The Reconditioning of Daniel Gillman by DannTheMuse

Chapter 1: 

Dan Gillman had been  planning this for months. He had tied up every loose end, and severed every string attached. He would be missed by nobody, there would be a steady flow of income for his beloved Donna and he would finally have the chance to live out his ultimate fantasy.

It was the perfect plan. 

Perfectly Stupid…but a plan nonetheless.

The dial on the futuristic looking device had a multitude of settings, none of them immediately reversible. Because you see, reversing such a foolhardy procedure required much more expensive equipment, and a lot more sense than Dan’s backyard, highschool Science education would afford him. 

Portable Size Alteration devices were common use, mostly for household waste management, storage and other such conveniences. Use on humans or other living creatures were restricted, and each device had a fail safe feature which restricted it from discharging when pointed at complex life, not to mention the incredible amounts of energy that would be required to shrink large objects like buildings, vehicles or large areas of land. Dan wasn’t exactly sure how much, he just had a fairly good idea it was more than  150 amps his circuit breaker would allow.

However, such silly things like safety, electrocution, radiation and the possibility of burning his family home down in a blaze of misdirected fancy, didn't stop size change enthusiasts like Dan from figuring out different ways around the fail safe. One such way was to install a microchip which would override the device's restriction on complex life. Basically, trick the machine into thinking he was an oddly shaped filing cabinet or wardrobe. But Microchips were expensive and hard to understand and Dan was a janitor, not a computer programmer. 

Of course, there were older, archaic units, often the size of the entire buildings. These ancient sizers held no fail safe, but only collectors and the super wealthy could afford such and besides, these older units held the minor disk of disintegration or internal combustion…Dan wasn’t eager to try his luck. No, the blue collar method was a far simpler path. Aim the device at a common Dichroic-prism, then reverse feed through a trichroic prism assembly to reverse combine the device's beam.

Simple as that.

Of course, every size change forum had detailed walk through instructions, some even sold the necessary parts. Dan even had contacts in the community itself who had sworn they could vouch for the system as long as Dan followed their instructions to the letter. 

Practically …foolproof….

Daniel pulled the assembly out of the box and took a passing glance at the instructions, thumbing through the pages and doing his best to decipher the cryptic hand scribbled diagrams and annotations.He shook his head, eyes wide and red, watery from constant rubbing. 

“Jeeze, they said easy…this is easy?” Dan muttered, setting the instructions down and pulling out a smaller booklet entitled ‘assembly diagram and walkthrough’ and wiped his brow with his sleeve. “Oh, here we go.”

His hands were trembling as he carefully read the directions for assembly. It wasn't too difficult, not like the science mambo jumbo regarding calculations and such. Dan, approached the final steps,  read aloud the bold, large font at the bottom of the page.

“With your assembly complete, all you have to do is stand at the corresponding position, with the auto discharge setting timed correctly. Remember to have the prism assembly spaced at the corresponding distance for desired end size. WARNING! THIS WILL WORK! Be sure to do this in a trusted company...effects are not easily reversed...and remember…have fun!”

Dan stopped reading and crumpled the disclaimer into a ball, tossing it in the garbage alone with the box the assembly came in, doing his due diligence to break apart the boxes just like Donna liked him too, and do away with any evidence of his purchase. He then moved the Port-a-sizer onto the auto fire tripod and double checked his math, eyeballing the distance from the spot on the floor he would be standing, marked with an X. 

“1/8th...no that's to small...1/2...to big.” Daniel was bad at math, but lucky he had a chart! “I don't want to be too small, she won't be able to find me...but too big and it'll be no fun.” Dan mulled over the chart, perhaps if he had been less excited he may have taken more time to ponder how small was too small. But in his excitement he pulled the tripid assembly back another few inches assuring the result would be a division of 20, meaning 69 inches. If he understood the instructions, this would leave him 3.4 inches tall.

