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@2ndsolesurvivor I love the structure of an unrequited crush here. It’s so sad and so relatable to anyone who’s nursed one of those annoyingly things! Great job!

@olo these are fantasic. Thank you for sharing your vast archive here!

Charming, goth socialite and CEO David Pine invites the smart and curious non-binary journalist Alex Jacinto to his office for an exclusive interview on his advanced technology company’s latest physics breakthrough. Alex has gone up against some strong personalities in their reporting career, but this one is definitely the most dangerous, and the most dominating.

Since Alex is non-binary you can imagine them however you like. Personally, I see them as AFAB, but the story would also work if you see them as AMAB or intersex. This is a bit of an experiment in writing this way. David Pine is AMAB and cisgender.

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PART 1 of X

Pine Industries’ global headquarters are on the top floor of a 40-story skyscraper in the financial district that was built in the 1960’s. From a distance, it looks like a gleaming, stark, black glass block. I enter the rotating doors, and, after checking in with security, I am escorted to the company’s executive suite by a member of David Pine’s private security detail.

Mr. Pine takes his security and his privacy more seriously than anyone else I have interviewed, and I have spoken to several millionaires and US senators. He is known to be eccentric. I try to maintain an emotional distance from the subjects of my news articles, but I have to admit that I am a little excited to meet him after our brief phone call the previous week. He had a charming demeanor on the phone - befitting a man with a reputation as both a brilliant physicist, and a personable socialite.

The security guard and I leave the elevator, and we enter a shiny upper lobby, with clear glass windows overlooking the city skyline to the left and right, and a black marble wall directly about in front of us.

Unlike most office building floors, there is just one visible door on this whole floor, in the stark center of the floorplan, directly across from the elevator bank. It says “David Pine”.

The security guard presses the intercom button on the door.

“Alex Jacinto is here to see you now,” he says into the speaker.

The speaker buzzes loudly, and the electronic door swings open.

“Go ahead,” the guard says, and gets back on the elevator.

The electronic sliding door is just wide enough for one person. It’s currently open just for me. I feel a little cautious about being so isolated with an interview subject, but I step through the door, and it gently slides closed behind me. I didn’t become a journalist to be afraid of everything. This was going to be a great cover story.

Through the door, the room is completely different. It looks like a 19th century library, with mahogany floors covered in lush rugs, and several rows of book cases filled with both antique and modern books. David is at his computer, double monitors casting a blueish glow on his face, focusing intently on something. He glances over at me, seemingly remembers that I exist, and stands up, gesturing to me to come closer.

“Come here, come here. Don’t worry about my working, I am just messing around with something, I was expecting you here,” he says, and walks towards me for a handshake.

When he stands up, I notice that he’s at least 6’4’', and in good shape. I had heard that he’s a tennis player as a hobby, and his build fits that. He’s wearing a black button up business casual shirt, tight black jeans with an intricate, deep red pattern in their fabric, and Doc Martens boots, and has several piercings on both of his ears, and one on his nose. His hair is partially shaved, and partially long and black. This look would fit in well at a Goth club, but it looks great on him here, too.

“I’m so psyched to meet you in person,” he says. As he shakes my hand, I notice several detailed silver rings, some with large, deep-colored gems. I notice a thick silver chain behind his shirt, though I can’t see the pendant.

“I’m so glad to meet you, as well, Mr. Pine,” I say, and he gestures to a coffee table in the corner of the expansive office.

“Let’s chat over some tea?”

He makes me some lovely green tea, and we sit down for the interview. I get out my digital voice recorder, and I also take out my laptop.

“I will admit right now, I am a little starstruck to meet you, Alex. I was a huge fan of your book on String Theory. You really made the subject accessible to the average reader,” he said.

“Thank you, though I know that would be boring to a physics PhD like yourself.”

“Nonsense. Engaging, but accurate, science writing is far from easy to write. I’ll admit I’ve tried my hand, and failed at it. Educating the public, especially the large portion without college degrees, is a worthwhile cause. And you’re so good at it- your series on Climate Change for USA Today last year really deserved that Pulitzer Prize.”

I blushed. He had actually done his research. Usually, I’m the only one who knows anything biographical about the other person in this situation.

“I’m flattered. I really am.”

“You’re funny on Twitter too, Alex,” he said, chuckling. “I’ve been following you on there for years.”

“Really?”

“I really am quite a fan. You’re one of the most talented non-fiction writers  today. And I’m glad you actually have a graduate degree in physics, it clearly improves your understanding of the topic.”

I am a little unnerved that he knows that. He must have read that on my Wikipedia. Or is that on the dust jacket for the String Theory book?

“It must be so exhilarating that you get to write about physics as your topic, there is so much that we’re learning about it right now.”

“Yes, Mr. Pine-”

“Call me David,” he corrected me, and grabbed my free hand, quite unexpectedly.

“David, that is exactly what I am here about. Pine Industries released a mysterious press release about your latest breakthrough in “Sub-Molecular Organization Lattices” last week. The stock price jumped afterwards, but nobody that I’ve spoken to could put that press release into layman’s terms.”

“Yes, the SMOL project,” David says, nodding, putting his tea cup down. “It’s a huge topic to go into with just a text description. Allow me to demonstrate.”

David walks to his desk, and pulls a beautifully carved wooden box out of his desk drawer, about the size of a thick jewelry gift box. He brings it back to the mahogany coffee table and hands it to me.

“Open it.”

