Katie started today like any other day.  She got out of bed, showered, dressed, and made her way downstairs.  She used to like listening to the radio as she prepared breakfast.  But nowadays, the news only ever brings her down.

It all started about seven months ago when the Vitruva Corporation started experimenting on their quantum reassembly device (QRD).  They had supposed that if a person could be broken down at a molecular level with the quantum interactions between each molecule preserved and recorded, it may even be able to unlock the gate for a variety of revolutionary technology.  Transporters, cloning devices, anti-aging equipment and so much more could be in humanities grasps.  They had made a major breakthrough with microbial bacteria and were delving into larger specimens.  But then everything went wrong.

Over the next few days, key researchers had gone missing from the QRD project.  Then other researchers on the same floor of the Vitruva building vanished.  Then bystanders and visitors in the surrounding area started disappearing in broad daylight.  Even with the project shut down and numerous government investigators on the case, the missing persons list grew.  The disappearances soon spread across the entirety of Iowa.  Now people going missing had just become a commonplace occurrence for Katie.  People she had known for years would just vanish without a trace.

After breakfast, she hopped in her car and sped to work.  Traffic was light that day.  Usually, Katie would experience at least a few car crashes on her way to work caused by automobiles with no drivers, but it seemed now there weren’t even enough people left on the street to crash into.  Evacuation plans had been enacted, then ended, then restarted again.  It seems every time federal agents had gotten to the bottom of the problem and ended this eternal phantom over the state, the disappearances would just begin again.  Katie had long given up on running, especially as cases started cropping up across state lines.

As Katie arrived at work, she saw a man with a billboard around his neck with the words “THE RAPTURE HAS ARRIVED” in bold letters scrawled across it.  He was handing out pamphlets, no doubt with one of the numerous cults that had emerged around these unfortunate vanishings.

Work felt quieter every day.  Fewer customers, fewer employees, and less need for earthly possessions left the store feeling desolate and empty.  It was like the insides of the department store she worked at had been scooped out with nothing to replace it.  Really, the whole world was starting to feel that way.

Katie looked around.  The store was pretty clean, there were no customers, and what employees were even there were goofing off on their phones.  Katie went to the cooler and grabbed a soda.  Then, she slipped into a warehouse in the back to enjoy her spoils.  Propping herself against a pretty soft bag of soil, she enjoyed her drink and slowly drifted back to sleep.

When she woke up, the bag of soil and drink was gone.  The warehouse was gone.  Everything and everybody she ever knew had disappeared and in its place was a world thoroughly alien to her.  Large wooden artifices littered a field full of wait-high grey grass.  Two steel pavilions the size of warehouses stacked one upon the other stood far in the distance.  She seemed to be in an enclosed area surrounded by white walls.  A window had been placed far out of any conceivable viewing range.  It was then that Katie started piecing everything together.

What she was looking at was a room blown to extreme proportions.  She looked around to see if there was any mark or indication to give her a clue to where she was or the owner of the room, but outside of the outlandish size, nothing stood out of place.  The room was fairly plain, with no posters on the wall.  There were a pair of dressers, a few desks, a number of smallish chairs, and a bunk bed.  So she supposed that probably two people lived here, and that this may or may not be a college dorm, but other than that, not much could be gleaned.

As Katie took in her familiar yet alien surroundings, she saw something moving in the distance.  Beneath one of the desks, she saw another woman her size. She called out across the expanse and made her way towards her as fast as she waded through the carpet fibers with as much haste as her tiny frame was capable of.  Whoever it was noticed and seemed to be excited to see a friendly face.  She rushed over to meet Katie shouting something that Katie couldn’t hear.  They got closer and closer in the middle of the room.  Just as they were about to make contact, a loud creak was heard from one of the doors.  The other woman panicked and dashed back to her hiding place under the desk as fast as she could.

Ernest stepped out of the bathtub and wrapped a towel around his waist.  Not only was showering a great way to relax after a long workout, but he wanted to look his best for when his new roommate arrived.  Normally, he wouldn’t be as excited about having a new buddy in his dorm.  He’d had seven in three years.  The process would always be the same.  His new dormmate would arrive, he would run them pretty ragged, then they would move out within the month.  But this one felt special.  He’d met Hanz at a club, and knew right away that he’d be the perfect roomie.  He had a freaky quality that most of his other roomies hadn’t in a long while.  He stepped out of the bathroom and made his way to the bed.

Katie stared up in awe.  From the large door on the far side of the room emerged an absolutely gargantuan figure.  His toned physique was that of an Olympian god.  His damp muscles and chiseled features glistened in the light, blown to astronomical proportions.  His more sensitive areas were covered only in a towel, which went from his hips down to his thighs.  He was a sight to behold even standing still, but in motion, he was absolutely beyond reason.  Katie couldn’t comprehend a figure the size of an apartment building moving with the speed he did.  It didn’t even look like he was putting much effort into it.

The woman in the distance was running as fast as her legs could take her, but the carpet stifled her ability to pick up speed.  The ground creaked and groaned as the giant approached where the two were standing.  Katie froze as her brain shut down from fear.  Her short-lived friend trudged faster, but her fate was already sealed.  In one second, Katie was staring at her panicked ally, and the next she was looking at the side of the giant’s foot.  She fell on her knees and curled into a ball as the mammoth passed her by, with nothing but a miniscule red spot on his foot to show for it.

Ernest flopped onto the bottom bunk of his bed and texted Hanz.

“When are you getting here?  I’m bored.”

“Sorry, it’s taken me a while to get my stuff packed.  I might have to wait until tomorrow.”

Ernest put on a scowl, not content having to wait another day for his new roomie.  He turned to the side to see if there was anything to do, since he wasn’t in the mood to leave after a nice shower.  That’s when he spotted the shifter that had been lounging around his house for the last month.

Shifters were a pretty new phenomenon.  The humanoid insects had only really been discovered a few months ago.  Though their origin is unknown, some researchers have noticed that signals with no apparent origin trigger the molecules in the air to form these creatures.  Scientists have been doing research on them to see how these signals worked and what it could mean for humanity, but to most people, they really only ever served as a nuisance.  

Ernest used to go out of his way to squash shifters, but they kept showing up, and it wasn’t like they really formed nests.  Heck, it wasn’t even clear how they appeared in the first place.  So he usually ignored them, and the shifters in turn stayed out of his way.  Yet peculiarly, this one was just lounging around in the middle of the room where it could be stepped on.

“Hey bug!  Go away.  You wouldn’t want to get squished, would you?”

