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Chapter 2: A Step into the Future

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 1: A Shocking Development

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Hale! I’m sorry if I kept you waiting. The prototype is a little heavy, but the proof of concept is finally waiting in the showroom for you.”

Gabriella Hale made her way into the showroom to see exactly how powerful this new unit was going to be. If it could really do everything it promised, Slete and Hale Conditioning would blow past every air conditioner provider in the country, possibly even internationally. The company had always been successful, but it was clear that the company wasn’t seeing the levels of growth that it used to. The death of the company’s founders, James Slete and Walter Hale, hit the company particularly hard. If this new design could put her company on top, then Mrs. Hale had to do anything it took to get the patents.

From the way it was described, apparently this unit used a combination of an experimental refrigerant, a special alloy along the condenser and evaporator, and a unique dehumidifying saline solution to create a unit that could bring a home or office to the desired heat and humidity twice as fast as competitors with less overall power consumption. She brought a team of engineers with her to the demonstration to test these claims, as well as a few lawyers so she could file the patents on the spot if needed.

When Mrs. Hale entered the showroom, a few adjustments were being made on the unit to get it hooked up. Several technicians were arguing about how the evaporator fins were set, and several more about how the power system was implemented. There were even a few calls to cancel the entire presentation altogether.

Mrs. Hale wasn’t having any of this. She had already been waiting for hours by this point, and for all the lofty promises she had been given, they had nothing to show for it. She stormed over to the head of R&D and let him know in no short terms that his entire team would be let go if he couldn’t at least show something for all the money and time they had dumped into this project.

Reluctantly, he ran over to the other technicians and another shouting match started. After a few more minutes, they finally got everything set at least well enough to start the air conditioner. They came to regret this decision, as problems started popping up immediately. Their last minute adjustments didn’t leave time for a final inspection, so only a few minutes, the fan dropped into the unit and hit the dehumidifier, causing the saline solution to spill onto the power cables. The condenser coil’s alloy had also not been adequately tested with this particular refrigerant. The metal began to dissolve from the inside. To make matters worse, since the refrigerant expanded as it became a gas, the weakened metal caused the evaporator to explode.

A few people were splattered with the refrigerant, including Mrs. Hale herself, who got it in her mouth and nose. Falling to the floor gasping for breath, she could do nothing as everybody else evacuated. That’s when the slurry of saline solution finally reached her. The salty soup carried electrical current from the power cables to the fallen woman, electrocuting her.

The only things she could do as she lay paralyzed unable to move was stare at her wedding ring. She remembered how sweet and loving her husband Theodore had always been. She remembered all the nights she stood on her tippy toes, kissing her gentle giant. She always called him her big Teddy bear, since he always felt so warm and safe with her 6’2” spouse. He was always so kind and considerate. He hadn’t even made a fuss when she insisted on keeping her last name instead of his, since he knew how much her company and her connection with her father meant to her.

She remembered how Teddy had wanted her to stay a little longer this morning to eat some of the delicious breakfast he always prepared for her. She remembered how she hadn’t even hugged him goodbye because she was in a hurry, all to get to this awful presentation. She wished deep in her heart that she was with Teddy right now. That she was running her fingers through his curly brown locks. That she could feel his tender embrace surround her. That she could just have a chance to say goodbye and tell him she loved him.

Her eyes shut as she felt her consciousness fade.

…

Mrs. Hale woke with a start. She felt a shock to her chest almost as severe as the one she got from the air conditioning unit. Sitting up and looking around, she was shocked to find she was sleeping on a bed, but one bigger than any bed she had ever been in before. The sides stretched for a yard to her left and right, and the foot of the bed much further. Looking around, she was surrounded by medical equipment that towered around her like buildings. But the thing that surprised her the most was the doctor that stood above her like a living monument, and to his left, standing about a head taller, was her husband.

“GABBYYYYY!”

“Stop! Control yourself Mr. Hale! We don’t know if her condition has stabilized yet!”

The doctor restrained Teddy from touching Gabriella. She just sat there dumbfounded. She had no idea how, but she had shrunken to an absolutely miniscule size. How short was she even? She started to hyperventilate, spooked by the enormous world she had woken up in. This only made Teddy more concerned, and the doctor had to call in a few nurses to drag him out of the room.

As Gabby was freaking out, she saw her clothing folded neatly on a side table nearby. It was strange looking at the clothes she had been wearing just a short while ago, now that even her glasses would come up to her waist. Sitting on top of the pile was her wedding ring. Thinking back to her last moments before waking, she calmed down realizing she had been given a second chance at life. As a crowd of medical staff forced Teddy out the door, Gabby called out to him.

“Teddy, it’s going to be alright! Just stay tight while the doctors do whatever they need to do. I want my big Teddy bear to be the first person I see when they let me have visitors! Oh and Teddy …”

“I love you. Goodbye for now.” *

For those of you more used to violent thrillers from my ongoing works, this one is going to be a change of pace. Given that I haven’t really put out anything even slightly wholesome since ‘A Close Shave’, I decided to make this ongoing a family drama. It’s still not a sfw piece, since a few of the chapters later on are going to be pretty raunchy, but if you like dramas, this one’s for you!

Let me know what you guys think. Feedback, as always, is appreciated.

Very nice! We really don’t get enough oversized penetration.

@tinysupervicki Maybe just give you a small lick. And if you like it, maybe another.

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

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

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

be deep be deep

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

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

…

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

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

cruuuuuunch car alarm

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait, what are you … NOOOO!”

Kick clash bash SPLAT car alarm

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

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

…

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

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

“Hey, put me down!”

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

“Hey! Are you ignoring me?”

“Yes, now shut up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

slurp suck suck CRUNCH

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

crunch crunch crunch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@technomage Thanks. This was a blast to write, and I’m happy it came out as good as it did. It actually started out as a far shorter story, but I kept getting more inspired with more and more ideas until this blossomed into the story you see today.

In truth, I’m going to miss writing this story, but it’s time to move on and give everybody the conclusion to this tale. I’m definitely going to do more long series in the future, but I have a few short story ideas in my head that I can’t wait to get started on.

I have another short story coming down the pipe that I’m pretty excited about, so look forward to that one.

Epilogue

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

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

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

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

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

“Um, I’m … I mean … My name’s Angie.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 5: Freed

Grant grabbed the tiny and his cigarette in one swift motion. Grasping both in his left hand he brought them both to his face. The breath left Jack’s lungs once when he was squeezed between Grant’s fingers and again when he looked into Grant’s eyes. It was like coming face to face with a god in the flesh. Grant was so close to climax. He had one more tiny to finish the job, so he was going to make it count.

“Alright, little guy. Maybe you’ll have better luck. Tell me who you are and what you hope to do with your life. It better be good, because if you disappoint me, I’ve got some extra special punishments in store.”

Jack gulped audibly. His body began to shut down from the pressure of being judged by Grant. He was in the presence of Death Incarnate. Every friend he’d had that came before him disappeared in a gruesome fashion. Then, he spoke without thinking.

“My name is Jack. I honestly had many dreams, but none of them matter anymore! After all, my future is up to your whims. My life is held in your cruel uncaring grasp. If you wante-”

SMACK

Jack was slapped hard in the face. Jack was a bit stunned. He hadn’t even seen what hit him. At least, he thought he had been slapped. That assumption was called into question by an oozing sensation trailing from his forehead down to his eyes. Jack wiggled a hand free and tried to feel whatever was snaking its way down his face. A white, oozing strand stretched between his head and palm as he brought his hand back.

Looking down, it became clear what had happened. Grant’s masturbation had finally come to bear fruits. The sofa cushion, the hardwood floor, and Jack himself had been splattered by his ejaculation.

Grant had felt a bit awkward about the whole thing. He had even planned to bring out his old snuff box to really get himself in the mood. But now his fun had ended prematurely. Grant was coming off his power high, and didn’t want to even bother. Jack’s reverence and humility in the face of his executioner had, in fact, saved him in the end.

Jack felt Grant’s grip loosen. Jack grasps at Grant’s fingers to hold on, as the drop down to the hardwood floor is staggering at his size. Grant indifferently dropped the small man to the ground. Time stopped for Jack as he was embraced by empty air. Jack collapsed to the ground with a thud that echoed through his body. His legs snapped like cheap tent poles in a hurricane. One of his ribs cracked. His fingers bent at an awkward angle from when he tried to catch his fall. Yet still he lived.

Jack looked up at the mammoth that dropped him. His cowhide boots stretched like a canyon wall into the sky. Grant leant down and pierced Jack with his judging gaze.

“Look, Jack. I’m really not in the mood right now. So why don’t you clean off my boots? If you do a good enough job, I’ll let you go free. How does that sound, bug?”

