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Chapter 6: The End?

Clint woke up with a clanging headache in the middle of a wooded area. The first thing he noticed was that he no longer seemed to be small. The second thing was that he seemed to be in the middle of the park near his house, tucked somewhat out of sight.

He was certain that what he had experienced was real. There was no way all of his memories between being in the locker room and ending in the park would just disappear like that. The headache he received from hitting his head was still there. He stood up and realized he felt uncomfortable. Looking down, he realized he was still wearing the maid outfit!

Everything was too bizarre for the baffled high school senior, so he made his way back home, trying not to be seen in the odd costume. As he scampered away, he puzzled over his situation. On the one hand, it seemed imperative that he let the authorities know what Adam had done. On the other, his story seemed outrageously far-fetched, and he knew that a cheap looking maid costume was hardly decisive evidence.

Arriving back home before his parents, Clint went to his room and flopped onto the bed, comforted in the face that he was his normal size. He remembered the cruel torment Adam had put him through. How he had shrunk and crushed so many of his friends with a cruel grin on his face. The power he held over them and his willingness to use it to execute the tiny people with impunity. How he had even used his tormentees as cum rags until they broke. His superiority…

Clint came to his senses, realizing he had spaced out. He then noticed that his hand was down the front of his skirt. He yanked it out, disgusted with himself. He threw off all the garments he was wearing, changing into something more comfortable. He knew he had to do something about the maid outfit. He didn’t want his parents to see it, but he wanted to keep it handy in case the trail of the murdered bullies ever traced back to Adam. He threw the maid outfit into the back of his closet hidden under a few old boxes.

The next day, the beleaguered jock came into school in a hoodie and a pair of baggy sweatpants. News had already gotten around that a number of the school’s athletes had gone missing, along with the school’s coach. The police were on the search, but Clint knew that they wouldn’t find anything. After all, there was nothing to find except a few miniscule red splotches that a janitor had probably already cleaned up by now.

During his first period class, Adam sat directly in front of Clint. On his way to his seat, Adam flashed the frightened classmate a satisfied smirk. Clint’s mind raced as he rushed to his seat. Looking down, it seems that Adam was wearing his own shoes instead of the ones he stole from Bruce and smothered him inside. But the feet that had done the smothering were still there, slid completely out of Adam’s sandals, playfully taunting Clint. They both knew what atrocities those feet were capable of.

Clint spent the rest of the day on edge, watching out behind himself in case Adam ever decided to finish what he started. When the final period started and gym rolled around, Clint was the only person there. Most of that class had gone missing under mysterious circumstances, so it had been given to the few who remained as a free period. A couple of students had just gone home, but Clint wanted to look around the lockers to see if he could find anything to nail down Adam. As he searched, he noticed a rustling from inside the trash can. Could it possibly be…

It was! Peeking inside the garbage bin, he spotted the shrunken form of his friend Zack. He was shivering from the cold and frightened for his life, but he still lived. Clint cupped his hands and lowered it into the trash can. Zach looked up and recognized Clint. Relieved, he stepped onto his palm. The poor scared tiny was relieved to have reunited with his friend at a time like this.

“Oh thank god, it’s you! I can’t believe it. I thought for sure I was the last one left. Everybody else seemed to have been either smashed underfoot or taken out unaware by the cleaning staff. How did you manage to escape? And for that matter, how did you bring yourself back to normal?”

“It’s a long story. For now, I’m going to put you in my hoodie pocket. Just stay quiet, and I’ll get you some help.”

Zach went deep inside Clint’s pocket and snuggled up, warming himself after being naked in the trash all night. Clint knew well that Zach was the only hope he would ever have of bringing down Adam. He thought about all the people Adam had ended under his soles, in his mouth, in his grasp, and even against his cock. With this proof, it could all be made right. Zach hopped into his car with urgency.

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Clint stepped out of his car and made his way over to the house. This was it. This would be the final confrontation. He had to make sure he did this right. He walked directly up to the door and knocked. The man who answered gave him the cold glare, as if to convey disappointment in him.

“Really? After everything you still haven’t learned? Are you going to try to beat me up and take my gun? That won’t work; I don’t keep the shrink ray at home. I would watch your back when you go to school tomorrow if I were you, because it looks like you’re in need of some more punishme…”

Clint removed the shrunken man from his pocket. Adam realized that he must have missed somebody before. Realizing he could be caught, he tried to run away to collect his shrink ray, but the hoodie-sporting man grabbed him by the arm and wouldn’t let go. It was all over for him. He would be brought to the police and made to pay for his crimes.

