The Plague by Zotster

The Plague by Zotster

The Plague

by Zotster

 

 

Prologue

In the year 1999, many hysterical people across the globe waited for the end

of the world to come. For some it did.

Terrorist incidents increased around the world, including America. In the

worst incident, on Feb. 24, 1999, a terrorist bomb destroyed the bottom five

floors of the Empire State Building, leaving the remaining structure wobbling on

its foundation. Evacuation efforts saved most of the people who survived the

initial explosion, but many were still trapped inside when the building finally

caved in upon itself.

The United States and foreign governments stepped up military activities in

an effort to curb the terrorism, leading only to an increased sense of global

unease.

Then came strange reports from communist China of people ... shrinking. The

reports were largely discounted as the unreliable ravings of hysterical people —

until humans in Japan and other Asian countries were discovered at 6 inches tall

or less, some as tiny as 1/8 of an inch.

Caving under international pressure after months of denials, the Chinese

government finally admitted that a top-secret biological weapon had accidentally

been released into the atmosphere.

The weapon was a virus that worked its way throughout all the cells of a

person’s body — including dead cells such as hair, fingernail tips and dry

surface skin — before causing its deadly shrinking effect. Victims suffered only

from mild fevers and occasionally other flu-like symptoms before the virus

ingested 99.95 percent or more of their cells — all types of cells in equal

proportions throughout the body. Once the person shrunk, the viruses with the

ingested cells evaporated into the atmosphere, leaving little hope that persons

who suffered its effects could ever return to normal.

With information provided by the Chinese government, an international team of

scientists began work on a vaccine against the "shrinking plague," as it became

known.

Meanwhile, the plague spread around the world, with no discernible pattern or

means of transmission. By the time an effective vaccine was developed, more than

50,000 confirmed cases had been reported in the United States alone, with an

estimated 25,000-30,000 additional victims missing.

Among the peculiarities of the disease were that only post-adolescent men and

women of childbearing age were affected, with males accounting for approximately

95 percent of the victims.

The vaccine eliminated the disease for the most part, but scientists

continued to search for a means to restore the affected people to normal size.

Many gave up the pursuit as hopeless until a type of "anti-virus" was created

that, like the original disease, spread itself through the body before

activating a cloning effect that duplicated the victims’ remaining cells in

proportion.

For the 50,000 shrunken people discovered in America and others worldwide,

the discovery meant a return to normal life. But thousands in the United States

alone remained missing, most undoubtedly dead or lost forever. But many

continued to fight for survival. These are just some of their stories.

 

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Chapter 1: "I wish I may ..."

PENAWAWA, Wash. — Charlie stretched out his arms and legs, enjoying the cool

breeze of the fan against his naked body as he lay on his girlfriend Valerie’s

bed.

He looked at his watch: 7:30 p.m. Valerie wouldn’t be home for at least

another two hours — she was putting in a lot of overtime at the office lately,

which gave Charlie a chance to surprise her. If he were right, by the time she

got home he’d be six inches tall or less.

Valerie didn’t know it yet, but since he was just a kid Charlie had dreamed

of being shrunk down and having girls, well, "play" with him. For the past

couple of months he had read with excitement the accounts of people around the

world shrinking, and was thrilled when the strange plague reached the United

States.

He anxiously took his own temperature each day, hoping to notice the telltale

fever that came before the disease took effect. Then last night, he took the

thermometer out of his mouth and literally jumped for joy when it read 99.6

degrees. According to the accounts he had read, the shrinking effect should take

place within 24 hours after the fever developed — provided (he knocked on wood)

it wasn’t just a summer cold or the flu.

Valerie had given him a key to her apartment a couple of weeks before, but he

wasn’t supposed to use it except in special cases. Well, he thought, shrinking

down to doll size should certainly qualify as a special case!

Charlie began absent-mindedly stroking himself as he daydreamed about Valerie

strolling into her bedroom, her long brown hair bouncing around her shoulders,

just a hint of her beautiful cleavage showing above her blouse, her long slender

legs gracefully moving beneath a short skirt. She’d find him on the bed, and

he’d have a chance to explore every sexy inch of her body — up close and

personal!

As he lay there with his eyes closed, Charlie began to feel as if the bed

were spinning beneath him. He felt a strange feeling — not really painful, but

definitely uncomfortable. Could this be it? he thought, excitedly. Then he

passed out.

He awoke to a loud, thunderous "bang" that rattled his bones. It was followed

by a series of intense "thuds" that shook the soft surface under him. Sitting up

groggily, he realized he was on a gigantic bed — he had indeed shrunk! But how

tall?

Looking up, he saw Valerie standing across the room, near her dresser. She

looked enormous! Looking at the sheet under him, Charlie lay down on top of one

of the flower designs he had measured earlier. Putting the tips of his toes at

one end of the flower, he saw that his body covered about two-thirds of the

length of the pattern. Knowing that each of those floral designs was

approximately six inches long, Charlie realized he had shrunk to about four

inches! A little shorter than he had hoped, but good enough. He smiled with the

realization that all his fondest, most impossible wishes were about to come

true.

Valerie began pulling off her clothes as she stepped into the bathroom.

Apparently, she was going to take a shower after her long day at work. Perfect!

Charlie could hear the water running as he practiced what he’d say to his

girlfriend, who now appeared as a 100-foot giantess to him:

"Hi, hon! I know you don’t like small talk, but ..." nah!

"Don’t a big deal out of this, but ..." nope!

"Val, let me size up the situation ..." no way!

"Look hon, it’s Tickle-Me-Charlie!" getting warmer ...

"You know Val, you always said you like to toy with men ..." hmmm, needs

work.

Thankfully, Valerie took that moment to step out of the bathroom, putting an

end to Charlie’s musings. They were pointless anyway, since his heart leapt into

his throat and he could no longer speak.

Valerie came out of the bathroom still toweling herself, but she quickly

tossed the towel to the side as she returned to her dresser and began to

blow-dry her hair. From his distance, Charlie could see every lovely, curvaceous

inch of her body from behind as the dryer blew her hair around her. His gaze

traveled from the tips of her toes past her tight ass to the top of her head as

he imagined somehow scaling her length, feeling her warm skin beneath him.

She turned off the dryer and walked toward the bed. At first Charlie was

stunned, seeing his girlfriend’s immense bobbing breasts for the first time,

then looking down toward her crotch, imagining himself getting lost in there.

But then he remembered she still didn’t know he was there, and began frantically

waving his arms, yelling to get her attention.

At first she didn’t notice, but as she reached for her nightgown — which

Charlie had made sure to leave on the bed — she suddenly saw him, her eyes

popped open wide, and she let out an ear-shattering scream.

