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Chapter 7: Shift in Atmosphere Hanz gazed longingly at the tank full of tinies as though perusing an all-you-can-eat buffet. It was rare Hanz got to look down at people. The 5’2” goth was pretty used to being shoved around even by high-schoolers in the area. He’d always wished he was a bit taller. Then the shifters arrive. They were everything he had always wished for. People who couldn’t look down on him. People who would respect and fear him. People he could use however he wanted. Ernest was a little put off by the whole thing. He knew Hanz was a kinky little bitch boy. Nobody would let him do half the shit Hanz let him do in just five minutes of knowing him. And it wasn’t like Ernest was all that gung-ho to protect the shifters either. He’d love the shifter problem to go away, and if Hanz is getting off while dealing with it, all the better. But something about keeping what was essentially a talking beetle to worship your dick just sat oddly with him. Ernest walked over to check on Hanz as he lifted Stephanie and Katie out of their new habitat. Hanz turned around and his smug, sadistic smirk turned to a needy, submissive gaze back at his roommate, trying once again not to just stare at the bulge stretching his underwear. Katie had become accustomed to the fact that her small stature would make the people of this world look much bigger. So she was legitimately shocked at exactly how big Ernest actually was. Hanz was only at eye level with Ernest’s chest. Ernest’s 6’4” height, his rippling muscles, and his confident demeanor couldn’t have contrasted more with the scrawny, short, effeminate roommate. As Hanz’s eyes drifted down once more, Hanz gave him a smug smirk. As weird as he thought Hanz’s interests were, he still knew exactly how to work up his short sub. “What’s the matter? Are my undergarments making you uncomfortable?” Hanz turned beet red and turned away completely. “No! I mean, yes! I mean… maybe a little?” “Oh, poor thing! Maybe I should just take these off then.” Ernest’s finger dug into the front of his underwear and he started slowly sliding them down his body. Hanz’s eyes transfixed on the sweaty muscle man’s crotch until finally, a thick rod emerged from within. Katie and Hanz both gazed in wonder at the sheer size of it. “Can I…” “Put the bugs back, and then we’ll see” “But can I just… It’ll feel really good, I promise!” Ernest didn’t really know what Hanz had in mind, but he was hardly prudish about trying new things. Besides, seeing his new roommate already weak in the knees made him want to do unspeakable things to him. “Fine, just this once.” Hanz’s eyes lit up like Christmas tree lights. Katie’s body lurched as Hanz brought her to his mouth. He placed the scared woman onto his tongue and snapped his jaw shut. Katie tried to kick and punch against the wall of teeth in front of her, but his captor’s tongue knocked her off balance over and over again. Each time, she would rush forward and try again to free herself. But in the dark and constantly disoriented by the shifting of the tongue, she soon found herself unable to distinguish forward from backwards. The light shone inside the dark, damp cave of Hanz’s mouth only for a short time, however, as something else entered his maw. But it was just enough light to see exactly what it was that would be joining her. After all, the glistening slit and surrounding bush had already burned itself into Katie’s mind. Hanz’s tongue scooped her up and pressed her into the warm, pulsing rod as it scoured it from top to bottom, dragging Katie along for the ride. Saliva filled Katie’s mouth and nose. Every time she could get them clear enough to breathe in, she would find herself smothered against the titanic cock above her. Katie tried to grab anything to free herself. A tooth, a uvula, anything that would help her free herself from the smothering presence of the cock and tongue. Her wish would unfortunately be granted. As she kicked and crawled at everything and anything her foot became jammed. Whatever her foot had caught, it quickly dragged her away from danger. Or at least that’s what she thought. As she finally sucked in air, she felt around and realized exactly where she was. Her foot had gotten wedged in Ernest’s foreskin. She pushed against the tip of the cock when her entire world lurched. For all Ernest’s skepticism, the blowjob wasn’t half bad. The light squirming against his cock in addition to the generous licks from his new fuckboy was already getting him hard faster than usual. Out of nowhere, he felt his foreskin get suddenly stimulated. The little shifter was simultaneously peeling at his foreskin, and massaging his tip with her tiny little hands. Ernest grabbed Hanz’s head and really started ramming him. He sat back down on the bed, dragging his newest friend with benefits with him. Hanz was practically in heaven. On the one hand, he had two tiny bitches at his mercy. One was being mercilessly battered against his lover’s cock by his tongue, and Stiffy was face first dragged against his own cock, licking and serving it like it was her god. On the other hand, the giant beefy hunk that had already taken him for all he had a few nights ago was now using him as little more than a human cocksleeve for his own enjoyment. His strong hands clamped the sides of his head as the behemoth’s thick dick penetrated his throat pussy. He could feel each thrust against his choker. It was the practically the perfect combination of overwhelming domination and obedient submission. Normally, when Hanz used Stiffy to jack off, he would gently massage her into his throbbing erection. He always took his time to really soak in the sheer humiliation of his shrunken toy. He would alternate between rough play and softer play to keep her alive to serve him another day. Today, though, he was relentlessly horny. As Hanz dutifully served Ernest’s erection, he gave no consideration at all to the tiny woman dutifully serving his own erection. The skin began to peel from her muscle. She couldn’t even scream as a wall of musky flesh smothered her. Katie slammed against the back of Hanz’s throat. She could see the gaping hole into the abyss of his stomach. She latched onto the side of Ernest’s cock and climbed forward along its side. She made it only half way along when she was once again swatted by the tongue. She was almost lapped up completely when a sudden surge of white liquid surged up from behind her. Ernest moaned as he reached climax. He emptied his balls right into the awaiting submissive’s mouth. “God, was getting this guy’s number a great idea”, he thought to himself. Hanz opened his mouth for him and showed him the stew of splooge inside. Floating in the ocean of white was the shifter that had been forced against his sensitive tip. Hanz looked up at him like a god judging his followers. “Should I shwollow, mashtew?” “No, spit that out. You can’t go around eating bugs you find off the ground. It’s not sanitary.” Thick white cream spills from Hanz’s mouth as Katie takes a goopy ride down the corner of his mouth, onto the front of his shirt as he sits in a heap on the ground. Ernest picks the small, cum-covered woman out of the growing stain on the front of his fuckmate’s shirt. He took her over to the bathroom to clean her off while Hanz assessed the damage on Stiffy. Stiffy was basically no more. What used to be a fully formed woman was now red goop splattered across his hand and cock. He was a bit disappointed that the toy he had been training for almost a month had broken in a moment of horny weakness. But he could get over it. After all, he had so many new toys now. Ernest put the stopper down in the sink. Once the water rose, he squirted some soap into the pool of water and placed Katie inside. The water was surprisingly comfy. Not too warm and not too cold. She was a bit surprised to have such nice accommodations, especially after what had happened. Katie scrubbed and scrubbed. She felt gross all over, but was at least glad to get this mess off of herself. It slowly began to wash away. Ernest looked down at the bathing shifter. He had to admit, the small one certainly knew how to make a person feel over the moon. Perhaps Hanz was onto something with this one. Besides, it was cute watching the little thing scrubbing the cum and spit out of her hair. Once Katie felt sufficiently clean, she tried to climb the side of the sink. Her wet feet couldn’t get any traction on the smooth sink walls. She slid backwards into the water again. Ernest gave her a soft smile and lifted her up onto a hand towel. Even the hand towel was too impractically large at her size to use properly, but using one of the corners, she tried her best. As she struggled lifting the heavy cloth, Katie felt the ground around her shake and rise into the air. As Ernest picked up the shifter and the towel, he curled the ends of the towel around her. Initially, she panicked as the walls closed in around her. But instead of crushing her, Ernest was shockingly gentle. Her world was surrounded in a blanket of warm fuzz, slowly and softly drying her from every angle. Ernest was careful not to hurt her. She shut her eyes and let the gentle movement around her carry her body. As Ernest unfolded the hand towel, the shifter lay down in his palm, seemingly fast asleep. Its eyes fluttered open and it blushed seeing him look at her. She tried to cover herself, which only caused Ernest to give a little chuckle. He went back to the main room and placed Katie back into the terrarium set up for her. Hannah ran over to hug her as Ernest walked away. They simply embraced each other, glad to be together again. Katie was exhausted from the experience she just endured. She slowly drifted off in the middle of the day to the feeling of Hannah’s arms around her, and the sound of Ernest giving Hanz another round.* Katie avoided a terrible fate this time, but will it last? Will the trio be able to navigate their new position as Hanz’s pets? And how has this changed the atmosphere around Ernest’s dormroom? Find out next time!