Katie, understanding this as the threat it was meant as, broke out of her trance and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her.  Ernest wondered why this bug in particular was just standing around gawking at him.  He knew he was sexy, but the shifter had always seemed habitually scared.  It was only as it ran that he noticed this bug had blonde hair instead of red hair.  It must be a different bug.  Ernest wasn’t happy to have more bugs in his dorm, but didn’t really feel motivated to do anything about it, so he just let it go for now.

He briefly wondered where the red-haired shifter went, before getting bored again.  He propped one leg over the other as he looked on his phone for something to watch.  His left foot dangled as an almost imperceptible red splotch stained its underside.  Ernest would never realize the tiny he was wondering about would be affixed to his body until tomorrow’s shower washed any evidence of it away.

Katie stumbled back over to a safe hiding spot in a small crack behind one of the dressers.  The giant seemed to have lost interest in her, so that at least was a positive.  Katie instead moved her attention to other problems.

Outside of knowing that she was currently inside a dorm room, she really had little in the way of clues as to where exactly she was and how to leave.  None of the people who had been reported missing ever returned, so returning to Iowa was probably out of the question.  The giant seemed to speak English, at least enough to threaten her, but Katie didn’t really feel like pushing her luck with him to get more information.

Her thought was interrupted by the sound of her tummy rumbling.  Katie had struggled with her weight for most of her life.  Throughout her adolescent years, she tended to stress eat, which made her figure fill up more than she would have wanted.  Since getting a job in inventory at the department store, she had managed to bring her weight down substantially.  She was quite proud to have shed fifty pounds over the last year and a half, thanks to a physically intensive workload, better eating habits, and a supportive friend network.  She was still a bit on the pudgier side, but was far happier where she was now than where she was previously.

Even though breakfast hadn’t been that long ago, being in a strange, dangerous world alone really started to wear on her.  Looking around, there was a minifridge near the bunk bed, but if Katie was unwilling to risk socializing with the giant, she certainly wasn’t going to steal from him in front of his face.  Besides, could she even get into the fridge like this?  She doubted she could really move a fridge door the size of a duplex.

At that point, things became clear to Katie.  She would almost certainly not be able to sustain herself in this room.  If she wanted to survive, she would have to move on from here.  The door outside wasn’t quite flush to the ground.  There was a small gap between the top of the door and the carpet.  Probably not enough for the giants to notice, but enough that she might be able to just barely squeeze through.

When she thought the giant wasn’t looking, Katie dashed full sprint to the entranceway.  Getting down on her stomach, she tried to crawl on her stomach through the gap.  It was a tight fit.  She could feel friction marks develop on her breasts as they scraped against the long, rough carpet fibers.  Her back was pinned against the wooden door.  She crawled as best as she could to escape, but was undoubtedly a bit stuck.

As Ernest was scrolling on his phone browsing pictures of hot, submissive looking guys, he noticed the shifter was running back into the middle of the room.  Curious what had prompted the little thing out of its hiding place, he saw her run up to the exit and try to leave.  He smirked.  He wished all bug infestations would just resolve themselves like this.  He watched its puny legs kick and squirm until it eventually gave up halfway in and halfway out.  He giggled watching the poor thing get so close to freedom only to get stuck at the last hurdle.  Still, he didn’t really want it around, and the bug didn’t want to be around.  So he figured since their goals aligned, he might as well give the shifter a little boost.

Katie’s left hand was pushing against the doorframe when she felt the ground beneath her shake.  She could hear the giant coming directly towards her.  Desperate not to be still in the doorway if the giant opened the door, her movements became frantic.  She shoved at the door frame, her fingernails tried to dig into the polished wooden floor outside the dorm, and she wiggled her body like a worm, but she couldn’t get through.  The footsteps stopped and she was sure her body would be torn apart if he attempted to leave.

Ernest bent over at the flailing pair of legs sticking out from underneath the entryway.  Smiling, he placed his finger against the shifter's squishy little tush and gave it a slight push.  WIth almost no effort at all, it popped out the other side.  Satisfied his infestation was taken care of, he went back to entertaining himself.

One moment she was stuck and unable to move, and the other she was free.  Shocked that she was still unharmed, Katie turned around, but the door was the only thing behind her.  Looking up, she noticed that she came from room 317.  Whoever the giant was, he certainly didn’t seem to wish her harm, at least not intentionally, so she figured that she should remember this room in case something went amiss.  Worst comes to worst, this at least doesn’t seem like a dangerous room to sleep in if it came to it.

She wandered down the hall, close to the wall to avoid being out where somebody could step on her.  Spotting an exit, she discovered a staircase going down.  At first, she celebrated her good fortune, but soon realized that she would have no way of traversing the staircase alone.  The drop to the next step was akin to a fall from a four story building.  Survivable once?  Perhaps.  Survivable for every single step for three floors?  Impossible.  She was about to give up dejected when she heard the ding of an elevator.

She quickly ran to the source of the sound, Two large metal doors side by side.  She might have to wait a while, but freedom was finally within her grasp.  Eventually, she heard that telltale ding.  As the door crawled open, the problem became clear.  Between the floor and the elevator was a small gap.  To the denizens of this world, it would hardly be a big deal.  Maybe a quarter would be lost every once in a while, but nothing substantial.  But to Katie, the gap was a chasm.  To fall inside would mean certain death.

Katie cursed her luck.  So close to freedom, yet so incalculably far.  A large group of giants stepped off onto her floor.  As the people in the elevator made way for those leaving, she noticed out of the corner of her eye a woman her size.

Well, to call this woman her size would be an overstatement.  By Katie’s estimation, the stranger would be the shorter of the two by a few hairs.  Whoever it was was naked and covered from head to toe in stitches, as though assembled in the night like some Frankenstein’s monster.  As the poor soul dodged between the feet of those on the elevator and those remaining, it was clear that her chances were slim if she couldn’t exit.  It was clear that this woman couldn’t pull her up if she jumped to the elevator and missed, but maybe...

“HEY!”

The woman on the elevator jumped.  Looking across, she saw Katie shouting and waving her arms.

“JUMP!  I’LL CATCH YOU!”

The stranger was hesitant, but as a foot landed just a finger’s length away from flattening her, she barrelled to the pit.  With a running start, she hurled herself across the ravine as Katie reached for her.  It looked as though she would just barely miss clearing the gap.  As she plummeted, Katie latched the right arm of the stranger.

For such a lanky individual, the elevator girl was quite heavy.  It took both hands just to stop her from falling.  As Katie strained to pull her up, her other hand grasped for the ledge.  The mechanical whir of the elevator door was heard as it approached their position.  At this rate, it would crush both of them into mush.  Katie was about to give up, the woman caught the side of the cliff and started to pull herself up.  With a mighty heave, the two returned to solid ground just as the door slid by them.

