Shrunken at Home

To explain the feeling of flying when you're smaller than a dust mite is surprisingly difficult. Time slows to the point where it feels like it stopped altogether, The speed in which you fly through the air feels like it should kill you, but it doesn't. The feeling of being bound by gravity all your life is absent, and instead of falling you just sort of float in the air, waiting to slowly drift back down to the floor where, if you're lucky, you won't be stepped on or eaten by the aforementioned dust mites.

The feeling though? The weightlessness of floating in the cool humid air brought on by your glistening older sister? It was almost worth the risks. Hell, even though it would be one hell of an anticlimactic death you couldn't help but laugh at the mental image of being killed because a fly flew into you. The sheer irony would almost be worth it!

You couldn't see where Annie was; your back was turned to her, and instead all you saw was the expanse of the hallway. It was like when you first saw the ocean in person, and saw just how far it stretched into the horizon; no matter how hard you squinted, you couldn't see the end.

You were reliving that very feeling now, except this time it wasn't the ocean that was too vast to comprehend, but the very expanse of the hallway you walked through every day. At your diminutive size it was endless; just like the ocean no matter how hard you squinted, you couldn't even see the wall at the end of the room.

And then all of that wonder and magic ended as time resumed it's normal pace, and you flew up into the pink depths of Annie's cunt. All at once your senses were dominated by what was your sister's nether regions; the air became unbearably humid, and the temperature radiating from her womanhood, something that to her probably wasn't even noticeable, was like being bathed in an inferno to you. You weren't sure if you were sweating, or if the dampness of your skin was from the air.

And the smell, oh gods it was nauseating! You held your breath, covered you nose and mouth with your hands, but it was already in your lungs, coating your tongue and saturating your very body with it's indescribably pungent musk. You wanted -no, needed to get out of her; but to your horror you were still flying deeper, and as if to drive home the point of just fucked you were you realized that Annie was standing, unaroused, with her cunt basically closed, and you vanished between her lips with miles of space around you to spare. She wasn't a goddess; she was a fucking planet, and you just got a one way trip into her private depths.

You flailed, thrashed, squirmed -anything to just try and stop your ascent. But no matter how hard your struggled, you just kept flying until you vanished, completely, into her depths. It was too dark to see; you were either heading into her cervix, or you managed to get 'lucky' and disappeared into her urethra. You weren't sure which was worse.

For her part, Annie chose this moment to decide she was done fiddling with the thermostat and started walking. On the bright side, her movement caused you to stop flying. Downside was that meant you were now glued to the whatever part of her vagina you managed to reach -likely till death due you part.

There was no light that shown between Annie's thighs, no sounds loud enough to make it past the roaring of her veins, any scents were overpowered by the cloying stench of her womanhood as it forced it's way into your lungs, and likewise the only thing your tongue would allow you to taste was the very same. You're body was drenched in a mix of sweat and vaginal humidity, and since Annie was moving your insides felt like they were being compressed; you might as well have been sensory deprived.

She stopped moving. Before you could so much as try to unstick yourself from her walls, your world lurched downward; Annie must be sitting down! In that moment of calm you desperately struggle to get free.You couldn't help but think of all the Giantess stories you read, and all the times the protagonist ended up in some girl's pussy. Being in that spot now? It wasn't even close to being the great experience people like to imagine it to be. It wouldn't be easy finding your way out of her crotch, but you had to try.

Whatever Annie was doing out there, it was probably your best shot at escaping.