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

Chapter 2: Hotboxed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Grant blew one last puff of smoke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two cigarettes down, three to go. *

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Chapter 12: Stepping Stone

That night, Angie couldn’t sleep well. What she had seen that afternoon had been etched into her mind. She had terrible nightmares about what would have happened to her if she had failed on Monday. If she had been the one in Paige’s place. She tossed and turned all night. Thankfully, the bed was quite large, so she didn’t disturb Faith’s slumber. However, when Faith did wake up, she saw Angie having a fit in her sleep and tried to get her up.

“Angie, it’s okay! What’s wrong? Are you having a bad dream?”

Faith didn’t know the details on what happened to Paige yesterday, but she had enough information to piece together the jist of it. She felt bad for Paige, but if she was being completely honest with herself, she knew that Duncan had done worse before. She knew she had to be strong for Angie, however, so as Angie woke up with tears in her eyes, Faith did her best to comfort her. She didn’t know if she was doing a good job, since she really didn’t believe anything was going to get better. She knew better. But there was still an innocence to Angie. Faith didn’t know why, but she didn’t want Angie to give up.

Angie for her part was distraught. She still felt like she should have done something more for Paige. She was scared and did nothing. It didn’t matter that there was really nothing she could do. Her nose leaked and her eyes ran like faucets as Faith had to drag her to the ladder to start the Thursday morning routine. Faith ended up having to maneuver down the ladder with one hand on the ladder and the other around Angie.

As it turned out, though, that hadn’t actually been necessary. As Angie and Faith left the room with Emily shortly behind them, they discovered that Duncan had opted to sleep in. The living room was empty, and the door to Duncan’s room had a pair of panties hanging from them. Angie recognized them as the ones Mrs. Lambert wore last night. She must have forgotten to take them as she left, and Duncan had hung it as a trophy for Angie to see specifically.

Angie thought she was going to cry again, but no tears fell. She thought she would be sad, but all she felt was a slowly simmering anger. How dare Duncan? He kidnapped her and god knows how many other people. He forced them to do his work for him, because he was lazy, he tortured women for his amusement, he killed people for his sexual gratification. And he was genuinely proud of himself for that. Angie knew she was going to make Duncan pay for what he did. That she was going to stop him so that he never hurt anybody ever again!

Faith could tell that the mood had shifted, but that’s when Duncan finally made his appearance. He wasn’t dressed at all today, letting his assets swing free for everybody to see. Emily’s mouth watered at seeing her well-endowed stallion of a man.

“Good morning, bitches! Sorry I’m a bit late; pounding sluts in the ass for hours really takes a lot of wind out of your sails. Since Angie did such a good job yesterday, I decided to give her a treat. You see, I noticed my cute little vouyer scoping out my goods while I was having my private tutoring session. So no underwear for my daily foot rub today. But really Angie! If you wanted a peek, all you needed to do was ask.”

Neither Angie nor Emily took this well, though obviously for different reasons. But Duncan didn’t care as he plomped on the sofa and kicked his left foot up on the ottoman. He was about to grow Angie for the same setup as Tuesday, but Emily stepped up and insisted on tending to the left foot. Shrugging, Duncan grabbed Emily with his right hand as she grew in his grip up to eighteen inches tall.

For about an hour, Angie kneeled in the shadow of Duncan’s foot stewing in her own indignation as she licked the gigantic soles. Emily was really going the extra mile for Duncan, even more so than usual. She sucked each toe individually, then licked the sole and top of his foot. She even tried to massage his feet with her breasts. Faith was trying not to get in the way as was normal for her.

Duncan eventually went to get dressed before he made lunch. While Duncan was away, Angie noticed that his doorkeys were sitting on the table unattended. Remembering Paige’s last message to her, she figured she at least owed it to Paige to figure out what she was trying to get across.

But it wasn’t meant to be. Angie started hustling over to check on the keys, when she felt something whack her straight in the gut. She was sent rolling by the strike, feeling like she had been hit by oncoming traffic. She looked to see what she had been hit by, and was shocked to see Emily’s foot coming towards her. Emily towered above her, and apparently hadn’t noticed her underfoot. She tried to crawl away, but Emily’s sole rose over Angie and landed square on her legs. The pressure increased and Angie was legitimately scared that her legs would be reduced to mush. That’s when she heard something.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t see you there. You really should watch where you’re going. I know that just because a butt-ugly whore like you got to see Duncan’s cock on your first week, you think you own the damn place. That Duncan is just going to shove us all aside for you. But at your size, you can’t just run around doing what you want. Otherwise, somebody a lot bigger than you is going to crrrrush you underfoot!”

Emily punctuated that point by grinding Angie’s left ankle under the ball of her foot. Emily then continued walking as if nothing had happened. Angie tried to make her way to the table to check on Duncan’s keys, but her ankle was completely shot now. She limped to the table with no obvious way up. It didn’t matter anyway, since Duncan came back dressed just a few seconds after she reached the table.

Angie had at one point felt a bit of pity for Emily. She was stuck in such a horrible situation for the sake of a one-sided romance. But by now, Angie was just tired of her crap. And lunch only made things worse.

Duncan started bragging about his exploits with Mrs. Lambert. After all, since Angie already got to see it firsthand, it would be unfair if the others didn’t get to at least hear how I fucked that tramp.

“… and I had that whore practically begging for it. You saw it too, didn’t you Angie? That bitch had slept with a different student each week, but now that I’m in the picture, she’s already asked for another date. If a sexy slut like that could be towed in by me, imagine what it would have been like for a little virgin like Angie! How about it, Angie? Oh, but you couldn’t have Paige as an extra, because … well you know!”

Duncan started laughing, but he was the only one. After that, Emily started acting even more hostile to Angie, and Angie started acting even more hostile to Duncan. Angie wanted to leave, not wanting to be subject to any more of Duncan’s degrading comments. She couldn’t though, because her busted ankle kept her from going up or down the ladder attached to the table. She finally got some reprieve, when Emily “accidentally” knocked her off the table. If she hadn’t landed in Duncan’s lap, then rolled down his boots, she would have taken a nasty splat onto the floor.

