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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.

Chapter 2: A Step into the Future

When the final tests had been completed and it was clear that whatever had afflicted Mrs. Hale would not continue to shrink her, she was released into the care of her loving husband. Theodore held Gabriella close to his chest. She stroked the hairs on his chest reassuringly. They embraced each other for a few minutes that felt to them like their entire lifetime. Teddy was unwilling to let go of his wife after coming so close to losing her. But life must go on, and Teddy signed the paperwork to bring his beautiful Gabby gal back home.

Even taking the car to and fro was an immeasurably harder challenge for Gabby. The seatbelt was too big to keep her safe, and she didn’t want to splat against the console in case of a sudden stop. Teddy placed her inside the chest pocket of his polo shirt, and used a loose thread along the seam and a pen to fashion a makeshift like the ones you would see at an amusement park attraction.

Gabby wanted to discuss her future now that things looked very bleak for the both of them. She was the main provider for the household, and Teddy was a stay-at-home husband. Without her income, it was unlikely that they would be able to maintain anywhere even close to the standard of living they had before.

But before she could broach the topic, Teddy had a number of bombshells to drop on her already fragile sense of normalcy. Apparently, she had been out for a while. Her company had now gone to new management in her absence. The personal lawyer she held on retainer had filed a lawsuit for workplace compensation for her injury, but the case would be expensive and could drag on for years potentially.

When they finally reached home, Gabby had Teddy go onto her computer and check on their current financial situation. Gabby and Teddy signed a prenuptial agreement before their marriage to protect Gabriella’s fortune and company in case the marriage didn’t work out. There was no distrust between the two, but SHC was very important to her and she didn’t want her control of the company endangered by having to split the value of her share of the company. Teddy was very understanding and was more than willing to oblige for his fiance. However, now things had changed, and it was clear that a number of bank accounts and portfolios that had been exclusively Gabby’s would now need to be managed by Teddy, so he needed all the passwords to access them.

The first password shared was the one to her stock holdings in SHC. Teddy was mildly amused that the password was ‘W!nt3rSn0ww3’. Winter had been her mother’s maiden name, and Snowwe had been Teddy’s last name before he married. Unfortunately, because Gabriella had issued stock in SHC to fund her new project, and had gone into a coma before she could secure her share, she now didn’t have enough sway to get her position reinstated. It looked like between this and the ongoing lawsuit that the company her dad had brought up by his own hand had slipped through her grasp.

The password to her personal savings account was the next to get shared. ‘Ten24/201Nine’. This would be an easy one to remember. He still recalled how sweaty his hands were as Gabby made her way down the aisle to exchange those eternal vows. He could even vividly relive in his mind the scent of pumpkin and squash coming from the fields as they exited the chapel to start his new life as part of a new fulfilling whole. He could even feel the tender grip of his new partner for life as she placed her hands in his to keep them warm in the strong autumn breeze. But in that moment, although her hands were chilly, he felt a warmth that would rival the hottest desert summer.

Gabby had a lot less in that account than she remembered. She had poured so much of her resources and wealth into making her father’s company a success, that her own financial well being suffered. While her account certainly had enough that if they sold their mansion and moved to a far cheaper home in an okay neighborhood, they could reasonably keep themselves afloat for about six years. But it didn’t seem like her affliction would just magically go away in this timeframe. What guarantee was there that Teddy would be able to find work that would adequately care for both of them, especially since most of her stuff would need to be custom made to serve her particularly unique disability? That wasn’t even taking into account that most household chores would be beyond her capabilities at this size, and Teddy would have to do the work of providing and work of home maintenance.

Gabby began to hyperventilate. The magnitude of the situation was settling in and freaking her out. As she whimpered to herself, she felt a gentle poke to the top of her head. Looking up, she saw Teddy gently patting her on the head. She felt a bit embarrassed for making Teddy worry about her, especially after everything that’s been going on recently. She was glad to have him as her rock.

“Don’t worry, Gabby gal! I’ve promised to always be at your side in sickness and in health, and that’s what I’m going to do!”

