“We got the results back from your tests... It seems you do have the shrinking gene.” The doctor told me. My world collapsed around me as I heard the news. All of my future plans shattered. All of my excitement towards the upcoming weeks, gone. Now my mind was rattling with fear of what’s coming next.  

“Fuck” I whispered under my breathe.  

“I’m afraid that it looks like the gene is already fairly deep into the process and it can hit fast and hard. But everything can be okay.” The doctor said as handing me a pamphlet titled ‘Adjusting to the Small Life’. 

The doctor rambled about how to adjust to the new life and what opportunities I still had, but I knew how tinies were treated. There are tiny rights activists out there, but the vast majority of people nowadays see them as little pests and burdens to take care of. So most don’t. I know my family wouldn’t treat me very well if I went to them when I shrunk. My mom and sisters would probably get enjoyment out of harassing their newly tiny family member. Maybe they’ll treat me better than they treat tinies that they find on the streets.  

What I was most worried about was my girlfriend, Kristen. We were in love. She was my everything and I was her everything. We had a great relationship and it seemed like nothing could ever stop us. Nothing, but this. She was gorgeous and quite frankly, out of my league. Her eyes were a dark brown, but there was a sparkle to them every time we looked in each other's eyes. She was very fashionable and had a modern punk hair cut where it was short on one side. The punk haircut didn’t completely fit her personality. She was such a sweet girl, to everyone. Well, everyone but tinies. She was more fun than I was, more unpredictable/chaotic, more playful. I had been ready to propose to her for a while now, but haven’t had the right opportunity. Just a little size difference shouldn't ruin our relationship, right? I thought back to all the memories I had of her tormenting tinies. I had always seen tinies as people, well because they were people. Just smaller. In my eyes at least.  

When I first started dating Kristen, I liked everything about her. But then as we were walking home one day, we were romantically walking down the sidewalk, eyes locked, sunset behind us, but then her eyes shifted to the ground and blew up with excitement.  

“Woah! Look how big that one is!” She excitedly exclaimed as she ran over to the miniscule body. She stood over the tiny man, who must have been nearly two inches tall, which was rather large for a tiny. The man stood in her shadow as the giantess loomed above him with her hands on her hips and a smile running across her face. She stepped closer and squat down, mesmerized by the tiny guy. 

“I’m keeping this one.” She said as she turned around and smiled at me. She picked him up and shoved him between her breasts. She skipped back to me and grabbed my hand to continue the walk.  

“You’re just gonna take him like that?” I asked.  

“Yeah? Why not?” She asked confused. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those tiny rights activists.” 

“Oh, umm, no. It's just... I don’t want another man enjoying my woman’s boobs like that.” I said trying to save the tiny man and save myself from losing my chance with this girl.  

Kristen smiled up to me, “Okay.” She plucked the tiny guy out of her breasts and kicked off her shoe and quickly dropped him in. With a little wave goodbye and a blown kiss, she inserted her foot back into the shoe and looked back at me smiling. I didn’t look as amused.  

Her expression changed to curiosity. “What’s wrong babe? Don’t tell me you don’t want another man enjoying my smelly feet. You’re not into that, right?” 

“No of course not. It’s nothing. Shall we continue the walk?” I said as I tried to push past the fact that I didn’t like what she was doing. We walked into the sunset, with a tiny man tagging along for the ride.  

This was only the first of many times that I would let my girlfriend torment tinies. Eventually she even got me to join in on the torment. The first time was when she had a tiny girl in her pocket. She leaned in and kissed me while taking the girl out. She used one hand to pull my boxers out and dropped the tiny girl and let go of the boxers. My boxers snapped shut and I looked down concerned about what had just happened. I could feel the tiny girl fall through my pubes and onto my cock.  

“Babe come on.” I said as I felt bad for the innocent tiny in my pants.  

Kristen whispered into my ear and grinded against my cock. I couldn’t help but get aroused, with my cock pushing the tiny girl harder into my boxers and against my girlfriend’s dry humps.  