She was just starting to lose herself in her task, to feel like she was finally atoning for her previous oversight, when she heard Ashli’s voice again. Determined not to be distracted this time, Julia did her best to ignore the velvety assertive tone, but still the words pierced through her consciousness. “You’re so enthusiastic, Julia. But how can a pet as small as you truly please such a magnificent cock?” Julia felt the angle of Master’s shaft steepen as Ashli pulled it upward with a fingertip for emphasis. “You’re not sure it’s even possible, are you? Not when it’s larger than your entire body, so thick that you can’t even wrap your legs around it. You’ll have to work especially hard to please your Master.” Master was clearly aroused by Ashli’s words, and Julia felt him grow in her arms. He must have especially liked what she said, because Julia couldn’t remember him ballooning this swiftly in the past, so rapidly that her hands were sliding from his skin as she tried to retain her precarious grip. Julia cried out despondently as she realized that she couldn’t possibly hold on, that she would surely fall, making her failure plain for both of them to see. Then, suddenly, there was something underneath her, pushing her up, until she lay on top of Master’s throbbing pillar. She was so eager to resume her ministrations, to make up for the few seconds that she had been unable to pleasure him, that she didn’t even look to see what had helped her up. Julia straddled his enormous dick, and the feeling of his immeasurably powerful masculinity between her legs renewed a deep ache inside her. She wished that she could feel Master’s cock inside her, in the way that she could never have it at her size, wanted it so badly that it almost hurt. But she wanted this even more, to straddle his immense girth, to feel on a visceral level just how godlike he truly is, and to know that even though Master could be giving his cock to a woman his own size, he was choosing to give it to little Julia instead. Master was so good to her, and she quickened her efforts, ever eager to prove that she deserved such kindness. She scooted forward, squishing her soft little breasts against Master’s pulsating head, and wondered if he could feel her hardened nipples through his thick skin. Her small hands caressed as much of him as they could reach, and her shoulders were sore from the effort of trying to create enough sensation to please Master. Julia couldn’t rest though; she had to give Master her best possible effort. It was arduous and exhausting, but also exhilarating, and immensely satisfying. Her hands repeatedly sought out his veins, where she could most intensely feel his throbbing heartbeat, where she felt closest to her Master. Gradually, she fell into a sensual rhythm, becoming lost in an idyllic existence with only one purpose. As certain as the motions of the sun or the rise and fall of the tides, Julia knew that her small life could have no greater meaning than this. She could have spent eternity there, if not for Ashli. “You’re so adorable on your Master’s cock, little Julia.” As ever, Julia could hear the smug undercurrent in the giantess’s voice. “Pleasuring him seems like such a monumental task, doesn’t it? Your entire tiny body doesn’t even reach halfway across his head, but you can’t give up, can’t bear the thought of not giving your Master enough pleasure.” Julia burned to hear Ashli’s thoughtless amusement. Not everyone was lucky enough to be born at a size similar to Master. Someone like Ashli obviously didn’t appreciate her own good fortune in life, nor the fact that Julia made up for her small size with her unrelenting dedication. Julia was certain that Ashli never would have shown this kind of perseverance for anything in her entire life. Something shifted in the ground underneath Julia, but when she opened her eyes for a quick glance, she didn’t notice anything amiss. She could see Master’s finger and thumb behind her, the knuckle of each massive digit as long as Julia’s body, stabilizing his enormous shaft as its base. She probably had simply felt the reverberation from Master’s fingers contacting his colossal manhood with their powerful grip. With that brief mystery solved, Julia turned back to her duty, licking and kissing the ground as she used her entire body to caress a tiny fraction of Master’s cock. From the corner of her eye, Julia saw Ashli kneel down in front of her, until her massive lips were situated directly in front of Master’s cock, and her eyes loomed high above Julia. “Such a good little pet, Julia,” she cooed, the soft words carrying farther than seemed possible. “Now it’s time for your Master to cum. Make him cum for your goddess, and seal your position as his tiny slave.” Her goddess? Realization finally dawned in Julia’s mind – it made so much sense. Who else would be worthy to have Master’s cock, to truly have it, in the way that Julia could never possibly have it? She felt a sudden rush of guilt and shame at her earlier mistrust of her goddess, when Julia had somehow thought that she was simply Ashli, a mere rival of her own. Looking back, the thought seemed so ridiculous now, that someone as small and weak and … unworthy … as Julia could even dream that she was in any way comparable. Julia prostrated herself before the regal, titanic face. “My goddess! Please forgive me, I didn’t know!” Enormous hazel eyes sparkled above Julia as they regarded her with amusement, and a quiet chuckle washed breezily over her. “Oh, I like this, little Julia. We’ll talk about your … penance … later. But for now, you have a job to do.” Her goddess was right, of course. Julia turned her attention back to the pulsating hard ground beneath her, each insistent heartbeat like a fresh demand for her attention. She wasn’t sure why her goddess had waited for so long to reveal herself, but she must have had her reasons, and Julia was now determined to atone for her earlier misguided behavior. It was the least she could do, after treating this divine woman so suspiciously just minutes ago. But now, she would make up for it. Julia would bring Master to his orgasm, so that her goddess could taste him, as only she deserved to. And in doing so, Julia would prove that she was worthy to serve them. She knew that at her inconsequential size, she could never bring Master to orgasm through direct sensations. She was simply too small, too … insubstantial. Fortunately, she had additional tools at her disposal. She remembered the time, so long ago now, when she had known Master as simply Jason, before she knew his true stature. She remembered the things that he had liked, things that she had been reluctant to perform at the time. Julia rolled over onto her back, scooting forward until she could anchor her heels on the lip of Master’s head, and spread her knees apart, revealing her very center. Back then, Jason – Master – had asked her to talk dirty to him, had liked to watch her diddle herself. She hadn’t enjoyed it back then, but the thought of debasing herself for Master now sent a thrill through her body, stoking her heat as it settled in place between her legs. She ran a finger along the length of her minuscule slit, feeling the dripping wetness of her womanhood. No, her pussy. Her cunt. Master would want her to use dirty words. “Can you see my tiny cunt, Master?” Julia called up, hoping that her little voice carried far enough for him to hear. She spread her lips for him, inserted a finger into herself, then followed it with a second, feeling her hungry little tunnel stretch to accommodate them. “See the way I’m finger-fucking myself? I can’t help it, Master! Laying here, so tiny on your gigantic cock, it makes me so hot and so wet!” She was certain that Master would love this, and – even better – every word was true. She quickened her thrusts, partly for her own pleasure, but mostly so that Master could see her frantic arm movements as she frigged herself for him. “Oh, shit,” she heard Master rumble high above, and she knew that her efforts were having the desired effect. “Fuck, Julia, that’s so hot.” She felt the ground rhythmically shake in time with the strokes of Master’s hand on his gargantuan shaft. Julia always loved the feeling of accomplishment when she brought Master close to orgasm, the rush of pride that she would always get from knowing that even at her little size, she was capable of provoking such an enormous reaction. She stopped thrusting temporarily, sliding in a finger from her other hand and pulling in opposite directions. “Oh, Master! I’m gaping my tiny cunt for you, but I’m so small and tight that you can’t even see it!” She’d never done this before, had even had the temerity to refuse Master when he’d asked months ago. But now, exposing herself like this for Master, pushing herself to do things that she’d previously considered beneath her dignity – it simply added more fuel to the fires within her. Between the ground’s rhythmic rocking, she could feel it rise and stretch slightly under her, its heat intensifying, and she recognized the telltale swelling of Master’s dick, signaling to her that he was close to orgasm now. She only hoped that she could keep her own impending climax at bay; it would be so shameful if she couldn’t control herself enough to let Master come first. Julia turned back onto her stomach, then pulled her knees in underneath her hips, lowering her shoulders to the ground so that she could present Master with the best possible view of her little ass. She was still working at her dripping pussy with one hand, and she used the other to pull one cheek to the side, showing Master the part of her that she had so often forbidden him, in that long ago time. “Do you like my little ass?” she asked, circling a fingertip around the discolored dot at the bottom of her small crevice. “I want to play with it, just for you, Master!” Her thin little fingers were well-lubricated already, and as she began to push with her index finger, it easily slid inside, triggering a harsh gasp at the novel sensation. “Oh God, Master! It’s actually in my ass! It’s so … overwhelming!” Tiny fingers working at both her holes were driving her quickly insane, their dueling electric sensations radiating through her entire self. But she knew that she had to give more – her finger was only one knuckle deep in her backdoor – no, in her asshole – and Master would want her to take it deeper, to take it all. She pushed further, and her body convulsed, the intrusion more than she could withstand. But she continued, ignoring what her unworthy body signaled, crying out as she pushed deeper and intensified the electricity, until her last knuckle finally rested against her forbidden entrance. Master would love this. She imagined his cock – or at least, one just like it, but sized appropriately for her – filling her minuscule ass even more than this. The thought sent an arc of energy through her little loins, and she pulled her finger away from her tiny, needy clit as she struggled to contain herself. She couldn’t come yet, needed Master to cum first. “I wish this was you, Master! So deep in my tiny asshole!” She felt the ground rumble in time with Master’s loud roar, and knew that she had finally pushed him over the edge. There was no mistaking the powerful contractions of his colossal muscles as they pushed a firehose of fluid through the enormous shaft. Julia looked up, her cheek still pressed into Master’s skin, and watched as her goddess licked easily at the tip of his head, catching everything that he had to give, and