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@i-am-insane said in Buy One Get Two Free:

It all feels… overly dramatic?

I thought it was nice. The interactions were pretty top-notch in my opinion, and they really set the mood.

Chapter 5: A Test of Endurance

Angie was woken abruptly the next morning when Duncan grabbed her tiny body and started shaking it violently.

“Wake up, bitch! I need to get you prepared for the test today!”

He then turned around, and with his right hand grabbed Faith and started pulling her out of bed. Faith tried to grab onto the mattress to keep herself from being taken away, but she shrank in Duncan’s grip until she was just as small as Angie.

Duncan grabbed two tiny chains from his desk. Angie couldn’t tell what his plan was, but as they got closer, he could see one end of each chain had a pair of handcuffs, and the other a pair of legcuffs. Duncan put the legcuffs on Faith and wrapped the chain around his arm, hoisting Faith upside down. Duncan grasped Faith’s tiny wrists and handcuffed each one by one, turning Faith into a human bracelet. Angie was scared, but realized fighting against Duncan would just get her killed at this junction, so she willingly stuck out her hands to be cuffed. At least this way, she wouldn’t be dangling upside-down the whole way like Faith was. Duncan took notice of Angie’s obedience and handcuffed her before legcuffing her.

Duncan lifted Emily out of the drawer and grew her back to the two feet tall. Emily went to the living room and produced a small notebook and two small pencils. Duncan took them from her and stuffed them in his pocket.

“You better have everything clean when I get back!”

“Of course, Dunkipoo! I love you! I hope you do well on your tests!”

As he slipped on his boots, he felt a small lump. Duncan realized he forgot Paige completely. Duncan figured that given she was tied up, there wasn’t much chance of her getting his boot cleaned anyway, so he put his foot back in and walked off with a third passenger in tow (or toe).

The first class of the day was Professor Holland’s Calculus II class, which meant Angie had the first test of the day. Red plastic dividers had been placed between each of the seats. They had put in place to prevent cheating, but it only made Duncan’s plan easier to pull. As Duncan was given his test, he indiscreetly released Angie from the handcuffs, letting her fall into the bottom of Duncan’s sleeve. From there, Angie was given a view of the problems, which she would solve in the small notebook. Then if all went to plan, Duncan would let Angie out briefly simply copy the work from her sheet onto his test.

The test, as it turned out, wasn’t that hard. Though Angie expected it wouldn’t, since the test was still pretty early in the semester. Once she realized most of the problems were just applications of l’Hopital’s Rule, she made pretty quick work of the easy test.

The problem came as Duncan started to copy down the answers. Angie was holding the test for him to read when he heard footsteps approaching. Not wanting to get caught, Duncan swept Angie and the notebook down into his chair. Angie could barely get her bearings before Duncan’s thighs clamped down around her.

Duncan looked to the side to see Jeremy Holland gazing back. Professor Holland was an old, but perceptive man. He certainly wasn’t one to let cheating go on under his nose. Duncan pretended to keep himself busy while Angie was smothered between his legs. Angie began to overheat as she was sealed between two sweaty pillars of meat. Her senses were assaulted by the overwhelming musk emanating from Duncan’s crotch. Duncan had told her on the way to class that if she made even a peep, he wouldn’t hesitate to crush her into paste. She just prayed that this would end before she passed out.

Finally, Professor Holland moved on, and Duncan discreetly placed Angie back on the desk. With only a few seconds to spare, he finished copying Angie’s notebook and stuffed Angie back up his sleeve. Duncan handed in his test, and made his way to the closest empty classroom to place Angie’s restraints back on. Angie considered making a break for it, but escaping into a busy corridor at her size would almost certainly be a death sentence. She decided to wait for a more opportune time to escape.

Duncan quickly re-chained Angie and made his way across campus to his next class. Angie had assumed the next class would be a Macroeconomics class, since Duncan had been drilling Faith on the subject on the trip, but when they arrived, Duncan made no attempt to adjust Faith’s restraints. The reason why became clear as the teacher started class. This seemed to be an Introduction to Film Studies course.

Angie had taken this course her first semester of freshman year, but ended up having to drop it entirely. The teacher, Mrs Lambert, was a haughty, self-important shrew of a woman, who delighted in feeling like the smartest person in the room. She would give extremely difficult tests that she heavily under-prepare her students for. Angie couldn’t understand why anybody would ever want to be in her class, much less Duncan. And Duncan didn’t seem to have anybody helping in this class either.

After listening to Mrs Lambert enjoy the sound of her own voice for almost an hour, they were finally able to leave. Duncan slipped into the bathroom and entered one of the stalls. Duncan undid our restraints and placed us on the toilet seat.

Duncan stared down at the tiny crew. “If you want to shit or piss, do it now, or hold it until we get home. I don’t want to have to deal with you two having an accident like my worthless little boot sucker.”

He stepped out of his boots and lifted Paige out of the boot. Her duct-tape bounds were soaked as she wiggled uncomfortably. Angie couldn’t help but feel sorry for Paige as Duncan dangled her body from a thread as he dunked her over and over again into the toilet bowl. When he finished, he wrapped her body in toilet paper and rubbed her so hard her skin felt like it was peeling off. He dropped the tiny square of toilet paper in the toilet bowl and the tiny woman back in his boot.

When he was done, Faith took this opportunity to relieve herself, but Angie didn’t want to have to use the bathroom in front of Duncan and the other shrunken woman. She was determined to hold onto whatever bit of dignity she could. It didn’t seem to bother Duncan, as he scooped them up and put them back in their restraints.

Duncan had about an hour before his next class, which we spent hanging out with his friends. They were casually shooting the breeze and having a good time. It would have been unimaginable to anybody watching Duncan that just a bit below his sleeves, two frightened women were chained up and being used as an accessory to the brutish boy. Angie considered that maybe if he called to the friends that Duncan would be hard pressed to kill her in front of them, but she also didn’t know if they might be in on Duncan’s scheme. Angie couldn’t risk it, deciding to wait just a bit longer to make her escape.

Duncan’s final class of the day was Macroeconomics. With no dividers to hide Duncan’s actions, Angie wondered how he was going to cheat this test. Duncan was passed a multiple choice quiz and a scantron sheet. At this point, his deception began. First, he slid Faith’s bracelet down to around his wrist. He would lazily look over all the questions on the first page, giving Faith enough time to read the questions and come up with the answers. After which, he put his left hand near the scantron sheet while using his right to flip the page. He waited a bit and moved his hand back where Faith could see the page. Angie looked over and noticed a couple of bubbles had been marked by Faith’s pencil. While Faith was reading, Duncan began filling in the bubbles Faith had indicated.

This went far more smoothly than Angie’s test had gone. She wasn’t familiar with this teacher, but he seemed overly occupied watching a video on his computer with headphones on. In all honesty, it probably wouldn’t have even been that hard to cheat even without the ability to bring somebody in to do the test for you.

When the final bell had rung, Duncan brought his test up front and walked out. On his way back to the door, he whispered only loud enough for his two tiny passengers to hear.

“Well, I hope for your sake that you did well.” *

Oof! Sorry this one took a lot longer than the other chapters. This one really ballooned up on me.