“See, isn't this fun?” She asked with a big smile on her face. Before I could even get a word out, she jumped on top of me, pushing me into the couch and started making out.  

Over the years all of the torment that I allowed to happen and joined in on, I had accumulated enough guilt and karma to make me think that I deserve whatever is coming to me.  

I left the doctor’s office, throwing out the pamphlet on my way out. I got in my car and drove back to my and my girlfriend’s apartment. The whole time I was dreading getting there, which was a first for me. I love her and love seeing her. Why should a little bad news ruin everything? 

I pulled into my parking spot and sat there for a second, gathering the courage to walk in. I closed my eyes and took deep breathes for a second, before hopping out of the car and walking towards the apartment.  

Upon entering I was greeted with the delighted voice of Kristen coming from the living room, as she sat on the couch. “Darling you’re home!” She cheered.  

I saw her with her feet on the coffee table and a tiny person at her feet, probably giving her a massage like she likes to do after a long day or after a run. She kicked the tinies away and sprung to her feet. She quickly ran over to the door, put her hands behind her back, and tip toed so she could reach my lips and gave me a quick kiss. This might be the last time she’ll ever do that. Either because she’s about to break up with me, or I’ll be the smaller one...  By a lot. I wasn’t tall. I was 5’7, but that was still taller than Kristen who was 5’2. But 5’7 was a hell of a lot taller than what I was about to be. 

“How was your day?” I asked Kristen as she came down from the kiss.  

“Awful, awful, awful. But... Its better now that you’re here.” She said. “Come on quick, I’m watching a movie and I found a good batch of tinies to give us massages.” Kristen pulled my arm and started guiding us to the couch, but she didn’t make it far before I resisted and pulled away.  

“About that...” I hesitated. “I...” 

Before I could finish Kristen blurted out, “Did you cheat on me?” 

“What, no. I would never.” I quickly answered.  

“Then what is it?” She asked, confused. She guided me to the couch and we sat down holding each other’s hands.  

“You love me, right?” I asked.  

Quickly Kristen shouted, “A million times, yes.” She kicked her feet up onto the coffee table in front of two tiny girls who were ready to obey her orders.  

I grabbed her leg and gently pulled it away, removing the giant foot from where one of the tiny girls stood. She still had her other foot up and flexed her toes as she enjoyed the immediate massage from the girl on the right.  

“I... I’m going to be like them...” I softly said while nodding my head towards the shrunken girls.  

“What? Like those buff guys in the movie I’m watching? Sure, I wouldn’t mind if you got a little bigger, but there’s no need to change...” Kristen started saying before getting cut off. 

“No, no. Like the girls.” I said.  

“Like... You are going to... become a girl? I’m totally fine with that babe. I want you to be who you are and if you feel like you’re a girl, then...” She said as she misunderstood again, or maybe was in denial of what I was really trying to bring up. 

I cut her off once again, “Tiny. I’m going to become a tiny.” I regretfully said.  

Kristen’s face was full of shock and confusion. It quickly turned to anger and she crossed her arms and said, “You said you didn’t have the shrinking gene.” She looked away, frustrated with the situation.  

“I said I don’t think I have the shrinking gene. I checked with the doctor today, and it turns out I do.” I said while rubbing her leg, trying to get her to even face me.  

She turned back at looked fiercely at me and said, “I’m mad at you.” 

“Does this mean... We’re done?” My voice quivered.  

“Of course not. I love you, silly.” She said, still with her arms firmly crossed. “But I’m mad at you!” 

“You know I can’t control it!” I refuted. 

“I know... But, I’m still mad.” She said. “Can we... do the thing I wanted to do? Before you shrink.” She used her right foot and pinched a tiny girl between her toes and kicked her foot up onto My lap. 

“Babe...” I whimpered.  

“Come on, I’ve always wanted you to fuck me with a tiny in me. Or at least in the condom.” Kristen said, now leaning in with puppy dog eyes. “Pleeeeease?” 

I froze up, empathizing with the innocent girl. “I... I don’t think that’s appropriate right now.” 