Clint brought the arm he was latched onto closer and pried the fist attached open, placing the small man inside. Zach and Adam were stunned, not sure what was going on, until Clint let go of Adam. He grabbed the bottom of the hoodie and pulled it over his head to show the maid outfit hiding beneath.

Adam smiled as his fist closed around the last remaining shrunken pet. It seems he made a good choice in letting this one live after all. He guided Clint into his home, squeezing the life out of Zach as they made their way inside.

FIN

Chapter 5: The Monster over the Bed

Adam threw open the door to his home and kicked off his shoes. He was so thoroughly drenched in sweat that his clothing left very little to the imagination about his unimpressive physique. He peeled off his socks and took a peek at what remained of Bruce. His arm was flattened into nothing, and his face had turned a deep shade of blue from suffocation. Satisfied with his work, Adam threw Bruce’s body into the trash and headed to his room. Entering his room, he threw his bag onto the bed and sat down next to it.

Hank and Clint sat in the humid darkness accompanied by nothing but each other and the sway of the duffle bag as they sat in their glass prison. With no stimulus outside, but too scared to get any rest, they sat in silence. Then with a sudden jolt, a sudden surge of motion caused the pair to collide with the wall of their container with a loud smack. Clint went dizzy from smashing headfirst into the side of the tupperware, while Hank’s ankle snapped.As they were recovering, a loud zipping sound was heard as light poured into the bag. A shadow covered them from the new light source as the enormous face of their captor loomed over the opening.

“There we are. Welcome home. Don’t get too comfortable. You aren’t going to be here long. Come on, I want to show you where we’re going to play the last game of the day. Let’s get you out of there.”

Adam’s hands reached into the bag and brought it to the light. With that, Clint and Hank got a pretty expansive view of their new surroundings. Movie posters for old sci-fi movies lined each wall. Weird robot models filled the shelves of bookcase after bookcase. His desk was strewn with papers from homework and his own side projects. It was pretty much the sort of bedroom Hank would expect of the nerd he had been bullying all this time. Though with the revelation of what his fate would end as, the room’s color scheme of light greens and rich blues was almost too cheery for what may end up being his tomb. Clint was still reeling from his head injury and wasn’t in much of a space to reflect on his environment

Adam pried open the container and dumped the two onto his teal bedsheets and looked at them with an almost childlike glee.

“Today’s been fun, but I have stuff to do. So I have time for one more game, and if you survive, I’ll let you go. What do you say, little maid boys?”

Both nodded as enthusiastically as they could, which wasn’t much for either given their injuries. Perhaps in other circumstances, this would have displeased the sadistic tormentor, but he was so excited about his own cruel game that he really didn’t care.

“The game is simple. You know how kids hide under the covers at night when they think there’s a monster under their bed? Well, compared to you, I must be the biggest monster you’ll ever come across. So you both hide underneath the covers and I’ll try to find you without lifting the sheets. The one who gets caught last wins and gets to go home. The one who gets caught first… I think you have a pretty good guess by now. I’ll give you until the count of 50. But first…”

Adam grabbed the shrink ray from his bag and messed with a few dials. He pointed and fired at the duo, who quickly felt the world around them expand. Soon, neither were bigger than a grain of rice. While both were trying to get their new bearings, Adam dropped them near the edge of his teal blanket. They tried to look around for an escape, but the now even more gargantuan titan started counting down. With no other option readily apparent, they dived deep into the fabric canopy.

Hank struggled to crawl forward with his busted leg. He simply dragged himself forward as far as he could and hoped it would be enough. Clint, by contrast, quickly got disoriented in the dark and panicked. He stumbled about, trying his best not to attract attention from the giant outside, lest he give away his own location.

“5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Ready or not, here I come!”

Adam slammed his hand down on the matress. The springy mattress gave a little beneath his palm. He felt the blanket, the sheets, and the mattress, but none of his maid boys. He lifted his hand and slammed against the bed a little to the left of where he slapped last time, but still no dice.

The two felt the mattress give way, the floor shifting beneath them. The hand had come down pretty close to Clint, but he could feel where the slap was coming from, which helped him reclaim his bearings. Hank was pretty far from the initial impact, but the second impact was getting closer. He tried to go faster, but with his leg as it was nothing could be done.

Thankfully though, Adam shifted his efforts closer to the middle of the mattress, where Hank had already passed. Clint, just focused on avoiding the last impact zone, was sent around in a circle. He tried in vain to navigate away from the hand while not making any sudden movements to give away his position.