After lunch, Emily was finally shrunken down. She once again donned her black dress and hid inside Duncan’s sleeve. The pair left, and Duncan locked up behind them, leaving Angie alone with Faith once more.*

Things have certainly gotten heated this episode between Angie and Emily. And it only gets hotter next time, so tune in to find out what happens next.

Tell me what you think! Definitely interested in hearing your opinions on this one.

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

Chapter 1: Burnt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Click, Click

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

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

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

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

One cigarette down, four to go.*

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

Not a bad start. I’m interested in seeing where this story goes!

@technomage Thanks, mate! I do try to add a lot of detail, because it helps me to visualize the setting and come up with ideas I probably wouldn’t have otherwise. There’s going to be a lot of fun in the next 4-7 chapters that I think you’ll enjoy! (I want to say that the story is going to finish in the next four chapters, but chapters 10 and 11 are now the third instance of a chapter that I had to split. )

Chapter 11: The Backup Plan

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

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

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

Duncan looked over to where Angie was hiding and smirked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter 10: Watch Your Tongue

Mrs. Lambert quickly hustled inside and shut the door behind her. She looked worried. Her face became a bit flushed at the sight of Duncan’s barely clothed body, but she didn’t turn her eyes away.

“Shhh! Not so loud. What would everybody think if somebody saw me entering the men’s dorm at this time of the day?”

“They’d probably think that you’re a dirty pervert that’s been sleeping with her students, Beth. And that makes sense because you are!”

“Come on, Duncan. Seriously. I couldn’t look my husband in the face if he knew -”

Duncan slowly pulled his underwear down just far enough to free his throbbing erection. Mrs. Lambert’s eyes widened and mouth stood barely agape. The fear and trepidation in her eyes replaced with excitement and lust. She could feel a shiver going down her spine as Duncan put a hand on her shoulder.

“If he knew that you were here with me? If he knew that I’m about to satisfy you like he never could? If he knew that you were going to ride this bad boy, all… night… long?”

Paige was going through a living nightmare. Just a few minutes ago, Duncan had shrunk her down and inserted her body into his urethra. Now her prison was shaking to the sound of his heartbeat, the smell of sex was becoming unbearable, and the water level was starting to rise. No, not water, but Paige tried not to think about what exactly she was swimming in. She knew she had to get out, and getting caught up in how hopeless her situation was wasn’t going to help.

Duncan’s hands shifted to the top button of Beth’s blouse. She didn’t resist as her first button was undone. Duncan’s hands brushed against her sensitive breasts as he greedily grabbed the next button. Beth tried to hold back a moan as the next button was undone, and the next. His hands were by her stomach. She giggled despite herself as the next three buttons were undone, eliciting a smirk from Duncan. He undid the final button. As the last button was undone, his finger hooked into the waistband of her skirt. Beth couldn’t hold herself back from a moan as Duncan’s hands probed near her special place. A place that she had promised to her husband and her husband alone. A place she had let student after student defile.

A place she hoped would be defiled once more tonight.

Angie was in the next room over as Duncan undressed his teacher. The inch-tall woman peeked through the doggy door, watching as Mrs. Lambert’s skirt landed with a plop on the floor. She knew Paige was in trouble, but what could she even do? If she made her presence known, Duncan would only punish her. Even if Angie could tell Mrs. Lambert about all the people Duncan had shrunk, it was likely Duncan would just add her to his collection. She wanted to turn away. She didn’t want to see what almost undoubtedly would happen to Paige, but she couldn’t pry her eyes away.

Beth now stood almost naked, with only a skimpy white bra and a set of frilly white panties. Duncan looked at her choice in undergarment with amusement.

“Looks like my serious, no-nonsense teacher was wearing something special under her clothing. To think that all day while you were teaching, you had all of that hidden away. But I do have a question for you, Beth. And I’m sure you’re just waiting to answer it. After all, when a student has a question, isn’t it the teacher’s job to let them know the answer. So tell me, teach, have you shown your husband that sexy little number?”

Duncan leaned in close to his teacher, until his mouth was so close to her ear that Beth could almost feel his lips against her earlobes. Then, he said in a whisper that was almost too soft to be heard.

“Or did you get them just for me?”

Beth didn’t say a word. She couldn’t say a word. But the bright patches of red on her cheeks and the dark patches of grey on her panties were the only answer Duncan needed. Duncan put his hands on her cheeks and guided her head to his rock-hard cock. Just like Duncan needed no words from Beth to get his answer, Beth needed no words from Duncan to know what came next. Getting on her hands and knees, her tongue crept out of her mouth.

Paige could hear the conversation going on overhead, and was now even more desperate to escape. She screamed for help at the top of her lungs, but her tiny voice had no chance of reaching the horny giants. Paige felt her prison shake as Beth’s tongue made contact with Duncan’s dick. His cock would be pressed into his pubes by her tongue only for it to stand back at an angle as her tongue moved away. This repeated until the small sliver of light coming from Duncan’s slit was suddenly blocked out. Paige knew this could only mean one thing. She tried to push against the inside of his cock to try to brace herself, but it was too slippery and she only ended up splashing in her cum ocean.

Angie grew more concerned for her friend as she saw Mrs. Lambert’s lips clasped around the tip of Duncan’s cock. It only amplified as her mouth descended his shaft, taking more and more inside. She could only hope Mrs. Lambert wasn’t the type to swallow.

Duncan enjoyed having Beth between his legs, bobbing her head as her tongue licked every bit of flavor from his dick. But now that he was lubed up, it was time to get on to the main attraction. Duncan lifted Beth’s head from his cock. He brought her over to the sofa and pinned her down.

“Are you ready?”

“Don’t forget to put on your condom. I need to have my big piece of meat wrapped.”

“I ran out. Don’t worry, I’ll pull out if I remember to.”

“What, no! I’m not on my birth control today! You can’t fuck me like that! What if I got pregnant? My husband would never forgive me!”

