Heather hit nine feet tall, Dana moved in, and class returned for the spring semester.

That first development, no matter how absurd, I could deal with. It was Dana’s involvement and my new lot in life that were hard to accept. Dana’s purpose was simple; pleasure Heather. Which meant I wasn’t cutting it anymore. As a dildo-sized man I was essentially a sex toy, but I still had my pride damnit. Then again, even if I were full size it’s questionable if I could have kept Heather satisfied. Her sexual appetite had grown to the point that she was using me or making Dana eat her out half a dozen times a night. Sometimes more. It would have been exhausting if I had other responsibilities, but there are only so many things a twelve inch person can do.

Which was precisely the problem.

My old life, mediocre as it may have been, had been wiped away. No classes, no movies with friends, no climbing trips, no eating out, and on and on… The list of things I could not do was far longer than the list of things I could do, and that- I wasn’t sure how to cope with. I hate to use the word ‘depressed’, it’s too loaded a term. So let’s just say I was in a state of existential crisis. Weirdly, Heather not only noticed, she seemed genuinely concerned.

It’s a strange thing to have a girl casually use and abuse you as a sextoy then turn around and ask probing questions with a concerned look on her face. ‘Are you getting enough to eat?’ ‘Do you need more exercise?’ ‘Am I hurting you?’ The last question said with a hint of a smirk since we both knew she wasn’t giving up ‘play time’ for anything. The other questions though, about my health, if I needed to talk to my folks more, if I wanted her to take me somewhere- Heather was genuinely trying to help. The problem was I had no idea what would make me feel better short of getting my old life back. And that was off the table.

But I had plenty of time to think about it. I had grown accustomed to sitting on the window sill and watching snow blanket the campus. Today was especially cold and students rushed between buildings in colored caps and tightly drawn hoods. In ancient times people probably would have never left their houses or caves or whatever on days like today. But undergrads had places to be, minors to minor and majors to major. Maybe that’s what I needed; purpose. Something beyond satisfying Heather’s sexual urges, I thought and a popular cartoon sprang to mind, and less depressing than passing butter.        

A soft knock at the door.

I resisted the temptation to shout ‘come in’. There was no way anyone would hear me. Dana opened the door and slipped inside before tentatively looking around. She didn’t see me. “Mike?” She called, “Are you in here?”

Dana had been avoiding me since she moved in last week. In fact I had only seen her when Heather got particularly greedy for attention. I briefly considered avoiding her but decided anything was better than watching snow fall while contemplating the futility of my existence. “Over here,” I shouted, waving to get her attention.

“Oh, there you are.” Her footsteps were soft, I could barely feel the vibrations as she approached the window. Dana studied me but her eyes kept darting away. Was she nervous? I laughed at the idea that anyone could be nervous when confronted with a doll-sized man. “What’s so funny?” Dana asked.

“Nothing,” I said with a shrug.“Whats up?”

Dana looked away again. “I thought, maybe, we should talk?”

“Can’t say I’m going to be much fun to talk to, but sure. What did you want to talk about?”

“I dunno,” Dana said, avoiding eye contact. “We never talked about me moving in. I should have said something, y’know, asked how-”

“You worked it out with Heather, didn’t you?” I interrupted.

“Err, well… Yeah she asked me to.”

“Then that’s that,” I said. “No problem.”

Dana hesitated before forcing her next words out in a rush, “Are you okay with it?”

I turned to the window. Someone had dropped their books and was fishing them out of the snow. “Does it matter if I am okay with it or not?” I said with more bitterness than I intended.

“Of course it matters,” Dana said emphatically, “You’re her boyfriend.”

“Don’t you mean sex toy?”

“Heather cares about you,” Dana replied defensively.

“Heather cares about Heather,” I snapped.

“She is really worried about you!” It was clear from Dana’s tone that my agitation was catching. “She asked me to talk to you. I… Just want to help.”

I spun to face her. “You’re so worried about what I think it took you a week to ask if I’m okay with you moving in. Not to mention the weeks of fucking my girlfriend on the reg. You really know how to make a guy feel special.”

Dana paled, aghast. I expected a retort or maybe a slap that would knock me into next week, but she disappointed on both accounts. Dana left, slamming the door behind her.

What did she expect, a warm welcome? On the other hand what did I expect? Heather was practically revered in this reality. If a movie star asked someone to be their live-in fuckbuddy would they get turned down? Doubtful. And it wasn’t like Heather and I were married. Understanding the situation did not make it any easier to swallow. Better not to think of it at all, really.

I spent the rest of the afternoon willing icicles to fall on someone’s unsuspecting head.

Heavy footsteps pounded up the stairs and sent trickles of dust down from the ceiling. I was surprised there was dirt left to knock loose, but Heather never failed to exceed expectations. Weighing in at roughly five hundred and seventy five pounds of towering teenage primadonna, there was nothing that could stop her. Normal-sized people were children to her and I was no more than a doll. The footsteps thumped up to the bedroom door and it swung open; revealing the underside of Heather’s gigantic bust. She had to duck and turn sideways a bit to get her massive frame through the door and her massive breasts still compressed against the frame so hard that it creaked in protest.

Heather was poured into a elegant black dress slashed with white. Tailor made to fit her enormous body it left little to the imagination, every curve was on display and despite the high neckline she made it look indecent. Though, I suppose, when you have breasts larger than people’s heads and hips wider than doorways everything has a tendency to look indecent.    

