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Chapter 4: Marked

“… and you are IT!”

Jack let out a slight sigh of relief. He had avoided selection until the end. Gary’s cigarette rose to the sky in Grant’s clutches. Gary’s fight or flight response kicked in, but with a hurt ankle and the tv tray keeping him in place, fleeing wasn’t an option. So when Grant reached down to grab Gary, he got a bite on the finger.

Grant recoiled. He had dealt with his shrunken victims lashing out at him, but the bite still stung a bit. The bastard ripped a good chunk out of his finger, so he went to go grab a bandage. When he came back, he could see the tiny making a last ditch attempt to bail by climbing the glass inside the tray, but it was no use. With his busted ankle, he wasn’t getting anywhere fast. Grant was still upset that his plaything was trying to escape and grabbed him to keep him from evading him.

Holding this worthless reprobate by his arm in his right hand, he brought his lit cig to his mouth with the left. “Okay, shitface! I ought to reduce you into an unrecognizable mess for the crap you pulled, but I’m feeling generous today. Who are you, and what do you think a little bastard like you can even make of yourself?”

Gary had spent every ounce of energy he had in that last ditch effort, and had only really managed to piss his cruel captor off. With no other options available, he started crying and begging.

“Please, I’m sorry. My name’s Gary Stewart. My dad runs Stewart, Thompson, & Associates Brokerage. I’m going to take over for my father at his firm. If you want anything, I can give it to you. If it’s money, I have that! Position or prestige, I can do that! Just please let me go!”

Gary’s declaration only really served to piss Grant off even more. Grant had not had any great opportunities and never really made anything of himself despite how hard he tried. So this snivelling little cretin having the good life served to him on a silver platter struck a bad chord with him. And that was on top of the fact that he bit him, was trying to escape, and was getting his hand sticky with whatever it was on his body.

“Well, Gary, I’ll have you know that you hurt my finger really bad. Even if I wanted to forgive you, you’ll have to make it up to me for biting me.

“Yes, of course! Anything!” He would quickly come to regret the use of the word ‘anything’ here, as the lit end of the cigarette approached his hand. He screamed and convulsed as the smoldering cig was pressed into the back of its hand.

“Then surely you don’t mind doing at least this much. After all, since you hurt me, hurting you would be the easiest way to even the score! But I can’t help but feel you’re not taking this lesson to heart. Maybe I really need to drive home the point.”

Grant turned Gary upside-down and grasped him by the foot. Grant buried the burning end of the cig into Gary’s thigh. Gary blubbered like a baby as he twitched in pain. The only words he could manage were “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” over and over again.

This was more to Grant’s tastes. “Was that all it took to throw away your dignity? Come on, rich boy. Grow a set of balls and man up! Here, …”

Grant lowered him down to his crotch. Gary was given an up close view of Grant’s hairy ballsack and twitching cock as Grant traced his face down its length.

“… Is what real balls look like. You should take this as an example!” Then a devious smirk crept across his face as he had a very naughty idea. Gary hyperventilated as the searing cigarette once again for him, but this time aimed between his legs. “Though I suppose if you don’t need any…”

Gary couldn’t even think anymore as his head buzzed in pure pain when the cigarette made contact. He frothed at the mouth as he let out an unearthly howl.

Jack watched what happened and flinched. He instinctively covered his crotch with his hands. Though whether that was from empathetic pain or to cover his erection not even Jack could say.

Grant dropped the tiny man into his ashtray and returned his right hand to the work it had been doing on his dick. His final act with Gary’s cig was to bring it down firmly onto Gary’s face. He couldn’t even scream, as it started burning his lungs. Finally, death showed mercy to the poor soul as Gary perished.

Jack and Grant knew what that meant. Fate could no longer extend Jack’s life. This is where the end had to occur. Jack looked at the amateurish drawing of his own face on the last cigarette, just to confirm to himself that there was only one way this could go.

Grant looked down. Gary had been fun, but he still hadn’t quite gotten off. And his still had one more plaything to use. But he was already on edge and ready to blow. His hand descended into the pile one last time.

Four cigarettes down, only one to go.*

Now that we’re down to one person, I actually want to know. Did getting to vote for the next person to go actually enhance the experience for you guys? Did it actually feel like you were impacting the story like intended? Was this something that you’d like to see more of in the future? Really curious on that front.

Thank you to everybody who voted in the last poll. Kim was our unlucky winner with 38% of the vote, so with that, enjoy!

Chapter 2: Hotboxed

Grant’s hand reached over to the pile as another lot was drawn. This time, the cigarette had Kim’s face on it. Kim backed away from the towering smoker, but in a flash, she was grabbed up just like Duke before her. She tried to latch onto Jack’s shoulders begging for help, but a quick tug separated the two.

Grant looked at his newest plaything. She was actually pretty cute. If he had been twenty years younger, he might have asked this woman out. No, I suppose it would be fairer to say that if he had been twenty years younger, he probably would have wanted to ask her out, but never work up the courage to do so. After all, that had been the story of so many of the relationships in his life. Wasted opportunities as the years ticked away before him. He shrugged.

“Let’s try this again. Please at least attempt to do better than … well, I guess I actually never got the first guy’s name. If you value your life at all, you better give me a good introduction. After all, if you don’t have anything you’re building towards, what do you really lose if I take everything away from you.”

Grant grabbed a glass sitting on the table. Placing Kim back in the tray, he slammed the glass down on her upside down, trapping her inside. The ringing sound the glass made seemed to snap Tanisha out of her transe. The ash-covered woman ran over to her friend and started slamming on the glass.

Grant lit his cigarette and looked down at the tiny woman. The cold stare he gave her was enough to send shivers down Kim’s spine. Grant took a long drag of his cig and, lifting the glass, blew a large puff of smoke into the glass. Kim realized that she was going to suffocate in the glass if she didn’t do something, so she went along with Grant’s request, hoping for mercy.

“Wait! My name is Kim Liufang. I’m twenty-two years old, and I’m in school studying medicine right now to become a surgeon.”

Grant pondered this a while as he smoked. It looked to the tiny trapped woman that the giant was seriously considering the merits of her dream and the work she did to achieve it. Kim was about to ask the giant to let her go, he lifted the edge of the glass up and blew more smoke in. Kim recoiled and coughed loudly from the smoke blown into her face.

“Surgeon is a bit vague. You could use that to mean anything from brain surgeon, to knee surgeon, to plastic surgeon! And why surgeon anyway?”

Tanisha was beside herself. She tried desperately to lift the rim of the glass, but no matter how hard she strained herself, she couldn’t budge the glass an inch. Even when Jack started helping, they couldn’t lift the barrier between Kim and freedom.

Gary, on the other hand, had different ideas. When he had gotten shrunk, he was still holding the beers. Apparently he must have dropped them, since he was incredibly sticky and smelled of booze. He noticed that Grant was keeping the glass pretty close to the shear wall of the prison. Compared to the almost 90 degree cliffside the tv tray’s walls created, the slope of the cup seemed far more manageable, especially with hands sticky enough to scale the glass. He would have to leave his friends behind, of course, but he could always call for help after he had gotten out of the tv tray and escaped Grant. Positioning himself in a blindspot to Grant, he started climbing. Kim finally caught enough of a breath to continue.

“I wanted cough to be a heart surgeon. My wheeze grandma died from a heart complication when I was little, so hack I’ve always wanted to make a world where others wouldn’t have to wheeze go through that. Think of all the people I can save! Please hack mister. Let me go!”

Grant did earnestly think about all the people she could save. From children who had so much life left to live, to parents wanting to see their kids grow up, to the elderly just trying to cling to every last second they have. In that moment, all the people Kim could one day help flashed within his mind, each appearing as a flickering flame. They all sat before him like candles on a birthday cake.

And Grant blew one last puff of smoke.

Like that, all the little flames were blown out as the life faded from Kim’s eyes. But Grant knew that none of those people would get their wish. Grant could barely contain himself as he stroked himself harder and harder. He wasn’t even making an effort to hide it anymore.

Jack watched Kim place her hand on the glass and give him one last glance before falling into a slump against the glass’s side. Tanisha was howling and bawling her eyes out at the sight. Jack couldn’t process Kim’s death. As he looked into the cup, he could only focus on the smoke swirling inside. It was like a cloud of dark magic came to suck the life from everybody he knew. Then he looked up to the being that conjured it, towering above him like a malicious, depraved god.

Tanisha looked up and saw what Grant was doing. How could he be so thoroughly monstrous? He had just taken away the love of her life, and now her best friend! And for what, some sick kicks? Tears flowed as she knew that everybody here, including her, would have their life ripped away just to satisfy this sick bastard.

When Grant had lifted the glass one last time to deliver the final blow to Kim, he had inadvertently sent Gary tumbling. He hit his back hard against the edge of his enclosure. He wanted to scream, but bit his lip. After all, he didn’t want to attract the giant’s attention.