The top opens easily, and I stare at what looks like some sort of medical device, surrounded by a form-fitting wood carving, a precisely made carrying case. It is a broad bullet shape, like a tall dome, about an inch in diameter, an inch and a half high. It is  made of an extremely strong, clear plastic mesh. There is a tiny metal latch in the front, with an electronic lock to the side.

“What is this?” I ask.

“One moment. All will be clear once you see the second part.”

He calmly walks to the wall behind me, and swipes his wrist over a foot-wide black glass-like electronic panel. The panel beeps, and then blinks red repeatedly, like a silent alarm. I stare at it.

“Let me take that back from you, I’ll show you the connection between these two things,” he says, grabbing the box and mesh dome from my hands. He steps several feet away, and my eyes follow him. I stare at him, and wait. I know that he can have trouble catching up his thoughts to his mouth sometimes, like many other highly intelligent people I’ve talked to for science stories.

There is a loud electronic whine, and then a THWACK sound comes from the wall panel. A bright-pink electric bolt hits me in my chest. It feels like it burns. I gasp, the wind knocked out of me, and then I stand up. I was not expecting an attack here. He has no reputation like that.

“What the hell was that, DAVID?” I ask him, and stumble towards him. He is not shocked, he planned this.

“That was my new technology. The Sub-Molecular Organization Lattice Reconfigurator. It algorithmically simplifies and Reorganizes matter to more efficient presentations.”

As he says this, I feel extremely weak. I want to pass out. I refuse to. I must stay awake, so I can report on this as soon as I get out of here. I slowly walk towards him.

I’m alone up here. He’s rich and charming, so he’s basically immune to legal consequences, no matter what he wants to do to me. For the first time, I am a little afraid. But I am not nearly as afraid as I am angry.

“How dare you test your stupid device on me, you smug piece of shit,” I yell, while feeling dizzy. The room is spinning. I feel a wind circling around me, like I’m free-falling, but my feet are still solid on the ground.

The room stops spinning for a moment. I look down. I am only two feet from the ground, but I am standing up.

“You fucker! You shrunk me?” I say, aghast.

He steps towards me. I stare up at him, and he’s towering over me. My head only reaches his kneecap. The top of his tall Doc Marten boots reach my waist.

“You’re not even done yet,” he says, his voice now unnaturally loud. He is grinning widely.

The ground rushes towards me again, as I stare up at his hugeness. He seems to get larger and larger and larger, until it is hard to relate to him as a person, and he looks more like a huge, freakishly moving, building to me.

“You are SO adorable,” his amplified-sounding voice says from what seems like half a mile above me. It sounds like an extremely loud concert from across a festival field. He takes an enormous step, and then another, making the ground shake like an earthquake. His right foot stops thankfully a little distance from me. It is the length of four subway cars to me, and about as wide as my apartment’s living room.

“Do you like my new boots?” He asks, and stomps his left boot just a few body lengths from me. I am temporarily deafened by the slap of the thick rubber against the marble floor, and I fall to the floor, shaken and dazed by this show of power. I start to sob. I look up at the boot. Based on how huge his treads and laces are to me, I am about a half of an inch tall.

“Don’t be afraid, Alex. Don’t fret. I’ll keep you safe,” he says, and he steps back, and slowly lowers himself onto his knees and hands, splaying his enormous left index and middle fingers to two sides of me. I am as tall as the length of his fingernails.

“Here, I’ll whisper,” he says, and moves his face to just a few huge inches from me.

I can see every pock mark, every acne scar, and hair follicle. He has a five o’clock shadow, and his nose piercing is tarnished. He is wearing a little bit of now-crusty black eyeliner, probably leftover from last night. His lips are enormous, fleshy structures, that remind me of dead, pink, stretched-out orca whales. I can smell his breath, like a humid sauna air blasting at me again and again. At least his breath was recently refreshed with a mint.

A mint that he ate because he was planning this violation, I realize. What an asshole.

“You dropped something, before,” he says under his breath.

He puts his weight on his knees and leans over me. I wince, as his unfathomable body casts a shadow over my carpeted world. He is stretching over my space to grab something from the table that I was sitting at a few moments ago. He leans back onto his folded legs, and places the item he grabbed a few long inches in front of me.

It is the mesh item that I was perplexed by. The first time I saw it, it had fit easily into my hand, the size of an olive. Now, in front of me on the floor, it was clearly a bullet-shaped cage, just large enough to hold me. From up close, this mesh looked like a soft, transparent, woven plastic, unlike any material I had seen.

“This is a nanomesh cage. It lets air, light, and fluids through, but it keeps the passenger trapped and safe. It’s a proprietary material which we are developing, that prevents crushing or deceleration injuries.”

I look from his oversized face above me to the cage in front of me. I am stock-still, unsure where to move. His gaze is piercing and inescapable, but that cage is too eerie. I don’t want to be close to either of them.

David taps something on his phone, and the cage’s door opens, with an inviting, electronic, “beep”.

“Go ahead, Alex. Get in.”

I start to step towards it. I get a cold feeling on the back of my neck as I get closer to it, like it’s a trap. I stand still, in the middle of my step, breathing heavily, eyes fixed on the cage.

“Come on,” he says, impatiently. “Last chance, before I help you.”

I start to run away - away from the cage, and away from his gaze, towards his left.

I wonder if I’m fast enough, but he just starts to laugh. It’s  deep, and  derisive, and its vibrations shake me to my bones.