“These doors need to be replaced.” Heather boomed. She was not trying to be loud, but at nine feet tall everything above a whisper resonated powerfully. I could actually feel her voice shiver the floorboards beneath me. “Ugh, really, everything is too small. Oh and guess what? Professor Blakely is gonna let me attend by webinar since I broke another chair in her class. I think that was the third one,” Heather giggled, she feigned annoyance at having to deal with a world built for people half her size but it was obvious to me that she loved it. Blakely was the third professor to roll over for Heather; the other two were male and I was reasonably certain they were bumping her grade up for no good reason. Size worship at play, no doubt.

Every week it seemed to get worse; everyone was obsessed with big things and especially big people. The celebrities I knew receded day by day and were replaced by basketball players and figures from other sports with big athletes. Nothing seemed to matter anymore outside of how big someone was. “Whatcha thinkin’?” Heather boomed, leaning over my perch on the window sill and darkening the room with her shadow. Slender ropes of hair dangled all around me.

“Nothing,” I said loudly so she could hear.

“Oh come on, Mike.” Heather said, exasperated. “You’ve got to stop being such a stick in the mud.”

“I’ll try,” I said unenthusiastically.

“Good.” Heather said, “Because we’re going camping this weekend and I don’t want you being a downer.” I love camping. Or, at least, I did. At twelve inches tall camping had been added to that long list of things my size precluded me from doing. Although with Heather’s protection maybe it would not be so bad.  It was not like hiking required feats of strength. I would not be able to build a fire alone but I could manage twigs and paper. And Heather’s massive body was all the shelter I needed. Surprisingly, camping sorta sounded like fun. Heather’s brilliant blue eyes suddenly filled my vision. “How about it?” her proximity and loudness sent a chill of primal fear running down my spine; my lizard brain telling me to run.

“Sure,” I squeaked, “Sounds good.”

Heather’s teeth flashed in a smile, a gesture made terrifying through sheer scale. “Good,” she repeated and her voice dropped to a whisper. “Also, I’m going to bring a new friend I made.”

“Who is it?” I asked warily, praying it was not one of the sorority sycophants.

“A naughty boy that needs to be punished. Like we talked about before,” Heather said, and her smile became blood curdling for an entirely different reason. I had not forgotten our conversation about her ‘dark passenger’. Her need to feed and grow. But since that wild night months ago Heather had seemed content with her size. I guess that was wishful thinking. Camping was already starting to sound quite a bit less fun and a whole lot more frightening. I took an involuntary step backwards. “Aww, Mikey.” Heather cooed. “You’re so cute when you’re scared.” Her teeth separated as her mouth opened and a humid wavy of minty breath washed over me before her jaws lunged forward and snapped shut with a loud click.

“Aaah!” I shouted jumping back. There was nothing beneath my feet. I barely had a chance to scream in mortal terror before Heather’s warm hand scooped me up.

The room was shaking. Or, more accurately, Heather was laughing. “Mike you’re so easy! You should have seen the look on your face.”

“It’s not funny!” I shouted angrily.

Heather sobered slightly and said, “Its funny to me.”

“That’s because you’re mean!”

Heather’s mouth opened in shock. “You little twerp…” she growled, and her fingers closed tightly around my chest. “I’ll show you mean.” Heather tossed me casually onto the bed and began to strip out of her dress.

This was Heather’s idea of foreplay.

Push me until I snapped and then punish me for snapping. It was a game to her but to me it always felt like something more. The reality was; she could snap me like a twig. My only comfort was that she had not done so yet. Each time a small part of me wondered if the next time would be the last; that I might slip up and say something too hurtful and in a flash of anger she would snuff my life out like a candle.

That was my greatest fear.

Not that Heather was going to kill me on a whim, but that she would lose control. That whatever demon she kept chained inside would slip free for the briefest moment and that would be it for me. Heather finished stripping out of her dress and slid on to the bed beside me, forcing the mattress to conform to her tremendous bulk. I tumbled into her hip.

Snatching me up my legs Heather mumbled, “Head first this time,”

“Please no,” I pleaded. Head first was much scarier than feet first. If I had to be buried in Heather’s pussy it was better if I could see out. The depths of her vagina were hot, dark, and terrifying and the only thing to breath down there was her copious juices.

Heather lowered me to the slick gates of her cunt. She was so eager her panties were still on and pulled to the side. “Beg me,” she commanded huskily. Positioning my head close to the bulbous nub of her clit was no accident; I shoved the hood back, a feat that required a great deal of strength, and began to lick and suck the fleshy softball-sized nub. A room shaking moan slipped out of Heather before she pulled me away. “Please!” I shouted the moment I was too far away to stimulate her. “I don’t want to drown again, I’m begging you!”

“Nnng,” Heather groaned. “Drowning you in my pussy is so FUCKING hot.” A pair of fingers reached down to continue what I started, rotating around her clit. “It’s hard for you to breath when I’m wet. The wetter I get the more you suffer and the more suffer the wetter I get.” The fingers slipped inside her gash. “It’s a vicious fucking cycle, Mikey.”     

Our eyes met, hers aroused- mine fearful.

