Running down the hall Damian felt as though his chest was ready to burst. He’d been on his feet for so long. It was quite clear he’d been through an ordeal.

The hallway walls were covered in blood, And something was telling him he didn't want to know where it all came from. To make matters worse, it was all blown to obscene proportions thanks to his diminutive stature. A measly two inches. And he wasn’t the only one unfortunately.

It all started with a green gas that spread to every room in this fucking hospital. First came the lightheadedness, followed by the tightening of muscles and eventual loss of consciousness. Those few who woke up after found themselves as small as Damien or maybe even smaller. Bigger if they were lucky. Those who didn’t, while still gigantic by comparison, were “compressed” in some parts of their body. As though the process of shrinking hadn’t fully taken effect, forcing their bodies to eventually give out on them. Damien couldn’t help but feel envious of them. They got off easy. Or at least easier than what he and several others were going through.

He didn’t deserve this. He was only twenty four. He still had his whole life ahead of him. He only took this job because he owed the hospitals owner a favor. Now he was being hunted down by some blue haired bitch! What a fucked up day it’s been for the poor, minuscule guard.

Damien froze in his tracks upon the sound of footsteps being heard throughout the halls. Slow and methodical, as if someone was searching. Of course someone was searching. It was her. The blue haired bitch that put him in this position to begin with!

Despite the exhaustion he felt Damien pushed himself to continue running. It was the only thing he could think of, in this oversized fucking hospital. It all seemed straight out of a horror movie. The bodies. The blood. The death.

He’s already seen what could happen to him if he was caught. Shit, he nearly was. The bitch almost nabbed him when he tried hiding away in a patients room. The woman occupying the room was shrunk like him, though she was much taller. Maybe three or four inches. Didn’t matter though as she had shouted for him to leave. Maybe she thought he’d give away her hiding place if he remained. As if that even mattered. All her screaming got her found in record time, while Damien barely had any to get away.

It was the first time he saw her.

The giant psychopath that did this to him, and quite possibly everyone else in the hospital. Not at all bad looking from what he saw. Decent height, perhaps five foot nine, with medium cut, blue faded hair and wonderfully blue eyes. Warmly dressed given the cold nature of the hospital, wearing a large, black overcoat. Still he was able to see the black boots she wore, along with the black tights, kilted skirt and red shirt she wore underneath the coat. He may have peaked when he thought she wasn’t looking…

Strangely enough the blue haired woman wore a mask and gloves for reasons Damien would find out in horrifying detail.

At first he believed she was here to help them, definitely voicing concern when she lifted up the loud mouthed woman in the palm of her hand. Damien had taken to a hiding spot just beneath a seat within the room, the type there never seemed to be enough of for visitors. Given his luck it was no surprise that the giant decided to take a seat in that exact spot, her weight making the seat crack under the pressure and giving the tiny security guard a sense of just how dangerous his position was.

The woman seemed friendly at the time, even bringing up the possibility of escape for the one in her hand. It wasn’t until the three inch tall woman started bad mouthing her apparent savior that the much larger woman lost her friendly nature.

There was no sound of disapproval for her language. No reprimand for taking on an aggressive behavior. The larger woman simply closed her hand around the much smaller individual in her palm and didn’t cease until she heard a wet pop. And then without so much as an ounce of guilt for killing she threw the crushed corpse right between her legs and towards the floor, landing right in front of Damien.

There are few moments in the guards life that he can admit he’s felt fear. He was well built, and normally would tower over this murderer. But given the circumstances he was understandably scared for his fucking life, a sense of dread washing over him thanks to his predicament. A dread that only grew once the gigantic woman bent forward in her seat, peering between her legs and towards where Damien had snuck away.

“So, did you enjoy eavesdropping? Or did you wanna join in on the fun?”

An answer wasn’t needed for as soon as he was found out Damien made a break for it, running past the womans gigantic boots and towards the entrance. All the while the blue haired killer had ample time to stop him.

He knew why she didn’t. Even as the foot steps grew louder, to the point where he didn’t even need to turn around to see that she was right behind him, she still didn’t catch him.

She allowed the poor security guard to continue his attempt at an escape, a clear sign that she was toying with him. Even with her damn mask Damien knew she was smiling.

Eventually his legs gave out, the distance between the room and his current position being too much even for someone like him.

“Awwww...someone’s tired~” the woman teased as she loomed her fingers over the shrunken guard. Rather than snuff out his life then and there she instead began to roll the poor man forward. “Don’t worry~ I can help you the rest of the way.”

She was chuckling as she rolled Damien from his front to his back, moving him only a few inches each time. Even as he tried to fight against her fingers, each one seeming taller than him, she still laughed quietly at his vulnerability.

It wasn’t until she began pinching his leg when he was face down that her tone turned serious. “On second thought I really shouldn't waste time...there’s so many of you I still have to meet up with.”

She raised Damien from the floor, removing her face mask as she did. Soft, luscious lips. The kind he would have found themselves staring at were he normal sized. Now that they’re big enough to cover half his though, they only instilled more fear within him.

“W-wait! Whatever you’re going to do please don’t!” Damien pleaded, his voice seeming close to tears.

The blue haired woman smiled at the man’s pleas, finding them amusing. “I just want to ask you a few questions.”, she admitted with a chuckle, dropping the minuscule into the palm of her hand. “There’s nothing wrong with that right?”

It took Damien longer than he would care to admit to get a hold of himself, the poor man having been dangerously close to soiling his own pants. “B-but you killed someone. That woman! Without batting an eye!”

The blue haired giant leaned against a wall, uncaring for the blood on it and smiling the entire time she watched the shivering guard in her hand.

“My name’s Maya” she revealed, completely ignoring the guards worries. “And I’m wondering if you know where I can find the keys to the medical records? I’ve already asked around but nobodies giving me the time of day. Everyone's been so rude today, I really do hope you’re different.”

When she spoke it was always with a smile. A great, big toothy grin that seemed more intimidating that it was reassuring. It gave him a clear view of the extremely sharp canines before him.

“Well?” Maya whispered, bringing her mouth, and by extension her teeth, even closer. “Are. You. Different?”

Her breath washed over him. Minty. Well kept. But still terrifying.

“The head doctor!” Damien panicked. “His name….his name...Wesmer! Doctor Wesmer!”

Maya pulled the tiny man further away, giving him some much needed space. “And where is Doctor Wesmer?” she asked. “Hopefully I haven’t met him yet. Would makes things harder than they already are.”

Damien searched through his memories, trying to recall where it was the doctor would be. They’ve worked here certainly longer then he has. They’ve even spoken a few times. Only formal chats, nothing special.

“Surgery!” Damien recalled, remembering the doctor was prepping for a surgery before everything happened. “Third floor! First right down the hallway and he should be there, I swear!”

Maya brought Damien closer once more, baring her teeth as he found himself close enough to touch them. “Are you sure?”

“Yes! I am!” the tiny security guard screamed as he fell back into her fingers. Much to his relief Maya back away, pleased with his cooperation.

“I knew you were different.” Maya chuckled as her eyes loomed over the tiny guard. “Scared, little Damien...”

He felt his breath get caught in his throat. She knew...his name? He never gave it to her. How could she possibly know him.

A question that wouldn’t get an answer it seemed, as Mayas tongue shot out from in between her lips and towards the minuscule guard. She licked him from top to bottom, relishing in the moments he tried to push the pink horror away.

“So small...” Maya mused as a blush overtook her cheeks. Her eyes seemed to turn hazed as she looked towards him. “So weak...so sweet.”

Maya withdrew her tongue back into her mouth before forcing Damiens legs in between her lips with her free hand.

“W-wait! What are you doing!?” Damien tried to kick himself free from the maniacs lips but only found the folly in that when her incisors bit down into his legs, easily cutting into his pants and flesh.

Damien cried in pain as the teeth easily prevented him from using his legs further. Any blood Maya tasted did little to halt her enjoyment. In fact the familiar taste of iron only seemed to invigorate her as her legs grew weak to the point that she had to shrink against the wall, sliding down against it until she was sitting upon the cold floor. Bringing both hand to her cheeks Maya couldn’t resist the temptation to continue sucking upon the tiny guards body, bringing him further into her mouth each time she did.

It was euphoric, this feeling. Even as it felt like he would get stuck in her throat because of his size she refused to stop.

His torso was sucked in between her lips next, Damien still trying to fight the inevitable as he pushed against them with his arms. Maya quickly felt this, and with her bottom incisors bit into his back, cutting into his spine with horrific ease, paralyzing the little guard.

With his arms out of commission Maya toyed with her preys body, her tongue abusing it as though it were a large piece of candy. Damien only the other hand could only watch pitifully as his head was eventually sucked passed Mayas lips, their softness only gracing him for a second before he was brought into her mouth.

It didn’t smell like mint anymore, the scent having mixed with his own blood. It was hot and humid in the fleshy cavern, with so little room given his size. Yet the moaning he not only heard but felt emanate from Mayas throat implied that she enjoyed this to extremes he couldn’t begin to comprehend.

The cavern shook as Maya giggled to herself, the thought of another living being held within her mouth working wonders for her, just as it always has.

Damien couldn’t feel his legs enter Mayas throat and only became aware of his fast approaching descent when he noticed the roof of Mayas mouth moving further away from him.

He couldn’t even see it coming, instead resorting to begging. “Please! I Helped you! I told you what you wanted to know! Why are you doing this to me!?”

Pleas that fell on deaf ears as Maya was well beyond the point of listening to anyone now. Breathing became difficult as Damien proved to be a rather large morsel for her, though not the largest she’s ever had. Even as he breaths became staggered and difficult she kept swallowing until she felt what she wanted.

As for Damien, he continued to beg. Til the very end. “Please! I promise I won’t tell anyone what you did! I pro-”

One moment. That was all it took for him to be pulled through the rest of the way, the cuts in his body only worsening as the pressure only spread them wider. No doubt he’d go through hell once the acids of Mayas stomach worked their way into them, taking the poor guard apart from the inside.

But that was hardly at the top of Mayas thoughts. Currently she was trying to get a hold of herself, panting heavily as she held her knees up to her chest, burying her face within.

She never liked the taste of people. Only their blood tasted like anything, and she hated the lasting taste of iron. But the thought of Damien within her. The horrific process he was forced to endure. The very idea nearly sent Maya into yet another euphoric frenzy and it was only through sheer force of will that she made herself stand.

Her legs still relatively weak Maya began to shakily walk for the nearest flight of stairs or elevator.

“Third floor...” she muttered, a series of chuckles following afterward. The torture she put the guard through really did do a number on her, being only able to move at a snails pace as a result.