Hank continued to crawl until his hand slipped and reached out to nothing. He had crawled so far that he was actually at the end of the bed. He instinctively reached out to catch himself so he wouldn’t fall off and latched onto the sheets. Unfortunately, this would prove a fatal error, as Adam noticed rustling from the foot of his mattress.

“Well, well, well. Looks like somebody’s trying to climb off the back end of the bed to safety. Not on my watch!”

Hank didn’t have anywhere to go and quickly felt the cloth walls around him press around him as Adam pinched him through the sheets. At first, it was only enough to confirm he caught his prey, but soon the pressure built. First, he felt his ribs break. Then his lungs compressed. Until finally, his entire body popped in Adam’s grasp. He was so small, what blood he had couldn’t even seep through to the outer layer of the blanket.

Adam went back to the head of the sheets and threw the covers off to see which of the two maids made it to the end.

“Looks like the other little guy was right in the middle the whole time. Looks like I just barely missed you, slave boy. If you had been just a bit slower, I would have gotten you. Are you Clint? You’re so hard to see down there! But still, a winner’s a winner! Are you ready for your reward?”

@nephilim Thank you! I’m glad it excited you in the same way it did me.

If you want a recommendation, I think Dale and Harriett or the HOA Inspection might be of some interest to you. A Close Shave is also good, but it is a continuation of one of my other stories.

Chapter 4: The Shoe’s on the Other Foot

Adam set the three remaining maids down and slid his underwear and shorts back on. Looking over his prey, he drank in the fear they experienced looking up at the man who held their future in his hands. Like an owl pondering a den of baby mice in the night, he stared with eager, predatory eyes.

“Now let’s see. Which of you three should I mess with next? How about you, Bruce? You’ve never hesitated to mess with me!”

And with that, his fate was sealed. After everything he had seen, he broke down and started crying. Clint didn’t know Bruce too terribly well in the grand scheme of things. They hung around the same people, but they never really hung out or got to know each other without somebody like Dan or Harold soaking up the spotlight. But it was still strange and surreal to see him brought to such a state. He didn’t seem the type, though given the current circumstances, you could hardly blame him.

Bruce began to complain about the unfairness of everything he had been put through. That Adam should just suck it up and quit being a baby about all the harmless pranks they had pulled on him. Why did Adam have to take things this far? He was just being the same weak little nerd that couldn’t take what the jocks were dishing out. Adam’s smirk turned to a frown, then a grimace. He got so mad, heat practically emanated from every pore. Eventually, he snapped.

“See, this is why you fucking assholes need to be taught a lesson! Even after all this, how are you still this dense? How could you still not understand how fucked up the shit you pulled actually was? Well, that’s all about to change! I’m just going to make you walk a mile in my shoes, and I’ll walk a mile in yours. Hopefully by the end of this fun little excursion, we can understand each other’s perspectives better. I know I’m loving what I learned from this experience.”

Adam piled Hank and Clint into the tupperware again and walked over to Bruce’s locker. The door hadn’t been shut before Adam shrank the bullies. It occurred in not but an instant. Adam began to root through Bruce’s stuff until he found exactly what he was looking for. He pulled out a pair of worn, soggy, beat-up sneakers.

Bruce’s foot sweat was pretty infamous around the school. You could usually smell Bruce coming before you saw him coming. It was especially bad right after a long day of physical activity. Adam had often been forced into the arrogant prick’s locker with his foul footwear. But today was different. Now he was the one in control.

Adam picked up the shoe’s owner by the collar of the maid outfit, dangling him over the mouth of the odorous sneakers. Bruce felt his eyes water from the smell. His funk was sometimes hard for even himself to stomach. And that was at his regular size. At his new diminutive height, he couldn’t even process the foul aroma wafting from his footwear. The fingers pinching his collar separated and he tumbled with a wet splat onto the shoe’s insole.

Adam slid his foot into the sneaker. Liquid oozed between his toes and covered every inch of his sole. Adam couldn’t tell if he had already squished the fluids out of Bruce’s miniscule body, or his weight had simply brought the sweat already permeating the insole up to the surface. Whether by bleeding out or drowning in his own sweat, the belligerent jock wouldn’t be long for the world.

The truth of the matter was that it was actually a combination of both, Bruce had initially tried to run to the toe of his malodorous mausoleum, but his leg got tangled in a loose thread and face planted into the sole. As his victim turned tormentor slid his toes over the shrunken man, the now pinned microscopic man instead tried to stay under the arch of the sole. But the ball of his foot landed squarely on his arm, instantly turning it to a red splotch on the bottom of Adam’s sock.

