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Chapter 12: You Scratch My Back

The next day, Wilma showed up not in her maid outfit, but in a nice casual outfit. Her baggy T-shirt and jean shorts were a sharp contrast from her usual alluring attire. Gabby was also dressed comfortably in a more modest dress to go out for a day at Wilma’s house. Well, technically at her boyfriend’s house.

Teddy was ecstatic. A little air and a fun day out with friends was exactly what Gabby needed to get out of the funk she’d found herself in, at least in his mind. Besides, Ashleigh’s twin sister was in town, and if she was anything like her twin in bed, then he was in for a threesome that could last all day and well into the night.

Wilma brought Gabby back to her home. Her boyfriend Iggy wasn’t home, since he was still at work at the pharmaceutical company he worked for.

Wilma got her guest situated on the couch and fluffed a pillow to place behind her. As Gabby leaned back into the plush pillow, Gabby sat down beside her.

“It’s been a while since I last had you over, hasn’t it? Well, make yourself at home. The trip wasn’t too rough, was it?”

“No, not at all. Thanks for having me. It feels nice to have a change of scenery!"

Wilma got up from her seat and walked over to the bookcase. As she reached out for an unmarked bottle, she stopped. Remembering her guest on the sofa, she decided she needed to explain.

“Um… I’m sorry, I’ve got this condition that makes my skin kinda dry. I’ve been using this l-lotion I got from the store.”

She sat back down and poured some into her hands and rubbed them together. The lotion has a thick, pungent odor. Gabby can somewhat recall the scent, but doesn’t quite remember the brand. She used to work at a boutique before she inherited her father’s company. Whatever lotion it was, it certainly wasn’t a higher end one. It reeked to high heaven, and it wouldn’t make sense to remove the label from a notable brand.

Gabby rubbed her arms and legs with the lotion digging deep into her skin to make sure every inch of her body was covered. As she was getting her back, though, she started to struggle. She just couldn’t get the area between her shoulder blades. She looked down at her miniature employer.

“Gabby, um, well, this is a bit awkward to ask, but would you mind… Um, well, I…”

Wilma stopped for a bit, lost in thought.

“… my skin gets dry whenever I’m out in the sun too much. So if it’s not too much trouble…”

“Do you need me to help you with your lotion?”

Wilma’s face lit up like the sky at sunrise. Gabby could almost see her soul clap and jump for joy.

“Yes please!”

She picked Gabby up and placed Gabby on her back. She pulled her shirt up to her neck and squirted some of the skin lotion onto her back. Gabby scooped some up and started rubbing it into Wilma’s back. Her legs were so long, and the couch so short, that her legs stuck out far past where the sofa ended.

Wilma cooed as Gabby’s hands massaged the lotion into her back. Her fingers pressed into the delicate flesh. Wilma’s skin was tight, but as Gabby found her groove, the skin became more soft and the job became easier. Wilma’s toes curled as the little hands got every inch of her back.

It then occurred to Wilma what exactly was happening, and she got embarrassed. She plucked Gabriella off her back, placed her on the side table, and applied the rest of the lotion to her front.

“Thank you Mrs. Snoww. I hope that wasn’t too weird for you.”

“No problem. I’ve certainly never done this with an employee before. I’ve only even done this with…”

Gabby thought back to all the wonderful days she and Teddy had taken a vacation to the beach. Soaking in the rays, applying suntan lotion to each other’s backs. Sometimes she would get called away on the phone for business and Teddy would pick her up a cool drink to enjoy while she hammered out details at work over the phone.

Wilma sat up straight with a face as stern and solemn as a mother scolding her child. The face made Gabby so nervous, she fell backwards and landed on her butt.

“I wanted to talk about that. I don’t want to be your employee anymore”

“What? Wilma, I…”

“No, let me finish. I don’t want to be your employee anymore, and I don’t want to take you back to Mr. Snoww. I know how unhappy you are with him. So just don’t go back! We can take care of you here. I’ve talked to Iggy about it, and he wouldn’t mind me having a friend over at the house that’s trying to get back on her feet. We have plenty of room for you here.”

Gabby sat still for a moment and started to cry. Wilma cradled Gabby in her hands.