somehow making the lewd act seem elegant and majestic. Julia was already well on her way over the brink, but the confluence of these two titans before her eyes transported her there instantly. Waves of pleasure radiated through her, deep and intense, making her exclaim into the taut skin of Master’s cock as her legs shook uncontrollably. Her newly-deflowered anus clamped with surprising strength around her finger, and she felt a trickle of fluid running asymmetrically, mostly down her left thigh. She gave up on trying to control her erratically-moving hips, and after a couple seconds she collapsed to one side, and simply lay there as the roiling tsunami engulfed her little body, far beneath the notice of her betters. Julia felt so contented, laying on her side in her post-orgasmic glow, feeling the occasional aftershocks of Master’s earthshaking orgasm. She saw movement in the corner of one eye, and looked up to see that her goddess still had her lips sandwiched around Master’s tip. Was he still cumming? She felt a rush of excitement. Julia had done her job well, right? Maybe she would be rewarded with some of Master’s cum. She rose to her knees, the question on her lips. But … she couldn’t ask it. It wasn’t her place to ask. Julia lowered her head meekly. If she was deemed to be deserving, then surely they would allow her to have some. But to ask for it … well, that was simply too presumptuous. When her goddess had finally had her fill, and her heavenly lips finally parted from the tip of Master’s manhood, Julia scrambled awkwardly forward, hoping that some of his sweet emission had been left behind for her. Julia’s spirits fell when her eyes scanned Master’s skin, finding that he had been licked completely clean. Then her goddess stood, wrapping her long, elegant fingers around his column behind Julia, squeezing him gently. Julia shivered slightly at the melodic sound of her goddess’ voice, far above. “Well? Is she a keeper?” The ground twitched slightly beneath Julia as he answered, his voice gravelly and resounding. “Fuck, babe. You’re the best.” Julia stifled a squeal when she noticed that the flexion of Master’s cock had squeezed out another small droplet of his seed, as if it was destined just for her. She leaned forward precariously, risking that she might slide off of him completely, then scooped up the droplet with one hand. The liquid was warm in her hand, and thick enough to stay together in a single glob as she drew it hungrily back to her. Julia scooted back hurriedly, sitting cross-legged on Master’s head as she finally tasted his cum, sucking a small portion of the droplet into her mouth. She closed her eyes as she savored the taste, swirling her tongue around the viscous fluid before swallowing it with an effort. There was something still in her mouth, left behind in the small amount of fluid that she hadn’t swallowed. It felt almost like short hairs in her mouth, but each strand was … moving. Wriggling. Julia gasped reflexively when she realized that she was actually feeling Master’s sperm, swimming relentlessly in their mindless quest to create new life. Renewed heat surged through Julia’s body, and she regarded the mass of white liquid in her hand with a new reverence. She felt an urgent need to have it all inside her, in the center of her femininity. She paused for a moment – was she really worthy of Master’s seed? – before her desperate desire pushed the question from her mind, and she lowered two fingers between her legs before pressing a small glob of his super-thick cum through her entrance, then fervently worked the fluid deeper into herself with short, rapid thrusts. She could feel them inside her, Master’s powerful sperm burrowing mercilessly through her tight little tunnel, destined to conquer her vulnerable womb. It was driving her wild, not just the feathery sensations traveling the entire length of her hot little pussy, but also the idea of Master unconsciously ravaging her. She was so puny and insignificant, so far beneath him, that he was plundering her tiny cunt without even realizing it. Her sweat-slicked hips thrust themselves into the air as she pressed more of Master’s precious fluid into her diminutive sex, moaning raggedly through her short gasps as the unnatural sensations within her multiplied. Julia was caught now, her miniature body trapped in an unending cycle of lust and pleasure. She turned over so that she could rub her microscopic clit on Master’s enormous cock, feeling the heat of his manhood along the entire length of her body even as she felt him invading her deepest and most private sanctum. Her movements were no longer in her own control, sliding and rubbing frantically on the rough ground. They became faster and more desperate, more urgent, quickening to a pace that Julia hadn’t through herself capable of, until finally her body locked rigidly in frozen tension, every muscle in her little body straining as her climax finally exploded through her every molecule. She lost awareness for a time, until there was a sense of falling … falling and rolling. When the movement ceased, Julia slowly pushed herself up onto one elbow, looking around dreamily. Maybe she was actually dreaming – she seemed to be laying in a transparent upside-down dome, its diameter maybe fifty percent larger than her height. Under the clear surface, she could see the tips of giant slender fingers, with a golden chain laced between them. She heard a sudden click to her right, and looked up to see that a second dome had snapped into place from above, enclosing her in a spherical glass shell. “What …?” Julia looked up to her goddess in confusion. “Shh, that’s enough for now,” her goddess replied soothingly. “If you’re a good little pet, I’ll even let you climb all over his cock again tonight.” She lifted the thin, lengthy chain, then fastened its two ends behind her neck, leaving Julia’s protective case suspended between her goddess’ perfectly-shaped breasts. Julia beamed. Her goddess must be especially pleased with her, to place Julia in such a privileged position, around her divine neck and so close to her heart. It strengthened her resolve to demonstrate that she could be worthy of such treatment. She would be the best little pet ever.

Chapter Five It was the most intense climax I had ever had. It felt as if Pet had seized me by the prostate and was squeezing every last drop out of me. As dire as Pet’s straits had been lodged between my ass cheeks and balls, she would have been in far greater peril between my surging cock and manic grip. I again wanted to relax in the afterglow, but Pet’s repose was less than secure, so I stayed slouched while I reached around my thigh and gathered her into my grip. I clasped her to my chest and kept my hand over her as she lay atop my pounding heart. She only moved to fill and empty her lungs, her fluttering breath tickling my skin. I simultaneously wanted to hold her tight and give her the room to stretch and breathe free. Both of us were sticky, and neither of us smelled fresh. “Let’s take a real bath, Pet,” I said. Not a word was spoken as I eased us into the warm, soapy water. I was quite content to watch Pet glide between my legs, pull herself up by my cock, and stretch herself out on my thigh. She knew she had been a good girl, and she only had to look into my face to be reassured. Dinner that night was beef and vegetables stir-fry with rice. I decided to have a beer, and Pet accepted a dropperful in her mug. Tomorrow I get her dining stuff, I resolved. Toward the end of the meal, after I had nearly finished my beer, Pet surprised me again. “Sir,” she asked, “what does it feel like to have someone in your mouth?” “Blissful,” I said without hesitation. “The world collapses until you are only aware of the sensations of the tiny person contained within you, totally at your mercy and open to your appetites.” I had no idea how long I had been waiting to tell that to someone. Pet considered this, and she didn’t move—not even reflexively—when I leaned down to bring my face close to her. “What does it feel like to be in someone’s mouth?” I asked recklessly. She tilted her head and gave me a stare I had never before seen from her at this size. She seemed to think that was sufficient response, but I didn’t know what to make of it. “C’mon, Pet,” I pressed. “It’s fucking terrifying, whaddaya think?!” she exploded. She was so agitated that I thought she only kept her seat as a way of suppressing the instinct to flee. “I got the impression that you liked it,” I said deliberately, trying not to provoke her further. “What else was I gonna do? Dude, I’m four inches tall and I have no idea how to get back to normal!” she cried. “My life is basically over.” She crumpled in on herself, sobbing. She’s as surprised by herself as I am, I thought. She knows she shouldn’t have asked me that first question, but her curiosity got the better of her and now we’re here, grieving her old life. Only way forward is through. I reached forward and she didn’t notice or react as I gathered her into my grip and brought her close. I tried to keep a soft but solemn expression as I lightly stroked her back with the tip of my middle finger. She continued sobbing, eventually burying her face between my thumb and forefinger, right where she had bitten me the day before. I was at a loss, and I dared not say anything just yet. It was going to take her more than a day to process this, and what she needed from me was consistency. Reliability. Practicality. I couldn’t put her to bed like that, so I simply waited until her sobs had subsided. She raised her head to look at me, and I saw it: a pleading in her eyes, an honest hope that I could provide an answer. “So start a new life,” I said, and put her to bed. I didn’t sleep well. My worries about Pet were scattered and intangible, so I ended up focusing on whether I really wanted to give her sharp utensils. I couldn’t come to a confident decision about that. Pet was more composed at breakfast; she was even forward enough to ask for sugar for her coffee. Without any premeditation, I added some sugar to my coffee, too, and for once I found the sweetness charming rather than cloying. “Sir,” she asked, “how did class go yesterday?” I did my best to conceal my frustration. I really didn’t want Pet dwelling on her old life, particularly something as pointless as a 100-level Poli Sci class. At the same time, her question expressed polite concern for the only other person in her new life. I dared not injure that. “Same ol’, same ol’, Pet,” I replied. “Do you want my help with the presentation, Sir?” It was, in fact, due in two weeks, and just that morning I had already gotten a text about it from Jeff. “You don’t have to worry about that stuff anymore, Pet,” I said as kindly as I could. She was clearly trying to find something in the future to focus on. “I have to go to work this afternoon, Pet,” I said, “but before that I’m going shopping. I’m gonna get you a new bed, chair, and table, all exactly your size.” She wasn’t expecting that, and it took her a few moments to say, “Thank you, Sir. Thank you.” It sounded sincere enough. High on my own generosity, I plunged ahead. “Howabout some books or magazines?” I offered. “Would you like some of those?” “My, my size?” she asked skeptically. “Of course, I can make anything your size.” “Uh, yes, yes Sir,” she said, gaining earnestness with each syllable. “Thank you, Sir.” “Any ones in particular?” “You choose for me, Sir.” I could hear the smile in her voice. It was an excellent note on which to end