To make matters worse, the space beneath Adam’s arch filled up with Bruce’s stale sweat as the weight of his foot squeezed it out of the insole like a sponge under a rolling pin. Adam’s lungs filled with putrid, salty water. His eyelids slammed shut as the foul liquid burned his eyes. But all the energy left to muster to continue the fight had already been expended. He could only pray that the end of his torment would come soon.

No such luck for him though. Adam set the pedometer on his watch to zero. Once he’d walked a full mile in these sneakers, he’d let what was left of Bruce out, but there was little chance of him living to tell the tale. He licked his lips as he picked Hank and Clint’s prison back up and put his shirt back on.

Now that he was dressed once more, he decided to take his new shoes out for a test run. Only two of the remaining bullies had put on dresses and cooperated in his games, and so it was time for the rest to pay. Adam went around the locker room stomping each remaining revenge target one by one. Hank shut his eyes, while Clint watched in awe. There had been about 30 people in the locker room when the day began, and now each one disappeared underneath Adam as he stomped and trampled them for sport. The sheer power this titan held both stunned and spooked the broken maid. Clint could only stare as this mammoth giggled in mirth at the brutality he administered to the crowd until he was satisfied that the only two people left to be angry at were in the plastic prison.

Adam stuffed the two and their carrying case into his bag and made his way home, making sure to walk to his house in the sweltering sun. After all, he owed it to Bruce to get his punishment over with quickly, didn’t he?*

What lies in store for the last of our surviving tinies when they reach Adam’s house? Find out next time!

Returning to this story because I was feeling inspired. Let me know what you think! All feedback is appreciated.

@nephilim Thank you for the kind words! I thought given the reality of shrinking that it would be a fun reveal for a story about a shrunken woman turned out to be a story about a woman pretending to be shrunken.

I do have a few ideas about how I would continue this story, but I’m tempted to leave this one as a standalone, since I feel the story feels sufficiently self-contained and complete.

I might do a spiritual successor to this one though. It was really fun to write.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zach just laughed.

“Goodnight, honey. I love you!”

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

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

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

Chapter 3: Polishing

Clint couldn’t process what he was seeing. Adam brought his hand down to snatch up the three tinies still waiting beneath his foot. Everyone else had already perished brutally. He dropped the trio into the tupperware with Bruce and Michael. Honestly, with all the peril Clint had been in, he had completely forgotten that Adam still had those two. Adam dropped maid outfits for Bruce and Michael to wear into the container. They didn’t need to be told what to do. They put on the slutty, uncomfortable attire, not wanting to incur Adam’s wrath any further that they already had.

Adam sat the tupperware down and slid his shorts and underwear down his body. His body rocked back and forth, and his hips undulated. It seemed that Adam was giving his prisoners a show, though Clint wasn’t in much of a mood to appreciate it. Nor was anybody else inside the box. But Adam’s strip tease was hardly a long one. He only needed to bring it past his thick thighs, and gravity did the rest.

His long hard rod sprung out from the tight, wet sports shorts. Thin strands of cum formed a web against his cock and pubic hair. Adam looked down proudly at how big the mess he had made in his pants truly was. It was a good thing he had a few maids to help with cleaning duty.

He sat back down and dumped the contents of his tupperware into his lap. The terror on the little guys’ faces was all he needed to see for his dick to perk right back up. Harold retched from landing face-first is a puddle of odorous, disgusting cum. Clint, in contrast, didn’t even notice the sopping mess underneath his ass. His view was locked in place as he made eye contact with the cruel guy that had tormented him so thoroughly.

“Okay, slaves! I have an important job for you to do. Your friend felt too good when I squished them, so I came all over myself. I can’t leave the locker room looking like this, so it looks like I need my maid service to get to cleaning. Though I did forget to grab your buckets and mops when I brought you all up here. Thankfully, your little bodies can make all the liquid you’ll ever need. Get to licking! I want it all gone~”

Michael, having never been the brightest mind on planet Earth, raised his hand. Adam, almost bemused, decided to humor him.

“Yes?”

“We’re in the locker room already. Why don’t you just use the shower?”

Adam dragged Michael down the length of his shaft up to the tip of his penis. He smeared Michael’s face in his precum as he pressed the puny guy against his squishy head.

