Drew tiredly reached out to the eye level silver doorknob and closed his eyes; it had been a long day. He hoisted up the shopping bag on his left so that it wouldn’t drag along the floor and twisted the handle with a weary sigh.

Ever since his dad’s company went bankrupt and hundreds of jobs had to be cut, including his own, his life had gone in a downward spiral, sure it’s not like he had to work particularly hard for it but to go from earning an easy, steady salary to flipping burgers at a local McDonald’s it was an unwelcome shift in his lifestyle.

Not to mention the new stature that came with his diminished net worth, he had gone from being able to meet a stranger’s eye to timidly apologising as he pushed past the hips of comparatively huge patrons at the supermarket. A quick memory flashed in his mind of an obviously spoilt, rich group of 12-foot teenager girls adorned head to toe in high fashion as they snickered behind him as he struggled to lift his small bag of groceries off the counter without spilling them everywhere

“Need any help with that little fella?” one of them taunted as she bent over and pinched his bag between two fingers and held it well above his head, earning another round of laughter from her friends. The thought of a 16-year-old girl towering over him sent shivers down his spine.

Drew tutted to himself as he cursed the size tax system, a bullshit scheme to try and soften the blow to richies for having to pay increased taxes.

Cardboard boxes packed with his old regular sized possessions were stacked up near the entrance to his apartment, Drew’s shift in height had forced him to change his possessions to a more manageable size, he was adamant on keeping them in case he could find a way back into his old tax bracket. However, with his new job he was struggling to make rent and decided it was for the best to sell his belongings to keep himself afloat, there was no way in hell he was going any lower than three feet. With his mind adrift Drew failed to notice his roommate’s large pair of gym sneakers that were strewn over the ground.

“Gah!” He exclaimed as he fell in a cluttered heap, his groceries spilled out onto the messy floor. Drew’s nostrils flared up as the fresh smell of sweat hit him, a dirty white Adidas sneaker that was the length of his arm greeted him with its mouth wide open. Gross, she must have only just gotten home from a workout.

“You alright?” Came a concerned feminine voice from the kitchen down the hall.

The sound of the fridge door closing was interrupted as the ground beneath Drew came to life, dull sounding thuds shook the floorboards as his roommate came to his rescue.

“I’m fine Taylor, just watch where you throw your shit,” he said with an irritated tone.

Two long sock-covered feet came to a rest before him, sending a powerful jolt through his body. With each step closer the floorboards groaned under her weight, while imperceptible to her it was glaringly obvious to the diminished Drew.

His gaze shifted upwards as he took in the sight of his Amazonian-like roomie, large supple calves lead into thick filled out quads covered in tight workout shorts, Taylor had taken up powerlifting somewhat recently and the effects were evident. Her long legs were firm and strong, yet still maintained a feminine softness to them. One hand rested on a defined hip while the other lazily grazed over her flat stomach that was showing signs of a developing six pack. Eventually Drew reached her eyes, peering over the swell of her breasts, a striking blue stood out in contrast to her dark brunette hair that was tied up in a bun with bangs cresting the side of her face.

Even before he shrunk, Taylor was taller than him, standing at around six feet she had a couple of inches on him. However from an angle like this was a different story, she looked like she could be in contention for the world’s strongest woman with meaty, muscular limbs like hers, at least maybe before 50-foot women became a thing.

“Sorryyy, I’m just not used to you being so small yet, I didn’t even think about it,” Taylor apologised, she meant well, but it was difficult adjusting to living with a man the size of a toddler even if it had been almost three months.

Wooden floorboards continued to whine under her weight as she lowered herself down into a squat, her powerful legs stretched her shorts out to their limit. She placed her large, calloused hands under his armpits and easily hoisted him up to his feet. She couldn’t help but stifle a smirk, he had become lighter than the weights she so effortlessly tossed around at the gym, he really was like a small child.

“Thanks…” he grumbled, clearly annoyed by the overstepping of boundaries, Drew wished he could get mad at Taylor, but she had already been so accommodating and standing in front of her he felt like he’d be in trouble if he said the wrong thing, he shuddered just thinking about what she could do to him at their current sizes. She wasn’t only much taller than him now, but also much wider, with arms to his side he was comfortably thinner than her broad hips. It was humiliating, having to stare up at someone you would normally consider your equal like a begging puppy, it was better than staring into her sweaty crotch at least.  