“Third floor...first right down the...hall-” Maya was trying her best to get a grip on her own sanity. A task made all the more impossible when she noticed two shapes scurrying across the floor, away from her. “Way...no way...”

Her weak legs from before seemed to vanish as she sprang forward, pouncing upon the two terrified nurses with startling care. Her dark overcoat and faded, blue hair hung over the two terrified woman, all the while whatever grip Maya had on her fractured mind seemed to vanish.

“Chocolate~” Maya mused as she focused on the shrunken individual pinned to her right. Dark skinned, rotund, with hair dyed a scarlet red. “Vanilla~” Maya teased as she focused on the captive to her left. Fair skinned, though clearly sunburnt, with blond hair and lovely blue eyes.

Mayas breathing turned fast paced once more as her own blue eyes loomed over the women, filled with twisted desire.

Demented.

Evelyn and Michelle, two college friends thatmanaged to land an internship in the Saint Minerva hospital. It was perhaps the happiest either had ever been in their entire lives. Not the fact that they landed a job they both deeply desired but they also did it together. A fact that made the two seem inseparable.

Unfortunately, despite their apparent bond, neither one wanted to stay behind alongside the other given their current surroundings. Two gigantic hands placed firm on the floor, opposite of both women.

“Chocolate~” Maya chuckled as she focused on the much rounder Michelle. “Vanilla~” she teased again, now focused on the much smaller, thinner Evelyn. “I’m so glad I found you~”

Mayas blue eyes seemed to illuminate the area around the two interns. Too scared to move they were forced to endure Mayas approaching hand, large enough to hold them both because of their one inch frames.

“So tiny...tiny, tiny~” Maya sung as she lifted both women to her face. “I bet you’ll go pop like popcorn.”

Opening her mouth both interns screamed, bearing witness to the salivating maw of Maya. Even after the maniac closed her mouth, with both women still on her hand, they wouldn’t stop.

“Wait...popcorn does sound nice...” Maya thought, clutching her head in her free hand. “Or maybe just...corn?”

It felt like her mind was racing, several different thoughts entering and exiting faster than the blue haired psycho could grasp.

“No...just hungry...” Maya concluded, her attention returning to both women in her palm. They had ceased screaming, Mayas conclusion reinstilling fear in the both of them, forcing their voices to be caught in their throats. They were afraid they’d be used to deal with Mayas hunger, much like the guard they witnessed get swallowed alive before.

Luckily for both of them that was hardly Mayas plan. “Do either of you know if there’s a cafeteria in this place?”

Thirty minutes later Maya was greedily eating away at her second plate of reheated meatloaf. It tasted horrible, bearing a resemblance more to cooked cardboard then actual, edible food. Still, it was enough to pull Maya from her all too real mental break.

“At least now I know why I ate that security guard.” Maya admitted, cutting into a rather large piece of meat as she did. “Must’ve been hungry. Made poor little Damien taste better than he did...”

She recalled what she did to the poor security guard. How she tormented him as he was in her mouth. Picturing the piece of meat pierced upon her fork as her latest victim she couldn’t help but feel yet another wave of delight course through her body.

“Tasted a lot better than this meatloaf” Maya chuckled as she took another bite. “Really, you all serve this to patients? That’s kind of horrible if you ask me.”

“Horrible?” Michelle thought as she looked upon Maya, frightened and furious towards the titan of a woman. “That’s what you’re fucking concerned about!?”

The two interns had been placed upon the table Maya sat at, within the cafeteria. Small, despite belonging to a rather wealthy hospital. At this point Maya expected it. “You know, there’s something to be said of the American Healthcare System. But for the life of me I just can’t think of anything.”

Evelyn had already begun walking backwards, even before Maya finished her first plate of food. While her friend watched with a mixture of fear and hate it was Evelyn who was determined to get to safety as quickly as possible. It wasn’t until Mayas index finger pinned the one inch woman down without so much as looking at her did she realize how impossible an escape would be.

“Just because I decided against the two of you being a side dish doesn’t mean you’re free to go.” Maya clarified, raising the to her eyes from her ankle. “There’s still something I need from both of you.”

“Anything!” Evelyn shouted, tears falling from her face as she has held upside down by her foot. She recalled what happened to Damien when he agreed to something similar. Still, the intern was grasping at whatever straws she could, hoping that it’d be enough for her to see another day.

“Company.” Maya said simply, lowering the woman back to the table. Both Evelyn and Michelle were confused, unable to think properly on what was asked. “That’s all I want right now.”

Michelle's fear gave way to even more anger, and before she knew it she was shouting up towards the blue haired giant. “Are you fucking serious!? You kill people, and you want fucking company!?” she couldn’t stop herself from shouting, all the while Maya had an uncaring smile upon her face. “Go fuck yourself you six ton whore!”

Evelyn quickly covered her friends mouth, ignoring the pain in her ankle when she felt their life was in danger.

“Six tons?” Maya asked, pushing her plate away and leaning forward. “That’s kind of sad. I thought for sure these puppies would’ve gotten me up to at least eight?” Maya unbuttoned her black overcoat, allowing the red shirt, and by extension her breasts, to stick out more.

They were...rather large. Especially when compared to the two, one inch nurses in front of them. And they only got closer the more Maya leaned forward. To the point where both women feared they’d be crushed underneath them.

“What do you think?” Maya asked, a series of soft chuckles following after. “That look like a six or an eight?”

Maya finally ceased her advance only inches away from crushing the two interns, at least from the point of view. The two, cloth covered mounds rested upon the table, supporting Mayas weight as she practically laid on top of it.

The two woman were well and truly terrified, especially Michelle, now having realized what exactly she’s done to fuck her and Evelyn over.

“Well?” Maya asked again, her smile growing even wider. “I’ve got all day, but you two? Not so much.”

“Definitely an eight!” Evelyn shouted, earning both Michelle's and Maya’s unwavering attention. She hoped this was exactly what the blue haired maniac wanted to hear. “Hell, maybe even a ten!”

Michelle was at a lose for worlds while Maya seemed to enjoy the praise. Perhaps a bit too much as she had to wipe away a line of saliva exiting her mouth.

“Look at you~. Taking initiative. I like that!” Maya praised, showering the terrified woman in compliments. “Though anything after eight just makes me think I look fat. Still, you’re definitely the nicer of the two of you. I think you deserve a reward…”

Without word or warning Maya scooped Evelyn into her hand before tossing her past her shirt collar and in between her breasts, which were held together firmly thanks to a black bra. “You deserve someplace soft and warm while you keep me company!”

Maya squeezed both sides of her chest, ensuring her passenger was as snug as could be when found in such circumstances. Evelyn was absolutely terrified where she was at. This isn’t what she wanted at all. She tried to scream but each time she’d attempt to her mouth found itself full of tit flesh. And the pressure. My god, the pressure was nearly too much. She felt that at any moment she’d pop. Thankfully, it seemed that Maya was still holding herself back. An uphill battle for her quickly deteriorating psyche.

Michelle remained on the table, mortified over what just happened. The motion with which Maya moved her hand and snatched her friend was faster than she ever thought something so large could move. It was mind boggling, the speed of something so large. It defied all reason. Like a monster within a movie.

But this was no movie, nor was Maya a normal type of monster. This was Michelle’s reality. The size of an insect and now possessing the undivided attention of the one she’s annoyed. She could only look at the massive chest before her that currently held her fellow nurse hostage, at an absolute lose for words.

“Jealous?” Maya teased as she loomed over Michelle, her hands fondling her own breasts. “I’d be too if I were in your position. I don’t just do this with everyone.”

Maya poked Michelle's own chest, fondling the shrunken woman's own boobs with her fingers. “But hey, you got a great pair yourself. It’s just so...” Maya poked Michelles rather round stomach. “Easily missed...you should really fix that.”

Insults. The least of Michelles worries. Right now she was concerned for her friend. This maniac was taking care not to crush her, but for how long was the real question.

“You know, with your skin color and shape it’s a wonder I didn’t actually mistake you for chocolate.” Maya taunted further. “Or maybe I did? I’m actually not so sure...”

Maya reached for her fork before pointing it directly towards the intern. “I guess there’s only one way to find out.”

Michelle already knew what was about to happen and began running as far away from the towering woman as she could. A vain attempt made foolish when the fork easily pierced into her leg.

“Is that blood or cherry?” Maya mused, a familiar shade of red filling her cheeks. A wave of delight coursed through her spine, and only increased in intensity the more she saw the tiny woman struggle. Tearing the fork away from the woman's leg Maya watched in sadistic delight as she tried to crawl away. As if to prove how useless that would be Maya leaned forward even more. Until her breath was felt on Michelles back. Her massive tongue sprung out, licking the interns back and leaving a thin line of saliva between the two.

“Not quite like chocolate...” Maya chuckled. “But still a wonderful desert.”

As Maya continued tormenting Michelle, Evelyn was going through hell in between tons of boob flesh. Mayas internal temperature had spiked, almost as if she were in a state of arousal. Or maybe it was just her clothing. Who the hell even wore overcoats anymore.

Whatever the case was, Evelyn was baking alive. She enjoyed a bit of hot weather every now and then, but this heat was just ridiculous. Sweat poured on top of her head as it practically funneled itself in between Mayas tits. And to make matters worse the pressure was getting worse. It was as if Maya completely forgot she was even in there.

“Lady! Stop it! Please!” Evelyn shouted, getting a salty bead of sweat to her mouth as a result. It was no use. Whatever was happening beyond was making Maya deaf to all reason.

A snap was heard just below Evelyn's waste, followed by blinding pain that words could not do justice. Evelyn pushed away as much flesh as she could to see what had happened, horror quickly striking her once she saw her mangled legs. Flattened and bloody, they had given out to the obscene pressure. And they weren't the only ones giving up it seemed. Evelyns arms began creaking, her strength quickly fading as the mounds of tit flesh slowly took up the space she managed to acquire.

Outside Maya toyed at Michelles uniform with her teeth, easily ripping it off revealing the nearly bare skin beneath. “Nice bra” maya complimented, her mind well and tattered, but just coherent enough to focus of the violet undergarment. “Purple looks good on you. Really, it does.”

Back in between her tits Evelyn's arms eventually gave out. Her bones splintered and tore through her skin as all that remained was her torso and head, both of which were quickly giving in to the pressure.

“Please...not like this” Evelyn pleaded. “I’ve never done anything wrong...just please, don't let me die like this!”

Outside of her shirt Maya was ready to scoop Michelle onto her tongue, fully intent on having her as desert. It wasn’t until a sudden red squirt spewed from her collar and onto the table that her attention was drawn elsewhere.

