This is the perfect situation for you. You've long wanted to shrink yourself in the presence of a real live woman, but that always seemed like too tough a task. How do you avoid getting stepped on? How do you deal with a woman being uncomfortable with you invading your personal space? How do you find a woman who's comfortable with a little man at all?
You have the perfect solution in Megan. After giving her the standard spiel about how she's not to let anyone find out about your control over her, and how she's never do anything that would disobey your orders, you tell her to strip down to her bra and panties. Megan is model-hot, so this is an amazing sight, especially since she's a total bitch who never would have gotten to this point with you if she were still running the show. You devote a moment towards taking in her beauty, and then you switch the gun to "shrink," point it at yourself, and fire.
All of a sudden you're standing right in front of the giantess Megan, in the kitchen that the two of you share. You look up, and up, and up, and you see her where her two legs collide at her tight panties, followed by a toned stomach, beautiful tits and a gorgeous face up top that you can barely make out. It's a majestic sight, and it's your pleasure to spend a few moments drinking in the view.
Eventually you decide you want to move on. "MEGAN!" you shout, hoping she hears you. "BEND DOWN AND PICK ME UP!" You're not sure whether you'll have to turn something into a megaphone to get your giantess roommate to hear you, but it turns out you have no need. Megan bends down and puts her hand on the floor, and you step onto her palm, cradled to make sure there's no way you fall out. "LIFT ME UP TO YOUR FACE!" you shout, and Megan starts to stand up. "SLOWLY!" you add, and Megan slows down, allowing you to see the world rise all about you without having to worry about motion sickness. You pass by her panties and bra as Megan holds you up to her face.
Fortunately, Megan has her hand tilted somewhat. At first you were a bit annoyed that you couldn't stand up on her intentionally crooked palm, but sitting in front of her titanic face, you understand. Literally you can see nothing beyond your roommate's face, with her giant eyes darting this way and that, and the nostrils breathing in and out, causing a stiff wind that would have knocked you hundreds of feet to the ground were Megan not holding you just so. It's an incredible feeling: sure you've felt breezes before, but never one created by a college sophomore standing in her dorm. It's blissful to know that she must obey all your commands.
"PUT ME ON TOP OF YOUR DRESSER," you shout, and Megan complies. The experience of being carried across a room is astounding: the natural but subtle dips and rises in her hand makes you feel like you're on an amusement park ride, but you're traveling so quickly. In only a few seconds you reach the dresser in Megan's room, whereupon she lowers her palm and spreads it out, giving you an easy surface from which to drop off. "FACE ME," you order.
Megan thus stands, facing her dresser, staring straight ahead of her. You, right down below, are essentially face-to-face with her titanic panties. You'll be the first to admit that you've lusted after your gorgeous roommate for some time, and now here she is, ready to be explored, all over, with nothing she can do to stop you. You really wouldn't mind going after that giant body of hers.
"MEGAN, TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PLANS TONIGHT," you yell up, and she responds with something about meeting some friends and going out to a bar. You have an idea, though, that might complicate her plans.
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