“It’s alright dude, I was just starting dinner if you wanna join,” she offered.

“Sure,” he sighed, “that would be great,” he’d had a shitty day and the last thing he wanted to do was be stressed in his own home.

“Sweet, well let’s get into it,” she happily said with a pep in her voice, Taylor spun on her heels.

Drew was suddenly reminded that she hadn’t had a shower yet as her round ass waved itself in front of his face and threw a wave of ass-soaked stench directly into his nose, in the name of politeness he held back a gag.

As he began to pick up the scattered grocery items, he noticed how they seemingly vibrated with each of her heavy steps, what a ridiculous situation, he truly was living with a giant.

A new challenge had presented itself to Drew as he reached the kitchen bench and realised that he wouldn’t be able to lift his shopping bag above his head without spilling them everywhere.

“Do you think you could help me put this up here,” he sheepishly muttered, a pang of shame hitting him, he felt pathetic.

“Wow you really are little aren’t you,” she joked, as she tried to make light of the situation.

“You’re observant,” he replied, as he turned around to face her and lifted his hands to give her the bag.

Without thinking, she approached him and grabbed the plastic bag, her large feet coming to a stop on either side of his own,  it was almost comedic the margin in which they dwarfed his. His heel was in line with her toes and the rest of his foot only reached a touch over halfway along the arch of her foot. Drew couldn’t help but feel a sense of awkwardness as she stood so close to him, her huge body radiated warmth and offered no escape.

“Ooooh nice, you got some more bananas,” she said from above as she pulled them out of the shopping bag and began to lean over Drew and place the fruit into the ceramic bowl in the middle of the table.

That feeling of claustrophobia increased tenfold as Taylor’s sweat soaked shorts came within centimetres of his face, he lifted his hands up to try and push her away but was met with solid resistance. His feeble fingers sank slightly into her thighs before he was met with firm muscle, he may as well have been trying to push a brick wall away. The rest of her quads stretched out around, boxing him in, he was probably barely wider than one of her legs.

“Taylor,” he squeaked out, the situation finally sinking in, panic setting in his voice, “you’re too close to me!”

She abruptly shot back up and took a step back, “oh shit sorry, I thought I’d be able to just reach over you,” she admitted, “guess you’re not as small as I thought,” she added with a smile.

“Ha, yeah,” he said, avoiding her eye. All he could think about was how badly he wanted her to have a shower.  

Encompassing beeps signalled a flurry of orders around Drew as he idly stared at the moving mop in his hands, it was the late afternoon rush, so work was busy, and as per usual he had been relegated to cleaning duties. The phrase ‘too small’ was becoming a regular occurrence for him. He had asked to be given an opportunity to try food assembly, yet failed miserably, after all he had never worked in fast food before since his youth was filled with piggybacking off his father success. Front desk wasn’t in the question either, it was simply too impractical for someone who could barely see over the bench to take people’s orders.

Most of the co-workers past the age of 21 fit somewhere in his tax bracket, the third lowest in the system, their heights ranged from anywhere from the lower end of two feet and the upper limit being around four feet, Drew found himself somewhere in the middle. However, anyone under the age of 21 were able to maintain the size of the bracket that their legal guardians fit into, creating a strange dichotomy where the younger workers towered over their elders who had the misfortune of not finding a well-paying job out of school or university, or in Drew’s case – one who has had their life suddenly fall apart. It was miserable, he was a 25-year-old man working with teenagers and dropkicks mopping up the grimy floors of a bustling McDonald’s.

The worst part was Casey Pierce, his 19-year-old manager, a lofty 13-foot blonde, whose mother owned the store and many others. He couldn’t help but crane his neck slightly as he watched her step over co-workers as she came his way, she adorned the classic McDonald’s manager outfit, her curves showing through the unflattering blue button up and long dark grey pants.

“Out of the way dipshit,” she commanded from high above, she didn’t bother looking down at the worker who was in her way, a meagre two-footer. He couldn’t help but feel sympathetic, the guy barely came up to halfway on her shin.