His huge hand lands in front of me quickly, with the cage nestled between three of his fingers, like someone holding a precious gem. Something soft but unyielding nudges me from behind towards the cage, stronger than I can resist. Not wanting to get crushed against the cage or the finger  in a sad, tiny accident, I let him shove me into the door. I turn around and see that he was pushing me with a Q-tip, which he puts down to use his smart phone again. The cage beeps again, and its door locks closed behind me.

“There you are. All safe and sound,” he whispers above me. He gently grips the cage between two fingers. He slowly lifts me into the air, but the movement is still fast enough to cause me to lose my balance and fall to the side of the cage. I was expecting the cage’s sides to scrape me as I fell, but it was gentle to the touch. This is a strange new material. It feels like taught, sturdy spandex to the touch, but I can see through it like slightly warped glass. I wonder if the millions of dollars that his company spent on researching a transparent, breathable, soft, yet strong plastic composite was really just for this CEO’s personal shrunken-journalist cage.

I’ve been reduced to the size of a peanut M&M, and I am still thinking like a journalist, chasing the five w’s they taught us in Journalism class 101: Who, What, Where, How, and Why.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m showing you,” he says. He puts the cage into his left palm and walks through a locked black door in the back of his office. Each of his steps reminds me of being on a large ship in the middle of a wind storm, feeling each wave rock the interior of the ship back and forth, again and again. Left to right. Up and down. Again and again.

The room we enter is dimly and warmly lit, and there is a bed in the center, with black satin sheets, and black steel nightstand tables to its left and right. There are three HR Giger art prints framed on the walls. I look again - those are too big to be posters, and on canvas - those aren’t prints, they’re original artworks, worth tens of thousands of dollars from that famous artist. They show half-human, cybernetic creatures penetrating each other’s stuck-open orifices with mechanical organs.

“This is my nap room,” he says. “I need to powernap when we’re in crunch time. I still do crunch time with my whole engineering team, I find its easiest to lead by example.”

He sets my cage down on one of the steel nightstand tables. The thud knocks me to the side of it again, and I fall down. I finally sit, legs folded under me, and I look up at his huge form, in this underlit, goth, corporate bedroom. The full gravity of my situation hits me, now that the movement has stopped, and I see him staring at me, his arms folded, like he’s studying a new piece of artwork that he just bought.

I try to read his expression. Is this temporary? Is he just trying to show off this new SMOLR technology so I’ll write a glowing press release for him about it?

“You’re mine now,” he says. The words crush my hope worse than the initial realization of my size did, since they prove that this isn’t an accident, and that he’s not planning on it being temporary. I start to tremble in fear.

“No! You bastard! You can’t just use me! I’m a human being!” I scream at the top of my lungs.

He puts his hand to his ear, and strains to listen. He can hear me. This room is eerily quiet, being so high in the air above the traffic noise, and on a floor that the elevators only rarely visit.

“Yes, Alex, you are a human being. A smart one, at that, much above average, and a talented writer. That’s why I picked you to write about your experience here, for posterity. Think of it as a first-person memoir, as a sort of biography of me. You’ll be able to write from a unique perspective,” he says gently, “right here,” he says, and quickly gestures towards his crotch.

I stop breathing for a moment as I see his hand doing this motion. I look up at his face, so high above me, and he has a lecherous expression, amplified in its fearfulness by its over-sized dimensions. My blood runs cold.

I can do nothing but bang on the sides of my cage and shout in rage as he unzips his tight black and red jeans’ fly and moves his pants down to his knees. The sound of the yards of thick denim dropping is like that of a ship’s canvas sails falling down all at once. His sizable package looks like a dangerous piece of machinery tucked behind a tight pair of dark red and black boxer briefs. They have a repeating design of a red cobra on them.

If this was a first date with someone more my size, I would make fun of that underwear’s cheesy print, and ask him if he picked them out just for me tonight. The joke dies behind my lips, in this case.

He slides his boxer briefs down, and his huge dick comes springing out of them. He already had gotten an erection from what he had done to me so far.

There goes that “w”: “Why”. He wants to use me for his sexual perversion. I feel dirtier just imagining how he plans on doing that with me, given the size difference. If he earnestly tried to shove that airplane-fuselage-sized cock into me, I’d become red paste. I gasp at the thought.

“What do you want?” I shout.

He adjusts some device attached to his cock, and it beeps and lights up. A moment later, my cage beeps and lights up as well.

Hell’s Bluetooth.

He grabs my cage and brings me closer to his enormous boner. As the distance narrows, my heart pumps faster, and I can hear a rushing sound of a panic attack in my ears. I can smell his crotch’s scent - a mix of herbal scented soap, and the inevitable crotch sweat that still formed between his morning shower and our afternoon meeting. I also smell a slight scent of coffee, and I realize with disgust that that must be urine leftover from a recent coffee-scented piss. Something so subtle that I wouldn’t have noticed it if his dick was normal sized.

He places my cage next to the cock ring, and the cage and the ring both beep. I hear a clicking sound of machinery from the back of my cage, and the two are now attached.

I am now trapped in a cage attached directly to his cock shaft. I feel his encompassing body heat warming me all over, and the smell, from next to it, is overpowering my nose. I feel the vibration of his heartbeat. My back is to his dick, leaving me free to look around.

“This is your new home, Alex,” I hear him say. I can now fully feel the vibrations of his voice as it resonates throughout the organic structure of his whole body.

