the floor. I lay, panting, as

She looked down at me. Then, suddenly, She raised a foot and stomped heavily

down, bare inches from my body. As the floor shook, I tried to jump to my feet,

but She pushed me over with the toe of Her other Boot, and then began to lower

it over me! I scurried, crab-fashion, out of the way as it slowly descended.

With the second I had while She was leaning off-balance, I jumped up and began

running to... I don't know where. Just anywhere. Let me tell you, the fantasy of

being chased by a giantess is nothing compared to actually being threatened by a

ten-story monster who is royally pissed at you. The first thing I did was dive

under a piece of furniture, an couch that rose up like an apartment building.

And not a moment too soon, as a boot heel slammed down where I had leaped from.

The floor shook again, but I was momentarily safe.

Until the Hand came. It moved much faster than something that size had a right

to move. Actually, I was still having trouble adjusting to the fact that the

only abnormal-sized object in the room was me. Her Hand moved at a perfectly

normal speed--I simply could not move as fast as a normal person. Hey, you try

running with two-inch legs.

(As a side note, I'm still not sure why I can't move faster or lift heavier

objects. After all, if the square-cube law of size versus weight is true,

shouldn't a person who is reduced by a factor of ten be able to lift

proportionally ten times as much? Like, shouldn't I be able to bench press over

a thousand 1/10-scale pounds? But I can't. I can barely lift a pencil. It must

be part of the spell She cast.)

So anyway, She grabbed me, and carried me up in the air again. Her Face was a

little less angry, though, and after staring at me for a few seconds, She smiled

a crooked little Smile. ("Little?" To me, it was five feet wide.)

"SO, YOU AREN'T READY TO GO JUST YET?" She said. "THAT'S OK, I REALIZE NOW THAT

I SHOULD MAKE THIS LAST A WHILE. IT'S NOT EVERY DAY THAT I GET TO TAKE OUT A

LITTLE REVENGE ON PEOPLE LIKE YOU. SO MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE SOME FUN OVER THE NEXT

FEW DAYS, BEFORE I FINISH YOU OFF." She then carried me into the kitchen.

"I HAVE TO WORK NOW," She rumbled. "YOU STAY IN HERE, OUT OF TROUBLE." And She

took the carafe out of Her coffee maker, dropped me inside, and put the top on

it. I saw Her huge bulk walk out of the kitchen and out the front door. I was

trapped, held in a glass prison with no way out.

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I awoke some hours later, after finally falling asleep inside the coffee pot.

The key in the door rattled, and I stood up to see what was going on. Lisa

entered the room, and bent down to look at me, placing Her Arms on the counter

and displaying Her massive Cleavage. She placed Her Nose just inches from the

glass and laughed, and then took the handle and gave the pot a shake. I slid off

my feet, and into the other wall of the carafe.

"MY GOODNESS, THERE APPEARS TO BE AN ELF IN MY COFFEE POT!" She exclaimed. "IT'S

A GOOD THING I FOUND HIM! MY ROOMMATE MIGHT NOT HAVE SEEN HIM, AND DRUNK HIM FOR

BREAKFAST!" She seemed to think that this was quite funny. She took a coffee cup

from the cabinet, placed it on the counter, and then up-ended the pot so that I

slid into the mug.

I found myself in a new prison, a white-walled cell about four feet in diameter,

and about 5 feet high, so that I could just look over the top of it. As I peered

out, though, She opened the fridge and took out a gallon jug of milk the size of

a water tower. And opened it, and poured it in the mug on top of me.

I was now swimming in a couple hundred gallons of ice-cold liquid. She picked up

the mug, carried it and me into the living room, and sat down on the couch. I

heard the TV set click on. And then, suddenly, my swimming pool was turned on

its side, and about 30 gallons of milk rushed into the giant Mouth that opened

up at the top of the mug.

It was starting to dawn on me how small I was. That I was not a normal person in

a huge world, but really now just a pocket-sized toy for a normal-sized woman. A

woman who could do things that until this morning were simple for me, like

lifting a coffee mug, or drinking a few ounces of milk. To me, now, these things

were incredible accomplishments. I could no sooner lift this mug of milk that I

swam in than I could have previously lifted my car. Yet, for Her, this was a

simple act.

I'm in deep shit, I realized.

In any case, I was also still in deep milk. Cold milk. And I began worrying

about hypothermia. I was shivering. Luckily, the milk level was dropping by

about six inches per gulp (my god, that much milk in a swallow!), and

eventually, I was standing in liquid to my ankles.

I had hunkered down to conserve body heat, and so I didn't notice at first when

She looked in on me. She cleared her Throat, and I looked up to see a huge blue

Eye examining me, as well as blocking my view of the outside world.

"OH, NO, MY POOR LITTLE ELF IS COLD!" She laughed. "I BETTER WARM HIM UP BEFORE

HIS 'ITTLE TOES FALL OFF!"

The Mouth returned to the top of the mug, but this time opened much wider than

when She was taking Her 30-gallon sips. The mug tilted toward the Maw, and the

remaining milk rushed in. And with a final tilt of the floor, so did I.