“There, there, Mrs. Sno- Gabriela. It’s over now. You don’t have to hurt anymore. We can get through this together. I have something to show you.”

Wilma stood up and grabbed her purse from her bedroom. She pulled an item from her bag, as Gabby watched in interest. She walked over to Gabby and pulled the trigger, causing sparks to fly. That’s when Gabby knew it was a taser.

“Wilma, what are you doing? Get that away from me.”

“I said we were going to go through this together, didn’t I? So that’s what I want to do!”

Gabby closed her eyes, bracing for the worst, but when she opened them, Wilma had tased herself in the right arm and fallen onto the couch. She lay on the floor writhing in pain, but as she spasmed, Gabby noticed something. Wilma, as lay on the couch, no longer had her legs dangling over the side. In fact, Wilma’s laid out body fit very well on the compact little couch. That’s when Gabby realized where she smelled Wilma’s lotion before.

It was the cooling agent from the accident almost a year ago.*

Now that Gabby and Wilma have shrunken down, the only thing left to do is see what happens when Wilma’s boyfriend comes back. Is he going to be as kind as Wilma says? Will she finally get the care and support she needs? Tune in next time to find out!

Next chapter, we’re putting together the pieces that led to this happening, so do let me know what you think of it in the moment. I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Chapter 11: Birthday Bash

There are any number of things Teddy could have given Gabriella for her birthday. A new dress to replace the one he’d torn by pulling on it while it was caught in the drawer. An air conditioner that didn’t look like the one that caused her disfigurement. Even a simple box of chocolates and flowers. But when Teddy revealed his actual gift that morning, it came as a shock to everybody.

“Good morning, baby doll! I’ve been thinking a lot about what you might want. See, I’ve been thinking about our open relationship and I don’t think it’s working.”

Gabriella’s ears perked up. She hadn’t thought Teddy would ever go back on that arrangement. It was thoroughly one-sided in his favor, and he seemed to be enjoying it. Gabby started to tear up, thinking it almost too good to be true.

“I was trying to have a fun bit of alone time with Sharon last night, but I just couldn’t manage to get it up. Just the thought of you downstairs, lonely and unwanted, really made it hard to get excited.”

Gabby ran over to her husband’s fingers and gave them a big hug. “Oh, Teddy!”

“I don’t think the open relationship we have going right now is going to work. And I want to use your birthday as an opportunity to fix my mistakes. Happy birthday, Gabby!”

Gabby lay on the table, hugging her husband and crying

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Gabby lay on the corkboard, hugging her restraints and crying.

She was once again bound in rubber bands, held to a corkboard as she was penetrated, with three major differences. The first is that the cotton swab was replaced with a long, hard thermometer. The second was that instead of having it in her pussy, the thermometer was navigating deep into her ass.

The third was that Teddy wasn’t the one using it.

Teddy had realized that Gabby was hardly going to be able to find a person who would ever want her at that size. So as a birthday gift, Teddy had generously loaned her one of his sexual partners. It took a lot of thought to find the perfect person to make her squeal in lust. Somebody with a wild edge, with a lot of energy and drive, and probably with low standards.

Teddy stood over his wife in a cheap doctor’s outfit he wore for halloween last year. “What’s her temperature look like, nurse?”

Gabby looked past the hand delicately pinching the end of the thermometer pounding her like a jackhammer, up to the sluttiest nurse outfit she had even seen. A crop top with a substantial boob window and a skirt that only barely covered the lingerie beneath it. From there, her eyes met the nurse’s. A cold, cruel pair Gabriella had become far to familiar with.

“It isn’t looking good, doctor. Looks like her temperature is rising fast! Seems like our patient is a little …”

Patricia leans in close, the scent of alcohol and artificial sweeteners on her lips. She whispered the last few words directly to Patricia with a sultry tone.

“… hot and bothered”

The saddest and most pathetic part was that she was right. In truth, this is the most sexually satisfied she had felt in months. Drool cascaded down her face as her vulva quivered from watching a woman almost ten years her junior force a dildo up her ass while her husband got touchy with her.

As Theo pressed his front into Patricia’s back and wrapped an arm around her, his free hand went to the fake plastic stethoscope around his neck. He pressed the cold plastic directly into Gabriella’s chest, eliciting a small moan from the crying

“You’re right, nurse! Her heart is beating faster and faster.”