“Because, numbnuts, My balls are still full and crying for another release. You wouldn’t want me to clean myself up just for me to cum again, would you? So if I don’t feel your pathetic tongue scraping up this mess, and hear your puny voice thanking me for the privilege, we’re going to have a problem. And that goes for all of you. I don’t want to see a drop on my crotch.”

Clint hopped into action first and started sucking the baby batter from his pubes before it could have a chance to dry. Hank tried to make his way to Adam’s ballsack, while Bruce and Harold went out towards the shaft. As they got to work, Adam’s dick pulsed in his grip. If he hadn’t been pressing Michael against his tip, his throbbing penis would have flung it’s passengers away a while ago.

Bruce and Harold started in the middle of his shaft, with Bruce heading towards the base and Harold heading towards the tip. Harold was still trying to shake the slippery, gooey cum from his own body, when his eyes caught Michael’s face. The combination of the pressure put on his chest and the precum covering his mouth and nostrils left him very light on breath. His skin was turning an odd shade as he gasped for what little air he could. Harold couldn’t peel his eyes away at the horrible sight. But even so, he continued to lick not wanting to share Michael’s fate.

Unfortunately, as the job almost reached its close, Harold’s hand slipped. He tried to catch himself, but his cum-soaked body couldn’t get any traction and he fell with a thud onto the bench. He managed to survive his fall, but only just barely. His legs were broken, and a few of his ribs snapped. But even worse, he caught Adam’s attention.

Adam felt a tickle as the small bully slid off. He was on the edge of bursting again even before that, but between Michael wiggling against his tip, Hank massaging his balls as he crawled, and Clint and Bruce lapping near his pubes and base, he couldn’t help but jack off. As his hand moved up and down the shaft, Michael came along for the ride. Michael’s bones creaked and bended under the pressure. His skin tore to shreds. His guts spilled from his body and adhered to the massive rod.

Bruce saw the giant hand approach him and jumped back into Adam’s pubes. If he hadn’t been so close to them already, he would have been crushed flat against his base as Adam’s hand worked his shaft. Harold tried to crawl away so he wouldn’t get squished under Adam’s balls, but Adam stood up before that could happen. Before Harold could be thankful, Adam turned around and faced him. As he rubbed his cock, he pointed it directly at Harold.

“Remember all those times you stole my clothes from the locker room just so you could make fun of the size of my cock, Harold? Well, how do you like it now?”

Adam’s knees buckled as he prepared for the sweet release. Bruce and Clint hung on to his crotch hairs so they wouldn’t fall off, which put them in a far better position than Hank, who used every bit of muscle he had to keep himself from falling from Adam’s ballsack as it swung wildly. By now Michael was nothing more than a red smear against Adam’s dick, lubricating the shaft. Harold stared up at the pulsing member, as though staring down the barrel of a gun.

And in a flash, Adam released the full content of his balls onto Harold. He tried to claw out of the gooey mess Adam made on the bench, but not only were his limbs smashed, but the shoddy fabric the maid outfit was made off became heavy on his body as it got wet with cum. Harold tried to poke his head out for just the slightest bit of air, but failed in the end. The bubbles eventually stopped rising.

Adam sat back down next to the puddle he made, and looked at the three remaining. Against all odds, not only had Clint and Bruce survived the ordeal, but Hank as well. As Adam’s cock slowly became flaccid, Clint tried to wipe the mess that was left of Michael off Adam’s cock. Adam stopped him, however.

After all, he had big plans for Hank, Bruce, and Clint.

CHAPTER 2: Cleaning Crew

Clint put on the striped panties, the short dress with a heart-shaped boob window, long black socks, an arpon, and finally a pair of flats. The cheap material itched all over. He wished Adam had picked a more comfortable set. He also picked up a bucket and mop, though he had no idea what he was going to be expected to do with it.

While two or three of Adam’s victims had also put on their outfits, the other shrunken men had gone into a wild panic. Adam went over to his duffle bags and pulled a roll of athletic tape and a tupperware container. Walking lazily over to one group of bullies that hadn’t managed to spread out, he plucked a few up and placed them in the container. As he returned, Clint recognized Bruce, Michael, and Sean banging on the plastic walls.

Adam sat back down on the bench and presented his feet for the miniature group of maids. He playfully wiggled his toes as the remains of Dan glistened on the bottom of his left foot. He looked down at the pathetic little creatures and smirked.

“Go ahead, worms. Make sure to get them extra clean. I would hate to have you all end up like Sean.”

He plucked Sean from the plastic container. As Sean rose higher and higher, he started bellowing at the top of his lungs, but he was so far away from the tiny maid boys below that they had no hope of hearing what he was saying.

