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    • Micro Workplace Fatality: Maid

      Yes I know that the title is rather odd. The idea was to make a series of stories where tiny women trying to accomplish their work and getting, well, in fatal situations.

      This is a unaware M/f vore story, just to brief what to expect. It is my first story, albeit a bit old now.


      Having trampled miles across the concrete sidewalk, holding her black umbrella and comically oversized back pack, before she arrived at the white wooden door. Someone else might have ringed the doorbell or knocked, but she had no choice but type to her employeer she was standing outside. She didn’t have to wait much before hearing increasingly louder sounds from behind the door.

      It didn’t faze her, it wasn’t anything new. It was just the sound of someone bigger walking towards her direction. And just as the loudest boom almost made her lose balance, a new sound high above indicated the door was being unlocked. The wooden structure moved inwards and revealed the perpetrator behind the noise.

      A black haired man, either late thirties or early forties, wearing a white shirt beneath his cheap gray suit. His hazel eyes focusing on her petite figure. He fidged with his glasses as his lips formed a smile. “Bianca, right?” His tone was friendly, a welcomed change for once. Likewise, she replied with a smile. “Yes. Mister Davis-” Was all she got to say before he interruped, shaking his head left and right. “No, No, Richard is just fine.” He stepped aside, each foot causing thunderous sounds as he did so.

      Bianca closed her white umbrella and began to enter the house. “It isn’t big but- well…” He winced at his own choices of words, not that Bianca payed much attention, continuing to walk onwards. “Well…I suppose it’s big and cozy!” He joked and Bianca faked a smile. Perhaps if she didn’t need this job that bad, she would be in a more pleasant mood.

      Once she walked far enough, Richard moved so he was the one standing on the doorway. “The funds have already been transfered for today so don’t force yourself to do extra. I just really need the kitchen counter to be cleaned and, if you have time, maybe clean a cup or two.”

      Not any new information to her. This was all explained when she joined the Micro Labor Union a few days ago. Not a normal Union, but one that any Micro had to join to partake in legal work with Humans. Allowing work integration between Humans and Micros came with laws that were long debated and only settled on recently.

      Human employeers expressed their fears on Micro’s fragile bodies and how much they’d have to pay for each workplace injury. So, the most important rule from the Micro Labor Union was that injuries were unfortunate, of course, but not the Human’s fault unless the act was intentional. Every Micro was expected to know the dangers and sign a paper saying they, or their family, weren’t legible for a lawsuit if they were injuried…or died.

      On the other side, since Micros were prepared to work despite knowing the danger, they had to be paid in full for their jobs before even doing them. Not that their wages came close to a Human’s.

      “Well, I have to leave for work. So make yourself home.” He said, about to close the door before remembering something. “Oh!” He exclaimed, looking back at her. “Alex- em, my son, might show up at one point. Don’t mind him and feel free to ignore him. I already told him you’d be coming so there won’t be any problems.” And with one wave of goodbye, he closed the door behind him.

      “Right…” Bianca said, looking around the house. The door leaded straight into the living room. A huge, blue couch stood not too far from her, but the television would take a few minutes of walking to reach. She could also see three doors further, but her assigment was much closer. Turning left, she noticed the doorway to the kitchen. No door, just like in the job description.

      There was one thing left to do: Her job.


      The kitchen was nothing special, albeit much more than she could afford herself. To her left, a fridge with a few family photos held by magnets, mostly of Richard and a child, probably Alex; A stove, which she could see, even from her perspective, it hadn’t been properly cleaned in a while; A garbage bin, which was already overflowing with trash.

      To her right was a massive wall of counters, one of which would probably be a sink, but she couldn’t see from the tiled floor. She dropped her back pack to the floor and searched for the red push pin. When she removed it, she began to unwravel the cord that she had attached to it and then wrapped around the metalic part, lest the pin poke and pierce her back pack’s fabric.

      Once she was finished, she held on the rope and readied herself before throwing the pin high in the air. It went fowards…and then fell back. “Almost.” She mumbled to herself, attempting again. This time, it landed on top of the counter…but with one tug, it came plunging down back to her.

      “Third time’s the charm…” She said, trying once more. This time…it seemed stable enough. “Well…let’s hope I didn’t miscalculate how much my back pack weights.” Wearing the back pack once more, she began to climb the white rope.

      After a couple of minutes, she managed to reach the top without any trouble. Leaving the push pin in it’s place, to have a way down, she dropped her back pack once more. She took a good look around.