“The Perfect size.” Dan rubbed his hands together. “Too small to work, big enough to communicate, but small enough to have all the fun I want!” Daniel was practically giddy at this point, he was so close to his wildest fantasy, he could taste it!

His life would change forever…he would be tiny, insignificant, dependent wholly and completely on Donna for everything. But therein lay the fun! Just like they had discussed so many nights in bed, pillow talking about what if. She would keep him in a dollhouse on the vanity, and he would decorate it to his tastes. 

He would explore her body like a landscape, a canvas all his to experience. When they went out, she would carry him in her purse and he would keep her company on her days off while she read. It was the perfect arrangement…well..for Dan anyhow.

Whurrrummph! The device began to charge. 

Dan could hear the timer tick down, the purring of the device as it charged up. He ran to the spot marked on the floor, where the directions told him to stand. His heart began to race, his pulse pounded. His palms were damp, his four-head sweating profusely, his skin clammy and his stomach turned in knots.

Was this a good idea? Suddenly he wasn't sure if it was a good idea...so much could go wrong...he fought not to step off the mark he made on the floor...maybe he had better check the directions one more time...one could never be too safe.

A bright light pulsed from the sizer followed by a loud electronic ‘zap’. 

The device discharged. 

Faster than he could follow the beam tore into the prism's, spread into multiple colored light, reflecting back into the corresponding prism, coming out at just such an angle as to head in his direction. Everything happened faster than his eyes could follow. A painful feeling overcame him as his vision became blurry. It was almost anti climactic. There was a loud sound, a flash, a bit of pain...then everything was silent. 

***

When the smoke cleared from the barrel of the sizer, the sizer which sat up in the clouds like an eagle upon the branch of a great Sequoia, the barrel pointing onward off into the heavens held up on the mighty tripods' thick legs, like a radio tower. 

Daniel tried to gather his bearings, waiting first for his eyes to decide how many tripods stood above him and just how far he was away. Just like the directions had said, he was disoriented. Everything looked so big, so alien, much more so than he had thought they would. The furniture dwarfed him, so much so in fact that he was having trouble telling things apart. His vision stretched to its limit, causing everything to blur once the limitations of his visual range were spent. The ceiling was so far above his head that he could no longer make up the color of the drywall, neither could he see the ceiling fan or the chandelier, only its light made it down to him.  

Sounds too were amplified, the hum of the refrigerator, the thumping of the furnace as it came on, the tick tick tick of the grandfather clock, the whirring sound the port-a-sizer made as it cooled off. Everything wasn’t just louder, it seemed to move slower and meshed together into a musical symphony of terror. 

Dan took his first, uneasy steps forward, holding his forehead to soothe the rage of his headache. The floor in front of him spanned onward in every direction, making it impossible for Dan to gauge where he was going. 

Had he been facing the kitchen…was this the direction of the living room, or was he walking toward the balcony door?

Miles upon miles of white and Grey marble tiles, every crack, dust ball and pebble was a landmark he didn’t recognize. Dan had to resist the urge to explore, to resist the instinct to try and GET somewhere. That was what people always seemed to want to do when they were lost, get unlost. Find something familiar, find somewhere, so they were no longer nowhere.  But he had left Donna detailed instructions on where to find him, if he moved there was always the chance she would miss him, and he didn't want that to happen.

The emotional reality of his situation began to sink in, as the initial shock wore off. He did it, he shrunk himself! A wave of fear and panic now began to replace the dumbfounded numbness. He did it, he fucken shrunk himself!

“I…fucking…did it?”

 He was helpless on the floor of his dining room, small and insignificant, vulnerable to anyone and anything 

“What if Donna doesn’t come home? What if she misses the note? What if she...oh god...what if she doesn’t see me and she…” Dan swallowed hard, now the shakes were manifest for a whole new reason. Terror. “She always freaks out when she see’s a bug, what if she see’s me before she reads the note and throws a shoe or something at me? Oh God, why didn’t I do this on the table or something? Fuck!”