"MY GOD! CHARLIE, WHAT HAPPENED? YOU’VE ... YOU’VE SHRUNK!" she said,

answering her own question.

Still rubbing his ears, Charlie tried to calm her. "It’s okay, hon! I like it

this size! We’re going to have fun!"

But she wasn’t listening as she sat down on the bed next to him, sobbing.

Charlie walked over to her and began caressing her immense thigh. His hand was

tingling and his heart racing as he felt her smooth, soft flesh. Life is good,

he thought.

Then Valerie jumped to her feet, covering her breasts and crotch with her

hands. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?" she demanded. "YOU SHRINK DOWN

TO FOUR INCHES TALL AND GET ALL HORNY OR SOMETHING? WHAT’S GOTTEN INTO YOU?"

"Val, please, it’s okay!" Charlie shouted up at her. "I’ve always wanted to

be this tall. Just think of all the fun we can have, all the things you can do

with me ... the places I could go!"

"WHAT?" Valerie shouted, obviously thinking about what he’d just said. "ARE

YOU SICK OR SOMETHING? THAT’S DISGUSTING! JUST WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO WITH

A LITTLE WORM LIKE YOU? LOOK HOW TINY YOU ARE! I NEED A MAN, NOT AN INSECT!"

"But ... but Val, just think, you could use me like a live dildo!" Charlie

shouted, sensing things were not quite going as planned.

"YOU SICK LITTLE PERVERT ... YOU CAME HERE ON PURPOSE, DIDN’T YOU?" Valerie

shouted down at him. "YOU’RE NUTS! I’D CRUSH YOU IF I DID THAT, OR YOU’D DROWN.

DO YOU THINK I WANT A LITTLE FOUR-INCH CORPSE INSIDE ME? YOU’RE NOTHING TO ME

NOW. I’M AFRAID YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN, LITTLE MAN. YOU AIN’T STAYING WITH ME!"

With that she strode quickly away from the bed and grabbed her purse from the

dresser. She returned and snatched Charlie off the bed — for just a moment, the

warm skin of her hand surrounded him as she knocked the breath out of him in her

grip — then he was unceremoniously dropped into the purse. Valerie snapped the

pouch shut overhead.

Things were most definitely NOT going as planned.

Alone in the darkness, Charlie felt various objects around him: an enormous

mirror, a huge tube of lipstick, a gigantic piece of bubble gum, a tampon about

the same size he was.

For a while there was no motion, but then the purse was snatched into the

air, and Charlie felt his stomach get left behind. He was bounced around along

with everything else inside the purse as Valerie jogged down the stairs from her

apartment, then Charlie heard a car door slam and its motor start.

The hum of that motor was his only companion for the next half-hour or so, as

Valerie drove to an unknown destination. What happened? Charlie wondered. How

can she do this to me? Can’t she understand how exciting their lives could be

with his new size? What is she going to do with me?

That last question was soon to be answered as Valerie stopped the car,

leaving the motor running, grabbed her purse and started walking. Charlie

couldn’t imagine where she could possibly be going with him, but it was not long

before she opened the purse and reached for him. She handled him roughly,

dropping him in front of her huge feet.

Quickly checking for broken ribs and luckily finding none, Charlie looked

around at his surroundings. Next to him was the enormous trunk of a tree that

seemed to stretch to the heavens. All around were more trees just like it. He

was on a dirt path, but to either side of it, huge underbrush lay on the ground,

with assorted foliage rising high overhead. He could hear the sounds of a stream

or river not far away, along with various animal noises.

He was in a forest, and his gigantic girlfriend was looking down at him near

her feet, a frown on her face.

"SORRY, CHARLIE!" Valerie boomed. "I HOPE YOU DON’T GET EATEN BY AN ANIMAL OR

SOMETHING. I HATE TO LEAVE YOU HERE ALL ALONE, BUT I DON’T WANT TO BE THE ONE

WHO HAS TO TAKE CARE OF YOU. I’M SURE YOU’LL FIND SOME WAY TO SURVIVE. SEE YA!"

With that she waved goodbye and started walking away.

Charlie raced after her, but couldn’t keep up with her long strides. Her

long, tanned legs got further and further away until they were gone from sight.

Minutes later, he heard her car race away.

Charlie wrapped his arms around himself. He was tiny — and alone.

(Continued in Chapter 4)

 

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Chapter 2: "Picture This"

PACIFIC GROVE, Calif. — Joseph loved his job.

It seemed like no more than a month had passed since he was a freelance

photographer, taking pictures at Canadian Football League games; and now here he

was, taking snapshots of one of the world’s sexiest supermodels in a string

bikini.

The editors at Sports Illustrated had been impressed with his work, offering

him a staff position two years ago. He continued to impress with his outstanding

photo features of the "X Games," beach volleyball, figure skating and

gymnastics. Now came his big break — he was taking test shots for the upcoming

swimsuit issue, with Manon von Gerkan serving as the model.

Joe knew he had to keep a professional detachment, but he couldn’t help but

be turned on by the slender, yet curvaceous beauty strolling across the smooth

white sand, the crystal blue Pacific waters of Monterey Bay spanning to the

horizon.

They had the sand and water to themselves, as the magazine rented out a small

private beach for the test shots. If he did a good job, Joe knew he would be

asked to join in the final shoot, with all the models posing for the 2000

swimsuit issue — the magazine’s biggest ever.

As she walked away from him, Joe had a nice view of Manon’s succulent ass,

swaying back and forth with her long strides, not covered at all by the thong

that slipped between her cheeks.

Looking back casually over her shoulder, Manon smiled at him and asked, "How

would you like me to pose?"

Wow — sexy accent to go with a sexy body, Joe thought, catching a glance at

her breast where it pushed forward the front of her skimpy suit.

"Okay, lift your arms up over your head, we’ll start right here," Joe

suggested.

Manon did as he asked, and he took a few shots of her in that pose, showing

off her ass quite nicely along with just a glimpse of the side of her firm right

breast. Joe traced the curved indentation of her spine with his eyes down her

smooth, tanned back.

"Okay now, lie on your stomach, facing me, with your arms in front of you and

your head up," Joe said. "That’s it. Perfect!"

Looking through the shutter, Joe saw her lovely smiling face, her beautiful

deep eyes, her brown hair not quite dropping low enough to cover her breasts as

they hung in nearly full view just above the sand. Taking a few shots from the

side, he also got the swell of her buttocks in the frame, along with her pretty

feet above them, legs bent at the knees.

"Like this?" Manon purred, and Joe felt himself growing faint from excitement

... or was it something else?

Suddenly he began to feel quite dizzy, and his camera fell from his hand,

dropping to the sand. He soon followed it down as he passed out. ...

