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!

@mrgoblinging7 This is nice, I hope she’s only scaring the tiny one.

@the-big-g Love it!

I just came across this and I think it’s great! It’s pretty immersive and hits the right spots for me. Do you plan on updating this further?

In any case, you’ve inspired me to try out this Quest thing. Reminds me of what people make on writing.com interactives, but has so much more potential to it.

For now I’ll go try and find all the possible deaths :S you’re pretty creative with those!

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.

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

Hey. Sorry. Had to post this in two parts. This is another one-shot following the same world as Micro Workplace Fatality: Maid
(Should I shorten future titles to MWF? Maybe.)

Another unaware story, as I enjoy them. This one does have some aware by the ending, as well as M/m, even though I am mostly a fan of M/f!

I really hope you enjoy the worldbuilding, the story, and well, the fatalities, even if, some people, do survive. Thanks for reading, any feedback is welcome.

@phoenix09 Now I can’t unsee that, LOL!

@2ndsolesurvivor Pretty good.

@phoenix09 Thanks! That drip is indeed what sells this one. :penispolly: