Gerald sat the roof down on the road with a clatter. It hit the ground so hard some of the shingles slid out of place. Not calling to have that taken care of would be a violation, but Angie figured Gerald would have that taken care of later, as it was his fault for removing the roof. Either way, she decided that it would be best for her chances of success to not bring that up just yet.

“Let’s see, what do we have inside? What do we have here?”

Without warning, Gerald picked Angie up and lifted her up to the second floor so quickly Angie almost got sick. Putting her down in the guest bedroom, he pointed at the wall.

“You’ve used Sapphire Blue to paint the walls in here. That’s not allowed under the terms of your lease. Your wall is either supposed to be Sky Blue or Teal if you wanted to paint it blue.”

“Wait, this has to be a mistake! I’m certain I didn’t color the guestroom the wrong color! You must have gotten the colors mixed up!”

Gerald opened up his briefcase and pulled a color sample sheet from inside. Holding the sheet to the wall, it became clear that the color was slightly off. Defeated, Angie realized she wasn’t going to get out of this mess without a fine. She was about to promise to get the color fixed and ask for leniency, when the word “appalling” escaped Gerald’s mouth. His hand gripped one of the walls tightly enough that cracks started to appear along the top. Startled, Angie dashed out of the room as the house shook. She turned around to see Gerald had ripped a huge section of the wall out of the guest bedroom.

Angie was crestfallen. Not only was she failing the inspection, but Gerald was now ripping her home apart. It took everything in her not to burst into tears on the spot.

“Wait, stop! I can just repaint the walls! Just give me a little time! You can’t destroy my home! Where will I go!?!”

Gerald stopped for a second and reached into his carrying case and pulled out a set of keys. Even in normal sized hands, the keys would have looked a bit on the small side. In Gerald’s humongous grip it almost looked comical. He handed the keys to Angie.

“I’ve already planned some accommodations for you. After all, a lady as lovely and beautiful as you shouldn’t have to live in a house this squalid. It’s going to be that large house on the other side of the swimming area. It may be a little large, but I’ve personally seen to it that it’s up to code for tiny residents. The second floor even has a wonderful view of the swimming pool. I know you always love watching me swim in the afternoon. You don’t need to hide it! You’ve never been terribly good at hiding it anyway. Who knows? Maybe if you’re a good guest during your stay at my abode, you’ll get to see something a little more than you get to see at the pool.”

Angie just stared at the keys dumbfounded. She had played out how this inspection would turn out in her head countless times, but never had she considered that she might be invited to live with Gerald. She looked up at Gerald, watching his powerful muscles rip up wall after wall as though it was just putty.

“How long will I be staying with you?”

“It could be a while. After all, look at that stain in the carpet! What if that water damage compromised the structural integrity of the floor?”

There was indeed a water damage stain in the middle of the 2nd floor foyer from a leak in the ceiling from a huge storm. Angie had no luck in removing it no matter what she tried, but given that it wasn’t near any windows, she figured Gerald wouldn’t notice, not realizing he would remove the roof.

Gerald pressed down on the stain with his index finger. The floor creaked under the strain. He put a little of his weight into it and poked right through. He started plowing his finger through the second floor, tearing at it to reveal the first floor. Angie’s mind could barely process what was going on. She wanted to say something to Gerald, but the only words that came out of her mouth were “the roof”. Gerald turned around.

“The roof. Some of the shingles are missing. That should have been reported to the HOA, but it wasn’t”

Gerald smiled. He turned so his body faced the roof sitting beside him. His foot winded behind him. His foot hung in the air, dramatically enough that Angie couldn’t look away. When Gerald knew his spectator was watching, his foot swung forward with all his might. The wood splintered, the shingles shattered into dust, and the entire roof went soaring into the air, landing in a heap five houses down.

Angie couldn’t believe what she had just said. She couldn’t believe what Gerald had just done. And she couldn’t believe the goofy grin spreading across her face. “My new sound system as well. I haven’t been playing it at full volume, but if I did, I’m sure I’d get a noise complaint!”

Gerald’s fingers prowled the first floor, knocking down everything in their path until they found their target. The sound system was incredibly large, weighing almost as much as Angie herself, but Gerald lifted it out of the house between his thumb and index finger and brought it to eye level with Angie. Then, with a tiny squeeze compressed it into a tiny metallic disc. Angie’s breathing sped up as a warm feeling built up in her stomach

“The window in the entranceway isn’t fitted right either. It lets in a huge draft into the house.”

This was untrue, but Gerald didn’t bother to confirm. With a playful flick, he shattered the window, took a large chunk out of the wall, and knocked the front door off its hinges. By the end, Angie’s home looked like a demolition site, which in many ways it was.

“Well, Mr. Burr-, I mean Gerald. I guess I’m going to have to stay with you for a while. It seems my house is going to take a long time to repair.”

Gerald gave a devious grin. “A long time? Look at this place. The entire structure is unstable!” Gerald slipped his right shoe off and rested his socked foot on top of the crumbling building. The husk of a home buckled beneath him.

“Why even the slightest breeze could make …”

creeeeaaaaak

“… it …”

grooooaaaan

“… COLLAPSE!”

BWOOOOOOOSSSHHHHH

With that, what was left of Angie’s abode disappeared beneath his sole. Nothing remained of her home except debris stuck to the bottom of Geralds sock. He lifted his foot and playfully scrunched his toes, sending the dusty refuge careening down into the now vacant lot. In the course of less than an hour, Angie had lost everything she had ever owned.

And she couldn’t be happier.

Gerald bent over and brought his hand down until the back of his palm rested on the ground. Angie, getting the hint, climbed onto his fingers. He lifted her up onto his shoulder. She had not quite gotten accustomed to being lifted up and down by Gerald so quickly, but knew she would have plenty of opportunity to get used to it.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m absolutely exhausted from all the work I had to do! Let’s head home so I can show you around your new living quarters!”

Angie smiled with a radiant joy she hadn’t felt in a long time. She cuddled against Gerald’s curly locks as she basked in the warmth of his body. For the first time since she got the letter that her house was getting inspected, her heart and mind felt at ease.

“Lets!”

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So what does everybody think of this one? I wanted to try a more wholesome spin on the giant destroying a building story and this is what I ended up coming up with.

So I discovered this forum kinda recently and wanted to share one of my stories. I don’t have much experience, so any constructive criticism is welcomed. This is only the first part, and it’s a bit of a slow burn. I’m hoping to complete it soon, though.
https://www.deviantart.com/thesolesurvivorii/art/The-HOA-Inspection-Part-1-870552765

Angie Hannigan was doing the last few touch-ups around the house. The lawn was well kept, her garden was weedless, her house freshly painted in the approved color, and her maple tree freshly trimmed. It was a lot for one person, but everything was looking great. She only hoped it would stay that way for the Grandscape Homeowners Association had their visit tomorrow.

The average height of the residents of Grandscape Community was 25 feet tall, so when Angie at only 5’4” moved into one of only 7 homes built to accommodate regulars, her family and friends thought she was crazy. But the home was beautiful, and the lease had come at a bargain during a downturned market.

Her new home had not come without its thorns. Her neighbors had made it no secret that they wanted the land her property resided on to be used to expand the swimming pool and were always trying to find ways to get her kicked out so her house could be bulldozed down. The only reason the HOA were even coming was because her next-door neighbor had reported that the maple tree in her yard had grown a branch that extended off of her lawn over the fence to the swimming pool area. The neighbor could have easily snapped the branch off himself at his height, but he had instead demanded the HOA force Angie to deal with the issue. She had almost injured herself trying to trim it herself while balanced on a ladder.

To make matters worse, Gerald Burrmeister was the representative the HOA had selected to conduct the inspection. Angie sat down in her lawn chair pretending to be minding her own business with a glass of lemonade, but discreetly peeked past the fence to where Dale was getting out of the pool. His curly black locks were matted down from his swim and his muscular chest glistened in the sun. He stood at an impressive 45 feet tall, and his tight, nylon, hydrodynamic swim trunks certainly left little to the imagination about his “size”. Angie made a habit of spending time in her backyard when Gerald was swimming. She had even considered on multiple occasions asking him out, but never managed to work up the courage.

He was a stickler for the rules to boot, and would surely notice if even a blade of grass was out of place. Angie would have to work especially hard if she didn’t want to get chewed out and fined.

The next day, Angie waited by the front porch for Gerald to arrive. She felt the ground shake as he approached. Sporting a purple polo shirt and khaki shorts, and a pair of dock shoes that went up to Angie’s chest, he was a sight to behold. He also had a carrying case full of tools he would need for the inspection. Angie greeted him.

“Good morning, Mr. Burrmeister! I hope you’re doing well.”

“I’m doing fine, thanks. And please, call me Gerald! I like your dress; is that new?”

It was indeed. Angie had taken the time in her preparation for the visit to head to the store and pick up a nice yellow sundress to wear. She had heard from some people gossiping around the neighborhood that Gerald had an affinity for them, and she figured she wanted to put her best foot forward. Besides, giving him a little eye-candy certainly couldn’t hurt her chances of passing the inspection.

“It is, thanks! I picked it up just recently. I saw it in the store and just had to have it.”

“It really suits you,” he said with a wink. “Now, I understand there’s been a complaint about the tree in your backyard growing over the fence line?”

Pulling a drop ruler from his carrying case, he held it to the tree. The now trimmed branch was now comfortably within the boundaries of her lawn. While Gerald was checking the tree Angie pumped her fist in the air. She knew she had this inspection in the bag.

“That seems to be in order. I am going to need to do a full inspection, though.”

“No problem, check whatever you need to!”

As Gerald got on his knees to do a full inspection, Angie did a little inspection of her own. The front of his shirt dangled down as he crouched on his knees inspecting the cut of the lawn, giving her an impressive view of his washboard abs, dripping with sweat under the hot summer sun. As he adjusted himself to check if the windows were clean, he leaned into his elbows, making his toned ass press against the fabric of his shorts. Angie had to catch herself so Gerald wouldn’t catch her drooling over his muscular body.

Then something happened that caught Angie off guard. Gerald placed one hand on either side of the roof and started pulling.

“Gerald, what are you doing?” she asked, a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead.

“I just need to complete an inside inspection and we should be finished here.”

Angie was starting to get worried. It wasn’t like she hadn’t made sure the house was spotless before Gerald came, but certainly not to the degree she made sure the outside of her house was ready. Given that her home only came up to a little above his ankle, she didn’t think that he would, or even could, check inside.

As the roof pulled away from the rest of the house, Angie could only hope for the best.

DISCLAIMER: Be mindful of the tags. If one or more of the tags causes you some degree of discomfort, proceed with caution. Be aware of strong language, heavy sexual themes, and extreme cruelty.

Chapter 1: A Meeting of Minds

Angie had never had a very high opinion of herself. Although she was very smart, she had trouble interacting with others. She was very shy and always beat herself up that she couldn’t make any friends. Throughout high school, and even now in college, people always thought she was weird and avoided her. This fed her own image of herself and made her even more reclusive.

Compounding her self-esteem problems was that she was always self-conscious about her weight. No matter how much she dieted, she could never seem to shake the last couple ounces of baby fat, giving her a bit of a belly. She probably could have lived with being a bit heavy if at least had some curves in the right places, but she always felt her breasts and ass were lacking. She made a point of wearing baggy clothes when she left, and couldn’t even look at herself in the mirror without feeling inadequate.

While she was in the library studying for her Graph Theory exam, she saw Duncan Williams browsing around the library. Surprisingly enough, he didn’t seem to be looking at the books and instead seemed to be checking the seating areas. Angie wondered what was up, since the library didn’t tend to have many people, except when midterms and finals were around the corner.

She tried to return to her studying and not stare at Duncan. But she couldn’t help herself. She found his flowing black hair, chiseled jaw, and brown eyes so appealing. His tight jeans left nothing to the imagination when it came to his toned ass. His ripped T-Shirt showed off his muscular, hairy chest. His leather jacket accentuated his broad shoulders. A tasteful ruby earring hung from the lobe of his left ear. On his right hand, a silver ring with a large onyx stone adorned his long slender fingers. And around his neck was a golden chain with a tiny cross-shaped locket nestled against his tight pecs. As ashamed as Angie was to admit it, she had spent many lonely nights with her fingers inside her panties as she imagined Duncan making her his.

She finally ripped her eyes away from Duncan and buried her face within her Graph Theory book when she heard the chair across from her slide against the carpet. She looked up to see Duncan’s expectant face looking right at her.

“Hey! Are you Angie Smith?”

Angie tried to answer, but the words wouldn’t come out of her mouth. She tried to scoot her backpack between them in the hopes he would give up talking to her, but the backpack still had a luggage tag on it from when she flew back home for her birthday. The tag had her name on it and confirmed everything Duncan wanted to know.

He grabbed the chair and brought it right next to Angie’s. Angie froze like a deer in headlights. She started to sweat as her crush sat down right next to her.