The fingers working in and out of her gash suddenly popped out and spread her outer lips, revealing the bright pink conch beneath. I plunged toward it. My scream was muffled by the slippery walls of flesh that rushed over my body, sealing me in Heather’s hot, wet prison. The tart scent of her sex was overpowering. “Flex, MIkey,” Heather’s voice rumbled around me. She gave a ‘light’ squeeze with her inner muscles that made my bones creak. “Come on, stretch me out.” Heather moaned. “Show me what a big, strong man you are.”

Disobedience was always punished, so I obeyed as best I could; pushing against the walls of her pussy with all my strength. Grip was impossible in her slippery hole and I sunk deeper the more I tried. I twisted, and finally found the balance necessary to push without sliding. Amazingly I was able to move the the powerful walls of her pussy back a few inches from my body with my elbows braced against my sides and my fists angled towards my head. The backs of my knuckles slid along her wet, undulating walls. Sudden force crushed down and I tried to yelp with pain and got a mouth full of Heather’s juicies. The crushing darkness relented as quickly as it had begun. “Come on, Mikey. You’re gonna have to try harder than that.” Another squeeze drove the breath from my lungs. A viscous tide lapped over me.

My world rumbled, “We’re just getting started.”

The ground shook. Somewhere in the distance, glass shattered.

Above the sky was a dark, sucking void roiling with violent clouds and briefly lit by a blinding arcs of lightning. Rain lashed the windows and outside trees bent under hurricane force winds. A maelstrom of evil, and at its center a dark haired, fair skinned goddess that spanned the distance between battered earth and malevolent sky. She took a step, and again the earth shook. Her head turned from side to side, dark tresses of hair blowing as though in a gentle breeze; she was searching for something. For someone.     

The goddesses arm rose, a cupped hand tipped and her lips parted. Something rained from her palm, like sand from an hourglass; too small to distinguish individual grains. Then, with sudden clarity I knew what the grains were. They were people. Thousands of them. Twisting and screaming as they fell into the callous maw of the dark haired goddess. Her gargantuan throat bulged briefly as she swallowed/ them whole and I stumbled back from the window. Suddenly her head turned and though I was many miles away I knew that she was looking directly at me. The dark pools of her eyes drank light and gave nothing back. Her mouth opened and her voice shattered the world.

“YOU ARE NOT HIM”

I awoke screaming. I looked out Heather’s bedroom window from my tiny bed inside her nightstand drawer. There was no world-darkening storm. No evil goddess. Snow continued to fall over the campus. I huddled under the panties that were my blankets to ward off a chill, and breathed in the faint scent of Heather beneath the flowery scent of detergent. The smell helped to quell the worst of the nightmare’s remnant horror. How many times had I dreamt of her now, a dozen? More? Lilian Prentice had replaced Heather as the subject of my nightmares and already I longed for the confusion and disquiet of the old Heather dreams compared to the raw terror Lilian inspired. The truly horrifying part was that much like my dream’s of Heather there was something real about the Lilian nightmares that kept me awake long after the dream had ended. Heather shifted on the bed, deep in untroubled sleep.

I watched her until the beat of my heart slowed from a wild gallop to a gentle walk. In moments like these Heather’s enormous size was comforting. Her breasts strained her silk nightgown with more force than I could ever hope to exert, rising and falling with each peaceful breath. She must be in love to keep such a puny no-status tiny like me around. I yawned, shaking the strange thought from my head. No-status jabs relating to height were part of the weird new reality I lived in. Normal people didn’t think that way… Right? I suppose it didn’t matter. Whatever happened; Heather would protect me. I repeated that thought over and over until sleep arrived at last.  

***

Heather was too tall for a car.

So I was not surprised when Dana pulled up in a nondescript white rental van with Heather’s ‘date’ Chance riding shotgun. Chance was a big guy, 6’4” and well over two hundred pounds of muscle topped with sandy blond hair. “Hey babe,” he called out the passenger window. “Want help getting in?”

Heather adjusted her top, jostling her monumental breasts around me. I was buried from heel to head in perfumed cleavage and aside from the stifling heat, it was quite comfortable. Not so comfortable that I was okay with hearing some roided out douchebag call Heather ‘babe’, but he would get his, I supposed. “No, I’m good,” Heather replied, sliding the back door open. To me she mumbled “Hold on,” before twisting her torso into the backseat of the van. I didn’t know what the hell she expected me to do; there was nothing to hold onto. More accurately the wobbling crevasse of her cleavage held me.

Getting a nine foot tall girl into a van is quite an ordeal but after minutes of twisting and turning, a broken seat, and lot of squeaking from the van’s overtaxed suspension Heather managed to situate herself in the backseat. Her immaculate hair nearly touched the roof and her manicured toes ended up between the front and passenger seats. “There,” she declared finally.

“Finally!” Dana complained with a grin that took the sting out of her words.

“Lets goooo!” Heather said, rocking back and forth like a child and incidentally shaking the entire van so violently that both Dana and Chance braced themselves as it tilted precariously.

“Uhh Heather, maybe don’t do that?” Dana said nervously when Heather stopped.

“Wow,” Chance added lamely.

“Go or I’ll rock the van again!” Heather laughed. She was in a good mood, probably looking forward to sating her urges after months of ‘abstinence’. Dana groaned and popped the vehicle into drive. A few minutes later the university was in the rearview mirror.

“Hey babe,” Chance said from the front seat. “Could you move your feet?”

“Aww,” Heather replied. “Are my wittle toesies crowding you?”

“They are almost in my face,” Chance complained.