Never in Katie’s life had she been so grateful to have a job lifting heavy gardening equipment.

“Wheeeew, that was a close one.  I’m Katie by the way.”

The stranger panted and wheezed for a second before responding.

“Hannah.  Thank you.  Thank you!”

Hannah flopped into Katie’s arms and started sobbing.  Katie held her close.  It seems whoever Hannah was, she had been through more than she could ever imagine.

“Come with me.  I know a place where we can be safe and plan what to do next.”

One of Ernest’s hands was clasped around his phone, browsing pictures of men bent over, ready to be mounted.  His other hand was decidedly elsewhere.  As he enjoyed his viewing experience, he noticed the shifter attempting to crawl back into his abode.  He had neither the time, nor inclination to help her get back inside, especially having helped her leave, but this time she seemed to have less problem getting through.  The reason for this became clear as another shifter followed behind her.

Ernest wasn’t happy that not only did his bug infestation come back, but became worse.  But he had already gotten into a steady rhythm.  He figured that if this were to become a huge problem, he could deal with it later.  He simply allowed the shifters to make their way back to the gap behind the drawers.

As they finally got a chance to relax, Hannah seemed to calm down.  Katie smiled.  She may not have gotten any closer to solving her food and drink issue.  She might not be able to escape.  But she found a friend.  And that was a win in her book.

Hannah stood in front of the mirror looking over every inch of her face to make sure her makeup looked absolutely perfect.  Tonight was her anniversary, and her husband had something special lined up for the occasion.  He’d recently gotten a huge promotion at work and was splurging a little to get into a fairly exclusive restaurant.  Reservations had been made about three months in advance.  They both wanted this anniversary to be extra special.  After all, they would have to move to the Houstin branch of the company, so this would be the last anniversary they’d spend in their home in Nebraska.

Hannah was dressed to the nines tonight.  She wore her favorite black dress that fit her slim form tightly.  She’d gotten it as a gift for their fifth anniversary, so she felt it was only appropriate.  Her tall high-heels boosted her modest 5’4” height almost up to a 5’6”.  She wished she was a little bit taller and full-formed, but her beloved Johnathan loved her just the way she was.  All the more reason to make tonight extra memorable.

She hopped into her car, and just before her keys entered the ignition, she felt her entire body start to tingle.  Her vision started to flash.  She had heard about this on the news, but she had assumed she lived far enough away that it wouldn’t affect her.  There hadn’t been any reports of people going missing outside of Iowa.  She tried to fight it.  She didn’t want to disappear.  But there was nothing to be done as she passed out in the driver’s seat of her car.

When Hannah woke up, she was laying on a tile floor.  Thankful to still be alive, she got to her feet and started to look for help.  But the more she looked around, the less sense things made.  She seemed to be in a giant foyer.  Impractically large doors lined each side of the open space.  It was almost as though the doors were designed with a medieval aesthetic in mind, but this foyer wasn’t particularly well decorated, and what little was around was distinctly modern.  She wondered why excessively large archways were chosen for this place, until she got her answer in the most unpleasant manner possible.

One of the doors swung open with a speed that shouldn’t have been possible for such a large door.  But what came as even more of a shock were the people leaving through it.  Two unfathomably large creatures stepped out.  Their features were very similar to humans, but at sizes unthinkable for humanity.  Even in her heels, she doubted she would be able to see over their shoes, even if she craned her neck as far as it would go.  What was more concerning, however, were their inquisitive eyes gazing down directly at her.

“Look, Ralph!  Another shifter.  Let’s bring this one back to the labs.”

“Give me a second!”

One of them pulled a spray can from his pocket and held it in front of Hannah.  She tried to run, but she quickly found herself engulfed by a thick cloud of gas.

“Hold your breath for just a second, Mandy!”

Hannah also tried to hold her breath.  But the gas quickly filled her lungs as she passed out for a second time.

When Hannah woke up, a firm hand was wrapped around her torso.  She struggled in vain against her captor’s grip, but couldn’t loosen it even a little.  That was when she got her first real good look at her abductor.  He was freckled, with short, black hair and a smallish button nose.  He wore a pair of thin-rimmed glasses and a lab coat.  She became even more panicked as they entered a college lab.  Counters and shelves were lined with glass tanks, all labelled, and all filled to the brim with naked humans no bigger than herself.  Her heart rate rose astronomically.  She didn’t know why she was here or what experiments were being conducted, but she feared the worst.  The giant gentleman took her over to an empty tank.

“Okay, little shifter.  Let’s see what we’re working with.”

Ralph adjusted his grip on the shifter.  He grabbed a pair of scissors, which made the shifter squirm rapidly in his grip.  This was always his favorite part of doing this capstone project.  He brought the scissors to the bottom of its dress and started to slice it open.  The shifter started panicking and crying, trying to get the scissors away from her dress, but he had dealt with stronger, more stubborn shifters in the past.  With two fingers, he blocked her arms from holding onto the dress.  He finished his cut and peeled the dress off like he was taking off a coat.  Seeing her in just her underwear was incredibly stimulating.  

“You know, my cute little shifter, it’s a pity Mandy was with me when I spotted you.  You’re exactly my type.  I probably would have taken you home.  Just think of the fun we could have had together.”

Hannah really didn’t want to think about that.  She attempted to focus on anything but the giant figure with a pair of scissors between her breasts cutting her out of her bra.  There was another scientist in the room glaring disapprovingly at the one holding her.  She stood about a head taller than the one who captured her.  Her blonde hair was braided into a ponytail, and her glasses had thick rims.  Hannah figured this must be Mandy.  She looked pleadingly at her, hoping she would step in.  And surely enough, she did.

Mandy was losing patience with her boyfriend Ralph.  She thought that doing this project together would bring them closer, but it only shone a light on the more perverse aspects of Ralph’s personality.  And she’d had very high hopes for this project too.  When the shifters had first arrived, they were seen as dangerous pests and exterminated en masse.  But as it became clear the scientific potential of these creatures, the need to capture them for experiments grew.  Thus, Mandy had wanted to do her senior project on the best method of caring and maintaining them in captivity.

And things would be great if her jerk of a boyfriend didn’t keep feeling up the specimens.  She was disgusted with Ralph’s sexual fascination with the shifters.  Even if they did look somewhat similar to people, it didn’t change the fact that they were bugs first and foremost.  And even though she would never admit it to herself, she was somewhat jealous of the shifters taking Ralph’s attention from her.  The latest subject in particular had really become a nuisance.  Her boyfriend wouldn’t stop talking about her.  Mandy had enough.

