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Field Research - Chapter 15
🕑 Added 2025-01-04 12:47:25 +0000 UTCThe mood was somber as we headed back out to the smashed remains of Dr. Walker’s car. Jenny held a flashlight for me while I searched for the missing pills, carefully picking through fragments of glass and steel; I’d gotten pretty used to being naked 24/7, but there’s nothing quite like being kidnapped and then having to work around an industrial hazard to make you miss some protective covering.
It was well over an hour later when I threw up my hands. “They’re just not here, Jenny. I’ve checked every corner of this car three times.”
“God dammit.”
“Maybe they got thrown out when he hit you? Or…” I looked off into the woods, black and formless beyond the cone of the flashlight. “What if he didn’t steal them? What if… what if we really did just lose them, and him being here was a coincidence?”
“Pretty big fuckin’ coincidence, Sean.”
“I know, but… If he had the drugs, why would he need me? That’s the thing I’ve been stuck on all night.” When I wasn’t busy trying not to melt down over the memory playing over and over in my head of his shrunken bones cracking, blood exploding through Jenny’s fingers, anyway.
Shrinking like this was a dream come true. A fantasy that I’ve obsessed over for nearly 20 years now, one that I’d just assumed could never be made real. Things had started rocky, but after that talk between me and Jenny on my couch, I’d rarely ever questioned the decision to go through with this, had never given any of the very real downsides much consideration. But, seeing what she did to Walker…
Again. I’d worked through the math of the situation, and honestly… yeah, fuck it, he needed to go. But Jenny had killed him so easily, obliterated him with the mere flick of a wrist. It hadn’t even seemed purposeful; she just got angry, lost her temper for a split second, and that was it, Dr. Doug Walker was no longer a member of this world. What if… what if some day she lost her temper at me? I was already small enough that I was at her mercy, and before we’d been interrupted, the plan tonight was to get even smaller. The only reason I truly felt comfortable throwing myself into this project so much was how deeply I trusted her. Could I really, truly trust her in the same way after seeing that? Did I even have a choice?
Trapped in the clutches of a cruel giantess, who turns anyone who displeases her into paste without a thought. How many versions of that scenario had I run through my head over the years? The reality of it wasn’t quite as sexy as the fantasy.
“If you’re right,” Jenny said, bringing me back to reality, “then we’re right back to square one. Either Amanda stole them or an animal did, and neither outcome is pretty.”
“Maybe, um… Maybe tomorrow, we can hike until we pick up cell reception? We probably don’t have to go too far to at least get a bar or two. We can call Amanda and ask her, and…”
“And, what, she’ll tell us whether she stole them?” Jenny huffed slightly and leaned against the car, the distressed metal groaning under her weight. “Don’t be naive. If she really did take them, then we’re gonna have to figure out how to get a confession out of her.”
“...Like you got a confession out of Dr. Walker, you mean.”
Jenny went silent. Part of me felt like that was a low, low blow; another part felt like, if I was really starting to fear my girlfriend, then antagonizing her like that wasn’t wise; a third part was still too shell-shocked to care.
“No, Sean. not like that.”
“Right.” Another minute or so of awkward, uncomfortable silence, until I eventually broke it.
“Well, maybe I’m wrong. Maybe the pills are still in the car somewhere, even if I can’t find them. There’s spots even I’m not small enough to really look in, I guess, and it is dark out. Maybe they got lost inside the steering column, or down inside a door frame or something. We could try giving it another look in the morning?”
“No way,” Jenny said, the metal buckling as she pushed off against it to rise to her full height. “This car needs to be gone before the sun’s up. We can’t risk anyone seeing it. I’m gonna take it down to the lake and sink it.”
“But. What if the pills are in here somewhere? A fish might get into them.”
“They’ll dissolve pretty quickly as soon as they hit water, and they’ll lose their reactivity fast once that starts happening; they’re made to react with the environment of a digestive system, they won’t work in plain water. Honestly…” she sighed, running a hand down her face. “Honestly, if nothing’s happened yet, then the morning fog will probably get them moist enough to ruin them, wherever they are. Or, something already ate them both, and I’m wrong about how volatile the interaction between them would be. Anyway. It’s kind of out of our hands for tonight.”
Giving up on finding them made me uneasy, but it wasn’t like I had any ideas. I started to head back up to the cabin when Jenny gently scooped me up.
“Nope, I’m not letting you out of my sight.” She squeezed me against her soft body, planting her gigantic lips on my head, and I tried my absolute best to listen to the part of me that still found this comforting.
I rode on her shoulder—despite everything, I had to admit a certain thrill that I was actually small enough to ride on her shoulder—while she dragged the battered car in one hand. It was long past midnight now, and the lake was nearly deserted even in the middle of the day, so we didn’t need to be worried about being seen. Jenny tore the license plates off the car, crumpling them into balls like they were made of tin foil, before rolling the vehicle off the shore and down into the water. I waited on the shoreline as she waded into the shallows, pushing the car as far along as she could take it.