“I heard you did well in Professor Holland’s Calc II class last semester and it’s really been kicking my ass. I have a huge assignment coming up and was wondering if you wouldn’t mind helping me study for the test that’s coming up. I’ll make it worth your while”

Duncan put his arm around Angie. She could feel Duncan’s hand go under her shirt. She was worried he would start grabbing at her breast, but his hand only stroked against her stomach. The tender warmth of his slender fingers contrasted against the cool touch of the silver ring. Angie’s mind felt like it was filling with smoke. He pulled her closer until she was practically on his lap.

“I could … I mean … I don’t … You’re … I mean …”

Angie was just babbling, trying to force herself to say something. She wanted to help Duncan, but was so nervous that she couldn’t even finish a thought, let alone a sentence. Her mind tried to process everything she was experiencing. She felt like she was floating on air. Like her feet couldn’t even touch the ground.

Then a sudden realization hit her. Her feet actually weren’t touching the ground. The seats in the library were always too small. Even for somebody like Angie at a meager 5 feet tall, her knees were always scrunched up above her lap, and sitting in Duncan’s lap shouldn’t be causing that much of a height discrepancy. In fact, she was even having trouble seeing over the top of the table. Duncan’s hands felt bigger and bigger around her body. She tried to scream, but Duncan clasped his left hand over her mouth. As she dwindled, he started to only need one finger to cover her mouth, until finally, her entire body was eclipsed by Duncan’s right hand. The overwhelming heat of his palm was only offset by the freezing bite of the ring. Finally, Duncan pulled the miniscule woman out of her now significantly oversized hoodie and sweatpants and dropped her in his lap.

Angie looked around in a panic. She started to call for help, but her voice was nothing but a small squeak. Gazing over the cloth plateau of Duncan’s jeans lost and confused, Angie snapped to attention when she heard his voice boom overhead.

“Finally! Took long enough for you to shrink! I swear, why is it always ugly nerds like you that take for-fuckin’-ever to shrink? Listen up! I’m only going to explain this once, so you better shut the hell up, because you don’t want to see what happens if I have to repeat myself! I have better things to do than waste my time doing math problems, so I’m bringing you with me to my test. You’re going to do it for me, and you better do a good job. Maybe if you do well enough, I’ll even let you get a look at what you’re standing on.”

As if on cue, the ground below her jolted and knocked Angie on her behind. Her eyes widened. If Duncan’s jeans were doing little to hide his generous rear, they were certainly doing less to hide the monument erecting itself in front of her. As Duncan’s rod twitched at the feeling of the tiny woman’s body, Angie’s arousal was only checked by an overwhelming sense of fear and dread. At last, Angie finally finished her first sentence to Duncan.

“And … w-what if I … d-don’t do a good job?”

Duncan shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the first bitch to make things difficult for me. Probably wouldn’t even be the last. Trust me though, you don’t want to piss me off!”

Duncan pressed a button on the side of his locket and it swung open. “Now let’s head back to my dorm. I don’t want to waste any more time at the library. Unlike you, I actually have a life!”

He shoved Angie into the locket and shut it tight. If Angie hadn’t moved fast, her arm could have been pinched off in the clasp. She started to cry as her dark prison swung from Duncan’s neck on the long trip back to the dorms. *

So I’ve started my first long-running series today. Expect to see more soon. It’s certainly more risqué than my other pieces. For those that prefer my more wholesome short stories, this might not be quite up your alley, but I have more wholesome content like that up the road.

Really looking forward to hearing what everybody thinks. As always, constructive criticism is welcomed!

Chapter 2: Home, Sweet Home

After what felt like an agonizing eternity, her cage finally stopped bucking. For the first time since they had started walking, light crept into the locket until finally the front swung away from the back and Angie was knocked out of the locket and into Duncan’s awaiting fingers. They seemed to be in a hallway outside a normal looking door. On the door was a corkboard with two scraps of paper on it. The first was an orange rectangle with the word Duncan written in green ink. The other was a green rectangle with the word Luis written on it in red ink, although it seemed to be crossed out with black marker.

“Looks like we’re finally here! You better take it all in, because this is the last time you’re ever going to see anything that isn’t my dorm or my classroom.”

Angie looked around. It didn’t seem like anybody was around to see her in Duncan’s hand, and the fall would be too great for her to jump from his palm. With a sigh of resignation, Angie enjoyed her last moments of freedom before Duncan swung the door open.

Looking around, the living room didn’t seem too out of the ordinary. There was a tv, a couch, an ottoman, and a table with a dinner bell on it. It led off to a kitchen area in the back of the room. Only two things really stood out about the room.

Firstly, the room was very clean. Her own living space was covered in pizza boxes, plastic bags, trash bags she hadn’t bothered taking to the dumpster, and other general clutter. Neither her nor her roommate had been particularly concerned with cleanliness, so things mostly piled up.

The second were two doors flanking the living space. The door to the left had a pin-up poster of a tall, tan woman in a bikini. The door on the right had no posters on it, but surprisingly enough had a doggy door on it. Angie found it strange that the bedroom had a doggy door, but not the front door.

“That one on the left is mine. You enter only when I tell you I want you. That one on the right is where you’ll be sleeping. It used to belong to my pussy-ass roommate Luis. The stupid bastard was always snooping around and I didn’t want to share my living space with a virgin like him, so I got rid of him.”

Angie was about to ask what he meant by “got rid of him”, but thought better of it. Having experienced everything she had today, she didn’t really want to know. She looked up at Duncan who stared back down at her. She could feel Duncan drinking in the fear in her eyes.

“Anyway, now I keep all my cute little pets in there. In fact, maybe we should do a little introduction.” He walked over to the bell and gave it a ring.

As if on queue, a hand pushed the doggy door open. Suddenly, a small red-headed woman charged over to my giant captor. She latched herself onto his leg and started rubbing her cheek against his knee.

“DUNKUUUUMS!!! I didn’t hear you come in! I missed you so much while you were gone!”

Duncan grabbed the strange woman by the hair and started pulling her away from his body. It was only now that Angie could get a good look at her apparent new roommate. Given that she stood almost to Duncan’s knee, Angie figured this woman had to be around 2 feet tall. Though from her stocky appearance, Angie couldn’t imagine this woman would have been terribly tall even before she shrank. Her large breasts and wide hips were wrapped in what seemed to be a cut-up blue towel. But the thing that struck Angie the most was this woman’s care-free attitude. You wouldn’t be able to guess that she had been shrunk and brought her against her will.

“Emily! How’s my favorite little pet been? I have something to show everybody, so where’s the other bitch at?”

Angie looked back at the right door and noticed a small woman huddled up near the bedroom’s entrance. She was sitting with her knees pressed to her chest and her back against the wall. Almost opposite to Emily, this woman was thin and lanky. Angie guessed she was also probably shorter than Emily, though given that she was crouched over, it was hard to tell.

“There you are! Get over here! There’s somebody I want to introduce.”

The small woman stood up and made her way along the wall to them, though she seemed to be walking with a pretty heavy limp. As she crept along the wall, Angie could see the fear and resignation in her eyes. That look was met in turn with a look of impatience and anger from Duncan.

“I said … Get over here … NOW!”

He stomped his boot on the hardwood floor, eliciting a loud thud. Startled, the woman near the door fell flat on her face and scrambled as fast as she could over to Duncan. Duncan smirked and kicked off his boots as the mystery woman approached. Angie could now see that the top of this woman’s head came up to Emily’s exposed belly button. Duncan went over to the couch and the others followed. As Duncan sat down, he made a face of mild discomfort and stood back up.

“Ah right. Almost forgot about you!”

Duncan undid the button and zipper of his pants and reached back into the back of his underwear. Out of his ass-crack he pulled a woman bound by her feet with a shoelace. Angie recognized Paige immediately. She had sat next to her in Calculus II last semester. Her brown hair was matted against her face, her mouth gagged with a cotton ball, and her arms taped to her sides. Paige struggled and squirmed as she dangled upside down from the shoelace.

“Is that everybody? Man, I keep forgetting I have so few of you fuckers now! It’s your own fault though. I like to play rough, and you little shits are too fragile! I guess since everyone’s here, why don’t we all meet my new pet?” *

I got really excited about this chapter. We’re getting more of the recurring characters we’re going to see going further. As usual, I’d love to here what you guys think.

A heads up before reading this one. This is actually a continuation of “The HOA Inspection”, which I posted here a little while back. I might recommend that one before reading this one. This is another wholesome story for you all, so I hope you enjoy.*

The sun rose over Grandscape Community, marking the beginning of another beautiful day. An alarm clock within the Burrmeister home beckoned the inhabitants to wake. The first of the residents to awaken was Angie Burrmeister. She sat up in bed and stretched her arms as she looked over to her husband as he rolled over in bed to turn off the alarm.

Angie and Gerald were hardly your average couple. Gerald was a towering, upstanding gentleman. Standing at 45 feet tall, he was tall even by giant standards. Angie, by contrast, was a regular standing at a meager 5’4”, and a tomboyish go-getter by all accounts. Despite this, they had found love four years ago and married in June.

Gerald started to get dressed for the day, but Angie made her way over to the bathroom. Because Angie was so much smaller than Gerald, and the house itself was much larger to match, there were very many chores that Angie simply could not perform on her own. Because she didn’t want to feel like a burden, she took the few chores she could do very seriously. And Angie was getting ready to do her favorite chore of them all.

Angie went to the linen closet in the bathroom to gather all the supplies she would need. First, she grabbed a fire hose, followed by a paint roller, a bucket, a pair of gardening gloves, a pair of rubber rain boots, a stepladder and a kitchen knife. Gerald had gotten a lift installed into the side of the sink to make it easier for Angie to get up to the basin. Angie loaded her tools onto the lift and put on the gloves and boots on the ride up. As she was attaching the fire hose to the sink’s faucet, Gerald entered the room wearing a blue sweater and khaki pants. Angie turned to greet her husband.

“Good morning, honey! Are you up and ready for the day?”

“Not quite. It seems my chin has become a little stubbly. Do you happen to know a lovely little lady who could help me with that?”

Angie lifted her upturned thumb in the air.

“Leave it to me!”

Angie had gotten the idea to do this last month when Gerald cut himself while shaving. Angie realized she could use her smaller size to cut the hair on his chin closer to the jaw without cutting him, and she’s been doing his shaving ever since.

Gerald brought his chin down close to the basin as Angie readied the hose. She started spraying down Gerald’s massive jaw. As she was doing so, she lost control of the hose and water got everywhere. Angie’s nice pink nightgown was soaked through, and she needed to shake the water out of her boots. Gerald chuckled.

“I know you can’t wait to take a shower, but maybe we should finish my trim first?”

Angie was a little embarrassed, but didn’t let that deter her. After that quick rinse, Angie filled her bucket with shaving cream, and dipped her paint roller inside. Climbing the stepladder, she lathered it across both Gerald’s checks, beneath his chin, above the top of his lip, and along his cleft. Each tiny hair of his stubble disappeared under the foamy lather. Right before she finished, she used the paint roller to bop Gerald on the nose, leaving a tiny dollop on its tip.

“Hey!”

“That’s what you get for teasing me earlier about the hose.”

Angie playfully stuck her tongue out. Gerald smiled and put his finger into Angie’s shaving cream bucket. He put his soapy finger on Angie’s forehead and smeared a little of the white foam along the side of her face. Angie giggled.

“Fine, if that’s how you want to play, take this!”

Angie lunged her paint roller at Gerald, but he parried it with his finger. They pretended to sword fight with their sudsy weapons. Gerald was usually so stuffy and uptight, so getting to see him loosen up and have fun was a real treat for Angie. They laughed and had fun with each others’ company.

But every job must eventually get done, so after a minute or two, Angie put down the paint roller and got to business. Brandishing the knife, Angie prepared to start the actual shave.

She started by cleanly trimming each of the firm, tough hairs along Gerald’s cheeks, being sure to keep his sideburns nice and tidy. After finishing each, she moved to removing the silkier, smoother hairs along the top of his lip. With her back to his throat, she sent the stalactite-like hairs dangling from the bottom of his chin falling down to the sink basin. And finally, she chopped off the last few remaining hairs from beneath his bottom lip.

Now that his jaw was free from hair, Angie couldn’t help but place a small kiss on Gerald’s smooth lips. Gerald picked up his tiny wife and planted a huge smooch on her face.

Looking up at the mirror, Gerald marveled at the wonderful job Angie did. It certainly wasn’t the fastest way to shave, but the results spoke for themselves. Besides, any time Gerald got to spend with his wife in the morning was time well spent.

“You did a great job as always, dear. You’re the best!”

Angie blushed. It was tiring work, but seeing her husband’s gratitude made it all worthwhile in the end.

“Don’t worry about it, honey! I’m just glad I can keep my husband looking nice and sharp!”

“Well then, why don’t we both get showered off and get some breakfast.”

