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Field Research - Chapter 16
🕑 Added 2025-01-24 11:05:02 +0000 UTCI slid out of Jenny’s womanhood, my entire body slick with her fluids and woozy from exhaustion, my knees nearly giving out from under me as soon as my feet hit the soft blanketed floor. Returning the favor for what she’d done to me was a full-body workout, every inch of me rubbing, kneading, pushing. The experience of really and truly fitting inside her had been enough to make me come all over again as my body was squeezed and squished by her flexing pelvic muscles. Somewhere far away, Jenny let out a long, low sigh of contentment, shivering as an aftershock of pleasure rippled through her; her thighs, each thicker than I was tall, trembled slightly, the blanked beneath me shifting with their weight and making me trip. I stumbled forward and fell face-first against the wide, warm plane of her leg, soft enough that it yielded even against my completely negligible weight. I blinked once, twice, and then fell into darkness.
I woke some time later, to the sound of Jenny’s snores, like a distant rumbling thunderstorm. Her cum had started to dry on my skin while I slept, cracking and flaking off as I moved my limbs. I pushed myself to my feet, my thighs protesting, and slowly limped the length of my lover’s legs. Her feet hung off the edge of the pallet, toes rising up above my head. Without her thighs obstructing my view, I could see the entire massive guest room, stretching out endlessly in every direction.
And the thought hit me that I might be just a little bit of a fucking idiot.
I stepped out onto the wooden floor, too light to make the boards creak. I could feel the grain against my feet, more like a rough-carved pattern etched into the wood than a simple texture. How small had I gotten, anyway? It was so hard to tell with Jenny as the only frame of reference, since she was so much bigger than a normal person. Walking around, comparing myself to the tables and chairs that stretched high over my head, I estimated that I couldn’t be more than a foot tall. From Jenny’s point of view, I probably only seemed about eight inches high.
This… had been a mistake, hadn’t it? I mean, don’t get me wrong—underneath the awe, the slowly building terror, the quickening breath and cold sweat as I spun around, staring up at the gigantic world of the cabin stretching far into the sky all around me… underneath all of that, there was a powerful sense of arousal. I was in the middle of my greatest sexual fantasy, every detail more vivid and complex than I could have ever imagined, and I could feel my exhausted body slowly growing aroused. But… God, how much had I given up to get here? Walking out into the living room, feeling the course fibers of what had once felt like a velvety soft bearskin rug beneath my feet… I wasn’t even a, a person anymore. I was thing. A small, pathetic thing, that had thrown away everything for the sake of a fetish.
I closed my eyes and took a long, deep breath, struggling to get my pulse under control. One breath, two breaths, three. It was alright. Everything was okay. I didn’t just do this for the sake of a fetish. That was what Dr. Walker had said, but he’d been wrong. What we were doing here was probably the single biggest scientific advancement in the history of the world. I needed to remember that, remember what I’d told myself weeks back about how I had signed up to be an astronaut to a strange new world. Of course it was unsettling and alien, of course it inspired awe and a deep, terrifying sense of smallness, beyond even my miniscule scale; same thing happened to the first people that saw the earth from space.
I did this for sex, sure. No doubt about it. But I also did it for science. And, I did it for Jenny. I did it for the woman I loved more than anything in the entire—
“Sean…” Jenny’s voice, clearly soft in timbre, nevertheless seemed to bellow out from the den where I’d left her. It was loud enough, big enough, to reverberate all around the walls of the cabin. The raw power I could feel in that voice drained all the courage I’d been struggling to build up, and no matter how much I tried to remind myself that it was just Jenny, my beloved girlfriend, the woman I’d do anything for, who’d do anything for me… it didn’t matter. My animal instincts kicked in, and in a panic, I looked for a place to hide.
“Where did you go?” her voice echoed out in a sleepy sing-song. I dove underneath one of the leather chairs in front of the fireplace, my rational mind struggling and failing to get a grip on myself. I trembled as the boards below me creaked, as I felt the air shift, Jenny’s shifting weight sending reverberations even out here. I could hear, feel her rising to her feet, feel the sensation of one foot bigger than my entire body stepping forward, followed by the other.
