“So how’d you get roped into this?” Quinn asked, sitting next to Kelly in the dorm common room.

“Danielle felt really bad about all the stuff that happened with Penelope,” Kelly said, “so she wanted to do a Tiny Awareness thing…” She looked around, at least a few other students were sitting in the chairs that their RA had set up, and she’d even managed to get a large smart projector board set up for her presentation.

“So, uh… I think that’s the last one,” Iris said, putting up a large folding display. “Hey, where’s Derrick?”

“I don’t know,” Quinn lied with a giggle, rubbing a hand over her necklace.

Kelly frowned and looked at the large red ruby. “Come on Quinn, let him out.”

Quinn rolled her eyes and got up, walking down the hall to Derrick’s dorm. A moment later she returned, Derrick at her side at full size, the necklace notably absent.

“That gem jostles around too much,” he said, sitting down with them, “the inside needs some padding or something.”

“Okay so we all know why we’re here,” Danielle began excitedly. “Affected Individuals, Tinies, shrinkies, there are a lot of names for them, and now that they’re coming back to work and school we want to make things as comfortable for them as possible!” She flourished her hand, and the crowd murmured excitedly as they took in the tiny form of Paul, the local delivery guy, sheepishly looking out at them at his tiny size.

“Hi everyone,” he called nervously. “Uh, sorry if it’s a little hard to hear me, Danielle asked me to er… help, I guess.”

“What do you suppose she offered him to get him to do this?” Derrick whispered, leaning over to Quinn.

“Hey, you’ve volunteered for way worse stuff than this at my hands,” Quinn said with a smirk, “and feet… and tongue…”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “but I’ve come around to trusting you, stupid though that is…”

“One of these days I’ll just shrink you for good,” Quinn teased, “toss that Nullifier out in the trash and-“

“Guys, shhh.” Kelly muttered.

“So as you can see,” Danielle said, beaming out to all of them as Paul watched, tiny sized, from the table, “if you come across an Affected Individual who has lost their Nullifier, you don’t just pick them up!” She turned to Paul and gently extended a hand, “excuse me sir, can I offer you any assistance?”

“Sure,” Paul said, climbing into her palm.

“See?” Danielle said with a smile. Her excitement was short lived, rather than gripping Paul she’d simply let him stand in her palm, and when she’d turned back to the crowd he’d toppled over with a scream and tumbled out of her palm. Danielle squeaked in embarrassment, then fell to her knees, apologizing as she scooped the tiny man back up.

“Is he okay!?” someone asked.

“Yeah,” Paul shouted, struggling back to his feet in Danielle’s palm. “Tinies don’t really get hurt from falling.”

“Is ‘tinies’ a politically correct term for… affected individuals?” someone asked.

Paul frowned, “Uh… well I don’t really mind it.”

“What about Shrinkees?” some else asked.

“Smalls?”

“Mants?”

His face wrinkled at the last one, “Mants is offensive,” he said.

“Gonna go ahead and agree with him on that,” Derrick muttered, “I always hated ‘mants,’ the rest never bothered me though.”

Danielle went on a little longer, elaborating on the various “carrying techniques,” while an increasingly uncomfortable Paul was placed on her shoulder, then in her breast pocket, and finally in her purse.

“Now of course there are lots of other ways to carry our tiny friends, but always ask permission first!” she said, withdrawing a sheepish looking Paul from her bag.

There was a question and answer session after that, where people asked Paul various hypotheticals, and a little about what he’d done when tiny. Like Derrick he’d mostly had it easy, evidently his ex-girlfriend had been a kind and considerate caretaker during the tiny years, regardless of their former relationship status. The event wrapped up with Paul taking a bow from Danielle’s palm, and the other students clearing out as they variously headed towards the meal hall or back to their own rooms.

Soon it was just the four of them, Danielle, and Paul. The RA smiled excitedly as she approached them. “So, Kelly, Derrick, what did you think?”

“It was great,” Derrick said with a smile. In truth he’d found the whole thing a little silly, mostly covering things he’d thought were obvious, but Danielle was practically bouncing up and down, he didn’t want to burst her bubble.