“Awww, what cute little squeaks! Now pay attention, little bugs. And that doesn’t just apply to the puny guys at my feet. I’m giving each and every little guy here a chance to come back and start mopping up the mess Dan made on my foot. But not for you Sean. I already gave you a chance. I could give you a second chance, like I’m giving everybody else, but I don’t feel like it. Instead, I want to show you exactly what those purple nurples you gave me the other day felt like.”

Adam pressed the pad of his thumb against the shrunken jock’s chest and started twisting as the flesh peeled from his chest. The maids couldn’t tell what he was saying before, but his screams certainly caught their attention. Clint made a beeline for Adam’s right foot. He figured that cleaning the right foot would at least mean he wouldn’t have to look at the crimson puddle that used to be a human being as he worked.

The loud, almost primal, howls were diminished little by little until the boys bellow couldn’t hear anymore. But Adam could still hear the sound of him whimpering. He could still hear the squishing sound underneath his thumb. He could still feel the beating of Sean’s heart as it sped up in the initial panic, slowed down as he ran out of energy to fight the pain, and eventually stopped as Sean breathed his last breath.

Adam dropped Sean’s body on the floor. Where his chest used to be, a gaping hole was left so deep that a person could see the spine in his back from the front. A few of the maid boys turned around, transfixed by the gory mess made out of their compatriot. But Clint didn’t look back at Sean. Instead, he desperately scrubbed at Adam’s foot. One of the maids couldn’t take the sight and ran screaming. A few of the guys that had attempted to run earlier and had no luck getting away turned to the cruel behemoth as their last hope of escape. They hoped that if they ingratiate themselves to Adam, that he may show mercy. Or if not that, at least a delay in whatever cruel, unusual death he had in store for them.

Clint was joined in his scrubbing by a few more of his friends. Harold, Hank, and himself had taken to scrubbing the right foot, while a team of five were busy at work on the other foot. They attempted to scrub away the mess underneath like their lives depended on it, because in all probability, it did.

As they scrubbed, Clint noticed that the giant was getting a perverse sense of giddiness from the situation he had placed them all in. His hand was down the front of his shorts as the outline of the back of his hand stretching against the fabric of the shorts left no illusion as to what Adam was doing. Clint thought he was a gross freak, but wouldn’t dare to say such a thing to the monster’s face. Dan would have, but that was the reason Dan was a corpse. Clint knew from years of being bullied himself as a young child that standing up against bullies would only get you beaten and bruised. The only reason he had been part of Dan’s group for so long was that he knew how to suck up to power.

But what were a few bullies in the face of a god? Clint knew where his allegiance had to lie if he wanted to survive. And so he debased himself in front of the arrogant nerd until the right foot lifted away and Adam peeked at his sole, and then repeated the process for the left foot. Then he looked down at the maids cleaning his left foot.

“Is this really the best you fuckers could do? Look, there’s still blood on the ball of this sole. The other guys did far better. See, not even a single drop!”

The miniscule maids would have objected that the ball was far too high up for them to reach, that they weren’t given adequate time, and that the right foot didn’t even have blood on it, but Adam couldn’t hear them, nor would he care. For all their screaming and begging and excuse making, the former bullies were all crushed under Adam’s left foot as the trio under his right sole trembled in their frilly dresses. A dark spot developed in the front of Adam’s shorts.

“Looks like you three have some more cleaning to do!”*

Sorry about the long wait between chapters, but I hit a bit of a slump, and was having trouble mapping out where I wanted this series to go. I finally have a good impression on what needs to be done, and look forward to sharing my story with you.

As always, your thoughts and opinions are welcome. Let me know what you think!

@ders1401 Thank you! I’ll keep that in mind, especially since I have an ongoing I plan on regularly updating. Though I might just make a new one-shot for that.

Currently not rping, since I’m a bit burned out for the time being, but it sounds like a fun idea. I wish you the best finding somebody to rp with.

Joseph smirked as he looked down.

“You know, I never used to believe in karma. After all, how could I?”

“When we were both in high school, I used to be the star of the football team. I had everything going for me. Chicks would swarm all over me. Everybody in the school knew who I was and loved me. And where were you in all this? Huddling away in the corner of a stuffy library being a weird, creepy loser. And to make matters worse, you tricked my girl into making moves on you. Charlotte was mine, poindexter! Frankly, I was doing the world a favor by giving you the beating you deserved.”