Thump. Thump. Thump. I curled up on the floor, screwing my eyes shut and desperately trying to stop myself from shaking in fear. I continued to feel her motion as she slowly worked her way through the too small door frame. Despite my terror, I couldn’t help peeking out to look at her. My jaw dropped. I reflexively gasped, but my mouth was so dry it sent me into a coughing fit.
Every time I’ve seen Jenny after our sizes changed, it made me regret all the superlatives I’d loaded onto her the last time she’d grown or I’d shrunk. It didn’t leave me with any words for how she appeared to me now. She’d already been a goddess, a titaness, a colossus. What else was there to describe the creature I was staring up at now? She was just… just…
Big. Big, big, big, big, big. Too big. So big my mind could hardly process it. If I hadn’t already been lying down, I would’ve collapsed, my brain lacking the spare bandwidth to work my legs. An absolutely impossible creature of size, beauty and power. Tight curls of black hair, longer than I was tall, framed her warm, rounded face, so distant that it seemed lacking in detail despite its size. Breasts so massive that each of them probably weighed enough to crush me to death, resting atop a belly that was somehow even bigger. Powerful legs—”powerful” felt like a laughably inadequate word, considering the otherworldly behemoth they supported—rose high, high above me, sending another ripple of terror through me each time they moved, each time I felt the tremors of their movement through the floor beneath me. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. I was too overwhelmed, every part of me completely limp.
Well. Almost every part.
A whole new layer of terror rolled through me as her massive eyes locked onto mine. There was no space in my mind to reassure myself, to remind myself that Jenny loved me and would never hurt me. Every last brain cell was consumed with the sheer immensity of her, my panic rising as she crouched down, reaching a hand toward me.
“There you are!” she said as she wrapped her fingers around me. I was too fear-stricken to even scream. My stomach lurched as I was hurled into the air, her fingers wrapped tightly around me. I think I even blacked out for a second, shocked back into consciousness by the warm wetness of her lips engulfing my face.
“I’m so glad I managed to find you,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper that rumbled through my bones. Her voice dropped even lower, a slight whisper that I felt more than heard, her hot, humid breath washing over my face.
“Don’t even think about trying to escape again.”
I don’t really know how I reacted; I felt like my soul was leaving my body. Whatever expression I made, it made Jenny laugh, and kiss me again as she started walking somewhere.
“I am famished after this morning. Hope you’ve got something good planned, little guy!” Somehow, I managed to tear my attention away from Jenny and take in my surroundings, realizing that we were in the kitchen. She deposited me on the countertop, and with all my effort I managed to keep my legs from turning to jelly beneath me.
“I-I don’t know if I can cook at this size, Jenny.”
She laughed again. “Uh-oh. Should’ve seen this coming, you’re getting too small for me to hear very well!” She dropped to her knees and bent down, and my legs finally gave out as she brought her massive face down to my level. “What’d you say?”
I swallowed and forced myself to take a deep breath. “I said I don’t know if I can cook anything at this size!”
The world had become big, unwieldy, and difficult to contend with as I’d shrunken. Proportionately, this was the most I’d ever lost in a single stint, and that already imposing world was now double what it was just a few short hours ago. I wasn’t sure if I’d have the strength to work the button on the food processor, and even if I could, reaching the hole at the top would be a struggle.
Jenny, however, just smiled. “But Sean! Don’t you want me to keep getting bigger?” She leaned in, her hot breath once more washing over my nude body, my panic once again rising. “Don’t you want to see me grow?”
The idea of the being in front of me getting even larger was horrifying… but the hardness between my legs made it clear that some part of me was still, despite everything, enjoying this on a deeper level than I ever thought possible. “If you don’t cook for me, I don’t grow anymore, remember?”
“Um… Y-yeah, but… I mean… I didn’t really… I don’t know what to do!”
Jenny laughed again. “How about we just stick to something easy then?” She pulled away, and I watched as she moved toward the fridge, thunder booming as she slid out the freezer drawer and retrieved a large red bag.
“Step back,” she said, and I scrambled backward as she dropped the bag down in front of me. A giant “Ore-Ida” logo was staring me in the face.
“French fries shouldn’t be too hard, right?”
Finally, I’d found a part of me powerful enough to beat back my animal urge to give into terror: my inner food snob. “Frozen fries? Really? Where did those even come from?”