      The counters were actually, pretty filfthy. It wasn’t just dust that accumulated, but she noticed dropped crumbs, as well as remains of sauce and grease. Finally, far away in the middle, was the metal sink. Like a pit filled with dirty porcelain. If she had time and energy, perhaps she would try to clean a cup.

      She wouldn’t want this to be a one-time thing, afterall. She needed this. “Right…” She turned around to her back pack and removed a white cloth from it, one of many cleaning items she brought.

      After walking to the kitchen, she looked down at the dishes. Some looked recent, but some seemed to haven’t been cleaned in a while. Well, she knew this wouldn’t be a rich guy’s house, otherwise they’d hire a Human instead, but still…

      She sighed and began to walk towards the wall. Similar to how one would walk in a narrow path of a cave, she had to walk on the narrow path of the countertop without falling inside the sink. All of that so she could turn the water on. Since it was an old sink, there was a handle on the left of the faucet. Shaped like a plus sign, she only had to turn it sideways to start the flow.

      But that was proving a little difficult with her strenght. “Hng…I thought I was a bit stronger…” Or rather, the handle was just a bit old and hard to turn to the side. When she was starting to push it, she started to hear a familiar sound.

      Steps.

      They weren’t as scary, now that she wasn’t on the ground, but perhaps it meant the person wasn’t too far away, otherwise, she might not have heard it. Just then, a figure appeared on the doorway, the same one she used to enter the kitchen.

      A black haired teenager, someone with a strikling ressemblance to Richard, despite having green eyes. She could easily deduce him, both by Richard’s hints and the fact he looked similar to the child in the photos - Alex.

      His messy black hair giving barely covering his white headphones, shouting music almost loud enough for Bianca to hear.

      Wearing a white t-shirt, black hoodie, jeans and black sneakers, he took the first steps into the kitchen. At first, Bianca thought he would either introduce himself to her or ask for something. Perhaps, in the worst case scenario, be disgusted at her size. Either way, she needed to appear likeable, so she began to walk back, away from the sink.

      It wasn’t until she wasn’t in danger of falling into the sink that his eyes wandered to the red push pin she had left on the counter. “The fuck?” He asked, lowering his eyebrows and reaching for the item.

      Her eyes became wide as she shouted at him. “Wait-” She shouted, but it felt on deaf years. He plucked it out with ease. He turned around, all of his attention on the item. “How did this get here? Maybe it’s something from one of dad’s projects?” He asked, expecting no answer.

      And even when Bianca yelled the answer, he was none the wiser. “Eh, whatever.” He said, tossing the item back to the kitchen counter. At least she’d still have a way down, even if she’d have to stab it against the wooden counter again.

      As Bianca began to walk towards it, Alex returned to his own world. Unbeskown to him, today was the day his father scheduled the maid to attend. Yes, he was told, but no, he didn’t remember it was today. Instead, his real reason to be in the kitchen was very simple: he was hungry.

      So without even glancing at Bianca, he reached for the kitchen cabinet high above her, reaching for a white bowl. Yet, like a normal careless teenager, his arm also bumped against a cereal box, knocking it and sending various chocolate balls to Biana’s path. “Shit!” He yelled, using his other arm to lift the cereal box.

      But his unintended actions had unintended consequences he couldn’t even fathom . As Biana walked towards the push pin, she heard a loud noise above her, like multiple items shuffling against each other. One look up was enough to tell why: a cascade, a waterfall, a thunderstorm of food raining above her. “Huh?!” She barely managed to say, before they mounted around her like a pile of leaves.

      A few bumped against her, forcing her against the cold floor. She barely had a second to register what was happening before even more chaos was thrown in her way. As she looked up, she saw a huge fleshy wall in front of her, moving ever so closely, collecting everything in it’s path.

      Alex, seeing his mess, decided to scoop the fallen cereal into his bowl. It was a little more cereal than he’d normally eat, but he might as well eat it all since he already poured outside the box. He placed the bowl on the end of the counter and with his other hand, pushed everything on the counter inside it, collecting all the cereal in one place.

      Bianca was forced among the many little chocolate balls into the bowl. She could barely move, as if she was in an oversized ballpit. Whenever she pushed one away from her, another fell to fill it’s place. Still, she continued to struggle. Yelling wasn’t going to save her anyway, it was up to her own survival skills.

      But she’d soon come to realize that stronger Micros had died in workplaces such as hers. As Alex closed the fridge, he poured white, cold milk on the cereal. Bianca gasped before she was hit with a few splashes of it.

      It began to collect underneath her, until it reached and passed her. Although this was also a blessing in disguise. The chocolate balls began to float up, freeing her to reach the surface herself. Swimming in the milky lake she was enclosed in, she reached the top and took a big gasp of air.