Marcus remembered that dark period of his life. All the days hiding from Joseph and the rest of his goons on the football team were some of the worst he ever experienced. They constantly bullied and tormented him throughout his high school life. He would have his lunch stolen or knocked on the floor. His clothes would be stolen while taking a shower at the gym. He would be shoved around and beaten on the way back from school. It became too much for him to take, and he started hiding during his free time, keeping an eye out to every entrance, scared to run into his tormentor.

The only small silver lining was the time he spent with the love of his life Charlotte. Even though she had initially been attracted to Joseph for his looks, his atrocious attitude quickly drove her away. Charlotte had been one of very few people to ever stand up to Joseph on his behalf, and soon feeling bloomed between them. After graduation, the two of them went to the same college and their love blossomed. They married after he completed his masters degree, and she supported him as he started his own business.

“I was going to do great things. I had a full-ride sports scholarship and was heading for the big leagues. I know you slunk off with that cunt Charlotte the second we moved to different states, but that honestly would have been fine. If my life had gone the way I wanted, I would have made it big and had any bitch I wanted. I broke my hamstring in my first big game, and I suppose the rest is history. Do you know how humiliating it was for me when I flunked out of college and you of all people became successful? The scrawny little nerd I picked on in high school became a high rolling millionaire, while I never made anything of myself. All because of one injury in college. How on earth was that fair? Where’s the cosmic justice in that? But you know what happened after that, of course.”

Of course, Marcus knew exactly what happened after that. During a high school reunion, the earth was plunged into the Condensing Cataclysm, where twenty-five percent of the human population shrank rapidly overnight. Soon about a quarter of people on earth were less than 5 inches tall, and both Marcus and Charlotte were both among that quarter.

“Still, who would have thought that not only would the shitty little nerd shoving his new life in my face would be among the miniature population, but the ex of mine he’s been porking as well? It’s practically a dream come true. It’s been great getting a little action from my old flame, even though she stinks of loser now. Though I guess that’s the least of the things she stinks of now.”

Marcus stared up at the cocky, arrogant god towering above him. “What did you do to her, you fucking bastard!?!”

“That’s rich coming from you. I’ll have you know I gave her what you couldn’t. Even when you were still just your regular old level of puny, your cock was never enough to satisfy a woman, especially at your size. I mean, look at you. So I showed her the kind of sex she could have had if she stuck with me! I split her legs open and fucked her until she couldn’t stand anymore. She kept screaming for you, and man do I not like woman yelling other men’s names during sex, so I smushed her head to paste after filling her like a jelly donut.”

Marcus couldn’t believe him, until he dropped something onto the floor. To his horror, Marcus saw the remains of his wife in a horrid state. Her legs had been literally ripped apart until they only hung from her torso by the slightest tendrils. Her belly was bloated as it looked like her organs had been pushed into her ribcage, replaced by gallons of white gunk in her stretched and swollen pussy. And where her head should have been, there was simply just a stump. Marcus held Charlotte’s body in his arms and screamed to the heavens. The corners of Joseph’s mouth simply rose from a smirk into a full, toothy grin.

“And now there’s just one person left responsible for making my life miserable…”

Marcus looked up at the cruel god walking forward and jumped to the side, just narrowly avoiding Joseph’s foot as it stepped forward, effortlessly splattering Charlotte beneath it. Marcus’s fight or flight response kicked in, but there was no way somebody like him could get away. After all, each of Joseph’s steps were a dozen of his own. Soon, the tip of Joseph’s toe collided with his back, sending him sprawled out on the floor as though hit head on by a car.

Joseph lifted his bare foot over Marcus one last time. He crawled away as fast as he could, but no matter how hard he pushed himself, the shadow of Joseph’s foot encased him. Finally with a crunch, a pop, and a squish, Marcus became a gory puddle on the floor of Joseph’s living room. He grinded his body with the ball of his foot just to make sure the deed was done.

“Justice served, bastard!”*

Hello everybody. Back from my vacation from the internet. Ready to start making good stories again, starting with this one. Let me know what you think about this one. Your input is appreciated.

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

@olo Nice find! Look forward to seeing more posted.

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.

Chapter 13: Previously…

It was a warm August morning when Ignatius Malt decided to pull the trigger and invite his girlfriend of a few years to come live with him. His palms were sweating and his hands were so jittery he punched in the wrong number twice. He took a deep breath as the receiver picked up.

“Hey snookums! I hope I didn’t wake you up too early.”

“Hello, Iggy?”

“The one and only! Do you have a minute?”

“Hey! I can’t really take your call right now. I’m in the middle of that new couple I’ve started helping.”

