Chapter 2

When Daniel Gillman had made the ill fated decision to shrink himself, it had been done with a certain set of expectations. Dan had taken the time to map everything out in his head and foolishly believed he had thought of everything that could have gone wrong.

Dan was a moron.

Even Though he had spent most of his adult life dreaming about what this exact moment would feel like; what it would feel like to surrender all power, abandon independence and forfeit his free will. When it actually came to losing all power, all privilege and recognition as a human being...to become what he was now, that erotic sugar glaze over the whole thing had quickly turned sour and rancid, like ash in his mouth.

This wasn’t at all what it was supposed to feel like, Dan mused. It was supposed to be blissful, comfortable, erotic! To be caressed between two breasts, held tightly and warmly like a precious infant. It was supposed to feel warm, safe, comfortable, and pleasurable. 

Not…whatever this was!

No where in his fantasies was there room for nausea, suffocation, asphyxia or the crushing brutal weight of the globules of human fat as large as houses.

This wasn’t warm, this was sweltering.

He wasn’t being softly embraced, he was being crushed! His ribs cracked, his muscles ached. Arms pinned in awkward positions losing sensation as circulation was cut off.

Every step Francine took caused intense pain all over Dan’s body as her two breasts smashed together...every breath Fran took tightened his confined prison together. Dan had to fight and struggle for every half breath of air he took in. Fran's breasts pressed together and formed around him, giving him no room and the more he struggled the further ensnared he became. 

“Come…on…let me go!” Dan tried to pull his arms into a better position, but Fran’s sticky, sweaty skin like glue held him in place. 

He tried to shove against his confines for more room, but yielding flesh was replaced with more flesh as the fatty deposits on Francine’s chest seemed to form a mould around him form fitting to his body.

“H…help…goddamn I can’t…I can’t breathe.” Dan cried, his own tears mixing with the boob sweat all around him. He hadn’t imagined ever that of all places, this was where he would die.

Which brought another issue to mind…boob’s were a hell of a lot more hot, sweaty and uncomfortable to ride in than he had ever imagined. Which now that he was crushed between, made sense. Skin on skin, confined in a tight space, friction rubbing them together. It was like an oven.

Another inconsistency was of course the person who he found himself a possession of. Daniel had always the pleasure of deciding just who he would dream about. Every giantess in his wildest fantasies was a perfect creation of his own choice. Everything she did, said, felt...was his desire. He had always been the master sculptor. 

The reality now was much different. 

Dan really was just along for the ride, Francine was the world, every minute movement, unwilling or not, affected Dan's entire life. He had no control, there was no safe word, there was no pause button. He had no more choice over what happened, than who it was that would be the cause in the first place. Never in his wildest dreams would he have chosen to be with Francine, but that was just it… Dan was starting to understand, his list of “choices” ended with the decision to forfeit his humanity.

A man the size of a gnat had very little influence over the will of titans. The moment Dan had become ensnared in her gravitational pull, his fate was sealed.

***

Francine’s travels were seemingly endless.

Her breasts were forced together as she reached up to grasp hold of the steering wheel of her bright red 2010 Chevy Corvette convertible. While it may have offered some sense of relief to feel the cool breeze as Fran drove with the top down. This particular day she chose to drive with the roof up, and the heat on.

Of course, Dan had no knowledge of any of this, just the consequences of her actions…a sharp rise in temperature and a severe lack of space as her breasts hugged him even tighter now as Fran drove.

Her choice in music, Country, was not to Dan’s liking either, and served to drown out even his loudest screams for mercy. The blaring music took away any small chance his please’s for mercy would be heard as Fran hummed along, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel as she did.

Dan groaned, maybe death wasn’t such a bad thing?

When Francine stood suddenly, the cessation of music and signing suggested she had stopped the car? Dan found he had slid further down between her breasts, no longer could he see the underside of her chin. Pale light filtered through, but for the most part he was in darkness. Hot, humid and stale air was all he could take in, and only when her movements were enough to allow precious small amounts in. The rhythmic thumping of her heartbeats drown out all sound from outside leaving only the sound of Fran’s sandals crunching gravel to suggest to Dan what was happening..

“Large black, three sugar.” Fran’s enormous voice commanded. There were more words, the ordering of food and random small talk to whomever she was ordering from

The wobbling once more commenced as Francine carried Dan away. He felt a sickening descent as she most likely sat down to consume her food.

She sat…silently except for the sickening sound of mastication and the gurgling of her stomach as she swallowed. It made Daniel want to vomit…more than that however, the hot liquid sliding down her esophagus warmed her chest, causing him even more misery.

