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By Astrogator

Milo was sitting in his enclosure staring at the curve of the wall. In the

middle of the circle was a dish as wide as he was tall, and in the middle of

that dish lay the remains of his breakfast. Milo sighed and looked at the dried

fragments of egg and bacon, then went back to staring at the wall.

"Damn!" Milo said. "I am in hell!" He stood up and started pacing the

circumference of his enclosure. He made three circuits, then stopped and looked

up at the wall. The wall appeared to be perfectly smooth and it was about thirty

feet to the top. Milo looked around and his eyes fell on the dish.

Milo ran to the dish and put his hands under one edge. He grunted and strained

as he managed to tilt the dish a couple of feet. Slowly, with several maximal

efforts, he managed to work the dish to the wall, then he stopped to rest. For a

few minutes he studied the dish and measured it with his eye. If he could tilt

the dish up on its edge, stand it against the wall, then it would put him six

feet closer to the top. He could reach up about two feet higher than his head...

Milo backed away from the dish and gauged the distance one more time, then his

heart sank. He would still be fifteen or sixteen feet from the top. It was


"Cindy!" he yelled. "Cinnnnnnndyyyyyyyyy!" He listened for awhile, hoping for

the sound of a giantess's tread, but he heard nothing.

He shouted again. "Cinnnnnnnnnnnndyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Cinnnnnnn- dyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

From the next room, a hundred yards away, Cindy's voice boomed loudly. "MILO! IS


Relieved to hear her voice, Milo shouted again, "Cinnnnndyyyyyy! Cinnnnnnndyyyyy!

Come heeeeeeeeeeeeeere!"

At last he heard the rumble of her huge feet approaching. The floorboards

vibrated and groaned beneath her tremendous weight as Cindy came closer. Milo

moved to the opposite wall and watched for her head to appear above the rim of

his prison. Cindy halted next to the enclosure with a great booming of huge

feet, then looked down at him from her full fifty-five foot height. "Is anything

wrong, Milo?" she said.

"I want out of here!" Milo shouted. "I am going crazy sitting in this pen all


Cindy smiled. "In a little while, I am going to take you out to the pool. You

like to swim, don't you Milo?"

"Yes, Cindy, I do," Milo said. "But that's not enough."

"After we swim, we are going to have a very nice dinner and listen to music,"

she continued. "If you behave yourself, I have a wonderful treat for you."

"What's that?" Milo said.

Cindy winked. "You know. It's your favorite thing." Her smile was big and


Milo could not help but shudder. He wagged his head from side to side. "I am not

in the mood for that, Cindy," he said. "Not tonight."

Still smiling, Cindy put her hands on her hips. "Well, you had better get in the

mood, little man, because Cindy is in the mood. You want Cindy to be happy,

don't you?"

She waited for him to answer, so he said loudly, "Yes, Cindy, of course."

"And I want you to be happy too, you know that, don't you Milo?"

"Yes, Cindy, I know that," he said.

"Once we get started, I am sure you will enjoy it just as much as always," Cindy

said. She bent down slowly and snagged the dish in her huge hand.

Milo cursed inwardly. Why had he started lying to Cindy? Why had he pretended to

enjoy crawling between her legs and....? Milo shuddered again and silently

answered his own question. She was a giantess, she was ten times his size, and

she had him at her mercy. It was simple as that. When you are weak, you lie and

lie and lie. The lie is the only weapon the weak possess. When you are weak, the

only chance you have to survive is to please someone who is strong.

Once, Milo had considered himself a man of honor and pride. Even after the

shrinking, he had tried to hold onto his dignity as a human being, even though

he had been driven to live like a mouse, always hungry, always terrified. He had

lived by stealing the crumbs that fell from the hands and mouths of the

giantesses, until he was caught.

When Cindy had adopted him, he could not believe his good fortune. He was warm,

he was well fed, and he was safe. At first, it had not seemed so bad to lose his

freedom on those terms, but as the days passed, he had discovered the true

meaning of submission, total and absolute.

Worst of all, was the boredom. "Cindy!" he cried, as she straightened up with

the dish in her hand. "I am not happy!"

Cindy froze, half bent, and stared at him with those big blue eyes that gleamed,

cool and deep as an Alaskan lake. "Why is that, Milo?" she said. There was the

barest hint of irritation in her voice that set Milo's alarm bells ringing.