He is staring at me and grinning.

“See you later,” he says casually, as he reaches down to pull his underwear back up over his erection.

“NO!” I scream, and instinctually reach up, towards his face, pleading, but his expression does not change from its sadistic grin. The last thing I see in full light is that smirk, before the red stretchy fabric plunges my view into darkness. The fabric crushes his dick, and threatens to crush me, but the cage stays sturdy and soft, protecting me.

I wonder how long it will be until I see any light again, and I pass out from exhaustion. I don’t regain consciousness until several hours later.

@gold-phish Thanks for coming here! Oh hai Phish!

@2ndsolesurvivor !! I love the giant’s look! I look forward to more.

@2ndsolesurvivor I love this. All of the fun of destruction with none of the evil or death that it’s usually coupled with. I look forward to reading more of this. Thanks for posting!

@inkchild I’m really amused that based on this thread, there are already two Giant Cop themed games.

Looking back, back in the day, there was a Giant Pet / God themed game called “Black & White.” It was a battle simulator and city building game of sorts with a magic system and a giant animal avatar with AI that you had to train. My fav part though was my giant god-hand that I could toss rocks and enemy villagers with. It had a wild physics engine, very creative controls for the time.

I would SO contribute to a Kickstarter for a dedicated G/t VR experience!

@lux_aeterna
What a wonderful thread. Here I was, logging onto this site to get some inspiration for a size story I am writing and to maybe find a hot thing to read, and I am now becoming fans of several new musicians who sing in languages I don’t understand.

Ooh! You missed two of my childhood favorites!

Lauryn Hill - “Everything is Everything-” Manhattan is beautifully transformed into a giant record, and giant, male-looking, hands come down to occasionally scratch the record.

Crash Test Dummies - “Keep a Lid on Things” - I think the action here, of a tiny man looking for a battery for his normal-sized-man suit, was likely inspired by Men in Black’s tiny head-piloting Arquilians. That movie came out a little more than a year before this video did.
The close-up macro-style shots of the lead singer’s big human suit are very attractive to me.

@ripper
I love a man in a sharp, tailored suit. I am not a foot fetishist, I swear, but an expensive leather loafer looming over a scene is just, chef’s kiss.
I also like goth bois. I can only imagine a new romantic with lace and eyeliner - oh crap, I think I have to write that story, now.
Athletic wear can be hot if it’s tight on a muscular giant, same with jeans, but those weird , baggy basketball shorts that most dudes at the gym wear? No thanks. Baggy just doesn’t work for me on a giant.

@madoranoir

1. Gulliver. Actually considered a tattoo of him.
2. Godzilla - I’m a bit of a scaly, blame the Matthew Broderick movie that was really cool to me at the time
3. Horny from the PC game Dungeon Keeper (a Plausible giant)
4. Ant Man just because he’s the ADORABLE Paul Rudd
5. The Incredible Hulk. Those tight shorts. Collar steams

I remember laying in my bed and imagining a giant butt crushing me when I was still in preschool. I’ve been obsessed with giants since I was old enough to see them in fairytale and adventure movies, at a very young age.

Jack and the Beanstalk Mickey Mouse Cartoon and Honey I shrunk the kids were the earliest ones I can remember. And the whale in Pinocchio. There was also a vore episode of Rugrats, about a watermelon seed, and,

I 100% can blame my fetish for digestion and aware vore on the themed Magic School Bus books, cartoon, and PC gane. FULL STOP.

I was simply obsessed when I was too young to feel sexual feelings, and then when puberty happened, well, whoops, turns out now it’s a fetish.

@gorrister omg, Gulliver’s Travels And Monster Blood 3 were like two of my favorite books when I was a kid. XD I only bought Monster Blood 3 because of the cover, I didn’t read the rest of Goosebumps.

I would love to help out tiny versions of the ineffable husbands from Good Omens. I love them so much that I would genuinely work as hard as I could to help them get back to normal size, but I’d cherish the memories of the short time they’d spend around me as I figure their repair out.

As for giants, I’d love to be found by a kind giant , honestly. Harry Dresden from the Dresden Files novels could help me out if I was magically shrunken around his territory. I would also love to get shrunk and be found by Fox Mulder, back in the 90’s. I don’t know why, I just want to be helped by a smart, trustworthy, dude.

The cruel giants that I imagine, the ones the destroy cities, are unnamed and anonymous to me, so all of my answers here are sweet and gentle.

