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Honestly, any society having two radically different sized people would probably be pretty ripe with horrible injustices, human trafficking, size-based bias, and all sorts of other horrors.

This would probably go both ways too. The fact that most mainstream depections of giants are as destroyers even without any actually existing should be a pretty big indication that this would probably be the prevailing thought from tinies if they actually did exist. Likewise, tiny people are traditionally depicted as tricksters and thieves.

So as much of a kink size change is for me, it’s probably for the best that people aren’t actually the size of ants.

Chapter 4: A Welcome Guest

Angie gazed around the room in wonder. Giant furniture was connected by a series of makeshift ladders and tubes of every size imaginable. It almost looked like a McDonalds play place blown up to incredible proportions. Angie explored around, just for a moment forgetting the anxiety and fear she had felt since being taken.

Not looking where she was going, she ended up colliding with Faith as she turned the corner. Faith winced and fell to the floor, clutching her injured leg that Angie had just run head first into. Angie knew that she had to have been only a little bigger than two inches tall to fit in the locket, and had guessed that Faith was around a foot tall. But it hadn’t really set in until she was looking up to see Faith’s face even as she was sitting down just how large the size disparity was between the two. Angie marveled at how tall Faith was until reality crept in to remind her that it was just her that was pathetically small.

Faith gave a disapproving glare to Angie as she massaged her injured leg. Angie moved over to help, but Faith pulled away.

“I think you’ve done quite enough. Get some sleep. We’re both going to need to be up early in the morning, because we both have exams tomorrow. If you want to do well, you should get some rest.”

Not only did Angie feel bad about accidentally hurting Faith, but the direness of her situation hit her like a ton of bricks. Tomorrow would be the day she would have to prove herself, or face whatever punishment Duncan would dole out.

Faith stood up and walked over to the bed on the other side of the room. She reached up over the top of the bed and struggled to pull herself up. With much grunting and heaving, she finally got onto the mattress as Angie approached the ladder up. For once, Angie was happy that she was as small as she was so she could climb the ladder. The second she put her hand of the first rung, Faith looked down from overhead.

“This is my spot.”

It was clear to Angie that Faith was in no mood to share her space after Angie bumped her. And it was clear to Faith that Angie didn’t want to pick a fight with somebody five times her size, since Angie backed off. Looking around for something besides the hardwood flooring to sleep on, Angie noticed the dresser adjacent to the nightstand had its top drawer open. There was even a plastic tube leading in and out of the drawer. She figured there must be at least some clothes she could use as a makeshift bed.

Angie made the long ascent up the ladder. Angie wasn’t athletic by any stretch of the imagination, but the fear of plummeting to the floor drove her to push forward. She found her stamina drained and her will fading, but finally she reached the top. She felt elated to have pushed through and gotten all the way up. As she reached the tube, Faith finally noticed where Angie was and stood up on the bed trying her best to stay balanced.

“Angie! You shouldn’t be up there! That’s where Emily sleeps!”

Angie felt a little foolish. Looking back, it was pretty obvious that this drawer wouldn’t be set up this way unless somebody was already using it. But she didn’t have the energy to make it back down the ladder. The fall from the top was intimidating, and she didn’t know what to do. The top of the dresser was even more uncomfortable than the floorboards, and she was starting to panic about how high up she was. Looking over the edge to the ground, her foot slipped and she fell into the drawer.

Angie got up and held her nose. The air was so rancid that it was hard to breath. Looking around, Emily had made very economic use of the living space inside the drawer. In one corner, she had a pile of dirty socks which she seemed to have fashioned into a bed.

In the next corner sat an empty bottle cap filled with a bit of water. Angie wondered if Emily kept it around in case she was thirsty, but as she got closer, it became obvious that this was an improvised latrine. It hadn’t even occurred to Angie that this would be a problem at her size, but she realized that if she was going to continue being this size, it would need to be something she needed to address.

The third corner of the room contained a few pictures of Duncan, a small crusty sock bunched up into a cushion, and a few ripped up tissues. Angie was pretty sure she knew what that was about, and decided not to investigate any further

The final corner of the room was dedicated to Emily’s wardrobe with a small hand mirror. It seems that the outfit she was wearing earlier wasn’t her only one, as she had made herself garments in a variety of sizes and colors. Angie was in awe of Emily’s craftsmanship, even holding up a few in the mirror to see how they would look on her. That is until one piece in particular caught her eye. It was a smooth red skirt with pleating, but what really struck Angie was its size. Holding it up, Angie tried to wrap the skirt around her pinky, but it was even too small to fit around her pinky at her size. Angie had been assaulted with feelings of helplessness and hopelessness since she arrived. But looking at this diminutive skirt made her realize how much worse her situation could, and probably would, become.

While Angie was lost in thought, she suddenly heard the noise of something coming through the tube. Emily popped down the chute smiling and made her way to the bed. She jumped into her bed, only to see Angie on the other side of the drawer. Emily’s relaxed smile turned into a fuming glower as she stormed over to Angie.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing here!?!”

“I … I’m sorry, I … I fell, I … I’m sorr-”

“Bullshit! It’s bad enough that I have to share Duncan’s time with that lanky, emo slut and the dumb bitch that’s licking lint from the bottom of his boot! Now you think you can walk around like you own the place just because Duncan wants you for one fucking class!? Not likely, bitch! I’ve been with Duncan since high school. We understand each other like nobody else in the world can. And you really think you can just take my place in this house from me!?! That Duncan would ever see you the way he sees me!?!”

Angie was flabbergasted. She didn’t know why Emily saw her as a threat and why she was taking this all so personally. She wanted to say something but her nerves got the better of her. It wasn’t as though Emily would really have listened anyway.

“As if! Why would Duncan want a fat little piggy like you when he can have me? I’ve always made myself pretty for him, I helped him pass enough classes to get into the college of his dreams, I’ve kept everything neat and tidy for him, and I’m even there for him when he wants to vent his anger on my body! We were made for each other, and an ugly, chunky little whore like you isn’t going to stop our relationship!”

Angie looked at her naked body in the hand mirror. She didn’t even like looking at herself clothed. Having a full view of her imperfections combined with Emily’s scathing words was all too much for Angie. She started to cry.