“God, Ralph.  It’s a pest, not a human.  Quit ogling it, bug fucker!”

“Come on, Mandy.  I’m just having a little fun.”

Ralph turned to Mandy, and seeing the rage in her eyes, quickly turned back around and hurried up with his work.  The shifter, now stripped of her clothing, was placed in the holding tank.  He grabbed the label maker and punched in the information on this shifter.

“Subject 107 Found April 5th 2015 Food Category 3 Heating Category 2”

Hannah wasn’t sure what any of that meant, except that apparently she had gone back in time in addition to transporting god-knows-where at only the size of a bug.  She looked around, and noticed most of the bugs at least seemed to be well taken care of.  She didn’t know what was going to happen to her, but it seemed like she would be okay for at least a little while.

As Hannah analyzed the tanks to see what information she could glean, it seemed that the split on food and heating categories wasn’t very well mixed.  There seemed to be more Food Category 3 and 4 than for categories 1, 2, and 5.  There only seemed to be a few Heating Category 4s, and the rest were a split of 1, 2, and 3.  She found that odd, until she began to examine the subject number and find dates closely.  

The earliest subject numbers were Subjects 53, 54, and 56.  All were found February 24th.  None of the subjects before then were still alive.  Furthermore, the newer people tended to be about even as far as categories were concerned.  But the longer people stayed in these conditions, the more the effects of the heating and food situation became clear.  Hannah looked into Subject 104’s case.  Despite having only been there for about four days, the poor young boy was already in shambles.  A heating lamp baked his body until it was a deep red as he vomited the foul food he was given.  He wretched and wretched until he finally passed out.  After a while, it was clear he had stopped moving for good.

Though Hannah’s conditions weren’t the worst, she certainly wasn’t going to stay to see if things would get worse.  She had to run away.

Hannah spent the first night scrabbling at the glass walls of her enclosure to no avail.  All she managed to do was exhaust herself and burn energy.  Realizing that she had to bide her time for tonight, she took a few scraps of what had remained of her dress and used them as a sheet to sleep with.  

The next morning, she awoke to Mandy clattering around trying to grab food for everybody.  For Hannah, as a subject with Food Category 3, she received a small helping of what she could only assume was some sort of meat substance.  Pork maybe?  Either way, it was wrapped in shredded lettuce.  It wasn’t actually that bad all things considered.  

Ralph came in a bit later to do inspections on the state of the specimens.  Starting with the newest subjects first, Hannah became the first inspectee.  The first step was weighing each subject.  Looking down at her weight at only a little less than a fifth of a gram, the reality of her situation really set in on just how small she truly was.  And she was only going to feel smaller.

The next step was checking the bodies for any bruises or scarring.  Ralph was having the time of his life with it.  What should have taken a few minutes at most dragged on almost half an hour, or at least it felt that way to Hannah.  Ralph’s prying fingers groped at her smaller, perky breasts, feeling them up and down.  She was lifted into the air as Ralph forced her butt cheeks apart to peek at her itsy-bitsy anus.  And the whole time he whistled and jeered, making comments about how fuckable she would be if she was the size of a real person.  Mandy had enough of her boyfriend ogling something she viewed as beneath her.

“Good lord, Ralph.  Quit fucking around with it and get on with it!”

“Ooo, somebody’s a little jealous.”

Mandy’s face turned bright red.  She stomped her foot, then began screaming and stammering.

“N-no!  It’s just… You’re going to stress out the subject, and we won’t get any good data!”

“The little bug doesn’t seem to mind.  Look!  Nice and syrupy.  You love getting touched by the big strong scientist, don’t you?”

To punctuate his statement, he lifted the finger that had been forced against her pussy lips and lifted them to the light, revealing the slight shimmer of the fluids he forced out of her.  Hannah began to cry.  How could she look her husband Jacob in the face after being raped and forced to cum by just a single finger.  Ralph took a perverse glee in seeing this, but Mandy was still fuming.  So he switched up his tactics.  He reached over to Subject 102, a spritely, athletic hunk of a man.

 “Here, why don’t you give it a try.  You can’t deny that this one’s quite the looker.  You can play with it however you like.  I’m sure you’ll see how fun it is, having a miniature to play out your fantasies with.”

Ralph walked over and placed 102 in Mandy’s palm.  No sooner had it entered Mandy’s hand than her grip coiled around its entire body.  Blood spilled liberally between the cracks in her fingers.  When she no longer felt its breath inside her fist, she dropped it on the ground.  For extra emphasis, she gave the corpse a quick stomp.  And with that, a man that could lift Hannah over his head five times over was crushed and destroyed by an ornery nerd girl.  Hannah screamed.

Ralph realized this wasn’t going to go his way and tried to hurry through the rest of the inspections.  All was going fine until they finally reached the end and only Subjects 53, 54, and 56 remained.  As 56 stepped onto the scale, he stumbled off the front and fell, suddenly going faint.  Mandy picked it up to see if it was alright.  But as she lifted it to her eyes, she saw its body shimmer, then fade, then finally disappear altogether.

“Oh my god.  Ralph!”

“What happened?  What’s going on?”

“I think the shifter just… shifted again!”

“What?!?!  They can do that?!?”

“Look!”

Ralph looked over and saw Mandy’s empty hand.  He was about to ask if she was sure she didn’t just drop it when Subject 53 passed out the same way its comrade did.  Ralph quickly pried the camera off its stand to record what was happening.  Sure enough, it was like a miracle.  The tiny buglike creature simply disapparated from this plane of existence, like it had never been there at all.  Nothing like this had ever been recorded.  This was the breakthrough of the century!  If they could figure out how this was possible, it would open so many scientific possibilities.

Mandy wasted no time.  She moved Subject 54 over to the dissection table and began making cuts.  She needed to see what had changed to cause the shifters to re-shift.  As 54’s body began to shimmer, her cuts became more and more hectic, carving him like a roast duck trying to figure out what was making it tick.  Finally, 54 stopped shimmering.  It didn’t go anywhere, instead lying in a pool of its own blood.

Mandy beat her fist on the table, but Ralph walked over to hug her.  She was a bit shocked and brushed her hair from in front of her face behind her ear.  She then embraced Ralph back.

“That was amazing!  Did you just see…”

“I know!  I know!”

“Now your senior project…”

“Fuck that!  I could get a Nobel prize for this!  I mean, just think about everything I could do if I could figure out how this works!”

