Sam stares with her mouth wide open in shock as you dwindle before her. You fall past her waist, then her thights, and finally come to rest level with her knees as she stands before you, a mountain of a woman. You look around at the landscape you are sitting on. A think leathery material stretches on for miles and rises high above you. "It's the couch. I'm still on the couch". You say as your gaze turns back to the front, and you look up. Staring down at you is your best friend Samantha, only now she is a planet unto herself. You stood on the same exact spot on the couch staring up at this shy, nerdy wiccan from before. Only now, she is a goddess. You were probably not even as big as her toenail. She blinks a few times before dropping to her knees to get a better look at you. The act of simply dropping down is enough to cause a tremor from where you are standing. You fall to the ground, hoping to find some sort of stability, as the collosus drops further and further down. She leans over you, with massive hands placed on either side of you. Measuring yourself up to her, you would probably need help climbing up one finger.
"NO WAY!" Sam speaks down to you, with an overbearing power. You drop to your knees again and hold your ears tight. She moves a massive hand up to her mouth to cover it in embarrasment. She then whispers down to you "I'M SO SORRY! I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT MY VOICE WOULD BE TOO MUCH FOR YOU! YOU'RE JUST SO DAMN SMALL!" She then moves a hand down and tilts it palm up. You look up at her and she gives a reassuring, toothy smile. You try in vain to climb up one finger, but fall over. A booming laughter comes from the giantess as you look up at her. She catches your eye and says "I'M SORRY, BUT IT'S JUST FUNNY TO WATCH YOU STRUGGLE TO CLIMB UP MY PINKIE! ALSO, YOU'RE LITTLE FEET TICKLE!" You sigh in disaproval and have an idea. You make your way into her upturned fingernal. Then you climb up it, and settle into the area where the skin meets nail. She takes your cue and lifts her hand up. As the world goes zooming by, you realize that you're going to have to explain yourself. Her spell worked. You are EXACTLY where you wanted to be: Ridiculously tiny and against her body. The finger lifts up past her neck, then her lips, before finally settling on her eye. "THIS MAY SEEM LIKE A STUPID QUESTION, BUT ARE YOU OKAY?" You wave your hands in a motion that signals that yes you are fine. She closes her eyes and sighs in relief, her breath causing a whirlwind just below you. If you had been in the direct line of that exhale, you would have been thrown for quite a loop! Samantha reaches down with her other hand and says "I DON'T UNDERSTAND IT, IT WAS SUPPOSED TO MAKE YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE, NOT TURN YOU INTO A SPECK!" She lowers her fingernail, dropping you into the palm of her other hand. The plane of tanned flesh is incredible. It is massive, it is alien to you, and it is wonderful. You start to feel safe in her possession, which is amazing all things considered. Her skin is so soft, even at this size, you think. The air around you smells like lotion and soap. She takes good care of her body. You also noticed this when you were inside her fingernail. There was very little dirt around her. Sam continues to look through the book and says "I... I DID EVERYTHING RIGHT! THERE IS NO SHRINKING SPELL IN THE BOOK! IT'S ALMOST AS IF..." A light suddenly goes on in her head as she slowly lifts her palm up level with her eyes. Your entire sky is made up of her eyes distorted by her reading glasses, and her ocean of red hair spouting out from her head. A massive eyebrow lifts up and she says to you very matter of factly, "... THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED..." Well, that's it. You're busted. She lowers her palm and puts her other hand's pointer finger right in your face, and with a smirk she says loudly and proudly "YOU WANTED TO BE MICRO SIZED, DIDN'T YOU?"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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