Ava peered through one of the grates, slowly scanning the hallway from left to right. She couldn’t see anyone but the hall was so dimly lit that she couldn’t be sure. The eerie silence was what got to her. There’d usually be human voices echoing throughout the station but it was so quiet that she could hear her own breathing.

“Is there anyone out there?” Isaac asked.

“I don’t see anyone.”

“I still don’t think it’s a good idea,” he said, nervously chewing on his lower lip.

“We need to get across the hall if we want to get to the comms room. If we stay in here, they’ll eventually find us,” Ava argued.

Her companion sighed. “I suppose you’re right.”

Crawling back out through the ventilation cover took almost all of her courage and once she was outside in the hallway, she felt utterly exposed and helpless. She silently motioned to Isaac and they began to creep down the hallway, staying close to the walls. To her horror, she saw the remains of other shrunken people on the floor, their bodies reduced to little more than bone fragments and jellied flesh. Both she and Isaac were too focused on the carnage before them to notice as the doors to a storage room slid open. By the time that Ava saw the movement out of the corner of her eye, it was too late. A gargantuan hand swooped down and grabbed them both up. It took her a while to recognize the face; at her current size, everything and everyone looked so damn different.

“Put us down, Liam!” She shouted at her boss.

“Shhhh, be quiet,” he hissed. His expression mirrored her own fear, and she hoped that he was one of the sane ones aboard this station. If not, then there wasn’t much that she could do. Even now, his clammy fingers were wrapped tightly around her body, pressing her up against Isaac. When Liam slipped back into the storage room, Ava found herself jostled around violently. She was relieved when the giant stopped walking, although he now raised them even closer to his face.

“Don’t hurt us,” Isaac begged.

“Calm down, Isaac. Do I look like a psychopath to you?”

The captain didn’t look like a psychopath, Ava almost said. She held back, though. Instead, she recounted what had happened, hoping that her boss didn’t decide to go crazy like the rest of them. Being at someone else’s mercy was terrible, and it was even worse when it wasn’t clear what side they were on.

“That Alliance woman is killing everyone on the station,” she told him.

“I know,” he said and she felt her blood turn to ice-water. Joanna’s gruesome death flashed in front of her eyes and her head spun with the knowledge that she may face a similar fate. But Liam merely raised his free other hand, rubbing at his forehead. He looked…ashamed? Frightened? Perhaps both.

“She promised me all kinds of things if I gave her the security codes.” He must have seen Ava’s face because he stopped rubbing at his forehead. “I didn’t know that she was going to kill people.”

“Who is she?” Ava asked, disgusted that Liam could have sold them out.

“I don’t know. I mean, she seemed like a member of the Council, but…”

“Obviously not,” she snapped. She didn’t mean to, she had just been under too much stress. Being in Liam’s enormous, sweaty hand wasn’t helping that. His face darkened for a second and she instantly regretted her words.

“Sorry. Look, is there anyone else involved in this?”

“Just the Captain, I think. They’ve been killing off everyone else, military and civilians.” In the harsh light of the storage room, Liam looked like he was about to be sick.

“Can you get us to the comms room?” Ava asked.

“I can try,” he said quietly. He was still wearing his lab coat and he placed them in one of the pockets, which was a strange experience. Ava found herself surrounded by fabric warmed by Liam’s body heat, each thread as thick as her finger. Worse, she couldn’t see much. There was just enough light filtering in through the top of the pocket to see Isaac.

“Can we trust him?” He whispered but she honestly couldn’t answer that question.

***

The hot water beat down on Ethan’s shoulders and back, pouring down his body and washing off the blood from his earlier crimes. Any other time, he would have been worried about conserving the station’s water, but that was no longer even a concern. So he stood in the little shower longer than he needed to, enjoying the way that the warm water relaxed his muscles.

He sensed Naomi before he saw her through the shimmering energy barrier that separated the shower from the rest of the room. To his surprise, she had taken off her clothes and was approaching him, moving with a bold swagger. This was a confident woman, more confident than any other woman that he ever met. As she stepped into the shower, the barrier pulling apart to allow her through, he couldn’t help but admire her body. She was a collection of feminine curves, her hips and shoulders wide, tapering off into a narrow waist. Ethan allowed his eyes to drift over her flat stomach and small yet perfectly round breasts, stopping when they reached her face. The red tattoos on her cheeks stood out against her fair skin, her eyes locking with his and holding his gaze captive.

Ethan felt his cheeks flush and she laughed, reaching out for him. He immediately noticed that her shapely arm was bare, the controller gone. A part of him wondered if he could dash from the shower and locate the device before she stopped him. And what then? Would he shrink her as well? He imagined the beautiful assassin shrinking down to the size of a bug and screeching as he brought his heel down onto her.