Milo's heart was pounding. He had seen this giantess amuse herself by torturing

men who happened to find themselves in her power. She had been known to mock

them, tease them, then kill them slowly and painfully in an unbelievably cruel

manner. "I love you, Cindy," he said; it was almost true. She was his dread god

and he had no choice.

"I love you too, Milo," she said and he felt weak with relief. As long as she

still loved him, he was safe.

"I am a very lucky man," said Milo.

Cindy reached down into the enclosure with her left hand and picked him up. She

tilted her hand flat and opened it so that he lay on her palm. Milo lifted

himself up to a sitting position. "I want to know why you are unhappy, Milo,"

she said.

"I... it's nothing," he said. "I don't want to bother you. Please, forget I said

anything. I was just bored."

Cindy nodded her big head slowly. "I see. You are unhappy because you are bored.

Please tell me the truth, Milo. You don't have to be afraid to tell me the

truth. If there is anything you need, tell me and I will get it for you."

Encouraged, Milo said, "Cindy, I spend a lot of my time sitting in that little

enclosure. There is nothing to do. I just wish I had some way to pass the time

while I am waiting for you."

Cindy looked thoughtful. "Yes, I see what you mean. I have been neglecting you,

haven't I?"

"No no, Cindy," he said. "I know you have other things to do besides keep me

company. I understand that. I just wish that I didn't have to stay in that pen

all the time. Why can't you let me out while you are gone?"

Cindy frowned. "I can't let you go roaming around the house," she said. "You

might try to run away."

"No, Cindy!" he said. "I would never do that. I have no desire to go back to the

way it was before I met you. I want to stay here, with you." I am disgusting, he

said to himself. She would have to be an idiot to believe me.

"Yes, you would," she said. "You men are all alike. You always run away. I can't

take a chance, Milo. You are so little and the world is so big. Something really

horrible would happen to you out there." She bent and placed him back on the

floor of his enclosure. "But you are right, you do need some way to pass the

time when you are by yourself. We shall have to think of something." She

remained bent over him as she talked, her elbow resting on her bended knee.

"What did you like to do for fun, Milo, when you were a lawyer? What did you do

on weekends?"

Milo thought a minute. He had had a girl friend. She would be a giantess now,

and the last thing he wanted in all the world was to see her or have her see him

in his diminished state. "I had a sailboat," he said. "I built it with my own

hands. I loved to go sailing."

"That sounds like fun," she said. "If you had a little sailboat now, you could

sail it in the swimming pool. Would you like that?"

Milo thought about it. It did sound like fun. "Yes," he said. "Yes, Cindy, I

would like that. I would really like that."

"Where did you keep your boat, Milo?"

Milo swallowed. His heart was hammering. "Marina Del Mar," he said. "Slip 85,

pier 3. Her name is Sophie L."

Cindy smiled. "What does the L stand for, Milo?"

"Love, Cindy," Milo said. "It stands for love."


The next day dragged on like all the others. Cindy left the house early with one

of her friends, Veronica. She was gone all day and once again he found himself

sitting in a bare enclosure without even the remains of his breakfast for

company. This time, Cindy had taken his plate away almost as soon as he had

finished eating. Had she noticed that he had moved the plate yesterday in a

futile effor to escape from the enclosure she kept him in? Did she suspect

something? Cindy was dark and deep, he knew and more intelligent than she

pretended to be.

While he sat, Milo cast about for something to occupy his mind, and he began

recall the cases he had argued in his all too brief career as a lawyer. He had

been a man on his way up; a man with a brilliant future before him in the law.

And suddenly it had all been torn away when the women with the shrinking rays

suddenly appeared everywhere.

He remembered the face of the woman who had shrunk him. It was someone he knew,

a woman who worked in the same law firm. He had liked her and he thought she

liked him. They had had dinner a couple of times, but it didn't go anywhere.

Still he had thought of her as a friend. He shivered when he recalled the

hideous look of satisfaction on her face as she pointed the shrink ray at him

and pulled the trigger.

It was a painful memory, and Milo shook his head to dispel the unpleasant

feelings that came rushing back to him. He heard the crash of the front door and

the boom, boom, boom, of Cindy's foot- steps coming through the front of the


Her smiling face appeared overhead. "How are you, Milo," she said. "Did you have

a nice day?"

"It was a long day," he said. "But now that you are back, it will be okay." It

was not a lie. He was actually glad to see her.

"Are you hungry?" said Cindy. She had her hands behind her back.

"Yes, I am," he admitted. "It has been a long time since breakfast."