“Thanks for trying to help us out,” Kelly said, “Sorry I didn’t want to er… demonstrate.”

“That’s fine,” Danielle said, “Paul was just looking around campus and I roped him in!”

“Uh yeah,” he said, holding onto her finger for balance. “I was thinking about coming here next year maybe… could I get my Nullifier back now?”

“Oh, right,” Danielle chuckled, slapping her forehead, “duh!” She pulled it out of her pocket, letting it dangle as she walked the tiny man to the bathroom to regrow and dress himself.

“So, if I come across you two without your watches, do I need to ask permission to pick you up?” Quinn asked with a smirk.

“Like you would anyway,” Kelly muttered, crossing her arms. “I’ll see you guys later, I need to take care of some stuff I couldn’t while I was small last week.”

…

Kelly walked through the terrarium, checking on her spiders. As usual they mostly ignored her, preferring to scurry about and cocoon recently caught insects.

As much as she preferred to be at her full size, she always found a walk through the terrarium to be oddly peaceful. Nobody would bother her here, surrounded by webs and Black Widows, and while she didn’t harbor any illusions that the creatures had some affection for her, she knew she could count on them to do what she needed them to, namely keep bigger people away.

The hair on the back of her neck stood on end as she heard her dorm room’s door open. Slowly she crept out of the small den of sticks and dry leaves in the center of the terrarium, cursing herself for not double checking the lock before shrinking herself.

“Kelly?” Quinn called, frowning as she looked around the seemingly empty dorm.

Kelly breathed a sigh of relief and walked out. “Hey!” she shouted at the top of her lungs, “next time you come in, knock or something!”

Quinn jumped slightly, then bent over, peering into the terrarium. Her eyes went wide as she saw Kelly in the midst of the spider webs, the ominous red hourglass shapes of the dangling widows clearly visible.

“Wicked,” Quinn breathed, “Iris told me you kept an army of spiders in here, but I thought she was joking…”

“It’s not an army,” Kelly said defensively, “there are only three in here!”

“In there,” Quinn mused, “so do you have more somewhere else?”

“Did you come here to talk about my spiders Quinn?” Kelly asked with a sigh.

“I am kind of curious as to why you picked black widows.” Quinn said, peering into the terrarium curiously.

“I needed venomous ones and there are only two types around here that are really dangerous,” she explained. “Brown Recluses were too… reclusive, plus they scuttle all over the place. Widows are easier to keep track of.”

“Right…” Quinn muttered, “well uh… I just kind of wanted to talk to you a bit.”

Kelly raised an eyebrow, “Okay, what’s up?”

“Do you maybe want to get out of there first?” Quinn asked, gesturing to the terrarium.

Kelly smirked, “Nah, I’ve got some cleaning to do in here still.”

Being tiny you were almost always at the mercy of bigger people, so Kelly had always relished the few opportunities she’d had to unnerve them. The spiders were the easiest way to do that, even from behind glass most people were naturally leery of the venomous creatures. Kelly enjoyed Quinn’s concerned look as she walked over to one of the Widows who was lazily resting in a large web, then idly she stroked the chitinous black surface of the spider while she waited to hear what the other girl had to say.

“I guess I just wanted to say… it was fun hanging out with you this week,” Quinn said slowly. She chewed her lip as she tried to think of how to express her thoughts. “I… I know you maybe didn’t have much of a choice but to let us, to let me take care of you, but I hope we did okay.”

“You did okay,” Kelly said, giving a small smile to the giant girl beyond the glass. “You did to Penelope what I’ve been wanting to do for years, I’ll always appreciate that much at least.”

Quinn beamed, “Hey, it was the least I could do.” She sighed, looking down, “I guess I was thinking… I know you had this plan to go into hiding during your monthly tiny days, and if you still want to do that I understand, but…” Kelly raised an eyebrow as Quinn paused. “What I mean is,” Quinn continued finally, “if you wanted to just stay with all of us again the next time you’ve got to be small, I think we’d all like that.”

Kelly was quiet for what felt like a minute, then smiled, “Yeah… I think that would be nice.”

