I’d been looking forward to this. 18 months of solid training without a day of leave. Finally, me and the boys had been relieved. Wasn’t an easy promotion from regular footsoldier to palace guard, but apparently, a 10 man Contu taking on two 15 foot trolls at once had been enough to recommend us on martial prowess alone. We’d been asked as a unit, jumped at the opportunity as a group, and suffered as a unit. But praise the gods, I was now leading them out to town for a night out as a group.

First time in civilian clothes in a while. I’d thought for sure at least Atropis was going to get kicked out for failing etiquette. The men were filled to the brim with pent up energy and bursting for release. We stuck together though - we were a long way from home now, both physically and socially.

This was, after all, Varadia - capital of the most mighty and cosmopolitan empire in the whole known world. Here, it wasn’t just humans and the odd halfling family as a village oddity. As we took the cobbled roads down heading from the upper to the middle city, we saw more than an occasional demi wondering past. Half-elves, part-fey and half-

“hey Deci, izzat guy made o’ rock?”

I looked over my shoulder, then up a bit – Atropis was taller than most. “Yeah, probably from way out east – Spirit blood or something. I see you still don’t remember the basics from the lessons!”

“Ahh lay off, Deci…” he groaned

“Not Deci when we’re off duty and don’t stare at the guy – he’s probably important if he’s in the upper city – might get you flogged if he’s mean”. Then I grinned disarmingly, “Sorry, no more lessons, that’s it for me for tonight”.

“Why is it that he’s important if he’s ‘ere then?”

“Because its expensive to be here, and if it’s not a human, gobbo or halfy, and he’s not in the lower city, odds are he’s had to travel hundreds of miles to get here”.

We continued on, leaving the grand villas and expensive markets behind, past the guarded bridge across the grand aqueduct which marked the boundary for the middle city and I breathed a loud sigh. Hadn’t realized how tense I was. No senators or dignitaries to be found here. Not that there wasn’t still trouble to find as you moved out and downwards through the concentric rings of the city, mirroring the social strata - but I didn’t expect anything we couldn’t handle. We went to find a bar.

“You’ve all worked your balls off to get this far, and I know there’ll still be some tough bits ahead, but seriously, guys, great job. These next 3 days we’d all better make the most of them, so lets start with getting absolutely SHITFACED, CHEERS!”

“CHEERS” – The men all roared, before everyone downed their cups.

You didn’t have to have a lot of money to be in the middle city, but you did to have some. This bar was certainly on the cheaper end but it was still a homely place, well kept and relatively clean. The beer wasn’t half bad either. Tonight might end up being a bit expensive, I thought.

Taking one for the team, I was the slowest to drink, and so tradition dictated I order the next round. A few patrons sat close had finished up their drinks with an eyeroll and departed, sensing we were only going to get noisier. A few others had moved closer and started conversations with us for much the same reason.

We were a bit of a novelty bunch of bumpkins, and they weren’t wrong about the noise. We got another round in us, telling stories about old army times when Alakaeus pulled out his dice and looked me dead in the eye. I raised an eyebrow.

“You know you don’t have the luck to beat me, right?”

“I got a good feeling about tonight. Ol’ lady Felix is on my side tonight, you can’t be lucky forever – she’ll stiff you sooner or later!”

“That’s exactly what you said last time”, I laughed, and brought out my own set.

A few more hours passed as we drank and played while I made back as much money as I’d spent on the drinks and then some. I tried to go easy on the troops but Felix was capricious. A few of the locals accused me of cheating, but a dice swap or two did nothing to hinder my winning spree and the story about me involuntarily ripping off the Legate softened their mood.

“’e just always seems to get what ‘e wants, whether ‘e knows it or not” Atropis mused into the bottom of his cup, wise enough to not try his hand. After another couple hours and quite a few more drinks, we staggered outside. The sun was gone, but occasional lights were hung from wooden posts on the main roads. Unwilling to head home, but unsure of what to do we milled about for a bit. It was our scout - slender, quiet Graekios who, (fatefully for me) suggested a visit to the lower city.

“I bet you just want to visit a whorehouse, can’t get a girl any other way?” a cry from the back of the group – Followed by some laughter.

Though feeling distinctly sozzled on my end, I thought Graekios looked genuinely hurt and rushed over – slurring out what was intended to be a defense

“Heyy hey no no don’t say that.. he never speaks enough and er, we, er, we should all listen to him for once, and if he wants a cheap lay I say we should all help”.

He looked as if he wanted to sink into the floor, but undeterred, I dragged everyone down and on.

As we walked, still raucous, the roads got twistier and the lights less frequent. A few larger side roads behind us and eventually we found a vibrant little square with a few stalls.

As the bulk of us moved for a bar, I suddenly noticed we were as out of place here as the upper city. This square made us seem a bit large, and after a look around, I finally cottoned on that this was because this was clearly a Goblin community. 3-4 feet tall, semi-nocturnal, pointy ears, a full gamut of facial features and jagged, carnivorous looking teeth - there was more amusement that hostility in their gazes.

Frankly though, we were a bull in a china shop - It seemed like every one of us had smacked his head on something as we moved from bar to bar. Not sure when or why but we’d started taking a single drink from each pub and moving on immediately, but not too long after I was utterly smashed. My senses were all a blur, and though I grabbed some food at some point (looked like a rat on a stick... which it might just have been), I’d lost track of most of the guys.A few I knew had thrown in the towel but I was sure Atropis and another one had said they were going to get to one more bar up ahead. Their tolerance was something else. At this point, my stomach decided it’d had enough and I ducked into a side alley for a few minutes. Gasping and wiping my chin, I kept following the lights strung above me.

Only in retrospect did I realize that I was still on the side alley.

