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S+P 32 - Showing Our True Colors

Along with today’s chapter I also wanted to give the head’s up that I’m having a medical procedure tomorrow. It shouldn’t cause any kind of hiatus (because that would be terrible timing with how things are going in the story), but if I end up going quiet for a few days then that’s why!

Chapter 35
Aiden

Every time I visit this lab it looks slightly different. But I don’t really look around anyway, just have a general sense of it by now. My attention is on that birdcage in the middle of the room.

The door is closed this time. And it’s not empty. There’s a figure inside it, sitting on the floor, hunched over. Her clothes are simple, with no metal parts as per her instructions - a light blue shirt, cotton black shorts, simple tan flats. Just like that day…

I’m stepping forward and Evie sits up. She turns to face me, looking unnaturally large compared to what I’ve gotten used to, even as she’s sitting on the floor at my feet. She doesn’t say anything but gives me a pleading look, fingers intertwining with the metal bars.

As if it appeared out of nowhere, I notice a metal structure right next to me. A control panel of some kind, eerily similar to one I have experience with. There’s a display at the very top with the words “Subject: E. Ondine.” I see a lot of green lights across the surface of the panel. I know that it means the subject is fully calibrated. That the solution is loaded and ready for vaporization. There’s a comedically joystick-shaped lever beckoning my attention. With swift confidence I do the unforgivable.

The moment I’ve lowered the lever Evie gasps and shoves against the bars, pushing herself to her feet and stumbling back to the center of the cage. But it’s already too late. Even her full standing height would barely reach my chin now. And then mere seconds later the collar of her shirt slips off of one shoulder.

I step over to her prison, putting my own hands up on the bars as I gawk at the shrinking woman within. Her clothes appear to have a mind of their own, shifting and taking up more space over her skin. Her shorts fall to her feet, though her giant shirt is long enough to cover her thighs now, provided she manages to keep it on. And she certainly is trying, holding the expanding fabric against her as it overflows over her clenched arms.

It’s her shoes that get the best of her as she tries to take a step back and trips instead. She loses grip on her shirt and even as she struggles to get back to her feet, the fabric devours her. I lose sight of the unfortunate girl as her head dips past the collar and her feet slink under the hem.

I want to see her. I pull on the door of the cage and it swings open with ease. I lightly put one foot in and stare at the pile of clothing on the floor, taking a moment to locate the protruding hump that doesn’t even reach up to my knee now. With more self-assurance I bring in the other foot, stepping closer, and the obscured shrinking victim jumps at the sound of shoe hitting metal. Taking care not to make any more sudden sounds, I crouch before the small mound of fabric.

Finding the edge of the shirt, I slip a hand underneath and my fingers slide over something warm. I continue edging them upwards, along the impossibly little legs, until I feel her hips. I then eagerly encircle her waist into my fist and pull her out of the soft fabric trap. I haven’t allowed myself to lust after her like this for so long… And now I know what she looks like naked.

I estimate she’s no bigger than a foot tall at this point, and she’s still shrinking, albeit much slower now. Evie looks up at me wide-eyed, chest heaving, her little hands clutching my wrist, her hair disheveled from her time imprisoned in her own clothing. My monkey brain directs my eyes straight to her breasts, so small but so perfect, solidifying my erection in an instant. I take in her entire form at my leisure as she does nothing to stop me, just maintains that same pleading look on her face.

Finally, she speaks. “Aiden,” she says in a plaintive sigh, her hands gripping me tighter before they shift farther along my forearm, making her lean forward. She’s already lost another inch just from the time I’ve been staring at her.

Nothing to say but an echo of the sentiment. “Evie…” I whisper, and I bring my free hand right up to her face. I run my thumb along her cheek, and as I cup her head against my palm I can feel it getting smaller still.

“Please,” she says, leaning further down against my arm, and she’s trying to pry herself forward, climbing up and out of my clutches. I loosen my grip and with greater ease she clambers aboard, crawling on hands and knees until she reaches my elbow. Her bare rear sways as she tries to keep her balance, and finally she grabs onto the sleeve of my shirt to hoist herself to standing. She wavers precariously on my forearm - all it would take is me straightening out my elbow and she would fall right off.

Her head doesn’t reach my shoulder, she must be under seven inches tall now. She tries standing on her tiptoes to get closer to my face, even as the shrinking process takes her farther away.

“Please,” she says again, “I need you.”

She’s now attempting to climb the fabric of my shirt, and in my surprise from her suddenly latching on, I lose my balance from my crouching position. I fall into a seat, my back hitting the metal bars of the birdcage. Evie lets out a precious little yelp as this makes her lose her grip and she slides down my chest, down the length of my abdomen, coming to a stop right at my crotch. Undeterred by the lump that swells underneath her, she pushes herself back to her knees and starts crawling up again, like a determined mountain climber.

But I decide to help her out this time. I put my hand right behind her as she reaches my stomach, and for a moment I just compare her against it. She’s no longer as tall as the full length of my hand, though still taller than all of my fingers. Maybe five inches? Still, it’s incredibly easy to just scoop her right onto my palm.

I bring her all the way up to my face. “So beautiful,” I mutter, practically whining with desire.

“I need you,” she repeats, and this time it’s with a wistful whine as well. Longing. Blushing. Perhaps the slightest hint of a smile. At least I hope so.

Because I don’t hesitate. I pull her in, straight to my mouth. Her naked body crashes against my lips and I breathe her in as she writhes against my skin. I kiss every dwindling inch of her, and the warm feminine curves feel like heaven. She becomes pliant, save for the intentional wriggle, and her small moans of pleasure fill the air. I feel every part of her with my fingers, manipulating her position with ease.

And she’s still shrinking. Smaller, smaller, smaller as I kiss her. She’s melting away, becoming an increasingly familiar size in an unfamiliar situation, until she stops at her normal three inches. As if this is what she was always meant to be. I tilt my head back and dangle her above me, my lips unrelenting against her stomach, until my mouth parts and one of her legs slips right inside. I gently close my teeth around the tiny limb, press my tongue along the length of it. I can feel every curve and her little toes tickle my taste buds.

It just makes me hungry for more. I guide her other leg over and she gasps as she slides further inside. Soon she’s gripping my bottom lip and pressing her face against it as I undulate my tongue across her entire body. I’m drunk with the feeling of her taste, her shape, her warmth, her moans. I can do whatever I want to her right now. She’s just so fucking small.

Out of nowhere, Evie goes stiff. And then something changes. In the silence I hear her softly say, “Stop.”

I’m not listening, too infatuated with my ability to feel all of her at once. She abruptly starts thrashing her legs, and then pushes against my bottom teeth to wrench her top half out of my mouth.

“Aiden!” she says more insistently, and she no longer has a sighing, whining tone anymore. Slightly annoyed, I bring my fingers up to pinch her body, my tongue releasing its grip on her. I’m still filled with arousal, though, and ready to take this in whatever new, sexy direction she wants.

But when I hold her out in front of me, her eyes are wide with horror. She starts kicking, writhing, screaming. I jerk back in surprise, but there’s nowhere for me to go as my spine just hits the metal bars again. The door to the birdcage swings shut with a loud clang, trapping us both inside and making my heart pound with sudden panic.

It’s like everything comes into focus. I’m not in a lab. I’m on the couch in my living room. That really is Evie that I’m holding.

And she really is shrieking my name in terror.

I almost drop her. I bolt upright, mirroring her fear as I stare wide-eyed at my tiny friend in incredible distress between my fingers. Without saying a word, I swing her over to the side and carefully dump her onto the ottoman before my hand swiftly retreats, snapping back as if she were made of hot coals.

The room is spinning. I can’t make sense of anything. Where did the dream end and reality began? I can’t believe I fell asleep. Stupid stupid, stupid!

“D-did I hurt you?” I manage to choke out.

Evie’s shakily getting to her feet, looking dizzy and out of breath. “I don’t… I don’t think so.”

But despite what she’s saying, she’s trembling and clutching her arms around herself, and when she takes a step backwards, her leg stiffens up and she winces. I notice that as she tries to get her bearings again, she’s distinctively avoiding my gaze.

“Shit…” I whisper, and my voice gradually grows in strength and emotion, “Shit. I’m sorry, Evie… God, I’m so sorry, what did I just do?!”

“I don’t…” she says, squeezing her eyes shut for a second, “I’m so confused right now.” It’s like our very foundation is cracking beneath us. She lets out an awkward laugh, like she’s hoping that whatever is going on is one big joke. “Is this because you saw me naked or…?”

My blood runs cold. “What do you mean?” I say without a hint of laughter, “Seriously, what did I do?”

“You don’t remember any of that?” Finally she looks at me and I take in her frantically bewildered state. “Your eyes were open!”

No, I can’t remember, I can’t differentiate what was real. Fuck, I didn’t actually put her in my mouth, did I? One look tells me that no, she’s dry, but the relief is little comfort.

I bury my face in my hands, trying to summon memories that are out of reach. “I was… I was half there. Not even that. It’s a total blur…”

“S-so you were sleep talking too?”

“What?!” I drop my hands again. “What did I say?”

“It… it didn’t make sense…”

I don’t think she means to be so cryptic, she looks like she’s trying to sort things out just as I am. But my lack of understanding in what physically transpired is driving me insane. I brace my unsteady hands onto the edge of the ottoman and use it as leverage to lower myself to the floor in front of her.

Her startled reaction, the way she takes a few fearful steps backwards, makes me all the more desperate. I remember back when I accidentally whacked her during our board game night. This is worse. Way worse. I’m nothing but a threat to her, aren’t I? A complete menace.

“Whatever I said, whatever I did, I didn’t mean it!” I plead, “I’ve just been so out of it, I’ve been so exhausted, it… it’s no excuse, but…” My voice gives out then as I’m at a loss for how to handle this.

She’s continuing to clutch her arms around herself, her wide eyes on full alert. She seems to understand just how lost I am and tries to explain. “You just… grabbed me. It wasn’t for very long, and it wasn’t that hard, you weren’t crushing me or anything. But it was just so… different from usual. Everything was so…”

She falters and I realize in that moment that she’s specifically covering up her chest. Her thighs are firmly clenched together. Her eyes begin drifting down, and it’s not to the floor but… along my body. In all of the commotion I hadn’t even thought about hiding my erection. It’s completely gone at this point, but who’s to say it wasn’t in full view when I had her helplessly pinned between my fingers?

Her eyes snap back up, and there’s a hardness there. A pointed accusation. “Aiden… what’s going on?”

Fuck.

I slide my hands off the ottoman so that she can’t see how much they’re shaking. But it’s impossible to hide anything from her. I’m just too big, her eyes are too keen, her mind too sharp. I almost try anyway, desperately wishing I could just act dumb and sweep this all under the rug somehow. I don’t know exactly what I said in my sleep, how damning it really was, maybe there’s a way out of this.

But I can see it in her eyes - she knows I’m hiding something. I’ve been hiding it for far too long, suppressing my urges and pushing my body to the limit, and it’s going to destroy everything we have if I don’t do something. Despite the absolute dread in me right now… I owe it to her to come clean.

“U-um,” I croak, trying to figure out where to start. I’ve never talked to anyone about this stuff before. I attempt to take a deep breath in and let it out in an unsettled sigh. “I’m going to… try and explain something. It might sound… really, really weird…" Another breath, even less steady. "So, uh… believe it or not… ever since I was a little kid, I would dream about what it would be like to… to have a tiny friend.”

Jesus Christ, am I really doing this right now? I push on, trying to find a momentum, to rip this out of me as fast as possible.

“I’d pretend my action figures would come to life, or that my blaster toys were shrink rays, just that kind of kid stuff. Eventually I started figuring out that my fascination with the idea was a little different. That everyone around me wasn’t quite on the same page as I was. As I grew older, that fascination… matured. I’d have a crush on a girl and fantasize about what it would be like if she were small. I discovered websites online with like-minded people and realized I wasn’t alone. I eventually just accepted that some of the wires got crossed in my brain. It became a bit of a… a kink, I guess. A fetish.”

