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The Flight

By Robin Goodfellow



Copyright 2002 by Robin

Goodfellow This story may be reposted or placed on electronic archives

only with the author's permission. I'll probably give permission, but want to

keep some control.  My basic rule is that an electronic archive should not

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Notes:  Some of this material may be offensive to some

people. If you are underage or likely to be offended, stop reading. This

article doesn't contain violence but there is adult material.

A number of people have made some good suggestions as

I've been writing this story.  I'd like to thank them.  Without encouragement

this would not have been completed.

Best results will be

obtained if you have the fonts I'm using.  One of them is the standard Times

New Roman.  But I'm also using a font called “Chevara”. 

If you don't have it I don't know what that section of the text will look


I wasn't looking forward to the 8 hour

flight from


home.  Flights are boring and uncomfortable.  Fortunately, I'd managed to get

booked on business class so I'd be more comfortable.  Still I wouldn't be able

to lie down, which is what I wanted to do since I was pretty jet lagged.

I walked up to the desk that said business

class check in, answered the standard inane questions, "No, I'm not really

dumb enough to take a package from a stranger that looked like a terrorist

without looking inside it".  Actually, I wasn't quite that rude.

As I got to the gate, I noticed a woman was

almost following me.  It was a little hard not to stare at her.  She was like

a perfect miniature person.  Very cute.  I wouldn't

say she was sexy though.  Sexy is something that bowls you over, and this lady

wasn't going to bowl anyone over.  The shrinking women fans might have gone

crazy over her though.  Too bad my fantasy all revolved around women much

bigger than I was.

Mustn't stare, I reminded myself.  She must

be terribly self conscious about her height.  Again I found myself staring.  I

wondered briefly if I having trouble not looking because of how adorable she

looked or because she was so small.  Well, on a flight that would be an

advantage, even in coach class she's going to have more room than I will in


I'll bury my head in a newspaper, that's

it.  Then I won't be able to stare.  Whew.  I look at the various articles. 

It's nice that in


even the respectable papers have lots of pictures of scantily clad beauties. 

I can hold up the London Times and if anyone that knows me wonders by, I'll

not be embarrassed.  I find a seat with my back to the wall, and no one else


Hmm, nice article on girls who've made

millions on the internet and the fashions they are buying.  Is this really a

respectable rag?  Yup, it says London Times :-)

Suddenly I feel a tapping on my shoulder and

then her hand rests on me.

"Robin, I want to make you a proposal". 

It's the short Babe.  She's looking me right in the eye.  As I move the paper,

she stands over me.  Standing like that with me seated she actually looks

normal sized.  She puts both hands on my shoulder.

"Um, lady, you must have the wrong person,

my name isn't Robin."

 "Don't try to fool me Robin

Goodfellow I know all about you and I

know  you'll enjoy what I'm proposing".

Suddenly she's leaning into me.  I feel her

hands pressing me down, and she standing taller leaning on me.  She suddenly

looks quite sexy.  I'm staring into her cleavage.  Yeah, I do try to control

where I'm looking but her breasts are right in front of my face.

"Look lady, I don't know how you found out

about my IRC nickname but would you be quiet about it?  There are likely to be

other people I know, who were at the same business meeting I came to


for, on this flight and I want to keep my life a bit private, OK?"

I was a bit shaken.  A beautiful woman

knowing my deep, dark secret and approaching me in the airport like this

wasn't something I was used to every day.

"OK, Robin" she said it a bit loudly. "We

can go for a walk while I tell you what I want to do,

and that way no one you know is likely to interrupt us.  Your flight isn't for

an hour anyway."

"All right” I said, as I picked up my laptop

and my travel bag, and followed her.  It wasn't hard to follow her, her hips

swung so suggestively.

She put her arm on my shoulder and said "How

about I shrink you and take your flight?"


"You heard me, how about if I shrink you and

take your ticket and board the plane carrying you"

"Whew, for a second there I thought you were

going to abandon me.  Look lady, somehow you found out about my fantasy, but

we both know that's all it is."

"No, its not and I can prove it to you."

She locked her arms around my neck and

pulled herself up using her hands till she was level with me, and gave me a

long kiss.  I broke for air and pushed her away.

"Listen lady, maybe I'm crazy to push a

beautiful woman like you away, but your nuts and I've learned that nut cases

are trouble", I said as I looked her right in the eye.  She had a really

beautiful face.  Maybe I was the crazy one.