Both women stared at it, trying to process what it was until it finally clicked.

“Oh fuck...” Maya muttered, the madness in her eyes fading away slightly. She peered in between her breasts, parting them so she could see the mangled mess that used to be Evelyn. Barely a stain at this point, their form had flattened to the point that you’d only be able to distinguish up thanks to the accompanying bones.

Did Maya feel guilt? Did she regret unintentionally killing another apparent innocent?

Hardly.

What started as a serious of nervous chuckles eventually gave way to full blown, genuine laughter.

“Really!?” Maya asked with a snort. “That’s how she died!? That’s fucking awesome!”

Her laughter only filled Michelle with a sense of malice she didn’t think possible. This horrible, awful woman so casually shook off death. First Damien and now Evelyn. And she didn’t care one wit for them.

“What...the hell is wrong with you!?” the lone nurse shouted, no longer caring for her own safety. ‘Why? Why are you doing this? What did we do to deserve this!?”

It took some time before Maya was able to calm herself down, her laughing fit hurting her sides and stomach.

“N-nothing...” Maya assured through bated breath. “You all did nothing wrong. You’re just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Then why?” Michelle asked again. “Why are you doing this?”

Maya finally composed herself, whipping the blood away from her breasts. She then stroked the side of Michelles body, leaving streaks of blood there. “Because I’m doing this for someone very important to me” She admitted with a smile. “And compared to him, none of you even matter. Not you, not your friend, and not anybody else I find.”

Maya pinched Michelles head, lifting her up well past Mayas shoulders. “And if any of you think otherwise then let me assure you you’re all very, VERY wrong.”

Maya raised the nurse to her mouth, her teeth in full view. Michelle thought this was it. She thought she’d be sucked down the psychopaths throat. That that’s how she’d die. Unfortunately for her Maya had her fill of food, her madness from before subsiding and making way for clearer thoughts.

“On second thought, I think I’ve eaten enough.” Maya said as she dropped Michelle to the floor. The collision was painful, the majority of the nurses bones breaking upon impact. Surprisingly, it wasn’t fatal. A turn of events that Michelle cursed.

The sound of velcro being undone came after, followed by the large thud of a discarded boot.

Michelle was only able to move her head slightly, looking up towards what awaited her.

Mayas tight clad foot loomed overhead, her toes flexing to showcase the bright blue nail polish that was barely viewable beneath the thin black cloth. There was no series of giggles this time. No chuckling or wave of pleasure. No, not this time.

Maya’s mind was clear as she lowered her foot upon the nurse, savoring each pop made. “What was it I said earlier? I wonder if you pop like popcorn? Not really where I thought that conversation would go but hey, it’s all the same to me.”

Even with her body beyond repair Michelle couldn’t accept this. Dying in such a fashion, to some psycho bitch. She tried crawling away in an effort to deny such an outcome. As such her arms were the first to go, Maya placing her big toe upon one and crushing it.

“Well...that certainly sounded like a pop.”

By some grace of whatever divine being was watching over her Michelles pain receptors had all shut off, the damage to her body practically forcing this. But now she couldn hardly move, instead slowly turning onto her back to face the foot above.

Mayas face was just perceivable in between the toes, smiling and uncaring over the pain she was inflicting. Unlike her friend however, Michelle wouldn’t beg. She wouldn’t plead. And when Maya heard neither she couldn’t help but feel an ounce of respect.

Despite that she still waved the nurse off as she lowered her foot, the whole thing covering the one inch woman's entire body. The sound of snapping for whatever bones remained was heard. Blood spewed from Michelles mouth as at any moment she knew everything would end for her.

She didn’t go gently.

“F-f-uck...” she muttered, her voice coming out in between croaks. “Fu...fuck. YOU!”

With that Michelle was paste. Her last words being an insult towards her tormentor. The very same foul language that got her in such a mess.

Lifting her foot Maya admired her handiwork, a string of gore left between the floor and the rising extremity.

“Nice and juicy~” Maya mused. “Just the way I like it.”

Getting rid of her other boot Maya decided it was best she continue without making as much noise as possible. Less likely she’ll have runners that way.

She shrank into her seat, thinking on the two deaths she just caused. They definitely provided the company she craved. Her mind was much clearer now than it was before. At least clear enough that she wouldn’t just toss the head doctor in her mouth the moment she saw him.

“Then again... That does sound like fun~”

Maya shook her head, expelling such thoughts from her mind. “No! Fucking get a hold of yourself Maya! This isn’t for you. This is for him...for him. My one and only...”

Mayas cheeks turned red once more, though for reasons other than her insanity. “I wonder how he’s been doing...has he been scared? Hungry? Have the days been hard for him?”

Mayas thoughts feel to the one she was looking for. She’s killed so many people. More being of a regular size then the small ones here in this hospital. But he was the only one that ever made her feel something other than a desire to kill, maim or mutilate. He made her heart race. Her legs weaker than when she held that little cop in her mouth.

She regretted trying to do to him what she had done to so many others. She understood that now. She wanted to hold him. To kiss him. And maybe, just maybe. Trap him in between her teeth.

Maya could feel her temperature rising. She clawed at her face as she bite her lip, her mind racing with what she could do once she had him back in her waiting hands.

Maya was beaming as she stood from her seat. She threw off her overcoat and gloves not caring about where they landed as she recalled where she needed to go now. “Don’t worry Six. You’re Mayas coming~”

Felix Wesmer, Head doctor of Saint Minerva hospital. At only thirty years old he was widely considered a genius, well ahead of his time. A prodigy at the operating table, he’s been at the forefront of nearly every medical breakthrough in the past five years. Yet despite his achievements, nothing could have prepared him for this.

First came the green gas, coming from the vents mid operation on a middle aged man. A victim of a car crash. Now both he and the newly deceased were little more than a few inches tall. His assistants, a total of eight less than skilled surgeons when compared to him, found themselves in similar situations, save for one. A fairly old woman, of a name who hadn’t cared to remember. Their body seemed mutated, their arms and legs far smaller than that of a child. Yet the rest of them was full sized.

“Wait...no...it couldn’t be.” he knew this. These effects. The abnormalities upon his titanic assistant. The shrunken form of those who remained. It could only have been one thing.

“No...no no no” Soon the head doctor found himself breathing heavily, hyperventilating upon the realization of the situation he was now in, and the hand he played in making such a thing possible. “No. She promised me. She promised this wouldn’t happen to me.”

Quiet booms were heard, just outside of the operating room. A chill ran up the doctors spin. “It has to be her...” he thought, looking for a suitable place to hide. Come to finish him off when he was of no more use to her. Yet when the door to the room opened he was met with the face of someone he’s never seen.

A young woman, in her early twenties no doubt, with faded blue hair and brilliant blue eyes. A guest? Then how wasn’t she caught in the gas. Questions to be left unanswered as the woman's gaze immediately feel onto the group of surgeons, each one too sacred to even move.

With a grin she knelt to the floor, the muscles in her legs in full show for the minuscule people.

“Excuse me~” Maya practically sang as she looked from one end of the room to the other, searching for her much needed target. “I’m been trying to get a hold of a doctor Wesmer. Would any of you happen to know where he is?”

No one spoke, even when Maya went from a crouched position to a lying down one, her face coming to a stop only inches away from two assistants. Despite the cold floor Maya didn’t pick herself up, her attention fully on the two in front of her. “How about you two? Would you happen to where the good doctor is?”

Again no response besides a scream from one of the attending surgeons. A female. Desiring none of that Maya wasted no time in placing her middle finger before the woman's head before flicking it, turning their skull into a fine red mist.

Horrified, several people fled for the exit only for Maya to raise her legs before bringing them down on two, killing them instantly.

“I wouldn’t do that again if I were you” the blue haired maniac warned. “Anyone tries to leave again and I’ll feed them their own arms.”

Maya turned to her back, curious as to how many people remained. Counting the two she just killed, along with the loud woman, that left her with only four remaining victims. “I really hope I didn’t killed Wesmer. Though, all I need are his keys so…

Sitting upright Maya raised her tights clad foot, unknowingly over the very same doctor she was looking for. Felix Wesmer was forced to watch the slowly descending extremity, the gore from a still fresh kill plastered on the sole. The doctor saw his life flash before his eyes before a thought crossed his mind. An idea that could very well save his life. Reaching into his pockets the doctor pulled out a ring of keys, far smaller than anything his would be killer could use, but perhaps it’d be enough to buy him a few more minutes.

Jingling the keys just as the foot was about to come down on him it came to abrupt stop, the blood upon it close enough for Felix to reach out and touch it.

Maya quickly moved her foot out of the way, placing it just besides the doctor as she loomed closer. “Wait..you’re doctor Wesmer?”

Felix hastily nodded. Maya placed her head upon her hand, laughing at how careless she nearly was. “Shit, if I had gone through with that it would’ve made things way too complicated for...” her eyes fell upon the absolutely insignificant key chain the doctor held. “Me...ah fuck...Really!?”

Maya groaned in irritation, completely baffled that she forgot such a simple thing. “Of course if fucking shrunk. It was on your person when you went down. God dammit I’m such an idiot!”

Maya inched closer towards the doctor, raising her finger just over his head, ready to flick it just as she did before. “Please tell me there’s a spare!”

Felix wasn’t entirely too sure if there was one if he were being honest with himself. Unfortunately, fear got the better of him.

Nodding to confirm Mayas hopes she retracted her finger, instead resting her hand upon the floor in wait. “Take me to it. Now.”

Felix didn’t need to give her the option of ordering again, quickly taking his place in the palm of Mayas hand as she lifted him higher than any single being should be able to.

He needed to know why he was shrunk, and how this woman wasn’t. But he couldn’t allow her to know he had a hand in the green gases creation. Otherwise it’d be some other, much scarier broad coming after him. Once again, questions to be answered later as Mayas attention was elsewhere. Rather, her focus was upon the terrified beings at her feet.

Felix’s entourage of assistants. There was clear interest in Mayas eyes when she looked at them. An interest that quickly turned malicious when the giantess bent downwards again, reaching down and lifting one by their hair.

“Doctor Wesmer, or can I just call you Wesmer for short?” Maya asked, not really expecting an answer. “These associates of yours. They wouldn’t know where the keys are right?” a shake of the doctors head confirmed her claims. “Thought so.”

With flawless aim Maya tossed the assistant into the air, allowing gravity to bring them straight into her waiting mouth. They offered no resistance as they fell perfectly into the waiting throat, sliding with only minimal difficulty to their final destination.