Jack was stunned by the opportunity he was just given. Dragging his body forward, he closed the short distance between himself and the boot with more difficulty than he would have liked. Having nothing to clean the boots with, Jack desperately licked the side of Grant’s boot. It was dusty and a bit metallic, but Jack didn’t find it as horrible as he thought he was going to. He looked up at the half-naked god that had just a few moments ago destroyed his friends for his own sexual gratification, looking for any sign that his act of submission pleased the sadistic giant.

Grant was smoking the last cigarette, only glancing down every once in a while to make sure Jack was doing his job. He was actually making a shocking amount of progress, already cleaning off the toe section of the second boot. As his cig wound down to its end, Jack had licked the boots spotless. The crippled little bug awaited his final judgment.

“Not bad, little guy. Well, I’m a man of my word! You’re free to leave if you want.”

Jack’s heart leapt in his chest. He had secured his own safety through obedience to his new deity. He briefly considered hiding in Grant’s house to watch him pass his unfair verdicts on other unsuspecting college students, but he suddenly got the feeling something was terribly wrong. Grant had finished his cig, but instead of grinding it out in the ashtray, he dropped it to the floor, right next to his body. Grant lifted his right foot over the cigarette butt. Jack realized he too was in its shadow.

He crawled away as fast as he could, but with his hands and legs as busted up as they were. There was no way to get out. Jack couldn’t figure out what he’d done wrong. He had appeased this behemoth! He was being let free! What had he done to have this all turn around on him.

Grant saw Jack begging for forgiveness. He went on and on about being sorry about whatever it was that had made him go back on his word about freeing him. Grant wasn’t completely sure why his prisoners always believed him when he said they could go free, but it always amused him. Obviously he lied about that. After all, if Jack had gone to the authorities, Grant could get in serious trouble once all the missing persons cases started connecting up to him. Whatever the reason, the Jack’s screams for forgiveness were getting Grant hard again.

Grant pressed the sole of his boot onto the cigarette grinding it underneath him along with Jack’s body. He took his time mixing his guts and cigarette ash under his foot, spreading the dirty red stain around. Grant finally let up and took off his shoes to get a better look at his handiwork. Nothing was even slightly recognizable about the small victim.

Now that he had no more victims to play with, Grant slipped on some underwear and his pants. Digging through his pants pockets, he found what he was looking for, the cigarette packet. He still had about 8 cigarettes left of the original 25 before he finished the pack. He knew smoking a pack a day wasn’t great for his health, but it certainly was worse for the health of the little people he surrounded himself with, and that was all that mattered to him. The night was still young, and if he hurried, he could still raid a bar or two to finish off the night, and his pack.

Grant put his boots back on and went to find his next group of tiny people, leaving bloody footprints behind him.*

Wow, we’ve finally reached the end of this saga. Please let me know in the future whether you want more of these fan participation projects! This was fun, and I hope you all enjoyed the story.

Chapter 15: The Great Escape

Angie woke up the next morning before anybody else. She had a plan, but needed to confirm a few things about Duncan’s ring in order for her plan to work out. Besides, planting the seeds for the plan at this point would make steps later on considerably easier. First, she approached Duncan’s jacket, which was still at the kitchen table from when he took it off last night. She tossed Emily’s black stealth dress into his right sleeve, making sure that it was in a place Duncan wouldn’t notice. With that done, she hopped onto the ottoman and made herself presentable.

When Duncan got up, he made his way to the other room, when Angie called out to him. Surprised, Duncan went over to see what was up.

“Wow, looks like you’re up early. What’s the deal?”

“Well, it’s just … last night when … while we were … when you …”

Angie just pointed at Duncan’s crotch. She was becoming sick to her stomach, but she really needed to play this up so it would be believable. It seemed like Duncan finally got what Angie was trying to get him to do.

“Oh, do you mean this?” Duncan said as he slipped his pants and underwear down to show off the girthy rod that had brought Angie to tears last night. “One ride on my dick, and the stubborn little virgin’s already become a greedy little cock slut! Go ahead and tell me what you want?”

“Can I … can I touch it just one more time?”

Angie struggled to keep herself from vomiting from what she was about to say, but it was the only way she was going to get the information she wanted out of Duncan.

“Trust me bitch, when I’m done, you’ll have done a lot more than just touch it.”

Angie leaned forward and deliberately positioned herself too close to the edge. She got the desired effect, which was to fall off the ottoman onto her face and break her nose. Duncan laughed at her.

“Looks like Angie’s a little too small to ride the cock carousel today! What’s a little whore like her to do?”

He turned his ring so the gemstone faced into his right palm. He picked her up in his grip and held her to his face. His gemstone was touching her leg, and her nose was healing. That much Angie already realized. She knew the gem was what made her heal, but she had grown plenty of times without touching the gem. So she asked.