“I had Amanda bring them. I kind of figured you were over-estimating how capable you’d be in the kitchen as you shrank.”
“Yeah, but… ugh. How hard is it to just slice your own potatoes?”
Jenny stared down at me, snickering. “I dunno. Let’s find out.” She walked away again, and returned with a potato nearly as long as me, and a kitchen knife that was even longer. She set both down in front of me. “How hard is it?”
I sputtered, staring at the gigantic knife and potato, before sighing and walking around to the handle side of the knife. Too proud to back down from the challenge, I squatted down and wrapped my arms around the handle. I heaved, and was surprised to find that I actually could lift it; it was lighter than I’d expected it to be given its size. But my hands didn’t fit around the handle, and it was so big that I couldn’t maneuver it at all. I tried lining it up with the the potato, but as I extended it outward, I lost my footing and then my grip, falling onto the ground as the knife clattered down in front of me.
“Alright,” I said with a sigh. “I’ll use the frozen ones.”
With a smirk, Jenny got out a frying pan for me and set it on the stove, then brought me a bottle of cooking oil a little bit taller than I was.
“Um. Are you going to pour it into the pan for me?”
“What? Why would I do that? You’re the chef. I’d hate to intrude on your sacred space,” she said facetiously.
“But. I mean. I can barely even reach the top of it.
“Don’t see how that’s my problem!” she chirped cheerfully, before retreating to the kitchen island, leaning over it to watch me work with a mischievous smile.
I grumbled at her making the task more difficult for me on purpose, but in truth, at least it gave me a problem to focus on solving. At least I’d gotten small enough that I could walk around on the countertop freely. As I built a little platform out of seasoning shakers from the spice rack and climbed up to start working the cap off of the bottle, I realized that I was slowly acclimating to my new size. It was intense, but I wasn’t a shivering wreck about it anymore. It was getting easier to appreciate the fun aspects of all of this while I worked.
With the cap off, the next problem was getting the oil out. I could shove the bottle over to the pan and maybe throw my weight against it hard enough to knock it over; that sounded like it’d make a big mess, and the last thing we needed was a grease fire. Nothing I had on-hand was small enough to fit into the bottleneck to scoop oil out… except for me. I cupped my hands and filled them with oil, then quickly rushed over to the pan and dumped it in. It wasn’t even enough to coat the base of the pan. I looked off toward Jenny, watching from the distance, smiling, and let out a huff.
Well, I wasn’t getting the oil out just standing here.
Blessedly, after about ten repetitions, Jenny got bored of watching me. Fear and awe briefly overcame me again as she snatched the bottle and started pouring it into the pan.
“There. Now hurry up, I am hungry.”
I walked across the stove to turn on the burner, and while I waited for the oil to heat up I got to work getting the bag of fries open, awkwardly slashing at it with my oversized kitchen knife. Each fry was the size of a small log, and I only risked throwing one in at a time, gingerly sliding it into the oil from as far away as possible to avoid getting splashed. There were some toothpicks on the counter, and I used one to spear each fry as it was ready, depositing it on a paper towel on a plate Jenny set up for me. What should have taken ten minutes, max, took the better part of an hour, and Jenny had to keep sneaking fries off the plate in order to eat them before they got cold.
“Pretty pathetic showing, little guy,” she said as I dropped onto my butt, panting. “Not exactly the feasts I’m used to.”
“I really…” I stopped, catching my breath. “I really wish you could’ve tried the soup last night. It would’ve been so much better than this.” As soon as I said it, I regretted it, and fought to banish the memories of last night from my mind.
“To tell you the truth, I’m still pretty hungry. But I think you might be tapped.”
“Yeah… yeah. I’m pretty wiped, I won’t lie.”
“Well, I guess let’s see how you did.”
Jenny revealed the aquamarine pill she’d been palming. Had I seriously managed to not notice her slinking off to go grab that? I watched, exhausted, as she popped it into her mouth and swallowed.
“Mmm… These still feel so good.” Jenny closed her eyes and rolled her neck. From my seat on the counter, I could see little goosebumps rise up on her skin as she started massaging herself.