Normally, Duncan wasn’t the type to take no for an answer. There had been more than one occasion that a woman had refused to go farther with her, only to get fucked anyway. After all, when a person has the power to shrink women, it becomes far easier to dispose of evidence. But Duncan noticed movement on the other side of the room. He looked over to the entrance to the room he kept his tinies in. The doggy door was being held open, and a tiny was hiding behind it, ducking back out of view once she realized she had been noticed.

Emily? No, she hated seeing him with other women. Faith? Unlikely, she’s never expressed an interest in his playtime before. That can only mean … Angie. Duncan smirked. It seems like his little bug wanted a demonstration of what he could do. That wouldn’t be too much of a problem. He was sure he could come up with an arrangement for her, Beth, and himself.

If it’s a show Angie wants, it’s a show she’s going to get.*

Completely forgot to post this here. Here’s the latest chapter.

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

Chapter 9: The Calm Before the Storm

It was Wednesday morning, and Faith and Angie were already up and awake by the time Duncan came to grab them. Angie willingly allowed herself to be shrunk in Duncan’s hand. She wanted to be on her best behavior so Duncan wouldn’t be on high alert. That would make it easier to catch him slipping up.

Today’s setup was substantially easier than Monday’s setup. Since both Angie’s and Faith’s class were going to be dedicated to going over a Monday test, there was no reason to attach Angie or Faith somewhere they could take notes or write for Duncan. After all, if they did well, there was nothing to be gained from the review, and if they didn’t, they wouldn’t be living long enough to need the notes. Instead, they were kept in the chest pocket of Duncan’s leather jacket.

Angie considered if it was reasonable to try to escape his pocket, since it wasn’t like she was tied down or anything, but looking at the drop from his coat to the door made her rethink that strategy. She would almost certainly break a leg and be unable to escape Duncan’s feet. One weird thing she noticed looking down was that Duncan was wearing a worn-down pair of sneakers instead of his usual boots, but she figured that wasn’t relevant.

As she watched Duncan walk down the hall, Duncan stopped and went back to the door for seemingly no reason. He dug around in another of his pockets and pulled out a keychain and a padlock. Angie figured he must have gotten a bit paranoid after seeing Paige freed from the restraints he left her in. As he used a key to unlock his padlock, Paige noticed that the keychain had a charm on it. It had the words “Suck it!” on it, which wasn’t that surprising given what she knew about Duncan. What was surprising about it was its oval shape. It was an oval charm on a circular keyring. Angie wondered if this was what Paige’s note earlier was about. If so, why?

At any rate, she didn’t have time to worry about that. Duncan was running late. Duncan preferred to stay in crowded loud areas when he was carrying tiny women around. 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. But another consequence was that it was hard to move quickly, so Duncan was almost late to his Calculus II class.

Duncan got seated just in time for his test to be handed back. Angie peeked over the mouth of his pocket in anticipation. She was sure she knew the material, but she didn’t know if Duncan had written everything down in time. After all, she had been stuck down by his crotch for much of the test. But now her life depended on this one sheet of paper. Duncan turned over the sheet as Angie held her breath.

100%

Angie slumped back into the pocket with a relieved sigh. She could hear Professor Holland discussing the test, but it all faded into the background as she relished in the knowledge that she had been spared from a grisly fate.

Duncan met up with his friends as usual, but instead of hanging out and talking, they went over to the gym. Faith explained to Angie that one of the local fraternities was usually taking up most of the machines on Monday, Tuesday, and Friday, so Duncan’s friends make an effort to avoid them by going on Wednesday morning and Thursday afternoon. Duncan walked past treadmills, weight machines, and elliptical machines on his way to the changing rooms. Duncan dropped off his jeans and jacket in a locker and changed into some sports shorts.

Now no longer under Duncan’s watchful eye, Angie decided to try her luck figuring out what was special about the charm on Duncan’s keychain. Faith asked what Angie was up to, but after Angie explained the situation, Faith gave a helping hand as well. However, it was a moot point, since neither of them found anything out of the ordinary about it. They ended up returning to the chest pocket defeated.

Given everything else she had endured since arriving, being trapped in a fairly roomy locker was probably a breath of fresh air for Angie. But the one upsetting part about the entire situation was the mirror hanging from the door. Angie didn’t like looking at herself in the mirror under the best of circumstances, but seeing herself at such a puny height cowering in his captor’s breast pocket made her feel even more pathetic. After a while, Duncan collected them back up and went to his next class.

Mrs Lambert’s class was next. Angie tuned out her horrible droning voice. She was starting to remember why she dropped this class in the first place. Duncan seemed to be goofing off on his phone below the desk. She was honestly still not sure why Duncan was taking this class. This was neither an easy A nor particularly interesting. As they left, they were asked to leave their homework on her desk. Angie had never seen Duncan do the assignment, and he didn’t seem to have anybody else doing the assignment, yet he still managed to turn something in. But that wasn’t of any real concern to Angie.

Macroeconomics wasn’t any more eventful. The teacher had put a “P” for pass on his scantron. He put the answer key on the board for everybody to copy down. Angie wondered how the teacher still had a job, but at least it seemed to make Faith’s job easier.

Like Monday, Duncan grabbed himself something to eat on the way home. This time he grabbed a burger and some fries. Back in his usual spot, he prepared to eat, when he accidentally knocked over the container of fries, sending one fry tumbling onto the floor. Angie went over to grab it, when Duncan brushed her away with the back of his hand. His ring hit Angie square in the jaw. It didn’t seem to leave any injuries, but it did sting. Duncan grabbed the fry from the ground.

“Five second rule!”

Then Duncan ate the fry right in front of both of them. Duncan chewed it up with his mouth open, so Angie and Faith could see that they weren’t going to get even a tiny bit. As he licked the salt off his fingers, he looked down at his ring.

“Ugh, look what you did Angie! You got blood all over my ring!”