      Not that she would have drowned in the milk if she was a few seconds later, but the experience was enough to cause anyone to panic. “Stupid teenager- look down here and pay attention for once!” Yelling in frustation caused no reaction from Alex.

      He continued to walk to his room, having already grabbed a metal spoon from a drawer. One of the few clean ones remaining. He thought his dad should hire the maid already. Without looking down, he decided to take his first scoop while still walking.

      The bowl shook with each step, causing small waves of milk as the chocolate balls floated. Bianca didn’t notice the spoon coming down until it was too late. “Ah?” She mumbled something as she looked down. Seeing a dark shadow underneath her…it seemed she was already on the spoon path’s.

      Not sure whether it was better to try to catch his attention once he lifted her up or to try to move out of the way was safer, she hesitated. That was enough to seal her with one of the options as it rose above the milk. Now she was being carried by the spoon…towards his hungry mouth.

      She waved with both arms, still yelling at him. But Alex was none the wiser, simply opening his lips and letting the contents of the spoon enter his mouth.

      Bianca watched his eyes before she did pass his lips, they looked foward, not once glancing down. And as his lips opened, his breathe caused her to grimmace. He hadn’t cleaned his teeth today, she guessed, but as she was placed in the dark carvenous space, she disreguarded that and focused on the important: getting out!

      She jumped foward and reached for the tip of the spoon, holding onto it with one arm. But as Alex took the spoon out, his lips formed a strong wall that blocked her exit. “No!” She exclaimed, now left to become teenager fuel.

      She watched in despair as the ground beneath her began to move, his strong tongue moving it’s contents around. Each chocolate ball a target for his teeth to break into smaller pieces. “Stop!” She yelled, as she was mistaken for one. “Mister Alex!” She yelled his name as she was thrown onto pearly white teeth. “I-” And as she looked up to see a similar row coming down, she felt herself being pushed down before…feeling nothing.

      Alex, having never known about Bianca’s presence, never noticed when he chewed on her body and then swallowed everything in his mouth to prepare for more food. He wouldn’t discover that his stomach digested her remains and, indeed, turned her into fuel for the eighteen years old teenager.

      His father would eventually come home to Alex watching television. He entered the kitchen and noticed that it was almost the same as before. For a minute, he wondered if Bianca didn’t bother to do her job…but noticed the push pin on top of the counter. It was clear she tried. If she didn’t succeed…he didn’t know how, but he knew she was dead.

      He sighed, feeling a bit guilty, but knowing he had to move on.

      As he disposed of the push pin, he returned to the living room.

      Alex gave him a glance and asked. “So, when is that maid coming again?”

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    • RE: Favorite size for tiny ladies?

      Much like another post, the smallest I am the more I enjoy.
      It adds to the sense of helplessness and everything becomes a bigger task/hurdle to overcome (sometimes, impossible!).

      And I do love unaware, and being smaller makes that easier.

      posted in Size Fantasy Chat
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    • RE: First Post! Toetally: Trying Something New [M/f]

      Nice art!

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    • RE: Giants And Tiny Feet - Giant Men

      These all look amazing. I just need…money…sob!

      Ripper thanks for contributing to giant male content.

      Are any of these exclusively M/f?

      posted in Videos
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    • RE: Micro Workplace Fatality: Maid

      @a_phoenix09

      Thank you! I’m so happy to know other people enjoy my stories. Since I’m someone who enjoys M/f and unaware, I noticed there was little to no content like that.

      So one day I just thought “sure, I’ll write something” and that’s how it began. I wrote it in one day (altho with multiple, unrelated breaks)

      Maybe I’ll write more, but am in a bit of a writer’s block + uni is KILLING me.

      posted in Stories
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    • RE: Lots of Troll Vore

      @gorrister I’ve seenthisall on deviantart but it’s nice to see it all again~

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    • RE: Young and big

      That’s very good! Good job.

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    Latest posts made by Tiny

    • RE: Giants And Tiny Feet - Giant Men

      @ripper Completely missed the reply! Oops. I was wondering, is any content in your site about M/f (basically giant man and tiny woman?) Or is it all M/m

      posted in Videos
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    • RE: Puny Princess Problems

      A new update.
      http://textadventures.co.uk/games/view/9cnzlnfot0ktfo8z8e923g/puny-princess-problems

      Changelog: 0.06
      -Instead of timers, the game now operates in turns. This is because many people complained about the timer causing bugs or happening when they were still reading. The game starts at turn 0 and turns are advanced by either entering a new room or by typing the command “Wait”. (Note that climbing certain objects might also pass the time). Events happen when a turn hits certain numbers (such as 20).
      -Implemented a Wizard who you can actually talk to. He gives you a mission and, once completed, you can even talk to him. Note that this is the skeleton for more content with him in the future.
      -Placed a comb in the bathroom that actually leads to the new deaths in the game. 5 deaths specifically.
      -Fixed some bugs, corrected some typos, and arranged some things to prepare for future updates.