Wait a minute, I

was looking her in the eye?  I blinked.  I blinked again.  I looked down at

her feet.  She wasn't standing on anything other than high heels.

I looked away.  I looked back at her she was

still my height.  She pressed down on my shoulders and I sank.  Now I was

looking up at her.  Hey, she's doing it!!!

I looked around,

I was smaller than everyone else in the airport.  I looked again at her.  Wow,

it was hard not to look at her.  She'd gone from tiny, to being a living

Goddess.  Her skin was perfect.  I looked up at her smiling face, and her face

was out of a dream.  And her body, her body was like oh My God, or was that


"Well what do you have to say now little

man?  Still think I'm a nut?"  She squeezed down and now I was looking at her

neck not her chin.

"Um, um, what are you doing?"

"Just what I said.

I'm getting prepared to be your ride.  Fly me, I'm

Titania"  She said, and she laughed.  She

laughed a delightful musical laugh, not at all an evil one.

"Well do you agree?"

"What do you mean do I


"I want to get back to


and we can both share your ticket.  Well, actually I'll take your ticket, and

then I'll take you.  Is that OK?"

 She was asking me if it was


"How are you going to take me?"

"Oh that would be telling.  Besides, you

know the Giantess always decides where to put her little men."

"Um, well I guess I can't stop you."

"You do want this, don't you?"

Well one part of my mind was screaming

Yes, and one part was screaming No.

"I don't know.  I don't know."  I sat down

and put my head in my hands.  "This is like a dream come true, but

its a scary dream.  I mean you seem nice, but some

Giantesses turn evil when they have absolute power."

"Oh, we don't really.  You know even Kathy

(AKA 50ftwoman for those who haven't met her) would keep you safe, if she

really had you.  Mustn't waste little guys after

all, there are only 10 times as many of you as of us.  She'd take good care of


I couldn't decide.  I peeked out at her and

saw her  perfect legs.  My God, that woman was

a dream come true.  Actually,

now  that I thought of it even my dreams didn't look that good.

"I can't decide.  I don't know.  You really

will take care of me?"  I looked up into her eyes.

She smiled down at me and just nodded her


"Well I guess you could take me if you

wanted to, so I guess I should trust you.  Will I really like this?"

"You know you should just say yes."


She snatched the boarding pass from my

pocket and put it in her purse.


leaned over and kissed my cheek.  “You will enjoy it little man.  I know. 

And, I never lie”.  Somehow I knew I was missing something deep in what she

just said, but I didn't know what.

She smiled again and pressed down on me

again.  Now I was looking at her breasts.  She turned me around and said

"let's take a walk." 

She put her arm on my shoulder and we walked

seemingly aimlessly.   Soon the laptop bag and my carryon were getting heavy.

 She noticed I was struggling and just picked up the laptop bag and threw it

over her shoulder.  She picked up the carry on, and put her hands around it

and pressed inward.  As she did, the bag slowly, slowly shrank.

"Is that what you are doing to me, just

squeezing me?"

"Well its a bit

more complicated than that, and I can't shrink complex living things quickly,

but for a layman's explanation that'll do just fine."  She handed me back the

bag, now seemingly normal sized.  "I'll remember to shrink it with you. And,

if you are wondering, I want to play some computer games, to pass the time,

and so I'll just keep the laptop for the moment".  I thought of objecting

after all my life's work was on that machine.  Then I looked up into her big

beautiful eyes, and didn't say a word.

She bent down and whispered "I don't want

anyone to notice how you are shrinking, so we need to keep moving."

We walked around, and I soon was having

trouble keeping up.  Her elbow was on my shoulder and the gentle pressure kept

up, or should I say down?

She shifted her hand to my shoulder as I was

admiring her midriff.  Then her hand was on my head tousling my hair.  "We

can't have you looking too adult.  Good thing you shaved this morning." 

Playfully she pulled my shirt tail out of my pants.  She bent over and gave me

a little kiss on my forehead.  When she set me down again I was even with her


 She picked me up and kissed me on the

cheek.  She whispered, "OK, this is the smallest I can make you without you're

looking abnormal.  I'm going to carry you like you are an infant, don't do

anything to dissuade people."  "What do you mean you are making me into an

infant.  That's not part of the deal."  I almost

shouted, but it was hard to imagine shouting at this Goddess.  She was so

overwhelming and a little scary, so I didn't.

