Shrinker on the Orient Express (14) - Vienna to Budapest 2

Dom had a real chance to be noticed, and what was more, to do it in the right way. Getting picked up along with the giantess's phone was definitely the safest and least offensive way to get the huge creature's attention, but he had to act fast.

The giantess's feet were planted on the ground, and she showed no sign of going for her phone. Dom took a deep breath and darted forward, running for the massive device as fast as his legs would take him. As he neared the huge plane, he realized that the phone was thick enough to rise to the level of his waist. With a running start, he leapt at the surface, scrambling onto the back of the case. A distorted picture of a rock band stared up from beneath his feet, the lead singer glaring menacingly at him.

Now he had to wait, Dom thought, but the adolescent didn't waste much time being mad at her phone. Her shadow fell over the minuscule man as she leaned forward, her right hand hurtling in his direction. He flinched, but remained on the plastic surface as the huge fingers fell on either side of him. Dom felt the ground shift as she grasped her phone and began to raise it off of the ground. He almost cheered with joy, but quickly saw a problem.

The phone was tilting. As the giantess picked up the device, she naturally turned the screen towards her. Unfortunately, that put Dom at frightening risk of falling off the plane that was rapidly becoming vertical. He threw himself for the side of the phone and managed to dig in fingers into the gap between the case and the lock button. Almost simultaneously, the phone turned and Dom's legs flew out from under him. He shrieked as his body weight pulled on his fingers as he hung from the precarious perch. His body slammed into the edge of the phone as Carlotta brought it to her face, keen to check the screen for cracks.

She paused. Carlotta wasn't the type of girl to scream if she saw a bug. Indeed, she'd more likely be the one whose boot would end the creature's life, so when she saw the tiny creature clinging to her iPhone, she didn't immediately react.

Dom strained his puny arms in a desperate effort to hang on, fearing a painful fall to the ground so far below. He didn't notice the enormous teenager's eyes fixed upon him. She observed his little form as he wiggled for his life, failing pathetically to pull himself to safety. It would have been so easy to reach out and catch him, but Carlotta waited.

What was it? It certainly didn't look like a bug. Four limbs and a bizarrely humanoid physique. Surely it couldn't have been … a tiny man.

A cruel smile spread across the young woman's lips. She couldn't believe her luck. She had been wishing for a way to take out her anger at her worthless boyfriend, and what better way than with a pathetic, tiny man of her own. Suddenly it wasn't a bug in front of Carlotta. It was her cheating ex, helpless and ripe for punishment.

She raised him up to her face, to get a better look at him, and to her continued amazement, the creature was trying to speak to her.

'Hey! Hello! Help me! Please!'  the little insect begged, and Carlotta was already sure she was going to enjoy herself. She waited a second longer, for it to almost lose its grip, before placing her other hand beneath him. Dom slipped from her phone, and let out a terrified scream as he dropped, landing abruptly in the giantess's palm. He rolled onto his side, his heart pounding from the adrenaline and fear. He glanced up at the humongous teen that had saved him, meeting her eyes. But in them, he saw what he thought was a spark of compassion.

'Are you okay?' the giantess boomed, her voice loud enough to rattle the puny man's bones. He trembled from a mix of fear and overwhelming joy. Did this goddess really want to help him? Dom decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. He smiled, although he doubted that the huge creature could notice.

'I think so, but I need your help. I need to …' Dom trailed off. What did he need? What could this girl do to save him from this predicament? She could send him back to England, but then what? How would he even get off of the train? She could take him to a hospital. But what could they do? What could anyone do? The tiny man was lost in a flurry of panicked thoughts about his bleak future, but the giantess intervened.

'Can I get you cleaned up?' the giantess asked gently.

Of course. Dom hadn't even thought about how he must have looked. Particularly after his most recent tormentor. Getting clean wasn't going to solve all his problems, but it was a hell of a start. Not only did the idea of being clean make him feel better, it also reminded him that he was human. Every other giantess he had met, even his ex-girlfriend, had treated him like a bug, or an object. In one fell swoop, Carlotta had rekindled the small flame that was Dom's hope.