      The temporary walkthrough that is very bare-bones: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1nYMSuh_scIjHPFteUud8xZsPmxtZbbCsN1e-LmVABrw/edit?usp=sharing

      posted in Other Media
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    • RE: Misstep

      Love it!

      posted in Artwork
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    • RE: Giants And Tiny Feet - Giant Men

      Thank you for the constant updates. Maybe one day if/when the real and dollar are closer to each other in value, I might be able to buy some.

      posted in Videos
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    • RE: Young and big

      That’s very good! Good job.

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    • Puny Princess Problems

      Thought I might as well as post it here. Just so you know before the textblock of info, this is an interactive game on it’s 5th edition.

      1- What is Puny Princess Problems?
      Puny Princess Problems is an interactive game made with Quest where you play as a princess who finds a strange ring on her vanity and, upon wearing it, becomes shrunk and ends up returning to that moment whenever she meets a fatal end. It features macro/micro M/f content with a great focus on unaware, as well as being very fatal. As of right now it includes a lot of vore and crushing, so if you’re not into this, the game is not for you.

      2- How do I play it?
      There are two ways to play: Online or Download. I REALLY recommend downloading the game, because it is way less buggy than its online counterpart. However, to play the downloadable version, you also need to download a program called quest. Links bellow.

      Game: http://textadventures.co.uk/games/view/9cnzlnfot0ktfo8z8e923g/puny-princess-problems
      Quest: http://textadventures.co.uk/quest/desktop

      3- Changelog
      This is probably one of the biggest updates, even if people might not get too excited about certain changes if they only want to focus on the kink part, so I’m going from what I think will entice most people to least:

      • There are three new deaths, all in rooms that featured no fatal end before. Two of them concern Roman and one involves Graham and is quite tricky to discover.
      • I rewrote every single room’s description. This is because I was inspired by “A Tiny Furry In A Huge World” by Queen Kyobi (with their permission) and decided I really should change up some of the text that I knew was just a placeholder. This also fixes many of the typos I had left behind.
      • Due to how I envisioned the game, there are a lot of events that happen with the passage of time, so I decided to color the first few words and he last few words of every event when it happens, making it easier to tell when something occured (such as a character passing by your location). This also meant changing some, but not all.
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    • RE: Growing Animosity

      @2ndsolesurvivor Pretty good.

      posted in Stories
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    • RE: Giants And Tiny Feet - Giant Men

      These all look amazing. I just need…money…sob!

      Ripper thanks for contributing to giant male content.

      Are any of these exclusively M/f?

      posted in Videos
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    • RE: Micro Workplace Fatality: Bus Driver

      Hey. Sorry. Had to post this in two parts. This is another one-shot following the same world as Micro Workplace Fatality: Maid
      (Should I shorten future titles to MWF? Maybe.)

      Another unaware story, as I enjoy them. This one does have some aware by the ending, as well as M/m, even though I am mostly a fan of M/f!

      I really hope you enjoy the worldbuilding, the story, and well, the fatalities, even if, some people, do survive. Thanks for reading, any feedback is welcome.

      posted in Stories
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    • RE: Micro Workplace Fatality: Bus Driver

      It didn’t take long for the trio of women to reach the entrance - Debbie, Lisa and the red-haired woman. And when they did, the balding businessman, who opened the door for them, also reached the entrance as well. He looked confused. “I called the MCU-” He meant the Micro Labour Union “-So help should arrive…Wait, where’s Keith?”

      Lisa spoke up. “If he’s your coworker, then he’s still inside. Either helping a lady or helping himself to some food. B-” But before she could continue, he just started running inside as well. “Ok, thanks.” Lisa looked over her shoulder in disbelief. “Ok! Who cares if you’re running into danger? I don’t!” She yelled back, but it warranted no response.

      “Oh hush. If he wants to save his friend, let them. It’s not like there’s any danger.” Lisa rubbed her left temple. “No danger yet. We’re in a human apartment. The chips looked stale, but not rotten. He’s bound to come back! And I did let him go. See?” She motioned to his form, disappearing into the darkness. "He 's going!”

