Hello! So, wow, I was very surprised when I made an account on this site to see this thread already existed, you guys are the best! I actually have written more chapters for this that happen after the “main trilogy” and am just starting to post those, and I’ve been wondering if I should post the entire story from the beginning here… I didn’t know of this site’s existence at the time, otherwise I would have been posting here instead of giantess city If anyone would be interested in me doing that I’d be happy to repost, I just don’t want to spam. In any case, all of it has been / is being uploaded to my DA account: https://www.deviantart.com/littlest-lily

@littlest-lily I’m very, very glad that landed. So often these fantasies can go to dark places, but inside, it comes from a good and sweet place. I tried really hard to bring that out ️

Chapter 8…Administrator Privileges Adam knocked on her door. “Adam! What’s up?” Rena asked after hugging him. “Well, you said you’d like to be ahem…played with but I was thinking what about something cooler” he replied. “Such as?” she asked. “A surprise. You got time?” he asked. Rena looked at the clock. “Yeah, Diego won’t be home from school for another three hours” she replied. “Grab your keys” he said grinning. Rena grabbed her keys and slipped her sandals on. She locked her apartment door. Adam followed her to her Nissan Altima and got into the passenger seat. “Take a right onto the street and keep going” he said. “You’re not going to tell me where we’re going are you?” she asked. “And spoil the surprise?” he asked. Rena kept driving for almost a half hour. “We’re near the city line” she said. “I know. Take a right at the next intersection” he said. Rena did as instructed. The road turned into dirt as she passed abandoned warehouses. “If I didn’t know any better I thought you were planning to rape, murder me, and ditch my body out here” she said. “You feel anxiety? Nervousness?” he asked. “Fuck yeah” she replied. “Good. That means the security function is working” he said. “Security function?” she asked. Adam didn’t answer. “Over there. Go up to that gate” he said. “You mean the gate with the sign that says “Warning chemical contamination zone”?!” she asked. Adam nodded. She stopped before the gate. Adam held out his hand and suddenly the gate opened on its own. “Pull forward to the warehouse” he said. “Adam…” “Trust me” he said. Rena did even though every part of her screamed she should go the other way. She stopped the car and Adam got out. He motioned for her to follow. He had to hold her hand to calm her enough to even approach. Adam turned the doorknob to the outside door and brought her inside. “It’s empty” she said. “Expecting something else?” he asked. “Yeah like leaking barrels of chemicals and shit” she said. Rena was shocked that not only was it empty but virtually pristine compared to the rust stains on the outside. The inside was as big as an aircraft hangar at 300ft long and 150ft wide. “Welcome to what me and my sister call the “Debug Room” he said. “Debug Room?” she asked. “The actual name for it is the Beta Testing Facility #248” he said. 248? Like your name?” she asked. “My name isn’t just my series number but also the number for the simulation. Los Angeles is the 248th simulation in the network. Denver is the 121st and so on” he said. “What’s the first?” she asked. “New York” he replied. “So debugging is what?” she asked. “Testing updates before they are installed to see if there are any errors. Your world is constantly updated to make sure things run smoothly. However, those updates are tested here first” he said. “How?” she asked. “System call. Administrator ADAM-248 requesting login for Beta Testing Facility 248” he said. “Processing. Administrator privileges confirmed. Login complete” a voice said. “Generate greater downtown Los Angeles scale level one. No population” he said. Within seconds, they were surrounded by familiar buildings seen every day except far, far more smaller. Not even the tallest buildings passed their necks. “Holy shit!” Rena yelled jumping in fright. Her movement caused her foot to smash a small bank to rubble. “Oh god!” she cried. Adam laughed. “The look on your face is priceless. Relax. It’s only a simulation. Nothing here is real. Watch” he said. With a wave of his hand the bank was whole again. Rena looked around her. “So, this is fake? Felt pretty real to me” she said. The same physical rules for your world are replicated here. Wouldn’t be a good test otherwise. It can even generate people. You might want to stand still for this" he said. “Generate population from current system load. Set to non-interactive” he said. Instantly, ant sized humans appeared around her. “Oh, this is freaky as fuck! They’re walking and driving around my feet like I’m not even here!” she said. “It’s set so they don’t notice you. All of them are based on actual people in your world but they lack things like personally or memories. Observe” he said bending down and plucking someone up. He showed the human to her. In his hand was a young woman barely two millimeters tall. Rena had to squint but she appeared to have been in the middle of shopping looking at the bags she carried. “As you can see she’s not screaming or anything, but I can activate very basic feelings…like fear” he said waving his hand. Suddenly the tiny woman began looking around frantically and then locked eyes on Rena. “Adam this looks kinda mean” she said. “Mean? She’s a puppet Rena. She’s not real. No more than an NPC of one of your video games. Her responses are a basic program. Compared to you she might as well be a windup toy” he said. Rena was still wary. “I can make her docile” he said waving his hand again. The woman stopped cowering. Adam brought her close to his face. “She’s very pretty isn’t she?” he asked. The woman nodded. “She’s so cute when she’s flustered” he said. The woman nodded again. “Okay I get it” Rena said grinning. “I don’t think you do” Adam said pushing her. Rena came down with a crash obliterating four square blocks and anyone in her path. Rena began panicking. “It’s not real” Adam said sternly. Rena looked around. She had utterly pancaked people under her body but not a single person seemed concerned. “Now you got it” he said extending his hand. Rena grabbed it and yanked him forward causing him to crash as well. “Something tells me you used this place for more than what you said it was for” she said. “You’d be right. There were times in needed to…relax” he said. “You mean Godzilla your ass around town” she said. Adam shrugged. “What happened to that woman?” she asked. Adam showed her his hand with a small blotch of blood. “Oh damn” Rena said. Adam scoffed. They both got up and brushed off the bodies and debris from their bodies. “This will take some…” CRUNCH Rena looked down to see she had crushed dozens of people under her sandaled foot. “And you were talking about me Bigfoot?” Adam asked. “I’ll show you Bigfoot” she said kicking her sandals off and grabbing Adam. They tussled around crushing anyone on the street Rena pushing him into the US Bank Tower. It toppled over like a Jenga tower. Adam tripped her up making her fall forward crushing a Starbucks under her tits. By the time they had stopped, they had leveled 20 buildings and taken about 10,000 simulated lives. Rena was dotted with blood smears and debris dust. She was visibly laughing. “I needed this. Between work, Diego, and you I was stretched the fuck out” she said. Adam had stood up and was peering into an office building that had shockingly survived. “I know. I could detect the stress levels in you” he said. “What’re you looking at?” she asked. “Some random office workers having sex. Most curious” he muttered. Rena walked over pulverizing some rubble to see. “Haha! They are and wow they’re going at it. I thought you said they’re just fakes so why are they fucking?” she asked. “The simulation allows for basic actions like driving, walking, working their jobs, apparently the program allows for sex as well. Interesting” he said smashing the windows with his fingers and grabbing the man and woman mid sex. “Aww, you could’ve let them finish” Rena said. “I’m checking their codes. I don’t see any errors. Hold him” he said giving the bug sized naked man to her. Adam looked closer at the wriggling female between his fingers. “Odd. I see codes I did not program” he said. “Maybe it happened on its own?” Rena asked. “Like they evolved? Don’t be silly. Programs don’t evolve. They’re not alive” he said. “Coming from a program” she said. “…point taken. I will look into the matter later” he said. Rena looked at the man still in his hand. “Uhh…what should I do with him?” she asked. “Anything you want” Adam replied. Rena leaned her head closer. “He’s kinda cute like this” she said. She leaned forward more with her lips slightly open. She took a breath, a breath strong enough to accidentally vacuum the tiny man into her mouth. Striking her throat, Rena instinctively swallowed him. “Oh crap I just ate him. Feels like I swallowed…” “A bug?” Adam finished. Rena began chuckling. “Yeah I guess so” she said. Adam placed the woman between his fingers into his own mouth. He grabbed Rena and roughly kissed her. Using his tongue, he pushed the woman into her mouth. Looking into his eyes, she swallowed. “Congrats. You graduated from Bigfoot to Queen Kong” he laughed. She went to swat him, and Adam jumped back. He made her chase him halfway through the city. Rena had long stopped caring about those crushed flat under her bare feet. Adam reached down and plucked a convertible from the street. He shook it until two young women, the driver and passenger tumbled out into his hand. Adam popped one into his mouth, swished her around and then swallowed her alive. He offered the other to Rena. “No thanks. I’m having the guilt willies even though they’re not real” she said. Adam brushed the