“I’m sorry I’m too small to … I mean I can’t … maybe if I was bigger …”

Duncan fidgeted with the ring so the gem wasn’t touching Angie. Instead the silver part of the ring was touching Angie. Duncan began to make her grow so he could do all sorts of naughty things with her, but a look at the clock showed him that if he didn’t want to be late to his Calculus II class, he needed to hurry up. Professor Holland took attendance, and Duncan didn’t want his tardiness to affect his grade. Reluctantly, he shrunk Angie back to an inch. Angie realized that the silver band of the ring was what controlled the shrinking.

Things were going great for Angie so far. She not only gained all the information she wanted and got herself on Duncan’s good side, but also managed to avoid having to do anything sexual with him. Her cup size even went up when she healed her nose, which confirmed that part of the ring’s powerset too.

But she hit a few snags at this point. Growing and shrinking had gone just as slowly as usual, and since Duncan had been in a hurry and still didn’t rush the growth job, that was probably just a limitation of the ring. Duncan went to put her legcuffs and handcuffs on, but was going to put her one his left wrist instead of his right. This would set the plan back a bit, but she had a way around this setback. Importantly, she made a show of willingly putting the legcuffs and handcuffs on herself.

As they headed to class, Angie started kissing Duncan along his left arm, or at least the places she could reach. Duncan noticed, but couldn’t really say anything about it with spectators around. He didn’t want to draw attention, which Angie knew would bite him in the ass later.

At Calc class, Duncan let Angie out of her chains to take notes for him to copy at a later date. Angie was glad for that, since it meant she both had a chance to get over to his right wrist, and showed Duncan that she had gotten the cuffs on her correctly the first time.

After calc class was done, she went over to Duncan’s right wrist and started kissing it just like she did with the left. Figuring that Angie was trying to butter him up for sex later, he let her chian herself to the right hand this time. It gave him a rush, knowing how much Angie was willing to submit to him now. He got up, and after giving his wrist a shake to make sure the cuffs were secure, he went to go hang out with his friends. If he had checked them thoroughly, he would have seen her handcuffs were secure, but her legcuffs were anything but. Instead of actually putting her legs in the cuffs, she put her legs into the sleeves of Emily’s dress, and tied the torso of the dress to the cuffs. That way, it still felt like it normally would, but Angie could slip her legs out of the sleeves and make a run for it at a moment’s notice.

When Duncan got together with his friends, he started to brag about his exploits with Mrs. Lambert. Angie would have been very upset if she had planned on sticking around, but this was the moment she had been waiting for. She slipped her legs out of the dress sleeves, latched onto the ring, and slid it off his hand. The second she hit the ground, she bolted away.

Duncan tried to pursue, but his friends asked why he was leaving so soon. He had to give an excuse, but this gave Angie a solid head start. Duncan needed to get his ring back from Angie, but it wasn’t going to be easy for him. Usually when he travelled through the halls, he deliberately chose crowded halls, because it made it harder to hear any noise his prisoners were making, and it made travel on the ground too difficult if they didn’t want to get stepped on by an unsuspecting bystander.

This dynamic shifts, however, when he has to pursue a shrunken woman. While travel along the ground is difficult, it’s certainly not impossible. But for Duncan, travelling through crowded throughways while trying to keep his eyes to the ground to watch his target was proving to be more than he could handle. He kept bumping into people and drawing attention to himself. People around him were pulling his attention every which way as they told him to watch where he was going and demanding apologies. Even though the size difference should have made it almost impossible to get away from Duncan, the crowd leveled the playing field.

A thought crossed Duncan’s mind that he might be able to use Faith as a hostage to get the ring back. If he threatened to kill Faith, maybe Angie would bring the ring back. There were two problems with this plan though. He hadn’t brought Faith with him, because he was planning on skipping Macroeconomics today. He also couldn’t go back to the dorms to fetch her, because Angie would get away. She had the ring to use as evidence against him, so as unbelievable as her story might be, she could easily prove it to be true. So as bad an option as trying to chase Angie was, it was Duncan’s only option.

Angie realized that trying to grow in this crowd would be slow and would eliminate the advantage she had getting away from Duncan, so instead, she shrunk herself a little more. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to get her handcuffs off. Angie needed a place where she was both in a crowd and could grow in private without Duncan at her back, and she knew exactly where that place was.