Angie, who was covered in shaving cream and tiny hairs, thought that was certainly well needed. After they had both gotten themselves cleaned off, Gerald put Angie on her shoulder and made their way to the kitchen. Angie snuggled against her husband’s nice smooth cheek as they went to face what today would bring.*

Basically, my inspiration here was that I was looking for something to put in a giant-centric story that you wouldn’t necessarily see in a giantess-centric story, and one of the first things that came to mind was facial hair. That seemed a bit odd that we didn’t have much macrophilic shaving content, since tiny people would be able to do a more accurate job.

It really did feel like the giant equivalent to the “tiny paints giantess’s toenails” genre, so I decided to take a crack at it.

As usual, let me know what you guys think!

To say Lana was having a bad day would be an understatement. Granted, Lana hadn’t had much in the way of good days since the Condensing Cataclysm. Being one of the quarter of the human population that was brought down to a few inches tall by the mysterious event, she was used to people seeing her as an insignificant bug. But of all the people to commit this sort of sadistic torture, she never imagined Max to even be capable of such a thing.

Max looked beneath him at the desk. Max had known Lana for decades, and never once had she looked as weak and helpless as she did at that moment. It pained him to see his friend Lana held in place by the tape, struggling against her bonds. She always tries to fight her way out of difficult circumstances. That trait, in fact, was the reason he even had to restrain the rambunctious tiny in the first place.

Only a few hours ago, Lana had gotten into a fight at the bar. One particularly rowdy patron had gotten handsy with her and caused a stir. The drunkard, not one to take no for an answer, had taken a swing at the shrunken woman. In fact, if Max hadn’t been there to snatch her up, she would probably be a smear on the bar’s counter.

Max did feel bad for Lana. He understood that she was more than justified in feeling that she still deserved the respect due to any human being, but that simply wasn’t the reality of her situation. Whether they liked it or not, Lana wasn’t really in a position to push back. She was a small person in a world too large for her, and it was hardly impossible that she would die if she didn’t wise up. As little as he wanted to do this, it was for the shrunken woman’s good.

Max grabbed his satchel from beside the desk and removed a pouch from inside. Peeking inside, he saw thirteen shrunken women scrambling to try to get out and escape. He felt sorry for this assortment of frightened tinies, shuddering at what he was about to do, but shook away his inhibitions. After all, everything he was about to enact on them was for Lana’s sake. These women were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. If he didn’t capture them, somebody else would have.

Removing eight of the tinies from the bag, he placed one in the space between each of his toes. They all started screaming and clawing away at his toes, but they were powerless to escape the grip of his digits. Lana couldn’t even believe what he was doing. This couldn’t possibly be real, right? Max wasn’t a heartless monster. At any moment, he would release his captives and she would reprimand him for his poor-taste joke.

“La-la, I know you don’t want to be here, but you have to learn your place. I want you to watch carefully. You need to learn to be more careful. I know you don’t think it’s fair that regular people treat tiny people like dirt, but that’s simply how things are. I taped you up like this for a reason. See these women trying to fight their way out from between my toes. This is what happens to little things like you when they try to resist big people’s wishes.”

Lana tried to turn her head, but the tape held it staring up at her friend’s soles. Even if she could turn away, there was no way to ignore the wailing and clamor of the small strangers as their cries grew loud, then deafening, and finally silent as their bones crunched into pieces and their bodies burst. The image of blood dripping from Max’s soles was permanently engraved into her mind.

Max looked down at the mess in disgust. In truth, the gooey guts between his toes was somewhat uncomfortable. He rarely even harmed bugs, much less former humans, but this was the only way to get Lana to take her situation seriously. But that didn’t mean he had to deal with the gunk between his toes. Besides, if he didn’t clean up, he’d get his socks dirty as soon as he tried to put them back on. So he pulled a few tissues from his tissue box and wiped away any evidence of these poor souls’ existence.

Lana could do nothing but watch as Max in one simple motion removed the corpses from his feet and crumpled them in his tissue. She watches him walk over to the trash can and toss the tissue inside. But the thing that disturbed her the most was the cold, emotionless, indifferent look in his eye as he did the deed.

Indeed, why would Max feel anything for these random women he picked up off the street? While it was a bit unpleasant having to pop them to get his point across, they were complete strangers to him. He owed them nothing. If the choice was between protecting his best friend and helping these fairly insignificant nobodies, the answer was quite clear.

Max turned and saw the fright in Lana’s eyes. He was thankful to finally see the fear and understanding that Lana had thus far been lacking. He could still help her help herself after all, it seemed. He beamed from ear to ear. He returned to his position above his friend and reached down for her. She went into a frenzy, trying everything she could to create some slack in her bonds. Anything would do if she could just escape. But to her surprise, Max simply patted her on her head.

“It’s okay, La-la. Just calm down. It’ll all be over soon. You just need to trust me. Shhhhh. Shhhhh.”

Max hated knowing how much distress Lana was in, but it was necessary if she was going to survive while he wasn’t around. He tried to calm her down, but the sound of squealing and panic from inside the pouch reminded him that his work was far from over. It was time to begin the next lesson.*

I’m back from my hiatus and ready to show off my new story. Let me know what you all think. I’m probably going to come back to this one again in the future. Any feedback is appreciated.

I probably wouldn’t, but if they made a TV show with that concept, I would absolutely watch.

It’s strange to think that five years have passed since The Small Event. Before that fateful day five years ago, I was just a high school student going into college. I had always wanted to help people, but didn’t have any clear goals or direction. Then The Small Event happened and 25% of the population shrank down until they were only around two to three inches tall.

Seeing an opportunity to make something of my life, I dedicated my college education to training myself to help the victims of The Small Event to readjust to their new situation and reintegrate into society. It was difficult, but after four years, I finally graduated with a bachelors in Tiny Care. I had considered going into further studies, but the need for caretakers was so great, I felt it was my duty to start my career as soon as possible.

That was the day I met Harriet.

At the time, I couldn’t believe how fortunate I had been. Harriet had been a wealthy businesswoman and well respected in the community. She had seemed shy and reserved, and was offering to pay me far above my initial as a starter fee. It seemed almost too good to be true. It was only after the paperwork had been signed that I learned who Harriet truly was. She was, bluntly speaking, perverse and perverted. She saw me not as a human, but as a living sex object to live out her deviant fantasies on. I was thankful she never seemed to want to discuss her past, because I can only imagine what she was doing to the poor undertrained caretakers that came around near when The Small Event first took place if this is how she treats trained professionals!

I felt a wave of dread wash over me as I entered Harriet’s residence. No sooner had the door shut behind me than Harriet started barreling over to me. At the top of her voice, she shouted out to me.

“Good morning, master!”

I always hated it when Harriet insisted on calling me master. I had heard when tinies first started appearing that some had an almost euphoric obsession with being treated as subhuman. However, I had certainly never thought I would end up working for one, much less one as obsessed as Harriet. I had let her know on multiple occasions that it wasn’t okay, but she keeps calling me that anyway.

I was about to correct her, but at this point I couldn’t even muster up the energy to. Instead, I gave her a disapproving glare. She seemed to catch onto her mistake, because she backed away and let me enter the living room.

As an important part of the tiny safety protocol, I always remove my shoes when around Harriet, so she doesn’t end up injured in case she’s accidentally stepped on. Harriet always takes this as an opportunity to start having her way with my feet. I couldn’t even have my socks anywhere near her without Harriet trying to suck the sweat off them. Her tongue massages didn’t feel bad necessarily, but I always wished that Harriet would at least ask before she started sucking on my feet. I wished I didn’t have to remove my shoes at all some days, but I couldn’t live with myself if I allowed a tiny to get injured by my actions. Even one with as little respect for me as Harriet.

I looked down to check on Harriet and immediately wished I hadn’t. She was tracing her tongue along every inch of the fabric she could reach. My sweat was even dripping down her face. It took everything I had to hide my disgust, and even then I probably didn’t succeed. I tried to let her finish, but I had finally had enough. I went to the kitchen both to prepare breakfast and get away from Harriet.

I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but I make an absolutely divine french toast. Harriet enters the kitchen while my back is turned. When I turn around to bring the french toast to the table, I notice that she’d been staring at my ass the whole time. She was even drooling!

Following proper protocol, I got a ruler and carefully cut a piece of toast off for Harriet. Just enough to be filling, but not enough to cause intestinal problems, which is common in smaller variants of tinies like Harriet.

“Thank you for feeding me, master. Am I really allowed to have this?”

It seemed Harriet was adamant to call me master today. At this point I was aggravated, but I remembered that with Harriet’s wealth and connections, if I didn’t follow her wishes to the letter, she could use her influence to ruin my career and prevent me from ever helping tinies again. I forced myself to smile.

“Of course, madam! After all, it’s my job as your caretaker to make sure you don’t starve!”

I decided to take a small risk. She knew I didn’t like to be called “master”, but I knew she didn’t like to be called “madam”. Harriet got quiet after that, so I could only hope that would be the end of the master nonsense for the day.

I was starved, and since I wasn’t allowed off the premises for breaks, I simply had what was left of the french toast. As I scarfed it down, I noticed Harriet staring at my mouth intently. I wondered what was up when I got a sinking suspicion that this may be another one of her weird fetishes. I was already getting harassed by Harriet every other time of the day, I didn’t need to be sexualized while I was eating.

Our eyes locked for a moment. I knew that I shouldn’t really leave a tiny in a room by herself, but I was going to be sick if I had to deal with her staring at me lustfully while I was trying to have a meal in peace. I moved what food I have to the living room and ate there while contemplating what a waste my life has become

I realize that she can use her riches and influences to ruin my life, and I realize that all she cares about is satisfying her desires. I just wish she would look in her heart and try to see things from my point of view.

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So this is my latest story. Not going to lie, I’m not really sure what to think about this one. I was experimenting with a non-con story where the giant is the non-consenting party, and ended up with a story where both parties are ironically unhappy. Really curious what everybody makes of this one.

Hello! I realized that somehow I never posted my first story here, so I thought I’d share. *

I sat in my glass cage dreading every second that passed as the clock ticked overhead. Gazing around the massively oversized room I was placed in, I tried to ponder my new existence as a human only 3 inches tall. I tried to focus on the wondrously large bed across the room from me, the floor lamp that easily rivaled the size of a skyscraper at my height, the drop to the floor below and the height of the ceiling above. Really, I focused on anything I could to avoid focusing on the clock above me.

It was almost 7:00 pm and soon my tormentor would be back from wherever he goes during the day. Every hair on my body stood on end. I usually try to have my dinner of scraps and water around this time of day to keep the dreadful anticipation from eating away at me, but my kidnapper had forgotten to leave me any food in the morning and my water bowl had gone dry. The only water in my cage was the sweat pooling against my skin as I waited for 7:00 to arrive.

I heard the shimmying of the doorknob as my captor’s keys undid the lock. The door swung open and there he stood. Chester.

He would probably be pretty tall even to a normal person. At my diminutive size, he towered over everything as he strolled over to the desk atop which was my clear prison. His emerald eyes locked on to mine as he approached, a plastic bag swung from his muscular tree-trunk arms.

“How are you doing, squirt? Having fun being my little bug pet? You look lonely. I know just the thing that will cheer you up!”

As he lifted the plastic bag above the table, a ruffling could be seen as something squirmed inside. Chester poured the contents of the bag out onto the table revealing two naked men and two naked women, only about half my size.

The small people were initially beset by confusion and bewilderment, but those feelings gave way upon turning to see their kidnapper to awe, anger, shock, and terror among others. For the chubbier of the two men, this manifested into outrage and indignation.

“You there! What the hell do you think you’re doing! Do you know who I am?!?”

Chester rubbed his stubbly chin, feigning deep thought. “Hmmmmm. Nope! And I don’t care either! To me, you’re just a toy just like everybody else here.”

“I’ll have you know my company has ties to every shop, factory, and business in the entire state! Let me go right now or I’ll see to it you’re locked up for a long time and can never work again!”

Chester stood to his full height and grabbed the round man by the collar of his shirt. For his part, the tiny man swung fiercely at Chester, whether as an act of bravado, stupidity, or both. “Good god, do you ever shut up! I swear, there’s only one place for an ass like you!” Chester said as he dropped the tiny man into his chair.

The portly man’s complaints gave way to begging and pleading as the fabric of Chester’s exercise shorts stretched against his rump as he began to squat over his seat. I could tell from the look on Chester’s face that he was loving every second as he descended back down into his seat. Finally, I could hear the creak of the seat’s leather cushion as his butt landed on its target.

Chester kicked his feet up on the desk, letting each sneaker collide with its wooden surface with a thud. The three remaining people outside the glass tank were in a panic. They ran around the desk trying to find a way down and away from Chester. But I’ve been trapped here long enough to know that there was no escape. The blonde woman started to scream for help, but that only drew Chester’s attention.

“Sorry little mite, nobody’s coming to help you. But since we’re here, you might be able to do something to help me. See, I’ve had a huge workout at the gym and my feet are killing me. Why don’t you make yourself useful and give me a quick foot rub.”