... He felt a warm breeze blowing over him as he lay on a soft, comfortable

couch — or was it a bed? And why were there so many wrinkles in it?

Joe’s eyes snapped open and he looked up at a giant billboard with Manon’s

face on it. But wait ... the billboard seemed to be blowing warm air on him —

and it was moving!

Now fully awake, Joe discovered he was in Manon’s soft hand, his head

supported by her fingertips, his feet only stretching as far as her palm. She

smiled as she saw him stirring, and he saw giant bright, white teeth behind her

enormous pouty lips.

"HELLO, JOE. ARE YOU OKAY?" she purred in that sexy accent.

Joe just stared back in astonishment. His mind raced. What had happened? He

thought of that so-called shrinking disease he’d read about, but that was just

fodder for the tabloids, wasn’t it?

Manon lowered him to about chest level, and looking up, he had a fantastic

view of her gigantic breasts, swelling in and above — mostly above — her tiny

red bikini. Holding him in her left hand, Manon began stroking his naked body

with her long fingers. Joe felt his body tingle where she touched him as her

fingertip worked its way up his legs, down his chest, across his face, and

probed his crotch. Although he realized she could probably crush him with a

single finger, Joe was amazed at how softly she handled him.

"OOOH, YOU FEEL SO NICE!" Manon giggled.

Grabbing his torso between her thumb and forefinger, Manon began gently

rubbing him all over her body. Joe fought to breathe in her grip as her flesh

raced by underneath him — first across her chest, then over her breasts, down

her tight stomach, on to her belly button, down the side of one soft thigh and

up the other, behind her to slide up her ass, her soft back, along her other arm

to her neck, her face ... then finally he was engulfed for a moist embrace

between her lips.

When she kissed him, Joe could no longer hold back his own sexual excitement,

and he exploded into her mouth. She didn’t even seem to notice as she licked her

lips afterwards.

"LITTLE CAMERAMAN, I CAN’T BELIEVE HOW MUCH YOU’VE TURNED ME ON," Manon

exclaimed.

Not even listening for a reply, she tucked him inside her bikini top. There

wasn’t enough fabric to cover him completely, but it held his face firmly

against her nipple as his legs dangled free. Looking up, he could see Manon

softly close her eyes, as her hand came up behind him and started kneading him

into her pillowy flesh.

Joe stretched out his arms in a futile attempt to hug the enormous breast,

then he started licking and sucking on the nipple — which was about the same

size as his head!

Humming contentedly to herself, Manon strode across the beach and lay on her

back on a towel she had left on the sand. Trapped in her suit, her hand pushing

him hard against her breast, Joe was finding it hard to breathe. But he kept

working on her nipple anyway, and he could hear her moans become louder, could

feel her breaths quicken.

Suddenly he was thrown backwards as she sat up, and he tumbled down her

stomach as she took off her top. Catching a grip on her belly button, he held on

as her weight shifted back the other way, and her long, luscious legs appeared

overhead. He watched as her hands came down and pulled her bottom up and off her

legs.

Laying flat on her back again, Manon spread her legs slightly and simply

said, "I WANT YOU NOW, LITTLE MAN!"

She nudged him toward her crotch and he tumbled further down her belly into

her pubic hairs. He tried to stand, but she pushed him off her mons and he fell

between her thighs. She reached her fingers down to spread herself open a

little, and Joe was once again greeted by a pair of huge, pouty lips.

Despite a definite sense of apprehension and danger, Joe couldn’t resist his

own desire, or hers. Using Manon’s fingers for leverage, he pulled himself up

between her labia and began searching for her clit. Her fingers guided him in

the right direction, and he soon began licking and sucking on it as he had her

nipple.

This brought an even more intense reaction as her fingers started pushing him

from behind. First one of his legs, then the other slipped into her pussy while

her fingers continued to slowly push him deeper.

For a moment Joe’s lust was forgotten, and he realized the dire predicament

he was in. Just minutes ago he was a full-grown man, and now here he was, about

three inches tall, being pushed into a woman’s hungry vagina — a vagina whose

walls could easily crush him if he were caught inside during her obviously

impending orgasm.

He started to struggle, to fight off Manon’s fingers, but that only made her

more excited. Now her juices were coating him and he had to fight to keep from

drowning in them. Still in he went, until he looked back in horror as the light

from the outside world was closed off behind him.

Deep inside her Joe struggled in the wet darkness as the walls convulsed

around him. Soon the gentle squeezes became much more crushing and intense, and

he knew Manon was experiencing the first wave of her orgasm. He struggled to get

out, but her vagina held him in a tight hug. He gasped for air and just as he

was about to pass out, he saw daylight and was washed out into the world again.

Hours later, Manon was lying on her stomach, her bikini bottom — what there

was of it — back on but her top open underneath her, as Joe used his whole body

to massage tanning oil into the soft skin of her buttocks.

A shadow passed over him, and he turned to see a giant pair of sexy legs

striding their way. Looking further up, he saw the impressively smooth legs rise

into a skin-tight pair of white shorts, then another incredibly firm stomach

underneath an enormous pair of breasts, hanging just barely within the confines

of a white bikini top. Above them, a truly lovely face framed by golden blonde

hair turned his way, and a pair of piercing blue eyes met his.

Without missing a beat, Rebecca Romijn asked Manon, "WHERE’D YOU FIND YOUR

LITTLE FRIEND?"

Manon turned her head and called up, "OH, HI REBECCA! HE’S THE GUY WHO WAS

TAKING THE TEST SHOTS TODAY. POOR GUY SEEMS TO HAVE SUFFERED A CASE OF THE

SHRINKING FLU. I’VE BEEN HAVING SOME FUN WITH HIM."

"REALLY? WHAT KIND OF FUN?" Rebecca asked, a knowing grin on her face. "THE

BEST KIND," Manon giggled. "CARE TO TAKE HIM FOR A WHILE? I DON’T MIND SHARING,

BUT JUST REMEMBER — HE’S MINE!"

A big grin crossed Rebecca’s face then as she reached for Joe. He stumbled

backwards, but soon found himself in the giant blonde’s grip. "OKAY IF I TAKE

HIM BACK TO MY PLACE? I’LL BRING HIM TO THE PARTY TONIGHT SO ALL THE GIRLS CAN

MEET HIM!"

"SURE," Manon said. "THEY CAN LOOK AND PLAY WITH HIM SOME, BUT TONIGHT, HE’S

ALL MINE!"

"THANKS!" Rebecca said, pulling open her shorts and panties and dropping a

struggling Joe inside. "HE FEELS SO GOOD ALREADY!"

With that, Joe’s career as a swimsuit photographer ended before it began. But

little did any of the other photographers realize that when the pictures for the

next swimsuit issue were taken, their missing comrade was snug inside some of

his favorite suits as the models smiled for the camera ... and for him.