Hello! I realized that somehow I never posted my first story here, so I thought I’d share. *

I sat in my glass cage dreading every second that passed as the clock ticked overhead. Gazing around the massively oversized room I was placed in, I tried to ponder my new existence as a human only 3 inches tall. I tried to focus on the wondrously large bed across the room from me, the floor lamp that easily rivaled the size of a skyscraper at my height, the drop to the floor below and the height of the ceiling above. Really, I focused on anything I could to avoid focusing on the clock above me.

It was almost 7:00 pm and soon my tormentor would be back from wherever he goes during the day. Every hair on my body stood on end. I usually try to have my dinner of scraps and water around this time of day to keep the dreadful anticipation from eating away at me, but my kidnapper had forgotten to leave me any food in the morning and my water bowl had gone dry. The only water in my cage was the sweat pooling against my skin as I waited for 7:00 to arrive.

I heard the shimmying of the doorknob as my captor’s keys undid the lock. The door swung open and there he stood. Chester.

He would probably be pretty tall even to a normal person. At my diminutive size, he towered over everything as he strolled over to the desk atop which was my clear prison. His emerald eyes locked on to mine as he approached, a plastic bag swung from his muscular tree-trunk arms.

“How are you doing, squirt? Having fun being my little bug pet? You look lonely. I know just the thing that will cheer you up!”

As he lifted the plastic bag above the table, a ruffling could be seen as something squirmed inside. Chester poured the contents of the bag out onto the table revealing two naked men and two naked women, only about half my size.

The small people were initially beset by confusion and bewilderment, but those feelings gave way upon turning to see their kidnapper to awe, anger, shock, and terror among others. For the chubbier of the two men, this manifested into outrage and indignation.

“You there! What the hell do you think you’re doing! Do you know who I am?!?”

Chester rubbed his stubbly chin, feigning deep thought. “Hmmmmm. Nope! And I don’t care either! To me, you’re just a toy just like everybody else here.”

“I’ll have you know my company has ties to every shop, factory, and business in the entire state! Let me go right now or I’ll see to it you’re locked up for a long time and can never work again!”

Chester stood to his full height and grabbed the round man by the collar of his shirt. For his part, the tiny man swung fiercely at Chester, whether as an act of bravado, stupidity, or both. “Good god, do you ever shut up! I swear, there’s only one place for an ass like you!” Chester said as he dropped the tiny man into his chair.

The portly man’s complaints gave way to begging and pleading as the fabric of Chester’s exercise shorts stretched against his rump as he began to squat over his seat. I could tell from the look on Chester’s face that he was loving every second as he descended back down into his seat. Finally, I could hear the creak of the seat’s leather cushion as his butt landed on its target.

Chester kicked his feet up on the desk, letting each sneaker collide with its wooden surface with a thud. The three remaining people outside the glass tank were in a panic. They ran around the desk trying to find a way down and away from Chester. But I’ve been trapped here long enough to know that there was no escape. The blonde woman started to scream for help, but that only drew Chester’s attention.

“Sorry little mite, nobody’s coming to help you. But since we’re here, you might be able to do something to help me. See, I’ve had a huge workout at the gym and my feet are killing me. Why don’t you make yourself useful and give me a quick foot rub.”

He kicked off his right shoe as it almost landed on the other shrunken woman. Grabbing the buxom beauty, he dropped her onto the sole of his sneaker. The last shrunken man suddenly sprang into action trying to scale the side of his shoe. Bemused, Chester gazed down at the tiny man with a predatory look in his eye.

“Looks like we have a little hero trying to save his damsel. I know just what will put you in your place.”

Chester winded his finger back and with a mighty flick sent the man flying off his shoe until he landed with a sickening crack. I could barely watch as he struggled to get back on his feet. A huge welt was developing on the side of his face. I couldn’t understand why he didn’t just stay down and hope Chester forgot about him. Finally, he spoke.

“Please! I’ll give you the foot rub if you want! I’ll do anything you want! Just don’t hurt my big sister!”

“Oh, I didn’t realize I managed to nab a pair of siblings. Well, I wouldn’t dare to have her brave my big old feet alone if she’s your sister! After all, I would have to be truly heartless to break up a happy family. Thankfully, I think I have just the thing! You see, I actually have a left foot too!”

The small man tried to run, but could only hobble due to his injuries and was promptly placed in his other shoe as he slid his foot in on top of him, sealing him in. He was about to put his right shoe on as well when he stopped. He slid his dirty crew-cut sock off of his right foot, freeing the massive hairy foot inside. I could only imagine what thoughts went through the older siblings head as Chester’s bare sweaty foot invaded her tomb.

Normally, after putting a tiny human in his shoes, Chester would walk around his room for a while, but this time he had a more devious plan. Slowly, Chester pressed his feet against the side of my tank. It was rare that I could hear the screams of Chester’s victims, but as his feet pressed the duo into his soles, their pained and agonizing wails reverberated against the glass, assaulting me with noise from all angles. I clutched my ears, but I couldn’t block out the horrid shrieking.

The last remaining woman from the bag, a small Latino woman, curled into a fetal position. The stress of the situation had finally gotten the better of her. Unfortunately for her, she was the only one left and Chester had already made up his mind what to do with her. As he lifted her to her face, she mumbled something, but there was no way I could ever hope to hear her. Chester on the other hand, yelled his response loudly, presumably so I wouldn’t miss a word.

“Of course I’m not going to crush you. I have something much better in mind. See, I’m feeling a bit peckish and I need a little snack to keep me going, and I couldn’t help wondering what you tasted like.”

I knew better though. He knew exactly what she would taste like. I had seen so many strangers enter his maw. He probably knew more about eating tiny humans than anybody. The final victim was scooped up by Chester’s tongue and slurped into his mouth. I could see his jaw working up and down on her. It was one of his favorite ways to play with tinies in his mouth. He would bite them just hard enough to leave marks all over their body, but not hard enough to break any bones. In his own words, it was so they couldn’t even look at themselves without remembering what he had done to them.

Finally, Chester stopped pressing his feet against the glass and lowered his head so his face would eclipse my entire view. His jaw swung open and the woman fell out of his mouth. Her tan skin was peppered with huge red scars, her hair was matted all over her face, and she was laying face down in a pool of Chester’s saliva.

Tipping his shoes out, the brother and sister pair plopped onto the desk. They were drenched in sweat and exhausted. The sister was smeared in toe jam and the brother smothered in sock lint.

Finally, Chester stood up and presented his first victim of the night. His leg was bent unnaturally and his skin was pale. He sobbed and wheezed between heavy, belabored breaths. All four of his victims were beaten to the point they were unrecognizable, but they were still alive. Chester was good at prolonging his prisoner’s suffering. He could take weeks or even months before they would finally perish in his sick, twisted games.

“That was fun!” Chester exclaimed. “You might be the best set of toys I’ve ever gotten my hands on. Hopefully you last longer than my last set!”

He bent over and started tapping on the glass to my prison. “But I have to know, what did my cute little ex-girlfriend think of the show? I think I really outdid myself with that one!”