I try to catch my breath, feeling raw after revealing so much forbidden information about myself. My mouth is dry and I’m fixating Evie’s face as if waiting for her to explode at me. She’s listening intently, a slight frown on her face, but otherwise she looks nothing but perplexed. I wish she would say something. I try to fill the silence with my voice that’s getting shakier by the second.

“S-so it’s been… a little weird, having you around, it’s been… wonderful, just like one of my childhood fantasies, but… but I’ve also been trying to… to suppress all that, since I… I care about you, as a person, more than anything else…”

I trail off, and all I can hear is my heartbeat pounding in my ears. I don’t even know if I’m quite explaining this right. I’m probably coming off as a complete freak. The foundational cracks are spreading, splitting the walls around us. Please. Say something.

And she eventually does, her mouth opening and closing a couple of times. “That, uh…” she says, pausing before trying again, “There’s a lot to unpack there. But that’s just… kind of an insane coincidence, isn’t it?”

I hold completely still. I’ve stopped breathing. The hardness in her eyes is back. The frown deepens, the defensive tension in her posture enough to chain me to the floor. I stare in fear at the girl I adore and it feels as if the cracks in the walls just keep spider webbing all around me and the sky threatens to collapse.

Evie sets her jaw and her voice stays oddly calm. “Unless it’s… not a coincidence that I’m here?”

Oh no.

God, please, no. Not this.

That’s when I begin to fall apart.

@Olo Had to go for those Tinkerbell vibes!

Chapter 38
Evie

I hoist my toothpaste cap full of water up my makeshift posted note stairs, careful not to lose my balance. Once I make it to the ceramic rim, I dump the few drops of moisture over the edge, onto the soil of the basil plant. I then climb up into the pot to get an idea of how dry the rest of the dirt is. Mild trauma isn’t an excuse to shirk on my self-appointed chores. Even if my ribs are still a little sore from last night.

I’ve actually been keeping myself busier than ever today. If I stay still then my mind starts going. Better to move my body instead, it’s less painful that way. I’ve already thoroughly cleaned the inside of my bathroom and done a batch of laundry.

I’ve been meaning to clean my geode lately too, so now’s as good a time as any. I spend some time admiring the pet rock as I get to work. The level of detail hidden in the amethyst is one of the few things that makes me appreciate my small size. The colors in these crystals aren’t just solid and even, they’re complicated and varied, like pigment blooming in water, purple clouds frozen in time. Every time I run a tissue over the beautiful facets, I see new intricacies I’d never noticed before.

My admiration gets interrupted by a buzz from my phone. I hurry over to it - I was expecting this, but Moira’s calling a little earlier than anticipated. I slide my palm across the screen to accept the call.

“Hello?” I say tentatively. I haven’t talked on the phone since shrinking and I’m not sure how much to project. “Can you hear me?”

“Yup! It’s as if you were here,” my friend responds. I smile and collapse into a seat next to the screen. I hadn’t realized how tired I was from all the running around I’ve been doing today. It feels so good to hear Moira’s voice.

“How’s the setup going?” I ask.

“It’s all ready to go! First panel starts in a couple of hours. Then I’ll just be at my booth for most of the weekend. Do you two have any fun plans now that Aiden’s done with finals?”

“Oh, um… That’s a good question! I guess that means we don’t, since I… don’t have an answer.”

I just sounded incredibly awkward, and even though she can’t see me she immediately picks up on it. “Uhh. You feeling okay?”

Kicking myself, I end up wincing in defeat. “Sorry, Mo, I’m kinda going through something, but I feel bad bringing it up when you’re still in the middle of all your stuff…”

“No, no, it’s alright! I finally have some free time now, what’s up?”

I recount the harrowing tale. Not all of it - I remove all of the sexual overtones and don’t mention anything about Aiden’s kink. I just go through the sweet intimacy of our cuddling, the accidental falling asleep… and the grabbing.

“He feels so bad about it,” I lament, “Even though it’s not really his fault. But I mean, yeah, I was… very scared.”

The voice on the other end is quiet for a little bit, until I hear a sound of frustration. “Damn. That just sucks. It sucks that you guys have to be so freaking careful all the time.”

“Tell me about it,” I grumble.

“And we can’t just, like, put you in a bubble. I’m sure he’ll be way more mindful after this, but… I can understand that must have been terrifying.”

It’s like I can almost feel her hand holding mine in support. Except in my head I’m imagining her hand to be the same size as mine. Which is nowhere near the truth.

I hate this. I’m so sick of being this small and weak and worthless. Everything would be easier if I could just be big again. I could take care of myself. I could go back to school, make more friends. I could finally embrace Aiden fully, and he wouldn’t have to hold back in fear of hurting me. I could figure out if he likes me - for me, not for my shrunken state. I could get my freedom back.

“I just wish things could be simpler,” I lament with a waver in my voice.

Moira sighs, and as if she was reading my mind she says, “And there’s nothing we can do to get you back to normal? We’re sure this is permanent?”

It makes sense that I keep stumbling into this topic, but it makes me tense up every time. “I mean, yeah, in theory,” I respond, “According to the scientist’s notes it is, from what he had developed…”

Well, the notes that we currently have say that, in that one journal Aiden was able to obtain. There are still so many unknowns with Dr. Little. So many questions that I can’t afford to get answers to. But this conversation is making it really difficult to keep my head stuck in the sand.

We talk for a little bit longer, ending on a good note by making plans for when she comes back in a couple of days. After I hang up, I sit in silence for a good long while.

Alright. Fine. Let’s actually think about this.

What are the odds that the technology to restore me already exists, even if incomplete? I take the time since I’m sitting at my phone anyway to do some Googling and find out what I can about Dr. Little. Every police report and news article about the fire that happened at the lab keeps the burn victim anonymous. I find many medical doctors by the names of “Charles Little” but no one remotely familiar. I spend a lot of time digging through any kind of article or event post or scientific journal that I can find that mentions the laboratory. Nothing comes of it. It doesn’t mean he didn’t have a second base of operations or something. But at this point I feel like the likelihood of another machine that can reverse the shrinking just sitting around somewhere is very low.

Okay well, barring that, what would the first step even be to try and fix me? Go to a hospital? Maybe they’d actually keep my information private? But surely there isn’t some magical cure in the form of medicine for this. Maybe they’d be able to run tests of some kind, but even by the time we’d get to that point there would be several more people who’d learn of my existence.

There’s no way my picture doesn’t end up somewhere or that word doesn’t spread. There’s no way the cops don’t find out. Aiden would still be with me though… right? Is it worth the risk to try?

Fear finally slips into the driver’s seat. Before I know it, I’m curled up in the fetal position and rocking back and forth with my eyes squeezed shut. My fingertips are going numb and I feel like I can hardly breathe. I keep trying to come back up to the surface and reason through this but I’m drowning. There’s no way. There’s just no way.

And with that I have my answer. I stay. As long as I’m able, I have to stay here. Which feels like a more desperate need than ever now that Aiden’s mentioned the concept of me moving out. He just said it for my sake, to make sure I feel comfortable after what happened. But I’ve had previous experience with getting kicked out and abandoned. And even just the suggestion, the slightest possibility of him asking me to leave… I have to avoid that outcome at all costs.

I curse my weakness, inside and out. And I’ve let myself sink deep enough into this state that it takes me a long time to wrestle the lid back on. For a good twenty minutes I just gaze at my phone. Staring at a picture of the lab where my life came to a standstill.

In spite of everything… I’m just wishing Aiden were here right now. He might have freaked me out last night, but I was being truthful when I told him I don’t want to lose what we had. I wish I could rewind back to the moment when I was laying on his chest and he was stroking my back, and that I could just have it so that he didn’t end up dozing off. How would we have ended up instead? I yearn to know the answer to that, so much…

Thankfully I manage to pick up the pieces of myself before my roommate gets home. I don’t quite find the desperate vigor that I had this morning that got me through my chores, but I’m at least on my feet with dry eyes.

As soon as the giant comes into the apartment and puts his stuff down, he wanders my way. He doesn’t sit at the chair, just leans his arms over the backrest. Despite him keeping his distance, though, his smile is warm.

“How was the day?” I ask as cheerfully as I can.

“Long. But not bad.” He shifts in place, looking slightly distracted as he reaches for his pants pocket. “You?”

“About the same. At least it’s the weekend?” I’m surprised to see his wallet in his hands - he’s pulling out a note. It’s been a while.

“Yup, there is that,” he says, casually reaching over to drop the folded paper into our mailbox. “You okay with soup for dinner?”

“Yeah, sounds great.”

As soon as he pivots to head for the kitchen, I immediately turn my attention to the gift. Feeling a lot more self conscious than I usually would, I tiptoe my way over and pick up the message, tucking the bulky paper under one arm. I go hide behind my bathroom before I unfold it and read avidly.

Hey you. I missed us writing like this. There’s just something about us talking on paper. This way it doesn’t matter what we look like or sound like or anything else. Just two people sharing our thoughts. It’s nice.

Having said that, I’m sitting here at work and wishing I could see you instead! Let’s decide on which show we want to watch soon. I think we still have some popcorn in the cupboard!

Aiden

Even though the scrap of paper is as big as I am, I gather it up in my arms and hold it against me, burying my face into it. I sit there for a while, until I hear booming footsteps starting to return.

I come out and beam at Aiden when he sits down. “Popcorn sounds great!” I exclaim.

“Okay, cool! Let’s see how much of it I burn this time,” he chuckles as he transfers my tiny bowl of tomato soup from his plate to my table. “Oh whoops, I forgot your bread on the counter, be right back.”

“That’s alright!” I say hurriedly before he has a chance to move, "I can just grab some from yours, if you don’t mind?” I’ve already taken a few steps towards his plate as I look up at him hopefully.

“S-sure,” Aiden responds with a nod, though I notice in his subtle movements that he’s pulling back as I approach.

I do wonder what goes on inside his head. Is the mere sight of me… distracting? Well, not me, but rather my smallness. I don’t know, right now he just looks intimidated.

“Am I scaring you?" I ask as I reach his plate, half teasing but half earnest.

“No," he says quickly, looking a bit embarrassed now. “If I’m being honest… I think I’m just scared of myself.”

The edge of the plate is as high as my waist, meaning I have to hoist myself up in order to climb aboard. His king mattress-sized slice of bread is right in front of me, so I go ahead and tear off a tiny piece for myself as I try to come up with what to say.

“Just think about your track record," I offer. “I still trust you, okay? We can take baby steps.”

“Right… Thank you. I’ll get there."

Like a figure coming out of a fog, a look of determination appears on Aiden’s face as he moves a little closer. One hesitant finger makes its way to where I’m standing, curving around behind me to gingerly press against the back of my shoulders. It’s not unlike an arm draping around them in a light hug. The gentle point of contact gives us the strength to share a smile. I don’t care what I know now, this doesn’t feel like some kind of perverted touch.

He moves his hand away but keeps it in the vicinity, shifting the finger to line up with his plate, just behind my feet. I glance down and realize he’s offering me some help in climbing back off the dish now that my hands are full. Accepting gratefully, I step onto the pad of the digit and maintain my balance as the narrow platform lowers me the short distance down.

As I head back towards my own table where the rest of my meal is waiting, I take notice of my phone just beyond. The screen is black now, but I remember the image that was on there last. During the time that I was sitting and staring at it earlier, I had come up with an idea that I decide to bring up now.

“Hey, um…" I start as I turn back towards my giant friend. He acknowledges me with a slight raising of the eyebrows. “So I’ve thought about it. What I think you can help me with. If that’s still okay.”

Aiden perks up at this, looking pleasantly surprised. “Oh, yeah! Of course, anything. What do you need?"

I give him a long, hard look before I answer. “Closure."

@Olo YES. I’m biased because I’m very nostalgic for it and had a huge crush on Jeremy Sumpter who played Peter (we’re almost the exact same age lol). But I do think it’s worth a watch, and the way he cradles Tink in a scene towards the end still makes me melt~

Chapter 39
Aiden

Damnit. I just had to tell her I would do anything she wanted, didn’t I? Even something that makes me as nervous as this. But not only do I owe her, refusing her this thing in particular would have been problematic.