"I'm not making you into an infant, but

people will assume you are if they can't see your face, and just notice me

carrying you."  With that she lifted me and cradled me.  She squeezed me in

her arms and this time I shrank a bit but my clothes didn't.  Now they were

hanging a bit loose.  "That is I won't make you that young unless someone

makes me, so if you don't want to look like a baby, you better behave."

.  She held me so my head was on the side of

one of her breasts facing her cleavage.  I was in heaven.  Never has a Playboy

model had breasts like these.  The one I was leaning against was big enough to

be a pillow.  The side of my forehead was touching her skin and I guess after

a lot of airbrushing maybe they have skin so smooth.  I couldn't help but rub

my cheek against her, while my eyes were popping out of my head looking at her

other breast.  It was huge and yet perfectly formed.  If I couldn't feel it,

I'd swear something was strange.  Breasts that size usually sag.  And, if

she'd had an operation and filled it with something that would retain that

shape I'd surely feel it being stiff.

I realized that as she walked her nipple was

brushing my cheek through her blouse.  She must not be wearing much of a bra

either.  I was glad I was facing her, cause

otherwise anyone walking by could look at my pants and know I wasn't an

infant.  At first I tried to get myself down, because I knew she could feel

it.  Finally, I gave up, she had taken control of

more of my body than just my size.  And, for her latest feat she didn't even

need whatever magic she was using.  Then I realized something else was rising

and with a sense of relief noticed that her nipple was getting almost as hard

as I was.  Maybe controlling myself wasn't such a

good idea.  She seemed to be enjoying my "state".

I didn't know where she was taking me, but

soon I was being held by one arm, and pressed forward as her other arm pressed

on a door that swung open.  Out of the side of my eye I caught a sign -- she'd

taken me into the Ladies room.  Opps.

"Oh what a cute tike" screeched a voice

behind my head, followed by an enormous hand tousling my head.  I was about to

turn around and complain when I caught myself.  This might not be good.  I hid

my head in Titania's breast.  This didn't sound good.  If she saw my face the

jig was up.  Her hand pushed my head back and forth and I didn't know if I

could keep hiding from her. 


coochy, coo.  Come on, I just want to see you."  I

struggled and held on.  Her huge hand though was so much stronger than me.  In

a moment she would turn my head.

“He's being a bit shy.  I think it's best if

you leave him alone” I heard Titania say.  The

contrast between her soft, smooth, confident voice and the other lady was

comforting.  The hand left my head.  Whew.  Titania

proceeded to take us into a stall.

“I just wanted to see him.”

“I know”, Titania

replied.  “But even little guys have feelings you have to respect.”

She opened a door and in a moment we were in

a stall.  “That was a bit close.”  She sat down on the seat and hugged me,

hard.  She was making it hard to breathe.  I struggled but her arms were twice

the size of mine.  “Don't struggle Robin, I know I'm holding you too tight but

I need you to shrink down fast.”  With that she released me -- well mostly.  I

found I was standing on her legs and looking into her eyes.  I breathed a sigh

of relief.  “Why”, I asked in a high pitched squeal.

“You need to be small enough to hide before

we leave this stall.  To shrink you fast, I have to squeeze you hard.”

“Oh” was all I could say.

“All right, this is what we are going to

do.  I'm going to put you between my legs and squeeze.  I can squeeze harder

that way, but I'll squeeze you from the sides, left to right not front to

back.  If I hurt you, tap me twice.”

 She put her hands on both sides of my

little body and lifted me up and put my feet where her knees were.  I was a

bit long and so I didn't quite fit -- she had to hike her dress all the way

up.  I could see her abs curl as she leant down and whispered “Good thing this

is a bathroom and people assume you are going to remove your dress”.  She sat

me on her knee and moved her dress all the way up to her midriff.  I could see

her belly button peeking out.  What was more interesting was I could see her

panties.  I could see her dark pubic hairs hidden under the semitransparent

panty material, and I could see where they lifted the material. 

No porn show has been as exciting.  Even

though they may be more explicit the “starlets” don't have the raw beauty of

Titania.  My head was dizzy.  I don't know whether

from the shrinking or just her presence.  She lay me down and I could feel my

hair touch her panty.  I could smell her faint aroma.  Even faintly it was

intoxicating.  I wasn't sure what would happen if I got to fulfill my

fantasy.  If this much presence would make me feel faint, would even more turn

me into an addict?  Was I one already?