I splashed into the remaining milk inside Her Mouth, and was then trapped in

darkness as Her Lips closed around my legs. I felt a powerful suction as She

swallowed the milk, and then an even more powerful pull as She sucked me

completely into Her Mouth like a piece of spaghetti. I tried to yell, but my

voice sounded muffled. And there was not a lot of air. So I lay in the darkness

for a moment, listening to the bellows sound of her Breath as it rushed up and

down the tunnel of Her Throat, and awaited what I assumed to be the next logical

step--making me a snack.

Instead, after a few clammy moments (Her Mouth and Tongue were still cold and

slick from drinking the milk), I began to feel my entire body kneaded around in

Her Mouth. I actually began to warm up. It wasn't a bad feeling at all, and now,

for the first time, my GTS fantasy kicked in. As I mentioned, I'm big into

swallowing (pun intended). The sudden realization that I was not about to die,

and that I was actually inside a woman's mouth, began to get me excited.

Unfortunately, at that point, She chose to spit me out into Her Palm, and to

examine me. Closely.

Discovering my erection was the last thing I had wanted Her to do. But my

clothes were soaked in milk and saliva, and She spotted it, even in my reduced

state. I thought for a second She was going to crumple me up like a kleenex

(just like Darryl Hannah should've in that movie, heh heh). But She pulled at my

clothes until they ripped off, and I was left lying naked in the Palm of a

once-again angry woman's hand.

"IS THAT WHAT YOU WERE DOING IN MY MOUTH?!" She roared. I cringed at the huge

volume. "YOU LITTLE PERVERTED SHIT! WHO SAID YOU WERE ALLOWED TO ENJOY

ANYTHING?"

She carried me into the bedroom and tossed me on the enormous bed. Standing

above me with arms akimbo, She glared down at me with what was becoming hellish

fury.

"YOU BETTER MAKE THIS UP TO ME FAST, YOU LITTLE PRICK." She then removed her

tank top and dropped it on top of me. It covered me like a collapsed tent, and I

had to fight my way out of it. By the time I did so, She was standing in Her

panties, looming over me like an angry office building. Her Hand swooped down,

scooped me up roughly, and deposited me inside said pink panties.

I rolled down between Her Legs, and found myself facing Labia the size of an

open sleeping bag. She barked an order to the effect that if I did not make Her

come ASAP, I would find myself two-dimensional. So I slid in between her lips

feet-first, with my legs deep inside Her (ok, it seemed deep to me), and grasped

Her Clit between both hands (as much to hang on as to pleasure her).

I must've worked for a few seconds when I was rewarded with a rush of heat and

fluid around my body. She was actually getting into it. Imagine, a GTS freak

living next to a woman for two years without knowing she had the power to make a

fantasy come true. I worked harder on Her Clit, while moving my legs back and

forth inside Her. Suddenly, the world up-ended, and I went from being sideways

on my back to almost straight up. A moment later, I saw why. She had lowered

Herself onto the bed, and stretched back, removing Her Panties, in order to

watch me.

This was truly an amazing sight. Once again, I almost stopped being afraid as I

looked in awe at the building-sized Woman who held me tight inside Her. Her

gigantic Face peered down at me between two mountainous Breasts. She was

watching me! I redoubled my efforts and She closed Her Eyes, laying her head

back.

I could feel the pressure she was applying to my body as her internal muscles

expanded and contracted. I was afraid that if I didn't make Her come soon, She'd

simply crush me with Her Pussy! But I worked as hard as I could, until finally

Her Hips rose into the air, and She gave out a scream that would have drowned

out a Who concert.

When She finally settled down, I felt myself slipping out of Her Lips. I pushed

against Her, and felt my legs slide out. And then I helplessly slid down the

crack of her ass and onto the mattress. My jubilation at making the giantess

come turned sour as I realized that she thought about as much of me as the wet

spot between her legs that I was now laying in.

After a minute, Her Hand reached down, and lifted me up to Her Face. Which,

surprise surprise, was angry looking.

"DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO GET OUT?" She demanded. I tried to tell Her that I

had slid out by accident, but She either didn't believe me, or She wanted to

punish me.

"YOU'RE LUCKY THAT I CAME," She said. "THAT MEANS I WON'T KILL YOU JUST YET. BUT

YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE TO BE TAUGHT A LESSON." She ordered me to stand in the

Palm of Her Hand, so I stood up.

This time, I saw it happen. The spell She cast, I mean. She made an odd movement

with her index and pinky Fingers, and a thin blue line flew from them to my

body. And then the world was bigger. I didn't feel a thing, but I had shrunk

again. The Fingers behind me which had been a little smaller than I now towered

over me, and the Thumb was at least as big as me. In fright, I estimated my new

height as...

"TWO INCHES TALL. THAT'LL TEACH YOU TO PISS ME OFF," She said mockingly. "WHAT

DO YOU THINK OF THAT? CAN I CALL YOU JERRY THUMB NOW?"

