Giantess Stories - The Perfect Roommate

Chapter 6

Julie woke up early the next day, and while Mark slept, she decided it would be safe to run a few errands.  She left a note for him on his “magic carpet” shoe.  She stopped at the drugstore and went to the section where they have sample sizes of lotions, perfumes, nail polishes, etc.  She could easily grab 5 or 6 of each item in her hand at a time and took a handful of each.  Her next stop was the toy store where she bought a few Ken Doll outfits and some doll-sized furniture and silverware.  Her last stop was the pet store.  She was looking for some kind of cage with a very secure lock on it.  The store manager was confused stating that most animals don’t require such strong locks.  Still, he showed her the only one he had and she bought it.  All the time she was out, she kept replaying the conversation with Kelly.  Kelly was right this time.  She had to take control of the situation.  And as much as she wanted to deny it, the less she thought of Mark as a victim, the more she looked forward to her new role in his life. 

When Mark woke up he lay back wondering what Julie wanted to discuss.  He climbed out of bed and saw a piece of paper on the Shoe.  The letters were huge, “Had to run a few errands.”   ‘A few errands’, he thought.  She had never left him alone to run errands.  Something was different about Julie since last night.  Just then, he heard the front door open and what sounded like packages being brought in.  He could hear her shoes coming down the hall and past his door.  They made the sound of a bass drum at a parade.  Steadily growing louder as they approached, and softer as they left, in perfect rhythm.  After a few moments, he heard her walking back toward his room and he could tell she had taken her shoes off because the “drums” were much more muffled.  They stopped outside his door.  The door eased open and her Foot stepped in.  She pushed the door open when she saw him and she was completely visible in the doorway.  “Oh good you’re awake”, she said looking down at him.  “Here, I bought you these”, she said as she knelt down and laid out a doll outfit in front of him. “Thanks”, he replied, “it’ll be a nice change.”  That wasn’t all that was going to change.  “After you get dressed, come out into the den.  We need to talk about a couple of things.”  Before he could suggest that she carry him in her Shoe, she turned and walked out of the room.  The “drums” continued down the hall.  As he got dressed he noticed that the clothes were a little big and stiff but they would do.  Curious about what Julie wanted to talk about, he began running down the hall into the den.  As he entered the den he couldn’t help but notice how attractive Julie looked standing there.  She was barefoot, wearing shorts and a tight fitting T-shirt.  She sat on the couch just as he entered the room and crossed her legs. “Come over here”, she said.  She watched him as he got closer wondering how she should start the conversation.  He stood next to her by the sofa, with the Sole of her Foot inches from his head, bouncing slightly in a nervous kind of way.  “Should I get up on the coffee table so you can hear me?”, he asked.  “That’s probably a good idea.”, she agreed, and he began climbing the makeshift stairs that Julie had made for him from empty shoeboxes the day before.

There was a moment of silence as they both stared at each other.  Julie’s eyes moved down Mark’s tiny body and back up as their eyes locked.  Mark wondered what was so different about the way Julie was looking at him.  It was almost as if she was eyeing a painting or a small statue, instead of a person.  “Why are you looking at me like that?” Mark asked nervously.  “Oh.....nothing.....I guess I’m still amazed at this whole situation.”, she replied, “I mean, one day you’re my roommate, and the next....

“Hey, I’m still you’re roommate?  Right?”, he interrupted.

“Well, you have to admit, its not exactly the same.”

“No, I guess it isn’t.”, Mark groaned as he hung his head slightly.

“And I think that since this could last for a little while, we have to discuss some ‘rules of the house’, for lack of a better term.”

Mark looked up into Julie’s face to see if she was joking, but was met with a firm stare.  “Rules of the house?”, he said, surprised.

“If this is going to work, we have to set some rules.”, she reaffirmed, as she moved closer to the coffee table where he was standing.  “This is a big adjustment for both of us and we have to make some changes around here.”

Mark was slightly intimidated by her movement toward him but held his ground. “What do you mean?  I’m the one who shrunk, in case you haven’t noticed.”, he yelled defensively, “Why do things have to change?”

Remembering what Kelly told her about backing down, she pointed her finger at him and said firmly, “The first rule is that you will not speak to me in that tone of voice. Understand?”

Mark swallowed hard. He could feel both fear and frustration building up inside of him and remained silent, as her Finger was inches from his face.

“I said”, she reaffirmed, raising her voice “Do you understand?”

After a short pause, “Yes”, he replied reluctantly, not wanting to press the situation any further.

Realizing that she had made her point, Julie moved her hand away from him slowly, feeling for the first time, in a long time, a sense of control.  She had never had this feeling when she was with Don, but it was one that she had longed for.  Continuing with the same confident tone of voice, she continued, “Rule number 2.  I’m going to decide on some chores for you to do around here.  Since I’m taking full care of you and paying all the expenses, I expect you to do your fair share.”

