A very late, but hopefully very much enjoyed anniversary gift. My deepest apologies. But I hope my words bring a smile to your face, tigerlily. <3
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He didnât live an extraordinary life, but it was stable and it was safe. Thatâs why it was bizarre when Sam received a letter exclaiming he had won a free exotic cruise. Of course he was skeptical but there was no harm in checking it out. The days passed until the weekend posted in the letter came around. With a packed bag in his hand and anxiety in his head, he hailed a taxi and made his way to the port. Running a hand through his brown hair, he was asking himself why he was doing this. Acting on such a whim was not his style, and this was totally out of character for him, but as the cab came to a stop at port, and the looming face of the massive cruise ship stared down at him, he knew there was no going back now. On the side of the ship, in intricate fil a gris was the name, âQueenâs Revengeâ. Besides, itâd be good to get some time away from the drudgery. He smiled, his teeth shining bright in the noonday light, as he shut the car door and approached the line. The line was long but moved at a pretty good clip, eventually his turn came and Sam produced the letter he had received, the attendant smiled, and she pointed the lost man to a line going into the bowels of the ship. It was odd he wasnât going above deck, but when presented with an answer, he was told that passengers had to load their own luggage on board, and that was suitable for Sam.
From line to another, he followed the rest of the passengers ushered to this line into the depths of the massive ship. Attendants on either side of the entryway were there to ease access and ensure no one fell into the azure waters below. Once on board, the inky darkness of below deck swallowed him. Essentially blind, Sam felt himself being pushed and prodded, his bag ripped from his hands. Any form of protest was met with attendants assuring this was simply to speed things along. However, this couldnât be farther from the truth as he soon felt the floor moving beneath him. Sam was on some sort of moving sidewalk, soon to become a conveyor belt as the floor fell out all around it. Stranded, there was nothing to do. Eventually light was reintroduced to the scene in the form of a bright wall. As Sam passed through the wall, he felt every particle of his being shimmer and shake.
On the other side of the wall of light, things were certainly different as he was again cast in darkness, however this time was paired with a tactile sensation as it felt like cloth all around him. A sensation that didnât last long however, as Sam was bathed not only in light, but in a torrent of sudsy water. The belt and dropped him into a tub, or what was normally a tub. It was here that it was finally revealed to the man, that he had been shrunk. His heart began to race, and when he opened his mouth to scream, water filled his lungs. It was at this point that a spoon got up under the frantic man and deposited him on a massive expanse of towel. Coughing up water, Sam surveyed the surroundings, a bin filled with a wide assortment of empty clothes, the conveyor belt he came in on, the tub filled with no less than a dozen similarly shrunken men. But before he could see any more, another momentary blindness as a long uniformed top was slipped on him by one of the attendants, now a giantess staring down at him with a smile as he was lifted up and dumped in a long bin with a multitude of other men, all of them wearing the same green top. Bins on either side of him were similarly filled, however with either purple or yellow clad men. All of the m were panicked, and all of their fears ignored.
Eventually the bins were deemed full as the three were rolled away through hanging doors and three new bins were placed in their stead. Sam had no idea what was going on but his primal instincts knew it wasnât anything good. He tried screaming out up to the attendant steering the bin on the wheeled cart but if she could hear him, she didnât show any indication of it. Instead, she remained stone-faced looking straight ahead as she piloted the cart and bin expertly through the ship before arriving in the main ballroom. Red velvet carpet from wall to wall as gold trimmed nearly every piece of furniture. It was here in this room that a line of machines lined the walls. They appeared to be not too dissimilar to the standard carnival claw game. The attendant had to swat away several overly eager women as she took out a key to unlock the side of the machine prior to dumping the bin out through the hatch. It was here, behind the clean glass of the machine, that Sam could make out that the entire ballroom was entirely populated with women. Women either socializing, with drinks in their hands, or oogling at the machines, faces pressed up against them. Attendants shooing them away exclaiming that nothing was to happen until open water.
The women groaned in disappointment as they left the claw machine and went back to the floor, mingling with other socialites and checking out the buffet. It gave a moment of rest to the men in the machine, well as much it could when they were shrunk and shanghaied. Sam struggled to get some sort of footing that allowed himself to stare out into the ballroom. It was almost awe-inspiring, the multitudes of finely dressed women, all kind and kin, all practically goddesses to the mere tiny life Sam was in. Just then it hit him. In this moment of peace, the whirlwind of events that had transpired finally hit him. His heart was beating like a drum solo, this couldnât be real. He tried to claw his way out but his cage was too strong. There was no escape. All he could do was watch the world around him.
Time moved slowly, but moved nonetheless, and eventually the ship left port and entered open water. At this time, the intercom cracked with static, and Samâs ears perked up at this new sensory input. A soft feminine voice came across the intercom and announced that the cruise was good to go and machines would be operational for the next hour. At this announcement, the women in the ballroom all cheered and rushed towards the different machines. Disgruntled objections were raised as pushing and shoving in line was completely evident. Woman after woman inserted money, manipulated the claw, and collected their men. Sam could only watch as the claw periodically came down and removed man after man from the machine. Soon enough, his time came and the claw descended, grabbing him. As he was lifted, the tiny man got a good look at the womanâs face. She was practically divine, soft blonde hair framed a beautiful face, set with hazel jewels and a ruby mouth that broke into a smile at him. He was awestruck. But like any claw machine, it wasnât easy, and inexplicably he fell out of the clawâs grasp. An expletive escaped her lips as she cashed in once more, deadest on regaining her lost prize.