hair out from her face. “There may be hope for your species yet” he said. “Wait? Were you testing me?” she asked. “Yes I was. I wanted to see what you’d do with some real temptation” he replied. Rena was visibly pissed. “It was important for me to know if I was going to have a long term relationship with you” he said explaining. Rena looked half surprised and half confused. “System call. End simulation” he commanded. The city, the people, the dead and dying, all disappeared. He motioned for her to sit on the floor. “It’s blatantly obvious I have feelings for you. It’s not just the enjoyable sensation of fucking you, or even looking at your perfect body. I find what makes you…well you very pleasing. Someone told me how to manage long term relationships and it occurred to me I never gave that any thought when it comes to you. How long do I wish to keep seeing you?” he asked. “Isn’t that decision up to me too?” Rena asked annoyed. “Of course it is but you don’t understand what long term means for my kind. Rena, I’m immortal. Can I shoulder the burden of watching you grow old while I never age? Or starting this all over again in the next cycle? I am changing and it…frightens me.” he said. Adam shed a tear from his right eye. He caught it with his finger. “Look. I can calculate Pi to its trillionth place digit but I do not know the mathematics behind tears” he said quietly. Rena scooted close to him and held him tight. “Forget what in your mind. What does your heart want?” she asked. Adam touched her chest where her heart was. “I want that to be mine and nobody else’s. I want to see you every day. To fuck you every day. To live with you every day. To see Diego grow up and show the world what humanity should…could be. I want to be a part of all of that” he replied. “Okay” she said quietly. Speaking of Diego, let’s see what he’s up to. System call. Generate Greenwood Elementary School. Current timeframe. Scale level 20. Populate with local humans" he commanded. The warehouse was filled with the grounds of a school, in which the main building was in the center of the warehouse. Everything much bigger than the last sim but even so the building only came up to their upper abdomen. “Eeek! Look how tiny they are!” Rena squealed seeing the schoolchildren apparently at recess outside. “All those possible futures” he said. “And there’s Diego! He’s such a cutie!” the woman squealed. “Why don’t you pick him up?” Adam asked. “No, I’d be too scared too. I’m too scared to even take a step let alone pick him up. Adam? Can you make anything here? Even stuff from the past?” she asked quietly. “As long as it is from 1960 until now and it occurred in Los Angeles then yes” he replied. “I’d like to see my mom” she said softly. “Very well. System call. Replace simulation with…one moment.” he said accessing Rena’s mother’s files. “Ah. Replace simulation with location 1771 High Street. Date August 29, 2018. Population only occupants of home. Scale level 23” he said. The simulation was exchanged for a stucco brick one level home in a poor neighborhood. The neighborhood was vacant leaving the only people inside the home in question. Outside was a familiar Nissan Altima. “So, you drive your mother’s car” Adam said. Rena was too fixated on the house at her feet. “I remember this” she muttered. “Remove roof” he commanded. The roof disappeared revealing those inside. “Dios…mama, Diego, me…” she whispered. Adam looked down. Taking a nap was little four-year-old Diego in his room. A teenage Rena was laying on her bed playing with her phone. In the living room was her mother Eliza. From her size, she was about four inches tall. Rena stared at her. The woman was busy cleaning the living room and suddenly stopped grimacing in pain. Teenage Rena got off her bed and walked to the living room. At that second, her mother Eliza straightened up and kept cleaning. Adam heard her say something in Spanish and teenage Rena replied annoyed. Rena began crying. “You stupid spoiled idiot. It was just the fucking trash!” She yelled. “Your mother hid her sickness from you” Adam said. “She did. Working two jobs to support us and took care of the house. My ungrateful ass gave her shit because she asked me to take the trash out” Rena said quietly. Rena sat down sobbing quietly. “Lo siento…lo siento…” she kept saying asking for forgiveness. “System call. Set population to passive mode” Adam order quietly. He reached down and plucked the woman up. “Rena, open your hands” he said. She looked up and opened them as he placed her mother in them. Rena went rigid in shock. “Ma…mama?” she asked. The woman looked at the giantess. Adam sat next to her. “She set not to be scared of you if you were wondering. If anything she’s curious about you” he said. Rena lifted her closer to her face. The woman began using her hands to brush away the wet tear steaks on her face. “Haha…she always did that” Rena muttered. “I can see where you got your looks from” Adam said. “Really?” Rena asked a smiling. “You have her soft eyes. And apparently those big feet” he said grinning. “Un momento mama…” she said using her fingers to take her mother’s left slipper off her tiny foot and slapping Adam on the nose with it. “Mama…I’m so sorry. I should’ve been a better daughter” Rena said. The woman stood up in her palm and hugged her cheek. “Rena, you are a good daughter, and a mother to your little brother. I’m sure she would be proud” Adam said. Rena leaned over and kissed him. Rena placed her mother back in the home and stood up. “We…we should head back. Diego will be getting home soon” she said. Adam nodded. “System call. End simulation” he said. Rena drove them back to her apartment as Adam muttered and gestured now and then. “What’re you up to?” she asked. “Last surprise of the day” he said. Once they had gotten back, they got out the car and Adam walked her to her apartment door. Adam reached into his pocket and handed her a stuffed envelope. Rena opened it. “United States Department of Immigration Services?” she asked reading the header. The more she read, the more shocked she became. She found another set of documents with it and they read almost the same. She nearly fell to the ground in shock before Adam caught her. “Wha…is…are these real?!” she asked. “For you absolutely. Congratulations. You and Diego are officially United States citizens. Guess that dream of going to college isn’t so farfetched after all” he said. Rena hugged him and cried very hard into his chest. He had to bring her into her apartment she was so shaken. “Rena! Rena what’s wrong?” Diego asked coming through the door wearing his book bag. “We’re legal. No more hiding!” She replied crying. Diego laughed and cried with her as Adam watched. For him it was beyond simple to change her data in the server from illegal immigrant to naturalized citizen. Simple for him, meant all the world to them. “You don’t have to strip anymore. Anything you need I can provide for you and your brother” Adam said. Rena quietly nodded. Adam spent the rest of the day with them before logging out. The next day, Rena quit her job as a stripper. However, being one of the most popular ones there at the club, her quitting didn’t go unquestioned. It was a honest mistake but Rena told her best friend there she was legal and that woman told the manager. The question of how she became legal so quickly and easily began to swirl around and one particular person who went by the nickname “Madre Bruja”. A woman who didn’t take kindly to anyone fucking with her money…or anyone hustling in her territory. What was coming would change everything…

@Size_Master Extreme cruelty without things like being crushed? I’m in love

I sighed happily. “You know what?” I asked rhetorically. “I’m feeling better now.” And I really was; it seemed like that fit had worked off the last of my frustrations. With a clearer head, I considered Miranda, still trapped in my grip. Carefully, I began to untangle her from my arms, still keeping my grip in place. “I think we’re about done here. I proved my point, I vented. I’m about ready to go to bed…” I trailed off as I considered Miranda, neck and lower back in one hand, her head covered by my fingers, and ass resting in the palm of the other. She was free to move, for the most part, but either what I had done to her in my fit, or the way I was holding her head, had stopped her from doing anything more than tremble slightly in my grasp. “But we need one last talk before then.” I finished. She flinched at that, but I couldn’t bring myself to regret her fear. “I want to make something clear, MIranda. This, what happened here, isn’t going to be your normal standard of behavior. You angered me, and I punished you, and that got mixed with my general… frustrations with how things are going.” Gently, I brushed at her hair with my thumb, but she only shook again at my touch. “As a pet, I’m taking away choices from you, yes. I’ll use you, of course. At the same time, though, is with less focus on letting you do things yourself, I can do more for you. Take care of you, spoil you, even.” Quietly, I lowered my head and exhaled onto her exposed skin. She shuddered and arched in my hands, and I realized that her nipples were hard, that they had been the entire time. “We both know, Miranda, that there’s more I could have been doing for you, to you, from the start. But I didn’t, because I was waiting for you. Waiting for you to want them…” I exhaled again, slowly, from the tips of her breasts down to her legs, and she moaned almost inaudibly. “Or maybe you were just too afraid to ask.” I continued. “Maybe because you were afraid of me, maybe you were afraid of giving up control to me, voluntarily, when you already have so little, and worried about not getting it back. I’m not going to go beyond this, tonight, but I want you to think about something: you being a pet? This is a temporary situation. In a week or two, maybe, I’d