Kal lay next to her on the bed, head imprinting the soft pillow. He rolled onto his elbow and faced her.

'I know we've talked about it before Anna, but I'd really like to try.' he said.

Anna let out a slow breath. It wasn't the first time time they had discussed the topic.

'I'm just really not sure. What would you even want to do afterwards? It's not like you could work, or spend time with people. You wouldn't have a life. I don't want to do that to you, not for a...' she gulped before finishing 'a fetish.'

He grunted, rolling back onto his back. They were both staring at the ceiling, forming an arch above their second floor bedroom.

'I've already bought the house. We have plenty of money, and when you finish school, income won't be a problem. I just don't see the downside.'

She snorted at the pun. It was still a little funny to her every time he made one.

'I figured that would get a reaction. All we have to do is head down to the shop, any time you are ready.'

'But I'm just not sure that I am. I'm just not as in to this as you are. It's not just about you Kal.' she said dryly.

'Maybe so.' he paused. 'I just hoped you would want it as badly as I did. It sounds incredible. I'd make it worth your while. Think about it. Anywhere, anytime, any way you'd like. It would be...'

'Okay. Tell me what we could do. What would you want to try?'

'For starters? I could go anywhere, it would be an easy fit. A sex toy like no other. And I could join you at school, or with your friends. They just wouldn't know I was there.'

Anna shivered. The room wasn't cold. Her mind had just wandered to the thought of Kal inside her. He would be dripping, but only because she would be. He would be able to touch her, inside and out. It tantalized her.

'Kal, are you really sure? You wouldn't ever be able to return things back to normal.'

'I don't want normal Anna. I can practically hear you biting your lip when I talk about the things we could try. I know you way too well.'

Anna huffed, then sat up. Her knees curled under the white sheets.

'Fine. Let's do it.'

'Really? Really?'

'Yes, I said I'll do it, so let's do it. Tomorrow, in the morning.'

'Anna, I love you.' She smiled, but the lump in her throat wasn't fading. She swallowed hard. Nope, still there. Her stomach quivered on cue. She threw herself back down, joining him on the pillows.

His breathing had already slowed. She had no idea how he fell asleep so quickly, let alone after such a heavy decision. He's happy, she decided. He wants this. But do I?

Anna let her eyes close. It wasn't as simple for her. After all, with Kal only a few inches tall, she would have to care for him. He wouldn't be her boyfriend any more, he'd be her pet. She would have to feed him, carry him, play with him. She already had a pet, a small Scottish Terrier. And even he was a handful! She flipped over on the pillow, eyes still shut. And what about school and work. Would he just sit at home by himself? Could she really just bring him along, hidden in a pocket or her purse? What would he even do while she was busy with real life. She tried to stop thinking about it, but the thoughts continued to flow, a rapid fire that left her exhausted and unable to sleep.

Kal had first introduced her to the idea several weeks ago. He had always enjoyed being teased about being her personal fuck-toy or being a tasty little treat. But it wasn't until he came home after visiting a sex shop downtown that she had fully understood. He came home beaming, practically skipping as he hugged her and kissed her passionately. Kal proceeded to tell her about his discovery. They could actually take a person and reduce his size. They could even put him into a dildo, popsicle, anal bead, anything. He had begged her to try it with him that first day. She had stubbornly refused. Each day, he had brought it up again, usually before bed. Anna wasn't mad, she was confused. After all, it wasn't her fantasy, and she wasn't even sure she'd like it. She still wasn't sure, how could she be?

Kal had persisted, bringing it up at random times, explaining to her the benefits in with jovial wit. Need someone to search behind the dresser? No sweat. Small eletrical fixes? Sure. Need a tiny human licking and biting, rubbing himself against you G-spot, slowly being coated in vaginal secretions until you orgasmed and expelled him? Kal had it covered. Anna could understand his preoccupation, she just didn't share it. But she had agreed anyways.

Tomorrow was going to be a long day, and she tried to steel her resolve. She let her breaths come slowly, deep and purposeful inhalations, slow exhalations through her nose. She fought the temptation to glance at the clock. Anna focused on each toe, then each finger, relaxing into a numb paralysis. She lay motionless, continuing her tantric breaths. She was exhausted. She was going to fall asleep. Any time now. She was going to...

'Anna, wake up!' said Kal. She didn't move. Not a snort, not a 'go away', nothing.

'ANNA WAKE UP I MADE YOU BREAKFAST.'

Her eyes shot open, and she flexed herself up into a sitting position. She looked left and right in a groggy motion, right hand searching the nightstand for glasses. Kal laughed.

'I thought the smell of bacon and eggs would wake you up for sure. C'mon lazy-bones, I made you breakfast.'

He stood next to her side of the bed. The glasses had been on the nightstand, but Kal had already picked them up before yelling. His other hand held a large plate. On it were two eggs, one up one down, four strips of bacon and buttered raisin bread. It smelled amazing, but he had already eaten his share before coming up to see her.

'Hey Anna?' he said, holding out his hand, unfolding his palm to reveal her spectacles.

'Umm, hey Kal. Thanks?' she said, lifting the glasses and unfolding them. The silver frames slid onto her face and over her ears. She tucked auburn hair behind them with slender fingers. She looked disheveled, in a cute just-waking-up sort of way. Kal grinned stupidly, then held out the plate under chin.

'Oh, wow! Thanks Kal, it looks great.' Anna said, taking the plate in both hands and setting it down on her lap. Her hands fell onto the cutlery, and she began cutting the toast into small bite-sized pieces. Everyone had their quirks, Kal had always liked hers. She proceeded to stab each little chunk, dipping it in the sunny side up egg, then tearing off an extra piece of the chalky second yolk. Each combo bite founds its way into her mouth, and once she had at least two or three, she chewed, then started talking again.

'Mrm, so, Kar, mph, wuz thiz all fower?'

The garbled words came out interspersed with swallows, but by the time her mouth was empty, a slice of bacon was already being sliced under her incisors.

'I made you breakfast because I'm excited, and because I love you. I don't know that I'll be able to do it again after today, so I wanted to make sure I had a last chance to deliver it in bed.'

'Oh yer, cuz affer tadey yul be 'bout uz big as my beckon strup.'

Kal froze. The comment took him aback. Anna was actually giggling. Food bits dribbled from her mouth and back onto the plate, diced and smattered with saliva. She brought her hand to cover her mouth. Then she giggled louder. Her non-chalance about the subject was... surprisingly refreshing. He cracked a toothy smile, then laughed with her.

She continued to chomp down the remaining mouthfuls, clearing the plate within a minute. He watched her, entranced, as she devoured the last of it, then handed the plate back to him.

'Thanks,' she sighed, 'that was good.'

'So I was thinking we'd head out in about an hour. Think that's enough time to get yourself ready?'

'Oh sure. I don't think I need to be fancy while my boyfriend is shrunk to the size of my thumb.'she said, then flipped her legs off the side of the bed and stood. She skirted past him, and swung open the closet doors of their bedroom. Anna pulled two sun-dresses off the rack and then turned around. She passed onein front of herself, then switched them.

'So Kal, which one says that my boyfriend is going to be spending quality time inside my pussy tonight. I'm thinking the peach, it brings out the tone of my vulva, wouldn't you agree.'

She laughed again, clearly enjoying her humor even more than he did. Kal detected a hint of force about it. But she was trying to act the part. Anna would get there, or at least he hoped she would.

'Anna, I think you're beautiful no matter how gigantic your pussy is. And I like the green better, matches those hungry eyes.'

This time she stopped. Her eyes twinkled briefly, head half cocked to the side, then pouted her lips in a phony frown.

'Looks like you have things all under control. I'll just make sure that things are cleaned up in the kitchen. I'll see you down there when you're finished up here.'

Kal strode from the room, and descended the wooden staircase with the plate on his palm. He was oddly proud of her. Somehow, he knew she would like the idea. If even half her enthusiasm was real, he would be the happiest man in the world. He might also be among the shortest. For him, they fit together perfectly. He placed her plate alongside his in the sink, beneath a film of soapy water. Kal grabbed the sponge and began to scrub away the clinging pieces of eggs and toast.

They stood at the counter together. Anna couldn't suppress the tension in her chest, nor the relentless churn of her stomach. The store was fascinating, but conceptually intimidating as well. Arranged on racks and stands were a myriad of available products for the shrunken male enthusiast. When she had first entered, she expected a scientific lab and science fiction shrink rays. But it was a sex shop, with a niche market.

The first row that caught her eyes was lined with phallic toys. It wasn't out of place, until she glanced further down the row. Anna had seen a dildo, but it had a plunger attached to one end, and an orifice at the top. The attached sign displayed a man's head pressed out the narrow exit, like a crusty bit of ejaculate, stringy length stuck inside but dried exterior just extruded. The trend had been similar in the other models, almost all of them were hollow, clearly intending to contain a shrunken man as he was thrust between a woman's legs, diving into her vault and used for her pleasure. Yet on the top shelf lay a deep red, plastic toy of about six inches in length. Much like its peers, it was cored out, only there was no cap, no method of inserting or extracting its contents. She shuddered as she realized, whatever was placed inside wasn't coming out, a man permanently chambered inside until he starved, suffocated, or was crushed. And this was what Kal wanted?

Her experience in adult stores was already limited to a handful of visits. At most, she had tried fuzzy handcuffs and a vibrating buzzer that held to the first knuckle of index. Kal had never expressed his interest in toys, but from the way he glanced around the room, and the subsequent tenting of the upper panel of his jeans, he enjoyed the view. Anna had taken a cursory tour before stopping at the counter with Kal. After passing the shelves of dildos, she had stopped to glance at series of plastic bags and wrapping. They had a similar appearance to those in the grocery store, but their significance was far different. A translucent baggie, sealed at the neck by a white ziptie hung from a hook off to one side. It contained a few ounces of water, and sat below a circular sign that promoted it as moisture proof, odor proof, and biodegradable. As if one was supposed to place a man inside and then just throw him away, like a bundle of dog shit headed off to the landfill. Just adjacent were several sausage casings, inflated to show their size, and arranged by cook time. Would Kal want to be cooked and eaten at some point? Anna loved the idea of food porn, but to actually swallow him, was... was something she hadn't ever thought about. Did someone want to be cooked, chewed, and digested? Or perhaps swallowed whole? Or like some of the other toys, was it for the temporary fantasy?

'Hey Anna, I know this stuff seems really weird, but you don't need to think about it all right now.' Kal said. Anna was startled, he had been standing behind her, watching her expressions quietly as she flitted from row to row.

'If you find something you like, lets try it. But if not, that's okay. We can just try things slow, you and me tonight. Nothing crazy.'

Crazy. This whole idea was crazy! Some of the toys did excite her, no doubt she would love to know what it felt like to have Kal wiggle inside of her. Anna widened her lips into a smile. Patience was a virtue.

'I dunno, I kind of think this one is cute.' she said, lifting the bag off the side of the shelf, gripped in a tight fist. She showed it to him.

'Maybe if you're bad, we can just put you in one of these for a while. And if you are real bad, well, I'm sure that the trash could use some company.' Anna made a motion like slamming the lid onto a garbage bin, and whistled cheerfully. Kal had stiffened again, and not just his posture. He enjoyed being teased about his fantasies, she realized. She made a note to try it, often. He turned away, looking embarrassed. His hand darted into his right side jean pocket as he spun, fiddling slightly. Anna watched him glance left and right, as his suspicious fingers attempted to conceal a bulging rod of flesh. They weren't alone in the erotic retreat, another couple was speaking with the woman behind the glass counter, set off to one side of the shop. Her name was Candy, and she had been the one to answer the handle-less door.

Anna giggled under her breath, then turned to the next shelf as Kal paced the aisles. It was lined with dozens of short pamphlets and guides. A particular title caught her eye. Nestled between 'Silicone Maintenance' and 'Safety for Miniature Men' was a small cookbook. '101 Recipes for Men' promised to teach the reader to make their new playmate into anything from ravioli to a milkshake. She stopped after finding the list of recommended blenders and food processors. A chill went down her spine. It was, so violent. Shoulders shaking, Anna moved past quickly. Reaching the end of the aisle, she found two rainbow bean-bag chairs set out between a table near the back wall. To either side was a tall lamp, each with a snaking black cord that plugged into a simple wall outlet. She slumped down into the first chair, it was soft enough, but had a distinct toughness about that liner that was clearly not a simple cotton sack. Anna pinched at it with her fingers absentmindedly while she examined the wooden table. It was longer than it was wide, with a widened top and legs. They didn't end in simple knobs, instead having a base at the end of each stem, wider than her palm. She set her feet up on top of it, letting herself recline on the odd seats. Extending her neck, she looked up into the bottom of the lamp shade. The top of the pole bulged underneath the halo of dim fabric. Imprinted in one side of the bulge was... a face. Anna jumped up from the chair, realizing what the pieces truly were. Ornamental furniture, men crafted into common household objects, obscured enough for daily use. The shivers were back. She craned her head to check the front counter. The previous couple appeared to be finishing their conversation with Candy, and she was leading the man towards a poorly lit hallway that delved into the back of the store.

Anna strode into uncharted territory once more. Kal was squatted down, facing a lower shelf. She approached him and placed her hand on his right shoulder, fingertips biting in to his deltoid.  She dropped her gaze to see what had caught his attention. It was a series of grooming instruments, ranging from toenail clippers to mascara brushes. It seemed out of place in Cherry's mansion of male slave decorations, until Anna spotted the smaller sets. They contained tools as petite as an eigth of an inch, designed for tiny hands, made to pamper a larger master. She loved it.

'Let's get them.' Anna said. She began to brush her palm against his shirt sleeve. He picked the second smallest one of the shelf, holding it up in one hand for her to see. It had a size label: for users 2-3 inches tall. Warning: choking hazard. He lowered the box and held it to his side, then stood. Anna brought her hand down and slipped it between the gap of his arm and chest. When it rested on the back of his hand, he turned and grasped it, then pulled her. Arm in arm, they walked to the front desk. And there she stood, butterfly gymnasts in her belly and elephants pirouetting on her chest.

'Hello there. Welcome to Cherry. I see you've been browsing! How can I help you both today?'

Anna lifted her palm until it lay, face up, inches from her face. Stark naked and three inches in height, Kal stood, feet balanced to either side of her central palmar crease. She made a kissy face, and then smacked her lips, blowing on him gently. Kal raised his arms in defense of the breeze, curled brown hair rippling.

'So, umm, can you talk Kal?'

Anna watched his mouth open and lips move in rhythm as he spoke. The sound that he produced was mouse-like, and quiet. She turned her head, pressing her ear closer. And yet, the best he could manage was a louder, quiet squeak. Anna felt her ear touch his body, the helix forming a cavity around his entire torso and head. His pitch was unintelligible, even at this distance. Anna shook her head in frustration, the motion pressing her earlobe directly into Kal's chest, bowling him over onto his back. Turning back, she saw him laying there, body easily strewn across the breadth of her palm, rubbing his head as he rolled over onto all fours.

'Can you hear me Kal?' she asked, her inflection dramatic. The tiny figure in her hand, a miniature duplicate of her boyfriend Kal, nodded slowly. Anna sighed with relief at the gesture, but forgetful of her distance, blew him off balance once more. He managed to stay upright, barely.

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry. This is just, this will... take some getting used to.'

Kal wouldn't able to speak to her. Or, she wouldn't be able to understand his speech. Anna lowered his platform to the counter, palm upright, and he stepped off, onto the glass plateau.

'He looks cute, Anna. And it's just the body-care kit today? Or did you find something else to your liking?'

'Thanks, Candy. He, I mean, we really appreciate you doing this. Did you have any other suggestions? I'm just trying to figure this all out. He's really delicate.'

'Actually, you'll find that a shrunken man is quite resilient. Without going into details, you can think about the strength of an ant, strength and durability don't scale like you might imagine. If you want my advice, spend some time with him, and when you decide to try some new things, I'll be here to help you along.'

'Alright. Ok. Then we're off I guess.' Anna said, then paused. 'Is there a better way to carry him around? I don't want to crush him.'

Candy laughed playfully at the remark.

'Anna, you are far too uptight. As I said, try not to worry so much, after all Kal is now your property. He's your toy to play with as you please. You can put him wherever you want, whenever you want. Perhaps try being creative, you might find yourself enjoying it.'

It didn't feel right to consider him a toy. Glancing at her sun-dress, she had no pockets. Her purse was jumbled full of plastic accessories and makeup for Kal to be crushed in. With a determined look, she reached down to the counter where Kal stood, staring up at the two of them, and grabbed him. Her fingertips locked into a pinching grip, Anna lifted his naked body up, and then brought her hand in close to her neckline.

'In you go Kal. Consider this a warm-up.' said Anna. Then she released him. His tiny hands landed against the skin over her clavicle, and he began sliding. Without watching, Anna strode towards the door, feeling him slip past the joining curves of her breasts. He passed between the mounds, and then stopped abruptly, pressed within the triangle of her bra and flesh. She could feel him there as she walked, each subtle bounce squishing his body and then recoiling. It felt... nice. It was just passing noon, and the sun was sweltering. Anna walked half a block, making her way back to her parking spot just around the corner. Anna had no way of knowing if he could still breathe, his tiny body was no match for the dense fatty walls that engulfed him. No, he was fine. Candy said that he wouldn't damage easily. Reaching her car, she pulled keys from inside her purse and found the unlock. Sitting down, her breasts stilled, and Anna felt him pressing against the upper fold of the bra. His head poked above the fabric, and he scrawled himself high enough to sit atop her left mound.

'Alright Kal, we're heading home now. I think it's best you get back in there for now. Safety first after all. I don't have a seat belt in your size, so my home-grown air bags will have to do.'

He obliged her, both feet pushing softly into her skin. With a leap, he vaulted up and tucked into a diving position, hands pointed straight down, and then disappeared into her chest once more. His body formed a small lump in the mid line, barely noticeable. Anna snickered as he dove. She barely caught it, having to look straight past her nose without curling her chin down. Once he was securely positioned back inside her bra, Anna twisted the key. The hum of the engine vibrated Kal against her sternum. Hands turned to pull out of the stall, and set into first gear, Anna paused her foot on the brake. With swift rub, she slid Kal away from the mid line, leaving him flattened against the center of her left breast, nipple jutting into his naked body. She patted him lightly with four fingers, then pressed into the gas.

'Much better. Be a good boy and rub that, will you?'

Anna cooed. She lay naked on the bed, as she had so many times before with Kal. He enjoyed being on top of her, working his fingers against her breasts, kissing her neck and her stomach. He was on top of her this afternoon as well, posing on her chest. Lying on her back, Anna's breasts widened into cushy platforms, separated to either side. Kal stood with his fist against his heart, opposite hand planting an imaginary flag in triumph. Anna's neck was flexed, half rested against a pillow, and she watched his victorious flourish.

'Okay my little conqueror, I've done just as you asked and brought you to this strange new world. Now I think you promised to conquer another place for me, did you not?'

He nodded, maintaining his pose a moment longer. Then he spun around and leaped, sliding on his stomach down from her torso to her abdomen. Anna laughed, tickled by the sensation. The rippling that coursed from her contracting diaphragm vaulted Kal into the air, launching from just above her belly button. She watched wide-eyed as he tumbled forwards, plummeting directly into her trimmed pubic hair. Within the ruddy forest of thin strands, he stood back up, and without turning back, continued to press on. She had to stop being scared of breaking him, Anna mused. He may be small, but a fall of a few inches probably felt the same at his size. At least she didn't panic this time. When she first brought him into the bedroom, he had almost fallen off the bed as she lay down. She had taken care not to sit on him, but the buoyant effect of the mattress shifting nearly sent him floor bound. Even then, he didn't appear hurt, or even fazed. Her protectiveness would have to be a work in progress, she decided. The thought was cut off as he dropped from view, surpassing her pubis and coming into direct contact with her vaginal lips. They were already moist, and she could feel his hands rubbing along their length. Their texture slid along the slick skin, and he used fingers to pry between her labia. Anna shifted her hips slightly, lowering her pelvis and aligning her vulva with the sensations. 'Kal, before you go spelunking, I need you to peek under the hood a moment.' she said.

He obliged, reaching upwards and using his full force to push back her clitoral hood. Anna could feel the cool air against it as he revealed the sensitive nerve endings. Kal began to lick, the entirety of her womanhood just fitting into his mouth. He took it in, and it engorged further. She felt it slide in and out of him with sucking motions. The motion was so minimal, yet satisfying. Anna felt a pool begin to form along her perineum, warm and wet against the small bridge from her anus to vulva. Kal was likely standing directly in it. She fought the urge to thrust her hips into him desperately, knowing it would only serve to knock him back or crush him. Instead, she extended her arm and reached down towards his tiny form. Anna pushed him down off of her clitoris, and felt him bend forwards at hips under her pressure.

'I'll... take.. over there.' she moaned. Her breaths came slightly easier without him touching the electric pink mound. 'I think it's time for the knight to head into the cave and fight the dragon. I do hope its a good fight.'

His head was already aligned with her vaginal opening, and as her index and middle finger met his back, Kal was rushing forward, slamming himself between the lubricated folds. They towered around him, a dripping cave of flesh, dark and inviting, or so Anna imagined. His attempt only led him in a half inch, his legs flailing behind, trying desperately to work himself inwards. Anna let her fingers grip his ankles, and she applied a firm pressure. He advance slowly, and she gasped, letting her vagina welcome the intruder. Her fingertips passed her labia, and then dove past to her final knuckles. A moment later, she felt him contact her cervix and she withdrew. Kal wriggled, his head prying off her cervix. She felt a sharp wave of pleasure. He bit her! He bit her in her vagina. It contracted in response, threatening to crush him, but she felt small arms press against the closing walls and vault upwards. Like a parkour enthusiast, he shot deeper, and she felt small motions against the generously innervated flesh. Wax on, wax off. She felt the alternating directions of feet and hands as Kal had flipped to a diagonal and was whirling himself around in circles. Anna's fingers rejoined her clitoris, and aided his assault against the vaginal beast. She pressed in hard, adding her own concert of pleasure to his efforts. Her body was light as a feather, but her pussy was bearing down hard. It tried to mash him, glaze him, and spit him out with wounded pride, but Kal held firm, even throwing himself along the slimy cavern walls to continue advancing. Anna's body hummed, and her breathing was ragged. Her imagination failed her, at a loss for creativity in the face of impending climax. She gasped, and her neck clenched, catching her breath midway. Her rectus abdominus lifting her back up from the embrace of the mattress and into a crunch. Her pelvis fought even harder, and she felt it crunch down. Anna no longer felt the warrior inside her. Instead, she felt a tired, oozing worm slowly being spat from its burrow. She felt Kal emerge, gravity and contractile tissue aiding his escape. From her position, she could see his tucked arms and extended legs, mimicking a skeleton tobogganer. He glided free, even passing a few inches out along a mucus drenched piece of the sheets. He rolled out of the slide and leapt to his feet, arm thrown into the air, hand clenched in a fist.

He was cheering.

'Well, well, well. Looks like my little knight has won this round. But let's just say that the dragon didn't mind being challenged.'

Anna knew her face was flushed red, it felt warm. She held her hand out to her side, and Kal scampered under the back of her knee on his belly, then climbed aboard. Anna elevatored him onto her stomach, and he sat reclining, sunken partway into her belly button. She could see his chest panting, and his head extended in a relaxed position.

'Hey, Kal. Listen closely.' He turned to face her, and she shook her head.

'Not to me, to that.' Anna said, pointing at her slim belly. He pressed his ear down to her skin, then jumped up with a startled expression. Anna felt, heck, she even heard her stomach growling.

'I've worked up an appetite, and if I learned anything today at the store, it's that little men are a delicacy. Let's go cook before I start getting ideas, hmm?'

He nodded, and then slid off her side, back onto the bedding. Anna rolled the other way, retrieving her undergarments, a forest green, laced bra, and panties to match. She stopped there, after all, they were alone. Kal had already made his way over, pulling and slipping himself into the waistband, nestled tight against her hip as a makeshift holster. Once he was aboard, Anna started for the kitchen. Her internal monologue followed. She really had enjoyed having him inside. It felt amazing. It surpassed the expectation, and left it chewing on dusty pavement. She could get used to that, could understand why a woman would want to do that, over and over and over. It was sexy being that powerful, it was invigorating. But was angelic sex enough? In the bedroom, she could see herself as dominating, as a goddess. That only left the other twenty three hours of the day, and she would have to enter them with a novel treetop perspective. For their sake, she would give it an honest shot.

Kal stood on the edge of her plate. Before him lay a veritable feast of oversized peas, a haystack of rice, and the ribs of some dinosaur drenched in rich red barbecue sauce. At least that was the landscape from his perspective. For Anna, sitting on the chair past the table's cliff edge, it was likely a normal meal. Kal chuckled to himself, then waltzed over to the vegetable's, feeling their radiated heat and the scent of melting butter. He lifted one of the peas for himself. It was like eating an soft green apple, and there were dozens more splayed out on the bright white china field. He took a bite. Nope, not apple, just a giant pea. Still tasted great, there was a hint of garlic salt, and Kal swore he could actually feel the individual salt grains. He continued to munch down the helping, working his way through his first meal at his newfangled size. Giant food was incredible, he mused, and he could definitely get used to it. The world would have been a much better place if vegetables grew this large. A loud clang slammed down, several inches from his picnic spot. Kal watched the massive stainless steel trident spear two peas, clang against the plate and withdraw. They headed directly for Anna's gigantic mouth and were slipped inside. When the fork passed out her lips, it was empty, but carried the increased sheen of butter mixed with saliva. A few droplets sprayed out onto the plate.

'Not bad if I do say so myself, hey Kal?'

He nodded. From their previous attempts, Kal knew she wouldn't understand anything he said, so he kept his communication to obvious gestures. Popping the last bite of pea into his mouth, Kal chewed the soft texture and swallowed. He really couldn't eat much more, and since that was the case, he had to try the dinosaur, or giant cow, or whatever it was. Using his feet to bat away the peas that blocked his path, Kal made his way towards the opposite end of the plate. He came before the large puddle of thick sauce that drizzled down from the humongous logs of meat. Giant fingers rolled one of the pieces towards him, laying it flat with the succulent meat directly facing him. Kal saluted upwards, then moved in, only having the bend his neck slightly to begin attacking the upper belt of the ribs. He continued tearing off pieces with his teeth, like a crow attacking a carcass, and was rewarded with a few mouthfuls. It tasted the same, but being close enough to actually hear the faint bubbling of fat and dripping of sauce made the meal far more impressive. Once sated, Kal took a two steps back, examining his result. It looked as if a child had nibbled the hunk, clearly he would not be winning eating competitions any time soon. Unless they held those in the three inch category, of course.