Grant put the cigarette out in the ashtray. He lifted the glass and dumped Kim next to the snuffed-out cig. Very little of her picture was still left on the cigarette, with most of it being burnt away. Tanisha went to check on Kim, praying that by some miracle she had just passed out, but when Tanisha checked her pulse, it was clear her friend had truly perished.

Grant’s libido needed sating. Kim’s death had triggered something in him that Duke’s simply couldn’t. He had taken Kim’s hopes and dreams away from her, and he knew exactly what that entailed. He had to have more. He hurriedly grabbed at the pile like a hungry animal clawing at its prey.

Two cigarettes down, three to go. *

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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events is purely coincidental. Also, be mindful of the tags. If one or more of the tags causes you some degree of discomfort, proceed with caution. Be aware of heavy sexual themes, and extreme cruelty.

Chapter 1: Burnt

Today seemed like just another ordinary day for Jack. The 20 year old college sophomore never really felt much excitement in his life unless he was partying all night getting sloshed. The usual place to be for the nightlife was his friend Gary’s house. His parents were loaded, so he had his own house, where the party never stopped and the beer and sex flowed like running water.

Jack grabbed the keys off the desk and headed over to Gary’s place. He ducked to get through his door frame and over to his car. At 6”4’, that wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. He got in his car and drove across campus to pick up his pal Duke. Well, not just Duke. You see, Duke was the sort of guy all the ladies couldn’t keep their hands off. Duke was not only coming with his sidepiece, but he’d even gotten Jack a piece of the action.

When he rolled up to Duke’s dorm, he stepped out with two ladies in tow. To Jack’s surprise, Kim was one of them. Kim was in the medical program training to be a nurse, so you two ended up sharing a bunch of classes. But the petite Asian woman had always given off the aura of a serious, no-nonsense sort of person. Jack had never had her pegged for the partying type.

The other woman was Tanisha, and she had come with Duke a few times to these escapades. She was a complete bombshell. She was wearing a tight slip-on dress that accentuated all her curves, and her make-up game was on-point as always, and hair that reached past the small of her back. Though, I suppose if you’re going to hang on the arm of somebody as built and chiseled as Duke, you need to look your best to stand out. After all, with his perfect muscles, his perfect build, and his perfect hair, you would almost think he was the model for the cover of teen romance novels

On the way to the party, Duke got a text from Gary that his car had broken down at the liquor store when he was out buying the good stuff for the party. Jack had plenty of room in his car, so they went to pick him up too. When they parked in the parking lot, Gary approached them laden with booze. He opened the car door and everybody blacked out.

When everybody woke up, the car was gone and everybody was naked. They were standing on a smooth black surface that nobody recognized. Jack, assuming they had just gotten blackout drunk, helped the others to their feet. Looking around, he noticed the black wall around the enclosure was actually connected to the ground. The only other items of interest that could be seen were a large, shallow bowl in the middle of the enclosure filled with gray dirt and five peculiar white logs in a stack to its side. Looking over, he noticed one of the logs on the bottom of the stack had a crude picture of his face on it. He wondered whether he’d drawn that in a drunken stupor, but decided that wasn’t worth worrying about. He was more worried about where they were and how to return home.

They heard a loud creaking sound from somewhere over the large wall, when suddenly the sound of footsteps approached them. But these footsteps were louder than any feet they’d ever heard. A man came into view that shocked everybody trapped in the walls. His hair was jet black with a silver streak through it. He was clean shaven with a very chiseled chin. He was wearing a black T-Shirt. A pair of glasses with thin frames perched upon his bulbous nose. His wrinkles gave him a wizened appearance. But none of that is what made him so shocking. From their perspective, the man must have been at least 300, no 400 feet tall.

Grant was a 47 year old man, who had always felt he let the best years of his life pass him by. Even before he had gotten as old as he had, he always felt jealous that other people had their lives together, while he was just chugging along, and his midlife crisis certainly hadn’t helped things. Then on his 45th birthday, he realized he had acquired a certain power that would change the trajectory of his life, namely the ability to shrink people. With this new power, he both found a way to make himself feel better about how much of his life he felt he wasted, and to feed two of his addictions at once. So when he saw four young college students pick up their friend to enjoy the best years of his life, he knew what he had to do.

Imagining by now his guests had probably awoken, he made his way back into the living room. On the table was a cheap plastic TV tray. But to Grant, it was special. It was where he did his favorite activity. Looking down, his prisoners looked up at him in awe and started to panic. He supposed if he were looking up at a gigantic god of a man, he would panic too. He didn’t blame them, especially knowing what was going to come next.

Grant picked up the top log in the stack, giving everybody a better view of them. To their surprise, the log was actually a cigarette. As Grant lifted the cigarette, Jack noticed a picture on that cig as well. The artist hadn’t done a very good job, but the image was still unmistakably Duke’s face. Grant turned the cig to take a look at the picture and smiled. He had hoped that this one would be one of the first to go. Grant grabbed the hunk and brought him to his face.

“Tell me, little one. What do you want to do with your future? Do you have any dreams or aspirations?”

Duke was taken aback. He hadn’t expected the giant to get philosophical with him, but he could tell from his twisted smile and focused eyes that he didn’t have Duke’s best intentions in mind. He started wriggling in his grasp and begging.

“Please, I don’t know what you want, but I’ll give you anything you want. If it’s money, no problem! If you need a girlfriend, I can hook you up! Please, just let me go!”

Grant was a bit disappointed. Sometimes his little victims didn’t want to talk to him. But that’s a bit okay. After all, if he was just another face in the crowd to him, he didn’t really need to feel bad about what he was going to do next, did he?

Grant put Duke’s back up against his cigarette and pinched him against it, freeing up an extra hand. He grabbed a rubber band from off the table outside the walls of the TV tray, and he wrapped it around Duke, pinning him to the cigarette. Duke was now suspended from the cig looking down. Disgustingly, it seems the shirt Grant was wearing hid the fact that he wasn’t actually wearing anything below his waist except a pair of cowhide boots. His bush, his hairy legs, and his flaccid cock were on full display to the suspended man.

Click, Click

Duke recognized the sound. It was a lighter. Realizing where he was and what that meant, he tried his hardest to break his bonds, but he couldn’t pull himself away from the cig. He felt himself getting warmer as a bright light shown through the hair draped over his face. That’s when it happened. The cigarette and Duke’s hair caught fire. Duke screamed and cried and begged as Grant put down his lighter. He tried blowing his hair, shaking his head, even spitting. Anything to just make the fire go out. But nothing would spare Duke his fate. As Grant cradled his cigarette in his left hand as he took long drags, his right hand drifted down by his side. The last sight Duke ever saw was Grant’s right hand clasping around his cock as he stroked his dick.

Grant looked down at his playthings as he tapped his cigarette ash, and a significant portion of Duke’s burnt body into the ashtray. He always liked having the ashtray right in the middle so everybody could see just how gruesome each death truly was. The tiny man had so much life ahead of him. He could have had so many experiences. And now he was a corpse in the middle of his ashtray. The thought that this man’s life was in his hands, and he had so easily taken it away got him excited in a way few things could.

Tanisha was unconsolable as she held what was left of Duke and cried in Grant’s ashtray. Gary was scratching at the smooth walls of the tv tray, hoping for any way out. Kim curled into a fetal position, having a breakdown. But Jack looked up in awe at the giant unable to comprehend what he was seeing. It was almost maddening.

Grant finally finished his cig and snuffed it out in his ashtray. That was fun and was good fore-play, but he could do better than that. He slowly and deliberately reached back into the pile.

One cigarette down, four to go.*

Trying something different on this one. I’ve actually got a poll on my DeviantArt where you can pick which chapter comes out next. Really interested in how this turns out.

Hey there, little one! I know what you’re thinking. ‘Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this?’.

Let me be perfectly clear with you. It’s nothing personal. I’m a busy giant, and I just wanted an iced coffee. You pathetic little humans in line were just getting in my way. An man of my stature shouldn’t have to wait for minutes on end to get what he wants. So since you guys insisted on wasting my time, I had no choice but to take matters into my own hands, or feet rather. Now the five humans keeping me from my iced coffee have turned into four red splatters on my toes. Only one more to complete the set.

No, no, no. There’s no point in trying to leave now. You had plenty of opportunity to get out of the way earlier. Now you’re going to have to suffer the consequences of your actions. So any last words before-

be deep be deep

(Checks watch) Shit, is it that time already? Look, sorry little guy. I’d love to stay around and grind you into paste under my sole like I did with the rest of the folks in line, but I really need to get going.

Hey, I have an idea! I could take you with me on my grand adventure! It’ll be fun. You get to watch me have a little fun in the city, I get my appointment done, and then I can do whatever I want with you once I’m done. How does that sound?

…

No, I wasn’t really asking. That’s what’s called a rhetorical question, little guy. You don’t actually get a say in whether you go with me. I’m twelve times your size, so that should have been obvious. Now get on top of my hand before I get upset. I swear, sometimes I think Aaron is the only human whose brain isn’t as small as his body. Now get on my hand so we can walk while we talk.

