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MORE ABOUT Giantess Stories: Trusty Lab Assistant By Carnaj    It was my freshman year in High School
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It was my freshman year in High School; my 15th winter when my life and survival
became someone else's concern. Through no planning of my own, though because of
my own carelessness I imagine, I lost my ability to decide things for myself.
When I eat, and sleep, and even when I go to the bathroom is all at the whim of
my keeper. It really isn't such a horrible existence, but it can be trying and
humiliating at times, and it is then when I wish it all would end. But it can't,
so fate has decided. So I go on, day after day, doing as I am told...
Why me, I don't know. I was a good kid growing up, I like to think. I was happy
at any rate, with parents who loved me and an older sister that did not treat me
too bad. I suppose I was obnoxious from time to time, but who isn't? In school,
I got into my share of fights, and more than a little bit of trouble, but I also
got good grades and even made the honor roll on occasion. I was fairly average
looking, if not a little tall and lanky, with wavy brown hair and a strong
aquiline nose (okay, it was big). I was not ugly by any means, though I was not
in league with my sister either. Christy was two years older than I was, and
anyone who saw us side by side had trouble believing that she and I were
related. She was five foot five (about a foot shorter than me), with sandy
blonde hair, a pert little nose, and a body to die for. All of that, of course,
made her one of the most popular girls in school with the boys. She was
incredibly congenial, which made it hard for the other girls to dislike her. And
she got almost straight A's, that made her a role model for the teachers to brag
about. She was a cheerleader, and an honor student, and just about perfect,
excelling in everything she did...damn her. Christy is not really to blame at
all for my current predicament, except that I blame her for my somewhat
rebellious nature from time to time. A man can only take so much comparison to
his perfect sister before he snaps. Thus it was that when my English teacher was
telling me how my older sister would have approached a certain writing
assignment, I had to go and tell him "Well why don't you go get her to write the
F***ing paper for you then!". Bad mistake on my part. It earned me two weeks of
detention. Now detention at my high school was not sitting after class with all
the campus thugs for hours on end. Some teacher in the past thought it would be
a good idea to have malcontents such as myself go out into the school and help
clean, thus working off our punishment. I'm quite sure that all the teachers at
the time thought that a grand idea and patted themselves on the back for weeks.
My teachers took it in stride as a fact of life, and so I was assigned to help
out in the Science Labs after school for two hours every night for two weeks. My
first scheduled night I arrived promptly after the last bell to Mr. McCormick's
room. He would best be described as the 'Nutty Professor', Fred MacMurray, not
Eddie Murphy. He was an old man about twenty years past retirement, eccentric
and forgetful, with wisps of gray thread where his hair used to be and a pair of
glasses with lenses thick as the bottoms of Coke bottles. He was likable as hell
though, which I imagine was the reason he was not yet out to pasture. I found
him sitting at his desk, shoving papers into an old battered brief case,
preparing to leave. I introduced myself, and handed him my detention note, which
he signed and put in his out box for pick up tomorrow. He then led me around the
Science Class, explaining my duties and what was expected of me, babbling on
about the weather and Physics as his mind wandered. Finally, he excused himself,
explaining that he had a faculty meeting, and that his trusty lab assistant,
Diane, whom he introduced, and who I already knew, would supervise me. I had
grown up with Diane. She lived two houses down from me, and we had played
together when we were little. We had walked to school together almost every
morning until she went on to Junior High School, leaving me in the Sixth grade
as she was one year older. We had drifted apart then, as it was not cool for her
