Angela held herself in disbelief. In the sudden headache she failed to notice her clothes slipping off her as her slender form dwindled to a centimetre in size. Being a nursing student, her rational mind was spinning with impossibility. She clambered over her pink shirt and dark faded jeans. Gasping in amazement at her unnatural environment. Being close to the floor, Angela felt the cold, stiff air against her slim, sexy figure. She pushed her mind to not focus on her petite nakedness as she reached the peak of her bra cups.
She was able to overlook the entire hallway, it stretched on like a great, domestic canyon. Pictures and canvas artworks adorned the walls, Christian’s family looked down upon her meek form oppressively. Angela felt crushed by this new universal truth. Almost coming to terms with it. Her comprehension was about to shift to one of fear as the impending footsteps drew ever closer.
Carrie Hanson stumbled feebly through the back door of her home. Her head hung low as she limply dumped her small hand bag on the kitchen counter. She wipes at her face, removing tears and smears of makeup. Today was a terrible day at the office. She had been given piles and piles of paperwork which she just got through. Her managers would just stare at her low-cut black top and short purple skirt. She made an effort to be noticed, but not ogled at.
It all came to a head when a manager had made an advance on her in the archives room. Carrie cringes upon recounting the assault. The grip of his thick hands in her breasts, the smooth palm encroaching her skirt, slowly invading her inner woman. Carrie shook her head like an etch-a-sketch. She finally stumbles towards the hallway.
The stumbling giantess filled Angela with hope and equal amounts of dread. At her current size she was nothing but a bug. So getting noticed right away is nigh-on impossible. She was thankful that it was Christian’s Mom Carrie. They had a good relationship with one another so Angela reasoned that if found, she would be safe. It would only be a few moments before her bundle of clothes would be spotted by the distraught giantess...
Carrie continued through the hallway, eyeing her family portraits. She felt disgusted with herself upon seeing her husband’s photo. Knowing that if she reported the manager at the law firm, Mark’s high position there would be in disarray. She sobbed away, almost tripping on a strange bundle of clothing.
Carrie’s motherly instinct kicked in as she picked up the clothes, not noticing who they belonged to. She clutched them to her side and saunters to her bedroom, closing the door gently.
Angela had scurried under her discarded bra cup and was therefore safe from Carrie’s uncaring grip. She hoped that Carrie would take the clothing somewhere safe so she could try to make contact. She would soon have her wish as her surroundings were suddenly dumped into something soft...
Carrie unceremoniously places the bundle of clothing on her own bed. Eventually moving to a mirror to undress and slip into something more comfortable. She admired her natural beauty in the mirror, studying her firm breasts after unclasping her bra. They felt soft to the touch and it felt... Good. Her hands swiftly slid down her well kept stomach. At 48 years old, Carrie employed a number of revolutionary diets to keep her shape. It held a sort of power, a power that made her feel great. She smirks upon reaching her satin black panties. ‘Maybe... I should feel glad... At my age, men would steer clear, whoever he was... I was desirable to him.’ All Carrie wanted was to reclaim her sexual energy and she knew exactly how...
Carrie slipped her hand delicately into her chest of draws... Plucking a large, white vibrator. It’s wireless function made it easier to hide from her husband and it was the perfect toy for the situation. Carrie Laos herself on the bed, her legs were spread... She held the vibrating end on her panties and activated her toy...
The overwhelming echo of vibrating and primal moaning convinced Angela she could escape her bundle of clothes unnoticed. She wanted to at least get close before being swatted or stomped. She exited out of an opening and stood in bewilderment and timid embarrassment. She’s researched masturbation and the female form countless times as a nursing student. But to see such a primal example on such a large scale was immense. Angela had to come up with a plan... But what?
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