I didn’t respond, still shaken up. Chester poured the four tiny humans back into the plastic back and left the room, leaving me once again alone with my thoughts. I could only pray that one day, Chester would tire of forcing me to watch his sadistic games. Until then, I tried to lay down and sleep, drifting out of conciousness to the sound of the ticking of the clock overhead.

@olo I don’t think you would even need to be that tall. People used to be significantly shorter in the medieval era, and the average building was rarely even more than two stories tall. You could probably get away with 30 meters, though I can hardly blame you for wanting to be a big as possible.

@emilythetigercat Agreed. I’d love to see what this looked like visually.

A heads up before reading this one. This is actually a continuation of “The HOA Inspection”, which I posted here a little while back. I might recommend that one before reading this one. This is another wholesome story for you all, so I hope you enjoy.*

The sun rose over Grandscape Community, marking the beginning of another beautiful day. An alarm clock within the Burrmeister home beckoned the inhabitants to wake. The first of the residents to awaken was Angie Burrmeister. She sat up in bed and stretched her arms as she looked over to her husband as he rolled over in bed to turn off the alarm.

Angie and Gerald were hardly your average couple. Gerald was a towering, upstanding gentleman. Standing at 45 feet tall, he was tall even by giant standards. Angie, by contrast, was a regular standing at a meager 5’4”, and a tomboyish go-getter by all accounts. Despite this, they had found love four years ago and married in June.

Gerald started to get dressed for the day, but Angie made her way over to the bathroom. Because Angie was so much smaller than Gerald, and the house itself was much larger to match, there were very many chores that Angie simply could not perform on her own. Because she didn’t want to feel like a burden, she took the few chores she could do very seriously. And Angie was getting ready to do her favorite chore of them all.

Angie went to the linen closet in the bathroom to gather all the supplies she would need. First, she grabbed a fire hose, followed by a paint roller, a bucket, a pair of gardening gloves, a pair of rubber rain boots, a stepladder and a kitchen knife. Gerald had gotten a lift installed into the side of the sink to make it easier for Angie to get up to the basin. Angie loaded her tools onto the lift and put on the gloves and boots on the ride up. As she was attaching the fire hose to the sink’s faucet, Gerald entered the room wearing a blue sweater and khaki pants. Angie turned to greet her husband.

“Good morning, honey! Are you up and ready for the day?”

“Not quite. It seems my chin has become a little stubbly. Do you happen to know a lovely little lady who could help me with that?”

Angie lifted her upturned thumb in the air.

“Leave it to me!”

Angie had gotten the idea to do this last month when Gerald cut himself while shaving. Angie realized she could use her smaller size to cut the hair on his chin closer to the jaw without cutting him, and she’s been doing his shaving ever since.

Gerald brought his chin down close to the basin as Angie readied the hose. She started spraying down Gerald’s massive jaw. As she was doing so, she lost control of the hose and water got everywhere. Angie’s nice pink nightgown was soaked through, and she needed to shake the water out of her boots. Gerald chuckled.

“I know you can’t wait to take a shower, but maybe we should finish my trim first?”

Angie was a little embarrassed, but didn’t let that deter her. After that quick rinse, Angie filled her bucket with shaving cream, and dipped her paint roller inside. Climbing the stepladder, she lathered it across both Gerald’s checks, beneath his chin, above the top of his lip, and along his cleft. Each tiny hair of his stubble disappeared under the foamy lather. Right before she finished, she used the paint roller to bop Gerald on the nose, leaving a tiny dollop on its tip.

“Hey!”

“That’s what you get for teasing me earlier about the hose.”

Angie playfully stuck her tongue out. Gerald smiled and put his finger into Angie’s shaving cream bucket. He put his soapy finger on Angie’s forehead and smeared a little of the white foam along the side of her face. Angie giggled.

“Fine, if that’s how you want to play, take this!”

Angie lunged her paint roller at Gerald, but he parried it with his finger. They pretended to sword fight with their sudsy weapons. Gerald was usually so stuffy and uptight, so getting to see him loosen up and have fun was a real treat for Angie. They laughed and had fun with each others’ company.

But every job must eventually get done, so after a minute or two, Angie put down the paint roller and got to business. Brandishing the knife, Angie prepared to start the actual shave.

She started by cleanly trimming each of the firm, tough hairs along Gerald’s cheeks, being sure to keep his sideburns nice and tidy. After finishing each, she moved to removing the silkier, smoother hairs along the top of his lip. With her back to his throat, she sent the stalactite-like hairs dangling from the bottom of his chin falling down to the sink basin. And finally, she chopped off the last few remaining hairs from beneath his bottom lip.

Now that his jaw was free from hair, Angie couldn’t help but place a small kiss on Gerald’s smooth lips. Gerald picked up his tiny wife and planted a huge smooch on her face.

Looking up at the mirror, Gerald marveled at the wonderful job Angie did. It certainly wasn’t the fastest way to shave, but the results spoke for themselves. Besides, any time Gerald got to spend with his wife in the morning was time well spent.

“You did a great job as always, dear. You’re the best!”

Angie blushed. It was tiring work, but seeing her husband’s gratitude made it all worthwhile in the end.

“Don’t worry about it, honey! I’m just glad I can keep my husband looking nice and sharp!”

“Well then, why don’t we both get showered off and get some breakfast.”

Angie, who was covered in shaving cream and tiny hairs, thought that was certainly well needed. After they had both gotten themselves cleaned off, Gerald put Angie on her shoulder and made their way to the kitchen. Angie snuggled against her husband’s nice smooth cheek as they went to face what today would bring.*

Basically, my inspiration here was that I was looking for something to put in a giant-centric story that you wouldn’t necessarily see in a giantess-centric story, and one of the first things that came to mind was facial hair. That seemed a bit odd that we didn’t have much macrophilic shaving content, since tiny people would be able to do a more accurate job.

It really did feel like the giant equivalent to the “tiny paints giantess’s toenails” genre, so I decided to take a crack at it.

As usual, let me know what you guys think!

Chapter 4: A Welcome Guest

Angie gazed around the room in wonder. Giant furniture was connected by a series of makeshift ladders and tubes of every size imaginable. It almost looked like a McDonalds play place blown up to incredible proportions. Angie explored around, just for a moment forgetting the anxiety and fear she had felt since being taken.

Not looking where she was going, she ended up colliding with Faith as she turned the corner. Faith winced and fell to the floor, clutching her injured leg that Angie had just run head first into. Angie knew that she had to have been only a little bigger than two inches tall to fit in the locket, and had guessed that Faith was around a foot tall. But it hadn’t really set in until she was looking up to see Faith’s face even as she was sitting down just how large the size disparity was between the two. Angie marveled at how tall Faith was until reality crept in to remind her that it was just her that was pathetically small.

Faith gave a disapproving glare to Angie as she massaged her injured leg. Angie moved over to help, but Faith pulled away.

“I think you’ve done quite enough. Get some sleep. We’re both going to need to be up early in the morning, because we both have exams tomorrow. If you want to do well, you should get some rest.”