After my tactical chunder, I was still in pretty bad shape. Stumbling and feeling awfully sick, not to mention lost. Up ahead, I saw orange light coming from behind open shutters, and a completely illegible sign up above. Muffled chatter came from it. I guessed this would be where the others had gone. I bent forward and staggered inside.

Slumping onto a bench near a table, I saw two scantily clad goblin ladies serving drinks nearby. Couldn’t help but ogle them slightly. I could certainly see why some people went crazy for that body type. Their proportions were like pornographic etchings brought to life. As I briefly imagined one in my lap and my manhood rose to salute, another approached from behind catching me by surprise. Looking up at me, she hardly stood on ceremony.

“eh, ‘nother humie eh? Whatcha wantin’? Yer look like shit”

“Fuck I’m… ulp... looking for some guys….” I said, attempting to stand and giving up quickly.

She raised an eyebrow - “Mighta seen one, but y'know what darlin, take ye time, cup o’water and slice of bread, on the house. Wait there, less you’re gonna vom, then do it outside ok?”

I nodded, grateful for her kindness. She returned a few minutes later and I gingerly ate the stale bread over the next half hour. I also began circulating my meager mana to speed my recovery, a trick the other soldiers all envied. I surveyed the area from my low bench quietly. The slightly shrill voices of goblins making merry filled the air. The room looked like the shell of a nice old farmhouse, but the insides were ramshackle. Old crates served as tables and a rickety staircase lead upwards at the back. Precariously balanced candles stood at various places in the room, seemingly a fire waiting to happen. The waitresses moved about while serving drinks, but occasionally I’d spy them lingering with one client for a while and after a chat they’d head upstairs together. Yep, definitely a whorehouse, I mused. Not technically legal, but goblins were unmanageable at the best of times and only a few guards were even sent to patrol the lower city which was again technically outside the city proper.

“Eh, and a bit a magic in ye too I see?” - the barmaid from before had returned. I looked round with a start. Not only had she snuck up on me again (and I was now proud to say I was only drunk rather than borderline paralytic), but she clearly had some magic sense herself. That was unusual in the untrained. I examined her more closely. Not that my judgment was the best for non-humans, but she looked to be a younger adult. She had rounded facial features and a long nose which contrasted with typically large, pointed ears for her race. Two thin strips of cloth were all that kept her nipples from the outside world and pressed her large breasts together, while a similar arrangement just barely covered her below. Conscious of my gaze, she reached a hand up and touched her dark straw color hair. It had been tied tight into a bun around a stick behind her head.

“Names Bea, by the by”

“Algate”

“ooo fancy” she joked

“Not that rare down south I’m afraid, means ‘strength’ or something in the old tongue. Speaking of fancy, I've not seen a hair ornament like that before?”

“Gal’s gotta stand out ye know?” she replied, smiling slightly.

“So you- you work here?”

“eh no shit I work ‘ere. I work upstairs too, if that’s what yer askin’ - 2 large bronze coins if you want me, 6 if you want me and the special games course”

“Oh right” I said, trying to keep my voice from sounding too pleased “So you said you saw another human?”

“Oh, did I?” - A crooked smile crept over her face.

I raised an eyebrow

“Yeah… you did”

“Well things do slip from me memory these days. If only there was some way to jog my memory”.

I rolled my eyes - “How much?”

“Think if ye just go upstairs with me I could find ‘im for ye right quick. ‘Course ye can’t go up without one of us”

At this point, I pretty much knew one of my boys was up there, and I was quite keen to find out who. I was also becoming more and more keen on the idea of railing this little gremlin in front of me. She obviously sensed this and reached out a hand, running it along my leg slowly. My manhood returned to parade status.

“So it was 2 large bronze coins?”

Her face shifted slightly – was that disappointment? She bit her lip slightly with a single fang.

“Ye know, reckon I’d be up for a discount on the games course for you. Only done it to a humie once before an’ frankly, luv humie dick. Just 1 more coin to cover me costs and we shake on it yea?”

I kind of felt like I was being fleeced somehow, but fuck it, not the most expensive lay I’d had.

“Deal”.

She took me by the hand, grabbed a candle off one of the sides with the other and began to practically drag me to the stairs. She was more than keen - her grip was like a vice and the pull like a mule. A few of the patrons laughed and whistled at us in passing, earning them a

“SHADDAP YE KNIFE EARED FUCKS” from Bea, which only resulted in more fits of laughter.

Slightly embarrassed for both our sakes, I climbed quickly, nearly catching my head on the doorframe at the top of the stairs. Still leading me on, Bea tugged me through a few dingy corridor rooms to one near the back. She pulled a thick iron key from… somewhere… and with a satisfying *kchunk* noise, the room was open.

“’ome sweet ‘ome”

“Damn, you live like this?”

“Eh, whats that sposed to mean?”

Bluntly, it meant it was a tip. The room had a thick mattress, slightly stained mattress in the centre, just big enough for a human (willing to curl their legs a bit). On one of the sides was a large cabinet, and on the other, a shuttered window. There was nothing else but a few pieces of assorted rags and trash lying about. Nice tall ceiling though - I was just narrowly avoiding braining myself by standing upright.

She started up again – “So, ‘eres the rules of our special games: Rule 1: Drink this”

She reached into the cabinet and pulled out two ceramic bottles and two small cups. She carefully poured a single cup of mystery blue liquid out for me, and a mystery green one for herself.

I took it and sniffed. It smelled like charcoal and alcohol. I looked at her and opened my mouth

“Rule 2” She cut me off “I’m not gonna explain shit till you’ve come”.

I raised both eyebrows. “Fuck it, in for a copper in for a silver”, I thought, and knocked it back while she did the same with hers. We both had the same pained expression which we forced back.