I fell on my ass as the air pressure from Her Voice knocked me over. Her Fingers

closed around me, and the world began to sway to and fro by a hundred feet per

oscillation as She swung Her Arms while walking to the dresser. When She dropped

me into Her jewelry box, I wanted to throw up, but I knew that I would probably

be killed for that. So I sat and held my stomach as Her enormous Eyes stared at

me. Then She shut the lid, and I heard Her lock the heavy clasp, and walk away.

I sat still for a long time, barely breathing.

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I awoke to the sensation of an earthquake the next day. In fact, it was probably

Lisa carrying the jewelry box, because when the lid opened, the box appeared to

be sitting on her bed. Her gargantuan Face peered in.

Strangely enough, She didn't look angry. She looked worried. She stared at me

for almost a minute, and then reached in and lifted me out gently between Her

Thumb and Forefinger. I was carried slowly up to Her Face, and then allowed to

settle gently into Her Palm.

"JERRY, I'M SORRY. WHY'D YOU HAVE TO CALL ME A NAME?" She thundered almost

contritely. "YOU SENT ME INTO A ROYAL TIZZY."

A tizzy? Shrunk, kidnapped, imprisoned, nearly drowned, scared half to death...

and then shrunk again? I'd hate to see Her get really angry...

But I was in no position to say anything. How can you consider being aggressive

when a 200 foot tall bimbo is apologizing to you as you sit in the Palm of Her

Hand?

And anyway, since I seemed to have lived through the event so far, who am I to

complain about having my deepest fantasy fulfilled? Maybe a little fright was

worth what I could get out of it.

"Geez, Lisa, I guess I'm sorry too. I wasn't being mean on purpose, I think it

just slipped out after I had a bad day," I said. Not exactly true, but I hoped

She'd buy it. She didn't say anything, but seemed to accept that.

"So, whaddya say you put me back to normal for the time being? Maybe you can

shrink me again some time, for fun." Ok, it was a dumb attempt to make light of

the situation and still get myself shrunk again at a later date, hopefully to

spend some quality time with another, less crazy chick. I thought maybe I could

get some information on whatever she used to shrink me, and use it later myself.

The info I got, though, was not very encouraging.

"I CAN'T MAKE YOU BIG AGAIN," She said. "THE SPELL I USED ON YOU BASICALLY

REMOVES EXCESS MATTER FROM YOUR BODY, AND IT CAN'T BE PUT BACK IN." She held me

up to her Eye to examine me, and then lowered me again to talk.

"I'M NOT EXACTLY SURE HOW IT WORKS, BUT YOU WIND UP SHRINKING TO THE EXACT

PROPORTIONS I WANT, AND YOU STAY THAT WAY. YOU'LL NEVER BE BIG AGAIN."

At this point, I was glad to be sitting down. Because I almost fell over.

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Lisa was fairly nice to me after that. I was fed, clothed, and taken care of in

a decent fashion, if you don't mind living in boxes, drawers, shoes, or wherever

is convenient for your giantess. Her only rule was that I couldn't be seen by

anyone else, especially Her roommate. So I had to spend most of my time in Her

bedroom.

For the first week, this was actually fun. I explored. Her bed was a vertical

mountain, and I would attempt to climb it by holding on to the sheets that

draped to the floor. Her closet was a jungle gym of shoes and clothes that I

played in. I never thought it would happen that I would be able to walk under a

high-heeled shoe, but I could now. I could lie underneath the arch, and stare up

at the label. I could roam around inside Her sandals and compare myself to the

imprint Her Foot had made, although it was unnerving to see how really tiny I

was. Her Foot at my scale was over 25 feet long and 10 wide. If she really

wanted to step on me now, I doubted I could get out of the way in time. And She

wouldn't even have to lift Her Heel off the ground to do it.

In the evenings, when She was home and Her roommate was not, She'd let me out

into the living room to watch TV with Her. I'd sit on Her Shoulder, about eight

feet below Her Ear, with one of Her long strands of blond Hair wrapped around my

waist in case I slipped off. Not that it would happen, unless She moved quickly

-- it was a good 15 or 20 feet from Her massive Neck to the ledge of Her Arm,

and Her Shoulder was a good 10 feet wide. I could walk around as if it were a

platform.

Sometimes she'd carry me to the kitchen while she made a snack. I remembered my

afternoon in the coffee pot, and now, with everything twice as large as it had

been then, I realized more and more how tiny and helpless I was. If She had

filled the coffee pot, I could've done a backstroke in it. A coffee mug like the

one I had been dropped in sat on the counter nearby, and loomed over me like a

storage tank. Were I in it now, I wouldn't have a chance of climbing out.

In the meantime, the Giantess who now owned me bustled about the kitchen.

Imagine a 20-story building walking back and forth along a city block, and

you'll get an inkling of what She looked like. I really had trouble

comprehending it myself. Like I said, something that big should not move that

fast. Much less should it lift dozens of tons with one gigantic Hand. This

particular time, a two-liter Coke bottle the size of a yacht flew 15 feet over

my head.