“I was hoping you would take the hint,” Heather huffed.

“Huh?”

“She wants a foot rub,” Dana offered.

“Hey don’t help him,” Heather scolded. “He needs to learn to give me what I want on his own.”

“Err umm, I mean I haven’t really done that before,” Chance muttered.

“Oh can you not handle it?” Heather said coyly. “Thats too bad because getting my feet rubbed makes me, like, sooo horny.”

I hated to hear Heather flirt with Chance, but the encompassing warmth of her tits helped to take the sting out. Giving a foot rub hardly compared to being pressed between a massive pair of tits unless, I suppose, you were into that sort of thing. From the way Chance tentatively said, “Err, like this?” my guess was that he *not* into that sort of thing.

Heather gave a small moan of satisfaction that rumbled my fleshy prison. “Harder, put some muscle into it. I’m a big girl, I can take it.” Chance must have redoubled his efforts because Heather let out another moan and stretched luxuriously, causing the seat to creak alarmingly beneath her. Suddenly her chin tilted down and her peppermint breath washed over me, “I’m sure you you can find something in there to rub.” Her voice was a whisper but carried the force of a concert speaker system. From experience I knew it was also not a request.

Worming my way through the hot confines of Heather’s cleavage was not unpleasant, but it was not easy either. I had for push with all the strength my feeble twelve inch body could muster to move even an inch. And Heather’s cleavage had a lot of inches. For the first time I found myself wishing she had smaller breasts. What size were they now anyway? She had been nearing the middle of the alphabet before shooting up to nine feet tall. Now her stupendous tits were easily in the second half of the alphabet that was usually reserved for extremely fat women. Of course Heather was not fat and her giant boobs were not wildly out of proportion with her body. In fact, were Heather to shrink down to say an average 5’6” height her breasts might have been around F or G cup in size; still quite large- but not outrageously enormous. All of this ran through my mind while I struggled to escape the bottomless trench of her cleavage.

Heather watched me the entire time, fully capable of helping but instead choosing to watch me struggle against the resting weight of her fat tits. The smolder in her eyes said my herculean efforts were stirring the embers of her bonfire libido. Sweating profusely I finally felt cool air brush the side of my ribs and I knew I was nearly free. I slipped out into Heather’s bra where the two cups met, a tiny pocket of space that was crowded by even my small body. A lacy black bra clung tightly to Heather’s breasts leaving no space to maneuver closer to her nipple.

Heather sighed impatiently and unbuttoned her blouse. A moment later her massive hand snaked up from beneath the cup, prying it away from her tit. The movement jostled me hard and I slipped and tumbled into the empty space between Heather’s palm and the front of her huge tit. Her hand caught me and pressed me firmly against her breast. For a moment I savored the feeling of a 1-ton titty enveloping my body from head to toe before Heather positioned my head in front of her nipple. The crinkled brown nub was swollen and getting larger by the second. As I watched a drop of milk large enough to fill pitcher swelled on the tip of her nipple. The flow of milk expanded and the drop fell, dowsing my face in Heather’s cream.

I drank as much as I could, I would need strength to survive beneath Heather’s massive jugg. Her milk was as potent as ever; energy suffused my limbs and my muscles surged with strength. I felt, for a moment, like my old self: strong, fit, ready for anything. Heather’s hand exited the bra, the unsupported breast relented to gravity and reminded me that I was not ready for anything. A ton of wobbling tit landed in my lap, knocked the wind from my lungs and snapped my legs like twigs. I would have screamed but a hot torrent of milk blasted into my open mouth and I sputtered and gagged instead.

The initial burst of agony was over in an instant, the pain in my legs fading to a dull ache as they lost feeling. The milk gushing from the tip of Heather’s nipple stopped as quickly as it started, but not before the area around my head became a soggy, sopping mess. Heather’s turgid nipple marched forward, arrogantly demanding attention as it crowded my space. Hard, moist, and the size of a five gallon bucket her nipple shoved into my collarbone and jostled my face. Heather gave my butt a little flick through the bra and I yelped in pain before hastily rubbing her swollen nipple.        

Heather moaned and sighed and coo’ed and made all manner of pleasurable noises while her tit mercilessly crushed the lower half of my body. “Try licking,” Heather demanded.

To my surprise Chance answered, “Uhm babe, I’d kinda rather not.” I’d nearly forgotten he was there.

“Really?” Heather replied. “Weren’t you going to give me a weekend I’d never forget. Isn’t that what you said?”         

Chance cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable. “This is uhm... Not exactly what I meant.”

“Oh okay, Chase. That’s fine then,” Heather said in a way that indicated it was anything but fine.
  

“It’s Chance,” he answered defensively.

“Oh, oops. I guess I *forgot*,” Heather over-emphasized ‘forgot’ to make her meaning clear. I almost felt bad for him. When it came to being a bitch Heather was master class and poor Chance didn’t stand a, for lack of a better term, chance.

Moments later the soft sound of slurping came from the front of the vehicle and I knew she had gotten her way. She always did. “Lick,” Heather said again and I realized she meant me. Her voice was raised so she had apparently decided to give us orders simultaneously. Something about being lumped in with Chance bothered me, but I wasn’t exactly in a position to argue. Heather’s nipple swelled even larger, uncomfortably forcing my head back into the bra. Heather’s moan shook the van. “Dana I want your tongue,”

“Should I pull over?” Dana said.