Quinn’s face lit up. “Great! That’s uh… that’s all I had to say.” She frowned as the spider scurried away from Kelly’s touch, having grown irritated with the tiny girl. “Also, this whole setup of yours is pretty hardcore… I don’t know if I could hang out with a bunch of spiders at full size, let alone at yours…”

Kelly giggled. “Well Quinn, I’ll let you in on a little secret.” Quinn raised an eyebrow and leaned in closer to the terrarium. Kelly gave her a wide toothy grin, “We tinies can talk to the spiders Quinn, I send them after people who anger me.”

Quinn’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit,” she breathed, “really?”

Kelly rolled her eyes. “No,” she laughed, “now get out of here so I can regrow and get dressed.”

…

Derrick sighed, stretching contentedly across the couch while he wanted for Quinn to finish putting the assorted frozen entrees in the oven. The pair were alone for the evening, enjoying a quiet night in at Quinn’s apartment. The loud sound of popcorn in the microwave mixed with the opening chords of Dawn of the Dead from the television as the sun outside began to set in earnest.

“So Kelly’s not going into hiding next month?” Derrick asked.

“Hopefully not,” Quinn said, flopping next to him on her couch. “I think I’ve finally convinced her I’m a friend to all tinies.”

“Wow,” Derrick laughed, “that’s uh… quite the turnaround for you.”

“I just think she needs to get used to the idea that she’s big again,” Quinn said, ignoring the remark, “that people can really be her friends without trying to catch her or whatever…”

Derrick couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah… growing back was… is, kind of an adjustment. I had it pretty easy compared to Kelly, but for the first few weeks I was just lost.” He stared off into space a moment, “I’d mentally just gotten used to being stuck in the house. I remember a few days after I got my nullifier, I realized that if I was hungry, I could just go get something to eat… I could just go to the store whenever I wanted.”

“All of this talk of you being small is turning me on,” Quinn said. She smirked as she climbed on top of him, “think about if you’d shrank near me on that first day Derrick, I’d have snatched you away, hidden you in my underwear drawer… just kept you.”

Derrick smiled. “This sounds more like the Quinn I know.”

“You’d spend your days as my little slave,” she fantasized, draping her arms behind his head, “and then imagine, finally getting to regrow and thinking you’d escaped me…”

“It would be nice,” he said, playing into it, “but I’d always be looking over my shoulder, wondering if you’d catch up to me again…”

“And then,” Quinn continued in a sultry voice, “you’d screw up one day, forget to lock your door, leave work just a little too late and…” She leaned in close, whispering in his ear, “I’d get you!”

Before he could react, Quinn’s hand was on his wrist, and he heard the telltale click as the clasp was undone. The world spun, and he heard Quinn’s smug laughter as he disappeared into his billowing clothes. He didn’t have time to get his bearings before a familiar hand wrapped around his body, pulling him out and into the low light of the living room.

“Looks like I have you again, my little toy!” she laughed, “and this time you’ll never escape!”

Derrick gulped nervously as he felt his erection rising against Quinn’s fingers, and from her predatory grin she could feel it poking against her. The truth was he found Quinn irresistible when she got like this, but like any good roller coaster you never knew when the drop was coming.

He stared nervously as she opened the drawer to her nightstand, a drawer he knew from experience held her vibrator. Today it also held a bottle of purple lubricant he hadn’t seen before, and it occupied her free hand as she brought him into the bathroom and held him over the sink.

“Hold still,” she ordered, flicking the top off.

Derrick tried, but he couldn’t help but cough and sputter a bit as a wave of the translucent goo was poured over him. A moment later he gasped as Quinn’s powerful fingers worked their way over him, spending extra time between his legs as she giggled at his reaction. The lubricant tingled slightly, and he managed to wipe enough of the muck out of his eyes to see Quinn nodding appreciatively as it covered his whole body.

“What’s this for?” he asked hesitantly, “I’ve never had any problem getting in…”

“You’re not going in the front door tonight,” she said with a wink.

His eyes went wide as she reached down to unbutton her pants, sliding them and her underwear down in one smooth motion. She stepped out of them, her grin growing wider as she slapped her ass. She was enjoying his apprehension, and for a brief moment he wondered if she was just teasing him, as she often did.