Before the poor soul had a chance to react Casey’s huge leg flew past him, the weight behind her grease covered boot clipped his shoulder and sent him sprawling over the filthy floor. With nothing but a single thunderous step, a slight smirk crept its way onto her makeup covered face, it’s not like she enjoyed working, but toying with all the little workers put a smile on her face, being so much bigger than everyone else here had its perks.

“Drew, come here,” she demanded, as two forceful steps later her legs soared right over the top of his head, he ducked to avoid a similar fate to the man picking himself up off the floor. Casey hadn’t tried to hit him though, instead opted to walk right over him just to remind herself that she could.

She patted the back of her leg like she was signalling a dog to follow her.

“Bitch,” he muttered under his breath.

Chasing after someone four times your size was not an easy task, each of her steps covered a distance he wouldn’t even be able to jump to. Drew found himself going into an awkward jog just to keep up with her brisk walking pace.

Casey led them into the break room and waited by the door for him to jog his way in, he noticed her stop by the entrance and came to an ease.

“In,” she stated, it was not a suggestion rather a command.

Her conventionally attractive face sneered down far below her, she had to lean at the waist just to get a look at him over her considerable bust.

He looked down and averted her gaze, he wanted to stand up for himself but if he had to be honest, he was utterly terrified of her.

All it took was a look at her dirty Doc Martens. Her foot flexed, and the leather creaked as it contained the beasts within, her boots alone were easily half the size of his whole body.

“I can’t imagine how hard it must be to mop the floors on a day-to-day basis,” she mocked with a flick of her hair as her stare lifted from him, her boots raised off the ground as she made her way across the room and pulled out the one plastic chair that was suited to her size.

Drew gulped, he was confronted with a being whose very strides caused vibrations through his body, it was like he was back in primary school being scolded by a teacher, but this time his teacher was a young gigantic curvy blonde with a distaste for those less fortunate than her.

The chair screeched against the floor until it settled behind her and she ungraciously lowered her hulking form down onto it.

His eyes darted to the thick legs of the chair as they bulged outwards slightly and strained under her heavy weight, while most furniture nowadays was built to withstand the mass of people who seemingly defied the laws of physics, it was still apparent the immensity they casually wielded by how their bodies caused well-constructed pieces of furniture to bend to their whims.

The seat groaned once more as she leaned back into it, her left leg stretched out with a loud thud as her heavy boot settled on the ground, her right soon followed and crossed itself over the other.

“So, anyway,” she said haphazardly, while checking her nails, she offered no attention to the tiny man, “Mum says we need to get rid of some employees and seeing as all you do is mop like the same area every day, I thought you were a good candidate,” with that her ice-cold eyes made contact with his, “sorry I guess.”

“B-but… no, y-you can’t,” he mumbled, his pupils dilating as he processed the situation.

Thud. Thud.

His vision was taken up by black pillars, his body barely the thickness of one of her calves. He slowly began to tilt his head back, further, and further, he took a step back to take in her giant form.

“Dunno what to tell you,” she said, her hands rested on her hips as she looked down at him, not being bothered to lean down she only saw the top of his head, “you got everything you need with you? my shift’s about to end and I’m not waiting around for your tiny ass.”

Drew stood their dumbfounded, he couldn’t even hold a job at McDonald’s. The census date to find out the new tax brackets was next week, and he’d just lost his job, again. Would he only slide down a single bracket, or find himself in the lowest, he couldn’t begin to imagine how life would be at six inches. No – that wasn’t even the worst of it, if he found himself completely broke, he would be considered a sub, someone with no rights, a human being who only stood at half an inch was no longer considered human.

“Helloooo, Earth to Drew,” her annoying voice called from above. He ignored her words and shook like a leaf.

Casey squatted down and cast a looming shadow over him, her huge hands reached towards him, and her trunk-like fingers wrapped themselves around his torso as if he were a slightly oversized doll. “God, talk about dramatic,” she muttered to no one in particular.

The sudden movement shook him out of his cathartic state as he struggled in her grip, “wait, let me go, you can’t do this!” his confusion turned to anger.

A large bellow boomed from his captor as she lifted him towards her face, “look at you,” she teased as she shook his body back and forth, his torso was compressed in her tight grip while his limbs helplessly flailed around, “I can do whatever the fuck I want dumbass.”

Drew wished he could argue with that logic, but she was right, he was nothing but a rag doll in her hands, no matter how hard he budged against her thick fingers there was no chance her grip would loosen.