“What should we do … Doctor?”

“Looks like we’re going to have to probe deep to find the source~”

Patty’s thermometer pressed against her walls, pushing against her sensitive spots. Gabby had never felt this good using a dildo on herself. It was like Patty’s eyes were staring into her mind and making her body dance and pulse to her whim.

Theo’s hands cleared the way to Patty’s tight anus as he spit on the tip of his own cock, rubbing it in. With a shwrk sound, his meat entered Patricia’s ass. Watching his wife get her insides rocked as he thrust into a living person made him feel like he was having sex with his wife for the first time since his wife stopped being able to have it.

After almost half an hour, all three came together. Gabby was left a slobbering mess laying on her back in her own fluids, but Patty and Theo were still raring to go. They took their fun from Theo’s office back to the bedroom. He decided that Gabby looked a bit tired to continue, so he let her lie there while he and Patty continued their game. He was overjoyed to know that his wife was satisfied and that he could keep seeing other women guilt-free.

“Good night, Gabby. Happy Birthday!’

Wilma came in afterwards to clean up the mess. She undid the bindings and brought her back to the living room couch to rest. She took a handkerchief and wiped the drool from Gabby’s mouth, though when Gabby wasn’t looking, Wilma wiped the drool from her own mouth.

Gabby tried to stay strong, but she finally broke down in front of Wilma about how unfair it all was. How Teddy was using her in her time of need. How she couldn’t escape this collapsing marriage. How her life couldn’t possibly recover from one accident that wasn’t even her fault.

Wilma sat beside her, brushing her finger through her hair. “Don’t worry about it, Mrs. Snoww. I’m here for you. I’m sorry that you’ve had a terrible birthday. I don’t really have a gift for you, but why don’t we spend the day together tomorrow, just you and I?”

Gabby leaned against Wilma’s leg and snuggled up. “I’d like that.”*

What does Wilma have in mind for her fun day out with Gabby? How could she possibly make the grieving Gabby feel better? Tune in next time to find out!

Hello everybody! Sorry these chapters were delayed. Computer troubles and an extended family vacation kept me away from my keys, but I’m back. Let me know what you all thought of my latest installment!

Part 3: Beginning of Dark Times

When Miryh approached the Grand Cabal, they had already received reports of giant sightings in the southern clearings, but it wasn’t until they pried a full explanation from the panicked, disgraced would-be wizard that the true desperateness of the situation became clear.

Usmag chastised the fool for tampering in forces he did not understand. She stressed that she had not been so close to him for many centuries that he would be rotting in prison for the rest of his miserably long life. As she was dressing down the oaf, a report came back from a scouting mission to the area of the giant sighting.

A particularly frazzled scout gave a report of a giant attacking their encampment. Though the giant had speckled blonde hair and dull green eyes, he held himself with the grace of a nobleman. Quickly he scooped up the scouts as they fled until only the commander remained. Yet once he identified his prey, all veneer of honor and nobility fell away. The giant made the scouts watch as he tore their commander limb from limb. The commander then had the rest of his body mashed between the giant’s fingers. Yet surprisingly, he let the rest of the scouts go as soon as he finished his sport with their leadership.

Two days of preparation passed, when rumbling was heard from the south in the direction that the scouts came. Trees dropped low, the ground quaked, and the elven army started lining up to protect the border of Aaq Samer, with the Grand Cabal seeing them off on their dangerous mission. Unfortunately, they underestimated the speed of the giants.

The sky darkened over Aaq Samer as Miryh looked up at a figure that could only appear in his darkest nightmare. Yet here it was, made flesh. The elf knew his role in this ghastly creature’s appearance in their forest home, but could no longer stop the atrocity that was unfolding before him. In a flash, his lifelong friend Usmag was whisked away from his side.

The blonde giant held the elven woman with his middle and index fingers against her shoulders, and his thumb against the gap between her shoulder blades on the back. He gave her a self-satisfied glare.

“So this is the High Conselwoman? Are you telling me you used to rule over the Matja Plutarchy? Pathetic! Good thing a new set of rulers is in town. Hey Arthur! Justice! I found them!”