'Please,' Dom nodded, grateful to the young goddess. She stood up, walking to the bathroom with Dom in her hand. He was amazed by how quickly she covered the immense distance. As soon as he entered the room, the memory of his last escapade there sprang to his mind. He looked up the teen and tried to calm down, reassuring himself that she was different.

Carlotta stopped before the sink and looked down at the grubby bowl. She lowered Dom towards it but stopped short.

'That doesn't look very pleasant,' she frowned, and Dom had to agree. The brown marks around the drain made his stomach flip and he shuddered.

'Wait here,' Carlotta ordered, gently placing the puny man on the side of the sink before exiting the bathroom. As he watched her walk away, Dom couldn't help but feel a strange feeling of security. The giantess hadn't hurt him. She was taking care of him. As much he still feared the colossal teenager … he almost liked feeling like a pet.

She returned to the bathroom with a plastic cup in hand. Dom stared up at the huge cylinder, a few drops of water still at the bottom of it. Carlotta set it down gently in the sink, pushing it to the side so that it was within climbing distance of the puny man. She looked from the receptacle to Dom and smiled gently.

'This way you won't get washed down the drain,' the giantess explained, 'I can help you into it if you like?'

Dom considered the options, and he reasoned that the power of the flow directly from the tap would certainly have been too strong for him. A cup seemed like the safest option, and this only further reassured him that he was finally in safe hands. He crept to the edge of the sink, nearing the cup. He thought about just dropping into it, but thought better of it. He didn't want to hurt himself.

'Yeah please,' Dom replied. The teenager reached down for him, lightly pinching him between her index finger and thumb. The pads of the huge digits were almost as tall as he was, and he could feel himself almost disappearing into the warm, youthful flesh. With the gentlest bit of pressure, she lifted him off of the cold rim of the sink, and brought him over the cup. Slowly lowering him inside, she held him just above the bottom of the plastic before letting him go. Dom dropped what felt like a foot to him, landing gracefully on his feet.

Dom looked up, just seeing Carlotta's face high above him. He watched her hand recede from the cup, then clasp it from either side. He just managed to keep his footing as the giantess started to lift the cup into the air. He guessed that she was repositioning him beneath the sink, but the giantess lifted him clean out of the sink.

'Ready for your shower?' Carlotta asked, cheerfully.

Dom was a little uncertain about the logistics of washing at his size, but he trusted the giantess. She nodded eagerly, ready to finally get clean. He smiled as he looked up at the huge young woman, preparing himself for the water.

PTH!

The glob of saliva exploded over Dom, knocking him onto his hands and knees. The thick, musky slime coated his whole body, dripping onto the plastic in strings, but staying attached to him. They weighed him down like anchors, as the heavy fluid around his face almost drowned him. He clawed to get the spit off of his mouth and nose, swallowing some of it as he struggled. When he finally unclogged his head, he heard a sickening sound from above. Laughter.

The platinum blonde giantess was snickering as she watched him struggle, her lips moist and shiny. She turned sharply to leave the bathroom and the cup followed suite. Dom slipped on the saliva and crashed into the side of the plastic.

'What the ...' Dom gasped, just as Carlotta rasped a new glob of mucus and saliva. She brought the cup up to her lips with a devilish look in her eyes. She hucked the ball of vile gunk right at the diminutive man, and it send him reeling onto his side.

Dom screamed, the sticky gum heavier than the first wad of spit. He was curled into a ball, and as much as he tried, he could straighten his arms and legs. Carlotta's mucus bound him like rope, his puny muscles unable to break the goo. He convulsed, his mouth filling with her snot. The green-yellow stuff coated his skin, and all Dom could do was fight to break out.

The giantess watched his pathetic fight with her spit, his tiny body shaking with the effort. He looked like an insect that was drowning in a puddle of rainwater. Her mouth was already watering with the next installment of his "shower," but she wanted to wait until he had just broken out of his current bind. After all, it was no fun if he didn't believe he could get out.