 

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Chapter 3: "A Little Research"

CULDESAC, Idaho — Bob felt the crush of bodies tumbling around him as he and

the others struggled in the darkness of the giant book bag. With a sudden thud

the bag landed hard. Bob heard some of the people moaning and one of the women

crying.

A light appeared overhead, and Bob looked up to see Amy’s giant face. She was

a pleasant-looking girl, although far from stunning. Still, her 16-year-old

features showed the promise of better days ahead.

Amy was the daughter of Dr. Terri Fick, a scientist seeking a vaccine and

possible cure for the strange shrinking disease he and the other nine people in

the bag all suffered from. Just last week, Amy had discovered the shrunken

people while visiting her mother in the lab. She had been immediately

fascinated, but her mother warned her to leave the little people alone.

Not dissuaded, Amy had snuck into her mother’s lab and kidnapped the ten of

them. Looking up into her enormous face, her dirty blonde hair hanging loosely

down and a mischievous glint in her eye, Bob wondered what Amy would do with

them.

The world turned upside down as Amy dumped the tiny people onto her gigantic

bed. Fighting off his own dizziness, Bob looked around and found his girlfriend

Robin not far away. Stumbling over to her, he hugged her close, asking "Are you

okay?"

"Um, yeah, for now, I think," Robin stammered.

Bob had met Robin at the clinic where they were both test subjects. She was

an extremely attractive blonde with a nicely curved body, and Bob could scarcely

believe it when she agreed to go out with him. Of course, "go out" was a

relative term. Dr. Fick was kind enough to give them a cage to themselves from

time to time, but they really couldn’t go anywhere at their present size. Once

6’1" tall, Bob had shrunk down to about four and a half inches, while the

once-5’4" Robin was a comparatively tall five inches — just half an inch taller,

but it seemed like more than eight inches to Bob.

Looking up, Bob saw that Amy wasn’t the only giant girl in the room. On the

other side of the bed was a big-chested blonde wearing a pair of tight jean

shorts and a white blouse tied in a knot below her breasts. To her right was a

pretty brunette wearing a blue T-shirt and regular jeans. Amy was wearing a

one-piece red pullover dress that hugged her legs at about mid-thigh. All the

girls were giggling.

 

 

As Staci looked down at the tiny people, a tingle of excitement ran

throughout her body, starting from between her legs. One of these tiny people

will be scratching that itch soon enough, she thought.

"Hello little people," Amy began from across the bed. "I’m sure you all

remember me, but I’d like to introduce you to my friends. The blond girl whose

chest you guys have all been staring at is Staci, and next to her is my friend

Jennifer. And now I’m sure they’re both anxious to meet all of you."

"Let’s see," she continued, pointing to a pair of boys standing off to one

side. One was about four inches tall, the other about a half inch shorter. "You

girls remember Jim and Matt, right?"

Staci and Jennifer both nodded. Staci had known Matt since elementary school,

and always thought of him as a geek. Jim, the taller of the two, had been a

running back on their high school’s football team until he became the second

person at the school, after Matt, who shrunk. The government set up a research

center in Culdesac largely because it was so unusual to have two people so close

in age and location both succumb to the strange plague.

"Let me introduce you to the others," Amy said, pointing to them one at a

time and reading from a chart she held. "That two-inch guy there must be Dave.

He’s 34, is married and has two kids. Rod here is the tall guy at six inches.

He’s 24, and used to be a car mechanic. Peter here is 46, and apparently a

fairly rich businessman, married to a former model, with no kids. He’s just

three inches. Then there’s Bob, four and a half inches, 28, unemployed; Robin,

25 years old and five inches tall; Kate here is just 19 and a tiny one and a

half inches; Dan is 42, a teacher, and two and a half inches; and somewhere ..."

Amy paused, looking around the bed. "Here we go. This tiny speck here is Mark.

He’s 31 and used to be one of the scientists researching the disease. Now he’s

just a quarter of an inch tall."

"Say hello to your new owners, people!" Amy laughed. When they didn’t

respond, she pounded the bed with her fist, sending them flying. "A little

louder, if you don’t mind," she suggested.

A varied chorus of hellos and "hi"s rose from the bed as Staci considered

what to do with the little people. "Can we start playing with them now?" she

asked.

"Sure, Staci. You first." Amy said.

"Cool. Let’s save our two friends here for last," Staci said, grabbing Jim

and Matt and stuffing each into one of her bra cups. She massaged her breasts

and felt them wiggling against her nipples. "Bet you guys never thought you’d

get this close to me, huh?" she laughed.

Reaching down, she flicked Dave off the bed. He landed on the soft rug dizzy,

but in one piece. "Now we’re gonna play a little game of tag," Staci said. "Us

girls are going to chase after you, and try to ‘tag’ you with our feet. Of

course, with our size, we’ll probably crush you, but that’s your problem, right

little man?"

Dave was petrified when he heard Staci’s words from far above. Tag? They were

going to step on him like a bug! He looked over at Staci’s feet, which were in a

pair of open-toed heels. They were enormous, and above them rose the immense

weight of her body, deceptively supported by a pair of smooth, sexy legs. Legs

and feet that would soon crush the life out of him, if Staci were serious. As

she stepped toward him, he knew she was.

An immense object suddenly landed just inches away to his right, and the

force of the impact knocked him down again. Looking over, he saw a giant bare

foot. Looking way, way up, he saw Amy’s grinning face. Her foot was between him

and the bed, blocking off one possible escape route.

Jumping back on his feet, Dave ran to his left, toward what appeared to be a

closet. If he could get there, he just might find a hiding place. Staci’s shoe

landed right next to him, her immense toes brushing against him for a moment.

The near miss sent him to the floor again, but he stumbled forward toward the

closet. He wasn’t going to make it.

Then Staci’s toes hit him from behind and sent him literally flying toward

the closet. He landed in a daze, the breath knocked out of him. Looking up, he

saw Staci and Amy looming high overhead, looking down at him.

"WELL, THAT WAS A QUICK GAME, LITTLE MAN," Staci’s voice boomed. "IT LOOKS

LIKE YOU’RE IT," she said, raising her heel over him.

Dave got up quickly and made one final, mad dash toward a pair of high-heel

shoes in front of the closet. One lay on its side, and he was able to dive in

just as Staci’s enormous foot came down in front of it.

Panting, Dave looked out at the two giantesses overhead. From his

perspective, they appeared about 200 feet tall.

"LOOKS LIKE HE GOT AWAY FROM YOU STACI," Amy said. "AND SINCE HE’S IN MY

SHOE, I GUESS THAT MEANS HE’S WAITING FOR ME."