The thought brought goosebumps to his flesh, but he didn’t dare pursue the fantasy any further. No, she would surely outrun him and she knew where the controller was, not him. She would strap it on and then he’d be the one screaming underfoot. Even if by some lucky stroke of fate he managed to locate the controller first and kill her, then her employer would come for his head. So it was best to just act as her partner and do what she wanted. Besides, she was gorgeous and standing there naked before him, her eyes glittering with lust.

Naomi touched his muscular chest, her hand trailing over his pecs and then down, toward his abdomen. The water ran down over her as well, her black hair sticking to her head like a helmet as she ran her palm and fingers over his skin. Her other hand was clenched and as he watched, a minuscule arm worked its way out from between her fingers. With a wink, she opened her hand, revealing more shrunken captives. They gawked up at him, quivering with barely-suppressed terror.

One of them, a middle-aged woman with her salt and pepper hair pulled back into a bun, lost her balance when Naomi swept her hand around. Ethan watched her plummet through the air, her screams shrill and panic-stricken until she hit the plastic floor of the shower. Then she simply lay there, the water pooling around her tiny body. He would have thought that she was dead, especially the way that her legs were bent at unnatural angles. But then she moved slightly, feebly. Naomi nudged her with one toe, the woman making weak noises of pain.

She was too broken to do anything but mumble soft pleas as Naomi positioned her foot over her.

“I’ve been doing this for years,” she said to Ethan, and it took him a second to realize that she meant assassinating people. “And most of the time, it was just a job. But this…this is pleasure.”

The ball of Naomi’s foot completely engulfed the injured woman, hiding her from Ethan’s view. She stepped down and there was a sharp crack and a sort of sudden pop; then a small mass of pinkish viscera shot out, the blood mixing with the water.

She continued to talk as if she didn’t even realize that she had flattened a human being underfoot. “The closest was when I was assigned to take out the governor of some backwater colony world. Oh, that man begged me on his hands and knees to spare his life. The fear and desperation in his eyes turned me on a bit, I’ll admit. I had never felt so powerful in my life. But this a million times better. I’m a goddess to these pathetic insects.”

Naomi pinched another man between her fingers, lifting him by the head. As he flailed, she said, “And I like being a cruel goddess.”

Ethan expected her to squeeze, to make the shrunken man’s head implode, but instead, she lowered him down to the just below her navel. Her sex was shaven except for a strip of dark hair along the mound, and he couldn’t help but look at it as her slim fingers peeled open her outer labia. To her obvious amusement, the diminutive man made a harsh wail as she deftly slid him in feet first. She let out a little moan as she forced him upwards into her vaginal canal with her index and middle fingers, her feminine hips undulating almost involuntarily as she felt his movements.

The remaining people she placed on her breasts, one on each. The soaked woman on her right breast desperately straddled the gigantic nipple, her teeth bared in a rictus of terror; the man on her left breast held on with both arms, trying to pull himself up onto the curved hill of flesh. Ethan’s hand moved on its own accord and he poked at the little man’s vulnerable back, grinning lopsidedly as the civilian babbled in fright. On the other breast, the shrunken woman just clutched onto Naomi’s breast, her small feet digging into the pillowy flesh.

No one can live, Ethan thought as Naomi wrapped one arm around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her. The people on her breasts struggled as their chests came together; the man yelped at the sudden pressure, his body slowly mashing like soft clay between them. The woman let go at the right moment and rolled downwards, her progress marked by a slight ticklish sensation against Ethan’s skin. He caught the tiny scientist just before she dropped to the shower floor, but instead of putting her down, he cupped her against Naomi’s beautiful body. As the scientist screeched in protest, he moved her slowly against the other woman’s flesh.

“Put her in me,” Naomi commanded in a husky voice and so Ethan did, slipping the shrunken woman between her swollen netherlips. Now they were two people inside, imprisoned in a tomb of hot flesh, forced to squirm as Naomi clenched her inner muscles.

They continued to kiss one another, their hands exploring one another’s bodies, as the crimson water swirled down the drain.

***

In the Security room, the AI dutifully showed Naomi the real-time footage from all of the station. She was sprawled out on a chair, her right leg propped up on the console before her. The mashed remnants of one of the security personnel decorated her sole in a dripping red pattern; the other security officer cowered near her foot, not daring to look at the grisly remains of his comrade. The soft glow from the screens illuminated her thoughtful face as she watched Liam talking to those two bug-people.