be willing to go back to the way things were before, give things another shot. Not force you to fight for things, allow you choices in being picked up or not, and so on. But.” I stopped, and this time dropped the smallest bit of spit I could onto her breasts, before I breathed on them once more. This time, she moaned louder, lewder, even as she visibly fought against the impulse. “Aren’t you even just a little bit curious?” I asked, whispered really, into her ear. “What?” She said, so startled by my question that she responded on instinct. “Aren’t you even just a little bit curious how it would feel?” I had leaned in even more as I spoke, whispering so quietly it barely shook her hair even with how close I was now. “To give into me, to surrender? You’re fighting me so much, Miranda. Aren’t you tired? Aren’t you tired of fighting so hard to act like something your not? Doesn’t it sound nice to just… close your eyes, and let me take care of everything for you? To protect you from the world? To spoil you? Don’t you want to all the pleasures you haven’t been allowing yourself to indulge in, all this time? I know you’re afraid of me… but in your heart of hearts, did you ever think I’d really mistreat you?” I let her consider it for a moment, watched her tremble, her head shaking back and forth in frantic denial under my grip, before I moved in for the kill. “You’re not stupid, Miranda. I’m sure you could act like a well behaved, if down on her luck, person, and in that week or so we could try it all again. We can pretend that you aren’t a squeaking little thing that I keep in my house, if you wanted. But that’s what I want you to think about.” I moved so my mouth was less than an inch from the tiny, delicate construction of her ear, and when I spoke I could only barely hear my own words. “Will you want to go back to that?” I wanted to keep going, to push harder, but I had done that plenty today. It was better, now, for her to think about what I said on her own. Instead, I got up gently, even as I lowered my hand down her back so she could see again. “Don’t worry, Miranda.” I said reassuringly as she startled again at my movement. “I’m just taking you to the bathroom. I imagine you want to clean up?” After a second she nodded, almost reluctantly, and I smiled warmly. “I thought so. I’ll just let you take care of yourself now, alright? We can talk more in the morning.” I didn’t get much of a response from her, but by the time we reached the bathroom and I flicked the lights on, her gaze had gone from terror filled to bewildered and wary. Gently, I lowered her to the tiled floor, and walked away without another word. When I returned to the table, I found Sydney, obediently staying where she was told and kneeling in the remains of the ice cream. I nodded in approval before picking the entire bowl up and carrying it into the kitchen, noting absently how she fell onto her side in the process, further coating her body in the dessert. Setting it on a counter for a moment, I started the water to warm in the sink before plucking the Min from where she lay. Absently, I considered her as I rinsed out the worst from the bowl, placing it into the dishwasher. “You’re good at listening.” I told her, while my free hand checked the water temperature. Sydney flinched, slightly, before realizing that it was a compliment. “Thank you, Master.” She said softly. “You’d do well to keep at it; keep your head down and do what you’re told.” I advised, turning my full attention to her. “You may have noticed that things are a bit unstable here at the moment. Play your cards right, Sydney, and you might find yourself in a much better place than where you started. Do you understand me?” She nodded hesitantly. “I understand, Master.” I smiled and lowered the pressure. “Good girl. Now hold your breath.” I waited a beat, then brought her into the flow of water, allowing it to rinse the worst of the stains from her before pulling her out. I looked her over briefly, checking for any areas that were still glaring dirty, before stopping and examining her again, slowly. It was something I had known before, of course, but dripping in water, with the way her gasping breaths jiggled her chest, I was forced to admit… “Damn,” I said feelingly. “You really are something, aren’t you?” I had been planning to clean her off just enough to keep the house from being a mess, but instead I found myself licking my lips as I trailied a finger up her leg. Miranda, I knew, would have jerked away from my touch, at least if she had seen it coming. Sydney, however, moved into it, and without a shred of reluctance. There was fear in her eyes, of course, but there had always been fear in her, and it didn’t stop the way she moved to stay in contact with me, even as my finger pulled away, or the silent gasp that I saw more than heard. “You’re ready to be a good pet, aren’t you?” I stated more than asked, returning the finger to circle the small of her back, and she shuddered in my hand. “Y-yes, Master,” Sydney gasped. “Please, Master. Whatever you want. Wha-whatever you want, Master, I’ll be good. I’ll be yours.” I wasn’t sure if she was overacting, or if Miranda was just that good at hiding how much she felt at my touch, but either way this responsiveness was a nice change of pace. Slowly, I dragged my fingertip up her back, gently applying pressure between her shoulder blades for an instant, before I moved it to her neck, and the collar she still wore on it. Before she could react, it released and fell into my hand, and Sydney gave a sound of relief that had to be as much physical as it was psychological; they weren’t actually meant to be worn all the time, after all, just as a tool for identification when leaving the home. There was a red ring around her throat already where it had begun to chafe. I locked the ends together and tossed it lightly in my palm a few times, before losing interest and placing the collar into my pocket. One of my many preparations for Miranda included a bottle of Min-friendly body wash at the sink for just such an occasion. There was a strange irony to the fact I was doing this for someone else, but I had reached at point where I didn’t care: here, at least, a woman lay in my hand, naked, and if she was not eager than she was still willing. Sydney looked up at me with wide eyes, legs spread and almost seeming to pose in my grasp as I squirted out a dab of soap on my index finger. “My good pet.” I commanded. “Yours.” she begged. Sensitivity or not, there was no way she wanted me, the man who had nearly ripped her arm off not so long ago, in any genuine fashion. She still flinched every time she saw me, cringed at my every move. Even if she was into that kind of treatment, it wouldn’t explain such a quick turnaround. This was clearly nothing more than a desperate attempt to protect herself with only asset she had available to her, to try and buy herself favorable treatment with her body. But that was the thing about Mins, wasn’t it? The feelings didn’t have to be real, just the obedience. Devotion would come in time, after all, with Stockholm Syndrome and Giant’s Allure, and even if it didn’t, even if it continued to be nothing more than an act… What did it matter? I didn’t care about her feelings, I just wanted her body and her willingness. There was no way for her to betray me, or harm me, or steal from me, like a traditional gold digger could; I owned her. What else could Sydney do but continue to play along, if only for her own safety? I grinned the shark’s grin, and for a moment she froze, facade breaking at what she saw in it. “Mine.” Once again, Sydney had made a choice without fully understanding the situation. Once again, I didn’t care to correct her mistake. As I rubbed my fingers and thumb together, spreading out the soap, her expression return to ‘lustful’, and she cooed appreciative as I began to slowly massage it onto her stomach, twisting and turning in my hand with every indication of delight. Still, the act grated on me, and before too long I cut in. “Enough.” I told her finally. She stared at me with genuine confusion, so I elaborated. “The act. I know you’re putting on a show, and I-” “No!” Sydney yelled in sudden terror. Then she winced as she realized she had interrupted me, before she kept protesting anyways. “Master! I, I wouldn’t dare to… I mean, I…” I rolled my eyes. “Please. Oh, physically you may be enjoying it to some extent…” I ran my finger over the stiffened tips of her breasts, before dragging it between her legs, ignoring the way she yelped and squirmed at my suddenly rough treatment. Pinching the liquid now coating it between my fingers, I showed Sydney how it stuck to my skin as she blushed violently. “And that’s good and all, but you make it sound like you’re going to cum, here and now, and we haven’t even started the heavy petting. I know you think I’m a madman, but do me the common courtesy to stop pretending I’m stupid as well. I’m using you for my own reasons, you’re letting me use you for yours. I’m not here to make you feel good, Sydney, I’m here to get my own pleasure from using you.” Pushing my finger onto her mouth, I held it there until she gave in to my unspoken demand and began to lap at her own fluids meekly. As I felt the tiny little muscle’s touch against my fingertip, I smiled. “Just like that. Good girl. You’re nothing more than my toy, Sydney, and you’ll never be anything more than that. Don’t act otherwise. Don’t get airs about your own importance. You can call me Master all you want, and fawn over my every word, begging for attention you’re too afraid to enjoy; we both know you’ll mean it soon enough, even if it’s just an act at the moment. But there’s no point in you trying to fluff up my ego. You can have as dramatic an ‘orgasm’ as you want, Sydney, and you’ll still be in the exact same place as you’d be if you didn’t go through the bother: here. Being held in my hands, being touched and toyed with as I please, and unable to do anything about it.” I tightened my grip on her slightly, and brought my other finger up, rubbing it over her face, coating her face in her own drippings. “And if you like it? If it makes you feel valued? Safe? Wanted? Good for you. If you feel violated? Used? Worthless? Too bad: that’s your problem, not mine. Your opinions, Sydney, are just as worthless as your attempts to resist me. Your only value lies in your body, and your ability to do as you are told. Clear?” At some point during all this her flush had grown and spread until her shoulders and the tops of her breasts were all scarlet red. Sydney looked at me, panting slightly, face still smeared with her own lubricant, and let out a breathy sigh that sounded more genuine than every sound she’d made thus far. “Of course, Master.” As an interesting note, I’ll admit I took the ‘aren’t you even just a little bit curious’ line from a dark comedy video I found on youtube, and I kind of wrote this to the classic Lavender Town theme. As one of those lore-y side notes, Giant’s Allure isn’t something I think will be naturally explained, so I’ll just spell it out. There’s studies out there that say that taller people get paid X amount more than people of average height, right? Giant’s Allure refers to something past that, past the point where the pay gap stops (I… think that’s a thing? If you’re tall enough that stops being a thing? Don’t quote me obviously), to where one person is so much larger than the other that it humbles the smaller person, makes them meek and subordinate. It’s a theoretically sweet spot, basically, about how big someone has to be to command someone smaller, as well as a theory to help explain how oddly obedient Mins are to normal sized people, and how easy they seem to fall in love/worship to them, though there’s significant academic conflict if there’s just something biologically different in them, or maybe both. Because of her ‘great’ size, BTW, Sydney is actually of some non-insignificant interest to those who want to try and test to find that point. They hope they can place her in front of a child and find a point where the magic obedience charisma stops working, though for obvious reasons there’s so many other things happening that it never goes anywhere.

This chapter is a bit experimental. This chapter is told entirely in monologue by Reginald Bordeaux. A few big warnings on this one. This chapter uses a lot more foul language and has a lot more sexual undertones. It also heavily involves a lot of hard vore this time. So be warned. Thank you all for enjoying my stories. I hope you all enjoy. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// The speaker in the back of the room crackled to life as Reginald Bordeaux told his story. “See, the day before yesterday, I was helping out in the lab. We’d been having trouble with the Incorperant experiment. A bunch of staff kept quitting with no notice. Didn’t call, didn’t die. Just went missing. The entire thing had me pretty spooked. Felt like the position was haunted.” Dr. Charter cut in. “Can we please keep on topic?” The small intern was taken a bit aback but continued. “Right, well, I was supposed to help Dr. Fogarty with one of his samples. The way he told it, he had been experimenting with one of the petri dishes, and the population of cells multiplied rapidly. Apparently, things got so bad he had to pull me and my friend Riyah from the intern program to help him now that Jay was the only assistant on hand. We were expecting him to bark orders at us the second we came through the door, but there was nothing. He was just gone. I didn’t want to be there anymore, so I tried to put the petri dish back in containment, when poof! I was out like a light.” “When I finally came to, I was about the size I am now. It was a heck of a sight, let me tell yah. Even now, looking up at all of you, it’s amazing how overwhelming it all is. But anyways, I ran into Riyah, Jay, and the Doc, all just as small as me. Well, Jay was a bit smaller, but he’s always been a shorty. Not that I’m much to talk anymore.” “So Dr. Fogarty started yelling at us for touching the sample. Riyah started panicking, but I tried to stay calm. I tried to ask him what’s what, but then Jay started screaming his head off! Dr. Fogarty turned around and said we need to run.” “When I looked where he was pointing, there were two massive figures walking towards us. Both seemed humanoid on the surface, though every time they looked at the two again, something new just seemed off. The pair had weird green skin that you could see right through. Neither seemed to have feet. Rather, where their feet should be, a pile of goop pooled at their ankles keeping them upright. Their hands occasionally dripped away, only to reform seconds later. It was a strange sight to be sure.” “Of course, the two couldn’t be more different in appearance though. The figure on the right was curvy and feminine. She had unnaturally wide hips and a large chest. I hate to say it, but she was quite a looker. Her face was a bit jacked up though. She didn’t have a mouth, per se. She could talk and all that. Don’t really know how she could talk, but she could. Her voice was pretty sultry and all, but I couldn’t see a way for her to do it. She also had big expressive eyes. I could swear she could see my soul through those creepy eyes of hers. Well, at least it seemed that way. Her eyes were just as slimy and gooey as the rest of her body, so they might have been for show.” “The left figure though was a real piece of work. Muscular as all get out. At least, I think they were muscles. They were shaped like muscles, but they looked just as goopy as everything else. A full six pack. Calves you could bounce a coin off of. Thick shoulders and huge pecs. The whole works. He was also naked. Well, I guess the lady was also naked, but well, this guy…” Reggie held his hand out as wide as he could away from each other. “… let’s just say he was pretty well endowed.” Reggie cleared his throat a bit, clearly looking embarrassed as the military men gave him judging looks. “Anyway, his face was kinda the opposite of the lady’s. While the first had no mouth, this one had no eyes. Not even a hole where they should be. It was like he had a sheet over the top part of his face. Not the bottom though. God, I’ve been seeing those teeth in my nightmares. Sharp and jagged as all get out. And when he laughed, you could see his long tongue sticking out. Looked like the devil himself.” “Then, the guy one says, ‘Look what we have here! Looks like we caught up to the little appetizer platter. Hello, humans! My name’s Drone! And you little things get to have the privilege of getting added to this magnificent fucking body! We’re not just any Incorperants, after all. We’re Queen’s spawn! We’re going to run this worthless little world.’ And if that wasn’t enough, the other one started throwing a fit. ‘Not fair, Drone! I’m hungry too! And you got to eat the janitors we ran into last time.’ No clue how she even said that without a mouth! And he said, ‘Yeah, and they added all this to me too!’ And then he flexed his muscles hard.” “Of course, we ran away. The guy was going to catch us, but Riyah tripped and the woman snatched her up. ‘Ha, I got the first one.’ ‘No fair, Worker! I was the one who found them.’ And she said, ‘Yeah, and I was the one to eat them!’” “And then the strangest thing happened. Her fist closed around Riyah’s body. At first, it looked like she was gonna get crushed in her fist. But then her skin started peeling off. You could even see it through the giant woman’s fist. She was peeling away layer by layer into nothing. Riyah didn’t even put up a fight. What was weirder, As each layer peeled off, the woman got just a bit bustier. Her hips swelled up. She got taller. Like, a head taller than the guy tall. And that’s when she opened her mouth. She says, ‘Hey Drone, check it out!’ and starts prodding her teeth with her tongue.” “So Drone says, ‘yeah I know. Check out what you can do with them.’ So he picks up Jay and dangles him about his open maw. Jay begged for his life, but it didn’t do him any good. Drone dropped Jay through the air and caught him with his teeth. Now, those teeth looked just as gooey as the rest of him, but I can assure you it wasn’t. Jay screamed as Drone chewed him to bits. When I turned around from running, I saw blood run down his mouth and chin. You could see Jay’s dismembered body through his mouth. It was some of the most fucked up shit I’ve ever seen.” “I managed to hide under a snag in the carpet. The Doc wasn’t so lucky. Worker crawled on all fours over to Dr. Fogarty. Drone was busy growing bigger. His muscles got bigger. His height grew. His…” Reggie looked a bit embarrassed. Dr. Charter coughed. “Yes, all of him got bigger. What next?” “So, Worker caught the doctor and was about to chew him up like Jay. But Drone came in and tipped her chin up. I watched as Dr. Fogarty sank into her guts. You could see him through her stomach. At first, he was struggling. But eventually, he just gave up. It seemed at the end, he even felt comfortable with it all. And so Worker says, ‘Let’s go tell Queen about all the humans we added to ourselves.’ And they walked away.” As the soldiers processed the story they had been told, a voice came from near the stretcher. “My, how dreadful! I do apologize for my children’s manners!” //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// How did the Queen breach the security to get into the restricted area? How will the military react to this meeting of the minds? And is there anything that could possibly stop… THE EMERGENCE OF THE INCORPERANTS! Find out next time in Chapter 5: Diplomacy Thank you everybody for reading. Any feedback or criticism is welcome, so let me know what you thought of the latest chapter!