He kicked off his right shoe as it almost landed on the other shrunken woman. Grabbing the buxom beauty, he dropped her onto the sole of his sneaker. The last shrunken man suddenly sprang into action trying to scale the side of his shoe. Bemused, Chester gazed down at the tiny man with a predatory look in his eye.

“Looks like we have a little hero trying to save his damsel. I know just what will put you in your place.”

Chester winded his finger back and with a mighty flick sent the man flying off his shoe until he landed with a sickening crack. I could barely watch as he struggled to get back on his feet. A huge welt was developing on the side of his face. I couldn’t understand why he didn’t just stay down and hope Chester forgot about him. Finally, he spoke.

“Please! I’ll give you the foot rub if you want! I’ll do anything you want! Just don’t hurt my big sister!”

“Oh, I didn’t realize I managed to nab a pair of siblings. Well, I wouldn’t dare to have her brave my big old feet alone if she’s your sister! After all, I would have to be truly heartless to break up a happy family. Thankfully, I think I have just the thing! You see, I actually have a left foot too!”

The small man tried to run, but could only hobble due to his injuries and was promptly placed in his other shoe as he slid his foot in on top of him, sealing him in. He was about to put his right shoe on as well when he stopped. He slid his dirty crew-cut sock off of his right foot, freeing the massive hairy foot inside. I could only imagine what thoughts went through the older siblings head as Chester’s bare sweaty foot invaded her tomb.

Normally, after putting a tiny human in his shoes, Chester would walk around his room for a while, but this time he had a more devious plan. Slowly, Chester pressed his feet against the side of my tank. It was rare that I could hear the screams of Chester’s victims, but as his feet pressed the duo into his soles, their pained and agonizing wails reverberated against the glass, assaulting me with noise from all angles. I clutched my ears, but I couldn’t block out the horrid shrieking.

The last remaining woman from the bag, a small Latino woman, curled into a fetal position. The stress of the situation had finally gotten the better of her. Unfortunately for her, she was the only one left and Chester had already made up his mind what to do with her. As he lifted her to her face, she mumbled something, but there was no way I could ever hope to hear her. Chester on the other hand, yelled his response loudly, presumably so I wouldn’t miss a word.

“Of course I’m not going to crush you. I have something much better in mind. See, I’m feeling a bit peckish and I need a little snack to keep me going, and I couldn’t help wondering what you tasted like.”

I knew better though. He knew exactly what she would taste like. I had seen so many strangers enter his maw. He probably knew more about eating tiny humans than anybody. The final victim was scooped up by Chester’s tongue and slurped into his mouth. I could see his jaw working up and down on her. It was one of his favorite ways to play with tinies in his mouth. He would bite them just hard enough to leave marks all over their body, but not hard enough to break any bones. In his own words, it was so they couldn’t even look at themselves without remembering what he had done to them.

Finally, Chester stopped pressing his feet against the glass and lowered his head so his face would eclipse my entire view. His jaw swung open and the woman fell out of his mouth. Her tan skin was peppered with huge red scars, her hair was matted all over her face, and she was laying face down in a pool of Chester’s saliva.

Tipping his shoes out, the brother and sister pair plopped onto the desk. They were drenched in sweat and exhausted. The sister was smeared in toe jam and the brother smothered in sock lint.

Finally, Chester stood up and presented his first victim of the night. His leg was bent unnaturally and his skin was pale. He sobbed and wheezed between heavy, belabored breaths. All four of his victims were beaten to the point they were unrecognizable, but they were still alive. Chester was good at prolonging his prisoner’s suffering. He could take weeks or even months before they would finally perish in his sick, twisted games.

“That was fun!” Chester exclaimed. “You might be the best set of toys I’ve ever gotten my hands on. Hopefully you last longer than my last set!”

He bent over and started tapping on the glass to my prison. “But I have to know, what did my cute little ex-girlfriend think of the show? I think I really outdid myself with that one!”

I didn’t respond, still shaken up. Chester poured the four tiny humans back into the plastic back and left the room, leaving me once again alone with my thoughts. I could only pray that one day, Chester would tire of forcing me to watch his sadistic games. Until then, I tried to lay down and sleep, drifting out of conciousness to the sound of the ticking of the clock overhead.

Chapter 1: A Shocking Development

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Hale! I’m sorry if I kept you waiting. The prototype is a little heavy, but the proof of concept is finally waiting in the showroom for you.”

Gabriella Hale made her way into the showroom to see exactly how powerful this new unit was going to be. If it could really do everything it promised, Slete and Hale Conditioning would blow past every air conditioner provider in the country, possibly even internationally. The company had always been successful, but it was clear that the company wasn’t seeing the levels of growth that it used to. The death of the company’s founders, James Slete and Walter Hale, hit the company particularly hard. If this new design could put her company on top, then Mrs. Hale had to do anything it took to get the patents.

From the way it was described, apparently this unit used a combination of an experimental refrigerant, a special alloy along the condenser and evaporator, and a unique dehumidifying saline solution to create a unit that could bring a home or office to the desired heat and humidity twice as fast as competitors with less overall power consumption. She brought a team of engineers with her to the demonstration to test these claims, as well as a few lawyers so she could file the patents on the spot if needed.

When Mrs. Hale entered the showroom, a few adjustments were being made on the unit to get it hooked up. Several technicians were arguing about how the evaporator fins were set, and several more about how the power system was implemented. There were even a few calls to cancel the entire presentation altogether.

Mrs. Hale wasn’t having any of this. She had already been waiting for hours by this point, and for all the lofty promises she had been given, they had nothing to show for it. She stormed over to the head of R&D and let him know in no short terms that his entire team would be let go if he couldn’t at least show something for all the money and time they had dumped into this project.

Reluctantly, he ran over to the other technicians and another shouting match started. After a few more minutes, they finally got everything set at least well enough to start the air conditioner. They came to regret this decision, as problems started popping up immediately. Their last minute adjustments didn’t leave time for a final inspection, so only a few minutes, the fan dropped into the unit and hit the dehumidifier, causing the saline solution to spill onto the power cables. The condenser coil’s alloy had also not been adequately tested with this particular refrigerant. The metal began to dissolve from the inside. To make matters worse, since the refrigerant expanded as it became a gas, the weakened metal caused the evaporator to explode.

A few people were splattered with the refrigerant, including Mrs. Hale herself, who got it in her mouth and nose. Falling to the floor gasping for breath, she could do nothing as everybody else evacuated. That’s when the slurry of saline solution finally reached her. The salty soup carried electrical current from the power cables to the fallen woman, electrocuting her.

The only things she could do as she lay paralyzed unable to move was stare at her wedding ring. She remembered how sweet and loving her husband Theodore had always been. She remembered all the nights she stood on her tippy toes, kissing her gentle giant. She always called him her big Teddy bear, since he always felt so warm and safe with her 6’2” spouse. He was always so kind and considerate. He hadn’t even made a fuss when she insisted on keeping her last name instead of his, since he knew how much her company and her connection with her father meant to her.

She remembered how Teddy had wanted her to stay a little longer this morning to eat some of the delicious breakfast he always prepared for her. She remembered how she hadn’t even hugged him goodbye because she was in a hurry, all to get to this awful presentation. She wished deep in her heart that she was with Teddy right now. That she was running her fingers through his curly brown locks. That she could feel his tender embrace surround her. That she could just have a chance to say goodbye and tell him she loved him.

Her eyes shut as she felt her consciousness fade.

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Mrs. Hale woke with a start. She felt a shock to her chest almost as severe as the one she got from the air conditioning unit. Sitting up and looking around, she was shocked to find she was sleeping on a bed, but one bigger than any bed she had ever been in before. The sides stretched for a yard to her left and right, and the foot of the bed much further. Looking around, she was surrounded by medical equipment that towered around her like buildings. But the thing that surprised her the most was the doctor that stood above her like a living monument, and to his left, standing about a head taller, was her husband.

“GABBYYYYY!”

“Stop! Control yourself Mr. Hale! We don’t know if her condition has stabilized yet!”

The doctor restrained Teddy from touching Gabriella. She just sat there dumbfounded. She had no idea how, but she had shrunken to an absolutely miniscule size. How short was she even? She started to hyperventilate, spooked by the enormous world she had woken up in. This only made Teddy more concerned, and the doctor had to call in a few nurses to drag him out of the room.

As Gabby was freaking out, she saw her clothing folded neatly on a side table nearby. It was strange looking at the clothes she had been wearing just a short while ago, now that even her glasses would come up to her waist. Sitting on top of the pile was her wedding ring. Thinking back to her last moments before waking, she calmed down realizing she had been given a second chance at life. As a crowd of medical staff forced Teddy out the door, Gabby called out to him.

“Teddy, it’s going to be alright! Just stay tight while the doctors do whatever they need to do. I want my big Teddy bear to be the first person I see when they let me have visitors! Oh and Teddy …”

“I love you. Goodbye for now.” *

For those of you more used to violent thrillers from my ongoing works, this one is going to be a change of pace. Given that I haven’t really put out anything even slightly wholesome since ‘A Close Shave’, I decided to make this ongoing a family drama. It’s still not a sfw piece, since a few of the chapters later on are going to be pretty raunchy, but if you like dramas, this one’s for you!

Let me know what you guys think. Feedback, as always, is appreciated.

This chapter is a bit experimental. This chapter is told entirely in monologue by Reginald Bordeaux. A few big warnings on this one. This chapter uses a lot more foul language and has a lot more sexual undertones. It also heavily involves a lot of hard vore this time. So be warned. Thank you all for enjoying my stories. I hope you all enjoy.

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The speaker in the back of the room crackled to life as Reginald Bordeaux told his story.

“See, the day before yesterday, I was helping out in the lab. We’d been having trouble with the Incorperant experiment. A bunch of staff kept quitting with no notice. Didn’t call, didn’t die. Just went missing. The entire thing had me pretty spooked. Felt like the position was haunted.”

Dr. Charter cut in.

“Can we please keep on topic?”

The small intern was taken a bit aback but continued.

“Right, well, I was supposed to help Dr. Fogarty with one of his samples. The way he told it, he had been experimenting with one of the petri dishes, and the population of cells multiplied rapidly. Apparently, things got so bad he had to pull me and my friend Riyah from the intern program to help him now that Jay was the only assistant on hand. We were expecting him to bark orders at us the second we came through the door, but there was nothing. He was just gone. I didn’t want to be there anymore, so I tried to put the petri dish back in containment, when poof! I was out like a light.”

“When I finally came to, I was about the size I am now. It was a heck of a sight, let me tell yah. Even now, looking up at all of you, it’s amazing how overwhelming it all is. But anyways, I ran into Riyah, Jay, and the Doc, all just as small as me. Well, Jay was a bit smaller, but he’s always been a shorty. Not that I’m much to talk anymore.”

“So Dr. Fogarty started yelling at us for touching the sample. Riyah started panicking, but I tried to stay calm. I tried to ask him what’s what, but then Jay started screaming his head off! Dr. Fogarty turned around and said we need to run.”

“When I looked where he was pointing, there were two massive figures walking towards us. Both seemed humanoid on the surface, though every time they looked at the two again, something new just seemed off. The pair had weird green skin that you could see right through. Neither seemed to have feet. Rather, where their feet should be, a pile of goop pooled at their ankles keeping them upright. Their hands occasionally dripped away, only to reform seconds later. It was a strange sight to be sure.”

“Of course, the two couldn’t be more different in appearance though. The figure on the right was curvy and feminine. She had unnaturally wide hips and a large chest. I hate to say it, but she was quite a looker. Her face was a bit jacked up though. She didn’t have a mouth, per se. She could talk and all that. Don’t really know how she could talk, but she could. Her voice was pretty sultry and all, but I couldn’t see a way for her to do it. She also had big expressive eyes. I could swear she could see my soul through those creepy eyes of hers. Well, at least it seemed that way. Her eyes were just as slimy and gooey as the rest of her body, so they might have been for show.”

“The left figure though was a real piece of work. Muscular as all get out. At least, I think they were muscles. They were shaped like muscles, but they looked just as goopy as everything else. A full six pack. Calves you could bounce a coin off of. Thick shoulders and huge pecs. The whole works. He was also naked. Well, I guess the lady was also naked, but well, this guy…”

Reggie held his hand out as wide as he could away from each other.

“… let’s just say he was pretty well endowed.”

Reggie cleared his throat a bit, clearly looking embarrassed as the military men gave him judging looks.

“Anyway, his face was kinda the opposite of the lady’s. While the first had no mouth, this one had no eyes. Not even a hole where they should be. It was like he had a sheet over the top part of his face. Not the bottom though. God, I’ve been seeing those teeth in my nightmares. Sharp and jagged as all get out. And when he laughed, you could see his long tongue sticking out. Looked like the devil himself.”