Angie was pretty sure she hadn’t, since she didn’t even seem to have a scratch on her, despite how hard she had been hit. It didn’t stop Duncan from wiping the gemstone of the ring off on the side of his pants leg. Faith and Angie waited for something else to eat, but it never came. Apparently, Duncan was so angered by this apparent slight that he let not even a grain of salt drop down for the two to eat.

On the way home, the pair was accompanied by the sounds of their stomachs rumbling. Angie felt awful. She rubbed her stomach, feeling like she was nothing but skin and bones. Then Angie realized why she felt like that. Something felt off about her tummy, and when she looked down, she realized she was almost as skinny as Faith. All the weight she had carried around for decades had suddenly vanished!

To Angie, it was a bittersweet sensation. For her entire life, her weight problems had been a constant source of stress for her. She remembered nights of crying after being bullied at school where she had prayed to just be free from that. That she would do anything to be as thin as the other girls. If only she had known the abuse she would go through, perhaps she would have been more careful with her words.

But then Angie thought about it more and realized that none of this made any sense. Duncan’s gym locker had a mirror in it, and she didn’t look any different then. And that was less than two hours ago. Further, she had dieted countless times over the years, and it hadn’t done anything for her. She didn’t think missing one meal would really have had this sort of effect. There should really be no reason for her to be thin now.

But she was.

Duncan stopped and started fiddling with the padlock. Angie poked her head over and looked at the keychain again. She had been fiddling around with the keychain while she was in the locket. Could that have something to do with the strange situation she found herself in. But why? And why did Paige go out of her way to tell her about it?

Duncan came inside, only for Emily to latch onto his leg as usual. Duncan plopped Angie and Faith on the ottoman, and went back to his room. They all briefly wondered if this would be a repeat of Monday, where Duncan would just leave them to their own devices, but Duncan actually returned with an absolutely microbial Paige. Angie had never seen anybody as small as Paige before. She imagined she must look as large to Paige as Duncan did to her.

“Gather around, bugs! I have good news and better news. The good news is that I got a perfect score on both my tests. It looks like I did a great job picking pathetic little nerds to do my tasks for me! For the better news, now that Angie is going to be my permanent math bitch from now on, I’ve been doing some thinking and figured out exactly what to do with this dumbass!”

Duncan licked his finger and placed it on Paige’s body. As he pulled his finger away, Paige’s body was plastered to it, unable to move. Duncan started taking off article after article of clothing and slowly stripped down to his underwear. That’s when Duncan slid the waistband down to expose his erect member. Paige was brought towards his slit. She screamed as she was forced down into his dick. Duncan gave a soft gasp as he felt Paige squirming inside of him.

Paige tried her best to claw her way out of Duncan’s dick, but the walls began to get slick as she felt herself slip waist deep into a pool of liquid. She had to get out. If she could just get out of his cock, she still had a chance of living. As appalled as she was with herself for thinking like this, she really hoped Duncan would start masturbating and spurt her body against a wall. It would be disgusting, but at least she would be out of his cock.

She had no such luck. To everybody’s surprise, Duncan simply let the waistband of his underwear snap back into place. He pulled his laptop out of his bag and sat it on the ottoman. He shoo-ed away the rest of the tiny girls as he started opening up some tabs.

“What are you waiting for? Get lost! Can’t you see I’m waiting for tonight’s entertainment?”

Angie didn’t really want to know what he meant by “tonight’s entertainment”, so she figured it was time to make an exit. Emily, on the other hand, had something to say.

“But Dunkie! Today was a good day for you, and I did everything you wanted while I was stuck in your dorm. It was so lonely without you, but I got all the cleaning done like a good girl. Maybe, if you want, you could give me a little reward for my good behavior.”

Duncan sighed and grabbed Emily by the face. She shrank back down to about the same size Faith and Angie were. Duncan let go and went back to browsing the internet, but Emily started poking his ankle.

“What now, bitch?”

“Well, I was just thinking. Is it really fair for only that stupid slut Paige to get to have fun in your -”

Duncan kicked Emily in the jaw, and Emily finally realized she had overstepped. She made a hasty retreat back to her room. Angie wanted to ask if she could be made a little taller to make getting into bed easier, but she could tell that probably wouldn’t go over well. She and Faith both made their way back to their room. While Faith used the ladder to get back onto the bed, Angie had other things on her mind. She still couldn’t figure out how she lost so much weight. She felt her new body all over. She didn’t seem to have any scars on her body to imply that it had all been taken out at once, and it didn’t seem to have anything to do with her current size.

That’s when they heard a knock on the door. Angie, Faith, and Emily were visibly shocked to hear somebody coming to Duncan’s dorm in the middle of the afternoon, but only Angie was curious enough to peek through the doggy door to check. Duncan, still in his underwear, went to go answer it. Angie wondered if it was a police officer coming to investigate all the missing people. Maybe it was somebody in her family looking for her. Maybe somebody had seen them while they were out and was coming to confront Duncan. Angie started to feel hopeful.

Maybe one of Duncan’s friends knew about the tinies and was going to help him torture them. Maybe it was another unsuspecting victim about to meet her own demise. What if Duncan was going to sell them to somebody. A wave of dread washed over Angie. Angie’s mind raced. She expected the best. She expected the worst. She expected almost everything under the sun to be waiting behind that door.

What Angie hadn’t expected was Mrs Lambert.*

What could bring Mrs Lambert all the way out here at this time of the day? I guess you’ll just have to find out next chapter!

Getting more into the sexual stuff this chapter. Also, I have a discord now. I’m going to update my bio with that info on it, so keep an eye out for it. It’s a bit bare-bones, but I’m working on it.

Chapter 8: Saved for a Rainy Day

Faith woke up a little earlier than Angie that Tuesday morning. Looking up at Angie, it was strange to be around somebody so much larger than herself without having to feel scared. It had been a long time since Faith had actually had anybody in this god-forsaken dwelling that she actually felt a sense of comradery with. Paige was usually off getting bullied somewhere and Emily was almost as bad as Duncan was. She gently poked her new friend.

“Wake up, Angie. It’s Tuesday, and Duncan will get mad if we don’t start the morning routine.”