A sudden shock pulsed through his body as she began to walk, each long stride accompanied by a resounding boom that travelled through his entire body. He now found that he was face to face with her heavy mammaries, they seemed as if they were bouncing around in slow motion to him, their weight wobbling back and forth as each step caused them to sway tantalisingly in his face. Except instead of a feeling of lust, he instead felt intimidated, it wasn’t natural for something so large to exist in the same reality that he did.

He had come to the realisation that there truly was nothing he could do, nothing that anybody his size could do against someone so enormous.

As they left the constant noise of the store, the setting sun hit his face as Casey walked past a couple of customers, their faces only coming up to her wide hips.

She didn’t bother to crouch down and give him a safe landing, instead she dropped him from waist height, he didn’t deserve any effort from her.

He braced his legs and landed on the sun-baked pavement with a thud, his ankles felt the impact as he took the fall and fell to the side, “what the hell was that you stupid bitch!” he shouted up at her, his blood was boiling, he could’ve broken his legs if he had landed poorly.

The sun was setting behind her and the way the light hit her body accentuated the giant’s size, giving her a menacing silhouette, “watch what you say, runt,” she spat.

Suddenly, her large boot struck him in the stomach, it was more of a push as he fell forward onto the grungy leather and felt the force pick up as he was sent flying backwards, his limp body bounced across the ground.

“You should really watch what you say to your superiors, Drew,” she asserted, her eyes scowled at his pathetic form, it was disrespect at its utmost form for him to think he had the privilege of cussing her out.

The defeated man slowly raised his head, body aching all over, he watched as his tormenter disappeared inside.

The injustice of what had just happened dawned on him, plainly put, he was assaulted. She wasn’t going to get away with this.

A wave of determination rushed over him.

“Casey Pierce…” he weakly breathed, “I’m going to ruin your life…”

Drew rolled over onto his back, arms and legs outstretched as he got his breathing under control, the adrenaline that coursed through his veins coming to a stop.

What had just occurred to him? It was hard to wrap his head around it.

Did she actually fucking kick me?

Those were the only words that repeated themselves through his head.

He groaned as he slowly got to his feet, his limbs had scrapes all over them and his hands had been torn up by the harsh asphalt ground. He could feel the beginnings of a concussion too, his head felt hazy, and a sense of vertigo overcame him once he stood upright. The beaten man patted his pockets and sighed with relief as he thanked a higher power that his phone was intact.

The train station was only a quick five-minute walk away and as the sun’s light diminished and dusk settled in it was best if Drew got there before dark, it wasn’t safe for someone his size to be out alone at night.

As he trudged along the concrete path, he contemplated what he was going to do in order to keep his net worth high enough as to not slip down a bracket. Maybe he’d have to move in with his brother to save himself from paying rent, no, there was no way he would accommodate for him, his brother was widely successful and wouldn’t have time to take care of his shrunken sibling, plus it’s not like they were on the best footing exactly.

A slight tremor disrupted Drew from his thoughts, loud thuds pounded the pavement in quick succession behind him. Before he had a chance to turn around, a leg as tall as he, flew past him. He exhaled as he realised it was just a girl from the neighbourhood on an evening jog, her beat up sneakers beating down on the sidewalk. His eyes lingered on her legging covered behind as her butt flexed with each powerful stride, the scent of hard-working perspiration left in her wake. The girl hadn’t even noticed his cut-up arms or legs, he was too far below her eyesight it seemed.

His thoughts drifted back to his earlier words; I’m going to ruin your life. Yeah right, what could I possibly do to her, he reasoned with himself. Her family was obviously wealthy, not many people can afford to own a fast-food franchise and he wouldn’t be surprised if they were on their way to the next size bracket in the coming weeks. He winced at the thought of Casey towering over him at a frightening 25-foot height, a size strictly reserved for comfortable millionaires.

Drew arrived at the unsurprisingly busy train station; it was prime time for people clocking off work. He hated this part of his day, busy public places like this were always a pain to get through, he felt like such a burden constantly excusing himself and pushing past people’s legs. It wasn’t common for many people over the age of 21 to be earning less than an average salary, only those who didn’t work or failing creatives and such, so there was a distinct lack of thought put into the design of public places and buildings when considering people under three feet in height.