The rib lifted away from him and met Anna's teeth. They tore of an entire edge, followed by a twist of her wrist, and shearing of the alternate face. Moment's later, it returned to the plate next to him. Stringy bits of sinew and clinging flesh held to the bone, but little else remained. The majority of the sauce had gone the way of the meat, and Kal gazed upwards, watching Anna's throat as it bulged, forcing the last mouthful down past her clavicle and towards her giantess stomach. Then he felt his erection growing, and turned away from the edge to conceal himself. They hadn't taken the time to make clothes for him, so he was enjoying his dinner naked, as only a true gentleman would. Anna's shadow loomed over him. She already had another mouthful of ribs.

'Oh nuh, luhks lik Kulsgot emshited agen.' said Anna. A Kal-sized fistful of meat plummeted to the table, just off the plate's edge. She swallowed, and Kal watched again.

'Guess my little guy like's what he sees. I'm not sure you want to go where those ribs are going Kal. It's kind of a dead end.'

She paused for a moment. Her neck had tightened, and her face took on a worried expression.

'I didn't mean it like that Kal. I'm sorry, I wouldn't ever do that to you. I'm just, you know, trying to tease you. I mean, I'm sorry. That came out wrong.'

Kal just smiled, as big as he could. He really did like her teasing, but there was no way for her to know that. Unless he showed her. The idea popped into his head with a quick burst. He went over to the remaining puddle of red sauce under the dinosaur bones and got down on his knees. Then he rolled, back and forth, feeling the sticky sweet liquid coat his skin from head to toe. Anna's shadow had followed from high above, and when he stood back up, looking to all who could see a bloody fright, he saw Anna's puzzlement.

'So, umm. I'm not eating you Kal. It's not happening.'

Kal shook his head vigorously, letting fly some of the red slime that layered his chin. He lifted his hand, and put his index finger in his mouth, then withdrew it.

'You want me to... suck on you?'

Kal nodded. That was easier than he thought. Her mouth looked so inviting, but even more than that, the thought of being licked, being taken into her mouth like a morsel of food was, kinky.

'My little Kal wants to be a savory lollipop on his first day, huh? Alright, come here, let's see how you taste.'

From above, the gigantic steel trident approached. At first, Kal thought she was just grabbing some peas or rice, but with a distinct turn, it came directly at him. The tines looked sharp enough to impale, and so Kal threw himself to the side and out of the way.

'Now, now, now. That's no way for food to act. If you want to get in my mouth, you are simply going to have to hold still. This won't hurt, much.' she teased.

Kal was bogged down by a layer of sauce that made his footfalls heavy and stick to the plate. He tried to run from the fork, but Anna brought it in closer once more. When it was inches from his chest, she flipped it onto one side, and used the triple baton to swat him. Kal fell, and the massive metal weight followed, pressing flat down on his chest.

'There we go, now my treat can't run. But seriously, hold still Kal, I'm trying to gobble you up here and you are making this awful tricky.'

Kal lay there, staring directly upwards. She turned the fork to an impaling position, and then it fell, or perhaps was lowered. At a slug's pace, it came nearer, but not at his torso, Anna aimed it, letting one tine slip between his legs, and the other two on opposing sides of his knees. Then in a fluid motion, she tilted the fork back, and slid it underneath. Kal flopped forward, straddling metal, torso doubled forwards to take the pressure off his groin. Anna was holding the fork flat now, level with the table, and giggling as she played airplane with his barbecue sauce slathered self. Moments later, Kal could feel her warm breath. He was faced away, but when the first droplets of saliva brushed his back, he tried to turn his head. Unable to get a good glimpse, he felt as the soft ridges of her glossy lips closed on his legs. She moaned, and it vibrated the fork, jostling him against the metal platform, but he stayed easily aboard. But as she finished expressing her delight, Kal felt a sucking sensation. The lips had closed tight around his legs, and were dragging them up and away. A second later he was ripped from the fork entirely, his body half inside and half outside two oblong red pillows. He felt the moisture on his feet, legs and groin, just inside the cave. Anna cooed again, this time the humming of her vocal cords directly transmitting their force into his pinned body. Her tongue was playing with his feet, and it darted between his legs, then forwards until he felt it against his cock. The saliva drenched muscle twisted it way, wiping and cleaning, licking and playing, clearing the length of his legs and driving his cock wild. Kal felt the shift in blood flow as his erection grew once more. He began to wiggle his hips as Anna's tongue barraged him from toe to waist with lightning speed and forceful precision. Sauce was dribbling from off his chest and onto her lips now. They too were moist on the outside, and the sauce formed little contrast, blending well with the existing glossed texture. Kal's admiration was cut short, as he felt a weight on his head. It pressed in, hard, just as the suction at his hips returned, and with a 'shhlurrrp', Kal was taken inside, thrown to one side as he hurtled and landed on soft buccal mucosa. He was on the outside of her right teeth, and she held her mouth open, providing ample vision of the damp cave. It was similar to her pussy, but more, open. And the smell was entirely different.

'Ahh.'

He felt the vibration more than he heard the sound. It shook the walls of her mouth and Kal braced his hands on her lower teeth. Then he recoiled. It was probably not a good idea to spend any extra time between giant pearl saw blades, he decided. At his size, he filled a fair amount of space, perhaps the full length of her tongue, and he hunched dramatically while standing. It might have been because he was near the side, curved inner cheek contributing to a sharply declining ceiling. Saliva fell from her incisors, held open as they were, and splashed gently on the lower set. Looking about, he could see her entire mouth was awash with it, especially near her molars. Currently sitting on the the crowned teeth were strings of leftover rib meat. Her tongue was likewise stained, a brown-red that marked the mixture of char and sauce she had just consumed. His exploration was cut short as her lips snapped shut, cutting off the only available light source. Kal tried to strain himself to see, but only the smallest amount of faint orange could be gleaned from the light coming through her thin skinned cheeks. It was enough to cast an eerie, Halowe'en glow, but not enough to actually make out detail.

Her tongue moved in once more, snaking appendage taking his legs out from under him. Kal yelped in surprise, but it ignored his cries. He was lifted, more forced, up and over the lower row of teeth, joining the demon within the center of her mouth. Kal could taste the acrid meaty air returning from Anna's stomach. He could feel the cushy softness of her tongue with his hands. But the demon was not to be tamed with simple petting, instead it swung under him and scooped him onto its back. Kal held on, and it bounced. Surface tension held him down, affixed to the flailing beast, even as it tossed left and right. Kal tried to focus his efforts on hugging it tightly, not wanting to fall and cut himself on Anna's teeth. He wasn't sure how sharp teeth really were, he didn't want to find out.

Despite his caution, Kal rode well. At least, until Anna's tongue slammed him upwards, smashed directly into her soft palate. Kal lost his grip, and the tongue was now on a steep incline. Backwards. He tried to grasp at something, anything, but the tongue's base widened as he descended. He couldn't get a hold, couldn't dig his heels in, nothing. Her uvula approached swiftly, and Kal yelled. The fantasy was about to end. After her tongue, automatic muscles would carry him down her esophagus to be digested within pea soup and chewed meat.

The descent stopped as swiftly as it started, then it reversed. Gravity had somehow flipped, and he was falling back towards Anna's lips. He cratered into them, a soft landing at last. They began to open, and Kal ejected, head first, from the pillows that engulfed him minutes ago. In a pool of drenching saliva, he opened his eyes, glimpsing the plate's flat surface in all directions. Fear still coursed through him, and his feet and hands were overheated. His heart pounded, lungs burned from heavy breathing and acidic fumes. Anna's face was right there, head tilted far forwards, looming above the plate and swathing it in shadow. She laughed.

'Scared ya didn't I. You definitely would make a good treat, heck, you couldn't even stop yourself from being swallowed for two minutes. I still think the ribs tasted better though, you should work on that.'

'Yea,' Kal stammered, 'yea.' Between deep breaths of fresh air, he mouthed out the words, then remembered that she couldn't even hear. He had what he wanted, but that was almost too overboard for him. Somehow, despite all that happened, his erection stayed firm. He couldn't help it if he enjoyed the situation on an unconscious level. But the fear of being digested was just as real. Was Anna really enjoying this, or was she humoring him. He was starting to believe her excitement was real. He wanted to believe it was.

'I can see by that twig between your legs that you had fun. We'll have to try it again sometime. Maybe next time I won't go so easy on you.'

She winked.

Anna was studying. She wore her green panties and bra, auburn hair draped behind her, flowing out past the back of the bed. She was wearing it down, not feeling any particular reason to style it just to hit the books. Biology was the topic of the night. Being only in her second year at Saint Francis University, she was still entrenched in a variety of science courses required for her degree. She intended to major in Zoology, but that meant taking everything from Microbiology to Organic Chemistry courses. Tonight she was had to memorize the little bugs, name, classification, function, prevalence, everything. Anna had a midterm on Wednesday, leaving her only two more nights to prepare. And now things had gotten complicated.

Kal was on the desk in front of her. There was ample room, but most of it was littered with a disorganized assortment of notes, textbooks, and a number of mechanical pencils and pens. On the far corner, she had a lamp, a dancing Bijon puppy on its hind legs and wearing a top hat. She thought it looked cute. Kal sat beside one of her pencils, kicking the tiny nib of eraser, pushing it forwards, then dragging it back with his foot. He's bored, she figured.

Having to keep him around all the time was going to be difficult. Anna wanted time to study, hell, she wanted to be able to have her own private time. And now that Kal was but a few inches tall, she realized that her concern was valid. She had no idea how to have her own space.

'Kal, you're distracting me. You need to find something to do while I work. You know I have a test, and it's important.'

He looked up at her, sighing. He mouthed something, then stopped, and glanced at his toes.

'I'm sorry, I don't want to get upset, it's just, hmm...' Anna said, searching around the room. She spotted the plastic bag from Cherry, sitting near on the carpeted floor near the door. She pushed herself out from the table, then headed in that direction. Snatching up the bag, she held the plastic handles in one hand, and used her other to withdraw the box. It was still unopened, but she could see the variety of tools inside through the thin window on the front side. She brought it back and set it beside him.

'Here, you can play with these. But not up here. How about... my toes?'

Anna unwrapped it as she spoke, withdrawing the tray. It had several indents for the tiny instruments, arranged into three sections: face, nails, and skin care. Wrapping her palm around Kal's body, she placed him and the tray down on the floor, then planted herself back down on the oak chair.

'Alright Kal, get to work. I'm going to keep studying, but if my toenails aren't clipped and shined by the time I finish, you'll be in the doghouse tonight. And at your size, I think that Wes would be delighted to let you share his home. Or you might just end up on the menu.' she said, wiggling her toes and digging them into the warm carpet.

That should keep him motivated. Teasing him seemed to be an excellent way to keep Kal entertained. Anna found herself enjoying it as well. It made her feel, in control. She hadn't really thought about going through with any of her playful threats, but it gave her an odd confidence. Just knowing that she could swallow him, or feed him to the dog, or crush him under her ass, or flush him away, it was... well, it was satisfying in a sadistic sort of way. She was biting the top of her pen now, not even realizing that it had found its way between her teeth. The fantasy slipped away. Shaking her head, she let reality, and her Bio 203 textbook, slip back into focus. She was starting to realize how someone could enjoy having a little pet, even if they were a handful. Anna still wasn't sure what they got out of the deal. Being powerless and tiny, completely at the whims of a towering woman, it just seemed very un-manly. Well, no less manly than wanting to lick shoes under the library desk or have cigarette smoke blown in your face. Guess that's why they called it a fetish. She shook her head again. Stop it Anna, concentrate, you have a test to prepare for!

Under the table, hidden from her view, Anna heard a tiny clipping sound. Well, at least one problem was solved. She began reading the chapter heading, one of three required for her midterm. 'Fungal-Algae interactions: The Lichen'. Riveting, truly. She already knew the basics, but the paragraphs and diagrams began to detail the symbiotic mesh formed by fungal organisms that created a beneficial environment for the algae to sustain the entire organism with photosynthesis derived nutrition. Clip. Clip. Anna ignored the sounds below, drowning them out as her fingertips rapped on the wooden table top.

Minutes turned into an hour, and Anna glanced at the clock. Ten thirty already? How long had she been studying for. She felt another clip, then a brushing sensation against her toenail. Good, he was still down there. Wasn't he getting tired? Grooming her nails must be like carpentry at his size. Cutting, sanding, working down the finished product to a soft gleam. She the toes of her left foot, and felt them brush against Kal's chest. The clipping stopped momentarily.

'Well, I think I'm done studying for a while. Maybe I should see how my little guy is doing. I hope it looks good Kal, or you might be in trouble.' said Anna, pulling out her chair once more. It slid back on the carpet, and she tilted sideways, lowering her head to the edge so that she could see underneath. Kal stood by the rack of clippers, file, and pumice, all shrunk to scale. He had just replaced them, and was looking back at her, holding out a thumbs-up.

'Think you are done, do you? I'll be the judge of that I think,' said Anna. She lifted her right leg, crossing it over her lap. She pointed her toes to get a better view. Anna let hand rub against the sheared nails, feeling out their consistency. It was actually a fairly precise job, but as she reached for her little toe, she felt a sharp ridge. She let a smile crack.

'Hmm, I believe my manicurist has missed a spot. And alas, it's too late for you to fix it. How do you suppose you're going to make up for it?'

Kal shrugged his shoulders. Anna laughed in reply.

'Well I have an idea. And sadly, at your size, you don't get a lot of say. I think I'm wearing socks to bed tonight. And you, little Kal, will be getting to know my feet much better.'

Anna placed her foot back down, then walked to the dresser. Fetching out a pair of pink heart socks, she unbundled them, and tossed them casually onto the bedside. After closing the drawer, she sat down on the chair and reached over to grab them.

'Alright Kal, lie down,' Anna said. He did so willingly, lowering himself to a prone position on his front.

'No, I think I'd like you face up,' said Anna, 'that way you can kiss my feet while I'm asleep.'

He rolled, and while he did so, Anna held her right foot out, hovering it an inch above him. Once he had successfully flipped to his back, she lowered her sole, letting it press into him and bury him in the carpet. His face was forced against the thick skin. He wiggled a bit, but she didn't mind the tickling. Anna leaned forwards to plant her chest on her knees, arms forward with a sock in hand. She had rolled it down, and slipped the nib against her manicured toenails. Then she rolled it back. It passed over her toes, thus she pressed down, slipping it under Kal's head and shoulders. He struggled again as the sock brushed past him, but Anna kept sliding backwards and up. The elastic material snapped tight as she released, squarely above her ankle. She repeated the process, more swiftly this time, on the opposite side. Then, without applying any pressure to her right foot, she extended on her left leg, and hopped on that foot until she was close enough to flop onto the bed. Anna pulled herself up to the pillows, resting finally on her side in a comfortable position. She reached out and flipped the light switch, bathing the room in black.

'That's better,' she said, 'now Kal, I hope this helps you remember what happens to tiny incompetent manicurists.'

She giggled. 'See you in the morning, hope you had a fun day.' Anna lifted the sheets and a thin comforter over her body, until it covered to the top of her breast.

Kal wiggled in vain, and Anna felt the small bleb in her sock rippling as his skin tickled her sole. She waved it slightly in response, back and forth under the sheets, then settled herself and closed her eyes.

'What's on your mind Anna. You seem really distant today. Don't tell me that long-winded prof managed to throw you with his doom and gloom about the exam.' said Rachel.

'No, its not that. It's just, well, you know, Kal.'

'What about him, are you guys fighting or something?'

Anna was about to respond, then paused. She looked sideways at the counter. The barista was pouring another cup of steaming coffee for a customer, just as she had for Anna and Rachel a few minutes before. The coffee shop smelled heavenly, and Anna sighed. The customer took the brimming china mug and a blueberry scone, laced with cream cheese, on a paper plate and sat down two tables over. The girls often came after classes or for lunch. This place did have the best cranberry turkey melt on campus, or anywhere else that Anna had tasted. But she wasn't hungry. The butterflies in her stomach were back, and they ablated any hunger she might have felt, despite being immersed in the sound and scents of baked goods and caffeinated drinks. She turned back to face her friend. Rachel's expression was of concern and curiosity. They had been friends since their first week on campus, freshman friends forever or something like that. Anna shared everything with her, and they talked hours on end about men, life, school, clothes, sex, hell even campus politics. She had even shared intimate details about Kal. Rachel knew pretty much everything.

'No, not fighting. We, well, you know how I told you about Kal pestering me?' asked Anna.

'Of course,' said Rachel, 'so he likes the idea of being shrunk down.'

'Yeah. Well we finally did it. We went to that store he kept mentioning, and I them shrink him down. He's only three inches tall now.'

Rachel's eyes raised and widened. Her whole face seemed to expand. Then she burst out in a fit of laughter. Only for a moment, the entire restaurant turned head to the obnoxious sound.

'You're joking right? Kal shrunk? How the hell does that even work?'

'I'm really not sure, I mean, we got there and there was all this stuff around the store. Toys, furniture, cookbooks, you name it. All of it was for turning a shrunken man into food or a dildo or whatever else you wanted. Then we got to the counter, and signed a few forms, and then it was done.'

'Forms? What kind of forms? Like a waiver or something?' said Rachel.

'Sort of. It was a bit more legal mumbo-jumbo than that. Basically, it proves that Kal wanted to be miniaturized, and it made him into my legal property. The lady at the front counter said that he was now my personal toy. To do whatever I want with. They took him to the back, and he came out tiny. Thumb size tiny.'

'And so what did you do?'

'Well, I took him home. He really likes it when I tease him. You know, like about being crushed, or eaten... that sort of thing.'

'So wait, you could eat him if you wanted? Like,' Rachel lifted her finger to her chin, 'GULP!', then traced her finger down past her throat, over her breasts and then pointed to her belly, 'Plop!'

Anna just watched. She imagined Kal under her finger tip, following the same path that Rachel traced, landing with a splash, squirming in a lump trapped in her stomach. She fought the sense of arousal. Anna nodded slowly.

'Anna! That's amazing. Are you going to try it?'

'Eating him? What? No. Rachel, I don't want him to just disappear like that. He trusted me enough to want to do this.' she said, exasperated.

'Fine, calm down Anna. I was just teasing you. I'm sure Kal wouldn't taste that good anyways.'

Anna lowered her eyes at the remark, and stared blankly at the table where her coffee was getting cold. She tried to hide the expression, reaching for the cup and bringing it up to her lips, sipping in the warm flavor.

'Anna, I know that look. What did you do?'

'I kinda, just, popped him in my mouth. He actually asked me to! So I tried it. He was dipped in barbecue sauce and I sucked on him a bit. Kal really liked it.'

'Mmmhmmm, and what else? Give me the full scoop,' Rachel beckoned.

'Okay, fine. We also fucked.' said Anna. She let the words fall point blank.

'Obviously you did,' said Rachel, 'how was it?'

Anna sighed again, deeply. With a breathy voice, she slumped back and let her arms flop on the sides of the leather bound chair, 'It was amazing. He was inside me. The whole way inside, fwooop, gone. He wiggled and, gah, it was good. Like really good.'

'Anna you naughty girl. I knew you had a dark side. So he's enjoying himself, you like it, what's wrong?'

'Well, I'm not sure how to say it. He's tiny now, he can't take care of himself, and he wants me to be this giantess out of his dreams. But I'm just me.'

'You might not like it, but take my advice on this Anna. Get over it. He signed a form, and now you have a tiny man in your house who literally belongs to you. You can tease him, fuck yourself with him, or toss him in the garbage. He wants you to treat him like what he is, a tiny toy, property of Anna Estelle Baker. Hell, if I was in your position, he'd probably not last the week. I think he'd be either in my stomach curdling away or permanently holed up in my vibrator, first drawer. He should count himself lucky that he has such a sweet girl. As for you, you should do whatever you like, and stop caring about what a tiny man may or may not think.'

The conversation had already turned to hushed tones after Rachel's outburst.

'You're right. I just want to know how to get there. Even today, I'm worried about him being at home alone. I left him locked in the bedroom. I didn't want Wes to get ahold of him.'

'Haha, wouldn't that be funny. Kal getting shrunk and ending up as a dog turd.'

Anna felt her cheeks burn.

'I'm kidding Anna, c'mon, it was just a joke. But on a more serious note, when are you going to show him to me. I'm kinda curious,' said Rachel.

'Well aren't you coming to board game night after the test Wednesday? I can show you him then. Just don't go telling everyone else yet, I'm not sure when I'll let them know.'

'Sure. My lips are sealed,' said Rachel, throwing back the last of coffee. 'So what are you doing after this?'

'I need to study, but I was going to take a quick stop by the store, Cherry. The woman there really seemed to know all about this stuff. I wanted to ask for her ideas on what Kal and I can try. Talk to you tomorrow in class?'

'Yup. Have fun Anna. Don't let the little guy get under your skin.'

Anna strode into the small lot, just past the student union building. She tried to take Rachel's advice with a grain of salt. Anna fully believed that the girl would probably end up crushing or eating Kal if she were in Anna's position. Rachel did have a bit of a kinky streak. Not that she was entirely wrong either. Anna struggled with the idea as she paced. So Kal was her property, a toy. She could do whatever she wanted with him, everything, anything. Her groin began to ache again, just wanting to take Kal and shove him inside and forget about everything for a while.   She bit her canine down on her lip.  If only it was that simple.

Anna knocked. Just as before, Candy swung the door wide with her usual pep, and greeted her.

'Hey welcome back Anna. How was your first day with Kal?'

'It was really fun. Stressful, but fun. That's why I came. I could use your help.'

Candy stood with Anna just inside the store. The door had shut as they spoke.

'I'd be more than happy to help you out,' said Candy, 'why don't we have a discussion in our back rooms.'

Anna followed as Candy led the way. They entered the dimly lit hallway, but quickly turned right. It was an elegantly decorated room. The wallpapers were pink, covered in mural-esque pictures of candy, lollipops, cinnamon hearts, the like. The carpet was plushy, similarly pink in color, and incredibly comfortable under feet. Two chairs sat facing a central polished wooden coffee table. On it, two cups already waited, steaming with an expensive Brazilian aroma. As she advanced, she noticed that they were lattes, with a fanciful Cherry logo imprinted on their surface with milk. By the far wall was a desk, equally beautiful, a laptop at its center, and several documents stacked to one side with neatly arranged silver pens. On the opposite side was a small candy jar.

Candy gestured Anna towards one of the chairs. It was of some custom design she had never seen previously, an ergonomically curved back with winged arm rests, an ottoman lain just in front of each one. Anna hesitated, watching as Candy pushed the ottoman aside and took her seat in the opposite chair. Following suit, Anna relaxed herself down. It surpassed her expectations, but she couldn't help but wonder how expensive this single room must be. She wasn't sure whether to feel relaxed or intimated. At the moment, it was a mix.

'Alright then Anna, what can I help you with today?' asked Candy, lifting the cup with a graceful pinch. How had the woman known Anna would return, at this time, and have the coffee ready? Candy stared directly at her. The woman's expression was knowing, confident, soothing. Anna wished she felt the same.

'I wanted to talk to you about Kal. I'm at a bit of a loss.'

'And why is that dear? Did things not work out as you imagined?'

'I think it's just that they did. I didn't want him to do it, told him not to for so long. I've been through so many scenarios, but the same one keeps playing out... how do I keep a relationship going with somebody who is entirely dependent on me for survival. Even worse, that someone wants me to play the role of some wonder woman, a giantess, cruel or kind at a whim. It's just so awkward.'

Candy paused, sipping again. Anna decided to take her own cup from the table, and dipped her upper lip into the foamy surface. It was delightful. Just as she returned the cup, Candy spoke.

'Anna, make your decision. If you won't abandon your new toy, and I have good reason to believe you won't, then you must be the giantess of fantasy. I saw from your expression when you explored the store that you were aroused by the content. Perhaps, not all of it, but you carry the same inquisitive nature that most all girls do when faced with a new situation. When something takes your fancy, discard the notion that it is cruel or kind, that is mean or dangerous, and just do it. Tell me, in that overactive mind of yours, what have you thought about doing with Kal?'

'Well, when I'm frustrated, I just want to use him as a sex toy. I want him to please me until I burst. And when I tease him I feel incredible, like some powerful deity. I want to force him to obey, and put him in a deplorable situation, just to watch him squirm under my fingertip. I want to swallow him whole, but not digest him. I want to crush him in my breasts or under my ass, stick him in a dildo and force him to struggle, leave him in my shoes to lick my toes clean. I want it all, but without the regret or guilt.'

'You are of an uncommon thread Anna. But we all are unique in some way. Do yourself a favor. The next time you think of doing something to Kal, terrible or otherwise, take your own fantasy as justification, just as he has. Don't underplay your role as master, he won't thank you for it, and you'll end up as you are now. Fretting and guilty. Treat your property as he wants to be treated, like a toy, as your helpless slave. Only a monster would deny their own desire.'

Anna wanted to cry. Somehow hearing the words echoed by someone as knowledgeable as Candy was an immense relief. The fading tension shone in her watering eyelids. If it's what Kal wanted, she would be his owner.

'Candy, thank you for your help. But if I could ask one more favor. Let's say I'm a first time giantess. What toys would you recommend?' asked Anna.

Candy smiled that omniscient bubbly smile, 'Everything.'

It was Wednesday morning, and Anna had slept terribly. She awoke, yawning, reaching off to her side to wake Kal. He slept on the pillow this time. It was all the bed he needed, lucky guy. She pinched her thumb and index together, then flicked. Kal rolled over twice, tossed across the pillow's cotton case, ending on his back. Then he rolled away from her, and pulled the tea towel that Anna had fashioned into a blanket up to his chin, pretending not to notice that he had been barreled across the soft landscape. Anna laughed.

'Seriously Kal, get up, I've got my test soon, and you promised to help.'

He sat up, blinking at her groggily with tiny eyes.

'Do you remember the plan?'

He nodded sleepily, then fell back down. Anna wasn't buying it. She grabbed his checkered yellow tea towel blanket and threw it off him. Then she grabbed him by the feet and tossed him into the air. He cartwheeled around as he flew, while Anna flipped herself over and underneath him. He landed face first on her chest, hugging her nipple. She wasn't wearing a bra yet, so they poked through the thin lining, leaving a generous indent. Nevertheless, they made a great landing pad for lazy bones miniature boyfriends.