Not only did Angie feel bad about accidentally hurting Faith, but the direness of her situation hit her like a ton of bricks. Tomorrow would be the day she would have to prove herself, or face whatever punishment Duncan would dole out.

Faith stood up and walked over to the bed on the other side of the room. She reached up over the top of the bed and struggled to pull herself up. With much grunting and heaving, she finally got onto the mattress as Angie approached the ladder up. For once, Angie was happy that she was as small as she was so she could climb the ladder. The second she put her hand of the first rung, Faith looked down from overhead.

“This is my spot.”

It was clear to Angie that Faith was in no mood to share her space after Angie bumped her. And it was clear to Faith that Angie didn’t want to pick a fight with somebody five times her size, since Angie backed off. Looking around for something besides the hardwood flooring to sleep on, Angie noticed the dresser adjacent to the nightstand had its top drawer open. There was even a plastic tube leading in and out of the drawer. She figured there must be at least some clothes she could use as a makeshift bed.

Angie made the long ascent up the ladder. Angie wasn’t athletic by any stretch of the imagination, but the fear of plummeting to the floor drove her to push forward. She found her stamina drained and her will fading, but finally she reached the top. She felt elated to have pushed through and gotten all the way up. As she reached the tube, Faith finally noticed where Angie was and stood up on the bed trying her best to stay balanced.

“Angie! You shouldn’t be up there! That’s where Emily sleeps!”

Angie felt a little foolish. Looking back, it was pretty obvious that this drawer wouldn’t be set up this way unless somebody was already using it. But she didn’t have the energy to make it back down the ladder. The fall from the top was intimidating, and she didn’t know what to do. The top of the dresser was even more uncomfortable than the floorboards, and she was starting to panic about how high up she was. Looking over the edge to the ground, her foot slipped and she fell into the drawer.

Angie got up and held her nose. The air was so rancid that it was hard to breath. Looking around, Emily had made very economic use of the living space inside the drawer. In one corner, she had a pile of dirty socks which she seemed to have fashioned into a bed.

In the next corner sat an empty bottle cap filled with a bit of water. Angie wondered if Emily kept it around in case she was thirsty, but as she got closer, it became obvious that this was an improvised latrine. It hadn’t even occurred to Angie that this would be a problem at her size, but she realized that if she was going to continue being this size, it would need to be something she needed to address.

The third corner of the room contained a few pictures of Duncan, a small crusty sock bunched up into a cushion, and a few ripped up tissues. Angie was pretty sure she knew what that was about, and decided not to investigate any further

The final corner of the room was dedicated to Emily’s wardrobe with a small hand mirror. It seems that the outfit she was wearing earlier wasn’t her only one, as she had made herself garments in a variety of sizes and colors. Angie was in awe of Emily’s craftsmanship, even holding up a few in the mirror to see how they would look on her. That is until one piece in particular caught her eye. It was a smooth red skirt with pleating, but what really struck Angie was its size. Holding it up, Angie tried to wrap the skirt around her pinky, but it was even too small to fit around her pinky at her size. Angie had been assaulted with feelings of helplessness and hopelessness since she arrived. But looking at this diminutive skirt made her realize how much worse her situation could, and probably would, become.

While Angie was lost in thought, she suddenly heard the noise of something coming through the tube. Emily popped down the chute smiling and made her way to the bed. She jumped into her bed, only to see Angie on the other side of the drawer. Emily’s relaxed smile turned into a fuming glower as she stormed over to Angie.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing here!?!”

“I … I’m sorry, I … I fell, I … I’m sorr-”

“Bullshit! It’s bad enough that I have to share Duncan’s time with that lanky, emo slut and the dumb bitch that’s licking lint from the bottom of his boot! Now you think you can walk around like you own the place just because Duncan wants you for one fucking class!? Not likely, bitch! I’ve been with Duncan since high school. We understand each other like nobody else in the world can. And you really think you can just take my place in this house from me!?! That Duncan would ever see you the way he sees me!?!”

Angie was flabbergasted. She didn’t know why Emily saw her as a threat and why she was taking this all so personally. She wanted to say something but her nerves got the better of her. It wasn’t as though Emily would really have listened anyway.

“As if! Why would Duncan want a fat little piggy like you when he can have me? I’ve always made myself pretty for him, I helped him pass enough classes to get into the college of his dreams, I’ve kept everything neat and tidy for him, and I’m even there for him when he wants to vent his anger on my body! We were made for each other, and an ugly, chunky little whore like you isn’t going to stop our relationship!”

Angie looked at her naked body in the hand mirror. She didn’t even like looking at herself clothed. Having a full view of her imperfections combined with Emily’s scathing words was all too much for Angie. She started to cry.

“And one more thing. Don’t you even think of messing up tomorrow’s test like that braindead bimbo Paige did! Because I’ve been with Duncan through a lot, and I’ve seen him dole out plenty of gruesome punishments that I’d be more than happy to remind him of. I’ve made sure sluts like you have had horrific deaths before and wouldn’t hesitate to do it again!”

Angie couldn’t control herself. She scrambled up the tube and ran away from Emily in tears. Back on top of the dresser, she still couldn’t get down the ladder and didn’t want to return to the drawer. Faith was already fast asleep. Still sobbing, she laid down on the rough wooden surface of the dresser and got whatever uneasy sleep she could.*

Really happy with how this one came out. This was a bit of a longer chapter, but I hope you all enjoyed!

Chapter 3: The Big Picture

Duncan sat Angie on the ottoman for everybody to see. Angie could see only pity in the eyes of the girl who’s name she didn’t know. Emily let out a small “Hmph” and crossed her arms. When Paige saw her, her eyes went wide and she started flailing around wildly, or at least as much as she could given the restraints. Duncan cleared his throat to grab my attention.

“Angie, these two are Emily and Faith. They’ll be your new roomies when you’re not busy serving me. And this bitch here …”

With that, Duncan tossed Paige high into the air. Paige did what she could to scream as she plummeted to the ground, only to be caught between his thumb and index finger. He presented her to Angie with all the flair you could present a tiny bound human woman.

“… is Paige. You’re going to be replacing her on math duty. Though from what I’ve heard, you two already know each other. You should really hear how Paige laid on the praise! She went on and on about how you were so smart and such a quick learner, really just the best person for the job. Heck, if Paige had asked you for tutoring, maybe she wouldn’t be such a stupid cunt and actually get a worthwhile grade for a change!”

Duncan started squeezing on Paige’s body. She started screaming at the top of her lungs, though the cotton ball drowned out most of the sound.

“So we’re going to be giving Angie a trial run. She’s going to be helping me on the test tomorrow. If she does well, then I’ll give her the privilege of doing my math homework for the rest of the semester. If not, well, let’s just say don’t get attached to her. Since Angie is going to be working on math assignments for me while I’m still testing her out, I guess I need to find a new task for Paige to do. Oh, don’t act all shocked, Paige! I said that if you gave me the name of somebody to replace you, I wouldn’t squash you to a pulp. I didn’t say anything about letting you be a lazy fucking freeloader!”