He made his way to the lonely tucked away ticket booth for people his size, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, a headache started to come on. He tapped his card and ordered a ticket to the stop nearest his apartment.

Running his hands along the brick wall with his head hung low, as he took the stairs down to the platform, making sure to stick to the far side so he didn’t get in the way of any unaware giants.

The graffitied train came to a screeching halt in front of Drew, the grand doors opening up to reveal the run-down interior, he moved with haste to avoid the rush of people and hopped onboard.

Like most other public transport, trains had been modified to fit the new world humanity lived in. They weren’t designed for anyone over the height of 15-feet as anyone in a bracket that high had enough money to never worry about commuting like an everyday commoner. Instead, the inside was fitted with rows of specially designed seats that were able to hold either one 12-15-footer or two 5-7-footers with everyone else left to fend for themselves.

There were multiple passengers under the height of 2-foot that either couldn’t manage to make it onto one of the seats or didn’t wish to be obliviously sat upon, who found themselves sitting under the seats on the disgusting floor. Their distraught and saddened faces viewable through pillar-like calves of the other gigantic passengers. Those in low size brackets were treated like lowly animals, scavenging along the ground for scraps or weaving between enormous shoes and powerful legs. Drew found himself avoiding their desperate eyes, it was common for those of that size to pull at your pants and kiss your shoes to beg for money and unfortunately, he was strapped for cash.

While surveying the train for a potential place to sit, a mountainous woman raised herself from a nearby seat with a grunt, his vision level with the back of her knee. She paid no mind to him as she stomped her way out of the train, her ass contorted the back of her black business skirt with each step. Most of the train already had seats taken up so this was a golden opportunity.

It was a challenge to lift himself onto the oversized seat that was level with his chin, hoisting himself up onto the chair with an embarrassing amount of effort. It was like he was a kid trying to climb playground equipment. He fell face first onto the soft cushion that the previous woman had occupied and immediately scrunched his nose, the odd smell of a publicly used train seat invaded his nostrils.

He raised himself up into a sitting position and noticed the warmth that radiated below his butt, he found himself at the bottom of a great indent that spanned most of the chair left by the giant’s generous rear. Drew took a mental note to let himself be known if anyone that tall came to take a seat next to him.

Once he had situated himself on the chair properly, he set himself against the backrest and stretched out his short legs in front of him, his feet only just making it over the edge of the cushion.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood upright as he felt a burning gaze come from his right, a 7-foot girl stood in the aisle facing him, her hand brushed her brunette hair behind her ear. She wore dark combat boots with a pair of black rolled up jeans that contrasted her green crop top, her face sported an irritated look.

“Done yet?” she quipped, as one of her eyebrows raised, pulling at the thick eyeliner that surrounded her eye.

“Sorry,” he apologised as he shuffled over to give her more room. Ha, as if that would change anything.

“You look pretty roughed up,” she said with a hint of concern in her voice and a shuffle of the tote bag on her shoulder.

“I’m fine,” he lied, in truth his head was pounding, and his scabs throbbed with pain.

The giant girl shrugged her shoulders as she turned sideways and shuffled into the seat, “whatever, not my problem,” she murmured to herself and collapsed into the seat with a tired sigh and lifted one leg over the other as she pulled out a pair of earphones and connected them to her phone.

The sudden addition of weight to the other side of the cushioned seat caused Drew to bounce slightly as if he were on the end of a seesaw. He gazed upon her form as she completely dwarfed him, she had the body of what would once be considered a petite girl except now her proportions were grossly oversized. One of her thighs probably held the same amount of muscle that he had in his whole body.

Drew smiled to himself the warmth of her body offered a degree of comfort, at least she had seemed concerned for him, it felt nice to be considered a person in public for once, even if only for a moment. His ears perked up as the faint sound of a Gorillaz song began to emanate from her earphones. Uninterested in the world around her, the girl stared down at her phone.

He closed his eyes and leant against the wall of the train as the vehicle took off and zoned out to the tinny sound of music and the clattering of train tracks. Images of a fair and just world played out in his mind.