'And we're off,' she cried, sitting up and twisting right. She bounced to her feet, and Kal lost his grip on her nightie. She watched him fall, plummeting towards the carpet, flailing in midair. Anna slipped her thumb into her panties and then pulled the elastic forward, leaving a distinct gap directly in his trajectory. Once he had fallen through, she let it snap back, catching him. Kal's legs kicked up above him as his chest was pinned to her pelvis. Anna walked to the closet and glanced around, feeling his breath on her pubic hair as he struggled. His efforts only managed to make him fall in a bit further, but not enough to actually come free of the waist band. She selected a plain beige brazier, a dark blue top with deep neckline, and a matching skirt. It was all part of the plan.

Anna removed her nightie and cast it onto the bed. She checked herself out in the mirror, pressing her landing pads together in the mirror and winking. Then she twirled once, wearing nothing but her panties, a half-human awkwardly poking out. She didn't care, she felt sexy. Her bra clasp set, she rotated it around to the back, and let the supports cradle her. Her top slipped on easily, leaving very little to the imagination. She feared the possibility of embarrassment from a nipple slipping out, but it was worth it. Satisfied that her cleavage would serve the necessary purpose, she slipped up the skirt to her waist, covering the flailing appendages. Anna watched herself in the mirror as she applied a thin moisturizer, lightly rubbing it across her cheeks, over her chin, her forehead, and under her eyelids. She followed it with a thin layer of foundation, a hint of blush, mascara, deep blue eye shadow, and soft pink lipstick. It was perfect she decided, but she still had to rush and clean up her hair. Bloody tangles took forever, even on a good day, and today was not being kind. Just before parting from the mirror, she pinched a fold in her skirt, being sure to grasp the undergarment directly below, and gave it a quick tug. She felt Kal fall into place, upside down and compressed against her pussy. She patted him down against the folded thick skin of her labia.

'Good man. You can work down there while I work up here. But don't tire yourself out, I need you on your A-game today. Momma wants a perfect score!'

Anna moved to the bathroom, in dire need of her brush, spray, and elastics. Kal bobbled against her pussy as she walked. Taking the brush to her hair, she worked it through, pulling through small knots and tangles that blemished her auburn locks. Careful strokes perfected their condition, and she took some spray to the finished product. She was about to start a simple braid, when she realized that her little Kal wasn't living up to his potential.

'Look alive down there,' she said, pressing two fingers directly against her crotch. It forced him partway between her folds, dipping him into the wetness that lay beyond. Kal began to squirm.

'Much better. If you have some time, feel free to lick it clean. I'm not sure we have time for breakfast this morning, but that doesn't mean we both need to go hungry.'

Anna gave him an extra nudge, feeling him deepen just a hair. She was rewarded with a pleasurable surge as he worked to dislodge himself. Her womanhood had him half entrapped, and it wasn't very good at relinquishing his tiny frame. Smiling as he writhed, Anna reached behind her head, and split her lengthy hair into three strands, working each one over another in turn. Practiced hands swiftly formed a tight braid that she let fall over her right shoulder.

'Clean as a whistle down there?' she asked, 'cuz were heading out in five. I don't feel you licking!'

She pinched his feet and twisted, flipping him upside down, still partially embedded.

'Don't think I don't notice you missing the topside.'

She gurgled some mouthwash, swishing it around until it burned delightfully, then spat. The green foamy liquid poured down the sink, aided by a quick twist of the knob. Anna darted back to the bathroom and snatched her book bag and purse, then descended the stairs. Going against her word, she grabbed a slice of raisin bread from the cupboard and dashed to the door. She locked it as she left and then got to the car. Before sitting, she reached lifted her skirt awkwardly, and pried Kal from her vagina. He was sopping wet, but better him than her panties. Lifting him by the legs once more, she brought him up, reorienting him head up, and then slid him into her bra. With her low neckline, he was able to stand, head and shoulders over the dip. She hopped into the car and twisted the ignition.

'First of all, we need to go over the plan one more time. And second, you need to take a shower Kal. You smell like you've spent the night in a brothel.'

Kal waited patiently in her brazier. He could smell the blend of acrid and sweet that coated him from the dive within Anna earlier. He enjoyed it.

Every day seemed to be full of surprises. Kal knew now that he could actually fall from quite a height, and it really didn't hurt. He likened it to a bug jumping off a fence, but it made sense, objects didn't fall faster because they were larger. Gravity didn't work that way. And his body, despite its size, was just as well supported to take impact as a full sized person, the force of landing was quite proportional. He had actually tested it extensively. When Anna left him alone in the room at home, he had taken the opportunity to test the limits. He had tried the small jump from atop a pillow onto the bed. Compared to his height, it had seemed like jumping off a fence onto a soft pad. Yet it was more like stepping off a sidewalk onto pavement back when he was large; he hadn't even noticed it.

So he had become more brazen, exploring the bedroom despite his limited capacity. After the pillow dive he went big. He remembered looking off the side of the mattress at the carpet below. The tiny fibres seemed so distant. Favoring logic, and throwing caution to the wind, he spread his arms like a diver and pushed off. In midair, he flipped to his back. It was odd, watching the gigantic matted forest of plush strands zoom towards him, watching the bedspread disappear into the sky. Yet a moment later, there he lay, complete unharmed, resting supine on the carpet. The mountainous wooden table sprouted a few feet from him, and the colossal mattress with its flowing white sheets and sky-blue blanket mimicking clouds far above. Perhaps the metaphor was overdone, as in hopes of continuing to practice, he had managed to scale the base, mattress, and return to the sheets in a matter of minutes. He was easily able to grip small holds in the material, previously invisible strands and indents forming grips that he used in the ascent. Somehow, knowing that he could actually fall from such a height was a huge relief. Kal worried initially that everything in his expanded world would be cumbersome and dangerous. It was nice to know that physics, at the very least, still applied.

He had shown Anna his new trick when she had come home that evening. She returned, looking oddly energetic after her long day of lectures, and had seen him there standing near the precipice. When he had turned around, back facing the open expanse, her expression had suddenly changed to fear. Kal waved, then leant back, falling of the back of his heels, letting them slowly tilt until he was rushing down to the carpet once more. Her footfalls were thunderous despite the carpet as she rushed to catch him. She had failed, and was prostrate on the carpet inches away from where he landed. Kal quickly stood and waved.

'Holy fuck Kal. How the, what the, fuck, you scared me!'

Kal laughed, keeping his gestures dramatic for her benefit. His hands were on his hip, head back, guffawing like the sure champion of some ancient bout. Her expression eased in short order.

'So wait, you can, just jump off the bed? I guess that makes sense. So maybe if I do this...'

Kal was given no notice. Anna already had her hand underneath him, palm open. He was on all fours, trying to stay balanced. It was in vain. As soon as he thought he was stable, he was flying through the air, high above the bed. Anna had stood as she tossed him, and while he awkwardly spun in midair, unable to maintain any position, she had her chest directly underneath. Kal had plateaued, finally beginning his descent, only to be greeted with a face full of flesh. Anna was giggling.

'Smooth landing, no?'

Kal rolled, sitting with his feet partway down the incline of her breast. The view was magical. He nodded.

His mind rushed back to the present, reawakened by a particularly strong whiff of himself. The light was dim in her bra. It streamed in mostly from above, but some came through her thin top and the layer of supportive cloth that swaddled her chest. There was actually a bit of extra room for him to maneuver, only the wire below was unyielding. The remainder of his chamber could be molded, both her skin and the brazier itself compressible at his touch. Today, however, it wasn't just cream colored fabric that lined anterior portion. Anna had taped several sheets on the inside, a veritable wall of humongous letters and drawings that were her cheat-sheet. She obviously couldn't remove it during her test, or turn it inside out and search for answers. Flexing her neck awkwardly and staring at her own chest repeatedly was also an unlikely option, even if she could see small bits of information. Instead, she was leaving the heist to him. Kal was ready.

'Everyone, you should have your tests now. Please begin writing, you have fourty five minutes!'

The voice came from some distance, the professor at the front of the lecture theatre.

'You ready Kal?' she whispered. He looked up, but her head was still looking straight ahead. He poked himself just out the cut of her white top. On her desk were several mechanical pencils, nubbed with erasers. Also sitting atop the small polished top was her paper, and a bubble sheet. Anna had already filled in her name, and had the test sheet tipped upwards so he could read. Her hand gripped one of the pencils, absentmindedly tapping it, then stopping to circle the correct letter on the multiple choice test. She kept her writing to the test at first, ignoring the bubbled answer form. He could feel her breathing tense, sharper inhales and longer exhales. She was shaking her leg as well, and much of the sensation massaged his feet and back. He huddled there, his back leaning easily into her breast while he read. His view was often obscured by her hand as she made small notes, or circled another answer to be transferred later. Nine questions down, Anna had been breezing through them. The girl is smart, Kal mused, wonder why she wanted my help? His question was soon answered, as Anna paused her pencil tip on question ten. She began circling the list of answers, but didn't actually choose one, pencil tip hovering far enough to not actually mar the paper. Game time.

Her hand withdrew to the side of the paper, holding it firmly, allowing Kal to reread the question.

'Gilled mushrooms are a form of fungi falling into which classification Order?'

'A - Agaricales'

'B – Capnodiales'

'C – Eurotiales'

'D - Hypocreales'

Reaffirming the selections, Kal shifted himself, away from the cut of her shirt and back towards the notes she had plastered. Her arm returned to motion, continuing to work on the test while he putzed about. He looked to the outer corner. There were several strange names he didn't recognize, but it was the only paper lining the cup that he considered relevant. The others were diagramatic explanations of fungal systems, growth parameters, interactions with other organisms, nothing useful. He read the notes attached to the list.

'Fungi, by common location.'

Crap. It wasn't here. Still, that meant that if he was going to find the answer...

Kal lowered himself into a crouched position. With a start, he pressed off his toes, dashing through the awkward walls. Quickly approaching the cut of her shirt, he forced him legs into the inner mound of her breast and pressed, hard. He launched. No longer confined in her shirt, he sailed past her neckline. His only dilemma was the simple fact that her breasts were rounded. Thus when he did leap, he leapt diagonally, not straight across. Kal twisted himself midair, he was too far out from her shirt to actually make a landing inside the other cup, and so he grabbed at her top. Taking it in his hands, he hung there, clearly visible to anyone who happened to walk by. Anna must have felt his maneuver, as she quickly leaned forward to the table. Her breasts impacted on the table and Kal was thrown. The flesh splatted down, contacting the table and spreading out. Then it recoiled, and a mound of her breast anchored beneath him boosted him upwards. He held firm to her shirt, dangling by his hands, and was shot up and over about the point. His back contacted her opposite breast, and she raised herself straight once more. The skin began once more to slope downwards, the breast no longer supported on the table, and Kal went sliding into the pocket of her brazier. He breathed a sigh of much deserved relief, then continued to scan around. This cup too was well decorated with clippings of biology information. Kal found the list he needed: 'Fungi, by characteristic appearance. Gilled: Agaricales'

Kal took his fists and closed them around her nipple. He squeezed with full force, just once. After a few seconds, he squeezed again, once. From outside the bra, her arm shifted towards the paper, and Kal heard her flip the paper back to recheck the list. Head returning to glance from the opposite side of her chest, he watched her circle 'A'.

Next, Anna flipped the paper in front of him. She turned to a page, but the answers were no longer multiple choice. Anna hadn't told him about any other kind of questions being on the test. Did she need his help again? She groaned, sending low vibrations through her clavicle that hummed against his neck. Kal focused in on the question.

'Draw the root system formed by the banana fungus, Fusarium.'

How the hell was he going to answer this one? He did see a nearby diagram, a series of lines and labels that was of moderate complexity. Scanning for a minute, Kal tried to commit it to memory. Now what? He rapped his hand against her chest once more, digging it into the fatty hill.

'Students, this is your ten minute warning. Papers are due at nine forty five.'

Anna's reaction was not what he expected. Kal moved closer to the edge of her neckline, but when he pocked his head out, her fingers quickly wrapped around him, pulling him from the pocket in a smooth motion. Her fingers twisted, index down and middle finger up, causing him to flip with her grip. Her thumb and index now grasped his legs, holding them extended. Kal knew better than to flail. He just had to wait and ascertain her intent. He was carried over to the side of the table, partially obscured by her hand, and then lowered. Directly below him was a mechanical pencil, and the tip was broken off. A thin piece of the graphite rest there, it had to be the answer. Once it came into reach, he took it up and held it close to his chest, dirtying himself with a film of gray. Then he was flying across the desk, legs held taught together by her grip. He kept his head down, facing the paper. He was momentarily suspended above the blank question, then slowly lowered down near the upper middle of the page. Kal held the material firm, expecting to be put down. But when he approached, her grip remained firm, and her hand rested on the heel of her hand, like she was holding a pencil.

It clicked. Despite being on angle, Kal held out the graphite and began to draw. He began with the top of the root system, scribbling in the uppermost section of the branching pattern. Yet his reach was far too limited. Not wanting to lift his arms and revoke his disguise, Kal pointed the tip of the graphite to the left. Her hand began to slide across the paper, painstakingly slow. It was perfect for Kal, though, and he drew additional details in as he moved. The intricate system began to develop. He pointed down the page, and added the small circles to be labeled at the end. Right, slowly, up, slowly. Done.

He was lifted from the page, given a bird's eye view of the result. His lack of artistic talent shone through, but it was definitely the picture from her cup. She paused him there, and Kal fought the urge to look about the room. Head still pointed down, he glimpsed the feet of students to either side of Anna, perhaps five feet away. She lowered him again, zooming in towards one of his circles. With his impromptu pencil tip he drew as she dragged, an extended line to be labeled. He lifted up to denote the end, and then scrawled out the gigantic letters. Once he had the entire word out, he was hoisted, and the process repeated. It took at least five minutes, but they would make it, Kal figured. No sooner than the last circle was labeled, he was thrown inwards as Anna's hand moved to scratch at her neck. The graphite in his grip was lost, falling uselessly down to the side of the desk. Palm facing herself and hiding him from view, she released him there, and Kal returned to his hiding place. He felt the warm gale of her next sigh, her bottom lip pulled inwards to redirect the flow down on her chest. His legs were sore from her grip, but it would pass. Kal lay horizontally, and pulled the fabric of her bra back in close, hiding the light draping in from above. Head craned around the base of her bosom, he closed his eyes for a power nap.

'That's it everyone, give your pencils a rest.'

He couldn't have said it better himself.

Anna met Rachel after the exam. It was back to the Campus Bean, coffee shop for the student in need of that extra zip. Their usual spot was open. Rachel had a stupid grin on her face. They still waited in line to give their orders. Anna wanted to try the pumpkin latte, a perfect treat for a perfect test. She held her hand to her chest momentarily, letting her fingers brush against Kal's spot in her left cup, right at the base. He hadn't moved much in the last fifteen minutes. Had she squished him too hard? Kal rolled over, shifting under her fingertip. Nope, just sleeping. She was still used to hearing his heavy breaths next to her on the pillow, but she couldn't hear even a peep coming from his pillowy perch.

'I saw him. Kal.' whispered Rachel. She was standing right beside Anna in line. They stood just behind an overweight man, un-groomed and likely un-showered considering his odor. He was ordering his triple-triple as Rachel brushed close and spoke. She hadn't even turned her head, apparently she figured it a sensitive enough topic to avoid drawing attention.

Anna's expression was less than concealing. She swallowed hard, a glob of saliva blebbing in her throat as it descended. She swore she felt it cut off her air. It passed. She let her voice draw low.

'I simply have no idea what you are talking about.' Anna replied.

'Kal. He's in your bra right now. I saw him during the test. Ingenious idea by the way.'

Anna raised her eyebrow slightly, feigning ignorance with a shrug.

'He was in your bra Anna, I watched you pick him up. You do realize that most pencils aren't shaped like a naked man. And most pencils don't draw diagrams by themselves.'

She let her face go blank. Crap.

'Oh don't look so spooked Anna, nobody else noticed. I was just, gleaning a bit of extra information off your page. Thank goodness you brought him, that was a ridiculous question. No way I would have gotten the answer.'

Anna pushed out a sigh. She let the exhale flow slowly, not wanting to make any extra sound in response. The man in front had just turned away from the counter, having subsequently ordered two extra blueberry muffins. Disgusting how much some people would eat.

'And for you ladies? What can I get you?' he said. The barista was a young man, likely another student. He wore the green apron well, it hung around toned shoulders and hugged his thin abdomen. He was smiling wide. That wasn't unusual, most of the men behind the counter made a point of extra cheer when cute girls came to the front. It was a dance that she had seen far too often. His name-tag read Kyle.

'Sure, we'll get a pumpkin latte, ahh-umm, a cappucino and a white chocolate scone.' said Anna.

'That'll be 8.95, on debit?'

Anna already had her card in hand, freshly popped from her wallet, deep inside her purse. She nodded, watching the small machine confirming her purchase.

'Mmm, nice one Anna. I love white chocolate.' said Rachel.

They stood off to the side, watching the whirs and hiss as two others behind the counter prepared their drinks. The steaming beverages came in classy, wide topped china on saucers on a tray. The scone was microwaved, and it was dripping little streams of molten white chocolate down either side. Anna lifted the tray and moved to her seat by the window. The sun was draping in, a contrast to the over zealous air conditioning within. It felt nice, slowly heating her right arm as she sat. Rachel already had her mug in hand, drawing it to her glossed lips.

'C'mon admit it Anna. That was Kal right?'

Anna looked left and right, perhaps a bit too suspiciously. An exuberant smile followed.

'Yea! Wasn't it awesome? I am a genius.'

'Hah!' Rachel replied, 'Cheater!'

'Hypocrite.' Anna retorted.

Anna could still feel Kal stiff in her hand, urging her left and right as he drew on the paper, dangled upside down. If she remembered gymnastics class well enough, and she did, he must have had a wicked head rush. She reached for the scone set in near the middle of the table and ripped off a corner chunk for herself. The chocolate was beginning to cool, but still smudged her fingers as they bit into the plump texture. Anna brought it to her mouth and bit down, purposefully taking too much and letting the crumbs fall down her neckline.

'Well I'm glad you've finally started to enjoy yourself a bit more, Anna. You seemed so worried about the whole thing two days ago.'

'Mrhmph.'

'For god sakes Anna, do you always talk with your mouth full.'

'Nuh uh, ner awuz, juz win im urteen.'

Rachel laughed.

'Nice move with the crumbs by the way, now you just look like a slob, rather than a girl who shrunk her boyfriend and is letting him eat table scraps.'

Anna nodded, swallowing down the huge bite in two goes. Even though nobody else would think twice, it still was exciting to sneak food to her tiny boyfriend, tucked in her bra, right in front of everybody. She was still smiling.

'So we're still doing board games tonight? Your place right? Eight thirty?'

'Yup. Ivy and Sam are coming too. We're playing that game Kal got me a few months ago. Demon's Den.'

'Isn't that kind of nerdy?' Rachel scoffed.

'No way! Okay maybe a bit, but I love that stuff. Besides, you said you wanted to see Kal right? What better way to show him off?'

'You wouldn't! Aren't you afraid that Ivy 'n Sam will notice?'

'Hmm, maybe, but I'm already showing you. I guess two more won't hurt, they are going to find out eventually. But I'm still going to try to make it inconspicuous.'

'What happened to not wanting anyone else to know? What did that woman at the store say to you?'

Anna shrugged calmly.

'To enjoy myself. And I intend to.'

Anna had slaved all afternoon, but it was getting close. She lay down yet another small piece.

'What do you think Kal?' she asked?

He stood on the table, inches from her hand. He was stooped over, plucking up the tiny green bit of fabric, pinning it around his shoulder. Then he lifted his arms and flexed his biceps. Anna nearly spat as she giggled, little bits of saliva blurting from her lips and spinning to the desk top.

'Oh yes. Aren't we just the most handsome man around?' Anna said, letting her arm rest on the table beside him. She flexed her bicep.

'Care to arm wrestle sir? Winner gets the last rib from Sunday?'

He nodded, and she placed her hand down en face next to him. She left it there, motionless. Kal approached, small but confident, and pressed his right hand to her palm, then he pushed. Anna felt a bit of pressure, her hand didn't move. She yawned dramatically. Kal leaned himself sideways, using his body weight to build additional force. Anna swore she saw him make a tiny imprint in her skin. Her hand remained still. Kal placed his opposite hand beside the first, and then leaned into both, his face growing red as he struggled.

'Oh! I think I felt it move. So close Kal, so close.'

Anna gave him a tiny shove and he fell back, flat on his ass.

'Best two out of three?'

He rolled forward onto his knees, pressed off one hand and stood. His attire only added to the humor. He looked directly up at her, fierce heat in his eyes. Then Kal turned as if to walk away. He took ten steps back, almost taking himself to the edge of the desk. Then he spun, shifting down into a sprinting position. He launched, pressing off his back foot, accelerating into a mad dash. His legs furiously scrambling, Anna watched with a curious smile as he raced towards her hand. He leapt, and she heard a blood curdling scream. Well, it was more of a long squeak, but she imagined it was a passionate squeak. Flying nearly two inches from the streaky wooden desk top, Kal hurtled towards her hand, still yelling. He crashed into it in full force, slapping against it with a sudden thunk. It didn't move. Not even a bit. Kal slumped to the ground below, breathing heavy and staring directly at the white ceiling.

'Well, that was dramatic. Why, you practically made an indent!'

He kept panting, resting beside her pinky finger. Anna lifted her hand up, then circled around his chest and brought him to his feet.

'Well at least you look cute. I'm sure the ladies won't be able to keep their hands off you.'

Kal brushed at his clothes, wiping off invisible dirt and lost pride. He was dressed in a Robin-Hood-esque garb, classic Errol Flynn. His green shirt and pants were set with thin brown leather vest and arm guards. The details were simplistic but fantastic. Kal had added tiny buttons from bits of thick gravel, and had fashioned a dagger from a piece of the grooming set, originally intended to clean underneath Anna's fingernails. It sat on his hip, strapped to a small leather belt. A thin twig, strung together at both ends by floss formed his bow. It sat a few Kal-sized paces away, next to a folded scrap of brown leather that was his hat. They couldn't find a small enough feather, so it was adorned with a bit of glitter coated plastic that Kal had sectioned to mimic the finery. Given more time, Anna was sure it could have been improved, but it was already past seven, and Kal wasn't even ready.

'Alright Kal, get your gear on. We need to finish the final steps.'

He grabbed up the hat and bow. He plopped the bit on his head and slung the twig to a chest strap that held it on his back. It was actually one of the first ideas she had decided on after speaking with Candy at the store. She wanted to include Kal in as much as she could, even if it took work. A true giantess would want to play with her pets, her toys. Anna just thought it was awful cute, and the metaphor was perfect. So she had purchased a small bottle of the polymer that Cherry offered for creating sexual objects out of tiny men. It was offered as a semi-permanent do-it-yourself solution for the artsy giantess. It could be safely spread on skin, dried into a thick plastic sheen with heat, and would hold firm until hydrated.

'Stand on the paper, hero-boy, and show me what you got.' Anna teased.

Kal walked onto a sheet of blank white printer paper. Set near the center, he grabbed the bow off his back and held it out in front of himself. He snatched an additional nib from a toothpick and nocked it, drawing the bow towards his shoulder. Then he froze, head turned slightly to the right, face set in cool expression. Anna brought the bottle closer, and unscrewed the top. It doubled as a brush, and she dipped it several times into the clear-gray slop. She brought it next to his shoulders and began to paint, watching the excess drip down his green shirt and fall to the paper. Anna swirled the brush under his armpits and knees, used vertical strokes to coat his back and chest. Dipping it back in, she retrieved the brush with renewed glaze and swished it between his legs and over booted feet. Finally, she wiped it down his arms and hands, keeping her face bent to close to inspect him and assure a complete coating. She left his face unmarred, but used the brush with careful intent to circle his neck, the side and the top of his head. Anna had no intention of someone grabbing him by the neck and accidentally hurting Kal, so the polymer would add support and keep him erect. Satisfied with her project, Anna walked over to the wall socket and plugged in her hair dryer. She held the red instrument in one hand, and used the other to test the heat. It would work well on low, she decided, which only left one step.

'Take a deep breath Kal, this should only take a few seconds, but you'll need enough room in there to keep breathing.'

He did so, inhaling deep, then letting out a small amount, preventing his chest from appearing looking ludicrously puffed out. She turned the fan of warm air directly into his path, and began circling him. Anna was sure to angle it in every direction, taking time to work it from above and bent low to the table to harden his feet and legs. Finally, the liquid transitioned to a clear lustre. She pressed her fingernail against him. Solid. Perfect.

'I hate this game, I always have to play the Warrior,' said Sam.

'You just hate losing, and you lose because you never grab the right weapon.' said Rachel.

Sam huffed.

'Fine, I'll umm, I'll attack the Archer with my battle axe. Hope you are ready to lose Anna.'

'Oh bring it girl.'

Sam took the two red die and rolled. A six and a three, a great roll. Damn. Sam grinned mischievously.

'Alright, alright. Nice roll. Here goes.'

Anna took the blue die in hand, she got to use three, but she needed at least one six, or she'd lose, regardless of her total. Each weapon had a special ability in Demon's Den. She closed her hands and kissed her curled fingers. Then she tossed... five, five, two.

'Ha! Gotcha! Gimme' your gold!' chortled Sam. She took her warrior figurine and slammed its open left fist against Kal's chest. He toppled sideways, supported by his draw arm, bow now horizontal to the ground. He slid towards the side of the board, then lay there, motionless. That... probably stung, thought Anna. She returned him to a standing position, back at her home base. He would respawn next round. She handed Sam two pieces of gold for her victory, small laminated cardboard chips from a red bowl, her team color.

'Don't worry Anna, I'll avenge you!' said Rachel, 'My turn. I'm taking out the basilisk and then I'm coming for you Sam.'

Rachel moved her piece into position, just behind the basilisk figure. It was a lizard-like monster, low to the board, with a short wide tail. Rachel's hero token was an Assassin, hunched over and carrying two punching katar. She rolled her three die, plus an extra yellow one for her special ability. She tossed.

'C'mon six, c'mon six, c'mon six! Yes!' yelled Rachel, watching the yellow die come up with a perfect roll. When that happened, she was given an instant kill, and an extra turn.

'Told ya Anna, get ready Ivy, you're next.'