Iggy vaguely recalled that Wilma had told him about the eccentric couple that she was hired to take care of. “The one with the two inch tall guy?”

“Yeah, that one! It really sucks what happened to them. At least the husband doesn’t seem to let it get to him.”

“You told me! Didn’t you say he’s making more money now than he was when he was full sized.”

“Yeah, apparently even after what happened, he still managed to find a job that worked for him.”

“Have you met the pair yet? Or is this another job where you’re expected to make yourself scarcely seen?”

“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! Alright Iggy! I’m going to let you go. I have some vacuuming I need to get done.”

“Oh, Wilma! Before you go, call me back when you get a chance. I have something I need to talk to you about.”

“I’ll call you when I get off work. Love you, honey.”

“Love you too, snookums!”

“Mwah! Bye!”

“Bye!” click

Later that evening, Wilma went to Ignatius’s house in tears. Apparently, the wife had been the small one and not the husband. She had almost crushed her underfoot and even nearly sucked her into a vacuum before finally realising her mistake. She cried in Iggy’s arms. He just whispered “It’s okay” to her in his most reassuring voice, holding her close and running his fingers through her hair. She was too emotionally drained to return home, so she stayed at Iggy’s place for the night.

A few days passed and Wilma came over more and more because Iggy lived closer to her work until Iggy popped the question and she officially moved in with him.

A few months passed and Wilma started telling more stories about work. The further time went on, the more horrible and atrocious the household started to sound. Things really came to a head around late October, when the shrunken wife and her husband began their open relationship. Iggy wasn’t as up on the details as his wife, who had been listening in when they had the conversation. If he understood correctly, the wife couldn’t leave without falling into ruin, and the husband wasn’t getting the sexual satisfaction he used to get, so they decided to allow the bastard of a husband to sleep around with as many people as he pleased.

One night, Iggy came back from a long day at the labs to see Wilma lying on the couch in nothing but her bra and panties staring at the ceiling lost in thought. He knew she sometimes got in a mood where something was on her mind and she needed somebody to talk to and get it off her chest.

“Iggy, we need to talk.”

“What about snookums?”

“Our rent’s paid off for next month, right? And the utilities are covered?”

“Of course, why do you ask?”

“I was thinking about quitting my job. I’ve been feeling really stressed from all the work I do. The hours are long, the work is demanding, and it’s just gotten to be too much. I’ve been thinking about finding somewhere else to work, but I don’t want to dump all the bills on you in the meantime.”

“Don’t even worry about that, babe! We’ve got plenty saved up. I care about your well being. If this isn’t working out, we can find something that does.”

“There’s one more thing. About Gabriella…”

“You want to bring her with you, don’t you?”

“How did… no, I suppose you feel the same way?”

“Well, if she wants to leave the door’s always open. Maybe you should talk to her about it?”

“Thanks again for being so understanding.”

Iggy planted a kiss on Wilma’s cheek. “Any time, snookums”

As Iggy went to go prepare dinner, since it was his turn that day, Wilma stopped him.

“Wait, Iggy. I want to know something. What would you do if I ever shrunk? I know it couldn’t happen, but pretend it did.”

Iggy gave it some serious thought. “Well, we would have to find a way for you to contact me in case there was ever an emergen…”

“No…” she said in a soft tone. “… with that voice.”

Iggy understood what she wanted. He walked back over to her, grabbed her arms and pinned her to the sofa. She didn’t resist, but her lip quivered slightly.

“Well…” Ignatius said in a voice almost a full octave lower than he had been. “… we can’t have my girlfriend getting in my way underfoot while I’m trying to get ready for work. I’d probably keep you in my shoebox.”

One of his hands stopped grasping Wilma’s arm and pressed its index and middle finger into her tummy. The fingers began walking like legs down her stomach to her crotch.

“And I might leave you all alone while I’m at work, but if I get home and my girlfriend really begs for something to drink, I might let her suck a little sweat off my…”

“…thick…”

His middle finger presses hard into Wilma’s clit through her panties.

“…meaty…”

He twisted his finger on her nub.

“…cock.”

Wilma left a large stain both on her panties and the sofa cushion. Satisfied that his woman was happy, he postponed making dinner to snuggle with his blushing girlfriend.*

These are the pieces that fell into place that fateful year to give birth to a happier ending. What shape will that take? Tune in next time for the thrilling conclusion of “My Big Teddy Bear”! As always any comments or critiques you want to get in before the series reaches a close would be well apprieciated.

@olo Absolutely brilliant piece as always!