to be seen with an elementary school baby like myself, and then an underclassman
as I followed her to Junior High, and then High School. She was never mean to
me, or rude in any real way, but she did not go out of her way to acknowledge me
either. It was the way of life in school. She had her cliques and friends, and I
had mine. I said 'Hi' when Mr. McCormick introduced us, and she gave me a truly
dazzling smile. I looked her up and down as the teacher explained to her why I
was there, and I realized that I really had not noticed her for awhile. She was
cute, with shoulder length brown hair and huge brown eyes. She did not wear much
makeup; just a little lip gloss and pink polish on her finger and toe nails. Her
body was well toned and shapely, and I remembered that she was on the girl's
soccer team in the spring. That day she was wearing a tight yellow top that
accentuated her breasts nicely, a knee length skirt that hugged her hips and
showed off her legs, and popular blue flat leather sandals with straps and
buckles. We both listened as Mr. McCormick rambled on for a bit, bustling about
the room as he shoved more and more into his already bulging brief case. He was
a character, to say the least, but likable, and I looked forward to taking his
class the next semester. Suddenly, in a flurry, he glanced at the clock on the
wall, bid a hasty farewell, and rushed out the door. Diane and I glanced at one
another and burst out laughing. We chatted for a bit, until Diane thought we had
best get to work cleaning up. She continued talking to me as she straightened
out the desks, telling me to tidy up the dozen workstations. I explained what I
had said to my English teacher and she laughed, sympathetic, as she had gone
through school in the shadow of her own sister, Pam, who was five years older
than she was. Still, she thought I should be used to it by now. I explained that
since Christy was only two years older than I that she was still fresh in the
teacher's minds, and there at school every day, so it was a little different
was. She agreed, but still thought I should get over it, and she was probably
right. It was about an hour into my penance when it happened. Diane had settled
at Mr. McCormick's desk to grade some quizzes for him. I was watching her out of
the corner of my eye, thinking how sexy she looked as she bounced one crossed
leg, chewing on the eraser tip of her red pencil as she perused the papers
before her. I was gathering beakers and bottles and vials into a plastic bin for
washing, going from station to station down the line, my mind more on her than
my work. I don't know if it was my lack of concentration, or the mixture of
chemical fumes, or what, but I felt dizzy and stumbled, falling face first into
the bin of chemicals that shattered on impact, splashing me with a burning
mixture of liquid and gaseous fumes. My upper body was soaked, and my eyes were
burning. I felt my skin boiling and sizzling from some acid based compound. I
screamed. It was a pathetic little shriek, reminding me of a mouse I heard once
that had burned itself trying to squeeze past a hot radiator. I was on the
ground, and couldn't catch my breath to scream again, or call for help as I
sucked in a lungful of the chemical fumes that were clouding around me. I tried
to push up and away, but was too weak, I found, and my head was spinning like a
top. I rolled over instead, splashing in the spilled chemicals, soaking my back
as I gasped for breath. My body was in convulsions by then, and I felt my
muscles cramping up which caused me no end of pain. I heard a ripping sound as I
curled up in a fetal position, the left side of my brain slamming into the right
with a jackhammer's force and speed, an agonizing pain building in my head. My
stomach churned and heaved, and my lunch was suddenly in my mouth and spewing
into the huge puddle beneath me. I voided my bowels, and everything went
black... Diane told me later that I must have only been unconscious for a minute
or two. I don't know, but when I came to, I was hurting. I felt as though I had
gone on a bender the night before. My head was spinning and my skin felt hot,
like sunburn. I could not focus my eyes, which were puffy and tearing. I was
weak and sickly and moaned for anyone in earshot who might take sympathy on me.