All too soon I had been compressed to under

a foot.  She lifted me in one hand.  “Almost there little man, but I need you

to be smaller yet.”  She told me to curl into a ball.  I did of course.  I

must admit she was awful in the original sense of the term.  Looking at her

would fill a man with awe.   She was an elemental force, not to be denied.  I

lay on her palm and curled so I fit just barely.  She put other hand over me

and petted me a moment.  Then she moved me up and held me between her two

hand up to her face.  First, I looked at her huge

though perfectly proportioned nose.   “OK, I'm going to squeeze you once

more.  I'm afraid I'll have to squeeze you so hard it will be hard to

breathe.  So, I want you to take a few big breaths.  This is

important, I need you to hum after the last

breath.  Nod when you are humming”.  As I wondered why she wanted me to hum,

she moved me near one eye and closed the other so she could see me well.  I

breathed in and out, in and out, taking long breaths and finally nodded. 

Suddenly the pressure on my sides increased.  My breath exploded out.  I saw

her features going by rapidly and realized she'd moved me down from her face

to her cleavage to get a better angle to squeeze me. 

I couldn't breathe.  I was shrinking rapidly

and soon her palm was all around me with her fingers locked over me.  I

couldn't see my Goddess and got scared.  I got dizzy and in a moment passed


I came to on her palm, looking up at a big

pair of eyes with her hair surrounding me.  “Are you all right?”  I barely

managed to nod yes.  I looked around her fingers were standing like tree's

trunks around me.  I stood holding onto her finger for support.  “Take a few

breaths again and relax.  The worst is over”.  I stood up tall and found I was

as small as her pinkie.  She touched her lips against me and it felt

wonderful.  Her middle finger pressed me from behind between her lips.  Her

lips gently massaged me. 

After an all too brief brush with her lips

she said “all right now back to work.  We've been in this stall a while and I

need you to tell me if the coast is clear.  I'm going to put you on the floor

and fiddle with my shoes.  I want you to look to see who's out there.  Don't

move, just look around and then I'll pick you up again.” 

She put me down, and I looked up at her. 

Her legs were the longest I'd ever seen.  I guess that doesn't tell you much. 

They were really long.  I looked up from her foot to her ankle and calf.  “Not

me, look outside”, she whispered and turned me around.  Another pair of legs

went by.  The heels clicked as I watched.  I could see up to a blue miniskirt,

but the stall door blocked the rest of the show.  Too bad,

but there was a better show behind me.  In a moment I saw her finger

come in front of me, and block my view then I was pressed gently into the

finger from behind.  I realized she'd picked me up by thumb and finger.

“See anything?” I told her I'd seen a lady

in a blue miniskirt.  She said “I can't hear you now.  Speak loudly into the

microphone and with that she moved me to her ear drum.”  I told her again that

there was a lady in a blue miniskirt.  She brought me around so she could look

at me as she said “Too bad, she's the one that was trying to look at you.  OK,

look around and wave to me when she leaves.  She put me on the floor again. 

Ms. Blue Skirt was walking towards the mirrors.  I saw her adjusting her

lipstick.  She had a Pamela Anderson body and if she'd been wearing less

makeup she could have had a PA like face -- maybe.  The makeup was so

thick, I couldn't see much behind it. Blue skirt

glanced back and seemed to look directly at me. 

 I dove for the floor.  Ouch.  Those floors

are hard.  I looked over and she didn't see me.  Guess I was too small to

notice.  She scrunched up her face and gave an exasperated look at us once

more, and then walked out of the door.  I stood up and waved..

I was picked up, asked if the coast was clear, then

moved to Titania's ear so she could hear my answer.  I explained the


Leaving, again I was the watchdog. 

Titania pulled the bathroom door open with her

left while her right hand held me.  I signaled that the coast was clear. 

Titania held me loosely in her hand as she walked

through the terminal.  Suddenly she wheeled around.

I was still in her palm as she made a fist

almost encompassing my whole body, but between her fingers I could see a blue

miniskirt.  Up from the miniskirt was one of the most curvaceous bodies I'd

ever seen.  I couldn't see her face but heard a slight screeching voice say

“Where's your son?”. 

“Oh he's not my son. I was just borrowing

him.  I like him.  He's cute though even if he's shy.”

