I lay on my back, feeling Fulda’s chest rise and fall with her breath beneath me.  Her bare breasts rose up at my feet, fleshy hills nearly fifty feet high with caps slowly receding.  They had been more than a handful before, and now the word immense could scarcely be proper to describe them.  Above the terminal arc I could faintly see strands of unkempt red hair, the rest of her face obscured behind her chest.

Fulda shoved her palms into the mattress and pushed, dragging herself along her sheets.  She propped her head up against a pillow, and her long neck gave her just enough altitude for her eyes to peer over the pair of domes.  The scene struck me like a pair of moons rising over the horizon until they froze in place, pointing directly at me.

“I thought you were more into butts,” she chided, making the ground beneath me rumble with her voice.  “You’re spending an awful lot of time staring at my tits for an ass man.”

“I am,” I replied, shouting at her cleavage.  “Where do you think I was going when you grabbed me?”

Fulda forced her eyes wide in feigned shock.  “Were you going to go… inside me?”

Not quite what I had in mind, but I decided to roll with it.  “And I would have gotten away with it too, if not for your meddling fingers!”

“It’s a good thing I stopped you, too!  You would have come out of that smelling awful.  I’ll not have my tiny boyfriend smelling like shit, you hear?”  I nodded, and she continued, “Besides, I imagine you’d come out of there looking rather a lot like a bug...”

“Me?  Mistaken for a bug?  But I’m so charming!”

A chuckle escaped her throat while her eyelids narrowed.  “Oh yes, it’s almost certain.  See, I’m all the way up here, and you’re down there by my feet.  With you skittering around like you do, it’s more surprising I haven’t taken you for a bug yet!”

This might take us to some interesting places.  “Oh yeah?  And what would you do with your little bug of a boyfriend?”

 “Well, presuming you’re on the ground,” Fulda trailed off, drawing out the last syllable.  “I’d lift up my foot and step towards you, but I’d be sure to miss.  Little by little I’d push you back with my feet, just missing by a hair each time so that you feel the thunder of my footfalls.  Yes, I want you to be good and terrified when I get you backed into a corner and look up at me in absolute awe of my dominance.”

I grinned.  “And what then?”

“I lift up my foot one more time, point the toe down, and grind you into the floor,” Fulda said, matter-of-factly.  “I think you’re a fucking bug in this scenario, dude, what do you expect?”

That certainly took the wind out of my sails.  Looks like she didn’t think this was a fun, flirty conversation at all.  I remained silent for a long moment, letting the pause get more awkward, and the pile of tiny clothes in the dollhouse rushed back to me.  “I’m not the first person you’ve shrunk, am I?”  My mouth felt dry after I finished the question, knowing that I wasn’t going to like the answer.

“Not by a long shot.”  Her voice was calm, almost bubbly, when she said it.  As though she had been expecting the question, and was simply waiting for me to ask it.

“How many others?”  I was sure that there were others before me or she wouldn’t have planned on this as a surprise last night, but I had no idea if this was some sort of habit for her.

Fulda hummed and tapped at her chin while thinking.  “Let’s see… One every couple days since spring of sophomore year, and some when I would just get bored… lots?  Several hundred?  I’ve honestly lost count.”

“But why?” I asked, and quickly followed it up with, “Did you do this to your other boyfriends?”

She shrugged, and the slight motion of her body made me wobble.  “It’s fun?  Because I can?  I like being so much more powerful than people, able to end their life in an instant.”  Her nipples began to engorge again, like she was imagining it at that moment.  “You’re the first boyfriend I’ve done it to though.  Actually, you’re the first boyfriend who’s lasted more than a couple weeks in a while.  A lot of guys are scared of me if it’s just the two of us.”

Well, bully for me, I threw caution to the wind and look where I ended up.  “What do you do with them though?  From the sound of it there should be a small town of people living in your room.”

“I kill ‘em.”  She said it so non-chalantly that I wasn’t sure I had heard her correctly.  “Usually I crush them, sometimes I eat them, a few times I just kept shrinking them until they aren’t there anymore.”  My silence must have seemed like an invitation to continue.  “Oh, there was this one, he was particularly annoying, so I made him about a quarter your size and tossed him in Jess’s shoe!  She spent a good few minutes stomping around, trying to get it out, she must have completely flattened him by the time she was done!”  Fulda burst into laughter at the end of her story, her heaving chest bouncing me up and down, while I searched for words that can possibly address this.

“You… kill them?”  My voice was barely a whisper when I repeated it back, but she seemed to have heard it well enough.

“Yeah!”  The enthusiasm of her answer did absolutely nothing to make me feel better.  “I like the sound of them crunching under my shoe, the feel of them being flattened by my ass, how they struggle in my mouth… it’s euphoric.”  I had been rendered speechless again.  “Didn’t you wonder why there were so many missing people over the last few years?  They just disappear.  No one would believe someone being shrunk down, even if they saw it.  It’s ‘impossible.’  And evidence?  Just a load of laundry or a scrub to get rid of, if it doesn’t take care of itself.”

I was horrified past the point of speech.  My girlfriend was the most prolific serial killer of modern times, maybe ever, and she seemed downright chipper about it.  As if she sensed my abject terror she poked me again, forcing me to my feet, and assured me, “You won’t end up like them, though.  I think you’re too cute.”  She brought her fingers together so that they formed a solid wall and held them above my head.  “I would never, in a million years, swat you like a fly.”