Dan began to breathe heavily, he felt dizzy once more as his stomach tried to tie itself in a string of knotts. 

He screamed, loudly, from the bottom of his abdomen, the sort of scream reserved for only the worst. Then he threw up a little…then a lot…then nothing but thick yellow bile. This feeling lasted for about 10 minutes, but he came to, collected his strength and dusted himself off.

Then he screamed once more.

“No...I wanted this...this is what I wanted...” He said, between heaving gasps for air. He had to talk himself down, he couldn’t let Donna find him like this. Dan began to back up, distancing himself from the towering Sizer looming triumphantly above his head, unconcerned with his plight. 

It scared it, in fact it terrified him. Why was it so large? Why did it have to look so alien, so terrifying!

“I wanted this…I did this to myself, I knew this would happen. Deep breaths…in through the mouth, out through the nose…oh fuck…or is it in through the nose, and out through the mouth?” 

Dan had just begun to regain his composure when he felt something touching his shoulder. He turned, not sure what to expect and let out a blood curdling scream at the sight that beheld him.

 “BWAAA!” What Daniel saw before him was perhaps the single most hideous sight he had ever experienced. A creature about as large as a Smart Car, with huge red compound eyes and hideous greyish skin. The monster had hairs sticking out all over it and long wings on its back. It had 6 black legs and a long pointed snout with a suction like appendage at the end in the center of its face. A single thorax with a head in front, it didn't take long for him to realize, it was a housefly! Only impossibly huge!

“Fuck no! No…hell no!” Dan screamed, falling backward onto his ass, crab walking to put more distance between the fly and himself. He’d just been shrunk and now he was going to end up a fly’s meal!

Dan fumbled to stand and turned to run, so much in a panic he didn't realize it wasn't chasing him, until he was several yards(to his perspective) away. 

“I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die! Fuck off, fuck off, fuck the actual off!” The fly was much larger than it was supposed to be, the biggest being around 8-12 milometers. “It should be the size of a large dog, not a fucken car!” Dan looked back, the fly had not moved. 

Slowly he approached it again. The fly was dead...or dormant. It didn't move, and lay on its side. “Gross.” Dan cringed, if he hadn’t already evacuated the contents of his stomach, he would have now.

But this begged the question, why was this fly so large.

Dan’s eyes went wide. “No, wait…this isn’t right!”

‘BOOM!’ Dan jumped as he heard a loud crash, followed by a terrible vibration. It was so intense he forgot his disgust of the fly and hid behind its bloated, putrid body. 

The house and ground trembled once more, two smaller but still loud sounds could be heard, and then a rapid series of softer impact noises, with each one the trembling grew more and more fierce. 

“What…what is that? This isn’t right, something’s wrong….” Dan looked around frantically, the fly was the size of a Smart Car... he shouldn’t be small enough to ride the damn thing. He couldn't be inches tall...

Another violent impact tremor sent him falling to his backside.Dan had hardly a chance to locate its source when a sound so terrifying, so loud, so impossible overtook him...he froze in fear.

“I'm home!” Donna threw her purse onto a chair and approached the table, there was some mail unopened, so she began to sift through it. “Guess who I ran into today!” Donna threw some unwanted mail aside, and began to walk towards the kitchen, her eyes cast down onto the letter she was reading. “Come on, guess, you’ll never guess…”

Daniel looked up at the titan that was his wife. She moved in his direction, each stride impossibly long as legs strong enough to hold such a behemoth frame strode onward. She was heading right for him but he was too terrified to move...his senses did not register, his feet would not move...he just looked up as she stepped over him with one long stride taking her from so far away, to over top, to far away once more. Just like that, she was gone...into the kitchen...far out of reach. Her black round toe heels made a defining “KATHBOOM”, as the foot that was further away made a loud, but distant “KATHUD”. The sound gradually grew softer and softer as she increased the distance between them.