The warm, fuzzy glow of the television lit up the living room of the apartment, Taylor was sprawled over the couch in her work clothes, an unbuttoned white blouse and a form-fitting pencil skirt, her black blazer chucked over the back of the couch. Letting out a huff of exhaustion, she pulled her stockings off her long and shapely legs.

Ever since finishing her degree and landing her first job in a law firm as a legal assistant she had been jam packed with work and rarely got time to unwind, outside of going to the gym which had become something of a passionate hobby.

Her head fell back against the couch and her hands clasped together as they stretched towards the ceiling, letting out an exasperated yawn she closed her eyes.

Before she had a chance to fully settle down the jangling of the front door handle shook Taylor from her relaxed state, it was only Drew she thought to herself. “Yo,” she called out, “thought you’d be home before me.”

Drew offered no response, instead all that she heard were the light patters of small feet as he walked into the living room.

“Oh my god, what happened to you!” she exclaimed, sitting up from her comfortable position, shock crossed her face as the sight of his roughed-up form came into view.

“My manager fucking assaulted me,” he snapped, as he jumped up and laid down on the couch, “and to top it all off, she fired me.”

“Did you call the police?” she asked, worry riddled through her tone.

A defeated breath escaped his lips, “no, she’s a 13-footer, what good would that do.”

“What’s her name?” Taylor quizzed further.

“Casey,” he took a second to think, “Pierce or something I think.”

His roommate’s eyes narrowed, “Pierce, I swear I’ve heard that name before,” she mumbled, racking her brain for information. As if a lightbulb lit up above her, she perked up, “yeah, that’s right, I was helping my boss with a case against a Susan Pierce,” her head nodding as she pieced the puzzle together, “although I guess that’s probably her mum, there were loads of size discrimination reports coming from McDonald’s employees who were in your bracket or below.”

“Huh, anything ever come of it?” he was suddenly interested.

“Don’t think so, you know how it can be when it comes to issues like that.”

“Fuck man,” his hands covered his face in frustration.

“My boss gets back from a business trip next week, I’ll let her know about you, I’m sure she’d be willing to help,” she offered a soft smile with her suggestion, it might not lead to much but with the rising awareness to size discrimination, who knows what would be the straw to break the camels back.

“Thanks Taylor, that would be great,” he thanked her sincerely, unfortunately his worries did not end there, “I gotta get rid of all my stuff before the end of the week, there’s no way I can maintain this bracket otherwise.”

“Hey, don’t worry about that for tonight, have a shower and get some rest,” her voice taking on a motherly tone as she worried for his well-being.

Drew’s frown disappeared from his face, she was right, there was no point in fretting over it now, that was a tomorrow job. Plus, this meeting with her boss could very well be exactly what he needed to get back at Casey, while his size may be in danger, a small ray of hope was cast upon his life.

***

The census date had rolled around, and Drew had spent the last week entirely on Facebook Marketplace selling every last one of his old belongings, and last but not least with Taylor standing tall behind him, he handed over his laptop to a stranger, it was good having a giant bodyguard at times. All that he had left to his name was a change of clothes, his phone, his wallet, and thankfully just enough money in his bank account to keep him in his bracket.

“Lowballed again, but at least that’s everything,” he said as he shut the door and turned to face his roommate, the waistband of her form-fitting workout shorts just above his eyeline.

“Not surprising that everyone’s trying to save money before the census I guess,” she countered, the midday sun hit her face from the window, “anyway, let’s get ready to go, our suburb’s time slot is in like 20 minutes.”

Drew nodded as he walked past her and into his room to get some shoes, that was weird, he thought to himself, he only had bought two pairs of shoes for his three-foot size so far and yet he couldn’t find them. Wait, he hadn’t accidentally sold both of them, had he? The worried man whipped out his phone and frantically searched through his selling history. Shit, there they were, a pair of vans and his old work sneakers, he thought he’d held onto one or the other.

“God dammit!” he shouted as his palm made its way to his face.

Taylor’s head swung around the doorframe, her blue eyes looking down at him, “what’s wrong?” she queried.

“I accidentally sold both pairs of my shoes,” his head leant back in frustration, “I’m such a fucking idiot.”

A slight giggle escaped her lips, it was understandable how stressed he was with the census today, yet she couldn’t help but react to his irritation, she took a step into the room, “it’s alright you can just borrow a pair of mine.”

