So there you are, minding your own business and looking through the stacks of books in your college library. You know you're in pretty substantial danger: you could be stomped on by an unsuspecting passerby, you could encounter a bug or, God forbid, a small animal, and you could get yourself trapped somewhere from which you can't escape, only to starve to death. It's almost enough to make you wish you had thought this through before you shrank yourself. Almost. It's still pretty fun just hanging around giant objects like the books in the library, and this is just a minor snafu. As soon as you find somebody who looks helpful, you'll get the gun, get back to your normal size, and finally get to play around with the gun while you still have some control over it.
The walk back to the study area of the library is long, and not much happens as you move from one row of books to the next. You decide not to try to stop anyone who passes by: they'd probably be too big to stop, and you don't exactly want to stand in the middle of the hallway and flap your arms in hopes that they don't step on top of you. You wouldn't mind if they did see you and stopped, but you're not going to try to do that right now. So you walk down aisle after aisle of books, ducking down the aisle whenever someone walks past. After about 45 minutes of this, you're bored as all hell, but otherwise, it's all good.
You're finally starting to make some headway, to the point where you think you can see the main study room way up ahead, when disaster strikes. Another giant comes strolling down the hallway to find a book in the stacks, but this time it's not a staffer or any other student: it's your ex-girlfriend! Her name is Lindsay, and she's tall and beautiful. You haven't talked to her in the year since you broke up with her, and you've heard she's really bitter over how it all went down. She's now wearing a bright blue t-shirt and short shorts, which looks great on her, but you are certain that she would be a terrible choice as your giantess rescuer. She's still a ways down, so you slide off the main hallway into an aisle of books. You stand around and wait for her to pass by like every other giant who's passed by.
You hear her footsteps stop for half a second, and then they start again with a slightly quicker place. You get an awful feeling and, just to be sure, you sidle up to a stack of books. She might have seen something, in which case you better stand off to the side. If she's looking at all towards the ground, you'd be in plain sight in the middle of the aisle. Figures that the one person to see anything would be your ex-girlfriend, but you're still pretty sure that nothing is actually out of the ordinary.
Seconds later, her beautiful face comes around the corner with a curious expression. She's clearly seen something, and she doesn't look like she's about to just walk on by. You know that sooner or later she'll see you standing there next to the shelf, so you hop up onto the bottom row of books and make a run for it. It shouldn't be too hard to hide behind a bunch of books, and then even if she did see you, there's no way she's getting you out. This is a bigger scare than you imagined, but at least you have a solution.
Or so you thought: Right as you're about to cower in between the bookshelves and hide, a set of horizontal tree trunks lurches in front of you and almost immediately closes around your chest. You get a sinking feeling and your legs turn to jelly, which proves irrelevant as you're being swept up into the air faster than you can think. You do see Lindsay's toned figure swooping by you as you're raised up in the air, but you don't have time to register anything until you're stopped, still in her fist, in front of her gorgeous face. You've had this fantasy before, but you never imagined you'd feel so terrified, and you also had assumed you'd be more confident that she didn't want to kill you.
You wait for her to say something, but she doesn't. You search her face for an expression, but she's just staring back at you with a look of absolute shock. You wonder for a moment if you should say something first, but you don't know what you'd even say.
Without a word, Lindsay swoops you around again, and with her other hand puts down her bookbag and unzips it. She reaches in, drops you unceremoniously, and zips it back up. Before the light vanishes, you see you're in the bookbag with a giant textbook and an equally tall notebook. You lean against them and hope the giant books don't lean over and crush you. You also hope you'll be going to class soon.
Unfortunately, the bookbag keeps moving for what seems like an eternity, and eventually you admit to yourself that you're probably not going to class. Of course, you have no sense of time in there, so you really can't say where you might be. At least, that is, until the motion all of a sudden stops, and you feel the bag being lowered and eventually placed on the ground. Finally, some answers. A few moments later, you hear the zipper open, see a flood of light, and then find Lindsay's titanic face once again staring down on you.
She reaches in and grips you around her hand, and this time you don't resist. What would be the point? She lifts you out and, again saying nothing, starts to walk. You look around and see you're in the studio apartment you've spent many nights in before, this time stunning in its enormous size. You eventually look forward and see that Lindsay is walking you over to her dresser.
It looks the same as it always has, but with one difference: an empty circular fishbowl. You realize instantly what it means, and despite the insanity of trying to escape, you start to struggle against the grip of her fist. She only tightens her grasp, and eventually reaches her fist into the fishbowl. She lowers you to the bottom, and then drops you into this house of glass.
You're about chest level to your giant ex-girlfriend. You stare one second at her beautiful breasts, now amazingly enormous, before looking up at her face. She smiles, her first real expression of the day, her face beaming with satisfaction. You're in deep shit.
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