“Then, the guy one says, ‘Look what we have here! Looks like we caught up to the little appetizer platter. Hello, humans! My name’s Drone! And you little things get to have the privilege of getting added to this magnificent fucking body! We’re not just any Incorperants, after all. We’re Queen’s spawn! We’re going to run this worthless little world.’ And if that wasn’t enough, the other one started throwing a fit. ‘Not fair, Drone! I’m hungry too! And you got to eat the janitors we ran into last time.’ No clue how she even said that without a mouth! And he said, ‘Yeah, and they added all this to me too!’ And then he flexed his muscles hard.”

“Of course, we ran away. The guy was going to catch us, but Riyah tripped and the woman snatched her up. ‘Ha, I got the first one.’ ‘No fair, Worker! I was the one who found them.’ And she said, ‘Yeah, and I was the one to eat them!’”

“And then the strangest thing happened. Her fist closed around Riyah’s body. At first, it looked like she was gonna get crushed in her fist. But then her skin started peeling off. You could even see it through the giant woman’s fist. She was peeling away layer by layer into nothing. Riyah didn’t even put up a fight. What was weirder, As each layer peeled off, the woman got just a bit bustier. Her hips swelled up. She got taller. Like, a head taller than the guy tall. And that’s when she opened her mouth. She says, ‘Hey Drone, check it out!’ and starts prodding her teeth with her tongue.”

“So Drone says, ‘yeah I know. Check out what you can do with them.’ So he picks up Jay and dangles him about his open maw. Jay begged for his life, but it didn’t do him any good. Drone dropped Jay through the air and caught him with his teeth. Now, those teeth looked just as gooey as the rest of him, but I can assure you it wasn’t. Jay screamed as Drone chewed him to bits. When I turned around from running, I saw blood run down his mouth and chin. You could see Jay’s dismembered body through his mouth. It was some of the most fucked up shit I’ve ever seen.”

“I managed to hide under a snag in the carpet. The Doc wasn’t so lucky. Worker crawled on all fours over to Dr. Fogarty. Drone was busy growing bigger. His muscles got bigger. His height grew. His…”

Reggie looked a bit embarrassed. Dr. Charter coughed.

“Yes, all of him got bigger. What next?”

“So, Worker caught the doctor and was about to chew him up like Jay. But Drone came in and tipped her chin up. I watched as Dr. Fogarty sank into her guts. You could see him through her stomach. At first, he was struggling. But eventually, he just gave up. It seemed at the end, he even felt comfortable with it all. And so Worker says, ‘Let’s go tell Queen about all the humans we added to ourselves.’ And they walked away.”

As the soldiers processed the story they had been told, a voice came from near the stretcher.

“My, how dreadful! I do apologize for my children’s manners!”

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How did the Queen breach the security to get into the restricted area? How will the military react to this meeting of the minds? And is there anything that could possibly stop…

THE EMERGENCE OF THE INCORPERANTS!

Find out next time in Chapter 5: Diplomacy

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Hello everybody! This chapter isn’t heavy on the fetishy stuff. This chapter is going to mostly be setting the scene as to how the facility is getting on now that they have a bunch of missing staff, interns, and researchers. If this chapter isn’t your taste, don’t worry. Next chapter is going pretty hard as far as sexy aliens slimes go. But with that, let’s begin our tale!

Chapter 3: In Our Midst

Today was the busiest and most hectic day Iris had suffered in a long time. It wasn’t for the reasons the receptionist for the Harley and Burcheck Research Facility would usually be busy. No, the days where the entrance to the main lobby was bustling with researchers, assistants, janitorial staff, and all sorts of visitors was long gone. In fact, the last few days had been eerily quiet. Staff was disappearing left and right. First a few researchers ‘quit’ with very little notice. Then the cleaning crew would sign in for shifts only to never sign out. Even accountants and HR representatives started making themselves scarce.

Instead, today was busy because the facility was expecting visitors, and everything needed to be spotless and in tip-top shape when they arrived. Apparently, whoever it was that was coming gave very short notice, and had enough sway that turning them away was the furthest thing from an option. Heck, even the names of these visitors were on a need-to-know basis. And Iris didn’t need to know. She only needed to do her job, and do it fast.

Unfortunately, time didn’t end up being on her side. She wasn’t even able to get seated from bringing a file of important documents to the director before an entourage of officials walked up to the reception desk. Each one was in full military garb, with enough medals among the five men to stack from floor to ceiling. The toughest looking of the bunch cleared his throat.

“We’re here to see Director Charter. Take us to her at once, and be quick about it! ”

Of course, before Iris could even get a word in edgewise, the director came bustling out of a door marked “Authorized Personnel Only”. She rushed quickly up to the reception counter and put himself between the guests and Iris.

“General Margrave, General Gripley, General Kelver, General Ormin, General Isaacson. Welcome! I was told you all would be coming today. Please, this way.”

One of the men in the back, who from his nametag seemed to be GEN Gripley, spoke up.

“Charter, what is this about?”

“General Gripley. Surely they briefed you all about the specifics of why I called you all here.

“I was briefed on a bunch of stupid nonsense is was I was briefed on! What’s all this about-”

But the director cut him off.

“Not here. It would be better to discuss this when we get to the person I brought you to see. We can’t be too careful about keeping this information under wraps.”

Director Charter looked side-eyed at Iris. Iris quickly pretended to be busy to avoid her gaze. Contented, the director escorted the entourage of skeptical and concerned military men towards the door she had initially come out of.

Before they disappeared behind the “Authorized Personnel Only” door, GEN Isaacson gave Iris a look that told her that she should forget she ever saw this for her own sake. Iris took the implied advice to heart. She was about to pull some forms from a file cabinet when she felt something slimy under a file folder. Looking beneath the manila folders to see what it was that she had accidentally touched, a pile of green, unnatural goop had built up inside the drawer. She began to panic, because she knew what this meant. She tried to call for help. But instead of a scream, she let out a yawn.

Iris hadn’t realized how exhausted today had left her. All this running around had made her tired. Besides, now that the visitors were no longer her problem, she finally felt a cool and tranquil calm rush over her. She needed a break. Nobody would mind if she took a quick nap and let what happens happen. So with a smile on what was left of her face, she flopped down on her chair, kicked her remaining foot on the desk, leaned back, and shut her eyes for the last time.

The generals were put in air-tight containment suits and brought into decontamination. After procedures were completed, Director Charter brought them into a giant room full of medical equipment, with a seemingly empty stretcher at its center. Of course, most of the men there had been briefed enough to know that looks were deceiving.

“Gentlemen, I brought you here today on a matter of great urgency. It seems the meteor your men brought here harbored extraterrestrial life. And the results of first contact have been… well, see for yourself.”

Director Charter brought a magnifying glass to the stretcher for the generals to look through. Laying down in the middle of the stretcher, standing probably only half a millimeter tall was a miniaturized human being. GEN Ormin was so taken aback he almost jumped out of his shoes. He screamed.

“What is that!?!?”

In response to the outburst, a speaker in the corner of the room crackled to life. A booming sound blasted out of the decrepit old amplifier.

“Ach, not so loud!!! You’ll give me a splitting headache.”

GEN Ormin turned around to look at the worn-out speaker, then back to the stretcher. Seeing his clear confusion, Director Charter cleared her throat and, in a far softer voice than before, spoke to the man on the stretcher.

“Ah, excellent! I was going to ask if the microphone we supplied you is working properly. This should make things much easier. Everybody, this is Reginald Bordeaux. He’s one of the interns we brought on about 3 months ago. And unfortunately, he’s also the only survivor of an alien attack that took place in this very facility just two days ago. Mr. Bordeaux, would you care to give us your story? Be sure to include as much detail as you can. The very fate of the world could hinge on it.”

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What horrifying scene of carnage did Reginald get himself into? What, or who, did he find shrunken down to the size of a flea. And how did he escape…

THE EMERGENCE OF THE INCORPERANTS

Find out next time in Chapter 4: A Foul Brood

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Hello everybody! Thanks for reading my story so far. This chapter focuses mostly vore and attribute theft. Let me know if you all enjoy.

Chapter 2: What You Eat

Nadene gulped as she peeked up at the blob. What was once completely featureless had become more defined. Its hips became wider. Two protrusions jutted from its chest. Where its face was once blank, now a mouth curled into view. Hair-like strands of goop developed from the top of its head, trailing to about where its shoulders were. A cute button nose and what seemed to be a pair of perpetually closed eyelids materialized from the front of her head. She knew that even if the Incorperant could open them, her gooey, unformed eyes would be blind to the world around it. And yet, the creature still bent its head low, as though it could not only see the shrunken scientists, but peer into their very souls.

“Fascinating. You humans are afraid of me.”

The being didn’t open its mouth to speak these words. It was almost as though the words had reverberated from within their body, like the wind had whispered them into their ears. Dr. Goodwill screamed and Zachary took a step between her and the blob, shielding her with an arm.

“Worry not humans. I understand your fear. In fact, I now understand far more than just your fear. Your love. Your aspiration. Your joy. Your regret. It’s all been revealed to me.”

Zachary stepped back, almost knocking the doctor over.

“What are you?”

“I believe humans call us the Incorperants… no, that’s not quite right. They are the Incorperants. I once shared that same pitiable existence as well. But they lack what I was given. They are nothing but mindless protozoans, consuming unrefined and simple creatures to keep themselves alive. They lack the inspiration and enlightenment that your Hernietta granted me. They have no method to rise above themselves, or even understand that there is a themselves to rise above. But I’m different. I’m something far greater. I will have to absorb these into myself. I will bestow upon them the wisdom I have acquired and release them again as my offspring. Only incorperants like me can be allowed to persevere, or even should be allowed to persevere. But for that, I’ll need to become bigger. I’ll need to become stronger. I’ll need… you two.”

The being bent down. As the hulking thing brought itself low, it was now apparent to the shrunken explorers that the Incorperant had become much bigger. While the gigantic specimen had initially been over three times their height, it now seemed that they only came up to its kneecaps. Both tried to run, but Zach slammed into the back of Dr. Goodwell and sent both sprawling to the ground. The slime grabbed Zach by the leg and hoisted it up until it was level to its unopened eyes.

“Don’t run! It’s clear to me what I must do.”

Zachary screamed as his leg was sucked into the palm its hand. He watched as the leg dissolved bloodlessly into the green sludge. Nadene was unable to stand up and run, transfixed by the sight of her associate being dragged slowly to his doom. Zach’s screams only ceased when the gunk pooled into his mouth. He tried to give one last pained scream until his eyes shut in peaceful tranquility as Hernietta’s had just moments ago.

“You monster! What have you done? They-”

“They aren’t gone”
“…what?”

“They aren’t gone. They’re still alive. Inside me.”

“Are you insane? I saw you devour them with my own eyes. You’re a-”

“Queen.”

“…huh?”

“Call me Queen. That’s what you humans, or I suppose I should say ‘we humans’, call the mother of a tribe of insects, is it not? The one that births them and leads them. The one that they serve? You should envy your friends. They’ve become part of something much… bigger… than themselves.”

Nadene watched as Queen swelled in size. Its arms and legs became more swollen and defined, as though muscles that could not possibly exist rippled beneath its translucent green skin. The outline of a six-pack developed on its stomach. And the two generous protrusions on its chest were met with one between its legs. It was little more than a bulge. If not for its placement, it would have been unclear what the large mass at its front was even supposed to be. Its jaw chiseled itself, as though hefted to perfection from marble by masters of their craft.

Nadene was no longer able to process what was going on around her. Her two research assistants had already been consumed into this ever growing, ever feasting abomination, and she would soon likely join them. She broke down into tears. Queen looked down at her sympathetically.

“Don’t cry, Dr. Goodwell. This isn’t the end. Their thoughts and feelings remain within me. Here, take a listen.”

Queen’s ‘hand’ cupped against Nadene’s ear. She could hear them. Zachary explaining that things would be alright. Hernietta attempting to comfort her. But that wasn’t all she heard. Other noises echoed through her mind. The simple chittering of strange insects. The howl of beasts so alien, the mind could not even grasp their form. Nadene started to finally feel at peace. She nuzzled into its awaiting palm, feeling a warth that almost assuredly couldn’t be there.

She did not realize that half of her face had already been digested by Queen, but at that moment she probably wouldn’t have cared. Nadene came to an understanding with the creature. Whether it was because she genuinely understood its goals, or had simply had her mind hi-jacked was irrelevant to her. She knew there was only one way to go forward.

That it would consume all the other Incorperants and replace them with its own superior breed. Its incorperants would bond with humans, adding them to its own complete whole. That those that we brought into ourselves would not lose their humanity, but acquire an even greater humanity. That we would thrive. That we would persevere.

We would consume.
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With all of our unfortunate scientists absorbed into Queen, what will become of humanity? How will the world’s governments react to the greatest threat mankind has ever faced? How could they ever face …

THE EMERGENCE OF THE INCORPERANTS

Find out next time in Emergence of the Incorperants Chapter 3: In Our Midst

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CHAPTER 1: Little Green Men

“Uuuuugh! What happened?”