“How old is he?“

“Oh he's older than you'd think.  But, he

wouldn't want me to tell you and he's still around.  You see he's small for

his age.”

Hmm, that was a funny way to say that. 

“Do you have any little ones?”

“No, No, I'm too young.  Do you have any

children of your own?”

“None, but I do borrow ones whenever I can.”

“So you like children?”

“When they are well behaved.”

“Hmm, a strict disciplinarian.”

“Lets just say

that all my little men do what I say and have learned to act like mature



kept up her pattern of strange diction.  I couldn't figure out why she was

doing that, until it finally dawned on me that she wasn't lying, just

misdirecting Ms. Blue skirt.  Guess Ms. Blue Skirt didn't know the meaning of

the word “was”.  Come to think of it, I'd missed it too.


arrived at the gate.  The plane was boarding.

My Goddess put me in her pocket.  Darn and

there I was hoping for somewhere better.


sat down, and arranged herself.  She had the left window seat.  I had a

picture window view from her pocket.  That might be nice for the flight. 

Unfortunately, a few moments later Blue Mini sat down next to

Titania.  She was fuming.  “Can you believe they

bumped me from First Class?  How am I going to get any sleep?  After all I

paid for it, and I need to look good when I go on TV for my promo.” 

I snuck my head out of the pocket and peeked

at her.  She was “that” famous model. (But, because I don't want to get sued

we'll leave her actual identity up to the reader)  Funny, her voice sounds

better on the movies.  Wonder how they accomplish that?

Blue started to look at

Titania and I buried my head.  “You fit in these seats nicely, but a

big girl like me, well Hurumph.”  This continued

for a long time. 


said, “Relax, I'm sure you'll survive.  I know I do fit in these seats more

comfortably, but you couldn't dominate the catwalk if you were my size.”

“Oh you really think I dominate the


 â€œWell to tell the truth I've never been to

the kind of fashion show that you dominate, but I've certainly seen reviews”

Somehow I couldn't tell if

Titania had never been to a fashion show, or

merely one that Blue had dominated.  She was telling the truth maybe but only

just barely.  I stood up, to see what was happening, but before I got my head

out of the pocket  a big forefinger pushed me down

before I could peek.

Soon the stewardess announced that we should

fasten our seat belts and put our chairs in an upright position.  Who was I

fooling, “we?”  I didn't have a seat belt. 

Blue started going on, about how could she

put on a seat belt in such an uncomfortable seat.  I tried to poke up to see

what she was doing.  This time I was picked up between a thumb and

forefinger.  Titania picked me out of her pocket. 

I just got a chance to see that Blue was looking away before I was taken into

her blouse.  She held me there for a moment before she said “Come on, fasten

your belt, and don't cause problems.”  As Titania

said this, she stuffed me in her bra with the lace top up to my waist.” I

found myself softly held by her bra.  If there were an accident, I wouldn't go



Now this is what I call a first class seat.


said in a kidding mood, “And remember that the

emergency exits are here”.  Titania pointed her

finger toward the nearest space between the nearest buttons, “and here” and

she pointed to her somewhat plunging neckline.  I started to laugh.  As I did,

I realized Blue was laughing too.  Titania had

made a friend -- with Blue that was an accomplishment.  Actually, she'd made

two friends, but hey, I'm easy.

Soon Titania

laughed a bit.  Wow, as she laughed her bosom wriggled a bit and massaged my

back.  MMmm


and Blue managed to talk for a while.  Well, mostly

Titania asked and Blue talked about herself. 

Soon the in flight movie came on.  Some

readers will know that in business class these days each person has a private

screen.  It's really an LCD panel that is maybe 10x8 inches. 

Titania tucked the headphone between two of the

buttons in her blouse.  I had a big screen view -- almost like IMAX with

stereo sound.  Even in first class I wouldn't have had anything like the view

I had.  Well actually of course the movie view was no where near the view of

my Goddess.


put her head back, propped her feet up and slept.  Her breathing was more

interesting to me that the dialog on the movie.  I just sat on her breast and

watched her chest expand and shrink.  The movie lost all interest to me.  I

heard her breathe in and out in a most relaxing way.  Soon I curled up or

spread out depending on how you think of it, around her breast.  Her bra kept

me in tight.  After I realized she'd fallen asleep, I kissed her.  I thought

about exploring more, but I didn't want to disturb her.  I did want to explore

her glorious body, but I thought I should behave.

