"WELL, WELL, WELL. LOOKS LIKE YOU'VE HAD A LITTLE MISADVENTURE!!" Doug chortled. Although the word "chortled" doesn't quite do justice to the sound that a huge man makes when he laughs.
Matthew and I held each other even more tightly as the realization of what had actually happened dawned on us. We were now smaller than ever, roughly 1/12th scale.
I say "roughly" because Matthew and I were still exactly the same height as each other (6 inches), even though Matthew had started out at 6'2" and I at 5'10". So, in reality, I was a bit bigger than 1/12th of my old size, while Matthew was a bit less than 1/12th his. But what's the point of quibbling about fractions of inches?
At 1/12th scale, we maintained just one inch of height for every foot of our original height. And, in contrast, the originally 5'10" Doug now appeared 70 feet tall to us -- one foot for every inch of his original height.
Things did NOT look good.
During the several minutes I had been fooling with his device, Doug had been inactive, except for the occasional grunt, growl, laugh, or threat. I'd presumed he was incapacitated by the injuries he'd suffered after toppling over while trying to chase me and Matthew.
But now that my "experiment" had backfired, Doug began to stir again. He winced in pain as he raised himself into a sitting position -- pants and briefs still below his knees. He flexed his right wrist, and although it clearly hurt him, it was also clear that he had a full range of motion -- so he wasn't as seriously injured as I'd originally thought.
Without a word, Doug then reached down and slowly, painfully, removed his pants and briefs. It was obvious that his right knee was still exquisitely tender but -- like the wrist -- the knee had a full range of motion. Doug piled his pants and briefs in a jumbled heap of cloth that extended about 10 feet high on our diminished scale.
Matthew and I looked on in motionless fascination as we followed the labored movements of the even-more-impossibly-huge Doug. But suddenly, realizing the danger, Matthew elbowed me and motioned toward the door. This might be our last chance to make a run for it!
The bathroom door was slightly ajar. If we were lucky, we just might be able to squeeze through the opening. In an instant, Matthew and I began sprinting the 50 feet toward the door.
But as we ran, we felt a huge shadow fall on us from above. It was from Doug's immense calf, ankle, and foot swinging overhead.
Just as we were reaching our goal, Doug slammed the door shut with his 10-foot-long foot!
Next, Doug maneuvered his immense, naked legs spread-eagle around us, one on each side. His huge left foot remained firmly planted against the door, while his right was positioned against the wall to the side of the door.
The wall and Doug's spread legs formed a triangle with Doug's immense dick and crotch at the apex. And Matthew and I were trapped within that triangle -- more No-Man's Land than even the Bermuda Triangle.
Our only escape would be to try crawling over -- or under -- one of Doug's muscular legs. Not that he was likely to sit by and let us do that. Even a slight shift in the mass of Doug's immense legs would be enough to crush us.
And if we did escape, where would we go?
The bathroom door was now closed, and even at our reduced size, we were still too large to slip under the crack at the bottom of the door. So there Matthew and I were, crouching against the door, looking straight ahead at Doug?s looming torso and crotch.
And -- to make matters worse -- in response to his now-total control of the situation, Doug's cock was stiffening again.
Despite our fear, Matthew and I couldn't help looking on in awe -- actually jaw-drop gawking" would be a more appropriate description. Even short of a full erection, Doug's cock was nearly our height and substantially greater than our body width.
Noticing us watching him, Doug laughed, "LIKE WHAT YOU SEE, EH?"
Then, half-glowering and half-leering at us all the while, Doug reached over leisurely to the bathroom towel rack and pulled a bath-size terrycloth towel down to the floor. Now, I'd seen big towels before, but this was ridiculous to Matthew and me, the towel was over 50 feet long by 30 feet wide.
Doug folded the towel in half and then half again, and lifting his butt, slid his plush terrycloth pad underneath. Whatever he had in mind, he planned to be comfortable doing it.