Katie breathed out heavily, starting to feel pain in her arms after the 12th rep. She slowly let the handles down to their resting position, and looked up at Ryan with a pleading look.
“You’re feeling it already?” her trainer asked, not hiding the surprise in his face. “This is the same weight you’ve been stuck on for weeks, Katie. Push yourself.”
Katie smiled, and gathered her courage for one more set.
“Only because you’re here,” she said. “I’d be done if I was by myself.”
“Well! That’s why you pay me, right? Let’s try one more set,” he said, smiling at her encouragingly. “I believe in you.”
She pulled the bars up again, starting to shake, but feeling the pressure from Ryan to try to show improvement. Again and again, her biceps hurting more and more with each rep. She felt pain in her arms and winced visibly.
“OK - OK, I see you’re still stuck here,” he said. “Put it down, slow-” he said, helping her steady her arms as she let the weight down.
Katie felt shame at his permission to stop trying this.
“I’m sorry. I just didn’t have time after work this month to keep up with these,” she said, almost pouting. She put her hand on her shoulder, hiding her face from him.
“It’s OK, Katie. We all have our limits.” He said, putting his hand on the back of her neck. “Maybe this is your limit for now, until you change something else.” An electric thrill ran through her spine as he touched her. Her crush on him was powerful, but she couldn’t let him know - she was married. He was gay, at least based on the photos she saw on his Instagram profile where he was kissing another incredibly ripped man. She couldn’t help but lust after him - although she knew that such a perfect, Adonis-like body put her chubby, out of shape frame to shame.
She sighed, and looked up at him with all of her attention. His kind green eyes seemed genuinely concerned for her. Her heart skipped a beat. Do not fall for him, god damn it, he’s gay, her wisdom told her. She looked away from him.
“What else can I change?” she asked.
“You really want to change your shape?” He asked.
“Yes!” She replied, like an eager student. Many years ago, she got A’s in all of her classes in school, - other than gym.
He studied her for a moment before responding. She saw his eyes scan her up and down like a shopper deciding on a purchase.
“Come back to my place after you change in the locker room, and I’ll show you how you can really improve your body,” he said. His tone of voice sounded seductive. Katie’s heart started pounding, and she looked up at him with shock.
“Really?” She asked, her face flushing.
“Don’t you want to see how I really got this body?” he asked, running his hand over his left bicep like he was showing off a showcase product. Katie felt her blush go all the way down to her pussy as she studied his beautiful body back.
“B-b…” she stammered.
“Your husband doesn’t have to know. Your secret will stay behind my lips. Forever.” He said.
“How could you be interested in… me? I thought you were gay - and I’m so chubby-”
Ryan coquettishly put his fingertips to his mouth in mock shock, an effeminate gesture.
“Such assumptions, girl. Not all femme men only suck cock, you know.” He chuckled. “You know - bi boys are, like, a thing?” He said, with a lilting touch of attitude in his voice.
“And as for your, well, generous posterior?” He gestured towards her overweight rear end. “In women, I like some extra bounce to my ounce,” he said, with a playful smirk.
Seeing her blushing, he slapped her ass.
“Go. Get showered and changed. I’ll meet you at the front door.”
Katie had never showered so quickly in her life.
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Ryan’s apartment was a short train ride away from the gym - in the opposite direction as Katie’s house. They barely talked. Ryan was messing around on his phone and smiling. He seemed to have an active social life on there. Katie’s phone never once rung or beeped. She stared at the floor, trying not to look at Ryan too lustily. Was this really happening? Her mind was racked with guilt. Her husband trusted her, and he wasn’t the paranoid type to text when a trip to the gym took extra long.
Ryan’s apartment was in a modern, cool-looking condo building by the river. It had neon lights on the front lobby, and it even had a pretentious name. The elevator from the lobby opened straight into his penthouse when they got to his floor.
The first thing that stood out was his weight racks. They took up the space in the living room that most people use for the TV, in front of the couch. There was a small iPad attached to small speakers behind the rack instead of a TV.
“For tunes when I work out,” he said, when he saw her staring.
The second thing that came to her notice, once she looked slightly closer, was the many shelves lined with two dozen hamster cages of various sizes, with multiple stories made of cardboard in each one. They looked like tiny, transparent, apartment buildings, with blurs that she couldn’t see clearly but that looked like furniture on each of the 2-inch-tall ‘stories’. The stories seemed too short for hamsters, or even mice. She looked around with puzzlement.
“Those cages are actually a key to my amazing muscles, Katie.” Ryan said, as he put his gym bag down near the front door, and grabbed a gadget that looked like a tazer gun from a shelf.
“Oh, don’t worry! It’s not a tazer!” He said, seeing her fear. “Go ahead and take a closer look at the cages, I’m just going to get comfortable on the couch here.” He put the gun-looking device down and took off his sweatpants, showing his tight boxer briefs and the sizeable bulge it contained.
“There will be plenty of time for staring, later. I want to teach you about my training diet. Go, look at my collection in the cages.”
Katie walked closer to the cage nearest her. From a few feet away, she could see that there was some sort of moving animal living on all of those stacked cardboard ‘stories’. She couldn’t imagine what - maybe insects or tiny lizards?
“Are they dangerous?” Katie turned around and asked.
“Oh, no, they’re entirely docile,” he said, and he stood up. He was now shirtless and in tight black boxer briefs, and he adjusted his bulge in a showy way. “Come on.” He grabbed the tazer-looking device from the couch and walked up to her, right in front of her. “They’re still too far away, Katie. Get closer.”
Katie turned around, feeling uneasy about him being right behind her with that device. But she trusted that this must be some sort of strange illegal animal that he was proud of owning.