“Are you ready?” she asked in a low voice.

From the way she spoke he knew she was serious this time, and he steeled himself as he nodded. His view changed from her face as she brought him around and bent over, and his heart raced as he saw her pert bottom in front of him. Her free hand came up to spread her cheeks wide, and he saw where he was going.

Quinn moaned as she felt his slick body make contact, and his feeble and halfhearted struggles caused her to smile as she slowly but steadily slid him in. For Derrick it was tight, dark, muffled. He felt her close behind him as her finger gingerly tapped his feet in, trapping him inside her ass.

“Oh fuck,” Quinn moaned.

Her eyes crossed briefly as the electric sensation of Derrick’s movement shot up her spine. It was all she could do to stumble back to the bedroom, keeping her cheeks clenched tightly to keep her prisoner from escaping. She fought a giggle as her hand floundered in the nightstand drawer, finally coming out with her vibrator, which hummed beautifully as she flicked it on.

Derrick could hear the low buzz as it made contact, and the small fleshy chamber he was in seemed to throb with excitement as Quinn began using it in earnest. He felt her puckered opening by his feet, but every time he tried to move towards it Quinn groaned louder, and he tumbled as she shifted her body, playing with herself as he fought for air.

“Keep fighting,” she ordered, gritting her teeth as her orgasm neared. “Come on, get me off or you’re staying in there!” That brought a final flurry of motion which teetered her over the edge, causing a scream that no doubt was heard around the complex.

“Whew,” Quinn panted, letting her grip on her vibrator slip. She watched idly as it tumbled off the side of the bed, still buzzing. Derrick was still fighting inside of her, and she smiled, enjoying it for a few more minutes as the afterglow subsided.

…

Derrick lay limply in Quinn’s palm as she slowly scrubbed him off. Both of them had agreed he needed a bath after his ordeal, and she slowly moved the soap suds over his tiny body while he relaxed in the sink basin.

“That was fucking amazing,” Quinn giggled, squirting another glob of vanilla scented soap into her hand.

“Glad you enjoyed it,” he muttered, still feeling a little weak.

“Not a lot of girls like it in the butt,” she said with a wink, “you’re a lucky guy.”

He smirked, fighting a laugh. “Yep, I sure feel fortunate…”

“Hey,” she laughed, “tell you what, let me finish cleaning you off…” her fingertip started rubbing over his crotch, and beneath the suds he stirred to life beneath her touch.

“Okay,” he moaned, smiling as she started to stroke him off.

“And then…” Quinn continued, “once you’ve rested up, regrown, and gotten something to eat, you can stick it in my ass at your normal size.”

His eyes lit up. “Seriously, no tricks?”

Quinn smiled and rolled her eyes. “Not this time, now come for me so I can rinse you off!”

He didn’t need to be told twice, his hips eagerly bucked against Quinn’s fingers as she milked her tiny man of everything he had. He limply lay against her palm in the warm water again, enjoying the sensation of the faucet pouring the tap water over him and washing away what was left of the soap.

…

“What do you think of this one?” Kelly asked, modeling the doll sized dress while Iris looked on.

“It looks great,” Iris said, “but I don’t get why you suddenly want a new wardrobe.”

The pair were at “Small World,” the most popular retail chain for tiny sized clothes. Word had it that the owner had owned a doll and miniatures shop before Shrinking Day, and had transferred over to clothes and accessories for tinies afterwards. The invention of the Nullifier had cut into the chain’s sales, but many tinies still wanted nice things to wear on those few days a month where they needed to be small.

It had been a week since she’d gotten her Nullifier fixed, but Kelly had still dragged Iris to the small shop and insisted on modeling some new clothes. It had surprised Iris, Kelly was rarely open about her status as a Tiny, and usually ordered whatever she needed off the internet.

The store itself had a small “runway” near the counter where Tinies could model items for full sized friends, and Kelly was playfully strutting across it as Iris looked on. She was trying out a strapless red dress that hugged her body impressively, and from the way Iris’s eyes followed she could tell it was a hit.

“I’m thinking of spending my next couple of days tiny more… publicly,” Kelly said cautiously, “I just wanted some nicer stuff to wear.”