Oh, yeah. Probably should have mentioned this earlier, but Aaron is the person we’re going to see. He’s my financial planner, and we’re discussing my stock portfolios today. You see, unlike a little wage-slave like you, I’m actually preparing for my future. My money is making me more money. Thus I can enjoy a lovely early retirement, where I can do what I enjoy doing best, which is fucking with you pathetic humans. Aaron’s really good too. My portfolio’s been steadily growing for years now. I’d recommend him to you, but I know you couldn’t afford his consultation fees even if you had money worth investiIIIIIIIIIIIII!

cruuuuuunch car alarm

MY FOOT! Fucking god almighty! The chassis of that car just gashed the hell out of my foot. Why is this car even here? This is a tow-away zone. What fucking asshole leaves their shit out in the open where people could step on it?

“My car! What happened!?!? What asshole totalled my caaaaa… Oh my god! I’m so sorry, Mr. Barnes! Please, I didn’t know!”

“Hey you! Is this your car? What sort of person just leaves their car in the middle of a tow-away zone? Now my foot’s gashed up, and your car is a wreck!”

“It won’t happen again Mr. Barnes! I promise! I was only there for a second because of an emergency. I’ll cover any medical bills to get your foot fixed up. I’ll do anything you want. Just forgive-”

“Whatever, just take your stupid car and get out of my sight.”

“Wait, what are you … NOOOO!”

Kick clash bash SPLAT car alarm

First she can’t park her car so it’s not in the way of my feet. Then, she can’t even get out of the way of her own car when I kick it back to her. I swear, how do people get old enough to drive without learning how to clean up after themselves. And people call me inconsiderate! Correct me if I’m wrong, but don’t human parents teach their children to pick up after themselves as children …

Actually, I just realized I don’t know your name. Why don’t I call you ‘Runt’? That sounds like the perfect name for a little runt like you.

…

Runt, that was another rhetorical question! Quit answering those! I don’t care what your stupid name is. I want to call you Runt, so I will.

Looks like we’re getting pretty close to Aaron’s office. Looks like I’ll still make it despite the hold-up you put me through at the coffee shop. Hey, Runt! See that woman over there. She doesn’t seem too busy, so I want to show you something cool.

“Hey, put me down!”

Why are you looking at me like that? Oh, the thing I wanted to show you? Not yet. We actually need to get to Aaron’s office before I can show you. Don’t worry though, I promise it will be worth the wait.

“Hey! Are you ignoring me?”

“Yes, now shut up.”

See that building, Runt? That’s the place! This is where the money magic happens! And that squirrely looking guy with the thick glasses and the comb-over is Aaron. He doesn’t look like much, but that guy’s a genius! And he’s the funniest guy you’ll ever meet. Trust me!

“Hey Aaron! Great seeing you again! How’s business?”

“Ah, Mr. Barnes. Good afternoon. It’s been a rough month. The economy has been doing poorly, and we have some things to discuss about your … Um, Mr. Barnes. Do you have friends with you? I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of making their acquaintance.”

“Ah, this little guy over here is Runt. We met at a coffee shop and have really hit it off. We’re having a day together, and he’s not that talkative, so don’t mind him.”

“Nice to meet you … Runt. What about your other friend?”

Okay, Runt. This is it. Pay very close attention to Aaron’s face for this next bit.

“This bitch? Trust me, Aaron. This fuckwad is no friend of mine. I was just about to show her what happens when you fuck with somebody like me.”

“What are you talking about? What do you … Oh god! Please! Don’t put me in your mouth. I’m begging you! AAAAAAAAHHHHH!

slurp suck suck CRUNCH

Hey, so don’t tell Aaron, but I didn’t even know this person before I picked her up today. But did you see the look on Aaron’s face when I bit down into her? It was hilarious! Aaron’s never been good with violence, so whenever I do any fucked up shit in front of him, it always gets a good reaction. See, watch this.

crunch crunch crunch

Look at him. He flinches every time I bite down. Let me tell you, there are more good things about being huge than I could even count, but if I had to list my favorite things about being a giant, reactions like that would definitely be in my top 30. Top 40 at the very worst. gulp Told you it would be worth the wait!

“Um, Mr. Barnes. I’m not interrupting am I?”

“Oh, my bad! Runt distracted me. You must pardon my manners. We were going to discuss my portfolio growth, right? I know the market has been bad recently, so what does the damage look like?”

“Well, here’s the thing. So you know about West Harbor International, right?”

“Know about it? Of course I know about it. Their headquarters was right where I wanted to set up my new mansion, so I mushed all their bigwigs into paste and got the property dirt cheap! Why?”

“Well, you didn’t quite ‘mush up’ all of their bigwigs. Unfortunately, you were a major shareholder, and when their American branch folded, you ended up with some pretty huge losses.”

“Oof. Ah well, such is life. What sort of money are we talking after the WHI loss and the economic drop? One million? Ten million?”

“Well … a quarter of a billion dollars, sir.”

“See, that wasn’t so bad. It’s just a quarter of a million dollars. That’s not even a bad as I was expe-”

“No, Mr. Barnes. Billion dollars. With a B.”

“I think you must have your numbers mixed up. The economy’s bad, but it isn’t that bad. Hand me that spreadsheet! Surely it isn’t that bad.”

…

“WHAT THE FUCK, AARON! How the hell did you manage to lose over 200 million dollars in a month? What am I paying you for, stupid!?!?”

“It’s not my fault, sir! You keep destroying businesses that you have a vested interest in. Not only that, but your legal fees are starting to catch up with you. Just the property damage cases alone are really stacking up. I promise I can get us back on track, if you’ll just give me one more chance. I’m sure if you just maybe thought of destroying the city a little less we could bring in a few huge savings. Maybe drop a few of your more expensive habits for the time being…”

Runt, are you hearing this shit? First he loses $250,000 dollars, then he accuses ‘me’ of being the one that’s bad with money? That’s just ridiculous!

“Aaron, this really doesn’t seem to be working out. It’s clear that my financial future is more than you can handle, so it’s time we went our separate ways.”
“Wait, please! You don’t have to do this. We can rebuild! WAIT! crack AAAUUUGGGHH! splat

Ugh, that got all over my hand! Sorry about that, Runt. Aaron isn’t usually that braindead. So this entire day has sucked. I didn’t get my iced coffee, I busted my foot, and I’m several million in the hole. How could things possibly get worse?

And before you even think about opening your mouth, that was another rhetorical question. Do not answer!

Though if you were to answer, I guess as bad as my day was, at least I made sure Aaron had a worse one. And that inconsiderate car guy. And the woman I ate. And all those people in line. Oh, and …*

I hope you all enjoyed. I’ve been really into rping recently, so I thought a story inspired by an rp style would be worth trying for a while. From there, the personal nature of the one-sided dialogue and the reliance on sound effects naturally pushed the story into a more comedy-centric direction. Let me know what you think!

@tiny-ivy Thanks! I really liked working with that premise. It really lent itself to some cool imagery and emotional beats. Honestly, editing this one was a nightmare just because I kept adding more and more in and didn’t want to shave down at all.

Chapter 3: Spicing Things Up

DISCLAIMER: The following is the first chapter to contain extreme sexual content that may make some readers uncomfortable. Viewer discretion is advised.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Teddy?”

She was lying down on a corkboard. Her arms and legs were bound with rubber bands to three thumbtacks, both her hands to one and one leg to each of the others. Her giant husband stood over her tied up body naked. His cock was still calming down after Gabby gave him his first ever full-bodyjob. Teddy picked up an ear swab and pressed it against his lips

Gabby had done bondage play with Teddy before to spice up the bedroom. That wasn’t the problem. But at her new size, the world seemed much scarier. She did trust her husband, but the sense of danger was far greater than she was accustomed to.

“Of course, Gabby! You went so far to fulfill my sexual desires even after your accident. I want to be there for you as well. We obviously can’t have real sex like we used to, but I don’t want to deprive you of that experience if I can do something about it! You don’t have to worry. It’s not going to hurt, I promise!”

Teddy slid the fuzzy tip of the ear swab into his mouth and sucked on it. When he was finally satisfied, he pulled it out, completely soaking wet. He lowered the tip on top of her clitoris, eliciting a loud moan from Gabby. So loud, in fact, that Teddy pulled back scared that he had hurt her wife by accident.

“I’m sorry. Maybe you’re right. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. This was for you, after al-”

“More!”

“Are you sure?”

“MORE!”

This was something entirely new to Gabby. Feeling the tickly brush of the soft wet fuzz of the ear swab on her sensitive clit gave Gabby a rush that she had never felt before. Her concerns washed away in the face of her own euphoric lust.

Teddy obliged. The swab danced around her sensitive lips as he got her ready for the next step. Gabby panted and moaned as Teddy kept her libido at a fever-pitch. Then, she audibly gasped as the swab finally penetrated her and sunk deeper inside her hungry pussy. The fuzzy swab tickled here insides and when it collided with her cervix, it took everything she had not to cum on the spot. She was in heaven and didn’t want it to stop.