breakfast. My heart was light as I showered, dressed, and headed out. Work was as tedious as usual, but kept myself going by imagining Pet’s reactions to all the presents I had gotten for her. As a celebratory treat, I also picked up fresh ingredients for Chicken Parmigiano and a California red that I liked. I had left Pet with the same chunk of cheese for her lunch, and I hoped she hadn’t made herself too full for dinner. When I entered my kitchen, she was lying on Rosa’s too-small couch. You’re gonna love this, Pet, I thought. I set my satchel on the floor next to the kitchen table and sat down. I opened the satchel clasp and flipped the cover back, then turned to make sure Pet was watching. “Are you ready for your presents, Pet?” I fairly sang. Pet hadn’t moved from the couch, and I wondered if she had been more fatigued than I had realized. Even though the couch was beneath her scale, she really looked darling curled up on it. I think I’ll let her keep it. I brought my face right next to the plexiglass. “Yoo-hoo,” I called softly. I thought I would be disappointed when Pet opened her eyes and failed to be startled by my looming face, but instead I was relieved when she returned my smile. I’m glad to be home, too. The first item I presented Pet with was a new bed, queen-sized just right for my lilliputian Queen. No sooner had I placed it in the terrarium than she stretched herself out on it, just as I had envisioned in the department store. “Pull back the covers,” I said with anticipation. Pet promptly did so, running her hand across the fine sheet underneath. Also for the terrarium was a high-backed easy chair with arm rests for reading. For the kitchen table was a cushioned dining chair and table. Her plates, bowls, drinking glasses, and utensils had all come from a thrift store, all shrunken afterward. I had hesitated over the serrated steak knife, but in the end I had decided I would have to risk a little trust. The books and magazines required more inspiration. I resisted the urge to get her all the nerdy sci-fi I was overfamiliar with, but I did sample some well-regarded authors: Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman, Ursula LeGuin. I really had no clue what kind of magazines to get, beyond those with hi-res photos. I picked up issues of National Geographic, Vanity Fair, and Food & Wine. Pet accepted the books and magazines in the spirit intended, and while she perused them I set about getting dinner ready. The trick was starting the pasta first because it was more easily interruptible than the chicken. I opened the wine early, and we both had a sip or two before we were finally ready to sit at table. I didn’t shrink any stemware for Pet because she would be washing all her own dishes and I didn’t want her to have to worry about breaking it. I’m gonna need more eye-droppers, I thought. The chicken and sauce turned out perfect, and I was pleased to see Pet eating heartily. I poured myself another glass of wine, but Pet declined a refill. “Sir,” she asked, “Is this to be my new life?” I nodded with my mouth full, chewed, and swallowed. Pet rested her hands in her lap with a forlorn expression. “I’m just your pet,” she said softly. “Just your sex toy.” Finally, I thought. “Yes,” I said patiently, “you are my Pet. Mine and mine alone.” “Why me?” The question hung in the air while I fished a sliver of chicken out from between my gum and cheek with my tongue, scrutinizing her. Because your bountiful hair snared me with its sprays and scents. Because your round ass and thick thighs lured me with their tautness and texture. Because your wide cheeks and smile enchanted me with their audacity and openness. Because your bouncy breasts and belly seduced me with their curves and capacity. And because your deep eyes intrigued me with their awareness and appetites. “Because I wanted to take you,” I said finally, “and I had the power to do so.” I saw Pet open her mouth for the next question, but the warning in my eyes made her think better of asking it. I refilled her wine glass with the eye-dropper. She took a sip and looked around at the giant kitchen that had become her home. “How long do you plan to keep me, Sir?” she asked plaintively. “As long as you are happy here,” I replied sincerely, “which I hope is a very long time indeed.” I returned to my meal but watched Pet out of the corner of my eye. She picked up both her utensils—including the sharp knife—but she only paused a moment before cutting her chicken again and taking another bite. When we had both finished our dinner, I cleared and rinsed my dishes and filled a small wash basin to soak Pet’s dishes until she could get to them later. I then retrieved the small couch from the terrarium and set it on the kitchen table underneath the magnifier lamp. It was time for Pet’s final present. She remained seated at her dining table as I got up and went to my jacket to collect a small tub of coffee creamer from the pocket. The seal was slightly open from when I had emptied it before I left work. I sat back at the table and set the creamer tub next to the couch. I pulled the seal back all the way, removing it, then beckoned Pet to approach. I was pleased to see from her gait that she retained some curiosity about my acquisitions. The top of the tub only came up to her knees, so she knelt and peered down into it. Her head snapped back up, her eyes searching my face for affirmation or explanation. I smiled and nodded, and she looked back down and reached into the tub. When Pet withdrew her arm, her fist was clutching a fellow who had woken up that morning at least six feet tall but was now less than an eighth of an inch tall. I had been concerned that I would injure or kill him when I used the tweezers to pick him up from the restroom floor, particularly as he had been trying to evade me. Next time I should put my finger over the end of a straw and use the force of vacuum when collecting micros. Gazing through the magnifier, I saw the expression of amazement and delight spread across Pet’s face as she brought her toy close. She chuckled as the microscopic man struggled in vain to escape her grasp. “You wanted to know what it was like,” I said gently, trying not to intrude too much. Pet raised her face to me with an appraising expression I had never seen before. It was almost as if we were seeing each other for the first time. “What’s his name?” she asked. “I didn’t ask,” I said. “Why don’t you give him a name?” She smirked and looked at her toy. “He looks like a Dick,” she said. “‘Dick’ it is,” I proclaimed. “Hi, Dick!” she chirped at her toy, grinning irrepressibly. Dick’s struggles became even more animated. “Be quiet,” she said testily. Pet looked back to me. “What should I do with him?” she asked with a leer. “Do whatever you like,” I replied, “so long as I get to watch.” Pet turned her full attention to Dick. She sat on the couch and set him down in front of her. She folded her hands in her lap as he got to his feet. “You have been irreversibly shrunk,” she said with the imperiousness of a vice principal. “You will live out the rest of your days as my toy.” Dick’s protests were inaudible to me, but Pet cut them off. “Remove all your clothing now,” she said bluntly, “or I’ll break your neck.” I knew she could feel my scrutiny, but she kept her impassive eyes on her plaything as he undressed. When he was completely nude, she plucked him by one wrist and dangled him in front of her face. Dick’s legs flailed furiously as Pet’s mouth opened. Her tongue darted out and lapped between his legs, then returned to her palate for the savoring. Her face split into a triumphant grin, and my heart warmed with pride. Pet opened her jaws even wider, and I could see her shudder with excitement as she slowly brought Dick over her waiting maw. I couldn’t hear his screams, but it was clear Pet was enjoying them. Then she let go and he dropped into her mouth. She caught him with her teeth about his chest and back, and one of his arms was still free to press and pound on her upper jaw. I thought she might have bitten down when she smiled at his predicament, but I couldn’t see any blood. Pet shut her eyes and puckered her lips around Dick’s neck, and I could see her tongue pulsing in her throat. She took several deep inhalations as she savored his struggles between her lips, then she dutifully raised her face to my gaze. I wish she could have seen his wide terrified eyes as she sucked him entirely inside. From that point I could only discern what was happening with Dick from Pet’s expression and posture. She kept her eyes closed and lay back on the couch, and when she put one hand to her chest I thought she might have swallowed him. Her breathing was very shallow and her face was quite still. Her throat muscles, however, were still twitching and I concluded that her tongue must still be having its way with him. Finally, Pet tipped her head back and I saw the bulge of Dick’s passage down her throat. There was nothing to do or say, just breathe and imagine the sensation of Dick filling Pet’s stomach and meeting his doom. When I took Dick I had had no firm idea of what would happen to him, but in retrospect it seemed inevitable. Pet had disposed of him rather quickly, but I had surprised her and she hadn’t had time to contemplate anything more elaborate. Look at you. What must you be feeling right now? Her eyes were still shut, and her lips were tightly pursed. Her hand was still at her chest, fingers splayed wide. I had to hold her. Pet opened her eyes but did not otherwise react when I gathered her up in both hands and brought her close. I closed one thumb over her belly. I couldn’t detect any movement, but she smiled satisfactorily as she placed both hands on top of my thumb. “Well,” I asked, “how was it?” “I get it now,” she replied after a moment. “This is the way of things.” There was nothing to do but kiss her, right on the front of her head from the bridge of her nose to her crown. “Who was he?” she asked after I had brought her back under my gaze. “Just some rando, minding his own business,” I replied. “So an innocent person, then.” “I don’t know about ‘innocent’.” I might have taken him because he was tall and he looked like he took it for granted, but that didn’t matter to Pet. “He didn’t do anything wrong to me, if that’s what you mean.” “You just took him because you could.” “And because it pleased me to give him to you.” Pet looked up at me for several moments with an inscrutable expression. I felt judged, and I welcomed her judgment. I craved it, in fact. She let out a deep breath, and a rueful smile crept across her face. “I can see why you do it,” she admitted. I channeled my relief into a broad smile. As much as her sympathy meant to me, however, her happiness meant more. I started caressing her over her clothes with my thumb on her belly, making wider and wider circles until it was fondling her boobs and pressing on her crotch. My tongue stirred insistently. I sought one last affirmation from her, but I was in no position to request it. In the end, I let my eyes speak for me: You are mine to play with, and I will never let you go. Pet lay back in my hands and raised her arms until they rested above her head against my fingers. She relaxed her legs and let my molesting thumb nudge them apart. Her breathing was deep and even, and her heartbeat felt strong. Her lips were skewed enigmatically, but I had no doubt what her eyes were saying in reply to mine: I am yours. HERE ENDS VOLUME TWO Many, many thanks to @Taedis for her assistance with this story.