“And one more thing. Don’t you even think of messing up tomorrow’s test like that braindead bimbo Paige did! Because I’ve been with Duncan through a lot, and I’ve seen him dole out plenty of gruesome punishments that I’d be more than happy to remind him of. I’ve made sure sluts like you have had horrific deaths before and wouldn’t hesitate to do it again!”

Angie couldn’t control herself. She scrambled up the tube and ran away from Emily in tears. Back on top of the dresser, she still couldn’t get down the ladder and didn’t want to return to the drawer. Faith was already fast asleep. Still sobbing, she laid down on the rough wooden surface of the dresser and got whatever uneasy sleep she could.*

Really happy with how this one came out. This was a bit of a longer chapter, but I hope you all enjoyed!

@olo Absolutely brilliant piece as always!

Chapter 11: The Backup Plan

Duncan grabbed his teacher’s bubbly butt. Beth’s body shook as she felt a finger slide against her back. She could feel it snake along her tailbone until it made its way down until it disappeared into her ass crack. That’s when she felt something press its way inside her. Duncan slid a finger into Beth’s tight asshole. She gripped the sofa cushions tightly.

“Wait, please be gentle! I’ve never done something like … this … before!”

“What, don’t tell me you’ve never had anal before! Do you mean to tell me you’ve never had your asshole penetrated? That you’ve never had a cock between those thick buttcheeks of yours?”

Duncan looked over to where Angie was hiding and smirked.

“Then I guess somebody’s in for a treat today!”

Beth was having a hard time getting used to having Duncan’s finger up her ass. It was a sexual experience unlike any she had done before. That’s when the second finger entered her. Her anus had never had something inside it before, so it was still very tight. It took everything in her not to scream in pain. It felt like her skin was tearing. She was about to beg him to stop when she felt a different sensation. Duncan started expertly massaging her anal walls, applying pressure in ways she couldn’t have imagined. The pain she was suffering started to take a backseat to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body. Her back began to arch, only making her feel the finger’s presence even more. Her toes curled and she moaned loudly.

“Aaaooohh! Duncan!! Don’t stop! More!! Please, Duncan! Don’t stop!!! Ooooaaaah!!!”

Duncan laughed. He hadn’t expected to be able to get his slutty teacher to moan like a virgin. She had acted so cautious before, only to now be screaming his name at the top of her lungs. Duncan leaned in.

“But I have to take my fingers out. After all, if I don’t, how will you get to enjoy the main attraction!”

Paige was struggling to breath. Being tiny and stuck in Duncan’s penis was bad even in the best circumstances, but especially as Duncan got more horny. Duncan’s cum began to rise above her chin as he got more and more turned on by his teacher. Suddenly, the light that had so briefly returned went away again. Paige had guessed where her destination was going to be, but she hadn’t anticipated the smell. At such a small size, the odor coming from the teacher’s hole was unbearable. She tried to hold her nose, but only ended up sinking further into the cum.

Duncan’s fingers exit Beth’s ass with a meaty ‘shlick’ and ‘pop’, He looked down at his fingers, wiping them off on the side of his leg. It’s clear she didn’t clear up the passage before she came here. At first, he was a bit disgusted, but that only meant that the little co-pilot in his cockpit was going to be in for an even rougher ride. So he teased her asshole with the tip of his dick until it finally slid in.

Beth feels Duncan’s thick, warm penis enter her from the back. Her pussy started to leak like a faucet. She brought her hands to her glistening lips, but Duncan pushed them away and instead used his own fingers to please the horny teacher’s pussy.

Beth’s entire body ached. She knew she wasn’t going to be able to walk straight after this, but she didn’t care. Having both her holes stuffed as Duncan’s shaft scraped her insides was too much to handle.

“EEUUUGHH! DUNCAN! HARDER! HUUUEEEGHH! FILL MY ASS UNTIL IT’S A SLOBBERY MESS! USE ME UNTIL YOU CUM! AAUUUGH!”

“Look at you, Beth! You act like hot shit all the time, but the second you get even the slightest bit of cock in your ass, you become my submissive little bitch!”

Paige’s entire world shook. Her face was submerged and she felt pressure bring her upwards. She tried to stay down. She didn’t want her life to end in a pervy teacher’s asshole. She just needed to survive this situation. If she could just get somewhere that she could be revived, she could escape this hellish room once and for all. But escape was looking less likely as she was rocketed out of Duncan’s penis and into Mrs. Lambert’s smelly cave.

The giant pair both came. Paige was deep inside Mrs. Lambert’s ass, trying to clear a path to breath. To make matters worse for Paige, Mrs. Lambert hadn’t even cleaned herself up beforehand, so the thick warm cum mixed with her ass sludge to make a gooey light-brown gunk.

Paige tried to claw her way out as Duncan’s cock started unplugging the hole. She had so much to live for still, and she knew how she could save herself and everybody else Duncan had shrunk. She just needed to free herself.

Beth felt the gunk inside her slosh around and tickle her insides. As Duncan went to go use the bathroom, Beth started to finger her backside. Now that she’d gotten a taste for anal, she couldn’t imagine life without it. Unfortunately, this spelt the end for Paige. As the giant teacher fingered herself, she pushed some of the goop back into Paige’s lungs. Unable to breath, her struggles became weaker and weaker, until finally she met her end in the butt of a perverted teacher that didn’t even know she was there.

Angie hoped for the best, but suspected the worst. In all likelihood, Paige was gone. That’s when she noticed that Duncan wasn’t actually heading for the bathroom, but instead the room she was in! She backed away from the doggy door and pretended to be doing something else, when Duncan in all his naked glory came in and made a beeline for her. Picking her up, he gave her a toothy grin.

“How did you like that, shrimp? Paige might have only been able to get me a ‘C’ in Calculus, but I think she’s definitely gotten me an ‘A’ in Film!”

Chapter 3: Vored

Grant’s next cigarette was adorned with a picture of Tanisha. Grant picked the tiny woman up and held her to his face.

“Looks like you’re next. Tell me a bit about yourself. What do you want to do with your life? Do you have a reason I should let you go?”

Tanisha sobbed manically. “I just wanted to marry my boyfriend and have a happy life together, but he’s gone now because you killed him!”

Grant realized she must mean the guy with the toned body he burnt earlier. He guessed it made sense. They were all traveling together, so it made sense that they all knew each other, but he hadn’t realized that this woman was actually so enamored with this guy that she built her future with him in mind. Grant, as old as he had gotten, had never been loved by a woman the way this one seemed to love the tiny he still hadn’t gotten a name from. For all his power, he actually felt a little jealous of the tiny corpse sitting in his ashtray. But he tried to get his mind off of it.