Lisa had made herself a plate of crackers and dip, and a 30-foot-high glass of

Coke. With both Her Hands occupied, She decided to set me on the plate while She

carried everything back to the living room. I rode the short distance perched on

a town house cracker six feet in diameter, making sure I didn't slide into the

huge glob of dip that She had plopped onto the plate. With a bump, the plate was

set down on the table in front of Her couch.

Before I could even move, She got a rather frighteningly mischievous look on Her

Face, and picked up the cracker I was on. I was carried at a dizzying speed into

the air, then dipped with the cracker into about three feet of french onion dip.

And then lifted a hundred feet to Her Eye level. I could see myself and the

cracker reflected in Her Eyes, and then heard Her laugh that ditzy Laugh.

"MMMMMM...." She said. "A TASTY LITTLE SNACK. A TINY, HELPLESS, TASTY LITTLE

MAN." And then the cracker and I were carried down about 15 feet to Mer Mouth.

Her Tongue, as wide as I was tall and twice as long, reached out and began to

slowly lick the dip off me.

She cleaned my top side off fairly well, and then continued with the dip on the

cracker. I was still kind of stuck with dip on my back, when suddenly, Her vast

Lips closed around my feet, and I was slowly sucked off the cracker and into Her

Mouth.

I was in darkness. And wetness. It was different in Her Mouth this time, though.

There was quite a bit more room. I was assuming that She did not have Her Mouth

completely closed, but was in fact leaving me extra room. This changed abruptly

as I felt Her Tongue lift me rapidly to the Roof of Her Mouth, and I was pressed

into the hard Palate above while She finished sucking the dip from my body.

A moment later, I was spit into the Palm of Her other Hand, sopping wet in

saliva, but clean of dip. As I watched, She deliberately raised my cracker to

Her Mouth, which She opened wide and placed the cracker inside. I got the idea

that She was showing me what She could do to me if She wanted. After all, the

cracker was probably three times my size. She carried me up to Her Mouth again,

and held me about ten feet away, as She began chewing the snack. Yup, if I were

in there, I doubt I'd even amount to a snack. She opened Her Mouth about eight

feet wide, so I could see the mush, and then swallowed it all with a loud

"Gulp."

"MMMMMM," She said again. "YUMMY. AREN'T YOU GLAD I DIDN'T GET YOU AND THAT

CRACKER CONFUSED? ALTHOUGH I DON'T THINK I'D EVEN HAVE TO CHEW YOU UP. YOU'D

SLIDE RIGHT DOWN INTO MY TUMMY." She giggled. "WANT TO SEE IF I CAN SWALLOW YOU

WHOLE?"

That was it. If She hadn't noticed my raging hard-on before, She certainly

realized that I had just reached orgasm in Her Palm. Her Eyes narrowed to slits,

and She got a very odd tone to Her Voice.

"YOU LIKE THIS, DON'T YOU?" She said. "YOU LITTLE WEIRDO, YOU LIKE THE IDEA OF

ME EATING YOU!" Her Fingers curled a little more tightly around me. "WELL, MAYBE

I'LL JUST OBLIGE YOU!" And with that, She carried me into the air between two

Fingers, and dangled me over Her wide Mouth.

"IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT, YOU LITTLE PERVERT?" And with that, She lowered the back

of Her Tongue so I could see Her huge Throat, Her dark Gullet, Her red Tonsils.

Her Hand lowered slowly, until my legs dangled well inside Her Lips...

And then I couldn't take any more. I yelled for Her to please not eat me, to let

me go. My fantasy was fine, but actually being eaten, swallowed, digested was

final and terrifying.

She withdrew me and examined me as I panted in fear between Her Fingers. Then

abruptly placed me against Her Lips and gave me a sloppy wet Kiss that left me

covered again in saliva.

"MY POOR LITTLE PET PERVERT. AFRAID TO FACE MY TOTAL DOMINATION OF YOU? WELL,

YOU CAN LIVE FOR NOW, IF YOU WANT, AS A TINY LITTLE TOY. JUST REMEMBER THAT I

KNOW WHAT YOU REALLY WANT AND FEAR NOW. AND SOME DAY, I WILL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE."

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I realized that I had to escape at that point. Even if I spent the rest of my

life at two inches tall, I had to get away from Her. She would certainly kill me

eventually.

I didn't have much chance over the next few days. She kept me in Her jewelry box

while She was at work, and in the evenings, She required me to make Her come at

least twice a night. It was incredibly hard work, and required me to often run

between her clit and tits several times. And then hold on wherever I could when

Her Body went into the earthquake of Her Orgasm.

But finally one day, She left me unguarded on Her bed. Perhaps She thought I

couldn't get down from that height. In any case, I climbed down the sheet, ran

across the floor to Her bedroom door. I rolled underneath it just in time to see

Her walk out the front door with Her purse. She would be gone for a while.

This was my chance. I slowly began to move down the hall, staying close to the

wall, and moving through the house. You can probably imagine that I felt every

shudder of the floor as other neighbors walked around, and heard every noise in

fear, as if she would catch me. But I made it through the living room and to the

front door without incident.