Angie made her way to the gym with Duncan in hot pursuit. Angie remembered that Faith told her annoying frats took up most of the machines on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Fridays. Today was no exception, as the gym was packed to the brim with sweaty frat boys. As Duncan tried to push his way through in pursuit of Angie, one particularly burly individual took offense to getting shoved, and shoved Duncan back. This erupted into a fight, during which Duncan lost track of where Angie was.

Duncan managed to escape the fight with one more black eye and two fewer teeth than he started. He went down the path he had seen Angie go and arrived at the changing rooms. Looking around, he noticed the handcuff and legcuff chain sitting in front of the women’s locker room. That would be a problem for him, but he set about trying to get into the women’s locker room without drawing suspicion. In his panic, he didn’t realize he had been baited and Angie was actually using the mens locker room to grow. Inside one of the closed-off changing rooms, she managed to grow back to six feet tall while Duncan was still trying to get into the wrong locker room. But Angie had no clothes to change into, and couldn’t really wander around naked. If she drew attention now, Duncan might escape, and he needed to be punished for his crimes.

Angie noticed a frat boy with an extra towel and beckoned him over. She told him she had accidentally gotten into the wrong locker room and needed to get back to the women’s locker room, but her clothes had gotten taken away. It wasn’t a very convincing lie, but the dude was thinking more with his lower brain and handed over the towel without questioning it. It felt really odd to Angie being fawned over like that. Her body used to repulse people, so getting this sort of positive attention now was a bit surreal. But she had bigger things to worry about.

As Angie left the boys locker room, he saw Duncan getting into the girls locker room. He was apparently convinced the coast was clear, so that was good enough for Angie. Grabbing a 10 pound weight from a rack, she snuck up on Duncan and clocked him in the back of the head with it, knocking him out cold. Before anybody else could come along, she dragged Duncan into a changing room and began to shrink him down. When he finally regained consciousness, he realized just how dire his situation was. He was inside his own jacket pocket, chained in his own cuffs, heading towards his own dorm. Angie had restrained him and changed into his clothes to get out of the gym. Now Angie had his keys to rescue his slaves.

Duncan had to accept the fact that he was well and truly beat.*

And with that, the day is saved! Please tune in next time to see what happens with all the familiar faces we came to know in the final installment of Angie’s Abduction! Thanks again to everybody who’s been with me on this wild ride for the past month. Looking forward to bringing you the conclusion next time.

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Chapter 4: Marked

“… and you are IT!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Four cigarettes down, only one to go.*

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

CHAPTER 14: The Beginning of the End

Angie had been in Duncan’s room before, but it didn’t really set in in last time just how filthy everything was. Trash and used condoms littered the floor. Stains of all varieties decorated the carpet. A rotting scent of decay and death choked the air out of the room.

Emily made herself at home, flopping down onto Duncan’s bed and making the box springs creak. She made no effort to hide her excitement to get some action with Duncan, especially at Angie’s expense. She already felt liquid trailing down the side of her leg as she prepared to be mounted.

“Go ahead, honey! My pussy is waiting to be filled with your cum. Fuck me as raw as you want!”

Duncan grinned. “That’s okay. That won’t be necessary.”

That response was something that neither Emily nor Angie had expected. They expected even less that Angie would be completely enveloped in Duncan’s fist. It was blisteringly warm inside this fleshy prison. Heat emanated from all sides, barring the cool touch of his silver ring. Suddenly, Angie felt herself expand inside Duncan’s grasp. She grew until she was a little more than seven inches tall. Emily got up, clearly upset.

“What do you mean ‘that won’t be necessary’? After I put myself out for you, you still don’t want to to have sex with me?”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. You’re not leaving this room until I’ve used that slutty pussy of yours so hard you won’t be able to walk straight! But I’m not going to be fucking you raw.”

“Why not?”

“Because I only asked Beth to have sex raw because I ran out of condoms. And as it just so happened, I managed to find one spare condom lying around!”

He held Angie next to his cock, showing that she was exactly as tall as his erect cock was long. Emily still didn’t quite understand where Duncan was going with this, but Angie was acutely aware. She struggled desperately as he grabbed each of her legs and roughly pulled them apart. Her body flailed as the tip of his cock came closer and closer to the gap between her legs. She could feel bones being pushed to the side as his dick forced its way into the gap until his mushroom came into contact with her pussy’s entrance.

Emily watched on, giggling at the faces Angie was making as her body was being torn open to accommodate the veiny monster making its way inside. Duncan adjusted his grip so that his palm wrapped around Angie’s waist as he pulled her down over his shaft. The metal barbs holding the round onyx stone inside Duncan’s ring cut into Angie’s side, burying into her like claws. Now even if she could have slipped his cock out of her pussy, she was trapped like a fish on a hook.