As she got to the aquarium, a motion-activated light switched on next to her, fully illuminating the scene inside: a dozen tiny, naked people, some of them staring at her through the glass, some of them sleeping in makeshift piles of fabric and some sitting on tiny dollhouse furniture. They were all just a little more than an inch tall.
Katie shrieked.
“What are those? Who are they? Are they robots or toys, or a hologram? What sort of joke is this?”
One of the tiny women, a white woman with blonde hair just like Katie, who looked like she could have been a relative of her, was banging on the glass and trying to scream something at her. The voice was too faint, Katie couldn’t understand her.
Katie took it as a warning, and turned around to try to run. Her heart was now pounding again - but this time, not from a workout.
As she turned around, Katie ran straight into Ryan, who was standing directly behind her, grinning in a cocky way and pointing the weapon at her.
“Where do you think you’re going, little morsel?” he mocked. “And no, they’re not holograms. They’re as real as you are, and as you will be.”
Katie tried to get around him, but he blocked her exit with his body. In a last ditch effort, she aimed a kung-fu kick at the hand with the weapon in it. At the exact same time, he pressed the trigger down, and a beam of white lightning arced out of it and onto her foot - which suddenly stopped a full foot short of its original target.
“What?” Katie asked. She looked at her foot, at the weapon, and then to Ryan, and realized with a shock that she was now only three feet tall. The kick had missed because her leg - and her entire body - had all become much shorter.
At only three feet tall, she was now just barely taller than Ryan’s belly button. He posed for a moment, proud of his body, and took off his boxer briefs. She grabbed her head and shoved it to right in front of his now enormous cock.
“Come on, you know you want it. And look, I already helped you lose more than half your body weight! Aren’t I such a good trainer?”
Katie was horrified - and also aroused. She was afraid of him, but he had now become even hotter. His cock was now the size of an impossible porn star’s to her shrunken proportions. She had seen videos with midget porn stars handling this size difference- she would love to see what it would be like to feel that filled up. She grabbed at it and looked up at him, pleadingly.
“Oh, now you want to stay, little miss Kung Fu kick? You ain’t worthy of me actually fucking you, girl.” He pushed her hands away, and pushed her down.
“Learn your place, you chunky little snack.”
“Snack?” Katie looked up at him, and tried to run again. She ran past the kitchen and towards the elevator door.
He ran after her, easily stopping her tiny legs from getting her to the elevator. “Do you really want to leave so soon?” he mockingly pouted. “And leave me all alone, with my 300 little room-mates?” When he mentioned them, his eyes lit up with a predatory menace.
“Here Katie, let’s get down to why I’m really here. My diet. Let me show you what I keep in my fridge.”
He opened it.
It was completely empty.
“I only eat pure, live, raw meat, and the best place to get the exact nutrients I need to gain this intense muscle, is from eating more of the like.”
“No!” Katie shouted, starting to get it.
“Yes, Katie. I eat lucky volunteers like you.”
“No, that’s evil!” she yelled.
“It’s just natural, girl. Here, let me show you.”
He pointed the device at her and pulled the trigger. Sparks leapt out at her, and stayed on her, this time for much longer. The world spun. Her entire body filled with pain. She closed her eyes and fell to the floor, feeling nauseous and dizzy. She opened her eyes again and looked at the floor. She could see each individual carpet fiber like a thick rope beneath her hands. She couldn’t fathom what would be waiting for her if she actually looked up.
The ground beneath her shook. She looked up.
About a hundred feet from her, she saw Ryan’s enormous bare feet, each the length of a city bus to her. He wiggled his toes and he laughed. His laugh was like the sound of a train rumbling above.
She was now on all of her fours, completely naked, on top of what used to be her gym outfit, in front of this God of a man.
“You see this beautiful body? These shaped muscles?” he said. He flexed his muscles in a complete routine. Katie was horrified- and fascinated. She watched as his enormous body glistened and rippled at his command.
“All of these thousands of calories, all of this amazing physique, came only from one dietary source: tiny people, like you.”
Katie did the math. Assuming they were all her size, that meant he ate hundreds of people a week. The sheer scale of his evil was breaking her brain. He looked up at his huge bulk, and pictured how many thousands of people had died to get him enough protein to get that gorgeously sculpted.
“Let me show you how this works, so that you understand,” he said. He bent down and sent his right hand towards her. She stood up, and tried to run, but his hand was so much faster than her, and his enormous, padded thumb and index finger gripped her from the front and the back. She flailed her legs uselessly as he put her on his palm.
“It’s NOT evil. It’s beautiful. I need you to see this,” he said. “I’ll teach you about your place before you fulfill your destiny. I know that you’re smarter than most, so you should understand this.
He walked her over to a coffee table, and placed her gently inside an empty, clear-sided glass cup. The sides were completely smooth, and a dozen of her feet above her head. There was just no way out. All she could do was look on in terror as this giant terrorized this city block’s worth of people that he kept in their little cages.
The giant man walked over to the same aquarium that Katie had been looking at earlier, and grabbed a long glass tube with plastic caps on each end from next to it. It was about 10 inches long to the giant, but the length of about 5 cars to Katie, and wide enough for someone her size to crouch in. He carefully unlatched and then lifted the cage lid off, and placed the tube inside, and popped one of the lids off one end.
“Remember my promise from yesterday, my friends?” The tiny people in the aquarium stirred. One started running towards the tube. “Ah! He remembers. Do the rest of you? If you folks get into my tube, and participate in one final experiment, I’ll make you big again, and let you go. Remember?”
A few more started making their way to the tube.
“And if any of you are too cowardly to help me with my science, I will slowly boil you alive,” Ryan threatened. Many more ran towards the tube. It now had the entire aquarium population inside it.
“Good pets,” Ryan said, and capped the end of the tube. He walked back over to where Katie was watching this, and sat down, so that she could hear and see everything clearly.