After a long round of discussions, we came to the agreement that Teddy would try to find work he could do from home so that if anything happened to Gabby, he would be readily available. Gabby would be given minor cleaning roles, like for tile bathroom floors, while Teddy would be in charge of most of the big ones.

They also listed the mansion for sale as they searched around for a new home. There were several fantastic memories in these walls, but they would just have to create even more for the next place.

For the first time since she had returned to the world at large, Gabby felt like things were going to be okay.*

We have a plan, but plans often fall apart in the face of reality. Will things turn out for the better or worse for our lovers? Tune in next time to find out.

Sorry this was late coming out. I forgot I hadn’t submitted this chapter here. Oops!

Jessica knew she was making a mistake. She knew that she needed to let this all go, and that it simply wasn’t meant to be. But looking down at the bottle of pills she had stolen from her workplace, she knew that if she had any chance at getting even the slightest hint of her dreams and desires, it all rested within these pills.

Standing outside her coworkers house, Jesicca poured four pills out into her palm. They were apparently meant to remedy Type 1 Osteogenesis Imperfecta by increasing the density of the patient’s bone structure. What they actually did was far more fantastical. Instead of just causing the bones to compress, it caused the entire body to shrink. The effects increased as more pills were taken, and could shrink you down from anywhere between 4 feet tall to as small as the naked eye could see.

Jessica’s hand trembled as she gripped the medicine in her hands. If she took these now, there would be no going back. She was never going to be able to return to her proper size if she took the pills and didn’t commit to the rest of her plan. ‘No’, she thought to herself. ‘I can’t think like that. This is something I have to do.’

She tossed the pills to the back of her throat and swallowed hard. Her vision began to blur as she sweat profusely. Her entire body felt like it was being crushed in a trash compactor as she lost a foot in height. That’s when she started vomiting onto the ground. She felt all the fluid drain from her body from every hole and pore as she dwindled to 2 feet, 1 foot, 6 inches, 2 inches, until finally she was a quarter of an inch in height.

She felt awful, but Jessica got back to her feet. She was at the point of no return now. The only path was forward. Jessica slipped underneath the front door to Bradley’s home and let herself in.

Making her way along the monolithic hallway, she looked around at the pictures hung on the wall. She saw pictures of her coworker Bradley. His big, beaming smile sandwiched between his moustache and beard greeted her with each picture. Some pictures showed more of his impressive musculature. Some more of his flowing locks. Some were even of him without his glasses on, letting her take in his expressive pupils lazing in a pool of lapis.

But this path was bittersweet, for flanking Bradley in almost every picture was Velvet. She was a woman of almost otherworldly beauty. Her long, toned legs, the muscular abs framed against her petite belly, her perfectly white teeth, and her hourglass figure just reminded Jessica of everything she would never be.

The path was long for somebody her size, but she finally reached the doorway to the kitchen. She briefly considered what she was about to do. As terrible as it would be to be this small forever, and as bad as her punishment at work would be for stealing those pills, she could still walk away. Every nerve in her body was screaming in pain, trying to divert her from her path of self-destruction. But just as she turned to make the trek back from whence she came, her eyes settled on just one more picture.

Bradley was dressed up to the tees in his nicest black suit, with a white undershirt. In his hands, he cradled Velvet, as her long white dress dragged slightly against the ground. They stood atop the steps to an old church building a few miles down the road. But none of that was what stood out most to Jessica. No, for her, the thing she could not draw herself away from was their eyes. As the two stared at each other, the most striking aspect was the sheer amount of love packed into those gazes between them. The excitement, the passion, the caring, the understanding, the connection, and the pure desire to stay by each other’s side communicated by that gaze drove Jessica over the edge.

She marched into the kitchen. Spotting an apron that had been left to hang on it’s perch on the stove’s handle, she climbed upwards toward the countertop. When she got to the top, she searched for something she knew had to be there. And that’s when she saw a banana left in reach. Every day during meal break, Bradley would bring a banana as part of his lunch, but today he had left it at home. Knowing that Bradley would almost certainly eat it when he got home, she climbed on top to await his return.

