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"Lord! I wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing."
Scott Chelgren
Wayzata High School
Wayzata, Minnesota
That was pretty fun.
It had been too long since I'd done that--brought a girl off without
her even knowing I was there. I'd rarely done it intentionally.
But it was lots of fun--good for the ego, you know.
I was resting in the afterglow of the moment when Tanya rose.
I was almost caught unaware. Almost. But I've learned to be
fast on my feet; I held myself fast to one of her hairs, and hoped that
next hour would be even more fun
We arrived at our destination soon enough. I tried to figure
out where we were from the muffled sounds coming from outside. Then,
suddenly, a bit of light began to shine through the fabric--not much, but
enough for me to realize that Tanya had removed her skirt.
Instinctively, I dropped into her panties. I didn't know
what Tanya was doing, but I could think of one or two things that would
have been at the least unpleasant for a person standing in her bush.
So I dropped into the panties as she began to remove them. I think
it was a good decision.
No sooner had the panties hit the floor than they were rising again. She was lifting them--where? I got my answer in short order, when they were dropped on top of a pile of Tanya's clothes.
We were in the locker rooms! I should have known.
* * *
D.X. Machina
Uptown
Minneapolis, Minnesota
"Teri, let me explain, I-"
But she was already shaking her head, and sighing. "It's
not bad enough that you skip town, disappear without telling any of us
where you're going, and refuse to talk to anyone. Now you're back
like six years haven't passed, and I'm supposed to just accept it, right?"
"Teri, I-"
"Stow it!" she said, backing be towards the wall. For a
girl who was less than five feet tall, Teri could be forceful. Then
again, I've had plenty of time to learn that size is relative. "Jake,
it's bad enough you do all that-but you blocked your mind to me!
Why?"
I groaned, internally. "Teri, it's...it's a long story."
She frowned, and looked and me with a withering look. "I
thought you'd say that. Jake, I vowed a while ago that I'd do something
if I ever saw you again. Well...it's again." She sighed, and
looked down as if to summon the strength of the ages. When she looked
up, she was intent. She smiled, slightly, and said, "Yes. Now."
And with that, she stepped forward, pulled my head down to hers,
and kissed me.
* * *
Scott Chelgren
They say that those who do not learn from the lessons of history
are condemned to repeat them.
I was in a sportsbra.
Now, don't get me wrong. There are certainly worse places
to be than the sportsbra of an attractive high school student. But
there are certainly better ones, too. And there are most definitely
safer ones.
But when life hands you melons, make melon balls, I always say.
It was, of course, my own damn fault that I ended up here.
When Tanya took her panties off, and I had a chance to look around, I knew
exactly where I was, and what dangers awaited me here. I'd been in
this position before, you see. So I didn't try to make a run for
it. There'd be plenty of time for me to seek out a new hostess later.
Instead, I resolved to simply bide my time in Tanya's locker, and when
she came back, I'd leave with her.
Simple.
Right.
Nothing is simple, lately.
I watched in bored fascination as Tanya put on her gym clothes-granted,
the novelty was wearing off after six months, but it was still mighty impressive
that an eight hundred foot tall woman was able to move, let alone go through
all the gymnastics involved in getting dressed.
Had I not been watching Tanya, I probably would've seen the other
girl walking up to the bench. It probably wouldn't have been such
a surprise when she dropped her leotard on top of me.
But hindsight is 20:20.
When the world went dark, I cursed, and tried to figure a way
out of my predicament. The outfit was heavy, and while I could've
withstood it without too much trouble, I found myself trying to lift the
fabric off me by clutching the fabric and holding it over my head.
I was clutching the fabric when the girl lifted the leotard, and
began to put it on.
I was holding onto a scrap of cloth on the lower anterior portion
of the leotard. That is to say, I was on the outside, on the part
of the leotard that covered the girl's ass. This would've been okay-I
got a good view, and she had a very nice ass-but she wasn't quite done
dressing. She sat down to put her shoes on.
Having been crushed nearly to death once, and having found the
experience less than enjoyable, I decided that I should probably try to
leap to safety.
I leapt seconds before butt met bench, and I rolled safely to
a stop. I started to turn to get a better look at the girl, when
I suddenly felt myself being lifted.
I had landed right on Tanya's sportbra.
This was not good.
* * *
D.X. Machina
Do you remember the girl you had the biggest crush on in High
School? Maybe she was a cheerleader, or the Homecoming Queen.
In my case, she was a friend-but only a friend. That was always clear
to me, I thought. At any rate, I had known she was too pretty, too
smart, and too cool to ever, ever think of me as anything else.
I was wrong.
After what seemed an eternity, we broke from that kiss.
It was a kiss I had always imagined, always wondered about. Now,
I had reached that moment when fantasy and reality intersected.
People always say the fantasy is better than the actual event.
Bullshit.
This was better than I could've dreamed. And I had dreamed.
I looked at Teri. She was smiling lazily. She swept
her hair back, and I sighed.
"See what you've been missing, Jake?" she said, quietly.
* * *
Scott Chelgren
I could hear the muffled sound of music from outside the world
of Tanya's breasts that I now inhabited. Damn schools for instituting
step aerobic classes! Then again, I knew I should count my blessings.
The last time this had happened, it was volleyball.
At least I could time this. Tanya would go up on one and
two, down on three and four. I knew where her breasts would go, and
I just rode the wave. I was helped by the fact that Tanya's breasts
weren't overwhelmingly large. Maybe a B cup at most. And they
were firm, which meant they didn't move too badly. Oh, it was a rough
ride. But for the first time in a long time, I thanked heaven that
the girl whose breasts I was touching wasn't a double-D.
