This choice: For now, flit between these celestial bodies at random • Go Back...Chapter #6For now, flit between these celestial bodies at... by: akatheguy   You realised that your earlier description of a skyscraper was completely insufficient. Using your bracelet's calculator and browser, you tried to put their size into perspective.
Previously you were about 70 inches tall. Now you were...2240 times smaller than that. That meant that from your perspective, somebody 6 foot tall would be 161280 inches in height. That seemed a mind-boggling number. Converted to meters... that was 4096m... and the Burj Khalifa, the tallest building, was just 828m. It might come up just past the shins of some of these guys but that was about it.
Your mouth dropped open as you kept pondering the epic implications of your miniscule size... You looked down at your own toes and wondered. If you were 2240 times smaller, and a toe was normally around 1 inch high, that meant their toes were the equivalent of 2240 inches tall, right? In metres that was...holy shit, WHAT? 57 metres tall. A standard 2-story house like the one your parents had was only around 7 metres...in other words, a single toe would be easily big enough for you to live in - you could slip under the toenails of one of these guys and never be seen again. With a jolt you realised that the stadium you were in was only around 50m tall... so you could not only play live in their toes, you could play sport there? Jesus. You amused yourself by imagining a village of some kind being built under the toenail of a giant, completely at his mercy.
You thought about just a single one of their teeth, which would be about half that...god, that was still about 28metres...longer than a bowling lane. You amused yourself again, this time imagining yourself playing ten-pin on the teeth of a sleeping giant. All possibilities, you figured.
Shaking your head, unable to fully process the incredible enormity of your findings, you closed down the browser and calculator and looked down. The rugby team were still preparing their various gear...your calculations hadn't taken long.
Allowing yourself to fall from the ceiling you approached them, the air rushing past you. You were so light that any air currents threw you this way and that so you increased your flight stability using the bracelet, allowing you to zip to where you wanted with astounding ease.
You started by flying towards the Senior twins, Innes and Louis. Contrary to their name, they were some of the youngest players on the team, having just turned 20. They were also very tall lads, 6'4'' each, and both equally gorgeous.
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You flew in towards them at top speed, covering the space very quickly. You noticed that the movements of the giants, though still unbelievably fast given their size, was a bit slower than normal. You wondered if increasing your speed had proportionally slowed down the people around you. That would certainly make things easier.
You started with the nearest twin, though you had no way of telling them apart. They were right next to each other and chatting quietly, and their words were almost too loud to be indistinguishable. It was a strange feeling - to know that the volume was louder than a hundred jumbo jets, to feel the power of it, but to be completely unharmed by it. Soaring towards the twins' handsome face, you stopped right in front of their section of the dressing room and stared at them both.
They were still looking at each other and sorting out their bags, and had no idea you were there. Unnoticeability had been turned off but you were clearly just too small to see. You laughed wildly and carressed your dick as you saw arms the size of multiple city blocks moving and manipulating his various kit for the game. You moved over to the other twin, who was a little further along. Just as you got between him and the wall, he reached directly over you and you were again greeted with an amazing view of his muscular arm as he grabbed his rugby shirt. "Shit," you said to yourself, feeling completely insignificant and loving it.
You decided to kick things up a notch, buzzing right up to the downturned face of the first twin, who was still rooting around his bag looking for something. You landed on his nose, which normally wouldn't have been a landing spot, but such was your miniscule height you were almost pulled into it with gravity. You were able to stand up on it if you wanted; you were in a trance-like state as you did some quick maths in your head; if a nose was twice as high as a toe, that would put the toe at 100m tall - almost skyscraper size in itself. You looked around at the bizarre landscape you found yourself on. Looking ahead of you you saw a huge rugby shirt hanging on the wall, with L. SENIOR printed on the back - so this was Louis you were on. OK then. You looked off to your left and saw his long eyelashes, and behind them, a magnificent green eye. You again felt a pang of arousal as you saw them move slightly and then blink almost in slow motion. Every few seconds you felt and heard a rush of air flowing through Louis' nose. The deep bass-filled Yorkshire accent suddenly flowed through him as he said a word that you think sounded like "yeah," but it was so hard to tell. Your hair stood up on end as the sheer noise of the voice so close to you felt like a train hitting you. You felt no pain but you did feel a pang of fear, as if the true enormity of these giants had just hit you... and you were trusting it all to a bracelet you found on the internet.
You shook your head. This was going great so far. Turning and hugging the nose you squeezed it tight, the slightly moist, warm and salty skin like manna to you. You licked it as you relegated the loud hubbub of the changing room to background noise, cuddling up against Louis' gorgeous face. You wondered if he would feel a bite.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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