Bellisima was an exchange student who was staying with a nice Christian family for the school year and had been having a good time with the family's daughter Judith, who made her feel welcome and invited her into her friend group. But then Judith went missing. Bellisima was there with Judith's Mom and Dad when the cops came to ask questions and reassured everyone that they would have people looking for her around the clock. Judith was last seen at a charity breakfast making stacks of warm pancakes for the family's church, and then she went for her usual walk through the park before choir practice in the evening. Somewhere in there, she had disappeared without a trace.
Bellisima had been becoming closer with Judith, since the day they met and hit it off as a couple of vivacious 18-year-olds out for fun and adventure. They even made plans to keep in touch when Bellisima went back to Italy and stayed up late talking about their fantasies and dreams. Bellisima called Judith's friend from the church, Carlita, and shared her worries.
"Where could she be?" Bellisima asked.
"I can't believe it! We were at the prayer breakfast handing out pancakes and she was just as bright and bubbly as she always is, smiling and spreading kindness, and now..." Carlita said.
"The cops are looking but I want to help. Will you try to help me look for her? Is there anything you can do to help me retrace her steps that day?"
"Well, let's meet up and talk about it, anyway. I don't want to be alone right now either."
Belissima walked through the door of the local coffee shop and caught Carlita's eye.
Carlita was wearing a thick sweater with colorful stripes that hugged her tightly. She had a tummy and ample bosom, and when she stood to hug Belissima she had to pull her sweater down over her wide hips. Belissima noticed her pale skin peeking out over designer jeans and wrapped her arms around her, embracing her.
"It's so sad," Carlita said. "How are you holding up?" She stared into Belissima's dark and, Carlita thought, mesmerizing eyes.
"I'm okay. Just worried about Judith," Belissima said. Carlita reached out and held her hand over the table.
"I feel like I may know something about that day, but I was embarrassed to tell her
parents. Tell me if you think this is anything."
"Do! Tell me, please!" said Belissima.
"Well, you know what we've been talking about since Judith broke up with Derrick. That we should go meet some... fun guys together at a club sometime. But Judith has... issues."
"Ha, I know. But what does that have to do with--"
"So, at the pancake breakfast, there was a hot guy, a tall handsome black guy, maybe college-age, who was in line for pancakes. And for a minute it was just me and Judith and him standing there."
"Uh-huh, go on."
"And maybe I started flirting on her behalf a little."
"Oh, Carlita!"
"Judith needs to get over how she was raised. Her parents' thing with black people is so horrible and..."
"But Judith is so uptight, you put her on the spot she is going to..."
"She did! I said something about Judith having the best pancakes and asked him to taste her pancakes, making the hot guy skip my station and take the hot cakes from Judith. I was like Judith, you really need to give those pancakes to a guy like this with the appetite for your great pancakes."
"Oh my God! Carlita! You didn't!" said Belissima.
"Yes, I did. And she freaked! She said I was being awful and this was a church service and she got hot and embarrassed and went and pouted," said Carlita.
"But you don't think that had something to do with Judith... disappearing, do you?" asked Belissima.
Judith's eyes open slowly, her mind in a daze and her back naked and cold on a hard smooth surface. She didn't know where she was but looking around thought she must be dreaming. The sky, or whatever it was was all wrong, fluorescent and... but no, she was indoors, the ceiling was just so far away. She look around and began to grasp her situation, though the impossibility strained her credulity. As she realized the towering architecture just to her right was... a commode.. she stood and looked at her hands and smelled what they had just been sat in on the tile floor.
Judith was shrunken to roughly five inches tall.
And she was standing on the floor of someone's bathroom. The residue on her hands was the least of her worries, though.
Suddenly, thunderous footsteps approached from outside the door and Judith ran to hide behind the toilet. She saw a monstrously tall person stride in, a man, black, naked except for boxer shorts, come to stand over the toilet she peeked out from behind. He didn't see her, but she couldn't help but see him, towering over her. He peered down, still not seeing her, and whipped his dick out through the hole in the front of his boxers, and then a firehose spray of urine came streaming down into the bowl, echoing through the porcelain and ringing in her ears. She ducked instinctively but the young black man's aim with the stream was not all that great and big raindrops of piss ricocheted off the toilet seat, landing on her.
She was both horrified... but thrilled at the same time, as she realized what was happening. Looking up at the man's face, risking a splash in the face from his monstrous cock rainstorm, she recognized the man as the handsome black guy from the pancake breakfast. Could it be possible? Had her prayer come true? She had prayed to be with him, to explore his body and do whatever she wanted without anyone ever knowing. Had her wish turned into an ironic curse to be a tiny doll trapped in his house? Was it true, would no one ever know she was here?
Two things were true for Judith, which she felt all through her in her naked flesh and bones. She hadn't cum since she broke up with her boyfriend two weeks ago, and her every molecule was permeated by the pheromones of a cocksplashed bathroom floor. And she felt filthy, hornier than she ever had, and she was naked and alone. She could stay here in the bathroom, or she could chase her wish to see what she had gotten into, so she started treading her bare feet across the huge tiles, splashing in the warm puddles, and hunting down the giant. Her pussy was dripping and she was half crazy, but she wanted to get closer to that King Kong dong. She knew that too.
Danton walked from the bathroom after draining his dick, scratching his ass through the cotton of his boxers. He had had a long day with the track meet and was extra tired. Probably shouldn't have gone into that church offering free pancakes on the way and stuck with a lean breakfast like coach recommended, but he had a thing for uptight girls in their good girl uniforms and it turned out alright. Even though he was lethargic all during the long-distance event, he was thinking about that cute white girl with the booty who had gotten all embarrassed when her friend suggested they get together.
He laughed now, thinking about how red her face had gotten and adjusted his bulge with a smile in the mirror. If only she were here now, he would love to take a few laps... of what he imagined beneath that uniform skirt was a sweet virgin white girl's butthole needing to be tasted. If only. He peeled off his boxers and crashed on his bed with the music video channel playing lightly in the background.
A little while later, under the flickering glow of the TV, the tiny figure of Judith reached arm over arm over the edge of the blanket on the corner of the bed. She had climbed up from the floor and stood there at one side of the foot of the bed, the TV silhouetting her five-inch nude body's curves. While Judith stared across the slumbering man, his feet as tall as she was, long muscular and softly hairy legs, and way, way up there on the pillow his sleeping face propped up gently.