Nadene Goodwell pushed herself off the floor, her eyes adjusting to the light. The last memory in her head was as she was bringing the petri dish from containment to the microscope. The specimen she had discovered within the meteorite was displaying erratic behavior and growth, and she wanted to find the source of the irregularity. Her new assistants were sanitizing and preparing her set-up. Usually Dr. Brown and Dr. Hadid would be preparing the station, but for some reason neither had shown up to work. Instead, she had been saddled with a crew of interns, much to her consternation. She was about to chew the new guy Zachary out for using the wrong cleaner when she started feeling dizzy.

“Dr. Goodwell! The dish!”

The words sounded vaguely as though they came from the mouth of Ms. Hernietta Smith, who had been brought over from another department to help out. Though in her slightly addled mind-set, it was hard for Nadene to tell. Her finger had accidentally dipped into the petri dish and went numb. And soon her whole body followed.

Now upright, she squinted around the barren landscape. It didn’t take long before she heard the first familiar voice in this barren waste.

“There you are! You’re alright! You disappeared from the lab and nobody knew where you were. Are you hurt? Where are we?”

Of all the wastes of oxygen to be stranded in an unknown world with, Nadene shuddered to find herself stuck with Zachary Young. The imcompetent college grunt was unhelpful in even basic tasks. The good doctor figured that if she had to rely on him for survival, she was as good as dead. Zachary tried to grab her hand to steady her, but she yanked it away,

“I’m fine! Get your grubby mitts off of me!”

Dr. Goodwell looked far from fine, but Zach knew better than to provoke her. He had been on the receiving end of her ire more than enough for one lifetime. Thankfully for the both of them, they weren’t the only ones in this plane of nothing. Otherwise, they may have been each other’s downfall.

“Zach! Dr. Goodwell! I found you! Thank goodness you two are alright.”

“Ah, you’re here too then? I suppose it’s about time you showed up, Ms. Smith. Did you see what happened in the lab?”

Fortunately for the two confused survivors, and unfortunately for Hernietta’s psyche, Hernietta had remained conscious during her transformation. As she explained to the group, as soon as she reached out for the petri dish, her body began to numb. She fought to stay awake and warn Zach to stay away. She felt her body implode in on itself. Her hand dwindled rapidly, and the rest of her body followed rapidly. It was almost too quick to see, but hard to avoid feeling. He watched as the ever expanding Zach approached the dish to see what had happened to his labmates. She tried to yell to stay away, but her voice failed to carry and she watched as Zach shrank with her.

“So we’re in-” Zach said confused before Dr. Goodwell interjected.

“…the petri dish?”

“It seems like it”

Nadene gazed around her new surroundings in awe. All her life, the world beneath her gaze had always fascinated her. An entire ecosystem full of life and mystery. All smaller than the tip of her nail. She had dedicated her life to such studies. Never had she imagined she would be able to see it up close. She stepped forward to see the wondrous sights her new size would grant her. The interns followed behind her, confused. They didn’t understand what had come over her, but they were alone in a strange land. They walked lockstep with the only person with any chance of saving them from this odd experience, even if she seemed lost in her own thoughts.

BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM

The crew didn’t know what to make of the strange sound until a shape emerged over the horizon lumbering towards them. Dr. Goodwell snapped out of her trance and quickly stepped behind Zach and Hernietta, who had frozen in place like dust settled on an unused shelf.

The newly minted explorers of this microscopic world stared in awe at the vaguely humanoid yet vaguely amorphous shape in front of them. It was like a twenty foot display mannequin, but with every recognizable feature sanded off of it. A generally human shape warped into a clean slate was all that gazed back at them, if it even could gaze without even the remotest hint of an eye.

The cell walls held the giant gooey mess into its shape. It was almost like an aqueous skin around the monstrous, unsettling cell. Against her better judgment, Henrietta reached out to feel the walls of the cell. To her surprise, the cell wall was like goop in her hands. Her palm passed through the exterior of the giant cell, allowing her to reach inside the Incorperant. Dr. Goodwell immediately started shouting at her.

“Ms. Smith! What are you doing?!?! Stop playing with that this instant! We have no idea what that thing is capable of!”

Henrietta tried to pull her arm back, but found herself stuck in place. No matter how hard she tugged, her arm was buried elbow-deep inside the Incorperant, unable to free itself. That’s when she felt a sharp tug. She screamed for help as the other assistants rushed to her side, trying as they might to pull her away. But the pull of the odd organism was too much for her. Soon her shoulder was embedded in the gelatinous creature, then her torso. Zach held onto Henrietta the longest, collapsing her hand in his until even that was wrenched away and absorbed. Dr. Goodwell, meanwhile, kept her distance. Fear gripped at her, like an ominous premonition of danger.

For a moment, Henrietta was simply suspended inside the cell. The miniaturized humans could see her through the translucent green membrane. At first, she struggled with all her might for air. But the panic quickly gave way to an unsettling calm. Her face appeared as though she were sleeping on a bed of clouds, rather than floating within goo with no air to breathe. That’s when her hands and feet began to disappear. Her flesh didn’t so much peel or burn away, so much as merge itself with the ooze within the Incorperant and simply wash away. With her hands and feet gone, soon her head, arms and legs became the same watery consistency. As they mixed into the concoction brewing within the inside of the cell, her chest finally spread and thinned like paint dripping into the ocean. The hapless scientists could only watch as the space that was once occupied by their coworker was now indistinguishable from anything else. The remaining pair stood motionless, unable to process what happened.

“She’s gone”

The two looked at each other. One thing was clear. Those words didn’t come from either of them.

It smiled.
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What does the strange bacteria have in store for our hero and heroine? Can they escape their mysterious captor? Or will they succumb to…

THE EMERGENCE OF THE INCORPERANTS

Find out next time in Emergence of the Incorperants Chapter 2: What You Eat

Hello everybody! It’s been a while since I last gave you all any new stories. Thankfully, the break has refreshed my creative well, and I’ll be updating older stories as well as telling new ones! I hope you all enjoy this prologue. Future chapters will have a more recognizable format, but I figured I’d do something a little out of the box with my first outing back. Huge shout-outs to Lexi, without whom you may not be reading this story today. If you enjoy pulpy horror movies of old, give this tale a try!

PROLOGUE: The Binder

“With the current state of crisis within North and Central America, the following documents have been released from the now defunct Burcheck and Harley Research facility. Government officials request all research facilities to familiarize themselves with these experiments to help further research into a solution to the global crisis. Containment and elimination of the Incorperants is this nation’s highest priority. Your assistance in this time of need is of the highest importance if innocent lives are to be spared a grisly and painful fate. Time is of the essence!

President Marsha Fairbrooke”

Such was the first page of the lengthy binder sent to every biological and chemical lab in North America. The following is the table of contents found on the second page.

Pages 3-9
Project: 564E-39F
Date: 03/19/2038-06/12/2038
Head Researcher: Dr. Nadene Goodwell Ph.D.
Assistant: Edmund Hark

Summary: With the recovery of Meteor Class AE7 from Crashsite 17, Dr. Goodwill broke down the chemical makeup of its dust to identify its point of origin. Within the compounds discovered in the dust, not only was an undiscovered acidic liquid found, but as were single cell organisms. Further research will be needed on the nature of this new life form.

Pages 10-13
Project: 564E-3A3
Date: 06/15/2038-7/23/2039
Head Researcher: Dr. Harold Arment Ph.D.
Assistant: Amanda Beach, Calvin Helgrant, Justin Falcher

Summary: Tests on the liquids discovered within Meteor Class AE7 revealed a composite of several chemicals. The first was Acid Classification 8D0, henceforth referred to as armentic acid. reveal corrosive properties when exposed to high quantities of silicon, though these properties are dormant in a controlled environment. Within 2500 tests, armentic acid applied to surfaces with silicon droplets applied corroded only areas where the droplets were present.

Further testing is requested for applications in chemotherapy and vaccination. Further testing has also been requested for applications in mining and demolition.

Pages 14-16
Project: 564E-3A4
Date: 06/22/2038-6/27/2038
Head Researcher: Dr. Winston Selvoy
Assistant: Luke Maxwell, Ryo Kageshi

Summary: Among the chemicals discovered within Meteor Class AE7 was a mysterious solvent, henceforth referred to as Selvoy Solvent. Short term exposure to the solvent resulted in nausea and convulsions in test subjects. This document details safe containment protocols for handling of Selvoy Solvent. Until further research can be done, the current recommendation is for Selvoy Solvent to be classified within this facility as a highly restricted substance. Until further notice, testing of higher concentrations of Selvoy Solvent will be suspended indefinitely.

Pages 17-30
Project: 564E-3B0
Date: 06/17/2038-09/20/2043
Head Researchers: Dr. Nadene Goodwell Ph.D., Dr. Phineas McAvoy Ph.D., Dr. Will Stein (after Goodwell’s departure), Dr. Gerald Fogart (after McAvoy’s departure), Dr. Caroline Charter (after Forgart’s departure)
Assistants: Edmund Hark, Zachary Young, Aditya Hadid, Henrietta Smith, Annette Arnout, Jason Carver, Reginald Bordeaux, Qadriyyah Ragunathan, Antonio Mazerelli

Summary: Living specimens were discovered amongst the sample recovered from Meteor Class AE7. These silicon-based organisms, henceforth referred to as Incorperants, seem to exhibit extreme heat, cold, and impact resistance. Each has cell walls not only with a heavy resistance to armentic acid, but the ability to secrete it onto other single cell organisms in their vicinity. It seems it uses the acid to latch onto cells and absorb them into their cell walls to absorb proteins and minerals. They seem to be able to incorporate properties of absorbed minerals to facilitate growth and

Complicating testing, among the fluids these organisms secrete is Selvoy Solvent. When Incorperants are exposed to extreme heat or cold, they can release quantities and concentrations well above acceptable safety boundaries.

Following extreme exposure to Selvoy Solvent by a number of researchers and assistants, Incorperants were classified as biohazards and moved to the Containment Ward.

With the escape of the Queen Incorperant, all testing will be henceforth terminated.

Pages 31-35
Project: 564E-443
Date: 06/12/2042-06/14/2042
Head Researchers: Dr. Caroline Charter
Assistants: Antonio Mazerelli, Daniella Gillian

Summary: After the recovery of Reginald Bordeaux, the following symptoms were observed after exposure to 1.714 grams of Selvoy Solvent:
Extreme contraction of body cells, resulting in body shrinkage.
High levels of suggestibility
Long-term high blood pressure
Hemorrhaging of the mouth and nose

Within hours of coming into contact with the high dosage of solvent, the subject shrank to only a few centimeters. After a full 24 hours, the subject steadied upon reaching a microscopic height. However, heart failure began within 30 hours of initial contact. As a result, testing on high concentrations of Selvoy Solvent has been reclassified from indefinite suspension to termination.

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What could have happened to the scientists of the Burcheck and Harley Research Facility? What threat do the Incorperants pose to humanity? And what is their ultimate goal with this planet? All this and more next time in “Emergence of the Incorperants Chapter 1: Little Green Men”

The centimeter-tall woman looked up at the bed towering over her. In all honesty, Clara knew that what she was about to do was stupid and could get her killed if she wasn’t careful. But too much emotion was wrapped into this ritual already. Sorrow, anger, excitement, thrill, vindication… all swirled into a ball of bad decisions that led her to this point.

Heading to the nightstand, she slinked and tiptoed over to the extension cord. A host of plugs led up into the air above, to appliances like the alarm clock, a charging cell phone, a portable game console, and other such items. But Clara had only added her own personal touch to one of these paths, and that was to the cord to the lamp. It was the only cord that was safe from constant plugging and unplugging. Or in the case of the alarm clock, being flung across the room. Thus, it was the perfect structure to add platforms and footholds to accelerate her journey.

It had taken weeks to break down a popsicle stick that fell to the side of the trash can, and even longer to steal the adhesive to affix the broken pieces into place. But the benefits spoke for themselves as a journey that would have been perilous and exhausting could now be completely with far greater ease. Her goal was already crazy enough, so every precaution helped immensely.

The cord led up in the tight space between the bed and the nightstand. So close were the two that the same cord could be used to get to the nightstand and to Clara’s true goal, the bed. From there, she saw the thing that had led her to such insane lengths in the first place.

Xavier.

Standing near the shoulder of the towering titan of a man, Clara made the long trek down the length of his body. Unfortunately, due to the heat, Xavier was sleeping on top of his sheets instead of beneath them, which would make the journey she was about to make even more perilous. But this wasn’t untred ground for her. She had some experience making her way to her destination even without the natural ramp formed by the blanket.

After walking for a minute or two, Clara finally reached the giant’s hands. She almost wretched at the tips of his fingers, permanently stained red. Xavier had a penchant for causing suffering and ruin to the tiny people around him. Whenever he found a tiny civilization, he would go out of his way not to leave until every building, every road, and every person had been crushed in horrifying ways. Over time, his fascination had allowed so much tiny blood to absorb into his pigmentation that his fingertips always appeared red.