Finally, not an inch of Duncan’s cock was exposed as his cock dug all the way into Angie. Her body bulged up to her neck with Duncan’s dick. She prayed that she would finally faint from the pain, but instead, her body started to conform around his penis, as though it had always been inside her body. His hand left her body, leaving tears from where the metal had dug into her.

Emily burst into laughter about how ridiculous Angie looked skewered and bloated by Duncan’s cock. How had she ever felt jealous about such a pathetic little creature? She squatted down until she came at eye level to Duncan’s dick, and by extension Angie.

“Aw, what’s wrong sweetie? Why are you crying? Don’t you want to see what it’s like when a real woman has sex? Why, you should be honored! Without breasts like these …” she said as she caressed her thick, pillowy milk jugs, “… or an ass like this …” as she slapped her ass, sending a ripple down to her ass crack, “… then you would normally never get a guy like Dunkipie! Thankfully, I’m letting you get an up-close and personal look. Your welcome!”

Emily gave Angie’s body a sharp flick, which caused Duncan’s dick to twitch. Like a dog wagging its tail, it meant that Duncan was incredibly happy with how things were going.

Emily stood back up and bent over with her ample rear facing Duncan. Angie screamed as her body was rubbed against the puffy, wet lips of Emily’s pussy. Duncan grabbed a fistful of Emily’s thick ass in each hand. He was hardly the gentlest of lovers, but all that mattered to Emily was that he was hers and nobody could take him away from her.

After Angie was thoroughly coated in the slime dripping from the entrance to Emily’s meat cave, it was time for the main event. Emily moaned loudly as Duncan put his dick inside her. Angie’s head went in easily, but her shoulders didn’t quite go in on the first attempt. But Duncan plowed through, dislocating Angie’s arm. From there, he sheathed his cock inside her until his bush tickled her body. In and out was Angie thrust. Emily buried her face into the foot of Duncan’s bed. With each thrust, the bedsprings squeaked louder and louder.

Angie was surrounded on all sides by Emily’s slick, pulsating walls. Her insides were overwhelmed by the searing heat of Duncan’s cock filling every inch of her body. She truly and sincerely felt the despair and anguish of becoming nothing but a condom to these cruel titans. Little more than a disposable bag to hold this sadist’s cum, just to be tossed to the ground and forgotten like so many other condoms littering the ground. She lost track of time as seconds dragged on for hours in this hellhole.

Finally, the moment Angie had been dreading came. Between the sound of creaking bedframes and moaning giants, Duncan uttered the words “I’m cumming!” A torrent of semen filled Angie. Her body could barely handle just his penis; now her body was being inflated like a water balloon. But as her body began shutting down from everything going on, she felt herself being pulled away until finally she got some fresh air.

Emily couldn’t stop laughing at Angie’s beaten, swollen body. “What’s the matter, slut? Was he more than you could handle? I guess an ugly little toad like you should have stayed in her lane!” Duncan’s warm, sweaty hands peeled the broken woman off his dick and tossed her to the floor, where she lay in a pile of used rubber condoms, leaking Duncan’s fluids.

Angie rested on the ground feeling her consciousness fade. Bitterness filled her heart about the unfairness of it all. She had done everything asked of her, and she’d still die a broken shell on her tormentor’s floor. As she was about to close her eyes one final time, she saw Duncan reach down to grab her one last time, but instead of the warm sweaty grip she had felt when Duncan handled her before, nothing but an icy chill touched her body.

It looked like Duncan had changed his mind about picking her up, because he immediately went back to Emily to try some more positions. They did these one’s raw, because to quote Duncan, “It looks like my condom broke!” They laughed about it like her demise was some sort of joke. She lay there as the pain …

… was gone. Angie was startled. She was on the verge of dying, but now she just felt a slight ache. Her body had returned to normal, squeezing every ounce of cum out of her body. She didn’t even have any scars from where the ring’s hooks dug into her body. She opened her eyes slightly to check if this had all been some sick dream, but the sweat-soaked bodies of Duncan and a fully grown Emily confirmed the reality of the situation. Even if it didn’t, the squeaking of the bedsprings as Duncan and Emily did their deed was enough besides.