With that, Dave was thrown backwards into the depths of the shoe as Amy

picked it up. His head in the toe of the shoe, he looked past his own feet to

see Amy’s gigantic toes coming toward him. Her strong scent filled the shoe as

her toes moved over and past his head, the ball of her foot coming down over his

chest. The underside of her toes filled his vision.

His mind raced, desperately seeking an escape. But there was none. He was

trapped, and he knew death would come soon. He thought of his wife and their

children. They would probably never know what happened to him, how he was

mercilessly crushed to death under a teenage girl’s toes.

Then the pressure started to build, and he could no longer breathe. He felt

the blood being pushed to his head as he pounded on the underside of Amy’s toes.

But she didn’t let up. Instead, Dave could hear her and the other girls laughing

as his ribs cracked.

For a moment, his world was filled with nothing but pain, the overpowering

scent of a girl’s toes and her thunderous laughter. Then, nothing.

 

 

Pulling off her shoe, Amy dumped what was left of Dave into her wastebasket,

wiping the blood out with a Kleenex. "That was awesome! Who’s next?" she asked.

"Hey, old man," Jennifer said, reaching down to pick up Peter. "What kind of

business did you run that got you so rich?"

"W-we made garbage disposals," he stammered in her grasp. "P-please put me

down!"

"Really?" Jennifer asked. "Amy, do you have a garbage disposal?"

"Sure," Amy said, smiling as she realized Jennifer’s idea. "Come with me.

Staci, do you mind keeping an eye on the others? You can play with one if you

like."

"No problem," Staci said, already reaching toward the bed for Dan. "You girls

have fun, I’ve got a present for Dan here."

Jennifer followed Amy into the kitchen, and dropped Peter into the sink Amy

pointed to.

"So, little guy, is that one of yours?" she asked.

Peter anxiously glanced over at the giant hole in the smooth metal floor. "I

don’t know!" he yelled. "How could I possibly tell from here?"

"Well then," Jennifer said, flipping the switch below the sink to activate

the garbage disposal. "I guess you need to take a closer look."

Peter fell on his backside when the metal floor beneath him started vibrating

like an intense earthquake. Above, he saw Jennifer and Amy leaning over the

sink. As Amy turned on the water, Jennifer reached for a sprayer.

"CAN YOU TELL YET?" Jennifer asked, and not waiting for an answer, sprayed

him with a powerful stream of water. Peter slid toward the hole, unable to get a

grip on the smooth, wet metal.

"No! Stop it! Please, you’ll kill me!" Peter yelled, much to the delight of

the girls, who started giggling in earnest.

"POOR GUY," Jennifer said mockingly. "LOOKS LIKE YOUR WHOLE LIFE IS GOING

DOWN THE DRAIN!"

As another burst of water hit him, Peter slid closer to the hole, until his

feet were dangling over its edge. "CLOSE ENOUGH TO TELL YET?" Jennifer asked.

"No! Stop, please! No!!!" Peter yelled. "GUESS NOT. LET’S GET YOU JUST A BIT

CLOSER."

With another burst of water, Peter tumbled into the hole, just managing to

get a grip on the rim of the drain. The vibrations from the disposal were making

it difficult to hold on, however.

No! This can’t be happening to me, he thought. Looking up, he saw the cruel

giantesses laughing, saw Jennifer wave goodbye, saw her press down once again on

the handle of the sprayer.

He lost his grip as the water struck him and knocked him into the dark drain.

He felt something hit him hard as he fell, and then his life was over as the

blades ground his body into a mushy pulp.

 

 

Meanwhile, Staci had put Dan on the nightstand next to the bed and began

doing a slow striptease for him. She untied her shirt and pulled it off, but she

left on her bra with the two boys still trapped inside. They were still

struggling and Staci was enjoying it far too much to let them out just yet.

She kicked off her heels and unbuttoned her shorts, letting them fall around

her ankles. Then she slowly, slowly, slowly pulled her bright pink panties down

past her hips, allowing Dan to take in the sheer immensity of her vulva that

hovered inches above him as he stood on the table.

Turning around, she ordered him, "Kiss my ass, teacher!"

She felt Dan step forward and begin kissing and caressing her buttocks. "Hey

Jim and Matt. I know you guys can hear me," she said, putting her hands over her

breasts and giving them — and the tiny guys against them — a slight squeeze. "I

want you guys to start sucking my nipples. And you’d better do a good job!"

Actually, both Jim and Matt were far too small to actually suck on her

nipples, but she could feel them trying, and that coupled with the feeling of

Dan kissing and caressing her ass was driving her close to an orgasm. She

reached out and grabbed Rod off the bed, immediately pulling off the tiny gown

the clinic gave all its miniature people for clothing.

She heard Rod screaming, but didn’t care as she immediately plunged him

headfirst between her labia. She pushed him in up to his ankles, and delighted

in his squirmings deep inside her.

With Rod inside her, Jim and Matt working on her nipples and Dan on her ass,

Staci could hold back no longer. Her breathing became quick and shallow as she

began pumping Rod in and out of her body. Finally she pushed him deep inside and

left him there as the most intense orgasm she ever felt washed over her body

like a tidal wave.

Her legs turned to rubber and she allowed herself to fall face down onto the

bed. At that point, she wasn’t sure where the little people on the bed were, and

she didn’t care. She also ignored the frantic struggles from underneath her

breasts as they pressed against the bed, but she did feel the weakening

struggles from deep inside her vagina as she enjoyed the afterglow of her

titanic climax.

Within the wet, dark channel of Staci’s vagina, Rod’s death was a painful

one. Surrounded by her flowing juices he had no air to breathe, but it probably

didn’t matter since his ribs had been broken and crushed into his lungs by her

powerful climax. Even now he tried to claw his way out of the dark tomb, but he

knew it was useless as his life slowly ebbed away.

Smothered by the enormous weight of Staci’s breasts, Jim and Matt fared no

better.

Matt couldn’t help thinking how ironic it was that after all the time he

spent daydreaming of feeling and kissing Staci’s gorgeous breasts, he was now

going to die like a helpless bug beneath their soft weight.

Jim thought about all the times that he watched Staci with the other

cheerleaders during football games. He always knew he could have her any time he

wanted, but there were always other girls, friendlier girls who would do

anything for him. Little could he have known that one day those breasts he so

often saw bouncing in her tight cheerleader’s uniform would slowly smother him.

The irony was thick, but the air wasn’t as both boys suffocated.

 

 

Amy and Jennifer returned to the bedroom to find Staci snoozing contentedly

on the bed. Looking down, Amy saw three of the little people cowered near her on

the bed, but the others were missing.

"Staci, wake up!" Amy yelled.

Staci rolled over on the bed — as the little people avoided her — and sat up.