The door now loomed over me, 25 stories high. I of course had no way to reach

the knob, but there was enough space for me to crawl underneath. So I did.

Freedom! I looked around the hall for the best escape route. I really didn't

know too many neighbors, so I wasn't sure where I could look for help. And I

realized, to my horror, that the steps leading outside rose more than 30 feet

over my head in a vertical climb with no handholds! The best bet was my

apartment, but that was only prolonging starvation. I lived alone, so I couldn't

get any help, and I couldn't even get food from the fridge or cabinets. And Lisa

would probably figure out I was in there and find a way to get me back out.

I decided to go in at least, and see if I could find a way to use the telephone

to call some one for help. At that moment, though, the floor shook, and I heard

some one come down the stairs.

I ran to the wall and pressed my back against it. A pair of white sandals

descended nearby, and came to a stop at Lisa's door. Her roommate! I had seen

her before and recognized her; it was, however, disturbing to see her at 200

feet in height.

I was even more disturbed when one of those sandals slammed down right in front

of me. I mean, not two feet away, my scale. The force of the air it displaced

blew me back against the door, knocking the wind out of my lungs and dazing me

for a moment. I could only lie on the ground and stare up at the being who

loomed over me, searching Her purse for Her house keys.

To this point, Lisa was the only giant person I had seen. My heart sank as I

realized the folly of my escape plan. Even if I got away from the psycho,

everyone else in the world was now the size of an office building! More than

likely, I'd wind up a stain under some one's shoe within ten minutes of leaving

this apartment. And if anyone even noticed me, I'd probably spend the rest of my

life as a freak, maybe in a circus, a laboratory, or worse, as the prisoner of

some other psycho, worse than Lisa.

Worst of all, I might have been found by some guy! Talk about the ultimate irony

for a GTS freak! I think I'd rather be eaten by Lisa!

I was now planning how to return inside without being noticed, when fate took a

hand. Lisa's roommate dropped Her keys, and they landed with a deafening clatter

20 feet away. Before I could recover and run, Her enormous Hand reached down to

pick them up. And shock registered on Her Face as She spotted me.

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She was waiting for Lisa with me on the table when Lisa walked in the door. We

had talked for quite a while, with me explaining the whole situation, and Her

filling in details I didn't know. Like, for example, the spell Lisa used.

Marguerite, Her roommate, had taught Her the spell after we had had a series of

break-ins at our apartment complex. It was to be used as a last resort

self-defense, because it was indeed permanent. Marguerite was pretty reticent

about where She got the spell, but I gathered that every woman in Her family was

involved in magic somehow.

So She was pretty upset that I had been shrunk not once, but twice. "THIS

EXPLAINS WHY THE POLICE COULDN'T FIND YOU WHEN YOU WERE REPORTED MISSING," She

said to me. She promised that she would take care of me and protect me from

Lisa, and work on making my tiny life a little more comfortable. Unfortunately,

I was going to have get used to being around giants.

So when Lisa walked in and saw me on the table, She was more than a little

upset, but also had a slight look of fear in Her Eyes. I assumed that she had

pretty much figured out that Marguerite now knew the whole story. I waited for

the explosion...

But it never came. Lisa stood there, almost calmly, and looked at me without

expression. And then turned to go down the hall.

"JUST A MINUTE!" Marguerite said. "YOU HAVE A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO DO."

"I HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM. I'LL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING WHEN I GET OUT," said

Lisa, almost with a smile. And then turned down the hall.

My feeling that there was something dreadfully wrong with the whole situation

was confirmed after Marguerite turned back to look at me and was almost

immediately hit with a picture frame the size of an Olympic swimming pool, and

fell to the floor.

A few moments later, after Lisa had calmed down enough from Her latest tizzy,

She cast the shrinking spell on Marguerite, reducing her to my size, and placed

her next to me on the table.

"MAKE SURE SHE'S OK," Lisa said casually. "I HAVE SOME FUN PLANS FOR BOTH OF YOU

NOW."

She went to the bathroom for real, and I tended the bump on Marguerite's head.

After a couple minutes she came to. And got really worried when she noticed that

she and I were now about the same size.

"Oh, shit," she moaned. Funny how that seems to be the first thing one thinks

after being shrunk.

"I didn't think Lisa could move that fast," she said. "She had to knock me out

to disable my defense spells. And now my other spells won't work on some one as

big as she is."

I told her to stay still. I was about to make sure she didn't have any other

wounds, when Lisa came back into the room, and bent at Her Waist so that She

could put Her Face close to us.

She stared at us without saying a word for some time, Her huge, steel- blue Eyes

reflecting us on the table. Finally, Her Mouth stretched into a huge Grin.

"TWO TOYS TO PLAY WITH!" She giggled. "EVERY GIRL SHOULD HAVE TWO LITTLE DOLLS,

DON'T YOU THINK? IN CASE ONE BREAKS, SHE HAS AN EXTRA!" And with that, she

plucked us both off the table, one in each hand, and carried us to the bedroom.

