It seemed like it had happened in the blink of an eye. One moment, Heather had just crawled out from beneath her swimsuit and was staring up at the hot sun, trying to comprehend what had happened. The next, her world was totally dark, and by the feel of it she was encased in flesh.
Her stomach lurched as the hand ascended rapidly. She was thankful at least that whoever this normal-sized person was she wasn't squeezing her and Nick. Her panicked mind raced through a list of possibilities of the kind of person they were at the mercy of. Could it be someone they knew? Maybe another couple? Some older pervert?
The hand opened, and an enormous head was blocking the brightness of the sun. She got to her feet on the soft, yielding flesh of a huge, pale palm. The giant person was holding them up to their eye, which was dark and green and surrounded by copious amounts of mascara. Heather could also see strands of long, wavy blonde hair and the top of a narrow, pretty nose from her vantage point. The sensation of being so close to a living thing that was so massive terrified her, and she clutched her husband, while also trying to cover herself.
"Wow," breathed a woman's voice. The hand moved away. The girl holding them looked about 20 years old. Her pale face had makeup to make it paler, but not unnaturally so. Her thin lips were painted a dark cherry red, and Heather noted that she was very pretty, with narrow cheeks and gentle eyes. Despite the horror of their situation, she felt more and more reassured that they had at least fallen into the clutches of someone caring.
"This is a dangerous place for someone so small," said the giantess. A massive finger larger than a tree trunk approached the tiny couple. The fingernail was covered in black nail polish, and there was an ankh tattoo on the woman's wrist. Heather whimpered, and she and her husband tried to move away on the uneven surface, but the finger stroked the backs of the two tinies as gentle as could be.
"My name is Shelly. A bunch of people just disappeared all of a sudden, but I guess they all shrunk somehow. Everyone who didn't shrink at this beach is going around looking for them. I'm so glad I got to you before some creep. I know you little things must be scared right now, but, like, this is freaking amazing." She sounded almost ecstatic, like finding two shrunken people was the coolest thing she had ever seen. "I'm going to put you somewhere safe, now, ok?" The hand descended down the giantess's body. She wasn't really dressed for the beach, wearing a tight black shirt with long sleeves and ripped jeans that went up to her skinny waist. As she seemed to be a goth girl or something, Heather guessed she didn't want to tan her pale skin. The hand gently tipped, and the two tinies fell to the bottom of her pocket. She couldn't see what else was around her, but it felt like there was something soft, and it smelled like mints. The jean fabric rustled as the giantess walked.
"How the hell are we going to get out of this?" asked Nick.
Heather didn't know how to respond. They were extremely vulnerable to a myriad of dangers at this size. They could be dropped, stepped on, eaten, or even die from simply being neglected by the giant world around them.
They next thing they knew, the giant fingers were fishing them out, and the two tinies were deposited on...
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