"You wouldn’t believe what I just did!" she said excitedly. "I had four of

the guys working on me all at once. I’ve never been so turned on in my life!"

"Where are they now?" Amy asked.

"Well, let’s see," Staci said, removing her bra. The smothered bodies of Jim

and Matt tumbled to the bed. "Well, looks like those two had a little too much

of me," she said, giggling. Reaching between her legs, she pulled out the broken

corpse of Rod, still coated in her cum. "Looks like he REALLY had too much of

me!"

"Well, I hope you saved some for us," Amy said. "Where are Dan and Mark? I

don’t see them."

The girls looked around and found Dan trying to hide under the bed. The

minuscule Mark was nowhere to be seen, and they finally gave up the search.

"Amy, do you mind if I use your shower?" Staci asked. "Go ahead," Amy said.

With that, Staci disappeared into the bathroom, and the other girls turned

their attention to the remaining four. Looking at Dan, Amy got an evil idea. She

reached into her closet and pulled out a glass jar full of pennies. She dumped

the pennies onto the floor and dropped the naked Dan into the jar.

Dan looked through the glass and saw Amy begin to pull off her dress. Unlike

Staci, she did it quickly, not worrying about making a show of it. She tossed

aside her bra and panties and reached for the jar again. As she lowered it

between her legs so that her labia filled the entire opening, Dan began to

suspect what she had in mind.

But his suspicions couldn’t prepare him for the tidal wave of piss that

struck him in the face, knocking him down and flooding all around him. He gagged

as he tasted Amy’s acidic urine in his mouth, and struggled to get his head

above the surface as it flooded the jar.

Finally the stream stopped and he was able to catch a few gasps of air. He

looked up and saw Amy screw a metal lid onto the top of the jar. He was trapped,

treading urine, and his air supply had just been cut off. Even if he could keep

his head above the urine, he suspected there wasn’t enough air in the jar for

more than an hour or so.

"WELL TEACHER, LOOKS LIKE YOU JUST LEARNED A LESSON ABOUT TRYING TO ESCAPE

FROM YOUR NEW OWNERS," Amy boomed, her laughter further degrading him.

As Amy watched him struggle to stay afloat, Dan saw Jennifer in back of her

begin to undress.

Jennifer had ripped the gowns off the remaining shrunken people, and was idly

running her finger over their bodies. She was particularly intrigued by the two

women, with their tiny, tiny breasts and nipples. Both were very attractive,

with Robin’s long blonde hair framing a perfect face and a shapely five-inch

body, and Kate’s light brown hair flowing well past her shoulders to partially

obscure her own perky breasts and firm body.

"So Bob," she asked, "what do you think of your two friends? Pretty hot, huh?

But they can’t compete with this." She pulled off her T-shirt and pants, kicking

away the sneakers and socks she wore. Then she unclasped her bra, casually

letting it drop to the floor, and slowly pulled down her panties.

She sat on the bed, spreading her legs in front of Bob and the two women,

giving them a grand view.

By then Kate was sobbing. Jennifer looked down at her and laughed. "Poor

Kate," she chided. "Such a pretty little woman, but your whole body can’t even

compare to the size of a 15-year-old’s tits!" She gently picked up Kate and

began rubbing her body over her nipples, enjoying the feeling of dominance.

Then she smiled as an idea struck her.

"Tell you what, little woman. Let’s see if I can make you feel better. How’d

you like to become a part of me? I think I’ll swallow you, take you inside of me

and digest you, and absorb you into my body. Would you like that?"

Jennifer raised Kate over her mouth and dropped her inside.

Kate landed on her tongue and immediately reached for the opening of her

mouth. But it closed in front of her hands, leaving her in the wet darkness.

She had been scared before, but now she was absolutely terrified. Jennifer’s

tongue rolled over her body, tasting it, covering it with her saliva. She tried

to beat off the tongue with her fists, but it was no use.

Slowly, she felt herself being moved to the back of Jennifer’s mouth. Kate

reached out and tried to grab a hold of Jennifer’s teeth, but the huge tongue

pushed her away.

Finally, as the saliva surrounded her, a sudden gulp pushed Kate down

Jennifer’s esophagus. Kate tried to brace herself against the sides of the

narrow channel, but Jennifer’s throat muscles kept pushing her down, until she

landed in Jennifer’s stomach.

Kate felt a stinging in her hands and feet as she tried desperately to climb

back out, but the motions of Jennifer’s stomach forced her back until she was

surrounded by burning stomach acid. Kate screamed in agony, but there was no one

to hear. She was literally in hell for the next several minutes, until the

intense pain of her flesh slowly dissolving finally caused her to pass out.

 

 

Mark desperately clung to the giant strands of Staci’s blonde hair as she

strode into the bathroom. He had been on the bed when Staci lay down in the

throes of her Bromdignagian climax, and her hair had surrounded him. He had held

on to it when she finally got up, thinking it may be a way to eventually escape,

but as the floor sped by about 1,500 feet below, he began to question the wisdom

of his decision.

He knew she was about to take a shower, but he could think of no way to

disentangle himself from her hair and escape before that happened. He held on

for dear life as she turned on the water, adjusted it to the proper temperature,

and stepped into the shower.

At first he was safe as she soaked her body, turning under the warm stream of

water and massaging her breasts. But soon she dipped her head under the intense

flow and Mark could no longer hold his grip.

He slid slowly down the back of her head. Her hair slowed his descent, but it

was now far too slippery for him to get a firm grip as the water continued to

push him. Then, like an intense water slide, he slid quickly down the soft skin

of her back until he became trapped between her buttocks.

The firm skin pressed against him as she lathered up her ass cheeks. He

couldn’t find a grip as the soapy water again washed him down, out from between

her cheeks. He landed on her hand as it lathered her upper thighs, and he was

dizzily swept over her body as she continued soaping up.

He finally slid off her hand as it reached up to her face, and for a moment

he hung on her chin, just below her huge pouty lips. But then he was washed down

again to land on her right breast. He slid over the smooth skin until he hit her

nipple, which he clung to desperately. The nipple was at least three, possibly

four times his own size!

Although he held his grip as best as his little muscles were able, he could

not hold on as she rinsed herself under the shower. He was rapidly washed down

her stomach, in and out of the cave of her belly button, and into her crotch.

For just a few seconds her pubic hairs slowed him down again as he was washed

past her vulva, but then he quickly slid down her right leg to her toes.

He tried to grasp her toes anywhere he could, but after a few desperate

seconds he was washed completely off her body and was caught in a river of water

headed straight for the drain. He looked up at her immense, beautiful body and

desperately called out for help, but the giantess could not possibly hear his

tiny voice.

Still looking up at her beauty, he was swirled once, twice around the drain,

and then plunged into darkness.