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The next couple of weeks were rather repetitious, to be honest. Torment,

teasing, and then sex. At least, since there were two of us, it wasn't quite as

rough as before. I usually worked down between Lisa's Legs, and Marguerite would

do her best to ride a Nipple for the duration. But she was faring quite worse

than I was. I guess she was being punished for attempting to help me.

Lisa would actually force her to clean giant shoes, paint giant Nails, and other

menial tasks. I would try to help, and sometimes be allowed, but usually I'd be

flicked away with a Pinky Finger. If I persisted, I'd get punished as well, but

in a different fashion -- I'd get pushed into Lisa's Ass Crack, where I'd stay

until She went to the bathroom. Then I'd face being flushed away until She

lowered a piece of dental floss in to lift me out. I learned rather quickly not

to let Lisa catch me helping Marguerite.

And it only got worse for the poor girl. Eventually, she was forced to clean out

between Toes, inside Ears, and worse. Marguerite finally snapped when Lisa put

her in Her Mouth and demanded that she clean Her Teeth. I guess not everybody

fancies the idea of being inside a person's maw. In any case, she refused, and

even poked Lisa's Gums to cause as much pain as she could.

Which was enough to royally piss Lisa off. Previous disobedience had been

punished by the simple act of pressing down on Marguerite's chest with a Thumb,

until she couldn't breathe any more. I believe she also had gotten several

cracked ribs from this. But I think Lisa was ready to break one of Her toys at

this point.

She spat Marguerite into her hand and glowered at her. I guess at this point,

Marguerite had either gone slightly crazy, or didn't know just how mad Lisa was,

because she stood up and began yelling at her giant Captress. I watched from my

vantage point on the bathroom vanity as Lisa began to slowly close Her Fingers

around the tiny girl. She slowly made a Fist, and I assumed that She was about

to crush Marguerite into a pulp. I turned away as Marguerite screamed...

But nothing happened, as she kept on screaming. I looked back and saw Lisa make

a familiar hand motion.

And Marguerite shrank even smaller. Barely an inch high, from what I could

judge. Not even as big as the tip of Lisa's Finger, which was now poking her and

pushing her. The Hand that held Marguerite descended next to me, and the girl,

not even three feet tall to me, was dropped beside me.

"HERE, YOU PLAY WITH HER, JERRY. A GIFT FROM ME." Lisa peered down at us as the

little woman stood up, looking at Her in fear, then me in despair. "GO AHEAD,

MARGUERITE, I WANT YOU TO PLEASURE HIM. BLOW HIM. IF YOU MAKE HIM COME I'LL LET

YOU LIVE."

There used to be a joke about the perfect woman, way back when I was in college.

Three feet tall, no teeth, flat head to rest your beer on. And this was about

the closest I'd ever seen to that. But I had no desire whatsoever to take part

in this rape. So, even though she approached me with tears in her eyes as she

prepared to follow her punishment, I told her to stop, and I raised my voice.

"I don't want this, Lisa!" I shouted. I knew my voice was barely loud enough for

Her to hear, but She understood my gestures. Her Face darkened, and I thought

for a minute She was going to scream at me. Instead, She pursed Her Lips, and

blew at us, causing us to fall backward and slide ten feet away from our

previous spots.

"ARE YOU SURE?" She rumbled. "YOU SHOULDN'T LOOK GIFT SEX IN THE MOUTH." Then

She laughed at Her rather bad joke.

"OK, I'LL TELL YOU WHAT. WHY DON'T YOU DO IT FOR HER? HERE, I'LL MAKE IT REAL

EASY FOR YOU." And with that statement, I was shrunk for the third time. When I

finished, I didn't quite reach Marguerite's belly button. She was again a

giantess to me, although only a ten-footer. She looked down at me in shock.

After all, a minute ago I had been the same size to her. Now, I must have been

incredibly tiny. Hmm... one half of one half of two inches... Hey, my dream

size! Unfortunately, this was not really an ideal situation to be in at that

height.

Marguerite was in mood for sex under these conditions, either, and she merely

stepped in between me and Lisa's Face. My giantess protector... however, to my

scale, there was an evil goddess the size of a skyscraper beyond that ten-foot

woman. This skyscraper woman examined us both with laughter in Her Eyes -- two

little insects daring to defy her.

"WELL, OK, I GUESS YOU'RE BOTH A BIT HUNG UP ABOUT THE SEX THING," our Goddess

said. Her Voice alone was becoming strong enough to keep us from standing up, as

if it were a stiff wind. "I CAN HELP YOU. AT LEAST ONE OF YOU IS GOING TO GET

SOME ORAL SEX, AND I GUESS I'M GOING TO BE THE ONE WHO HAS TO DO IT."

She paused, thinking, for a moment, and then said, "WELL, LITTLE MARGIE, SINCE

YOU DIDN'T LIKE BEING IN MY MOUTH BEFORE, LET'S SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT NOW. AND

JERRY, AS MUCH AS YOU LIKE MY MOUTH, I BET YOU'D LOVE TO WATCH!" She leaned

forward, Her Lips parted slightly, and lightly sucked Marguerite with Her Lips.