“No,” Heather and Chance answered simultaneously.

“Put my toes back in your mouth or Dana is the only one getting anything tonight. Keep driving sweetie, I want to get to the cabin as soon as possible. I’ll get plenty of that pretty little mouth of yours later.” Cabin? Damnit I thought we were going tent camping; out with the birds and the bees and the sycamore trees. I probably looked like a tasty morsel to an owl and bee stingers were probably knife-sized. On second thought it was probably best to stay indoors. “That’s better,” Heather said as Chance went back to sucking on her feet. My efforts on her nipple were rewarded with increasing size. Every time I thought the crinkled cone of flesh had reached its zenith it swelled a little larger. My head was gradually forced beneath Heather’s monumental teat as it tented the bra cup. I nibbled and sucked on the rubbery underside, grateful that it had taken the pressure of Heather’s bra off me for the moment.

The lingering ache in my legs became easier to ignore as blood rushed to my penis. Heather’s hand dove into her pants and began to work her pussy, filling the air with the rich scent of her arousal. A rhythmic squelching built between her thighs and before long the van reeked of Heather’s pussy. As the her climax built Heather began to buck and the Van heaved and bounced. “Heather,” Dana said with an undercurrent of alarm. Heather bounced her hips and the suspension creaked. “Heather,” Dana repeated with greater alarm. Heather wiggled her hips, and the entire van rocked alarmingly. “HEATHER!” Dana practically screamed.  

“Fuuuuck!” Heather exclaimed as she came. Shuddering as the van skidded to a halt. For a few moments the only sound in the van was Heather’s heavy breathing. Then she said, “Why are we stopped?”

“Because you almost rolled the van!” Dana shouted.

“Whatever, no one’s hurt right? Stop whining and drive,” Heather said flippantly. Dana huffed in irritation but put the Van back into drive and pulled back onto the highway. We only got a few feet before sirens flashed and a loud ‘WHOOP’ forced Dana to pull back over.

“Shit!” Dana said, “I wasn’t even speeding.”

“Probably a broken tail light or something,” Chance offered.

After a minute passed Heather said, “Could he hurry this up. We have places to be.”

Another minute later the cop walked up to Dana’s window and said, “You kids been drinking tonight?”

“Drinking? No, not at all.” Dana replied.

“I saw your vehicle swerving about a mile back, care to explain that?”

“It was me,” Heather said. The officer leaned forward to get a better look at the back seat and his eyes widened in shock. “I moved a bit.”

“Umm, mam, can you please step out of the vehicle,” the cop said.

“Ugh. What a pain,” Heather said before sliding backwards. The seat crunched beneath her and I realized that at some point she’d flattened it completely. The rear doors popped open and Heather grabbed the roof to haul herself out. “Damnit my pants are stuck,” she complained. A van-rocking struggle later Heather freed herself from the van, sans pants. Her ass hung out of a pair of french cut panties; which probably cost a fortune to have made in her size.     

Heather put her hands on her hips and looked down at the cop who was now gaping up at her. “Now what?” she said.

The officer’s mouth worked soundlessly. Whatever protocol he was supposed to follow had clearly fled at the sight of the half-naked, half-ton of teenage girl towering over him. The officer’s nose was level with her belly button. “C-can you explain exactly w-what happened?” he stuttered.

Heather looked around. Wilderness encroached the highway closely and there wasn’t another car in sight. “It would be easier to show you,” Heather said and walked over to the cop’s car. The cop trailed behind like a puppy dog. “So if I sit like this,” Heather demonstrated by placing her massive, shapely ass on the hood of the officer’s car. I felt more than saw the back bumper lift up as the vehicle pitched forward beneath her weight. “It’s okay.” Heather said. “But if I move like this,” Heather lifted her ass off the car. She brought her butt back down without restraint, smashing the wrecking ball booty into the hood of the cops car. The hood crinkled, a tire popped and hissed loudly as air escaped. “Oops!” Heather said coyly, covering her mouth with her hand in the classic ‘Did I do that?’ pose. “Well, you see officer, sometimes I just don’t know my own size.”

The cop, who should have been furious at having the front half of his car destroyed, could only stare awestruck at the damage Heather caused. “Oh hey mister, is that a pistol in your pants or are you just happy to see me?” Heather was really over-playing the whole innocent schoolgirl act if you asked me. Fortunately the cop ate it up- and then some.

“I’m so sorry miss,” he said quickly. “This never happens to me. I mean, it does, but not like this. With you. I mean it would with you but the circumstances, I mean…” the cop trailed off, no longer sure of what he was trying to say. I knew exactly what he was trying to say. ‘Holy shit you’re huge and I want to fuck your brains out’ - the same thing most every guy in this world thought when they encountered Heather.

“So am I free to go?” Heather batted her eyelashes.

“Of course,” the cop said but managed to sound disappointed. “Please just be careful.”

Heather stood up and turned. “Oopsie, you hood has an imprint of my butt.”

“I cannot *believe* that shit,” Dana said with a mixture of awe and jealousy. The police car was no more than a speck in the rear-view mirror. “He let you off *after* you crushed his car with your ass.”

“He’ll never get that hood repaired,” Heather laughed. “He’ll probably kiss the dent and pretend it’s my ass.” With the way people worshipped size in this reality that sounded reasonable. Part of me knew that idea should bother me more than it did.