“Now Katie, you need to be part of this.” He said, and tipped her cup into his other hand. He walked to the couch and laid down flat, stared at her with his menacing eyes as she cowered in his palm. “I need you to stay on my throat until I take you off of it. Do not stray. Do not try to run, or I will break all your limbs. Do you understand?” Katie shuddered, and nodded.
She looked in his other hand, and she saw the tube full of a dozen people jumbled on top of one another, being held like a tube full of toys - but full of terrified, and slightly hopeful, people.
Ryan laid fully flat, and put Katie on his bulging Adam’s apple. She could feel the vibrations of his heartbeat and his breath going through his throat, and could see just a little past his chin and towards his other hand, which was removing the lid from one end of the tube, and turning it towards his horrible mouth. The people in it started to scream, seeing his lips part and make their way around the lowered end of their glass prison. They tried to climb over one another towards the other end of the tube, but he kept on increasing the angle - and they couldn’t win against gravity.
Katie could hear and feel him swallow individual people from the tube, slowly, one by one. She’d hear his thumb release from the end of the tube and the sound of the person falling into the mouth, muted suddenly by the giant’s lips covering the screams. She’s feel the swallow start, and then finish, as the giant’s enormous Adam’s apple beneath her twitched. She’d hear the victim’s muted screams as they made their way from the back of the giant’s mouth to right underneath her in his esophagus, and then to beneath that in his stomach, where the sheer thickness of the abdomen and the distance from his throat silenced their screams from her.
He did this, again and again, for each of the people trapped in the clear glass tube, until the 6th victim was swallowed. Then, he picked her up by gently squeezing her sides, and kept his hand with her in it in front, so she could now see the scene from a better angle.
Now she saw the next victim drop, screaming, terrified, into between his giant lips, his teeth thoughtfully pulled back. She saw his enormous muscular lips closing around him, and now she saw the sick grin on his face as he closed his eyes in pleasure during the slow swallow. She glanced downward, and noticed that the his cock was now rock-hard.
He was getting ungodly amounts of pleasure from this slow torture of all of the people in this tube.
He pulled his thumb back from the hole again, and a green-haired man fell out, but at the last second, he grasped at a middle-eastern looking woman, who was gripping onto the sides of the tube with her muscular legs, against all odds, with the weight of the 3 other people on top of her pushing down on them both. She was saving him from certain death with just her instincts and her quick skills. The green-haired man dangled there, and put his other arm out- getting a better hold onto the woman.
Ryan chuckled.
“That’s so heroic. If you really want to go down together, you all can,” he said, and tapped the back of the tube. All five people tumbled out of the tube, and into his enormous cave of a mouth, that he had opened extra wide. Ryan let them sit there for a moment, as he put the now empty glass tube down, and pulled Katie in even closer, to right in front of his jaws. She could feel the giant’s horrible breath go past her, and she looked just 20 feet below her to the victims. They were all screaming, and clawing at the wet, slippery tongue around them, trying defiantly to avoid the fate of being digested. She wished she could do something, but there was no way for her to stop the giant from closing his enormous lips, and swallowing - dragging the five terrified, screaming people down his esophagus and into his waiting stomach. He smiled, closed his eyes, and groaned in pleasure.
“Ugh, nothing gets me hotter than feeling them squirm all the way down,” he said.
“You seemed to want my dick before. Now, let me oblige your tiny heart,” Ryan said, and put her into his palm. He spat a giant wad of spit onto her. She choked, almost drowning in the sudden deluge, and didn’t have time to process what was happening when, with enormous G forces on her tiny little body, he quickly put his hand with her in it onto his enormous , and now rock-hard, cock.
Her world became nothing more than the scent and the feeling of his rock hard cock all over her tiny, naked body, as he used her as a texture toy for his enormous manhood. He stroked himself up and down, almost crushing her. She struggled to breathe in anything other than spit and the scent of his sweaty shaft.
Ryan put her back into the glass cup, and continued beating himself off. His moans were getting louder and louder. He put his cockhead right above the glass, and she stared up at it with terror. She heard the sound of his balls pumping the precum, like a giant organic pump kicking into gear, and she saw the clear liquid starting to drip off the cock-head the size of a car and into the cup.
“I love… feeling… their pathetic… squirms… in my stomach,” he said between pants. “And you’re next,” he said while staring straight at her. The gaze made terror spark through her heart, and she exhausted every brain cell she had to try to think of a way to escape. There was no way to escape other than through his mercy.
“Please…spare me. I won’t tell anyone,” she screamed up at him.
“Maybe…” he grunted out, his facial expression showing the agonizing pleasure of orgasm.
Thick, goopy, hot cum streamed out his cock, falling into the glass and all over Katie. She tried to hold her breath as the explosion of liquid coated her entire face and shoulders, and with spurt after spurt, became a deeper and deeper pool for the tiny woman. By the time the giant man was done with his load, she had to swim to keep her head above the surface of the cum pool. She felt just the sticky, squirming mass of giant-size sperm cells surrounding her body. She had to use her hand to wipe some of it away from her nose so she could breathe while swimming, and she dipped under the surface for a moment, bobbing towards the bottom of the glass.
When she came back up to the surface, she saw him looking down at her, a twisted, amused smile on her face.
“You think it’s hard to swim in that? Just wait until you try to do the backstroke in my stomach acid.”
His giant, pillowy fingers plucked her out of the glass.
“I don’t like the taste of my own cum much, though. I mean, gross, right?”