      “Geez, stop fighting you two. We just gotta wait for the Bureau, right?” Debbie looked down. “I don’t think they’re coming…we weren’t supposed to come here in the first place…” The lady’s eyes went wide. “Seriously? Fuck, hate being a tiny. So they don’t wanna warn the giant?” Debbie sighed. “If we make it out we’ll probably be given hush money. And if you speak, well…I won’t advise that. Our world? Pfftch. But if it’s the giant’s word? That’s a whole other th-”.

      A loud, thumping sound echoed through the room. Debbie stopped speaking in surprise, but nobody was actually expecting it. Although the sound itself was known in every tiny’s soul: the giant they were discussing was approaching. With the sound of the door being unlocked, the apartment’s owner revealed himself.

      He seemed young, probably in his twenties. Slightly tanned skin and a muscular build. His face was hard to see from so far away, but Lisa could tell he was handsome. He had short brown hair styled in an undercut, as well as green eyes. As for his clothes, he wore black sport shoes, white shorts and a white sleeveless shirt. From his clothes, she quickly deduced he was either going to work out, or just did.

      He seemed to look frantically for something, leaving the door slightly open behind him. As he did, he started to walk closer and closer to their location. His massive running shoes making louder and louder booming sounds. “I think…we’re slightly off his path.” Lisa commented. “But let’s move further just in case.” Her eyes met the other two women. Debbie nodded, and that was all the confirmation they needed. They made a diagonal away from the bag.

      Not that they made much distance before he was practically on top of them. Lisa was right, they wouldn’t be hit anyway. What was actually in his path was the bag of chips he had chowed down yesterday. The three that had stayed, albeit knowing a giant was approaching, were left clueless of the happenings outside…until their world flattened unceremoniously.


      The seconds prior to his demise, the balding businessman was making way across to their companions. “Keith! What are you still doing here!” He said, catching both the other attention’s. Keith had stuffed his pockets with crumbs. “O-Oh, I’m just helping her.” His coworker yelled louder. “Don’t you hear the giant approaching?”

      The woman finally spoke up. “Do you think he’s here to eat this stale-” And just like that, it happened.

      Crunch.

      A series of crumbs were refined to smaller pieces under the giant’s weight. His feet had landed almost in the middle of the bag, albeit a little towards the opening. Inaudible among the various things crushed under his feet, most of which were stray pieces of chips, were the two buses that remained there. Debbie was right they’d probably fall apart at the slightest bump, but this meant they were utterly crushed beyond usage. Not only destroyed, but broken into incredibly small pieces, the size of the other potato crumbs.

      Although worse than that, was the bald businessman who was rushing for the other two. He didn’t feel anything. He was alive one minute, and then he wasn’t. Pushed to the force in less than a second by a man a million times more powerful than him. The strongest among today’s survivors, reduced to nothing but a splatter. His two companions were luckier, since they had walked further inside to grab chips, they had avoided the same fate as him, although the giant was only in the apartment for less than a minute. They weren’t safe until he was out.


      Outside, the trio watched as the bag got stepped on. The red-haired woman gasped in surprise, Debbie grimaced. Lisa’s hands turned into a fist. She opened her mouth, but didn’t say anything. She didn’t know for sure they got done for….but if they did…it wasn’t her fault. She told them to get out…so…it wasn’t her fault, right? It was their fault.

      She looked away, ignoring those thoughts. “He left the door open…” She mentioned. “We can’t go back through the underground system since it’s still flooded. If we stay here we’ll end up like them…so we gotta go through there.” She pointed.

      “Can we do it?” Asked the red-haired woman. “Even if we get outside, can we still get to safety? I mean, it’s raining, right? And there can be people outside t-” Lisa cut her off. “Listen, reddie. I’m going that way. You wanna stay here? Feel free to.” The redhead bit her lower lip.

      "She 's right. It’s dangerous and our chances aren’t grand, but our chances are zero here.” Debbie said, reaching for her cigarettes, but stopped. “Damn, I think I left my lighter in the bus.” She looked back at the bag. “Too late for that.” She smiled, her little joke an attempt to lift up the mood. Seems like it worked.

      “Also, it’s Ann.” Said the redhead. “That’s my name, don’t call me reddie.”

      The trio continued to walk towards the door, albeit in a slower pace for Debbie to keep up. With their backs facing the giant, they weren’t privy to his movements, but after stepping on the bag, he looked down on what just crunched under his sole, his feet slightly retracting.

      He reached down to grab, his fingers grasping pressing against it as he grasped it. He raised it to his face. “Huh, forgot this was here.” He said, loud enough for all the tinies in the apartment. The trio continued walking, relieved the giant was distracted. Not so much for the two within the bag. Especially now that the bag was upright, as opposed to horizontal.