“Never tastes any fucking good. Alright. Ugh. Rule 3: fuck me silly ye big bastard”

Questions like “what was the extra coin for if I’m just going to fuck you straight” left my mind as I proceeded to seize the day. Reaching behind and lifting her by the buttocks, I pushed her up against the wall and started to pump for the empire. Fuck she was tight. We kissed and I smelled the alcohol on her breath. We moved to the mattress, her on top and she gave as good as I’d given. Her thighs had muscle hidden under the flab. I could feel it as she lifted up and down. I could feel her getting close and grunted, trying to hold back. Not long after, completely breathless, I came into her and she came too. My muscles shuddered and hips bucked. It felt great - yet strange, a numbness seemed to flow through me and out, like something else was leaving me at the same time as the semen.

A tingling started from my toes then quickly swept over my entire body. The mattress was shifting beneath me. I was lost in sensation when Bea leaned down and kissed me again on the mouth but now her tongue dwarfed mine and I nearly choked as it pushed deep inside. She was getting heavier, too. I shifted in alarm but could no longer hope to dislodge her. I heaved and tried to pull myself out from under her legs but she was just too much. I was pinned. Eventually, the tingling stopped and I stared up at the pale green slab of skin above me. Bea’s face grinned down at me from above.

“Rule 4, every time you come, you shrink. Every time you come below, I grow”

I looked around from my position on the floor. She was right. The furniture had all grown too, though not as much as her. I was probably goblin sized now, or maybe smaller. She grunted, got off me and stood up. Her head brushed the ceiling. Her hair was loose now and sank below her shoulders. She did a little spin on the spot, humming a jaunty tune.

"Always love this bit. Pity growth don't last that long"

She turned and pointed her vast ass back towards me, then looked round, grinning again and started to sit. I scrabbled in a panic off the floor, my tunic clinging to my feet, barely getting free as she landed where I was moments before.

"Shit Bea, are you trying to kill me?"

She just cackled and swept her troll sized arm around to grab my leg. I jumped back out of the way, but slipped on one of the discarded pieces of lingerie lying around. She never gave me a chance to get off my ass, as she spun round and grabbed me by the leg, dragging me over. She stood, swung me round her like a sack of grain before pulling me up into a bear hug. I was disoriented and dizzy, but she didn't pause. Bea tilted my head upwards and forced her tongue into my mouth, the stink of alcohol and the earthy, dirty musk of her body filling my nostrils, my penis harder than my sword at the barracks. I'd never been manhandled like this and was shocked at how much I was enjoying it.

After what felt like minutes in her embrace, she let me breath again, but kept her grip on my shoulders, holding my feelt slightly off the ground.

"Gods above" I spluttered

"Too much woman for ye?"

I laughed defiantly and half shouted "No such thing. I just have to not come, so c'mon then"

"Like a boy with a bit of spice in 'im" she responded in a sultry growl

First, she locked her mouth to mine again. Then, she lifted me up against the wall in a mirror image to the way I'd done her. She was fiercly strong and the reversal sent a shiver down my spine, pressed against the wall. But things weren't quite as tight now and despite my arousal I was able to keep myself on the edge. Perhaps sensing this, she lay me down on the mattress, muttered

"1 tick"

and walked over to the cabinet. She reached inside. I heard the clinking of ceramic. When her hands reemerged, they were dripping in some mysterious oil.

She returned to the center of the room, lay on her side facing me and reached down. She caressed my tip, then formed her finger and thumb into an "o" and gently ran them up and down a few times. The oil was just slightly sticky. Bea then used more fingers and encircled my entire dick in a massive hand. She began to pump up and down in a rhythm. First a few fast, then a few slow, then fast again and slow again. Never the same amount of time for each. The lack of consistency made each fast period feel more intense than the last and each slow just slightly longer than I could tolerate. She kept this going for a few minutes, watching me all the while as my discomfort grew. As soon as I gave away a moment's weakness by gasping at her touch, she caught me off guard with another full kiss on the mouth while pumping faster than ever before.

As that heady, stale alcohol reek filled my lungs, I felt myself snap. Bea felt it too - with sudden, almost brutal, force she pulled my cock straight inside her to release.

Once again, along with the most fearsome orgasm in my life, that strange draining sensation overcame me and I knew I was shrinking. Still facing her, I also bore very firsthand witness to Bea's ballooning outwards. She must have been 9 feet tall now, and would have dwarfed me even at normal size. She groaned in pleasure as she finished growing, and stretched her tree trunk limbs out. At that point, perhaps freed by the expanding space, something tiny fell out of her cleavage onto the mattress.

It was Graekios. Maybe 2 inches tall, he was masturbating furiously.

My eyes widened. Bea glanced down, then looked up at me with eyes like a housecat eyeing a fairy. I gulped.

Her mouth opened wide, ever so wide, into a grin. I wondered if I could fit inside.

"Told ye I could find im quick. Best be careful or by the time I'm through ye'll end up gettin about carried by 'im", she said.

“I promised ye some games though, and maybe ye want to catch up? I’ll give ye a sec while I set up.” she said playfully, and began to lift herself off the mattress.

From my perspective it was like watching a small building get up. I felt the mattress depress, threatening my balance as it sank towards her feet briefly.

Bea kept her shoulders hunched and head down for fear of pushing through the roof, and went over to her now toy sized cabinet, humming again. I looked down at Graekios, who had kept up his masturbation even as he rolled into the depression left by the Goblina. He was small even by my standards, maybe a 5th of my height. He didn’t seem to be paying any mind to his officer.

“HEY” I shouted.

He flinched and looked up, his hands pausing. He looked a mess, hair bedraggled, stark naked and his penis was starting to turn red from how aggressively he was treating himself.