Rachel took her treasure from slaying the beast. It was a card with a ruby on the front. It counted towards her treasure total, one of the possible win conditions for this round. The goal was to delve towards the far edge of the dungeon, in direct competition with the other team, and slay the tough creature there. One could do this in a number of ways, but most involved killing your opponents hero and sending it back to the beginning, ensuring a safe distance between yourself and the trailing enemies. Alternative paths existed, such as special teleports, abilities, shortcuts and the like. The girls tended towards the all-out brawl though. Except for Ivy.

'I'm moving to here,' said Rachel, hopping her character several spaces, around a rock wall and into a narrow hallway, 'and attacking Ivy's Wizard.'

Ivy watched closely, then flipped up a card from her character board. It contained that characters items, potions, treasure, and special abilities.

'I'll use Banish. That makes it our turn then.'

Ivy showed them the card. Rachel would be locked into position this round and lose her next. She wouldn't be vulnerable to attack, but with Anna back at home, it meant they would get far ahead with relatively low resistance. Anna worked her fingers around Kal's green shirt and chest strap, absentmindedly rubbing him in a twisting motion, rotating his legs back and forth on the game board as she did. Her eyes were focused on Ivy's move.

'Then I'll be taking the key for the special passage,' said Ivy, moving her Wizard several paces down the hall and retrieving a Key card, 'and passing my turn back to Anna.'

Ivy's wizard wasn't the classic fantasy description. Instead of an old man, doubled over with the trials of age and spinal stenosis, armed with his orb and staff, her version was far less destitute. A tall figurine, with jet black hair and a groomed beard, armed with a longsword, drawn from a flowing cloak that hid several pouches portrayed her battle mage. All the figurines were of custom design, part of the game involved choosing a character set to play with, ordering small figurines online, and then using a small paint set to design your ideal character. Kal had loved the fantasy elements, heroes and demons. The girls favored the artsy side, painting the finest of details on their favorite hero, and enjoying the detailed fantasy setting. Either way it was nerdy, but it was also incredibly entertaining. Rachel tended towards frustration and nonsense plays, devoted entirely to revenge killing and crushing victories. Sam's strategy almost never made sense, it seemed like she didn't know what she wanted to do, it made her hard to predict. Ivy played strategically, an in depth dance of tricky moves and sneaking maneuvers that led to her team usually winning. Anna liked to think she had a balance of pure fun and strategy, but most importantly, she liked to kill Ivy. She always squirmed when her well laid plans fell wayside. It was silly, but incredibly entertaining.

Anna began her turn by flipping a card.

'I'll use Assist, and move to Rachel.'

Anna watched Ivy's expression. She was already wiggling in her chair, as if she couldn't quite find a comfortable spot. Her leg began shaking restlessly. Rachel's eyes lit up as she understood the intended play. Anna winked at her.

'And then use my longbow to snipe the Wizard.'

'Fine,' said Ivy, flipping another card, 'I'll counter with Deflect.'

It was her last card, and Rachel knew it. She flipped her secondary ability card.

'Truestrike.'

Ivy snorted. Sam's lips were tightly bound as she focused on the board. Anna wondered if she even understood the play.

'Roll defense Ivy. Good luck.'

Ivy needed doubles, any two of the same numbers. The Wizard had low defensive stats, and only received two blue die. Her chances were one in six. And with a quick shake, she tossed. Lady luck wasn't on her side.

'Pow! Ivy down!' said Anna, plucking at Kal's strung bow. Ivy removed her character from play and returned it back to their starting area, off in the corner, before snatching her wine glass and taking a casual drink. It turned into a long, slow drink, empty glass with small drips of red pooling in the bottom coming back down against the table next to her character board.

'Nice shot Kal!' said Rachel.

'Huh?' grunted Sam, 'Where's Kal?'

Rachel slapped her hands to her mouth. She had likely had one too many. Anna shot her a nasty look.

'Umm, nothing, I umm, meant to say pal!'

Her charade was terrible. Ivy was already looking closer at Anna, and then at her game piece. With nails painted jet-black to match her hair, Ivy lifted Kal to her face. She examined the solid coating, and then moved her fingers around his legs, flipping him upside down. He landed sideways in her palm. Anna reached to stop her.

'She's right. Your new piece really does look like Kal. That's a little creepy Anna. Speaking of which, where is he? I know you said it was girls only, but usually he's hanging around somewhere.' said Ivy.

Sam was smiling as Ivy replaced Kal back on the board, next to the Assassin. Rachel let out a long sigh, and Anna revoked her dark scowl, retreating her hand as Ivy replaced the piece.

Anna contemplated lying. Ivy and Sam already looked suspiciously at her. It wasn't going to work, she was terrible at deception. Thanks, Rachel.

'I, umm, wow. This is kind of a long story, but, this is Kal,' said Anna, pointing at the Archer sitting on the board. Everyone looked surprised, even Rachel. Why should Anna be embarrassed? Sure, having a miniaturized boyfriend was ridiculous, and dressing him up and then turning him into a figurine was a bit, weird, but Kal was hers. She was the giantess. Of course, only Rachel knew what all that entailed.

'Kal and I decided to have him shrunk down. A store downtown named Cherry does it. Kal had always wanted to, so we agreed. I just thought to include him in the game tonight with a bit of dress-up.'

Sam burst out laughing. Ivy just held a cold look. Ivy had an intense streak, but she had been Anna's friend for a few months now. They had all met in a group project, studying rain forest ecology. Her dark hair hung down, her face in a beautiful yet eerie frame. Sam's blonde hair was in a simple ponytail as always, with several hairs half tied down, fluttering out in messy fashion. It bounced on her neck as she held her bursting ribs.

'I can't, ahahaha, believe, that, aaaah, that... woooooaaah!' said Sam, tilting past the point of no return. She landed on her back and rolled out of the chair. Lying on the ground, she continued her giggle fit.

'So let me get this straight. Kal, your boyfriend, is now three inches tall, dressed like a fantasy hero, and playing Demon's Den with us,' Ivy paused, 'So why can't he move?'

'Oh, I painted him with this stuff I bought at the shop, I figured it would be more realistic if he kept still while we played.'

'So when does he go back to full size?' queried Ivy. She was leaning forward on both elbows, caught up in the conversation.

'I... well I can't change him back. It's permanent. Forever.'

Ivy gasped. Sam finally recovered herself and was beginning to stand.

'So what do you guys do together? Can he talk? How do you guys...' she cut herself off partway. Rachel decided to add her two cents.

'Oh that's easy Ivy. Anna just shoves him up her cunt and Kal wiggles until she's done with him.'

Ivy was biting her lip. The gesture was odd, so foreign compared to her usual calm. She licked her lip, but seemed entirely unaware of the action. Anna tried to still herself. This wasn't what she had hoped for. She expected some commotion, but didn't realize how dramatic the news would come across. Sam shot her hand out and snatched Kal from the board, then held him up to her face.

'I for one, think he looks very cute and well dressed for a man of his stature. I'm kinda jealous actually.'

Ivy watched Kal closely. He wasn't moving, still frozen still under a layer of the solid polymer. All except his face; Kal had begun making moving his eyes and mouth, but unable to speak, he was still a silent observer. After an awkward pause, Ivy looked back to Anna. Her pupils were dilated wide.

'So, Anna?' Ivy asked, the words drawling and shy, 'How do I get one?'

 Kal was neck deep. Anna had set him in a plain glass of warm water, just on the edge. She was finally relaxing. The girls had gone home, the exam was finished, and she was indulging in a well deserved bath. With all the trimmings, she mused. Bubble bath, check. Luffa, check. Boyfriend thawing off heat-sealing polymer for a giantess in training, check. She rest her hand on the surface, then waved it through the layer of pink foam that had burst up in tall order. Anna let them coat her arm, even taking some and bringing it to her shoulders, padding more and more on. Shoulder plates for the bubble giantess. Like some kind of super hero.

'How you doing in there Kal? Move yet?' she asked.

He wiggled a little bit more than the last attempt, but his arms was still held awkwardly in front, clenched to the twig bow. It would come off eventually, Anna guessed that it might take another half hour at most. Not a bad invention, she figured. After all, it wasn't invented for creating board game miniatures out of miniature men. She hummed to herself, old school seventies Billy Joel and his piano vibrating her lips. It was nice to relax. Damn nice.

'So Kal, I figured since I have you here, we should have a quick chat.'

His body was distorted to an odd angle, the light passing through the water and the glass wall depicting him as would a fun house mirror. He still couldn't move, but he blinked.

'I've really been trying these last few days. To be a giantess, your giantess. But I just wanted to hear it, well maybe see it, from you. Am I doing it right?'

He blinked again, twice in rapid succession. Was that a no? She probably should have agreed on signals beforehand. Kal wore a grin. That didn't help.

'Okay, hmm. Blinking isn't working for me Kal. Can you move your neck?'

Kal twisted his neck a bit to the left, a few degrees at most, then it held stiff.

'Alright, sit tight. Smile for good, frown for bad. We'll go with that.'

He smiled.

'Like I was saying... am I doing it right? I talked with Candy on my last visit. She told me that you were my property, and I should treat you like a toy, or at most a helpless servant. Is that what you want?'

Kal's expression went blank. Well that didn't help. Men were terrible at open conversations, and the yes or no dichotomy wasn't helping. He clearly wanted to say something, explain something more complex. It wasn't going to work.

'Okay. Umm. Damn this is hard! Let me try this. Candy suggested that I use you for whatever I liked, no holding back, anything or everything I desired. But I kind of like playing with you, like a team. A size-shifted duo, heart set in a world of adventure and opportunity. Do you like that side of things?'

Kal smiled this time, a happy toothy grin.

'Good. But then what about the other side of the fantasy? I've been reading online you know.'

Anna watched his face. He held a neutral expression this time. Was that a response or did he expect more? Anna lifted her toes out of the water to cool them off. They splashed pink bubbly goodness onto the lip of the bath, and it dripped down onto the floor. Her toes were more than half his height, and she held them there, next to his container. She wanted to ask someone twice the size of her toe if he wanted to try... darker things.

'I've seen the pictures, video clips, the stories. I actually found them by checking your browser history a few weeks ago. None of them involved math tests or board games.'

Kal transitioned to a smile at the hint of his online interests, but then waited patiently for her to continue.

'So like, one was an anime girl. She was lying on her back with her...' Anna tripped on the word. It felt strange to discuss Kal's porn history to him while he lay trapped in a half-full glass prison. Was she trapping him?

'Her asshole was pointed up. And it was lubricated, and it was shiny. She took a tiny man and put his feet against it, and then it opened up, and then she pressed his shoulders and he slid, and then she pressed his head and he disappeared.' she blurted. Anna still remembered the short clip. The petite blonde woman with the shiny butt winked at the camera after he was inserted, her fingers smudged with a slick dab of some unknown lubricant. The tiny man was completely gone, not even a wiggle, not a ripple of those rounded anime cheeks. Just ass food.

Caught in her own recollection, Anna's view had fogged. She blinked several times, letting a few tears clear her vision. Kal was smiling, sort of. It could have just been unease. Either way, it wasn't the jubilant grin from before. Yet something was different. His green pants housed a familiar pouching that Anna had seen so many times before. Clearly he was intrigued. She must have not applied enough seal between his legs. While Anna tried to quell her own arousal, that faint tremor of excitement that graced between her inner thighs, she couldn't suppress her curious glee at the thought of Kal wanting to participate in something so... naughty.

'That wasn't the only one I saw Kal. There was another, with the girl in the tiny plaid skirt. She stripped off her bra and teased her boyfriend about fulfilling his fantasy. She asked him if he wanted to join the fat of her breasts, or her ass. After he was swallowed, before he was squeezed out as waste. Does that turn you on?'

Kal's neck was finally gaining flexibility. His chin dipped down then relaxed upwards. A nod.

'Personally Kal, I think you are much more handsome as Robin Hood. Somehow Kal the slimy brown log lacks the same appeal. So how about one more flagpole litmus test? There was a giant woman who captured a teeny tiny man. She took him and placed him in a tiny little ball. You could see through it, just enough to watch as she defecated, smothering him in a pile of her excrement. Then she dropped it into the trash.'

It was incredibly strange being so candid. So explicit. Yet, it felt liberating. Kal's response, though mute, was plainly written in his eyes and from the tip of his extended phallus, desperately attempting to tear through the green fabric. Anna remembered being disgusted when she saw the last video. It was vulgar, vile, horrid, putrid, mortifying, but... now that she was the giantess, somehow, possible. Her body quivered despite the heat, sending out rippling waves that speckled the water's bubbly surface. She loved the adventure that Kal's new stature had unfolded, and she wanted to see how far it would go. Still, baby steps. Somehow she doubted that online fantasy and reality held a strong connection. Yet when teasing Kal, she felt entitled with full leeway to use anything, say anything, imply anything. Anna wrapped her toes around the right knob, twisting it counter clockwise, ceasing the scalding flow of hot water. Kal had finally loosed his arms, and was beginning to scuff at the remaining gel that clung to his outfit. Watching her boyfriend wading there, Anna reclined her head, settling back to her surreal daydream. A tiny man could be anything, with a dirty mind or a rampant imagination. Paper airplane pilot, butt plug, decorative paperweight, vibrator, full service tooth brush, lint cleaner, chew toy...

Given a day after seeing Kal in his shrunken state, Ivy still felt an odd pang in her chest. She was nervous? It didn't feel quite the same. Every time she thought about seeing Kal, dressed as Robin Hood, held up like a teensy toy on her palm... it was like watching a movie from her childhood. Ivy still remembered reading fairy tales about the gentle giant, helping the village, protecting its people, falling in love with a fragile man. She wanted to say she was just envious, jealous that Anna had found something so magical, had someone who wanted to share a fantasy, to live happily ever after. It defied her usual logic, it was primal, and Ivy felt the throb again, this time lower down. It was a foreign whirlwind, one that threatened to leave her breathless and distraught. And yet, enjoyable, intoxicating, she was watching her youthful dreams unfold. But staying to the sidelines, watching vicariously, it felt like a mistake. She wanted what they had, but she wanted it for herself. Someone so brave and curious as Kal was, yet who wanted her to be the gentle giantess. Someone who wanted her as their caretaker, lover, dominant, and friend.

She was resting in her own bedroom. It reflected the split of her ability and her fantasy. Her oversized, stuffed teddy Rocky cradled a physics text. Her desk was immaculately lined with a series of pencils, each capped with a rainbow unicorn head eraser. Her favorite pillow was a dolphin named Bon-Hwa. He was plush, light ocean blue, with a soft white underbelly, playful beady eyes and a smile. They had been together as long as she could remember.

Ivy knew that she came across as intense. It felt different to her. Every time she was faced with an obstacle, it became an adventure to overcome. A dragon that needed slaying. She had to rally her mind and her ability each time, designing a creative way to defeat such a barrier. Yet she kept this side private, and all anyone saw was the shy, intense exterior. Her gears turned, the fantasy buried deep within a complex series of neurons, never displayed to those who watched with simple eyes. It wasn't that real life was too boring, she wasn't crazy. The real world had always inspired her to great things, to great heights, and to want more. And so she turned full circle, retreating back to cuddle with Bon-Hwa, nestled at the head of the bed with a lengthy novel.

The path that she followed only led her back to that same place. She had seen fantasy and reality merge, blended seamlessly in an unimaginable way. Ivy merely wanted to be included. She wanted to be thrust inside that world, with companions who saw it for wondrous place it was. But that someone wouldn't be Kal, she needed someone to call her own. Someone to perch atop her shoulder, to stare off into a magnificent sunset, nestled close to her nape. And the only person she knew who had ever found one... was Anna.

'No, no, no, no, no!' said Sam, 'Anna you are doing it all wrong.'

Anna watched her with frustration. Sam really was good with this kind of things. Ask the girl to do multiplication, and expect to find that two by two makes forty three. But ask to her to make something, something that she could feel, something she could see, and it came to life. It was incredible.

'See, like this.' said Sam, holding up her creation. She had just added the final touches, a series of flaps that trailed off the back of a flattened piece of durable thick paper. It was decalled Tiny Fury II, the flaming letters stenciled along the side of a thin midsection. A lightweight, hollow plastic crossbar jutted to either side, suspended slightly from the central panel. Two expansive triangular wings, each in turn stabilized with tapered tips and tilted upwards for additional hang time, comprised the top view. Nothing about it was simple. It was a paper hang-gliding-plane, and it looked awesome.

Anna held her hands aside, watching Sam delicately fold the tiny edges, test the crossbar for security, and nodding in satisfaction. She held it between two fingers, careful not to crush the individual components as she thrust it back and forth in large swoops, the plane rushing about her head in theatric arcs.

'It's perfect Anna. So where is our pilot?'

'He's just getting dressed, he'll knock when he's ready.'

'Well he needs to hurry up, I don't got all day to play with tiny dandies like you do. Oy Kal! Look alive Charlie, we got bogies on our six, come in wing commander, wing commander do you read me?'

The top drawer of Anna's nightstand housed Charlie, umm, Kal, their intended pilot slash test dummy. Sam had already come prepared, having designed an intricate outfit for him to test her new creation. Anna had already seen it, but she knew it would be twice as spectacular on Kal. When she had asked Sam for her help in designing a new toy, she had been ecstatic. The girl had a knack, and loved to show it off, and once they had decided together on making a paper airplane, Sam had perhaps gone a touch overboard. After demanding Kal's exact measurements for a pilot's suit, it had only been five minutes before Sam had texted Anna with a hand-drawn picture of her proposed blueprint. Tiny Fury I had been a fighter jet, military camoflauged, with functional cockpit, elastic band weaponry and propellers. Anna had already vetoed the idea of putting Kal in a motorized vehicle, the idea of a high speed crash was not something she hoped for. Still, the original designs would have likely taken a week to prepare, and she felt impatient. So Sam had compromised, settling on the new model with a bit less flash, easily constructed in an hour.

'Charlie, bogeys comin' in fast. Ammo is running low and Davie's already gone down. You've got about sixteen seconds before we abort mission. I repeat, aborting mission in fifteen seconds, you read me Charlie?'

Anna knew Sam was trying to get Kal to hurry, but she was also dancing and spinning around the room, plane in tow, flaps holding firm. A soft knocking followed, emerging from the paneled front side of her drawer. Guess he was ready after all. Anna locked her fingers around the metallic handle and pulled it open, revealing Kal in all his glory. He was looking straight ahead, tiny eyes dead set. Adorning his forehead was a stern salute, held rigid and unyielding. He had a leather bound cap that was topped with goggles, drawn back to the crown of his head. Dull brown flak jacket and leather gloves held his puffed out torso, with matching brown pants trailing below. Anna scoffed and grabbed him by the waist. He held his position firm.

'Ahh there you are commander, please tell me your are locked and loaded, we're under heavy fire from multiple bogeys. They're directly in your path, take em down cap, drop the hammer!'

Anna held Kal out to Sam, and she snapped him up in a tight grip. She held him close the crossbar, keeping him steady as he grabbed on, dangling there. Sam brought up leg supports that would keep him gliding and added some horizontal torque for turning. The double bar system would allow him to dive and climb and make some basic turns. Gravity would win eventually, and while the plane might sustain a minor dint, Kal was unlikely to be harmed in a low speed crash.

'This is Wing Commander Kal, I have you in my sights Reg, bogeys on your six confirmed, get ready for an updraft 'cuz were about to have some flaming reds take a nose dive.'

Sam held her teeth together, making a loud whirring sound, and blowing through closed lips. The ensuing wind blew Kal's hat flaps and jacket in a billowy gale, likely laced with Sam's classic garlic deli sandwich. Poor guy, his eyes were probably watering, the price one paid to fly with the best.

'Just launch already Sam! Good luck Kal!' Anna cried.

Sam drew her arm back, held far above her head. Kal still held that determined look, taking a second to throw a winking salute back at Anna as he recoiled. She pretended to catch it, feigning a dramatic sigh and waving. Kal shot forward, hat instantly stripped from his head and plummeting to the floor below. Yet after the initial dash, he was flying. Kal was flying. The Tiny Fury II lived up to its name, coasting forwards on a gentle decline. Kal turned left, turned right, dove and nearly hit the bed post. Inching around, he swooped back upwards with a kick of miniature feet. He returned to a safe trajectory, flashing past her desk, soaring past her closed textbook from the nights before, skimming over the lamp and papers piled high, and directly towards the window. The open window! Kal was trying to turn the plane, but the anterior cross bar was stuck down. He had been gliding straight, and continued on a linear trajectory, arms furiously slamming on the bar to try realigning it. Anna watched as the Tiny Fury II left its enclosure, rushing off into the afternoon sun.

Anna dashed after him, hoping to block his exit or close the window. She failed. It wasn't that he was outdoors that scared her. Sam had begun laughing again.

'Well that was unexpected, guess I should have recalibrated before primary launch.'

'Sam, come, now! We've gotta find Kal!' said Anna.

'What's the rush?' asked Sam, 'He'll land just fine.'

Anna had already grabbed her arm, dragging her towards the bedroom door.

'Wes is out there. I let him out while we were upstairs. He's never met mini Kal!'

Kal shot out out the window. He looked out into the open view, air gently blowing his hair back. He actually hadn't spent any time in the backyard over the past view days. Shame. It was familiar grass, their single maple tree in the center, surrounded by Anna's stubborn flowers that never seemed to sprout. He could still see over the fence from this height, neighboring house to either side distant fortresses far beyond reach. The plane wouldn't make it that distance, short of an unlikely updraft or divine breath. Kal let his paralyzingly tight grip relax on the front bar. His knuckles had numbed quickly, but in remaining sixty seconds or so before landing, he intended to cruise and enjoy the ride. If it wasn't in his control, he could simply glide and do his best to slow for a safe landing. Sam probably wanted to salvage the glider, even if it meant reworking the obviously flawed turning mechanism. Kal looked directly above, head craned back to see the logo, bright red letters spelling 'Tiny Fury II' and set ablaze. He was captain Kal, and his mission was simple. Avoid being hit by a random bird and plummet to his death. His confidence faltered at the morbid realization of his vulnerability. Even if he could survive a three foot fall with little more than a scratch, he wasn't about to try the stunt from the second story. Nope, just wouldn't focus on that at all. Why if any pesky blue jays came by, he'd arm the auxiliary guns and pepper them with rapid fire needles. If he actually had auxiliary guns. Yup, that would be bad ass. Smoking blue jay plummeting down in a dramatic tailspin, puttering to the ground as its comrades circled in for revenge. They'd meet the tiny fury of his tiny machine gun fire. Pew, pew pew!

Kal looked left and right. Nope, no blue jays. Looks like the coast is clear, he figured, turning the nose down to speed his descent. As he accelerated, he realized that there was only one more obstacle. Watching him from below, eyes focused intently on the strangely thin winged creature, was Wes, Anna's pet scotty dog. That, could be problematic. Kal liked the dog, even if his black kilt made him walk like a drunk highlands squirrel. It added to the charm. But Kal and Wes were no longer on the same terms, at least not as far as size was concerned. He was just longer than a single paw, and would be no match for the weight and force behind those thinly muscled legs. Or his teeth. Kal swallowed hard. Unable to stop the inevitable, he dove harder. Perhaps he could at least earn some distance, have some time to react before Wes was atop him. Even if he only wanted to play, it wasn't a risk Kal wanted to take. The time it would take for him to end up dog food was likely seconds, depending on how long Wes toyed around with his snacks during afternoon tea. Or he could be totally fine. Wes could recognize him, maybe even help him get home.

Focusing down, Kal steepened his trajectory, entering a swift descent. The ground was mere feet away now, approaching fast. Wes was hot on his tail, barking and hopping of his back feet, leaping up towards Kal and nipping the air as he fell. Not a good sign, but no time to think. Kal pulled back at the last moment, wings slapping back to a vertical position and instantly ending his acceleration. The last six inches he fell, slipping through the cross bar as the wings peeled back from resistance and let him settle in the grass blades below. He contacted, pressing off his feet to stand abruptly. He looked left, he looked right. The plane was right behind him, softly fallen on its wings, overturned and laying on a sheet of bent grass. And Wes was... somewhere.

A shadow above caught his attention. It came from behind, much larger than his own, blotting out the bright sun temporarily as Kal watched the dark furry belly float past him. Immediately followed by several playful barks. A giant snout turned sharply, moist black nose slamming against him as the pronounced mustachioed face swept over top, dusting him with hairs that had seen ample play time in the dirt. Kal fell onto his ass, staring down the barrel of nostrils that could easily inhale him entirely. They sniffed repeatedly, whipping his brown hair upwards, flak jacket closing tight around him. Which only left the exhale, a pungent aroma of kibble mixed with grass and musky dog stank. Even if was cute at full size, it now immersed him entirely, causing him to gag as he sat there. His reflux was short lived, replaced by impending terror as the snout bent even closer. Too close.

'Wes, c'mere boy. C'mon Wes, over here. Come to momma.'

The head turned away slowly, drawn by the voice, Anna's voice. Wes' already perked ears stiffened, faced towards Anna's distant commands.

'That's right Wes, c'mere. Who's a good boy, c'mere, c'mon Wes.'

Her voice was coming closer, answered by several quick yaps. It didn't hold his attention long however, his gaze returning directly to Kal, now backing up in a crab's walk, pressing himself against individual blades of green that gave way behind him. From beneath the extensive canine mustache, a small pink tongue flickered out. Wes' mouth was held half open, and it drew in near. Kal's vision was met with a layer of warm slop. He shut his eyes, avoiding the sticky foreign fluid, but it was already in his hair and covering his lips. One lick was all it took to offer a dog spit shower. But the expected jaws, teeth, claws, yet they didn't come. Just one brush by a gigantic tongue followed by another, each renewing the extensive forming puddle that had been his outfit. Again and again, it pressed him further to the ground, taking him off his balance, down onto his back, then rolling to avoid the slobbering assault, slid left and was greeted with a thick damp ooze on his backside. Each moment held the barrage strong, until Kal was sure that he couldn't absorb another helping of dog saliva even if he wanted to. He really, really, didn't want to. Luckily. his savior had arrived. Kal felt Anna's feet push down the adjacent grass as she lifted Wes from his jubilant salutation of an old friend.

'I see you've met Kal, Wes. And you decided to slobber on him? Now that's just not a nice way to treat your friends, hmm? Where has that tongue been?'

Her other hand curled around Kal, but it recoiled.

'Ack! Kal, you are, well you are really filthy. Okay, um, here goes.'