That’s when two more giants charged from past the trees. One that seemed to answer to Justice was a black-haired youth with wide eyes and sharp features that Miryh didn’t recognise. The same could not be said for Arthur. His face Miryh would recognise anywhere. After what he witnessed him massacre the gnomes for his own sexual gratification, how could he not?

“I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Rook. These are my companions Arthur and Justice. We’ve decided that since you elves are so weak and powerless before our superior might, you should become our subjects. The capital of Matja is now under the control of us giants! And our first order of business as your new rulers…”

He lifted Usmag to his face and beamed at her.

“… is to get rid of the old rulers.”

Usmag screamed as the giant shoved her spine forward while holding her shoulders in place. She heaved and cried as a hole began to tear in her chest and her guts and bones were roughly shoved through it. The elven army tried to charge Rook, but Arthur began to scoop up soldiers and press them against his cock. Rook went after more and more members of the Grand Cabal.

Justice simply squished soldiers under his foot as they approached, until he noticed a particularly portly elf flee from the battlefield. His curiosity peaked, he stepped past the army and went in pursuit of the fat merchant. He would have caught up to him sooner, but not every civilian had evacuated Aaq Samer in anticipation of the attack, so each one Justice saw, he crunched beneath his toes.

Finally, Justice finally plucked Miryh up in his fingers and got a good look at the strange, ugly coward.

“Please, I’m nobody of importance. Killing me won’t get you any political power, and I’m hardly an appealing individual. If you want wealth, I have plenty. Just spare my life, please!”

The giant simply tilted his head and looked at him as though he had spoken a different language.

“But I don’t really want any of that stuff. It’s Rook that wants power, and Arthur that chases after more lovers. My wants are real simple. If I see a small creature, I wanna squish it.”

Justice suddenly dropped Miryh and screamed. Looking at his finger, a clear bite mark was dripping slightly with blood. Miryh’s right leg broke on impact with the ground, but his sense of fear and self-preservation pushed him forward until he came face to face with a cliff formation, trapping him in. He watched Justice approach, unable to escape.

Miryh begged and pleaded for his life, but it was clear that his tormentor could not hear his cries, nor would head them if he could. Nothing could satisfy his unchecked destructive urges. Miryh’s only hope was that whatever the man had in store for him would be a far cry less horrifying than what his allies and friends had gone through.

“Wait!” He said and lifted the tome of spells over his head. The giant seemed perplexed by his actions and bent down to take a look at whatever artifact the tiny elf was waving at him.

“Don’t you want to know what spell gave you such a power? If you spare me, I can give you the spell that made your village big. Surely you want the rest of humankind to have the power you do, right? You’ll be a hero to your people. All you have to do is spare…”

The giant stopped listening and rose to his full height. Putting his hand to his cock, Miryh stepped back, but not far enough to avoid the horrid yellow fountain that rained down on him and his book of spells. The book gave a ghastly howl as the ink ran and the parchment turned to mush. Miryh for his part struggled to keep his head aloft as the soil beneath his feet was carried in the current, sinking him into the marshy ground.

“That’s a good offer, merchant man! I bet Arthur or Rook would have taken you up on that in a second. But I told you already. I don’t wanna make tiny things grow bigger…”

He lifted his dirty sole over the cowering, shivering elf. In his last moments, he cursed Usmag for ever letting him near that cursed book.

“… I wanna squish em!”

Justice’s foot dug into the ground until he had trouble pulling it out. When he did, Miryh’s body was so thoroughly buried in the mud that it couldn’t be seen. Justice smiled at a small creature well squished and went off to join his friends in more adventures, terrorizing the elves, gnomes, fae, and even other humans in their hedonistic pursuits.

The footprint left in the mud hardened in a drought. When a storm hit the area, it filled and became a small pond. Woodland creatures gathered at it for lifesaving water, and a weeping willow came to grow at it’s side. The pond was given the name Clin Siid, or “The Foot Pond”, both because of its origins and it’s convenience as a stop for weary travelers to rest their feet.

But travelers beware, should the ground rumble, run. For although the giants have formed their own empire alone in the empty plateaus of Riyasyk Nus N’la, cruel giants still roam this forest. May the influential, the beautiful, and the weak keep their eyes open, for giants are always on the lookout for their next prey.