Her breast was warm and soft as she gently

breathed in and out.  Her bra cup massaged my back.  I closed my eyes lost in

the sensation. 

I woke with a start.  I'd fallen asleep on

her?  Here I was living my life long fantasy and I'd slept through part of

it?  I was being pressed hard between her bra and her breast.  Hey, that

wasn't the way things were when I fell asleep?  What was happening? 

I looked around and realized I was much

bigger.  Still tiny, but I'd grown almost as long as her breast was wide.  I

pushed my way out of the uncomfortable bra to survey my surroundings.  I held

onto the top of the bra and dangled wondering what I would do.  As I dangled,

I found I'd suddenly gotten even bigger.  I was now pressing against the

fabric of Titania's blouse.  It would look like she had a third middle breast

to someone looking at her/us. 

As I realized this, I lost track of what I

was doing and started to slip.  I kicked my feet to keep myself from falling

and managed to catch a bit of the clingy fabric on my foot.  This isn't a long

term solution.  Blue mini would spot something funny if she glanced our way. 

OK, I need to shrink back again.  From

beneath her cleavage I could tell Titania was

sound asleep.  I banged on her chest to wake her but found that didn't work. 

I must be really small if kicking at her breast bone is below the level

of  sensation she would notice.  I could wait till

I got bigger and then maybe I'd be able alert her to help me.  That didn't

sound like a good strategy.  What to do, what to do? 

I figured I could pound on her breasts which

were in easy reach.  That didn't sound like a friendly thing to do.  Finally I

decided I'd try pressing on her breasts rather than hit them.  I curled up and

put my back to her left breast and my feet on her right.  Fortunately, her

breasts are the full figure type, rather than the kind (also nice) where the

edges of the breasts don't come at much of an angle to the basic chest, so it

was possible to curl up between them and just barely fit.  Using the friction

of her skin against mine I then pressed as hard as I could against them. 

Grunting and groaning I made no progress.  Maybe it was the bra, maybe it was

that hers were particularly firm and I couldn't even juggle them.  I held my

way there for a while every so often trying again.  Sometimes I'd think that

I'd moved them just a touch.  But, after really exerting myself it would feel

like she'd been pushed a bit apart.  But, after a rest, I found her breast

didn't look any different.  This continued for a while.  I'd push and relax. 

Push and relax.  Her breasts didn't seem to move.  But, somehow I was finding

myself more comfortable, less curled up.

Wait a minute.  How could there be more room

here, if her breasts weren't moving.  The only possibility was I was

shrinking.  OK, how does this work?  Press, Relax.  Nope didn't shrink that

time.  Press Relax.  Nope.  Well maybe third time's the charm.  Press really

hard. Shrink, Relax.  Hmm OK that works sometimes.  What was different? 

Press, relax.  Press, relax.  Press, hear Titania

sigh and almost moan, shrink, relax. Was that a coincidence?

Maybe.  She hadn't sighed the first time I shrank

while pressing.  At the end of the moan she started breathing in.  I pressed

but nothing happened.  OK lets try the opposite. 

Wait till she is finished breathing and press and hold.  That worked.  Wait

for her to breathe in, press and hold while she breathed out and shrink. 

Breathe in, press, breathe out, shrink. 

Yup.  Now I'm getting the hang of it.  Now why does

it work?  Duh, of course.  When she breathes out,

her breasts come together.  If I press on her, I don't shrink, but if her

breasts press on me, et viola.  I'll figure this

magic stuff out eventually.  Just like science it seems to have rules. 


Soon I'm practicing climbing moves trying to hold her breast apart.  I can

shrink to my heart's content.  No more tent under her blouse. 

Tenting elsewhere but not visible from outside her :-).

Suddenly I hear Blue Mini moving around. 

Good thing I'm not visible anymore.  Excuse me she says.  Huh, Titania's

asleep.  Blue didn't even notice.  Out of the corner of my eye I see her ass. 

Wow, no wonder her ass is famous.  She starts climbing over us.  Suddenly the

plane lurches.  Blue falls.  Moreover, that famous ass starts falling toward

me.  Blue lands with ass against us.  I'm trapped between Titania's breasts as

they hold me tight.   Tight. 

Uh oh.  Tight.  Blue leaves for the rest

room after apologizing. And, I'm hanging like a speck from Titania's bra. 