“Don’t think anyone’s gonna find it now. At least not until we’re long gone.”
“Great.” I was once more gradually sinking into dark, worried thoughts.
Jenny looked like she had something to say, but then stopped herself. “It’s late. We should get back.” Gently—hard to believe that hands so gentle had killed a man only a few hours ago—she scooped me up once again and carried me back up the hill to the cabin, the crumpled license plates in her free hand.
As we walked, silent save for Jenny’s thudding footsteps, her stomach suddenly rumbled.
“Sorry, but… this all did sort of start right around dinner time. I’m… I’m starving.”
***
“Sean…”
I groaned, my eyelids resisting my first few attempts to open them.
“Seannnn…” I heard Jenny’s voice whisper again.
What was that smell? Whatever it was, my stomach was rumbling in response to it.
I slowly cracked one eye, and then another. Jenny was standing over me, glorious and naked, the morning light playing across her dimpled, rolling skin. I was lying on the thick stack of blankets on the floor of the guest room, Jenny’s “bed” while we were here. I couldn’t see her face past the swell of her belly, the breasts resting above it, or the tray she was holding.
“I know you usually do the cooking, but I wanted to surprise you, so I made you breakfast.”
I smiled, heart swelling with affection as I stretched out, turning my head to let my eyes follow the titaness’ form down to the floor, where it was supported by two feet that were each nearly as long as I was tall. God, she was so perfect. How did I ever luck into this woman? I couldn’t believe that my life had become such a beautiful, perfect…
It was at that point that I remembered the events of last night. I felt a dark ball of dread suddenly swell deep inside of me as I remembered that sickening crunch, accompanied by the hateful, rage-filled face of the beautiful goddess that now loomed over me. I remembered how she’d excused herself after bringing me to bed, and how I’d heard the garbage disposal run, and had choked back bile when I realized that she was disposing of the body.
Jenny lowered herself slowly, placing the tray on the floor as she tried to gently set herself down onto her knees. It was a good effort, but at her size she still made a noticeable thud. I breathed in sharply as her face came into view, torn between the deepest love I’d ever felt and the mounting terror that she was beginning to inspire in me. Her expression turned more and more sympathetic the longer she looked at me.
“Listen,” she said. “Last night sucked shit.”
“Yeah.”
Jenny reached out a massive hand, stroking my hair with fingers larger than my head. “I… Can we just… move past it? Forget it happened and move on?”
“I… I don’t know if I can do that, Jenny.” I wanted to. God did I want to. She was the very image of feminine perfection to me, the cloth from which all other beauty in this world was cut. I wanted to submerge myself in the generous folds of her figure, lose myself in her soft warmth, revel in all the happy memories we’d shared…
But right now, those memories were being drowned out by the memory of a soft crunch and a spurt of red.
“Sean… things got out of control. I won’t pretend otherwise. I just… when you went missing I got so scared, and seeing that…” Jenny stopped herself, eyes screwing tightly shut. “That motherfucker trying to take you away from me, and then hearing about what he was planning to do to you… The thought of losing you again after I found you after all this time, and after all we’ve gone through with the project… It happened before I even realized what I was doing. I’m sorry if I scared you, I really am, but… you know I would never do something to hurt you, right?”
I opened and closed my mouth a few times, trying to find a response to articulate. Jenny nodded sadly.
“I get it. I…” she sighed, closing her eyes. “I guess I’ve screwed this up, haven’t I?”
My heart cracked inside of me. “No, no, Jenny…” I sat up and set a hand on her knee; despite everything, I felt a shiver of arousal as I realized how severely her kneecap dwarfed my hand. “I… I know that you were just trying to protect me. Honestly, if our positions were reversed… I might’ve done the same thing. But… this can’t be how things are, going forward. This has to be the first, last, and only time something like this happens. I need you to promise me.”
“If I do…” Jenny responded, slowly encircling her hands around me. Our sizes were such now that she could pick me up one-handed, but using both hands was still more comfortable. I felt a small surge of vertigo—and, yeah, another surge of arousal—as I flew up into the air, until she’d raised me up to eye level.
“If I do, if I promise you that this will never happen again… then will you promise me to try and move past this? We’ve still got another week on this cabin rental, and… I’d really hate it if we wasted it moping around.”
I smiled sadly at her. “I’ll do my best.” With a grin, she pulled me in for a kiss. I willed myself to get fully lost in the soft wetness of her lips as they consumed my face, opening myself up as fully as I could to the sensations of the moment, to try and drive away the dark memories of last night.
As Jenny continued to kiss me, she swapped to a one-handed grip. “Your breakfast is gonna get cold, Sean.” She moved to lift up the inverted plate she’d set on top of it to try and keep it warm.