Kristen pulled my pants down with her left foot and proceeded to use both of her feet to rub my cock until I was hard, all the while, the tiny girl was stuck between her toes and being rubbed into my cock. She placed the tiny girl on the head of my cock and grabbed a condom. She rolled it over the tiny girl, trapping her with a giant cock.  

I looked down at the girl, full of guilt. Suddenly the girl started growing inside the condom. This has never happened before. There aren’t any cases of tinies returning to normal size. There is hope now. I smiled and looked up to Kristen, who wasn’t sharing the same enthusiasm. She looked the opposite actually. Confused, I looked back down and noticed that, the girl wasn’t growing. I was shrinking. The condom ripped off and the girl took a deep breath for air. The tiny girl was now at waist height. Quickly I shrank smaller and smaller until I was the same height as the tiny girl, who was about an inch tall. The girl looked at me angerly, for good reason. The anger didn’t scare me at first, but a few seconds later I started to worry. The tiny girl stood up next to me and towered above me. Probably double my height. I tried to stand confidently, next to the girl, but my knees couldn’t help but shake. I slowly looked to my right and that’s when my knees gave out and I collapsed. There was a pair of giant eyes inspecting the two tiny people on the table. They were massive. They were dark brown and I could see all of the detail in her iris. They were the same eyes that he’s looked into a million times, but it felt different. Not because they were a hundred times bigger, but because they lacked that sparkle that I loved to see in her eyes.  

“You’re fucking tiny.” Kristen's voice boomed. Her warm minty breath was like a mild wind pushing into me. She did not look happy with my new form. Two giant fingers glided through the air towards me. I jumped back, afraid of massive objects casually flying through the air. The hand loomed above me and came down. I stuck my arms out and closed my eyes, only to hear the tiny girl scream as she got lifted away. The girl dangled in front of Kristen’s eyes. 

“I won’t be needing you anymore.” Kristen said as she pulled the tiny figure even higher and opened her mouth. She dropped the inch-tall girl into her mouth and knelt back down to my level. I watched as she swashed the girl around her mouth. At one point the girls tiny arm poke out, reaching for someone to save her. But that’s not how these things work. Kristen swallowed her whole and smiled. 

“Hello darling.” The voice boomed once again.  

I was frozen in place. My heart was pounding and I couldn’t help but feel for the tiny girl, now being digested by my giant girlfriend. That very well could have been me. Or if I get on her bad side, maybe that will be me someday. No, no. She loves me. She’ll treat me good, right? 

“As mad as I am that you’re a tiny now, I have to admit, you are adorable.” Kristen said as she brought both of her hands to surround me. She gently pinched both of my arms and started playing with me as if I was some toy. “Oooo look at me, I’m John. You better watch out cause because I’ll punch you in the pinky toe if you’re mean to me.” She said, mocking my size.  

“Babe... Stop treating me like a toy.” I shouted up to her, so she could hear me.  

“Oh? The itty-bitty bug is trying to stand up for itself?” She laughed. “It’s not like you can stop me. I can do whatever I want.” She said as poking me in the stomach and knocking me over.  

For a second, I sat on the ground and looked at the gigantic face ahead of me, almost in defeat. I have to stand up for myself.  

I sprung up to me feet and shouted, “Kristen! Stop with the games!” 

Her hand reached out and pinched me tight together. She held me up for a second in front of her face. Her mouth opened slightly and her tongue came out to lick her lips. The gigantic mouth opened. “I don’t think you understand how small and insignificant you are.” She said and bit her lip with a light smile. 