Angie woke from her sleep feeling refreshed. Miraculously enough, it seems that the injuries she had endured the day before had mostly healed. From the looks of things, it seemed Emily had already gotten up and dressed. She was wearing a crop-top and miniskirt that were just barely too small. It was clear she wasn’t used to being this big first thing in the morning, and she was in an even worse mood than usual. She looked down at her one-inch friend Faith.

“Good morning, Faith! Do you … would you like help getting down?”

Angie picked up her friend and started getting herself down from the bed. At only a little less than a foot tall, it was hardly easy for Angie, but she managed to get herself and her pal back down to the floor. By that point, Emily had already left, so the others decided to follow.

Duncan was lying on the sofa barefoot texting his friends when they finally entered the living room. The television was switched on to the weather, showing it would be raining heavily today with a light chance of flooding towards the evening. Emily had already shrunken down even smaller than Faith and seemed to be much happier as a result. When Angie got close, Duncan finally acknowledged their presence.

“About fucking time you little shits got off your lazy asses! My feet aren’t going to clean themselves!”

Duncan sat up and put his left foot on the ottoman, while his right foot was sitting on the ground with his sole exposed. Angie didn’t see anything to clean his foot with, until she saw Faith and Emily lapping at this right foot with their tongues. Angie was horrified and disgusted, but swallowed her pride. After all, in a few more hours, she planned on making a break for it. She didn’t want to give Duncan any reason to take precautions.

Mercifully for Faith, Emily was doing more than her share of the work. Faith was only licking enough to not draw attention. For Angie, it was different altogether. Because Angie was so much bigger than the others, she had to take care of Duncan’s left foot by herself and had Duncan’s undivided attention. Emily was glaring daggers at her. Angie could almost see the green in her eyes as she glared at Angie for daring to catch her sadistic lover’s interest. Angie tried to avoid eye contact with Duncan, but could tell he was looking down at her as she buried her face in his foot flesh. Now she knew how Paige had felt living in his shoe. That’s when Angie realized she hadn’t seen Paige at all today.

“Um, Duncan… where did … what happened with … is Paige-”

Upon hearing Paige’s name, Duncan cut her off. “You don’t need to worry about that bitch today. She won’t be joining you this afternoon. Now quit stammering like an idiot and get to licking, bitch!”

Given how horrible Paige’s situation before had been, Angie could only imagine what terrible things Duncan was doing to her now. She felt bad that Paige wouldn’t be with her and Faith when they escaped, but she was sure that once she got away from Duncan, she could get Paige some help. Faith also looked a bit worried, but tried to block it out of her mind.

The rest of the afternoon went uneventfully. Duncan’s humiliating campaigns continued until lunch, when the three women ate what Duncan gave them exactly how he gave it to them. It didn’t matter whether he stepped on it, spat on it, or chewed it up and spit it out. Angie had already learned the hard way not to push Duncan’s buttons.

After lunch, Duncan prepared to bring Emily with him to his Bio classes. Emily got dressed in a long, black dress that went from her neck all the way to her ankles. It wasn’t a terribly flattering ensemble, but it served the purpose it needed to. Duncan had placed a line of black velcro on the inside of his sleeve towards the elbow. That way, her dress made of towel fabric could adhere to it on the way to class. The color also let her blend in with the cuff of Duncan’s leather jacket, so she could watch the class and even write notes on Duncan’s paper without attracting any unwanted attention.

The rain was still pouring outside as Duncan headed out with Emily. Duncan stepped out into the dorm’s hallway and shut the door behind him. Angie could hear him fiddling with the door, but after a few seconds, he started heading down the hallway towards the stairs.

When Paige heard the sound of Duncan leaving, she got to work trying to get the thumb tacks sticking into her appendages off. She remembered that she was stuck to a corkboard on top of Duncan’s desk, and decided on a plan that, while certainly risky, would free her so she could communicate the information she’d gathered last night to the others.

Slowly, she used her body and scooted the entire corkboard underneath her closer to the edge of the desk. She could feel the corner start to dangle over the substantial drop to the floor. Holding her breath from fear, she shifted her weight until the corkboard started to tumble from the desk. Paige pushed against the tacks with all her might, and when the corkboard landed on one of it’s corners with a thud, she managed to get her left hand free.

Paige slowly pressed the tip of the thumbtack in her left hand against another thumbtack, slowly wiggling it loose from her hand. She started to bleed rapidly, but her adrenaline kept her moving. She started to pull her right hand free. Her mouth coverings hadn’t muffled her screams as she pulled herself loose. And it was fortunate that they did, because otherwise Paige wouldn’t have been able to hear somebody fiddling with the door handle. Had she been wrong, and Duncan hadn’t actually left at all? Paige’s heart rate rapidly increased as the door swung open.

Angie waited with her ear by the door until she could hear the sound of Duncan’s footsteps disappear down the hall. When she was satisfied the coast was clear, she started pushing the ottoman over to the door. She got on top and started fiddling with the doorknob.

“What are you doing?” Faith asked, as though she didn’t know the answer already.

“I’m going to get us out of here! I … I know you think that it’s hopeless, but I have to … well, at least try! As bad as it is out there … I mean … look how it is here! If you just -”

Angie’s train of thought was cut off as the door only barely went ajar before getting stuck. Checking what was up, it seemed Duncan had put a padlock on the outside of the door before he left, leaving them trapped where they were.

As Angie contemplated what to do, she and Faith heard a loud thud coming from Duncan’s room. Startled, Angie went over and listened, seeing if she could hear anything. At first, she didn’t, but then she heard what sounded like a muffled scream coming from inside. It must be Paige! Angie had thought Duncan had taken her with him, but she was actually still in his room the whole time. The screaming worried her, so she scooted the ottoman over to Duncan’s room and opened the door. This time it swung open just fine and Angie was shocked to see Paige Dangling upside down by one leg from a corkboard.