Mandy was beside herself.  She had never been this happy in her entire life.  She kissed Ralph on the lips and they shared a passionate moment together.  They both made plans for the next day to monitor Subject 59s behavior.  They had already caught the moment of a shift on film, the first video of its kind.  If they could just finish it with a discovery on the mechanics behind the shift, they would be set for life off the money they could rake in.

Ralph had to leave a bit early, so he gave Mandy a kiss goodbye and made for the door.  As he left, he gave Hannah a wink.

“I’ll see both of you cuties tomorrow.”

Mandy’s face darkened.  She waited until Ralph footsteps were far in the distance and stomped over to Hannah’s container.  With a forceful grab, she hauled Hannah out of her glass prison and onto the dissection table.

“Why can’t I just have one nice moment without you fucking shits ruining it for me?”

“I…”

“SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH, YOU HOMEWRECKING CUNT!”

Mandy already couldn’t stand the squeaky, high-pitched mumblings of shifters.  It was always so annoying.  You could only barely hear what they had to say even in the best circumstances.  And Mandy wasn’t willing to humor this slut’s moaning and excuses.

“You think you can just waltz in here and steal my man just because you have a pretty body for a pest?  Fuck you!  Let’s see if Ralph still paws all over you after I’m done with you.”

Mandy’s scalpel pressed directly into the side of Hannah’s face.  She cut and slashed at the shifter like she was possessed by a B-movie killer.  Hannah became weak.  She went from extreme pain to no longer being able to feel her body at all.  As she closed her eyes, she knew it was the last time they would ever open…

… which is why it was such a shock when she woke up again with a horrifying headache.  As she got to her feet, she saw her own reflection in the glass.  Her entire face and body had been grafted and stitched together.  She screamed and fell over as she processed what she saw.

“Hey, you made it!”

The voice belonged to none other than Ralph, beaming ear to ear.

“Mandy really did a number on you, huh?  It’s a good thing I left my lab coat here by accident, or you would be toast!  But don’t worry.  Now that you’re awake, you’re coming with me.”

Ralph picked her up gently.  Hannah flinched from the familiar probing grasp.

“Wh-where are we going?”

“Well, we can’t stay here, or Mandy will show up and really mess you up.  So I’m taking you home.  Hey, don’t make that face!  It’ll be fun.  We can get up to all sorts of fun when we get home.  Besides, it’s not like you have a choice.  You basically own me your life.  So you can’t really complain when I use it how I see fit.”

Hannah’s squirming was starting to turn Ralph on.  It took every bit of self control not to start playing with his new toy right now.  But Mandy had also left her lab coat, so he decided to hastily make his way back home.  Tossing Hannah into his book bag, he quickly made his way back home.  In such a rush was he to get someplace alone with his new doll that he only zipped his bag up part way.

Hannah saw the opening and started climbing pencils and pens to get to the top where she could escape.  Even one false step, and she could plummet to her doom or be smashed like a grape between two books  But she finally jumped to the opening of the bag and out to safety.

She looked around at her new location, and she seemed to be stuck in an elevator.  She watched Ralph step off on the second floor, leaving her trapped on the floor with several behemoth people, all as big if not bigger than Ralph.  She couldn’t stay here.  If she did, she’d get stepped on.  Or worse, Ralph could find her.

On the third floor, the gap between where the elevator began and the floor ended was far too massive.  She was about to lose hope as the crowd moved above her, when she heard a friendly voice call out to her.

When Katie and Hannah finally returned to their hiding place behind the dresser, Hannah told her tale to her new companion.  The two hugged as Katie comforted the patchwork woman.  Yet in the back of her mind, the disappearance of the early subjects intrigued her.  Doing a bit of math in her head, the captured subjects had vanished into the ether only forty-one days after they were first found.  Even assuming they had managed to stay hidden for a day or two before discovery, that still meant that it only took around six weeks before they would be able to shift away.

But even if they did survive that long, there was no guarantee that they would return to their own dimension.  After all, she had been keeping up with the Virtuva disappearances since they first started, and had never heard of any of the missing people returning.  She could end up transported to another horrifying dimension.  The teleportation could have been triggered by diet instead of time.  But this was her best shot.  Besides, it was hard to imagine a dimension worse than one where giant people could butcher a person, or crush them without noticing.

Katie peered over at the giant on the bed.  He didn’t seem to mean them any harm, or at least could be pursuing them, but wasn’t.  And yet, she had already witnessed him take a life unwittingly.  The grisly sight of her corpse haunted her, still fresh in her mind.

Ernest unplugged his phone from its charger and stood up.  Feeling himself in the privacy of his own room was great and all, but he really needed to piss.  So he beelined for the door to the bathroom.

Gloria woke up from an uncomfortable night’s sleep.  Her bed was rarely comfy.  And while Gloria knew the warden wasn’t really going to do much about that, today it was particularly rough.  In fact, the bed felt like it had no give at all.  Putting her hand down to haul herself upright, something seemed distinctly off.  Now fully awake, Gloria took in her surroundings.

She seemed to be on a large plain of polished stone.  Strange fixtures emerged from the ground like metal trees.  A few impractically large tankards of strange liquid decorated the landscape.  The land was fairly steady, except for a large hole leading deep into the stone and a steep precipice to a long drop.  No wardens in sight.  In fact, she didn’t even see anybody else around.  She made her way over the ledge of the cliff to get a better view of the terrain.  From there, she came to a strange realization.  She seemed to be in an oversized bathroom.  Gloria didn’t really understand the point of making such an elaborate and impractical room, but she figured this was the best chance for her to escape.  Quickly locating a large container labeled “floss”, she started removing the rope so she could lower herself down the cliffside.

As she readied her descent, she heard a voice calling from down below.  Identifying the origin of these distant shouts, she saw a woman trapped in a giant swimming pool in the shape of a giant toilet.  Appropriate for the rooms' theming, Gloria supposed.  Though trapping a person in this unsavory prison was more than a little sick as far as humor was concerned.

“Hey!  Up there!  A little help?”

Trying to fish the other prisoner out of the toilet would be a somewhat taxing endeavor, but Gloria didn’t know what would lie on the other side of the comically huge door out of this strange room.  She decided it would be best to have another set of eyes for her break-out.  In a best case scenario, she might even know something about where they are.  So Gloria decided to grab some more rope to try a daring rescue.

While she was grabbing more floss, the ground started to shake as something approached and the giant door swung open.  Gloria hid behind the container of floss to see what was coming.  To her shock and horror, an absolutely titanic human being walked into the room.  He must have been over a hundred feet tall!  She realized that it wasn’t the room that was huge.  It was her that was small.