“Sounds like you’ve been having a hard day. Here, it sounds like you need this cig more than I do. If you want, we can share it. I know you think you’re too small for it, but I think I have a solution.”

Tanisha could only recoil in horror as Grant’s hand slowly approached his open maw. As his tongue approached her body, she tried to shove it away from her, hoping she could get free that way. But no sooner had her body been pressed into her tongue than the powerful muscle tossed her into the back of his mouth. Lighting up his cigarette, he returned to beating his meat, but he had gone from nearly there to almost completely unable to get it up. He couldn’t quite get over the fact that this nameless, powerless goon still died more fulfilled than he was.

Tanisha had never smoked before, so the chemicals pumping into Grant were overwhelming at her size. Combined with the drip of saliva all over her body that covered her face, she found it incredibly hard to breathe.

As Grant was pondering his own jealousy, he had an idea of how to make himself feel better about himself. Tanisha was trying her best to stay conscious, when Grant’s tongue lashed out at her, slamming her into the cigarette’s filter. She was about to get to her feet when the young ebony woman was smashed into the back of Grant’s teeth by the tongue as it licked her from bottom to top.

Now that Grant had his lay of the land, so to speak, his tongue teased Tanisha’s bare breasts. Tanisha tried to shove the tongue away, but Grant’s tongue was far stronger than she was, and he was more used to the cigarette chemicals. She couldn’t stop him from lapping her supple tits until her nipples were rock hard. Tanisha was embarrassed and mortified to be violated in such a way, but Grant was enjoying every second of it. His dick started hardening again. He knew that no matter how much this woman truly loved her boyfriend, she would be forced to give herself to Grant in the end. He needed to go farther.

The tongue snaked its way down her tummy, past her toned abs, into her cleanly shaven pussy. Tanisha did everything she could to get away, but in the end, all she could do was beg.

“Somebody! Please! Anybody! Help! Please help! Oh god! Duke, I’m so sorry! Please forgive me Duke!”

“So the little man lying in a charred heap in my ashtray was named Duke, huh?” Grant thought to himself. Suddenly all the mystique built up in his head had disappeared in a puff of smoke. No matter what kind of life Duke lived before, he was now just some guy lying dead because Grant wanted him to die.

Jack could faintly hear Tanisha pounding against Grant’s teeth begging for help. He was shocked and stunned at how cruel Grant could be, to violate a woman after she had just lost her lover. And yet, somewhere deep inside, he also found a hint of excitement at being at the whims of such a being. Someone with limitless imagination and the power to execute on it.

Gary had no such feelings. He only wanted to find his own way out. The cup was still sitting in the tv tray ready to climb to freedom. Unfortunately, as soon as he tried to get up for another go, he found that his ankle had twisted when he fell. Now even if he could still climb, he almost certainly wasn’t making the jump from the top of the cup to the rim of the tray. He could only hope for some more time to heal.

Tanisha was finally brought to climax by Grant’s invasive tongue, and just as Grant had burnt his cig down to a nub. Grant snuffed out what little cigarette butt he had left and tossed the poor abused woman to the back of his throat.

Gluck

And with that, a bulge sank from the top of Grant’s neck to the bottom, to Jack’s amazement and Gary’s horror. Tanisha splashed into Grant’s stomach. His stomach acid ate away at her skin, but by this point she was too weak to put up any fight against it. She slowly sank into the caustic slurry.

It was at this point, Grant realized that he hadn’t gotten this woman’s name either. But at this point, she was already being digested, and Grant had learned not to worry himself about that sort of stuff.

Looking down, he saw two cigarettes lying side by side and two tinies to go with them. He let out an amused chuckle. “Eenie, meenie, minie, moe …”

Three cigarettes down, two to go.*

If you want to vote for which of our final two tinies goes out first, pop over to the link here: https://www.deviantart.com/thesolesurvivorii/poll/Tanisha-has-been-eliminated-Down-to-the-wire-The-final-two-Which-goes-out-first-7995342

Epilogue

Jodie was sitting in her first class of the new semester. She had chosen to take this Introduction to Film History class, because it seemed like a fun elective. From what she could gather from the students last semester, it had been a real ball-buster of a class until the old teacher disappeared under mysterious circumstances. The new teacher was apparently excellent, so she signed up for it as an elective.

As she was hanging out, she decided to eye up the other women in the room. She made it no secret that she was interested in other women in that special way. She would obsessively hit on other women. Sometimes they wouldn’t reciprocate. Sometimes they would, but Jodie’s penchant for escalating things too quickly would dampen those plans. But Jodie was a free spirit that never let rejection set her back for too long.

As she was ogling a cute blonde on the other side of the room, an absolutely gorgeous brunette sat down next to her. Large breasts hugged tight by her crop-top, which showed her toned belly. Tight booty shorts that left little to the imagination about her curves.

But most important to Jodie, she was wearing sandals that showed off her pretty feet painted with yellow nailpolish. Jodie was infatuated with women’s feet, so she had a hard time prying her gaze away. She only did when it became clear the stranger had noticed. Embarrassed, Jodie tried to play it off like it didn’t happen

“I don’t think I’ve met you before. My name’s Jodie! What’s yours?”

“Um, I’m … I mean … My name’s Angie.”

That certainly came as a shock to Jodie. Given her powerful frame and revealing wardrobe, Jodie hadn’t expected such a soft voice and timid demeanor from this woman. Did she say her name was Angie? She would have to remember that.

Class started, but Jodie was still distracted by the woman next to her. She looked so intimidating and unapproachable. She looked like the sort of woman that could take anybody she wanted and leave anybody devastated by her rejection, but beneath that hid a gentle soul that wouldn’t hurt a fly.

Or at least that was Jodie’s interpretation. There were, in fact, three flies in particular that would have disagreed with her assessment. For unbeknownst to Jodie, Angie’s soft voice wasn’t the only secret she was hiding. In truth, Angie had three shrunken people in her possession struggling to free themselves from her clutches.

