Mistake (Chapter 8)

Clark was already struggling to keep his balance as the gigantic student moved about the kitchen, collecting a tupperware from the fridge containing some kind of chili. She then walked to a cupboard and reached up to grab a packet of microwave rice. As her head tilted backwards, Clark felt himself starting to fall. He immediately grabbed onto the nearest strand of hair and held on as the massive head tilted, threatening to send him falling to his death.  

As she strained back up, Clark was lying on his stomach, hanging on as her thunderous steps sent violent vibrations up her body. He grunted with the effort as she stopped suddenly and looked down to push the half torn open packet of rice into the microwave. His puny body slipped forward and dragged a few strands of hair along with him. She finally stopped after slamming shut the microwave. Clark thought that he would have a chance to figure out a plan.

Lara paused as her fingers touched the tupperware box of chili. She felt something on her head and she absentmindedly reached for it. Hoping to pinch away some dust or dirt.

Clark barely had time to let go of the hair and raise his arms as the titanic columns of the giantess's fingers swung his way. Needless to say he was powerless to stop Lara's little finger from smashing him onto his side. As the goddess felt his presence, she deftly grabbed him between her ring and pinky fingers, easily whisking him off of her head.

Clark did his best not to move, desperately wanting not to be mistaken for a bug. Lara brought her hand over her other and dropped whatever she had picked off of her into her waiting palm. She had to bring the object up close to her eyes to see it more clearly. Then she simply stared.

Clark gulped as he sat on the vast, soft pad, gazing up at the enormous face of the blonde giantess. He could see every minuscule dip and curve of her full, pink lips, and her nostrils, like tunnels large enough for him to be sucked into. He looked directly into the giantess's colossal left eye, admiring the perfect ring of rich blue around her pupil. He was too small to be able to look into both eyes at once, certainly from so close to her.

Lara gazed right back at the inexplicable sight. On her palm, sat a fully formed, naked human man, no larger than an ant. He wants even as tall as the width of her little finger, and he sat half inside a crease in her hand.

She would have been freaked out about it, had the tiny creature not looked vaguely familiar. Still, her mind was refusing to accept what she was seeing, and at first, she thought that it must have been a model, or a toy or something, but the longer she looked at it, the more lifelike it appeared.

The next conundrum was how the hell it got on her head. The blonde's piercing eye continued to burrow into him as she pondered this, and a million other questions about him, when suddenly it clicked.

'Lara!' the tiny creature yelled, his pathetic voice only just audible when she really tried to listen for it. He waved his arms and was about to say something else when the microwave pinged, drowning him out with it's beeping. Lara watched the man curl up, clutching his ears as the sound overwhelmed his miniature ears.

'Clark?'

The tiny boy heard his name and looked up to a slightly different face. Where once the giantess had had a look of curiosity, it was replaced by one of disgust. Both of them turned their heads towards the entrance to the kitchen as they heard the sound of pounding footsteps coming down the stairs.

Clark was about to call out to Amanda's other housemate, but the blonde had other plans. Lara decided that until she had more answers, she didn't necessarily have to share the little creature's existence with Lucy. Not taking more than a second to decide what to do, she curled her fingers shut around the man.

'What the …' Clark started, but he felt his stomach lurch as the enormous hand swung downwards so fast it made his head spin. In one smooth movement, Lara tucked the insect into the back pocket of her jeans, pushing him to the bottom with one finger. She never heard the snap as the gentle pressure fractured the fragile boy's shoulder, nor the scream of agony. As her hand shit back out of the pocket, the denim spring back to hug her ass, smothering the crying little man into silence.

'What are we having?' Lucy asked, grinning as she bounced into the kitchen. Clark felt Lara's ass cheeks contract, turning to stone against him and threatening to pop him like a cherry, were it not for the slight stretch in the jeans.

'Chili and rice,' the blonde replied, as she switched out the rice packet and the container in the microwave. She turned slightly, splitting the rice into the two bowls. She took a half step to face the counter, and Clark screamed as the movement nearly obliterated him. The humongous glute flexed as she swung her leg and the reverberation of her foot touching the ground rattled the 5mm man.

'Again?' Lucy pouted, 'I guess it'll have to do.'

'Shut up, bitch, unless you want to do the cooking,' Lara giggled.