The way she moved was terrible, yet fascinating. With such huge strides she seemed to move fast, far faster than anything that big had any right to, yet at the same time to his perspective she was slow, almost like she was lagging somehow, or as if he was processing her movements faster than she was actually moving. With so much happening, and the stark realization that he had fucked up, he didn’t really have time to appreciate what he was expireicing. 

Time perception.  

Or rather, the time perception of something the size of a bug. 

“Dan?” She shouted louder, with a voice that was both feminine and recognisable while at the same time deeper, louder and with more presence than it had ever held before. In reality, he was simply hearing her voice differently than he had before.

He didn’t like it…at all.

“Donna…” Dan whispered. She was home.

“You in here Dan? Donna spoke quieter, brushing her black hair from before her face. Donna was the younger of the two, at 27. She had young features, and stood just a few inches shorter than her husband. She worked as a hotel front desk manager, so she often dressed to impress. “Guess he's not home.” Donna threw the rest of the mail onto the kitchen counter. The impact sent a piece of paper with her name on it off the counter to the floor, where it slid under the refrigerator. The note Dan had carefully left for her...and his most hopeful chance at discovery. 

There was a long silence, Dan sat beside the corpse of the house fly...he didn't move, he didn't breath...he just sat there...until.

“What am I going to do?!” He screamed and scurried to his feet. He ran around, unsure where to go, what to do. His arms flailed above his head in  panic...he went right...towards the kitchen...but it was impossibly far away...he gave up...looking back at the fly...and the giant X he had tapped to the floor. He had to stay there...she would read the note...and find him. If he kept his cool, remained calm and thought this out, he could still make this work. He just had to stay calm.

Slowly Dan began to make his way to the spot he had marked, peeking over to the fly in thought. He was still only half way to his destination...covering distance at his size was much harder than he thought. “The hell does everything have to be so far away.” Dan said, already tired of walking.

“No way am I Three inches....crap...this is closer to 1 centimeter. Fucken hell..” Dan swore, continuing his way to the tape marking. The distant sounds of Donna's steps grew louder again, as she walked through the dining room once more. This time she was a fair distance from him and seemed occupied, her green eyes locked forward uninterested in the world at her feet. “Did she read it yet? Come on hun...read the note.” Dan sighed as Donna left the room. Sometime later she returned, her shoes were off and she wore a more comfortable shirt. Donna approached him, the soft pads of her sock-clad feet made a much less frightening “THWUMP” sound as she walked, but the tremors were just as violent. 

Donna stopped relatively close to Dan's general location. She seemed curious as to the strange set up on the dining room table. She eyed it curiously, moving a few steps towards the table.

“What's he got going on here?” Donna picked the prism's up and began to look them over. 

“What are you doing? Donna, come on, go read the note!” Dan pleased, he felt very uncomfortable with how close she was now. If she didn't know he was here she could step on him.

To say Donna was humongous was an understatement. This was the same feeling he’d get standing beside the CN tower looking up. She just kept going upward, on and to forever and anything past her knees was practically unrecognizable, nothing but a far distant blurr. That is of course, if he could see it at all, as standing straight up, Dan couldn’t see anything past Donna’s hips. She was just too far away to see. The world he now lived in saw only her feet, ehr socks and the beginning of her legs. She was an alien structure now. 

“Heh...boy's and their toys.” Donna shrugged and eyed the Sizer, which by now was cool and had resumed standby mode. “At least he took the garbage out I guess.” She shrugged and took a few steps back, her socks sticking to something on the floor. “The hell?” Donna looked down, there was a piece of tape stuck to her sock. Her eyes scanned the floor and she took notice of the big black “X” Dan had stuck to the floor. 

“Oh shit...”Dan began to run, waving his arms in the air, he called Donna's name and begged her to look at him and notice him. But his strides were too short and he watched his wife bend down, examine the tape, then tear it up...crumple it in her palm and quickly rise into the heavens to her full height once more.

