You wanted this. [Giant] [Regret, acceptance]

"Well?" the giant voice booms out expectantly. His voice, above all other factors, paralyses me. The realisation of what I've chosen is sinking in. I can't even stand, clutching at my own naked body, face-to-face with the front of his beige sandal. If I got up, I don't even know if my head would reach the height of his toes resting above me.

You wanted this. My whole body is locked in place. I cannot begin to look at him. All I feel is fear.

The size difference alone is dizzying. It's made so much worse by the fact that it's him looming over me. The shadow shifts, and I catch sight of the enormous figure now crouching down over where I cower, blocking all light.

"Aren't I big enough yet, is that the problem? I need to shrink you smaller?"

There's the adrenaline again. My head spins. I know this is what he wants. I know he knows I'm having second thoughts. He's messing with me. If I don't tell him 'no' now, he'll be too aroused to care. I saw the power filling his eyes the moment we decided to do this.

That's why it had to be him. I knew from the moment we met, the shared passion for macrophilia, that it had to be him. Everytime I looked at him, I saw a god. A giant. He looked the part too: the proportionate largeness, the attractively unkempt body hair, how he dressed like something out of a picture book with the sandals and minimal clothing (or nothing, if not leaving the house). He always caught my drifting eyes, the giveaways of where I wanted him to put me if he ever grew into a real giant. If he could be a giant, our city would be in serious danger. I suppose it's good for them that growth like that isn't possible. The next best thing is shrinking, and so if he couldn't grow, he could get someone to make him feel like a giant. I, of course, was stupidly horny enough to volunteer myself to him.

He wants to feel like a giant god. He wants me to disappear on him. I told him I wanted to be his, for his body to be my world.

Shit. I am a fucking idiot. Being ridiculously turned on does not help me feel better about my current life choices.

I try to protest, move, anything, but my throat closes up, my legs are jelly. I'm about to attempt eye contact when the nausea hits me again, and I cry out, dropping down smaller. Half the height of the sandal.

This time my feet find me. I don't know what the hell I think I'm doing, but I'm running. I don't get far but I'm trying to make my emotional state clear. In my peripheral vision something large shifts again, I make the mistake of catching a glimpse, almost stumbling, shrieking as a now-bare foot comes right at me, heaviness slamming into my back. It's a gentle tap from his toe, but it knocks me far, and the sickening sound of chuckles fill the air. This is a game to him.

I don't even have time to react as the monstrously thick fingers come down to snatch me up like I'm nothing. One fingertip could cover me. The second he touches me I regret everything. I'm never going to see the floor again. All I can do is scream, flail around, anything that makes me feel like I did something to fight my fate. His movements, to him, are casual as he brings me to his eyes and inspects the state of me, expression merely nonchalantly in awe of what he's done to me.

"It's a bit late for that, don't you think?"

I can't speak.

A smirk lights up his eyes. He continues to mutter his thoughts– "You look a sight, like a little ant."

I don't want to be an ant.

"Though... I was hoping based on how you came in here, you'd stick out the eagerness a little longer. Is it that much? Am I that scary? I know you're a shy one, but I clearly overestimated your bravery. You wanted this. Way too many late-night calls spilling out your fantasies, how you see me..."

I am hyperventilating. The grip between his finger and thumb loosens a little, and he begins to slowly rub my body.

"Are you at least turned on? Look at me– I can tell you're not looking. Look at all of me. Look how tiny you are. How massive I am."

He can't help but smile as he emphasises each word that describes his size, increasingly aroused as the other giant hand travels down out my sight.

"You have to get smaller for me." Amusement flashes in his eyes again as he clearly makes out my frantic head shaking. "No? This is about me now. I know you must be terrified of the big bad giant, but you'll adjust, won't you? You told me what you wanted. I want this. It's where you belong. What you deserve. Nothing else has to matter anymore. All you have to worry about is me. All me..."

I don't like that he's lowering me now. I try to yell and plead but he's ignoring me, or he can't hear me. He can imagine what I'm screaming out to him and it only turns him on more.

"The problem is you pick some really inconvenient times, you know. And I know I said that you could come over, that we could do this, but there is nowhere near enough time to do what I want to do with you. It doesn't matter now, because we have forever– don't you think I'll ever be making you bigger than you already are. No, you're far from tiny enough. But I want to be a giant god to you. I'm so fucking horny and I'm going to be late for work if I do this the way I want. You'll help me make up for lost time later, don't worry. For now...."

He narrates everything as he speaks to me– or at me– completely disregarding my panicked movements. As if he's rehearsed this whole scenario, he presses me onto the vast head of his dick, eyes still watching from above. The front of my body, to my horror, is completely stuck against him. I'm trapped.

"You're going to shrink down more, now. You're at about... just over a centimetre currently. It's a good starting point, but I really want to see you turn into nothing. Then I really am everything, and you'll just be a speck. A pathetic speck on the dick of a giant god... at my mercy. I am your home now."

Everything expands, at an alarmingly fast rate. Too fucking much. He's too much.

His frighteningly colossal thumb comes down onto me. "Smaller..."

No no no no no.

"I know you'll accept all of this soon. You just need time, that's all. By tonight you'll remember how much you craved this, from the moment we met. For now I'll keep you safe with me, right where you belong."

I know what he's thinking.

"So how about we just..."

His thumb shifts forward, dragging me with it. I can't do anything, wailing, thrashing, knowing exactly where I'm going. I let it slip one night what my deepest desire was, where I wanted to be, to live.

"If you're screaming, I can't hear you. Fuck, soon I won't be able to see you. You'll be small enough when you realise I'm everything. That you belong to me now."

He slides my squirming body right up to his slit, where the 'ground' starts to slope down more severely, waiting to swallow me up. It's more like a bottomless crater than an entrance. There, he releases me, and the other massive hand grasps the shaft as he angles it more upright, watching me. Gravity shifts, and my body enters a state of sheer panic. I don't know if it's helping or speeding up the process, but I know I'm trying. Fighting. I'm slipping. Fluid rolls down to carry me, and my tiny unheard screams are muffled. I can't escape him. The light grows further out of reach.

I told him how much I wanted to be a prisoner to his body, to worship him. He used to joke and tease me about it, press me for more as I turned deeper shades of red. He hung onto every word, savouring the descriptions I gave him, the fantasies I had about him.

Everything is dark. I can't... perceive anything, not even size. My body seems to have got caught somewhere in the creases of his inner walls. I don't even try to scream. He's not listening, continuing to talk above me. I can feel his words.

"If you aren't able to tell, I've tucked you up tight in my boxers, and I'm going to be getting dressed now, if you're wondering what the movements are."

His nonchalance terrifies me. Every twitch shifts the whole world around me. Earthquake-like shudders, that if I wasn't so tightly lodged in a crevice I would fall to my death. His stickiness keeps me sealed in place.

Then, he starts to walk.

I lose perception of time. He is all I can feel. Each step, each time he reaches to squeeze down there just to torment me. Every so often I feel the surroundings swell, and I dwindle even further. I suspect he dose that to me each time he remembers I'm trapped in him. It's dawning on me now, exactly what my fate is. I had so many struggles in life, and he has dissolved them all. He's never going to let me out, at least not from his body. Nobody is ever going to see me again. It's... a small comfort, to focus on what stressors I've lost, that I'll never have to go through ever again. Nobody knows who I am, and nobody will know where I've gone. I'm consumed, in here. All his. I never have to think again. I never have to make another choice, or spend so long again deciding if I really want to throw my life away to be a slave for a wannabe giant. This is... where I'm meant to be, no matter how fast my heart races. I hate having to fight. There's no running away anymore. I belong here.