After we discuss it and finish up dinner, I change into a shirt with a pocket so that Evie can join me for our newly planned outing. But then there’s the issue of transferring her into it. I haven’t actually held her since last night. I gulp nervously and almost just awkwardly offer her my hand, but then I decide to take a stab at talking through it instead.

“So, er, tell me… What’s the best way for me to pick you up?” I ask, crouching beside her on the desk. “How can I make sure you feel comfortable after yesterday?”

Evie looks a little taken aback and soon her nervousness matches mine. “Oh, uh, thanks for asking. I guess it depends,” she says, “Because… one thing I still don’t really understand is how um… What exactly gets you… excited? You know?”

Right. It’s a fair question and I have no idea how to answer it. This is so embarrassing… Come on, man, communicate. You can do this.

“It’s not quite like that,” I try, “I won’t lie, I do like holding you, but it’s not like I’m… constantly excited or anything. It’s not that extreme. For the most part it just kinda… makes me feel all warm and bubbly inside?”

To my immense relief, she actually smiles at this. “Okay. That’s not so bad. In that case I don’t see why we can’t do what we did before? Maybe just don’t grab me around the waist for a little while?”

Whew. This is working. Just gotta rebuild that bridge between us, one piece at a time. “Sure thing,” I say, finally laying my hand down beside her. “Baby steps?”

“Baby steps,” she agrees as she hops right on.

I smile, still feeling awkward as I lift her up and help her inside my pocket. But then we’re off.

It’s a little chilly outside in the evening air so I’m glad I chose a long-sleeve shirt. I’m a bit worried about my small friend, though. At home she uses a blanket to stay warm when she needs to - since we were coming up on summer, she hasn’t sewn any colder weather clothes yet. I guess we’ve never really gone out in the evenings before… I wish I was taking her somewhere a little more fun tonight instead.

She shifts restlessly against my chest, the lightest of sensations that I’ve grown so familiar with. It’s really nice. Comforting, even. Admitting to her how her stature makes me feel didn’t exactly make the feelings go away, they’re just as strong as ever.

I will say this, though. I’m still ashamed of it all, and it’s still a struggle to openly talk about it. But the more time passes, the more I feel like telling her my darkest secret has taken some sort of weight off of me. It’s like subconsciously I knew that she would find out eventually, and now I’m just relieved that it’s behind me. I survived it, she doesn’t seem to hate me… and maybe we can actually move on from this.

After a few blocks, I slow my walking to a stop, gazing up at the building just ahead.

“We’re here,” I whisper to my chest. “No one’s around.”

Evie carefully sticks her head out, being very furtive even though the street is deserted. I hear her blow out an exhale to steady her nerves as she takes in the view. She hasn’t seen the lab since the day she shrank.

“See? There’s still caution tape all over the front,” I say, pointing. “Don’t think we’re allowed to go in but… I can try and open the door?”

“No, I don’t want to get you in trouble for trespassing,” she responds with a head shake, “It definitely looks locked anyway.”

“Probably. According to the website it won’t be open until at least September, but that’s already the second time they’ve pushed it back. Judging by the damage I saw, I don’t see them reopening any time soon.”

She’s quiet for a little bit. I’m hoping this was enough and we can head back now - being here makes me feel tense. But I’m trying not to rush her. Agreeing to bring her here was my chance to prove that I really do want to help get her back to normal. And it’s true, I do, but I don’t think this is going to accomplish anything. I doubt Evie thinks it will either. Still, I can understand her need to see this for herself.

To my surprise, though, she has a different idea. “When you went to see it last time, you said you saw some sunlight coming in through the wall, right? Because of the damage?”

“…Yeah?”

“So do you think we could see the crack from the outside?”

I try to repress my sigh. “Maybe if we go down that alley… You said you don’t want me to get in trouble?”

“It’s not the same as trying to get in, right? You’d just be passing through.”

I grit my teeth and start walking. “Okay, sure. Let’s go check it out.”

It’s even darker in the alleyway with only the faint residual glow of the already-set sun. But due to the white wall of the building, I quickly find the charred exterior of the lab room of our nightmares. And sure enough, there’s a massive crack running from the ground up to just above my head, creating the occasional hole in the wall.

I pause to peer through one of these gaps. There must be a hallway lit up somewhere else in the building so that the room isn’t pitch black, but it’s still quite dark. From the little I can make out I’m shocked to see the space is in just as much disarray as it was the day after the fire.

“Could I take a look?” Evie asks, standing on her tiptoes but unable to see anything for herself from her spot.

I have to steel myself before I tug down on the edge of my pocket, and then I slip a couple of fingers inside for her to step onto before I gingerly bring her out. It’s so weird, normally these gestures are second nature to me now. But I’m still a little paranoid about touching her, as if my own body might betray me again at any second if I’m not mindful.

Cupping both hands together, I lift her up so that she’s level with the hole I was just looking through. She leans her hands on the tips of my fingers as she looks inside, her head turning from one side to the other.

“You weren’t kidding,” she says, “It’s literally rubble.”

“Yeah, I’m surprised they haven’t cleaned any of it up. Surely they’re done with whatever investigation they were doing by now?”

“Still, maybe they missed something,” Evie wonders as she shifts to the side along my fingers, trying to get a better vantage point.

I hate to dash all her hopes but… “This place used to be crawling with cops. If anything of use survived the fire, there’s no way it’s still in there.”

“I don’t know, maybe he hid it really well. I was trying to look into the guy some more today, he was just so damn secretive… I don’t suppose you know which locker he used?”

“Pretty sure it was the one next to mine. Meaning it’s totally destroyed.”

“Figures.”

We spend another minute or so in silence and Evie looks like she’s running out of ideas. She sits back on her heels in my palm. I hold still and stay quiet to let her think through whatever she needs.

“Maybe if…” she says, peering back over my fingers to look down. There’s another gap about a foot below her and I start lowering my hands with the expectation that it’s where she wants to look next. But instead she points straight at my feet. “Could you put me down?”

“What?” I frown and reflexively take a step back from the wall. “On the ground?”

“Yeah… The crack goes all the way down, so I just wanted to look at it from a different angle…”

I glance around myself, towards each end of the alley. Still no one around, but I’m not sure how much longer our luck is going to hold. Not to mention the alleyway itself is pretty dingy, I worry about my tiny friend and her tiny bare feet. Maybe I’m being overly protective, but putting her on the concrete doesn’t feel like the safest thing.

“How about I just set my hands down and you take a peek?” I suggest as I start to crouch, “It looks kinda gross around here…”

“I’ll just take a bath when I get back,” she says, and she doesn’t give me the opportunity to protest as she slides right off my fingers before they even quite reach the ground.

“Careful, okay?” I hiss, cursing myself for bringing her down here and having to actively fight the urge to pick her right back up. But she ignores me, already walking closer to the crack in the wall to peer inside.

I glance around where she’s standing for any sign of danger - anything sharp or sticky or alive. Thankfully there’s nothing in the immediate vicinity. There’s another sizeable gap in the wall right in front of my face so I take a second to glance through there as well, wondering if she might have a point with getting a different perspective. But nothing’s any different - in fact, I can make out even less of the room from down here.

I look back at Evie and bite my lip as I notice she’s shivering. Just as I feared, she’s not equipped for the quickly cooling night air. I almost say something, just wanting to get out of here. But instead I flinch apprehensively as the tiny woman takes a step back and lays down onto her stomach as she continues to look through the hole that’s right at the base of the wall.

“Aiden!” she suddenly yells, startling me, “There’s something there!”

“What?!” Despite everything I get all the way down too, touching the side of my head to the concrete. “Where, what are you seeing?”

“I think it’s a flash drive!” she shouts, pointing, “I’m serious, it’s right there! It’s stuck under something.” She glances back at me then gets to her feet so that she can crouch and match my eye level. “Yeah you can’t see it from this high, but I swear it’s there.” And then to my horror she walks right towards the crevice that she could clearly squeeze through.

“Whoa, whoa, hold on!” I say, slipping my hand in front of her to block her path. I lift my head back up. “You can’t just wander around in there, that’s dangerous! Maybe if we come back tomo–”

“It’s right there!” Evie insists and she glares at me with a frustration that stops me short. “It’s just a few inches away, less than a foot I think. I’ll be careful, just please let me go grab it.”

Did she not just see the same scene I did? Precarious rubble, sharp twisted metal, shambled furniture and broken glass covering the floor? If anything were to happen with her in there, I wouldn’t be able to reach in and help.

She moves closer to me, touches my wrist, stares me down with a determination I’ve never seen from her before. “Let me do this.”

It would be so easy to refuse. I could pluck her right up, stuff her in my pocket and march straight home. There’s nothing she’d be able to do to stop me. It would take no effort. It would keep her safe.

I sigh heavily. And slide my hand out of the way.

@Olo Time to go spelunking! (ngl I was slightly worried about posting this as I didn’t even think about the fact that it’s potentially a little vore bait-y, I’ll see what kind of DMs I get on deviantart lol)

Chapter 2

My muscles are all tensed up as I open the door and peer inside. Alright, no room full of dudes ready to laugh at me. Just a very standard dorm setting - two beds, two desks, a shag green rug over the fake wood floor. And there he is, sitting at one of the desks, fiddling around with something on his laptop with his back facing me.

“Perfectly on time,” says Ryder without turning around, “At least one of us is capable of being punctual.”

I stare at the back of his head while standing in his doorway. Even his haircut is perfectly trimmed, the back of his neck smoothly shaved of any stray hairs. I’ve noticed this in the past, actually, that he doesn’t seem to have much hair on his body at all. I’ve since learned that apparently it’s quite common for even men to shave their limbs and chest if they’re swimmers - I guess to eliminate any extra drag in the water. As soon as I have that thought, my eyes linger on the back of his toned calves, one of which is splayed off to the side of the chair.

“Come sit.” My host turns his head halfway to me and motions his hand towards his nearby bed in invitation. Right. His bed. Not at all awkward.

It’s still not impossible that there are cameras around if this really is a prank, so I try to appear as aloof as possible as I step inside and let the door close behind me. I notice Ryder’s shoes are lined up right next to the door, so I follow his lead and step out of my sandals, and soon I feel the thick shag carpet under my feet as I step closer.

“So how come you were so late to class?” I ask casually as I take a seat and let my backpack slide off my shoulders.

He had gone back to briefly looking at his computer before he appears to finish up, and he shuts the laptop completely. He pivots in his chair to face me head on and gives me a wide, toothy smile.

“To give me an excuse to hang out with you?” he responds, cocking his head to the side ever so slightly.

Fuuuck. There’s no way he’s not messing with me. But I stay as calm and collected as possible, and I roll my eyes as if we were already on friendly terms. “Joke’s on you,” I say, “You’re going to get way less out of this lesson secondhand.”

“I look forward to it.”

I just can’t get a good read on this guy. I zip my backpack open to pull out my notebook and the textbook for the class, setting them beside me onto the bed. With one hand I open up my notes. With the other I nervously run a fingertip in a circle on the bed sheet, falling back on my habit of inspecting whatever’s near me.

I glance up at him and say, “You were there for the last class, right? When we first started discussing GDP?”

He watches me with that goddamn smile, and eventually instead of answering he lifts a hand and waggles it back and forth, as if to say “ehhh.”

“Do you even remember what GDP is?” I ask with barely masked exasperation.

“Hmm… Glorious Dollar Points?”

For a moment we’re just staring at each other. I search his expression, the veritable fortress of his gaze that conveys nothing except a mild amusement. Alright. He’s no longer playing along with whatever façade we started with. I’m not going to act like an idiot.

I snap my notebook shut and narrow my eyes at him. “You don’t actually want to study, do you?”

His eyes narrow too but in a more natural way as his smile widens and becomes a little more genuine. He leans forward in his chair, staring at me with such intensity that I can feel it in the pit of my stomach.

“No. I don’t,” he says.

I do my best not to squirm and blush. I’m suddenly finding myself having a hard time looking at him. “Why did you invite me over then?” I ask sheepishly.