She knew that she was no match for Velvet in any aspect, and that Bradley wouldn’t even consider cheating on his wife with anybody. He was loyal to his friends and family, almost to a fault. He would never even think about finding comfort in the arms of another woman. It was one of his quirks that Jessica found so irresistible.

So that was what brought her here with the shrinking pills. If she couldn’t be together with him as a lover, she would use a different method to become one with Bradley forever. She planned to let Bradley eat her with his banana, so that she could be turned into nutrients within his body, effectively making them inseparable. Her life meant nothing without Bradley, so at least she could become part of his beautiful life. So she sat and waited for Bradley to return.

Bradley got home after a bad day at work. As head of security, he got an earful from the boss when some experimental medication went missing and the perp wasn’t caught on the cameras. He’s been trying to use the footage he did have to make a timeline on where everybody was in the building when the medicine was stolen, but it could honestly be anybody at this point. On top of that, his well-balanced, nutritional lunch had gone downhill when he realized he hadn’t packed any of the fruit he was supposed to have. As a result, he was a bit peckish right now. But he didn’t want to go overboard, because tonight was date night and he had someplace special picked out.

To make matters worse, Bradley saw an absolute mess on his porch. It must have been the obnoxious college kids next door going on a bender again. Bradley stepped over the puddle of unmentionable fluids and walked inside as his cell phone rang. Recognizing the number, Bradley answered.

“Hey, honeybunch!”

“Hey boo, did you mean to leave a tupperware of chopped pineapple and a banana on the counter?”

“Ah, that was my bad. They were for lunch, they just never made their way into my bag.”

“I put the pineapple back in the fridge, and the banana is right where you left it.”

“You’re the best, honeybunch!”

Jessica watched the doorway to the kitchen as Breadley lazily wandered inside. Seeing the hulking giant of a man like this excited and frightened her at the same time. Bradley made his way to the refrigerator and pulled out a tupperware full of pineapple.

“I think you’ll like the place I picked out tonight. It’s this new seafood place that opened up down the streets. Jessica tried it the other day and said the shellfish was absolutely to die for!”

Bradley and Velvet had been married for five years now, and in that time, Bradley had developed a sense for when Velvet disapproved of something.

“Not in the mood for seafish?”

“You know I don’t like it when you talk to Jessica!”

“Aw, is my little snugamuffin jealous? Don’t worry about her. She’s always been a bit of a flirt as long as I’ve known her. Trust me, there’s nothing going on between us. I’m not interested in her, and she isn’t interested in me.”

Jessica was heartbroken when he said that. She tried to scream that it wasn’t true and that she always loved him deeply, but the medicine had hardened her vocal chords, so she couldn’t let out even a whisper. She continued to listen to Bradley’s side of their conversation as she watched him grab an odd assortment of items from around the kitchen. He grabbed a bag of kale, a jug of milk, and the tupperware of pineapple from the fridge, a tray of ice cubes from the freezer, and honey from the pantry. After several minutes of talking on the phone, Bradley and Velvet gave each other their ‘goodbye’s and ‘I love you’s and hung up.

Bradley had settled on preparing himself a smoothie to tide him over until Velvet got home. He poured a few ice cubes into his blender, when he realized he was missing something. Looking around, he finally spotted the banana. It would have been unfortunate to have forgotten it again after all that.

Jessica saw the giant grab her and prepared for the moment she had waited so long for. But Bradley didn’t eat the banana at all. Instead, he pulled chunks of the banana away and tossed them into the blender. Losing her balance, Jessica fell in too.

Jessica hit the hard, cold ice with a thud. Looking down at the clear ice below her, she could see the sharp, menacing blades of the blender. Jessica tried her best to get a footing and head to the side of the blender to bang on the glass and get Bradley’s attention, but the shifting, slippery ice cubes proved unstable footing for the tiny woman. Jessica felt something sticky ooze down her back as honey was poured directly on top of the banana, and her by extension. Next a rain of kale leaves canopied her and made it almost impossible to see the tiny woman in the blender.