Teddy looked down at his shrunken wife, squirming and writhing in heat as he pumped the swab in and out of her pussy. For him, this was…

… not really all that exciting, to be honest. He had thought that this would be really intense, but by this point, he had already gone completely flaccid. Sex toys and dildos had never really been his thing, and putting something inside Gabby wasn’t realy the same as being inside her.

He didn’t want to stop, because Gabby was really enjoying herself and she could definitely use a little fun after all the stress she’s been under after the incident. He decided to pull up some music on his phone to set the mood, but the tunes pretty much drowned out the sound of her moaning. Switching to a different tab, he began to read forum posts as he stirred his wife’s insides with the swab.

The rhythmic pounding of the swab brought Gabby to orgasm, but the pounding her pussy was taking didn’t stop. Gabby thought Teddy was doing an incredible job. He switched up the tempo at different intervals, made sure to rub against her G-spot, and kept her well pleased. As she reached climax after climax, she thought she was in heaven. But by the time of her fourth orgasm, she really wanted to stop. The bindings were cutting hard into her ankles and wrists, she was now soaked in sweat and cum to the point of dehydration, and her body is starting to ache everywhere.

“Teddy, I think we should stop.”

Teddy, of course, didn’t hear her over the music and continued to ram her drenched pussy. She wanted to scream louder, but her throat was both parched and sore from all the moaning she did. She squirmed and writhed trying to get out. She was more frightened than she had ever been before. As the song reached its end, and before another could start, she yelled as loudly as she could.

“Teddy! Stop! Please!”

That caught her husband’s attention. Seeing the state his wife was in, he tossed the ear swab to the corner of the room and pulled the thumbtacks out of the corkboard to give her some slack to free herself. Grabbing a water bottle and pouring some water into the cap for her, he tended to her to make sure she was okay.

After having some water and wiping the cooling sweat and cum from her body, Gabby began to perk up again. Teddy seemed relieved and apologized for not being more careful. He grabbed a tissue to cover her with and tended to her to bring her back to full strength.

“I’m so sorry, Gabby. This is all my fault. I pressured you into this, and then wasn’t attentive enough when you were trying to get me to stop.”

Teddy was in tears. Gabby didn’t think she had ever seen him cry like that before. Even though she had just been put through such a painful experience, she couldn’t bear to see her husband like this. She reached out to him and hugged his broad thigh. They both just spent a few minutes in each other’s company as they finally calmed down.

Gabby decided they both needed a rest, so they went to take a quick rest. Teddy set up a tissue for her blanket, as well as a cotton swab pillow. Teddy gave her a kiss good night and got into their cozy bed. He slumbered as she tried to make herself comfortable on the cool wooden nightstand.

“This is certainly going to take some getting used to,” she thought as she drifted off to sleep.*

Now that we’ve seen the immediate response to Gabby’s shrinking, how will things be with a bit more time under their belt? Tune in next time to find out.

Needed an extra day on this one, because I was having a bit of trouble irl with a few things. I do want to keep my “every four days” promise though, so expect me to be back on track next time.

@sally-g Oh, I hadn’t thought of using a thermometer. I’ll need to keep that in the back of my head. As for how things spice up sexually for these two, you’ll just have to wait to find out!

PART 1: Start Your Engine

Mary wasn’t exactly the most fortunate in love. She put too much of herself into every relationship far too early. She had already had two ex-boyfriends, which hadn’t worked out for their own separate reasons.

Her first boyfriend was Barney. Barney was a bit clingy, and didn’t really give her much in the way of personal space. He always disapproved when she went out with friends, and continued to claw his way into every facet of her life. It finally got to be too much for her, and she broke up with him.

Harold, on the other hand, was a hardcore player. There wasn’t a second of the day Harold didn’t have a woman clinging to his arm. He gave her the space she needed after being in a couple with Barney, but it was hardly a happier relationship. Waitresses would hit on them at any restaurant they visited. His coworkers would flirt with him regularly. It was all very stressful for Mary. Her last straw was when she learned Harold was still sleeping with one of his exes. When she confronted him about it, he blamed her for not being good enough to satisfy him. He even broke up with her on the spot!

Because she had so little luck in love, she always had an excuse to drink, and Mary was hardly the most responsible drinker in the world. Therefore, it was no surprise when she ended her night at Maurice’s Moonshine Bar far too intoxicated to drive. As she stumbled out into the parking lot fumbling with her car keys, her friend Peter stopped her.

“Hold up, Mary! You can’t go home like that! Here, let me call you a taxi…”

“Idsh fiiiiiiiine, I - hiccup I only live a few blocksh down thad way…”

Mary pointed in a vague direction that Peter knew wasn’t the direction of her house. Peter knew that Mary clearly wasn’t in a state of mind to start driving. Mary dropped her keys trying to pick them up, so Peter picked them up.

“Heeeeeyyyyyy, give thoshe ba- hiccup back I need thoshe …”

“Here, why don’t I drive you home? You get in the passenger’s seat, and I’ll drive you home.”

Something kicked into Mary’s inebriated mind that sent her on the defense. “No, you can’d my car ishn’d cleaaan…”

“Come on, Mary. I’m sure it’s not that bad…”

“Shdoooooop!” Mary said as she fiddled with her brooch.

Mary had a secret that not many people knew about. When she was younger, Mary had dabbled in the teachings of some fairly arcane tomes. She always had a fascination with the mystical, and had used her knowledge to some very dark ends. Unfortunately for her exes, Barney and Harold had become victims to her dark sorcery. Using this brooch as a sink for the universal energy she wanted to harness, she shrank her two exes down to an inch tall. This particular day, she had tied them to her acceleration and brake pedals on her car. She knew that if Peter saw them, her secret would be blown.

Desperate to make the brooch do something about the problem, but too drunk to do anything particularly clever with it, she finally got something to work. She made her way to the passenger seat. At first, she thought she had successfully teleported them away until a slight movement caught her eye. It turns out that the pair hadn’t actually gone anywhere, they had just become even smaller. So small that if Mary hadn’t already known they used to be there, she would have never realized they were there currently.

Mary was snapped out of her staring by the sound of the ignition starting. Peter eased his grey sandal onto the brake pedal as he changed the car into reverse and released the emergency brake.

Barney was having a rough day to say the least. Mary had been tormenting him all day on her way to complete her errands. The soles of her ruby high-heel shoes would mash against his legs and chest as she drove. Occasionally she would press down on him with her heel. Sometimes she would even slip out to press her nylons into his face. His only reprieve would be when she left the car to grab groceries, drop off the dry cleaning, etc.

To make matters worse, there was another guy in the car on the accelerator pedal. Apparently, since Mary left him, the little slut had gotten with some two-bit muscle man that slept around on her. While Barney was glad Mary had gotten her heart broken for being a brainless bimbo and running around like he warned her not to, he still didn’t want to have the fact that Mary was seeing other people shoved in his face. It was Mary’s fault for not seeing that he was perfect for her, so why was he being punished?

Barney wasn’t sure what Mary was planning when he and the other guy in the car with him shrunk. He was even more confused when he saw her get into the passenger’s seat. But as soon as Peter stepped into the car, he knew what was going to happen. He tried to get the giant’s attention, but the sandal rose over him before he could get his attention.

The sandal was even more hellish than the high heels. Firstly, Mary’s shoes had been fresh and new. This was the first time Mary had even worn them. Peter’s shoes, on the other hand, were covered in all sorts of dirt, dust, and caked-in grime. That isn’t even taking into account how sticky they were from the unwashed bar floor. To make matters worse, while Mary’s shoes had not yet had the scent of her feet baked into them, Peter’s feet were mostly out in the open. The odor of sweat overwhelmed Barney, who was pinned uncomfortably to the pedal by his leg.

Mary stared at the scene going on below her. The car hadn’t even really started moving and already her friend was subjecting one of her tormentors to untold torture without even knowing. Mary felt her panties become slick as he watched Peter’s toes press into the foam that would make Barney pay for all the suffering she went through.

The trip wasn’t going to be long, but boy, was it going to be fun.*

Howdy everybody! I decided to start Micro May with a feet oriented story for you all. This won’t be a very long story, but I hope you all enjoy. I haven’t done many feet oriented stories so far, so tell me what you think!

The view from Harold’s office was usually one of very few things he actually liked about his job. It gave him a nice view of the city, and it didn’t even point towards the wide-scale destruction that had occurred as of late from the giant attacks. But now that giant had placed them in his satchel. The same satchel he had seen this monstrous man put countless buildings into before on the news.

At first, the spry, lithe young man had come to them naked and curious. His destruction was random and unorganized. But soon that began to change. The first building he ever stole instead of destroying was a textile factory. He disappeared for a long while after that until he came back in an absolutely luxurious robe. He continued splattering a few people and destroying things until one day he took his second building, a smelting plant. The city had expected that the pattern would repeat, that he would leave for some time and return with a new tricket. How wrong we were!