“I want…” Ryder straightens up again so that he can sit back in his chair pensively instead. “…to get to know you a little better.”

I can’t help but laugh wryly and give him a look. “Seriously? Me?”

“Yes. You.” He crosses his arms, appearing to very much be enjoying this. “I’m curious about you.”

An odd thing to say about a girl whose name he had trouble remembering an hour ago. I sigh, convinced that he must still be messing with me for some reason, but I’m unable to resist continuing this conversation. “What do you want to know? I’m not that exciting.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I dunno… Accounting major. No real hobbies. I watch a lot of trash TV and don’t really get out all that much.”

He stares at me pointedly, and for the first time I’m seeing a shadow of a frown cross over his face. “Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Hide behind shit like that. You and I both know that’s not really who you are.”

I frown back. “Do we know that? What are you talking about?”

I’m starting to really think I shouldn’t be engaging with this, but then Ryder takes me by surprise as he leans forward again in his chair. “How tall are you, Isabelle?”

The question is abrupt. Weirdly casual. And yet incredibly oppressing. At least… it is to me. I balk and hesitate, a couple of quiet and confused sounds escaping the back of my throat.

“Wha… What does that have to do with anything?” I stutter.

His smile turns cocky. “You don’t want to answer me?”

My gaze crumbles to the ground like a house of cards in an earthquake. “I… I’m 5’10”…"

“That’s rather tall, isn’t it?”

I stare at my feet and mumble, “It’s… not compared to you…”

Every article I’ve seen that features him always mentions his 6’4" stature. It’s one of the reasons he’s a particularly good swimmer. Ugh, I hate that I know these odd bits of trivia about him and yet he couldn’t remember my name.

“That’s true.” To my shock, Ryder reaches his hand out, and I hadn’t realized how close he’d gotten. He’s able to reach me and touches the side of one finger just under my chin to forcefully lift my head up. He looks deep into my eyes as he asks with overflowing confidence, “Is that why you’re so taken with me?”

I jerk my face back, pulling away from him. “Excuse me?” I say with a nervous laugh, “Who said I was… Listen, just because you’re the big man on campus doesn’t mean I…”

I trail off. I feel not just confused at this point but embarrassed, and I’m getting agitated to the point of defensiveness. Meanwhile, the man sitting across from me looks completely unperturbed. He chuckles and grins as he puts his open hands up in surrender.

“Alright. Don’t worry… I like games.”

I exhale heavily and start quickly packing up my school supplies into my backpack as I grumble, “Listen, if you had me come over just so you can psychoanalyze me, I think I’ll just–”

Ryder stands up. From my position seated on the bed he looms over me easily, and I fall into silence as I blink up at him. There’s something particularly odd in the air now. I’m overcome with a weird calm. For some strange reason, I feel no inclination to move from this spot anymore.

I look up at him from around his stomach level and he smiles down at me in turn. He brings a hand to cup the side of my face. It feels intimately warm.

“Psychoanalyze you, huh? That’s not a bad idea. Let’s see…” He runs a thumb back and forth along my cheekbone with a slow, methodical rhythm. “You want to be an accountant. Maybe because you think that’s a well-paying but low-key, stable job, right? Every accounting major I’ve met wants that. Or they’re being forced into it by their parents.”

Ryder’s hand drifts down now, fingertips caressing the side of my neck. I shudder helplessly.

“You don’t share your true interests with anyone because you don’t want to stand out.”

He reaches the collar of my hoodie and gently tugs at it. He brings his other hand up too, to fiddle with my sleeve on the other side.

“You wear oversized clothing to make yourself look smaller, because you hate being taller than the average woman.”

Casually he takes the little elastic bands off the ends of my hair and starts running his fingers through the braids, softly teasing out the copper strands.

“You wear your hair in pigtails because you want to look younger and more innocent.”

Now that my hair sits unburdened just past my shoulders, Ryder seems satisfied, and a hand returns to my chin. He takes it softly, but there’s a firm dominance there as he makes me look at him.

“You want to be underestimated. To pass right under the radar. To not be seen.”

He’s starting to put a subtle pressure on my jaw, forcing me to sit up straighter.

“Only thing I’m left wondering is why that is.”

The upward force he’s putting on my chin gets to the point that I feel compelled to my feet. I don’t actually want to stand up, not now, I don’t want to be any higher. But I find some satisfaction in the fact that I still have to look up at him, and so I follow his lead and slowly rise. He’s so close. Our faces are only inches apart.

“Why do you care so much?” I whisper, my voice tight with deferential anxiety.

Ryder smiles at my demeanor. “Because you intrigue me, Isabelle. You have ever since I first saw you in that Marketing class.”

I actually gasp at this. His hand is still holding my face and I reach up to weakly grab at his wrist. “Wait… you do remember me then?”

“Of course.”

“Why did you act like you didn’t?”

He finally lets go of my jaw so that he can take my hand instead, fingers interlocking. He shrugs in response.

“Because we were in public. And if there’s one thing I’ve figured out about you it’s that you hate public attention. Remember that first time I sat next to you? I kept whispering stupid jokes for the whole hour and made you giggle every time. But then as soon as class was over and I talked just a bit too loud to invite you to lunch, you declined without hesitation and practically sprinted out of the room. Away from all the prying eyes of those who were wondering who I was talking to.”

Of course I remember this. That day was the inception of this stupid crush, and I’ve been carrying my burdensome feelings around for the past year and a half. I struggle to take in a breath and then Ryder brings me back to earth as his thumb makes soft circles against the back of my hand.

“That’s why I’m so intrigued by you,” he says with a soothing tone. “Everyone around me is constantly vying for my attention. Doing everything they can to connect with me or curry favor, or at the very least lust from a middle distance. And then, there you were. Clearly interested in me. And yet doing everything to erase herself. Trying her utmost to just… disappear.”

I feel an unexpected need to fight back tears. He’s so on point with his observations that it’s scary. And yet there’s also something bizarrely validating about it. Despite all my efforts to remove myself from his view… he still saw me. He noticed. A myriad of feelings are battling inside of me like a cyclone.

“I don’t know how to feel about all this,” I finally say quietly.

Ryder squeezes my hand, the sky blue of his eyes drawing me in. “I can help with that.”

“What do you mean–”

And we’re kissing.

@Mrgoblinging7 AbsoLUTELY not. Not to yuck anyone’s yum of course, it’s all fantasy, but most of the stuff that I see get shoved inside of SW sound like absolute nightmares to me haha. Fingers, though…

Chapter 6

Walking along a gigantic human body is already hard enough when I’m not hurrying. But with a ticking clock in the form of my height melting away a millimeter at a time, constantly disorienting me… I might as well have just become the foolish jester in a mighty king’s court.

I waste no time whipping around and dashing along the center of Ryder’s chest. Almost immediately I lose my footing and fall to one knee, a hand slamming down against expansive pectoral muscle. I’m quickly back on my feet, only to fall from his inhale below me, again to one knee on the other pec. The giant laughs, and in perhaps an act of pity he flexes the muscle just as I land to help me bounce back up. I cross his diaphragm and three steps later I think I might actually have fallen into a rhythm. But when I glance up and see how quickly I’m approaching the large pitched tent ahead, the distraction is enough that I lose my footing again.

I land hard against my front, wincing at the impact despite the pliant nature of the floor. This is starting to feel stupid… What’s there to worry about anyway? It’s not like I feel any less safe if I become smaller. Sure, I’m a little nervous about how my world is changing around me, but robbed of my own terror I’m not particularly motivated to hurry. It feels kinda nice laying on his stomach, listening to the gurgles within as his skin shifts against mine ever so slowly, expanding in every direction. His navel is just ahead of me and I reach a hand over to run a finger along its edge. I wonder if laying here might mean I’ll become so small I could fit inside this belly button.

There’s a sharp breeze against my back from air getting displaced by a descending hand. The warm finger touches down just in the dip of my lower back, gently massaging the space.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” Ryder croons melodically.

And just like that, I’m roused to my feet. Pleasing him is motivation enough.

I’m just a couple of steps from his boxers now, and I pause nervously as I get to the waistband. I’ve already lost at least a relative foot of my height since I started shrinking again. I’m assuming he wants me to get inside his underwear, but can I even do that? I bend down to grab at the elastic, yanking it up as hard as I can. It does give, but it’s a strain, and in the end I have to lay down and army crawl my way underneath it, entering the stuffy darkness within.

The scent of the titan’s musk, mixed with a hint of chlorine, stops me in my tracks for a moment. It’s not necessarily unpleasant, but it’s definitely overwhelming… Okay, focus. What do I do now? It’s so hard to see in here. I stay low to the ground and opt to start crawling again, feeling around in the dark for where I figure my destination must be.

Ryder’s apparently not quite as diligent about shaving this area. There’s not much here, but I do sense thick hairs tickling against my arms and legs, and me maneuvering through the sparse patch of pubes is having an effect on the prone giant. It already feels like everything’s constantly moving right now from the shrinking, but the muscles underneath me seem to be clenching at a greater frequency too, and faraway moans cause faint vibrations against my skin, even all the way down here. The fact that I’m able to give him any kind of pleasure despite being tiny is very distracting.

As my eyes adjust, I think I make out the anticipated pillar up ahead. It’s getting very warm, and the heat seems to mainly be emanating from the towering manhood that I’m trapped in here with. I inch forward, trying to pick up the pace as I can’t even imagine how much height I’m losing.

I almost crash into it, stopping myself short just as I realize how close I am. It’s too dark to be sure, but it looks like the structure is as thick as an oak tree. I reach out to touch it, and it almost feels like I’m touching a flat wall instead of a curved one. A wall of smooth, hot, musky, pulsating skin. I can hear the blood rushing inside, though the sound is quickly overshadowed by a reverberating groan in reaction to my touch. The simple knowledge that my hands are on Ryder’s dick right now makes my heart race.

But something’s off. I frown and realize my hands are sliding against the pillar. Am I still shrinking?

I get to my feet, keeping a hand against the wall. “I made it, didn’t I?” I yell. Which feels pointless - even if my voice reaches his ears in any capacity, there’s no way he could make out what I’m saying.

But then, miraculously, he does. “Not quite, sweetheart,” he says, sounding strained, “Gotta get higher up than that.”

I look up uselessly in the darkness. I don’t have a good idea of how tall the structure is, and it’s getting slowly but steadily taller with every moment. I’m not a particularly good climber either… But here goes nothing. First I start maneuvering my way around the massive member. It feels like it’s being held upright by tension against the front of his underwear, but if I make my way to the underside, gravity might be on my side–

Suddenly I yelp as my feet hit something soft and I topple forward. I land right onto a trampoline-sized ballsack. The ground shifts violently and Ryder’s voice is like far off thunder. “Fuuuuck…”

Gritting my teeth, I clamber up onto the squishy surface and find the shaft again, and the incline is still steep but manageable this time. I shimmy along it, managing to push it down a bit with my diminishing weight. My little limbs are inadvertently massaging him and his breathing is intensifying, and then I almost fall again as I’m blinded by a flash of light coming from the entrance of his underwear. A gigantic hand is joining the party. I continue to hurry upwards, crawling quickly as I’ve now caught sight of the bulging tip up ahead. Trunk like fingers encircle the structure under me as I finally reach my goal, making the entire cock shudder as I hug my whole body around the enormous head.

“Good job,” the giant pants, and it’s harder to make out what he’s saying now amidst the chaos happening all around me. “Just… nghh… just hold on tight… mmmfuck…”

I strengthen my grip, especially as I feel slick fluid pass over my hands, though I’m not making things easier for myself as I just seem to be stimulating him more and more. His hand is working now, pumping underneath me, making me bob up and down with a quickening rhythm.

I’m filled with adrenaline. The electrifying heat and the smells and the sounds are so overwhelming, but in a good way. Just the thought of what’s happening right now, the knowledge that I’m just a couple of inches tall, if that, clinging onto this god-like man’s dick like a cat that’s fallen onto a Christmas tree and hanging on for dear life… It’s enough to bring me closer and closer to my own release that has barely had the chance to build.

