[Eelskin]

Part 2

So I went. Of course I went. I still had that bet on my mind, but the previous night had eased my fears. And, oh man? the girl I had been crushing on for the previous six months had invited me over to her place- a second time. Damn right I was going. I hopped into a taxi almost right away to make sure I wouldn?t be late. I got there half an hour early and wandered around the block to kill time. I tried to remember the layout of the building, and which side of the building her window was on. I was pretty sure I knew which window hers should have been, but it was dark. I kept glancing up at it, but even 5 minutes before I was due to arrive, there was still no life within. Is she late? I thought.

So I buzzed. Sure enough, her voice came on the intercom. ?Richard??

?That?s me.?

?Come up!?

So I guess I had the wrong one. Up I went. My heart was pounding in my chest as I knocked on her door. Neither of us was drunk tonight, so this was almost like a first date. I didn?t have much time to worry about it right at the moment, however, as she opened the door right then.

She looked fantastic. She was wearing a sleek blue dress that really showed off her curves, but I didn?t have time to stare. She pulled me in through the doorway and met my mouth with hers, pushing her tongue into my mouth aggressively. My dick leaped up immediately, and I could feel the blood pulsing through it. We clumsily made our way through her hallway, towards her bedroom. Once in, I was disoriented with lust, and barely registered anything right away; all that seemed to exist was Kristen. For someone so small, she was surprisingly strong- I found that when she wanted me to be closer to her, I was suddenly there. If she wanted me to kiss her neck or her ear, she didn?t tell me; she would push my head gently and suddenly that?s where my mouth would be. She broke off the kiss suddenly, and fell back on the bed. I stood in the middle of the room, and, for the first time, noticed my surroundings.

The room was completely different from the room we had been in 24 hours prior. The room I had slept in the night before was painted pale blue, with a few photographs on the wall of random people I hadn?t met- though a few of them had looked familiar. Her furniture was compact and functional, and there was a small pile pf dirty clothes in the corner. The room itself wasn?t very large, either; no more than 80 square feet or so.

This room, however, was something completely different. To begin, it was at least three times- probably more like four times bigger. Instead of pale blue, it was painted red and gold in an intricate pattern, and the walls were covered with what looked like writing in Arabic- I don?t know, I don?t read Arabic, but it looked like some writing in a language I?d never seen. Her furniture was gone, and replaced with lavish, luxurious, antique-looking furniture. Instead of a dresser, she now had a wardrobe. Instead of a computer desk, she had an old-fashioned writing desk, with an inkpot and quill. I don?t think she even had a bookcase before, but she certainly did now, and it covered one entire wall. The bed itself was bigger, and it had a canopy over it, with silk curtains draped down around all four sides, held up by four poles that looked like they were made from gold. She grabbed one of these curtains now and pulled herself up slowly, licking her lips.

?Surprised??

?Uh?? What could I say? I had no idea what was going on. This obviously wasn?t the same room we had been in before. My memory must have been wrong. We must have gone through a different door. Maybe a different apartment! ?Where are we??

?My room.?

?How many rooms do you have? This isn?t the same one.?

?Mmm.? She grunted her discontent. ?Come on, Richard. No time for boring questions like that one. Is that really the only thing on your mind right now?? She pulled herself up fully and began walking towards me slowly and deliberately. I didn?t move, my mouth dry and not comprehending what was going on. She leaned up and kissed me on my chin, and pulled my face down towards her. She kissed me again, and I responded this time, kissing her back. What else was there to do?

It was then, though, that things began to get really strange. I put my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me, and I thought I could feel my hands slowly losing their grip, as though her waist were trying to get away from them, though I held her from both the left and the right. At the same time, I had to lean down just a little bit more than a moment before to kiss her. It felt as though she were bending her knees, just slightly, so I brought my left hand up behind her shoulder and shifted my weight and gently pushed her back into a dive. She gasped in surprise and smiled, and as she bent her knees to accommodate the new position, I realised that she hadn?t been bending them at all before! I straightened up and took another look at Kristen, and then looked again. And then a double take. She was clearly smaller than she had been a moment ago. Not by much, just by a couple of centimetres, but? well, maybe several centimetres. She looked up at me with a knowing, playful smile.

?What?s the matter, Richard??

?Uh?? Now I definitely didn?t know how to respond. The top of her head now came up to my mouth, about, which was clearly lower than before. She was clearly standing straight up, though? ?Are you feeling okay??

?Me? I?m feeling just fine.? She took a step forward and kissed me on my chest, then another one, slightly lower down, then another? I looked down at her and I could see that she wasn?t angling her head at all. I stepped away from her, out of her embrace. ?Come on, Rich-ard? loosen up a little,? she said as she took a step to follow me. The top of her head was now just below my chin.

?Kristen? are you shrinking?? I couldn?t believe the words were coming out of my mouth, but there they were.

She only laughed. ?Of course.? As though it were a stupid question. She stood still and I watched as she slowly dwindled, getting just a little bit smaller with each passing second. ?Now come on,? she said, biting her lower lip, ?we have work to do.?

