You stare at her as she towers above, tapping her heels dangerously close to your puny form. "Well?" she says, expecting you to give in.
"I'm sorry, but I just want to get my bearings..." you say, incredibly nervous about the thought of pissing her off more. "We can always
have sex later, but I'm tired and stuff." She rolls her eyes. "Typical. Earth-men don't realize what goods they have until it's too late." she
sighed as she twisted the knob on the computer even more, and you gasp as your world grows even larger. By the time you've stopped
shrinking, her heels are stretching upwards for miles, and the rest of her even more-so. You elicit a yelp as her large, clawed hand
reaches down and curls her fingers around you, lifting you up for (what appeared to be) miles before you find yourself stopping infront of
her large, threating face.
"You're probably a quarter of an inch tall now." she says, causing you to shudder at the "probably" part. "I wanted to fuck you, but since
you refused, I'm gonna go masturbate." Suddenly, you're whisked away from her face as she quickly and violently sets you on a larger-
then-life table. "Stay right here and think about how you'll want to talk to me when I come back." You watch as her large, sexy form struts
towards the doorway. She kicks her heels off and walks through the sliding door, and with a beep, it locks.
You're now all alone on an insanely large chrome table, with nothing to do and nothing you CAN do.