My front now slick with precum, I almost slip off, and Ryder seems to realize this as his thumb suddenly presses into my back, catching me, pushing me, sliding me, and my arms grab and my legs clench and I wriggle and writhe and squeeze. And it’s enough. With a thunderous groan, the giant comes intensely, rocking my dimly lit world with vibrations that make me orgasm in tandem. I lose track of where I am - I’m slipping, and then suddenly I’m falling.

I don’t even yell, my breath is ripped right out of me as I plummet. I clip against something soft, then hit a springy wall, and after a couple of bounces I think I’m on a floor. There’s an ominous pause as I look around wildly in the darkness. I’m feeling way more cold now, I’m no longer on his skin but sitting on thick fabric. But then there’s a sudden light coupled with movement. A whole lot of movement. I can’t make sense of the chaos, it’s like an explosive earthquake, and Ryder’s control over my mind slips just enough for me to let out a scream as I curl into a ball.

But things go still again after just a handful of long seconds, and I quickly calm back down to my subdued state. I slowly unwind myself and carefully get back to my feet as I make sense of the new alien surface I’m lying on - rippling navy blue bed sheets stretching off into the distance like a lake. I must have fallen through one of the leg openings of his boxers as the giant got up. For a moment I’m too disoriented to know where Ryder went, but there’s just enough logic in my brain for me to quickly think of a solution. I look skyward.

It’s only now that my eyes adjust that I realize I’m standing in his shadow. He’s looking positively cliff-like, impossibly so, and he’s fully naked now. From my position near his knee, Ryder’s body seems to stretch into the sky for hundreds of feet. I stare at him as if I was the world’s first human to witness a smoking volcano.

That is, until he crouches down. Such a casual movement to him, but to me it’s as if the volcano had started rumbling to life. God, he’s fucking gigantic. How small did I get?

His head gravitates towards me, heavy and imposing. He moves closer and closer, and the eyes that are fixed on my shrunken form look bigger than I am. Seeing his face hovering so much closer is unnerving in its own right, I can’t tell if seeing his features this magnified is more or less intimidating than seeing his full height. His voice booms like music during a concert.

“So. Tiny.”

I take a few shaky steps back, and this just seems to amuse him. He straightens up a tad, and his hand swings in like a private jet coming in for a landing. He’s got one long forefinger stretched in my direction, over fifteen feet in length from my perspective. It doesn’t touch me, but it comes very close, as if casually deliberating what it might want to do with me.

Ryder speaks again. “Let’s see, you’re less than two inches tall now… Maybe, like, an inch and a… third? Lost quite a bit there during that journey, didn’t you?”

“Y-you’re able to tell how tall I am just by looking?” I call up to him.

“It’s more like an internal clock as I make you smaller. Don’t worry about it. So. That was fun, huh? How are you feeling, my lovely little plaything?”

“Like there’s not much of me left,” I lament with a weak smile.

“Heh. Don’t worry, there’s still plenty of you left to shrink.”

I ignore the foreboding tone and shift my attention to his hand that’s gradually inching closer. My stupid nerdy brain is reminded of a long-necked dinosaur, his fingertip like a mighty head dropping down to inspect me. I reach out with both hands, marveling at the scale of him as I make contact with his skin.

“This is crazy!” I yell towards his face, laughing at the absurdity. “Jesus, Ryder. You’re, uh… taking me on quite the adventure.”

“You’re sorta taking me on one too,” he chuckles back, "I mean damn, you felt so fucking good down there.”

“Doesn’t everybody?” I ask, tracing the whorls of his fingerprint, each ridge now as thick as a pencil. “If you’ve done this before, I mean.”

“I don’t usually make people so little before they venture down there. But there was something about you having to do all that climbing…” The finger pulls away from my hands so that it can lightly bop the top of my head, almost knocking me over. His smile widens. “That or I’m just particularly fond of you.”

Ryder starts poking my nude body, and since I’m no bigger than a Lego figure now it doesn’t take long until I’m knocked flat on my back. Even though his finger is so huge, the touch is light enough that the texture of his skin occasionally tickles, and as soon as I make the mistake of giggling it’s all over for me. He intentionally aims right under my arms, and even when I wriggle away and hug myself tightly, he’s still able to reach my stomach and waist and soon I’m kicking at him and laughing so hard I can’t breathe. I love the deep echoes of his laughter that fill the air in turn.

After half a minute or so the giant gives me a break – his hand departs, and I immediately miss it. I uncurl myself and look up at him pitifully as I get back up to my feet. I’m taken aback as the smile he’s wearing is so fucking… genuine right now. It’s not his usual smirk but one of tender affection, his eyebrows curving slightly up and his exhale coming out in a sigh. I’m so used to seeing him cool and confident, but this is new, and it fills me with a yearning. I want more moments of silliness and sweetness, I want to play, I want to get to know him more and more, I want to be his…

Wait, hold on. I just said he wasn’t smirking. What’s that look on his face right now?

“Hey, Isabelle,” Ryder says, his grin slowly growing. “If you’re into dinosaurs, does that make you a fan of Jurassic Park?”

Sidetracked, I perk up excitedly at this. “Of course! I practically had that movie memorized as a kid. You know, they don’t get featured much, but that film was the first time I saw a parasaurolophus, which ended up being my favorite–"

I yell loudly as I’m suddenly interrupted by a massive jaw swinging open and a face plummeting my way. Before I realize what’s happening I’m in hot, wet darkness. Like the infamous theropod from the movie he just distracted me with, Ryder has snapped me right up into his mouth. Only my legs are sticking out, and my feet lift up from the ground as I kick them wildly, disoriented by the vertigo and the darkness. The springy floor against my chest is soaked and warm and slippery, contrasting against the boulder-like teeth carefully pinching around my legs.

It’s another moment that’s simply too much for me as the panic fights its way towards the top of my consciousness. My limbs flail and I whimper with the growing fear of my legs getting crushed as easily as pretzel sticks. The giant tilts his head back and I cry out as I fall forward and fully land on his tongue. I try to scramble to hands and knees but it’s too slippery and everything’s shaking and I can’t see a damn thing– I’m coughing, sputtering–

Deep breaths.

I grow still as I’m splayed out on my back in what I’m assuming is the center of the expansive tongue. That was Ryder’s voice just now, unmistakable. But there’s no way he just talked out loud… I think I would have noticed that. This is another mind manipulation. And right on cue, I feel a sedative wave of calm that helps all of my muscles unclench and my heart rate slow down. The air is humid and rather lacking in oxygen, but I manage that deep breath nevertheless.

“Did I just hear your thoughts?” I call out, my voice echoing in the cave. Then, struck with an idea, I say as clearly as I can in my own mind, Can you read MY thoughts?!

Whoa, I can even hear his amused chuckle in my brain. I told you, we have a special connection now. Besides, surface thoughts are a breeze.

That’s so cool! I say silently, So we could just do this all the time?

The moment of quiet is over. Light pours into the cave through a gap in the nearby teeth, and a breath of laughter whooshes out in a gust of wind. His voice shakes me to the bone and I’m jostled heavily as Ryder says out loud, “Don’t get used to it, little one.”

He takes a few seconds to play with me, a casual gesture that feels like an insane theme park ride. I’m pushed up into the roof of his mouth, writhing weakly as I’m sandwiched within flesh and heat. I tumble and slide as he moves me around - it’s still hard to tell, but I think I briefly brush up against the side of a molar and then I’m pushed into the inside of his cheek. But then I’m finally greeted with fresh air as he spits me back out into his awaiting palm.

“You’re not escaping my voice,” the giant croons as I struggle to sit upright, “Not when I’ve seen the effect it has on you.”

He’s not wrong. The smaller I’ve gotten, the more intense are the vibrations of his voice. I can feel them against the surface of my skin every time he speaks. I wipe saliva off of my cheek, attempting to catch my breath as I look up at the massive face above me, at the intricate details in the blue of his irises. So intimidating. But so beautiful.

He blinks, and the speed of the movement makes me shy away. I start sliding backward in Ryder’s palm, but then a fleshy pillar appears at my back and blocks my path.

“Nope,” he mumbles, “I’m not done tasting you.”

I get to see it right in front of my eyes this time. His jaw descends, his smile revealing the white of his teeth, the pink of his tongue rolling out like a wave. My body is operating out of instinct, still trying to scramble back but just helplessly pushing into the impeding finger, and then the wave crashes over me. For a moment I can’t breathe at all, trapped under the wet pressure of his tongue against his palm.

Maybe I should start feeling worried that I’m not going to survive all this. But something comes over me despite the objectively horrifying situation. As Ryder slowly licks the length of my miniscule body, I have no choice but to submit under the sheer weight of it all. And the texture of his taste buds is like acupressure, stimulating key points along my naked body and making me shudder from the inside out. It feels particularly amazing against my crotch, each little bump making me spasm.

I gasp in cool air as the hot muscle finishes passing over me. The giant is about to repeat the process, but instead of just letting the tongue roll over me again, I attempt to straddle it. While last time it just slid along my body, this time I’m pushed along the lines of his palm as I clench the lithe, wet beast with my knees. Goddamn, does it feel good between my legs. My eyes close as I focus entirely on the feeling of his tongue and then start grinding against it.

Ryder realizes what I’m doing and pauses, things briefly going still as I continue rubbing myself against his taste buds. And then he chuckles, his breath hitting me hard, and oh my fucking god, the vibrations from his voice are so intense, the rhythm of his laughter jackhammering its way through his tongue and buzzing against my clit, and the release comes hard and fast as I let out a whimper of ecstasy.

The tongue retreats and I fall back into the hand of my gigantic lover, giggling to myself now. That’s certainly one way to tame such a slippery beast.

S+P 52 - …I’ll Lift You Up

Chapter 7

Ryder’s still laughing softly as he lowers his hand away from his face so he can look at me. “Did you just start humping my tongue?” he asks incredulously.

I try to sit up but I end up slipping in the saliva, so I give up and just lay there as I look up at him. “Was I not supposed to?” I ask with a cheeky grin. I’m not even bothering to yell anymore, now that I know communication’s not an issue. “You were presenting it to me, what else was I supposed to do?”

“You are something else, Isabelle,” the giant murmurs, and he touches the side of my body very delicately with his fingertip, stroking me up and down. “You’ve got quite the endurance too, I gotta say. What was that, like, your third orgasm?”

“Fourth,” I titter, practically purring at the overwhelming touch that I’ve been learning to love. “And don’t act like you didn’t have anything to do with that! No way would I be able to get there so often normally.”

“Mmm, maybe you’ve just never given yourself the chance to,” he says with a smirk.

I start shaping myself to the curve of his finger, twisting my abdomen, rubbing my cheek against him. I give him my best seductive look, which is honestly incredibly out of character for me. I don’t really know how to be sexy, and if I had any more brain power I’d just be feeling self conscious and stupid. But with all my inhibitions gone I’m able to go for it, sighing and giggling as I rub my body up against him. He pets me for a bit longer before pulling his finger away, and I get onto all fours in the center of his palm as I look up towards his face. I smile, moving my shoulders like a panther about to pounce, and I dip my back to tilt up my rear.

Ryder looks very entertained and is struck by an impulse. It’s his pinkie finger that comes back, and with careful aim he attempts to lightly slap my raised up butt. But in reality it’s more like a rough shove that makes me crash onto my face into the folds of his hand.

He laughs, the sound of it lighting me up with shivers. “So pathetic. And I mean that in the best way possible, sweetheart.” He looks entranced, holding me up in front of his eyes as I push myself back up to sitting. “Damn, I just can’t believe how small I’ve made you… Let’s set you down for a second.”

I gasp from the vertigo of the sudden descent. I take a quick look around to figure out where I’m going and am disoriented enough to think it might be to the floor from the sheer distance that his hand is traversing. But quickly enough I’m jostled by a thump and realize he’s just setting me on his desk. His palm starts tilting, and I quickly crawl to the edge of it to try and hop off myself. At a little over an inch tall, though, that would actually require some climbing down if he’d just be patient enough to– welp, nevermind, I guess I’m just getting dumped off. I crumble to the wooden floor with an “oof” and look around wildly as I rush back to my feet.