The giant came back the next day on a mission. He went to the trainyard and started ripping up the track. This wasn’t too strange a behavior for the giant, but was strange was that he didn’t make much of an effort to ruin the rest of the trainyard. Valuable cargo was left untouched, innocent civilians were left unharmed, and the station was left undamaged. He would simply tear the tracks from the ground and drop them into the then-knew satchel he had about his waist. The reason for this became clear when he came back a few days later with elaborately designed bangles, crafted from the metal he stole from the trainyard.

More things were stolen from the city in the following month. The clock tower was turned into a watch on his wrist. The commemorative statue in the park became an earring. An apartment complex adorned his anklet. But the strangest thing he robbed was the subway.

He ripped up the ground near Main Street to get at the subway tracks. As the train reached the station, he grabbed up the train and started pinching the doors on each of the subway cars so they wouldn’t open. He moved from station to station until something even stranger happened. Because of the rampage, the subway closed down and nobody was in the train when he picked it up. Up to this point, he hadn’t actually taken any people in his rampages except for at the textile factory and smelting plant. Yet upon seeing he had a train with no passengers, he smashed open a hotel and started scooping people out to fill the train cars. Once they were full, he pinched the doors shut and dropped them in the satchel.

Even more bizarrely, Harold went missing for days after the subway incident, and when he came to pick Harold’s office building up, he hadn’t had even a glint of the trains with him. The location of the strangers was completely unknown.

Finally light shone into the satchel as a large hazelnut eye loomed in my window.

“Wow, look at that beauty. The structure, the craftsmanship, the way the light catches it and makes it glimmer! I definitely chose the right jewel to crown my masterpiece! So I bet you little runts want to know why you’re here. And to that, I congratulate you. You’re about to become part of something wonderful. My magnum opus!”

He took us to his table, where we saw the subway trains he’d stolen earlier. Shockingly enough, everybody on board was still alive, despite them being gone for days. Tubes fed in and out of the train cars. Food and water made its way to the victims, and the waste was carted away. What was even stranger about them was that they had all been bent to form chain links. The tiny captured citizens ambled about in a haze. They were surviving, but hardly living.

In the center stood a giant rectangular ring. A ring almost as large as their office building. No, Harold realized, a ring exactly as large as their office building.

“You see, I have so much pretty jewelry despite my magnificently large exterior, but I’ve never really had anything really unique to me. I’m so large, yet there isn’t a piece of jewelry that couldn’t be replicated by a regular person. That’s when I came up with an idea. A living necklace! You little mites are going to become part of my jewelry, a living symbol of my greatness!”

The building was a tight fit. To make Harold’s already bad day even worse, the ring completely covered his window, trapping him in darkness. He tried to leave, but the hallways were complete anarchy. People ran around freaking out at the declaration of intent. Harold decided it was for the best to just stay put until the crowd settled down.

The titan pulled out a welding torch and began to weld metal bracers to the building. This had the dual effect of keeping the office snug in his necklace, as well as block the doors. He worked with the delicacy of an artisan, so precise and detailed was he. When the metal cooled, he held the necklace up to look at it in the light of the sun. The windows shimmered in the setting sun as the mammoth man gazed in awe at his work.

For a time, the giant’s necklace was the forefront of his wardrobe choice. He would wear them proudly around his neck as he rampaged across the city, but over time his obsessions shifted, and he crafted other pieces that took his time more. Eventually, the giant put his necklace into the jewelry box and forgot about it, never to put it on again, leaving the tiny population inside the trains and office to live in darkness forever.

Harold peered out the window of his office. There was nothing to see out there, but it wasn’t any worse a view than anybody else’s.*

The second place winner of my prompt competition, and this one’s a nice short story. It’s nice to have a project that hasn’t ballooned out of control and can be a nice, self-contained experience. One of my more SFW outings as well. Let me know what you think.

Final Chapter: A Happy Ending

“Wilma, I’m home!”

Ignatius stepped into his house, but Wilma wasn’t waiting for him. He decided to go looking for her when he saw the bottle of solution half empty on the table.

“Fuck!”

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Two weeks earlier, Wilma had been sulking on the sofa and looking at her phone. She had been thinking about how to convince Gabriella to stay with them, so Iggy assumed this was about that. However, when he peeked over her shoulder and asked what she was looking at, he saw picture after picture of legal documents pulled up on her phone.

“Snookums, what’s wrong? Did something happen? You can tell me!”

She immediately tensed up, but after she regained her composure, she handed Iggy her phone to look over.

“Actually, there is something I need to talk to you about…”

As Iggy looked through the documents, he read about the details of a chemical compound that was involved in a horrible industrial accident. That’s when he saw the name of the defendant of the case. Gabriella Hale.

“Wilma, were you taking pictures of other people’s mail? And classified legal documents too? Do you have any idea the number of laws you’ve broken by doing this? I’m deleting these before you get in trouble!”

“Wait! Don’t do that! I need you to look over a few things.”

“Wilma, I’m not going to read other people’s mail that you’ve illegally photocopied.”

“Not the whole thing, just how the compound in the coolant was made. Maybe you can find a way to fix Mrs. Snoww. Please, you work with this stuff all the time in the lab.”

“Amy, I’m a pharmacist, not a…”

“Please!”

Iggy sighed and reluctantly looked over the legal documents. He checked over the procedure, taking notes on a piece on the back of a receipt. Looking it over, he was having trouble figuring out what exactly he was supposed to do with this. He was going to tell Wilma that there was nothing he could do, but the helpless, hopeful look in her eyes made his heart melt. Sighing, he folded up the receipt.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Wilma jumped on him and held him with joy.

In about a week, Iggy walked through the door with a bottle of the compound he had successfully crafted at the lab. Ever since, he had been tinkering with the compound under a microscope and applying various chemical mixes to samples of it.

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Thinking back, it should have been obvious that Wilma was going to use it on herself, but at the time, he really thought she was just looking to do the right thing by her former employer. Iggy scanned the ground, treading as lightly on his feet as a fox in a lion’s den, for fear he might accidentally crush his love underfoot.

He finally checked his room, where Wilma was laying, slightly dazed and feeling herself up from inside her outfit. But when she saw her massive boyfriend arrive checking the floor, she scrambled from her clothing to give him a hug. Ignatius wasn’t having any of it. He got down to the ground on his knees, looking down at his miniscule girlfriend.

“Wilma, what the hell were you thinking? You know I don’t have a way to bring you back yet! How could you do something that dangerous?”

“But honey…”

“Don’t ‘but honey’ me! You knew exactly what you were doing! What if something had gone wrong? What if I hadn’t found you before… before…”

“Iggy, relax and listen! I’m going to be fine. I believe in you. I might be small, but I trust you. Now stop making a scene. I brought Gabby over.”

Iggy’s eyes widened, looking around the floor unable to see the shrunken woman. Fearing the worst, he started checking under his hands and feet until Wilma said,

“The dresser, honey.”

Looking up at the dresser and seeing his guest safe and sound, he let out a sigh of relief. He picked up Wilma as delicately as he could. Placing her on the dresser next to Gabby, Iggy spoke.

“Um… hello, miss. I assume Wilma asked you about our offer to let you stay until you’re back on your feet. Wait, did Wilma even ask you about that before she shrank herself? Wilma, please tell me you didn’t kidnap this woman and hold her here without asking her first!”

“Don’t worry, Iggy. She said yes!”

“If I’m not too much of a burden…”

“Don’t even talk like that! You can hang out here as long as you like.”

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Teddy was initially frustrated and angry when he got served divorce papers. But after a few drunken nights of pleasure, he either stopped caring or simply forgot about it entirely once his lawyers started taking care of all the work. But at that point, Gabby didn’t really care what Teddy felt. She was free from him and in the long run, that was all that mattered.

The divorce settlement eventually ended with Gabby reclaiming exactly what was in her personal account before she shrunk, as well as her portfolio, but not much else. The lawyer managed to snatch the mansion out from underneath her, though her personal belongings as well as items inherited from her father were eventually returned to her after some negotiating.

As for her workplace injury lawsuit, using her funds to keep her lawyers active, she eventually won the suit with a hefty lump sum settled out of court.

With Gabby’s newly reclaimed wealth, she and Iggy started their own pharmaceutical research company. They’re hardly the biggest company in the world, but they’re on the rise. With a few exclusive patents under their belts, things are looking up for them. The search for a remedy for her condition is still being worked on, but it’s hardly the priority for her right now. After all, Wilma didn’t seem to mind her condition, using it to spend some extra time with her boyfriend during work hours. And life hasn’t been this good for Gabby in a long time.

Maybe someday she would return to normal, but until then, everything was going to be just fine.

-FIN-

Well, after several rewrites to get this story just right, I’ve finally come up with something I think I can be happy with. Sorry for the wait and thank you all for your patience. This has been a long while coming and I thank everyone who was with me through this journey.