“Oh, Dr. Cayer. You’re quite the Benedict Arnold, aren’t you?” Naomi commented out loud. Her right foot moved slightly, eliciting a terrified whimper from the surviving security officer. When her dark eyes focused on him, the whimper transformed into incoherent babbling. She reached forward, grabbing the tiny man and turning her attention back to the screens. Without even looking at the thrashing officer, she shoved him between her lips. It was more of an impulse than anything else, but as soon as she felt him bucking wildly in her mouth, she couldn’t help but smile.

As she studied Liam on the lefthand screen, she savored the wailing man in her mouth, feeling his minuscule feet and hands clawing and kicking at her upper palate. She allowed him to simply shriek for awhile, his cries echoing up through the roof of her mouth; then, she tilted her head back slightly and swallowed him. A second later, the fluttering in her mouth was replaced by fluttering in her stomach. But she was too busy staring intently at Liam to even notice her victim’s death throes within her.

***

Ava found that she hated riding in a giant person’s pocket, especially when Liam shifted without warning and she went rolling into Isaac. One or twice, they banged into the giant’s hip, hard enough to leave bruises. When Liam finally stopped and reached down into his pocket, she was actually relieved to be grasped by the mammoth fingers. He pulled her out first, then Isaac, holding them close enough to his face that she could see the way that his huge pupils dilated or constricted within the brown irises of his eyes, depending on the intensity of the light.

“Bad news. They’ve sealed off the end of this hallway, so I can’t get to the comms room from here,” Liam told them.

“We can try the ventilation shaft again,” Isaac said and the giant nodded, lowering them to the floor. Ava climbed down from his upturned palm, not looking forward to going back into the shaft but seeing no other choice. Besides, at least she wouldn’t have to be carried around in Liam’s pocket or his clammy hands any longer.

And then she appeared in the corridor, preceded by the staccato clicking of her stiletto heels.

“Dr. Cayer,” Naomi greeted him enthusiastically, as if they were the best of friends. “I’ve been looking all over for you!”

Ava watched Liam as he hesitantly stood up and raised both hands, his face becoming pallid. “N-Naomi. How have you been?”

“I’ve been quite busy. Killing all of the people on this station, that sort of thing.”

Liam nervously licked his lips. “Speaking of which, I’ve found more of them.”

Of course that coward would betray them like that. Ava would have been furious if she wasn’t so terrified. Neither she nor Isaac dared to attract Naomi’s murderous attention by moving toward the ventilation grate. They remained completely still, petrified statues awaiting that bastard Liam to rat them out. But as he started to say more, Naomi pointed her arm and the SR838 controller at him, her expression fiendish.

“Wait! Naomi, don’t do this!” Liam was caught in mid-plea when she fired the shrink ray, his body dwindling down. “I can help you find the others!”

“I believe I can do that well enough on my own,” Naomi said, striding toward him. He darted desperately, his white lab coat flapping behind him. The giantess was clearly expecting him to bolt for the ventilation grate, so she planted her high-heeled foot down in front of it, blocking his escape route. But he sprinted the opposite way, barreling through a doorway. Liam was probably too panicked to notice the warning signs and the bright yellow markers surrounding the door’s frame, the ones that signified that this doorway was in fact one of the airlocks. Naomi noticed, however, and she strolled right up to the doorway and pressed her palm against the control pad.

The emergency door slid shut and Ava knew that the outer door, the one that led to the deadly vacuum of space, was opening wide. With a horrible eagerness, Naomi peered through the glass on the emergency door, her smile predatory. Ava was thankful that she couldn’t see what was happening, although she could picture it in her mind’s eye, Liam shrieking as he was sucked out into the frigidness of deep space. She tried to will the image away as she and Isaac snuck toward the grate. A sudden tapping made her stop and she glanced up, toward one of the round windows that looked out into the starry blackness.

Liam’s tiny body was bumping against the round porthole, the flesh on his face already purpling from asphyxiation and severe frostbite. He may have been partially to blame for this hellish situation, but for a moment, Ava felt a stab of pity as she watched his corpse float by the window. She didn’t have much time to feel sorry for him, though, because the giantess was already turning away from the emergency door. By the time that Naomi’s bloodthirsty eyes settled on them, they had already crawled back into the ventilation shaft.

***

“How many are left?” Ethan asked. Both he and Naomi were on the bridge, which was eerily silent. Normally, it’d be bustling with activity, his crew carrying out their day-to-day tasks. But the crew were all dead and the AI was carrying out their normal functions for now.

“Two or three at most.” Naomi was draped over his captain’s chair but he didn’t dare to tell her to move. Her slim fingers ran over the SR838 controller absently, her left eye hidden by a lock of her lustrous black hair.