She returned her palm and wrapped him, holding firm this time. Even as she reached, her head was turned away, Wes hoisted in her opposing arm and panting excitedly. His moist clothes were slippery against her skin. Kal could feel her reluctance at holding such a disgusting object. Her grip was purposefully loose, minimizing skin to dog slobber contact. He rested against her fingertips and palm, lying belly up in the hollow enclosure. Even if she was repulsed, Kal felt relieved. Better to have his girlfriend slightly disgusted than getting to know Wes' breakfast. He laughed, sputtering the gooey slop that hung over his lips onto the inside of Anna's fingers. They twitched, her step pausing for a brief moment. It only made Kal laugh harder.

Ivy sat near the back of class. She wasn't focused on the programming theory lecture. Time had slowed down the past few days, and she couldn't seem to escape her own thoughts. It suddenly occured to her that she had begun to idle, cognitively stagnating. Best to abort daydream. Ivy brought her fingernails down to her thigh, exposed under a hiked skirt as she among many in an extended row of desks.

'Ow!'

'I'm sorry, did someone have a question back there?'

Ivy didn't even look up. She heard the question, and had no intention to justify it with an apology. She needed a way back to the present, to stop dwelling on her new preoccupation. She let her fingers fall into position on the keyboard of her laptop. Her Bon-Hwa screen saver disappeared as she tapped the first key, a new screen flickering to life, its only question, her password. Ivy obliged, and was brought to her desktop. She whipped her finger on the track pad, the pointer drifting along her taskbar. Opening the browser, Ivy was faced with the search engine window, her home page. Simple, easy, functional. All the world's answers at the press of a button. Could it hold hers?

How had she not thought of this earlier? For a self acclaimed tech-whiz, how did she not think to just look it up? Sometimes the world has a way of clouding the obvious answers, forcing us to dwell on the why instead of the how. Ivy felt a twinge of zeal rising, and a pulse to match. The excitement of a new discovery, full of potential and wonder. A search engine, she mused, so very exciting. Even her self chiding failed to curb her enthusiasm as she tested the water, each rap of her fingertip on the keyboard teasing the murky depths.

After a quick shift to an incognito search, Ivy tried 'giant woman'. The ensuing listing was a series of height records, fictional characters and stories. One term caught her eye: giantess. She gave it a second round, 'giantess with tiny man'. Bingo. Ivy was rewarded with a plethora of choices, varying from images, stories, wanted ads to... pornography? Her experience with the intricacies of the flesh were limited to a make out session drunkenly at prom in her last year of high school, and a huge miss with a freshman in first week. She chose to look at a website of graphic art and pictures featuring giantesses in all kinds of roles. One held a man directly in front of her face, looking at the diminutive male with a digitally enhanced, hungry gleam in her eye. At the bottom was the caption, 'About to go down'. Down her throat? She intended to eat the man? Why would you want to eat someone? Ivy wore a frustrated look, and her neighbor had taken notice. She turned towards her left, and he swung away just as fast. She froze there, pausing to let the dirty glare hover. He feigned ignorance as long as he could, readjusting himself slightly with an awkward shift of his legs in the small tucked chair. As his gaze returned forward, he checked her direction quickly, and was caught in the fiery blaze. No sooner than he had looked, his eyes fell downcast, back to his own keyboard, and he resumed typing. Ivy smirked. Works every time.

Rather pleased with her intimidation, she returned to the screen. So people liked the idea of a giantess hungry for man flesh, what else? The gallery had hundreds of images, and she tapped the next few in rapid succession. Redhead picking up a tiny man from a jar, brunette with fake breasts answering door to find tiny men in her take out, oh, what was that? Ivy stopped clicking and hunched herself close to the screen. A giantess wrestled a dinosaur with bare hands, standing in a canyon that barely reached her head. On her shoulder, colorfully arranged heroes battled lithe lizardmen as they leaped from the cliff edges down onto her body. Amazing. Someone with much better taste than the previous. She smiled at her own pun, Anna might like that one. The next image depicted a man running for his life. The image zoomed in on his terror, arms flailed out as he rushed out from the dark underside of an ottoman. Directly behind him was a giant eye and a half-smile, lips indulged with bright red lipstick that accented her grin. Apparently the majority of giantesses were, less than friendly.

Several minutes had passed, and lecture was proceeding as usual without her. Ivy glanced at the sidebar, a listing of categories made available for the user with particular tastes. They were arranged alphabetically, which made the first... Anal. Really? Wait, what? Ivy knew what anal meant, she had spent more than fifteen minutes on the internet, but on a giantess website? She checked her flanks, and abducted her eyes to their limit, trying to see if anyone was perched behind her. A quick peek wouldn't hurt. She tapped the track pad twice.

The first image was a woman, drawn in a cartoon style, seated naked on a leather stool. Her head craned backwards to look over her shoulder and down at her own ass. Her cheeks were adorned with a shiny reflective square, reminiscent of a balloon, clearly intended to draw extra attention to the main focus of the image. And it did. A man's legs were sprawled out on the leather just below her cheeks, heels pointed upwards. He was half immersed in her anus, a series of peach pastel folds with a tint of red that were slightly retracted, engulfing his upper body. Clear-white fluid originating from her exit flowed down his spine and dripped from his waistline and knees. Her nail extensions were a deep red, stark contrast to his body, and were flexed just behind his legs, as if they were about to push. Ivy felt, warm. She felt the pang again in her chest, the same sensation that wracked her daydreams. But it didn't stop at a nudge. This time she felt a tingling emerge from her womanhood. Faint pressured shocks floated upwards to mingle with the breath caught in chest. Ivy slammed 'control-w' and her browser window exited, returning to her original search window. Her unstimulating, safe home page.

She swung her gaze both ways again. Nobody had noticed, or so it appeared. Eyes either focused on their own laptops or notes or the front of the room, but not on her. Thank god.

The image held in her mind far longer than her screen. If she had pushed, he would have been swallowed entirely into her rectum. A bit of ooze spattered over the sealed orifice. Her satisfied smile turning to a moan, then a smug grin. Her panties inched back up until her anus was hidden from view, its contents would never be suspected. Would he be able to move? Would he escape? Would she let him? It was so vivid and intoxicating. Either women loved the idea of forcing their partners into themselves on a permanent basis, or men fantasized about their girlfriends using them for their pleasure. Or perhaps more likely, both sides existed, in secret communication about their fantastical desires. But that only left another two dozen categories for her to explore. Ivy glanced at the time on the bottom of her desktop. It read one fifty. Ten minutes of sneaking through uncharted, sexualized images of tiny men and gargantuan women was probably best left for after class. Ivy reluctantly closed her laptop, then her eyes, exhaling steadily. Anna would be meeting her right after class, and then she had to finish her homework, but if she could last just a few more hours... her time at home tonight would be all the sweeter. The professor dismissed the class while Ivy settled into her zen ignorance of the surrounding world. She yearned to keep that image for a bit longer. He was held there, dripping, naked, thrashing, kicking, and then, 'slurp!'. Ivy contracted her glutes as she replayed his disappearing act over and over on the big screen hidden behind her dark eyelids... 'slurp!', gone.

'Why are you smiling so much? Ivy, it's creeping me out a bit.'

Anna watched for her response, but Ivy's beam was unwavering. It wasn't something Anna saw a lot, usually Ivy wore a neutral expression, or pondering, but never happy reverie. Anna tried waving her hand in front of Ivy. Nothing.

'Are you going to say anything Ivy? You're the one who asked me here...'

She snapped out of her daze, blinking as her eyes refocused. Well, at least she was back to the present.

'Ivy, you wanted to talk about the other night, right?'

'I did. I really did. I'm sorry that I'm so distant. I just... I don't know, can't seem to get out of my head. And I discovered something amazing.'

'What? Really? Like, related to...' Anna lowered her voice to a whisper, 'to shrinking?'

'Mhm. Anna, I'm sorry I blurted out the other night. But I really did mean what I said. It's been something I've thought about since I was a kid, it was like watching a heffalump walk into the room after being told they were a fairy tail for two decades.'

'I get it, it's still weird for me too. Kal is a handful, pun intended.'

Ivy giggled, and even that was out of place. She's finally snapped, Anna mused.

'Anna, I want to have one of my own. I want a guy who can grip my hair or ride my shoulder as I walk. I want to have what you have. It just feels awkward to ask, how?'

'Ivy, I didn't ask for this, Kal did. I really don't think I can help you. You'd have to find someone who wants to be shrunk, like Kal. I don't know anybody else though. I didn't know such a person even existed until a month ago,' said Anna.

'I get it. I just hoped.'

Ivy paused on that note. Anna watched her, it was as if she was glazing over again. Almost.

'Anna, have you thought about what you want to do with Kal, long term?'

'Sort of, but I'm still playing it out day by day. I'm trying to find a balance, and its beginning to work itself out. Why?'

'I guess I have this fantasy in my mind. Like if I had a tiny man of my own, we would be together forever; going on adventures, exploring the world from two perspectives, overcoming impossible odds, riding into the sunset. I don't want to be disappointed.'

'I wish I could see even half that far ahead Ivy. I'm enjoying Kal at his new size, its fun, and its new. But I worry constantly about his safety. Despite everything, I still picture him as being this fragile thing.'

'Anna have you ever visited a 'giantess' website?' asked Ivy. Apparently she had no intention to stick to a topic. Anna watched Ivy's expression shift. Suddenly she was focused. The smile was still there, but her distant gaze had zeroed in. The intensity was back.

'Yea. I did. I actually learned about it from Kal, and then found a bunch of websites. There's a whole community dedicated to it.'

'What was your favorite part?' Ivy said, her pace quickening.

'I really, well, I um, kinda liked the insertion stuff. With the little guy being a toy, or just sliding himself in. Kal and I have tried it. It's incredible.'

Ivy's mouth paused, half open. Was she, drooling? For someone normally so composed, it was like watching her intoxicated.

'I went online today, in class. I was curious. When I saw Kal, memories came flooding back. Fantasies from a long time ago. But I was a kid then, I never used the internet. So I looked, I found some image boards. There was so many different facets to it all, but I just tried one. Anna... I'm really horny.'

Anna almost spat. What the hell had Ivy been looking at?

'What... what did you see?'

'It was a picture, with a woman and a small man. She was on a leather chair, and he was going up her... behind. Like a sausage being swallowed in one go.'

Anna smirked. She had seen similar images. They were definitely arousing, but Ivy was on a entirely new level, clitoris hovering on cloud nine. Ivy would have been perfect for Kal, Anna realized. The stars never seemed to align as often as one expected.

'Ivy, I've seen dozens of things like that. There's a lot more, and not just pictures. People have written stories, even made animated clips. You really like the idea of all that stuff?'

'I've only seen a few pictures, but it was so... vivid. I'm going to look at even more tonight. I don't want to eat anyone, I would never want to hurt my tiny man, but if it was all possible. If it was safe to try, I think I'd do it all. If he'd let me.'

Well, that explained a lot, Anna mused. Ivy's passion far outweighed her own, even if it was entirely speculative. Seeing someone want this so badly, it made Anna's stomach crunch into a knot. She couldn't remember the last time a conversation made her feel so awkward and so guilty simultaneously.

'Ivy, I'm not sure what you want me to say. Until you find somebody, you're just teasing yourself. I have no idea where to begin looking. You can't just go online and post an ad for tiny-men-to-be in the area.'

She didn't want to be the buzz-kill, but Ivy desperately needed to be grounded. How did she get into this mess? Anna watched Ivy's heavy sigh. That glassy look returned; her friend had sunk back into the recesses of her own mind. Anna waited patiently, glancing to the side, out at the view. They were seated on a grassy knoll, legs pointed diagonally and downwards, sun hidden by a few tassels of cloud cover. Ivy's forwardness was awkward, but Anna thought she had begun to understand. Her friend was a complex being, and seeing Kal had evoked something traumatic in her, far more than sharing his size had affected Anna. Unexpected, but not an impossible outcome, it was simply something Anna had never considered. Sam and Rachel had taken the news in the entirely opposite directions. Rachel was unfazed, and Sam thought the entire situation was either a riot or a potential art project, then changed her mind from one hour to the next.

'I've got it!' Ivy said, pressing off her hands and onto her heels.

'Huh? Got what?' Anna asked. Ivy was already standing, taking off at a jog. 'Got what Ivy? Ivy?'

'I'll tell you later. Thanks Anna, you're a genius!' she yelled over shoulder.

Anna watched Ivy dash off towards the main campus. She hadn't really helped at all... had she?

'Hey Kal, I'm back. How was your day?' Anna called, from the bottom of the stairs.

He wouldn't respond, he never did, inconsiderate little bastard. Anna chuckled to herself. A boyfriend who listened to anything she said and never argued. He was perfect, right? She dashed up to the bedroom to see what he had been up to. She still had no idea what a tiny man did all day locked in a bedroom, but somehow, Kal always had a smile and seemed oddly entertained. Having toys become life sized helped the issue, but still. She figured being so enclosed, stuck with a bed and a desk in a room would be torture; she'd have to find a way to let him have some more freedom while she was away. An issue for another day.

Anna swung open the bedroom door and looked around. Where was he?

'Kal, where are you hiding? You know I hate hide and seek, you're way too good at it now.'

Nothing. She let her eyes search back and forth, watching for any motion on the carpet, nothing.

'Well that's a shame. I guess that I'll just have to eat all the Chinese food by myself. I hoped to maybe share a few nibbles of almond chicken with my hunky man but he's nowhere to be found.'

Anna pulled her purse from over her shoulder and set it on a bedpost, a dangling red ornament. On her opposite arm was a simple plastic grocery bag, with the label 'Ken's Chinese'. Something about talking with Ivy had made her hungry. Maybe she was catching giantess fever. Was that a thing? If you couldn't eat your boyfriend, some dumplings, meat drenched in sauce, and deep fried noodles would have to do the trick. So she had swung by the restaurant, delaying her return by a few minutes. With Kal only costing pennies a day to feed, they had saved a bundle on the grocery bill. Splurging wasn't really a problem when it was only on her. Any other girl would be insanely jealous.

Anna unhooked the bag from her arm and set it on the desk. From inside, she pulled out long wooden chopsticks, hind tips sealed together and poking out from a weak paper wrapping, the restaurant logo pasted on the front. Then she began unloading the individual dishes, set in tinfoil and topped with soaked through paper, ridges of foil holding them down against the foot. The metal was hot, but not enough to scald, and Anna arranged them around two paper plates. There wasn't really a reason to use two, but she let Kal have his own plate, unless she wanted to tease him with the utensils. Which was most days, she mused.

'Oh man, thank goodness my tiny man isn't here to enjoy this food. I didn't really want to share. What do we have here... oh yes! Ginger beef, sweet and sour pork, chow mein, veggie fried rice, yum!'

Anna unsealed the tins as she spoke, still glancing about to see if her hideaway was anywhere to be found now that the scent of deep fried meat had begun to scour the room. Bingo! An intruder was hidden directly behind the far post of the desk, napping. His back was pressed to the column, legs splayed out on the carpet. If she hadn't sat down, he would have likely remained undisturbed for quite some time. Anna decided to fix that.

While she unpacked, she slumped down in her chair, butt sliding forward to the lip and stopping. Braced on the awkward angle, she extended her right leg, slowly inching her feet towards Kal. She leaned in more, wiggling her toes as they approached... and...

'Gotcha!' Anna said, Kal snugly set between a separated big and index toe. He had awoken with a start, arms wrapped tight around her toes, squeezing them tightly as Anna withdrew her leg. As she resumed a comfortable seated posture, she felt Kal's tiny hands on her skin, feeling the ridges of small knuckles, sliding along polished nails. Sitting back up straight, Anna's feet were now planted flat to the floor just below the chair. Kal tried to push himself out from between her toes. She felt him press down with his hands, sliding upwards. Anna squeezed her toes together, feeling his torso deflate.

'If only I knew where my Kal was, I would be able to share all this delicious food. Shame, shame. I hope I didn't accidentally step on him when I came in. Guess I'll check after some dinner.'

Kal's palms were planted flat, straining against her behemoth toes. Anna giggled, lifting off the heel of her foot, and waving her toes back and forth, Kal helplessly flapping back and forth in the sweaty crease. Anna wondered if it was particularly pungent, after all, she had only taken her shoes off a few minutes ago. Not quite enough time to air out. Yet a strong giantess had to put her foot down when her miniature man was being uncooperative. And so she continued to waggle her toes, sliding her foot along the carpet as Kal squirmed. Maybe just a bit longer, she figured, then he can have a few bites. He needs to learn to appreciate how kind I am for bringing all this food. What a wonderful caregiver she was. Anna smiled at the thought.

'Oh, I think I feel something tickling my toes. Probably best to see what it is... oh Kal, its you! Well, why didn't you say so?' Anna teased. She released him from a reluctant grip and he stood, staring down his captor. Anna smiled at him with head tilted sideways and lowered beneath the lip of the desk.

'Are you hungry my little man? I think I can definitely spare a bite or two, what do you like?'

Anna made a pouted face.

'No reply? Well, I'll decide for you, probably something saucy, right?'

Anna took a scoop of the sweet and sour pork. It was smothered in a deep red sauce, deep fried bits of pork stirred within the luscious thickness. Instead of placing it on her plate, she tested it with her finger. It was still hot, but manageable. She brought the spoonful down past her chest, then over her leg, then to her shin. Once it was there, she began to pour. Instantly Anna felt the heat on her skin. It was pleasant, and the sweetness of the viscous liquid added to the sensation. It lazily drizzled down her smooth leg, a slow traveling river that headed towards her feet. It passed her ankle and splayed in all directions, so she lifted her foot, pointing her toes, redirecting the flow towards the tip of her extended digits. Downwards it passed, finally arriving to spread between her toes, leaving a trail of sticky red that slathered her wiggling toes. Once she had poured and adequate amount, she took her fingers and plucked a large piece of pork, pressing it between the toes that housed Kal only moments earlier. It stuck fast with its binding slop, and she bounced it there, directly in front of him. Kal watched the entire scene, eyeing droplets and streams as they coursed towards him. That is, until Anna nearly bowled him over with the bite-sized hunk of pork.

'Now that is much better, isn't it. My legs were a bit chilly,' said Anna, watching Kal intently, 'And now it seems they have gotten all sticky. But at least you have some dinner Kal. Chop chop. I need a small man with a big stomach to clean up this goopy mess. You can keep the pork, a present from your goddess.'

Anna brought her head back above the table. Her plate was still unused, a clean white sheen that demanded filling. Her stomach growled with intent. As she took a scoop of pork for herself, she almost faltered, a tickling sensation crawling up the dorsum of her foot. She felt hands press into the sticky layer that glazed her, and a tongue begin to lick. It teased her with tiny, inconsolable shocks. She fought to not shake him while he worked. She needed a distraction or her foot would spasm, and Anna had no intention of spending the evening cleaning sweet and sour from her carpets, walls and desk. Never mind watching Kal thrown clear into a neighboring face. With deliberate breaths, Anna tried to calm herself, selecting a generous helping of ginger beef and chow mein. She hastily broke the chopsticks at an awkward angle, taking them between shaky fingers and bringing her face down close to avoid an uncoordinated shuttle attempt. Something else to focus on. Kal gave her precious moments to think as he stopped, likely taking a chance to nibble at pork a la sweet 'n sour toe sweat. She repaced through her day mentally. Class was boring, only Ivy had managed to spruce things up. What a strange mind that girl had. It was almost inspiring to hear her desires cast out so candidly. And the picture she mentioned, it reminded Anna of when she had teased Kal after the board game night. Watching a man be slowly indulged by a woman's anus, perky cheeks tantalizingly bubbled around a puckered pink hole that demanded to be fed. Tiny wrinkled folds that parted, ringing a central hole that flexed and relaxed in rhythm, pulsating with jovial anticipation at a tiny man-sized dessert. She had seen versions where the man had been dipped in lubricant, clear jelly that oozed about as he was ingested. Other times he had been engulfed painfully slow, fractions of an inch of his body slowly disappearing into a soft fleshy tunnel. She particularly liked a short clip that showed him inside afterwards, finally released from sphincteric suction, surrounded by darkness and pushing his weight against the reinforced capture of her sealed anus. Anna felt the wetness that began freshly cleansing the palate of her vulva. It was just the distraction she needed. She hadn't felt a tickle in some time, how long had it been? And what about the one where the man was inserted directly into an awaiting... ooh! Kal! Gah!

The tickling had returned, why did she have to focus on it so much? It pierced even her dulled attention, thoughts that tried desperately to find zen in the arousing tonic of fantasy. Kal had expressed wanting her anus as much as it wanted him. Should Anna indulge herself, indulge him, push the boundaries? Ivy wanted it so badly, Rachel teased her relentlessly about being more dominant, Candy had pushed her to become the giantess Kal wanted, so long as their desires aligned. So had they? She was enjoying teasing him. But this went beyond teasing. To actually do, what they did? She didn't have any idea what happened past the crinkled gate between her posterior mounds. Would he be able to move, to breathe? Would he be able to escape, or would he... she paused at the thought. Would Kal need something substantial to push him back out. Or could she just bear down and expel him willingly despite barely having the girth of her usual... movements. And if he couldn't get out easily, then he would be pressed into the tail end of... ugh. She had to stop thinking about it. He'd be fine... just like all the men in the videos. Well, the ones who came out. They all came out right? One of the anal stories featured a man being pulled so far as to traverse her passages and end up within her stomach, only to digest and reverse the process in a... less solid form. Maybe she needed to talk to Candy first, that just made sense. Even if she was ready to emulate the fantastical, wondrous giantess of fiction, a girl needed to take precautions. Right?

Her vaginal lips felt moist. Not just wet, but cold. Anna snapped back from her mental circus. Kal continued to lick diligently, and resuming her faculties, she decided to toy with her toes. His balance quickly failed, and Anna felt the length of his body splat down into a mixture of his own saliva and sauce, laid across the top arch of her foot. He righted himself, and resumed cleaning. Was his tongue not raw yet? Kal seemed to take her playful demands as gospel. It was adorable, but still felt awkward. It wasn't like she would actually hurt him, and he knew that. Yet he played along, happily gobbling down mouthfuls of pork and sweat and sauce from the only plate she offered. Somehow she knew that if she allowed more of herself, he would do whatever she asked. Not just to please her, but to delve fully into his own sexual desires. She only had to provide the means of fulfilling his dreams and he would leap at the chance. And if she presented her ass... he would probably lube himself in hopes of being the first snacklet to ever feed a goddess' rump. He would likely wait patiently while he was swallowed into her rectum, heedless of what lay inside, if indeed anything actually did. He would bite down on her anal cherry, holding its juicy flesh in his teeth until Anna had received adequate recompense. Then she could expel him, however she liked. Damnit to hell! Why did she want this so badly? Every avenue pointed towards a magical, incredible, indescribably novel experience. How could she not try it? She had to. A giantess could have whatever she wanted. And in that moment, every ounce of her ever shifting willpower wanted Kal, tightly squeezed and thoroughly engulfed, deep within her anal vault.

Ivy entered the dark computer lab. The light switch remained off, but she liked it that way. Made the whole endeavor take a clandestine feel. It was perfect.

Anna was right. She couldn't just set up an ad for young men wanting to be the shrunken pet of an Asian giantess. What kind of person could she even expect to answer such a call? A stalker, hoping to prey on a naive young woman who indulged in ridiculous fantasy? No, that definitely wouldn't do. The last thing she needed was an overzealous creeper chasing after her, wanting to live out a wanton and unexceptional fantasy. She wanted a real relationship, a man who would wish to take desire to novel heights, to explore the wondrous world she could lay for them. She wanted to be loved, pursued not for fetishistic ideals alone. She wanted him to want her, mind and body entwined.

But their discussion had sparked something, she just had to find it. Ivy remembered a recent research fair, the constant barrage of accomplishments and endeavors of peers were advertised in every fashion. Any excuse for shameless self promotion of the university in hopes of additional publicity generated by youth laden hopefuls wanting a piece of the scientific pie. One had resonated with her.  She tried to remember the gist. A young group of biotech students, developing some new pharmaceutical device. The details were lost on her, but the dive to surreality that followed the presentation was cemented.  It had occurred to her suddenly, that unreachable epiphany, that somebody on the project would have to be intrigued by their own work on a... less than scientific basis. So she found a chair, perched there in the midst of a dimly lit room, surrounded by the din and hum of constantly updated computers. Sitting down, she rapped the mouse and waited for a monitor to flicker to life, contrasting the stark shadows behind. It awoke, bathing her face in the soft glow, and asked for her credentials. She typed away, jumping to her desktop screen. Her next selection was her internet browser, the school home page appearing by default.

Ivy ignored the local news bulletins, instead finding the research tab for undergraduate student. She found the biology department, and browsed the list of recent highlights. And there it was. Titled 'Dr. Grant and team are developing a new synthetic material, designed to withstand biologic degradation within the extremes of the human body.' Ivy took the final hyperlink and scrolled down.

The page began with a photograph, one female and four male students posed in front of the professor. They wore full lab coats, extending from shoulder past their knees, cleaned and pressed without a hint of their labors. They smiled, and their mentor lay arms over two of their shoulders. Their names were listed from left to right in the caption. She smiled, they were a cute bunch, and their enthusiastic grins were inviting. Ivy scrolled past to the main article and began reading.

'Dr. Grant and his team have finally reached a breakthrough. Their pursuit of bio-resistant materials has led to the development of a new, unnamed material, that is resistant to the greatest defenses of the human body. Early trials show resistance to digestive enzymes and acids, with the material remaining untarnished after months of immersion. The material was developed with the intention of creating a new capsule that could remain within the human digestive system for longer periods of time, slowly releasing small quantities of a drug, used to treat chronic illness.

Numerous pharmaceutical companies have begun approaching the team, who are delighted with the unanimously positive response. Groups have stated that they hope to use the material to help patients burdened with long term illness who do not wish the burden of remembering numerous pills every day for months on end. Should the product be successful, it would be able to remain inflated within specific portions of the stomach or intestines, slowly releasing a drug at a predictable or predetermined rate. While the team remains hopeful, they aim to construct a prototype capsule and test drug secreting potential as well as stability within the laboratory prior to a public release of the technology.'

Ivy felt the chills again. It was too perfect. With such a material, one could design a capsule to contain anything, sending it on a whirlwind tour of one's gastrointestinal tract. Not just drugs, but any small object. One-use cameras existed, but they were considered unsafe with repeated use. Yet this would allow a tiny object, a tiny person, to safely be ingested. They could be forced to stay patiently within the confines of ones belly, or haplessly passed along towards inevitable expulsion. It was a giantess' wet dream. To swallow and not to harm. Ivy fought the growing urge to rush home and begin her 'research' of giantess culture. It seemed too good to be true. Which meant, damnit, was it?