Iris’s eyes lit up. “Really? That’s great!”

“Yeah well,” Kelly sighed, “I feel pretty good around you and Derrick, and honestly even Quinn.” She turned and looked up at the giant redhead with a smile. “I might have to spend a few days every month at doll size, but I think I’ve spent enough of my life camping in the park at three inches tall.”

“Do you want to stay at the tiny home in your dorm?” Iris asked, “Or would you prefer-“

“You can keep me,” Kelly chuckled, cutting her off. “I promise to be a good dolly when the time comes.”

Iris giggled, blushing a little and looking around to make sure the clerk wasn’t close. “Are you sure? You might end up on the wrong end of a bottle of chocolate syrup…”

“And I suppose someone would have to clean it off?” Kelly retorted, crossing her arms with a smile. “It’s a good thing there are no boys in my life, otherwise I’d be in your stomach and you’d be taking them on a date.”

Iris blinked, red faced and flustered. “N-Not all of my stories have that happening!”

“Yeah, just like three fourths of them,” Kelly laughed, “maybe we could ask that guy Paul to help you live the fantasy?” She swayed her hips as Iris watched her, wide eyed. “Imagine it, you come across the two of us, tiny, kissing… Then I look up and,” she clapped her hands to her cheeks in mock fear and surprise, “Oh no! It’s Iris! And she’s going to eat me and steal away my boyfriend!”

Iris felt beads of sweat on her forehead as she tried to determine whether or not Kelly was serious. She’d tried to make Kelly feel safe and welcome whenever she was small, and while she’d certainly thought about taking her fantasies further, she didn’t want to bring them up for fear of scaring the poor girl. Now though…

Kelly seemed to sense what she was thinking and shot the giant girl a wink. “Don’t stress about things,” she said, “I’ll let you know if you’re spooking me…”

The bell at the shop’s door dinged, and the pair turned to see Quinn walking in. She rummaged in her purse a moment, then produced Derrick, wearing a small tracksuit.

“Hey guys,” he waved as Quinn set him on the counter.

“Any reason you’re doll sized today?” Kelly asked, walking over to Derrick while the two full sized people greeted each other.

“I’ve got one tiny day for the month left,” Derrick said with a shrug. “So I’m Quinn’s pet until tomorrow.”

“And how’s that going?” Kelly asked.

Derrick cleared his throat and looked away with a goofy grin, “Uh… well I’m having a good time,” he said finally.

“Hey!” Kelly said, waving her arms and getting Quinn and Iris’s attention. “Can one of you guys take me to the dressing room? I’m ready to grow back!” She grinned and turned to Derrick. “Stay right there!”

He raised an eyebrow as Iris scooped up the other tiny. “Where would I even go?” he said, looking around the counter.

Kelly returned, full size, with Iris a few moments later. “Okay,” Kelly said, leaning over the table, “I… I really want to pick you up.”

Derrick frowned. “Really? That’s it?”

“I’ve never handled a tiny while I’m the big one,” Kelly said. She looked at Quinn, “Y-You’re okay if I pick up your boyfriend, right?”

Quinn smiled. “by all means,” she said, gesturing to him, “help yourself!”

“All right,” Derrick said with a shrug.

Kelly nervously wrapped her fingers around Derrick, bringing him up to her face and looking down at him in awe. She rotated him curiously, enjoying the first such interaction where she was the larger party. Her thumb came up, pressing against his chest as she felt his body, and he felt his heartbeat pick up as it slowly traced down his body.

“Weird…” Kelly muttered, “it’s so weird being on this end of it.”

“C-Could you give me back to Quinn now?” Derrick stammered. Kelly’s fingers were starting to excite him in a way that he didn’t want when it wasn’t Quinn holding him. Kelly blushed and nodded, quickly delivering him back to his girlfriend.

“What does Derrick taste like?” Kelly asked curiously, her face getting redder as she realized the intimacy of the question.

“Caramel and Christmas spices,” Quinn said without missing a beat. She squeezed him playfully and licked her lips, “at least that’s the closest comparison I can make.”

Kelly went to purchase her items, and the rest discussed their plans for the rest of the day. Iris and Quinn were debating which of the fast casual places in the strip mall would make a good lunch when Kelly came bounding back to them excitedly.