By this point, any energy Paige had left was spent. She could do nothing but cry and whimper as Duncan reached over to his thick, black boots. Angie felt conflicted. She realized that she was only in this mess because Paige sold her out to save her own skin. On the other, it was still hard to see somebody she knew be subjected to stuff like this. Duncan pulled the cotton ball from Paige’s mouth.

“I’m sorry!!! I’m sorry!!!”

For a few minutes, all Paige could do was apologize as she looked at Angie with regret and desperation. When she had finally settled down, Duncan continued.

“Since you’re too stupid to help with homework, maybe you can start by cleaning the inside of my boots. It better be spotless by the time I wake up tomorrow, or I’m going to leave you in there when I take them to class.”

Duncan gracelessly dropped Paige into one of his boots, and then brought Angie down to ground level. He was about to return to his room, when Emily spoke up.

“Dunkipie! Wait!”

Duncan, clearly annoyed with Emily, answered with a blunt “What!?”

“Well, it’s just that I did a very good job cleaning today and was hoping I could get some kind of … reward.”

Something about the way she said it struck Angie as off, but Duncan seemed to get a smirk from it. He got down on his knees, and surprisingly enough, gingerly pet Emily’s check with his right hand. Emily snuggled against the hand as Duncan tenderly caressed her. It would almost seem friendly and affectionate, but she couldn’t shake the feeling this wasn’t as it seemed. It became more clear as Faith, as she’s apparently named, tried to leave and return back to her room. Faith, who had earlier stood only as high as Emily’s stomach, was now only a head shorter. Emily was shrinking, and shrinking fast. The bindings covering her private areas began to slip off as Emily let out a low moan. By the time Duncan had pulled his hand away, Emily was almost as small as Angie.

Duncan sat on the ground as his socked feet approached Emily from either slide. Just before the bottoms of his feet were about to close around her, he quietly whispered, “Ready?” She timidly nodded. Slowly, he pressed his soles together, trapping her between the balls of his feet. He rubbed them together as Emily’s body was rolled between them, as limp as a ragdoll.

Angie could only imagine how painful this must have been, but one would never guess from the look of ecstasy plastered across Emily’s face. Emily for her part didn’t offer even the slightest bit of resistance. She allowed Duncan’s feet to bend and manipulate her body any way they saw fit. She passionately kissed his socks as his toes squeezed and pulled on her body.

Angie, feeling overwhelmed by the day she just had, escaped to the pet bedroom to get some sleep.*

Building a bit on the characters we got last chapter, as well as starting a bit of the action. Do tell me what you all think!

Chapter 2: Home, Sweet Home

After what felt like an agonizing eternity, her cage finally stopped bucking. For the first time since they had started walking, light crept into the locket until finally the front swung away from the back and Angie was knocked out of the locket and into Duncan’s awaiting fingers. They seemed to be in a hallway outside a normal looking door. On the door was a corkboard with two scraps of paper on it. The first was an orange rectangle with the word Duncan written in green ink. The other was a green rectangle with the word Luis written on it in red ink, although it seemed to be crossed out with black marker.

“Looks like we’re finally here! You better take it all in, because this is the last time you’re ever going to see anything that isn’t my dorm or my classroom.”

Angie looked around. It didn’t seem like anybody was around to see her in Duncan’s hand, and the fall would be too great for her to jump from his palm. With a sigh of resignation, Angie enjoyed her last moments of freedom before Duncan swung the door open.

Looking around, the living room didn’t seem too out of the ordinary. There was a tv, a couch, an ottoman, and a table with a dinner bell on it. It led off to a kitchen area in the back of the room. Only two things really stood out about the room.

Firstly, the room was very clean. Her own living space was covered in pizza boxes, plastic bags, trash bags she hadn’t bothered taking to the dumpster, and other general clutter. Neither her nor her roommate had been particularly concerned with cleanliness, so things mostly piled up.

The second were two doors flanking the living space. The door to the left had a pin-up poster of a tall, tan woman in a bikini. The door on the right had no posters on it, but surprisingly enough had a doggy door on it. Angie found it strange that the bedroom had a doggy door, but not the front door.

“That one on the left is mine. You enter only when I tell you I want you. That one on the right is where you’ll be sleeping. It used to belong to my pussy-ass roommate Luis. The stupid bastard was always snooping around and I didn’t want to share my living space with a virgin like him, so I got rid of him.”

Angie was about to ask what he meant by “got rid of him”, but thought better of it. Having experienced everything she had today, she didn’t really want to know. She looked up at Duncan who stared back down at her. She could feel Duncan drinking in the fear in her eyes.

“Anyway, now I keep all my cute little pets in there. In fact, maybe we should do a little introduction.” He walked over to the bell and gave it a ring.

As if on queue, a hand pushed the doggy door open. Suddenly, a small red-headed woman charged over to my giant captor. She latched herself onto his leg and started rubbing her cheek against his knee.

“DUNKUUUUMS!!! I didn’t hear you come in! I missed you so much while you were gone!”

Duncan grabbed the strange woman by the hair and started pulling her away from his body. It was only now that Angie could get a good look at her apparent new roommate. Given that she stood almost to Duncan’s knee, Angie figured this woman had to be around 2 feet tall. Though from her stocky appearance, Angie couldn’t imagine this woman would have been terribly tall even before she shrank. Her large breasts and wide hips were wrapped in what seemed to be a cut-up blue towel. But the thing that struck Angie the most was this woman’s care-free attitude. You wouldn’t be able to guess that she had been shrunk and brought her against her will.

“Emily! How’s my favorite little pet been? I have something to show everybody, so where’s the other bitch at?”

Angie looked back at the right door and noticed a small woman huddled up near the bedroom’s entrance. She was sitting with her knees pressed to her chest and her back against the wall. Almost opposite to Emily, this woman was thin and lanky. Angie guessed she was also probably shorter than Emily, though given that she was crouched over, it was hard to tell.

“There you are! Get over here! There’s somebody I want to introduce.”

The small woman stood up and made her way along the wall to them, though she seemed to be walking with a pretty heavy limp. As she crept along the wall, Angie could see the fear and resignation in her eyes. That look was met in turn with a look of impatience and anger from Duncan.

“I said … Get over here … NOW!”

He stomped his boot on the hardwood floor, eliciting a loud thud. Startled, the woman near the door fell flat on her face and scrambled as fast as she could over to Duncan. Duncan smirked and kicked off his boots as the mystery woman approached. Angie could now see that the top of this woman’s head came up to Emily’s exposed belly button. Duncan went over to the couch and the others followed. As Duncan sat down, he made a face of mild discomfort and stood back up.

“Ah right. Almost forgot about you!”

Duncan undid the button and zipper of his pants and reached back into the back of his underwear. Out of his ass-crack he pulled a woman bound by her feet with a shoelace. Angie recognized Paige immediately. She had sat next to her in Calculus II last semester. Her brown hair was matted against her face, her mouth gagged with a cotton ball, and her arms taped to her sides. Paige struggled and squirmed as she dangled upside down from the shoelace.

“Is that everybody? Man, I keep forgetting I have so few of you fuckers now! It’s your own fault though. I like to play rough, and you little shits are too fragile! I guess since everyone’s here, why don’t we all meet my new pet?” *

I got really excited about this chapter. We’re getting more of the recurring characters we’re going to see going further. As usual, I’d love to here what you guys think.