Hope no one mind that I added to this story this week. Just had an urge to. That is the great thing about having so many stories rolling about in my head. When I’m uncertain what to do in other stories, sometimes clears up what I’m doing in other stories. As the title shows I’m not sure if this will be the fourth chapter or not, as I am jumping about a bit with this one to keep it light. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think. Also, don’t forget, if you can and would like to. You can support me at my Buy Me A Coffee page, Link below. Green Status and higher have access to a Members only story there. Thank you. CH ?04:Will’s Self Challenge M/f,f,f Vore only I take a deep breath. If I’m going to work for this place I need to be able to do this. I will need to have lunch at Little Nibbles Café. And I’ll have to eat everything on my plate. Or more my issue, everyone on that plate. Little Nibbles Cafes have a unique menu. Every dish has one or more tiny people incorporated into them. Wrapped in noodles, draped across meat, clad in pastries these little people were part of the meal. One the guest could devour, and for many of them that was the attraction to these private restaurants. Or if they were inclined a guest could ask for a doggie cage and they could keep the tiny person as a pet. I have that urge. The want to keep them. Since I’ve only been served pretty young women. But I have to accept that these little people are mainly intended as food. I am being a touch deceptive to myself. These tiny people are actually marvelous little clones. They have all the memories, hopes, and dreams of the person that they are a copy of. Including the want to not be eaten by some giant person. Though their bones are closer to hard cartilage than bones when they are served, they don’t know that and move and squirm just like they would if they were the real person they resemble. To make this more appealing Little Nibbles Cafes make their little bodies more to the guest’s physically ideal. In my case, more physically fit, like little fashion models. Making it even harder for me to eat them. As I rather touch them then digest them. My friend Jim is a board member in this secret chain of restaurants and he wants me working as an Internal Accountant. I can’t do that with a clear conscience if I’m not willing to partake in the main purpose of the restaurant. Sure if I can get through this I will likely still doggie cage most of my morsels over eating them alive. But it will mean I accept the culinary death I’ll be helping to run smoothly. I step into the plain gray door and look at the ornately carved wooden doors hidden from public view. I’m a member, thanks to Jim. Platinum member even as a friend of a board member. My nerves are just jumping. Like I’m about to have a lion jump at me. Yet I know I’m not in any danger. I just have to slip my membership card into the card slot and the door will click to allow me access. My arm reaches my hand out and the card slides in. An audible click and I open the door. Jennifer, shit I forgot to call her. Why didn’t I call her, she’s gorgeous. “Hello Mr. Jackson, on your own today?” she says to me in a cheery tone. “Yes,” I answered. Unnecessary I clarified, “I need to see if I can handle actually eating the little people that are part of my meal.” She smiles as she corrects me, “Accents, they are accents of your meal.” “Sorry, right Accents.” I accept my mistake. She grabs a menu and advises, “Follow me. I’ll find you a private spot to test your plate. Still not comfortable with the idea of eating Accents?” “No, I can’t quite get past the idea that they are little people. Might be my fault for taking so many home the other night.” I suggest. She looks over her shoulder at me as she notes, “This might not help, but for some guests that idea is all the appeal.” “Yeah, it was a rush when I first did it. But now that I have been thinking about it, I can’t shake the idea that when I ate those women. I ended their lives.” I explained. “They have no lives but to be eaten or otherwise enjoyed. If you didn’t order your meal they wouldn’t be brought to life in the first place.” She says and that actually helps some. “So, they only live to be eaten.” I reply as she points me into a small booth. “Exactly, like chickens.” She says happily. I had to explain why I hadn’t called her before she went back to her podium to lead the next guests to their table, “Look, I’m sorry I haven’t called. I just got out of a long term relationship. And I’m just a little out of practice with the whole dating thing.” “I understand.” she replies before suggesting, “So to make it easy on you how about this. My friend is having an exhibit of their art on Thursday at a little independent gallery. I’ll be going to Galbraith’s for a light supper at about five thirty. If you happen to be at Galbraith’s about that time we could eat and go look at their paintings together. If your not ready yet, I understand.” How was I this lucky? She was gorgeous. Maybe I’m so hesitant because she’s nearly half my age. But, she’s made the first move. It’s not like I’m a creepy old guy hitting on a girl barely old enough to vote. She gave me her number of her own accord. “I might need to look at some art come Thursday.” I tell her and she smiles warmly. “A touch of advice for this experiment.” she replies pointing at the table and twirling her finger. “Order one of the sandwich combos and a drink. That’s only three Accents. Also, ask the waitress to select off your list. So they will not be familiar to you. Yet with your data they will still be able to get you Accents that are appealing to you. So it should be a little easier for you to handle. Worse comes to worse, you have three new pets to enjoy at home.” “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” I replied. I didn’t know that was an option. “Hope to see you Thursday.” Jennifer said before turning to walk back to her station. The view was certainly making dinner at Galbraith’s on Thursday sound like a better and better idea. I sat and opened my menu. It didn’t help that the pictures of the meals showed them Accented. Half little men and half little women, likely to appeal to whichever preference the guest has. I skip the appetizers and I’m disturbed by the Tots Toss Salad. Then snicker at the Chick/Hunk Noodle soup. Yep, each meal was male-female labels with a helpful little note at the bottom of the menu that clarified that the mixing of Accents was an option. Well, at least they were inclusive in their cannibal cuisine. A pretty young brunette came to my table and began filling my water glass. As she did she said, “Hello Mr. Jackson. I’m Tammy, your server. Are you ready to order or would you like a few more moments?” I had to remember I was a platinum guest. That’s how she knew my last name and had to call me by it. Jim wanted me to have all the perks. “Not yet thank you Tammy. Could I have a shot of rum un-Accented? I’m still getting used to the concept of this Café.” “Certainly Mr. Jackson.” She said with a little bow and went to the bar. Some of the options I could understand how they worked. Added Accents on salads or bacon wrapped and draped over a steak. But the Breaded Chicks as a Burger or the Deep Fried Babe in Ice Cream just defied my imagination. How could they cook those with the little clone inside and not kill them? I made it to the Lunch Fare part of the menu. Chick Club sandwich, Hottie and Cheese, Cucumber Cutie, Cold Cuts Cuties, each had two accents on a sandwich that was divided in two and made sense to me. But The Grilled Chick or the Meat Doll sandwich were both confusing. Both would require the Accent to be cooked as part of the sandwich wouldn’t they? Like the Bimbo melt literally has cheese melted over the Accent’s bodies restraining them to the bread. I decide to just go simple and question how they are made later. A simple BLT and French fries. Yep, a Babes Lettuce and tomato. As described, two attractive Accents restrained in three strips of Bacon each laid a top garden fresh tomato and lettuce on freshly toasted artisan bread. Yeah, that should be manageable for me. Tammy arrives and places the shoot before me. And before she can finish asking, “Would you like more time Mr. Jackson?” I have downed it to claim my agitated nerves. “Yes, I’ll have a BLT with Accents not on my personal list and a cola to drink.” I