“But, Julie....”, Mark interrupted.

“Don’t ‘but Julie’ me”, she continued, her voice easily overpowering his.  “There’s lot’s of things you can do for me around here.”

“Like?”

“Oh, we’ll get to that soon enough.”  Julie was now in total command of the conversation, and she was really starting to enjoy her new found confidence.  It was not like her to be so authoritative, but the feeling of control was intoxicating for someone who had been starved of it for so long.

All Mark could do was stand there, unable to think of any words to say.  Julie was now looking down at him a little more smugly than before.  This only made the anger and frustration build inside him.  “Anything else?”, he snapped.

“Actually, there is.”, she maintained her calm.  After all, it was clear who was in command.  “It’s the most important rule of all.  Since I am in charge of your personal protection and well being, whenever I make a decision on something, it’s final.  When I ask you to do something, I expect you to do it immediately without question.  I will have zero tolerance for disobedience on this rule.  Do you understand this?  Because it’s very important that you do.  Breaking this rule will mean punishment.”

This was all Mark could take.  Her Finger was once again pointing, inches from his face and he backed away a few steps in defiance.  “Who do you think you are, making all these rules and punishments!?”, he yelled, pointing up at her Face. 

This began to anger Julie.  He wasn’t listening to a word she was saying.  She sat back on the sofa, crossed her arms, and placed her foot on the edge of the coffee table so that the ball of her Foot and Toes hung over.  “I’m the one in charge”, she replied with a little aggravation in her voice.

Her Toes were directly in front of him, taunting him, but he continued, even angrier than before,  “I don’t have to listen to you!”

“Oh, but I think you do.” she snapped sarcastically.  Julie was growing very impatient with Mark now.  She placed her Foot directly next to him on the table and pointed it straight up.  His head was even with her big Toe.  “In case you’ve forgotten, I don’t think you’re in a position to challenge me.”

Mark felt a chill run down his spine as her Foot approached him.  It was so close, he could smell the perspiration from it.  Noticing that his head was barely taller than her big Toe, his frustration got the best of him. “This is bullshit!”, he yelled.

“That’s it!”, she barked as her foot slid off the table and made a heavy “thump” on the floor.  She stood up and without giving it another thought, she reached down and picked Mark up in her hand and brought him to her face.

Mark was petrified as her Hand swooped down and grabbed him.  Julie had never directly handled him before like this.  It was always through indirect means.  He wished he hadn’t made that last statement but it was too late.  Her grip was tight.

She held him in her right hand and pointed at him with the index finger if her left hand.  “I thought I told you not to speak to me that way!”  Her gaze was more serious than Mark had ever seen it.  In an act of total frustration and humiliation at his current position, he slammed his fists down on her Thumb that crossed his chest, “I don’t have to listen to you!  Put me down!”, he yelled at the top of his lungs.

 Her dominance over him at this moment was as obvious as it was fulfilling.  She was holding him at chest level now and looking down her nose at him.  She flipped her hair back with her free hand and shook her head, “You just don’t get it, do you?  I’m standing here holding you in my hand arguing with you, (why, I don’t have a clue) about who’s in charge.”  She paused a moment to let the words sink in.  “Now, I think you need some time to cool off.   And I’m tired of talking.”  With that, Julie walked over to the dining room table and held him up as she bent over to grab the cage.  Mark’s eyes grew wide as he saw the cage placed on the table and began to squirm.  Instinctively, Julie tightened her grip until Mark was unable to move and he began yelling, “Hey!, what do you think you’re doing!?  I don’t want to go in there!”  Julie ignored his questions and unfastened the latch and opened the door to the cage.  She brought him up close to her Face.  “When you can learn to show me a little respect, I’ll think about letting you out.”  Mark began pleading, “Please Julie! Don’t put me in there!”  His begging did not phase Julie.  All she could think about was how “right” Kelly was about taking charge of the situation.  His begging only reinforced how “in charge” she was.  She turned him sideways slightly so he would fit through the door and released her grip as he landed on a small pillow that she had placed on the bottom of the cage.  Mark immediately got up and ran toward the door but her Hand was too quick and before he even got close, Julie was refastening the latch.  His hands were on the bars as if he was in a jail cell.  “Let me out of here, now!”

Julie leaned over and brought her Face within inches of his.  “You think about what I told you.  And when you’re ready to accept the situation, you can come out.  I’m going to bed.”  He watched as she reached down an picked up something else.  He stepped back in total shock as she placed a cover over the cage and turned out the lights.  He listened in darkness as the “drums” faded into the distance followed by a slam of her bedroom door.  As he lay back in disbelief of what had just transpired, he couldn’t help regret the day he decided to move in with Julie.  Meanwhile, Julie was thinking how lucky she was to get this rare chance to regain her self-esteem.  Within minutes, they were both asleep, each in the others thoughts, only for drastically different reasons.