Lana shook and trembled while taped down on the desk. Max had just crushed eight women to death between his toes. He attempted to calm her down, but she was beside herself with fear. Max dumped the remaining five women from his pouch onto the desk alongside Lana. They all had heard the commotion outside and could only imagine the worst. Max couldn’t really blame them. After all, from their perspective, this must really feel like the end for them. They were all going to be sacrificed to help his friend adjust to the world she found herself in. He felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for his size and a reaffirmed resolve to save Lana from herself. “Now you five have a very important task. See my tiny friend taped to the desk? I need you to set a good example for her. So I expect you all to obey everything I tell you. If you don’t, the consequences will be severe. Do you understand?” One of the women panicked and made a dash for the edge of the desk. She was about to jump when she peered over the edge. The vertical drop was far more than she could handle. She hesitated for a single moment, but a moment was all it took. Max’s hand descended from above like a bolt of lightning and smashed her like a mosquito. Max looked at her, then wiped his hand on his shirt. It made his hand feel less icky, but it left a pretty noticeable stain. He would have to wash that out later. “That’s what happens to bad examples. If you value your lives, you’ll be good examples to our friend Lana from now on. If you understand, kneel.” Not one of the small survivors remained standing after that display. Soon not a single person among the four were standing upright, falling on their hands and knees hoping that their ordeal would end. Max was pretty relieved that they submitted so easily. It was clear Lana wasn’t taking these deaths well, so the smoother things went from here, the better. Looking over the remaining four women, he mulled over his decision for who to start the next lesson with. Looking over the group, he noticed one that was perfect for the demonstration. The woman in question had long brown hair, cute dimpled cheeks, and toned abs just like Lana. Her rear was round and bubbly, and her chest was about medium-ish. She was even about a centimeter taller than the others, so she would be easy to see. She was the perfect dummy to demonstrate the next lesson with. Snatching up the poor soul, Max lifted her between two of his fingers and held her above Lana and the rest of the group. “I think you’ll be helping me with my demonstration next. What’s your name?” “Sh-sheryll! My name is Sheryll. Please, don’t hurt me! I have money! I can give you whatever you want. Just please don’t…” “I’m not going to hurt you. Well, at least as long as you obey. Can you do that for me, Sheryll?” She nodded quickly. Every eye was on Max and Sheryll, unsure of what Max would do to the poor woman. They didn’t want to see, but couldn’t turn away. “Good. Only a short while ago, my friend La-la got into a bit of a tough situation. She was accosted by a guy at the bar. They got into a fight and La-la was almost killed. He would have squashed her if I hadn’t rescued her. So now we have to help Lana how to survive these sorts of scrapes. So Sheryll, I want to touch your body. Are you going to be a good example and let me, or are you going to be a bad example?” Sheryll started to cry, but she didn’t really have any other choice. She was already between his fingers and had nowhere to escape to. She tensed up. With no options left, she simply responded, “Do it.” Delighted how easily he managed to convince her to help, Max pinched the bottom of Sheryll’s shirt and peeled it over her head. His thumb kneaded at her breasts long enough to get the point across, but short enough, he hoped, to not cause too much discomfort to his new model. He made sure Lana got a really good look at exactly what was going on. She needed to know what she was in for. He figured it would be better for her to be prepared when this eventually happened to her someday. The terrified woman was whimpering in Max’s grasp, though he couldn’t hear it. Lana watched in horror as her best friend molested a woman in front of her eyes, and one that looked very similar to herself. The tape tugged the hair on her head as she tried to rip herself free, but couldn’t move an inch. Looking into the eyes of her captor’s victim, she saw just how defeated her stare truly was. It was the look of someone who had given up completely. Satisfied, Max placed Sheryll on the floor. “That’s enough now. Thank you for helping me with my demonstration. You can go now.” The worn-out, half-naked woman stared at the man who not but a few seconds ago violated her confused, so Max elaborated. “Go on. I’m sure you don’t want to stay around here. I don’t need you for anything else. You’ve already been a big help for somebody so small. Just head down the hall and when you get to the front of the house, use the doggy door to leave.” Sheryll didn’t need to be told twice. She bolted away before the giant could change his mind. Max turned back to the table and readied for the next lesson. Lana shook as he snatched up another woman to do god knows what to. This class was far from over.

Chapter 6: The End? Clint woke up with a clanging headache in the middle of a wooded area. The first thing he noticed was that he no longer seemed to be small. The second thing was that he seemed to be in the middle of the park near his house, tucked somewhat out of sight. He was certain that what he had experienced was real. There was no way all of his memories between being in the locker room and ending in the park would just disappear like that. The headache he received from hitting his head was still there. He stood up and realized he felt uncomfortable. Looking down, he realized he was still wearing the maid outfit! Everything was too bizarre for the baffled high school senior, so he made his way back home, trying not to be seen in the odd costume. As he scampered away, he puzzled over his situation. On the one hand, it seemed imperative that he let the authorities know what Adam had done. On the other, his story seemed outrageously far-fetched, and he knew that a cheap looking maid costume was hardly decisive evidence. Arriving back home before his parents, Clint went to his room and flopped onto the bed, comforted in the face that he was his normal size. He remembered the cruel torment Adam had put him through. How he had shrunk and crushed so many of his friends with a cruel grin on his face. The power he held over them and his willingness to use it to execute the tiny people with impunity. How he had even used his tormentees as cum rags until they broke. His superiority… Clint came to his senses, realizing he had spaced out. He then noticed that his hand was down the front of his skirt. He yanked it out, disgusted with himself. He threw off all the garments he was wearing, changing into something more comfortable. He knew he had to do something about the maid outfit. He didn’t want his parents to see it, but he wanted to keep it handy in case the trail of the murdered bullies ever traced back to Adam. He threw the maid outfit into the back of his closet hidden under a few old boxes. The next day, the beleaguered jock came into school in a hoodie and a pair of baggy sweatpants. News had already gotten around that a number of the school’s athletes had gone missing, along with the school’s coach. The police were on the search, but Clint knew that they wouldn’t find anything. After all, there was nothing to find except a few miniscule red splotches that a janitor had probably already cleaned up by now. During his first period class, Adam sat directly in front of Clint. On his way to his seat, Adam flashed the frightened classmate a satisfied smirk. Clint’s mind raced as he rushed to his seat. Looking down, it seems that Adam was wearing his own shoes instead of the ones he stole from Bruce and smothered him inside. But the feet that had done the smothering were still there, slid completely out of Adam’s sandals, playfully taunting Clint. They both knew what atrocities those feet were capable of. Clint spent the rest of the day on edge, watching out behind himself in case Adam ever decided to finish what he started. When the final period started and gym rolled around, Clint was the only person there. Most of that class had gone missing under mysterious circumstances, so it had been given to the few who remained as a free period. A couple of students had just gone home, but Clint wanted to look around the lockers to see if he could find anything to nail down Adam. As he searched, he noticed a rustling from inside the trash can. Could it possibly be… It was! Peeking inside the garbage bin, he spotted the shrunken form of his friend Zack. He was shivering from the cold and frightened for his life, but he still lived. Clint cupped his hands and lowered it into the trash can. Zach looked up and recognized Clint. Relieved, he stepped onto his palm. The poor scared tiny was relieved to have reunited with his friend at a time like this. “Oh thank god, it’s you! I can’t believe it. I thought for sure I was the last one left. Everybody else seemed to have been either smashed underfoot or taken out unaware by the cleaning staff. How did you manage to escape? And for that matter, how did you bring yourself back to normal?” “It’s a long story. For now, I’m going to put you in my hoodie pocket. Just stay quiet, and I’ll get you some help.” Zach went deep inside Clint’s pocket and snuggled up, warming himself after being naked in the trash all night. Clint knew well that Zach was the only hope he would ever have of bringing down Adam. He thought about all the people Adam had ended under his soles, in his mouth, in his grasp, and even against his cock. With this proof, it could all be made right. Zach hopped into his car with urgency. Clint stepped out of his car and made his way over to the house. This was it. This would be the final confrontation. He had to make sure he did this right. He walked directly up to the door and knocked. The man who answered gave him the cold glare, as if to convey disappointment in him. “Really? After everything you still haven’t learned? Are you going to try to beat me up and take my gun? That won’t work; I don’t keep the shrink ray at home. I would watch your back when you go to school tomorrow if I were you, because it looks like you’re in need of some more punishme…” Clint removed the shrunken man from his pocket. Adam realized that he must have missed somebody before. Realizing he could be caught, he tried to run away to collect his shrink ray, but the hoodie-sporting man grabbed him by the arm and wouldn’t let go. It was all over for him. He would be brought to the police and made to pay for his crimes. Clint brought the arm he was latched onto closer and pried the fist attached open, placing the small man inside. Zach and Adam were stunned, not sure what was going on, until Clint let go of Adam. He grabbed the bottom of the hoodie and pulled it over his head to show the maid outfit hiding beneath. Adam smiled as his fist closed around the last remaining shrunken pet. It seems he made a good choice in letting this one live after all. He guided Clint into his home, squeezing the life out of Zach as they made their way inside. FIN