For an all too brief moment Maya lost her breath, gasping for air as the size of her snack proved rather large, though no bigger than that guard she had prior. Not as satisfying, but filling all the same. A series of threatening chuckles followed shortly after and Maya realized that may not have been the best of moves.

“Uh ohhhh~you’re running out of people doc” Maya teased, all the while still looking down at the remaining two of Felix’s assistants. It was then she noticed the whole reason a group of medical staff had gathered. The sliced open body of a deceased patient, an item that drew out a sick sense of glee from the blue haired woman. Picking up the corpse Maya brought it to the head doctor in her hand, dangling it by its leg.

“Not really a great doctor if you allowed this to happen~” she taunted, licking the bloodied body of the patient. “Aren’t doctors supposed to help people? Didn’t really help this one did you?”

When it seemed she was ready to eat yet another human shaped snack Maya instead dropped the body, allowing it to splatter on impact against the cold floor. “Clean up in operating room six!” another bout of chuckles which eventually gave way to full blown laughter, all of which threatened to throw Felix off his perch. Granted, that was quickly seeming the better alternative.

Just as quickly as she begun laughing Maya stopped, looking towards both assistants, neither speaking a word or running, too scared to do a thing. “Well?” Maya asked with a grin. “I said clean up. Get to it! Or would you rather clean up this one?” Maya raised her foot above the two terrified individuals, the red stain of another one of her kills spurring them to action.

Pleased with their apparent focus Maya turned her back towards the two, periodically making sure neither were looking her way. They were busy following through with her command, much to her delight. Neither of them took notice of her decent until it was too late, the shadow of her skirted ass blanketing them for a single moment. One single moment was all it took for the two remaining assistants to become nothing more than two stains on both the floor and this psychopaths rear.

Maya seemingly wasn’t done just yet, grinding herself against the floor and spreading the mess even further. “Cold and warm...feels...really goooood~”

Felix watched on, mortified over what happened. This woman was clearly intent on leaving as few people alive as possible. He only hoped that he could be one of the very, very few to get away. A hope that was quickly dashed when the hand he stood upon shot upright and gripped Mayas chest. She caressed her own body, all the while Felix was forced to endure the pressure Maya unwittingly placed upon him.

She had all but forgotten the doctor in her hands, her thoughts instead going to the recently killed, as well as beyond them. She wished it was the body of another beneath her. Only rather than them exploding on impact she wanted to feel their tiny hands push against her ass, tickling her all the way. She wanted to feel their body against hers as she rubbed them against her bare skin. She wanted all of this and more.

As such thoughts raced through Mayas head it was Felix who was forced to suffer through her fantasies. He was quickly moved from her chest down to her surprisingly tone stomach. He could here the cries of his assistant, if only slightly. It sounded pained, their flesh no doubt being eaten away by the acid. Felix guessed she must have eaten recently if the digestive process was acting this fast.

Before he could appreciate just how close he was to such a dangerous place he was dragged even lower, past Mayas crotch and into her thighs. She sandwiched her hand, and by extension the doctor, in between them, a series of moans following. “Six...my sweet, little Six~”

Felix was barely able to hear what was being said, only able to make out her moans towards a...number?

“Wh-what?”

His curiosity was interrupted as a bone snapped, the sound giving way to pain. He would have cried out had his face not been shoved further into Mayas thigh, the leg opposite of it only squeezing harder as the blue haired giant neared her climax.

“Six~, when I find you I’m going to...” several more bones snapped as Maya inched herself closer towards euphoria. “I’m going to make up for all the time we’ve lost~”

Felix felt his body giving out to the pressure placed upon him, a wave of sweat and nectar coating him and Mayas hand. Much to his surprise and regret he didn’t expire. His body kept itself together just long enough for Maya to finish herself off. Spreading her limbs Maya let the cool hospital air calm her down, the floor only furthering the process. As for Felix, his near broken body feel from Mayas hand and in between her legs, just below her crotch where he was only able to see her white, drenched panties.

Just when he thought things couldn’t possibly get any worse the two legs of which he was in between came together, a sigh coming from Maya as they did. “Don’t think I forgot about you!” she said, her head now clearer after her brief slip into her fantasies. “I mean...i did for a moment there. But that’s hardly a reason for you to enjoy a little bit of foreplay.”

“Enjoy!?” Felix thought as both legs crushed him further. “Is she insane!? How could anyone enjoy that!? What am I saying of course she’s insane!” he no longer cared for how she remained the height she was after the green gas infected everyone else. He didn’t care to know why she wanted his keys. He just wanted to get away from her!

Once again, just when he thought his life was about to end Maya allowed his continued existence, spreading her legs and watching the doctor slide off of them.

Maya attempted to get up to her feet only to find her body twitchy and her limbs weak. “Guess I overdid it...” she shrugged off the thought though, recalling how much she enjoyed it even if her mind was in an unstable state. Her clothes were splattered in blood. From her tights to her shirt and even part of her own skin. “Wow. Okay. Guess I really overdid it.”

Finally getting a grip on her twitching figure Maya carefully picked up the broken doctor. It was a miracle he was even alive after all he endured. He seemed only a few pokes away from popping like a grape.

“Can you still talk?” Maya asked, not at all caring for the doctors state of being. “If you can talk say something so I don’t decide to step on you.”

it was slow at first, the words he tried to speak. Thankfully Maya was patient, watching silently as her captive tried to form words.

It was only one word he spoke, yet one Maya has heard several dozens of times. “W-wh-why?”

Maya couldn’t help but smile innocently at the question, her mind immediately remembering the many other times she’s been asked that. They all ended the same way however, though she expected that would come to an end very soon.

“Because I’m looking for somebody very important” Maya answered, gently petting the doctors broken body as she did. “Because I’ve been alone for so long that this is the only way I can feel anything.” she stopped petting, instead lightly pinching Felix’s head so as to not outright kill him. “And because I want to get rid of anybody who gets in the way of me and my one and only...”

“Si-six?” Felix asked, recalling the number she called out to earlier.

Maya smiled even wider, to hear the name she gave the one she considered the only person she could love, even if it was in her own twisted way. “That’s right. My Six.” she chuckled, understanding how odd it sounded. “Of course I know how it must seem, to be in love with a number. But believe me, there’s a man behind the number. The only one who made me feel anything outside of murder. And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to find him.”

Maya brought her face down to the broken doctor, making sure her breath washed over him as she spoke. “Even if I have to tear apart this hospital to find out where he’s gone, and why you decided to use him in your green gas experiment when he should’ve died peacefully. And like it or not you’re going to help me.”

Felix’s eyes went wide in shock. She knew about the gas. She knew what it could do. How she did though was beyond him.

“You better be praying to whatever god you worship right now” Maya recommended, now placing the doctors arms in between her fingers. With her other hand she extended the width of her skirt revealing the panties beneath. Because if I don’t find those spare keys we’re going to finish our little fuck fest properly. Got it?”

Felix was barely able to mutter out a yes, yet this was enough to satisfy Maya as she snapped her skirt back in place. “Good. Glad you understand you’re position.”

Even for this broken life of his Felix was still unable to break free from the lie he had created in order to save himself. And while he did succeed it came at a cost far greater than he could have asked.

“Oh, and one more thing” Maya added as she lifted the doctor to her view once more. “If you’re lying about knowing where the keys are then don’t bother praying. Cause your new god is right, fresh out of mercy, and far more than willing to let your wittle little body heal just so she can use it as a fucking insole...”

That threat was enough to cause Felix to soil himself, a few drops of his own piss landing just underneath Mayas right eye and forcing her to back away in disgust.

Reluctant to wipe away the liquid she could only look at the doctor with an unamused expression. “Dude...really?”

Walking through the hospitals halls was like walking through a living nightmare. Felix, the broken doctor in the hands of his captor Maya, was forced to witness the atrocities his green gas experiment brought about. Medical staff with only certain parts of their bodies shrunk, a most painful way to die. Those unlucky enough to keep on living, forced to stay where they are thanks to their minimal proportions.

The rare woman in labor who’s offspring “outgrew” the womb. Those were just a few of the horrors Felix had to witness. Occasionally he had to hear the tiny screams of those he used to work with fall short, a crunch always following not long after. He wasn’t certain if Maya was aware of the lives she killed or if she cared so little for them that she’d rather step on them then over.

It didn’t matter. They died quickly whereas he was certain he wouldn’t get such a luxury. It wasn’t that his captor had any sort of malice towards him. In fact she made certain to handle the crippled doctor with extreme care as she still needed him. Or at least that’s what she believed. All that kept Felix alive now was a lie he brought about to ensure his survival. Now he regretted the decision all together.

“You still with me doc?” Maya asked, occasionally looking down towards the doctor in her hand. A small groan implied his continued survival. “Good, cause I have a feeling those spare keys will be in some lounge right?”

Another groan, neither an answer or denial. “I’ll take that as a yes”

The current problem for Maya now was finding such a room. it’d be only for staff use, but something told the blue haired killer that nobody would mind her entering. Least nobody who could stop her anyway.

“Where, oh where, is the staffs lounge?” she tried following any shrunken individuals she could find, whether they were visitors or otherwise, in the hopes that one would lead her to her goal. When when they failed to do so she snuffed them out as slowly as possible. She was losing her patience, and fast. Both with this whole search and with the doctor in her hand.

“I thought you said you knew where the spare keys were?” Maya asked again. “Unless you were lying? But you’d never do that right? I’m pretty sure you remember my little promise.” Maya lowered Felix while also raising her foot, placing the doctor just under it and giving him a view of where he’d end up.

A series of moans escaped the doctors lips as he was brought back up to eye level. The process of forming words was painful for his broken frame, but eventually he was able to voice something somewhat clear. “West...wing...”

Pleased with the doctors cooperation Maya began a leisurely jog towards where the doctor specified. “West wing? That’s where all the new arrivals are. That should be fun.”

As for those unaware of Mayas nearing arrival they remained confused, searching for places to hide within the hospitals lobby. People of various sizes awoke to the absolute terror of a world far too large for anything like them. Their bodies too light to even operate the buildings sliding door it was dozens who instead hoped to find a means of opening the door to a staffs only area. They prayed that they’d find someone or something to help them out yet for all the time they’ve been this minuscule size nothings even come through the gigantic door. They tried for so long that by the time they thought to rethink their plans the day had well turned into night outside, barely illuminating the building within.

It wasn’t until the dozen or so people heard a faint scream that they all turned their attention away from the towering door.

“Well would you look at this Wessy!” Maya said with a hint of joy, occasionally glancing at the doctor in her palm to make sure he was paying attention. “So many people, and not a giant in sight. Well, except for me.”