Travelers should also beware traveling to Clin Siid on the night of a new moon. It is said that at the new moon’s apex, the weeping willow will open its branches and reveal the Dryad of Matja. There are three telltale signs that a creature beneath the willow is the Dryad of Matja: its foul stench, its haughty ego, and its greedy heart.*

Thanks for reading my trilogy. I might write another story in this setting, but for right now, I have other stories I want to tell.

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.

Part 2: Source of Dark Times

Miryh begged and pleaded for his life, but it was clear that his tormentor could not hear his cries, nor would head them if he could. Nothing could satisfy his unchecked destructive urges. Miryh’s only hope was that whatever the man had in store for him would be a far cry less horrifying than what his allies and friends had gone through.

Two Days Earlier

With the preparations complete, Miryh took a group of his most trusted gnomes to help him gather up his prisoners once the spell started taking effect. His gnomes were the finest army a man could ever hope for while still grossly underpaying for his labor. Miryh was by no means an unreasonable man. These were criminals who had invaded his property and stolen his goods, but he would dispense reasonable justice. He would simply use the jail he constructed (really just a wooden box) to house these hooligans until they promised to pay him the value of the goods they had stolen. Plus interest of course, as that was only fair. In fact, the jail could be counted as temporary lodging, so he might just charge for that too!

But he was putting the cart before the horse. The gnomes surrounded the village, the moons were aligned, and he had his Dryadsong incantation in hand. He slowly read the dark text.

“Ckidivs jyi ly d’qyv’c is viqf raekky ul uyl r’cif kkadags di qavinags uz”

As soon as he finished his incantation, he sent the order for his gnomes to advance, but the ground started to shake violently. There was nothing in the spellbook about this, or at least not that Miryh knew. Many of the gnomes panicked and fled. Those that didn’t soon became privy to the source of the grounds rumbling. A wooden shack near the edge of the village started to show extreme wear on its sides, as though somebody was trying to push the walls down. Suddenly, a family of four emerged from the house. Yet not through the door, but smashing through the walls as they started growing at an alarming speed. Soon they were all larger than the house they were occupying. And more concerning was that the same story was happening to the home next door, and the next, and the next.

Miryh didn’t know where his spell had gone wrong. Did he pronounce the spell wrong? His vocabulary wasn’t the greatest, but he was certain that his studies with the Elder of Beangrove had prepared him for…

That’s when Miryh realized. Jyi wasn’t the word for ‘bean’; that was myaz. So what was the spell intended to do. He was sure he knew the word jyi from somewhere. But then he had a realization.

Jyi was the word for ‘oak tree’.

This spell was never meant to make enemies small. It was supposed to make allies big. Specifically, twice as tall as an oak tree. And now he had just used it on a number of already antagonistic humans right before sending a gnome army after them.

“Hey! Let me go!”

Miryh heard a gnome girl cry out for help as she dangled between the fingers of a large man. His body was thin, yet toned. His eyes a deep muddy brown that matched his unkempt hair. His legs and torso had little hair, almost as a lady of a noble house. But the rough, callused skin along his hands and feet betrayed the hard life of labor he had led up to now. However, the most striking features on the man were his jovial smile, and the long drooping rod between his legs, beginning their own expansion into others’ territory.

“You gnomes look so cute when you’re all small like this! I wonder what kind of gnome you are?”

He put the gnome in his palm and started slowly stripping away her armor piece by piece. She tried to keep him from removing her coverings, but the boy had no interest in letting this gnome escape clad in her meager, cheaply-made plating. He ripped everything off the gnome, including the garments beneath, until she lay bare in his hand. The poor gnome could do nothing but tremble from within his grasp until he spoke.

“Nice! Looks like I found a Mrs. Gnome! Would you like me to show you to your new home?”

He brought the trembling gnome to his crotch as he touched himself.

“Please, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to raid your village. I’ll leave and never come back, I promise. Just let me go! I’ve learned my lesson.”

The man tilted his head and gave her an inquisitive stare. “I don’t care about any of that. You’re just a cute little lady gnome, and I want a cute little lady gnome to pleasure me. It’s as simple as that. It could have been anybody. It just happened to be you.”