Instinct took over and I jumped to the side, rolling along Fulda’s sculpted tummy until I stood back up on uneasy ground.  The instant I was clear she swung her hand down, landing with a dull thud on her ribs and just missed me.  Before I could do anything else her other hand came forward, balled up in a fist, and she flicked her fingers forward, catching me with a tip.  I was lifted off my feet and sent flying by the blow, following a low arc over her abs until my feet caught the inside of her belly button and sent my tumbling the rest of the way.  Her waistband stopped me, the inertia generated by my negligible mass no match for the strip of elastic.

While I lay groaning on the broad field of her tan skin her first hand moved into position over my prone body.  She easily scooped me up into a loose fist and I felt the world turn over when she turned her wrist.  “I don’t think I could crush you in my hand, either,” Fulda called out, and her fingers began to constrict.  I had nowhere to run anyway, and it quickly became a moot point.  Her tightening fist held me fast.  The pressure increased and I exhaled, then found myself unable to inhale again.  My brain went into panic mode, oblivious to everything except the imminent threat of either suffocating or being squeezed to death, neither of which I could do anything about.

Suddenly the immense weight on all sides of me subsided, and I drew in a deep breath.  Just in time, it turned out, since the thumb and forefinger of her other hand swiftly closed around me, making it difficult to breathe again.  She lifted me up, and I saw that, while I was panicking, she had carried me up to her head.  I was held above her lips, suspended by mere inches, and she said, “But eat you, though?”  Her breath hit me like a hot wind, blowing back my hair and making my skin ripple.  “I think I could do that.”  Fulda’s lips opened and belted out a cruel laugh, the rhythmic air punching my face and drowning out my scream.  The digits holding me swung open and I fell down toward the open maw, open more than wide enough from her laugh to allow me through.

I landed softly in the middle of a pink cushion, held in place by the steep inclines on either side.  Shock wore off and I soon realized I had landed on the crease between her lips, closed quite solidly.  A finger came down and gently pried me out, then rolled me over her bottom lip and onto her chin.  “Actually, I can’t.”  Wind from her voice whipped around me and tore at my ears.  “Not yet.  Too full from lunch still.”

For a moment I laid on her smooth skin, stewing.  After being unmolested for a bit I pushed myself up, my hands finding sure purchase in the skin beneath me.  Carefully I turned toward the rest of her face, staring down the dark nostrils in front of me, and yelled, “Fulda, what the fuck?!”

She dithered, and her lips tightened so that they pulled me feet along with them.  “What’s the matter?” Fulda asked.  “Can’t take it anymore?”

Again she had shocked me into silence, while I tried to order the words I was looking for.  “Do you really think this is the best time?” I finally began.  “You just gone done telling me how you killed hundreds of other shrunken people, then you pulled all that shit.  I’m afraid for my life every second, and this seems like it’s some sort of game to you?”

“Oh relax!” Fulda retorted, her rumbling voice failing to reassure me in any way.  “Do you have any idea how many times I could have killed you before now?”  Though I didn’t think it possible, she was doing her best to make me feel even less at ease.  “Lunch today, playing last night… hell, if I wanted to I would have just flattened you last night right after I shrank you.  Just a few more millimeters and you would have been mush, you know?”

We stayed in silence until she broke the peace, presumably having given me some time to think over what she had said.  “Look, if this is going to work I need you do work with me, you know?  I need you to trust me.  I need you to work with me.  I need you to realize that you’re different from all the others, that I’m not going to fucking crush you out of nowhere, and I need you to realize why.  Do you think you can do that?”

“Well, if you really wanted me to realize that, you’d-“

“What, did you think I was just going to look at you with hearts in my eyes?”  It seemed Fulda had anticipated my response.  “I want to have fun with you, do stuff with you, but that’s going to look different than it used to.  I’m going to play with you, but I’m not going to smash you because I’m not a fucking monster and you’re my fucking boyfriend, got it?”

 I guess I hadn’t considered it from her angle, not that it was easy to do while always being in fear for my life.  If I took her advice though, I would probably be able to relax, at least intellectually.  The involuntary reactions, fear shocking my body into action, was probably exactly what she wanted.  “Yeah, I can see where you’re coming from,” I admitted.  “It’s just hard, you know?  I try to maintain a cool head, but then I see your foot about to smash me, or your mouth about to eat me, and nothing else seems to work.”

“You’re going to need to get over that, because that’s going to be your life for a long while.”  It seemed Fulda hadn’t budged on the idea of growing me back, and was set on keeping me like this.  “I’m not going to treat you like a pet, but I’m also not going to treat you like the scum I usually get.  Just chill out, play along, and you’ll be fine, okay?”

Before I could answer a force seized me by the collar and pulled me away from Fulda’s chin.  Panic quickly subsided and I realized it was her fingers pinching the back of my collar while I rocketed over her breasts again.  She turned me around so that I could face the long, sinewy length of her body, before she set me down at the base of her chest.  Her fingers released and I slid down, my back against her soft breasts as though they were a wall while I recovered from the past few minutes.

The land beneath me shifted so that it tossed me against one side, then quickly righted.  When I looked back down I could no longer see all the way to Fulda’s legs; a laptop was blocking my path.  Her fingers worked quickly along the pad, so that she could pull up an internet browser.  “I can do things your way a bit longer though,” she said, a small earthquake accompanying each syllable.  “Just lay back, relax, and enjoy.  It’s not every man I let snuggle up against my tits.”  With a deft click she started a show playing, and I settled in against the warm flesh behind me to watch.