This choice: With Liz asking for help cleaning her room. • Go Back...Chapter #4Waking Up A Sleeping Giantess by: Mr.Z   You walk out and see the ginormous hallway, now no longer seeming so empty as it is occupied by your mom and June walking down it. You follow them, sprinting to catch up with the long steps they take, ignoring the earth tremors caused by each step. Gwen and June fit perfectly in scale with the house, so does their clothes and the doors. The only thing that seems to stick out in scale is you. Instead of everything feeling large, you running next to your family members makes you feel like a living G.I. Joe doll. The only signs of accommodations for you and averaged sized people are the portraits along the wall, which are under giant sized versions much higher up, and small doors on the ground that are on the giant sized doors.
You finally caught up to Gwen and June as your mom stop and knocks on the door to your right. You take a breather to catch your breath, for them it was a couple of steps, but for you it was like running a block. *Knock* *Knock* "Liz, Honey, are you awake?" Gwen asks but gets no reply. Her hand reaches over for the door knob and jiggles it but it's locked. "She must be asleep, the little bed head. Steven do you think you can wake up your sister please?"
"Why *breathing* me?" You say, still trying to catch your breath.
"You're the only one who can get in there with the door locked." You look over to the door as June opens up the you sized door. It's like a doggy door but opening from the side and having a knob. "Liz keeps it locked so she doesn't get out when she sleepwalks." You remember that Liz use to sleepwalk when you two were younger. It's not safe to wake up someone when they're sleepwalking, so you or your parents use to guide her back to her room until she woke up. You can see how dangerous it would be for her to sleepwalk now that she is as tall as the rest of your family, so locking her bedroom door is probably the best thing to do. "Also while you are in there, can you help your sister clean up her room. It's starting to look like a pig sty."
"Okay, I'll go wake her up." Not wanting to be difficult with your huge mom until you get things figured out. You walk into her room and now you know what a giant fifteen year old girl's room looks like. It looks like how you remember her room usually does. Although you're not use to seeing it at the perspective of one of her Ken dolls, so this is a whole new experience for you. Walking in you see the pink painted walls stretch up into the sky, photos of her and everyone else through out her life decorate the walls with pictures around the ground and blown up ones higher up. Pictures of her in school and with her friends and some with you two hanging out. It's odd to see her so big compared to everyone else but no one seems to acknowledge it in the photos. You guess that this is just normal in this crazy new world. Looking around you see large furniture either made from scratch or mad from regular sized items. The TV she has looks like it was donated from a drive in theater, instead of an alarm clock on her huge nightstand, it's a grandfather clock. The ground is covered with clothes which are as big as circus tents to you. You walk up to her bed which is covered in a comforter that looks like it was stitched together by a bunch of pink and white comforters with their own different designs. Up on top is Liz, you can't see her but you definitely hear her as she snores extra loud now that you're in the same room as her.
*SSSNNNNOOOOORRRREEEEE*
"Hey Liz. Wake Up! Mom says it's time to Get Up!" You yell but are too far away for her to hear you. You figure the only way to get to her is to climb up. You aren't sure how you're going to do that but looking around you see a solution you wouldn't have thought of. At the foot of her bed there seems to have been built a ladder on the wooden bed frame. Like the rest of the house, it's constructed to give you and other people access you figured. You go to the foot of the bed and climbed up the ladder. At least you're getting your cardio work out this morning. Looking up as you make it to the top you see Liz is face down into her pillow as she is sleeping on her stomach. The bed covers are all bunched up around her mid section as it looks like she was moving and kicking around in her sleep. You begin the journey to get to her face, tripping over the unevenness of the mattress to get to her snoring face. You walk and climb and crawl through the soft land underneath you, finding it difficult as you sink in a bit with each step. You made it halfway, the sheets in front of you are bunched up into a large hill of clothing, grabbing onto the pink and white fabric, you pull yourself up and climb. "I *breath* have to *breath* find an easier way *breath* of doing this."
Getting up to the top of the fabric, you pull yourself onto the top and roll down a bit and landed on your back. Taking in the air you so desperately need and patting yourself on the back for getting over this hump. The ground you are on feel warm but not like the rest of the bed. It feels soft but not like quilt or fabric. It feels jiggly. You look down and see that you're resting on a white hill and looking over you see another white hill. Getting on your knees you see a crevice between the two hills and realize that you are resting on Liz's giant exposed ass. *SSSSNNNNOOOORRRREEEE* The snoring echoes around you as you see the source of the sound coming over a field of Liz's pajama covered back. The way she is sleeping she has her panties and bottoms pulled down to just under her bubble butt cheeks and her ass sticking out into the air as she is face down into her pillow. You've never noticed how big Liz's butt was, even at her normal height she had a pretty curvy hips to waist ratio and rounded cheeks. You've never looked because she was your fifteen year old sister but you can't help it now being on her butt. You then hear the sleeping giantess's voice as she talks in her sleep. "Mmm... Jackie...Chuck." It's the names of her school friends. "Cafeteria...Lunch...Hungry." She must be having a dream about eating lunch at school with her friends. Liz gets up from her pillow and then falls back down on it, the movement almost causes you to tumble off of her and off of the bed but you grab onto her booty and stay on as she lays back down. You then see her hand in the distance move around as if it was looking for something. It wonders around the nightstand close to it and grabbed something, you don't know what but her hand then moves closer to you. Over head you see a grandfather clock in her palm. It comes closer to you and you close your eyes, expecting it to hit you. After a moment, you realize you weren't dead and you opened your eyes. The clock didn't fall on you, thank goodness, it was just placed in Liz's ass crack.
"Liz!" You shout out for her to hear but know that she wouldn't. "Liz, what are you doing!?" You see her index finger and thumb holding the clock as she has it circling her wrinkly hole in the middle of her valley of flesh. It then sinks into her anus, which looks like the Sarlacc pit from Star Wars. (The original edit, not the updated ones.) The clock sinks deeper into it until only the face is sticking up. then Liz's index finger presses it into her backside. Her finger sinks into it knuckle deep then she pulls it out. You know people do strange things when they sleepwalk but did Liz always shove things into her ass? No, this has to be part of the curse right or not? In your shock and confusion, you didn't notice the hand coming for you and Liz's fingers snatch you up off of her cheek. "Liz, help. Wake up you idiot, wake up, wake up, Wake Up!" You are brought closer to her brown anus and are rubbed up against it. Lucky for you it isn't dirty but you do not want to ever get this close to a butt, no matter how clean it is. You are lifted up and get one final view of Liz's full ass before you feel her index finger positioning itself in the middle of your back and pushes you forward through Liz's tight fleshy hole. What happens next.
Option 1: The witch's curse has made you immune to the inner bowels of your family. Allowing you to live through their digestive which would chock out, poison, or digest any other person. This allows you to survive being eaten by your family but not to avoid the grossness of being inside them.
Option 2: The witch's curse has drastically changed the insides of your family to become livable to most people. The gases in their digestive tract and other parts are breathable and there doesn't seem to be any acids for feces. You can actually live a couple of days inside of your family members if you want. This makes their insides more cartoonish and less realistic.
Option 3: Liz wakes up and pulls you out. I usually don't describe these ending options but I felt this one needed a little explaining. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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