“Take a break,” Ryder says, his form dizzying as it squats down in front of the desk. “Feel free to look around, do your little explorer thing.”

I do indeed try to take in my surroundings. There are some me-sized earbuds nearby, and a village of strange buildings surrounds me - laptop, phone, plastic cup, stray pens, a stack of business cards. But the nearby giant is rather distracting as I look around. He’s opening a drawer that’s just under the table, and when he shuts it I almost lose my balance.

“Here.” An immense white tarp drops in front of me that smells strongly of lemon. “In case you wanted to wash off the spit,” he explains with a smile.

“Such a gentleman,” I respond with a hint of sarcasm, though I do walk up to the wet wipe so that I can start rubbing the moist cloth against my skin. Being covered in quickly drying saliva isn’t the most pleasant thing, and I’d rather be clean for him, even if that means I’ll briefly be very cold.

Ryder takes a seat at his desk and just observes me for a while. I feel peaceful and content simply being in his silent presence for the next few minutes as I clean off and continue my circuitous patterns around the desk. Exploring such an intimidating environment might have been more unnerving if I wasn’t under his watchful gaze. I feel so safe, and I know I wouldn’t if I was with any other titan. Which reminds me…

“Are you not worried about your roommate walking in on us?” I ask, gesturing vaguely towards where I know there’s a matching bed and desk on the other side of the room.

“I don’t have a roommate,” he says bluntly.

Right. Of course he’d have a two-person dorm room all to himself. If anything, it’s odd that Mr. Rich Boy is using an on-campus dorm at all instead of some fancy condo somewhere.

“I like being close to everything here. The pool’s only two buildings down,” he explains, as if he’d read my thoughts. Actually, maybe he did just that.

“Sooo how does this whole mind thing work?” I ask curiously. I reach his hulking laptop and run a finger along the edge of a USB port I could fit my head in. “I mean, I can tell I’m not quite myself, but I don’t feel like I’m some kind of brainless husk right now. How much sway do you actually have?”

There’s a short pause as Ryder continues to watch me with a subtle intrigue, the corner of his mouth switching slightly. I don’t think he’s used to having this kind of conversation. But he quickly falls back into his confident demeanor.

“Oh sure, I could be a lot more forceful than what’s happening right now. I could control your every muscle if I wanted. I could force you to smile or cry or walk off the edge of a cliff.” He gestures towards the landscape I’m standing on. “Or a desk.”

I take a moment to process that, as fascinated as if we were discussing a workplace anecdote instead of the much more dire reality. Then Ryder leans in closer, staring at me with a sudden intensity that makes me focus completely on him.

“I could break into your mind,” he thunders softly. “I could track down any thought or memory I could want from you… and then make you forget any of this ever happened. In fact, none of my previous little victims have any idea about the adventures they’ve been on with me.”

I’m trembling from the booming voice and heavy implications, and he straightens back up and shrugs one shoulder. “And sure, sometimes coercing people more directly comes in handy, for logistical reasons. But being that heavy-handed is so boring. It’s way more fun to prod and entice and tease things out of you.”

I smile weakly, still shaking slightly. I’m feeling hung up on something and decide to ask, “Victims? Are people getting hurt?”

His eyes narrow. “Have I harmed you, Isabelle?”

“No…” I answer immediately with a shake of the head. At this point I’m not worried about the danger in all this, not really. I just feel so safe with him. It all feels so right. I’m struck by a sudden thought and add, “Wait, have you done this with me in the past and I just don’t remember?”

This gets more of a reaction out of Ryder than I was expecting. He looks a little taken aback. Enough so that I trust the fact that he’s not reading my every thought.

“No,” he says. “This is the first time.”

I believe him, and I’m grateful to know this encounter is as special as I thought it was. Our first. I want it to be the first of many. I wish I could reach him - physically, I mean. Even though he’s sitting right in front of his desk, he’s so far away. My hand twitches as if it wants to take his as I look deep into his eyes, praying that he’s able to see the earnestness in my expression despite my greatly reduced size.

“I don’t want to forget this,” I plead. “I don’t want to forget tonight.”

A slight frown creases his features. “You say that now…” he mutters in a low voice, shifting uncomfortably.

There’s a pause where we hold each other’s gaze. But then without warning, a hand vaults into view and settles onto the desk - beside me, around me, crashing into the wood and making it shudder. I instinctively hug my arms around myself before looking back up at the domineering titan. I’m positioned in the space between his thumb and forefinger, though he chooses to not make contact.

“Don’t think about the future,” he commands, leaning forward, “Stay with me. Right here, right now. Don’t look away.”

And I’m breathing hard now as I feel the familiar heat overtake me. Ryder’s form, already enormous, swells above me as I start shrinking again, dwindling ever further down. The process itself is disorienting enough, but I’m getting completely overwhelmed by the visuals as the giant’s massive head descends drastically until he’s surely kneeling on the floor, so that he can stay eye level with the desk and watch my progress.

"Are you feeling more like yourself, Isabelle?” he chuckles. “Such a long way from ‘too tall,’ don’t you think?”

"How small are you going to make me?” I wonder feebly, struggling to speak as I keep falling further.

"As small as it takes.”

My attention shifts to the thumb that’s resting just in front of me. The digit was practically the size of a car before, but it’s slowly growing more and more… and more. My heart races as I watch the width of the pad of his thumb overtake my height.

“I think that’s half an inch…” he mumbles, “This gets trickier, just a sec…”

There’s a storm of activity above me, and it’s so intense that I cover my eyes. This is a mistake, though, because I jump about a foot off the ground when something lands heavily just behind me. I whip around and am staring at a wall of silver that stretches into the sky, and as I zero in on the many black lines that adorn the edge of it, I realize it’s a ruler. Ryder leans in further, muttering to himself and hardly seeming to notice how I gawk up at him in shock.

“Metric’s easier at this point… Let’s stop at a centimeter.”

And just like that, the shrinking jerks to a halt. I’m gasping for air, less composed this time and failing to take any deep breaths. I could really use another dose of manufactured calm right now. I don’t have the proper words to describe how big everything looks. It doesn’t seem real - taking in the world is like gazing out at the ocean, or at a canyon, except for the fact that the scenery is fucking moving because the landscape that I’m looking at right now is actually a fucking person and my brain can’t fucking take it–

The giant’s thumb, which honestly reminds me more of a single-story house at this point, twitches and then starts sliding along the desk. You know, like a house on wheels, holy shit, holy shit…

I’m frozen in place as Ryder readjusts his fingers around me. His forefinger’s to my right and his thumb is to my left and they’re closing in on my cowering form between them. They stop a few relative feet away from me in either direction, hulking at such close proximity that I can feel their slight warmth in the air. I can’t even pay attention to that, I’m too busy staring straight ahead, into the terrifying beauty of his eyes, and I’m trying to communicate silently to him since I’m unable to form words. But my supplicating look doesn’t seem to be doing much - hell, I’m not sure we’re actually capable of eye contact anymore.

One side of his mouth raises up into a crooked smile. “I can still just make out your face. Want to see?”

I gasp, chest tightening even more as my wide eyes stare into space. He projects an image overlay onto my vision, showing me his view. Logic is telling me that I’m looking at a hand that’s about to crush a bug, a little beetle or something. But it’s standing upright. It’s flesh colored. It’s not at all shaped like an insect and it’s… it’s me. I recognize myself now, barely able to make out my expression of awe and overwhelm. Seeing how small I am in comparison to the building-like digits that surround me isn’t the least bit reassuring.

“Hold very still,” Ryder says, and the vision vanishes, leaving me in my perilous reality. With a subtle groan against the wood, the walls start closing in. Fuck.

For the first time this evening, I’m genuinely scared. The fingers are getting ever closer. There’s no way. He’s absolutely going to crush me. I need to move. But my muscles aren’t budging. The gap narrows and I should be too small to pick up and yet eventually there’s just no more room available and the walls make contact–

“There… I’ve gotcha…”

The pressure is intense, almost painful but not quite, as I’m pinned between two planes of flesh. And then my feet leave the ground. For once I think he’s trying to actually move slowly, but it hardly matters, any distance is going to be traversed way too fast. My breathing is getting shorter and I’m trembling with how tightly my muscles are clenched. I don’t even have anything to hold onto as I’m hurtled through the air.

Ryder holds me just in front of his face, cocky smile at the ready. He’s so fascinated and entertained that I don’t think he’s realized that his mental grip on me is slipping. I’m so close to panicking.

“Hello, my little lady bug,” he croons with glee, making my insides quake with every thunderous word. “So stinkin’ cute.”

Vertigo hits even harder. And yet I’m still just as close to his face… He must be getting to his feet. A glance towards the dizzying distance to the floor is enough for me to finally choke out a fervent plea.

“Don’t drop me!" My voice is barely audible, even to myself.

But he takes notice. With a blink, his pupils constrict as he seems to hone in on my face.

“Relax," he breathes, and finally I get what I need. Wonderful, soothing calm envelops my mind like a warm and cozy blanket. My muscles slacken and I suddenly feel so much more comfortable in the titan’s grasp. The tears that had started falling down my cheeks seem wildly unnecessary now. I let out a sigh and lean my head back as I close my eyes, feeling drunk with relief.

“Sorry, got distracted for a bit there," Ryder murmurs. “I can’t remember the last time I made someone so little… Just breathe, sweetie. You’re not going to fall. And I’m not going to squish you. Trust me.”

Of course I trust him. It’s not even a question. Clearly he’s some kind of all-powerful being who’s able to do whatever the hell he wants. And that includes keeping me safe. I could totally see him becoming an expert in picking up ant-sized people. It’s all good.

Actually, the pressure of his fingers pinching my torso kinda feels pleasant, the longer it lasts, like a snug embrace. I was picturing myself getting flattened as if between two walls of concrete, but I forgot how pliant his skin is, even at this size. His grip isn’t completely steady - I’m lurching with every micro movement. But it only takes me a handful of seconds to feel used to it, and I relax as if I was just bobbing over some ocean waves.

“I’m reminded of something,” I mutter lazily.

“What’s that?” Ryder asks, looking satisfied by how much I’ve calmed down.

I open my eyes and settle into recounting this memory. “When I was in middle school, my family took a trip to Machu Picchu. At that point I had already given up on wanting to be a paleontologist one day, but I was considering becoming an archeologist or anthropologist instead. And yeah, the Lost City was super cool to see, but… I realized something else about myself on that trip. Because that was actually the first time I ever saw mountains.”

My shoulders are just as pinned as the rest of my torso and legs, but my arms are otherwise a bit more free to move, and I idly crawl my fingertips along the lines of the giant’s thumbprint as I speak. The warm bumps feel nice and grounding.

“I’d never felt so small,” I continue, “But it wasn’t in a bad way. I was just in awe of something so much bigger than me… It was liberating somehow. All my problems felt insignificant. Like nothing really mattered, so I might as well just enjoy where I’m at.”

Ryder’s been listening avidly, holding as still as he can. Softly he says, “That memory’s way less sad than being miserable at school and wanting to shrink out of existence.”

I nod. “Yeah. Life has a way of sucking you back into worrying about every little thing, but ever since that trip, it’s always been my dream to live near mountains one day… Here’s hoping. In the meantime, I’ll just enjoy the mountain that’s right in front of me.”

We smile at each other and he quips, “Happy to be your mountain man, little one.”
I sigh contentedly, and for the next several moments I just pretend I’m on vacation again and quietly enjoy the view.

Chapter 8

If this was a movie and we were on screen, Ryder and I spend a rather awkward amount of time just looking at each other in comfortable silence. But while any imaginary audience might be getting bored and leaving the theater by now, I remain completely captivated by the simple experience of being held by this titanic being. I could drown in that tender gaze of his that’s both enchanted and enchanting.

He’s the one who finally makes a move. I’m pressed back as he lurches me forward, even closer to his face, until it’s only his mouth that takes up more and more of my vision. There’s a part of me that feels mild irritation at the thought that he might put me back inside there. I just got clean. But no, all he’s doing is bringing me in for a gentle kiss. My feet briefly land onto his lower lip, but otherwise I’m pushed into the soft pink wall of the upper lip, which is about as tall as I am. I giggle and, even though I’m sure it feels like nothing, I kiss him back.