At this junction, there was a real fear that Jessica would go unnoticed and be shredded painfully by the blenders blades. But as she sat there feeling pineapple rain down above her, she considered that this may just be fate. It would certainly be more painful than how she had anticipated dying, but the result would be the same. She accepted her demise as her prison filled with milk. As the blender started and she was sucked into the vortex to be blended into paste, she at least took comfort in the fact she would become one with the man she loved, even if he didn’t know she loved him and didn’t love her back.

When the smoothie was done, Bradley poured it into a glass and raised it to his lips.

SSSPPPPTTTTHHHTTTTT

Bradley coughed loudly as he checked the date on the milk jug. It was, in fact, two weeks past expiration date. “This day really couldn’t get much worse, could it?” he thought to himself. Bradley poured the rest of the slop into the sink and got ready for date night with his wife.*

Just a quick story inspired by a discussion with one of my forum friends. This is my first unaware story, but it almost certainly won’t be my last. This was a lot of fun to write, and I’m looking forward to trying new ideas in that genre.

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Chapter 6: Clean Up

Wilma stepped out of the room for half a second, only to return with a vacuum cleaner. Gabriella tried screaming up at her to get her attention before she turned on the noisy vacuum, but she didn’t have a chance before the machine whirred to life. The vacuum surged forwards.

Gabriella ran. Her custom made high-heel shoes were hardly fit for running with, so she kicked them away and sprinted off. She looked behind her to see the mechanical monster devour her shoes and make a beeline for her position. The vacuum reached her in short order and gripped the edge of her dress. The vacuum tried to pull her in, but as long as Gabriella stood up straight, it couldn’t suck her in. While two inches was certainly small, it wasn’t that small. But a new problem emerged as she was violently dragged backwards Wilma brought the vacuum back so she could get into a tight corner. In Gabriella’s haste to get away, the part of the dress caught in the ravenous cleaning equipment ripped away from the rest of the dress.

The vacuum didn’t come forward, but instead turned. Gabriella had a moment to breath until she saw a large shadow rise over her as Wilma’s foot came over her. She kicked into gear, but wasn’t able to get away.

Part of the safety stipulations proposed is that Wilma would wear snow shoes as she cleaned the house. That way, her weight would be spread out along a greater surface area and would potentially reduce the pressure her weight would cause if she accidentally stepped on a shrunken person. This decision saved Gabriella’s life as she was only pinned by the snow shoe instead of smashed under it.

The second Wilma stepped off of her, Gabriella scrambled away to her bed again and hid beneath it. The bed was a bit low to the ground, so she figured the hungry metal beast wouldn’t be able to reach her beneath it. From there, she planned to wait out the cleaning and try to get Wilma’s attention afterwards.

As Gabriella watched the floors get vacuumed clean, Wilma made her way to one of the chest of drawers. She realized exactly how precarious her position was when Wilma brought the vacuum hose to clean beneath the drawers. The vacuum proper was built not to suck in larger pieces of debris, but the hose wasn’t. The reason all the sheets were taken off the bed and not replaced was so her bed linens wouldn’t be sucked into the hose. She knew if she stayed put, then she would be sucked in.

Taking her opportunity to leave as Wilma cleaned beneath Teddy’s nice chair, she made a mad dash for the already cleaned chest of drawers. Wilma almost stepped on her again, but she dodged the oncoming foot and got into a safe, clean hiding spot. A shiver went down her spine as she watched Wilma clean beneath the bed. Gabriella felt lucky to be alive.

When Gabriella finished vacuuming, she went to go get the replacement sheets for the bed when she saw a strange man coming down the hallway.

“Oh hi! You must be the new cleaning lady! Nice to meet you!’

“Hello, er…”

“Theodore. Theodore Snoww, I think we talked over the phone the other day.”

“Oh, so you’re Theodore, I imagined you would be … well … smaller?”

“Yeah, you don’t really see many 6’4” people around places that aren’t basketball courts. If you want to see somebody small, you should see my wife. I think our friend told you about it, right? Huge industrial accident. Shrank her down to only about this big.”