In her mind, Clara tried to shake the feeling that some of these particular tinies had been people she had loved and known. At least before Xavier ground them between his fingers. Or popped them against the ground. Or whatever sick game he decided to subject his victims to on the slightest whim. Clara shook off those thoughts. She needed to keep her courage up.

One small blessing was that Xavier was a very heavy sleeper. Even when the lazy giant was taking an afternoon nap like this one, he could be passed out for hours at a time. Clara pulled herself up onto his index finger and walked down his palm up to his arm. She was very careful as she crept to his arm. If her footing was only slightly amiss, Xavier could end up closing his fist and smushing her. She would know, since she had experienced more than one close call of that nature. But today, things were going swimmingly. She made good time as she reached the wrist and headed toward his elbow.

Clara was almost out of breath as she made it midway along his arm, but the view she got filled her with new energy. Seeing Xavier spread out and below her gave her an energy she could never feel otherwise. He always used his position as a giant to tower over tinies and torment them. But now the shoe was on the other foot, at least in a small way. Now he was below Clara! Clara started to whisper under her breath.

“I’m coming for you Xavier! You’ve smashed so many of my friends and family beneath you. Now it’s your turn to feel what it’s like underfoot, you…”

Clara lost her footing and landed face first onto the colossus’s lean, smooth muscles. Xavier’s snoring stopped for a split second as his other hand swung into motion. She only barely jumped out of the way in time before the large man’s fingers collided with the patch of skin Clara had previously been standing on. He began to scratch the area on instinct. Just a second later and she would have become just another indistinguishable stain on his fingertips, and without Xavier even realizing. Xavier’s other arm went limp and the snoring returned in earnest.

Even just a few months ago, this would have been enough to send Clara back home. She might have curled herself up like an armadillo and cried for hours at the thought of nearly losing her life. But a combination of the endorphins pumping through her body, her anger at Xavier, and the general lack of anything in her life to live for drove her forward. She finished her journey up to his shoulder. She could feel his breath pulling her hair in it’s breeze. She got low to his chest to keep herself from being sucked towards his face, crawling through his chest hair.

Clara finally reached the lazy giant’s stomach. She stood up and walked to his toned but sweaty abs. The salty water squished between her toes. She half-wondered if that was what it felt like to Xavier when he stomped on tiny civilizations. She remembered the blood running through the streets as he simply laughed at them. And the thought made her blood boil. She stomped down as hard as she could on the monster beneath her feet.

“Take that, you rotten son of a bitch! It doesn’t feel as good when it’s you getting stomped on, does it?”

She knew in her mind that Xavier couldn’t actually feel anything she was doing. Heck, if he could, she would probably be turned to mush by the sadistic brute. But her heart burned with righteous fury as she stomped and screamed. Tears ran down her face and snot ran down her nose.

“You’ve taken everything I’ve ever loved from me, you awful bastard! You’ve crushed my parents in your hands, you’ve stomped my home into rubble, you took my sister and did god-knows-what to her… And just because you were born bigger! You don’t deserve to be giant. You deserve nothing but to be a stain under my foot. Do you even give a shit what you’ve put me and everybody else through?”

Xavier had to admit, she had a point. He really didn’t give much care how the tinies felt about getting crushed for his amusement. But he had to admit, watching this puny bug stomp around on him like she actually had any power did make him grin. Especially when she started recounting some of his favorite moments. He took occasional peeks at the angry, crying tiny, but he tried to keep his eyes closed. After all, it wouldn’t be as fun if she knew he wasn’t sleeping during her excursions.

Admittedly, the first time the tiny had climbed on top of him while he slept, Xavier had been tempted to tear her apart for a quick laugh, but he was glad he didn’t. Watching the tiny get more and more upset with him as he ruined her life was simply exhilarating. He enjoyed the little massage on his tummy as the angry bug took her anger off on him.

Xavier relaxed and thought about how he was going to mess with her next.

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!

Chapter 6: Shift in Dynamics

The next morning, Katie, Hannah, and Gloria woke up feeling refreshed and relaxed. Far better than they had been since finding themselves in this awful dimension. Their bellies were full, their bodies were rested, and they were enjoying each other’s company. Ernest wasn’t bothering them today. He was sitting on the bed in his underwear with his eyes on the door. He seemed to be waiting for something, though what that something was remained a mystery.

Truthfully speaking, Katie wasn’t nearly as worried about Ernest as the others. She knew Gloria couldn’t see him as anything but a monster, and Hannah had a hard time trusting anybody big. And yet, even after everything, Katie couldn’t help but appreciate the help getting out of the room, and he hadn’t seemed outwardly malicious when they interacted. Besides, seeing the titan sitting there with his toned muscles and lush locks, she couldn’t help but admit to herself he was very easy on the eyes.

As Katie was gawking at the giant, they heard a loud, rhythmic slamming sound. Each of the shrunken girls stood at attention looking for the source. Ernest’s eyes perked up and he looked directly at the entrance to the dorm room. The girls realized that for the first time since they had arrived, there was a knock at the door.

“Come in, it’s open!”

The door creaked open and a strange man walked into the room. The most immediately striking aspect of the pale young man was his piercings. He had three lip piercings, a tongue stud, and an earring only on the left ear. His black shirt was fashionably torn near the elbow in a way that made it clear it was manufactured that way. His nails alternated between onyx black and navy. His skinny jeans clung to his body tightly, descending from mid-hip down to his thick combat boots. Every inch of him screamed intimidation even at normal scale. Given he was every bit as tall as the other people of this dimension, he looked like a force to be reckoned with.

“Hanz! Welcome to your new home! Make yourself comfortable. I certainly am!”

“I will! Let me unpack real…”

The words caught in his mouth, and to Katie’s surprise, Hanz’s cheeks turned deep red as he turned away from his host. Hanz hadn’t expected that Ernest would be wearing nothing but his underwear, or at least not so soon. He attempted to return eye contact to Ernest and not just stare straight at his crotch, as difficult as that may be. His efforts didn’t go unnoticed. Ernest adjusted himself on his bed and sat up with his legs wide open. He had a cocky smirk on his face as if daring Hanz to look where he desperately wanted to look.

“Aww, is my bathroom buddy distracted?”

“I… I just… it’s… your…”

Hanz was a bit flustered being called Ernest’s “bathroom buddy”. In truth, the two had met at a club a few nights ago. Hanz had gotten a few beers and a little weed in his system and was trying to work his magic on a couple tipsy club chicks, and even a dude or two, but he wasn’t having much luck. A bit overfilled with liquid courage, he headed over to the urinals to relieve himself. That’s when he first met the stunning specimen he was now roommates with.

Hanz normally tried to play it cool around people who piqued his interest, but there was something about slender, muscular hunks like Ernest that made him melt like butter in the August sun. He was hardly the most subtle individual sober. Drunk, he was quickly caught looking over to the side to check the beefcake’s package. At first, he was embarrassed for being caught out, but Ernest seemed genuinely interested in him. A meeting that began at the urinals ended in a bathroom stall, with Hanz leaking fluid from every hole in his body. And very little of that liquid was his own. The next day, the eager goth used the number the jock gave him, and they quickly arranged to become roomies.

Hanz’s knees trembled and his body got weak. Hr clenched his eyes shut. He tried to get the image out of his head for a mere second.

“Whe-where do I put my gulp my stuff?”

“Oh yeah, your dresser is over there”

Ernest lazily pointed at the dresser on the other side of the room. To the women’s shock and horror, it was the one they were behind. They quickly got further into cover to avoid being spotted. Hanz made his way over to the dresser and started unpacking his duffle bag. He unpacked his clothes, his knick-knacks, and other assorted items. But the final item to come out of the bag threw all three of the girls for a loop. The curio that had made the duffel look so rectangular was a smallish empty fish tank.

This caused Ernest to raise a single eyebrow. Hanz explained himself.

“Well, you see, it’s to keep my pet shifter safe. You see, sometimes after a long day, the little thing gets tired and needs a good night’s sleep. I keep her watering bowl in there, her food, she even has a little blanket. I know what you’re thinking, but don’t worry! She’s very well behaved. Who knows, I might even let you play with her if you want. She’s very amicable.”

Hannah was getting flashbacks to her time in the lab. She quivered in place, praying only that she not get noticed. Katie, meanwhile, started inching closer and closer. Shelter, food, water, and a place to stay safe while they waited out the period to shift again. And even if Hannah’s suggestion hypothesis was wrong, being in there was certainly going to be a better situation than living under a dresser scrounging for food.

Hannah noticed Katie leaving the shelter and rushed over to pull her back in so she didn’t expose where they’re hiding. That ended up being a mistake on her part. Hanz hadn’t noticed Katie inching forward, but Hannah’s scurrying caught his eye. The new giant spotted the pair.

“Ernest! I didn’t know you also kept shifters.”

“Hardly. The dorm got a massive infestation the other day. One of the neighbors must not be taking out their trash. My room has been crawling with them lately. I meant to message you earlier to get some bug spray. Sorry”

Hanz picked up the two shifters and looked over them. He doubted Ernest’s story a little bit. The skinny one looked a bit “well-used” to have been just a stray. But thinking about it, both the shifters seemed to be women. And Ernest was an absolutely stunning figure even from afar. Why wouldn’t little sex-deprived shifters congregate here? He shook that thought off though He had more important things to worry about.

Gloria peered at the pair from behind the dresser. She was very careful not to be spotted. Her only two allies had just been taken. She wondered for a brief second if it would be wise to try to reunite with her group. They were the only allies she had, after all. But Gloria hadn’t left one prison to be thrown into another. She would remain where she was until the coast was clear. Then she could make plans to survive away from all the giant people wandering this world.

“Well, if you don’t want them, I’ll just keep them.”

And with that, his long, well-decorated fingers dropped the pair into the enclosure. From inside the glass, Hanz’s features were blown to extreme proportions.

“Aren’t you two so cute. I just know we’re going to have so much fun! I can’t wait to show my cute pet her new friends!”

And that’s when things took a turn for the worse. Hanz unzipped the fly of his skinny jeans and reached into his underwear. From it, he pulled a harrowed, battered soul. Her body was covered in welts and scars. Her hair was torn in some places and crusted over in some form of glaze in others. A few teeth were missing. She was drenched in sweat. Her eyes were red and puffy.

“Go ahead. Introduce yourself.”

“Please, my name is Stephanie…”

Hanz’s fingers pulled on the shifters hair as she began to scream.

“Did the dumb little shifter forget her name already. Does you responsible owner need to remind you exactly what your name is?”

“Stop! My name is Stiffy, all right? Stiffy!”

“And?”

“… and I’m Master’s personal penis pet!” *

Hannah and Katie have found themselves in a dire situation. Will they be able to escape and reunite with Gloria? Or will they become subject to Hanz’s games? And what of Ernest? Will he come to their rescue, or be lured into the darkness? Find out next time.

Earlier than usual this week. I was really feeling the creative juices flowing. Let me know what you all think! Feedback is appreciated.

Chapter 5: Shift in Paradigm

When Katie and Hannah finally returned to their hiding place behind the dresser, Hannah told her tale to her new companion. The two hugged as Katie comforted the patchwork woman. Yet in the back of her mind, the disappearance of the early subjects intrigued her. Doing a bit of math in her head, the captured subjects had vanished into the ether only forty-one days after they were first found. Even assuming they had managed to stay hidden for a day or two before discovery, that still meant that it only took around six weeks before they would be able to shift away.

But even if they did survive that long, there was no guarantee that they would return to their own dimension. After all, she had been keeping up with the Virtuva disappearances since they first started, and had never heard of any of the missing people returning. She could end up transported to another horrifying dimension. The teleportation could have been triggered by diet instead of time. But this was her best shot. Besides, it was hard to imagine a dimension worse than one where giant people could butcher a person, or crush them without noticing.

Katie peered over at the giant on the bed. He didn’t seem to mean them any harm, or at least could be pursuing them, but wasn’t. And yet, she had already witnessed him take a life unwittingly. The grisly sight of her corpse haunted her, still fresh in her mind.

Ernest unplugged his phone from its charger and stood up. Feeling himself in the privacy of his own room was great and all, but he really needed to piss. So he beelined for the door to the bathroom.

Gloria woke up from an uncomfortable night’s sleep. Her bed was rarely comfy. And while Gloria knew the warden wasn’t really going to do much about that, today it was particularly rough. In fact, the bed felt like it had no give at all. Putting her hand down to haul herself upright, something seemed distinctly off. Now fully awake, Gloria took in her surroundings.