DISCLAIMER: Be mindful of the tags. If one or more of the tags causes you some degree of discomfort, proceed with caution. Be aware of strong language, heavy sexual themes, and extreme cruelty.

Chapter 1: A Meeting of Minds

Angie had never had a very high opinion of herself. Although she was very smart, she had trouble interacting with others. She was very shy and always beat herself up that she couldn’t make any friends. Throughout high school, and even now in college, people always thought she was weird and avoided her. This fed her own image of herself and made her even more reclusive.

Compounding her self-esteem problems was that she was always self-conscious about her weight. No matter how much she dieted, she could never seem to shake the last couple ounces of baby fat, giving her a bit of a belly. She probably could have lived with being a bit heavy if at least had some curves in the right places, but she always felt her breasts and ass were lacking. She made a point of wearing baggy clothes when she left, and couldn’t even look at herself in the mirror without feeling inadequate.

While she was in the library studying for her Graph Theory exam, she saw Duncan Williams browsing around the library. Surprisingly enough, he didn’t seem to be looking at the books and instead seemed to be checking the seating areas. Angie wondered what was up, since the library didn’t tend to have many people, except when midterms and finals were around the corner.

She tried to return to her studying and not stare at Duncan. But she couldn’t help herself. She found his flowing black hair, chiseled jaw, and brown eyes so appealing. His tight jeans left nothing to the imagination when it came to his toned ass. His ripped T-Shirt showed off his muscular, hairy chest. His leather jacket accentuated his broad shoulders. A tasteful ruby earring hung from the lobe of his left ear. On his right hand, a silver ring with a large onyx stone adorned his long slender fingers. And around his neck was a golden chain with a tiny cross-shaped locket nestled against his tight pecs. As ashamed as Angie was to admit it, she had spent many lonely nights with her fingers inside her panties as she imagined Duncan making her his.

She finally ripped her eyes away from Duncan and buried her face within her Graph Theory book when she heard the chair across from her slide against the carpet. She looked up to see Duncan’s expectant face looking right at her.

“Hey! Are you Angie Smith?”

Angie tried to answer, but the words wouldn’t come out of her mouth. She tried to scoot her backpack between them in the hopes he would give up talking to her, but the backpack still had a luggage tag on it from when she flew back home for her birthday. The tag had her name on it and confirmed everything Duncan wanted to know.

He grabbed the chair and brought it right next to Angie’s. Angie froze like a deer in headlights. She started to sweat as her crush sat down right next to her.

“I heard you did well in Professor Holland’s Calc II class last semester and it’s really been kicking my ass. I have a huge assignment coming up and was wondering if you wouldn’t mind helping me study for the test that’s coming up. I’ll make it worth your while”

Duncan put his arm around Angie. She could feel Duncan’s hand go under her shirt. She was worried he would start grabbing at her breast, but his hand only stroked against her stomach. The tender warmth of his slender fingers contrasted against the cool touch of the silver ring. Angie’s mind felt like it was filling with smoke. He pulled her closer until she was practically on his lap.

“I could … I mean … I don’t … You’re … I mean …”

Angie was just babbling, trying to force herself to say something. She wanted to help Duncan, but was so nervous that she couldn’t even finish a thought, let alone a sentence. Her mind tried to process everything she was experiencing. She felt like she was floating on air. Like her feet couldn’t even touch the ground.

Then a sudden realization hit her. Her feet actually weren’t touching the ground. The seats in the library were always too small. Even for somebody like Angie at a meager 5 feet tall, her knees were always scrunched up above her lap, and sitting in Duncan’s lap shouldn’t be causing that much of a height discrepancy. In fact, she was even having trouble seeing over the top of the table. Duncan’s hands felt bigger and bigger around her body. She tried to scream, but Duncan clasped his left hand over her mouth. As she dwindled, he started to only need one finger to cover her mouth, until finally, her entire body was eclipsed by Duncan’s right hand. The overwhelming heat of his palm was only offset by the freezing bite of the ring. Finally, Duncan pulled the miniscule woman out of her now significantly oversized hoodie and sweatpants and dropped her in his lap.

Angie looked around in a panic. She started to call for help, but her voice was nothing but a small squeak. Gazing over the cloth plateau of Duncan’s jeans lost and confused, Angie snapped to attention when she heard his voice boom overhead.

“Finally! Took long enough for you to shrink! I swear, why is it always ugly nerds like you that take for-fuckin’-ever to shrink? Listen up! I’m only going to explain this once, so you better shut the hell up, because you don’t want to see what happens if I have to repeat myself! I have better things to do than waste my time doing math problems, so I’m bringing you with me to my test. You’re going to do it for me, and you better do a good job. Maybe if you do well enough, I’ll even let you get a look at what you’re standing on.”

As if on cue, the ground below her jolted and knocked Angie on her behind. Her eyes widened. If Duncan’s jeans were doing little to hide his generous rear, they were certainly doing less to hide the monument erecting itself in front of her. As Duncan’s rod twitched at the feeling of the tiny woman’s body, Angie’s arousal was only checked by an overwhelming sense of fear and dread. At last, Angie finally finished her first sentence to Duncan.

“And … w-what if I … d-don’t do a good job?”

Duncan shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the first bitch to make things difficult for me. Probably wouldn’t even be the last. Trust me though, you don’t want to piss me off!”

Duncan pressed a button on the side of his locket and it swung open. “Now let’s head back to my dorm. I don’t want to waste any more time at the library. Unlike you, I actually have a life!”

He shoved Angie into the locket and shut it tight. If Angie hadn’t moved fast, her arm could have been pinched off in the clasp. She started to cry as her dark prison swung from Duncan’s neck on the long trip back to the dorms. *

So I’ve started my first long-running series today. Expect to see more soon. It’s certainly more risqué than my other pieces. For those that prefer my more wholesome short stories, this might not be quite up your alley, but I have more wholesome content like that up the road.

Really looking forward to hearing what everybody thinks. As always, constructive criticism is welcomed!

It’s strange to think that five years have passed since The Small Event. Before that fateful day five years ago, I was just a high school student going into college. I had always wanted to help people, but didn’t have any clear goals or direction. Then The Small Event happened and 25% of the population shrank down until they were only around two to three inches tall.

Seeing an opportunity to make something of my life, I dedicated my college education to training myself to help the victims of The Small Event to readjust to their new situation and reintegrate into society. It was difficult, but after four years, I finally graduated with a bachelors in Tiny Care. I had considered going into further studies, but the need for caretakers was so great, I felt it was my duty to start my career as soon as possible.

That was the day I met Harriet.

At the time, I couldn’t believe how fortunate I had been. Harriet had been a wealthy businesswoman and well respected in the community. She had seemed shy and reserved, and was offering to pay me far above my initial as a starter fee. It seemed almost too good to be true. It was only after the paperwork had been signed that I learned who Harriet truly was. She was, bluntly speaking, perverse and perverted. She saw me not as a human, but as a living sex object to live out her deviant fantasies on. I was thankful she never seemed to want to discuss her past, because I can only imagine what she was doing to the poor undertrained caretakers that came around near when The Small Event first took place if this is how she treats trained professionals!