“Think of what this can do, Captain. If we could outfit an entire army with these, why, wars would be won in a day! Our enemies crushed underfoot like roaches,” she said, her voice oddly husky. Unbidden, the image popped into Ethan’s head of soldiers approaching enemy forces, shrinking them and then simply squashing them underfoot. Then his mind took it a step further, those forces shrinking and subjugating entire worlds. People shrunk to the size of an ant or smaller, forced to serve their new gigantic overlords…he found that he liked that idea a lot.

“Anyway, back to the task at hand,” Naomi said, pulling up the holo version of the station’s blueprint. “Our shrunken friends have been hiding in the ventilation shafts. When I was spying on Dr. Cayer, they said something about the comms room. I’m willing to bet that they’re headed there now.”

Ethan offered her a hand but Naomi didn’t take it, instead standing up on her own. She led him through the bridge’s door and Ethan followed, not really used to being the second in charge on this station. But it was far better than the alternative, being shrunken and flattened under Naomi’s foot. Or worse. He remembered what she had done to several of the captives from before and he felt the slightest tingle of dread.

Naomi paused before one of the service consoles, her fingers flying over the interface.

“I’m closing the shafts between the comms room and where I spotted the little bastards last,” she explained, glancing over her shoulder at Ethan. He nodded as the console confirmed the closure of several ventilation ducts. Then he went to work, kneeling before one of the grates. It took some doing but he was eventually able to pry off the grate. Leaning down, he peeked inside and saw nothing but impenetrable darkness. He squinted, noticing the faintest hint of movement and the gleam of golden hair. There was no doubt that it was Ava and the other scientist, whatever his name was.

Ethan shoved his hand inside of the shaft, groping around blindly. At first, he only felt metal and dust and then his fingers brushed up against something else, something small and warm and alive. He seized the little soft thing, almost laughing when he felt the ticklish punches against his palm. Uncurling his fingers, he inspected the panicked man, noting his horror with undisguised glee, and then he shoved him into the pocket of his pants.

The other civilian was still in there and although he reached inside again, he couldn’t feel her. Probably running for her life through the shaft. Boy, would she be surprised when she got to the end of the vent and noticed that it was sealed off! Ethan smirked at this thought and then slowly began to follow the shaft, stopping when he arrived at the next grate. Naomi strolled beside him, her dark eyes expectant and lustful. She was probably relishing the hunt as much as he was. Inside his pants, his cock awoke again, driven by sadistic need. The shrunken man in his pocket twisted and squirmed madly, probably noticing the monstrous organ that pulsated through the fabric beside him.

“Avaaaa…we know you’re in there, you little bitch. Why don’t you just come out now?” Naomi called out to the tiny woman in the vent. The scientist didn’t answer, of course. Nor did she come out, so Ethan ripped off that grate as well. Once more, he plunged his hand into the vent and he grinned as he snatched up his second prize, the little blonde woman.

“Gotcha!” Ethan couldn’t hide his excitement as he held the last of the scientists in his hand.

***

Ava expected to be killed right then and there, her life extinguished without a passing care from the two giants. What she didn’t anticipate was the captain carrying both her and Isaac back to the bridge. She had never been to that area of the station before and the first that she saw was the enormous curving window that took up an entire wall. Iapetus II, the reddish-orange moon that Lani orbited, filled half of the window; beyond that was just the grim nothingness of space.

Naomi stood before the curved window, glancing out at the section of moon that was visible. Ethan, on the other hand, turned his attention to Ava. At first, he just stared unnervingly at her, his boyish freckled face at an impossible distance; then, he reached out with an index finger, carefully placing the tip beneath her chin.

Ava gasped as the giant’s finger forced her head back, the pain not nearly as terrifying as the fact that he could snap her spinal column with minimal effort. Through the tears misting her eyes, she could see Ethan’s toothy smile.

“Ethan, you don’t need to do this. You’re not a monster,” she tried to reason with him. 

“Oh, but I want to do this. Very much, actually.”

The colossal fingertip moved downward, allowing her to move her sore head and neck, but it stopped on her chest, feeling her breasts through her blouse. She tried to push the unwelcome finger away, but it was like trying to move a fallen oak tree. All she could do was howl protests and flail as her captor probed at her body.

The giantess strolled over to the leather captain’s chair and slid down into it with lithe grace. “Bring them over here, Ethan. We need to finish this.”

Ethan carried them over to where Naomi waited, her dark eyes sparkling with malice. Leaning back in the chair, she pushed her skirt upwards. When she removed her panties, Ava understood what the two monsters were planning to do. She let out a long, low howl of rage and terror as Naomi’s slender fingers parted her labia. What awaited them was a reddish-pink cavern, slick with clear fluid.