A gust of wind escapes the giant’s nostrils right over my head, just a gentle sigh to him. I’m lurched back up to his eye level.

“Such a precious little thing," he gushes, “I could just hold you like this all night. But that feels like a waste of potential… So, what to do with you?”

There’s a heavy swerve from him readjusting his weight. He’s starting to get restless. The background is whooshing around at a bewildering rate, and I feel a bit lightheaded from all of the motion as he begins pacing around the room.

“I could put you anywhere… Strand you up on a shelf. Or down on the rug. You’re definitely shorter than the carpet fibers now. Heh. A carpet forest would be some adventure, huh?”

“You’re having way too much fun with this,” I laugh.

Ryder’s eyes had started wandering as he considers all his options, but they snap back to me now. “It’s just… This is a lot more exciting than I thought it would be,” he admits, “I told you, I can’t even remember the last time I made anyone this small. But I guess I’m discovering a new side to myself. I’m loving this.”

“Yeah, I’m kinda loving it too. And, uh, actually… I have someplace in mind. Of where you could put me,” I suggest with a budding smirk.

“Where’s that?”

I squirm, and to mask my embarrassment I roll my eyes. “Come on. You can read my mind.”

“But I want you to say it,” he says pointedly. After a few more seconds of silence he grins widely and gives his hand a little shake, serving me severe whiplash as he insists, “Out with it.”

“I’m just wondering how much bigger your dick will look now, okay?!”

Looking gratified at my request, Ryder swiftly turns and sits back down on the bed. To my surprise, though, I’m now moving upwards. Higher and higher as the giant raises my pinched form above his head. He looks up at me with an impish smile, and I feel like I’ve just gotten to the top of an insane hill on a roller coaster. I look down at the sprawling view in this pause before the plunge. His naked body is hardly contained within my field of vision, and its expanse stretches hundreds and hundreds of feet. Even from up here, I can see his distant manhood with utmost clarity. He wasn’t kidding about him finding this “exciting.” Even though it hasn’t been that long since his last ejaculation, he’s already rock hard again.

“Sure you can handle all this?” he rumbles playfully.

I gulp and stutter, “Let’s f-find out?”

Here comes the drop. I quickly blow out the next couple of exhales, trying to ready myself, and then I’m hurtling down at an impossible speed. I grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut and my heart hammers hard and fast, and then in a few seconds… it’s over. I open my eyes just in time to realize the fingers are pulling apart from each other, and I topple out of their grip with a yelp.

Getting my bearings in each new location always takes me a few seconds. It helps that I knew generally where I was headed at least. Ryder’s now reclining backwards so that he’s more horizontal on the bed, and he’s dropped me off at his crotch, just on the outskirts of his pubes. My eyes quickly find the base of his cock, and like a character from a movie witnessing some hulking monster for the first time, my gaze climbs up and up the length of the massive fleshy pillar. It’s gotta be close to a hundred feet tall to me, as big as a lighthouse. It’s not sticking straight up, so it looms overhead threateningly as I sit under its shadow.

“You look even smaller down there, when you’re not in front of my face,” the titan muses, his voice raining down from above and hammering in how god-like he is to me. “What’s it like for you, Isabelle?”

I make a couple of choked sounds before I finally stutter out, “Like your dick’s a f-fucking skyscraper?! Fuck, you’re so big! I can’t…” I give up on words, and then I turn around, looking towards the distant face. “Can you see all this?” I ask.

“See what?”

“Can you see through my eyes too? You know, like how you showed me what I looked like just now.”

“Oh, you mean this?”

He doesn’t need to, but I’m sure he gets a kick out of it - I suddenly experience his point of view. It’s a pretty nice angle to see his chest and abs, I’ve gotta say. And there I am, looking like a misplaced tic tac, a couple of inches away from his looming member. Even some of the sparse pubic hairs rise taller than my crumpled form.

“R-right,” I mumble, and the vision fades away.

“Sure, it can go both ways if need be,” Ryder says, “I just like hearing you putting your experience into words. Or at least trying to…”

There’s a flurry of movement above me that makes me gasp and scurry backwards. For a second my brain forgot that I’m not facing an actual building, and I thought the tower was about to collapse. But no, he’s just bringing his hand back into view, and he starts using his middle finger to draw circles around where I’m sitting.

“You seem pretty flustered, sweetheart,” he teases.

“Oh, do I?!” I scoff.

“I wonder how long it would take you to climb up there this time…”

I hadn’t really thought that part through. Could I make the same journey that I did before? I could probably climb up on his ballsack again, there should be plenty of handholds, but his shaft is pretty smooth and taught, and this time I’m not sure there’s enough of an angle for me to scale it easily. Not to mention the incredible distance that I’d have to go. I don’t have much time to ponder this conundrum when my thoughts are interrupted.

“I don’t think I can wait that long. Head’s up.”

Ryder casually reaches up towards the top of the pillar, and with a deliberate slowness he starts pushing it down. It’s not hard for me to do the math on its trajectory - it’s heading right for me. First I just start backing away in shock, but as his cock looms larger and larger and I realize it’s clearly going to end up on top of me, I finally get a hold of myself and turn to run. It’s like running in beach sand on the soft texture of his skin.

“Timberrr…” the giant chuckles, watching me skitter away with amusement. I’m sprinting so fast that it leaves me vulnerable to tripping, but I manage to stay on my feet as I focus on his distant chest. Finally I glance behind myself, just to see if I’m out of the range of the approaching member, and I think I am. But due to that second of looking away, I don’t notice an upcoming obstacle until it’s too late. I end up tripping after all, straight into it.

As I fall into the unexpected pit, I hear the cock tower make heavy contact a short distance away. I’m a little dazed from all the adrenaline, though I’ve got enough of that inner tranquility in me that I’m still feeling fine. I glance around at the shallow dip I’ve found myself in. Huh. I guess I really did end up small enough to fit inside his belly button.

I turn and drag myself back up and out of the pothole. And I’m face to face with a humongous cockhead. The round structure exudes heat and looks unnervingly alive, and there’s a musk in the air now too, even though I’m not trapped inside an underwear tent this time. The not-unpleasant scent is that much stronger now that I’m smaller. My face is flushing and my bare skin is practically tingling from the anticipation.

“Damn, girl. You make it look huge,” Ryder mumbles salaciously.

I step forward tentatively, as if examining a crash landed satellite. My eyes are on its doorway, the slit opening ever so slightly from the pressure within… I bet if I crawled, I might be able to fit inside it. I get close enough that I can’t even see the lengthy shaft anymore, all of my attention is just on the head of his penis that hulks over me like a boulder.

The giant’s becoming short of breath as I approach, the ground swelling up and down under my feet. I go still, watching curiously as the monstrous dick seems to shudder, desperately trying to free itself from the hand that’s keeping it pinned down. A bead of translucent fluid swells out of the opening, shining like a beach ball sized jewel. Whoa. He’s not even stimulating himself, he’s just reacting to the sight of me… There’s something really gratifying about that. Ryder better watch out – maybe I’ll be the one to go on a power trip from seeing the effect that little old me has on gigantic him.

I grin as I glance back over my shoulder. “You seem pretty flustered, sweetheart,” I mock.

He groans and gives me a firm command. “Touch it.”

Without hesitation, I obey. I first aim my hands for where the surface is still dry. Even though textures are so different to me and I catch the otherwise imperceptible bumpy nature of his skin, the head still feels so smooth and soft. And it’s so warm. Ever since I shrank I’ve been almost constantly surrounded by Ryder’s body heat, but with how easily cold I get in this tiny, naked state, I can use all the heat I can find. A light touch from my fingertips soon becomes me stretching my arms out and hugging myself against him. I sigh happily, enjoying how intimate this feels.

The booming sounds of pleasure that follow urge me forward. I plant a kiss on the wall of skin and then reach over to the nearby trickle of lubrication. I slide my hands into it and start painting a picture everywhere that I can reach. Quiet moans and sighs become the music that I dance to as I arch my arms up and around the mushroom-like curve of the cockhead. It seems so silly, I know that even my wildest movements are just a slight tickle, but I do my best and he seems to enjoy it, and soon that very fact is making my insides simmer.

I eventually come back to the oozing slit and put my mouth to it, running my tongue on the edge of the opening. It’s the tiniest sensation but it makes the titan gasp and twitch, and I fall forward from the sudden earthquake, slamming against his flesh. My chest and face become covered in goo in an instant. Well, so much for keeping clean. And then I actually have trouble pulling myself away from the thick fluid.

“Are you stuck?” Ryder mumbles, tilting his head to look my way, eyes unfocused.

“No, I’m okay,” I say, finally peeling myself off of his skin, “I’m still big enough.”

“Let’s change that.”

It’s as if a hot ray of sunlight has suddenly hit my back. He’s simultaneously injecting me with a heavy dose of calm, which is very necessary, because down I shrink yet again. Instead of hyperventilating with fear, I watch with a slight smile on my face as the world slowly doubles in size. And by that, I’m only really referring to Ryder… He might as well be my whole world now.

A fingertip joins me as I dwindle, now a veritable giant all on its own. He nudges me with it, ever so carefully, like readjusting a grain of rice that was just out of place. I can sense the affection in the touch, however forceful it feels to me, pinning me against his dick. I’m pressed right into the still-oozing precum, and I’m no longer on my feet as I shrink under his fingertip.

“How many millimeters should we leave you at…” he wonders, voice strained with arousal. “Five… Four…”

I gasp softly as I feel warm fluid roll over my shoulders. The film of precum is thick enough to cover my back.

“Three… Perfect.”

The finger pulls away. And I’m stuck in place. Thankfully my head was aimed back and to the side so I can still breathe, but I’m now fully adhered to the tip of the titan’s cock. I crane my neck back, trying to get a look at the rest of him. The concept of being three millimeters tall is beyond me. The fact that in comparison to me Ryder’s close to four thousand feet tall is pure ludicrous. I catch sight of his face for just a moment, so far away that it’s slightly blurry, and it’s just a split second of me noticing a very large and very mischievous expression that sets off ineffective alarm bells in my mind.

He suddenly lets go of his dick, and it bounces back up, taking me along for the ride. It’s a wonder I don’t get launched away like a slingshot. I yell loudly and reflexively thrash around, and once the dick has reached its apex I try to get up, struggling to unglue myself. I wriggle up to hands and knees, crouching down on the unsteady ground as I look around from my perch.

Things go strangely still as I take in how much bigger everything has gotten. The fleshy platform I’m on is as large as a volleyball court. And beyond the immediate landscape of the cockhead, the rest of Ryder reminds me of clouds. Absolutely massive and yet so distant, to an unreachable extent. It feels like he’s beyond the realm of my existence. But that couldn’t be farther from the truth. I remind myself that in reality, his face is only a couple of feet away.

“Can you still see me?” I whisper.

The faraway head nods, and the minute movement seems downright dangerous at its scale. “Mm-hmm.”

At this point I feel his voice more than I hear it. Any sound he makes is on the brink of painful. But in my tranquilized state, I love the way his words rumble through my core.

“You look like a little speck from up here,” he observes with a smile. “I can only lean in so far… But I’ve still got my eye on you, sweetie. I’ll take a closer look later. Right now, you’re exactly where I want you…”

Fuck. That’s hot. I mean, uh, it shouldn’t be, it should be terrifying, but I don’t care. I reposition myself, opening my legs and finding a slight hump on his skin for me to straddle as I ask, “Can you even feel me?”

I grind against him, and his actions speak for themselves as the giant closes his eyes for a second while a twitch rattles my platform.

“Oh yeah. It’s… kind of a sensitive area, you know,” he groans. “Still, it’s barely there. And the fact that it’s such a light touch is driving me crazy…”

Like incoming tide, another wash of precum floods my immediate area, and I have to hunker down to not get pushed aside as the knee deep fluid surrounds me. The scent of the musk, the heat of his body, the insane view that I have, it’s all so much. I press my legs together, clenching my thighs to stimulate myself as I lay down and writhe in his juices.

