Trigger Happy (14)

A door opened and Jake was carried into a massive, brightly lit corridor. He shielded his eyes as the walls themselves seemed to be illuminated, a white glow dazzling him. He sat down hard on Kara's palm as she began to walk down the corridor, turning his head towards her body, for some respite against the light.

Unfortunately, she too was wearing a white coat, reflecting the light around it, but it was unbuttoned, and a dark blue top was visible beneath it. Jake focused on the column for the sake of his retinas, but there were other perks to looking past her coat.

As the woman walked, the loose fitting blouse rippled over her abdomen, but the fabric had far less give around her perky breasts. The C-cups were nothing to write home about, but for the centimeter-tall man in her hand, they were a welcome sight.

Jake looked up beyond her breasts at her face, her huge eyes looking ahead at where they were going. Her lips were flat, the corners upturned in a slight smile, but her expression was professional and focused. He was still impressed with the vibrant pink hair on her head, but he thought that a prison probably had a more relaxed dress code than other places. He was struck by how young the woman looked, particularly to be a medical officer, whatever that meant.

He grinned as she climbed down a step and her blouse bounced, unable to focus on anything else in the punishing corridor. They had entered a room of some kind, and Jake dared a glance in front of them.

The smaller room was equally well lit, but before them was a door. He watched Kara's other hand reach forward and press a few keys, after which, a look clicked open. Stepping through into yet another space, Jake was shocked to find the contents of the prison.

The 100m long room looked like an entire planet for Jake, and the walls were lined with row upon row of cells. Each box must have only been about 5cm by 5cm, with grey walls on all sides except the front. A glass pane with air holes allowed direct viewing of the insides of the rooms, and as they passed one, Jake took a good look.

A tiny woman was sitting alone in the box, perched on the edge of a tiny bed. The camping-style frame looked so delicate, Jake wondered how it had been made. On the back wall there was something that looked like a cube with a hole on the top. Given the lack of anything else in the space he guessed that it must have been some kind of toilet.

Kara noticed his interest and decided to indulge him.

'This facility was specifically designed for people like you, so the cells are actually quite nice,' she chuckled, 'I bet it beats trying to use a normal toilet at your size.'

Jake didn't even want to think about it. He simply nodded as the giantess took him further along the immense room. He looked to the other side and saw a similar wall of prison cells, but that wasn't all that was in the room. There were tables set at intervals along the middle of the narrow space, and as Kara walked past them, she nodded to the pairs of guards that sat at each. It finally struck Jake that this was, after all, a prison.

The giantess finally stopped walking and Jake swiveled around to see what she was reaching for. As he turned, the woman cupped her hand, and he found himself in the crater of her palm. The tiny creature crawled up towards her fingers, hoping to catch a glimpse of the cell he would be going into. He just managed to peak between Kara's enormous fingers, seeing her pull one of the cubes forward.

The top of the box was open, but only revealed itself when pulled out of the wall. Jake watched in awe as the room jutted out in front of all the others, daring to tumble off the structure all together and smash on the floor by the giantess's feet. Indeed the box tipped slightly as it came out of its place, but the back remained attached.

'In you go,' Kara said softly. Jake felt himself moving forward, and then the palm beginning to tip. He instinctively curled into a ball as he pitched off the warm skin of Kara's enormous hand, and fell into the tiny prison cell. He struck the bottom of the box with a sharp crack, his back screaming in pain. But both he and the giantess knew that he wasn't going to be hurt for long.

With a low groan, Jake rolled onto his side, facing the back wall. He tried to push himself up into a sitting position but suddenly felt the room jolt. The arm he was propped up on slipped and he sapped back onto the floor as Kara pushed the box firmly back into the grid.

'Oops, sorry about that, these things don't go back in without a good push,' the giantess said, her huge face filling the transparent wall of the cell. She caught sight of Jake's tiny body, but was reassured by the minute rising and falling of his torso.

'You'll serve your sentence here, and I'll come and get you when a study comes up that you qualify for, alright?' Kara said. She didn't wait for a reply before turning and walking off, her footsteps shaking the cells, but receding gradually, to allow an uneasy peace to settle on Jake and his cell.

He sat up, rubbing his lower back as he looked around. The room was larger than he had first thought, but still just a bare. The camp cot against the left wall was a little oversized, but only sparingly covered with some sheets. He guessed that he would have to fashion his own pillow, but that wasn't too bad.

The cube in the back corner of the box was definitely a toilet, but didn't seem to have much complexity to it. From the looks of it, it was just a tube that led into the wall behind at an angle, the faint smell of excrement seeping up from far away. Jake was surprised that he couldn't hear anything from the cells on the sides of him, only the chatter of the giant guards that came through the air holes in the front wall.

He glanced up and guessed that the top surface must have been sealed when the box was pushed in. He wondered why they wanted so much security for people that ultimately didn't stand much chance of escaping anyway, but he didn't bother to question it much more.

