For now, you think, it's best to stick with Fulda. At the very least she knows you're here, and she has the size gun. If you try to jump ships now there's only a minute chance Alyssa would notice you, and out of that the odds of her recognizing you as a half-inch person are even less - it's not like anyone else has ever been shrunk like this to your knowledge. And even if both of those infinitely small chances break your way, how would she get you to safety without Fulda seeing? She said she'd reward you for being a good little man, but if you weren't there's no doubt that the rest of your life would be painful and very brief.
To pass the time you lay down on the waistband of Fulda's shorts, watching her try on this dress. She had stripped down to her skivvies, a pair of yellow lace panties and a bra of the same material and color filled to near spilling. Her auburn hair flows over her tan shoulders, and her flat stomach fits perfectly with her hourglass shape. From this distance even though she's not looking even remotely in your direction her blue eyes stand out from her darkened complexion like stars in the sky, hard to ignore even considering everything else she has.
Your visual survey of the giantess is disrupted as she steps into the garment she's selected, then bends down to pull it up over her body. As she slides her arms through the loops she turns away from you entirely, presenting Alyssa the zipper and you with your last chance to run. Right now you're too transfixed to take it, which turns out to be wise since Alyssa needs only put a bit of force into the zipper to seal the garment around her statuesque friend.
Fulda twirls around, allowing the loose fabric of the skirt to flutter outward while the top remains tight in all the right places, which on her just happens to be all of them. "Hmph," Alyssa grunts. "Just as I expected. We still haven't found anything that looks bad on you."
Fulda takes two steps forward, placing herself directly over you. She sways back and forth, striking various poses that you can't see, though you're afforded a bug's eye view up her leather skirt. "It's perfect," she declares. "I wonder if they'll let me wear it out of the store."
"I'll say," you agree with her initial statement. Above you the titanic woman doubles over, looking down at the pile of fabric where you lay. She reaches an arm downward, and her fingers begin probing through the fabric, her massive hand resting adjacent to you. Patiently you await her fingers to pluck you up and stash you somewhere in her ravishing new outfit, unwilling to force her hand as it were.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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