Ivy paused to flesh out her thoughts. With only five members, and four men, how could she guarantee that even one of them fantasized about ingestion. And would that even align with her own desires? She wanted more than a tiny man to safely swallow and subsequently expel from her rectum. What if their secret desires ended there, would that be enough? She tried to banish the thought. What if the only interested party was the young woman from the photo? She had entirely forgotten that she was not alone amongst women who entertained the hopes of becoming something more. And she didn't even know if they were single? Would they even like her? A torrent of doubt continued to berate her psyche. She tried to pull, find a way from stalling into a nose dive and trashing the whim before it suffocated. Her mind perched on a final precipice, then stopped.

Was she becoming the stalker? How was she any different than some creepy older man, masturbating behind a computer screen, hoping to finally track down a woman who would fulfill his sexual deviancy? She was starting with a glance, yet had to make a reality. To make matters worse, she was completely inexperienced with the brasher opposite sex. Relationships had evaded her, men had smiled but passed along just as quickly. Rachel said it was her cold stare, that she had to be warmer and more bubbly. Let them do the talking, giggle foolishly at their jokes, placate them. Despite that, Ivy had never even lay with a man, let alone shrink him and use him for sexual pursuits. How would she even approach someone?

'I saw your photo and hoped you would like to be shrunk down to be my tiny man for the rest of your life. Hi, I'm Ivy.'

Her head spun. It was hopeless. Stop, no, gah. She threw herself back in the chair, pushing out from the table's edge. With her neck reclined over the head rest, Ivy watched the black ceiling. It had no answers for her, but it helped bring a shallow calm. How did Rachel do it? Anna had lucked into finding the perfect little man, but Rachel had let a veritable throng pass through her bedroom doors and did so with relative nonchalance. She didn't want to scare him away. Ivy felt that pressure return. If she picked wrong, came across too zealous, too strange... it was over.

Still, it seemed like her best shot. Ivy gulped, fighting the butterflies that slammed themselves around inside. If she failed, she was doomed to watching Anna and Kal, vicariously living out her fantasy through them and the world wide web. It seemed empty. She needed Anna's gentle charm, Rachel's ferocity, Sam's perkiness and creativity. She needed help, she needed her friends, their advice. She had one chance.

Maybe her only chance...

Anna reached under the table. Kal was absolutely slathered in a rich red mixture of warm saliva and sweet sticky goop. As she glanced, her toes were still laced with the fluid, it now being partially cleaned and partially smeared over her forefoot and toes. Kal had done well, she mused, guess it was about time for a reward.

'Now Kal,' she said, lifting the tiny man up towards herself, 'it seems you've been working awfully hard. I know that you are probably quite hungry, but I'm actually not full myself yet. Do you know why?'

Kal was now standing on the top of Anna's desk. She placed him there, his body awash with the soup he had been gobbling down and sprawling about within. He stood there, eyes glancing towards her half eaten plate, a puddle forming as his lush coating dripped slowly from his limbs. Anna gave him a questioning glance, as if expecting a response. It would come of course. Kal raised his hands up beside himself, shrugging his shoulders. His movements were hindered, sticky and sluggish. Anna smiled wide.

'Well you see Kal, I've been so busy feeding my mouth that I forgot all about the rest of my body. You do realize that I have other hungry holes. No, not just hungry, famished. And do you know what would make an excellent extra course?'

Kal swiveled his head. Anna noted his expressions, he appeared confused. She would have to enlighten him.

'Oh Kal, you silly man. I guess I'll have to spell it out for you. I really do enjoy Chinese food, tiny morsels glazed and fried in any number of sweet and savory sauces. But you know, that leaves so many other places unfed. In fact, I bet if you checked between my legs, you'd notice one of them, already salivating. It appears that we've left the rest of your giantess terribly starved.'

Kal looked down over the edge of the table, crouching down to his knees. Anna had already lifted her skirt. Her opposite, untarnished hand was retracting her skirt. It provided an excellent view, easy for her, even moreso for him. Secretions had already begun darkening the fabric of her deep blue panties. She grinned as she followed his gaze. Kal broke from his inspection, glancing back up towards her face.

'Ahh ahh ahh, Kal. I think you have become plenty acquainted with that particular den by now. How about we make it jealous, hmm? Her neighbor is just as famished, even if she doesn't show it. Perhaps it's about time we share the love. What do you think, does my miniature boyfriend want to help tease my envious pussy?'

His eyes were wide. He almost looked frightened, if not for a stiff thimble arching from his pelvis. Poor men, they had no way to conceal their truest intents, especially when they were kept as naked toys for gigantic succubi. Even if he was afraid, a second cerebrum must have taken partial control.

'Well don't look so terrified my dear. I'm afraid that you don't really have much say in the matter. Doesn't that sound exciting? You, my little pet, are going to be exploring a dark, scary cave. There is simply no way of knowing if any monsters or treasure lay inside. All the more exciting for you. Maybe you'll end up some dangerous demon's breakfast, or maybe you'll find golden riches. Either way, ass snacks don't really get to choose. They just get eaten, by assholes like mine.'

Anna pushed herself out from the desk and stood, turning immediately towards the bed. Midway, she reached out her already dirtied hand, having only plucked Kal from the floor moments before. It lashed out at table level, easily sweeping him up and clenching around his body. He squirmed as it closed about him, coating her palm in even more saliva and syrup. She hardly noticed as she snatched him, bringing herself over to the bed. It was for the best, Anna decided, better for Kal to be well lubricated. Her teasing had accomplished far more than arousing her boyfriend to a stiff erection. Her own nethers were pirouetting at the temptation, filling her pelvis with blissful warmth. Her panties were taking the complexion of a dipped bikini, desperately begging removal.

Anna found a comfortable position on her knees. Kal was in one fist, pressed down onto the bedsheets. She winced as she watched a squirt meld with the white sheets below her hand, just as it pressed into the mattress for support. Still holding tight, Anna began to work down her panties, uncovering her moistened labia and perineum. Her cheeks had clenched tight, pinching the material between, and relinquished it slowly. Finally, she drew them past her knees and lifted each in turn, an inch off the bed, making just enough room to slide the barring garment down to her ankles. With a few flicking motions from each ankle, the skimpy blue mess shot from the toes of her left ankle and into bedpost, dangling there next to her purse. Not that she noticed, Anna made no motion to turn and locate the garment, instead leaving it to its flight from her lower limbs alone and discarded. She was supported on a fistful of boyfriend and her knees, head horizontal and facing down towards the pillows. Each sloughing motion was agony, she wanted so desperately to proceed that she cooed excitedly at the release of her panties from toes that now were cooled by precipitation of her own making.

Free of the bonds, she ensured her skirt was well folded into a revealing position. Only one person would be permitted to view, and he was likely scrambling to breathe as he fought her monstrous grip. Anna leaned onto her opposing fist, allowing herself to retract Kal's imprisoning hand towards her hindquarters. With a loosening grip, she unfurled it partway, being met immediately with additional droplets that fell from her fingertips down onto her posterior thighs. Still warm, they only ushered her onward. She became a woman in heat, primal and unyielding. But not so far swayed that she forgot to play with her impending meal.

'Oh Kal, I hope the view is spectacular back there. It's important that a brave knight scout the landscape. I assure you, that the cave is desperate to meet another adventurer. No other knight or knave has had the courage to enter. Or perhaps, none have returned to tell the tale. What's another knight to a dragon but a tasty meal. But I'm sure that won't happen to you.'

She drew her palm closer, painfully slow. Anna desperately wanted to shove him inwards, force him past the sphincter that clenched and relaxed with each of her tortuous breaths.

'It's approaching now little Kal. I do hope you are ready. Did you remember your sword and armor? No? Well, I'm sure that it wont be a problem for such a strong and manly man such as yourself. Probably best to take a deep breath, if my intel is correct, things can get a bit, noxious within such quarters.'

She felt his head, it wiggled furiously. His face, gummy with Chinese takeout sauce wormed into the creases of her upper palm. Was he not wanting to go in? Anna let the thought float away on an intangible breeze. No, he was going in. He was so close. Anna swore she felt another's soft breath on her skin. Her mind was filled with the picture of his tiny body, half enclosed in the giantess' grip, slowly approaching a wrinkled portal to an tight slick tube. It waited for him wantingly, patiently, opening and closing in smooth repetition. As the side of her fingers smeared against the hill of cheek, Anna felt the sensation of a crown of hair pressed against skin. It was so sensitive, shocking her entire body into a tensed position. Her clitoris was aflame, a raging jealous inferno that pleaded her to reconsider. It too begged for a male suitor. Shame, it would go unpressed and unplugged. No, this soul was destined for a more cramped tunnel of pleasure. A tunnel that was held shut by a now firmly clenched sphincter. Not that it would resist the temptation of a visitor, it would merely take a little force.

'Oh Kal, I wish you the best. Remember what you are now dear. A tiny little ass snack for a famished goddess. It seems that you are pledged with satisfying her whims. And indeed, she desires a miniature Kal plunged deep within her anal walls. Bon voyage!'

Anna curled her pinky and ring finger behind Kal's feet. They formed a base and she retreated her hand off his torso, encircling now his legs loosely. Just enough to keep him straightened as she...

With a forceful push he entered. Slick hairs drifted past the flesh, opening swiftly to engulf him. Anna forced her palm inwards, feeling as it slapped into her rim. Which left precious little of her boyfriend immersed in fresh air. His insertion stunned her. Anna was barraged with the shifting motion sprawling within the confining embrace of her clenching pelvis. It was so different from having Kal immersed within her vagina. She could hardly place the location of his body, but he continued to move. And each desperate motion shocked her as he collided with her insides. It was as if he was massaging the back of her vagina, Anna swore she felt it bulging forwards. Wanting more, she lifted her hand, vicing her fingers into a corkscrew and then feeling again for Kal's feet, wrapped in her sphincter's grasp. She twisted them inwards, spinning as they entered her anal canal with him. They scraped along the muffled walls, stimulating her as they forced him in to completion, only to squelch as she withdrew. Her anus throbbed with quenched appetite as it clammed shut.

Despite the torrent of intensity that clamored within, her fingertips brushed lightly against the wrinkled seal. It was if nothing had ever happened. Nothing marked his entry but they streaky fluid that left but a trace on her skin. Her body left no qualms over his immersion, continuously assailing her even as she sighed with contented reprieve. Slowly passing the initial hurdle, her body was adapting, and she regained mental control. It was a steady pleasure, a rhythmic massage that indented her genitals, but Anna felt herself relaxing. She would likely need more, but for a brief moment, she waited patiently, enjoying the wax and wane as she drew steady wind into her pounding chest. Cognition was returning, thank goodness, she mused. The monstrous ferality declining, she relented her position on knees and fists, rolling over onto her back. The twist was amplified inside. God, if she could only leave him in there forever. Of course, she still had yet to decide how to expel him. She really did hope he came out smoothly and unaccompanied. She wasn't sure that she liked the idea of dredging through any... unsavory messes to find him again. But one thing was for certain, she wanted to orgasm with him inside, and she had no intention of delaying for long.

He could come back out onto the bed? The pang that followed was a disconcerting mixture of pleasure and dissatisfaction. No, there was probably a better way that involved less mess. The toilet? She liked the idea of Kal plummeting from her anus and splashing into the water below. But if he was too exhausted to stay afloat, no, no, that wouldn't work. Anna rolled further, bringing her legs down and standing beside the bed. A toy then? Another squirm as she bent and opened the beside drawer. She brushed the polymer tube aside as she fumbled her shaking fingers towards a hollow dildo. Kal might like that, fresh from her ass into a dildo for later. Another shock.

Maybe.

Wait, what about...

Oh yes...

That would be fun. She was already taking a risk, what was one more?

He tried to wiggle his arms. They moved, but only as he rolled, never free enough to actually raise above his head and feel around. Another pulse of constricting force closed in. It was nothing like her vagina, but it was... so damn hot.

When had Anna become so forceful? Kal thought that licking her toes clean from a lake of sweet and sour sauce was kinky, but he hadn't expected this. She had never even mentioned anal, well maybe she had teased. But somehow licking her feet had turned to this? He was baffled, and aroused. His cock jutted out from his legs, yet even they were well wrapped. He couldn't bend his knees, but he could twist, sort of. Which only made the tip of his erect penis, leaking a slow and steady stream of pre-ejaculate, to rub and smear against her interior. He only felt it, there wasn't any light to assure him, but the stimulation returned from his battle against rhythmically squelching walls of concentric darkness rewarded him for his efforts. From above, he could hear gurgling, and breathing.

Anna was becoming a giantess, and was fluidly moving between jovial play and, well, this. Kal couldn't have asked for more. Yet, if she was willing to do this? What else did she have planned for their future. Despite being shy about his proposal, Anna had always been quick to want new and greater things. Which mean that if this was just the beginning, hardly two weeks into being her new pet, it promised even... crazier things. Would she go to far? Did he even care? He wanted it to go farther, wanted Anna to push herself, wanted to be her fuck toy and her aeroplane. Either he was incredibly lucky, or doomed, and in those moments, Kal felt far too aroused to make rational decisions.

Her body had a mind of its own, and he was at her mercy. He felt a pair of pronged fingers mash against his feet. Anna's sphincter clenched, and the tight, pitch black canal coursed around him as he began sliding further in. Kal could feel a slick texture padding into his torso as he propelled deeper. Was it just the sauce, or was it her shit? Short of tasting it, he had no way of knowing, yet as he twisted, he felt as if he was accumulating a more firm coating. Her anus was enjoying his twists, and he felt her body lurch, clench, and twist. It only amplified the ever continuous dilation and closure of her anal canal against his body.

Her breathing had reached a peak. Yet he was entirely alone, immersed in the cramped space. Her fingers had not returned to pull out his feet, and they had not entered her vagina to rub along his length. What was she doing? The air was stifling and hot, and the smell. God, how had he not noticed it? The fecal odour filled his nostrils with every subsequent breath, and he felt his arousal hover and begin to wane. He was too wrapped in the novel of the experience that he had forgotten where he was. He was in his girlfriend's anus. And she wasn't touching him, or pulling him free. She could be doing anything and he wouldn't be able to tell. How long had it been? A shiver creased his spine as he felt a river of mucous dribble along his shoulder and side, slipping past him with a peristaltic laze. Kal could feel more of the semi-solid sludge around him, was it accumulating? Did she intend to leave him in here? Was her ferocity not a desire of sexual passion, but an intent to actually dismiss him to become waste? Would Anna do that? Let him become... her shit?

Kal forced himself to resume squirming. He made no forward progress, and felt no ridge or draft to suggest his toes finding an exit. Yet how could he really know, the walls all felt the same. If he had been sliding deeper, there were no signposts or landmarks to alert him. With a desperate twist, he felt as his cheek smeared through something foul. His momentum carried it across his face, lathering his nose and lips and chin in Anna's feces. Kal spat, but only managed to trade breath for mouthfuls of scatty fluid. Did Anna not realize that eating made things... move along down here? If she wasn't going to push him out soon, he would be pushed out by something. And if she still held him, locked in a prison of anal darkness, it would continue forward and cover him. He had no idea how long that might take, minutes maybe? His erection was gone, panic threatened to overwhelm. How did he get out, how did he slide himself towards her anus and to freedom?

Something was changing. He felt a pressure against his body. The walls were slamming shut with greater force, enhanced constriction that suctioned against him, and smeared the existing matter all about him. Her fleshy prison lay flat against his body, preventing his breath, holding tight for precious moments as he waited. His heartbeat slowed and he felt it shudder in his ears. Or was it her heartbeat?Short and shallow breaths came, then another long, gurgling bubble. Kal felt a rush of foul air bulge towards his head from above. Things were shifting, and her body was more than happy to escort additional contents towards the end of her digestive pipe. And he was the only thing blocking its path. Not that he could feel anything yet, just the sense of an impending boulder crashing down from above that drove him to fear. He was given no reprieve. Suddenly his body began sharing space with an additional phallic length. The elongated hoarders began to rub against his back, then jotted into him, pressing firmly. Her fingers? Anna was masturbating? She was still busy pleasuring herself, enjoying his sensation. His attempts at escape were fueling her, and even as Kal flailed his legs with futility, her fingertips jammed farther and deeper, reaching even past his head. They began to twirl him, pushing him one one side and causing his body to rotate with her, only to be met with another cushioned depression of her finger pads. Her pelvis was beginning to tense, and Kal felt far more than fingers bearing down on him. Her muscles, her uterus, anything inside was being mashed downwards into the arches of her woman's belly, and it packed against his helpless body. It was as if her body was attempting to flatten him, hoping to extrude little more than a pancaked piece of Kal shit, spent and prime to discard. He used his fists, curled tightly to try stalling Anna's passion attempting to crush him, earning a few moments to draw malodorous breath. He inhaled sharply, finally relaxing his shoulders and forearms, unable to overpower her pelvic musculature any longer. The surrounding darkness slammed him, then relaxed, then contracted once more. Over and over, until her body began to finally succumb. Her flesh began to recede, returning him to a confined yet survivable abode.

Was that, an orgasm? Within her vagina, her climax had contracted her body and expelled him. Within her rectum, he was just compressed, then left to draw deep, humid breaths that rang with the scent of Anna's digested deposition. Would her orgasm mean that he would exit soon? Kal attempted to slow his pacing, redirecting his panic with no fear of compaction to fuel it. He had pleasured Anna from within her rectum. His beautiful, wonderful giantess had taken him like he was little more than a butt plug and forced him to wait within her bottom while she masturbated. Could he have asked for more? She was a goddess, and he, just a plaything. And she had blossomed from that shy flowering woman to a fierce, kinky angel. Kal counted himself lucky, he was alive and well, tarnished by the excrement that dabbled his Anna's inner sanctum, and pleasuring her body as no vibrator or phallus ever could. He was proud of her, and his arousal was returning.

Kal began to maneuver himself about once more. Hoping to reward his Anna for her trials, and felt his cock growing once more. She likely would never feel the throb and slide of it, brushing strokes along her yielding rectum as he twisted, but Kal bet she might imagine it. He wouldn't be able to finish in her, and even if he could, her body would just make efforts to smear it over him. Yet another substance of sex and smut and Chinese takeout to lather his body. Her body wouldn't even notice, for as far as Anna was concerned, a toy was pleasuring her rectum as instructed, and it was her say as to when he left. The scent of her body had tipped the line of intoxication, and the thought of being Anna's next bowel movement excited him. She would literally be able to shit him out, expulsing him from the same clenching sphincter that had consumed him. He wanted her to enjoy the experience of a toy within her. Somehow, he knew, even if he could tell her about the deadly force imposed by her bowels, he simply couldn't. If he did, he knew she would never consider repeating the act. And he wanted her, in every way, to use him as he was, again and again.

His reverie was interrupted by a shift, another groan echoing from above. Fuck, he had almost forgotten. Her next real bowel movement was approaching, unperceptively closer. Kal felt the walls' monotonous rub, but it brought this time a warm sensation to his head. Either the blood was returning from his cock or there was a thick log of welcoming waste, perched less than an inch away. God damn Anna, she needs to hurry up. Kal wanted to be expelled casually and slowly, but this was no time to extend her pleasure by actually converting him into the evening's butt stopper. Flailing would accomplish nothing, it was entirely on Anna to rescue him, either with her fingers or using her body's own defecation. Kal tried to jam his toes in and contract at the knees. He thought he was moving downwards, crawling slowly by his toes, arms still uselessly pinned. Nothing met his soles or his toenails. Was he progressing or just rubbing her gently, a lover congratulating their partner soothingly on a job well done. Another gurgle erupted in the cavern, another wave of peristalsis, forcefully sloshing along his body. Kal shut his eyes, increasing warmth approaching his crown. Immersed it blackness, it did nothing to adapt the scenery, and did nothing to slow the demon's slow approach. But it was too late. Kal felt heat, then a spongy tip prodding into his head. It impacted there, indented by his hair, forming a helmet of Anna's refuse. Please Anna... please...

His toes met creased ridges, thicker than the pipe that he occupied. Yet they were still so warm. Was her asshole opening? Anna, pleasure, push, Kal prayed. And she did. Not that goddesses held powers of telepathy, more likely, she had finally decided to expel her plaything. Her tiny man. Kal felt the log above move with him, partially smeared along his forehead and dribbling on his face. His scalp had it far worse, and he dared not extend his neck to free it. Muscles closed in above, generating a force that plummeted him forth. Kal tried to wiggle his toes, no longer meeting flesh but instead open air. He was almost there! He gave a few playful turns, yet Anna gave no pause, ushering him forwards and out. He still couldn't see any more than a few flecks of light that reflected in from below. His knees were free, and he moved his legs, flexing them to work out the knots of stiff confinement. Hips followed, and allowing his lower body full length, yet... his feet felt something strange.

It wasn't solid ground. Yet it wasn't liquid. It was soft and velvety, yet rippled at the touch of his toes. What was he exiting into? Where was he being expelled? It was warm, and round. Still unable to view, he explored the surface with the bottoms of his feet. Whatever lay there, it recoiled under pressure, yet maintained a distinct globular shape. Not stiff like a container, not liquid, just soft, almost inviting. It hovered there, and yet, as Anna pushed once more, the surface lifted away from his toes. As he slide outward, he came into contact once more. His torso was almost free, hands just able to feel the voluptuous exterior of Anna's rim. Another sloshing effort and he was shooting forth. With a final, liquid squelch, Kal felt his face slide over the slimy ridge to freedom. Opening his eyes, he tried to look around. His body had fallen into the soft globe, and the world outside seemed oddly hazy. Kal was still facing Anna's exit, watching it relax, folds of flesh coming together as one, pinching off the last of a discarded meal. It was majestic.

He tried to glimpse the outside of the sphere he now filled. It retracted against his efforts, yet he couldn't punch through. The moment he moved his hand away, it reformed a globular shape. Outside was a clear-blue fog. He was interrupted by a sudden shift, and turned back to the source. From the closed lines of skin that sealed Anna's anus, a solid layer had formed. Kal was torn free of her bottom, carried by the inflated sphere, and drifted upwards? He glanced in the direction of movement, only to meet a bright light that forced him to avert his gaze. Instead he looked outside once more, tiny bubbles rising around him at varying speed, bumping against his own and then shooting past. A gush of water splashed all around him and the ascent abruptly stopped. Kal watched the remaining liquid fall around his globe, joining the layer of soapy water that formed an ocean in all directions. Well perhaps not an ocean. To his left was a off-white, porcelain hill, towering above the water's edge. Kal followed it to a peak. He was in the bath!?

Kal spun, if he was in the bath then...

A hand lifted him up from the surface. He could barely make out the soft prints of Anna's palm as it brought him above the water and closer to her face. It too was blurred, but he still recognized her auburn locks framing her visage. Her mouth opened. Anna spoke through excited laughs.

'Kal that was amazing. Who knew that you were such a perfect little ass snack? Did you enjoy yourself? I was actually kinda worried.'

Kal wondered if she could even see him through the bubble's clouded exterior. He nodded all the same, vigorously, hoping Anna could see.

'I can't believe that worked! I just had to have you in my asshole. I wanted to know what it felt like to be that strong giantess that you always teased about. I wanted you to feel like I was in control. And fuck, that orgasm, who the hell knew it could be that incredible. Kal, you were... a superman, a teeny tiny superman.'

Proud. How could he feel any other way? He was right, she had enjoyed herself. He would keep quiet about the dangers of Anna's ravenous rectum. Supermen didn't complain. They shouldered whatever it took, anything to keep such a beautiful woman happy.

'And you look so cute! I thought it was a nice touch, do you like the bubble? Hah! I shat you out into a bubble. All I had to was smear some of the polymer on myself and pass a little wind in there with you. It softened perfectly in the bath.'

Kal laughed. So that's what this was. Anna had actually improvised and inflated a bubble of flatulence and Kal. He wondered if he should notice a stronger scent. His body was already stained with an off brown muck. Kal doubted he would smell anything over his own scent mixed with that of her excrement.

'Don't worry, I'll let you out later. I just want to enjoy seeing my tiny little man inside an ass bubble. A girl should be proud of what comes out of her rump. It looks like you got a little dirty in there too. Guess that's what happens when you live a life of danger. Things get messy, especially for miniature ass knights.'

Anna smirked, then tossed the bubble off her palm. Damn, he loved that smile. Kal sighed as he fell, closing his eyes and folding his arms into a reclined pose, resolute even as he descended back down towards the turbulent lake of soapy suds.

Sam loved the fair. It was spectacular. She may not have been the brightest crayon in the box, but damn, she always did enjoy coming and seeing the creative genius. Ivy and Rachel were discussing something in hushed tones. The two were standing just aside the entrance, passed by a bustle of young students entering the hall. The place was decorated wonderfully, balloons of red and gold hung by the entrance, university colors, and waist height billboards welcomed students to this year's prestigious research fair. Even if her scientific knowledge was limited, Sam was immensely curious to see the clever designs of peers. She wasn't mechanically untalented, but the sciences had always escaped her, her psyche drifting away from numbers and formulae to the mystique of angles and color. She thought back to the Tiny Fury... she should design another contraption soon for the miniature guy. Just knowing that your inventions would actually be put to use, rather than crashed by some ten year old and discarded was rather rewarding. Especially if she was able to add the custom foam seats to the cockpit and an ejection mechanism.

'Excuse me miss, I need to ask you to move aside and let others pass.'

A man tapped her on the shoulder, and Sam spun quickly.

'I... Sorry, got a little distracted.'

Sam took a few steps to the left, off the main entrance path, and into the maze of corridors that were formed by dozens of booths and stands. Behind each was another set of students, demonstrating or explaining their research. The one beside her actually seemed rather tedious. A young woman, dressed in tacky reds and browns with bottle-thick frames sat on a plain wooden stool directly in front of a chalkboard. It was the only implement behind her booth, and it was covered in white dust, outlining some complex formula that had been hastily written in diminutive numbers and symbols that Sam couldn't make out. Not that she wanted to, even if it was a mathematical breakthrough, detailing the reason that she always forgot where she kept her favorite pink spotted socks, she wouldn't understand a phrase. She glanced back, checking on the other girls. Finally, they appeared to be breaking their huddle and coming forwards to explore. Sam knew what they would be talking about. Rachel had been giving Ivy pointers all week. Straighten that spine, chest out... no not that far. Let's work your other features. Asian busts aren't the easiest to emphasize, but what about those thighs and those cheekbones. No, don't slouch, we talked about this. Now remember, laugh at everything, smile... no not that wide. Ivy, you'll scare the children...