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

Chapter 1: New Leadership

Clint gazes up past the long thick pillars, up to the thin black sports shorts, up to the white, sweat-stained T-shirt, and into the mildly amused smirk of the titanic young man. A squirt gun bobs in his hand as he looks down and meets Clint’s gaze, or perhaps even the gazes of one of the other shrunken people littering the ground. Nobody would have guessed that just a few seconds earlier, Clint had been helping Dan and his posse shove the puny little nerd into his locker.

Most of Dan’s collection of cronies were sportsy, mean-spirited people who have always been the biggest strongest people in the room, so seeing this nerd flip the script on them certainly threw them for a loop. Clint was always a bit of a coward, so he was always going to be the first to beg.

“Adam, look man, I don’t know what you did, but I’m sorry man! Okay? Now please…”

“What I did is shrink you. Anybody could have told you that. And of course you’re sorry for bullying me. You’re all going to be sorry in just a second.”

He grabbed his duffle bag and started to root through it. He finally pulled out a cardboard box and sat it on the ground for everybody to see. Opening it up, he revealed a selection of tiny maid outfits. They all had a “Dolly’s Delights” tag on them, apparently the name of some specialty store for doll clothing, since all of the clothing looked designed to be designed for a plastic figurine and not a real person.

“These are going to be your new uniforms. Get used to them, because I expect you to wear them when you’re worshipping your new god’s body. We’ll start off easy. Put on your uniform, and start cleaning my feet. They’re pretty sweaty.”

Dan clearly wasn’t having any of this. The inch tall jock knew his place in the food chain, and it certainly wasn’t under this oversized loser.

“Yeah right, as if we’re going to do that, freak. You’re going to bring us back to full size right now before coach gets here and …”

“Oh, you mean Coach Wilstrom? He’s not coming. Well, I guess it’s more appropriate to say that he’s already here.” Adam punctuates this by patting his stomach. “He always took your side no matter how beaten and bruised you left me. You assholes would have been expelled years ago if he didn’t keep throwing his weight around on your behalf. The way I see it, there was nobody more worthy to be my test subject. Wouldn’t want to spray you fuckers with this and just leave you wet and angry, after all.”

Adam let out a loud burp and excused himself. Clint would have run away, but his legs could no longer obey him. His brain wouldn’t send any message to the rest of his body, too consumed with thoughts of what Adam would do next. If he had already eaten somebody, what else was he capable of?

Yet this abject cruelty only hardened Dan’s resolve. “You’re going to change me back right now, or I swear to god I’m going to rip your fucking throat out and…”

He thought was interrupted when Adam’s foot surged forward and kicked Dan in the jaw. He lay on the ground as Adam walked over to his fallen enemy and aimed the toenail of his big toe at the back of Dan’s knees. He screamed bloody murder as the toenail divided his thighs and calfs. At this point, Dan realized the sheer amount of danger he was in. Adam’s smirk grew into a full grin as his executioner’s blade separated Dan from his lower leg.

Dan crawled away as his goons watched dumbstruck. Adam started to squat over the fleeing man, watching the broken bug crawl away from the cruel tormentor. His hands came down in front of Dan and formed a wall in front of him. His lower arms came to rest next to Dan, boxing the guy in. Dan looked at his prey with hungry eyes.

“You know, Dan. Usually I’m the one looking up at you when we play these games. You would hold me down and dangle loogies over my head while I begged you to stop. It feels nice to finally see what it’s like looking down.”

Adam started building up spit in his mouth as Dan cried and pleaded for help. But none would come as a thick glob escaped Adam’s mouth suspended on a thin wet string. It started to sink down, but the mammoth boy sucked it back into his mouth. The game continued as the gross sphere emerged and hid again until the giant grew sick of holding himself back. The glob dropped squarely on Dan’s face. He tried to struggle to bring his head back to the surface through the viscous spittle, but Adam brought his finger down on the poor soul and held his face in the spit. Clint watched a few of the other jocks run away, and a few run to help Dan, but that wouldn’t do any good. They tried to scoop the spit away, but Adam simply rubbed some more on until the bubbles emerging from the spit finally ceased.

Adam stood back to his full height, a bulge heavily protruding from his tight black shorts. The titan looked down at the spit-soaked bully and raised his foot into the air. Everybody who had been trying to bail Dan from his saliva bath scattered as Adam’s foot slammed down with a wet smack right on top of Dan. Then again. Then again.

Adam started reaching into his shorts as his gleeful gaze pierced the red stain he was making on the changing room floor. He switched from simply stepping on the corpse to jumping on it, grinding his foot against his life-long tormentor. Adam had suffered under this asshole for years, and never once had Adam felt his frustrations vindicated as they were now. When he finally leaves his frenzy, he looks at the broken body and spits on it one last time to really hammer the point home.

Adam looked at his remaining bullies, calming down slightly. “I think I already explained your wardrobe to you. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Clint didn’t need to be told twice.*

This is the other story I should have uploaded here the other day and didn’t. Let me know what you guys think of it. Expect more chapters in the future.

Chapter 1: Shift in Location

Katie started today like any other day. She got out of bed, showered, dressed, and made her way downstairs. She used to like listening to the radio as she prepared breakfast. But nowadays, the news only ever brings her down.

It all started about seven months ago when the Vitruva Corporation started experimenting on their quantum reassembly device (QRD). They had supposed that if a person could be broken down at a molecular level with the quantum interactions between each molecule preserved and recorded, it may even be able to unlock the gate for a variety of revolutionary technology. Transporters, cloning devices, anti-aging equipment and so much more could be in humanities grasps. They had made a major breakthrough with microbial bacteria and were delving into larger specimens. But then everything went wrong.

Over the next few days, key researchers had gone missing from the QRD project. Then other researchers on the same floor of the Vitruva building vanished. Then bystanders and visitors in the surrounding area started disappearing in broad daylight. Even with the project shut down and numerous government investigators on the case, the missing persons list grew. The disappearances soon spread across the entirety of Iowa. Now people going missing had just become a commonplace occurrence for Katie. People she had known for years would just vanish without a trace.

After breakfast, she hopped in her car and sped to work. Traffic was light that day. Usually, Katie would experience at least a few car crashes on her way to work caused by automobiles with no drivers, but it seemed now there weren’t even enough people left on the street to crash into. Evacuation plans had been enacted, then ended, then restarted again. It seems every time federal agents had gotten to the bottom of the problem and ended this eternal phantom over the state, the disappearances would just begin again. Katie had long given up on running, especially as cases started cropping up across state lines.

As Katie arrived at work, she saw a man with a billboard around his neck with the words “THE RAPTURE HAS ARRIVED” in bold letters scrawled across it. He was handing out pamphlets, no doubt with one of the numerous cults that had emerged around these unfortunate vanishings.

Work felt quieter every day. Fewer customers, fewer employees, and less need for earthly possessions left the store feeling desolate and empty. It was like the insides of the department store she worked at had been scooped out with nothing to replace it. Really, the whole world was starting to feel that way.

Katie looked around. The store was pretty clean, there were no customers, and what employees were even there were goofing off on their phones. Katie went to the cooler and grabbed a soda. Then, she slipped into a warehouse in the back to enjoy her spoils. Propping herself against a pretty soft bag of soil, she enjoyed her drink and slowly drifted back to sleep.

When she woke up, the bag of soil and drink was gone. The warehouse was gone. Everything and everybody she ever knew had disappeared and in its place was a world thoroughly alien to her. Large wooden artifices littered a field full of wait-high grey grass. Two steel pavilions the size of warehouses stacked one upon the other stood far in the distance. She seemed to be in an enclosed area surrounded by white walls. A window had been placed far out of any conceivable viewing range. It was then that Katie started piecing everything together.

What she was looking at was a room blown to extreme proportions. She looked around to see if there was any mark or indication to give her a clue to where she was or the owner of the room, but outside of the outlandish size, nothing stood out of place. The room was fairly plain, with no posters on the wall. There were a pair of dressers, a few desks, a number of smallish chairs, and a bunk bed. So she supposed that probably two people lived here, and that this may or may not be a college dorm, but other than that, not much could be gleaned.

As Katie took in her familiar yet alien surroundings, she saw something moving in the distance. Beneath one of the desks, she saw another woman her size. She called out across the expanse and made her way towards her as fast as she waded through the carpet fibers with as much haste as her tiny frame was capable of. Whoever it was noticed and seemed to be excited to see a friendly face. She rushed over to meet Katie shouting something that Katie couldn’t hear. They got closer and closer in the middle of the room. Just as they were about to make contact, a loud creak was heard from one of the doors. The other woman panicked and dashed back to her hiding place under the desk as fast as she could.

Ernest stepped out of the bathtub and wrapped a towel around his waist. Not only was showering a great way to relax after a long workout, but he wanted to look his best for when his new roommate arrived. Normally, he wouldn’t be as excited about having a new buddy in his dorm. He’d had seven in three years. The process would always be the same. His new dormmate would arrive, he would run them pretty ragged, then they would move out within the month. But this one felt special. He’d met Hanz at a club, and knew right away that he’d be the perfect roomie. He had a freaky quality that most of his other roomies hadn’t in a long while. He stepped out of the bathroom and made his way to the bed.