This time it went off without a hitch and Sam was dropped from the claw down the receiving hatch where he was met with a thud, landing in the bucket. Several other men were there, of varying shirt colors, and Sam now realized, at different heights as well. It appeared that purple were the tallest, with yellow being the shortest. The bucket tossed and turned as the woman moved from machine to machine, and it was nearly impossible for Sam to keep any sort of balance. By the time the intercom crackled back on, there were about a dozen men in her bucket. A collective disappointment filled the air as the machines powered down, and attendants went to collect the unclaimed men. Meanwhile, the bucket moved again, and Sam hit the wall of the container with a thud, knocking the air out of him for what felt like forever. He was out of it up until the moment the bucket was dumped out onto a vast comfortable expanse that would end up being the Goddessâs bed. She had gone back to her cabin and dumped her winnings out to examine. One of the purple shirts made a run for it, making it a few feet before a massive hand came down upon him and lifted him up to her face. She mentioned that there was always one that tried to run, and with a smirk, she crushed her fist, leaving barely a smear. Her attention then turned back to the rest of the men, a soft smile returning to her face. She introduced herself as Aurora and explained that their lives were hers to do with as she saw fit during the course of this weekend cruise. It was her favorite event of the year and she always looked forward to the new batch of boy toys. She smirked and blew a kiss to the lot of them as she sat down in a chair opposite from the bed and removed her flats, and released her feet. Pulling her chair over to the bed, she propped her feet up and the look her hazels gave was the only direction that was needed.
Frantically, after the sight from earlier, the group of mants began to scurry and rub the massive feet, while they were only 9âs, they were monoliths to them. Sam took point at the heels, rubbing and massaging to the best of his ability. Eventually, his hands went numb and sweat built up as he moved to the sole, but the mant knew better than to stop. He worked as hard as he could until Aurora pulled the feet away from them, catching them all off guard and invoking cries of alarm. She allowed herself to smile, the group did just fine. She checked the clock, it was almost time for the dinner social back in the ballroom. With a sigh, the Goddess went to the bathroom to get ready, but not before swiping her arm across the bed, depositing all the mants back into the bucket. With what felt like hours passing, the noise of the giantess grew louder as she returned, now wearing a different outfit, a long crystal blue evening dress, and peering into the bucket with a look of intrigue on her face, she eventually pulled Sam out of the bucket. Laying prone in the softness of her palm, his heart beat in a panic. Instead of the cruelty he had seen previously, this time he was greeted with that same pearly smile he had seen from the machine. She cooed flattery upon him, and his defenses lowered. Her words oozed lazily out like honey and within no time Sam found himself melting in her hand. She giggled at the sight before reaching for a piece of jewelry from her nightstand. It was a simple piece, a gold chain and clasp necklace, but what made the piece unique was the extra clasps, appropriately sized to act as manacles. Without any fight, Aurora was able to latch Samâs hands into the necklace, leaving him dangling. The jewel in the crown of her outfit, he was there in full display, his feet left free but his hands stretched out above his head. The roaring thunder that was her voice echoed above in a giggle before leaving her cabin and making her way to the dinner social.
It was a little nerve-wracking for Sam, being out in the open like this, various women coming up and oogling at him, complimenting Aurora on the outfit and accessories. But as the night went on, he became more immune to the whole shtick. But what he couldnât get over was the spread of food and drink. Sam could only really get a good view whenever the Goddess made her way over there, but from what he could tell, there was a tub of mants out on display. The leftover ones that didnât sell from the machines. They had now been reduced to protein. Throughout the night Sam would see them on various plates during conversation, and in various ways. Wrapped in baked dough, sushi-ed, hogtied and presented like shrimp cocktail, or even just raw, the shere amount of murder left Sam aghast. The blasĂ© attitude these women took, was even more shocking. This simply was a weekend of pure hedonism, of any all kinds.
Eventually though, the night wound down and came to a close. Aurora retired back to her cabin, and Sam was  released from his shackles, his arms sore from the hyperextension. The hours had felt like years and he was certainly glad to be free, though being so close to this Giantess had endeared him to her and as if she knew he was thinking about her, she bent down and planted a kiss upon his tiny form. The soft velvety lips practically encompassed his form, but the sentiment was as strong as ever. He blushed a bright strawberry red, something she noticed and giggled at as she patted him on the bed before moving him. But he was not moved to the bucket, instead a small container on the nightstand. Something Sam could glean was a place of honor.