I was laying on my back, half sticking out of a huge water (chemical) logged
sheet that I must have pulled over me when I fell to the floor. In my current
inebriated like state, I was seeing things that I thought surely could not be
there. Hallucinations, borne of the best drugs that money could buy. I saw the
melted remains of the plastic bin I had been carrying off to my right, the
shattered remains of the beakers and vials littered about it. The chemicals had
eaten a hole in its side, and looking at it made my stomach lurch again for some
reason. It seemed odd, and gargantuan as I lay there staring at it. I tried to
back away, realizing that I was too close to focus on it and it was messing with
my head. I was weak though, and that little bit of movement winded me. Better to
lay there until help arrived, and I remembered Diane then. She would help me. I
"Diane." My voice was hoarse, and barely a whisper. She must have seen me fall
though, or at least heard the commotion I thought. I waited, trying to focus on
the still huge bin, and the gargantuan shards of broken glass... The towering
walls of faded orange and brown that rose up around me. The garish light far
THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP! The ground began to tremble slightly as I heard
something massive approaching. I shivered in a sudden panic, still unable to
move or cry out, wondering what was coming. I tried to roll over again, but I
was tangled in the huge blue sheet that covered my body and did little more than
prop up on my elbows as a great shadow fell upon me. I craned my neck, trying to
see just what was blocking the light, and my head started to spin again as
little flecks of gray danced in my vision. At the time, I thought I was
hallucinating, as I looked up and saw Diane standing over me. But not the gentle
happy Diane that I had grown up with. Not my friend. Diane was gigantic. I
thought that the chemicals, and my position on the floor were playing with my
vision. Diane appeared to tower above me, seemingly 100 feet tall (though she
later figured the math and placed the relative size at about 60 feet). I stared
in awe, my eyes travelling up her body from the flats of her sandals to the top
of her head, soaking in every monstrous detail. Her toes were closest, just at
the edge of the chemical pool that I was laying in. She was careful not to step
in the liquid I noticed, and she shifted back as it continued to spread. I
followed her legs as they rose like California Redwoods, disappearing into the
folds of her skirt. I tilted my head back to see her stomach, then her breasts,
which almost hid her face from my angle on the floor. I could not see her
expression, as her head was silhouetted by the light overhead, and she held a
chemical mask over her mouth against the fumes, but I could see her eyes, wide
and sparkling. She moved, and I screamed, my voice choking as I thought she
might step on me. I closed my eyes and felt my bowels empty again as I waited to
be crushed under her massive feet. Then I felt a torrent of water raining down
upon me. It was like a waterfall, hitting with a destructive force that ripped
and burned my skin with the force of its impact. I tried to open my eyes, and
squinting, I saw the gigantic Diane spraying down the area with a hose from one
of the workstations. She doused the area for what seemed several minutes,
oblivious to my feeble cries of mercy, spraying the chemical spill towards a
drain set in the floor several yards from where I lay. I screamed, but my
croaking voice was lost under the deluge. I felt my body shift and start to
slide out from under the sheet, towards the drain as Diane bent lower to force
the spill away. I was sliding along the cheap tile floor amidst the melted
plastic and broken glass, just another bit of flotsam to be washed away into the
sewers. I rolled over and over in the flood of water, bouncing along the metal
grate, until I finally came to rest with the spray pounding down over me. I
stared at the dark maw of the pipe beneath me, wondering what horrors awaited me
down below, hoping I might drown before I had to find out. And the water
stopped... I heard God then, her voice soft yet booming over me- "OH MY GOD..."
I started to giggle then, as the absurdity of it all washed over me. God was
calling upon god... Something hard pressed into my sides and I was screaming
again. I was whisked up and away, into the air like a rocket, my body flying as
something metallic swung me through the sky. I saw flashes of color; oranges and
brown, a huge swath of blue splayed on the ground far below, then a splash of
bright yellow before I was surrounded by steely gray and water was rushing past
me again. I sputtered and gasped for breath, realizing that I must somehow be in
one of the workstation sinks. My hands rested on the metal bars that pressed
fiercely into my ribs, and I tried to no avail to pry them apart. I had regained
some of my strength and voice, but I was still helpless as the water cascaded
over me. I felt my body rotate from side to side, and after a few minutes, the
torrent of water ceased. I felt myself flying again, for a heartbeat, before I
was dumped onto a smooth, cool surface. The metal bars soared away into the
distance, and I recognized them as lab tongs as they vanished from my line of
sight. I coughed, spitting water from my lungs as I struggled to regain some
composure. My skin no longer burned, and my head had stopped spinning now that
my body was clean and settled. I tried to regain my voice, clearing my throat as
I rose to my hands and knees. I was still shaking as I looked about, trying to
figure where I was, and saw God staring me in the face. Only God looked exactly
I screamed again, and this time it sounded more like a mewling whimper. I
skittered back as far as my jellied muscles would allow before they gave out and
I cringed in terror as my gigantic friend stared at me. She was resting her chin
on her arm, her big brown eyes wide, a look of astonishment on her suddenly
terrifying face. She made no move towards me, nor barely moved at all as she
watched me, only blinking automatically, and wrinkling her brow as she tried to
puzzle out what had happened. I could feel her warm breath on my bare and
sensitive skin. "BILLY?" Her voice rolled over me in a wave and I clutched at my
ears. It was deafening, like standing at the speakers at a rock concert.