Owen was no stranger to wet dreams. The ones he was used to were always so busy, noisy, and overly complicated. One of his most notable ones was a dream where he was the ringleader on a bank heist, and in order for the heist to work he had to disable the security system on the roof. Only, the security system on the roof was one of his old bosses who he had a crush on, and the only way to disable her was to deposit a load of ejaculate across her tits. This task was made all the more complicated by the fact that she was reading out the weather report with her mouth. He was just barely able to finish that time, waking up on that particular morning with a mess in his pants and the radio next to his bed blaring. This wet dream was completely different from that. For starters, this one wasn’t some sort of biophysical reaction to him abstaining from sex and masturbation for long periods of time, like the others. Being in the service industry, Thursdays were basically his Mondays. He’d be too tired and burnt out and busy over the weekend for much fun and relaxation, so took advantage of those last few hours alone during the previous night to for a slow, sensual and, rigorous session that had him opening up nearly a dozen tabs on his browser and later feeling that extraordinary level of shame and disgust that appears when closing that many tabs and throwing out that much tissue paper. There was no complex plot or cameo appearances from random figures in his life or low-level celebrities. There was no sense of urgency to finish up as soon as possible for the sake of some convoluted goal. The dream was as simple as can be. It was just him, alone in his apartment, lying back and being serviced by a little bitch at his cock. He wasn’t bothered by the pile of unanswered questions. There was no indication of when this dream started. There was no logic to why this little tiny anonymous figure was suddenly devoted to servicing him like this. Sure, fantasies of tiny women and all the things that could be done with them were not uncommon and something that Owen occasionally humored, but there wasn’t any reason why she couldn’t have just been full-sized and doing all the same things. He’d occasionally delved into what little porn existed of different-sized relationships, but it was more of a curiosity than a priority. There was no sense of immersion to it as the tinies were always handled as if they were made of glass, under the constant threat of litigation and punishment for mistreating shrunken actors and actresses. It was always an unreachable and unaffordable fantasy for many, especially for him. He had pride in the little place on earth he had managed to cultivate through his hard work, this sparse studio apartment, but knew and accepted that it would be many years of grinding or luck beyond measure that would enable him to have nice things. It was all the more reason for him to just slow down and try to savor this as much as possible. He stopped trying to analyze the situation and just closed his eyes in an attempt to concentrate as much on the sensations as possible. Each footstep, grab, squeeze, lick, and nibble was magnified. He inadvertently explored the curves of that compressed little body as they were pushed into and rubbed up and down his hard and sensitive shaft. There was a magical unpredictability in those movements of hers as she alternated between using those hands, legs, and mouth to tickle, tease, and bring upon his impending orgasm. As much as he wanted this moment to last forever, there was no slowing down or stopping the inevitable. Despite only being a few inches tall, the pure enthusiasm with which she threw herself into this task was beyond his powers of resistance. A peace came over Owen as he felt her wiggling and climbing her way up to the tip of his cock. The feelings that come with dreams were always transitory for him. No matter how deep or meaningful or exciting they were, all memory and meaning would eventually slip away. As he could feel that tongue of hers happily lapping up his precum and those hands secure their grip on him, that dread of it all fading away was absent. He knew he would always own this moment. No one could take it away from him. In the moment before he could feel himself erupt in an orgasmic finish, there was even the undeniable and strong feeling that he would always own her. He didn’t need to be told that the dream was over as he finally came. A full-body orgasm, something he’d only achieved a few times before with a partner and never by himself, overtook him as he remained still and basked in the feeling. After a few seconds of feeling his cock empty and deflate, he turned his head over to the side and gazed at the time on his alarm clock. In a feat of amazing timing, it was 8:59, one minute before he was set to wake up. He reached over his alarm clock and grabbed his phone, which he had purposefully left just on the other side of the alarm clock just before he went to bed. He had things set up to where the alarm clock would start up and turn on the morning radio, while his phone would play the standard alarm sound. The combination of both noises was tough to ignore and override in a deep sleep. As he turned on his phone screen to deactivate the alarm within it, the amount of notifications took him by surprise. There were 15 missed calls, and an uncountable number of messages that had popped up. Among them, he could see one from his current boss that read “WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?” and another that said “WE NEED TO TALK. DON’T IGNORE ME!” 9:00 struck, and the radio came to life. “Today’s going to be a big Friday! We’re going to be giving $500 to one of our lucky listeners within the next hour. But first, here’s the 9 o’clock news and weather…” The radio DJ trailed on. “What the fuck?” Owen exclaimed out loud. It would have been appropriate for this reaction to have been elicited by having apparently slept entirely through all of Thursday, but his attention was drawn elsewhere in that moment as he dropped his phone and looked down across his body at Sadie. She wasn’t the only one who just realized that the events that had transpired so far this morning weren’t merely a dream.

@2ndsolesurvivor Thanks!

@ders1401 Thank you! I’ll keep that in mind, especially since I have an ongoing I plan on regularly updating. Though I might just make a new one-shot for that. Currently not rping, since I’m a bit burned out for the time being, but it sounds like a fun idea. I wish you the best finding somebody to rp with.

After about ten minutes of searching, Alix finally found what he was looking for. The store was called Small Comforts. They sold products specially made for little folk, and as far as he knew, they were the only ones. The moment he walked in, Alix was greeted by a tiny woman on a desk. She was around a foot tall and wore a fine dress suit. “Hello, sir. Welcome to Small Comforts. What could I help you look for today?” “Well… Um… This is harder to say than I thought…” “Feel free to take your time, sir.” The nice little woman said in as kindly a way as she could. But Alix recognized the fake smile she had, the kind he constantly wore when he was in the service industry. “Well, Mis… I have recently found myself… Housing someone smaller than me. I don’t suppose that you guys have a starter set or anything?” “We, in fact, do have just that, sir. One moment and I will have an associate bring it up.” After she made a call on a very small phone, a regular-sized woman walked up with what looked like three gift baskets and the same number of pamphlets. “Please take your time looking over what is in each care package, don’t be intimidated by the price tag. Every care package has a lifetime guaranty or your money back.” Alix looked over the baskets, and he couldn’t help but be intimidated by the price. The cheapest one was almost a thousand dollars, and all it had was a toilet, shower, bed, and four sets of clothes! “I’m sorry, but would it be cheaper to buy all this stuff separately?” “Actually, sir, it would cost three times as much. And honesty, it’s a damn shame. Most caretakers don’t buy the right appliances because of how expensive it is. But I can tell you from personal experience, sir, the price is worth it.” Before Alix could even think, he felt Julia adjust herself in his shirt pocket. Then, remembering how he found her, he considered for a moment that no one ever bothered to buy her properly sized things before. He doubted that any of her last so-called caretakers even considered her needs, aside from what was necessary to keep her alive. “I’ll… Take the middle one.” “Splendid! That will be $1,567. You made an excellent choice, sir. That is our most highly rated products.” “Ya, ya.” Alix paid for the overly expensive basket of essential living products and started walking to his car, making sure not to wake Julia on his way home. … Julia was a little surprised to find herself in a pocket when she woke up. Usually, her owners liked to carry her around in the front of their underwear. But then she remembered how her new owner found her, how nice he at least pretended to be. She was still wondering why he was so kind before. Maybe he thought she would try to escape if he was too rough with her right away? Or perhaps he was just that nice to lure her into a false sense of security, so she would not resist being claimed by him? A thousand possible sinister motives for his gentle touch rushed through her head as she pocked it out of his shirt pocket. Her nose was the first sense that detected that he was in the middle of cooking. Looking down, she could see that he was frying up sliced chicken on the stove. The heat from the stovetop rolled up his body and washed over her’s pleasantly. “Oh, finally awake? Dinner will be done soon, but I think I can leave it alone long enough to show you something.” Alix said as he turned down the stove to simmer and walked off. Julia got a good look at his house during the walk. He seemed to be relatively well off, or at least more financially stable than any of her last owners. They then entered what looked like an office with a bed in the corner, a little counter next to it with an alarm clock, and what looked like a strange dollhouse. “I don’t know what conditions you’re used to being kept in, but I hope that this will be comfortable for you.” Just then, Julia realized, to her shock and utter bewilderment, that the strange dollhouse was for her. “Y-You got that… For me?” “Sure did. I’ll let you have a look around it while I finish up dinner, is it ok for me to set you down there?” She nodded, and in moments was lifted out of the pocket by Alix’s big strong, yet so far gentle hand. After she was sat down on the first floor of the dollhouse, she began her investigation of it. To call it a bizarre design choice was an understatement. It was four platforms, each one a little bit higher than the other, and the walls were nothing more than Chinese fans that even Julia could open or fold. The first floor was a sort of living room. It had a cellphone stand in front of a couch and coffee table, a few throw pillows, and some decorative rugs. Julia felt a little uneasy. She was used to seeing furniture being much bigger than her and seeing some her size made her feel off. That feeling of being out of place only got worse when she got to the second-floor kitchen, and she almost screamed when she found out the fridge and stove worked. As shocked as she was by the first and second floor, nothing could have prepared her for the third. Her bedroom was a little plain, primarily brown and gray, but what surprised Julia was that it existed at all. She hesitated to touch anything, not knowing what she was fearing, but that she was indeed afraid. Set up next to the bathroom was a large, but still her size, wardrobe. She hesitated to open it. The closest thing to clothes Julia had worn in years was a pair of mouse ears and a but plug with a mouse tail on the handle. When she did open