Sweat…he was covered in it. Francine’s and his own…threatened to drown him. It was in his eyes, up his nose, everywhere. On top of this, he was stiff all over. Dan prayed to whoever or whatever could hear him, for mercy. Prayed to die, prayed to pass out and awake somewhere else, anywhere. But no such ecstasy came. He was forced to endure every moment, every second awake, aware...and in hell.

Eventually Francine stood and made her way out…stopping of course to chat with someone…who Dan would never know. The new voice was so muffled by the globes of breast flesh, he couldn’t even distinguish their gender. 

Francine laughed, filling his ears with the most obnoxious laugh he knew existed, like something out of a television sitcom. She exchanged pleasantries  for what seemed like an eternity, before saying an elongated, drawn out goodbye and leaving at last.

The car ride continued, and the loud, twangy sound of Francine’s music once again filled Dan’s world.

He wanted to die.

Finally the time came, a great many sounds began to hint to Dan that she had arrived home…and soon if he was lucky, remove him from hell.

Dan was not so fortunate. 

For sure, Fran had in fact arrived home, slipped off her shoes and deposited her purse on a hook by the door. But rather than slip into something more comfortable, Francine Demont put up her feet and turned on the T.V…where for the next three hours she sat watching prime time sitcoms until she dozed off, in her arm chair.

Dan could only listen to her loud, off putting snoring, powerless to wake her.

Powerless to end his torment.

***

When Fran eventually woke and discovered the time, she dragged herself to her bedroom to begin her nightly routine, slipping off her pants and shirt, then lazily undoing her bra in the process.

And so Dan’s cell began to shake and rumble violently, slowly the unrelenting pressure that held him in place began to give.

He was free!

Cool air seeped in, blinding light assaulting his eyes! Release, it was such a blissful feeling Dan could hardly comprehend.

 His vision tried to focus on anything, but there was too much to take in. Not that he had much time for that, for as soon as the blissful air blessed his battered form, he began to slide off Francine’s breast, as pressure no longer held them together. Too exhausted to scream, he allowed himself to fall, expecting a hard landing on a cold floor.

But Dan’s landing was soft! Dan bounced, then rolled until he came to a stop.  Too tired to sit, to stand or to wipe his eyes. Dan squinted, trying to adjust to the light. The alien surface was pink and white with a quilted pattern that went on in all directions for miles. His eyes began to focus on the monolithic naked image of Francine off in the distance. 

“F…fran…” Dan’s throat, cracked and dry, squeezed the desperate words out. 

What was she doing? Was she…undressing? That must have meant ge had landed on her bed.

His life was saved by a bed.

Dan could almost laugh. At least he wasn’t on the floor anymore.

Francine continued to undress, the last garment to remove her panties.  With great effort, Dan turned his head, taking note of her bra, the very instrument of torment which had been used to press her breasts together,  as it sat on the bed near him, crumpled, limp and lifeless. 

Fran’s breasts gave up their bounce and vigor, and sagged just a little. Dan wanted to look away, turn from the image before him, but he found himself entranced. Every muscle begged for rest and even the slight turning of his head felt like the greatest undertaking he’d ever been asked to do.  So stare he did, as his own Mother in Law undressed before him, then mulled about for something to wear to bed.

Francine was by far hideous. Sure she was older than he was, her body was not tight and smooth like it had once been. But she was in good shape for a woman chasing her 50’s, and at his diminutive size, it was indeed a sight to behold.

“Fr…ancine.” It took great effort for Dan to speak. Both arms still felt numb from being bent in such awkward positions for so long, and only now was the telltale sensation of pins and needles starting to take effect.

Try as he may, Francine took no notice of him, simply continuing to go about her business, dressing for bed.

Fran disappeared into her ensuite bathroom, leaving Dan alone to recuperate. The silence and rest being what his body needed most right now. But Dan would now allow sleep to take hold. That would be foolish, he was in no place to fall asleep, for soon Francine would come to bed, throw off her comforter and lay her enormous body down to sleep. He would either be thrown off the bed to his death, or crushed under her girth.

“I have to get her attention.” Dan weighed the terrifying possibilities in his head. Oh the things she could do to him, the things she could force him to endure. Was it a death sentence?  Would she stomp him like a bug...or force him to live as her possession?  Or would she assist him. There was the chance she would show mercy, compassion and help him find his way back to Donna. 

Francine wasn’t a terrible person…they got along…most of the time?

“God...what am I thinking...I can't ask her for help...” Dan moaned. There was no doubt in his mind Fran would take full advantage of her power over him. Even if she didn’t torment him like some cliche macrophile villain, she would certainly lord this over him. She would never let him live this down.

Worse, she would use it against him…time and time again.

No, he had to find a way back to Donna himself. Maybe using Francine as an unwilling taxi in the process?