"I'll fix some dinner," Cindy said. She started to leave, then turned back

toward him. "Oh, by the way, I have something for you." She took her hand from

behind her back and held it toward him. In her hand was a sailboat. It was the

Sophie L.

"You found it!" Milo said, as he gaped upward at the boat. "I can't believe it."

"I am afraid there was some damage," she said. "It was still afloat, but I am

afraid it had been banging against the dock for weeks. Anyway, I shrank it,

reeled it in, and brought it back for you, Milo." From her left hand, she

produced a shrunken boat cradle and set it inside the enclosure. She then gently

lowered the Sophie L onto the cradle and straightened up.

Milo took a walk around the sailboat, surveying the damage. When he had

completed his walk, he looked up at Cindy. "It's not too bad," he said. "I could

fix it, if I had some tools."

Cindy laughed, bent over and picked him up by the waist. Caught by surprise,

Milo yelled a protest, but fell silent as she dropped him onto the deck of the

Sophie L. "I believe there just happened to be a tool box inside the boat when I

shrunk it," she said. "If you need anything else, just let me know."

Milo was grinning from ear to ear. It was his boat, the one he had built. It was

shrunk, just like him, but it was still his boat and it felt just as good to

stand on her deck as it ever had. "Thank you, Cindy," he said, grinning up at

her. "Thank you so much."

"Now you have something to do during the day," she said. "You can work on your

boat. And when it is fixed, you can sail it in the swimming pool."

"Yes, yes," Milo agreed. "This is going to be just fine. This is going to be so


Cindy went to fix dinner and later she came and asked him if he wanted to go to

the pool with her and swim. "No, not tonight," Milo said. "I am too busy." He

was already hard at work, cutting away the shattered planks in the hull of the

Sophie L. Cindy just smiled, and let him get on with his all absorbing activity.


Milo sat behind the wheel of the Sophie L while Cindy went to change. He was

happy now, truly happy. The past week and been the happiest time since the

shrinking and while he had labored inside and outside the Sophie L, he had

actually enjoyed each breath he took. Those minutes that he waited for Cindy to

come back were sweet and he savored them.

"Are we ready to go?" said Cindy, from high above.

Milo looked up and waved. "Take her away, yardmaster," he said, grinning.

Cindy was wearing a bathing suit and she looked good. She was quite a beautiful

woman, and being a giantess in Milo's eyes made her even more stunning.

Tenderly, she leaned down and lifted the Sophie L out of it's cradle with both

hands. She held the twenty-eight foot boat out in front of her and slowly

carried it thorugh the house and out to the swimming pool. Milo found the ride

to be exhilarating. It was like riding in a flying boat and made him think of

the flying ships of Barsoom.

Milo felt a bit of alarm as Cindy approached the pool. "Don't drop me," he said.

"You have to put me in slowly. I don't want to spring any more planks."

"Don't worry," Cindy assured him. "I know how to do it." She walked to the

shallow end of the pool and carefully stepped down into the water. She then

started wading slowly into the deep water. When she was about waist deep in the

water, she gently lowered the boat into the water and withdrew her hands.

"Anchors aweigh, skipper," she said, smiling.

Milo checked the wind, leaned forward and sheeted home the jib, and then the

mainsail. The gentle airs that rippled the surface of Cindy's pool seemed like a

fresh ocean breeze to Milo, and the tiny ripples made the Sophie L. dip and rise

like a mighty ocean swell. The little sail boat began to gather way and Milo

felt the kick of the rudder on his hands and it was all so sweet as his worthy

craft slid magically across the waves with only the silent swooshing of the

water against the hull.

For a moment, Milo glanced over his shoulder at the mighty figure of Cindy,

standing waist deep in his ocean like Neptune's daughter, steadily receding.

Milo looked ahead at the high cliffs that bounded the pool and realized he would

have to tack soon. The pool was only about half a mile in length, so he would

have to tack frequently as he sailed.

It was tricky handling the boat by himself, but he was used to it. He had sailed

the Sophie L alone many times. He was pretty busy for a moment while coming

about, but when he had the boat laid over on the oppsite tack, he returned to

his seat behind the wheel and looked for Cindy. He saw that she was moving back

toward the shallow end of the pool. "Hey, Cindy!" he cried. "Look at me! I am


Cindy turned and waved, then climbed out of the pool.

The little boat handled well, the wind and waves were just perfect. Milo soon

discovered that handling the boat in the narrow waters contained in the

giantess's swimming pool never got boring. He had only a minute to relax on one

tack, before he had to turn the vessel and bear away from the cliff's once more.

