"Help!" shrieked Dylan, but his voice was too tiny to hear over the
roaring engine. And it was roaring louder now, even though it had
suddenly stopped and sent Dylan tumbling again.
He was now lying on his back staring up through the skylight when he
saw this enormous purple and green long tongue zip from the front of
the truck to the rear. He heard the giant god voice scream.
Then he saw a naked male giant body wrapped in the green and purple
tongue. He recognized the sheriff who struggled to hold on to the
truck. Too bad that Dylan had used extra coats of wax, and had opted
not to get a ski-rack or luggage rack for the roof. The sheriff saw
tiny Dylan too for a brief moment before he vanished. Dylan could hear
the sound of the hood slamming shut after the monster truck swallowed
the naked sheriff.
For the next terrifying hour or two, the vehicle stayed in one spot,
but the engine alternately roared and purred, and for up to twenty
minutes at a time the vehicle would rock madly back and forth. After a
particularly vigorous rocking, the skylight opened automatically all
on its own. Then Dylan heard the hood pop open, and this time the
naked man appeared more to be floated in a purple and green swath of
clothing than being manhandled by a giant tongue. The giant sheriff
was lowered into the driver's seat of the monster truck cab. The
purple and green thing seemed more like a tentacle with suckers on it,
and it gently released the sheriff into the leather seat. He
immediately reached down and picked up Dylan.
"Okay, Dylan, what's going on?"
"What's going on with you and the monster truck?" challenged Dylan as
he looked down at the giant's still semihard cock covered in what
appeared to be motor oil.
"Ah, he and I had a meeting of minds as it were," Sheriff Simon
Bartlesby said wistfully.
"He?"
"I, mean, she. Cars, trucks and boats are always she aren't they? It
was just a bit hard to tell at first. The outer truck is only its
exoskeleton. Under the hood, inside the shell, its more like a nice
warm pink shellfish with green and purple tentacles and the loveliest
blue-green eyes, Anyway, she's a sweetheart, and she was frightened
and alone, and in a strange place. I told the truck I'd take it back
to my station where I could get some clothes, and maybe I could get
him, I mean her a fill up with premium."
"Uh, you do realize that I'm normal size and you're a giant, don't
you?"
"What?"
"Your clothing is behind the seat."
He gets up on his knee and looks over the headrest.
"Those doll clothes?" he asks.
"Your clothes, put me down on the floor, I'll run back and get them,
and prove it to you."
"No, I believe you, I see we're parked next to St. Abigail's
churchyard, only its a miniature, and there are tiny people like you
screaming out on the church steps. I'd better get us away from people
before they call out the National Guard and Chevy and I get nuked."
"Chevy?" asked Dylan. It sort of made sense he was driving a
Chevrolet Truck, so if it was going to have a name Chevy was as good
as any. Still wasn't a Chevy a guy's name? Or was it just a place name
that could be a guy or girl's name. He didn't have much time to
think.
Giant Bartlesby sat back down, buckled his seat belt, dropped Dylan
into his lap for safe keeping, and shifted the monster truck into
reverse.
"Hang on, baby, we're going to make a slight detour to a more isolated
spot until I have a better handle on what's going on," he said petting
the dashboard. He seemed to have forgotten about Dylan completely, at
least temporarily.
Dylan wasn't exactly thrilled with the situation. First off, the
sheriff's lap was exposed. The man was still naked. Second, he had
landed and sunk into the narrow gap- which was no longer a gap between
Bartlesby's left testicle and thigh. The giant's softening cock also
leaned to the left corralling Dylan effectively in a sweaty musky
place. Thirdly, the wand had landed in the gap between the right
testicle and thigh, well out of Dylan's reach.