Teddy put his hands almost together showing how small his wife was. Wilma froze in place. Teddy, meanwhile, was admiring the job Wilma did with the fresh bed linens.

“Wow, would you look at that? I don’t think I’ve ever gotten these sheets this white! It’s like they’re three whole shades brighter! What sort of cleaner did you use?”

It was true. The sheets were almost as white as Wilma’s face as every speck of color drained out of it. Wilma only realized now how badly she screwed up. Disaster scenarios played in her head until she finally couldn’t take it any more.

“Um… Maybe I should go check on Mrs. Snoww, you know, just to introduce myself.”

“Sounds like a great idea! If you’ll need me, I’ll be in my office.”

Wilma ran the vacuum back into the room and slammed the door. Gabriella watched from beneath the chest of drawers as Gabriella ripped the vacuum bag out of the vacuum and desperately scanned its insides.

“Mrs. Snoww, I am so sorry!”

Gabriella realized that Wilma finally figured out her mistake and ran up to her trying to get noticed. Prodding her ankle, Wilma almost jumped out of her skin. She saw the miniature woman standing at her feet with a ripped dress and no shoes and turned a bright red.

“Mrs. Snoww, I …”

“I want to speak to my husband.”

A few minutes later, both Gabriella and Wilma were standing in front of Teddy, both clearly embarrassed as he sat there guffawing at the situation.

“Well, at least it sounds like the safety precautions we put in place worked. Good job, Wilma! I look forward to seeing more from you in the future.”

To say that Wilma was shocked to hear she still had a job. The only person more surprised was Gabby.

“I’m sorry, what? Teddy, I was scared for my life!”

“You’re being over-dramatic. It was an innocent mistake and she apologized already. It wasn’t like you were in any real danger, since we had so many safety features in place. She did an excellent job with everything else, and I think you should be willing to give her a second chance. Besides, if you were really scared, you should have made more of an effort to let Wilma know you were there!”

Gabriella was livid. She had done everything she could think of to make Wilma notice her, and the danger certainly felt real to her, but Teddy wasn’t having any of it. Wilma awkwardly shuffled out of the room to prepare lunch as Gabriella stood on Teddy’s desk in a cold sweat.*

Looks like Wilma is here to stay! What sort of new adventures are in store for our herione? Tune in next chapter to find out!

I’d love to hear what everybody thought about this one. It’s been a pretty hotly anticipated chapter. I’ve gotten a lot of wonderful feedback from the community recently and wanted to thank you all for your kind words.

Zach opened the door to the hotel room and threw his tie to the corner. The beleaguered salesman hadn’t come for leisure. His cross-country trip to New York was for a series of business presentations with some of the higher-ups in his company. The meetings were long and arduous, but he was finally finished hashing out plans for his proposal. The long nights of planning and practice hadn’t really left him with any time to see the sights. But just because he didn’t come for pleasure didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun once his day was done.

As Zach approached, his wife Gwen looked up from inside the jar. Gwen held her exposed breasts, hunched up so that she looked even smaller than she was.

“Hello, honey. I’m back. God, all those meetings were exhausting. Thankfully, I have a beautiful little woman to tease. How has my itty-bitty wife been holding up in that jar? It’s not too cold is it? I’d let you bundle up, but then how would I get to peak at every miniscule curve of your puny body?”

Gwen looked up at her husband. The curved glass of the masonry made him look even more massive and monstrous than usual. As the titanic businessman unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time, Gwen couldn’t tear her eyes away. As more of his muscular, hairy chest came into view, she could tell that her significant other was ready to enjoy himself, whether she was willing or not.

“Sweetie! Why did you trap me in here? What are you going to do to me? Please, don’t get any closer! You’re scaring me!”

Zach instead laughed and took another step forward. His imposing figure towering above the glass prison. Her husband was an incredibly attractive man, but a man who likes playing rough when he gets in a horny mood. This was certainly not an ideal situation for a woman only a few inches tall to be in, but it didn’t quell the quivering of Gwen’s lip, nor did it dry the faint trickle coming from between her legs.