state a little quickly. She takes it in pride and smiles in amusement. Then clarifies, “Off list Accent for the cola as well?” “Yes please.” I answer, trying to slow down. Then, I have a craving, “That couldn’t be a cherry cola could it?” I’m surprised when she answers, “We can do that Mr. Jackson.” “Thank you Tammy.” I say. She asks, “Anything else Mr. Jackson?” “No, I think just the sandwich and fries will be good.” I answer. “Right away.” she says with a little bow and is away again. She comes back shortly with the sandwich, fries, and my drink on a serving tray. The Sandwich has the top slice of bread leaning on the bottom of the sandwich. This is clearly so I can see the two attractive and shapely blondes laying in an unconscious state upon my sandwich. Bacon wrapped about their calves and thighs then another strip about her torso restraining their arms. Tammy taps my plate with that strange wand thing they use and the two beauties awaken. It takes them less than a second to assess their situation of being draped as filler of a sandwich half surrounded by French Fries with a giant looming above them. They begin rambling, in German I think. Oddly I think that’ll help me with this personal challenge. If I understood them they might have more of a chance. Tammy then sets my Cherry Cola upon the table. Tall glass of dark liquid with a little ice floating at the top. On a very little plate is a straw with a red haired sexy shaped Accent restrained to it. On her head as a hat is one of those bar cherries sliced to stay fit over her head at an angle. Tammy taps that plate and this one is just as quick. Struggling hard against her restraints she too seems to be babbling in German. “Everything look good Mr. Jackson?” Tammy asks like this was a normal everyday thing. “Yes.” I told her. Because I guess here, this is a normal everyday thing. “Oh Good.” She replies. Then notes, “If anything is wrong just wave at me and I’ll be right over. Enjoy your meal.” And she leaves me with three miniature terrified women among my food. I don’t know how to start. I look out into the dinning room and my gaze is greeted with a cascade of carnivore death. Tiny men being sucked back by a woman off oyster shells. A man slicing the leg off of a woman speared to his steak by his fork. Another man chomping down a burger as little hands stretch and grab at the air from under the bun. A woman dipping a breaded covered woman into some sauce face first, her plate says she likes to mix her accents. I turn back. I remember Jennifer’s words, “They only are alive because you ordered the meal.” And, “Alive to be eaten.” I take a deep breath and center myself. I look down. Both blondes are extremely attractive. I find myself thinking of Doggie Cage for home fun almost immediately. I wish Jim was here, his presence makes this easier. I slip the half a bread slice over one side of my sandwich. The now trapped woman screams and screams, likely wondering in her panic how she ended up on giant’s sandwich. Likely begging for me to show her mercy, to get her back home. Not knowing she wasn’t who she thought she was. I lift the top of the sandwich towards my open mouth, head first should end her torture sooner. My teeth crush through bread, lettuce, tomato, and take her screaming head clean off. I chew, the bacon flavor is delicious. That had to be her as the little of the slice I got with that bite would account for all that flavor. Her sandwich partner screams in terror and I understand why this is a enjoyable experience for the other guests. There is a rush in knowing you can eat a tiny person alive and they can’t stop you. I feel it as I take another bite. But I also feel a touch guilty, I could have saved her. But, to what end? How many tiny women do I want at home to look after? Sure Jim bought me a huge cage so I could keep many more then I already have. But that would also mean looking after getting them food and other perversions. I tear another part of the sandwich off with my teeth, I’m already halfway through the first Accent’s body. I slide the bread over the other side of the sandwich to muffle that one’s screams a little. I grab the straw and that one whimpers in a language I don’t know. I slip her into the cherry cola and she’s neck deep. I lift the glass and lower the level a little. The shapely redhead is shivering before I place the glass down. I take another chomp and grab a fry to munch on. This, this wasn’t bad. The sandwich was delicious all things considered. Fries cooked to a perfect crispy outer edge. And the cherry cola was not too sweet. They did know how to make good food here. I toss the last of the first half sandwich into my mouth and take another sip of cola. Tammy arrived as I’m chewing. How they always do this to me I never know. “How is everything Mr. Jackson?” I swallow and take another sip. “Good thank you.” I managed to get out. “Not so bad once you start? The eating of an Accent I mean?” She inquires. “No, rather tasty actually. Are they, well, do they flavor the Accents?” I ask. “Depending on the meal, yes. Yours would have a smoked flavoring added to their mix to give them a richer bacon taste. If your planning on keeping the other one you’ll find that flavoring will fade over a week or so.” She explained politely. “Interesting. Kind of a rush, eating a living little person.” I admit. Tammy smirks and advises, “You want a real rush, eat the next one feet first.” “I’ll try.” I say trying to convince myself. “I’ll be back soon Mr. Jackson to see if you need a refill or want something after your lunch.” Tammy informs me. “Thanks Tammy.” I acknowledge as I lift the second half of the sandwich. I look at my sandwich. The tiny woman inside is looking out helplessly, clearly begging in her language. I decide to take Tammy’s advice and turn the sandwich around. I bring the side between my teeth. My mouth tears those in incisors through the bread and veggies. I can feel the tiny woman squirming for her life trapped between the slices. To no avail as my next bite severs her legs just below her knees. She screams in agony and I feel a strange delight I know I’ll question later. I destroyed her lower legs in my mouth and swallowed them down. I take another sip before I go for her thighs. Meaty and firm are the last of her lower limbs. Now I have a new question as I chew, why isn’t she gushing blood all over my plate? Her screaming is gone and now just helpless whimpers escape my sandwich. I rend into the sandwich and take off her fine little ass. Her bacon flavor is delectable. Mixing with the fresh tomato wonderfully. All her sounds end with the next bite. Likely I took her heart and lungs with my eager chomp. She’s still delicious. I ate the last of the sandwich noting Tammy was right, that was a cruel power rush. I nibble my fries as I reveal more of my drink’s Accent’s fabulous body with each little sip. This was easy once I began, I don’t know what I had myself all worked up about. Tammy happily comes back, “Well Mr. Jackson, did you enjoy your meal?” “Yes thank you.” I answer. “Dessert?” She suggests. “Not today.” I decide. She leans in close and suggests, “If you eat your drink Accent, you should swallow her whole. You’ll feel her struggle all the way to your stomach.” “I did that last time. It was a touch hard on my throat.” I point out. “Once you get used to doing it, you’ll enjoy swallowing at least one Accent whole per visit.” She tempts me to try. I pull the straw out of the cola. I look at the restraints about the Accent’s wrists and it’s just a twisted strip of paper. Ankles too, she is so helpless she couldn’t tear cola soaked straw paper. I, however, do it easily. She yelps in pain as I forcefully free her. She is pleading away in the foreign language as I raise her head first to my open mouth. Tammy is there watching eagerly, likely wanting to be encouraging. The Redhead Accent’s skin is cold on my tongue from soaking in the ice chilled cola for so long. She slips smoothly over my tongue, I can hear her screaming in terror from within my mouth. I feel her head and shoulders touch the back of my throat and tilt my head back to straighten the path. As I swallow hard I suck her shapely legs between my lips. Her little torso slips down my esophagus. I enjoy those long legs dancing their last dance along my lips. Kicking frantically along my tongue. And tickling my Uvula with her toes as