The blaring sound of a klaxon-like alarm tore Dan from his musings. It was loud, repetitive and painful. A brief moment of silence, then again…this pattern repeated over and over until Fran seemed to take notice. 

Back into the room, heavy footfalls shaking the ground. She  had just slipped on a silk nightgown, and turned towards her nightstand. Dan watched her arm stretch out over an impossible distance, to lift up an old landline telephone that sat by her bed.

‘That racket was a phone?’ Dan wondered, horrified. Everything was so alien to him now…so frightening.

“Hello?” Fran’s voice boomed, invading the sanctity of his thoughts, forcing him to listen.

Dan struggled to look her way, to follow her movements as she paced back and forth along her bed, to and from her night stand.

“Oh? Well, have you tried calling him?” Came Fran’s response to whomever was on the other end of the phone.

There was a pause as the person on the other end spoke. Dan took this time to pull an arm under himself, then the other. He was starting to get sensation back. 

“Calm down calm down...I'm sure he just got tied up somewhere.” Fran's voice was calming, she was attempting to bring whoever was on the other line to ease. Of course, to Dan this ‘calming’ voice still sounded louder and more terrifying than a human voice had any right to be.

“Donna?” Dan lit up, she was talking to Donna...about him! Donna was worried. Which meant she must not have read the note. 

Fear began to sink in...something must have happened to his note...and if she didn't read it...she wouldn't know where to look for him. Nobody would...nobody would be looking down.

“Well…maybe…” Francine begen, but paused as Donna cut her off.

“I have to get her to see me.” Dan felt as second wind, Donna’s presence, even through the phone line feeding his will to live. With much pain and effort Dan forced himself to sit up, groaning.

“Did you call the police....a....and...and what did they say?” There was a pause, Fran sat down on the bed. “Well wait until morning and maybe he will show up somewhere?”

Dan's frantic plea for help turned into a scream for his life, as Fran's silk covered rear end covered the sky.

“Fran don’t sit….” Dan screamed, with no time to run, he braced himself for the end. His sentence hadn’t even left his mouth before he was consumed in darkness once again. 

There was silence, and darkness, and endless pressure form all around. He felt as if he had been removed from his body, and placed in complete confinement, total sensory deprivation If her breasts had been a confining prison, her fleshy rear was a coffin six feet under ground. A soft, silky coffin. There was no air, and his lungs were refused the right to expand. Dan began to black out...his thoughts fading, his consciousness letting go. A final burst of strength pushed him to flail, to fight against the silky doom that encased him. He tried to kick, claw, bite, scream using every ounce of strength he held within!

All of it useless.

Fran's muffled voice broke through, he could hear what she was saying, vaguely, over the gurgling and rumbling that came from whatever was on the other side of this silk nightie. Bowel sounds mostly.

“Well c....e.....in t..e....mo...rni.n..g” Her voice began to fade.

Once more a low rumble came form Fran’s underside. 

Dan knew what was about to happen well before it actually did. It was almost funny. Before dying of asphyxiation, Dan would be treated to the most indignant fart of his life.

‘Pfffffffffft’ Sure enough, as Fran attempted to comfort her middle child, a long, seemingly endless silent fart wafted all around him, choking him in its rank scent. 

He had been wrong before…NOW Dan wanted to die.

Eventually, Francine hung up the phone and placed it gently down on the nightstand, letting out a worried sigh.

“Oh dear...” She was concerned for her daughter. Not so much for her missing son in law. Fran took a few moments before standing up, she took a few steps towards the window and brushed the curtain aside looking out from her apartment balcony.

The cool air once again revived Dan and his lungs began to feverishly suck in air. He coughed and sputtered and gagged, rolling over onto his stomach. His body ached...but he was alive. Once more he had survived a terrible ordeal that had been nothing at all like he’d imagined it to be.

Being embraced by a giant woman's rear end was nothing but a smothering, crushing way to die a painful death. Dan felt betrayed by his own desires.

“Oh God...oh God...” he cried, coughing and choking to get in as much air as he could. “I don't want this anymore...please God...I take it back...I don't want this! That was nothing like I thought it would be.”  Dan closed his eyes, his tears from both pain and fear in equal measures.

In every story he had ever written. All the fictional tiny men he had sent to their death's under the sexy ass cheeks of gorgeous women! There was no ecstasy, no pleasure there at all! Just painful asphyxiation! His life drained from him slowly, as Fran spoke on the phone, she would have killed him...and never known. His life, his dreams...everything he had accomplished...would have been for nothing, snuffed out under another human being's ass. His body would have fallen unnoticed, with no remorse felt from his killer. To die, alone, afraid...under a human being's bottom, there was no Eros, no sexual pleasure! Only fear. Pure fear.