 Dan slowed his pace as Donna arose a mighty Goddess in all her glory. There was no chance of getting her attention when she was standing...he was too small..far too small. “Shit…” Dan muttered, he had missed his chance to be seen.

Donna stepped over her miniscule husband and back into the kitchen once more. Daniel took after her, frantic to keep up, to catch her, to be rescued! But a few of her strides left him once again alone. 

“Donna, come back…don’t leave me here…” Dan slumped to his knees, panting heavily. He was a large man, out of shape. He couldn't run the miles it would take to get to the kitchen! 

'Whomp Whomp Whomp....' Dan jumped at the sudden loud, repetitive sound. 

'Whomp Whomp Whomp'....there it was again.

“The hell is that?” Dan furrowed his brow, turning toward the direction the sound was coming.

“Hold on, I'm coming!” Donna tore through the dining room suddenly, directly over Dan, her feet falling heavy as she raced toward the direction of the noise. Donna moved from the kitchen, to the dining room, to the front entrance.

“Wahh!” Dan screamed, curling up defensively as Donna’s terrifying form blurred past him

'Whomp Whomp Whomp...' 

“Hold on!” Donna shouted. 

By this point Dan's ears had grown used to the new volume, but it didn't stop the headache that volume caused.

“Oh...hey!” Donna's pitch changed from impatience to one of joy.

Dan turned in the direction of the door, he could hear another voice now...but it was muffled by the great distance. The tremors increased in number, so he knew he would find out soon enough who was here.

“I don't know if he's home or not. I think he might be out. DAN! Guess who's here?!” Donna shouted, there was no response, so she turned to the older woman beside her. The figure standing behind her was a little taller than Donna, with long salt and pepper colored hair and similar features. She wore very little makeup, only just enough to look ‘proper’. A white dress ended at her knees, sleeveless, held up by two D cup breasts squeezed together at the front. The woman was larger around the waist than Donna, but only just. Her skin was tan, smooth and well cared for and she wore open toe strappy sandals with well manicured painted toes sticking out. Dan knew by the tone who this goddess was. 

“Oh not her...” Dan sunk at the sight before him. The creature that stood above him, looming above, was Fran, Donna's mother. “Anybody but her.”

Fran trespassed into Dan's living room with confident strides, making her way towards him, unwavering in her confidence. 

“Hey!” Dan screamed as a sandal the size of a house shut out all light, casting its shadow over him. “Hey wait, stop!” Dan begged, then sprinted as the foot came down its thick rubbery sole overcoming the floor as far as he could see. “Fran, stop!”

“Hadn’t you said he’d be home.” Fran inquired, her foot planting firmly on the tiled floor.

Dan doubted his ability to make it in time and decided to go for broke, taking one last leap of desperation as the his Mother in Law’s foot came down hard. “Gah!” Dan yelped, the displaced air caused by Fran’s step aiding Dan’s egress. 

He landed hard on the tiled floor, unsure if he’d made it, unsure if at any second his existence would end under the dark rubbery sole of Fran’s footwear. He expected it all to end...but there was nothing. Fran’s foot remained in place momentarily, before rising with a great whoosh of air, drawing him forward like a tumbleweed of dust.

“Noo!” Dan cried as the foot rose, nearly taking him with it as it left! Fran’s sandal soared into the heavens, Dan’s momentum ending well before Fran’s foot found ground elsewhere. He had been nearly crushed...spared by millimeters, then nearly died once more because he was too light to resist the displaced air from a simple footfall. 

“Typical, never around when you need him.” Fran groaned as she pulled out a chair and sat. Her voice much deeper than Donna’s. 

“I’m right here you colossal Bitch!” Dan screamed, crawling to his feet.

Fran  scraped the chair against the floor to adjust herself to the table then crossed her legs letting her right foot dangle a little in the air. “Out with ‘the boys’?”

“He works hard Mom, don't be so hard on him.” Donna brushed her mom on the shoulder with a hand and made her way into the kitchen.

