With a satisfied nod, Freeman looks down at the recorder and says "EXPERIMENT NUMBER ONE IS A RESOUNDING SUCCESS. FURTHER EXPERIMENTATION NEEDED OF COURSE, BUT FOR NOW WE ARE RIGHT ON TRACK." She hits stop on the recorder and moves her long red hair out of the way as she looks down at you. She's trying to appear as non-threatening as possible, but she's an absolute monolith of humanity, with her shadow casting down on what seems like miles of ground at your height. She smirks and points down at her toe, saying "GOOD JOB MEETING ME IN THE MIDDLE THERE. SORRY IF YOU FELT LIKE I WAS GONNA SQUASH YOU DOWN THERE. BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY, I'M ALWAYS EXTRA CAREFUL WITH MY LITTLE SUBJECTS. WHAT DO YOU SAY WE GET YOU AWAY FROM MY TOES?" She lays her hand down flat on the edge of the sandal with her pinkie finger laid directly against the sandal material. You hop over the seemingly troublesome gap between the shoe and her hand and quickly run down the length of her finger to her waiting palm. Her hand smells like strawberries, which must be the scent of the lotion she uses on her soft skin. You can tell that she's trying to stifle a laugh as you scatter across the length of her pinkie, trying not to let your little feet tickle her skin. When you find yourself in the center of the tan, lined surface, the world seems to rise around you as the professor lifts her hand off the ground. She brings you up to about chest level and looks down at you with the world's largest smile. She holds her other hand up and brings her index finger up and down, giving you a tiny little wave. You respond in kind and she giggles, whispering "HEY CUTIE." You try and shout up to her to say something, but your little voice won't carry that far. At your height, the only way she'd be able to hear you is if you were actually in her ear pressed against her eardrum. She notices your efforts and smiles, saying "SORRY, LITTLE GUY. I WON'T BE ABLE TO HEAR YOU WHILE YOU'RE MINIATURIZED. EVEN IF I COULD, I'M SURE ALL I'D HEAR ARE SQUEAKS." You didn't REALLY need to feel smaller than you already were, but if any news were going to do it, that would be it.
Freeman uses a magnifying glass from the table to observe you a little bit closer, occasionally taking notes and humming to herself. Her voice is so deep and loud that even the simplest of hums vibrates through the air and shakes through your feet.
Standing on her palm is an odd but definitely not unpleasant experience, as the pleasurable scent from her lotion and the heat from her body almost rock you into a comfortable haze. Freeman looks down at you and without missing a beat asks "TAKING IN EVERYTHING? HOW DO MY HANDS SMELL? I HOPE THEY'RE CLEAN ENOUGH FOR YOU." You are a bit startled by this. Could she actually hear your thoughts or sense your feelings? Apparently not as she has an answer right away as she puts down the magnifying glass and plays with her hair a bit. "THE MOLECULAR COMPRESSION AFFECTS ALL YOUR SENSES AT ONCE. SIGHT, SMELL, HEARING. LIKE FOR EXAMPLE, IF IT WEREN'T FOR THE PROCESS, YOUR HEAD MAY HAVE ALREADY EXPLODED JUST FROM THE SOUND OF MY VOICE. LUCKILY, WE CAN SEE THAT'S NOT THE CASE." You take a big gulp and appreciate for a second how you're still able to understand the giantess. If what she's saying is true, the deep booming voice from the redheaded goliath could have been MUCH more painful if she wasn't looking ahead. Her free hand stops touching her long red locks and hovers over you for a quick second. "EVEN TOUCH IS AFFECTED. BUT YOU AREN'T MORE SENSITIVE TO IT. QUITE THE OPPOSITE." She brings the pinkie finger of her free hand over to you and presses down on you gently. It doesn't hurt, but you can definitely feel the pressure as she pushes down. She laughs at your struggling body beneath her fingertip and says "SEE? BECAUSE YOUR MOLECULES ARE PACKED SO TIGHTLY TOGETHER, I CAN'T SMUSH YOU LIKE A LITTLE FLEA. NOT THAT I'M CALLING YOU A FLEA AT ALL, BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT A BUG. YOU'RE STILL A PERSON. JUST MINIATURE." You appreciate that she's at least acknowledging your humanity as you stand there motionless in the center of her palm. It's good to know that you're not exactly a bug, even if your stature certainly makes you sympathize with one. She lifts her finger off and taps her finger against the palm in front of you and says "HOWEVER, WE NEED TO DO A FEW PRESSURE TESTS JUST IN CASE THE PROCEDURE DIDN'T WORK COMPLETELY. SO WE'LL HAVE TO PUT A BIT MORE WEIGHT ON YOUR TINY LITTLE SHOULDERS." She gives you a wink as she slowly tilts her palm over the edge of the lab table, allowing you to slide off of her skin and onto the cold, hard metal of the table's surface. She grabs the recorder and begins another entry: "PROFESSOR JENNIFER FREEMAN. SUBJECT IS SHOWING NO ILL EFFECTS OF THE MINIATURIZATION PROCESS. EXPERIMENT NUMBER 2 IS ABOUT TO BEGIN, AND WILL TEST THE SUBJECT'S ABILITY TO WITHSTAND MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF PRESSURE." You take a deep breath and prepare to face the worst as the professor prepares your next test:
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