Sluts Amokby SmallFryeGary Bell made a big mistake.

His brother-in-law, Peter Vandercleft, was the biggest porno producer in the SanFernando Valley. Living in a sleazy relative's guest house in order to cut downon expenses, however, was not Gary's big mistake.

To keep Peter off his back about utilities, and to help pay for esoteric tomesof a scientific and/or magical nature, Gary had become a production assistantand gotten to know some of the Peekablue Video contract girls. A few of themwere genuinely nice, but the most successful porno stars were insecure,manipulative bitches. Gary stayed away from the bitches, and chatted the niceones up. This wasn't Gary's big mistake either.

When a video shoot in Peter's house ended, Krystal Tipps, Ruby Ravage, Kalahariand JC McIlhenny all needed rides home. Before they piled into Gary's AMC Pacer,Kalahari had to pee. Gary let all four girls into the guest house, where heended up demonstrating the Prototype to the others while Kalahari drained herdesert.

Before long, he was standing naked in the pale palm of Ruby's tan hand,surrounded by four faces the size of Diamondvision screens. The piss-stop -- nowTHAT was Gary's mistake. For the four monsters, who seemed 200 feet tall to thetwo-inch Gary, were Peekablue Video's top talent.

"Let's call him 'Mr. Dinky,'" Krystal giggled, "because he's little, okay?"Ruby's enormous, brown-black eyes flicked toward Krystal's unfeeling china-blueorbs, but the muscular Latina held her tongue.

Redheaded JC, as always, deferred to Krystal. "Hello, Mr. Dinky," she grinned,putting on her shy, Catholic-schoolgirl smile.

JC's kind face hovered over Gary for a second. She licked her chapped lips.

Then, glancing at Krystal, she plopped her freckled chin into Ruby's palm,throwing Gary against JC's toothpaste- and tobacco-scented smile. As Ruby'sgiant fingers wrapped around the redhead's chin, JC rammed her tongue out,pressing Gary into the Latina's palm.

"Mmmmmgh...." His view was limited to her open mouth, a garage-sized caricatureof seduction.

"Unnnh...ohhh...!" the cavern before him roared, as JC made her best pornonoises. The other girls' laughter almost deafened him. The tongue slathered him.

Crying for help, Gary was rolled across Ruby's palm by JC's lower lip thenpressed between both lips and lifted up. The young redhead tilted back, and,smiling around her toy, opened her mouth.

"Bye, Mr. Dinky," Krystal's babygirl voice boomed.

Gary looked past JC's extra-huge teeth, down her cavernous throat and sobbed. Heknew he'd never get out of this. As the tongue lifted, drawing back into itsleviathan mouth, a jolt went though his entire body. Before he knew what hadhappened, he was hundreds of feet away, dangling by a leg before Kalahari'sbroad, dark face.

"You know you don't want to deep-throat Mr. Dinky," Kalahari's raven-blackeyebrow shot up. "You won't ever get him back." Krystal joined the monstrouswoman in deafening laughter.

"Why not?" JC shot back. "He can't do anything for me."Ruby growled, drawing herself up to her full six-three in heels. "Listen, youguys. I think..."Gary screamed in Kalahari's fingers. "Shh! He's saying something." Kalahari heldhim to Krystal's ear.

Hysterical, Gary shouted at the top of his lungs. Krystal convulsed withlaughter into Ruby. "I heard him! He said, 'my name is Gary, my name is Gary.'like I care, little boy!""Please, Mr. Gary, get your cousin to give me more money," JC batted her eyes.

Her freckled hand reached for Gary, but Kalahari cupped him to her ear.

The black giant tilted her head to one side and removed her hand, stranding Garyin her ear. "What? WHAT?" Kalahari shouted, smiling at the others. "He saysPeter's his brother-in-law, and I think that really matters. Heads up!"Kalahari flipped her head upright, launching Gary across the room. The poormagician/scientist bounced off the collar of Krystal's leather jacket, rollingdown her pale cleavage into her tube-top, wedging between her impossibly hugeboobs -- each the size of a parking structure.

Krystal yanked on her tube top and started to wriggle, watching Gary sink deepinto her flesh. When he was out of sight, she began to jump up and down, givinga little babygirl squeal with each bounce.

As Kalahari and JC clapped along, JC giggled. "Poor Mr. Dinky, he's useless. Tothink I almost swallowed for him."Then JC was two inches high.

Ruby stood by the Prototype -- a cookie tin with a few unmarked knobs andbuttons. She watched her three fellow sluts running around on the wood floor,panicking. Ruby didn't move a muscle. She realized Gary was just a speck now,either pinned under one of Krystal's untethered tits, lost in her normal-sizedclothing or killed when he fell from her cleavage-trap.

"Like I was saying." Krystal, JC and Kalahari looked up and trembled as theskyscraper musclewoman boomed, "we need Gary to show us how to work thePrototype. Is he still alive?"Gary gasped for air as he dropped into Krystal's hand. Three enormous faces,distorted by fear as much as by perspective, drew near his bruised form. A milebeyond them, Ruby licked eager lips that, to him, were big enough to engulf acity block. My God, Gary thought. If she hasn't reset the Prototype, I'm asixteenth of an inch tall.

"Sorry, Gary," Krystal bellowed. "Sorry," the others chimed in, knocking himdown.

Kalahari shouted up to Ruby. "He's okay!" Gary covered his ears.