Yet surprising both Felix and the many shrunken people was when Maya made certain to step over them, carefully making her way to the door and opening it for the dozen who attempted to.

“Looks like you all were trying to get inside” Maya noted with as friendly a smile she could muster. “Well as it just so happens I was looking for something my good friend Wesmer here needs. A set of spare keys. You wouldn’t happen to be willing to look for them for me would you?”

Though her smile seemed innocent it was her blood covered appearance that threw the dozen shrunken off guard. They weren’t certain if the blood belonged to her or someone else. They weren’t too keen on knowing the answer.

Several, not wanting to test the woman's patience, made their way inside. Several others remained as they were, looking over any who hadn’t attempted to help with the door. Mostly teenagers, the elderly or the disabled. All of which earned Mayas attention.

“Well would you look at that?” Maya said with a grin. “They got some fun ones here.”

Within the room a search was underway, many trying to find a way to fix their problem while others searched for what Maya had specified.

“Anyone find anything!?” one shouted from a considerable height atop a glass table, having needed the help of five others to even get that high.

Several shouts of unsuccessful searches only seemed to reinforce the fact for many that whatever may have happened to them was irreversible. Atop the table the one atop resumed his search, perhaps hoping that he’d be able to find the keys the strange woman asked for. The table itself was filled with several pastry snacks ranging from glazed donuts to brownies. Seemed the staff came here when they could to clear their heads when needed. And while the keys may not have been on the table then they very well could have been elsewhere. Scanning the room the man found a key rack just beside the doors entrance, well out of reach for anyone his height.

Shouting down to those below he ordered them to get far larger. Perhaps then she’d offer them aid.

Making their way outside they found Maya upon her back, eyeing several bystanders as some would occasionally get to close. She was comfortable, enjoying the sense of fear or awe that must have been going through their minds. 

“Careful~” Maya teased playfully. “Get too close and I might just gobble you up~” to reinforce her warning the giantess leaned forward and stuck out her tongue, poking one young man in their stomach and forcing them to fall atop her chin. The young man, hardly out of his teens from the look of it, crawled back quickly; in terror. There were prices to be paid for any who got to close, as the blood upon Maya’s person showed clearly enough. 

As Maya toyed with her new abundance of victims she kept Felix well out of reach, ensuring nobody saw how bad of a state he was truly in, or how he even came to be so broken.

It wasn’t until Maya saw an approaching adult that she turned attention elsewhere.

“I take it you’ve got good news” Maya asked, her hand falling upon a few young bloods, as a sort of insurance should the efforts of the shrunken group prove fruitless. 

When one among their numbers confirmed they found what it was she was looking for, Maya jumped to her feet, nearly crushing several people as she did. Quickly making her way to the lounge Maya didn’t look to take care in her steps this time, crushing those unfortunate enough to get caught under footfalls. One was unlucky enough to not have died as soon as Maya's sole fell upon them, their broken frame immediately becoming plastered to her foot because of the gore upon it.

When Maya saw the keys she needed she instantly forgot about the captives she held, dropping them to collect her ring. Their fall was painful, though not completely life threatening. Medical attention would be needed, of course, if they survived this day.. Death would have been a preference however, as apparent parents rushed to console any of their own. That was hardly cause for worry for Maya, as she had warned them of dangers. Had they stayed where they were they would have been safe from the sudden turn. 

Maya was so pleased with her find that she spun on one foot as she made her way to leave, her other foot falling onto an unsuspecting family. The sudden crunch was heard by all but the psychotic madwoman. 

Before Maya could leave her attention fell to Felix once more, his use at its end. Despite his belief that he held more a desire to die than live, now that the time had come he couldn’t help but try and fight the inevitable. His movements picked up despite his crippled frame, and his actions only served to amuse Maya who looked upon the doctor longingly.

“You know, now that I think about it. I quite enjoyed our time before” Maya admitted, the doctor immediately remembering how he fell victim as she fell into her own fantasies. “It’d be a shame to finish you off, before you… finished me… off?”

Maya went silent as she thought on what to say before ultimately settling on speaking the truth. “Fuck it, I’m saying I’m going back on our deal!”

Maya took notice of the fear that gripped the broken doctor's face, the delight it brought only bringing her further desire to go through with her claim. “Don’t give me that look. We both knew you weren’t gonna make it out of here alive. And besides...” Maya turned towards the horde of shrunken people, all of them watching as she made her announcement. “I rarely get to play around with such an audience.”

Some ran, of course, but were immediately grabbed in one hand by the much faster maniac. She could hold four at most in one hand, griping them tightly to ensure they didn’t flee. Laying back on the floor, Maya withdrew her skirt from her waist, giving all present a nice view of her tights and undergarments. She didn’t care for their age or appearance, instead fully giving in to her desires. “I hope you all appreciate this. I don’t just do this with anyone.”

A partially true statement as this hospital trip was the first time she’s dealt with any shrunken victims. She’s never had such an opportunity before. She’d still save herself for her one and only, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t use a few ‘toys’ before then.

Shoving Felix in between her thighs and crotch Maya reached among the horde of terrified onlookers, grasping at those of a smaller variety. Young ones again, not quite children but not yet young adults. Barely hitting puberty from the looks of it. The perfect size to shovel them into her mouth, all the while the much older victims in her other hand writhed in agony. The feeling of them all struggling sent Maya through near bliss, despite the fact that she’d be the first to admit she’s eaten well more than her fill of things today. Still, the bliss was enough to force her to tighten her grip, ending those held within. As for Felix, he felt Maya's heat increasing by the second, the smell of her lust apparent.

Despite the horrors presented to them many made their may towards the giants head, perhaps in an attempt to pry her lips open to free their friends and family. Maya played along, allowing the minimal light of the lobby to enter her salivating cavern of a mouth and illuminating the victims within.

They reached their hands, hoping someone, anyone, would take it. When one was close, Maya shut her lips around the arm of their would be savior, sucking them in as she swallowed one victim after the next, making ample room for the much larger snacks to come.

When next it was their turn Maya swallowed the one they had held on to, the force pulling in the concerned ‘hero’ and plunging another terrified soul down her throat. They laid there, trapped between soft lips as Maya giggled cruelly, apparently quite pleased with herself.

“This feels incredible~” Maya claimed as she allowed the one in between her lips to fall to the floor, their upper half positively drenched by her saliva. “The way they punch and kick against the walls of my stomach… knowing that they’re there….”

There was no comparison of such an exhilarating feeling. 

Several among the survivors had rage overcome their fear and even as some were lifted towards Maya's waiting mouth they thrashed maddeningly in her hand. They would have likely met a similar fate to their peers had Maya not felt a belch come up, burping in the face of the next batch.

“Oh yeah… they’re really struggling. That may have been too much..,” Maya admitted. Reluctantly she placed several shrinkies back down, now instead reaching for one within a wheelchair, seemingly unable to run from this massacre. “Doesn’t mean the rest of you can’t give me a lil something though.”

With barely any resistance the paraplegic was taken from his seat and lowered onto her now bare stomach, Maya having lifted her shirt to allow for a smoother surface. The crippled man was forced to bear the horrendous sounds of Maya's gurgling stomach, the acids within quickly getting to work on its latest meals. Seems like whatever went in didn’t last long.

“I’ve always had a fast metabolism,” Maya explained as she increased the pressure on the poor man. “Would always eat more than my peers, and look damn good while doing it.” The man had to admit that while his location was less than pleasant, Maya was indeed quite fit. “Used to work out like crazy back when I was dating someone special. Kept it up even after we split because I had high hopes we’d see each other again.”

Maya increased the pressure between the man and her stomach, all of it culminating in a very quick, very loud pop that obliterated his upper half.

“Though, I won’t lie,” Maya said as she turned towards the remaining people. “If he were to see me now… after knowing what I do. Knowing what I’m capable of. I’m not entirely sure what he’d think...”

Maya closed her eyes, trying to picture how such a meeting would go. The shrunken people took this as an opportunity to escape, quickly fleeing from the killer. A fatal mistake as before any could react Maya brought her hand down upon two ill prepared men. One an elderly man and the other his apparent caretaker.

“He’ll just have to deal with it I suppose” Maya decided, her all too familiar giggles returning. Peering between her legs she saw the broken doctor Felix try and fail to move away from his most suggestive of locations.

“Wessy~. I really appreciate your help. I do” Maya slowly brought her hand down upon the doctor's back, pushing him further into her crotch. “I’ll be sure to put in a good word for you once I find my one and only.” He thought his bones were beyond breaking at this point. As it turned out, there were still some that remained. Unfortunate for him as Maya intended to inch out every bit of pleasure she could from him.

Despite the delight Maya felt, she was still keenly aware of the terrified people before her, backing away slowly so as not to gain her attention. Of course, this failed spectacularly, Maya moving her bloodied hand from the two crushed corpses onto yet another victim, keeping them trapped under. “And if anyone thinks of leaving I’ll gladly track them down and use you like I’m using doctor Wesmer here!”

Maya eventually gave more than the good doctor could take, his body finally giving in and ending his misery.

Taking her fingers away from the mess Maya rather passionately licked the remains from her fingertips, all while looking towards the masses. “Then again… no guarantees I won’t do that anyway.”

Maya pressed down upon the woman trapped beneath her rear, ending her life just as quickly as she did the doctor’s. She clawed at her left cheek, red stains left to resemble claw marks thanks to her messy fingers.

“This is all so...” Maya bent forward bringing her teeth around yet another fleeing victim, biting him in half before spitting out his upper torso. “Invigorating!”

Maya continued her massacre, killing the many shrunken victims present in various, gruesome ways. Some she ground against her body, their corpses staining her skin red as she taunted about how easily they collapsed against such soft skin. Others, mostly the men, she suffocated or crushed beneath her breast. She thought they’d be grateful, being underneath such large tits. Their bodies always gave out when she began to enjoy the struggles.

Any elderly she barely bothered with, flicking their bodies just hard enough to break them. Easier deaths then she cared to give them but they were hardly any fun.

The young ones, barely into their mid to late teens, she’d kill quickly. Bite them in half, or crush their heads between molars. She was done with the snacks anyway. 

Maya gave into every demented desire she felt, freely enacting the cruelest methods of death and torment she could think of. And there were many. She tore sockets from arms, legs from waists. She twisted heads until they came off the body.

She rolled atop those who continued to flee with her ass, their insignificant bodies offering no resistance. As she did all of this she continued toying with Doctor Wesmers remains, pushing herself closer and closer towards climax until finally her body gave in.