they are pulled down into the darkness inside my torso. As empowering as that was, still rough on my throat. Tammy is right however. I feel that shapely body struggling against the downward pull of my esophagus. Wiggling and kicking every compact inch. Then the pressure of her mass escapes my chest into my stomach. I think I feel her flopping about among the pieces of the devoured sandwich and chewed fries. Likely splashing in the now belly heated soda she was just recently soaking in cold. “See, feel like some powerful other worldly being don’t you.” Tammy asks self assuredly. I clear my throat and take a sip of cola before I point out, “Still hard on my throat.” “It’ll get easier, I promise.” She assures me. “I’ll try to remember that. Not to rush you, but could I have my bill?” I ask while grabbing a fry to munch. “Oh, Ms. Lewis picked that up for you.” Tammy informs me. Now I have a new question, “Ms. Lewis?” “Yes. You know, from the board of owners.” Tammy states like the whole board was known to everyone once they entered the Café. Then seeing my confusion she realizes aloud, “Oh you never meet Ms. Lewis?” “No, I have no idea who she is. Is she still here?” I should at least thank her. Meals, even the cheaper ones, were pricey here. “No, she left shortly after you ordered. She just asked that your meal be placed on her tab. I thought maybe you were friends.” Tammy explained. Then cheekily asked, “Would you like dessert now?” “No, I shouldn’t push her hospitality.” I say, but I have a feeling from my first visit there are power dynamics challenges among the board and don’t want to put Jim in anyone’s debt. “OK, well take your time with your fries and if you change your mind let me know.” Tammy offers. “I will.” I say. Now I have to worry when I come here to eat that I could be used against Jim in some way. I’ll need him to explain who this Ms. Lewis is and what and who I should avoid. He said I would be a help for him if I take the job he offered me. Well, then I should take it to help my friend. I finish and start back to my current job. I call Jim, “Hello buddy.” he answers happily. “Hey, about that job you offered. Would me being there really help you out?” I go straight to the point. “Indubitably.” he replied. “OK, to help you out I’ll take it.” I informed him. “Yeah, just to help me out. Like the more pay and better health benefits weren’t an incentive.” He teases back. “I had lunch at the Café today.” I told him. “Oh, was everything good? Added to your collection?” He asks cheerfully. “Yeah, all good. Actually I ate all the Accents this time.” I start. “Oh cool, good for you.” He says clearly wanting to encourage me out of my comfort zone. “Yeah, one thing though. A Ms. Lewis paid for my meal.” I informed him. His tone is attempting to stay cheery but I can hear him questioning her motives, “Carol, really.” “Yeah, is that OK? Is that something I should avoid?” I let him know I was aware of the possible power struggle. “No, that’s” he started, but paused enough before saying, “Fine.” To make me worry. “Well if there are any problems let me know.” I told him. “Will do.” He lied, he’s worried about something. “Got to go, guess I have to get back to work and give my notice.” I said to him. He suggests, “Hey we should get together and celebrate you joining the chain.” “Sure, I’ll call you. Talk to you later.” I say. “Yep, talk to you soon.” He replied. Before I hang up. I guess I’m stepping into the secret tiny human serving Café business. Not something I had ever considered till recently. Hope I don’t end up on the menu.

I have added a new chapter to this story, here’s the link: https://shrunken-women-board.com/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?f=26&p=24718#p24718 Also a reminder: At my Buy Me A Coffee page, link below, I have started a members only story for Green Members and higher there. I have already posted five chapters for your entertainment. HH1

@nyx Yes! Thank you. And I would absolutely love that. I love your stories :3 They inspire me to keep at my own stuff

@tiny-ivy Thank you! They are so not my usual characters, it’s a fun change of pace. Thanks for the unintentional writing prompt. Just gotta finish it… I’m mostly over being sick, but my energy is still flagging pretty badly and now that I’m back at work I don’t have the brains for much else when I get home.

“YES! IN YOUR FACE!” “No fair, you picked the broken character! Anyone would win if they played, The Smith!” Morgan heard David argue with Lomasi, the two-foot-tall woman blowing raspberries at him in response to his protest. “Morgan, come in here and make your girlfriend play fair!” “Screw the both of you, I’m busy.” She yelled as she sat in her room reading. It had been a month since she and Lomasi decided to keep seeing each other. And her life had been a blissful dream. “I CAN AND WILL PUT YOU ON A SHELF, RUNT!” “YOU’LL HAVE TO CATCH ME FIRST!” Morgan’s reading was interrupted as Lomasi lept into her lap and wrapped her arms around her left one. Her brother followed shortly after. “Baby, protect me from that big brut!” The tiny woman said as she made herself look as helpless and sweet as she could. Something she often did when she was trying to get out of trouble. “No, surrender the tiny criminal or be made an accomplice!” David said, crossing his arms with a scowl on his face. Morgen took a deep breath, closed her book, then set it down gently. “What did she do, and what are your plans for punishing her?” “How dare you take his side!” Lomasi said as she pulled down on the larger ginger’s shoulder. “She cheated in that last match and refused to pick a different character. So, my plan to deal with discipline is to put her on top of the fridge in a time-out. Then, you can pick her up when it’s time for you two to head out to the movies. Now surrender the imp!” “And you two couldn’t, I don’t know, play an FPS instead? Last I checked, you can’t pick a broken character in those.” “It’s the principle! Now hand her over!” “My beloved would never surrender me to humiliation at your hands! Right baby!?” Morgan then made a wildly exaggerated thinking face, tapping her chin and humming. “Morgan, I will make you pay if you let him put me on top of the fridge,” Lomasi said with a serious face. “Oh, what to do, what to do?” Morgan said in a sing-song voice. “I indeed could never betray either my brother or my girlfriend. But on the other hand, you do look ever so adorable when you cross your arms and pout~. Your grumpy little face would make the most delightful background for my phone~!” Lomasi gave Morgan a death glare as the larger woman lightly pinched her cheek. David equally seemed unamused. “Ew, if you two are going to be lovey-dovey about it, then I have lost interest. I’m going to find something else to do while you love birds do what you do.” He then left the room, and Lomasi tried to get up to follow but was stopped by Morgan grabbing the small woman’s shoulders. “Oh no, you don’t.” The big ginger said, picking Lomasi up as she stood to her full height. “If you can’t leave me to my ready or play nice with David, I have no choice but to snuggle with you until it is time to go to the movies.” She then walked over to her bed, and laid down while holding her girlfriend close. “I am a grown woman. You can’t just pick me up and do what you want with me.” Lomasi said as she turned to face the big lesbian holding her, then proceeded to bury her face in said mini-giantess’s neck while snuggling. “You can not keep me imprisoned with your cuddliness!” “Well then, by all means, get up and storm off~.” Morgan giggled as she wrapped her arms around her lover, gently presser her little body against her own, but not with enough power to keep her down if she wanted to get up. “Oh, you white devil. I either assert my independence and deny myself snuggly goodness or let you think you can just pick me up whenever at the price of staying warm and comfy.” “Truly, I am an evil mastermind.” “Fuck you, Morgan,” Lomasi said with a giggle as she got comfortable against her lover’s giant body. … Morgan tried to park as close to Lomasi as possible. The theater they went to had the decency of having multi-sized parking, but it did me a long walk to the front door. “I’m telling you, it would be cheaper on gas if you let me drive you on dates,” Morgan said as she held the door open for her little lover. “Ya, but then you