“You’re a legend, babe.” Chance said. “I bet he’s gonna go home and jerk off to his body cam footage.”

“Shutup Chase,” Heather said. “Dana how much further?”

“It’s Chance,” Chance muttered.

“We’re close, about twenty minutes,” Dana said.

“Well, step on it. I’m horny.”

Fifteen minutes later we pulled off the highway onto a two lane road that wound down the side of a hill and into the forest. I wasn’t familiar with the area, but Dana seemed to know where she was going. Tucked safely in Heather’s cleavage I didn’t have much to worry about. Easily the best part about being in Heather’s care was that absolutely nobody fucked with her. And as an apex predator I could only assume that included mother nature.

Ten minutes of bumping down a pothole ridden road left Heather restless and fidgety. Chance was sullen, Dana was focused, and I was lethargic from being tucked between Heather’s tits all afternoon. Finally the cabin appeared and Dana sang, “We’re here.”

“I need a massage, I’m all crampy,” Heather complained.

“Oh don’t worry we’ll get you nice and loose won’t we Chance?” Dana said.

“Yeah, uhh, definitely,” Chance agreed, his earlier confidence faltering after an afternoon spent under Heather’s heel.

“I’m gonna go air the place out,” Dana said as she hopped out of the van.

“No need,” Heather replied, rocking the van as she climbed out. “Someone’s already here.”

“Who?” Dana said at the same time Chance said ‘There is?’

“Oh, hello.” Dana said suddenly. I couldn’t see who she was talking to.“I don’t believe we’ve met?”

Heather turned around, allowing me to see. In the doorway of the cabin stood a diminutive girl whose skin clung to her skeletal frame. Tears filled my eyes for reasons I didn’t entirely understand.

Crystal smiled weakly and invited us in.

***

After an awkward series of introductions the group crowded into the cabin. Heather deposited me in the bedroom while she went to use the shower. Camping with running water felt like cheating to me, but I had more important things to keep me occupied: namely Crystal. I had not been sitting alone for even a minute when she shut and locked the door to Heather’s room and came over to sit down beside me on the bed. Her small body barely made an impression on the mattress. Our eyes met, and the corner of her lips turned up slightly in what might have been an attempt at a smile.

“Are you having the dreams?” Crystal asked without preamble. Dreams? I blinked at her until my confused silence prompted her to speak again. “Lilian, do you see her in your dreams?”

My blood ran cold at the mention of Lilian’s name. “Yes,” I rasped. Crystal cupped a hand over her ear to indicate she had not heard me. More loudly I repeated, “Yes. I’ve seen her.”

Crystal nodded as though she had expected the answer “Me too.”

“How did you know about my dreams?” I asked, bewildered.

Crystal’s lips finally pushed into real smile territory and she said, “I’m a witch, remember?”

“Oh, right,” I said, as though her statement explained everything.

“Something very bad is happening,” Crystal said, and her brief smile disintegrated. “I’ve never seen magic on this scale, the entire world seems to be affected.” She pulled her knees up to her chest and leaned her back against the headboard before continuing. “I should have never taught Heather that spell. I should have done a better job warning you. Everything that has happened is because-”

“Stop blaming yourself.” The words came out more harshly than I had intended. In a softer tone I said, “You think this is happening because you and Heather messed with one bad spell? I don’t know much about magic but even I know what Heather does and what Lilian is doing are worlds apart. In my dreams…” I hesitated as repressed memories came roaring to the surface. “She destroy cities… Murders thousands for sport. Sometimes when I’m awake I can still hear them screaming. I know they’re dreams, but they’re not dreams- not really, are they? Those screams, that terror people’s eyes before she crushes them, its real.”

“Its real,” Crystal agreed, her gaze distant. Probably reliving the same terror and helplessness I was.

“It isn’t your fault,” I said with all the certainty I could muster. “And I would know.”

Crystal gave me a skeptical look and said, “Hows that?”

“Because it’s mine,” I said solemnly.

“Oh come on,” Crystal said and punched my shoulder. Rather it would have been a punch had we been anywhere near the same size; instead her balled fist collided with my chest and sent me sprawling across the bed. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Crystal said.

I rolled back to a seated position and forced a grin. “Don’t worry about it, you hit like a girl.” The truth was that being Heather’s little lover had greatly increased my pain tolerance and the milk from earlier hadn’t completely worn off so the hit had not hurt much at all.

“Ha-ha,” Crystal said drily. “Really Mike, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. But this isn’t your fault, you should know that by now.”

“I pursued Heather,” I said. “Against your advice.”

“You and literally everyone else in high school. You don’t think she shot down boys by the dozen?”

“Yeah but-”

“But nothing, Heather is a magically enhanced sexpot. The only way you could have avoided that trap was to cut your own dick off.”

“No thanks,” I said, reflexively covering my genitals.

Crystal giggled at my reaction. “So you *would* rather have the world end than live without a penis.”

“Pretty much,” I nodded. Crystal laughed and the cloud over us seemed to lighten. “Okay, so it’s neither of our faults that the world is coming to an end.” I said. “Where does that leave us?”

Crystal sighed, her slender chest and non-existent breasts pressing against her plain white shirt. “It leaves us in a house with a rapist, a lesbian, and an unstoppable sex machine.”

“Yeah,” I said, “But what about Heather?”

“That-” Crystal stopped when she noticed my cocksure pose. I had to duck to avoid a thrown pillow. “I didn’t want to assume your gender, but I guess you make a fine lesbian,” she said finally.