“What’d you make, anyway? I don’t remember packing any Eggo waffles or Pop-Tarts…”
Jenny huffed and poked me in the chest. “I know how to fry an egg, asshole!” I laughed, and she laughed with me, and I felt the darkness of last night slowly creep further and further back. She set me down at the plate on the floor and I looked over what she’d made me: two eggs over easy, a piece of toast cut in half, a few strips of bacon, a glass of orange juice that nearly came up to my knees…
…And a single tan pill.
She saw me fixating on it and lowered herself further, practically lying down to get to my eye level. “If you’re not up for it I completely understand. I just… I wanted to cheer you up, and, well… this is what you like, right?”
I reached out and picked up the pill, studying it as a sinking feeling overcame me once more. Jenny had tried to scale it down for my shrunken mouth and throat, but it was still about as big as I could possibly hope to swallow. This pill… I mean, she wasn’t wrong that it would “cheer me up” under most circumstances. This was my deepest desire made manifest, after all. But after all the fretting I’d done about whether it was smart to trust Jenny—even if I fully trusted her intentions, I couldn’t necessarily trust her impulses—was I really ready to hand her even more power over me?
I took a few slow, deep breaths. And then I popped the pill into my mouth, kneeling down and dunking my head in the glass of orange juice in order to take a big gulp of it to help me swallow.
“Fuck, that was really stupid!” I said, citric acid stinging my eyes. I looked up, my blurred vision slowly resolving into the shape of my gargantuan girlfriend’s face, staring down at me with excited surprise.
“Which part?”
I grinned. “You asked me to try and move past last night. If last night hadn’t happened, I would’ve taken the pill without a second thought. So…” my train of thought was derailed by my gurgling stomach. Fuck did that breakfast smell good. I grabbed a piece of bacon the size of a plank of wood and started greedily chomping into it. Jenny watched with delight as I attacked the breakfast she made. I cast aside the bacon and grabbed a piece of toast as big as a pillow; Christ almighty, has buttered toast ever tasted this good? I bit into it faster than I could swallow, filling my mouth with it, and I realized that I could actually feel it getting heavier in my hands, that my mouth was getting forced open as the already-big bite I’d taken grew slowly larger. I’d hit the point where bread had enough appreciable weight that I could feel the difference as I shrank.
I swallowed the mouthful in several pieces, dropping the rest of the slice and gasping as I ran a hand down my cock, so erect that it almost hurt. I started to gently stroke it…
…But God did those eggs look good.
I grabbed a fork off the tray, noting briefly that it was even heavier and more awkward than the last time I’d used one; it was about the size of a pitchfork now, and I could feel the stainless steel slowly shifting and expanding in my grip. I thrust it ahead of me to spear the egg and try to tear a piece off… and completely misjudged the weight of the fork. I stumbled forward, tripping over the edge of the plate, and the fork clattered out of my hands as I faceplanted directly into the yolk, its yellow, gooey interior bursting all over me.
I didn’t care. The only two thoughts I could hold in my shrinking head were how delicious everything was and how desperate I was to get off. I lapped at the egg yolk all around me, then let out a yelp when suddenly a hand clamped down around me and I was yanked into the sky before Jenny’s wet, hot mouth surrounded me, already so much bigger than it had been when she’d kissed me just moments earlier. She slurped the yolk off my body, licking me clean, then dropped onto her back next to the tray. I straddled her tongue, bobbing up and down as the massive organ bucked and reared; it was like riding a mechanical bull, and I would’ve been tossed off immediately if Jenny hadn’t been holding me steady with a single impossible hand, keeping me in place as her gradually swelling tongue, slick with saliva and egg yolk, explored my diminishing body. My head rolled on my shoulders and part of me, the one little fragment that wasn’t completely consumed in hedonistic ecstasy, felt an almost equally overwhelming sense of awe as I saw just how large the room around us was, how distant the ceiling and walls had become. The cabin had felt gigantic from the moment we got here, but now, now it barely even felt like something that could’ve been made by human hands.
I screamed, and the room swallowed it, my voice too small and weak to echo back from those far-off walls. Jenny’s tongue grew faster, more aggressive, and her plump lips swelled ever larger all around me as she licked, as she sucked, as I exploded in her mouth, slumping forward, face pressed into her filtrum. My entire body vibrated as a laugh formed at the back of Jenny’s throat, and she slowly turned over, letting me slide out of her mouth and back onto the blankets, face-down.
A warm, loving kiss extended from my shoulders all the way to my ankles. I moaned softly in contentment, my voice muffled by the blanket, as my eyelids drooped and sleep rose up to claim me once more. How small had I gotten? Would I regret shrinking again? What were we going to do if someone showed up asking questions about Dr. Walker?
Who cares.