“Oh uh, haha, hey Deci”

“Don’t hey Deci me, what the fuck is this you pervy little shit?” I said, poking him with my foot while keeping my tone only semi-serious.

“I didn’t know what I was signing up for sir, I swear. Gods it's - I'm so horny like this sir it’s so much...” almost in spite of himself it seemed, he returned his hands to his penis, letting out a slight “haaa” noise at the sensitivity of it and beginning to play again.

I recoiled, slightly alarmed at the normally reserved man reduced to a mewling lump, when the light was blocked from my view completely. Bea leaned down from the sky and plucked my comrade in arms up between forefinger and thumb, grinning and giving him a quick, all encompassing kiss.

“Did ye have a nice time ridin' in me cleavage?” she asked, gentle mockery in her voice. “Well now how’s about ye cool off in ‘ere. Wouldn't want ye getting squished in this next bit."

She presented an off brown colour glass jar in her other hand, and began to slowly lower him inside. He protested, but I could hardly hear his words over Bea.

“Seeee ya later little mousey.” She put what I hoped was a perforated lid on the top of the jar, and then placed him in the cabinet, shutting the door.

For a short time I wondered what that would be like for him - hyper sensitive, stuck in the pitch blackness with nowhere to go - but my attention was grabbed when Bea let herself drop into a cross legged position on the mattress, which displaced enough that it nearly threw me into the air. In her hand she held a pair of jade dice. I stared, quizzically.

“Now, I could just play with with ye till the cows came ‘ome. Yer looking like an adorable little toy from up ‘ere, by the by. But, I’m thinking we could get a bit more fun out of it if we play a proper game. So, ‘ere, take yer pick of the two, then touch it.”. The confidence in her voice was now overflowing.

She dropped the dice on the mattress. To me, they looked like substantial weights, but easily manageable. I walked over to them, looking to see if there was any difference. Nothing that I could see other than a small red splash on one to identify it. These looked like nice craftsmanship. Relying on luck, I placed my hand on one and felt a shiver as it seemed to attune to me, or maybe whatever I’d drunk earlier. An enormous finger descended next to me and Bea attuned to the other.

“So, what’s the rules this time?” I asked

“I say we throw, we throw, and whoever gets the higher number wins. Simple as.”

“And what happens to the loser?” I queried, suspecting I already knew the answer.

“Hehe, take a guess.”

“Thought so! But you might regret challenging me on these terms you know...” I grinned up at her.

“Big talk for such a tiny man!” she said, laughing arrogantly.

It took hardly 5 minutes for her good mood to become disbelief and not 3 more to become frustration. Every time we threw down, she came up a little shorter. I hadn’t lost a single round and she was already back at human size. I was probably knee height at this point. Her face curled into a deep frown.

“’Ow the hell are you doin that?” - Irritation plain in her voice.

“What can I say, I guess I’m just blessed.” I shrugged, doing my best to rub it in.

We threw the dice again. At this rate, it seemed my biggest issue was going to be that my arms would get worn out. I got a 6 to her 4. I watched her deflate a little more, both emotionally and physically. I smugly smirked up at her.

“Well, you know, at least you -” I began – But my cliché was cut off abruptly as she hoisted me off the ground by my legs and dangled me upside down in front of her face.

“You was sayin’?” she grinned, then engulfed my cock and balls with her mouth.

All of a sudden, blood was pounding through my head and I could hear my heartbeat going incredibly fast. Dizzyness and pleasure were fighting for pride of place in my head. Graekios has been right, some part of my mind realized - I was feeling very sensitive at this size.

She played with me, tongue slithering around different areas to massage and caress. Sometimes she would suck and sometimes merely tease. Combined, the effect was just staggering. She teased me quickly up to the edge and expertly kept me there. At one point, she giggled to herself and the rush of breath was a strange mix of touch and smell to me. Another heady rush.

Eventually, she pulled me out and turned me the right way up. I breathed a shortlived sigh of relief as the torture abated. But she was only pausing for her comfort, not mine. She lay me down onto the bed, and crawled above. For a brief moment, with her whole body looming above me and massive boobs dangling down, I thought she might just let herself drop and crush me. Instead, she moved her mouth and then began to drool a line from my chest down to my manhood. She rubbed it all over my chest with a hand and began to gently massage me there for a brief period. Yet as soon as my erection started to droop, her hand descended again and she returned me to the edge.

“Fuck just let me come already” I grunted up at her

“Not ye-heh-t” she said in a singsong tone

“Is this just hah, is this just because you were losing?” I said through gritted teeth

“Dunno what yer on about luv” came the innocent reply. “In fact, reckon it’s about time we played another round eh?”

“Now??” There was a needy edge to my voice, but she paid it no heed.

She grabbed her die from the short distance away it was, and threw it. It landed on a 1. She frowned at it again.

From where I was lying, my die seemed altogether too far away to be worth retrieving and my brain was locked on how to get her to finish me. After about 30 seconds though, I felt a shift and realized I was shrinking again.

“What the?” I cried - “I hadn’t even thrown the damn die!!!”

“Rule 7 or 8, can’t remember which: If ye don’t throw after I do, ye lose”

“What!?”

She grinned “Sorry, must’a slipped me mind… Ah well, here’s an apology for ye”

She gobbed on her forefinger and thumb and brought them down to pleasure me. My increased sensitivity was already driving me wild, and the shrinking tingle was adding a whole extra dimension. Once she started to move, I lasted only a matter of seconds before I was cumming again, this time all over my chest.

The tingling redoubled.

Like a worm on a hook, I writhed as the rich sensations overwhelmed me. I watched as high above Bea’s face seemed to expand as my entire body shrank. The tingling persisted a little while after my orgasm subsided after which it too faded and I was left drained and drenched my own semen, which, it seemed, had ceased to shrink with me after it left my body.