Several times he looked up, way up, and saw Cindy watching him from pool side.

She was standing with arms akimbo and smiling down at him like a goddess. Milo

made several crossings of the pool, then heaved to and went below cabin to check

for leaks. He was pleased to discover the bilges were barely damp. The boat had

been out of the water for some time while he was working on it, so it was

natural that it should leak a bit when first wetted again. He checked his

repairs and they all seemed to be holding well.

Milo headed started to climb out of the bilges when he heard a loud groaning,

metallic sound. He recognized it immediately, for it was the sound of Cindy

walking out on the diving board. He had heard it many times, for Cindy never

went to the pool with out at least one dive.

"No!" he cried. Milo clambered out onto the deck and stared in horror at the

terrible sight of the giantess on the diving board. Her knees were bent and she

was surging upward. She seemed to be moving in slow motion as her mighty feet

pushed the diving board down and then her tremendous body sprang into the air.

Milo shook his head in dismay as she arched up, up into the air, then came down

like a mountain of woman. It happened so slowly that he had plenty of time to

ask himself, "Why?"

Cindy smashed into the water and a colossal geyser shot up into the sky. There

wasn't much time, but he did what he could. Milo sheeted the sails and pushed

the rudder over. The boat began to move slowly and he started to swing the bow

toward the huge wave that was rushing toward him. There was a chance, just a

chance, that if he could take the wave right on the bow....

He didn't make it. The wave reared high above the mast and then rose on the

starboard quarter of the boat. As the wave loomed over him, it shielded the wind

from his sail, and the boat began to lose way. "Move!" Milo screamed. "Move!" He

spun the wheel and tugged on the sheets, desperately trying to swing the bow

just a few more degrees.

The wave lifted the bow and despite all he could do, the Sophie began to twist

to the left as the bow tried to slide off the wave. "No!" Milo cried. "No!" The

Sophie L was twisted broadside to the wave which began to break over the craft

and then it collapsed on top of him and rolled the sailboat over on her back.

Milo was under water and he tried to pull himself out from under the boat, but

something was coiling around him like the tentacles of an octopus. It was the

sheets, a moment ago coiled neatly in the floor of the cockpit, now dumped on

top of him. Milo fought panic as he struggled with the entangling lines and

pulled himself free of the boat. He looked up and realized with horror that it

was a long way to the surface and he was already desperate for air.

He struck out for the surface, thrusting with arms and legs and saw the sky grow

nearer. He could vaguely make out the face and shoulders of a giantess peering

down into the water. "I am going to make it!" his mind screamed silently, even

as his lungs cried out in protest. Then he felt something tug at his leg and he

looked down. The rope was still wrapped around his leg and it trailed behind

him, down toward the Sophie L which was sinking toward the bottom of the 144

foot deep pool and dragging him steadily deeper and deeper.

Milo reached down and tried to release the rope. He wanted to breathe so bad! He

had to breathe, he....he was going to die, he thought bleakly. He was going to

die, now......


When Milo regained consciousness, he was lying on a huge towel and Cindy was

lying beside him. Her head was resting on her elbow and she was regarding him

with a satisfied gaze. Milo blinked and choked and then he found himself

breathing cool sweet air. His chest hurt and his head ached, but otherwise he

seemed uninjured.

"How do you feel, Milo?" said Cindy.

"I am allright," Milo said. "Where's my boat?"

Cindy pointed toward the pool. "At the bottom," she said. "And as far as I am

concerned, it is going to stay there."

Milo sat up and placed his hands on his throbbing temples. There was a length of

rope still wrapped tightly around his ankle. He pulled the end toward him and

saw that the line had been snapped like a piece of string. Of course, it was

just a piece of string. It just looked like a rope, to him. "You saved my life,

didn't you?" he said, lifting his eyes upward toward Cindy.

Cindy nodded. "You were unconscious when I pulled you out. I think you got some

water in your lungs."

Milo looked into her eyes and wanted to know why she had chosen that moment to

dive into the pool. She must have known it would be disastrous for him. An

accusation trembled on the tip of his tongue and died there, unspoken.

"I hope you have learned a lesson from this, Milo," said Cindy.

Milo swallowed and nodded. "Yes, I think I have," he said.


Giantess Stories: THE LESSON By Astrogator      Milo was sitting in his enclosure staring at the curve of the wall

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