it, she found clothes her size, and even when she held a dress in her own hands, she could hardly believe it was real. Julia tried on her new clothes, a mix of excitement and hesitation as she did. She tried on a few different sets of underwear, dresses, shirts, and pants, but she had spent too much of her life naked to be comfy in anything that covered too much skin. By the time Alix came back, Julia had settled on a green tube-top and short-shorts. She was so distracted by her reflection, mostly how odd she felt she looked dressed, to notice he was in the room until his shadow came over her. When she did, terror returned to her poor little heart as she quickly got onto her knees before him. “S-Sorry I didn’t ask your permission before getting dressed, Master! I J-Just-” “Hey, calm down. You don’t need my permission to wear clothes. Dinner is ready. Do you want me to bring you food to eat in your new house, or do you want to eat in my dining room?” “I-I… I would rather eat with you…” Julia walked over and sat down in her Master’s massive hand. She noticed the blush on his face as he looked over her outfit. She was used to being admired for how she looked, but didn’t know how to feel about him being more flustered by her with clothes than without them. They soon got to the table, Alix sat Julia down next to an itsy bitsy table with equally teeny tiny plate and silverware. She picked up and examined the her size fork. She usually just ate out of a thimble or got tossed onto the plate with the food and licked clean after the meal. As such, she had no idea how to use the silverware, making her feel somewhat awkward. “Careful, this is still hot.” Alix said as he dumped a regular spoon full of pasta onto her plate. It was chicken parmesan, and it looked like he made an effort to chop it up as fine as he could for her convenience. Somehow, this is what pushed her over the edge. Julia started crying, holding her face in her palms as she fell back into the tiny chair that was there for her. “Oh no, are you ok? Did I do something to upset you?” Alix said as he moved to loom over her, not in a menacing way, or at least he tried not to be. Julia moved her finger’s so that she could look up at the all to caring giant. “Why are you so nice to me? No one has ever been this nice to me! Why are you treating me like a person!? What are you getting out of this!?” The friendly giant face hovering above her contorted in confusion, and maybe a little sadness. “What?.. I’m sorry but… Your sad that I’m being nice to you?” “I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU ARE!?!?!? I have been nothing but a toy from the day I shrunk, and have been treated as such! Why are you different!? Are you different!? Is this just some sick game to make me think you’re nice until you pull the rug out from under me!? THEN JUST DO IT ALREADY!!!” Julia couldn’t remember the last time she ever yelled back to one of her owners. She knew that if this was all an act, she was going to be put through hell for her outburst. But right now, she didn’t give a fuck. The giant didn’t really know how to respond to Julia’s accusations. Sitting back in his chair and thinking. “I’m sorry that… I’m sorry that you were forced to live like that. I have no idea how much you had to suffer to think of yourself as only a toy to be used and abused. But things are different now, and I promise that no one will ever hurt you like that again.” Julia looked at Alix with shock and awe. She had no idea why he was doing this, no idea if he was just manipulating her. But just the idea that he was honest was too much for her little heart to take. If big people could have been this kind the whole time, then why weren’t they? Why did every giant she fell into the clutches of untile now chose to hurt her when they could have been nice? Why was she forced to be a toy if she was a person all along? The questions rushed through her mind over and over, as she curled up onto the table and wept. Soon the warmth of Alix’s hand engulfed her, but he didn’t pick her up, this was as close to a hug as he could think of to give. Julia embraced the kind of hug, the last time anyone ever touched her this gently was right before she was taken from her parents. “We can eat later. I think you need some time alone.” Alix said as he picked up the little woman and carried her to her new bed. Placing her down onto it as gently as he could. “There is a bell right over in that corner, you can ring it if you ne-” “Why are you being so kind to me?” “Well… I don’t see you as a toy. You are a person who was forced to suffer like no one ever should. And I know you might not believe me, but I have no intention of hurting you like that.” “But I’m not a-” “Yes, you are. I don’t care what some monster told you, but you are a human woman. And you deserve to be treated like it.” Alix’s voice became sterner than before. Not in a scary way, but with more authority than he may have intended. The commanding tone of his voice strangely comforted Julia. He still spoke as a friend but sounded like a Master. “I… Thank you, Alix… I’m sorry for my outburst…” “It’s fine… Actually, there is nothing fine about how you were treated before. But I hope to make your time in my care mare pleasant. I will be cleaning up downstairs. Ring the bell if you need me.” Julia nodded to her kind owner before he walked off. She was still confused by him, and the fact that he made her reconsider her place in the universe was troubling. But he was her new owner, and if this was how she was to be treated, then this is how it will happen. She curled up in her new blanket and tried not to think about anything. Dossing off as she compared the blanket’s warmth to the tenderness of the sudo hug Alix gave her before. As she drifted to sleep, she kinda hoped that he might do that again soon. (Hello everyone, this is your one true king, MRGOBLINKING7!!! This was supposed to be a one-off story, but someone wanted more, and I’m a people pleaser. Hope this wasint to horrible a continuation. And have a wonderful life, my little goblins!)

@olo Thank you for the feedback! I was wanting this to be nice, short focused and self contained while still conveying some history between them. I’ll keep in mind what you said about past tense. It’s something I’ve never really considered before

@the-big-g Maybe someday. I’m going to be working on some other projects, but I hope to come back to this one.

I had wondered how Taylor would taste when I finally had her on my tongue. Although she had been thoroughly rinsed in my glass, I thought that she still tasted slightly salty. I left her in darkness at first, as I experimentally moved her around. I first pressed her gently against the roof of my mouth, noticing that she was crouched or kneeling, in a position where her hands came into contact with my palate before her body. Then I moved my tongue laterally, using my top teeth to push her around on the surface of my tongue. I tried to move her around slowly, knowing that every movement would be hugely magnified for Taylor. Or at least, I knew it on an intellectual level. But it was surprisingly hard to keep my tongue movements smooth and slow. It was a little frightening; all it would take was one quick flick of the tongue, and I could do irrevocable damage. Slowly and carefully, I moved her to the tip of my tongue, surprised and pleased by the way that my saliva held her affixed there. Then, a bit more firmly than before, I pressed her against the inside of my cheek. Given the pliability of my cheek, I was less concerned about injuring her there. I moved her around for a while, enjoying the feel of her trapped between my cheek and tongue. I couldn’t prevent a small smile as I realized that my cheek was thicker than Taylor’s entire body. After fifteen or twenty seconds, I pulled her back to the center of my mouth. I wasn’t sure how easy it would be for Taylor to breathe when she was pressed against my cheek, and I didn’t want to accidentally take it too far. I suddenly realized that she’d spent this entire time in complete darkness, and I opened my lips a fraction of an inch so that she could have some light to see by. I wasn’t quite sure what else I wanted to do with Taylor now, so I just tried a few random things as they popped into my head. I cuurled the side edges of my tongue upward, and felt her move in response. It felt like she was sitting with her legs flat on my tongue, and I could feel a tiny hand grip each edge of my tongue as I held her in a little Taylor burrito. Then I let my tongue flatten back out, and pressed her against the roof of my mouth, trying to maximize the contact surface area. I opened my mouth wider, pressing the tip of my tongue against the back of my bottom teeth as I pushed my tongue forward until it was nearly vertical, forming a little wall at the front of my mouth with her adhered to it by my saliva. I held a hand below my mouth, ready to catch Taylor if she fell, but it turned out not to be necessary. I held her there for a few seconds, wishing that I had a mirror to see her stuck there, and chuckled softly as I pictured it. Taylor squeaked a couple times in response to my chuckle, and I brought her back into my mouth, worried that I’d laugh more violently and dislodge her. At this point, I figured that I had played with Taylor almost long enough, but there was one last thing that I wanted to do. I opened the refrigerator door, then grabbed a green seedless grape from inside and quickly popped it into my mouth. I rolled it around for a few seconds, making sure that it pushed its way over Taylor several times, then stopped as I realized that the small fruit was probably more massive than her entire body. I chided myself; it had been far too easy for me to disregard Taylor’s safety without realizing it. Moving more slowly now, I rolled the grape over to the premolars on one side of my mouth. Then I made sure that Taylor was safely in the middle of my tongue before biting down forcefully, bursting the fruit and spraying its juices all over my powerless girlfriend. I savored her for another thirty seconds or so, sucking the combination of fruit and girl all around my mouth, letting her marinate in its juice for a while before I finally decided that I had played with her for long enough. Several more ideas involving various food items had leapt into my head, but I could save those for another time. I reached to my mouth with a forefinger, then held Taylor in place with my lips as I slowly withdrew my tongue, depositing her carefully onto my fingertip. I brought my finger out to a few inches in front of my face, surprised all over again by just how incredibly tiny she had become – the first knuckle of my finger was roughly the size of a beach towel in comparison to her. She sat up, looking at me and around herself, apparently wondering what I had in store for her next. I raised my other hand to where she could see it, turning my open palm toward her in a gesture that I hoped would convey that it was time for her to do something now. She didn’t disappoint, leaning backwards and bringing her hands to her body. I was surprised that she didn’t want to take a few moments to recover from her experience, but she seemed to be fine, and I felt a wave of relief at the fact that she seemed to be enjoying it all. As usual, Taylor’s hands went to her breasts first, starting on her ribs and smoothly sliding upwards to arc around the tiny pliant bumps, then smooshing them together. She looked down at herself and touched the tiny dots of her nipples, then arched her body enticingly. She must have been highly aroused already, because it was only a short time before one of her hands diverged down