Even the lace on her bra seems huge.  Titania

looks down at me.  She whispers “where are you?”  I put one arm through the

loop in the ribbon, and wave frantically.   She sees me.  “Hmm, little man you

really are little.” She smiles, it can't be too bad.  As Blue comes back,

Titania gets up and lets her get in, without

squeezing me again. 


takes me to the bathroom.  After some unmentionable activities she puts me

back, but not in her cleavage.  I pull myself out of her pocket and yell “Hey,

what happened to the first class accommodations?”. 

“I'm afraid I can't risk your shrinking anymore. I didn't want you less than

an inch big and you are about 1/4th inch.  It'll take longer for you to grow

back than I intended.”  When we got back, indignity followed indignity.  She

put me in her pocketbook.  It was dark, and I was surrounded by a lipstick

container wider than I was tall and other cosmetics.  There were a few pieces

of paper towering over me against the side of her pocketbook.  I tried to push

down on her perfume sprayer, but all that happened was I sat on it.  It was

nicely curved so it wasn't a bad seat, but it didn't have a back.  I found her

compact, and lay in the dark on top of it.  A moment later she opened up her

pocketbook and whispered to me “you can turn on the flashlight on the key

chain and read.”  Somehow I wasn't in the mood for reading.   

Amazingly I fell asleep again.  I slept

until gravity seemed to increase and the roar of the plane was around me.  The

noise decreased, and there was some bumping and

muffled announcements.  Suddenly my surroundings lifted and started to swing. 

I guessed we were leaving the plane.  I wanted to be closer to my Goddess, but

I guessed, correctly as it turned out that departing the plane was the most

dangerous time to be touching her.  It was too easy for people to bump her and

shrink me as we departed.

After a while I heard some noises near the

top of my prison.  Titania had opened her

pocketbook.  I could see the underside of her armpit.  Soon her hand reached

in and curled around me.  I had grown again and now barely fit in

her  hand. As she lifted me I could see that we

were in the waiting area.  She picked me up and whispered that she wanted me

to wrap myself around two of her fingers and to hold as tight as I could.  I

managed to hug fingers and lock my wrists together.  She whispered “Ready?”. 

I nodded and her fingers came apart until I couldn't hold them anymore.  She

caught me whispered “Again” and we did this again.  After a few more times it

became easier to wrap my arms around her fingers. Just as when she squeezed me

I shrank, when she pulled me apart I seemed to expand.

Soon she'd press her fingers apart until I

started to slip then she'd pull them together until I got a better grip.  She

kept doing this.  Pressing her fingers apart and then back

together again.  The astute adult reader will recognize that this

caused a certain sensation for me.  I was soon gasping for air.

As she continued, I continued to grow, until

I was too large to wrap around even four of her fingers.  I wrapped myself

around her templed hand.  Then

came my favorite part.  She actually had me stretch out my hands and

grab each nipple in one hand.  I was crucified on her body with her hand

cupped under me supporting me gently but being careful not to squeeze.  I

pulled in for all I was worth as she breathed in.  As she expanded her chest,

she expanded me too.  Of course my little body was rubbing on her hard abs as

she breathed.  The sensation in my groin was incredible.

When I got too big for being stretched on

her chest I wrapped my arms and legs around her arms and she rhythmically

pried her arms apart, expanding me, then let me

readjust my grip as she put them together again.  I continued to expand until

I no longer fit around her arms and had to move to her legs.  I hugged her

legs as tightly as I could.  My face was between her thighs.   I of course

couldn't resist the urge to kiss her.  She smiled down at me.  Perhaps,

someday we'll give an explicit account of what happened next.  But for the

moment lets just say Titania recognized that I

couldn't hold on as hard as I should while trying to breathe and took care of

the problem.

The process ended when I was the size of a

large eight year old, which was the largest male child

Titania thought would be appropriate to have in the lady's room.  We

exited with her bouncing me on her hip just as we had entered the lady's room

at the beginning of the journey in


As we left, she told me to give her a hug.  I was actually big enough to put

my arms around her waist.  She took a deep breath and of course I grew a bit

more.  We walked around with my holding my hand up for her to grasp and she

had me hold her again.  All too soon I was the size of a small 15 year old boy

and held me and whispered, “Time for me to go.”

I said, “Wait, you can't leave me like


“I thought you liked being small,” she said

with a giggle.  “Don't worry you'll grow back.  Just don't do anything I

wouldn't do until you do.  While you are under my spell you are under my

protection and violating the rules will set you back.”