Bea, still sat crosslegged, had watched the whole thing with an expression of deep satisfaction on her face. Her physical superiority was now the greatest it had ever been, the difference between us cavernous. To me, she was akin to the greatest statues the empire ever erected in its own honor. A monument to the complete defeat I had suffered.

As I lay there panting, my breath and wherewithal returning to me, I watched as the colossus swept her arm above me and grabbed her die from the ground. I tensed. As if ready to flip a coin, she placed the die on top of her hand. She stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth and glanced down at me. I stood up.

“Ready?” She asked, and without waiting for an answer, flicked it into the air. It fell off the side of the mattress, out of my sight, but I knew that didn’t matter. I sprinted for my own die. When I reached it, I realized this was getting tricky. I was probably 4 or 5 inches tall now and this thing was dense. One more shrink and I might not be able to manage it. For now, I hefted it from the ground, span and hurled it like a large rock. The throw was solid, clearing a good distance. and I saw it land upright. On a two.

I gasped, but was almost immediately relieved by the sound of Bea swearing above me. The dice seemed to have a milder effect on her, but she was starting to look almost back to her normal size.

“’ow in the ‘ells d’you DO that?” she thundered like angry, heavily accented stormclouds above “Yer really pissing me off!”

“Hey not my fault if the gods don’t like you” I quipped, then flinched as she drew her foot back as if to kick me.

She seemed mollified by my reaction and lowered the threatening foot. She sighed.

“Lets try a different game then, I got an idea.”

She dropped to her knees, and then her hand suddenly grasped for me. With the instinctive reflexes of a man who’d faced death before, I dived out the way and rolled, then started to sprint away. I leapt from the mattress to the floor, zig-zagging between discarded rags and clothes. Bea looked taken aback by my sudden escape and lunged from her knees, reaching one hand forward, which I jumped – fingers brushing the bottom of my feet. I heard her growl in irritation.

I knew I didn’t have long and so I kept going, headed straight for the cabinet – there was a small gap at the bottom. As I approached, I heard her moving behind. I didn’t look, I knew it wouldn’t help, and I knew she would be far faster than me. As I neared the cabinet, I felt her presence, and threw myself at the gap, getting a bit of a friction burn on the wooden floor as I skidded under, again feeling Bea’s hand pass right past my back.

As I crawled on my belly to get deeper under, I glanced backwards to see a giant hand reaching under, but stuck, unable to get much beyond her wrist underneath. The hand was withdrawn and I heard her moving about above. She brought the candle down to ground level, and lowered her head so that one eye was looking straight at me.

“You are such a pain in the ass!” She exclaimed, although her voice sounded more impressed than annoyed.

I blew her a kiss, and kept crawling. Hey, she didn’t say the game couldn’t be hide-and-seek. I was flushed with my success and the exertion

Bea stood, and I heard her start to shift about. She first tried to lift it, but rapidly decided better of it - as the clattering of various jars and bottles rang out from above me. She groaned, and started to unload it.

Jar after jar followed. A quick “oh allo luv” and Graekios in his own bottle was on the floor too.

We made eye contact and I saw him laugh at my situation. He seemed to have gotten a slightly better handle on his desires now, but I could still see smears all over the glass. He shrugged and sat down to watch. I heard a few more tinctures touch the ground, and the sound of Bea dusting off her hands above. I guessed the cabinet was empty, and got ready to move.

I watched her legs brace, and she heaved. The cabinet wobbled and shifted, but it seemed Bea couldn’t quite manage to lift the whole thing. As she shifted it along, I simply crawled with it. This wasn’t getting her anywhere.

“You are such a PAIN. IN. THE. ASS.” irritation was now firmly back in the mix alongside the admiration. She took a deep breath. Then, after a pause, the smacking sound of hand on forehead.

“I’m such a twit” I heard her say. Then she lowered her eye to the floor again and gave me a death stare. I shrugged at her, nonchalantly

“Right, this’ll get yer out ye godsdamn pisstaker”.

She put my die on the ground, on the edge of the cabinet.

She cackled “Time for another game I reckon”.

This was bad – If I stayed here, she could shrink me forever but if I crawled out, she would just grab me. No choice but to take the bait and hope I could evade her, but I wasn’t going to come straight for it. Time was short. She rose to go and throw her die, and I crawled at maximum speed to the back of the cabinet, now shifted a good distance from the wall. I snuck round the side briefly, but the moment I heard the clack of her die hitting the floor I broke into a sprint. She had obviously expected me to crawl out, and started as I came hurtling round the side, making straight for the die. I didn’t even pause to grasp it but with a spinning motion, I used my momentum to fling it forwards. I felt serious strain on my shoulders as the price but I was able to keep momentum and used it to turn as fast as I could while staying on thte move. As I gasped for air and kept moving full tilt for the safety of my cabinet crack, suddenly, the world went black. Dark, heavy fabric covered me. Hearing a “GOTCHA”, I tried to shake it off but before I was completely free, Bea grabbed me by the torso, her grip ironclad. Struggling was useless as her huge digits encircled me and she lifted me off the ground.

Then, I felt her digits shrink. Evidently, I had won this round of dice too. Bea lost another chunk of her size. I saw her startled expression and guessed she’d never expected to end up smaller than she started. Unfortunately, this probably still only put me half knee height to her, as she stood now 3 feet tall.

“Ye little fuckin shit” she said with wry amusement, shaking her head. “Guess you think you deserve some kinda reward eh?”

She paused. I opened my mouth.

“Well ye don’t, I do because of how much work yer makin me do fer this job now do me ye bastard”

Not waiting for assent, she carried me onto the mattress and manhandled me towards her lower area. I pulled back slightly at the smell, wrinkling my nose and causing her to roll her eyes.