But I can’t do it for long. Ryder’s getting close to the point of no return. He doesn’t seem fully in control of himself, but I see his arm reaching my way, and he wraps his fingers around his shaft. I yelp as he slowly pumps down and then up, and the skin stretches enough to severely jostle my slippery self.

"Ahhh…” I wince, suppressing the orgasm that I was just about to reach as I try to get back up, “Y-you’re going to knock me off!”

"Better find shelter then,” the giant murmurs, eyes half open.

I take the hint. Struggling not to fall, I crawl my way to the very tip of the tip, passing over a hill and coming face to face with an opening that can easily swallow me whole. Ryder pumps again and I’m not given a choice - I tumble over the edge, trying to right myself but sliding down the slope anyway, and my legs slip inside the opening, and between the pressure of the precum and the hot embrace of his flesh constricting in on my lower body, I’m dizzy with pleasure. I’m… I’m inside him… It’s so insane, it’s so extreme, it’s so hot, and then that delayed orgasm hits me with a vengeance and I cry out with joy and relief.

He’s right behind me. I lurch back and forth with one pump - two - three – and then the pressure underneath me is suddenly palpable and a thunderous moan fills the air, his cum bursts through… and I’m launched into the water slide of my life.

@Olo Ehhhh if I remember correctly, I think I came up with rough sizes first and then decided what he’d do with her at each size. Having said that, my poor husband did have to deal with me crawling all over him with a ruler as I tried to figure various things out

Chapter 10

When I open my eyes again and look up at the titan in the sky, I only see a flicker of whatever complicated emotions were resting in him before. But then he gives me a big smile, and the look on his face becomes much simpler to read. Lust. Fascination. Tenderness for his little toy who’s about to become even littler. I get swept up in the pure, uncomplicated excitement and smile widely in exchange.

“Alright, sweetie,” Ryder responds to me in a whisper, “Big finale time.”

I sit up straighter, taking a quick last look around the world. Where am I even headed? The pad of his finger could fit a house on it, but could it soon fit a skyscraper? A city? Is his fingertip about to become a veritable mountain?

I get one last full look at the giant’s face. And then he brings me in closer, and his mouth takes up more and more of my vision. It’s like he’s going in for a kiss, although that will have to be just pretend. Even from this proximity I can see the curves of a smile, his mouth is slightly parted to reveal the white of his teeth, his lips look warm and inviting… and forbidden. His exhale washes me in a warm wind and then the incredibly massive walls of pink come to life with his words.

“Slowly now…” he breathes. “Shrink for me.”

The sensation has become so intertwined with anticipation of what comes next that I start feeling immediate arousal when the heat encompasses me. I sigh and almost close my eyes with the pleasure of getting smaller, but I force myself to keep them open. I don’t want to miss this.

Neither does he. I catapult upwards, further up along his face, until Ryder’s finger is hovering back in front of his eye. Those eyelashes could be an expansive rainforest canopy. His irises contain a thousand shades of blue. The black pit of his pupil dilates as it focuses on me. And I can see it now, I can sense that he’s getting bigger.

“How far down you’ve come,” he purrs, his breathing growing shorter. “We’ve covered so much ground, too. Not only did I get to learn more about you… I got to learn more about myself. This has really been… something special, Isabelle…”

I look around at his finger expanding around me. The ridges of his fingerprint are slowly becoming ledges, and I make sure I’m positioned at the top of one. I don’t want to slip in between and lose sight of him. His voice booms ever louder, making me shudder.

“You just keep dwindling away… Less than a millimeter now… You’re too small for me to touch you anymore. You’d be crushed under a finger or drown in my mouth or get obliterated by my dick. All I’ve got is my voice… and my mind.”

The wave of arousal that hits me feels like an intentional one straight from him, a mind manipulation that fills my whole body. I moan happily as I receive this gift, laying back against the heat of the shifting skin. I look up at Ryder’s growing eye and blow him a kiss before I start touching myself.

The world is becoming primarily empty space. Everything beyond the giant is irrelevant. And even his head is becoming so distant that the sides of his face and the strands of hair on his forehead are becoming blurry. I’ve almost given up altogether on processing the scale of him.

“Stay with me, little one. I want you to watch.”

Nevermind… He’s not letting me give up. I groan, my fingers pressing against my sex as I close my eyes for a moment. The vision that he sends me is clearer that way. It’s a little jarring, now that the world is getting so faraway and fuzzy, to see his hand so clearly. His forefinger is raised higher than the rest, though anyone else who might see this picture wouldn’t understand why. I feel one last bout of heavy vertigo as the warm platform I’m on lifts me higher, and I watch from his perspective as he brings his finger closer to his eye. I make out a single minute dot perched on that fingertip, like a piece of dust.

“Do you see that, Isabelle? That little speck. That’s you, sweetheart. That tiny, precious speck… And it’s just getting smaller and smaller and smaller…”

The ridges in his finger are taller than me at this point, and I lay along the summit of one like it’s a balance beam. The digit truly is becoming mountainous, and I’m about to get lost in the labyrinth of his skin cells. I’m practically nothing. No one could ever notice my existence like this. Well… except for one person. The only one who matters.

“So tiny… Fuck, I can barely even see you at all now…”

His whisper rocks my existence and elicits one intense orgasm, and then another, and then another. I writhe and twitch and moan as I succumb to the ongoing stream of pleasure, watching my world expand while also watching a vision of myself continuing to shrink.

“Going… going… “

I gasp as I see the little dot blip out of existence, and I come harder than I ever have.

“…Gone.”

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Uggghhhhh.

I feel heavy. So incredibly heavy. It feels practically impossible to move a muscle. But I try. I can feel my closed eyelids twitching from the effort. Something distant catches my attention… What is that noise?

A single flutter of my eyelashes makes me squeeze them shut again from the light. I groan and now the rest of my face slowly wakes up too, scrunching into a frown. Oh, it’s… it’s birdsong… The robins and wrens heralding the rising sun… It’s…

It’s morning. Oh my god. I’m not in my bed. Where am I?

I force my eyes to stay open this time. I’m facing a light gray wall and navy blue bed sheets. Yeah, I’m definitely not home. I quietly roll over in bed, my head the first thing to fully turn around. I’m still in Ryder’s dorm room. And there he is, just across the room, in his own bed. His back is turned to me, he’s presumably asleep. I stare at the nape of his neck as my heart rate steadily increases.

I don’t remember how I got here. What did we do last night? Were we drinking? No, I don’t think so. Did he drug me? God, I hope not. But I can’t think of any other explanation for why I’m still here and feeling so out of it.

And what a fucking dream I had. Despite the severity of the situation, in the back of my mind I’m still trying to hold on to it. I’m not usually so good at remembering my dreams, and I’ve already forgotten exactly where it ended before I woke up. The idea that I’m probably not going to remember it for much longer makes me feel unexpectedly sad. A feeling I completely ignore - there are far more pressing matters at hand.

Okay seriously, what happened last night? I can’t make sense of any of it. Shit, I think I may have ended up taking my clothes off? Oh wait… I shift under the bed sheets, getting a sense of the rest of my body. No, I’m still wearing the same outfit as yesterday, I either put it back on or never took it off. Actually, I’m remembering a little more now… Did I get sick? I recall having really weird symptoms at some point, a lot of dizziness. Maybe Ryder helped me lay down on the bed and then–

My heart stops. As I shifted my arm up, I caught the smell of something coming off of my skin. Citrus. The lemony scent of that wet wipe. This is what triggers the lingering dream to blast into clarity in my mind.

Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. It wasn’t a dream at all, was it?

I curse under my breath, my eyes widening as I stare at the back of Ryder’s head with sudden fear. I’m sober now. He’s not controlling my mind anymore, I can see it all so clearly. Holy fuck. I’m looking at a man who has super powers. Powers that he used on me, that he… violated me with! I mean, right? Jesus Christ, I could have died last night. I don’t care how… how careful he was being, how safe I felt at the time… I only felt that way because he wanted me to. Right?? Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—

Calm down, I tell myself. No use in panicking. I don’t budge from the bed - I’m not sure I’d be able to move right now, I’m so freaked out. I start taking in deep breaths, as slow and long as I can. Gotta settle my heart rate a little bit… Ugh, I could sure use a dose of manufactured calm right about now.

Finally my legs are working again, and I carefully push myself up into a sitting position, all the while keeping my eyes fixed on the guy who became my titan last night. His breathing is slow and regular, he definitely looks asleep. I notice my backpack is at the foot of the bed I’m in. I should probably try to sneak out of here right now.

Slowly, cautiously, I extend one foot towards the floor while my arm reaches out for my bag. I feel the shaggy rug beneath my foot as I settle my weight down. The feel of the thick carpet triggers a memory of when it was like tall grass against my calves. I pause, staring down at the ground, imagining how expansive the green was last night. It gives me a little flutter in my chest. And embarrassingly, um… it’s not an unpleasant flutter…

Setting my jaw, I put my other foot on the floor as I quietly pick up my backpack and slip it on. As a strap passes over my shoulder, one of the zipper pulls makes a clinking sound, and I hold my breath as I watch Ryder’s shoulder twitch. I stand as still as I can for a couple of minutes, frozen in place as I wait to see if he’s waking up or not. I’m staring so hard at the back of his head that I notice every detail - the disheveled copper hair, the angle of his cheekbones, the way his neck curves where it meets his shoulder… My imagination starts wandering. He’s wearing a shirt now but I got to see so much more of him mere hours ago, so incredibly much…

Hold on. Come to think of it… Why didn’t he erase my memories from last night? Assuming that everything that I’m remembering was real, now that I’m sober it absolutely makes sense to me why he wouldn’t let the others keep any recollection of the fantastical things he’s capable of. His powers are much more useful to him if they’re kept secret. It really doesn’t make any sense that I can remember so much of last night. Yes, I asked him to keep my memories intact… and a part of me is… relieved that he did…

I shake my head and grit my teeth. I need to leave.

It doesn’t seem like he actually woke up, so I carefully tiptoe to the front door, silently slip on my shoes, and with bated breath I very carefully turn the doorknob. No rusty hinges thankfully, and no one is making noise out in the hall. I manage to open the door without a sound…

“Isabelle?”

I freeze in place again, my muscles taught. I’m ready to bolt and just try to make a run for it. But… hearing his voice like that, I can’t help but pause… and look back…

Ryder’s still in bed, now sitting upright. He looks… exhausted, actually. Dark circles under his eyes, a wobbly disorientation in his gaze. There’s a rather severe expression on his face, one that I haven’t seen before. He looks conflicted. Almost fearful.

But he forces a smile and makes no effort to stop me, simply saying, “It was really nice getting to know you.”

“Mm-hmm,” I respond reflexively.

I stand in the doorway for a few seconds longer, and in those short moments I feel a series of battles erupt in my mind. Making eye contact with him like this, I… I can’t help but feel a sense of longing. It’s so fucked up, I must be out of my mind. I’ve seen what he’s capable of. I know how powerful and how dangerous he can be. But… dammit, he and I shared such an intense connection last night that was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I’ve never felt more alive, I discovered so much about myself, and yes it all seems terribly wrong on the surface, but deep down inside me… it still feels right. The feelings for him that I’ve been carrying these last three semesters haven’t gone anywhere, if anything they’ve gotten stronger. I can’t deny that I still care about him.

Maybe he’s using mind tricks on me this very second. I don’t think he is, I could always sense it when he was influencing me, but it’s not impossible. Where would we even be able to go from here? How am I supposed to know what’s real and what’s not anymore? How am I supposed to trust any sort of happiness that he’s able to give me?

Then again. If I can’t tell the difference between real happiness and fake happiness… does it really matter?

Aaarrghhh. Fuck it.

I give him a hard look, and within my brain I sheepishly form a thought that I try to send across the room. See you Saturday?

Ryder’s reaction is subtle, but even though I’m big again, I feel like I can still notice his micro expressions. Eyes widening in surprise. Shoulders drooping with relief. Face smoothing out into a much more genuine smile.

See you Saturday, he responds silently, clear as day.

I close the door.