"You're too small for Ruby to hear, remember?" JC spat at Kalahari. Krystal'shand closed around Gary as the shrunken ladies waved Ruby down to their level.

Kneeling like a mountain in a knit dress, Ruby placed her eyes about threeinches from the other girls.

Krystal opened her fist and smiled prettily. Ruby spotted the little pink mitethat was Gary. Her face relaxed.She stood.

Her footsteps crashed around the guest house, until she returned with a shortswatch of scotch tape. "Put him on this, with his head sticking off the edge."Carefully, she positioned the tape over her blood-red right pinkie nail. Gary'shead was a flea-sized bump at the edge.

Ruby gently stuck her pinkie nail in her ear. "Say something," the world seemedto order Gary.

"What do you want with the Prototype?" the faintest voice in the world said toRuby. She scooped up her fellow porno stars with one hand and gave them anexaggerated wink.

"What else? To take over the industry." Still holding her pinkie to her ear,Ruby put the three girls up under her dress and into her dampening panties. Shegrabbed Gary's keys and the Prototype with her left hand, and strode out thedoor.

The wind whistled past Ruby's tan ear at hundreds of miles per hour. Her voicedboomed through the hurricane. "Tell me, you little prick. Can this thing make usgrow?"Part IIBefore his wife OD'ed, Peter Vandercleft was loud, rich, and venomously witty --the life of the party. When the party ended, Peter found himself a recoveringjunkie with a business to run. He became an especially ruthless, bitter man inan industry that bred the type. Some said he was still grieving his wife; otherssaid Peter simply missed all the heroin.

Peter idly put Nancy, a cherubic Asian, through what was commonly known as the "Peekablueentrance exam": An aspiring porno actress would be fondled and mercilesslyfucked by Peter himself, alone in the basement studio with a camera running. Theplotless, set-less tapes were becoming popular, leading Peter to complain loudlyand often that he paid too much for crews and talent.

Nancy was repulsed. Repulsed by the suggestion that she lose twenty pounds andget her boobs done. Repulsed by the creep who now mounted her, thoroughlyrevolted by his hands in her hair, down her back, spreading her ass cheeks.

She'd been a porno actress named Kitten Chow for a half hour, and already hatedit. Fuck college, Nancy thought. Starbucks wouldn't kill me. I could have mytuition in, say, two years.

As Peter withdrew and came on her back, she winced in shame. The blood poundedin her ears, seeming to make the whole room pulse. He got up and shut the cameraoff. "Shower if you want," Peter grunted, and turned to leave.

"Mr. Vandercleft? I don't think this is for me," Nancy moaned. "I'll just takemy two hundred bucks now, and let's forget about doing it again."Peter helped her up, then backhanded her across the face, leaving a welt. "Fuckyou. You want your money for this, you show up for the next shoot tomorrow."Nancy glared at the man walking away, pulling his zipper up. Her anger seemed tomake the basement, then the whole house, shake. The walls bent and swayed. Anearsplitting crash, then another. Nancy trembled in rage---- And a muscular, tanned leg crashed down into the basement, sending beamsflying.

"Peter? Are you down there?" A deep voice laughed.

The bare foot, almost as long as Nancy was tall, shoved debris around, exposingPeter as he scrambled through a fallen grid of lights. A hand like a cargo winchslammed down around Peter's waist. The gracefully extended pinky almost struckNancy as it cruised by. Nancy saw a three-inch wide dab of clear tape on the redpinky nail. A tiny man, a third of an inch high, was plastered onto the outeredge of the tape.

Clear as day, the young Asian woman heard the bug-sized man screaming for help.

Then, as quickly as it had come into view, the pinky mail wrapped arounf PeterVandercleft and lifted the struggling producer out of Nancy's sight.

Nancy grabbed for her clothes and ran up the stairs. The deep voice rumbledoutside. "It's time to negotiate, cabron. Excuse me -- cabronito," rumbled thedeep voice. When Nancy shot out of the front door, she was stunned. A gigantic,naked musclewoman sat spawled on the spacious lawn, clasping Mr. Vandercleft inher fist, forcing him to confront breasts the size of coffee tables. Thecreature must have been 35 feet from head to toe.

Nancy imagined she could see the tiny man still on the monster's pinky nail. Shefelt woozy, and sank to her knees.

"You're gonna up my contract, mister. I don't want to hear how my tits needsurgery," growled the giant. She brought his face to a brown, jutting nipplebigger than his head. She bounced his face off the nipple once -- twice.

"F-fuck you, Ruby," was all Peter managed before the tan giant dropped him. Hefell fifteen feet to the grond and scrambled away. Like a cat playing with amouse, Ruby's pupils dilated. She let him think he was escaping, then swung afoot only slightly smaller than a refrigerator into his legs.

Ruby held Peter down with the ball of her foot and clucked. "Gotta be quickerthan that," she boomed. She scooted her tremendous, shapely rear closer andstuck her right pinky in Peter's face. "Get a camera, or I'll make you smallerthan this one." Peter ran into the house.

Ruby lay back on the cool grass and stretched out, laughing. "I'm the biggestthing in porn!" She hugged herself. A look of worry crossed her broad face. Shebrought her right hand to her eyes and checked on the little pink speck attachedto her nail. "Move," she commanded, then, satisfied, stretched her hands behindher.

By the door, Nancy had her head between her knees. She knew it was only a matterof time before the huge, athletic ogre of a woman saw her. She felt clear headedenough to stand, but her legs just wouldn't obey.