Any still alive nearly had their eardrums ruptured from Maya's climax, her shout of pleasure ringing throughout the hospital. And when relief washed over her, Maya resumed the murder, at this point full on addicted to it. It felt amazing, this power she possessed over those so small. She’s killed before; many, many times. People bigger and stronger than her. Shorter and faster. So she’s always had to be smarter. Wear the mask that ensured she could be trusted, until she decided otherwise.

Here, she didn’t have to do any of that. Now it didn’t mean she’d switch over to exclusively shrunken targets; didn’t want to seem weak now. But she knew which kills she favored more.

And she knew there’d be more people to shrink in the future. A lot more. So many that it’d keep her entertained for a very long time.

With her murder spree all but said and done, her whole body covered in the surprising amount of blood from her numerous victims, she couldn’t help but laugh at how fortunate she was.

For months she had tracked down her beloved Six after finding out he survived her… attempted murder of him. It was perhaps the one thing she regretted, now more than before when she learned he had survived and was placed into extensive, immediate medical care. Yet where at the time she had no way of knowing.

It wasn’t until she came across an old friend of hers. Well more an associate then friend as the two attended college together, alongside her the object of her lust.

How fortunate she was to have learned said associate, Damien, was a guard at one of the most well known hospitals in the states. Saint Minerva, a medical facility with so many acquired funds in the name of medical advances. Thanks to the genius Felix Wesmer, a mind well ahead of his time.

It took time, and an ungodly amount of effort to find out whether her dear Six had landed at this hospital, or any other ones he could have gone to. 

Call it a gut feeling. Call it the hand of fate at work. Call it a fucking shot in the dark on Maya’s part. She ultimately learned what she wanted and only needed to know where he went.

Feeling a tickle upon her foot, Maya noticed a still alive shrinky attached to her foot. Miraculously they survived all she inflicted upon the rest. Hell, they may have even survived had they remained still. But with their attempts to get free they unfortunately drew the attention of the last person they should have.

With a stomp of her foot Maya exploded the poor soul, not even caring to toy with them.

She looked down upon her tights, noticing just how filthy they became after she indulged herself.

With a shrug Maya removed them before returning her skirt to her waist. She was a murderer, yes, but at least she believed herself to have the decency to be properly clothed. The blood from her tights seeped from the fabric and onto her legs, staining much of it red. It was incredible how people so small could be so messy. 

“I like it,” Maya claimed as she observed her handiwork. The mess had spread onto her feet, the red pairing quite nicely before with her blue coated toenails. Perhaps when the time came she’d let her dear Six give them a coating that combined the two.

A thought for another day unfortunately. This day had to end at some point. Maya knew this, and a small part of her dreaded it. She was enjoying this quite a bit. Enough that she didn’t want things to stop.

“Quel dommage...” Maya sighed. She realized that should she stay any longer than needed then things would get very dangerous for her. And she couldn’t allow that.

Looking over the blood drenched floor of the lobby she wondered what other surprises were in store for her. She definitely hoped they’d be worth her while. After all, her time here may be coming to a close, but that didn’t mean it had to end quietly.

Josephine Minerva hid herself away as quickly as she saw the green gas pool through the vents. Her heart raced as she barely made it to her hospitals record room. While not entirely safe from the gas itself there was something within that’d keep her regular size.

She frantically searched the rows of records, time of the most valuable essence, until she came upon what she needed. A small envelope, not categorized under any name, date or letter. So easily found yet so out in the open no one would ever think it was anything but the information to a patient. But it was so much more than that.

Once Josephine retrieved the contents within, a pink powder enclosed within a plastic bag, she lapped it up quickly just as she was overcome by the gas that filled the hospitals halls. The effect was immediate, just as she believed it would be. She felt her skin tightening and her black business suit shrinking, yet she did not loss mass nor height. Neither her or her clothes shrank, the latter having failed to acclimate to the gas. As for her actual body, have Josephine not ingested the powder as instructed by head doctor Wesmer, than she would have fallen victim to it as well.

Though there was a minor side effect. Josephine noticed her normal tonned skin turn pale, and her light brown hair turn white. The glasses she wore proved useless as her eyes turned pink and she found her vision improved overall.

“Strange side effects...” she mused, watching as strange lines appeared throughout her body. They seemed similar in appearance to stitches.

Josephine sighed in relief, the crisis of shrinking averted for her. But then her thoughts went to those within the hospital, and how they had no sort of defense against the gas. She had no clue how they’d react to it or how small they would get. That was part of it’s design. Her design to be precise. Random effects to make the diminishing process seem more akin to a disease rather than a full blown chemical weapon. The full on process of shrinking or deformation was a seventy to thirty percent ration, with seventy being the successfully shrunk.

She wondered if the good doctor Felix fell victim to the chemical he played a role in making. If he did she’d have to dispose of him sadly. A shame really. Josephine promised him a place in her envisioned new world order.

Though this sudden exposure to the gas complicated things. For starters, the gas itself was more the first ingredient to a much larger, more important process. It needed to be made into a more tangible material, before being mixed into medicines specifically used by those of a…lesser social status. Things such as medicine for the less wealthy and food for those who couldn’t normally afford it. The pink powder, an antidote to the shrinking, would have been distributed for only the highest of classes. At a rather extravagant price of course, but it was for those who could afford it anyway. And they best part was how it wasn’t even a permanent fix. While only a small amount reversed any shrinking, side effects included, it wasn’t a permanent solution. Every month or so those who used the product would have had to re-ingest it, otherwise they would fall to the effects of diminishment.

The only one meant to have been exempt from the entire change of the worlds natural order was Josephine herself. She was meant to create a separate chemical that would have rendered her the last ‘normal’ person in a new world order. A living icon that provided the globe with a means to continue as it had prior. And those who couldn’t afford it would be placed at the feet of their superiors where they belonged. But looking upon the lines on her pale skin, and her white hair, she knew that something had come along to ruin her dream.

Had someone come to stop her? The thought did cross her mind. Perhaps Felix Wesmer grew cold feet and decided to go against his employers wishes. Whatever the case was now there was no stopping the gas. But with the powder she ingested there was ample time for her to put her plans into action, even if they were in an incomplete phase.

Quickly dusting herself off Josephine made her way to the back of the record room, a locked steel door waiting for her. It housed just what she needed to get her plans in motion. Normally labeled as confidential information the only two who had access to this room were herself and her associate.

Not bothering to lock the door behind her as she entered the room Josephine sat at the only computer in the room. Decorating the walls were several silver canisters filled with the green gas, tubes that branched off into various other medicines plugged into their bottoms.

Seemed she’d only be able to work with what she had here, placing the gas upon the medicines present. But perhaps it’d be enough to cause a chain reaction. People emulating the medicine present, perhaps as a way to figure out the coming epidemic. They’d only end up recreating the results, spreading the effects hopefully worldwide. The antidote would have to be spread out as well, perhaps sometime after the over shrinking ‘virus’ takes hold. The small amount she had was just one of many.

While the results of who shrank and who didn’t would be more varied than Josephine like she could still do this. She could still be an icon. The living goddess she believed she deserved to be.

Hours later and she was still going about the process of applying the remaining gas to cases of random medicine. The effects couldn’t be linked to one specific kind. They needed to appear as though the cause came from an unknown source. She couldn’t risk a link. Wiping her head of any sweat Josephine sighed as it looked like she nearing completion of her goal. Though altered it would be, she could still realize her dream. A lifelong dream of where she stood above all others.

It’s what she deserved, she thought. It’s what she always believed she deserved. No one was as important as her. No one was as special as her. She was unique. She was brilliant. All of these she believed wholeheartedly. It wasn’t until she heard the sound of the records room door unlocking that she was torn away from her thoughts.

There was someone who could manage that? It was unlikely. At most it must have been someone deformed by the gas. Yet Josephine had a gut feeling that perhaps that was not the case. Standing from her seat the hospitals owner silently made her way towards the steel door, not even risking it closed so as not to draw attention to herself.

She peered from the entrances edge and found a blood soaked, blue haired woman looking through the records, seemingly unaware of the metal door at the back. They frantically searched the records, quickly moving from one row of letters to the next in frustration.

Who was this woman? It was clearly someone Josephine never met before. And why was she covered in so much blood? Was it an effect of the gas? On that note, how is she even full sized? From what was seen there were no deformities upon the young woman at all.

Questions to be unanswered as Josephine quickly darted out of sight, the strange woman looking her way when she couldn’t find whatever it was she was looking for.

“Fucking shit!” Maya shouted, frustrated that she couldn’t find the records regarding her beloved six. It had to be here. She knew it had to be. Where else could it be?

“Fuck….FUCK!” Maya threw down several folders containing the information of patients, some of which she killed on her way here. But none of them were the object of her desire. It was when she was ready to give up that she saw the steel door towards the back of the room, wide opens though somebody made their way in.

Out of options and patience Maya made her way in, immediately being attacked by a much older, pale skinned woman. Though they looked quite different from how they were portrayed in the media Maya knew who this was.

“Josephine...Minerva?” the bloody woman asked in confusion, easily catching the hospital owners wrist when they tried to claw out her eye. They seemed...different. Aside from their skin Maya knew the one dubbed Saint Minerva didn’t have white hair, or pink eyes. Or even…

“Markings on your arm?” Maya questioned, perplexed that such a prominent figure was here. Granted it was their own hospital, thus the name. Though the blue haired killer never expected those of similar status to visit such places all the same.

As for Josephine she was easily pinned to the floor, the bloodied woman possessing a surprising amount of strength.

Maya scanned the room the two were in, noticing several canisters of the same gas that allowed her so much fun. The connections immediately clicked as Maya looked down to the woman she pinned down, a smile growing from ear to ear. “Oh miss Minerva~. The saint of the twenty first century. A shining example of the ‘human spirit’. Someones been up to no gooood~”

Despite her struggling Josephine was unable to throw Maya off her, the bloodied woman having sat herself upon the older womans stomach. “Not as holy as everyone thought huh? Now isn’t that a discovery?”

The eyes of the woman upon her invoked a fear within Josephine that she’s never felt before. All her life she’s known exactly what she’s wanted to do, and how she wanted to do it. She used people to get her way. She’s tested on people to get results. And not once had she ever feared for her life.

Yet the dread she felt now was as though all the fear she was meant to experience throughout her entire life was being channeled into this one moment. This one, horrible moment that spelled disaster for her whole dream.

“Y-you...”Josephine muttered, the fear quickly getting to her the more Maya smiled down upon her. “Ho-how did you...how are...who are you?”