The night went by as peaceful as one could hope. The gentle listing on the azure waves led to quick slumber. Before Sam knew it the morning came and Saturday was upon him. The beautiful statue that was the slumbering Goddess in the bed was simply a sight to behold. She eventually woke and the day began. Aurora reached into the bucket and grabbed a handful of mants to work on her morning routine, retreating to the bathroom for a while. Eventually she emerged, depositing the mants back in the bucket, noticeably fewer than she had taken in with her. There was an air of mundanity as if nothing was weird about this at all. Eventually Sam was removed from the nocturnal abode and reintroduced to the manacle necklace. Aurora left her cabin, fully ready for the day, heading up a floor to the casino. However, this casino, like the reception the night before had a high influx of mants. Mant garnished cocktails carried around on silver trays as slot machines lined the walls, depositing mants when jackpots rained. However Sam was numb to the whole thing at this point. His Goddess enjoyed the day and he was used to the oogling he received. There was something about feeling so treasured, to be the literal jewel in her necklace. Hearing the steady thump of the heart of the Goddess. It was soothing, comforting.
The day wound down and the two of them returned to the cabin once more, unshackled, Aurora smiled down at Sam once more, gently grabbing him and dumping him in the nightstand container. It was from here that he watched the same scene play out as the first day. The remaining mants were tasked with another foot massage. However, this time things went a little different as periodically, either a toe would move or the soles would crash together, there was death. Ferric crimson oozed getting caught in the creases of the nirvanic 9âs, the cries of the doomed were overshadowed by the pleasured purrs of Aurora. She savored every moment until the cries became so sparse it was clear there was nothing left. Sam watched the whole thing in horror, like a train wreck, he couldnât look away from the carnage. He was thankful to be up where he was, but dreaded if the same fate would befall him. He was ignored the rest of the night as Aurora cleaned up the mess, left the bucket in the hall out by her door, and then got ready for bed.
Sam slept less soundly this night, straddled by the burden of what he had experienced, a vast discrepancy from the kindness he had known from the Goddess. In fact, this whole thing was terrible, he had just taken it in stride, but honestly, there was no reason he shouldâve besides being smitten. He had been trapped under false pretense, and shrunken. Would he get his old life back? Would he get back to normal? He had no idea, and that unknown was what kept him up, getting very little sleep.
Aurora on the other hand slept incredibly soundly, sleeping late into the morning. Her body heaved up and down in rhythmic unison as she slept, a beautiful sight to behold. The Goddess ended up sleeping right up until the point the crackle of the intercom came back on. The attendant, sing songy as ever, announced that the boat was about two hours from docking and all toys needed to be put away, as nothing was allowed back on land. It was this announcement that finally made Aurora stir, sitting up in bed, she rubbed her hedonistic hazels open. The bedside clock glowed a faint green declaring the time to be 11:30 am. Having slept practically through the morning, a grumbling groggy Goddess picked up the phone and ordered room service. Shortly after, there was a knock on the door, and the food was transferred. Aurora smiled wide as she brought the silver tray over to bed and settled in for lunch.
Sam watched the whole morning in silence, he had heard the announcement and he knew what it meant. He figured that silence would keep him unseen and as such, keep him alive. There was nothing but fear. Aurora had evoked noises of pleasure as she uncovered her lunch from under the warming cover. She had ordered herself a hotdog, practically burnt, and a side of chips, a relatively simple lunch, but large to Samâs scale nonetheless. It was at this moment, that his luck had ran out however as Aurora turned her attention to the nightstand. She smiled softly as she took two fingers, and reminiscent of the claw machine Sam was grabbed and raised high into the air, moved over to the bed, and unceremoniously dropped him onto the hotdog. The heat radiating off of the sausage was practically scalding for the mant, as he screamed out. But his screams were cut short as globs of crimson and yellow covered all the meat. With his sight compromised and his cries for help unheeded, the hotdog was raised. Aurora smiled, and explained the great honor this was, to become a part of her, to be one with the Goddess he admired so much. This was not the end, but simply the beginning of his greater purpose, and that he should be honored, this was not a fate given to everyone. The words, silky smooth, eased the fear a little. Soon came the darkness, as even with his eyes covered in condiment, passing past the rose petal lips was a darkness that could be sensed. Pearly white horses trampled behind him, slicing the bite off and leaving Sam trapped in the moist, cavernous maw. Aurora chewed her bite. Slicing through the casing and tasting the life-bringing garnet on her tongue. It gave her shivers. Satisfied, she swallowed, the repeated the process for the rest of her lunch, though no bite was as good as the first. She had found that mant quite adorable and gave him the best outcome she could, like the attendant said, no mant was allowed on shore, so it had to be this way.
With lunch done, Aurora packed up her bags and prepared to disembark. This weekend had been simply stellar, an opinion shared by every woman on the cruise as they began to file out back onto the dock. The Goddess couldnât wait until next year, when she could do it all again. With her bags in tow, she hailed a cab. Before stepping in to the yellow auto, Aurora turned around once more, and gave a slight nod back towards the ship. Smiling, she knew sheâd be back, and was savoring the memories that would last a lifetime. As the cab puttered off, and the rest of the vacationers spread out towards their own lives, they would all have in common the weekend spent upon the Queenâs Revenge. Â