Mrs. Beth Lambert had always loved being the center of attention in her Introduction to Film History class. So even though that class was under a new teacher, Angie let Beth be front and center on her body. Sandwiched between her massive mammaries, nothing but Beth’s head peeked out against the crushing weight of her soft breasts. The air wasn’t fresh, and it was humid beyond belief, but Angie knew how much pressure she could put on Mrs. Lambert before it’s too much. After all, you don’t keep a person for as many months as Angie has kept Beth without knowing a thing or two about their physical limits.

But Mrs. Lambert’s punishment may well have been considered a reward compared to Emily’s punishment. Since Angie had to get acquainted with Emily’s dirty snatch when she let Duncan use her as a condom, it was really only fair to punish that action in kind. The walls of Angie’s vag squeezed and dribbled on Emily’s tiny body. She knew that any scream she made would be immediately punished, so she stopped herself from speaking out. She couldn’t bear the thought of losing the one bright spot in her capture by this uppity bimbo.

This bright spot, of course, was Duncan. Initially, Angie had wanted to flush him down the toilet like the piece of shit he was, but she thought of an even more fitting punishment that would also let her see the extent of her new powers. Angie had shrunken Duncan down until he was as small to Emily as Emily was to Angie. Then Emily was given Duncan to take care of. Duncan had spent his life treating the women he kidnapped as disposable property. Now he was the shrunken property of a woman, who was herself the shrunken property of somebody else. He was currently being cradled in Emily’s damp compressed arms as she hugged him like a stuffed animal, trying to get her mind off the disgusting situation she was in.

As the teacher was trying to give his lecture, Jodie wrapped her arm around Angie’s shoulder and pulled her in close. Mrs. Lambert felt Angie’s boobs devour her as Jodie’s body pressed Angie’s breasts together. She attempted to scream, but her mouth was covered by a wall of tits. Angie was uncomfortable, but didn’t want to cause a scene in class.

Seeing her initial hesitance as an invitation to go further, she placed her hand down in her lap, which not only made life less comfortable for Angie, but also the two detainees in her private place. This had been a step too far for Angie, who had enough of Jodie’s antics. Angie moved to an adjacent seat further from Jodie. She wished Faith was still around to talk to about all this, but she moved to a different school closer to home after she had been brought back to her original size.

Faith and Angie did out Duncan as their kidnapper, and DNA found in his room matched other victims of the crime. However, even though the police searched for him, they never found Duncan to bring him to justice, for obvious reasons. Faith was reunited with her parents after being missing for so long. Angie was thankful she had only been kidnapped for a week before escaping, since she couldn’t imagine her parents going through what Faith’s parents did. She and Faith talked occasionally, but not that frequently. Angie just wanted to give her space to heal.

After class ended, Jodie went to go hit on the blonde, which went about as well as when she hit on Angie. Angie knew that Jodie was clearly making the women around her uncomfortable and overstepping people’s personal boundaries. She decided she had to do something. Twiddling her ring between her fingers, she went up to Jodie.

“Hey Jodie. I just moved into a new place this fall, and was looking for a new flatmate. You wouldn’t happen to be interested in rooming with me, would you?”

Jodie jumped at the opportunity. She agreed to meet Angie at her place at 4:00. To top it all off, Jodie slapped Angie’s ass as they went their separate ways, leaving a small bruise on her backside. If she had known what would be in store for her, she probably would have shown a bit more restraint. But being fair, Angie really did want to be flatmates with Jodie.

After all, Angie had always preferred flats to sandals anyway.*

And with that, this story has drawn to a close. I’d like to thank everybody who made it all the way to the end of this story. For me, I’ve been writing this story for over a month, and been theorycrafting for it for far longer. I couldn’t be happier with the results.

Now that both my ongoing series are done, I hope you look forward to some of my new projects. I’m going to be experimenting with some stuff that I think you all will really enjoy.

Thank you for watching and enjoy your day! Until next time …

Chapter 4: One Month In

Gabby Hale stared forlornly at the calendar. It’s strange to think that it’s been one month to the day since she became a tiny little woman. She sank into the couch and looked around her lovely living room. She wanted to enjoy it while it lasted, knowing that it would soon be beyond her family’s means.

Teddy had gotten a job since this had all started, so he was upstairs in the computer room. She hoped against hope that whatever Teddy was doing could keep her in the lifestyle she had grown to love. She felt selfish for wishing as much. Her husband was working hard now that she couldn’t, and she felt she had no right to judge how much he earned. But she couldn’t help looking around and thinking of everything she was going to lose.

“Honey! Do you have a second? I have something important we need to discuss. Come upstairs.”

Then after a short, somewhat embarrassing pause, he continued.

“I mean, I’ll come bring you upstairs. Sorry!”

It was still an adjustment for the couple that the stairs were too large for Gabby to use. She heard shuffling upstairs as Teddy made her way down to her. She heard him descend each step of the staircase with a thud. thud. thud. Finally, she saw Teddy’s beaming face move through the doorway. He made a beeline for the sofa he had placed her on before work and found his little wife neck deep in the sofa cushions.

“Somebody has decided to make herself comfortable.”

In truth, Gabby had only buried herself this deep because it was one of few things she could do of her own volition now, but she decided not to spoil her husband’s happy mood.

“Her come with me! Get on your big ol’ Teddy bear’s hand.”

Gabby had to admit, Teddy’s optimism was one of the few things keeping her going these days. As they went upstairs, they passed the Slete and Hale Power Cooler that was keeping their house nice and cool even during the June heat. It always gave Gabby a pit in her stomach every time she saw it. She knew it was unreasonable. This air conditioner was hardly responsible for her current predicament. It had been the result of careful construction and efficient production under her father’s watchful eye. But she always dreaded passing it on the way to and from the living room.

When they got to the computer room, Gabby was surprised to see Teddy on the site they listed their mansion on, but was more surprised to see it was no longer listed for sale.

“I’ve got good news, sweety bunch! I’ve gone over our finances, and it looks like we don’t need to sell the house after all! Look!”

He opened another tab and pulled up his personal bank account. Gabby was once again stunned! Teddy was actually making more a month than she ever did.

“Wow, that’s incredible dear! How is this possible? It’s not anything illegal is it?”

Teddy shifted in his chair a bit. He didn’t look Gabby in the eye as the next few words dropped from his mouth.

“I mean, not entirely illegal.”