      This action caused most of the crumbs that weren’t stuck to the bag’s wall to fall to the bottom, including the two passengers within. The fall to the bottom wasn’t fatal. They were already somewhat deep within the bag and the chips provided some minor cushioning, albeit it was still quite painful.

      When they fell, the businessman fell face-first and managed to skink slightly into the pile of crumbs. Samantha, the blonde woman,sank a little too, up to her waist, so only she could see upwards to the opening. An uncaring face with green eyes looking at the collection of crumbs on the bottom. There were many, enough for a fistful or two. He couldn’t see Samantha among them, her blonde hair mixing in the colors - and even if she had a different hair color, the bag wasn’t properly lit, nor was he paying much attention. “Ehhh…” The giant said, squinting his eyes slightly. He shrugged. It was food…

      The action took less than a second. He raised the bag by tilting it. The bag went back to vertical, then back to horizontal, this time upside down. And like the last time, gravity worked it’s magic, bringing their contents towards his already opened mouth. “Holy shit!” She yelled as they went down. Keith took a little longer to realize what was happening. “Fuck! He’s going to eat us!”

      Samanha looked around, noticing one area that was slightly pressed down, where one of his fingers was pitching it. She tried to hold onto it, but it only secured her a place for a couple of milliseconds, after which other chips pushed her down. This only brought her some time. The businessman fell first, landing on his tongue. Samantha, however, continued resisting. When she was just about to reach the end of the bag, she once more tried to take hold of it, hoping to grasp the opening plastic.

      It didn’t quite work, she lost her grip just as quickly, but it was enough to change her position so that she landed on his lower lip instead, among an array of other crumbs. Not that this safety lasted for long either. When he closed his lips, it was enough to make Samantha lose her position and fall down once more. “Seriously?!” She asked, not that anybody was there to hear.

      Falling down, past his chin, she looked downwards. This time, if she failed to hold onto something, she would surely die upon reaching the floor. The first thing that came to her mind on what to grasp on was his shirt. It was somewhat thigh against his body, slightly due to sweat, she could still see an opening down the rest of his body. But she didn’t care…third’s time the charm? No, she’d probably fail again…

      That’s when it hit her. Her purse. She held onto the handle and moved the body away as far as possible, hoping it would be enough to pass to the other side…and as she reached the collar, her hopes were answered. The purse went inside, while she was outside. The handle curved against the shirt’s collar, halting her fall. She felt like the purse’s handle might come off, so Samantha used her other hand to grasp his shirt. And just like that, Samantha’s life was saved a third time today.

      The same couldn’t be said for Keith. When the giant closed his lips, his world was thrown in darkness once more. Since all inside was a pile of crumbs (and him, of course), there was no need to actually chew the food inside his mouth. The giant simply tilted his head back and swallowed everything at once. His tongue only tasting the salty barbecue chips as both those, the remains of the bus, and Keith slid back into his throat. If his mouth was a cavern, then this would be a hole leading right to the bottom of the cave.

      “No- wait!” He yelled, but nothing stopped. “I’m here! I’m not food!” Yet crumbs started to fall down. “D-Don’t eat me! I…I don’t wa…I don’t want to die!” Yet he would, and he realized so when his leg didn’t feel something underneath him. Gravity pulled his leg down, which in turn pulled the rest of his body down. He fell down the throat, which began to properly contract to send oncoming nutrients to the stomach. Keith, at this point, was just more nutrients to be digested and devoured.

      He wouldn’t last very long. The giant was hungry, he hadn’t eaten in a little while, only deciding to devour these chips to get done with them. He’d land on a pile of crumbs that were already scattered enough that, with his weight, they would just give in and allow him to sink in the acid. He would gasp for air - and the acid would simply enter his system before he closed his mouth. And both from inside and outside, he would quickly be turned into nutrients to be burned in the giant’s next work out. Only Keith and Samantha being aware of his fate.

      The giant, already having moved on from eating, began to crush the plastic bag, pulverizing anything that had escaped gravity, before throwing the ball half-way across the room. It landed just perfectly on the bin. “Yes!” He grinned, feeling mighty proud of himself. “Oh, right.” He said, remembering what he was actually here for: his water bottle and gym card. So he went to continue his search. Samantha, meanwhile, continued to hang on his shirt, waiting for a time where, if she were to let go, she’d land safely.


      His search would continue for a few more minutes, giving enough time for the trio to reach the door. “Out of the fire and into the frying pan.” Debbie said, as they took advantage of the ajar door to slip past. They hadn’t taken much time to admire the apartment that they had entered. The bag wasn’t far from the door, so they just focused on it. But it was the living room, which was connected to the hallway to other apartments.