Ernest walked over to the toilet and released his thick flaccid cock from its prison.  Aiming it into the toilet, he let a stream of urine loose.  Gloria watched in horror from her hiding spot as the woman in the toilet took a blast of pee directly.  She slipped into the toilet water.  Despite her efforts to resurface, the stream of yellow water pushed down on her and kept her from fresh air or the side of the bowl.  Ernest wasn’t even looking at the woman as his piss held her beneath the torrent.  He still had his eyes glued to the phone, looking at pictures of his soon-to-be-roommate online.  He couldn’t wait until the new arrival came so he could have some real fun.

Ernest shook off the last few drips, and as he looked down, he saw a half-drowned shifter floating in the acrid pool of yellow.  He looked down in disgust.  Normally, Ernest really didn’t have much against the little things, but he wasn’t putting his hand into the toilet to grab a shifter that was almost on death’s door already.  Certainly not when his house was already crawling with them.  Ernest flushed the bug down with the rest of his waste and went to wash his hands.  Gloria didn’t have time to process the cruel death the giant just subjected the stranger to, because he was now approaching the bathroom counter she was hiding on.

Ernest turned the faucet to wash his hands.  He got his hands a bit wet then grabbed the soap to lather his digits.  He squirted a bit from the bottle, when it slipped out of his hands and landed with a loud thud.  It startled Gloria, who lost footing and stumbled face first into the floss container.  Even though the floss package was bigger than her, the flimsy plastic box toppled easily at the lightest push.  Gloria turned her face to the sky to see the cruel giant’s eyes locked with hers.  Her breath stopped from fear, as though the titan’s meer gaze had been enough to command her lungs to submit.

As the bottle slipped from Ernest’s hands, he tried to snatch it midair before it collided with the countertop, to no success.  Apparently, the sound had been enough to startle a shifter hiding amongst the toiletries adorning the side of his sink.  This tiny infestation was really getting out of hand.  After knocking over his floss, the shifter seized up in fear.  It reminded Ernest of a wind-up robot he had when he was little.  It’d go and go until it collided with something, and then the little toy would simply stop working.  He chuckled a bit at the comparison, which just seemed to spook the little thing more.

Looking it over, the tiny didn’t actually look half-bad.  Her body was mostly covered in an orange jumpsuit, but she had cute little dimples and lush black locks.  She could imagine if she had been a real woman, she’d be really popular with the guys at the clubs he frequented.  

The soap sliding down the side of his palm reminded him he was in the middle of something.  He finished washing his hands and dried them off.  He left the frightened tiny sitting on his counter.

As Gloria watched him leave, the breath finally re-entered her lungs.  She was certain the giant was going to subject her to a grisly and torturous death like the other woman.  She was truly at the fickle fancies of the giant, who could snuff out life and allow it to continue on a whim.  She had to escape.  Tying the floss to the sink faucet, she lowered herself down the side of the sink and headed away.  Going in the same direction as the giant was hardly an appealing proposition, but it was better than waiting for a horrific end in her tormentor’s bathroom.

Ernest returned to his bed and began messaging Hanz about plans for the next day.  As Katie and Hannah watched and waited, they saw movement coming from the open door of the bathroom.  But it wasn’t another humongous person, but somebody their own size.  Katie rushed over to greet the newest member of the house, while Hannah remained hidden, still unsure of the large tenant’s intentions.  They exchanged their stories until night struck and Ernest drifted off to bed.  As Katie and Hannah’s stomachs grumbled, Gloria made a path for  the minifridge.  Tossing the rope over the handle, she tugged at the floss, trying to pull the door open.  But she couldn’t pull it open even with all her strength.

Katie saw what she was doing and joined her.  As the door looked like it would open, Hannah joined in.  Together, they pulled open the fridge.  They didn’t want to take much.  They worried if they got caught, the titanic gent would subject them to punishment.  But the trio slipped off with a single leftover chicken nugget, which proved more than enough substance for the three of them.

Things were starting to look up for the trio.

The next morning, Katie, Hannah, and Gloria woke up feeling refreshed and relaxed.  Far better than they had been since finding themselves in this awful dimension.  Their bellies were full, their bodies were rested, and they were enjoying each other’s company.  Ernest wasn’t bothering them today.  He was sitting on the bed in his underwear with his eyes on the door.  He seemed to be waiting for something, though what that something was remained a mystery.

Truthfully speaking, Katie wasn’t nearly as worried about Ernest as the others.  She knew Gloria couldn’t see him as anything but a monster, and Hannah had a hard time trusting anybody big.  And yet, even after everything, Katie couldn’t help but appreciate the help getting out of the room, and he hadn’t seemed outwardly malicious when they interacted.  Besides, seeing the titan sitting there with his toned muscles and lush locks, she couldn’t help but admit to herself he was very easy on the eyes.  

As Katie was gawking at the giant, they heard a loud, rhythmic slamming sound.  Each of the shrunken girls stood at attention looking for the source.  Ernest’s eyes perked up and he looked directly at the entrance to the dorm room.  The girls realized that for the first time since they had arrived, there was a knock at the door.

“Come in, it’s open!”

The door creaked open and a strange man walked into the room.  The most immediately striking aspect of the pale young man was his piercings.  He had three lip piercings, a tongue stud, and an earring only on the left ear.  His black shirt was fashionably torn near the elbow in a way that made it clear it was manufactured that way.  His nails alternated between onyx black and navy.  His skinny jeans clung to his body tightly, descending from mid-hip down to his thick combat boots.  Every inch of him screamed intimidation even at normal scale.  Given he was every bit as tall as the other people of this dimension, he looked like a force to be reckoned with.

“Hanz!  Welcome to your new home!  Make yourself comfortable.  I certainly am!”

“I will!  Let me unpack real…”

The words caught in his mouth, and to Katie’s surprise, Hanz’s cheeks turned deep red as he turned away from his host.  Hanz hadn’t expected that Ernest would be wearing nothing but his underwear, or at least not so soon.  He attempted to return eye contact to Ernest and not just stare straight at his crotch, as difficult as that may be.  His efforts didn’t go unnoticed.  Ernest adjusted himself on his bed and sat up with his legs wide open.  He had a cocky smirk on his face as if daring Hanz to look where he desperately wanted to look.

“Aww, is my bathroom buddy distracted?”

“I… I just… it’s… your...”

Hanz was a bit flustered being called Ernest’s “bathroom buddy”.  In truth, the two had met at a club a few nights ago.  Hanz had gotten a few beers and a little weed in his system and was trying to work his magic on a couple tipsy club chicks, and even a dude or two, but he wasn’t having much luck.  A bit overfilled with liquid courage, he headed over to the urinals to relieve himself.  That’s when he first met the stunning specimen he was now roommates with.  