At first, it didn’t seem like anything else was going to happen. But as I continued to watch, I realized that it was already happening. Jenny was growing, her body surging just a little bit thicker, her head rising just a little bit higher. The effect was just subtle, the fries not enough mass to power much growth. Still, as I watched her lose herself in the pleasure of her own touch, swelling just a little larger each moment, I found myself once more giving in to awe. I thought back to how overwhelmingly, impossibly huge Jenny had seemed when I’d first woken up, so big that I could barely comprehend it, and yet here she was, getting even bigger.
I couldn’t help myself. When Jenny finally opened her eyes, she burst out laughing, having caught me stroking my cock to the sight of her growth.
“Sorry, little guy. Show’s over. Didn’t have much kick to it.” I abashedly withdrew my hand as she reached out and slid the plate toward me, a single fry still resting on it.
“Maybe yours will be more exciting though.”
“Wait… wait, what?”
“Come on! I wanna see you really shrink. Eat the fry, Sean!”
“I don’t… Jenny, I…”
The giantess leaned forward, casting me in her shadow as she draped her arms over the counter, encircling me, smiling down at me with a gargantuan, predatory grin.
“Sean. Eat. The. Fry.”
Panicking, I grabbed it, tearing off a large piece with my mouth. There was no way I could eat the entire thing, but I did my best to eat as much as I could while Jenny retreated, fiddling with something out of my field of view.
“I can’t make pills small enough for you to swallow anymore,” she said, returning to me with something in her hand. It took me a second to recognize it, in part because of the way my shrunken size distorted my perspective: it was a syringe, the kind you use to feed small animals that can’t take solid food. A tan-colored liquid sloshed around inside of it.
“Open wide!”
“Jenny, please, can we—” I was cut off as she seized me with one hand and shoved the tip of the syringe into my mouth with the other, depressing the plunger. The taste was violently bitter, and I fought to keep from vomiting. I gasped for air as she removed the syringe and dove at what was left of the fry, biting into it to try and fill my mouth with any other flavor.
After a few bites, I realized that the fry was getting larger, that I could feel the texture of the paper towel beneath it slide out in all directions, the lines of the pattern growing gradually thicker. Jenny leaned in close, watching excitedly as I diminished, as the entire world grew and grew around me, the potato in my stomach fueling a reaction that transformed the matter that I was made of into nothingness, leeching more and more of me away, my body maintaining its integrity only thanks to the genius brain that hovered overhead, behind the most beautiful face I’d ever seen, a face that gradually filled more and more of my field of view as I shrank.
I gasped, my body seizing, as I climaxed, the shrinking and the euphoric side effects of the drug too much to handle after I’d been stroking my dick. A pathetic droplet of cum spurted out onto the edge of the plate.
“Hey!” Jenny said, her voice even more booming and terrible than it had been moments ago. “That’s valuable protein you’re wasting!” A finger, a single finger that looked bigger than all of me and still growing, came down from the heavens and pressed against my spent load, wiping it up and depositing it on the top of the colossal tongue high overhead.
This was too much. It was too much! I had barely gotten used to being only a foot tall. How small was I now? Six inches? Less?! Jenny seemed to sense my panic somehow—I couldn’t really believe that my face was big enough for her to discern my expression anymore—because she wrapped a massive hand around me. An hour ago, I was slightly too big for her to close her fist around me. Now, I was smaller than her thumb. She held her palm up to her face as I dwindled to the size of one of her finger joints. Collapsing onto my back, I just stared up at the deity above me, trying and failing to find the ability to speak.
“Look at you! You are absolutely precious.”
Still, I couldn’t find it in my to respond. She broke into a smile.
“Not too useful anymore though, are you? I mean, you barely managed to cook me a snack, and now you’re even smaller. I think this might be the end of our arrangement, little guy."
“Y-y-y-yeah,” I stammered. “I-I guess so.”
“Hmmmm. Actually, I don’t think that’s quite right. I can still think of… one way that you can feed me.”
Before I could ask her what she meant, she lifted me up, tilted her head back, and dropped me into her mouth.
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Greekanese
Incredible! If there's much more past the next part to the story, I can't wait to see how Sean overcomes his inability to feed her properly problem, Jenny deserves to grow FAR bigger ;)