“Really? Oh all right princess hold on 1 tick. Don’t run or I won’t bother cleaning” she said.

With a swiftness that betrayed her enthusiasm, she retrieved a jar from the floor, removing the top and letting a powerful floral scent out. She applied some of the oil, then wiped it on a random rag, tossing it back on the floor once she was done.

“Good enough yer majesty?” she said, sardonically, and returned to her former position.

I wasn’t sure it was enough truth be told, but I couldn’t smell it anymore at least and I didn’t think I was going to get another chance to object. Bea had a hungry look in her eyes. I moved over, slowly.

She lay her torso back and guided me in with her hands. I ran my hands around the outsides then reached for her sensitive spot to start, beginning to gently caress with my hands. I was rewarded with subtle shifts in her body as she reacted to my touch. I intensified a little and she grunted. I went a little harder still and she moved to my touch.

At this point, floral smelling oil was dumped on my head, breaking me out of my concentration as I coughed and spluttered. She laughed. She lubed herself with another batch of oil, then removed her hands and waited, expectant.

“Did you have to do that” I called over.

She raised a middle finger at me.

“Fair enough”, I thought, and continued. As I brought her arousal levels up slowly, I contemplated the…. Central issue. I wasn’t sure if my arms would reach deep enough, but I was pretty sure she was going to want something in there. I called up again

“you wanna put those fingers to use or you just gonna starfish this?”

She giggled mischievously. I didn’t like the sound of that and looked around to see what she was up to, but couldn’t see much owing to her massive thighs. They jiggled as some part of her made a jerking motion. Then I heard the sound of jade hitting wood. The dice.

“You fuc-oof” I cried out as I tried to run, but was immediately flattened into the mattress by her foot on my front. She sat up and looked down on me as I struggled to escape before time ran out. I could feel the callouses on the bottoms of her feet. I could feel the pressure on me, holding me down. I could smell the musty scent that pervaded her body easily at its most intense here. It was suffocating. It was intensely arousing. Bea began to finger herself with one hand while watching me fight her toes. It was a lost cause - they easily held down my entire arms. Not enough weight to hurt, but just enough that I knew I was never getting free. I couldn’t even bite.

“Whatcha gonna do now then little man?” she teased, speeding up slightly while surveying my pained expression. I didn’t really have breath for backtalk as I struggled. My penis was trying to erect but held back by the weight of her sole. I didn’t give up, but when the tingling started, I went limp and just thew a choice swear word or two up at her.

Her response was to keep me pinned and masturbate furiously to my predicament.

As Bea masturbated, she paid less attention to how much force she was keeping me down with. My dick was now stuck, fully erect, under the arch of her foot. I scooched up slightly, and began to grind it into her sole, figuring at this point I was already past competing with her and might as well just embrace my insignificance. She slowed briefly when she felt me start.

"Ahahaha, look at yer now, big soldier boy rubbin 'imself on the sole of my foot - and lovin' it too!" Bea resumed her efforts with gusto.

She wasn't wrong. I kept myself going, in spite of the humiliating situation and the coarsness of her skin, I was now so sensitive all over that any touch on its own felt good. An idea seemed to strike Bea at this point, and she lifted the arch of her foot. Keeping my arms pinned, my lower half was completely free all of a sudden - but I had nothing to stimulate my dick. I bucked my hips in the empty air. Meanwhile Bea slowed her fingers to a crawl.

I looked at her, slightly wild-eyed and called out angrily "What now?"

An evil grin sloped it's way onto her face. "Need somethin'?" She asked, sweetly.

"What's the game this time" I asked, tersely.

"No game, I just think you should ask me nicely"

"Ask you nicely? To finish me off? Did you forget the part where I paid you?" I was emotionally off kilter from the denial and the tiredness and real anger was seeping into my voice.

"Don't think I ever got paid by a mouse before..." she murmured.

"What do you want me to say?" I asked, plaintively, my anger becoming neediness again in a flash

"Why not start with somethin' nice, like, thankin me for this all?"

I had enjoyed the experience so far no doubt, but I got the feeling she was hinting at something more.

"Ok, thank you Bea now can you let me cum?" I called up, trying to summon some bravado.

She responded physically. Never giving me a chance to escape, Bea smoothly removed her fingers from inside her. She placed them in a 'v' shape, framing my head and replaced her foot in arm pinning duty. I would have been impressed by her flexibility were I not so preoccupied. She shifted her whole body so that she was now lying on her front, looking down. Her face loomed over my entire body. She locked eyes with me. Her expression was strange, serious. The playfulness that had always been there to some extent vanished.

"I'm not just 'Bea' to you right now, am I?" She spoke softly now, but with more gravitas and presence than I'd thought her capable of. "I'm so far above you, I could squish yer easily, yeah? That makes me like a god. Call me a goddess, and I'll let you cum"

I inhaled, sharply. This was a huge shift in mood. My instant, gut reaction was to scoff. I was a human. A strong man with a good career. I had plenty to take pride in. She was a second class citizen - A demihuman. A whore... She was also right though, another part of me said. She was sort of like a god to me now. She could control me easily. I wasn't even able to pleasure myself without her say-so. My body yearned for release. I was suddenly aware of a well inside me. I hadn't known it was there, but it had been all along. Under the surface. A deep well filled with pitch black waters. I could give up. Total submission. The rational part of me spoke - She's just a goblin! You are a soldier, an officer! The pride of the empire! Still, I wanted to drink from that well. I knew, with more and more certainty at each passing instant, as my body pulsed with desire, that I'd feel amazing, to just accept being hers.