"Diane!" I squealed, remembering the mouse again. "Please!" She looked confused
for a moment, then understood. When she spoke next, her voice was a soft
whisper. "What happened? How..." I looked at her stupidly, puny me staring at
her face. "I don't know." I whined, but I had an idea. Somehow I must have
shrunk. Or maybe I was having the most vivid dream of my life. I thought
whichever, that the mixture of chemicals that I had breathed in and splashed
about my body had done this to me, and I told her so. She seemed a bit dubious,
but the evidence, me, was right in front of her, so it did not take much to
convince her that I was probably right. She stood upright then, and I felt my
stomach twist as I watched her grow before me. She ran her hand through her
short hair as she considered, and I saw her lips twist and curl as she thought
what to do. She even went so far as to place one hand on her hip and scratch her
head with the other. In the end she shrugged, then stared down at my naked body,
laid out on the linoleum countertop of the workstation. "I dunno..." She
shrugged again. "This is way beyond me Billy. Maybe Mr. McCormick would have
some answer, but I don't have a clue as to how this happened." "I don't care how
it happened, Diane. I know how it happened. Change me back!" I screamed. "AM I
SPEAKING CHINESE?" she bellowed. "I DON'T KNOW HOW." She must have realized that
I was hurting as she lowered her voice again. "I'm sorry Billy. I don't know
what chemicals Mr. McCormick was using today, or how much of which you got on
you. I doubt even he'll know, but that's our best hope right now. We should talk
to him." "So go get him." I demanded. She sighed. "He had a faculty meeting, but
that's probably long over. I don't have his home phone number. We'll have to
wait until tomorrow." "Tomorrow!" I screamed. "Yes...Tomorrow. I don't know what
else to do." "Fine." I pouted, and plopped down on the cold countertop. She
stared down at me, a smirk playing at her lips. "I'm not leaving you here."
"What?" I looked up, wondering what she was thinking. "I can't leave you here in
the Science Lab all night. The janitor might sweep you out with the trash." She
giggled, and I got to my feet. "What's your bright idea then?" "I'll take you
home with me." A look of panic crossed her face then. "OH-MY-GOSH! WHAT ABOUT
YOUR FOLKS?" I cringed as her voice boomed again, and I screamed for her to tone
it down. "My parents are away for a couple weeks." I explained. They were
upstate, visiting my Aunt who just had a baby. They would be gone for ten more
days at least, leaving me at the tender mercies of my sister. She would not
realize I was gone for a week. Then I realized what Diane had said. "I'm not
going home with you. Your sister hates me. Imagine if she found me like this.
Six inches tall and helpless. Jesus...She'd grind me into the carpet." "No she
wouldn't" Diane giggled. "Pam just likes to tease. And she and my mom won't even
know you're there. I'll take care of you tonight, and tomorrow we can come in
early and talk to Mr. McCormick." It sounded reasonable. At the time, however, I
could hardly say that I was in a reasonable state of mind. I was on the verge of
panic. I was sure that I was missing something. Diane's sister hated me, ever
since she babysat the two of us years ago. And her mother was no better. I am
quite sure that given the opportunity, she would gladly beat my ass to whip me
into shape. Imagine little six-inch me under her authority...I shudder to think
of it. "Okay..." I finally conceded. "Take me home." "Okay. Gimme a minute." In
a flash Diane moved from my line of sight and I wondered briefly how something
so big could move so fast. I realized that she was taking strides that were ten
times my own, but her size was not impeded in the least. Size was apparently
relative to speed somehow, but before long my mind was awhirl and I wished I had
paid closer attention in my Physics class. Before long she returned, wearing her
long overcoat and her purse looped over her shoulder. "Pocket or purse?" she
asked, and I looked at her in confusion. She scooped me up in the palm of her
hand (I screamed again), and held me just below her face. I could feel her warm
breath again as she spoke. "I can't very well carry you out of the school in my
hand. Someone would see you. Do you want
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