He pulled up an internet poker site in another tab. It seems this is how Teddy made his fortune. He showed Gabby a quick round at the table. The game was Texas Hold’Em. He explained to Gabby his logic behind each decision, his prediction on what his opponent’s had in had based on pre-flop and post-flop betting habits, the odds of having the winning hand at the turn and what outs he was playing to. He talked like a seasoned veteran of the game.

Technically, while gambling wasn’t illegal in their country or state, gambling websites were. Teddy simply used a vpn and a few off-shore accounts to funnel his earnings back into his American bank account. Gabby had a few concerns about this to be sure. Gambling was a volatile occupation no matter how good you got at it, and the laundering it took to get the money back where it could be used raised some eyebrows. But Gabby couldn’t provide for their family, and this was something that not only was Teddy good at, but very good at. She wanted to support her husband while he was doing everything to support her.

Teddy was closing down all the open browsers when Gabby noticed something odd about Teddy’s personal bank account. The name it was under was ‘Theodore Snoww’.

“Teddy, what’s this?” She said angrily pointing a finger at the name on the account.

“Wait, didn’t I tell you about that. I got our names changed over to Theodore and Gabriella Snoww a week ago. In fact, I think I have your new driver’s license here somewhere…”

“And you didn’t tell me!”

“I thought I did.”

“Why on earth would you do something like that!”

“Well, if we kept going by your last name, you would just keep remembering everything that used to be. I know you miss being big. I’ve seen the look you give the air conditioning unit every time you pass by it. Do you really want to be miserable forever?”

“Well, no. But…”

“And much of the reason we even kept your last name in the first place was that you were the chief provider. Well, that isn’t even true now, isn’t it? I’m the one keeping a roof over our heads.”

“I get that, but…”

“Besides, why would it even really matter what it says on your driver’s license anyway? It’s not like you’re big enough to drive anyway. You couldn’t even reach the driver’s seat from the pedals!”

“That true…”

“Then it’s settled! Sorry that this was so rough for you. I did think I talked to you about this before I made this decision. It seems like you’ve had a lot to process today. Why don’t you lay down and I’ll get you something to eat. It’ll be just like breakfast in bed, only dinner!”

“I think that may be for the best, dear.”

Teddy placed his wife on the nightstand with her tissue and cotton swab. Gabby pulled the tissue over her and snuggled against her cotton swab pillow. Teddy went to go prepare something to eat.

A single tear rolled down Gabby Snoww’s eye.*

Now that they have more money and a new outlook on life, big changes are coming to this couple’s life. Tune in next time to find out more!

Actually got this one done in four days as promised. Let me know what you guys thought about it. We’re really getting a good look at what life as Teddy’s shrunken wife is going to look like long-term.

Chapter 5: A Little Help from My Friends

Gabriella was getting prepared for the new help to arrive. Ever since Teddy had started making more money, he had decided to use some of the extra money to hire a maid to perform some of the tasks and chores he was no longer doing and that she couldn’t do.

On paper, Wilma Frost seemed like the perfect maid. She had several years of experience in housekeeping, specializing in upkeep of larger homes. One of Gabriella’s friends had recommended her highly. She even prepared a list of protocols to follow to keep a shrunken person safe upon learning about her condition. Yet she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about Wilma.

Maybe it was the fact that neither she nor Teddy had ever gotten to meet her. Every communication had been through Gabby’s friend. Maybe it was the fact that she had no reservations about taking care of the house even despite the circumstances. Gabriella thought that, in Wilma’s position, she would have far more questions about having to take care of a woman no bigger than a baby carrot in addition to maintaining a mansion as large as this.

Or maybe because she had seen exactly how much of a looker this woman actually was. Her long black hair tied in a ponytail, her pretty little maid outfit with a pretty generous cleavage window, and her skirt only barely covered her generous backside, and hid none of her nylon-clad legs. She wanted to trust Teddy, and didn’t think that he would come on to Wilma, but Teddy was no slouch in the looks department either. Teddy was built like a brick house. Between his broad shoulders, his developed pectorals, his toned legs, and his magnificent glutes, you would think Gabby had married him as a trophy husband. Even if Teddy didn’t come on to Wilma, there was no guarantee that she wouldn’t come on to him.

She tried to shake these thoughts from her head, but the process of hiring her happened very quickly. Instead of an interview, her friend had insisted that they give her one day as their maid. That if they only saw her in action, that we would be so blown away that they would hire her on the spot. And Teddy had agreed to this. Gabriella objected, but Teddy and her friend outvoted her.

She heard the front door open downstairs. Wilma must already be in the house. As per the safety protocol Wilma proposed, Gabriella was going to stay in her room until the cleaning was completed. After she and her husband had finished lunch, they would spend time in the living room while Wilma finished cleaning Gabby’s room.

She had to admit, it sounded like a good plan. And then pictures her friend had showed her of the level of attention to detail she gave to her work were certainly nothing to sneeze at. Six foot statues were polished from top to bottom. Luxury rugs were perfectly dry cleaned. Marble pillars so well shined you could see your reflection in them. She was a person well versed in her craft.

Time passed as Gabriella tried to keep herself occupied. As she fantasized about how wonderful her house was going to look, she heard the doorknob shake. That was bizarre. Wlima wasn’t supposed to be cleaning this room for another three hours, and certainly not before preparing lunch.

Things got worse as Wilma started taking the sheets off her bed. She knocked Gabriella to the ground as she pulled the fitted sheet from the bed. She stood up a bit dazed, ready to give this ditz a piece of her mind, but then she looked up at the massive maid monument in front of her. Gabby hadn’t been on the floor since coming back from the hospital. She had never seen a giant at their full height before, and quickly got overwhelmed. As she was panicking about what to do, Wilma’s phone rang.

“Hello, Iggy? Hey! I can’t really take your call right now. I’m in the middle of that new couple I’ve started helping. Yeah, that one! It really sucks what happened to them. At least the husband doesn’t seem to let it get to him.”

Gabriella was upset at this assertion. What did she mean Teddy wasn’t ‘letting this get to him’? Her husband had been supportive of her through everything! Her feelings from before Wilma arrived were starting to well back up. Was she trying to sneak her way into their relationship? She must have barged in to show that she’s the new head of this household! Well, that wasn’t going to fly with Gabby. Her rage was starting to devour her common sense as she heard Wilma continue.

“Yeah, apparently even after what happened, he still managed to find a job that worked for him. No, I haven’t seen the happy couple yet. I really want to. Especially the wife. It must really take a lot of courage to stay with your husband even as he shrinks away. Now that’s a loving relation!”