would have to install a car seat, and worse, I’d have to sit in it. And in full honesty, I would rather get strapped to the hood like a hunting trophy.” Morgan rolled her eyes as they got in line. “Give me a break. It’s not like I would make you sit in a prettiest pink princess seat. They do make ones for shrunk people like you-” Morgan froze in terror, and a bead of sweat began to form on the back of her neck as she saw who the cashier was. “Fuck!” “What is it, baby?” “The cashier is someone I knew in high school.” Lomasi looked to see who was making her beloved so nervous. The woman taking money was practically an amazon, tall, just slightly buff, and with a strong jawline. “I used to have a crush on her, but she bulled me relentlessly for liking girl stuff! I haven’t seen her since I transitioned.” Morgan’s grip on her girlfriend’s hand grew just a little bit stronger. “Do you think she will recognize me?” “Hey,” Lomasi said, giving Morgan a loving and comforting look. “It’s ok. Nothing bad is going to happen. We are going to get a ticket, grab a drink and some popcorn, then head to our seats. Ok?” “Ok.” Morgan tried not to remember the years of confusion and pain Jenifer had caused her. But, building up her courage, she was able to keep a calm face when she got to the front. “Two tickets for Love and War, please.” “Would you like anything while viewing?” The buff blond said. “A large popcorn, and um, what would you like to drink, Lo?” “Large orange drink, no ice, please.” “Ok, that will be seventeen dollars.” Morgan paid for everything, and someone else got it together and handed it to her before they walked into the numbered room. Lomasi seemed to have spotted a good seat, rushing to it, and standing next to it as Morgan sat down. Giving her girlfriend a shock as she hopped onto her lap. “Wha!? You could have warned me you wanted to sit there!” Lo then looked up at the flustered ginger with an impish grin on her face. “It’s what you get for picking me up without asking before. Now hand me the popcorn.” It was a very adorable scene, Morgan holding Lomasi in her lap while the more petite woman held the popcorn in hers. But as the small woman’s warmth was felt on her lap, Morgan’s body began reacting predictably. Lo began to notice the lump growing under her at the same time her girlfriend noticed her pants getting tighter. “You want me to get off of you, baby? I know you’re still a little uncomfortable with this stuff.” Morgan took a little longer than she meant to answer. “I… I’m comfortable if you are… Are you?” The two-foot terror responded by laying back against Morgan, her shoulders pressing against the larger woman’s breasts as the back of her head snuggled into the mini-giantesses lower neck. Flustering the big gay ginger to no end. “Very~.” “J-Just don’t wiggle around too much!” … “Well, that movie was trash,” Morgan said as she threw the empty cup and popcorn bucket away. “Tell me about it. They spend a third of the movie making the villain so sympathetic, and what, we are supposed to think, they deserve to die at the end? What is with films today where they either make them not sympathetic enough and redeem them or make them to sympathetic and punish them anyway!?” Lo fumed at the state of media entertainment when they both suddenly heard a faint scream. They turned to the source of the noise, and it was the concessions stand. “Caught ya, you rats!” Jenifer said as she picked up a medium-sized cup from the floor behind the counter. You wouldn’t be able to tell unless you were listening for it, but there were muffled voices in the cup. Morgan didn’t hesitate to get involved, marching over to the counter with a glare in her eyes. “What on earth is going on!?” Jenifer jumped a bit, clearly not seeing Morgan walk over. “Oh, nothing to worry about, ma’am. I just caught two little thieves in the act. They’ve been stealing hotdogs for a few months now.” The blond said as she tilted the cup to show her. There were two tiny women uncomfortably inside the cup, one looking about five inches and the other maybe a little more or less than three inches. “I just have to wait for my manager to finish his rounds so he can tell me how to deal with the vermin.” “Vermin!?” Morgan was turning red, her arms crossed as she continued. “Those are two helpless women! What, if you caught me stealing, would you tazz and tie me up to, deal with, later!?” “Look, ma’am, these two have been stealing from us for months. Living in the wall like common rats, and the company has a very strict policy for handling these situ-” “How much?” Morgan interrupted. “How much money’s worth of merchandise did they steal?” Jenifer took a minute to do the math in her head. “Eighty dollars.” “Fine then,” Morgan said while pulling her card out of her purse. “Ring it up, and hand me the cup.” Jenifer seemed hesitant at first but then did as she was asked. Handing the angry ginger both her card and the cup. “And that’s the last sent this theater will see from me!” Morgan said as she stomped outside, Lomasi following her. She then looked down into the cup. She tried to put on a friendly smile, but was still very pissed. “So, um, where is a good place to set you down at?” “The parking lot is fine.” The smaller of the two said. A short walk later, Morgan slowly sat the cup down on its side. Crouching down as far as she could go without sitting down, Lo just full-on sat down next to her, and they both got a better look at the tinies. They were both brunettes, both very fit. The five-inch one wore her hair short, and her clothes looked like they were primarily made out of bits of soda cans and plastic wrappers and what might have been rat fur, giving her a street fighter look. The three-inch woman looked much more distinct, missing her left arm, and a bandage of sorts over her right eye distracted from her other differences, like how she had her hair long and wore a less militant version of her companion’s outfit. “Holy fuck! What happened to you!?” Lomasi shouted, earning a smack on the back of the head from Morgan. “What, you never saw a disabled person before, you ableist fuck!?” The five-inch warrior woman said, getting between her friend and the two much larger women. “Relax, it’s not the first or last time people will react like that.” The one-armed woman said as she walked up to stand beside her friend. “Thanks for the save back there, my name is Lara, and my self-proclaimed bodyguard here is Bridget.” She then extended her hand, and Morgan moved her finger down and let her grab it to shake. “Any decent person would have done it. My name is Morgan, and this rude bitch is my girlfriend, Lomasi.” “Ya, sorry about that,” Lo said as she put on an awkward smile while waving. “I’ve just…” “Never seen anyone survive this much?” Lo’s embarrassed smile turned into a sade frown at Lara’s words. “Your fine, really. I get looks all the time.” “Can we ask what-” “No,” Lara said, cutting off Morgan sharply. “I’m grateful for what you did, but I would rather not relive past trauma for people I just met. Just know that decent people are a rear thing for folks like us to find.” There was an uncomfortable silence for a bit, before Lo broke it with a question. “You two have anywhere to go?” “Oh, you would love to know our hiding spots, wouldn’t you?” Bridget crossed her arms as she scowled at the two looming over her. “We aren’t as helpless as Bigs like to say we are on TV. You two have done enough, and it was nice to meet you.” “The pleasure was all ours, have a good night,” Morgan said as she got up and walked away with her girlfriend beside her. Turning back to see the two vanish down a drain. “I hope they make it.” “They will, especially the short one,” Lo said as she grabbed her Morgan’s hand and kissed it. “I’m very proud of you, by the way.” “Anyone with a soul would have done the same. I’m not some heroin or anything.” “Well, you’re my heroin~.” The more petite woman said as she grabbed onto Morgan’s leg, hugging her tightly. And she returned the affection with head rubs. “Meet you at the ice cream place~.” “Wouldn’t miss it for the world~.” The two then got into their respective cars and continued on their date.

@olo I knooow. But Rice was only doing what she’d asked him to do in the end. In the other ending, she was actually going to have to confront Finch first, and kill her. But Wesson was always going be done in by the big guy.