He walked her over to the kitchen table, and placed her onto an enormous porcelain dinner plate. She was the height of a button mushroom on it. She slipped, still covered in the coating of cum which was slick as oil against the smooth porcelain.
“Here. Wash yourself off,” he said as he placed a folded, wet washcloth next to her.
She walked over to the washcloth and squeezed some water out, splashing herself with it, and rubbing herself against the huge cloth, trying to get clean. The water was so cold, but she felt so violated by the feel of the cum all over her, that she was grateful for the chance to get a little more clean.
“Thank you, Ryan,” she said, hoping that her pathetic gesture of obedience might get her in his good graces. She felt more naked than she had ever felt before, under his threatening gaze, completely cold and wet.
“Aww, you’re so cute now,” he said. “I could just eat you up.”
He picked her up and held her upright in front of his face. She was shivering, both from fear, and from the cold water.
“Take one more look at your destiny,” he said with a sick smile, and moved his hand and her towards his stomach’s rock-hard abs. “These beautiful abs took so much hard work and exercise- and so much protein, from volunteers like you,” he said… Katie could hear muffled screams now that she was next to his stomach. Apparently, this type of death took some time. The giant’s stomach let out a hungry growl. It sounded like an enormous, evil machine’s hydraulic system behind the ab muscles, churning away, moving dozens of still-living, dying, and dead people through it, ceaselessly.
Katie winced, dreading the thought of going there. This couldn’t be the end for her. To be reduced to such insignificance? To just become a few calories for this man?
Ryan brought her to in front of his mouth, and burped. A blast of foul-smelling breath went past her, comfortably warm. She started sobbing.
“D…d…don’t!” She said between sobs.
He chuckled slightly, and parted his lips in front of her. Each of his front teeth was easily as long as one of her shins. He held her above his mouth, and gently touched her dangling feet with his tongue. The enormous, wet, powerful muscle, barely touched her legs at her as she kicked in fear.
“STOP!” she screamed. “I’m not food! I’m a human being!”
He pulled her away from his mouth for a moment, to be sure she could see his full face.
“If you were still a human being, you wouldn’t fit so easily into my mouth, silly,” he said, and put her in front of his mouth again. His lips opened once more, and Katie stared at the menacing white teeth - and the horrifying blackness behind the tongue.
Ryan gently placed her onto his tongue, and closed his lips around her rear, leaving her shoulders and head outside. His lips were soft and luscious, but to her tiny body, they were stronger than any person that had ever grappled her. She kicked and screamed, one last time, and she beat her tiny fists against the edges of this fleshy trap.
“Spit me out! Please! I won’t tell anyone!”
She could feel the vibrations of his small, amused chuckle rock her entire body, and saw that the lips she was trapped in were now smirking.
With a miniscule effort, he sucked her fully into his mouth. The light of the room they were in was replaced with darkness, and wet, and the heat of his body. She could hear and feel his heartbeat all around her. It was like the constant beat of a distant speaker at a nightclub. She struggled to breathe, there was so much spit covering her. She felt two teeth in front of her with her hands, and tried to back away from their dangerous edges. She tried to get to her knees in the little space between the tongue and the roof of his mouth, but the tongue was so slippery, she was just sliding and falling.
He pinned her to the roof of his mouth with his tongue, and opened his mouth slightly. With a slight lisp from his tongue position, he said, “Here: Your final glance at light!” She looked below her and saw mostly just the bottom edge of his mouth and lips - but beyond that, he could see the kitchen table, and the enormous plate, and the light from the motion-activated lamp in the corner of the room.
He closed his mouth again, and released her from the pin. He opened up his jaw slightly, making the inside of his mouth tall enough for her to stand in. She thought for a moment that he was changing his mind, and she got to her feet on the slippery surface of the tongue. Was he going to show her mercy, like he hinted at earlier?
In a sudden rush, the tongue, and the muscles of the neck worked together in a swallowing reflex, pushing Katie prone, and pulling her to the back of Ryan’s throat and into his esophagus. Katie screamed in terror as the muscular tube pulled her down the throat. It brought her to a fleshy hole for a moment, and Katie could hear the screams of the other victims clearly now. The hole at the top of the stomach automatically opened and she dropped into a chamber that smelled like the pure essence of vomit.
She fell on top of the small crowd of people who were swallowed from the tube. She tried to right herself and realized through the senses of touch and sound that they were all standing in a deep pool of stomach acid that was now about as high as her breasts. Some of the people were sobbing, some were hugging each other, and some were talking.
“But he said he’d let us go,” one man said.
“I know. This was supposed to be an experiment.”
“Maybe he’ll barf us all up?”
“He never did that to any of the other victims I’ve seen him eat,” a woman said.
Someone wailed.
“Would you all shut up and just let me die in peace,” another said.
Their entire chamber rocked with a delighted laugh that filled their ears with its force.
“Your squirms are so delicious,” the giant said, patting his belly, throwing waves of force through the stomach. Some people fell down.
After he did this, Katie heard a disturbing plumbing-like sound of a rushing liquid, and the pool of acid they were all in got deeper. The terrified crowd tried to keep their heads above it as it steadily trickled in, like a pool getting filled by a garden hose. Katie knew what she would become if the acid got deep enough for her to have to tread water. She couldn’t tread above the acid forever, and there was no surface to cling to in this smooth, fleshy prison.
Soon after this, the acid started to make her skin feel tingly. Too tingly. It then intensified to a burning sensation. She stopped trying to swim then, and just accepted her fate. She breathed out and sunk to the bottom of the acid bath, beneath the squirming, screaming crowd of people, and breathed the deadly liquid into her tiny, pathetic lungs. She could control one last thing: how quickly she could stop squirming.