“Works, I thought he was fired?” Fran gloated as her right foot bobbed up and down idly.

“I was laid off, you crone!” Dan scowled.

 “Want anything to drink?” Donna ignored Fran’s jab, choosing instead to deflect the conversation elsewhere.

“Sure, whatever you have laying around will do.” Fran spoke back, examining the table top casually, as the sandal that hung in the air began to slide off her smooth tan foot.

Dan stood, patted himself down and breathed a sigh of relief. He was alive...Donna was in the kitchen...she would read the note...and he would be saved! He wasn't sure he wanted Fran around when he was discovered...but Donna was there...what could go wrong! “First thing I’m doing when Donna finds me is telling her to kick your wrinkled ass out…” Dan huffed, breathing a sigh of relief at his fortune. At least he was alive.

Fran's attention drifted to the prism set, and the sizer on the tripod on the other end of the room. She seemed mildly interested, and spoke up. “What's all this crap?” She motioned to the prism and tripod. 

“It’s not crap…they are important tools you TROLL!” Dan glared.

“What? Oh that?” Donna poked her head out from the kitchen to see what her mother was pointing to. “Dunknow...Dan's toys I guess.” She ducked back into the kitchen.

“Not Toys...those were expensive...get your hands off.” Dan grumbled as he watched Fran look over his things. He made his way towards the table, thinking over where the best place to be discovered would be. There would be no way to climb the table...not without help.

“Looks cheap and expensive, the tell tail signs of a fool parted with his money.” Fran lifted one of the prims off the assembly, nearly dropping it in the process. If she broke that, he would have to get a new one.

“Fran!” Dan screamed, eyes wide in panic. He didn’t want to spend six to eight weeks like this waiting for a prism to come in the mail! “Put it down, put it down, put it down!”

“What was that Mum?” Donna hummed.

“Nothing dear.” Fran huffed, roughly setting the prism down on the table and crossing her arms. Her eyes scanned around the room lazily as she allowed her sandal to slide off her bouncing leg, ignoring it as it tumbled to the floor.

“Hey, be careful with that Fr…” Dan had no time to react as Fran’s sandal crashed down in front of him, tumbling onto its side and nearly ending his existence. “Hey!” He screamed, his second near miss death by her goddamn footwear tonight!  

When Donna came back into the room, she took a seat in the chair nearest her mother, brushing a rabble of Dan’s mess out of the way, sending the prism rolling on its side and in a wobbly circle, stopping eventually as it settled. 

“This is crazy…they’re going to kill me before she reads that damn note.” Dan feared, and began to look for a way to get their attention, anything. Their gigantic voices no longer his concern as they praddled on, talking about nothing of great importance to him. 

But doing so very loudly.

Dan didn’t spot a way onto the table, or any way of breaking through Donna’s thick wool sock, or overcoming the titanic sandal where Fran’s bare toes resided, a sandal easily three or four times as thick as he was tall. He did however spot Fran's purse beside her chair leg. 

“Maybe I could hitch a ride...if she were to lift her purse up...maybe.” Dan wasted no time, making for her purse.

“Well, actually I do take issue with that, Donna do you know what….” Fran’s voice boomed, interrupting Donna mid sentence. As if to emphasise her point, her bare right foot came down, landing very nearly ontop of Dan without so much a warning. 

His only saving grace, the gap between her big and second toe.

Dan froze, he had almost been stepped on, crushed by a falling shoe, now very nearly stepped on once more. Saved by a one in a million chance, but introduced to Fran’s toejam as a result.

“Oh…oh god that’s gross.” Dan heaved, too disgusted to be terrified, or to take this chance to make an attempt to contact her for help.

“Mom, that’s not fair, he tried to apply for EI, but I make too much…and besides….”

As quickly as Fran’s foot came down, it rose up again, hunting for the sandal she had let drop. Dan ducked, unsure when or where it would come down, but very sure he didn’t want to stick around to find out.