“Guys,” she said, handing them a glossy advertising handout, “check this out!”

“A concert?” Quinn asked, reading the flier, “Fifty Foot Woman From Mars? I’ve never heard of them.”

“It’s a bit of a gimmick band,” Kelly admitted, “the singer is a normal woman, and the band is all tinies, still they’re not bad, and they’re coming here next month!”

“And you get in free if you bring a Tiny?” Iris asked, reading the rest of the flier.

“Exactly,” Kelly said, “and we’ve got two big people, and two tinies,” she pointed to Derrick, “it seems perfect!”

“It says here tinies have to attend without Nullifiers to get the free tickets,” Quinn said, raising an eyebrow at Kelly. “You sure you’re up for that?”

Kelly gulped nervously, imagining being at small size in a crowd… strangers on all sides. She looked up at Iris and Quinn, then down at Derrick, then forced a smile.

“Yeah, I think so!”

…

“EEP!” Kelly squealed in surprise as a pair of chopsticks pinched her midsection, and she struggled as she was lifted into the air.

“Too slow,” Iris teased, watching the tiny naked woman squirm feebly. She slowly brought Kelly over and dipped her in sweet and sour sauce, splashing the sticky goo over her before lifting her up again.

“No wait!” Kelly shouted, “I’m sorry! I’ll break up with…” she wracked her brain, trying to remember what her imaginary boyfriend’s name was in the roleplay.

“Tyler,” Iris giggled, watching the red sauce drip down Kelly’s body.

“I’ll break up with Tyler!” Kelly pleaded, “Please just don’t-“

She was cut off as Iris popped the tiny woman into her mouth like a sushi roll, and Kelly flailed against Iris’s tongue as she began to savor the taste. She slowly sucked on Kelly’s body, drawing the sauce off her and relishing the sweet cherry flavor of the tiny girl.

Kelly felt the slimy appendage force her against the rough roof of Iris’s mouth, and she shivered as it moved between her legs. She sucked in breath, inadvertently getting a mouthful of Iris’s spit as the tongue ground against her.

Iris felt a tiny pair of legs wrap around her tongue as she picked up speed, and she smirked, enjoying how easy it was to pleasure the tiny woman. She was merciless, and she heard a tiny scream of pleasure from inside her mouth, along with a spike in that delicious cherry flavor that seemed to permeate the tiny woman. She let her hand drift between her own legs, leaning back as her fingers slipped beneath her panties. Spit filled her mouth, and her neck arched backwards as she prepared to swallow Kelly down.

“SPIDERS!” she shouted, “SPIDERS! SPIDERS!”

Iris paused, hearing the safe word they’d picked, and then with a sigh leaned back up. She slowly spat a soaked Kelly down into her palm, the sweet and sour sauce replaced by her own dripping saliva. She cupped her hands around the shivering Tiny, hoping to warm her.

“Sorry,” Kelly said sheepishly, “I uh… I panicked right there at the end.”

“It’s okay,” Iris said, reaching for a napkin and toweling her off. “You let me get pretty far, and that thing about a tiny’s flavor peaking when they cum…” she giggled, “well, that’s definitely true.”

“Good to know,” Kelly nodded, wiping spit from her face.

Iris was quiet a moment, then decided to broach a topic that had been bothering her. “Kelly, if you want to go to that concert at full size, it’s fine… we’ll just pay normal price to get in.”

“No,” Kelly insisted. She hugged the napkin around herself tighter, fighting off the cold that was starting to touch her after leaving the warmth of Iris’s mouth. She gave a reassuring smile to Iris, “I’m going to do this, it’s going to be great… you’ll be carrying me the whole time, nothing can go wrong!”

Iris nodded, “Okay, well… I just don’t want you to think you have to-“

“Enough about the concert,” Kelly said, “I’m freezing!” she gave an exaggerated shiver and then smiled up at Iris, “can you maybe… put me someplace warm?”

Iris grinned eagerly as her worries were forgotten, and ideas on what to do with Kelly were racing through her mind as she stripped the now soggy napkin off the tiny woman.