Angie ran over to the bleeding Paige. It looks like she had heavily injured her hands, and she had been pinned by her thighs to the corkboard leaning on the leg of Duncan’s desk. She pulled the thumbtacks out of her legs, causing Paige to let out more muffled screams as she started completely bleeding out.

Paige tries to pry the duct tape off her face, but it was wrapped tight around her mouth. She tried to get Angie to help her, but she didn’t understand what Paige was trying to do. Noticing a pencil had fallen off the table when the corkboard went over, she went and cracked the tip off. Ripping the corner off a piece of old homework Duncan hadn’t gotten around to throwing away, Paige started writing out her plan to get away from Duncan once and for all.

The only problem was that she was losing blood fast and could feel herself slowly slipping into unconsciousness from the pain and blood loss. Thinking quickly, she just drew a picture of the key to her escape plan before finally passing out.

Angie quickly used what she could around the room to try to bandage up her wounds when a flood warning alert started blaring on the television. Faith realized that with a flood in effect, Duncan’s class would be cancelled and he would be coming back home any second. Angie had opened every door in the dorm, and Duncan would be furious once he realized Angie had tried to escape.

“Angie, hurry up! Duncan’s on his way right now!”

Angie started to freak out. She didn’t want to leave Paige behind, but she didn’t really see any other option. She pushed the door until it was almost closed, then squeezed outside bringing the scrap of paper with her. Getting on the ottoman, she pulled the door handle until the door shut. She moved the ottoman back over to the front door and just barely got it shut before hearing stomping coming down the hall. She quickly ran back to the sofa, ottoman in tow. She tossed the scrap of paper on the ground, sat the ottoman on top of it, and tried to act casually.

Faith and Angie heard Duncan roughly jamming the key against the padlock outside until it finally came undone. The door swung open hard enough that the doorknob left a huge dent in the wall. Duncan was scowling, drenched head to toe by the rain. Emily wasn’t fairing much better. Despite her clothes being made from a towel, it seems they didn’t do much good drying her off. Duncan tossed the woman out of his jacket and stormed off to his room. Emily clutched her leg and hobbled back to her room.

They heard loud banging from Duncan’s room. It sounded like Duncan found out Paige had been freed from the corkboard and wasn’t happy about it at all. Soon, they heard Paige screaming loudly, but at this point, Faith and Angie knew there was nothing they could do about the situation. Angie silently resolved that she would get Paige out of this situation no matter what it took. She was at least relieved that she hadn’t passed away due to her injuries.

For now, the only option was heading back to their room. The test that Angie took on Monday would be graded by the time they arrived in class on Wednesday, which would determine whether she could even get herself out of this situation alive.

That night, Angie slipped out of the bed and crept over to where she had hidden the piece of paper Paige had left them. Looking inside, she wanted to see what Paige had managed to write. The only words she seemed to have gotten written down on the paper were “The key to Duncan’s po-”. The only other thing drawn on the page was a small oval sitting on top of a large circle. Angie pondered what it meant for a second before giving up and heading to bed. After all, she did have class the next morning. She got back in her bed and fell asleep to the sound of raindrops falling from the sky outside.*

So the gang might have lost the battle this time, but the war is far from over. Will Angie decipher Paige’s note? Will Angie’s Calc grade be enough to satisfy Duncan? Find out next time!

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

Chapter 7: A Brief Interlude?

Paige woke up lying on a large cork board sitting on a desk. The glow of the alarm clock beside her indicated it was 6:00 pm. She was almost in a daze, unsure what was going on and how she had landed in her situation. The two inch tall lady looked around to gather her bearings, only to recognize the telltale signs of Duncan’s room.

The first thing of note about Duncan’s room is that it’s the one room Emily isn’t allowed to enter while she’s cleaning, or even when she isn’t for that matter. As a result, the entire room was in a deep disarray. The floor was littered with food wrappers, dirty socks, and used condoms. The furniture was adorned with the clothing of women who had entered this room for a one night stand only to never leave. Unfortunate bodily stains covered every inch of the room. For one glance, you could tell that if anything ever got lost in this room, it would never be found.

The second thing of note were the tools and devices that littered the room. Pins, scissors, duct tape, and even a blender. Though innocent, though eclectic, in a normal room, the red stains adorning them painted a far grimmer tale, even if the shrunken woman hadn’t already had experience with them.

The third thing of note was the horrid stench. Several odors wafted against her nose in a chaotic cacophony of noxious noisomeness. At one moment, the rancid reek of sweat would strike the senses. At another, the musky malodor of sex long past. But the most poignant, unwelcome scent of them all was the acridness of human death permeating the room, making its presence pronounced and persistent.

Hearing a cough, Paige turned and came face to face with the final thing of note about Duncan’s room, which was Duncan himself. Now dressed only in a pair of boxers, his ripped t-shirt, and the jewelry he always wore. His tall frame would be intimidating even if Paige hadn’t been shrunken down, but given Paige’s history with Duncan, she had far greater reason for fear than his size. She recoiled as she saw his hands were close enough to grab her. She stared up at the monstrous behemoth of a man, her mouth sealed by her own sense of dread. That’s when Duncan broke the silence.

“Looks like you’re finally awake. I guess we can add bubble gum to the list of jobs you’re complete shit at! I swear, if you fuck up anymore jobs, I’ll make you regret it!”

That’s when the memories from before came rushing back. Duncan had returned from classes the day before furious with Paige. Bringing her bound body into his den of depravity, Duncan had removed layer after layer of duct tape from her body, peeling uncomfortable from her bare skin. Once his morsel was unpacked, Duncan’s lips came around her body. Paige was sucked into his mouth with ease. Knowing he would take any resistance on her end as invitation for more gruesome tortures, Paige allowed Duncan’s tongue to dance and prod around her delicate body, slowly lapping at her most sensitive areas.

That’s when Paige found herself between his massive molars. Reacting quickly, she pressed against the red, bumpy appendage trying to escape her fate. But the molars came down on her left leg with a sickening crunch. The tongue maneuvered her on the pearly white altar as limb after limb was sacrificed to the sadistic Duncan. As Paige’s consciousness began to fade in the hot, humid prison, Duncan finally moved her skull between his incisors. Then with one last bite, the heat and wetness surrounding Paige snapped into nothingness. A nothingness that would have been unending had she not been woken from her eternal slumber by a touch as icy and inhuman as stone. And that’s when she awoke.