Fran's footfalls alerted Dan to her movement. Her frame passed by the bed, and he watched in awe and respect. If she were still human then Dan was a small insect before her, no more deserving of her attention than a fruit fly. Less and less he saw himself as her equal. She was a terribly powerful creature...who only allowed him to exist out of ignorance.

Dan groaned, forcing himself up to crabwalk backwards…he had to put distance between himself and her, he had to get  away from Fran. But in the first moment of mercy he’d received since shrinking, Fran distanced herself from him, turning out the light as she exited the room, leaving only the dim light from the hall.

Hunger and thirst overcame him, another often overlooked technicality seldom throughout by the average Macrophille. 

Dan had not eaten all day, nor had he anything to drink save for the rancid sweat that mixed with his own while trapped in Francine’s cleavage.  Now he was alone, in the darkness of his captor's room, on the deserted landscape of her bed with no potential prospects for food or water anywhere near.

“I may as well be lost in the Sahara...” Dan whimpered, standing at last to make a sad attempt at exploring his surroundings. If he couldn’t find food, he had to at least try and get off Francine’s bed.

The trek was long, and the climb difficult, but once he reached her pillow and had it scaled...he was presented with a higher vantage point with which to view her bedroom. Maybe there would be a way down off her bed, or an advantage he couldn’t see from below? Maybe he could even stay here and use Fran’s pillow as a platform to be seen?

‘Disgusting worm!’ Dan shivered as an image of Fran swatting him like a mosquito invaded his mind, her enormous palm, fingers spread in every direction coming down on him like the worlds most painful High Five.

He wouldn’t stand a chance.

“At least that'd be quick.” Dan muttered, rubbing his sore neck and wincing from the shooting pain in his ribs.

Most of all Dan thought about Donna, how alone and afraid she was right now. Why hadn’t his fantasies prepared him for that? What must have gone through the families of all the tiny men who were destroyed in all these wild dreams of his? How many wives are left alone at night, mothers crying for their lost sons? And the cruel goddesses? What of them? Did they ever feel guilt? Shame?

Would Fran feel guilty if she killed him? Would she ever even know?

Dan gave his head a shake. They were fiction...none of them REAL! Of course there was no shame, guilt...because HE had never wanted to think about it...why should it have ever come up! It was just fantasy. This however...this was real.

The landscape began to rumble without notice as Francine returned. Her looming form grew closer and more imposing as she approached her bed. 

“Fran!” Dan screamed, waving his arms and attempting to jump up and down…making this mistake only once and grasping his aching side. “Nope…can’t jump…” He winced.

Fran ignored and sat on the bed, while he continued to scream for her assistance, waving his arms as best he could. She said nothing as she folded down the covers and crawled under them, her head landing on her pillow with a ‘thud’.

“Woah, hey!” Dan fought to stand, but the depression caused by Fran's head pulled him inward as the land began to slope down! “No…hey wait!” Dan cried, just ecstatic he hadn’t been pinned by ANOTHER one of her body parts.

A building sized hand landed on the other side of him, and she quickly tucked it under her head, sweeping Dan down further close to her face! Dan tried to move in time, but was bulldozed along by Fran’s thumb.

“Francine stop!” Dan screamed, but her eyes looked onward, unfocused and uncaring.

Dan pulled himself out from under her thumb and looked toward her eyelids. He was so close, all he had to do was run over and she would be looking right at him. But it was not meant to be, as soon the gigantic eyelids began to shut.

 “No! Don't you go to sleep!” Dan screamed in panic and began to claw and punch at Francine’s lips. “Wake up you cow!”

Warm hot air blew at Dan from Francine’s nose like an angry bull, toppeling Dan over effortlessly, then without warning Fran's mouth opened, taking in air like a vacuum as she yawned. 

“Oh shi…” Dan didn't even have time to scream. He was sucked into her mouth without resistance. The dim light from outside faded as her lips closed. She smacked them open a few times before settling down to sleep. 

Dan's movements were noticed on some subconscious level, as Fran's tongue flick upward sending him sprawling backwards. It was pitch dark, he didn't know which way to go! But he soon found he had absolutely no control over it. The wet, humid inner area of her mouth was not a spacious expanse like he had written about so often. There was no room to move, no room to run. He was pressed firmly against her wet smiley tongue, and her tongue pressed firm against the roof of her mouth. The only movement came when enough saliva gathered in her mouth to cause a swallowing response. Dan helplessly found himself carried along for the ride!

Strong thick muscles pressed him from all sides and began to force him down the long tube. There was no struggling, sexual feeling of victory as his goddess pleasured herself to his struggles. He had been sucked in with a gulp of air, and as she drifted off to sleep he was being forced down her esophagus...and she didn't even know it.