Hanz normally tried to play it cool around people who piqued his interest, but there was something about slender, muscular hunks like Ernest that made him melt like butter in the August sun.  He was hardly the most subtle individual sober.  Drunk, he was quickly caught looking over to the side to check the beefcake’s package.  At first, he was embarrassed for being caught out, but Ernest seemed genuinely interested in him.  A meeting that began at the urinals ended in a bathroom stall, with Hanz leaking fluid from every hole in his body.  And very little of that liquid was his own.  The next day, the eager goth used the number the jock gave him, and they quickly arranged to become roomies.

Hanz’s knees trembled and his body got weak.  Hr clenched his eyes shut.  He tried to get the image out of his head for a mere second.

“Whe-where do I put my *gulp* my stuff?”

“Oh yeah, your dresser is over there”

Ernest lazily pointed at the dresser on the other side of the room.  To the women’s shock and horror, it was the one they were behind.  They quickly got further into cover to avoid being spotted.  Hanz made his way over to the dresser and started unpacking his duffle bag.  He unpacked his clothes, his knick-knacks, and other assorted items.  But the final item to come out of the bag threw all three of the girls for a loop.  The curio that had made the duffel look so rectangular was a smallish empty fish tank.

This caused Ernest to raise a single eyebrow. Hanz explained himself.

“Well, you see, it’s to keep my pet shifter safe.  You see, sometimes after a long day, the little thing gets tired and needs a good night's sleep.  I keep her watering bowl in there, her food, she even has a little blanket.  I know what you're thinking, but don’t worry!  She’s very well behaved.  Who knows, I might even let you play with her if you want.  She’s very amicable.”

Hannah was getting flashbacks to her time in the lab.  She quivered in place, praying only that she not get noticed.  Katie, meanwhile, started inching closer and closer.  Shelter, food, water, and a place to stay safe while they waited out the period to shift again.  And even if Hannah’s suggestion hypothesis was wrong, being in there was certainly going to be a better situation than living under a dresser scrounging for food.

Hannah noticed Katie leaving the shelter and rushed over to pull her back in so she didn’t expose where they’re hiding.  That ended up being a mistake on her part.  Hanz hadn’t noticed Katie inching forward, but Hannah’s scurrying caught his eye.  The new giant spotted the pair.

“Ernest!  I didn’t know you also kept shifters.”

“Hardly.  The dorm got a massive infestation the other day. One of the neighbors must not be taking out their trash.  My room has been crawling with them lately.  I meant to message you earlier to get some bug spray.  Sorry”

Hanz picked up the two shifters and looked over them.  He doubted Ernest’s story a little bit.  The skinny one looked a bit “well-used” to have been just a stray.  But thinking about it, both the shifters seemed to be women.  And Ernest was an absolutely stunning figure even from afar.  Why wouldn’t little sex-deprived shifters congregate here?  He shook that thought off though  He had more important things to worry about.

Gloria peered at the pair from behind the dresser.  She was very careful not to be spotted.  Her only two allies had just been taken.  She wondered for a brief second if it would be wise to try to reunite with her group.  They were the only allies she had, after all.  But Gloria hadn’t left one prison to be thrown into another.  She would remain where she was until the coast was clear.  Then she could make plans to survive away from all the giant people wandering this world.

“Well, if you don’t want them, I’ll just keep them.”

And with that, his long, well-decorated fingers dropped the pair into the enclosure.  From inside the glass, Hanz’s features were blown to extreme proportions.

“Aren’t you two so cute.  I just know we’re going to have so much fun!  I can’t wait to show my cute pet her new friends!”

And that’s when things took a turn for the worse.  Hanz unzipped the fly of his skinny jeans and reached into his underwear.  From it, he pulled a harrowed, battered soul.  Her body was covered in welts and scars.  Her hair was torn in some places and crusted over in some form of glaze in others.  A few teeth were missing.  She was drenched in sweat.  Her eyes were red and puffy.

“Go ahead.  Introduce yourself.”

“Please, my name is Stephanie…”

Hanz’s fingers pulled on the shifters hair as she began to scream.

“Did the dumb little shifter forget her name already.  Does you responsible owner need to remind you exactly what your name is?”

“Stop! My name is Stiffy, all right?  Stiffy!”

“And?”

“... and I’m Master’s personal penis pet!”

Hanz gazed longingly at the tank full of tinies as though perusing an all-you-can-eat buffet.  It was rare Hanz got to look down at people.  The 5’2” goth was pretty used to being shoved around even by high-schoolers in the area.  He’d always wished he was a bit taller.  Then the shifters arrive.  They were everything he had always wished for.  People who couldn’t look down on him.  People who would respect and fear him.

People he could use however he wanted.

Ernest was a little put off by the whole thing.  He knew Hanz was a kinky little bitch boy.  Nobody would let him do half the shit Hanz let him do in just five minutes of knowing him.  And it wasn’t like Ernest was all that gung-ho to protect the shifters either.  He’d love the shifter problem to go away, and if Hanz is getting off while dealing with it, all the better.  But something about keeping what was essentially a talking beetle to worship your dick just sat oddly with him.

Ernest walked over to check on Hanz as he lifted Stephanie and Katie out of their new habitat.  Hanz turned around and his smug, sadistic smirk turned to a needy, submissive gaze back at his roommate, trying once again not to just stare at the bulge stretching his underwear.

Katie had become accustomed to the fact that her small stature would make the people of this world look much bigger.  So she was legitimately shocked at exactly how big Ernest actually was.  Hanz was only at eye level with Ernest’s chest.  Ernest’s 6’4” height, his rippling muscles, and his confident demeanor couldn’t have contrasted more with the scrawny, short, effeminate roommate.

As Hanz’s eyes drifted down once more, Hanz gave him a smug smirk.  As weird as he thought Hanz’s interests were, he still knew exactly how to work up his short sub.

“What’s the matter?  Are my undergarments making you uncomfortable?”

Hanz turned beet red and turned away completely.

“No!  I mean, yes!  I mean… maybe a little?”

“Oh, poor thing!  Maybe I should just take these off then.”

Ernest’s finger dug into the front of his underwear and he started slowly sliding them down his body.  Hanz’s eyes transfixed on the sweaty muscle man’s crotch until finally, a thick rod emerged from within.  Katie and Hanz both gazed in wonder at the sheer size of it.  