As big as she was to me, Marguerite was nothing to the Mouth that lifted her off

the ground. She screamed, but there was nothing I could do as Lisa sucked her

onto the tip of Her Tongue, and rolled her around.

This play continued for a minute. I could hear screams from inside that Mouth as

Lisa rolled her around like a piece of candy. I sat both in terror and arousal

as Lisa effortlessly tossed a woman twice my size around on Her Tongue.

Finally, Lisa bent down so that Her Mouth was level with the vanity top where I

lay. She opened it wide. Very wide. To me, probably 30 feet wide. In the back of

that Mouth, panting, was a tiny little woman, lying on her stomach on the back

of a giant Tongue.

As I watched, Lisa lowered Her Tongue, so that both Marguerite and I could have

a good view of the enormous Throat Lisa possessed. A dark hole, bigger than the

little woman who now cowered before it. The Uvula itself was a bit taller than

Marguerite, who was attempting, with very little luck, to crawl across the

moving surface of the Tongue toward the front of Lisa's Mouth.

Lisa laughed, and the resulting movement of Tongue and Throat sent Marguerite

sprawling. Lisa then stuck out Her Tongue, so that the little woman in Her Mouth

was momentarily away from the Throat. I thought Lisa was going to take her out,

but instead, She placed Her Index Finger on the tiny girl, and pushed her back

deeper into Her Throat. When She pulled Her Tongue back in, I could see

Marguerite struggling not to slide into the dark chasm of Lisa's Gullet. The

Mouth stayed open for another few seconds, then closed; I heard an audible gulp,

and then saw Lisa's Neck Muscles move as Marguerite slid into Lisa's stomach.

"YOU SEE," said Lisa, ignoring the fact that she had just eaten a living human

being, "THERE ARE SEVERAL THINGS YOU HAVE TO DO TO GIVE A GOOD BLOW JOB. BUT I'D

SAY THE TWO MOST IMPORTANT ARE TO CONTROL YOUR GAG REFLEX, AND SWALLOW AT THE

END."

Then She laughed, and opened Her Mouth again. I could see it was empty.

"I MADE ALL GONE! AREN'T YOU PROUD OF ME?" She reached for a pair of tweezers,

and lifted me into the air between them. I dangled in front of an Eye that was

probably five feet high and twelve feet wide. I couldn't tell for sure, but I

was guessing it was an 800 foot drop to the ground. She dropped me into Her

Palm, and smiled a 30-foot-wide smile.

I was just now realizing exactly how bad my situation was. I was in the Palm of

a Hand that was about 35 feet on each side. Fingers and Thumb rose up around me

like redwoods. The lines in Her Palm were almost like ditches, and I was so

small I could even see Her Pores.

On top of that, She had just swallowed alive a person twice my height! I

wondered if I should just let my life flash before my eyes now, so I could get

it over with.

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Lisa kept me around for a while, mainly for laughs, I think. She seemed to get

quite a bit of amusement from my helplessness. At this point, I was so small

that I couldn't even lift a paperclip, and Her apartment was a vast, frightening

space the size of a small town.

She knew that I had nowhere to go at my size, so She usually left me uncaged,

often on the coffee table in the living room, when she left the house. There

wasn't much to do. I couldn't even operate the TV remote control -- I could

climb on top of it, but the buttons would not respond to my weight. I couldn't

even open a magazine or a book. And anyway, the letters were almost as big as I.

Reading a page would have been an aerobic exercise.

When She was around, I marveled at Her power in doing those and other simple

things I was no longer capable of. She could lift hundreds of tons of remote

control with two Fingers. Walk over two hundred feet in a single step. I

estimated once, as She drank from a 70-foot high beer bottle, that each swallow

She took was the equivalent of 11,000 gallons of liquid.

Of course, some of this power was directed at me. Not that She needed to use a

lot of it. I must've been practically weightless at this point. I would

sometimes have to balance on the very tip of Her Forefinger while She examined

me. I don't think I even made an indentation in Her Skin.

But She took great delight in showing me how strong She was. A mere Breath was

enough to send me sliding a hundred feet across a table top. She set me on her

bicep muscle once and flexed it, sending me flying through the air to land in

her lap. Her gigantic Face peered down at me as I lay panting on Her skirt, and

She laughed.

"YOU KNOW, I THINK I HAVE MORE MUSCLE IN THE TIP OF MY PINKY FINGER THAN YOU

HAVE IN YOUR WHOLE BODY," She thundered. I was certainly not going to argue. The

tip of Her Pinky was bigger than my whole body. She had proved that to me

already by covering me with it.

She once took me to work with her. To carry me into the outside world, She

ordered me into a matchbox, which She then closed and placed into Her purse. I

could see out through the slightly open box, and marveled at the incredible

objects She carried in Her handbag -- hairbrushes, makeup, money, all on a scale

that would dwarf a cathedral. If God carried a purse, this is what it would be

like. I spotted Her driver's license, and noticed that even the picture of Her

Face was larger than my entire body.

