The Flea, a thief who harassed France with his burglaries and robberies. The police were unsure how he was so successful. It was because of his secret technology. A device that could shrink the wearer down. He had acquired it when working with the nefarious Doctor Schultz, a German woman who was a highly skilled scientist who intended to use it for her own gain. She had hired the Flea to work for her, offering a cut of the goods. For a while it worked. One day, however, the Flea rebelled, stealing the technology from the scientist. He’d done this by taking the device and sneaking out of the lab within Schultz’s own hair! After hiding within that forest, he had escaped. The doctor, realizing she’d been betrayed, declared revenge. She rebuilt the technology and became a thief herself. But she was only a scientist. The Flea was much more successful as he had a history of being a robber, knowing it’s ins and outs. The two became bitter rivals.

A famous museum was exhibiting the largest diamond in Europe. This was his target. It was too simple. All he had to do to get in was infiltrate the vents of the building and make his way to the exhibit. The automated security was no match for a tiny burglar with increased strength, agility, and speed. He located his prize. He was in a sealed room that house the gem. It stood high above him, like a building. Suddenly, a shadow came over him. He look to see a giant figure that looked at the diamond. It rapidly shrunk down, bringing him face to face with his nemesis: Schulz!

The Flea reacted quickly. He ran over to the diamond, shrunk it down and pocketed it. Schultz looked angrily at her rival, confused as to how she missed him. She charged, but he leapt out of the way. She grabbed his arm and he grabbed her neck. Here they were reduced to punching each other to loosen the grip. They separate and circled around each other at a distance. Loud booms caused them to freeze: footsteps. In walked in another person, who let out a massive sigh.

Towering above them stood a massive woman, a police officer. She wore a traditional French police cap, dark blue trousers, a short sleeve, button down, blue shirt with a badge displayed. She had a cute, feminine face with big brown eyes. Her hair was brown with streaks of blonde and was in a tight bun. She stared down at the display disappointed.

Her name was Officer Felicity Brun. Here it was her first night on the job and something had gone missing. It was just there, and seemed to have disappeared or something. Frustrated, she called it in to her superiors for support.

The Flea and the scientist stared up at the woman. The Flea moved first, bolting towards Officer Brun. He could tell by the way that she spoke that she was new to this. Not only would she have trouble with the situation, but she could be his way out. Schultz gave chase as fast as he could. The Flea leapt through the air and landed on the girl’s large hand, which was positioned on her belt. He began climbing. The doctor jumped after him, nearly falling off, but still making it. She pursued up the massive arm. To them, it stretched for miles, populated by tall brown hairs, and slick with sweat.

Unbeknownst to the Officer, the suspects were still at the scene. Not only that, but an epic battle was to take place on her own body.

Officer Brun searched the area for any evidence. Despite her best efforts, she was not trained to look for tiny criminals, so she found nothing. They had to be somewhere around here, but where?

Meanwhile on the surface of the policewoman’s bare arm, the enemy pair rushed to outdo each other. They would meet, kicking each other down, swinging off of hairs the tan wall of her arm stood miles above them, so it seemed to take forever to reach the top. Every two inches they went, they fell an inch back. The Flea knew this couldn’t last. If he could reach the shoulder, he might be able to lose the scientist. Begrudged, he pulled out a pistol and aimed at his pursuer. He hated using guns.

Schultz looked up in shock and quickly ducked behind a thick hair as bullets whizzed past. She crouched down. She went to leap up, but a bullet struck the hair next to her, causing her to careen down. Luckily, the giantess raised her lower arm, at the same moment, catching her on the inside of her elbow.

The Flea continued up. His goal was to climb up to her shoulder, under her shirt. He should be safe there until he found a way to escape. The giantess’ movements made this hard. He could tell that she was investigating and moving around. She was an athletic woman, and her muscles rippled below her skin. He had to get out of here fast. He looked down to see the doctor leaping back up the officer’s bicep at a fast rate. His rival’s skills were improving. He made it to the top of the bare shoulder and so did Schultz. She pulled a long blade from her belt. It was a shame he was out of bullets. With no choice, he pulled out his own blade.