The gears in Gabby’s head start turning as she realizes what happened. Apparently, her friend hadn’t been terribly clear with the instructions, and Wilma got it in her head that Teddy is the one that shrunk. She must think this is the bedroom that isn’t in use, and that’s why she’s cleaning it now. She let out a sigh of relief.

But that came with another startling revelation. If she thought this room wasn’t in use, she has no reason to believe a tiny person might be in here. She has no reason to watch where she was going or what she was doing.

“Alright Iggy! I’m going to let you go. I have some vacuuming I need to get done. I’ll call you when I get off work. Love you, honey. Mwah! Bye!”

Now that Gabby knew what the problem was, she could finally get her attention and get out of this horrible situation. She followed the towering maid as she made her way to the door.

Wait. Did she say vacuuming?*

How will Gabriella escape this situation? Will she be able to get Wilma’s attention in time? Tune in next time to find out.

So this was an interesting one. A little set up for some unaware fun. Also, a lot of feedback I’ve received from a number of different sources was curious about what Teddy looked like, so I’ll sprinkle a few descriptors here and there to help craft a more complete picture in your head.

Chapter 7: Two Years in the Making

Gabriella was putting on her makeup on for the first time since the accident. Normally there was no point to doing so. She barely ever left the house, her face was too small to see the finer details anyway, and it took Wilma hours to get the makeup kit set up so it could even be used by a person her size. But Gabby wanted to make an extra special effort, because today was a very special day.

She looked at the calendar. October 24th. It had two years on the dot since the day Teddy had said “I do” at the altar that autumn afternoon. Even as the chill whipped across her face as they left, she had never felt such a warm feeling in her life. So she made the extra effort to get nice and gussied up.

Gabby looked over to her open door to see Wilma dusting the fans in the hallway. Things had been somewhat strained between the two ever since they’re abysmal first impression, so Wilma usually went out of her way to give Gabby as much personal space as she needed. Gabby wasn’t quite as bitter about the whole vacuum business as she had been last month. Wilma’s incredible cooking and general dedication to maintaining her distance had certainly dulled the edge of her anger quite a bit.

Gabby pressed a button next to the vanity. Teddy had it installed in case she needed to call for help, but she hadn’t used it until now. Wilma saw the small device on her cart flash “BEDROOM VANITY” and walked over to Theodore and Gabriella’s shared room. She looked timidly around the room. Once she spotted Gabriella, she made her way quickly over to where she was standing.

“Good morning, Mrs. Snoww. Is there anything I can do to help you with today?”

“Yes, actually. Would you mind telling me if I look good today? I want to look extra special for dinner tonight.”

Wilma looked at her tiny employer. She could see the makeup kit she made adjustments to really pay dividends. Her ruby red lipstick, her sparkly eyeliner, and her light blush all really made her natural features pop. She was wearing a long black dress that had been custom-made by her personal tailor. She wore small sandals that showed off her delicate toes, painted with a precision brush for a craft shop that had been repurposed to paint nails. They were white with little pink hearts painted on each.

“You look absolutely lovely, Mrs. Snoww.”

“Good. What do we have planned for dinner tonight?”

“I can’t say. Your husband had a special request for tonight’s meal, and said he wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Interesting! I look forward to seeing what he has planned.”

Wilma excused herself to get back to work. Gabby couldn’t help but notice Wilma taking another quick peek at her as she left. She really seemed stunned at just how good the miniature woman had made herself look. Gabby ran the brush through her hair just a few more times. She wanted everything to be perfect tonight.

That night, when Teddy returned from his office to bring Wilma to dinner he looked absolutely fabulous. His nice grey tuxedo jacket with gray pants were complemented by the baby blue button-up beneath. He was wearing a white and blue striped tie that Gabby had gotten him for his 27th birthday. His brown dress shoes wear polished so well Gabby could see her reflection in them.

“Wow, looks like my big Teddy bear cleans up well!”

“You look pretty stunning tonight yourself. I haven’t seen you this spiffed up in a good while.”

“What can I say? Today’s a very special day.”

“Indeed, if you’ll take my hand, I have something to show you.”

Teddy sat his palm face up for Gabby to climb on. For just a second, Gabby thought about how comfortable she had gotten with climbing into Teddy’s hand. At first, it had been pretty terrifying getting in and out of his hand. The vertigo would kick in as she rose into the air, and she would sometimes have a panic attack. Now she was feeling more comfortable with her new size. Maybe even too comfortable. But that thought disappeared as she was placed on the table and Wilma came in with their meal.

Gabby was given a scrap of prime steak and a tiny portion of scrambled egg. Teddy had a ham and cheese omelet. It only took her a second to be hit with a wave of nostalgia as she remembered that humid summer night so many years ago.

A few years ago, Gabriella had been held for long hours at a board meeting. It was almost 1:00 am and there was barely anything still open. Desperate for something to fill her stomach, she stopped at the first diner that looked even remotely in operation. She wandered into the dingy hole-in-the-wall establishment and ordered their steak and egg special. Though having tasted it, perhaps “special” was a bit of a strong overstatement. As she chewed the tough, borderline inedible steak, another person came through the door. Specifically, a brown haired gentleman in a T-shirt, jeans, and thick boots that made his already tall physique even more imposing sat down beside her and ordered a steak and cheese omelet.

The man was disappointed to learn that there was no more steak left in the diner as the previous customer had gotten the last of it for the night.

“Trust me, you didn’t miss out on much.”

She didn’t need to say anything. She could have continued to eat her abysmal meal in silence, but her first contact with the man she would come to know as Theodore Snoww changed the course of her life.

Back in the present, Gabby had some slight concerns about her meal. She hadn’t been able to eat hardier meats at her new size, and steak was certainly among the hardier ones. But the second it reached her lips, it practically melted in her mouth. She didn’t know how Wilma did it, but her warm meal went down smooth. She hadn’t been able to experience such a flavor in months, so to be able to enjoy this meal with Teddy as they reflected on the best days of their lives made her meal extra wonderful.

When the meal had finished, Teddy stood up and took Gabby to the living room.

“Honey, I want you to know that I’m glad we’ve been able to overcome everything life has put us through for the last year together. I know neither of us has really fully gotten used to the changes we’ve had to go through recently, but I know we can do it together.”