“Touche,” I said with a smile that I didn’t have to force. “At least you didn’t call me a rapist. Speaking of which, how did you know about him? Wait, let me guess. Witchcraft?”

Crystal rolled her eyes and said, “Heather told me.”

As though summoned Heather’s voice boomed from the shower. “Hey someone bring me my shampoo and conditioner.”

“I got it,” Crystal shouted back. She hopped off the bed and began to rifle through Heather’s bag while I considered what she had told me. She was having the same dreams which meant there was some sort of connection between herl and I. The obvious answer was that Heather had taken size from both of us, but was that all there was to it? There had to be something else. I was not any closer to figuring it out when Crystal returned.

“So what are you going to do?” I asked.

Crystal’s gaze flicked to the window and she was silent for a long moment before answering. “I’ve had a lot of time to think about it, but I don’t know. The truth is I don’t know if there is anything I can do. It probably won’t mean anything to you but I am what’s known as a hedge witch, basically the lowest tier of witch. There are some politics involved but what it really amounts to is that I don’t know many spells and the spells I do know aren’t very strong when I cast them.”

“You mean spells are weaker or stronger based on who casts them?”

“Sorta,” Crystal replied hesitantly. “There are a lot of factors, but basically yes. Some people are able to access greater amounts of mana.”

“Really, so mana is a thing?” I said excitedly, imagining dozens of video game explanations for magic.

“Yeah, but it’s complicated. If I explained everything we would be here all night,” Crystal said. “The point is: I’m on the bottom of the magic totem pole. Lilian is on top, or even beyond the top maybe.” I could see her thoughts sinking downward again and was struck by a sudden epiphany. I was looking at myself. Crystal was filled with the same guilt and helplessness that had been nagging me for months. I ran across the surface of the bed and flung my arms around her leg, giving her the best hug my twelve inch body could manage. She looked at me with raised eyebrows.

“You looked like you needed a hug,” I said.

“Thanks,” she said and her smile slowly returned. “Maybe I did.”

Another epiphany struck me, and I blurted out, “Get help.”

“Huh?” Crystal started at me in confusion.

“We get help. You said yourself you’re at the bottom of the totem pole right? What about the middle or people near the top? Even if Lilian is crazy strong there has to be others strong enough to fight her.”

Crystal shook her head, “It’s not that simple. There isn’t exactly a witchcraft help hotline and even if there were it wouldn’t necessarily help. We would still have to convince everyone of the danger they are in and I wouldn’t even know how to begin.”

“What are you talking about?” I said exasperated. “ To start just point out how the entire world is suddenly obsessed with size.”

“They are a part of that world, Mike. To them things are as they have always been.”

“Then how come you and I know things are different?”

“Because we’re part of it!” Crystal said vehemently. “Whatever spell has taken hold of the world; you, me, Heather- we’re somehow at the center of it.”

I sat down, hard, and said, “So this is our fault.” Crystal shrugged in response. Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for. “This sucks,” I said.

“Yeah,” Crystal agreed. After a long silence she added, “Want to get drunk?”

“Definitely,” I agreed. Crystal went hunting for the alcohol while I tried not to sort out how I felt about everything we had talked about. I was still helpless but I didn’t feel so alone, Crystal was right there with me. I had tried to talk to Heather about Lilian but that was the one topic she avoided and truthfully I never tried very hard. Even thinking about Lilian gave me chills and I suspected Heather was carrying around more than a little guilt. At least I hoped she was, Heather could be incredibly difficult to read when it came to certain topics.

“A tumbler for me,” Crystal said, walking back into the room. “And a shot glass for you.”

“What about me?” Heather said, ducking out of the bathroom, body dripping water and naked from the waist up. Her massive tits swung back and slapped wetly against her ribs as she stood to her full, towering height. It was a good thing the cabin was an A-frame or her head would have hit the ceiling. “I want to get drunk!” she boomed. Water splattered off her enormous body and onto the floor, streaming down from her soaken hair. A cloud of steam from the open bathroom door seeped into the room and coiled around Heather lending her an otherworldly aspect. The effect made her incredible size even more surreal, like she was some monster rising from the mists.         

“Ugh. There goes all the alcohol,” Crystal complained.

“Whatever,” Heather said. “I’ll leave you an ounce or two.”

Crystal rolled her eyes and poured everyone a drink from a bottle of high end whiskey. “No chaser?” I asked, making room as Heather lowered herself to the bed. The bedframe creaked ominously and the mattress sagged so low it nearly touched the floor.

“Can’t handle it straight?” Heather teased.

“I can handle it,” I said defensively.

Crystal raised her glass in a toast and said, “To uhh-”

“Boobs,” I offered. Heather’s oversized knockers were wobbling while she struggled to get comfortable on the bed.

Crystal rolled her eyes again. “Why not, to boobs.” she clinked her glass against mine and Heather’s.

“The *best* boobs!” Heather exclaimed proudly thrusting out her chest.

We drank together; Crystal from a normal glass, me from a shot glass. Heather drank straight from the bottle and probably downed as much in one swig as Crystal had in her full glass. Enough to kill me outright. My sip was far smaller in volume but no less potent. The alcohol burned down my throat purging doubt in an explosive buzz that singed my brain. It had been awhile since I had last drank.