      The hallway’s floor was covered in carpet tiles, meaning that unlike the normal tiled floor of the apartment, they’d have to walk through carpet to actually get out. “There…” Lisa pointed to the left. There was just one set of doors before the actual lobby. Ann looked up and noticed the apartment number. 103. “Wow, like, that’s pretty lucky. Could have ended up on the end of the hallway.”

      “Don’t know if anything today was lucky.” Debbie retorts. “But we’re alive, eh? Just a little more walking on these old bones and we can do it.” She placed both hands against her back and pushed slightly, producing some cracks. “Alright, girls. It’ll be hard to see, but just gotta go straight.” She said, a smile on her face. “I reckon we’re out of here in less than twenty minutes.” And so, they continued their fight for survival.


      Samantha continued to hang for dear life. Although her arms were starting to get tired, she’d be damned if she’d die after so many close calls today. With the bus, the bag and the fall, she was exhausted, but not willing to give up. Even as the giant continued to search his house, sometimes turning rapidly, she kept on hanging. One hand grasping the shirt, and the other one both the shirt and the bag’s handle. “God why can’t you just lay down in bed or something?” She asked, not expecting an answer, and not getting any.

      Instead, she became privy to his every movement. At one point, he had even grabbed a little membership card. It was only a flash to her, but she managed to catch his name: Logan Hooper. The rest was a blur, as he simply pocketed the card without waiting for her.

      Eventually, though, he finally found the bottle he was looking for. He grasped it with his hand, opened it in a swift movement, and began drinking. Samantha gasped as she watched him swallow a lake-sized amount of water. Well, it was a lake to her.

      “Aaah~” He said, still holding his bottle. He could refill later at the gym. So he continued his path, moving towards the door he once arrived from. He hadn’t bothered locking it, since he would only be here for a few minutes. So just like the trio, albeit having to actually open the door entirely, he exited his apartment. Then he closed the door and locked it.

      Of course, this was noticed by Lisa, Debbie and Ann. They all looked back to see Logan. “Fuck, can’t we get a break?” Lisa asked. The only answer was a booming fall of Logan’s running shoe. “Run!” Debbie yelled.

      So the three girls did, but they weren’t covering much space. The carpet was like tallgrass and they weren’t going to win a race against Logan. Hell, even if they were the same size, he would win by a landslide. As Lisa ran, she lost sight of her two companions. She felt tense. They were so close to freedom. Would they make it this far only to die by an unaware jock?

      “What th- What is this?!” She heard a voice to her left. “Debbie?” She asked, halting her movements. Lisa hesitated…and then went after her. What she saw, however, wasn’t good. Debbie was stuck in some sort of paste…or sauce…or something of that consistency. Seemed like it had stuck to the tile. “Shit Debbie- I…let me get you out.”

      Boom. Logan was close.

      “Run.” Debbie said, she looked at Lisa, no tears in her eyes, just a will to survive that had been shattered. “Just get out and go…” Lisa blinked. Debbie didn’t deserve this. She was tough as nails, did everything right to survive, but because she stepped into a mess she couldn’t see, she was going to die? This wasn’t her fault…

      “Just go!” Lisa felt tears forming. “Do this for me, ok?”

      Boom. He was one step away.

      “Alright…” Lisa murmured, and continued to run. She ran, closing her eyes. It wasn’t logical, but she just didn’t feel like opening them. And as she continued forward, she heard a ‘squelch’ behind her, as well as a ‘crunch’.


      “Ah shit…” Logan said, stopping. He sneered and lifted up his shoes, one hand holding his leg as he turned the sole towards him. Something red against the sole. “Disgusting…what did I step on?” The answer, if anyone cared to know, was ketchup. As well as Debbie, whose remains were impossible to distinguish.

      Her last sight was of Logan’s sole, blocking the lights from lamps and casting a shadow. She didn’t utter a word, and had already ceased from attempting to get out. She led a good life, lived longer than practically everyone she knew. She just wished she had time to light up one more cigarette.

      “Man, and these were brand new. What a bummer…” Logan said, still staring at his soles. He had already caused the death of three people after finishing his walk, but the only tragedy he could recognize were his new shoes stepping into something gooey. He sighted…then noticed something just slightly in his field of vision.

      “Huh?” He asked, his focus shifting from his shoes to his shirt. Samantha was in a prime spot. Against the white shirt, she stood out, and being so close to his head meant she wasn’t far away from his eyes. Now that she was in the lit by the lamps, as opposed to stuck in a dark bag, she was finally spotted.

