Escape

by Douglas Greene

I have to get out of here! I don't know where I'm going to run, but anyplace is better than here!

How did this happen to me? Harry said that it was perfectly safe, and that he was only going to shave off a couple of years. Christ, he's turned me into a baby!

I caught him at my computer yesterday; I bet he read my mail and found out that I was only screwing him for his secrets. Last week I e-mailed my sister, telling her that a girl like me could never really be interested in a fat black slob like Harry. On the other hand, if what he told me about his discovery was true, I was more than willing to give the nigger a quick thrill.

Pushing my tiny body against the heavy door, I manage to open it just enough to squeeze through. I need to distance myself from Harry who sits smirking in the small examining room, still holding the hypodermic needle that he'd used on me just minutes before. In my haste, I tumble into the next room, tripping over a colossal black foot in a giant sandal. The toenails are painted hot pink. I hear a loud giggle from somewhere above me, as I pull on her pant leg to get to my feet. My balance seems to be getting worse; I can't be getting smaller!

I look up and see her round, brown face. Kneeling, she still towers above me, smiling condescendingly, grossly fat, impossibly huge. It is Harry's wife. I suddenly regret another e-mail that I sent to all of my coworkers, jokingly comparing her to Aunt Jemima.

"You poor little thing, you must be frightened to death," she whispers to me. Suddenly, I am wrapped tightly in a fleecy beige blanket. Held snug against warm, spongy flesh in the giantess's embrace, I am lifted off my feet. "You're coming home with me, baby girl. Harry tells me that you know way too much for your own good"

One mammoth hand squeezes my bottom while another firmly pushes my face into her shirt, and against her breast. I smell cheap perfume and body odor, and garlic on her breath. I kick and squirm in the confines of the blanket. My attempts at speech turn into a high pitched squeal as she carries me out of the building and to a waiting car.

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