her stomach, passing next to the hardly-visible dimple of her navel. It slid tantalizingly downward toward her tiny honeypot, then stopped when Taylor squeezed her legs together, raising her head as she looked up at me. She extended her arms together, straight out in front of her, then spread them wide, angling outward with her hands. I responded with a small shrug, and Taylor pointed at me before she tapped on her knees with her hands, then repeated the same gesture. I blinked in surprise; I thought I knew what she was asking me for, but I wasn’t quite sure how to do that at her size. I first tried pinching two fingers together, but as I approached her, I could see that they were far too large for what I was trying to do. Instead, I used my thumb to press both of her legs sideways down onto my fingertip, then carefully slid a fingernail from my other forefinger in between her knees. Once that was done, I gently pulled, using my thumb to keep her bottom leg pinned as I forcibly spread her legs apart. It looked like she might have tried to resist, but if she did, I honestly couldn’t feel it at all. But as soon as her legs had parted enough for me to view in between them, Taylor’s hand slid down to her little valley, and I could barely see her eyes close as she bent her fingers to their most alluring purpose. Even from just a few inches away, I could hardly hear her tiny, squeaky moans as she began to work on her microscopic little clit. I let her pinned leg go free, and she lay backward, one hand moving out to her side to trace along the ridges of my fingerprint while the other inflamed the minuscule center of her being. But her new little show didn’t last long, either. After maybe twenty seconds of her steamy, licentious exhibitionism, she rose to her knees, looking toward me again as she pointed downward at an angle. It took me a second to figure out what she wanted, and once I had, I pointed toward my crotch in response. “Is this what you want?” She gave several exaggerated nods, and I grinned anticipatorily. “All right.” I worked awkwardly at my pants button with my free hand for a few seconds before I managed to unfasten it. Then I eagerly worked them and my boxers downward around my thighs, at which point they dropped to the floor, leaving me naked from the waist down. I slowly moved my fingertip down to transfer Taylor to her destination, careful to keep her journey smooth and cautious. I brought my fingertip into contact with my shaft, and she jumped the tiny gap between them, then walked to the middle of the stiffening column. Even though she was only a couple feet farther away now, she was much harder to see from this distance. She looked around for a while, then up at me, her body language suggesting wonderment, before kneeling down and leaning forward to run her hands along my tautening skin. She continued moving forward, until she lay flat with one ear pressed to my organ, listening as my blood rushed to her. She lay there for a time, listening and caressing, with the occasional subtle change in contact at her head – kisses or licks or nibbles, I couldn’t even tell which they were. Then she pushed herself up to her knees and looked upward for a few seconds, her face unreadable from this distance, before she rose to her feet. For a moment, she looked over her shoulder toward my head, then walked slowly to me, slowing further as she approached, reaching out with her hand to test a curl of hair. Seemingly satisfied, she closed the remaining distance, her hands drawn back to her own body as she wriggled herself into my thick, trimmed hair. I leaned forward for a better perspective, watching as Taylor drew my curls around her body, her impossibly precise fingers working furiously at herself as she did so. She twisted thick strands around the centers of her pert breasts, brushed them against her delicate little neck, and caressed them against her stomach down to the tiny pink speck between her thighs, working herself into a diminutive frenzy. She bent forward, propping one hand on her knee for support, lightly tugging on my hair as she worked at it between her legs. Her motions quickened, and her skin visibly flushed, clearly indicating her rising tension, until finally, with a barely-audible squeak of delight, she collapsed forward, her tiny body wracked by a violent explosion that I couldn’t even feel. I smiled at the incongruity of it – somehow both overwhelming and imperceptible at the same time. As Taylor recovered from her infinitesimal climax, I decided that this was as good a place to end the scenario as any, and I walked back to the bedroom. By the time I had reached the control console, she had risen to a kneeling position, looking vaguely upward at me. Her dial was already turned to her normal doll size, so I simply pressed her button, and Taylor raised a hand to her head against the onset of dizziness. While she was returning to her normal size, I lifted her carefully in my hand, then transferred her into the crook of one arm. I cradled her against my torso, then stroked her hair a few times, trying to make her comfortable after her experience. After her transition ended, I waited through ten seconds or so of silence before prompting her. “Well? Was it fun?” I asked softly. During our conversation about fantasies, Taylor had told me that she liked the idea of vore, so I had assumed that she’d enjoy a little mouthplay. Since she had also strongly implied during our conversations that she wanted me to surprise her more often, I hadn’t asked her about this beforehand, and I hadn’t been entirely sure how she would react to it. So it had been a relief when she’d begun to touch herself immediately afterward, and I took that as a sign that she had enjoyed the diversion. She looked up at me, with eyes that seemed a bit unfocused, then looked off toward the wall and nodded. When she responded, her words were slow and thick. “It was … intense – really intense – but yeah.” She paused. “I didn’t think you’d … want to do mouth stuff.” I shrugged and gave her a small smile. “It’s not really my thing, but I thought you’d like it.” But my smile evaporated when I felt Taylor begin to tremble. “You okay?” “Can I … have a blanket?” She curled up into a fetal position and turned away from me, nuzzling her head into the crook of my elbow. I stepped to her dollhouse and opened the roof to fetch one of her blankets, draping it over her small body and carefully tucking it around her. But something was wrong. Taylor’s breathing had become shallow and rapid, and her trembling was now more severe. And for me to feel the difference, it must have been much more severe. My mild concern was replaced by an increasing worry. “Taylor?” She responded with only a small grunt and a slight shift of her legs. Her shaking didn’t seem to be getting worse any more, but it wasn’t decreasing, either. Was she going into shock? I searched my memory for the symptoms. I had learned them, along with immediate treatment, during a first aid class in college, but that had been about a decade ago. Shock was about reduced blood flow, right? Feeling cold would be consistent with that, and I remembered rapid breathing as a symptom, as well. She didn’t feel clammy, and I hadn’t seen any gray or blue discoloration of her skin, which was probably a good sign. I didn’t remember whether tremors were a symptom or not, but it seemed like they could be one. I felt a tremendous, suffocating guilt settle into my chest. I’d finally taken it too far. I had tried to get as close as I reasonably could to her fantasy, hoping to balance the novelty and edginess with her safety and comfort. But I’d clearly misjudged the line, and now Taylor was paying for my mistake. My poor, precious little Taylor. I looked down at her again, quivering as she lay huddled in my arm under her blanket, and blinked back tears that had begun to flood my eyes. How could I have been so careless? How could she ever trust me after this? I wouldn’t even be able to trust myself. I reached down to stroke her hair one more time. “Oh God, Taylor. I’m so sorry.” I barely managed to choke back a sob, then admonished myself – Taylor needed my help right now, and I needed to pull myself together, for her sake. I looked away as I tried to shake off the emotional paralysis, thinking frantically about what to do in this situation. I forced down my rising panic with an effort, taking a deep breath to steady myself. If I couldn’t remember what to do, then I should call 911, and someone trained in dealing with emergency situations could walk me through it. I pressed my hand to my hip to check my pocket before I realized that my pants were still on the kitchen floor. I took a few steps toward the kitchen, then belatedly remembered that I had put my phone on the charger while I was getting ready for bed. I hurried to the other side of the bed, where it lay on the nightstand, then struggled to unplug the charging cable with my own trembling hand. I slammed my palm on the nightstand in frustration. Fuck! The one time that Taylor truly needed me, and I was this useless? I decided not to bother with unplugging it for now. I wiped new tears from my eyes to clear my vision, then quickly unlocked the phone. On the second try, I managed to open the telephone app, and began to dial 911. At the sound of the dialed numbers, Taylor stirred slowly, pulling my attention momentarily away. In my arm, she turned toward me, and I realized that she wasn’t shaking anymore. The shaking hadn’t receded, it had just … stopped. Taylor opened her eyes, her piercingly clear eyes, and pointed at me with a tiny finger. “Ha! Got you, asshole!” Her lips turned upward in a devious grin. “Taylor?” My immediate reaction was one of vast relief. Taylor was okay! But that was mixed nearly immediately with bewilderment, before they were both smothered by a wave of anger. “You … wha … are you kidding me?” Taylor seemed inordinately pleased with herself. “Well, you toyed with me, so I thought I’d just return the favor.” If she had been at her full size, I might very well have strangled her at that moment. With a supreme effort, I fought down my anger, trying to restore that initial feeling of relief, but I was only partially successful. At least I managed to keep my voice under control, sounding more exasperated than angry. “I was worried about you! Jesus, Taylor, I was calling 911!” “Whatever,” she replied smugly. “You’re just butthurt that I got you so good. Besides,” she said as she curled back up, “it wasn’t entirely fake.” That brought me up short, and my annoyance dissipated. Mostly. But after what she’d just done, I wasn’t sure if she was telling me the truth or not. I took a deliberate breath and forcibly uncurled my fist. “What do you mean?” Taylor closed her eyes again as she spoke. “Well, when I first started to shake, that was real. I just exaggerated after that.” Since announcing her triumph, her words had slowed again, and she now sounded like she was ready to go to sleep. “And it was really intense. I think I need a bit to recover.” I sighed inwardly. I still wanted to talk about what she’d done, but decided that it could wait. It was probably better for emotions to settle down first, anyway. Looking at Taylor snuggled up so adorably, I wondered for a moment how I ever could have been angry at her. “Do you need anything?” I felt Taylor shake her diminutive head. “Just … hold me here,” she replied absently. “Well, maybe another blanket. And some Billie Eilish.” I smiled privately as I busied myself with her requests. “Oh, and toothbrush … on top of fridge.” I looked at her blankly, not quite sure how to respond. How had she done that?

@sallyfourth awesome cover art!