“Oh, Teddy~!”

“Let me finish. I’ve been thinking about our future and how we move forward in our relationship. I know I haven’t been the most attentive guy to you in the past, and I know you’ve been feeling frustrated that you haven’t been contributing as much as you used to. I don’t think any less of you for it, mind you, but I can see in your eyes that it’s been eating away at you that you can’t contribute as much as you used to. So I’ve been hatching a solution!”

“Really? What did you come up with? I hope it’s a better solution than your fix to the broken garage door opener.”

“Hey, I’ll have you know that the pulley system would have worked if we hadn’t gotten the cheap rope at the hardware store.”

“Or when you …”

“Come on Gabby! I know I haven’t had the best plans in the past, but I’ve given this one a lot of though. If I tell you my plan, will you please at least try to seriously consider it?”

“Okay Teddy. Whatever you have in mind, I promise not to laugh. Lay it on me!”

“I think we should strongly consider opening up our marriage.”

Gabby kept her promise. She certainly wasn’t laughing.*

How will Gabby react to this turn of events? What’s going to happen moving forward? Tune in next time to find out!

I wanted to do something for Mother’s Day, since I completely missed Valentine’s Day earlier this year, so I decided I would delay the anniversary chapter a day to have it come out today. I hope you enjoyed this one, because the next chapter is going to be a doozy.

Chapter 8: A Civil Discussion

“WHAT!?!?”

“Calm down, honey.”

“No, I won’t calm down! How could you even think this would be an okay idea?”

“Well, let’s face it, honey. We both have needs that we can’t exactly satisfy for each other. Our size difference has pretty thoroughly killed our sex life, and you really hadn’t gotten into any of my attempts to fix it. Don’t you think we both deserve somebody who can fill that hole in our relationship, that’s more… our size?”

“And how the hell do you propose to do that? If you haven’t noticed, there aren’t really any men out there small enough to fit in a pocket!”

“Look, I get what you’re saying, but you’re a resourceful girl. You’ve always had a head for problem-solving, so you can easily figure something out.”

“Theodore, do you even hear the words coming out of your mouth? Are you seriously trying to convince me that you should be allowed to sleep around in our relationship, and I should just ‘figure something out’?”

“What? Of course not! That’s why I asked you about it. I would never sleep with another behind your back. That’s the entire reason we’re talking about it. You should know me better than that by now. If I were the sort of person to just cheat on your marriage, I frankly have more than enough opportunity to do so without getting your opinion about it.”

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better. You want to sleep with somebody else, and I’m supposed to be grateful that you decided to tell me I wasn’t good enough for you!”

“Of course you’re good enough for me. It’s just this one thing I need to be perfectly happy in our relationship. And again, it would go both ways. I’m sure there are plenty of guys that would love to get their hands on a bombshell like you, even if they can’t really get their dick wet, for obvious reasons.”

Gabriella was so upset, it almost felt like all the blood in her body had turned to ice. Her face was beet red, and she was stomping around the living room table with a heaviness that shouldn’t have been possible for a woman of her stature.

“If that’s how you feel about this situation, why don’t we get a divorce? If I can have anybody else I wanted, and you clearly don’t think I can give you what you want, then why even keep this stupid fucking charade up?”

“You really haven’t read our pre-nup agreement recently, have you?”

“So that’s what this is about? You just want my money?”

“No, it’s the other way around. You want my money. Remember when you were trying to open up a branch for SHC in Hong Kong. Well, part of the stipulation on the pre-nup was that any future endeavors embarked by one party and not the other would still be protected by the pre-nup. And that goes both ways. So now all the money I’ve made off my poker career is now completely off the table in a divorce proceeding.”

“Trust me, Teddy, I can live with that!”

“Can you? Remember when we did the math on how long we could live off your savings? Well, that was assuming I would be the one watching over you for the rest of your life. Without me, you would have to hire a caretaker, and that would be expensive. Maybe your injury compensation lawsuit works out for you, but with all the expenses from having to hire a divorce lawyer, paying your caretaker, and buying a new home, would you even still have the money to continue litigating that?”

Gabby was trying to hold back her tears. She didn’t want to look weak even as Teddy shoved her weakness in her face.

“And that’s assuming that you end up with a caretaker that actually takes care of you. At such a small size, somebody could easily take advantage of you. After all, you would be weak, defenseless, and in possession of a lot of money. Who knows what could happen if they decided there was an easier way to get your money!”

Gabby couldn’t take it any more and started bawling her eyes out. She lay down and curled into a ball as the tears rolled down her face and onto the coffee table. Teddy grabbed a tissue and gently dabbed the skin beneath his wife’s eyes.

“There, there. No need to cry. I’m not going anywhere. As long as you’re with me, everything is going to be fine. Just calm down, Gabby. I’m here.”

The words of reassurance rang hollow for the distraught woman laying in the stream of misery pooling against the base of her face from her eyes. Was there really nothing she could do? It felt like all hope was lost.

“I understand your pain. I really do. If there was anything more I could do for you after a divorce, I would. But with the pre-nup my hands are pretty tied. Do you understand? Opening up our relationship is the only way we can both be happy. I’m doing this for you!”

“Fine.”

“What was that?”

“I said ‘fine’! Go ahead! Sleep with whatever bimbo you want! See if I care!”

“Come on, snugglepuff! I know this will take some getting used to, but you’ve gotten used to far weirder things before.”

Theodore left Gabby to give her some alone time. He figured if she had some time to herself, she would realize that he was right. She would realize that he was the best thing to ever happen to her and be grateful he didn’t leave her high and dry. While he waited, though. A hottie had given him her number at the bar the other day. He might as well give her a call.

Gabby couldn’t imagine having a worse day, but as it turns out, things actually could get worse. As soon as Teddy left, Gabby heard a potted plant fall over by the entrance to the dining room. The toppling sound was followed by a skirt making itself seen from beyond the doorway. Wilma started tipping the plant upright when she noticed she had been spotted.

“Uh, I wasn’t eavesdropping or anything. I was just …”

Whatever excuse Wilma had planned to explain her presence had clearly left her head. She sat the potted plant back in place and bolted away.

It seems Gabby had an audience for the most miserable five minutes she could remember.*

How will Gabby deal with the new dynamic of her relationship? Can she escape this hopeless situation? Check back next time to find out!