After an endless time, the class ended, and we headed back to
the locker rooms.
This day's adventure was about to begin.
* * *
D.X. Machina
It was about twenty minutes later, after some more kissing, and
lazy, cheerful discussion about our high school days, that I began to notice
something odd.
I don't think most men would've noticed, but I'm used to these
things.
I was shrinking.
And the process was speeding up.
I excused myself for a minute, and used Teri's restroom.
I tried to focus on my size. I was definitely smaller-I'd dropped
about half a foot since our first kiss. I could control it still-I
knew that if I wanted to, I could will the size change away.
Why was Teri shrinking me? Never mind, she has cause.
I'd better stop the process before she's sure it works...
But I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. Did I really
want to do that?
And miss the opportunity to see Teri as a giantess?
What am I, nuts?
I returned to the room, my clothes fitting looser than usual.
"Remember Kevin Sullivan?" I asked, giving Teri a peck on the cheek.
"What ever happened to him?"
This was going to be a fun afternoon.
* * *
Scott Chelgren
I dropped onto the bench, tired and happy to be only kind of bruised.
I smelled of Tanya's sweat-not a bad smell, but not necessarily a good
one, either. I was really just in the mood for a shower and a nap.
But that defeated the concept of the adventure I was on, didn't
it?
Well, maybe not. But I was doing what I was doing, and nothing
was going to stop me quite yet, I didn't think.
I watched Tanya grab some soap and head to the showers, just as
the girl who had almost crushed me earlier sat down with a whumpf! on the
bench.
Now that I got a look at her, I realized she was quite attractive.
She was wearing jeans and a tight, tight sweater that showed off quite
a lot of her assets. She had dark skin, dark eyes, and dark hair-she
was bewitching.
I decided it was time for me to make my change.
I headed over to her.
I was dwarfed by her thigh, towering over me as she pulled on
her keds three hundred feet below. I saw my ticket presently; a loose
thread from her sweater, dangling down to arm's reach. I grabbed
it, and began to climb.
This might just be fun, I thought.
* * *
D.X. Machina
I waited a long time before I "discovered" my predicament.
Almost two hours, and I'd shrunk about a foot and a half, by my estimation.
The process was speeding up, too; I'd lost a full foot in the last half
an hour. I expected that Teri wanted me very small, indeed.
Teri had left the room to go get us some Scotch; the good stuff,
single malt, we both have a taste for the stuff. I stood up as she
left, and smiled in spite of myself. My clothes were hanging off
me at odd angles. Well, it made sense. I was about four-foot-four
at this point. I found myself getting excited at the prospect of
a six-foot-nine Teri walking into the room. What can I say?
There was a reason I went into the GTS business, and it wasn't the hours.
Teri walked back in, and when she saw me standing there, a big
grin played out over her face. I don't think I even had to feign
shock. She was a vision.
Of course, I was still unsure as to whether she was a good or
bad vision, but I was willing to take the risk to find out.
"What-what's happened to me?" I stammered.
"You're shrinking, Jake. You see, I found some friends last
year, and I talked to them about my situation with you. Yes, you
Jake, even after all, I was still moping about losing you as a friend and,
well, maybe something else. But Veronica told me what I could do
to keep you mine forever."
I let my mind go blank at that point, bec ause I knew the name
Veronica. Veronica Ceres. Vice President of the Athena League.
My sworn enemy. And someone who I had last dealt with in Madison.
But-could Teri really know about the league? Did she know
me by my trade name?
"Jake, when she said I could keep you in a dollhouse, I thought
she was crazy. But she was right. And now you're mine, for
as long as I want you."
"How did you know I'd come back?" I asked, reaching out with my
mind. Yes, I could still stop this, reverse this, at any time.
I just didn't want to.
"I always knew you would, someday. You just surprised me
by how fast it was. So much the better," she said, walking over towards
me. For a girl who was almost seven feet tall by my reckoning, Teri could
be forceful. But then again, size is relative.
I just hoped she would be a gentle giantess. This was a
dream come true so far. I'd no desire to wake myself up any time
soon.
* * *
Scott Chelgren
I could have gone on climbing, but I was tired, and the girl was
sitting at her desk. The desktop was the size of a football field,
and it was just sitting there, thousands of square feet of flat desk that
I could lie down on.
So I was lying down beneath the front cover of the girl's biology
book. I was listening to the discussion in class about the theoretical
limits of cell size, and I laughed in spite of myself. My existence
was proof that much of the biology I'd been taught was wrong, or at best,
incomplete. I wondered what would happen if I showed myself to the
world here in this class. Nah. That would only be exciting
until some government scientist decided to vivisect me.
I walked out into the light of day and onto a sheet of paper.
I didn't realize I'd done so until the paper was picked up.
I was on top of a worksheet that was being handed in.
Oops.
I was fortunate. The girl (Nakisha, according to the worksheet)
was the third-to-last person in line to hand in her paper, so I wasn't
crushed by a mass of assignments. Instead, I listened until the bell
sounded, and as the class emptied, I slid myself out from under the papers,
and dropped to the desk below.
It was then I spied her. She was making a note of something
for the next class period. She was dressed in a light dress, and
her blond hair cascaded down around her shoulders. She was maybe
thirty, probably younger. And she was lovely.
I smiled in spite of myself. It seemed that I was hot for
teacher.