“What rules?”  With that she handed me the

brochure that I'd found earlier in her purse.  “Gee, you should have read this

while you were in the purse.  They are easy to follow.  I'm sure you won't

have any trouble.”  She took my hand in hers and put into the palm of my hand

my bag with all my clothes.  She handed me my full sized laptop, and picked up

her bag.

She walked away.  I just let her.  Her back

swung so invitingly.  I don't know why I let her go.  I just stared as she


After a bit I took out the rules and started

to read:

Rules for Robin


You've been shrunk by a witch.  If you

follow these rules you and everything you had will shortly return to full size

and the remainder of the spell will evaporate.   You'll be just as you were

before except for your memories.

 1) Don't lie, cheat or steal.  Follow all

normal moral rules




I fell on my face as something big hit me

from behind.  I turned around and found that as I'd been reading, Blue mini

had bumped into me without looking and I was sprawling at her feet.

“Oh, I'm sorry I just didn't see you.  Are

you all right?”

I got to my feet, looked straight into her

breast and said “Yes, I am”.

I tried to walk away but she grabbed my

arm.  Her hand was way too strong and she turned me around, seemingly without

knowing she'd even used a lot of force.  “Don't I know you?”

“I don't think so.”

“Haven't we met before?”

“No” I said and then felt dizzy.  I sat down

before I fell down.

“Oh dear, are you sure you're all right?”

I got to my feet, and said, “I just got

dizzy for a moment.  I feel fine now”

I looked at her and found I was looking up

to her breasts.

“Where are your parents?” she asked.

“Oh I'm old enough to travel without them”.

“Look I feel bad about knocking you down. 

Do you need a ride into the city?”

“Oh I can get there myself” I said.

She looked at me a bit quizzically and said

“I'm sure I've seen you before are you sure we haven't met”.

I reiterated “No” and felt dizzy again. 

This time I managed to stay upright, but she noticed my swaying.  I finally

realized that I'd lied and that was against the rules.  I found I was looking

further up at her.

“You look smaller to me almost like you are



What was I going to say to that?  I stalled for time.  “Are you sure?”

“Well, I can't be sure and I guess people

don't shrink.”  She said.  But, I do think I should take you home.  You seem

to be getting dizzy and this is no place for a small child.

I started to protest.  “I'm not a child!!”

“Oh?”  She raised an eyebrow.

“No, I'm just a small man”.

She lifted me up.  She looked at me

carefully up and down.  “I guess you are a man after all, and a cute one at


I blushed a bit.

“So, since when does a man turn down an

invitation from a star of the stage and screen?”

She turned slightly and struck a pose.

 Wow, she is attractive when she's being


“Come on, I've got a limo waiting for me. 

Besides I don't bite.  Though, I might be tempted to molest you.”

I gave in.  I know I shouldn't have.  But,

what's a little guy to do?

I didn't lie the whole night and what

happened the rest of the night will be saved for another story.  Now I've got

a super-model calling me at home and I don't call her back.  I've mostly grown

back.  I lost maybe 1/4 of an inch.  The women in my office are just a bit

sexier now.  I guess the 1/4 inch was from the lying I did.  Oh yes, there

were more to the rules.  I was interrupted when I first was reading them. 

Here's the whole list:

Rules for Robin


You've been shrunk by a witch.  If you

follow these rules you and everything you had will shortly return to full size

and the remainder of the spell will evaporate.   You'll be just as you were

before except for your memories.

1) Don't lie, cheat or steal.  Follow all

normal moral rules.

2) Next time you fly business class post a

Note in the forum so I don't have to use magic to find out what you are doing.

3) Invite your friends to use business

class and post.

4) Fly me, I'm


I can't wait for my next business trip.  You

are all now officially invited to follow rules 2 and 3.

In the mean time, does anyone have an idea

what I should do with a super model who likes me cause

she thinks I'm smaller than I am?  Should I lie to her and say I'm just the




P.S.  If you liked

this story you may like my others.  Loophole and Titania's story are probably

my two best.  I don't think Alien Visitors is quite as good.  They can all be

found at Pete's story archive

I will post this on Pete's story board ,


and possibly Diana the

Valkyrie's .  You may be

able to find other authors you like at those places,


Hope you enjoyed, 

Hope you get to fly business class.

Giantess Stories: The Flight

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