Maya didn’t answer, instead leaning forward until she was inches from Josephine’s face cause the once great woman to flinch. She shut her eyes in fear only to feel Mayas lips press against hers. She tried to break free, despising the odd turn events. Mayas mouth tasted like iron, and when she pulled away a thin line of blood kept the two lips connected for a brief moment before parting.

“I wanted to thank you...” Maya admitted. “This wonderful night was because of you, wasn’t it?”

Josephine couldn’t say anything, her voice caught in her throat as she looked in this insane womans eyes. The blood she was covered in. the gore between their teeth. Just what had this blue haired psychopath done? She didn’t want to know, instead only wishing to understand how this woman survived the gas.

“How are you still...you?” Josephine asked. The idea that this maniac could have stayed full sized within the gas was impossible. If she didn’t shrink then deformities would have taken hold killing her. It was part of the process she designed.

Maya on the other hand chuckled at the thought, recalling how in her search for her beloved Six she found something of almost equal interest.

Months prior to her little...invasion of Saint Minervas hospital Maya had ‘procured’ an ambulance belonging to the medical facility. The clear difference for the vehicle was that it didn’t harbor any of the expected medical staff, instead holding several guards. Maya remembered the night fondly, almost meeting death as they proved more than she could handle. Yet she managed, through means even more gruesome then her executions this day. And what she found changed everything.

A single glass container holding the very same gas present. Strange, pink powder that she hardly had a use for. And a container of odd green pills that held the saints name on it.

Three items, each a key to shaping a whole new world, yet Maya hardly cared for them. Instead she viewed them as a means of finding her beloved, her arrival at the hospital and subsequent killing spree only possible because of these things. She hid the glass container within the hospitals even, cracking it’s casing to ensure a slow leak that eventually spread throughout the whole building. The green pills, she took, instructions within detailing there importance. The pink powder, she flushed. Perhaps someone else will find a better use for them.

Yet she told none of this to the saint pinned beneath her. Instead she ran her hands up the length of her arms, firmly gripping the woman's breasts as she passed her chest before finally resting her hands upon the womans throat. She gripped it tightly, the effect upon the saint immediate as the clawed into Mayas already bloody skin. The claw marks she left behind, Maya would treasure always.

Without Saint Minerva Maya would have never had such a wonderful day. Without her, everything after would seem bland in comparison. Without her, she may have never been able to walk the path towards finding her Six. So, with a smile, Maya forced Josephine Minerva, the most brilliant woman of the twenty first century, to raise their head closer to her. Maya licked the womans lips as she continued to gasp for air, the life slowly fading for her eyes.

Maya whispered into her ears, the respect and gratitude she held for the dying woman. “You wanted to change the world? Didn’t you?” Maya asked with a chuckle. “So many people thought you’d be the woman to do just that you know. Though I doubt they expected a change quite like what you had planned. Still, I can’t help but like the idea of it all.”

Maya gently kissed the womans cheek, the last bit of life finally fading from her. “You can die a Martyr for the new world. As for me, I’ll happily live in it with someone very important.”

A snap was heard as Maya tightened Josephines throat hard enough to crush her wind pipe, killing the woman who once had such a grand vision.

Maya on the other hand felt joy. The kind that could hardly be explained. Not joy over meeting a hard sought goal. Not the joy felt she normally felt when ending a life. This was a rare joy. The kind only felt when someone was where history was about to be made.

Turning her attention to the computer used to administer the gases to various medicines Maya couldn’t help but be curious over just how far Josephines plans would have reached. She looked over what it was the deceased woman was typing down, listing off a myriad of other big name medical facilities the madicine was meant to go to.

To be processed worldwide eventually, so that anyone who took the pills had a chance of shrinking.

It was outrageous, yet after today Maya wanted nothing more than to let such wonderful lunacy continue. But instead with her own added mixture.

She recalled the green pills she had taken to prevent her shrinkage, granting her immunity to the shrinking process as a whole. She remembered that within the case were the ingredients needed to make them, no doubt added by Saint Minerva herself should the pills have ever been misplaced. She recalled the ingredient perfectly, typing them into the computer so as to ensure such pills would be distributed as well. Though, as befitting of one such as Maya, she added a catch.

While some pills would hold the of granting an immunity once taken, the rarity of it happening would be so astronomically small that the chances of it happening were one in perhaps a hundred thousand. With that Maya had added herself to an extremely rare, elite group of individuals, unknowingly altering saint Josephine's plan further.

She allowed the process of of distribution of the medicine, giving them clearance should they be discovered.

After she did she focused on other matters. One of great importance to her. Noticed several files upon the computers desktop Maya found that each one held a name not present in the records before. She looked over them, their contents revealing earlier experiments of Minervas plans. Failure upon failure of shrunken individuals, each a precursor to the gas. Some were deformed and shrunk, other were made minuscule but at the cost of being unable to move freely. Only a few were branded as successes, but proved to costly to replicate.

She quickly searched through the files in search of her Six, his real name perhaps being among them. When she found it her heart skipped a beat, the odds of her beloved being one of the failures being a very real fear. Yet when she opened it she found her fears shrink away, much like her lover.

One of the few successes too expensive to do again, she found his appearance had changed drastically. She recalled how she enjoyed playing with his hair while he slept, or how she kissed his skin when the two...enjoyed each others company.

He had lost all of that now, his skin having seemingly been replaced by a bandage type material. A special ‘synthetic skin’ Josephine no doubt created in the hopes of dealing with the strain the shrinking process placed upon the body. Were it not for his name she’d have doubted he was even human.

Reading over the notes Maya saw the gamble had worked, her lovers body having endured the process, his skin being dozens of times more durable then even a normal sized humans. A good thing too as his new size baffled astonished her. So much so that she questioned her ability to find him.

She looked over the notes further, taking in the information of where he was placed once it was deemed his procedure was too costly. A trusted foster home, payed big money to ensure secrecy of what happened to those few successes. It seemed Mayas beloved was placed within said home. Her next destination after tonight.

Maya chuckled as she began to make her way out of the room, all she needed to know and do done with. As she did she heard several approaching footsteps. Police. Or maybe something better armed. Whatever the case was, Maya wasn’t concerned in the slightest.

“I hear little piggies~” Maya mused as she turned towards the canisters behind her. Some remain filled, the amount of gas outweighing the medicine present and thus weren’t mixed within them. “Or rather, soon to be little piggies~”

Maya tore the tubes from the still full canisters, allowing the gas to spread out from the room and into the hospital once more. She’d leave no gas container full, instead allowing it to spread further than it had before, perhaps even beyond the hospital.

The effects were immediate thankfully, the screams of any armed forces approaching notifying her of their quickly changing heights. Lucky for her as she was saddened her night was coming to an end. She wished to leave before any armed individuals dropped by, but now she knew her fun could continue a while longer.

Who knows. Perhaps she’ll keep a few as toys before she finds her beloved Six. She wouldn’t search for him right away, needing time to prepare herself in case she need to go about another killing spree. During that time she’d need to train her eyes to see even the smallest of details. She’d need to, if she were to be with one so small.

The world was changing, and Maya was more than glad to be a part of that change. And what better way to watch a new world order take place than by being alongside those you’d kill for.

Winter had broken out long after the country had forgotten the massacre of Saint Minerva's hospital. With the increasing numbers of those of diminutive size the massacre was quickly forgotten, the perpetrator of the horror never caught or found. All that was known was found from the carnage left behind. Those who were able to be buried were. Those who were never found were searched for. And saint Minerva herself was labeled a martyr for at least devising a means of combating the shrinking epidemic. A hero who was taken too soon from the world.

Few would know the truth of her plans. Fewer still would ever speak of them. And as for the bandage-wrapped, half-inch man who watched from the snow a series of television sets within a store, he promised he’d never speak about what happened to him. His skin was replaced with nearly unbreakable wrapping. His bones, malleable a sturdy. Any human features he once possessed, long gone because of what was done to him.

He'd never speak of what happened, not because he loathed it, rest assured he did, but because it was the only thing he could do to spare himself of reliving it all again.

Sitting upon the cold sidewalk he barely had to wear any clothes save for pants made of trash. It’s not like he needed to wear it, he had nothing to hide now. But time on the streets and at such a small size had forced the half-inch human to be resourceful. He didn’t need to eat, breathe or really do anything. He just, walked around, from one place to the next.

Used to be different for him, back when he was normal. Back before...all of this. Now normal seemed impossible in the world. The newly dubbed ‘beta epidemic’. It was cruel name, denouncing those afflicted as lesser. Certainly treatable, but far from fixed. He doubted this would ever go away. The world was changing before everyone's very eyes. He only regretted that he was alive to watch it all.

Even seeing it now, it was difficult to believe. Sitting on some street small enough to be mistaken for a bug and being forced to look up towards a store window that contained numerous television sets, all delivering the chilling news of what was occurring.

“The madwoman did it.” the minuscule man muttered as he began his walk away from the store. His size made it difficult for others to see him, but even should they step on him by mistake he always survived. That was his curse now. Wanting to die but being unable to do. That was what was done to him. By a woman, he hated almost as much as another. “Fucking Saint Minerva. Saint my ass. At least she won’t live to see this world she’s made...”

It was a small comfort it seemed, knowing she was dead. The bitch who made him like this.

It was her who placed him in a ‘foster home’ specially made to house her successful experiments. Though foster home was a bit of a stretch. Its caretakers hardly cared for the ones they were meant to be attending to. Instead, all they cared about was the money they were being paid. Must’ve been a good sum too, as no matter how much they complained they never left. They had ample reason to he’d admit. The other experiment weren’t quite as...sane as himself. Some were traumatized beyond repair. Others were only capable of hearing static. And that was only the tip of the iceberg for the shit he’d seen. Thankfully, as the smallest among them, it was fairly easy to leave that place all together a month after he was placed in the homes care.

“That was... two years ago.” the half inch man mused. How time flies when your only job is existing when you didn’t want to.

Well...there were worst ways to live. And in worse company.

The half inch man shuddered at the thought of being in the company of the one who had forced him into the care of Saint Minerva to begin with. Now Josephine Minerva was a demon in the mans eyes. But that other woman. That woman who tried to kill him, and would have succeeded too had he been taken anywhere else. It wouldn’t be wrong to say she was hell on earth.

But, she was gone now. The last time they even saw each other was perhaps three years ago. Twenty two at the time the half inch man would hate to admit the fact that once upon a time, both he and the blue haired woman were a couple. It seemed so simple then, their relationship. Their laughs seemed genuine, they company they gave one another were enjoyed. He thought the two of them were as happy as could be.