      Although he hadn’t quite realized it was a tiny woman, Logan just had to pinch the strange object and raise it to his face, where it was easier to see. And squished between two fingers: there she was.

      “Shit, what were you doing there?” He smirked, his eyes focusing squarely on Samantha. Despite the hell she had gone through, even now he could recognize she was pretty. Blonde hair that reached her waist, as well as clothes better than most her size would afford. Slim with curves in the right places.

      “Holy shit…” She said, unsure whether to smile or scream. “You- oh my god. You don’t know what I’ve been through.” She said, lips curling into a smile, albeit one filled with anxiety at being so close to a giant. She had never been this close to one, and especially not the sole focus of one.

      “It started when we were in the underground system, then came the water, and then we had to escape and got into your apartment and then-” But before she could retell her woes, Logan raised an eyebrow. “You were in my apartment? Miss, I think that’s not legal!” Despite his words, his tone was still light and his smile still there.

      “Well, look, it’s not like that. It was life and death! You know, like-” But he interrupted her once again. “You know, I think we should get to know each other a little more.” With his other hand, he fished the keys to his apartment, turning around and heading back.

      “Look that’s generous of you but if you could just drop me back home or- really…like here…” He laughed and gave her a playful wink. “Naw, I think we should go back home.”

      As he unlocked the door and went back, Samantha had to wait a little before processing what was happening. “Wait…am I being…kidnapped?” She whispered to herself. Logan didn’t hear, or didn’t bother replying. He just locked the door back once he was inside.


      With Logan back inside, Ann and Lisa were safe from immediate danger. Nobody seemed to be roaming the hallway or the lobby. They transversed the carpet and eventually found each other.

      “It’s not raining anymore.” Ann pointed out. “Like, we can go back home.” She said, a smile across her lips. “Just wait for the new guy to open the door and we’re free to go!” Lisa didn’t bother replying, although she agreed with everything Ann said.

      She could excuse the other people’s deaths. They choose to stay in the bag. They made the wrong decision. But what about Debbie? It wasn’t her fault. She made every right decision and still ended up dead. If anyone was to blame, it was the giant. No, it was the whole system. It was their fault the water got in, one way or another, it’s because they didn’t build it properly. Or didn’t build a system to drain the water and avoid these issues.

      “Fuck them all.” She whispered to herself. Even for the people who stayed in the bag, they only got there because of the system. They wouldn’t be there if it hadn’t flooded. Everything was their fault. All the deaths…and it would all be sweeped up so the apartment owner wouldn’t sue. Bullshit…

      “Okay, I see you’re super mad, so let’s just wait in silence.” Ann added, tapping her foot against the floor as they waited.


      Eventually, someone would enter, opening the door, and they would get out. They parted ways pretty soon after. Lisa didn’t bother to hear Ann’s explanation. Her mind was elsewhere. She walked, making sure not to fall victim to passengers walking the sidewalk like her. The side closest to buildings was supposed to be used by tinies, so she just kept on that lane.

      That doesn’t always mean safety, but she didn’t encounter any close calls before getting home. It was pitch-black when she finally returned to her crummy one-room apartment. She didn’t sleep. She just watched television, waiting for the news.

      All that was said is that the place went underwater. It was presumed that everyone in Debbie’s and Lisa’s bus died, including the drivers. Rowan managed to drive back to the entrance, probably because he knew about the water issue earlier than anyone else. He was deemed a hero and was given enough money to not work as a bus driver. The reason was undermined, but it was assumed to be one of the other driver’s fault.

      Debbie was right, hush money. Even if he had saved so many people, he wouldn’t get that much money. “Just in case he knows we entered that guy’s apartment?” She asked herself…and laughed. “Fuck! Hahaha!” She turned the remote against the wall.


      Lisa would later return to the MCU, but was told to take the cash and not tell the story. When she didn’t take it, she was stripped off her job.

      She spent a few weeks spending the money she had secured. She wanted to get her story out, but nobody would listen if she tried to. And she wasn’t going to tell the apartment guy, he killed plenty of people for her to know they were dangerous, even when they weren’t aware.

      Just when her savings were about to end, she noticed a strange paper slipped under her door. An eye with a red tear…or maybe it was crying blood. She flipped it to read the message.

      ‘Giants have reigned us for too long. They’ve proven they’re vile, uncaring, sinful and corrupted.’

      ‘You’ve been deemed worthy to join us. Prove your loyalty and help us eradicate those guilty of atrocious acts.’

      She looked down at the paper, noticing the address on the bottom. Her lips curled into a smile.

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