"It'll just be you and me" she whispered. I could feel her hot breath on me as she spoke. The smell of alcohol had faded, but it was still there. My head pounded, but not from booze.

She began playing with herself again, very very slowly. "Ye'll be my little toy, just for a little while, just a day, hardly any time really. Just gimme what I want an' say it..." She bit her lip. "I'll treat ye nice". A smile briefly visited her face. She looked much more lovely than I'd realized. She brought a finger out, then traced a gentle line down my chest, stomach and below. Warm moisture marked its passage.

I shuddered. The talk was arousing me as much as her touch had. I eyed her cleavage, where Graekios had been before. I could probably already fit in there, but it might be a squeeze as I was right now.

"Hold still, or I'll pin ye" - she winked. She removed the fingers pinning me and gently ran one along my stomach and torso. Back and forth, up and down. Back and forth, down and up. I trembled where she touched. It was terribly, wonderfully stimulating. I moved my hands towards my cock again, and she shooed them away.

I opened my mouth to speak. I closed it. A man should always maintain some dignity. That was what I'd been taught. Yet it didn't seem very important right now before this giant, this monster, this

"Goddess..." I croaked.

Her smile was sweeter than honey. Her face descended closer. My little goddess licked me once, and I quivered. She placed her massive lips on my tiny dick, and carefully, gently, began to suck. It was still a huge force to me. She continued to pleasure herself slowly. Eventually, uncomfortable, She shifted, and lay on her side, then her back. She moved me on top of her face, and continued to suck, gently teasing my tip with her tongue tip from time to time.

I could feel myself building as never before. The admission that I truly did love this, that being hers was the final goal and that I had given up myself to her. These thoughts coursed through my head, along with sensations of liberation, of joy, of closeness. My arousal built to near the point of no return and Bea stopped, one last time.

"Say it, say what I am, again"

"You're a goddess" I whispered.

"Louder, and say it until you come" she said and began to suck on my dick at her fastest pace yet, she was practically pulling it off.

I began the mantra, gradually getting faster and louder as I went. "You're a goddess, you're a goddess, you're a goddess, you're a, *ah*, a goddess, you're a goddess, you're a *ha* a, a godd *ha*, goddess You're a, YOU'RE A GODDESS TO ME" I screamed the last, as loud as my tiny lungs could manage, I came inside her mouth and it felt as though everything in me was leaving me. I slumped onto her, and felt her shudder a few moments after I was done. Then, exhausted, I slept.

Some time later, I awoke. It was dark. There was a comfortable pressure on all sides. I recognised the smell instantly. It was Bea. I could hear her soft snoring, and felt the world around me shift in time with that rhythm. I felt safe, comfortable, secure. I snuggled in deeper, and soon nodded off again.

Slightly muffled speech was coming from all around me as I tried to hold onto sleep. Light pierced my eyes from above and I plunged my face into the warm flesh around me. Harsh noises caused my pounding head to worsen. I heard chattering sharp voices punctuated with occasional laughter and the clinking of tableware. I inhaled deep of the comforting musk around me and I let myself sway with the momentum of the world around me. I drifted off again for a few minutes but was awoken by the noises and my head. Fabric flapped above me like a sail. I felt lightheaded but it was no good; I couldn’t sleep like this anymore.

I pulled my face away and looked up to the light. It wasn’t that far away, so I began to climb. The feeling was strange, anywhere I pushed gave way but they were held together tightly enough to keep me in place without effort. I had to scrabble for purchase and felt a flinch or two in the world around me as I clambered. Once I squeezed my way up probably 3 times my own body length my head broke out and I looked down at the world around me. Daylight made the ground floor seem completely different Bea was back on serving, now more food than drinks and it seemed I was along for the ride. I had just caught the eyes of another titanic and well endowed goblina (who did a doubletake on seeing me) when a godlike finger descended and shoved me back down deep into Bea’s cleavage.

Back in the darker confines, I mischievously decided that if up wasn’t allowed, down was the only way to go. I began to tunnel footfirst in the reverse direction. The pressure around me increased as I went but I was still able to keep moving. I felt Bea hurriedly slam something onto a table, turn on a dime and start power walking. I poked my feet out of the bottom of her cleavage and began to squirm out. I heard a door open and shut hurriedly and Bea’s clothes (which, I realized, must cover much more flesh than last night) shifted as she shoved her hand under her tunic. My ankles were pinched and I was dragged out by them unceremoniously. Before I knew it, I was upside down staring at an annoyed looking Bea. She’d never seemed bigger, or prettier. Glancing around, I saw that we seemed to be in a dingy side room.

“Can’t yer just behave, even once?”

I laughed, then coughed, then laughed again as I dangled. A crooked smile crept its way onto her face, seemingly involuntarily.

“Keep squirming about while I’m workin’ like that an’ I’ll ‘ave to stick yer in a jar like yer pal last night!”

“Yes Ma’am” I saluted with my hand, internally taking her threat seriously, although my member’s salute may have undermined that. She eyed it.

“And just to say it now, but I’ll be wantin’ a couple more coins for me services too once we’re done. Not that yer in a position to say no… Now, behave, won’t be too long now before we can have some fun - don’t stick yer head up and don’t go pinchin’ me breasts!” she exclaimed.

Her lips engulfed my world entirely in a brief kiss, before I was once again stuffed between her boobs.

I did try to behave. At first. For a while, I simply remained motionless and listened to the world around. Then I got as close to her chest as I could feeling her heartbeat for a while. It was snug. I was comfortable… but I was also pretty horny. I figured she would handle me eventually but her kiss had left me feeling like I needed some attention now. I began to edge myself to pass the time, grinding my penis into her soft and giving flesh. This lasted a while but I was getting really pent up. Eventually, I just decided she’d just have to clean herself up after and let loose. I felt her pause when it happened and a sigh moved my body, but it was too late to stop me now.