Paige felt around her body for any signs of injury, but found none. For whatever reason, Duncan had decided to keep her alive for just one more day. This was unfortunately not an unfamiliar experience for Paige. In truth, Duncan would torture and repair her body several times even back when she was in his good graces. Now that Angie had replaced her, she was uncertain that she would not join the splatters of red littering the floor below.

She had little time to contemplate her near-death experience when Duncan’s humongous hand swiped at her, knocking her onto her back. Duncan let his right hand lay across her body. The cool onyx gem of his ring pressed uncomfortably against her cheek, his pinky dug into the flesh between her breasts, and his index finger and thumb pinched her arm between them. With his left hand reached over to a canister on his nightstand. From it, he pulled a thumbtack from the canister and positioned it over the corkboard. Realizing too late what this meant, Paige could only scream as the tip of the thumbtack pierced her left hand and dug itself into the corkboard.

Paige screamed and begged and cried. The pain was excruciating. She tried to struggle to get her hand free, but Duncan pressed her down with his palm.

“Quit struggling, bitch! If you pull the tack out, you’ll just bleed to death! God, try not to be dumbass for once in your rotten life!”

Duncan rotated the corkboard on the desk and, without letting up pressure on Paige, pinched her right arm. Yet again a thumbtack emerged from the canister. Yet again Paige screamed. Yet again the thumbtack came down, this time through her right palm. The process repeated as a thumbtack went through her right thigh. The process repeated as a thumbtack went through her left thigh.

When the process began, Duncan was relishing in Paige’s screams and cries for help. Now after a few minutes of it, it was already starting to grate on Duncan. He wanted to tell the whore to shut up, but he knew that she was already beside herself in anguish. He went to grab a cotton ball and some duct tape. First, he shoved the cotton ball into her jaw, effectively gagging her. To make sure she couldn’t spit it out, he then applied a layer of duct tape over her lips, muffling what little sound she could still make.

Duncan looked over at the clock and saw it was about dinner time, so he left his new decoration on the desk without mounting it for now. Paige could do nothing as his tormentor simply walked away, already bored of her suffering. Now left with nothing but her thoughts, she contemplated her torturous situation. There was surprisingly little blood on the corkboard given the severity of her injuries. They seemed to have healed up almost instantly around the thumbtack. There had been several times in which injuries she had sustained from Duncan would last days or even weeks. It was certainly strange for her hand and thigh wounds to heal so fast.

She wondered what had been so different about this time in comparison to all the other times. In order to keep her mind off the pain coursing through her body, she focused on why her healing had kicked in so soon.

She remembered the conditions of the room. Was there something about Duncan’s room that brought about her change? Doubtful. She had been subject to his whims here before and never been brought back so quickly from the brink.

She recalled the time. Had she ever been tortured around dinner time? Constantly! That couldn’t be it.

She thought about the gruesome game Duncan had subjected her to. The tack piercing her flesh, Duncan’s hand pressing down on her, the helplessness she felt …

That’s when a realization struck Paige like a bat against a fastball. She started piecing things together she’d experienced since she was first taken by Duncan. Things started to fall into place. But she had to be sure.

Around 6:45, Duncan came back with his fingers smeared with pizza grease. He walked over to the desk to see Paige lying where he left her, but something was wrong. Her eyes were open, but blood was pouring from her mouth and she wasn’t responding to him. He tried to prod her into action, but she remained limp. He held his ear to her and heard she wasn’t breathing.

“Fuck! How did the stupid cunt manage to die while I wasn’t watching her!?!”

In truth, she hadn’t. She had simply bit the tip of her tongue off and held her breath. She didn’t have a good vantage to see what Duncan was doing, but she could feel his greasy fingers feeling her. Then she felt something that wasn’t his finger. And as she felt it, the tip of her tongue resealed. That’s when her suspicions were confirmed.

She knew why some wounds healed quickly while others didn’t. She knew how Duncan was able to shrink people so small and then change their size at will. She knew how she could return to her original size. She knew how to escape this hell once and for all.

She knew she had to tell the others.*

This was a fun one to write. This chapter shines the spotlight on Paige, who we really haven’t gotten much of thus far. The story’s only going to be picking up steam from here, so let me know what you all think!

Chapter 6: A Bite to Eat

Duncan’s stomach grumbled as he made his way to the dorm. It was almost 1:30 pm and neither he, nor his unwilling abductees, had eaten any lunch yet. He decided to make a quick detour through the student center to grab something from the food court. After pondering his choices, he chose to hit up the sandwich place, where he got a turkey club with a bag of chips and a drink. Instead of sitting down in the seating area, Duncan left with his food to an unoccupied auditorium in the engineering building. He knew there wouldn’t be a class in here for another hour and a half, but he looked around to make sure nobody was around anyway. He could never be too careful with his secrets, after all. When he was sure he wouldn’t have to suffer any unexpected guests, he laid out his feast.

Angie and Faith dropped a short distance to the floor as Duncan released them for the last time today from their restraints. They were both a bit dazed from the fall, but were otherwise unharmed. Faith started rubbing her aching wrists, though. She hadn’t gotten a chance to be free during the Macro test, unlike Angie in the Calc test. As a result, the weight of her body straining against her legs and wrists as gravity pulled on the bracelet made for a very uncomfortable travel situation.

Duncan lifted his impossibly large sandwich to his mouth and started wolfing it down. A small piece of tomato dropped from the sandwich, which Faith hungrily scarfed down. Angie hadn’t dared take any food she wasn’t directly given for fear of incurring Duncan’s wrath, but seeing that he didn’t react to Faith’s action at all, Angie guessed that Duncan was fine with them taking the scraps that fell from his meal, and that they might not be fed at all. She began to fear that she may have missed out on the only morsel of food that she was going to get.