So what had happened. She had no injuries, but everything she remembered really happened. She could even see blood on Duncan’s ring from when it cut into her earlier. Then Angie had a revelation. This exact situation had happened on Wednesday. She had gotten hit by Duncan’s ring during, and he complained about getting blood on it, despite the fact she had no cuts on her body. She quickly double checked every inch of her body to be 100% certain she had no cuts. Her legs were fine. Her stomach was fine. Her chest …

…was suddenly heavier than it had been. She had grown a cup size for no apparent reason. She had been shamed about her chest size by Emily and felt bad about herself, and now her chest was magically bigger. Didn’t something similar also happen Wednesday with her weight? And it was about the same time the ring incident happened too! History was repeating itself and Angie couldn’t figure out why.

Her mind raced, grabbing every little bit of information she could remember from the past week. She fixated on the few moments before she got better. Duncan reached down for her, but didn’t pick her up, and the thing that touched her didn’t feel like Duncan’s hand. She looked at Duncan’s hand when it hit her. She had felt that cool metallic feel before. It was Duncan’s ring. The same one that was still bloody. And that realization was followed by another. Duncan’s ring was a circular silver band with an oval onyx gemstone. Paige’s final note! It wasn’t talking about Duncan’s keychain at all! It was talking about his ring.

So what did the words mean about the key if it didn’t literally refer to a key? The key to Duncan’s, they key to Duncan’s, the key to Duncan’s … powers? Yes, of course! That’s what must have happened! He must have used his ring to heal her injuries. She thought about what other times she had felt the ring touch her. That’s when she remembered something huge. When she had first gotten kidnapped, when Duncan was growing her on Monday, even just now when she was being adjusted to use as a condom, she had felt the ring on her body! It must also be the key to her shrinking and growing!

As the two horrifying lovebirds explored each other’s bodies, Angie contemplated her escape. Now that she knew about the ring, it was almost trivially easy to escape. She went through every possible scenario in her mind until she was certain that she could get herself free.

Emily and Duncan finished their night of debauchery and Emily took Angie back to their room. She could hear Angie breathing when she held her to her ear. Earlier, she might have gotten upset that her plan to get rid of her competition had failed. But now Angie stood as a trophy of Duncan’s love for her.

Emily, being full size, decided she deserved the bed, so Faith and Angie had to sleep in a pile of dirty clothes in the corner of the room. Well, at least Faith was sleeping on them. Angie was still awake as the gears turned in her head. Duncan and Emily might have made today the worst day of her life, but she was going to break free.

And it was all going down tomorrow.

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

@syliana Or just don’t leave needles around the house.

Chapter 3: Vored

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gluck

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

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

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

Three cigarettes down, two to go.*

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Chapter 13: Bitter Rivalry

Without Duncan and Emily’s presence to keep the fire of anger alive inside Angie, her fear and anguish began to set in again. Angie had no plan for how to go forward. She wanted to plot an escape route now that she was no longer under the nose of her captor, but he was thoroughly emotionally drained

Faith gave Angie a hug. She remembered everything she went through when Duncan kidnapped her. She remembered the grief and desperation to return to the people who loved her. She had needed a friend back then more than ever, but what people there were were either unsympathetic or lost their lives for Duncan’s amusement. She wanted to be there for Angie no matter what.

Angie held Faith tightly. “Thank you! I’m just … I’m just overwhelmed right now. I don’t sniff I don’t know what I’d do without you. When hic when we’re alone at the house … when hic Duncan takes us both on school days…”

Faith held Angie close, but those last words brought something to mind that hadn’t even occurred to her to be concerned about. So many things had happened over the last few days, and the situation hadn’t come up until now. Angie could tell that Faith wasn’t telling her something.

“Faith, what’s hic wrong?”

“Well, the class I help Duncan with is pretty easy. And the instructor doesn’t really do much instructing. So usually Duncan just skips that class when there isn’t a test he needs to take or collect. I’m sorry, but I’m not going to be joining you out for a while.”

Angie felt her heart sink into her stomach. For three days a week, she was going to be alone with Duncan, doing god knows what. Duncan could do anything to her and nobody would ever know. This was going to be her life from this point forward. She dropped to her knees and just started sobbing.

Faith brought Angie over to the ottoman and snuggled up with her. Angie knew that this wouldn’t last, and that tomorrow, she was going to have to navigate life as Duncan’s bracelet and toy alone. But for right now, with Faith by her side, everything felt all right. She was able to calm down and think more clearly. But by that time, their time alone together had already subsided and the jangling of the padlock outside indicated that their captor had returned.