“Wait, please. This isn’t right! I have a family!”

“Oh, I’d love to play with them too. Actually, better stick to just the women. I don’t really have much use for the men.”

The gnome screamed unholy utterances as the giant guy pressed her face against his urethra, already leaking precum. First her head went in, then with a bit of resistance her shoulders, then her torso until finally her feet disappeared into the monstrous cock.

He quickly grabbed another gnome and started unwrapping it as well. However, when the little thing’s member was finally exposed the giant looked down with disgust.

“Uggh, this is a Mr. Gnome. No room for you in my cock!”

He squeezes this new gnome between his fingers until his body pops like a grape. He quickly finds another gnome, this one female, and loads her into his cock as he strokes himself with his bloody hand.

Miryh turns around and runs. The book didn’t have a reversal spell that he could see, so I needed reinforcements. Surely now, the Grand Cabal would see the urgency of the situation. If he couldn’t convince everybody, he could at least convince enough that they get at least a slightly better army to help.

Miryh sees a thick white stream drop from the air and splash down next to him. Floating down the stream, two asphyxiated gnomes bloated from the thick white goop they had to ingest. He turned around to see the giant, with his cock now slowly becoming flaccid, turning and walking the other direction, presumably to find some more of his friends.*

Sorry this is so late. I didn’t realize I hadn’t uploaded part 2 here yet.

@btbutcher The tab button does weird things on this site. I’ve had that trouble before

Chapter 10: A Deep Cut

Another stressful day at the Snoww household. Gabriella tried to ignore the ceiling above her creak as Teddy had his ‘special alone time’. Gabby always thought the name was a bit of a misnomer, given that she hadn’t seen Teddy take his special alone time with any less than two people in their room. Today’s special guest for ‘alone time’ was Sharron. Or was it Amanda? The days and people were starting to blur together. Every day felt like the same miserable story told over and over like a bedtime story that had long ago lost all appeal.

To make matters worse, this was now the second time she had caught Wilma rooting through her mail. The first time was half a month ago, when she found her peeking at the monthly catalog they got from the SHC showing off their new newest models, since spring was coming around the corner and demand would start picking up. Gabby kept getting the monthly catalog shipped to her house for sentimental reasons, but Teddy had decided for her that it would probably be for the best if they were just stashed away in the office. After all, no need to open old wounds.

The duty usually fell on Wilma to promptly take it to Teddy’s office and file it away, so Gabby couldn’t see it. So when she found Wilma sitting in a pile of mail curiously turning the pages, Teddy got understandably upset. Gabby had stood up for Wilma, but she had been reprimanded anyway. When Gabby looked at the cover, she knew exactly what had drawn her eye. A model that looked almost identical to the model that had put her in this state.

As it turned out, the problems with the initial design had been with assembly and not the fundamental structure itself, so it got reused into a new model. The experimental coolant was gone, the wiring system was changed, but the haunting figure of the machine still sent a shiver down Gabby’s spine.

She had understood the reasons for this mistake. She could let it go. But this latest excursion? It was unacceptable no matter what angle you looked at it.

Wilma decided that Gabby was having too much trouble each day operating the letter opener. So she had volunteered without asking to open up all the mail they received and read it out loud to her. Not only had she opened two junk letters, but also an important document for the ongoing court battle over workplace injury.

In essence, it wasn’t anything excessively personal. It was just a laundry list of the chemicals used to make the coolant and a list of their more dangerous effects, coupled with a few statements made by the company in the wake of the incident. But she had gone to bat for her and she felt like that had been spat in her face.

This was just one in a line of increasingly patronizing behaviors that she had experienced more and more in the last few days. Ever since Teddy had started seeing other people, Wilma had inserted herself into her life in a far more pronounced way. Wilma would usually try to do some activity with Gabby every time a ‘guest’ came over to see Teddy.

Not every activity was as invasive as reading her mail to her. Wilma sometimes took her into the kitchen to cook with her. Sometimes the maid would snatch her up and take her around the house as she cleaned.

Wilma very rarely asked before taking me on one of her excursions. One time, when Wilma’s boyfriend was out of town and Patricia had decided to crash at the mansion, Wilma had decided a sleepover would cheer Gabby up and took Gabby to her house to spend the night. All without asking her or consulting her, but after spending several hours with Patty, Gabby was receptive enough to the idea that she didn’t really care that she hadn’t been given a choice.