Surprisingly though, Angie’s fears were quickly assuaged. Duncan opened up the bag of chips and held one of them out for the pair to enjoy. Angie jumped to her feet, and happily made her way to the humongous chip. Her joy was fleeting though, for no sooner had she approached Duncan to get a bite than he crushed the chip to bits in his fist. He lifted his hand to his mouth and dumped the powdered chip into his gullet.

Angie could feel her hunger gnawing at her. She was beginning to get desperate. She needed something in her stomach. Anything.

Duncan held his hand down to Angie. She could see a few shards of shattered chip embedded in his palm. Angie’s mouth watered as she reached out to grab the salty, potatoey goodness. She didn’t even notice Duncan’s other hand approach until he had already winded his finger back. Unable to react in time, Angie ended up on the receiving end of a flick to the side of her head by Duncan.

“If you want me to hand you food, you’re going to have to beg for it.”

It really was Angie’s intention to hold her ground. Though she didn’t have much self-respect, she had some and it was really all she had at this moment. Duncan didn’t seem to appreciate the hesitation and flicked her again against her back. Falling forward onto her hands and knees, she was about to get up when Duncan sent another flick right to her bottom. She screamed and fully collapsed onto the floor.

“Worthless bitch! This is what I get for doing you a favor.”

With that, he brought his hand back to his mouth and licked it clean. Angie felt completely broken. She was weak, hungry, and hurt. The only food she was offered had been taken from her. Her entire body ached from being brutalized by Duncan’s fingers. She truly felt like she’d reached rock bottom.

Faith looked apologetically at the pitiable young woman. Angie knew in her mind that Faith couldn’t do anything to help her, but she still felt that she should have at least done something. Duncan casually beat Angie with one hand and ate his sandwich with the other, completely ignoring Faith’s presence. By the time he’d devoured his last bite, Angie’s skin had turned a sickly purple from the bruises all over her body.

Having finished his meal, he tossed the two of them into his jacket pocket and made his way back home. Angie’s nose ran and her entire body shivered as she tried her best to hold back her tears. As she was sniffling, Faith removed her hand from around her breasts, revealing that she had slipped a shred of lettuce between them without Duncan seeing.

“Here. I’m sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. You didn’t get anything to eat, right? Go on, have this. Just don’t let Duncan know I gave this to you.”

Grabbing the tiny piece of lettuce, it felt like the dams in Angie’s eyes finally burst. She hugged Faith tightly and cried. And cried. And cried. Faith lent her a shoulder to cry on as Angie sobbed while crunching on her lettuce for the entire trip back to the dorms.

When the group arrived home, Duncan dropped his captive guests onto the ottoman. Sitting down on the floor in front of it, he slapped his right hand down on top of Angie. He had spun his ring around so that the onyx gem on his ring collided with her kneecap. She winced in pain as she felt herself grow larger in Duncan’s grasp until she was a foot tall. Duncan took off his boots to once again grab Paige.

“You’ve been a bad little foot-licker all day. First you left my boots dirty, then you fucking wet yourself during my class, and you didn’t even keep me entertained during lunch. I think you and I are going to have to spend some quality time together in my room to discuss your shitty behavior!”

Faith winced when he brought up his room, and Paige started having a full panic attack as Duncan went back to his room and slammed the door behind him. Three things became very clear. The first was that Duncan was going to be spending the rest of the day in his room doing god-knows-what to Paige. The second was that Emily wouldn’t be shrunken back down, which seemed to put her in a mood. The final was that Faith would be left at only 2 inches tall tonight.

Emily kicked the ottoman, causing Angie to fall on her face.

“Stupid bitch put Dunkams in a bad mood today. I hope she gets what’s coming to her.”

With that, she stormed back over to her room. After getting herself back on her feet Angie followed suit, with Faith doing her best to keep up with her comparatively short legs. Emily was already piling up clothing to use as a makeshift pillow for tonight. Faith wandered over into a corner trying to see if she could make herself comfortable with no luck. She really didn’t like her prospects for tonight. Suddenly, Angie grabbed her around the waist. Faith didn’t know what was going on and started to panic. Angie brought Faith over to the bed and set her down on top. Faith was a bit stunned as Angie clawed her way up the bedside to join her.

“Sorry, it’s just … this is your space, and … well, this bed … after everything today … you know.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Thanks. I’m glad we can get along; it’s been a while since I had a friend here. Just don’t pick me up like that again! It really freaked me out. Do you want to hang out and do something fun while Duncan and Emily are out tomorrow afternoon?”

Angie nodded, while Emily gave a dismissive snort of derision. Faith and Angie got off the bed and returned to the living room so that they could chill without Emily around. As they were bumming around near the couch, something crossed her mind.

“Did you say Duncan and Emily would be gone tomorrow afternoon?”

“Yeah, Duncan has an Organismal Biology course at 2:30 and a Chemistry II class at 5:30, both of which Emily basically takes for him. Both of them usually leave around 4 o’clock and don’t get back until after dinner. If you’re thinking of escaping, I wouldn’t bother. Trust me, plenty of people have tried and it hasn’t ended well for them. Besides, you’re still going to be stuck at that height without Duncan’s powers, so there’s nothing stopping you from ending up in the same situation with somebody else.”

Angie understood what Faith was saying, but this was her best chance of getting out from under Duncan’s thumb. She felt like she owed it to herself to at least try. For the rest of the day, Faith chatted with Angie while Angie contemplated her escape route. *

So this entire chapter was a nightmare to finish. It just kept getting longer as I went along. It felt like I was getting actively further from the conclusion the more I wrote, which is why this chapter took almost a week to finish. Hopefully, I’ll be back to frequent updates after this one.

Also, as a head’s up, I added in the Chapter Names to make it easier to keep track of what parts of the story the reader has and hasn’t read. I hope you all enjoy these quality-of-life improvements. If there’s anything else I can do to make the story easier to parse, let me know!

I probably wouldn’t, but if they made a TV show with that concept, I would absolutely watch.