 

 

Bob clung tightly to Robin as the two of them lay on the gigantic bed between

Jennifer’s enormous legs. They were the last two people left, and by now they

both knew the giant girls considered their lives inconsequential to their own

pleasures.

Amy sat on the bed next to Jennifer, leaving Dan to his struggles in the

urine-filled jar. Bob looked up and saw her face between her gargantuan naked

breasts, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO WITH THESE LAST TWO LOVEBIRDS, JEN?" Amy asked her

friend. "THE OTHERS GOT ME SO HORNY," Jennifer began, "DO YOU MIND IF I PLAY A

GAME WITH THESE TWO?"

"THEY’RE ALL YOURS," Amy boomed. "I STILL GOT MY GUY IN THE JAR, AND I CAN

GET MORE LITTLE PEOPLE ANY TIME I WANT."

"COOL," Jennifer said, looking down at Bob and Robin hugging each other in

fear between her giant thighs. "YOU REALLY LIKE YOUR LITTLE GIRLFRIEND THERE,

DON’T YOU BOB?" she asked. Bob nodded meekly, afraid of what might be coming

next. "WELL WHY DON’T YOU MAKE LOVE TO ME INSTEAD? JUST WALK RIGHT UP AND CLIMB

INTO MY PUSSY, MASSAGE MY CLIT, WHATEVER IT TAKES TO MAKE ME CUM."

Bob tightened his grip around Robin’s waist. He pulled her closer, and her

breast nudged against his cheek. "Fuck off, bitch!" he yelled.

"WELL IF YOU DON’T WANT TO, THEN I GUESS I’LL HAVE TO USE YOUR LITTLE WOMAN

THERE," Jennifer said, reaching for Robin. Bob held her as tightly as he could,

but Jennifer’s giant fingers simply slapped him away. She began to slowly push

Robin into her enormous cunt feet-first.

"No! Don’t do that! Please!" Bob yelled, running toward Jennifer’s crotch

where Robin was slowly disappearing. Suddenly a hand swept him away. He looked

up and saw Staci bending over the bed, her large breasts swinging freely

overhead. She had just stepped out of the shower.

"YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE, LITTLE MAN, NOW IT’S YOUR LITTLE GIRLFRIEND’S TURN,"

Staci’s booming laughter ended the sentence.

Jennifer plunged Robin in up to her neck while the other girls watched,

giggling. Bob watched too, in helpless horror.

"LET HIM GO, STACI," Jennifer said. "LET’S GIVE LITTLE LOVER BOY A CHANCE TO

SAVE HIS GIRLFRIEND." Looking down at Bob, she added, "IF YOU CAN PULL HER OUT

I’LL LET YOU BOTH LIVE. OTHERWISE SHE’LL DIE IN THERE, AND YOU’LL SPEND THE REST

OF YOUR LIFE AS MY PERSONAL SEX TOY. GOOD LUCK LITTLE MAN!"

Bob raced toward Robin’s screaming face, but Jennifer spread her legs a

little more and Robin disappeared between her enormous labia. Bob tried to climb

up Jennifer’s vulva, reaching inside of her to find Robin, but couldn’t keep his

balance. Meanwhile, his efforts were bringing Jennifer closer and closer to an

orgasm.

Finally his hand found one of Robin’s arms and he began pulling.

Inexplicably, Jennifer relaxed her muscles and allowed him to pull Robin out as

far as her stomach. But then Jennifer’s vaginal muscles clamped down again, and

Bob looked up to see an evil grin on her face. "KISS YOUR LITTLE LOVER GIRL

GOODBYE," she said.

Robin began screaming and Bob fought hard to keep her from being pulled back

in, but Jennifer’s muscles were much stronger than he was. She won the deadly

tug-of-war and pulled Robin back inside. Bob continued to fight, climbing

between Jennifer’s labia himself in an effort to save Robin, but Jennifer began

to climax and her cum washed him away, leaving Robin trapped inside.

Bob got up and continued his efforts to save his girlfriend, even though he

knew it was already too late. After a few minutes basking in the afterglow of

her orgasm, Jennifer reached in a couple of fingers and pulled Robin’s shattered

body out, dropping it in front of him.

Bob, too, felt shattered as he looked up at the evil giantess’ face. "LOOKS

LIKE YOU’RE ALL MINE NOW, BOBBY BOY," Jennifer said, and the other girls joined

in her laughter.

 

 

Dan watched helplessly from inside the jar as the girls got dressed. The

others agreed to let Jennifer keep Bob, and she dropped him down the front of

her panties just before she pulled her jeans back on. Once dressed, Amy placed

Dan’s jar on the nightstand, and the three girls watched him struggle, laughing

while reminiscing about the day’s fun, and coming up with ideas for the next

batch of little people Amy would kidnap.

The girls’ fun was interrupted when Dr. Fick burst into the room shouting.

"AMY, DID YOU STEAL THOSE LITTLE PEOPLE? WHERE ARE THEY? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH

THEM?" she demanded. Noticing Dan in the piss-filled jar on the nightstand, she

gasped. "WHAT DID YOU DO?" she yelled again.

"MOM, WE WERE JUST HAVING SOME FUN," Amy began to explain. "WHERE ARE THE

REST OF THEM?" Dr. Fick repeated.

Amy pointed to the wastebasket where the girls had dumped the bodies of Jim,

Matt, Dave, Rod and Robin, and Dr. Fick gasped again. "ARE THEY ALL DEAD? YOU

KILLED THEM ALL?" she demanded.

"BUT MOM, THEY’RE JUST INSECTS. THEY’RE NOT REALLY PEOPLE ANYMORE," Amy

explained.

"GET OUT OF HERE NOW," Dr. Fick yelled at all the girls. "YOU WAIT FOR ME

DOWNSTAIRS, AMY. YOU ARE IN BIG TROUBLE."

The girls left the room, and Dr. Fick began cleaning up any trace that the

little people had been there, throwing their gowns and several bloody Kleenex in

the wastebasket with the bodies. Despite Dan’s struggles, she seemed to be

ignoring him.

Finally she turned to face him, and Dan admired her features, the curve of

her body under her tight dress. He had always thought of Dr. Fick as an

extremely attractive woman, and had been happy to be one of her test subjects.

But now she looked at him with a frown on her face.

"I’M AFRAID I’M GOING TO HAVE TO GET RID OF YOU TOO, DAN," she said. "I HAVE

TO MAKE SURE NO ONE EVER FINDS OUT WHAT MY DAUGHTER DID TODAY. WHEN MY

COLLEAGUES AT THE LAB TOLD ME YOU SHRUNKEN PEOPLE WERE MISSING, I KNEW AMY MUST

HAVE TAKEN YOU, BUT I DON’T THINK ANYONE ELSE WILL FIGURE IT OUT. I’M SORRY, BUT

I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND."