He and Emily both seemed to be in a good mood today, talking about what a great job Duncan had done in the lab today. Angie knew that Duncan had probably just let Emily do all the work, but Duncan kept on going on about it like it was his accomplishment. She felt her blood boil as the anger that had dissipated earlier was back in full force.

Emily was dropped to the ground while Duncan went to prepare something for dinner. As Emily went to check on Duncan, she saw Angie glaring at her. She knew that Angie didn’t like her, but the feeling was mutual. The little skank was getting between her and Duncan, and that wasn’t something she could just let slide.

Never in Emily’s entire life had she felt less certain that Duncan cared about her than today. She had always been Duncan’s favorite tiny woman, ever since he shrunk her down in her freshman year of high school. She was constantly bullied by the popular girls, who would mock her fairly unimpressive appearance on good days, and physically beat her on bad days. She was smart, but the people around her resented her. The school never believed her about any of this, and her parents were always away at work. She had worried that there was nothing better for her until she met Duncan.

Emily had never met somebody like Duncan before. He appreciated her intelligence, gave her the affection she’d always felt was missing, and even stood up against the bullies that had been tormenting her. So when Duncan offered her a chance to escape her life, she took it. Duncan shrunk her and took her home. From there, their relationship blossomed. Duncan gave her everything she could ever want. All she needed to do was simply give him a bit of help in class, and she would get everything she wanted in life.

Other women entered and left Duncan’s life over the years, especially after he moved on to one of the best colleges in the country thanks to her excellent work. But Emily had known none of them ever meant as much to Duncan as she did. She was the only one to always do what she was told even when it was unpleasant. She was the only one to be with him from the first time he ever acquired his powers. She was the only one that had lasted more than a few months. She knew that they would be together forever.

That is, until yesterday. Not only had Duncan started looking Angie’s way, but apparently he had also started a long-term relationship with that gross perverted film teacher. Emily had never been more afraid of losing everything. While they were out, Duncan was bragging to one of his friends about how great his night with Mrs. Lambert had been. Emily really didn’t want to hear this discussion, but by the time it ended, she was glad she did. A certain piece of information came out that Emily was certain would fix both of her problems at one.

So Angie could give Emily as many dirty looks as she pleased. Emily didn’t care even a bit if she glared at her, or hurled insults at her, or even hit her. Angie may as well get all of her anger and vitriol out now. After all, …

… Today was going to be Angie’s final day.

Dinner concluded without much issue. The shrunken women had all gotten their fill. Duncan hadn’t shown particular roughness with any of the girls, and one would think that the day would proceed smoothly from there. But Emily had other ideas.

“Dunkie, can I ask you a favor?”

“What do you want, bitch? Why the hell are you bothering me?”

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help it.” she said as she allowed the sleeves of her dress to slide down to her chest, giving an ample view of her cleavage.

“After all, being around somebody as handsome and smart and powerful as you all day? Of course that would make me feel this way.” The dress now rested entirely on her hips. Her breasts swung free as she started to bend over.

“I can’t hold back any longer. I need you!” She sat down as she kicked the dress away beneath the kitchen table. She spread her legs for everybody to see between. Her labia was puffy, red, and practically engorged. Syrupy liquid oozed from her folds. Duncan looked down at her with a hungry smirk on his face, like a lion looking down from a rock at an injured gazelle.

Duncan picked her up in his right hand as Emily began to grow. Soon, she went from standing comfortably in one hand to Duncan needing both hands to hold her. Then she grew to three feet tall, four feet tall, five feet tall … By the time she was done growing, she was actually about a head taller than Duncan.

Emily put her right arm around Duncan possessively, stroking his chest with her left finger. “I know you must be feeling so pent up after that cunt of a teacher wouldn’t let you into her pussy. If it had been me, I wouldn’t have left a man like you without giving him what he wants. So why don’t I fix her mistake? I can’t let my man get emasculated like that after all!”

Emily sat down on the kitchen table, causing it to creak beneath the naked bombshell. “I know we don’t have that braindead bimbo Paige anymore, but we still have plenty of disposable little homework slaves to play with.”

She reached behind her and grabbed one of the tiny women. “They exist for you! Any one of them …” she said as she realized she grabbed Faith instead of Angie. She quickly swapped the two out behind her back hoping Duncan wouldn’t notice. “ … would be good enough for a little fun. Please! You know you want to.” she said stroking the bulge in Duncan’s pants.

Duncan brought Emily and Angie into his room, and closed the door.*

We’ve got a longer chapter this time. Mostly its the set up for next chapter, but we have some interesting stuff here. If you were interested in learning more about Emily as a character, this is definitely the chapter for you.