Katie stared up in awe. From the large door on the far side of the room emerged an absolutely gargantuan figure. His toned physique was that of an Olympian god. His damp muscles and chiseled features glistened in the light, blown to astronomical proportions. His more sensitive areas were covered only in a towel, which went from his hips down to his thighs. He was a sight to behold even standing still, but in motion, he was absolutely beyond reason. Katie couldn’t comprehend a figure the size of an apartment building moving with the speed he did. It didn’t even look like he was putting much effort into it.

The woman in the distance was running as fast as her legs could take her, but the carpet stifled her ability to pick up speed. The ground creaked and groaned as the giant approached where the two were standing. Katie froze as her brain shut down from fear. Her short-lived friend trudged faster, but her fate was already sealed. In one second, Katie was staring at her panicked ally, and the next she was looking at the side of the giant’s foot. She fell on her knees and curled into a ball as the mammoth passed her by, with nothing but a miniscule red spot on his foot to show for it.

Ernest flopped onto the bottom bunk of his bed and texted Hanz.

“When are you getting here? I’m bored.”

“Sorry, it’s taken me a while to get my stuff packed. I might have to wait until tomorrow.”

Ernest put on a scowl, not content having to wait another day for his new roomie. He turned to the side to see if there was anything to do, since he wasn’t in the mood to leave after a nice shower. That’s when he spotted the shifter that had been lounging around his house for the last month.

Shifters were a pretty new phenomenon. The humanoid insects had only really been discovered a few months ago. Though their origin is unknown, some researchers have noticed that signals with no apparent origin trigger the molecules in the air to form these creatures. Scientists have been doing research on them to see how these signals worked and what it could mean for humanity, but to most people, they really only ever served as a nuisance.

Ernest used to go out of his way to squash shifters, but they kept showing up, and it wasn’t like they really formed nests. Heck, it wasn’t even clear how they appeared in the first place. So he usually ignored them, and the shifters in turn stayed out of his way. Yet peculiarly, this one was just lounging around in the middle of the room where it could be stepped on.

“Hey bug! Go away. You wouldn’t want to get squished, would you?”

Katie, understanding this as the threat it was meant as, broke out of her trance and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her. Ernest wondered why this bug in particular was just standing around gawking at him. He knew he was sexy, but the shifter had always seemed habitually scared. It was only as it ran that he noticed this bug had blonde hair instead of red hair. It must be a different bug. Ernest wasn’t happy to have more bugs in his dorm, but didn’t really feel motivated to do anything about it, so he just let it go for now.

He briefly wondered where the red-haired shifter went, before getting bored again. He propped one leg over the other as he looked on his phone for something to watch. His left foot dangled as an almost imperceptible red splotch stained its underside. Ernest would never realize the tiny he was wondering about would be affixed to his body until tomorrow’s shower washed any evidence of it away.*

Katie escaped for now, but how long can her luck last? What will happen once Hanz enters the equation? Does she have any hope of being able to go back to the way things were in her own dimension? Find out next time!

Hello everybody. We have a nice long chapter to start off a brand new series. I’ve been really absorbed in this one. I have a lot of big ideas in store.

The first few chapters are pretty tame. They’ll help set up the world and stakes. But after that, things are going to get pretty fucked up and action packed. You don’t want to miss what happens next.

Chapter 3: Shift in Perspective (Part 1)

Hannah stood in front of the mirror looking over every inch of her face to make sure her makeup looked absolutely perfect. Tonight was her anniversary, and her husband had something special lined up for the occasion. He’d recently gotten a huge promotion at work and was splurging a little to get into a fairly exclusive restaurant. Reservations had been made about three months in advance. They both wanted this anniversary to be extra special. After all, they would have to move to the Houstin branch of the company, so this would be the last anniversary they’d spend in their home in Nebraska.

Hannah was dressed to the nines tonight. She wore her favorite black dress that fit her slim form tightly. She’d gotten it as a gift for their fifth anniversary, so she felt it was only appropriate. Her tall high-heels boosted her modest 5’4” height almost up to a 5’6”. She wished she was a little bit taller and full-formed, but her beloved Johnathan loved her just the way she was. All the more reason to make tonight extra memorable.

She hopped into her car, and just before her keys entered the ignition, she felt her entire body start to tingle. Her vision started to flash. She had heard about this on the news, but she had assumed she lived far enough away that it wouldn’t affect her. There hadn’t been any reports of people going missing outside of Iowa. She tried to fight it. She didn’t want to disappear. But there was nothing to be done as she passed out in the driver’s seat of her car.

When Hannah woke up, she was laying on a tile floor. Thankful to still be alive, she got to her feet and started to look for help. But the more she looked around, the less sense things made. She seemed to be in a giant foyer. Impractically large doors lined each side of the open space. It was almost as though the doors were designed with a medieval aesthetic in mind, but this foyer wasn’t particularly well decorated, and what little was around was distinctly modern. She wondered why excessively large archways were chosen for this place, until she got her answer in the most unpleasant manner possible.

One of the doors swung open with a speed that shouldn’t have been possible for such a large door. But what came as even more of a shock were the people leaving through it. Two unfathomably large creatures stepped out. Their features were very similar to humans, but at sizes unthinkable for humanity. Even in her heels, she doubted she would be able to see over their shoes, even if she craned her neck as far as it would go. What was more concerning, however, were their inquisitive eyes gazing down directly at her.

“Look, Ralph! Another shifter. Let’s bring this one back to the labs.”

“Give me a second!”

One of them pulled a spray can from his pocket and held it in front of Hannah. She tried to run, but she quickly found herself engulfed by a thick cloud of gas.

“Hold your breath for just a second, Mandy!”

Hannah also tried to hold her breath. But the gas quickly filled her lungs as she passed out for a second time.

When Hannah woke up, a firm hand was wrapped around her torso. She struggled in vain against her captor’s grip, but couldn’t loosen it even a little. That was when she got her first real good look at her abductor. He was freckled, with short, black hair and a smallish button nose. He wore a pair of thin-rimmed glasses and a lab coat. She became even more panicked as they entered a college lab. Counters and shelves were lined with glass tanks, all labelled, and all filled to the brim with naked humans no bigger than herself. Her heart rate rose astronomically. She didn’t know why she was here or what experiments were being conducted, but she feared the worst. The giant gentleman took her over to an empty tank.

“Okay, little shifter. Let’s see what we’re working with.”

Ralph adjusted his grip on the shifter. He grabbed a pair of scissors, which made the shifter squirm rapidly in his grip. This was always his favorite part of doing this capstone project. He brought the scissors to the bottom of its dress and started to slice it open. The shifter started panicking and crying, trying to get the scissors away from her dress, but he had dealt with stronger, more stubborn shifters in the past. With two fingers, he blocked her arms from holding onto the dress. He finished his cut and peeled the dress off like he was taking off a coat. Seeing her in just her underwear was incredibly stimulating.

“You know, my cute little shifter, it’s a pity Mandy was with me when I spotted you. You’re exactly my type. I probably would have taken you home. Just think of the fun we could have had together.”

Hannah really didn’t want to think about that. She attempted to focus on anything but the giant figure with a pair of scissors between her breasts cutting her out of her bra. There was another scientist in the room glaring disapprovingly at the one holding her. She stood about a head taller than the one who captured her. Her blonde hair was braided into a ponytail, and her glasses had thick rims. Hannah figured this must be Mandy. She looked pleadingly at her, hoping she would step in. And surely enough, she did.

Mandy was losing patience with her boyfriend Ralph. She thought that doing this project together would bring them closer, but it only shone a light on the more perverse aspects of Ralph’s personality. And she’d had very high hopes for this project too. When the shifters had first arrived, they were seen as dangerous pests and exterminated en masse. But as it became clear the scientific potential of these creatures, the need to capture them for experiments grew. Thus, Mandy had wanted to do her senior project on the best method of caring and maintaining them in captivity.

And things would be great if her jerk of a boyfriend didn’t keep feeling up the specimens. She was disgusted with Ralph’s sexual fascination with the shifters. Even if they did look somewhat similar to people, it didn’t change the fact that they were bugs first and foremost. And even though she would never admit it to herself, she was somewhat jealous of the shifters taking Ralph’s attention from her. The latest subject in particular had really become a nuisance. Her boyfriend wouldn’t stop talking about her. Mandy had enough.

“God, Ralph. It’s a pest, not a human. Quit ogling it, bug fucker!”

“Come on, Mandy. I’m just having a little fun.”

Ralph turned to Mandy, and seeing the rage in her eyes, quickly turned back around and hurried up with his work. The shifter, now stripped of her clothing, was placed in the holding tank. He grabbed the label maker and punched in the information on this shifter.