It went on and on. Sam had gotten bored. She had every intention of being the perfect wing-girl for her hapless chum. Ivy had great qualities, if only she emphasized them. Book smart to a fault, a computer whiz, strategic, kinky... Okay, maybe not that last one. Ivy had admitted to them the previous night that her experience with men strapped in birthday suits was limited at best, to nothing, limited to nothing at all. Sam smiled as they approached. Not that Ivy's visual appearance couldn't use a bit of a boost, after all, men were such shallow creatures. As they always said, dumb guys want dumb girls, and smart guys, they want slightly less dumb girls. She had never worried about that for herself, most men saw her bubbling personality and figured her for an innocent and lovable half-wit. A touch insulting, but at the right moment, not too far from the truth. But today was about Ivy, focus up girl, gotta' get that tiny giantess and much tinier man.

That part hadn't been much of a shock. Ever since her outburst at game night, Sam knew about Ivy's preoccupation. If anything, the girl's had become closer since Anna's big reveal. It added excitement, it gave them an excuse to talk about their lives and their fantasies, it added drama... and girls loved drama. Dramas that featured shrunken little guys in Ivy's case; Sam figured her as having some kind of tiny man fever, the way she blathered on and on. Sam favored dramas with gorgeous muscle-bound specimens, football players, or that handsome lawyer who played the lead in 'You're Coming with Me' that was probably airing even as she waited... why were they taking so long! Apparently they had paused to discuss some needy nitpicking point or another. Okay, Sam, don't think about good looking guys, you are here to help a friend. Not ogle men... like that muy-guapo latin guy with the lab coat standing by the blue draped booth. Not that a quick peek could hurt. Sam had already spun on heel, floating down the path towards her target, blinded to the sight of beakers and gizmos that perched to either side. She found herself beside another young man, standing directly in front of the booth. But the man of her dreams stood behind. He was way too cute to be a nerd, right?

'And when you swallow it, it can be artificially inflated to hold its position and secrete a medication for several months. Alternatively, it can house a single specialized package until it...'

Sam giggled loud. She couldn't help but watch his lips, pouty and pink, as they mouthed some garbled mumbo jumbo. And his hair, ooo, it was so dark and so straight and so... amazing.

'Miss, miss?'

'Huh?' said Sam, snapping back to sanity.

'Miss, you looked like you were about to, ahh, drool, is something zeh matter?'

'No, I was umm...'

Crap, Sam, think... what's his type? Smart? No, come on. Slutty? Maybe. How about sophisticated mystery woman? Ballerina? Crap, he's staring at you!

'I was just looking at your doo-hicky here. Can you tell me about it?' she said, 'I'm Sam.'

She almost stuck out her hand, then paused, leaning back away from the stall. What had Rachel said?Back straight, boobs up, work it. Was her tone too girly? Should she lower it? Nope, she was perfect, the girls were ready to play. She let her arm cross over her body, underlining her chest and accentuating as best she could without overplaying it. His eyes were faltering, clearly intent to avoid watching her breasts as they bobbled playfully. Like a kitten, with two balls of yarn, he couldn't stay focused on one spot.

'Of course, eh-ya Derek, why don't you show him za demo?'

Sam almost lost it. His accent. If she had only know that such creatures hid at science fairs, she wouldn't have avoided them in high school. Or maybe it was because high school science fairs only featured a horde of pock-marked mid-pubertal hormone raging man-boys whose voices cracked at the slightest bit of nervousness. Bleh. A second member turned to help the other attendee. He was all hers.

'Now, miss, ahh, Sam was it? My name is Ricardo. How might I help you?'

'I just wanted to see this fine looking pill-thingy,' said Sam, gesturing down at the table. Her eyes were deadlocked on his. Dark, like his hair, stunning. They centered his clean shaven cheeks, and did she smell vanilla? She loved vanilla!

'Miss, I have zeh feeling that you might enjoy a bit of a... private lesson on our project. How does zis sound?'

Sam fought to contain her excitement. Seal the deal girl. You've got this. She lifted her arm from her chest, causing them to bounce lightly once more. Nice.

'That sounds wonderfully informative Ricardo.' she said, taking a mockingly intelligent tone, 'I most certainly appreciate your kind offer, and would be delighted to accompany you.'

He held out a single hand to the side of the booth. She twisted her head slightly and let a smile politely shine through. Wait, wasn't she supposed to be waiting for Ivy and Rachel. A few moments away couldn't hurt, right? They were probably still battling over the finer points of shoulder arching and playing down one's intelligence. She turned her gaze back towards his face. His posture was flowing, his eyes still focused on hers, shifting slightly to suggest she take his palm and follow.

And who was she to argue?

Ivy waited for Rachel to finish.

'Remember, we are going for the sexy, quiet feel. Don't overdo it. Keep it mysterious. And for the love of god, don't frown so much.'

Was she frowning? Ivy shifted her neutral expression into a fake smile, then stopped. No, that didn't feel quite right. Not too much emphasis. She straightened her spine dramatically, then backed off a bit. Her shoulders were held back, accentuating her less than voluptuous chest. Better than nothing. You'll be fine, Ivy, just get out of your head.

'And Ivy? Don't ask to eat anyone alright?'

Ivy blinked. Wait, what? Rachel was grinning at her mischievously. She let her eyes drift over her shoulder. Phew, nobody listening in. When she returned her focus forward and back to Rachel, she was still smiling. Ivy knew that this was as much a test for Rachel's ability to primp and prime a naive woman as it was her own first real attempt at flirting. Most of her advice had been helpful, but Ivy felt reluctant to use all of it. Rachel assured her that after she had successfully hooked a suitor, she could resume being her natural brooding self. Slowly, baby steps.

Ivy wasn't so sure. What if he picked up on her act? That would end in a disaster, and she had no intent of spending the night tossing as she relived humiliation at the hands of a stranger. And even worse, what if she was successful? Once he found out who she really was, what she really wanted, would the spark be gone? Was the real Ivy enough, or was she just a creepy stalker giantess-wannabe, emptied of realistic desirability. It was hard not to dwell on the thought. But it still haunted her. Was she all that different than some online stalker come alive?

Remembering the photo, Ivy tried to picture each of the members' faces. There was the handsome latin man, Ricardo. He was eye-catching, but Ivy suspected he was far out of her league. Besides, she wasn't sure that someone smart and gorgeous was a well-suited first target. Target? She had to stop thinking like that. She was trying to flirt. She wasn't smashing into bowling pins, she wasn't selecting appetizers off a menu. Rachel's explanations had almost made men seem that simple. Choose one, know a few likely strategies and wait for them to hint at their unique desires in a woman. Despite Rachel's mentoring, Ivy still felt dumbfound at the subtle varieties of men that her friend knew so thoroughly. It was as if the girl could just reach out towards the buffet of male specimens and take her pick, gnaw until she was content, and then choose again. She envied that confidence, but now was not the time to fantasize. Stay in the moment, she mused, fixing her posture once more, and stop slouching.

There was the female member, Jane. Plain Jane, Ivy joked, even though the woman was far above average insofar as appearances were concerned. Still, the woman from the photo, with her long blonde locks draped over pristine white lab apparel, was the least of her worries. Standing next to her was Derek. He was baby-faced, and had dimples that brightened his smile, as if everything was far more exciting that it truly was. And after that, was Zeke. Deep brown hair draped his face to either side. It was long in the back as well, held together in a tight bundle with a wooden band, just visible over the corner of his ears. He was well-kept, and held a closed lip smile. He almost appeared thoughtful, and Rachel had pointed him out as an ideal first pick. Ivy liked him already. Something about his blue eyes, contrasting sharply against his hair, and that look... he just seemed so enchanting. Rachel had scoffed at her description, instead claiming he just looked desperate, but Ivy hoped, no, she knew there was more.

Which of course left Brandon. He formed the right wall of the photograph. Tall, dark, and not the least bit handsome. Ivy and Rachel had both laughed at his shaggy appearance, complete with pimples to mark a sincere lack of hygiene. Stay clear Ivy, Rachel had warned, you can do so much better. Well, at least Rachel had some confidence in her. If only she could find it herself, this would be so much easier. Rachel had looked off to the side now, away from their perch near the front entrance. Ivy followed, and watched as Sam spun dozily, and began strutting towards a booth, a ways down the row of enthused demonstrators. Where was she off to? That girl was a whirlwind wrapped in the package of a busty blonde, not in the destructive sense, moreso in her wandering unpredictable focus. Ivy loved that she could remain so vibrant, turning any situation into a carnival. A grown up who never lost that childlike fascination with the world.

'C'mon Ivy, we'd need to go catch Sam. She's probably gone all ADD on us again. Remember, when we do find your friends, Sam and I are with you. That's what wing-women do. We got your back, k?'

Rachel seemed so damn assured. It was relieving to know that she was not a competitor. Faced against such an opponent, Ivy didn't like her chances. So instead, she counted her blessings, and struggled to keep down the fading nugget of confidence that she had been gifted. And so she hurried along beside Rachel, now clutching her arm and dragging her through the throng. Ivy had lost sight of Sam, but the fair wasn't so large that one could stay hidden for long. Especially with the way that girl drew attention to herself. They rounded the first corner, and Rachel began searching left and right. Ivy withdrew her arm from Rachel's grasp, taking a chance to examine a nearby stand. She wasn't in a rush, in fact, rushing just made her feel nervous. If taking a chance to explore meant a chance to calm down, she would take it.

'Rachel, give me a few minutes okay? I'm just going to look around quickly. I think it will give me a chance to settle. I'm nervous,' said Ivy.

'Alright, fine, but I'm going to try and catch up with Sam. I'm afraid if I don't keep tabs on her, she's liable to disappear altogether. Some wing-woman...'

Ivy watched as Rachel continued wandering on. She was bobbing up on heels in half-jumps as she craned to look for Sam. After bumping into a short red-head, Rachel passed the row of stalls, and moved around a nearby corner. Ivy sighed. Finally a moment to actually think. All the training of a week wasn't nearly enough to teach her what to say, how to introduce herself, how to actually bond with a man. Still, if it was going to be worth anything, she desperately needed to relax her mind and stay calm. So she turned to the nearest booth, itching for any focus to distract her somersaulting stomach. A woman with a badge labeled Annie was demonstrating a small robotic beetle. Ivy leaned in closer to listen, burying herself among four, packed shoulder to shoulder.

'Now this little guy has a mounted camera along both the front and rear horns, allowing full navigation and recording. It is also equipped with multiple pheromone packets, designed for remote use that allow it to remain accepted or even to woo nearby critters. We hope to use Betty to follow migratory and building patterns of any number of rare beetle species, in order to characterize and better understand their societies.'

Ivy hated bugs, but she nodded politely all the same. Somehow she always imagined them finding their way into her bathroom while she was on the toilet, forcing her into a stalemate and preventing her from escaping. Even as a child, she once had to call her mother in to save her from a spider. Her mother had told her it wasn't poisonous, that she was a thousand times bigger, and to just squish it. Ivy didn't care, better to let the bug win than to actually touch their creepy, hairy, bug-eyed, shifty bodies. Ugh. A bug robot was better, at least she knew it was metal, but she had no intention to see the video feed of the critter paraded along by a thousand tiny real insects in a mad rush to the nearest burrow. She shuddered. A hip collided with her back, pressing her closer in to the booth. Ivy spun to find her assailant.

'Hey, watch it!' Ivy snapped. Some jackass was running down the lane, pushing people to either side as he sped through the crowds. She wasn't his only victim, and he never stopped to apologize, even as he completely flattened a short woman in a pink blouse. Ivy had ejected herself from the group by the booth and stood in the center of the aisle, watching after the jerk with an intense glare. She was tempted to try cutting him off at the entrance and tripping him. She was short enough that a firmly planted leg would easily send him face-planted into the tiled floor. Would serve him right, she mused, feeling the devilish grin that began to set. From behind, she heard someone else clamoring back to their feet, likely yet another victim of the inconsiderate twat.

'Some guys, jeez. He hit you too hey?'

It was a man's voice, directly behind her.

'Yea, I don't care where he needed to be, that's no excuse for knocking people down. I just wish I could have seen him coming, maybe stuck out my foot...'

Ivy turned as she spoke, finally facing towards the voice. Her monologue halted mid-sentence. She recognized his face. Only, it was about ten minutes too soon. Zeke was smiling, long bangs that parted around his face in the photograph were displaced, now draped over one eye. They left his lips revealed, a single blue iris catching her own in the light saturated hall. Damnit Ivy, now is not the time to admire, just take a deep breath and stay calm. He's just being friendly. Be friendly.

'Are you alright? You seem a bit startled. If you need it, I can take you over to the campus nurse's station?'

Ivy took a slow, purposeful breath. Zeke was watching her, lips pursed in a concerned expression.

'No, I'm fine. Really, I am. Thanks, though. You know, you look really familiar.'

Nicely played Ivy. Short and snappy, keep him talking.

'Me? Hah, well I'm not exactly having the best hair day, and I know I'm a bit dozy but I honestly don't remember meeting you before.'

Was he rambling? Wait, was he nervous too? Rachel had never told her what to do if he got nervous! Did she tease, did she mock, did she act shy or did she feign confidence?

'Oh, umm... well, it was in a photograph. You are one of the team members designing that special material... the one for the capsule that you swallow, right?'

'Yea, yea. That's us. Wow, you must have a wicked memory. Half my friends still haven't seen that photo. I'm, ahh, just browsing, you know. No need to stay at our booth all day. Besides, Ricardo and Derek are there still and...'

'You're Zeke right?'

'Yea. Yea, that's me. Umm, it's nice to meet you... uh?'

'Ivy. It's nice to meet you Zeke. Listen, I'm actually really curious to see your designs. Think you could be a gentleman and show me?'

Ivy wanted to laugh. He had to be twice as scared of mixed gender interactions as she was. Zeke had a puzzled look on his face, and Ivy thought it made him look even cuter. Like a mouse, cornered by a cat, being asked to lead the way home. Had the tables really turned so quickly?

'Yea, sure... Ivy. I'd like to. I mean, that'd be great.'

Zeke had begun to turn, going back the direction from which she entered the row. Ivy pursued, staying within his wake as he guided. He was standing straighter now, broadening his shoulders in a macho-pose that forced others to drift aside his bow. So far so good, Ivy. Their interaction felt similar to meeting a young lion cub at the zoo. It's more afraid of you than you are of it, the zookeeper had said, even as Ivy had reached out to pet its short stubbled mane. But Zeke wasn't a predatory savanna cat, he was a handsome boy with brilliant blue eyes. And apparently, he liked confident women. Could she do confidence? Deep down, she wished he preferred a shy and withdrawn type, it felt much more natural. Too late, she decided, poking her head out from behind his torso to see where she was being led. From her vantage, she spotted their destination, a stand manned by two faces she recognized, Derek and Ricardo. But Ricardo was speaking with... Sam? And he was posed like a fencer, hand held out the side, palm up and fingers opened. She could hear Sam laughing, damn she was loud. Ivy swore Sam was bouncing, literally bouncing, as she relaxed her head to the side and stepped around the front bench, placing her hand directly onto his. Even as she approached, hidden behind Zeke as he parted the sea and steered them forth, Ivy couldn't help but sigh.

Rachel was gone, Sam was falling for a Latin hunk, and Zeke had snuck up on her halfway across the fair. At least things were moving forward... so much for her 'wing-women'.

The best laid plans of giantesses and mice-men, why did they so swiftly go awry?

Rachel was finally getting frustrated. She had drifted through aisles and rows, past hordes of students in the nerdiest of garb, and was no closer to finding Sam. Which was strange, since Sam almost always alerted everyone to her presence with her ridiculous laugh and overly excitable hopping. Finding Sam was like finding a screaming baby on a plane, just louder, and less ear numbing. Which didn't speak well to Rachel's searching ability. She leaned herself back and used one hand to support herself. Rachel slid herself onto the waist-height table, finding a comfortable position next to a gargantuan bowl of neon pink punch. She shifted a few feet along the long surface, keeping safe from splashing distance, then balanced back again on a single planted wrist. With a brushing motion, she fixed her long brown hair behind her ears. Even if nobody here cared about appearances, she had an image to uphold. Rachel watched as a duo passed by, stopping to grab punch and pour a helping of the sweet liquid into clear, wide lipped plastic cups, then walked past the table, headed behind it towards the wall. Which was weird, as she was already on the outskirts of the booths, and all that was left behind her was a fire door and bare concrete. Another group passed by for some drinks, and took them to the nearest booth. Rachel followed them, listening to the presentation.

'Our latest algorithm is designed to speed modern data retrieval and encryption methods by nearly twelve percent. It's based on the principal of minimalist return, no redundancy, and we are working to discover any security flaws before publishing.'

Blah, blah, nerd stuff, blah. Rachel lost interest quickly, despite the beady eyed boy's enthusiasm as he gestured towards lines of some foreign code on a large projected screen. The observers were nodding, and Rachel questioned if they even understood a word he was saying, or just pretended to. Either way, it was boring. She just wanted to find Sam and Ivy and help her hapless friend land the guy of her dreams, then get out. Fast. This place was crawling with pimple faced, unshowered, ugly sorts, and the quicker she was outside, free of the stench of chalk dust and metal, the happier she'd be. Rachel stood off the table, hearing it creak as she shifted forwards. She dismounted without it collapsing, thank god. The last thing she wanted was to be responsible for flooding the fair in pink nectar. Or it might be funny to watch the bespectacled masses shy away from harmless sugar water. They would probably suspect an experiment gone wrong, some kind of caustic fluid seeping forth on a warpath of sci-fi destruction. Oh well.

Her thought was interrupted by a whisper. A loud whisper. From behind the booths. She didn't recognize the voices, and they soon quieted to an inaudible volume. A secret meeting, hmm? Finally something worthwhile! Rachel casually jaunted around the table, towards the side wall, ducking behind a red curtain that housed the latest and greatest in coffee filtering methodology. Out of view of the main venue, she glanced back to see if anyone had watched her slip under the fabric. From the small space between the outer and inner layers, she had a perfect view of the punch table, and nobody was standing there with a quizzical look or dashing off to find security. Spying was an art form, Rachel figured, and the only mistake was to be discovered. Especially if juicy gossip was on the line, or in this case, some surreptitious scientific secrets. At least, that's how her inner voice was trying to convince. Rachel smirked as she stepped sideways, working herself between the wall of fabric methodically. As she approached a corner, the voices had become far more distinct. One male voice, and one female, and she seemed rather upset.

'Listen, if we can get those two out of the picture, it'll be an easy payday. I've already spoken with two companies, and they want in. We make twice as much without them,' she said.

'I get it, I get it. But that still leaves dee-rag, and I doubt he's about to sell out before we've even begun final testing' he replied.

'Don't worry about him. He's like a lovesick puppy, I've got him wrapped around my finger. And if I can work out the details, well lets just say he'll be a much smaller obstacle. I wonder if he's a good swimmer.'

She laughed, he followed suit. It was like listening to a movie super-villain, right down to the evil cackle. And the ending was far too predictable. Obviously she was going to betray him as well in the end. They always did. Speaking of which, who were they?

Between the dark folds of red, Rachel searched for a crack. Lifting her trappings would be too obvious, she needed to find a slit to peer through and identify the conspirators. Damn, spying was fun. If she wasn't so obvious and pretty, she could have taken up espionage professionally. Crouched low, she tried to stay motionless while she listened, only glancing with her eyes and a rare turn of her head. Yet she the lining was socket free. How come it wasn't like the movies. There was always a peephole in the movies. The voices had begun moving away. Something about returning to finish something, Rachel couldn't catch the rest. The last she heard was a faint assent and then nothing. Too late. If only she had x-ray goggles, or a laser cutter, or hell, a pocket knife. A real spy had gadgets, but she was regrettably unprepared. Okay, enough playing around, Rachel mused, resuming a full stand and turning about face. She shifted herself back from the corner, towards the front wall of the booth, ducking back out towards the punch table and under the scrutinizing lights. Blinking a few times, Rachel felt her heartbeat assailing her chest. It only took a few moments before it resumed a normal pace, the jack hammer slowed to a light hum. Her eyes took several moments to refocus. Should she go around, maybe track them down? Blah, it was hardly all that interesting, who cared what business they were trying to shirk from their comrades. She strode away from the bowl, brushing past a few thirsty science lovers as she made her way down the final row of the fair. She had only taken two dozen steps when she finally spotted Sam. She was being dragged behind a booth by a Hispanic man with gorgeous looks. Ivy, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen. So much for Plan A. Still, if she remembered the pictures correctly, the suave hunk was Ricardo, one of the members they had discussed. Which meant that Ivy wouldn't be far along. Rachel paused several paces from her dreamy-eyed co-conspirator, pretending to listen at another boring nerd display. She kept her eyes facing down the row, hoping to spot Ivy before the girl arrived and made a fool of herself. If she was too late, well, things were already shaping up nicely. Either way there would be some drama to watch.

And she loved a good drama.

Anna relaxed on the bed. God, it felt nice to wind down. With several midterms passed, resting on the soft sheets was a heavenly retreat. On the sheets was just good sense, it was far too bloody hot outside to enjoy actually snuggling up under cover. Air conditioning was an option, but she favored keeping the window open instead. With the door cracked, a gentle breeze drafted through the inviting space. Despite all her precautions, she still felt hot. Not enough to sweat, just enough to know something cool would be most welcome.

'Kal, I'm getting a popsicle. I'll be right back.'

He was tinkering with the latest invention Sam had cooked up. Vehicles seemed to be a favorite, and now her desk was adorned with two miniaturized contraptions. The Tiny Fury II was docked on an elegant stand, originally intended for serving tea, supported by the several beams that would otherwise hold a stiff metal plate on which to rest a pot. It wasn't Kal's current focus however. He instead was kneeling next to the rudder of a Sam's latest and greatest. Tiny Diver. Anna smirked at the Elton reference, but the tiny moniker suited Kal sized inventions perfectly. How a woman with no real understanding of physics managed to concoct a tricked-out submarine just baffled her. Anna had given her input as always, and been swiftly nudged aside. Kal had actually been assisting her on numerous occasions, and often spent his days crouched on the desk, tinkering with miniaturized tools adapted at Candy's suggestions. It was hard to imagine all this happening in the span it had. Yet Anna was relieved to know that Kal was no longer forced to wander the cavernous walls of their gargantuan bedroom alone during the day. Sam was convinced the Tiny Diver would be functional soon, and Kal had been zealously driven to polish off the final details. The girl was already promising a new contraption within the next few days; Anna wondered if she intended to arm Kal with an entire fleet by the month's end.

Anna popped open the freezer, plucking a skinny popsicle with a cherry-lime swirl. She ripped off the wrapper and discarded it, then brought her prize immediately to her lips. Amazing. She left it there, half immersed, as she shut the freezer door, and headed back up the steps. Once she had returned, she glanced over to the submarine. Its rounded, torpedo-esque hull was lain on its side. A plastic bubble formed a cabin of sorts. Inside stood a foam seat, cut straight from a memory-foam mattress for maximum comfort, completed with arm rests. Kal had worked to imprint himself within, creating an ergonomic shape to his personal sanctum within the underwater explorer. Battery failures were still a major concern, and miniaturized electronics were not Sam's strongest area. Thus, the main steering was manual, and while the submarine offered a battery operated ballast pump and engine, a series of pedals were available, just in case. Anna had no intention of losing Kal in a sunken shipwreck, and insisted that a distress beacon be added. It was actually just a tiny radio controlled light, with a hundred foot range, that blinked if a button was pressed within the cockpit. It wasn't particularly miniature however, and thus formed most of the back wall. The major flaw was that it didn't locate the signal, instead leaving Anna to search for a toy submarine nearby if Kal did sound an alarm. Impractical, but Anna still wanted some piece of mind. She trusted Sam, but having a backup would prevent her from hyperventilating in a worried frenzy when Kal hadn't resurfaced in the last minute.

He was tinkering inside, adjusting the few controls available, working the rudder system left and right, up and down. So he had finally managed to get it calibrated! Initially, Sam had struggled to find a way to align the steering well, especially once the ballast, pump, engine, and frame had been installed. Anna suspected it hadn't been her first consideration, Sam had probably been dreaming up a way to add tiny torpedos or drink holders or a popcorn machine. She deserved kudos for style, but practicality still had to be considered, and Sam had a tendency to overlook such things. Anna leaned in close, holding the stick, and using the bottom of the wooden handle to rap on the bubble. Kal jumped clear of the seat, bumping his head as he stood. Anna hoped he wouldn't be so jumpy if a fish randomly drifted by. Even the backyard pond had a few, not that they would actually harm the metal frame. If he knocked himself out, well, some men were less suited for exploring the frontiers of an upsized world. She heard the click of the cockpit latch, and moments later, Kal opened the hatch.

'Looks like you've got it working then?'

Kal nodded. He wore a happy smile, alternating grins with rubbing the crown of his head.

'Listen handsome. I was going to finish this,' she gestured the popsicle down, rubbing its bright green and red, saliva coated length along his spine, 'but then how about we give it a real world test?'

Kal reached behind himself as the frozen treat grazed his back, returning them forwards coated in a multicolored syrup. He didn't seem fazed by the event, instead looking back up and holding his sticky hand in a thumbs-up.

'Such a sexy little man. I wish we could make you into a popsicle, I'm sure you'd taste great.'

Anna snatched him between two fingers, taking him out of the cockpit and carrying him over to the bed. She lounged backwards in an effortless flop, landing with her head propped against several vertical pillows, aligned along the head rest. She took another lick, then held out her tongue. She knew it would be stained with the flavors and colors of her icy snack.

'All I'd have to do, is tie you up to a stick, a little piggy on a roasting spit, and then dip you in some thick sugary cherry juice. A little time in the freezer, and you'd be ready. And once you were...'

Anna exchanged the popsicle with Kal, still held between two fingers, clamped tight around his legs. She inserted him, feeling as the rounded mass of his head passed her lips. Anna sucked lightly, feeling as her intake pulled on his neck and then dragged in his shoulders. His body disappeared through the ruby gates, up to her fingertips. He was so warm, and she felt his hands push down on her tongue, trying to force it away. She playfully began to twirl it within her mouth, sliding the thick muscle into her cheek and then back overtop of him. Then she pressed it down on his back, folding him forwards. She completed the first circle, slipping her tongue back underneath him, hands no longer held in front, and lifted. It brought him upwards, and splashed its slick coating against his face, cramming him up towards her palate. Anna lowered her diaphragm, and blew, forcing him outwards. His head popped out, and she brought him into full view.