Within a couple of seconds, she brought me all the way from in front of her face, to the hardwood floors. It felt like the drop of a rollercoaster, but much more terrifying as the only thing holding me in is the gentle grip of my girlfriend. She released me about an inch above the ground, but that was still quite the fall for me. I fell on my back my head slammed into the ground. My eyes focused on the towering woman above me. It was a whole new perspective. She was a sky scraper and I was a bug. I Looked up to her face, which she had to lean forward for it not to be covered by her modest sized breasts. I felt uneasy looking up to her. Her hands were on her hips and I could see what it was like for the first tiny that she caught with me. The power she has over me with just a simple stance and a look. The hopelessness I felt from just from being in her presence. I had no control. Of anything that would happen. I could stand up and run away, but I would be plucked up by the soft hand that I would hold as we walked down the streets. I slowly sat up and looked to my left and to my right. On both sides of me were monumental feet that moved excitedly and toes that bounced with life. I have never seen objects that large move as freely and as swiftly. Sprouting from the feet were smooth and tan legs that seemed to go on for miles. They went into dark blue jean shorts with white tatters throughout. Her lose shirt allowed me to see up to her bra which held two mountains. Finally, I looked back at her face to see a haunting smile. She’s smiled at me a million times, but this one looked much different. It wasn’t lovingly like usual. The smile was sly and full of control. I always empathized with tinies, but now I truly know how terrifying it is. And nothing has even happened yet.  

Right on cue, Kristen’s left foot scooched its way over to me. She dug her heel into the ground and waved her gigantic sole above me, while wiggling her toes. Her foot swung back and forth and between the toes I could catch a glimpse of her menacing smile. Her foot slowly came closer and closer. Now my whole sky was a vast, tan landscape. I was engulfed in a shadow and my whole world started going dark. Through the darkness, I could see every miniscule detail of her foot that I would never see at my normal size. I saw tiny crumbs plastered onto her soft skin. I saw the wavy crevices flow throughout her foot. I saw her toes paved with the gigantic ridges of her toe prints. Mesmerized by the immeasurable size of my girlfriend’s foot, I hadn’t even noticed the thick, humid air eradiating from her foot. The pungent air crawled its way into my nose and I was hit with one of the strongest smells I had ever experienced. Kristen’s feet didn’t smell that bad when we were normal size. I just thought it was degrading for tinies to be forced to her feet. I didn’t realize what the smell would be like for them. 

Her foot retracted slightly, with her heel still dug into the ground. Her big toe lowered and she scrunched her toes until the toe, much bigger that my whole body, pressed into me. The pressure was centered at my stomach and the wind was knocked out of me. I felt like I was going to explode.  

“Boop” Kristen peacefully said as she put me through all of this trauma.  

Her foot moved to the side and she squat down to get a closer look at me. She brushed her hair out of her face and smiled at my insignificant form.  

“You see how powerless you are to me now, huh.” Kristen said casually. “I own you. I control you.” 

Her hand reached down and removed me from the hard floor and deposited me in her other hand. The soft, warm, cushiony surface almost made me feel safe for a second, but a glimpse of Kristen's giant face pulled away any hope from my mind.  

“Not so tuff anymore, huh.” She said almost scolding me. “You’re lucky I love you.” 

Her eyes gently closed and her lips reached out until they arrived at my miniature body. Her moist lips swallowed up my body and then pushed and pulled away, leaving with a, ‘Mwah’. 

I couldn’t settle on an emotion to feel. Relieved? No. Not after everything. Scared? Mostly, yeah. Worried? Definitely. Most of all, I was curious on what would come next. I feel like throughout life it was so hard to plan for my future. To decide what to do. I thought I finally figured it out. I found a job I nearly enjoyed. I found the girl of my dreams. I figured things out when I thought I never could. But now all of that was pointless. My future is no longer what I planned. It’s no longer in my control. I’m completely powerless. I’m either going to be loved and cared for by my loving girlfriend, or toyed with for the rest of my life, like some bug, or maybe even handed off to my family or someone at random. All I know is that I have no say in what's next. 

“Psst, bug boy.” She said to pull me out of my thoughts. “Let’s finish this movie I was watching. What do you say?” 

Surprised, I excitedly popped up, “Um... Yeah! Of course!” 

She placed me on top of her left ear, on the side where her hair was shorter, and kicked her feet back up on the coffee table to watch her movie. Right. She is my girlfriend. She loves me and was just messing with me. Maybe things will be okay? I tried not to think about what was going to happen next and just enjoyed spending time with my girlfriend again. I cuddled up into her hair and got lost into the stupid movie we were watching.  

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