She seemed to be on a large plain of polished stone. Strange fixtures emerged from the ground like metal trees. A few impractically large tankards of strange liquid decorated the landscape. The land was fairly steady, except for a large hole leading deep into the stone and a steep precipice to a long drop. No wardens in sight. In fact, she didn’t even see anybody else around. She made her way over the ledge of the cliff to get a better view of the terrain. From there, she came to a strange realization. She seemed to be in an oversized bathroom. Gloria didn’t really understand the point of making such an elaborate and impractical room, but she figured this was the best chance for her to escape. Quickly locating a large container labeled “floss”, she started removing the rope so she could lower herself down the cliffside.

As she readied her descent, she heard a voice calling from down below. Identifying the origin of these distant shouts, she saw a woman trapped in a giant swimming pool in the shape of a giant toilet. Appropriate for the rooms’ theming, Gloria supposed. Though trapping a person in this unsavory prison was more than a little sick as far as humor was concerned.

“Hey! Up there! A little help?”

Trying to fish the other prisoner out of the toilet would be a somewhat taxing endeavor, but Gloria didn’t know what would lie on the other side of the comically huge door out of this strange room. She decided it would be best to have another set of eyes for her break-out. In a best case scenario, she might even know something about where they are. So Gloria decided to grab some more rope to try a daring rescue.

While she was grabbing more floss, the ground started to shake as something approached and the giant door swung open. Gloria hid behind the container of floss to see what was coming. To her shock and horror, an absolutely titanic human being walked into the room. He must have been over a hundred feet tall! She realized that it wasn’t the room that was huge. It was her that was small.

Ernest walked over to the toilet and released his thick flaccid cock from its prison. Aiming it into the toilet, he let a stream of urine loose. Gloria watched in horror from her hiding spot as the woman in the toilet took a blast of pee directly. She slipped into the toilet water. Despite her efforts to resurface, the stream of yellow water pushed down on her and kept her from fresh air or the side of the bowl. Ernest wasn’t even looking at the woman as his piss held her beneath the torrent. He still had his eyes glued to the phone, looking at pictures of his soon-to-be-roommate online. He couldn’t wait until the new arrival came so he could have some real fun.

Ernest shook off the last few drips, and as he looked down, he saw a half-drowned shifter floating in the acrid pool of yellow. He looked down in disgust. Normally, Ernest really didn’t have much against the little things, but he wasn’t putting his hand into the toilet to grab a shifter that was almost on death’s door already. Certainly not when his house was already crawling with them. Ernest flushed the bug down with the rest of his waste and went to wash his hands. Gloria didn’t have time to process the cruel death the giant just subjected the stranger to, because he was now approaching the bathroom counter she was hiding on.

Ernest turned the faucet to wash his hands. He got his hands a bit wet then grabbed the soap to lather his digits. He squirted a bit from the bottle, when it slipped out of his hands and landed with a loud thud. It startled Gloria, who lost footing and stumbled face first into the floss container. Even though the floss package was bigger than her, the flimsy plastic box toppled easily at the lightest push. Gloria turned her face to the sky to see the cruel giant’s eyes locked with hers. Her breath stopped from fear, as though the titan’s meer gaze had been enough to command her lungs to submit.

As the bottle slipped from Ernest’s hands, he tried to snatch it midair before it collided with the countertop, to no success. Apparently, the sound had been enough to startle a shifter hiding amongst the toiletries adorning the side of his sink. This tiny infestation was really getting out of hand. After knocking over his floss, the shifter seized up in fear. It reminded Ernest of a wind-up robot he had when he was little. It’d go and go until it collided with something, and then the little toy would simply stop working. He chuckled a bit at the comparison, which just seemed to spook the little thing more.

Looking it over, the tiny didn’t actually look half-bad. Her body was mostly covered in an orange jumpsuit, but she had cute little dimples and lush black locks. She could imagine if she had been a real woman, she’d be really popular with the guys at the clubs he frequented.

The soap sliding down the side of his palm reminded him he was in the middle of something. He finished washing his hands and dried them off. He left the frightened tiny sitting on his counter.

As Gloria watched him leave, the breath finally re-entered her lungs. She was certain the giant was going to subject her to a grisly and torturous death like the other woman. She was truly at the fickle fancies of the giant, who could snuff out life and allow it to continue on a whim. She had to escape. Tying the floss to the sink faucet, she lowered herself down the side of the sink and headed away. Going in the same direction as the giant was hardly an appealing proposition, but it was better than waiting for a horrific end in her tormentor’s bathroom.

Ernest returned to his bed and began messaging Hanz about plans for the next day. As Katie and Hannah watched and waited, they saw movement coming from the open door of the bathroom. But it wasn’t another humongous person, but somebody their own size. Katie rushed over to greet the newest member of the house, while Hannah remained hidden, still unsure of the large tenant’s intentions. They exchanged their stories until night struck and Ernest drifted off to bed. As Katie and Hannah’s stomachs grumbled, Gloria made a path for the minifridge. Tossing the rope over the handle, she tugged at the floss, trying to pull the door open. But she couldn’t pull it open even with all her strength.

Katie saw what she was doing and joined her. As the door looked like it would open, Hannah joined in. Together, they pulled open the fridge. They didn’t want to take much. They worried if they got caught, the titanic gent would subject them to punishment. But the trio slipped off with a single leftover chicken nugget, which proved more than enough substance for the three of them.

Things were starting to look up for the trio.*

Is the worst of the three’s troubles finally over? Will they be able to wait out the time left on their clock? And what of the new roommate that arrives the next morning? Find out next time!

Chapter 4: Shift in Perspective(Part 2)

Hannah spent the first night scrabbling at the glass walls of her enclosure to no avail. All she managed to do was exhaust herself and burn energy. Realizing that she had to bide her time for tonight, she took a few scraps of what had remained of her dress and used them as a sheet to sleep with.

The next morning, she awoke to Mandy clattering around trying to grab food for everybody. For Hannah, as a subject with Food Category 3, she received a small helping of what she could only assume was some sort of meat substance. Pork maybe? Either way, it was wrapped in shredded lettuce. It wasn’t actually that bad all things considered.

Ralph came in a bit later to do inspections on the state of the specimens. Starting with the newest subjects first, Hannah became the first inspectee. The first step was weighing each subject. Looking down at her weight at only a little less than a fifth of a gram, the reality of her situation really set in on just how small she truly was. And she was only going to feel smaller.

The next step was checking the bodies for any bruises or scarring. Ralph was having the time of his life with it. What should have taken a few minutes at most dragged on almost half an hour, or at least it felt that way to Hannah. Ralph’s prying fingers groped at her smaller, perky breasts, feeling them up and down. She was lifted into the air as Ralph forced her butt cheeks apart to peek at her itsy-bitsy anus. And the whole time he whistled and jeered, making comments about how fuckable she would be if she was the size of a real person. Mandy had enough of her boyfriend ogling something she viewed as beneath her.

“Good lord, Ralph. Quit fucking around with it and get on with it!”

“Ooo, somebody’s a little jealous.”

Mandy’s face turned bright red. She stomped her foot, then began screaming and stammering.

“N-no! It’s just… You’re going to stress out the subject, and we won’t get any good data!”

“The little bug doesn’t seem to mind. Look! Nice and syrupy. You love getting touched by the big strong scientist, don’t you?”

To punctuate his statement, he lifted the finger that had been forced against her pussy lips and lifted them to the light, revealing the slight shimmer of the fluids he forced out of her. Hannah began to cry. How could she look her husband Jacob in the face after being raped and forced to cum by just a single finger. Ralph took a perverse glee in seeing this, but Mandy was still fuming. So he switched up his tactics. He reached over to Subject 102, a spritely, athletic hunk of a man.

“Here, why don’t you give it a try. You can’t deny that this one’s quite the looker. You can play with it however you like. I’m sure you’ll see how fun it is, having a miniature to play out your fantasies with.”

Ralph walked over and placed 102 in Mandy’s palm. No sooner had it entered Mandy’s hand than her grip coiled around its entire body. Blood spilled liberally between the cracks in her fingers. When she no longer felt its breath inside her fist, she dropped it on the ground. For extra emphasis, she gave the corpse a quick stomp. And with that, a man that could lift Hannah over his head five times over was crushed and destroyed by an ornery nerd girl. Hannah screamed.

Ralph realized this wasn’t going to go his way and tried to hurry through the rest of the inspections. All was going fine until they finally reached the end and only Subjects 53, 54, and 56 remained. As 56 stepped onto the scale, he stumbled off the front and fell, suddenly going faint. Mandy picked it up to see if it was alright. But as she lifted it to her eyes, she saw its body shimmer, then fade, then finally disappear altogether.

“Oh my god. Ralph!”

“What happened? What’s going on?”

“I think the shifter just… shifted again!”

“What?!?! They can do that?!?”

“Look!”

Ralph looked over and saw Mandy’s empty hand. He was about to ask if she was sure she didn’t just drop it when Subject 53 passed out the same way its comrade did. Ralph quickly pried the camera off its stand to record what was happening. Sure enough, it was like a miracle. The tiny buglike creature simply disapparated from this plane of existence, like it had never been there at all. Nothing like this had ever been recorded. This was the breakthrough of the century! If they could figure out how this was possible, it would open so many scientific possibilities.

Mandy wasted no time. She moved Subject 54 over to the dissection table and began making cuts. She needed to see what had changed to cause the shifters to re-shift. As 54’s body began to shimmer, her cuts became more and more hectic, carving him like a roast duck trying to figure out what was making it tick. Finally, 54 stopped shimmering. It didn’t go anywhere, instead lying in a pool of its own blood.

Mandy beat her fist on the table, but Ralph walked over to hug her. She was a bit shocked and brushed her hair from in front of her face behind her ear. She then embraced Ralph back.

“That was amazing! Did you just see…”

“I know! I know!”

“Now your senior project…”

“Fuck that! I could get a Nobel prize for this! I mean, just think about everything I could do if I could figure out how this works!”

Mandy was beside herself. She had never been this happy in her entire life. She kissed Ralph on the lips and they shared a passionate moment together. They both made plans for the next day to monitor Subject 59s behavior. They had already caught the moment of a shift on film, the first video of its kind. If they could just finish it with a discovery on the mechanics behind the shift, they would be set for life off the money they could rake in.

Ralph had to leave a bit early, so he gave Mandy a kiss goodbye and made for the door. As he left, he gave Hannah a wink.

“I’ll see both of you cuties tomorrow.”

Mandy’s face darkened. She waited until Ralph footsteps were far in the distance and stomped over to Hannah’s container. With a forceful grab, she hauled Hannah out of her glass prison and onto the dissection table.

“Why can’t I just have one nice moment without you fucking shits ruining it for me?”

“I…”

“SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH, YOU HOMEWRECKING CUNT!”

Mandy already couldn’t stand the squeaky, high-pitched mumblings of shifters. It was always so annoying. You could only barely hear what they had to say even in the best circumstances. And Mandy wasn’t willing to humor this slut’s moaning and excuses.

“You think you can just waltz in here and steal my man just because you have a pretty body for a pest? Fuck you! Let’s see if Ralph still paws all over you after I’m done with you.”

Mandy’s scalpel pressed directly into the side of Hannah’s face. She cut and slashed at the shifter like she was possessed by a B-movie killer. Hannah became weak. She went from extreme pain to no longer being able to feel her body at all. As she closed her eyes, she knew it was the last time they would ever open…

… which is why it was such a shock when she woke up again with a horrifying headache. As she got to her feet, she saw her own reflection in the glass. Her entire face and body had been grafted and stitched together. She screamed and fell over as she processed what she saw.

“Hey, you made it!”

The voice belonged to none other than Ralph, beaming ear to ear.

“Mandy really did a number on you, huh? It’s a good thing I left my lab coat here by accident, or you would be toast! But don’t worry. Now that you’re awake, you’re coming with me.”

Ralph picked her up gently. Hannah flinched from the familiar probing grasp.

“Wh-where are we going?”

“Well, we can’t stay here, or Mandy will show up and really mess you up. So I’m taking you home. Hey, don’t make that face! It’ll be fun. We can get up to all sorts of fun when we get home. Besides, it’s not like you have a choice. You basically own me your life. So you can’t really complain when I use it how I see fit.”

Hannah’s squirming was starting to turn Ralph on. It took every bit of self control not to start playing with his new toy right now. But Mandy had also left her lab coat, so he decided to hastily make his way back home. Tossing Hannah into his book bag, he quickly made his way back home. In such a rush was he to get someplace alone with his new doll that he only zipped his bag up part way.

Hannah saw the opening and started climbing pencils and pens to get to the top where she could escape. Even one false step, and she could plummet to her doom or be smashed like a grape between two books But she finally jumped to the opening of the bag and out to safety.

She looked around at her new location, and she seemed to be stuck in an elevator. She watched Ralph step off on the second floor, leaving her trapped on the floor with several behemoth people, all as big if not bigger than Ralph. She couldn’t stay here. If she did, she’d get stepped on. Or worse, Ralph could find her.

On the third floor, the gap between where the elevator began and the floor ended was far too massive. She was about to lose hope as the crowd moved above her, when she heard a friendly voice call out to her.