Onward, toward her purse strap Dan ran, and waisted no time climbing onto it and holding on for dear life. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the only way he was getting up and onto that table…hopefully.

The two women chatted for hours, three in fact while Dan impatiently waited for Fran to lift her purse up...she always did. To get something, normally her phone, or something she just HAD to show Donna. But this time it didn't look like it was going to happen. 

“Oh for the love of…shut UP…all you do is talk!” Dan whined, Fran’s slow, deep, bellowing echoey voice already drilling a hole through his skull.

“Okay, well….” Fran’s voice began, but was cut off as without much warning she stood to her feet, and pushed her chair against the floor. The sound hurt Dan's ear, causing him to release one hand to cover an ear.

“OW Damnit, puck up the chair!”

“Well, I should be heading out...” Fran reached down and took hold of the handle of her purse, lifting it, she slung it around her shoulder, holding on firmly with one hand where the strap met the purse.

“I need to...”Dan was about to get off, when darkness overcame him. Fran's hand closed in over him, pinning him to the purse handle. “MHMMHPHFMM!!!” Dan couldn't move, he couldn't struggle. He couldn't even breath. He was pressed against Fran's warm palm, and the cold leather purse strap.

“Ok. Still on for tomorrow?” Donna asked, as she gave her mother a hug?

“Sure!” Fran rubbed her daughter's back with her free hand.

The two made their way to the door. They spoke, walked slowly...stopped...spoke some more...and made a little more progress. Daniel was in a bad way, his lungs burnt, his compressed chest begged for air, but none was allowed in. Finally there was movement, Fran let go of the strap, to put her jacket on and Daniel was taken up with her hand, stuck to her skin like a squashed fruit fly.

 It was a dizzying descent, but somewhere in the process of lifting her hand to put her jacket on Dan came free of her palm and free fell towards the ground.

“Wait…Fran…I’m here don’t…wait!” Dan screamed, before the fall took the wind out of him.

But rather than the hard floor, Dan landed on a soft squishy surface, and began to slide off almost immediately. “Woah…woah wait..hey…help me! Donna help!”

 Struggling to keep his hold, he felt another object against his back. Looking around, he could see the underside of Fran's chin as she spoke to her daughter. Her voice was impossibly loud from this vantage. 

“Where the fuck…oh no…shit.” Dan began to realize where he was, he was sitting atop one of Fran’s breasts! The irritation was enough for Fran to absentmindedly scratch her breast and adjust her dress. This separated the two mammaries enough to allow their passenger to slide between them....seconds later they reunited with one another, pressing him firmly between them. Fran adjusted her dress once more, sealing Dan into his prison. 

His arm was trapped over his head, his nose and face pressed against her right breast, his back and legs crumpled between her left. He could just see the underside of her jaw, and her neck line, and the giant gold chain of her necklace. He could hear the pounding of her heart, and the heat that emanated off her breasts was terrible. Dan tried to struggle, but he had no leverage...he was pressed flat, held by the strength of her tight fitting dress.

“D…o…nna!” Dan let out a squeaked, his lungs desperately trying to do their job between the crushing globes of flesh.

“Ok, Love you ma...see you tomorrow!” The two goddesses hugged once more, pressing their chests together.

Dan could only hear the sound of Donna's voice...what she was saying was muffled by the breasts that held him tight. The loud pounding of Fran's heart, her rhythmic breathing...and her overpowering voice was all he could make out clearly.

Movement began, with each step she took her breasts heaved and wobbled, heaved and wobbled. The movement was tormenting. Dan struggled vainly as each heave and wobble carried him further and further away from his beloved. 

“No!” Dan screamed. “Not like this…not with her.” Dan cried, his stomach lurching. He tried to scream, only to be silenced by the breasts  holding him prisoner. “Not with her…anyone but her.” His heart sank as the possibilities began to sink in. He was her prisoner...and God above help him when she figured it out.

His shrinking adventure was going to happen, just not with the Giantess he’d wanted.