They didn’t do much on their sleepover. A few hours in, Wilma’s boyfriend Ignatius called to check if she was okay, and they spent countless hours chatting about their day. It was both a warming and hollowing experience to watch the lovebirds enjoy what time together they could. The way Wilma twirled her hair as she talked about dusting the foyers, or giggling at some joke that Gabby couldn’t hear. Gabby could imagine herself once standing where Wilma currently stood.

Every once in a while, Wilma would remember she had company, and give her guest a pat on the head or give her another scrap of cloth to keep her warm. The couple talked well into the night, so Gabby went to rest in the hammock Wilma had set up for her.

When she was smuggled back into the mansion the next day, Patricia was the only one who had noticed Gabby had even gone missing in the first place. Wilma kept Gabby close even as she did the chores, nestled up in her back pocket. It was a bit of a tight squeeze whenever she had to bend over, but Gabby figured it was leagues better than whatever Patricia had in mind for her.

But thinking back on that now, Wilma hadn’t even asked before abducting her, or forcing her to stay in her pocket. As she opened what little mail was left that Wilma hadn’t gotten into, the letter opener slipped and gashed her foot. Wilma ran over with a bandage and treated the wound. As she was disinfecting the cut, Wilma gave Gabby a kiss on the head.

“Don’t worry, Gabriella. Your big friendly maid Wilma is here to take care of you.”

“Mrs. Snoww. I’m your employer, and you’ll treat me as such.”

Wilma giggled. “Sorry, you’re right Mrs. Snoww.”

After making sure was back on the nightstand, safe and about as tucked in as she could be, Wilma reported the incident to Teddy. Shocked to hear Gabby had hurt myself with the letter opener, he came up with a plan so Gabby wouldn’t cut myself anymore. Now Wilma opens all the mail for her.*

With less and less autonomy in her life, things are looking desperate. But salvation can take many strange forms. What lies around the next corner? Tune in next time to find out!

Mostly laying groundwork for future chapters with this one. It doesn’t seem like much right now, but keep it in the back of your mind for later.

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

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

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

@olo Looks like somebody has a lot of foreskin to dig through

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.

@the-big-g She isn’t even at the base of the mountain of shame. Things are going to get better, but they’re also going to get worse.

Chapter 9: Patricia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Theo! About time.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ohgodi’msosorryicompletelyforgotdon’tbemadatmeididn’tmean…”

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

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

“So how was it?”

“How was what?”

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

“Wilma!”

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

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

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

Part 1: Origin of Dark Times

The sky darkened over Aaq Samer as Miryh looked up at a figure that could only appear in his darkest nightmare. Yet here it was, made flesh. The elf knew his role in this ghastly creature’s appearance in their forest home, but could no longer stop the atrocity that was unfolding before him. In a flash, his lifelong friend Usmag was whisked away from his side.

Three days earlier

The humans were once again encroaching in territory that didn’t belong to them. It was bad enough to establish the village of Mylig so close to the edge of the forest territory of the Matja Plutarchy, but to then to knock down trees dedicated to syrup production in order to make room for more buildings that weren’t even within the bounds of their kingdom was far more than could be tolerated, particularly by invested elites within Matja.

So it came as no surprise to High Conselwoman Usmag when her old acquaintance Miryh barged into the Grand Cabal’s meeting room to demand an invasion of Mylig to reappropriate trees, syrup, and land he felt were owed to him. Usmag had known Mylig since they were both infants. Even after two-hundred years, she had never once seen a bound to the unchecked arrogance that got Mylig thrown out of the Grand Cabal in the first place.

She knew Miryh had no love lost for humans. A race clever enough to recognize a bad deal when they saw one and brutish enough to use violence to make their dissatisfaction known was never going to be popular with a silver-tongued scammer like him.

“For the last time, Miryh! We’re not going to risk our trade alliance with the Kingdom of Man by invading Mylig.”

“But the humans have already encroached far into our lands. It’s the syrup groves now, but what happens when they don’t stop. They’re already so close to the river. What if they start hunting elk on our territory? Our monopoly on furs would be in jeopardy!”