I felt a wave of dread wash over me as I entered Harriet’s residence. No sooner had the door shut behind me than Harriet started barreling over to me. At the top of her voice, she shouted out to me.

“Good morning, master!”

I always hated it when Harriet insisted on calling me master. I had heard when tinies first started appearing that some had an almost euphoric obsession with being treated as subhuman. However, I had certainly never thought I would end up working for one, much less one as obsessed as Harriet. I had let her know on multiple occasions that it wasn’t okay, but she keeps calling me that anyway.

I was about to correct her, but at this point I couldn’t even muster up the energy to. Instead, I gave her a disapproving glare. She seemed to catch onto her mistake, because she backed away and let me enter the living room.

As an important part of the tiny safety protocol, I always remove my shoes when around Harriet, so she doesn’t end up injured in case she’s accidentally stepped on. Harriet always takes this as an opportunity to start having her way with my feet. I couldn’t even have my socks anywhere near her without Harriet trying to suck the sweat off them. Her tongue massages didn’t feel bad necessarily, but I always wished that Harriet would at least ask before she started sucking on my feet. I wished I didn’t have to remove my shoes at all some days, but I couldn’t live with myself if I allowed a tiny to get injured by my actions. Even one with as little respect for me as Harriet.

I looked down to check on Harriet and immediately wished I hadn’t. She was tracing her tongue along every inch of the fabric she could reach. My sweat was even dripping down her face. It took everything I had to hide my disgust, and even then I probably didn’t succeed. I tried to let her finish, but I had finally had enough. I went to the kitchen both to prepare breakfast and get away from Harriet.

I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but I make an absolutely divine french toast. Harriet enters the kitchen while my back is turned. When I turn around to bring the french toast to the table, I notice that she’d been staring at my ass the whole time. She was even drooling!

Following proper protocol, I got a ruler and carefully cut a piece of toast off for Harriet. Just enough to be filling, but not enough to cause intestinal problems, which is common in smaller variants of tinies like Harriet.

“Thank you for feeding me, master. Am I really allowed to have this?”

It seemed Harriet was adamant to call me master today. At this point I was aggravated, but I remembered that with Harriet’s wealth and connections, if I didn’t follow her wishes to the letter, she could use her influence to ruin my career and prevent me from ever helping tinies again. I forced myself to smile.

“Of course, madam! After all, it’s my job as your caretaker to make sure you don’t starve!”

I decided to take a small risk. She knew I didn’t like to be called “master”, but I knew she didn’t like to be called “madam”. Harriet got quiet after that, so I could only hope that would be the end of the master nonsense for the day.

I was starved, and since I wasn’t allowed off the premises for breaks, I simply had what was left of the french toast. As I scarfed it down, I noticed Harriet staring at my mouth intently. I wondered what was up when I got a sinking suspicion that this may be another one of her weird fetishes. I was already getting harassed by Harriet every other time of the day, I didn’t need to be sexualized while I was eating.

Our eyes locked for a moment. I knew that I shouldn’t really leave a tiny in a room by herself, but I was going to be sick if I had to deal with her staring at me lustfully while I was trying to have a meal in peace. I moved what food I have to the living room and ate there while contemplating what a waste my life has become

I realize that she can use her riches and influences to ruin my life, and I realize that all she cares about is satisfying her desires. I just wish she would look in her heart and try to see things from my point of view.

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So this is my latest story. Not going to lie, I’m not really sure what to think about this one. I was experimenting with a non-con story where the giant is the non-consenting party, and ended up with a story where both parties are ironically unhappy. Really curious what everybody makes of this one.

It’s strange to think that five years have passed since The Small Event. Before that fateful day five years ago, I lived what most would consider the ideal life. I had wealth beyond my wildest imagination, a loving trophy husband, and a mansion so large that it took 20 men to clean it each day. Then The Small Event happened and I, along with 25% of the population, shrank down to the size of bugs.

My husband began to treat me as less than human. He would neglect me, squander my fortune and abuse me. He threatened my well being if I told anybody about my mistreatment. It was difficult, but after four years, I finally exposed my husband’s cruel actions. I moved to a small apartment and used what fortune I had remaining to hire a caretaker to watch over me for the rest of my life.

That was the day I met Dale.

At the time, I couldn’t believe how fortunate I had been. Dale had been training in tiny care almost since The Small Event happened. He had seemed kind and caring, and had a starting fee far below what I was offering. It seemed almost too good to be true. It was only after the paperwork had been signed that I learned who Dale truly was. He was, bluntly speaking, callous and cruel. He saw me not as a human, but as a miserable bug to live out his cruel fantasies on. I was thankful I never told him anything about my past, because he would almost certainly subject me to all my past trauma and even more!

I felt a wave of dread wash over me as Dale entered the house this morning. Knowing that Dale would come and find me if I wasn’t waiting for him, and not wanting to make him angry by making him look for me, I briskly approached him as he shut the door behind him. I yelled a greeting to him to make sure he noticed my presence.

“Good morning, master!”

It was humiliating to have to call Dale master. It brought back terrible memories of my time being emotionally abused by my husband. I had often considered reporting Dale’s misdeeds like I did with my husband, but given what she was willing to do to keep her secrets hidden, I can only imagine the agony Dale would subject me to if he ever thought I might report him.

Dale said nothing, instead giving me an intense glare that scared me to the very core of my being. I was so startled I took a step away from him. He looked away and walked past me to the living room.

Dale slipped off his shoes and put his feet up on the footrest. I had gotten so used to this routine that he didn’t even need to give me instructions. I climbed up to his massive soles and began to lick the bottom of his sock. I pressed my tongue into the sweaty fabric as hard as I could, doing my best to make sure he could feel my tongue on his sole. I didn’t even want to imagine what would happen if Dale thought I was slacking.

Tears dripped from my eyes. Dale looked down at me. I had hoped he would show me pity, but instead the only emotion on his face was disgust. He made me continue licking for only a short while longer until he got bored of watching me. Returning his feet to the ground, he went over to the kitchen and started to prepare himself breakfast.

I waited patiently for him to finish preparing his french toast. It looked absolutely wonderful. My mouth started watering as I smelled its sweet aroma in the air. Dale brought the delicious plate of cinnamon goddess to the dining room table, and as I watched him measure off a miniscule piece of it with a ruler and hand it to me. I should have felt more insulted, but I was honestly just glad I was being fed at all.

“Thank you for feeding me master. Am I really allowed to have this?”

Dale put on an almost comically fake smile. I could almost feel the degrading mockery emanating from that artificial smile slap me across the face.

“Of course, madam! After all, it’s my job as your caretaker to make sure you don’t starve!”

The dripping sarcasm in the word “madam” eroded my very soul. How far had I fallen from grace that I couldn’t even be treated with respect without it being a sick joke?

I watched as he voraciously devoured his share. Watching his powerful jaws rip and tear the sweetened bread apart made me think back to the times my husband would scarf down tiny after tiny in front of me. But my husband always swallowed tinies whole. I didn’t imagine Dale would extend his victims the same luxury. I imagined how torturous it would feel to be ground up in Dale’s maw. As if he could sense my fear, Dale stared down at me.