Had he the chance to meet his younger self he’d beat the naivety out of him. But, that was all in the past. Now, in the present, his only problem was having to remember his own name. His real name, not the pet name he was given by his once girlfriend.

What he thought was a number in reference to how many partners the woman had was in truth the amount of people she’s killed leading up to what she often referred to as her ‘one and only’. The half inch man chuckled at his own past cluelessness, having not taking the hint and running when he could. Or perhaps, he already knew and simply stayed because he enjoyed the feeling of being with one so...powerful.

Yes, that’s the word he used to describe her. Powerful. More so than those who had money or political power. They hired people to get rid of others, but her?. She killed people herself, in ways that would make hardened men cry.

But again, that was in the past. Now, all the man was doing now was trying to remember his own name. He hadn’t spoken it, perhaps maybe a few months ago. he’s had no reason to say it save for simply remembering he had one.

“What was my name again?” the man wondered. “It started with an A...i think...or was it a D?”

he rummaged through his mind trying to remember his parent given name, but with little success. “Alan? Derrick? Loretta!?” he chuckled at that last one, only imagining how funny it would be were that it. Of course, they were all wrong.

Then he remembered, a pang of joy being felt as he could still recall something so simple.

“Oh that’s right!” he exclaimed quite happily. “It’s...”

“Siiiiix~”

His joy erased, the half inch man felt the world spin around him as he remembered the voice behind him. Its was as though he were a deer caught in a cars high beams, unable to move or speak. He only felt fear as the sound of his living nightmares walked towards him, their footsteps booming as they crunched into the snow.

He knew it was useless. He knew it wouldn’t change anything. But would that stop him from trying?

No. Of course it wouldn’t.

Six ran faster than he ever had before, his steps sinking into the few inches of snow as he tried to escape the woman behind him. He couldn’t get tired, he knew this to be a fact. The only problem was that Six wasn’t very fast at his size. Despite that, he made more distance than he thought, the blue haired giant behind him no doubt giving him this head start. It wasn’t long before he broke free of the snow, finally finding solid pavement, and making a break for a possible escape. Only then did his pursuer make her way towards him at a most leisurely pace.

Had she began searching for him a few months prior she’d have a much more difficult time keeping track of her beloved. Since than though she’s had ample time to practice. She’s gotten good at tracking down her little victims. So good in fact that it was no issue hunting down one that was only half an inch. She’s found much smaller after all.

Wearing a black dress shirt and pants, along with matching boots, glove and mask, she seemed as normal as anyone within such cold weather. Yet were there any survivors to her onslaughts then her faded blue hair and brilliant blue eyes would be a dead giveaway. Turning back to see such features sent the woman's beloved Six into a panic, his pace picking up despite her slow advance.

“Fuck off Maya!” he shouted, hoping that it’d be loud enough to draw someone else to his aid. But nothing came. No help ever came when he needed it most. All this managed was instilling a feeling of elation within his pursuer as she watched his every movement with hungry eyes.

“Awww...he’s terrified” Maya thought as she raised a hand to her cheek. “That’s so cuuuuute~”

Six saw an alley fast appraoching. The very same alley he’d hind out in should anyone manage to find him. He’d use it to evade capture and hoped that now would be no different.

But this was Maya. Someone even more dangerous then a figure head like Minerva. Someone who, if she wanted results, would go about completing tasks herself.

She was capable. She was relentless. And before Six knew it, she was with her prize in hand.

The action was so fast and yet so careful that it never even occurred to Six that he was already caught. It wasn’t until the white of the snow of the alley was replaced with the white of her gloves that he realized he was in the palm of her hand. She brought him up to her now maskless face, a smile etched upon it as she looked at her beloved Six.

“M-maya...just... just hold up. Please...” the half inch man muttered, trying to crawl away only to find there was nowhere to go. He knew he was small, but rarely did Six find himself in the palm of another human. Now that he was in the palm of the last person he wanted to see, knowing there was no chance of escape, only now did he really think on how insignificant he was.

“Six~” Maya muttered, her smile slowly fading as her pleasure over tormenting another human being gave way to something else. Joy and disbelief for having finally found the one she was looking for.

“Six...” Maya muttered again, now bringing her lips closer to the man on her palm. He had changed so much since she last saw him. He didn’t even seem human now. But that hardly mattered to her. It didn’t matter how small he was or how her beloved looked. She finally had him all to herself.

“I finally found you...” Maya said as she pressed her lips down on her Six, his body nearly engulfed by the two soft masses. He stuck to them for a full ten seconds before falling to Mayas palm once more.

Whereas Maya felt happiness that could barely be described, Six felt a dread that consumed his entire being. He was disgusted to find that his ‘skin’ was covered in gloss. Looking up at Maya he saw that she had used several cosmetics to make herself look pleasant for their reunion. She had been planning this for quite some time. What he wanted to know was how she found him.

Maya, surprising her beloved once more, answered just what he was thinking, almost as though she were able to see clearly the question that laid behind his pink eyes.

“You’re wondering how I found you? Aren’t you, Six?” Maya deduced. Judging by her captives lack of speech it was clear that she was right. “Oh my sweet little boy toy~. You of all people should know that when I want something, I get it.”

Maya opened her mouth wide, revealing another captive within. Squirming on her tongue at three inches, middle aged, well built and sporting poorly drawn tattoos across his seemingly stitched arms. His whole, pale body was heavily macerated. One had to wonder how long he was within Mayas mouth.

It was his caretaker. Or at least one of them. Seems they weren’t fortunate in avoiding this pandemic sweeping the world.

A chill ran down Six’s spine as he realized had he chosen to stay in that foster home for his fellow experiments than he would have ended up in Mayas clutches sooner.

“Ur-pise!” Maya exclaimed, her voice coming out as a mess because of her open mouth. To remedy this Maya shut her teeth around the man within, audibly gulping as she swallowed him whole. She struggled for a moment, the process of eating the larger ones forcing her to keep her inhibitions in check rather than focus on her breathing.

Maya regained her composure before opening her mouth once more, revealing nothing of its previous hostage was left behind.

“All gone~” Maya taunted as she licked her lips for effect. She was trying to instill fear within her little lover. She wanted to watch him squirm, just as he used to when they would watch horror movies together.

She loved to see him squirm. He used to be so easily frightened. And she was elated to see that hadn’t changed one bit.

“Poor little Six~” Maya taunted as she ran her tongue across her palm, steam rolling Six in the process and nearly bringing him into her salivating maw. Luckily he was able to pull himself free before that could happen.

“You’re lucky I found you when I did” Maya explained, her gaze never shifting from her beloved even for a moment. “Did you know, those caretakers at your old foster home were going to get rid of the other experiments? They thought it was because of them that this whole epidemic happened. So, stupid~”

She brought her hand close again, kissing Six even longer than the last time, allowing him to pull free as she spoke so close to his body that he could feel the heat from her breath each time she opened her lips.

“I wonder what they would’ve done had I not been there” Maya mused, making sure to take in the terrified expression on her little lover. “Maybe they would’ve stepped on them. Or at least, the caretaker that still could. She was...fun”

Maya recalled how she caved in the womans head with a stone vase and laughed. She never saw it coming, her attention too focused on the little experiments she hated so much.

Maya audibly moaned as she recalled those as well, remembering how even the brain dead ones struggled when they realized they were in her mouth. As if some semblance of awareness decided to rear its head at that exact moment, only to unveil to them the terror of their situation. She even toyed with them longer than necessary, her desire to torment them almost overshadowing her desire to search for her Six. Ultimately they just ended up as an early morning snack. Unsatisfying ones at that.

“You wanna know something reeeeally funny~” Maya asked with a chuckle. Of course the half inch man in her palm didn’t answer, though it wasn’t as if she needed him to anyway.

“That little man you saw? Celle que j'ai mangée? The one I ate? I kept him in my mouth all day.” Maya waited for Six’s reaction before laughing herself, as though the situation were some joke. “He kept kicking my teeth for a few hours, as if that would help him!” she continued to laugh as though it were an old joke between two friends. Perhaps she saw it as such. Quite one sided because there was nothing of this situation Six saw humorous.

“And you wanna know the best part?” Maya asked again, her laughter dying down as she began walking out of the alley. Again Six said nothing, instead looking on in fear. And again Maya hardly needed him to answer. “I promised him I’d let him go.” Six looked up to Maya, not at all buying the confession.

“I know what it looks like” Maya assured with a raised hand. “But I actually did intend to let him go. Not like there’s anything he could do afterall. Him and the rest of you...betas” Maya referred to the pandemics name, finding it quite fitting of a category for the newly shrunken.

“But when I see you Six...” Maya continued. “When I think of you...there’s so much I feel like I can do. Before, I used to do horrible things just to feel good. But when I do them in your name, for your benefit...well there’s no words to describe how I feel.”

The half inch man could see the blue haired giant blushing as she spoke, her eyes free of any insanity. For a brief second he forgot he was looking up towards what very well may be a devil in disguise. For a moment he was lost in those eyes, forgetting who it was that set him on a path of suffering.

For a brief moment, Six was head over heels for Maya again. That was, until she spoke, breaking his fixation.

“And now that you’re with me again...i just can’t wait to find out how that feels.” Maya ran her free hand down her legs, picturing all she could do as her lovely, little Six squirmed across her body.

“I want you to crawl between by breasts as I cave in some whores head with a hammer” Maya explained, her breathing growing extremely labored as a result of dreaming up her fantasies. “I wanna rub you against a bloody corpse and lick you clean. I wanna feel you squirm against my snatch as I bite into someones heart.”

Mayas gaze intensified as her breathing left her Six covered in perspiration. “I want everything you can give, my little boy toy. And whether you like it or not I’ll take it all.”

Maya brought her lips upon the half inch man one final time, licking all her tongue could manage to lap up. She was positively salivating at this point, threatening to drown Six had he still needed to breath to survive.

And then, just like that, she lifted him into her mouth. Her saliva proving to more than enough to keep him in place when used in the right quantity.

The world shook for Six as he was thrown about within Mayas mouth, her tongue pressing him against her teeth, squeezing him against the roof of her mouth and even raising him into the air and threatening to have him slide into her throat.

His frantic attempts at escape tickled Mayas tongue, making the woman giggle as she adjusted her mask back onto her face. She wouldn’t eat him, of course. Not like he could die anyway, but retrieving him if she did would be…messy. Perhaps an activity the two could partake of in the future.

For now, Maya was eager to get home. She had so many things she wanted to do, and had just the person to do them with. The world may be changing around Maya, but her whole world was kept wriggling atop her tongue.

And she wouldn’t want it any other way.