Some time later, I felt us ascend the stairs, the jolts of her soft feet on hard floor vibrating through me. Her door’s lock clacked open and creaked shut. She let herself drop onto the mattress, shocking me with the sudden, massive movement. I heard the soft thump of clothing hitting the ground and light broke in above me again. I felt gravity shift as Bea leaned over so that her boobs could dangle down and the pressure holding me in place lessened. She shook her torso gently. I began to slip out. Looking down, it seemed like quite a drop so I grabbed as much green skin as my tiny hands could hold and clung on.

“What’d I say ‘bout pinchin?” came an indignant voice.

Her finger appeared, I was trivially dislodged from my handholds on one of her breasts. I began to fall backwards and opened my mouth to scream. I had barely let out a sound when I landed on the soft cushion of her palm. It stretched away from me on all sides, like a small fistfighting ring. She sat back on her behind and brought me to eye level.

“Now, what’s all this about then?” She said, her tone accusatory.

“What’s what about?” I called out.

“This” she said, scraping up the tiny drip of my seed on her index finger and presenting it to me.

“Well.. you only said not to poke my head out, I had to do something to pass the time didn’t I?”

Her eyes narrowed.

“I think my little toy needs some punishment games”

I wasn’t sure whether that sounded bad or amazing.

Her fingers closed around me, an inescapable cage. She began rummaging through her cabinet again when a knock came at the door.

“Who is it?” Bea called, continuing to rummage among the jars.

Another goblin voice, with a slightly less shrill, more mellow quality to it, replied. She sounded nervous, or maybe excited.

“It’s um, Jez”

“Whaddya want?”

“I saw, what you had, earlier, Bea, couldya um. Couldya show me the human I’d really like to see it I’ve never seen anyone get so tiny before least of all a humie oh please can I?” her words tumbled from her.

“Hmm yeah, one condition?” Bea replied cooly.

“Ok what condition?”

“Ye gotta play in me next game”

“Of course! Anything!” Came the reply, without a moment’s pause.

“C’mon in then, door’s unlocked”

I watched the door open between the cracks in Bea’s fingers. In walked a slightly less well rounded goblina. Mid length black hair rested behind the characteristically sharp and long ears of her race. Every feature on her was sharper than average, in fact - she might have passed for a slightly ugly elf if not for the size and colour. She stepped behind Bea and gave her a quick hug and kiss on the back of the head, then stepped back, clasping her hands behind her back. Cute, I thought.

“So where’s the humie?” She asked.

“Yer can borrow him for a min. Careful, don’t break ‘im”

By contrast with her admonishment to be careful, Bea took seemingly no safety precautions when dropping me into Jez’s outstretched hand. I fell probably 6 times my own height from hand to hand but apparently being this size made me tougher, or possibly Jez’s hand was a wonderful mattress. Either way, after I landed Jez let out a tiny squeel of excitement, clasped her other hand over me (plunging me into pitch blackness) and rushed over to the mattress where she practically jumped to the floor. When light returned to me, I was staring straight up into her face from a very close position. I could almost reach out and touch her chin. I waved up at her and she broke into a broad smile. I could see sharp points concealed

“So hey Jez, nice to meet you I guess!” I decided I'd like as much info as I could get, and began the charm offensive.

“Nice to meetcha too mister you really got tiny huh?”

“It just helps me see all the details of how pretty your eyes are!”

She giggled.

"And so well spoken, why I'd hardly know where I was just listening to your voice, and you have such a... an imperial... nose".

I continued in this vein for as long as I could think of things to compliment. Jez remained on her front, occasionally rocking her head side to side and kicking her legs up and down as she enjoyed listening. My voice was getting a little hoarse by the time I finished, but I was pretty sure I detected a small blush by the time I paused.

"Awwww, y'know your charming too its nice an' you're really cute too makes me just wanna pinch your cheeks"

She brought her fingers, tree trunk sized, towards me and I shied away slightly. I doubted she would be dextrous enough to pinch my cheeks without knocking me off my feet.

I put my hands on her finger, pushing away slightly and calling up to distract her.

“So, what do you think Bea’s going to make us do? She said she was planning some kind of punishment game for me before…”

“I dunno really Bea’s usually pretty quiet ‘bout what she does with hers and that but she’s got some special stuff the rest of us dunno how to make so could be really fun I’m looking forward to it already hehe”

I blinked at the avalanche of words.

“So you don’t know? Aren’t you err, lovers?” I asked

“Oh humies an’ their relationship so romantic y’know nah we just hook up some times when we’re in the mood lot of us do that all round this place sometimes clients want 2 y’know an-

“And that’s enough fer now” Came Bea’s voice from high above as she rapped Jez on the head with a small cup.

“Drink this then” she handed it over to Jez who grimaced, pinched her nose and knocked it back.

“So whats the game then?” She asked, gagging slightly.

“Well. I figure, I’ve left our other guest in the lurch a bit.”

“Other guest?”

“This one” Bea brought her other hand up from behind her to reveal: Graekios, currently chomping on a small fragment of bread in the bottom of his… slightly sticky…. Jar. It didn’t seem like he’d been that bored to me.

“OH Wow you had two Bea I’m so jealous why didn’t you say I could’ve helped you out”

Bea smiled proudly.

“Nah had em seperately, and this one especially -she rattled the jar- took no time. Anyway, what I’m thinkin’ is that we each ‘ave one of em and we bet on who’s gonna win, right? An’ then the loser gets to pick if they get smaller or if their tiny does.”

I looked up at Graekios, judging that he was probably still about twice my size and opened my mouth to object just as Jez squealed with excitement.

"That sounds like a great idea you're the best Bea!"