Before Crystal could finish pouring the next round Dana burst into the room. Her cheeks were flushed and she had that deer-in-the-headlights look that made all of us lean forward to find out what was wrong. “He... He tried-”

“Hey,” Chance came in behind her and put his hand on her shoulder. Dana flinched at his touch. “Dana and I were just playing around, right?” He said and it was impossible to miss the undercurrent of menace in his tone. “What are you guys up to?” He scanned the room before his eyes fell on me. “Whoa, who is that little dude? Is he real?” In all the time I had been small I had never wanted to be big more than I did in that moment. I wasn’t sure what he had done to Dana but the look on her face was enough to make me want to put my fist straight through Chance’s shitty face.

“Yes,” Heather answered coldly. “He is real. Hey Dana you were feeling tired right? Why don’t you go lay down in the other room. Chase is gonna come drink with us so I can introduce him to Mike, aren’t you Chase?”

Chance glanced at Dana and said, “Yeah sure babe, sounds good.” Apparently he had given up on correcting Heather regarding his name. That would not be the last concession he would make tonight, of that much I was certain. I expected Heather to look hungry the way she did whenever she talked about draining someone, but her face was hard and her eyes could have bored through steel. I felt a surge of adoration for her, knowing that in that moment she felt the same way I did.

Dana opened her mouth to say something more but Heather gave a slight shake of her head and Dana reconsidered. Without a word she turned and walked out of the room. Chance watched her go before breathing a small sigh of relief, seemingly oblivious to the fact that no one was buying his bullshit. He pulled up a chair to the edge of the bed. “What are we drinking?” he asked casually. His eyes danced between heather’s huge tits and my shrunken body; torn between lust and fascination.

“We were actually about to start a game,” Heather replied. “Truth or Drink.”

“Isn’t that a little too high school?” Chance laughed uncertainly, finally sensing the tension in the room.

“It will be fun,” Heather said. “Here are the rules, one person asks a question and we all have to answer it honestly or take a drink.” Crystal finished pouring the drinks and handed the bottle back to Heather who said, “I’ll go first: have you tried to get into Dana’s pants tonight?”

“Nope,” I said.

“No,” Crystal shook her head.

“Not yet,” Heather added.

Chance shifted uncomfortably in his chair before taking a drink.

“Interesting choice,” Heather said. “Mike it’s your turn.”

Chance swallowed hard and said, “How can this dude be so small? Its tripping me out.”

“The same way Heather can be so big,” Crystal said coldly.

“Mike, your question,” Heather prompted.

“Have you ever sexually assaulted someone,” I said.

Heather glared at me before answering, “Yes.”

“No,” Crystal said.

“I see what is happening here,” Chance said finally. “You guys all think I did something to Dana. Well I hate to disappoint you but nothing happened. She was just upset because I tried to get the party started without Heather,” Chance said and folded his arms over his chest.

“How did you ‘try to get the party started’,” Heather asked and even Chance picked up on the warning in her tone.

“I tried to kiss her,” Chance said.

“And?” Heather said.

“And nothing, she pulled away.”

“So Dana ran in here because you tried to kiss her?” Heather asked with deep skepticism.

“Well I thought she was playing hard to get so maybe I grabbed a little tit, a lot of girls like it rough you know?”

“Then what,” Heather said anticipating that Chance was still holding back.

“She pushed my hand away so I- nah, you know what? Fuck this.” Chance’s voice rose in anger, “You guys brought me out here for a threesome and now you’re gonna put me on trial over some stupid shit?”

Heather stood and in an instant loomed over Chance. “I never said anything about a threesome,” she boomed. The color drained out of Chance’s face and he leaned back in his chair far enough that it began to tip slowly backwards before he caught himself.

“But I thought-”

“Don’t think,” Heather hissed. “It isn’t your strong suit. Now you’re going to tell me what else you did to Dana or I’m going to teach you the meaning of rough.”

Chance flinched as though struck. He glanced at the door, but there was no way he was getting past Heather. “I reached for her pants, okay?” Chase said, covering his fear with a panicked burst of anger. “She kicked me and ran in here. That’s it.” Heather grabbed Chance and lifted him into the air. His legs kicked futilely and his voice rose a few octaves, “I told you everything I swear!”

“Crystal,” Heather boomed. “Go check his story with Dana.” Crystal bounded out of bed and was out the door before Chance could protest. “If you left out even one single thing…”

“I didn’t!” Chance exclaimed, “I’m telling the truth!”

The tension in the room froze everyone solid until Crystal returned. “He told the truth. But Dana says she also told him to stop.”

“Oh, did she?” Heather said menacingly. “Didn’t your parents teach you Chase? No means no.”

“I’m sorry okay?” Chance sobbed. “I fucked up.”

“Shh. Shh,” Heather said. “You had your chance to speak. You know I was going to enjoy fucking with you over the weekend, but now I’m just going to play rough.” To Crystal she said, “There is a stone in my bag, get it for me.” Crystal nodded and quickly rifled through Heather’s bag before producing one of the stone’s Lilian had given Heather months ago. Crystal handed it over and backed away, wary of Heather’s barely restrained rage. “These are much faster than having to prepare the spell so I brought one just in case,” Heather explained.

The next moment the crystal began to glow and Chance began to shrink. ”Wh-What is this?” he said, voice laced with bewilderment and fear.      

“You really shouldn’t have fucked with my girlfriend.”