I backed away and made a beeline for the door. I heard her call my name as I ran, but didn?t stop. I opened the door and there was a closet behind it. Clothes hanging- an ordinary closet. I looked at the inside of the door and saw a large mirror hanging from it. I must have picked the wrong door. I wheeled around and scanned the room, and saw another door on the opposite wall. I ran for it, flung it open, and stepped through.

The room on the other side was not a room I had ever seen before. It certainly wasn?t the room I had come from to get here, and I doubted it would even have fit in this apartment building. To begin with, the ceilings were at least 30 metres high, and the far wall must have been hundreds of metres away. The whole room was dark- not so dark that I couldn?t see anything, but the whole room seemed to have a deep blue tone to it- though, as I later noticed, it shifted between grey and purple and blue, the longer you stay there. I turned back around and saw that the door was still there, though it looked tiny compared to the enormous size of the wall. I looked up and could see, several stories above me, a balcony ? though, being directly below it, I could only see the underside. Looking around the room, several balconies were visible at different heights, of different sizes. I could see windows on the walls, at strange intervals and in different sizes, but as near as I could tell, none of them allowed a view of outside; they all seemed to lead to different rooms. Hanging from the ceiling was an enormous chandelier, lit by hundreds of candles, casting a soft, flickering light over the entire room. And directly below it was? a piano. A beautiful, shining, smooth black piano. Larger than any? hell, it was larger than most houses I?d seen. I wouldn?t have been able to climb up onto the bench.

To my right I could see a staircase. I was certain that the apartment had not had more than one level- but as I thought that, I chided myself. You aren?t in the apartment anymore. I began running toward it, but as I ran, it seemed to get no closer to it. I ran for about 30 seconds before I realized that I was getting closer- very, very slowly. They were enormous. Even if I made it to the steps, I wouldn?t have been able to climb them. They were probably taller than I was. I stopped running, in the middle of this enormous room, tried to catch my breath, and turned around to find a way out. There were several doors, of various sizes, throughout the room- the one I had just come through was still there, and I saw that there were doors many times bigger- and, as I looked, I found doors many times smaller as well, that I wouldn?t have been able to for my head through. What the hell is this place? I thought.

As that thought ran through my head, however, I heard the creaking of a door? but very far away, and very, very loud, so that it echoed throughout the huge almost empty room. I turned to the top of the stairs, and a pair of French doors opened to reveal the biggest human being I have ever seen. I recognized her immediately as Amanda.

That is, she looked a lot like Amanda had, except for being about 25 metres tall. She was wearing a light blue nightgown, which could have been a circus tent, and no underwear- which was very clear to me from my angle. My eyes traveled all around her body, and stopped when they met hers. She was looking directly at me and frowning.

Without a word she began to walk down the steps, right towards me. I turned and ran as fast as I could towards the door- any door. I picked the closest one, thinking that anywhere would be better than here. Behind me, I could hear the slow, rhythmic footfalls of the giantess chasing me. When I was almost at the door, I stopped in horror; this was not the door I had used to enter the room. This door only reached my thighs. I hesitated only for a moment, then grabbed the handle and pulled. The door swung open, and I bent down to squeeze myself through. Once my head was in, I saw on the other side of the door was a tiny swimming pool! It couldn?t have been more than a couple of metres long, but there were dozens- maybe a hundred- people swimming in it. The lights above shone brightly, and it seemed to be the middle of the afternoon. The people, though, were all of different sizes? the tallest one was maybe 15 centimetres, and the smallest? well, I couldn?t be sure I saw everyone. I was sure there were some who were too small for me to see. I didn?t have time to think about it, though, as my legs were grabbed from behind and I was suddenly upside-down, hanging far above the ground, with the blood rushing to my head, suspended with my left foot between the thumb and middle finger of a giant Amanda. My ears popped.

?Running away, eh?? I tried to answer, but nothing came out. All I could think about was the size of her mouth, which could have taken in my shoulders. Her teeth were a brilliant white, but I bet they wouldn?t have been comfortable at all. ?That?s rude. Come on, now.? And with that, I was carried, still dangling upside-down, to one of the several dozen balconies that overlooked the room. I couldn?t tell you which one it was; I was so disoriented, I had almost no idea of what was going on. I wasn?t held for very long; a giantess moves quickly. So after only a few moments, I was dropped unceremoniously onto one of the balconies. It was shaped as a semicircle about 10 metres wide. I stood up, shakily, and looked up at Amanda. The balcony only came up to her stomach, which still meant that had I fallen, it would have been my death. She put her hands on her hips and stood there, glaring at me. I sat, unmoving, until she said, ?What are you waiting for? Go on.? I was grateful her mouth wasn?t directly in front of my ears anymore, because it was loud enough to be painful. She pointed behind me at the wall, and there was a door which was right about my size. I gulped, and looked back at her. She sighed, and extended one enormous finger to push me towards it. Her index, almost as long as my leg, connected with my chest and knocked me down. I fell backward, and she continued pushing my prone form until I was lying right next to the door. ?Go on.?

I didn?t know what would be on the other side of the door, but I couldn?t imagine anything worse than the angry giant woman in front of me. I stood up, brushed myself off, and turned the knob.