After arriving at work, She let me out of the box, onto a huge tray covered with

hundred-foot-long metal poles, and other strange objects that it took me a

minute to recognize. She was a dental assistant. I suddenly had a clue as to

what my day was going to be like, and I turned out to be right. I was dangled

over the open mouth of every woman who sat in Her chair! I don't think any of

them knew She was doing anything strange, as I was simply too small to see or

hear. At the end of the day, I had looked down the gullets of eight or nine

giantesses, each one capable of swallowing me alive without even knowing it.

I got her message: "This is how small you are. Everyone in the world is a

monster to you. Even the youngest child could make you a nutritious part of a

balanced breakfast. You're stuck with me to take care of you at my whim."

But finally, I think She got tired of keeping me around. I wasn't very good at

stimulating Her sexually any more, though god knows I tried. I simply couldn't

apply enough pressure to any of Her erogenous zones to make her come. After all,

Her Clit was as big as my entire body. Her Nipples were too large for my arms to

encircle, and even if they became erect, I was usually lifted off my feet while

trying to make Her feel me!

And comic relief just doesn't last long when you're dealing with a psycho.

Eventually, She found a reason to be pissed at me again.

It happened the last time I tried to make her come. She had gotten horny

watching some movie, came home, and immediately grabbed me, took me to the

bedroom, and dropped me into Her wet Crotch. I did my best, figuring that my

life was at stake, but I had once again failed to even register on Her happy

meter, and I was trying to make sure She couldn't find me for a little while by

hiding in the thick tangle of Her Bush. (I never did mention that Lisa was not a

natural blonde, did I?)

This gambit had worked a couple times before. She would get pissed off and look

for me between her legs, but not see me, and so get dressed and eventually calm

down. I'd spend an evening in her panties and survive to face another day. Two

major selling points right there.

But this time, I guess I wasn't well hidden. I really didn't have time to

extricate myself from my position to cover up. She looked down at me with

perhaps the most angry expression I'd ever seen on Her Face. She then poked at

me with Her Fingernail, and ordered me to crawl to her navel. I did, as quickly

as I could, and stood up on her slightly sloping belly. Abruptly, She closed Her

Thumb and Forefinger around me, and I was carried to Her Eye level.

"POOR LITTLE PERVERT, YOU'RE ALL MESSY," She said. It was true. I was covered in

sweat and also in Her juices. "LET ME HELP YOU GET CLEANED UP."

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Which pretty much takes me to where I started this story. She opened Her Mouth

and put me inside.

I haven't been in Her Mouth since I was two inches tall, and I really hadn't

been able to see to much in either of the previous two times she had test-tasted

me. I had been almost completely in the dark on both occasions. But I really

think that, after swallowing Marguerite whole, Lisa has gone a little

power-crazy.

This time, She wants me to see exactly how tiny I am compared to her. She closes

Her Mouth partway, leaving me a little light and air, and walks to the bathroom.

I know this, because when She opens Her Mouth again, I can look out and see

myself in the mirror.

I lay in the center of Her Tongue, surrounded on three sides by Teeth almost as

big as I, and on the fourth side by a Throat over ten feet high. Her Tongue is

easily 20 feet wide, and I'm a good 30 feet inside of Her Mouth.

Suddenly, She closes Her Mouth, and rolls me around like a mint. After a few

minutes of this, I'm out of breath, and preparing, after all this time, to be

eaten alive. I knew it was coming, a long time ago.

She spits me into Her Palm and holds me in front of Her Mouth. She smiles.

"ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR DREAM TO COME TRUE?" She whispers deafeningly. "I TOLD

YOU I WAS GOING TO DO THIS MONTHS AGO. YOU'RE NO BIGGER THAN AN ASPIRIN, AND I'M

GOING TO SWALLOW YOU WHOLE, JERRY."

She opens Her Mouth over thirty feet wide, and I stare into Her. Her massive

Tongue flattens in the back, the tunnel of Her Gullet widens. She laughs at me,

and Her enormous Uvula shakes. The simple act of Her Laughing causes the cavern

in front of me to shake wildly.

And then I'm flying through the air, landing a moment later in Her upturned

Mouth like a piece of popcorn. I slide helplessly toward the back of Her Mouth,

pulled by gravity and sliding on saliva. I come to a stop ten feet from Her

Throat, which pulses and glistens in the light from Her open Lips. I look back

to the opening of Her Mouth, and again see myself in the mirror. She is looking

directly at me.

She winks at me, then closes Her Mouth. And I am sucked in the darkness into Her

Gullet. I slide and am pushed slowly downward by the muscles around me, and I

hear Her say "Ahh, delicious," before I am too deep inside Her.

I am forced through a muscle ring, and splash down in Her Stomach. Her body

makes enormous gurglings, beatings, and breathing sounds around me. I guess

there's nothing to do but await my fate.

Becoming part of the moody ditz.

 

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