Brun reviewed the security footage. There she saw that the diamond did disappear. But there was something else. A figure had walked into the room and also disappeared. It was there. She played the tape repeatedly, looking for any signs of tampering. Considering that multiple cameras picked it up, including all the same details, and that the system had been protected all night, she considered it to be real. Brun was a smart woman, just inexperienced and unprepared. There had been increasing of shrinking burglars as well. This could be one of those cases! But how would she find them if they were tiny The policewoman raised her arms to stretch.

The ground under the Flea and doctor Schultz shifted. The tumbled forward off the shoulder into a soft valley of skin. It smelled of perfume and sweat. They had fallen into Brun’s armpit. They stood up to face each other but were instantly stuck between the fleshy walls of the armpit and arm as the arms lowered. They clawed upwards, desperate to escape. The officer didn’t even feel a tickle from under her arm. The skin and warmth was suffocating. The Flea thought of stabbing into the flesh, but that would not be noticeable, and if it was, they could both be in trouble. For what seemed like an eternity, they finally saw the light of day. Schultz tried to grab the Flea’s leg, but he kicked her in the face, causing her to cry out. He rapidly climbed back up the shoulder and ran down the large collar bone. The doctor was in hot pursuit. He finally reached an opening, the unbuttoned collar of her shirt. Schultz still chased after, large blade in hand. He looked up the wall of the woman’s neck and decided to climb. Using all his agility, he shot up the side, the scientist leaping below him. He heard a giant gulp and felt as the policewoman swallowed a glob of saliva, feeling it pass down her throat. With a giant jump, he made it to the chin. He was willing to make some risks to end this pursuit. He looked up at the pink, wrinkled lips above him and Schultz below. He flew upwards and landed on the girl’s massive upper lip. Schultz followed. There would only be one way to get rid of her...

There they stood, tiny specks on the face of Officer Brun. Below them was a fall that meant death, above them were two tunnels that threatened to vacuum them up.

The policewoman pulled out a magnifying glass to look for possibly tiny evidence. She looked at the pedestal that held the diamond. It was perfectly clean, except for one grain of dirt. She looked as close as she could, forced to pick it up. Against the backdrop of her magnified finger prints there sat... a knife? But it was so tiny! It couldn’t really be a knife could it? She dropped it into a plastic bag. Sweat rolled down her face. She grabbed her water bottle and started drinking.

The Flea drew his machete. Schultz pulled one of her two blades, but the other was missing. They stood ready sizing each other up, both weary of fighting. It was time. The Flea pulled his gun. Schultz froze, with no where to hide. He demanded that she give up her pursuit. She denied, hesitating. How would she get out of this one? Schultz smiled he wouldn’t shoot her. She was too important. She walked towards him, blades drawn. With his empty gun, the Flea threw it, bouncing off of the scientist’s head with a clunk. She shrieked and collapsed to the ground. Suddenly their world shifted. A tower of a water bottle moved into view, dumping a waterfall into the policewoman’s open mouth. The Flea grabbed Schultz and swung her down. She yelled as she splashed into the falls and careened down the giant woman’s throat. Triumphant, the Flea bounced to the top of the nose, up the forehead, the top of the head, and dove off of a tight hair bun. Landing on the floor, he smiled as he looked back. He disappeared with his ill gotten treasure.

After finishing her drink, Brun curled her tongue thinking. If they were tiny, the suspect would be long gone by now. She had hardly found any evidence. They seemed to have left hardly anything. She paused. Something was on her tongue. She stuck it out and wiped it with her finger. She looked at the object, surprised she felt it. It matched the one she found one the pedestal. A knife. Oh no. She felt around her mouth with her tongue and fingers but felt nothing. She felt a tickling inside her stomach.

The terrified Schultz washed into a cavernous stomach, getting coated in digestive juices. She sneered in anger and started punching the moving pink walls around her. Suddenly she heard a fizzling noise. Her shrinking device was being dissolved by acid! With it ruined, she started to grow...

Brun’s belly groaned. She pulled up her shirt revealing her tummy and navel, glistening with sweat. Something was really moving in there! Gagging, she coughed up a blob of phlegm. She felt sick when she saw something moving in it. The something grew into a full sized woman who staggered to stand up, still coat in goo. The shocked Brun punched her to the ground. She pulled her gun. Schultz simply collapsed.

“Who the hell are you?!”