All in all, it wasn't ideal, but hey, prison was prison, right?

***

PFFFFFRRRRT.

'Ew! Fuck!' Mia swore as she was ripped out of her ragged sleep by the punishing hiss of the giantess's asshole. The smell alone would have been enough to wake her, but the rumbling sound vibrated her very skeleton.

As much as she screamed, her tiny voice was totally snuffed out by what felt like miles of Sophia's luscious ass. Worse still, as the middle-aged giantess lay on her side, her buttcheeks rested on top of each other, pinning the tiny woman in place, less than an inch from her putrid anus.

The sheen of sweat should have meant that Mia could slide free, but where could she have gone? To go back would have sealed her totally in the endless flesh of the Titanic woman's cheeks, but to go deeper into her ass would move Mia closer to that hellish hole.

As her captor had fallen asleep, Mia too had drifted off, too tired to try to do anything else. She hated herself for accepting that this would be her place that night, forgotten in a 57-year-old's ass, but she didn't have any other option. She would have to figure out how to escape in the morning, but at least she could try to regain her strength.

The only flaw in her plan was the gassy goddess, who was managing to shatter her sleep with almost timed blasts of the noxious gas. It was hot enough in the cramped, damp cavern, but each time her picker flared, the temperature rose a little, and it took several minutes for the heat to seep out. For the whole duration, Mia gagged and sputtered as the air almost became too painful to breathe.

She punched out at the massive buttcheeks that engulfed her lower body, but ultimately did nothing to change her situation. She thought about trying to crawl up and out of the giantess's ass crack, but the energy had been drained from her body. For a scary moment, Mia felt like she had lost hope.

She started to panic, and the already cramped space suddenly got smaller, tighter. She started to breathe faster, recycling the stale, smelly air more rapidly. She put a hand to her chest and closed her eyes. No. She hadn't given up. She was simply saving her strength for the morning, when she would need every ounce of it to escape her captors. She didn't dare to think what she would do after that, but she held onto the false freedom that she was aiming for regardless.

***

Jake saw precious little of anyone as the evening wore to a close. He had no way of knowing the time, but did work out that the day was ending when the guards changed shifts. He had counted around ten guards in all, allocated to sections of the long room. He didn't really know their purpose having not interacted with a single one, but he was sure he'd find out soon enough.

He watched most of the giants as they walked by, heading for the exit through which he had entered. The jet black uniforms were menacing to start, but when worn by the humongous beats, they were a whole new level of frightening. He could hear the heavy boots squeaking against the polished floor, the sound drifting through the air holes in his cell. They left in silence for the most part, but Jake did hear them speaking to someone way off in the distance.

'You on your own tonight?' one asked.

'Nah, P's just running late, I'll lock down after they get here,' replied another.

'Not like anything's gonna happen anyway, have a good night.'

Click.

The sound of the door closing was a lot louder when there was less chatter in the room. As far as Jake could piece together, there was only one guard in the room, looking after hundreds of tiny prisoners. He pressed up against the glass front and tried to catch a glimpse of the night guard, but couldn't quite make them out. A grumble broke his concentration and he realized that he was starving. He must have missed dinner while he was being assessed by Kara.

Frowning, Jake thought about escalating his problem to the guard, but then came a question. How was he supposed to get the guard's attention? The walls of cells worked very well for the guards to be able to see anyone they wanted to, but there didn't seem to be any way for an inmate to get attention, short of simply calling out.

Jake was about to try his luck, but he realized that in the immense room, he had very little chance of being noticed. Cursing his luck, he rested his forehead against the glass. He suddenly realized that he could feel the vibrations of the guard's footsteps. Maybe they were coming to him. He looked up just in time to see a gigantic leg materialize in front of him.

The immense limb appeared so suddenly that Jake retreated in fear, the huge guard's thighs level with his cell. The black trouser seems to hug the thick leg that was almost within reach of his cell, the tremendous tree trunk threatening to scrape against the fronts of the cells.

Jake couldn't help but look up the leg at the enormous guard attached to it. Her leg continued to widen until the giantess's ass popped out behind her. The colossal curve of her rump almost doubled her profile, before arcing seductively into her lower back. Her uniform was tucked into the high waisted trousers, a belt wrapped around her abdomen. Her torso was lean and fit, and Jake smirked as he saw a youthful face atop her shoulders.

He couldn't gauge her looks entirely from such a sheer angle, but he never would have believed that Officer Kitty Kang was in her late-40s. The uber-healthy Chinese-American woman kept fit, and it paid dividends in the form of an age-defying body. As she walked past the pipsqueak's cell, her foot fall shook the chamber, but Jake was too busy admiring her firm, rotund ass as it swayed away.

Between this night guard and Kara, he had a feeling he wasn't going to mind prison too much.