We have a dialogue heavy entry today. It’s going to feel a bit different that the rest of this previously pretty dialogue-lite series, but I’d love to hear what you think.

Chapter 9: Patricia

Patricia Slush looked down at the scared little woman on the living room table. When Theo had told her about his shrinky-dink wife, she thought he just couldn’t hold his liquor. They’d gotten pretty wasted at the bar last night. But sure enough, there she was in the flesh. Looking her up and down, she could see why Theo was trying to ditch this bitch for a real woman. This cunt probably couldn’t even get the tip of his cock in her mouth without breaking her jaw.

Gabby had never seen this woman in her life. Her haughty, arrogant smirk was nestled within a frame of short red hair and a plethora of piercings. Her orange crop-top left much of her muscular midriff on full display. Her jeans were ripped in several places, but looking at the grease stains on them, Gabby couldn’t imagine those rips were just for fashion. She looked young. Gabby wouldn’t believe the woman was a day over 20 compared to her own age of 29.

Patricia finally spoke her first words with the beleaguered woman of the house. “Hey, bitch! Where’s your hubby? Since you can’t really gargle his balls anymore, I’m here to take a crack at it.”

Patty sat down on the sofa and kicked her beat-up sneakers onto the table. Looking around, the place looked swanky. While she usually made a habit of never sleeping with the same guy twice, how often does a girl get to hang out in a mansion, or see a freak small enough to use her tongue piercing as a dildo? Besides, she already has another guy lined up if things went south.

Gabby didn’t even know what to say to this arrogant bitch. And even if she did know, it was unlikely this mystery woman would listen.

“There you are! Great to see you again, Patty.”

Theodore walked into the living room coated in sweat from working out in his home gym. He took a hand towel to his forehead to clean himself off a bit, but Gabby could smell Teddy from across the room. Patty didn’t mind though. She always liked a little musk on her fuck buddies.

“Theo! About time.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. You’re a little early, and I wanted to get a few reps in before we got down to business.”

Patty and Theo wasted no time undressing each other, caressing each other’s bodies as clothes were removed piece by piece. Gabby was flabbergasted. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Why would Teddy do this in front of her?

When Patty was finally down to just her bra, and Theo was down to not even that, Theo shoved Patty down onto the table. Gabby didn’t even have time to process what was happening before Patty’s round ass collided with her diminutive frame. Both Gabby and Patty were a bit shocked when the tiny woman became encased in a tomb of flesh. Theo pulled apart Patty’s legs and took a few sensual licks, polishing her pussy piercings with her tongue. His licks gave way to practically drinking the fluid straight from Patty’s cunt.

“Oh shlrp Oh Patty! thlpp If my wife wasn’t in my bedroom right now, slp slp I’d lay you out on my bed thrrp and fuck you so bad I’d have to throw away the sheets. *shrrrtp”

That’s when things started to click into place for Gabby. Wilma would have usually taken her back to the couple’s bedroom by now, but because of all the commotion of the guest arriving early, that didn’t happen. Teddy must not know she’s even here stuck under his fling’s ass.

Patty seemed to have caught onto the situation too, since the second Gabby tried to speak up, she felt more of Patty’s weight pressed upon her, muffling any attempt for her voice to reach Teddy.

Patty, on the other hand, was having a blast. This guy’s tongue was almost as good as his dick, and having his frumpy wife trapped beneath her to boot just made it all so much more erotic. She had both members of this couple wrapped around her finger, both for very different reasons. She lifted her ass off the table, but Gabriella was caught in her cheeks. Theo stood up as Patty took his place on her knees. Theo’s cock was already hard as diamond, and ready for action.

Patty started by teasing his slit with her tongue stud. Her piercing traced its way down his thick vein, while her mouth took more and more of her new fuckmate’s dick. She greedily slurped on his sweaty, musky penis as Theo moaned loudly. When it was thoroughly covered in her spit, she bent over the table. Theo mounted her and began to pound her pussy.

Gabriella’s entire world shook as the titans had their fun. With every thrust of Theo’s hips, he crushed his wife inside a bubbly, thick vise. Between the heat, the smell, and the overwhelming pressure, Gabby faded out of consciousness.

When she finally awoke, she was on the floor of the living room sitting in a cold pool of liquid that seems to have dripped down from the cushions, given the huge stain down the front of the couch. Neither Patty nor Teddy were in the living room, but Wilma was taking apart what she could from the couch. Gabby could see why. The couch had been left in a pretty unusable state, and after last night, she probably wouldn’t want to use it if she could.

As Wilma was disassembling the couch, she spotted Gabriella on the floor.

“Oh thank god! There you are! Your husband was asking about you, and I couldn’t find you. I was so worried that the worst could have happened. How did you…”

Wilma saw the liquid dripping from her body and looked at the sofa. She pretty quickly put two and two together and turned as red as a beet.

“Ohgodi’msosorryicompletelyforgotdon’tbemadatmeididn’tmean…”

“Wilma, stop! It’s okay! It’s not your fault.”

It was a bit her fault, but Gabby needed Wilma to calm down to help her. When Wilma stopped hyperventilating, she went to the bathroom and grabbed a wet hand towel so Gabriella could wipe off the drying cum. After a few moments of awkward silence, Wilma tried to lighten the mood.

“So how was it?”

“How was what?”

“You know… That Patricia girl was kind of hot. I heard them a bit from the hallway. I wasn’t snooping! It’s just, it sounded so intense, and you were right there in the room, so close to the action. I can only imagine how hot it must have…”

“Wilma!”

Wilma, realizing she had put her foot in her mouth again, belted out the words ‘I’m sorry’ before charging out of the room crying, leaving Gabby to clean up the mess her husband and his fling made of her.*

Teddy and Gabby’s relationship has crossed the point of no return. Will Gabby ever find happiness in her situation? Is there even hope for her? Tune in next time to find out.

This chapter is both longer and raunchier than usual. I’m curious to hear how people feel about this chapter in particular, since it’s a pretty stark contrast from what we’ve seen out of this story so far.

Nice find! Is there any size content before or after those chapters?

Poker would be interesting. In essence, you could go from having only a few tinies, to having a whole bunch by the end of the night.

@sally-g

Thanks! I really had fun designing the world, even though we didn’t really see that much of it, and I definitely want to revisit this scenario sometime in the future when I have a little more experience under my belt.

Sound’s interesting. I might see if I can get something cooked up.