“Can I…”

“Put the bugs back, and then we’ll see”

“But can I just…  It’ll feel really good, I promise!”

Ernest didn’t really know what Hanz had in mind, but he was hardly prudish about trying new things.  Besides, seeing his new roommate already weak in the knees made him want to do unspeakable things to him.

“Fine, just this once.”

Hanz’s eyes lit up like Christmas tree lights.  Katie’s body lurched as Hanz brought her to his mouth.  He placed the scared woman onto his tongue and snapped his jaw shut.  Katie tried to kick and punch against the wall of teeth in front of her, but his captor’s tongue knocked her off balance over and over again.  Each time, she would rush forward and try again to free herself.  But in the dark and constantly disoriented by the shifting of the tongue, she soon found herself unable to distinguish forward from backwards.

The light shone inside the dark, damp cave of Hanz’s mouth only for a short time, however, as something else entered his maw.  But it was just enough light to see exactly what it was that would be joining her.  After all, the glistening slit and surrounding bush had already burned itself into Katie’s mind.  Hanz’s tongue scooped her up and pressed her into the warm, pulsing rod as it scoured it from top to bottom, dragging Katie along for the ride.  Saliva filled Katie’s mouth and nose.  Every time she could get them clear enough to breathe in, she would find herself smothered against the titanic cock above her.

Katie tried to grab anything to free herself.  A tooth, a uvula, anything that would help her free herself from the smothering presence of the cock and tongue.  Her wish would unfortunately be granted.  As she kicked and crawled at everything and anything her foot became jammed.  Whatever her foot had caught, it quickly dragged her away from danger.  Or at least that’s what she thought.  As she finally sucked in air, she felt around and realized exactly where she was.  Her foot had gotten wedged in Ernest’s foreskin.  She pushed against the tip of the cock when her entire world lurched.

For all Ernest’s skepticism, the blowjob wasn’t half bad.  The light squirming against his cock in addition to the generous licks from his new fuckboy was already getting him hard faster than usual.  Out of nowhere, he felt his foreskin get suddenly stimulated.  The little shifter was simultaneously peeling at his foreskin, and massaging his tip with her tiny little hands.  Ernest grabbed Hanz’s head and really started ramming him.  He sat back down on the bed, dragging his newest friend with benefits with him.  

Hanz was practically in heaven.  On the one hand, he had two tiny bitches at his mercy.  One was being mercilessly battered against his lover’s cock by his tongue, and Stiffy was face first dragged against his own cock, licking and serving it like it was her god.  On the other hand, the giant beefy hunk that had already taken him for all he had a few nights ago was now using him as little more than a human cocksleeve for his own enjoyment.  His strong hands clamped the sides of his head as the behemoth’s thick dick penetrated his throat pussy.  He could feel each thrust against his choker.  It was the practically the perfect combination of overwhelming domination and obedient submission.

Normally, when Hanz used Stiffy to jack off, he would gently massage her into his throbbing erection.  He always took his time to really soak in the sheer humiliation of his shrunken toy.  He would alternate between rough play and softer play to keep her alive to serve him another day.  Today, though, he was relentlessly horny.  As Hanz dutifully served Ernest’s erection, he gave no consideration at all to the tiny woman dutifully serving his own erection.  The skin began to peel from her muscle.  She couldn’t even scream as a wall of musky flesh smothered her.

Katie slammed against the back of Hanz’s throat.  She could see the gaping hole into the abyss of his stomach.  She latched onto the side of Ernest’s cock and climbed forward along its side.  She made it only half way along when she was once again swatted by the tongue.  She was almost lapped up completely when a sudden surge of white liquid surged up from behind her.

Ernest moaned as he reached climax.  He emptied his balls right into the awaiting submissive’s mouth.  “God, was getting this guy’s number a great idea”, he thought to himself.  Hanz opened his mouth for him and showed him the stew of splooge inside.  Floating in the ocean of white was the shifter that had been forced against his sensitive tip.  Hanz looked up at him like a god judging his followers.

“Should I shwollow, mashtew?”

“No, spit that out.  You can’t go around eating bugs you find off the ground.  It’s not sanitary.”

Thick white cream spills from Hanz’s mouth as Katie takes a goopy ride down the corner of his mouth, onto the front of his shirt as he sits in a heap on the ground.  Ernest picks the small, cum-covered woman out of the growing stain on the front of his fuckmate’s shirt.  He took her over to the bathroom to clean her off while Hanz assessed the damage on Stiffy.

Stiffy was basically no more.  What used to be a fully formed woman was now red goop splattered across his hand and cock.  He was a bit disappointed that the toy he had been training for almost a month had broken in a moment of horny weakness.  But he could get over it.  After all, he had so many new toys now.

Ernest put the stopper down in the sink.  Once the water rose, he squirted some soap into the pool of water and placed Katie inside.  The water was surprisingly comfy.  Not too warm and not too cold.  She was a bit surprised to have such nice accommodations, especially after what had happened.  Katie scrubbed and scrubbed.  She felt gross all over, but was at least glad to get this mess off of herself.  It slowly began to wash away.

Ernest looked down at the bathing shifter.  He had to admit, the small one certainly knew how to make a person feel over the moon.  Perhaps Hanz was onto something with this one.  Besides, it was cute watching the little thing scrubbing the cum and spit out of her hair.

Once Katie felt sufficiently clean, she tried to climb the side of the sink.  Her wet feet couldn’t get any traction on the smooth sink walls.  She slid backwards into the water again.  Ernest gave her a soft smile and lifted her up onto a hand towel.  Even the hand towel was too impractically large at her size to use properly, but using one of the corners, she tried her best.

As she struggled lifting the heavy cloth, Katie felt the ground around her shake and rise into the air.  As Ernest picked up the shifter and the towel, he curled the ends of the towel around her.  Initially, she panicked as the walls closed in around her.  But instead of crushing her, Ernest was shockingly gentle.  Her world was surrounded in a blanket of warm fuzz, slowly and softly drying her from every angle.  Ernest was careful not to hurt her.  She shut her eyes and let the gentle movement around her carry her body.

As Ernest unfolded the hand towel, the shifter lay down in his palm, seemingly fast asleep.  Its eyes fluttered open and it blushed seeing him look at her.  She tried to cover herself, which only caused Ernest to give a little chuckle.  

He went back to the main room and placed Katie back into the terrarium set up for her.  Hannah ran over to hug her as Ernest walked away.  They simply embraced each other, glad to be together again.  Katie was exhausted from the experience she just endured.  She slowly drifted off in the middle of the day to the feeling of Hannah’s arms around her, and the sound of Ernest giving Hanz another round.