Our eyes locked for a moment, and then Dale left the living room to continue eating in my living room. He always made an effort to show me that he didn’t need my permission or my supervision as he went from place to place within the house. He knew that my apartment was only mine in theory, but in practice it was his. Just like everything I had was his in practice to use as he saw fit. After all, what was I going to do to stop him?

I realize that he can use his physical might to overpower my pathetically small form, and I realize that he could simply crush the life out of me if I ever disobeyed him. I just wish he would look in his heart and try to see things from my point of view.

Pretty hot start so far. Look forward to seeing more!

@sally-g

Thanks! I really had fun designing the world, even though we didn’t really see that much of it, and I definitely want to revisit this scenario sometime in the future when I have a little more experience under my belt.

Gerald sat the roof down on the road with a clatter. It hit the ground so hard some of the shingles slid out of place. Not calling to have that taken care of would be a violation, but Angie figured Gerald would have that taken care of later, as it was his fault for removing the roof. Either way, she decided that it would be best for her chances of success to not bring that up just yet.

“Let’s see, what do we have inside? What do we have here?”

Without warning, Gerald picked Angie up and lifted her up to the second floor so quickly Angie almost got sick. Putting her down in the guest bedroom, he pointed at the wall.

“You’ve used Sapphire Blue to paint the walls in here. That’s not allowed under the terms of your lease. Your wall is either supposed to be Sky Blue or Teal if you wanted to paint it blue.”

“Wait, this has to be a mistake! I’m certain I didn’t color the guestroom the wrong color! You must have gotten the colors mixed up!”

Gerald opened up his briefcase and pulled a color sample sheet from inside. Holding the sheet to the wall, it became clear that the color was slightly off. Defeated, Angie realized she wasn’t going to get out of this mess without a fine. She was about to promise to get the color fixed and ask for leniency, when the word “appalling” escaped Gerald’s mouth. His hand gripped one of the walls tightly enough that cracks started to appear along the top. Startled, Angie dashed out of the room as the house shook. She turned around to see Gerald had ripped a huge section of the wall out of the guest bedroom.

Angie was crestfallen. Not only was she failing the inspection, but Gerald was now ripping her home apart. It took everything in her not to burst into tears on the spot.

“Wait, stop! I can just repaint the walls! Just give me a little time! You can’t destroy my home! Where will I go!?!”

Gerald stopped for a second and reached into his carrying case and pulled out a set of keys. Even in normal sized hands, the keys would have looked a bit on the small side. In Gerald’s humongous grip it almost looked comical. He handed the keys to Angie.

“I’ve already planned some accommodations for you. After all, a lady as lovely and beautiful as you shouldn’t have to live in a house this squalid. It’s going to be that large house on the other side of the swimming area. It may be a little large, but I’ve personally seen to it that it’s up to code for tiny residents. The second floor even has a wonderful view of the swimming pool. I know you always love watching me swim in the afternoon. You don’t need to hide it! You’ve never been terribly good at hiding it anyway. Who knows? Maybe if you’re a good guest during your stay at my abode, you’ll get to see something a little more than you get to see at the pool.”

Angie just stared at the keys dumbfounded. She had played out how this inspection would turn out in her head countless times, but never had she considered that she might be invited to live with Gerald. She looked up at Gerald, watching his powerful muscles rip up wall after wall as though it was just putty.

“How long will I be staying with you?”

“It could be a while. After all, look at that stain in the carpet! What if that water damage compromised the structural integrity of the floor?”

There was indeed a water damage stain in the middle of the 2nd floor foyer from a leak in the ceiling from a huge storm. Angie had no luck in removing it no matter what she tried, but given that it wasn’t near any windows, she figured Gerald wouldn’t notice, not realizing he would remove the roof.

Gerald pressed down on the stain with his index finger. The floor creaked under the strain. He put a little of his weight into it and poked right through. He started plowing his finger through the second floor, tearing at it to reveal the first floor. Angie’s mind could barely process what was going on. She wanted to say something to Gerald, but the only words that came out of her mouth were “the roof”. Gerald turned around.

“The roof. Some of the shingles are missing. That should have been reported to the HOA, but it wasn’t”

Gerald smiled. He turned so his body faced the roof sitting beside him. His foot winded behind him. His foot hung in the air, dramatically enough that Angie couldn’t look away. When Gerald knew his spectator was watching, his foot swung forward with all his might. The wood splintered, the shingles shattered into dust, and the entire roof went soaring into the air, landing in a heap five houses down.

Angie couldn’t believe what she had just said. She couldn’t believe what Gerald had just done. And she couldn’t believe the goofy grin spreading across her face. “My new sound system as well. I haven’t been playing it at full volume, but if I did, I’m sure I’d get a noise complaint!”

Gerald’s fingers prowled the first floor, knocking down everything in their path until they found their target. The sound system was incredibly large, weighing almost as much as Angie herself, but Gerald lifted it out of the house between his thumb and index finger and brought it to eye level with Angie. Then, with a tiny squeeze compressed it into a tiny metallic disc. Angie’s breathing sped up as a warm feeling built up in her stomach

“The window in the entranceway isn’t fitted right either. It lets in a huge draft into the house.”

This was untrue, but Gerald didn’t bother to confirm. With a playful flick, he shattered the window, took a large chunk out of the wall, and knocked the front door off its hinges. By the end, Angie’s home looked like a demolition site, which in many ways it was.

“Well, Mr. Burr-, I mean Gerald. I guess I’m going to have to stay with you for a while. It seems my house is going to take a long time to repair.”

Gerald gave a devious grin. “A long time? Look at this place. The entire structure is unstable!” Gerald slipped his right shoe off and rested his socked foot on top of the crumbling building. The husk of a home buckled beneath him.

“Why even the slightest breeze could make …”

creeeeaaaaak

“… it …”

grooooaaaan

“… COLLAPSE!”

BWOOOOOOOSSSHHHHH

With that, what was left of Angie’s abode disappeared beneath his sole. Nothing remained of her home except debris stuck to the bottom of Geralds sock. He lifted his foot and playfully scrunched his toes, sending the dusty refuge careening down into the now vacant lot. In the course of less than an hour, Angie had lost everything she had ever owned.

And she couldn’t be happier.

Gerald bent over and brought his hand down until the back of his palm rested on the ground. Angie, getting the hint, climbed onto his fingers. He lifted her up onto his shoulder. She had not quite gotten accustomed to being lifted up and down by Gerald so quickly, but knew she would have plenty of opportunity to get used to it.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m absolutely exhausted from all the work I had to do! Let’s head home so I can show you around your new living quarters!”

Angie smiled with a radiant joy she hadn’t felt in a long time. She cuddled against Gerald’s curly locks as she basked in the warmth of his body. For the first time since she got the letter that her house was getting inspected, her heart and mind felt at ease.

“Lets!”

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So what does everybody think of this one? I wanted to try a more wholesome spin on the giant destroying a building story and this is what I ended up coming up with.