“Subject 107 Found April 5th 2015 Food Category 3 Heating Category 2”

Hannah wasn’t sure what any of that meant, except that apparently she had gone back in time in addition to transporting god-knows-where at only the size of a bug. She looked around, and noticed most of the bugs at least seemed to be well taken care of. She didn’t know what was going to happen to her, but it seemed like she would be okay for at least a little while.

As Hannah analyzed the tanks to see what information she could glean, it seemed that the split on food and heating categories wasn’t very well mixed. There seemed to be more Food Category 3 and 4 than for categories 1, 2, and 5. There only seemed to be a few Heating Category 4s, and the rest were a split of 1, 2, and 3. She found that odd, until she began to examine the subject number and find dates closely.

The earliest subject numbers were Subjects 53, 54, and 56. All were found February 24th. None of the subjects before then were still alive. Furthermore, the newer people tended to be about even as far as categories were concerned. But the longer people stayed in these conditions, the more the effects of the heating and food situation became clear. Hannah looked into Subject 104’s case. Despite having only been there for about four days, the poor young boy was already in shambles. A heating lamp baked his body until it was a deep red as he vomited the foul food he was given. He wretched and wretched until he finally passed out. After a while, it was clear he had stopped moving for good.

Though Hannah’s conditions weren’t the worst, she certainly wasn’t going to stay to see if things would get worse. She had to run away.*

How did Hannah manage to escape? What caused her injuries? And what life-changing secrets did she learn in that lab? Find out next time.

Thanks for reading. This chapter ended up being pretty long, so I had to split it into two parts. Expect the next part soon. As always, any feedback you can provide is much appreciated.

Chapter 2: Shift in Surroundings

Katie stumbled back over to a safe hiding spot in a small crack behind one of the dressers. The giant seemed to have lost interest in her, so that at least was a positive. Katie instead moved her attention to other problems.

Outside of knowing that she was currently inside a dorm room, she really had little in the way of clues as to where exactly she was and how to leave. None of the people who had been reported missing ever returned, so returning to Iowa was probably out of the question. The giant seemed to speak English, at least enough to threaten her, but Katie didn’t really feel like pushing her luck with him to get more information.

Her thought was interrupted by the sound of her tummy rumbling. Katie had struggled with her weight for most of her life. Throughout her adolescent years, she tended to stress eat, which made her figure fill up more than she would have wanted. Since getting a job in inventory at the department store, she had managed to bring her weight down substantially. She was quite proud to have shed fifty pounds over the last year and a half, thanks to a physically intensive workload, better eating habits, and a supportive friend network. She was still a bit on the pudgier side, but was far happier where she was now than where she was previously.

Even though breakfast hadn’t been that long ago, being in a strange, dangerous world alone really started to wear on her. Looking around, there was a minifridge near the bunk bed, but if Katie was unwilling to risk socializing with the giant, she certainly wasn’t going to steal from him in front of his face. Besides, could she even get into the fridge like this? She doubted she could really move a fridge door the size of a duplex.

At that point, things became clear to Katie. She would almost certainly not be able to sustain herself in this room. If she wanted to survive, she would have to move on from here. The door outside wasn’t quite flush to the ground. There was a small gap between the top of the door and the carpet. Probably not enough for the giants to notice, but enough that she might be able to just barely squeeze through.

When she thought the giant wasn’t looking, Katie dashed full sprint to the entranceway. Getting down on her stomach, she tried to crawl on her stomach through the gap. It was a tight fit. She could feel friction marks develop on her breasts as they scraped against the long, rough carpet fibers. Her back was pinned against the wooden door. She crawled as best as she could to escape, but was undoubtedly a bit stuck.

As Ernest was scrolling on his phone browsing pictures of hot, submissive looking guys, he noticed the shifter was running back into the middle of the room. Curious what had prompted the little thing out of its hiding place, he saw her run up to the exit and try to leave. He smirked. He wished all bug infestations would just resolve themselves like this. He watched its puny legs kick and squirm until it eventually gave up halfway in and halfway out. He giggled watching the poor thing get so close to freedom only to get stuck at the last hurdle. Still, he didn’t really want it around, and the bug didn’t want to be around. So he figured since their goals aligned, he might as well give the shifter a little boost.

Katie’s left hand was pushing against the doorframe when she felt the ground beneath her shake. She could hear the giant coming directly towards her. Desperate not to be still in the doorway if the giant opened the door, her movements became frantic. She shoved at the door frame, her fingernails tried to dig into the polished wooden floor outside the dorm, and she wiggled her body like a worm, but she couldn’t get through. The footsteps stopped and she was sure her body would be torn apart if he attempted to leave.

Ernest bent over at the flailing pair of legs sticking out from underneath the entryway. Smiling, he placed his finger against the shifter’s squishy little tush and gave it a slight push. WIth almost no effort at all, it popped out the other side. Satisfied his infestation was taken care of, he went back to entertaining himself.

One moment she was stuck and unable to move, and the other she was free. Shocked that she was still unharmed, Katie turned around, but the door was the only thing behind her. Looking up, she noticed that she came from room 317. Whoever the giant was, he certainly didn’t seem to wish her harm, at least not intentionally, so she figured that she should remember this room in case something went amiss. Worst comes to worst, this at least doesn’t seem like a dangerous room to sleep in if it came to it.

She wandered down the hall, close to the wall to avoid being out where somebody could step on her. Spotting an exit, she discovered a staircase going down. At first, she celebrated her good fortune, but soon realized that she would have no way of traversing the staircase alone. The drop to the next step was akin to a fall from a four story building. Survivable once? Perhaps. Survivable for every single step for three floors? Impossible. She was about to give up dejected when she heard the ding of an elevator.

She quickly ran to the source of the sound, Two large metal doors side by side. She might have to wait a while, but freedom was finally within her grasp. Eventually, she heard that telltale ding. As the door crawled open, the problem became clear. Between the floor and the elevator was a small gap. To the denizens of this world, it would hardly be a big deal. Maybe a quarter would be lost every once in a while, but nothing substantial. But to Katie, the gap was a chasm. To fall inside would mean certain death.

Katie cursed her luck. So close to freedom, yet so incalculably far. A large group of giants stepped off onto her floor. As the people in the elevator made way for those leaving, she noticed out of the corner of her eye a woman her size.

Well, to call this woman her size would be an overstatement. By Katie’s estimation, the stranger would be the shorter of the two by a few hairs. Whoever it was was naked and covered from head to toe in stitches, as though assembled in the night like some Frankenstein’s monster. As the poor soul dodged between the feet of those on the elevator and those remaining, it was clear that her chances were slim if she couldn’t exit. It was clear that this woman couldn’t pull her up if she jumped to the elevator and missed, but maybe…

“HEY!”

The woman on the elevator jumped. Looking across, she saw Katie shouting and waving her arms.

“JUMP! I’LL CATCH YOU!”

The stranger was hesitant, but as a foot landed just a finger’s length away from flattening her, she barrelled to the pit. With a running start, she hurled herself across the ravine as Katie reached for her. It looked as though she would just barely miss clearing the gap. As she plummeted, Katie latched the right arm of the stranger.

For such a lanky individual, the elevator girl was quite heavy. It took both hands just to stop her from falling. As Katie strained to pull her up, her other hand grasped for the ledge. The mechanical whir of the elevator door was heard as it approached their position. At this rate, it would crush both of them into mush. Katie was about to give up, the woman caught the side of the cliff and started to pull herself up. With a mighty heave, the two returned to solid ground just as the door slid by them.

Never in Katie’s life had she been so grateful to have a job lifting heavy gardening equipment.

“Wheeeew, that was a close one. I’m Katie by the way.”

The stranger panted and wheezed for a second before responding.

“Hannah. Thank you. Thank you!”

Hannah flopped into Katie’s arms and started sobbing. Katie held her close. It seems whoever Hannah was, she had been through more than she could ever imagine.

“Come with me. I know a place where we can be safe and plan what to do next.”

One of Ernest’s hands was clasped around his phone, browsing pictures of men bent over, ready to be mounted. His other hand was decidedly elsewhere. As he enjoyed his viewing experience, he noticed the shifter attempting to crawl back into his abode. He had neither the time, nor inclination to help her get back inside, especially having helped her leave, but this time she seemed to have less problem getting through. The reason for this became clear as another shifter followed behind her.

Ernest wasn’t happy that not only did his bug infestation come back, but became worse. But he had already gotten into a steady rhythm. He figured that if this were to become a huge problem, he could deal with it later. He simply allowed the shifters to make their way back to the gap behind the drawers.

As they finally got a chance to relax, Hannah seemed to calm down. Katie smiled. She may not have gotten any closer to solving her food and drink issue. She might not be able to escape. But she found a friend. And that was a win in her book.*

We’ve met a new ally, but what does she bring to the table? How did Hannah get in the elevator, and why is she covered in stitches? And what dark secret did she uncover in acquiring them? Find out next time.

Thanks again for everybody’s support. Reviews and feedback are well appreciated.