With that, she picked up the jar and Dan was splashed around as she carried

it into the bathroom. She unscrewed the lid and he was finally able to catch a

breath of semi-fresh air, but then his world was upended as Dr. Fick poured the

contents of the jar — including him — into the toilet.

Fear hit Dan like a hammer as he tried to get a grip on the smooth white

porcelain. He looked up and saw Dr. Fick reaching for the handle.

"I’M REALLY SORRY ABOUT THIS," she said. "MAYBE SOMEDAY I’LL BE ABLE TO SAVE

LITTLE PEOPLE LIKE YOU."

With that, she pressed down on the handle and Dan was spun around in the

growing whirlpool. Reaching up helplessly toward the beautiful, giant woman,

Dan’s mouth and lungs filled with water and urine as he was pulled down into the

pipes.

Dr. Fick heard the little man scream as she watched him get flushed away

forever. When he was gone, she wiped away a tear and turned out the lights as

she left the room.

 

  * * *

 

Chapter 4: "... I wish I might ..."

(The following is an excerpt from "Small Dreams" by Charles Taggert,

coming in June 2002 from ZOT Publishing Inc.)

Loneliness — true loneliness — is a concept few people understand.

There had been times in my life before when I felt alone, but never like

this. I remember when I first moved across the country from my home in New

England, I felt utterly alone in a strange place. Then there were all the times

in my teenage years when girls shunned me, and I wasn’t sure if I’d ever find a

girlfriend. I had even experienced the death of my parents in a drunken-driving

accident when I was just 19.

But never anything like this.

I was in a new world, and at just four inches in height, I had no hope of

ever returning to the old one. Everything, and everyone, seemed totally out of

reach.

What a fool I had been to assume Valerie would enjoy me at my new size. Just

because this had been what I wanted, what made me think she’d want it too? She

wanted a man who could hold her close at night, kiss her passionately, and

massage her back after a long day at work. She wanted a man who would be there

for her, be a source of strength when she needed it. What she didn’t need was a

living sex toy, a pet she’d have to take care of the rest of her life with no

hope of the relationship ever becoming more than that. That was my dream, not

hers.

I paid the price for my foolishness, and in the process learned what

loneliness is all about.

Loneliness is watching the person you love stroll casually away, her face a

hundred feet above you, her long legs slowly disappearing into the distance with

each long stride.

Loneliness is watching cars speed by on a huge road while you cower in the

bushes, praying that one of them gets a flat tire so it will stop and the huge

people inside might find you and take you to safety. But at the same time, you

know those giants are part of another world now and don’t even know of your

existence, or your struggle for survival taking place so near.

Loneliness is watching birds and other animals with their companions, and

feeling envy because they’re with their own kind; but you are the only one of

your kind, left in a strange place to live out the rest of your days. At least

the animals had a home.

I don’t know how long I lived in those woods, wallowing in sorrow. I think it

was months. It seemed like forever.

I got lucky and found an empty plastic milk bottle by the side of the road on

that first day. Even at my diminutive size it wasn’t spacious and the entrance

mouth was a somewhat tight squeeze, but it was solid. It protected me from

nighttime predators, and it kept me dry when it rained.

I wish I could say I was as lucky with my menu. Water was no problem, since

there was a fresh stream nearby, but food was scarce.

At first I didn’t eat at all, letting anguish overtake me, hoping maybe I’d

starve to death and my miserable existence would end. But hunger has a way of

driving a person on, almost forcing him to find the will to survive. At first I

nibbled on leaves, but found them ultimately unsatisfying. I searched in vain

for any discarded food left by careless campers, or tossed from a passing car.

Then I came across an anthill. Even at my size, they were small enough to

pose no real threat. And I was just hungry enough that they were starting to

look tasty.

I tried to kill one by stepping on it, but my weight had been reduced so much

that its protective shell provided enough protection to leave it merely stunned.

I picked up a nearby pebble and smashed its head in, then debated how to best

eat its remaining body. Finally I used the pebble and my bare hands to rip it

open, then raised it to my mouth and began chewing on its innards.

The gag reflex overtook me, and I spat out the morsels of greasy meat I had

found. But in the end hunger won, and I started killing more and more of the

small black ants. I ate my fill, and gathered several of the remaining corpses

in a leaf wrapping to bring back to my milk bottle home. I had found the will to

survive, but it would be several more months before I found the will to live

again.

My new beginning came suddenly.

It had been a good day for me. I had found part of a discarded candy bar on

my daily roadside excursion. It had ants crawling all over it, and I killed

several of them to eat later. Then I feasted on the remnants of the candy bar

until my head seemed to float on a sugar high. Content, I dragged the ants I had

killed back to my milk bottle home on a leaf.

I lay back on my bed of leaves and feathers and snoozed the afternoon away.

Then I awoke to a sound I hadn’t heard in months — people talking. Young girls

from the sound of it. I could feel the vibrations in the ground as they came

closer.

I poked my head out the entrance of the milk bottle and looked up. I could

see them — two pretty young girls, maybe 13 or 14, strolling by the side of the

stream. They were the first humans I had seen since my ex-girlfriend left me

there alone. It seems strange, but after months of hoping someone would find me,

the sight of those giant girls scared me. They were so huge, they could trample

me underfoot, maybe without even noticing. My fear got the better of me and I

crawled back inside the bottle to hide.

I curled into the fetal position as their giant feet came closer, closer. For

one panicky moment, I thought one of the girls was about to step on my hiding

place. Then with just a casual swipe of her foot, she kicked my milk carton home

into the stream as she and her friend laughed over some shared joke.

I was knocked from one side of the bottle to the other, first from the impact

of the giant foot and then when the carton hit the water. The bottle bobbed in

the water, its entrance pointed skyward. Recovering my senses in the bottom, I

looked up helplessly. The exit seemed so close, but there was no way to scale

the sides of the bottle. And even if I could, I was still stuck floating down a

stream I didn’t dare try to swim in.

A sudden shock hit the plastic bottle and I landed on my butt again. A splash

of water hit me in the face. Looking through the semi-transparent sides of the

bottle, I could see the next jolt coming. The bottle was about to hit a rock!

For at least an hour my turbulent journey continued. The stream was filled

with large rocks, and each time the bottle hit one it would tip over, allowing

water to flow in the opening. The hole slowly came closer as I tread water in my

rapidly-flooding home. The bottle was going to sink, and like it or not, I was

going to have to try to swim to safety.

Soon the bottle hit another rock and flooded completely. I started to go down

with it until I was able to pull myself out of the opening and swim to the

surface.

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