Chuckling cruelly, the giant jammed Isaac between Naomi’s netherlips, ignoring the small man’s desperate kicking. Ava fought Ethan as he lowered her down, past the strip of pubic hair toward the slimy opening. But she couldn’t stop the inevitable, and she arched her back, shrieking as she felt the wet flesh touch her own. As the giant’s fingers pressed down, Ava collided with Isaac, driving him down deeper into the giantess’ vaginal canal.

Her upper body was still poking out, and Ethan didn’t seem to notice as he fumbled with his uniform trousers, trying to free his penis. Gritting her teeth, Ava collected every last ounce of strength in her body and hoisted herself out, rolling and tumbling. She was vaguely aware that the giant’s erection soared by overhead and then plunged into Naomi with a loud squelch. With a plop, Ava landed on the chair, Ethan’s gargantuan legs stretching out before her.

The giant and giantess were lost in their passion, kissing and moaning and caressing one another. Somewhere between them was Isaac, and Ava shuddered to think what was happening to him, especially with the giant’s cock pumping in and out like a massive, deadly piston. But she couldn’t think about that. She had to get to the comms room. Ava was so close, and if she could just get help, she would see these murderers brought to justice.

The floor seemed far away, but she had a way down. She approached the captain’s right leg, grabbed fistfuls of trouser cloth, and then begin to slowly climb downwards. It wasn’t easy; Ethan moved without warning, too absorbed in his own pleasure to notice her, and she almost fell several times.

When her feet finally touched the floor, she didn’t waste a precious second. She dashed toward the comms room.

***

Naomi’s neck was exquisitely soft and smelled like her subtle perfume, and he planted light kisses along its length. He felt the little scientists thrashing against his cock, and then he felt a series of minute crunches. The idea that he was smashing people with his erection made him shiver in pleasure, and he growled as the orgasm rushed over him. He continued to thrust a few more times, just to make sure that they were dead.

“That was wonderful,” Ethan murmured, and Naomi smiled, stroking his cheek with one hand. He dismounted her, and his seed spilled out, tinted scarlet with blood. Gently, Ethan brushed her clitoris with his fingers, and then he fished out the first body from her depths. The corpse was mangled, the head and chest crushed beyond recognition, but he thought that it was Isaac. He searched around for Ava, but couldn’t find her.

“What’s going on?” Naomi demanded, and he swallowed hard.

“She’s gone.”

***

Ava hated how slow she moved, and she knew that her pursuers could catch up with her at any time. The first thing that she did when she entered the empty comms room was crawl into the control panel near the door. She understood the layout well enough that she was able to move some wires and lock the door; then she began to disconnect the AI. The captain now had access to all doors on the station except for this one.

Exhausted, Ava left the control panel and headed for one of the desks. It would be like climbing up the side of a skyscraper but she could do it. Taking a deep breath, she started to work her way upwards, using cables and cords to hoist herself up. Ava was halfway up the desk when she heard a resounding crash. Peeking over her shoulder, she saw Ethan and Naomi through the glass door.

“Ava, open this door!” Ethan snarled, banging the door with his fist. She glanced at him, loathing him with her entire being. Then she continued to climb, pulling herself up onto the desk. A large window was at her left, and she could see Naomi’s surprisingly detached expression reflected in it.

She had to use her entire body to punch in Ostara Station’s contact information, and she stood there, panting, as a female voice answered. “Ostara Station here.”

“Ostara, there is an emergency on Lani Station. Repeat, there is an emerg—,”

The female voice interrupted her. “Have you finished cleansing Lani?”

Ava blinked rapidly, confused. “Wh-what are you talking about?”

The voice was silent. Then: “Who is this? Agent Han, is that you?”

The words “cleansing Lani” slammed around in Ava’s head like cannonballs, leaving her feeling dizzy and sick.

“They already know. The Alliance sent me here to make sure that the device stays secret, at any cost,” Naomi said, and with a terrible certainty, Ava knew that she wasn’t lying. The panic that she had been experiencing for so long faded away, replaced by a horrible despair. She found herself looking out through the window, the utter blackness seeming to expand, larger and larger.

“Ava, open the damn door! You heard her! There’s no way out!” Ethan shouted from behind the glass. When she didn’t react, he pounded at the door again. Naomi took a more reasonable approach, her voice cool.

“If you open the door, we won’t kill you. Not right away, at any rate. After all, it could be weeks before the Alliance transport ship arrives. Think of all the fun that we could have.”

But Ava didn’t even turn her head. Instead, she just continued to gaze out the window at the darkness that lay beyond.