This choice: She ducks into a restroom. • Go Back...Chapter #7Found... but are you saved? by: rockstatic  You know right away that you're getting a reaction: your tight enclosure becomes damp, then outright wet, and then you feel the muscles around you tensing up and quickening. You suspect the giantess student from the coffeehouse is now walking somewhere, but you're not sure where. It feels like at least a few minutes though, making you wonder if maybe she doesn't feel you at all. You wonder for a second if maybe she feels you just fine but doesn't want it to stop. That thought makes you smile.
You realize soon enough that you really can't tell when your giant traveling companion is walking, or running, or just shifting around. It's all just moving to you. So after a few minutes of wetness all around you, you have no idea what's happened. You do notice, though, when she stops, and then, for a brief second, everything feels ... looser somehow. Then the light comes in.
You can tell from the sudden drop, even before your eyes adjust to the light, that this girl is taking off her pants. It's now or never. As your eyes adjust, you see you're in a bathroom stall in a public restroom. And a very pretty, very titanic girl staring at you, shocked.
While enclosed in darkness, you had forgotten how small you are. You couldn't begin to calculate your size, or how tall she was at your height, but you're small enough that you're standing in the crotch of her panties without any fear of falling off one of the sides. It's more than a little terrifying.
Fortunately, maintaining your senses, you cup your mouth and start shouting. You know she can't hear you, but by cupping your mouth you figure she'll realize you're trying to communicate. Sure enough, she carefully moves her right hand to the side of her panties, being careful not to jostle anything, and with her left index finger slowly pushes you off the side into her waiting palm. It's an odd feeling having a tree trunk shoving you, but you manage to keep up with it and soon enough you fall from fabric onto palm. It's warm, and fairly soft. Not bad. Knowing what's about to come, you lie down on your back and brace yourself for the ride up.
As it turns out, it's not so bad, as she moves you up slowly and carefully. She tips her hand by her right ear just enough for you to crawl on in. Hanging around at the bottom of your earlobe, you shout out: "CAN YOU HEAR ME?" She whispers "yes," easily loud enough for you to hear, but quiet enough that any other girls in the bathroom won't be weirded out by a one-sided conversation. Finally, communication!
"OK, I can explain," you start. "I know this looks terrible, and I'm sorry I had to do it. I found this gun that shrinks things, and I played around with it in the coffeeshop. I accidentally shrank myself way too small on that chair, and I dropped the gun on the floor. Then you sat down and almost crushed me. The problem is you couldn't hear me shouting, and I was only able to reach your zipper. I had to find a way to communicate, so I crawled inside you and started getting you active. I know you're upset to find me like this, but this was the plan all along. I'm sorry and I hope you can forgive me. I need your help."
You tense up and wait. Even in the best circumstances, this would be tough for a girl to deal with. You hope she's not too upset.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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