'Who are you calling a bitch?' the taller brunette shot back jokingly. She stepped toward Lara, who wasn't the least bit threatened.

SMACK!

The blonde jumped as Lucy's hand slapped her ass, leaving a sharp, faint sting on her left buttcheek. She giggled with her housemate, but it dawned on her that she had stashed the little insect in that same pocket.

Clark had been crushed instantly, the force of the friendly blow reducing his body to a red stair between the two layers of denim, hugged up against Lara's rump. The giantess made a note to take him out of her pocket later, but for now, simply chatted with the other girl. She didn't feel the wetness of Clark's corpse, nor the bubbling as his body tried to put itself back together.

'How was your seminar?' Lara asked, carefully removing the hot container of chili from the microwave.

'Boring as fuck,' Lucy replied, sighing, 'It's just not the same as love lectures.'

'Yeah, mine was pretty boring too,' Lara complained, ' How long do you reckon they'll keep this up?'

'Hopefully not after the summer,' Lucy replied, 'Because I'm not having this rubbish in my final year.'

'Let's hope,' Lara shrugged, 'Here.' She pushed the bowl of food towards her friend and picked up her own.

'Nor sticking around to eat?' Lucy frowned.

'I don't mind,' Lara lied, secretly itching to get alone with the tiny curiosity in her pocket.

'Let's stick an episode of Downton on,' Lucy announced, carrying her bowl into the living room. She pulled a phone from her pocket and cast the video onto the TV, motioning for Lara to sit.

Not wanting to make a scene, the blonde obeyed, sitting down as gently as she could, not knowing that her tiny prisoner had already erupted all over the fabric. Whatever semblance of recovery Clark had managed was immediately undone as the weight of the gigantic young woman compressed his body again. The inaudible squelch would have been sickening had it been louder, but sadly neither of the girls noticed.

He remained flattened until after half an hour, the girls stood up from their lunch, pausing the episode. Lara quickly washed up the dishes as Lucy dried.

'Alright, I had better get back to the Zoom,' Lara announced.

'In a rush?' Lucy asked, then grinning, added, 'Is the lecturer hot?'

'Only if you're into 60-year-olds without hair,' Lara winked before turning to head out of the kitchen.

'Alright Miss Picky,' Lucy giggled, 'See you later.'

With a nod, the blonde hurried out of the kitchen, barely stopping herself from running as she climbed the stairs and barricaded herself in her room. As soon as she was sure that Lucy wasn't going to interrupt, she reached back into her pocket, searching for the mysterious, microscopic man.

She pulled something out, but it looked more like a bit of chewed gum than a man. She tossed it onto her bed and reached back into the pocket, rummaging around the tight emptiness. She happened to glance down at her bed and stopped.

The bit of pink gunk was moving. At first, Lara thought it was a maggot or something, but the longer she watched it, the more she realized that it was taking a very human-like shape. As the bewildered behemoth looked on, Clark's body returned to his normal, naked form. After a few more seconds, he started to writhe in agony, and after a few more, he opened his eyes.

Lara observed intently as he gasped for air and looked around the vast expanse of her bed in a panic. He finally looked up at her and withdrew initially as every instinct urged him to flee. But when he realized that she was waiting, and watching him, he stopped.

'Lara?' he tried, his voice hardly registering in the giantess's ears. She leaned in closer to hear him, but ended up frightening him as he massive head, and mouth, leapt right at him.

Lara didn't notice him cowering in terror as she turned her head, pointing her ear directly over him.

'What did you say?' she asked softly. She was keeping her voice down to avoid Lucy hearing, but inadvertently was sparing Clark the torment of the impossibly loud voices the giantesses normally spoke with.

'Lara! It's me, Clark!' the creature squeaked, 'Amanda's boyfriend …'

'I know who you are, Clark,' the giantess hissed, then turning slightly so that her huge mouth was within reach of the terrified bug, she asked, 'How the duck did you get … like this?'

Her breath washed over him, the scent of the meaty chili lingering around Clark like a warning from a predator's mouth. He gulped as the enormous head turned again, allowing him to respond.

'It's a long story, Lara,' the boy replied nervously, 'But I need you to help me.'

'I think we'll start with you telling me this long story,' the giantess declared, and Clark knew that he was in no position to argue.