“Oh Gwen. You’re right to be scared. After all, I’m pretty stressed out, and it looks like I have just the outlet to let loose on!”

“No Zach, please! I’m your wife! Don’t do this!”

Zach just laughed again, fiddling with the zipper of his pants. She saw the lust in his eyes, and could only imagine what the mammoth brute had in mind for her.

“Who ever heard of a human with a bug for a wife? You’re a small, pathetic little thing. You should feel honored I didn’t throw you out when you shrunk. So … use … how … er …”

“Zach, you’re cutting out. I think … con … on … bad”

Zach looked down at the jar and could see the video feed of his wife lagging hard. He figured it must be a problem with the wifi in the hotel. He wormed his hand through the mouth of the glass container and tried to see if he was properly connected. Gwen heard loud clanking as the phone clinked against the glass.

Gwen stared at the computer screen, watching as her husband tried to fiddle with the phone in the jar. She sat on the towel draped across the seat of her chair naked in the comfort of her own home in Idaho. She had her hand hovered eagerly over her clit, with a bottle of lube on the side table in case she wanted to use some toys later on. While Zach was trying to check what the connection issue was about, Gwen adjusted her web-cam to make sure it caught her in the most attractive light.

Gwen missed having her husband around. He had been gone for almost five days now, and wouldn’t be getting back until late the next day. Gwen had let her husband know that she would be interested in a little roleplay, and Zach jumped at the chance. Giant-tiny roleplay was always one of her favorite ways to get in the mood, and they were both pretty pent-up from being away from each other for so long.

Zach got the hotel’s complimentary wifi set up properly again and gently returned his phone to the jar.

“There, now where were we? Oh, yes. Looks like it’s time for me to blow off a bit of steam. And it looks like I have a captive audience to really show off what I’m made of.”

His pants slid to his ankles as he kicked them to the side. As his underwear slid down, his penis, already partially erect, flopped out into view. Gwen was so used to being together for roleplay, that she could practically smell the musk emanating from it. Her finger pressed into her sensitive clitoris. She started by tracing her finger in a circle around her clit and hood, but as the action got more intense, she rubbed it vigorously to get herself closer and closer to climax.

“Here, come on out for me! I’d love to show you my cumshot up close and personal!”

In reality, Zach didn’t want to have to clean the jizz off his screen, but wanted Gwen to watch every second of his climax. His finger hooked his phone case as he lifted the phone out, not letting go of his penis for even a second. The phone’s camera was so close to the erect dick that it looked practically enormous. It made the naked woman feel small and powerless. And with that relinquishment of power came arousement and ecstasy.

Zach watched as his love panted and moaned. He didn’t quite understand why, but Gwen had loved the idea of being small in his presence even since the beginning of their relationship. It took a bit of getting used to, but the sheer joy and arousal it gave her was unparalleled. If she liked being the size of an insect near him, then he would be the best giant he could be.

Zach and Gwen enjoyed each other’s bodies from opposite sides of the video call. Their breathing sped up. Gwen’s vaginal muscles twitched in sync with the throbbing of Zach’s cock. The pair masturbated to each other for minutes before finally Gwen’s fluids soaked the towel beneath her and Zach’s seed spread itself on the carpet of the hotel room.

Basking in the afterglow of their night of debauchery, Zach comforted his spouse and made sure she felt loved. And likewise, Gwen let her other half know how much she appreciated that he was receptive to her desires and fetishes. They discussed their days, and made plans to reunite the next day.

“I can’t wait to have my big man back here by my side. We definitely have some catching up to do. Maybe if we’re really in the mood, you can show me what its like to get splattered by a giant’s cum. Looks like you had a lot built up.”

Zach just laughed.

“Goodnight, honey. I love you!”

“I love you too sweetie! I’ll see you tomorrow.”

They blew air kisses to each other, then the video feed ended.*

Thank you all for reading. I wanted to write a story about giant roleplay, and this is what I came up with. I hope you all enjoyed, and look forward to hearing feedback. Let me know if you want more stories like this in the future. Take care, everybody!

@olo That’s a sick animation. We need more of those!