Jake pulled up to the gate of what he assumed was a house. Large stone walls surrounded the area, along with massive trees. This certainly seemed to be out of place in rural Tennessee.
Jake got out of his truck - an old Chevy S10 he’d had since he was 16 - and walked up to the gate. He pulled out his phone and double checked the address with the one on the gate’s stone pillar above the mailbox.
“Yup, this is it,” he mumbled to himself.
Jake saw a small box with a speaker and a button. He assumed this was how he communicated to be let in. He had met Helen online in a chat room. She was from England, and had retired to Tennessee after her husband died. He had been a wealthy banker, but she didn’t enjoy the ritzy lifestyle they’d shared once he was gone.
She’d shared her fantasies with Jake, how since she was young she’d dreamed of holding a tiny person in her hand. Although her life had went through many changes, the fantasy had never left.
Jake had had a similar fantasy, but wished to be the tiny person. Helen told Jake through the benefit of her wealth she could make their dreams come true. She wasn’t what he’d imagined in his fantasy. He’d always pictured women, make believe, who’d have been super models. Helen was in her late 50s. Her face, in the pictures he’d seen, didn’t quite show her age, but she was obviously older than him. Yet very pretty. She stood 5’5” and admitted she weighed around 200 lbs. She confessed she indulged too much in chocolate, cigarettes, and tea.
She also told Jake that part of her fantasy was that, once shrunk, he’d be hers, and she’d expect to be able to use him as she saw fit. But that she also wanted it to be a lasting, meaningful relationship, so he had nothing to worry about. Submissiveness and a lack of control was a big part of Jake’s fantasy, and ultimately was what made him agree to meet Helen.
Of course, Jake was very skeptical that any of this was real. Shrinking just wasn’t possible. But worse case scenario he’d make a friend outside of his comfort zone he could share his fantasies with.
Jake walked up and pressed the button, and was immediately surrounded by a flash of light. He regained his vision after a few seconds and his surroundings had changed dramatically. He realized he was on a glass table in a solarium. In front of him across from the table was a wicker couch with a large white cushion. The room was full of greenery. The whole setup looked incredibly lavish.
Jake walked slowly around the table trying to take everything in. A couple of romance novels were stacked on the table which dwarfed him. A large crystal ashtray with a green pack of Davidoff cigarettes - Helen was British - sat just close to the edge. Comparing himself to the cigarette pack, Jake figured he was around an inch tall. He also hated smoking, but accepted Helen smoked since this felt like the only chance he’d live out his fantasy.
He saw a mug which looked expensive, with steam rising out of it, which he assumed was hot tea, sitting on a saucer in the middle of the table. As he made his way over to it, he was engulfed by a huge shadow.
“Ah, you must be Jake,” a soft but raspy feminine voice said. He turned around to see Helen. She was absolutely gigantic, and she had a small pitcher which she was using to pour milk into her tea.
“Uh yes ma’am… Helen I mean… uh yes, I’m Jake.”
Jake couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Everything being huge was one thing, but seeing a giantess in front of him was overwhelming. He watched as Helen sat the pitcher down and made her way to the couch. She wore a long purple shirt which extended over her black leggings. It was a little tight, her large breasts and belly outlined and visible. Her salt and pepper hair was shoulder length, and hung nicely around her face.
“I’ve waited fifty years for this moment,” Helen said, sitting. “And honestly doubted it would ever come. But seeing you on my sunroom table is certainly exciting.”
Helen reached for her tea and sipped it, and placed it back down.
“Uh yes ma’am, this is surreal,” Jake stammered.
Helen slid a cigarette from her packet and stood it on the table beside of Jake, making him stumble.
“Now don’t be afraid,” she said. “I merely wanted to see how tall - or small - you are. About an inch. I was told you’d be somewhere between one and six inches tall, but for my preference smaller was better. Of course I was willing to take what I could get,” she laughed. Helen placed the cigarette between her lips and lit it, and let it dangle. She slowly reached for Jake.
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