“We’ll cross that bridge if it comes to it. Trust me, Miryh, I would love to squander resources fighting a war we can’t win, so that you can protect fairly insignificant holdings that you possess through no merit of your own, but that really isn’t in the Great Cabal’s best interest. If the outcropping you put to no greater use than providing drunken gnomes swill that an ogre wouldn’t drink was that important to you, maybe you should have been the one to protect your own territory.”

“Madame, you do my troubles and my character a great disservi-”

“Come now! We both know it’s true. If it will get you off this assembly’s back, we can let you have some of the trove we got from negotiating with the capital of the Kingdom of Man.”

“I can’t believe after all we’ve been through, you would… How much of a cut are you proposing?”

“5% of the gold, and no more than 3% by value of the goods. That’s far more than your land was worth in its entirety when it was whole. And before you open your mouth, that’s our final offer.”

“I suppose I have no other choice, as this assembly has twisted my arm on the subject. Fine! I accept your kind offer.”

Miryh was led into the appraisal room, only to find that most of the haul was in the form of goods anyway. His share had been substantially smaller than expected. Grumbling as he picked through the goods he would in all probability have to sell at a markdown, he came upon a collection of trinkets. The garbage in the collection was so abysmal, that Miryh doubted he could even convince a gnome to take them for free. But the real thing that caught his eye was a tattered book in the center labeled “Catalog” by the appraiser. It seems the overworked peon thought the book was just a catalog of the trinkets written in a foreign language. But a more thorough inspection revealed that to be far from the truth. While the trinkets were clearly goblin-made, the book was written in a foul script. A language few would know and even few would dare let escape their tongue. Dryadsong.

The dryads had long ago defiled the land of the living with their presence. From their home within a marsh that would come to be known as G’Teifly Qacern (Ancienttongue for ‘spider’s death throes’), they dedicated themselves to unnatural and arcane agendas. Those who crossed paths with them were left twisted, rotted shells as the dryads used them to practice their sorceries. It was even said that the trees themselves bent and twisted to the whims of the dryads. Only through bloodshed and sacrifice from all races upon Earth did the blight of these mystic abominations finally dissipate.

Miryh couldn’t believe his luck that such a rare artifact had been mixed in with the trash. He grabbed the collection and continued to load his satchel.

When he finally got his share of material and money, he returned to his home within the syrup groves. Within the Aaq sruiz Miryh, a land Miryh named after himself, he unpacked his bags and combed through his new acquisitions. He first inspected the book. Miryh new very little Dryadsong. Most teachers in Matja would never dare to teach it, for fear of the dangerous power it wielded. And while that may have been a good enough excuse not to for the feeble-minded and cowardly, he always knew he was destined for greater things.

And greater things seemed to be in store, for this was no ordinary book, but a detailed journal of all this dryad’s forays into particularly cruel magics. This would be just the thing to secure his power over Aaq sruiz Miryh. He wouldn’t need an army, if he had the power of one.

Flipping through the pages, it seemed his less than comprehensive knowledge of the language proved to make many of the potions and rituals a bit difficult to decipher. Getting frustrated he found nothing at all he could actually perform. He looked at one particularly ornate page with a picture of a dryad flanked by a miniscule dryad. On it, was the title “J’jaqr Cawer Jyi Ivs”, or “The two bean-size spell”. Intrigued, Miryh read the fairly simple spell. All it required was to utter a chant while the victim was standing in a circle to make them the size of two beans. This was perfect, since Mylig was already laid out in the shape of a circle.

He would set his plan into action tomorrow! Then the humans would come to regret their transgressions.*

The beginning of a new series as requested on the poll I hosted the other day. Originally, this was going to be a short story, but I got really into writing this one and it grew from there. I’ll try to finish the story by May’s end. Currently, it looks like this will be a three-parter. This one is mostly getting to world-building. The real juicy stuff happens next chapter. Let me know what you think so far.

Chapter 8: A Civil Discussion

“WHAT!?!?”

“Calm down, honey.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine.”

“What was that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 7: Two Years in the Making

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You look absolutely lovely, Mrs. Snoww.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, Teddy~!”

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

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

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

“Or when you …”

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

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

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

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

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

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