'As I imagined Kal, you simply lack flavor all by yourself. If you were going to be my little popsicle man, we'd definitely have to make sure you marinated in juice for a few hours, minimum.'

Anna returned to the popsicle, watching as Kal wiped saliva from his eyes. It was dripping onto her knuckles, with several escaped droplets plummeting down onto her chest. They left a Christmas themed abstract painting just below her clavicle, lukewarm and smearing towards her bosom. She withdrew the popsicle once more.

'Being the gracious goddess that I am, I'm willing to offer you another chance. I've primed everything for you, so get in there, and do try to be tasty.'

And without another word, Anna rammed Kal back inside. She lowered her grip to rest along his shins, allowing him to go deeper along her tongue. She pictured him in there, the dark candy cave, whistling breath sounds passing towards a pit of unknown depth just hairs away. Anna moaned, letting the vibrations ricochet into him, still pinned along her tongue and held fast by her closed lips. She had to give him credit, he had performed so excellently in all orifices, having recently completed the miniature sex toy trifecta. If only she could swallow him, Anna mused, then he could get a full length tour. Alas, today he would only go so close, not that a little more excitement was out of line.

Anna began to suck, pulling Kal inwards, threatening to release him from her clasped grip, and then relaxed to press him out. Over and over, he moved but an inch each time, accelerating quickly towards the back of her throat before returning to a never reaching daylight. She let another moan break forth, adding a sweet tune to his sweet sloshing within her oral cavity. But she wasn't about to overstate his capacity for breath. Knowing that his face was still sucked down onto the indented surface of her tongue, Anna spat Kal back to the safety of her full hand.

Kal rolled onto her palm, the coating along his body spreading out along her skin. The forming puddle beneath eventually made its way through her fingers, sending long rubbery spires towards her awaiting chest. One by one, they broke and rejoined their predecessors, having now created a veritable mess of her cleavage.

'Fine, fine. We can make you into frozen confectionery another time. Yet it seems my little man has no regard for the cleanly state of my breasts. I believe this is something that must be remedied. Get in there, tiger.'

Anna spread her fingers, the forming gaps well lubricated, and Kal slid through. He landed on the ramp of her upper mounds, and was carried along into the cup of her bra. His descent only added to the mess. Anna brought her decorated palm close to her mouth, extending a series of feline licks that failed to improve her situation. Rising from the bed, she went towards the bathroom to remedy herself. With the tap ejecting cold water, she rinsed off her hands as much as she could, discarding the final remnants of the popsicle into the trash bin underneath. Kal was still sliding along the length of her right breast, likely smearing the cherry-lime goodness as he moved. There really was no way for him to actually clean up the mess, not unless he could somehow lick clear his own body. Sadly, super-human flexibility was not a trait gifted to her little man when he was shrunk. He was still damn cute though. Anna loved how easily he fit in the most, sensual, of locales. She wanted to play with him again, but in her mind, she wanted to add even more flair, and was finding a loss for creative ideas. Perhaps a visit to Cherry was in order. They did have everything after all.

'So I was thinking of inviting the girls to the beach today. Would give you an excellent chance to test the submarine. I think they are at that science fair thingy today, but it should be over soon. Think you can have it ready in an hour? You know, after you finish cleaning up there.'

Kal poked himself up from beneath the fabric of her brassiere, and gave her a quick nod, before diving back down and placing his mouth against her nipple. Anna inhaled sharply as he bit into the emblazoned flesh. So her tiny pet still had some fire left in him. The urge to let her vagina spend an hour or so chewing on him in retaliation became instantaneously tempting. How a man his size could still find a way to drive her libido to full throttle was a thing of wonder. Once upon a time, she had heard that size mattered. Anna giggled. They must have had the wrong direction in mind.

Rachel swung around the back of the booth.

'So are you lovebirds done flirting? Anna's invited us to the beach, you in?'

Ivy was speaking in hushed tones with Zeke. They were sitting awfully close together, and Rachel couldn't make out what they were saying. Sam and Ricardo on the other hand...

'Well, if this beautiful blonde vixen wants to enjoy the sunshine, I am more than happy to accompany her. What do you say Sam? Shall we recline on the sand and watch the crashing waves?'

'Heck no! I'm going swimming. And you better be coming in the water, otherwise, I'm dragging you in. I may not look strong, but I dare you to try me.'

'Feisty. I love zat. You are truly the finest of women, Sam.'

'And you're pretty okay I guess. Suit up or shut up!'

Rachel laughed at the exchange. Sam never did know how to tune it down, not even for a moment. Or how to take a compliment.

'We're coming as well,' Ivy offered. 'Zeke has promised to teach me the basics of swimming. I'm not proficient, I'm afraid, but apparently he was a lifeguard before university and...'

'We get it, we get it,' Rachel returned. She grabbed Ivy by the arm, slipping her hand into the crease of her elbow and tugging towards Sam. Zeke was taken aback by the rapid gesture, but hid it behind a dorky lock that shadowed the majority of his face. Why Ivy ever thought to pursue him would have to remain a mystery. There was definitely a connection, as evidenced by Zeke's subtle smile. And subtle it was, his lips barely raising from a horizontal lie as Ivy flailed. Apparently she didn't expect to be dragged away from her latest obsession, but Rachel wasn't about to sit and watch them for another second. If Ivy intended to meet the man of her dreams, invite him to a shrink party, and shove him underneath the hem of her tightly knit panties the first time they met, then Rachel's coaching had clearly passed over her head.

Sam on the other hand, she was a fighter. Rachel tried to grab her in similar fashion, but was rebuffed by a swatting backhand.

'Well, Ricardo, it seems my friend is terribly impatient. Rachel, why don't you tell these fine gentlemen where we are headed. If they don't know where they are going, how are they going to drool when they see my new suit.'

Rachel waited patiently for Sam to finish her spiel. Then she scowled playfully. Fine.

'Were headed down to Crescent Point, its really not that far from campus. Anyone who is coming, grab something that can get wet. Anna wants to meet us in an hour.'

With Ivy still in tow, Rachel strode past the shelter of the booth's hidden backside. Two new faces were manning the front. The woman seemed out of place among her male compatriots. The new guy was far less visually appealing, a brown mop that did nothing to accent his acne scarred face; he fit in perfectly, an ugly piece of straw in an unshaven haystack.

'Are you guys headed out?' she asked, her voice excitable and cheery. It was familiar, actually quite similar in chime to Sam's usual ruckus. Less overplayed though, her spring seemed more natural. Or perhaps ample time spent with Sam had jaded her to think anything a few decibels below a yell was calm and pleasant.

Sam had resurfaced with Ricardo in tow. He was directly facing the two newcomers.

'Yes, were apparently going to the beach for an afternoon of fresh, salt air. The fair is almost over, would you two like to join us?' Ricardo asked.

'I'll stay and take things down, but please, do go on ahead. Are we all still having drinks Friday?' the woman offered.

'Jes, jes, Jane, we will definitely be attending. It seems that the world of science has made even our little Zeke a woman's man. I never thought I'd see the day.'

It came rushing back. That was Jane, the pretty one, which made this last face Brandon. He remained silent, maintaining an awkward smile. He was off-putting, but Rachel had seen far worse. Somehow, even the ugliest of men had made previous drunken attempts to win her affection. Yet her standards kept her on a distant level, a platform from which she regularly glanced down with pity. Poor, ugly, science boy. She wasn't sure how Ricardo stayed so amicable with him around, or Zeke for that matter. Must be some kind of bond, all in the name of mind-numbing research. Rachel tried to suppress her boredom.

'Perfect, have fun everyone. Is Zeke accompanying you as well?' Jane asked.

'Indeed, it appears that he has promised his swimmer's prowess to the young lady being dragged here. Ivy, if memory serves, and I didn't catch your name...'

'I'm Rachel, and I'm only here to keep this little love fest from taking all afternoon.'

Jane laughed at her remark. It was quiet, pleasant, and exquisitely timed. Rachel decided she didn't like it, or her. The prissy perfectionist type, no doubt. And her voice was familiar, or perhaps she had just been faced with the nauseating good-two-shoes type far too often for a single lifetime. She wasn't usually this annoyed, she mused, but steeled herself to show a little extra intolerance if it would grant her a more expedited glimpse of the sunlight outside the geeky gathering.

'Yes, well, Zeke and I will make our leave then. I wouldn't want to stand in the way of such, beautiful women. Besides, Sam here has promised that her swimsuit will leave very little to the imagination. And I have an excellent imagination for such things.'

Ricardo's remark was met with a firm slug. He rubbed at his arm, moments after Sam's fist had collided into his bicep with excitable gusto. Ricardo let out a tiny 'oomph', and spun himself back to grin at her. Zeke had finally made his way towards them, silent footfalls and short strides that gave an appearance of slow motion. Or perhaps sloth-motion. Scientists, they were all weird. Ivy's fascination was making more sense each second. He approached Rachel while Jane and Brandon were laughing at Ricardo's plight. With a gentle tap, he placed his hand on her shoulder. Rachel was tempted to shirk away, or even take a few steps forwards, but stayed long enough to let him complete his gesture.

'Rachel, if you don't mind, might I borrow Ivy from you?'

He was looking directly at her, a single, brilliant sky blue eye that shone towards her. He was, enthralling... damn. Rachel released Ivy from her vice-grip, allowing Ivy to shake the sore appendage before retreating to stand beside Zeke. Well, some things weren't worth trying to explain. But maybe, just maybe, Ivy hadn't made such a poor choice after all. Either way, she had no intention of being held up any longer. Sam's peppy cry was all the aid she needed.

'Let's move out people! The sun awaits! Momma needs a tan and some time with a Latin man.'

Sam practically lifted Ricardo from the floor with her surging bull-rush. Ricardo's shoes slid along the floor with a piecing squeak as he was forced down the aisle. Sam held him in a backwards hug, chest pressed tightly against his back, legs zealously working a vigorous stride. Rachel came in behind them, as Sam's grand gesture spooked the majority of patrons out of her line of attack. Finally, they were getting somewhere. Rachel stole a glance behind her as she followed, catching Ivy's shy, down-turned gaze as she took Zeke's palm in her own. He took it firmly, and squeezed playfully. Well, at least things had ended favorably for the two naive nerds. Rachel turned back to watch Sam as she nearly bowled Ricardo into the innocent leg of a stand. She smirked. She couldn't have asked for a classier departure. Mission accomplished.

Anna lay on the fine sand, stretched out along a flowery blue beach towel. She could feel the soft texture under her back, giving way under her weight like memory foam, only less forgiving. A ridge had formed under her upper back, and it pressed the tie of her bikini into her spine. Shifting left, she rolled onto her hip and readjusted it, looking down at her toes and out towards the water. She was right, it did nag at her.

Her discomfort wasn't simply from the garment. She worried. Kal was out there, beneath the glassy blue, piloting a home-made submarine on a surreptitious underwater adventure. Or maybe she was just jealous. With the flaming sun glaring, it was hard to actually look out too far. Anna rolled completely onto her chest, letting her breasts slump into the indent formed by her shoulder blades, and reached for her bag, a simple creamy linen satchel. Her hand reached above and dipped inside, navigating through sunscreen, a water bottle, the distress light, crap! The distress light. He'd been out there for at least ten minutes, and she had been dozing and dreaming. It was no wonder she had that nagging feeling. She grabbed out the leopard frames and popped them on, then pulled up to her knees and plucked out the light. The red glass that housed the bulb was dark. Nothing.

'Just checking the ol' button, hey Anna?'

Sam's voice surprised her, and she fumbled with the device. Her shadow came closer, and shaded Anna, perched over the bag. Sam was looking up when she turned, staring off into the great blue yonder, likely watching the seagulls swooping far above.

'Yea. Yea. It worries me, Sam. I know I shouldn't be afraid, but lets face it. If the plastic shattered, or the hatch failed, a fish could just swim by and...' Anna snapped her outstretched fingers down on her thumb, simulating an alligator's bite. Sam giggled.

'Right, because fishes eating small plant bits occasionally hunt for tiny submarine passengers. Very common.'

Anna's face tightened. She could feel the pulse in her lips. Sam was mocking, and the idea was ridiculous. Still, this must be what motherhood was like. The analogy was terrible, she had no intention of babying Kal, but how else could she feel? Even if she was more willing to explore Kal's limits, or his limitations, it was different when he was all alone. Especially in an unknown, undersea environment.

'Screw it. Sam, let's go in the water?'

The question was only half-asked. Anna had already scrambled to her feet, adjusting her bra once more, and heading to the water. Sam's hopping footfalls, quietened by the sand, traipsed after. Anna halted at the water's edge, watching the light surf darken the color of the wet sand with each wave. She stepped onto the moist barrier, letting her toes sink in and form tiny puddles. Sam approached, and stood next to her. Anna just watched her toes, the silky foam tingling her feet with its sharp chill. It wasn't terribly cold, just by contrast to the sun's radiating warmth. Standing there, she felt the air pick up against her face, carrying the salt and lifting her hair. Sam's blonde mane blew over her left shoulder, obscuring her face. Like some terrible shampoo commercial. Anna laughed.

'What? What?' Sam asked. Her smile shifted, less grinning and more, complacent. Anna felt the understanding that shone from exuberant eyes. It was a soft undertone, but it was there.

'Nothing,' Anna replied, looking out to the water. Her eyes watched the waves, and began to inspect the nearby surface. Nothing moved underneath except tiny grains, tossed by current as it came ashore. Her feet grew colder as she waited.

'Let's go in. I'm betting there's a tiny submarine captain who would love nothing more than to find two giant girls playing in the water. As long as he doesn't have any torpedoes on board...'

Anna shot Sam a playful look before sidestepping into ankle depth. She strode out at a running pace, and was soon tripped up by the rising height of the water. The resistance caught her at her knees and Anna pressed off hard, gliding forwards against the surface. It caught her face, and she opened her eyes, watching the passing bottom as she swam forwards, frog-kicking casually. As the bottom grew more distant, she rolled and caught a breath, scanning again as her lips returned below the surface. The salty taste was already in her mouth, but it wasn't unpleasant. The landscape below was unchanging, until she felt a tug against her ankle.

Anna drew her knee up sharply and spun, vortexing the water as she turned and surfaced. Sam was treading behind her, speaking between the stifle of passing waves.

'Hey Anna, I think I've found our little captain. This way!'

Sam's head dove, and Anna pursued. The floor was now twelve feet below them, and the shoreline a fair distance back. Sam was down several feet, head twisting left and right as she scouted forward. The water was fairly clear as she hovered beneath the cover of bubbles up towards the sunlight. Little rays were dancing on the lines of sand furrowed out in the bottom. Sam suddenly maneuvered left, outwards even farther, and pointed. Anna followed her fingertip. As promised, the miniature submarine, Tiny Diver decal along its side, was zipping about thirty feet away. It plummeted down, leveling out and stirring up sand as it pranced. Anna began to swim in that direction, but was forced back up for air. She crawled along the surface for several strokes, before returning below, directly above the submarine. Bringing herself down to its height, she brought her length beside it. Anna paused there, feeling the easy tug of the current, rocking gently with the waves above. She watched his cockpit, and drew her face in close as he approached. Kal was standing above his foam seat, the submarine still propelling forwards, and was waving. Anna smiled and waved back, puffing up her cheeks and making fishy pursed lips. He darted along past her ear, past her shoulder and hiked around her toes. She felt the movement as it scurried past. He hiked around her feet in an arc and moments later came back into view, taking a bit of extra length to turn about face.

Sam had swum beneath them, exhaling a stream of bubbles so that she could prevent herself from floating upwards. They drifted up against Anna's legs, tickling them as they globbed on. Anna kicked at the sensation, sending them streaming onwards and up. Anna glanced down at Sam, she was making faces and dramatic clawing motions. In halted steps, she paced along the sandy floor, like an underwater Godzilla, before jumping up directly below the submarine. Kal darted forwards, just enough to dodge her. Anna felt the beveled end come into her chest, nuzzling itself against her bosom. Anna held it there and squeezed tight with relief. She pressed its entire length against her soft mounds, holding it horizontally. The rotor spun on one side, and Anna giggled, shaking her head. He wasn't getting away if she could help it. It was the call of oxygen that made her release, and she surfaced once more. Sam met her above the waves.

'Hah! That thing is awesome. But I think it's about time Kal learned that mermaids aren't always so nice.'

Sam disappeared, and Anna went after her. Sam was rushing down at the submarine, narrowly missing it with her arms as she whipped past. Anna approached slower, watching as he veered quickly to the side and then tipped upwards and away. She swam towards the submarine with a grin, sneaking close from behind, and swatted at it lightly. Her palm contacted the side and pushed it downwards. It wobbled as the rudder fought against the assault. Sam met it with an open palm, grappling the sub and pulling it farther towards the bottom. She brought it past her face, teeth bared, lowering the submarine at a slow pace. Anna held her face close as well, two smiling behemoths watching their prey capsize beneath the waves. Kal was pushing at the buttons in a panic, spinning the engine and waving the rudder back and forth. A stream of bubbles pulsed from her nostrils as she tried to stifle a laugh. She had to thank Sam for her excellent inventions. Even if she had no inclination towards becoming a giantess, she definitely had a spirited child within. And together, they were the dangerous, yet sexy, bikini clad creatures of the deep.

Anna rapped her fingers against the cockpit, prying at the plastic bubble that shielded Kal within. He jostled in his seat as her concussive taps pounded the roof. He was strapped in with a double shoulder belt, face forward and deadpan, focused on saving the ship. A true captain, he would get her out safely, or go down with the ship. Kal watched the gigantic fingernails as they searched for any opening, anything to grip and rip him from the pressurized safety of the cabin. It wasn't looking good. He lowered his captain's hat, anchor adorned brim lowering to cover his eyes. Things weren't looking good, but not every great commander made it home.

Not that failure was the worst option. He'd had a good run. Seen a few fishes, braved a few currents, explored the depths that no shrunken man had ever explored. Or maybe they had, he couldn't be sure. And if he did indeed go down, at least it was into the waiting clutches of scantily dressed women with hungry eyes and soft chests. A man could do worse. Kal whipped the rudder left and right, but it wasn't moving. An unseen force, likely attached to the demoness that strongly resembled Sam, pulled him down. As long as they didn't get inside, he was safe, eventually they would need air, and then he could make an escape. He knew from his captain's log of nearly twenty minutes that this particular breed needed to surface regularly. If he held out, he'd head for shore and for safety. If he could reach those forgiving, wavy slopes, he could burst the cap and make a run for the beach.

No, no. That was a terrible option. The beach was fraught with dangers of its own. Gigantic feet that left massive indentations in the sand. Winged white predators swooped from above. There was no winning for a tiny captain in an unforgiving world. Yet explore he could, and explore he must. A massive smiling face, sharp incisors bared neared from beside him, another perched above. They were happy to watch him sink. He was a toy to them.

And he kinda' liked it.

Not that he had a moment to think. As predicted, the monsters only held on so long. Kal jammed his index into the thrust, feet pressed down to brace himself. The sub shot forwards, and he navigated it towards shore. He zigged and zagged, following the incline upwards and to shallower depths. Were they still behind him? How had he forgotten to install mirrors? Luckily, it appeared that these pretty creatures lacked normal underwater trappings, no fins or gills meant he stood a chance. The lights danced above him, swirling along the bottom of his cockpit, brighter and brighter as he raced. The swimming temptress that resembled Anna appeared in front of him, smiling upside down. It's torso blocked his path. It was... inviting, so soft, so pretty... no damnit, Captain Kal would never be so easily swayed. The last crushing embrace almost collapsed the struts on the starboard side of the hull, and could have broken a rudder. He veered swiftly, just as two arms came forward expectantly, and managed a narrow escape between a hairless armpit. A length of string, easily wide enough to be scarf held down the covering of the monster's tempting breasts. It vanished behind him as he scuttled past, only to be met with the second demon. He was blown off course by a coursing blast from its kick. As it rounded to face him, its swirling force turned him yaw, leaving him disoriented. The submarine was rolling and diving, a torrent that would have rattled him about the capsule if not for his secure seating. He caught a quick breath, and thought to let his dizzy eyes settle, but there was no time. World spinning, sand below his head, Captain Kal fought onward. Upside down as he was, Kal aimed to bring the submarine between her legs. They were closing in, narrowing the gap that was his only viable route. It was too late to turn away, and he gunned the rotor, maximizing his acceleration in a furious burst. His hair was hung below him and it snapped back as he was pressed into the seat. Fingers approached from below, narrowly missing, but sending the boat into an uncontrolled spin. Kal held on, unable to prevent or even ascertain his course. Locked in a tight barrel roll, Kal yelled. Had he accidentally double-tapped R?! Light, sand, surface, depths, legs, bikini, legs, sand, light...

Ivy struck the keyboard idly. Her bikini hung on the closet door a few feet away, dripping onto the towel that lay underneath. It had been sitting there for an hour or more, but she had long since lost track of time, instead solely immersed in her own thoughts. Even the screen, bright back-lighting glaring on her face consumed little of her focus. She had returned to a newly discovered website, offering sexual and fantastical images of a recent preoccupation.

Her mind wandered back to the beach. When she had arrived, Sam and Ivy were already in the water. She stood with Zeke, hair still mopped over his face, looking out to the water. He had taken her hand, a romantic gesture of encouragement, as he dragged her out to the waiting surf. The waves weren't particularly intense, an easy playground for the beginner swimmer. Zeke towed her to the ocean side, explaining the absolute basics of strokes. Hand raised, he demonstrated the pulling motion that would allow her to propel herself forwards along the surface. Ivy remember it vividly, the combination of fear at a new and potentially embarrassing experience, mingling with her distracted psyche. Even as he stood in front of her, clad only in a knee length pair of green swim trunks, she imagined him standing there at ankle height. She could carry him out to the water, a massive ferry for a miniature being, him tangled in her hair, holding tightly as she waded, tossing gentle splashes of salty brine over her head and spraying him. Zeke would hold onto the lengthy strands, wrapping them into a harness that kept him safe from a drastic fall into unforgiving waters. Ivy wanted to take him along as she relaxed into incomprehensibly long strides, brushing aside entire lakes with each step. The power of a giantess to dominate her surroundings, protecting the tiny male that was her burden and her joy. And when she returned from the water to the air, she would have to conceal him, protect him from prying eyes. He would have to go somewhere inconspicuous, and she would have little to offer. But Ivy knew this as the most enjoyable part of any little adventure. After all, when it came to hiding her miniaturized man, any choice meant his body crammed tightly against her creamy flesh. Into the folds that lined her breasts, or nuzzled against her awaiting vagina, it would be her decision to make. And he would stay there, pleasuring her as she willed, or being inserted if it took her fancy...

She snapped back to the present. Her screen had faded to black, and she waved her index along the track pad to return. The screen reopened before her, and her eyes scanned hungrily. With anticipation, she let the pointer rest on a minimized image, tagged as 'Underwater Giantess', and double clicked.

The image blew up across her screen. Ivy melted. The image depicted a large woman, full breasts resting along the surface of the water. The buoys of flesh held two towering nipples that jutted from the front, detailed on the tan patch of areolas. A single hand was held up against them, palm splayed out and pressed into her left breast, enhancing the sensations of the scene below. Her head was thrown back into a laugh, water drizzling from her shoulder length blonde hair onto the waters surface, rippling around her in all directions. It set the scene so perfectly, yet her eyes only held above the water's edge so long. For beneath, she was similarly nubile and exposed, her long legs reaching all the way to the sandy floor below. And held in her right hand, clutched between fingers that surrounded his entirety, was a young man. Her fingers had expertly worked his shorts down to his ankles, and they were beginning to drift from the tips of his toes, rendering him moments from nakedness, his small cock crooked upwards by the buoyancy of the water that encased him. Ivy let her hand drift from the keyboard, sneaking underneath her laptop and prying forwards the elastic fold of her panties. They were dry, a welcome change from the itchy damp of her discarded bikini bottoms. Not that she intended for them to stay as such. Her middle finger drove past a thin stubble of pubic hairs, the grit rubbing against the length of it, until the tip reached her vulva. It was already wet, she knew, and the viscous texture of her fluid confirmed it. She took some of her own lubricant, and smudged it along her labia, working the moisture in to facilitate her increasing pace.

Then Ivy closed her eyes. It was always her favorite part. In her mind's eye, her image was reflected, thrown back in ecstasy, her bikini floating along the surface. Zeke was clenched between her fingers, cheeks inflated as he held his breath, bathing suit subtly absent. Deep below the surface, his tiny body approached her vulva, slowly casting off thin strands of mucusy delight as it flittered in the undersea current. Ivy brought him close, mashing his face into the thin bands of bright pink flesh, his hair rubbing against her own, smearing him with her anticipation. Then she plunged. Her body remained very afloat, but his would disappear, swiftly immersed in the lengthy vault of her womanhood until he was gone entirely. Ivy cooed softly into the darkness of her chilled room. The shiver extended to her toes, accentuating the deep-seeded ice within her, the result of her afternoon swim. Her fingertips now rested just inside her vulva, imitating Zeke's vanishing act within her sex. Ivy let the base of her knuckles rub against her clitoris. Like twisting the faucet of her nether, her body reacted in kind, a floodgate of pleasure accompanying a more literal flow. The gargantuan Ivy ejected a luxuriously thick jet of creamy delights as Zeke was immersed. Fingers that dwarfed his body patted lightly against the flap that sealed him within. He was a cream filled pastry, mashed within her, a succulent taste for a ravenous vagina. His thin bulge was all but gone, yet she knew he was in there, struggling furiously, fighting against the walls that saved him from inhaling cold salt water yet gave no chance for him to catch a breath. His face, his chest, his legs, all previously moistened from being held deep to the water's surface were now layered with the very same viscosity that dribbled steadily from the pursed opening just below. Ivy thrust her fingers in to the second knuckle. From her position, it was the maximum length she could invest, and Zeke was carried along, then forced into the recess of her fornix. His body wrapped around her cervix, and it wobbled, battering against him like a plushy chandelier. The walls were not lit for him, yet she could picture him in crystal display, lodged deep in her pelvis, pulsing as her walls closed in against him, plastering their yielding length against his skin, rubbing along him and extracting whatever pleasure they could from his obtrusive form. Her fingers worked zealously now, entirely focused on the bead of her clitoris. As she circled, the image grew brighter, perfectly clear, expanding until it filled the entire theater behind her shut eyelids. It burst, and so did she. As ragged breaths were drawn in vain, the form of a slimy encrusted man was spewed into the pitch blackness from the lips of a satisfied goddess.