He rolled his eyes at her joke, “Ha, ha, very funny.”

“I wonder though…” she trailed off as she slipped off her white pair of converse, they hung from her hooked pointer fingers, “you should try these on.”

“They obviously won’t fit me, and we’re gonna be late-“

“No, I know, I just want to see what it looks like, it will only take a sec,” she interrupted and leant down to hand him her shoes. The weight of her oversized footwear caused him to stumble back slightly, he cradled the converse in his two arms like he was holding a child, “go on, put ‘em on.”

Drew’s face went red as he gave in to her teasing and let the white shoes clatter to the ground, they settled around his feet and as he expected, they were over double the length of his appendages. He hesitatingly lifted his right foot and placed it into the mouth of the beast.

Morbid curiosity replaced embarrassment as his mouth dropped at the sight of his foot sinking into the shoe, the footprint left by her hefty sole easily fit his own and some. It was clear she’d been wearing these all day so far, as the sole gave off a humid warmth that clung to his foot.

With his mind distracted he didn’t notice her take a step closer to him to admire the emasculating display, “Jeez, I didn’t realise how much bigger my feet were,” she said with her eyes wide, and a smirk plastered across her face.

“Yeah whatever,” he huffed, clearly flustered, “we need to get going anyway, I’ll just go barefoot,” the shoes, slid against the floor as he stepped out of them and pushed them to her.

“You’re right, go get our documents and meet me at the door,” he tried to keep his cool as he watched her squeeze her massive feet into the converse that previously offered him a spacious vacancy, it almost seemed they were too small for her.

The size centre was only 15-minute walk for the duo from their apartment, a 15-minute speed walk for Drew at least. Once he had gathered their passports and bank documents, they made their way out of the building and into the warm sunlight. Taylor adjusted her white top as they began their trek to the central Government building where the size alterations were conducted, their conversation filled with nervous chatters and discussion about the crappy reality TV shows they had been watching.

She didn’t have the guts to tell him about the recent raise she had gotten at work, figuring it might have been insensitive to bring it up while he was struggling so much with his own financial issues. In truth, she was curious to see what size her new wealth would net her, hopefully he wasn’t too shocked by the change.

The scene of census day was always a mixed bag, with a range of emotions covering the faces of citizens as they exited the sliding glass doors of the Size Alteration Facility. A family roughly the same size of Drew walked out holding each other close, it was clear they had been crying, whether they were tears of joy or sadness he did not know.

Once the pair had walked in, they were split into different height categories, it was a pleasant feeling to be surrounded by others that shared the same fate as you. However, it was apparent that some were going to be more fortunate than others judging by their demeanour.

The sounds of chatter in the waiting room were slowly quieting down as the number of patrons continued to trickle their way through the size stations. He had been patient so far, but the late nights spent scouring online marketplaces were starting to catch up to him, his eyelids grew heavy as he leant back against the wall.

“Drew Palmer, station 13.”

He collected himself briefly as his name echoed about the hall, this was it, positive he was going to have to shrink again. Begrudgingly, he took step after step towards his new future, there was a roughly five-foot nurse dressed in scrubs waiting for him with a kind smile.

“Hi, how are you?” she asked, as she gestured him into the clinical white booth.

“Could be better.”

“Ah, it’s certainly a stressful time for all,” her tone oozed a feeling of calmness, “if you don’t mind could you hand me your documents and step into here for me, please,” her hand reached past him to open a door to a machine that resembled a modern looking fridge.

He gave her an affirming nod and stepped into the grey, sleek machine. He had spent the last three months getting used to his three-foot height and now he would have to readjust again. Beeps and whirs sounded around him as the door closed shut behind him, the machine worked to calibrate itself to his body.

“So, the good news is you’ll be staying in the third bracket, but the bad news is that you’ll be in the lower half, your new height will be a couple of centimetres over two-feet,” her voice came through the built-in speaker.

Just as he had expected, he didn’t know whether to feel relieved or not, obviously shrinking is never a good thing but at least he had managed to minimise the damage.

“Yep, sounds good,” he confirmed.

“Alright, please keep your hands to your side, I’ll be commencing the shrink now.”

He shut his eyes as the machine came to life, flashing lights trying their best to break through his eyelids. A familiar warmness overcame his body as he felt it began to contract on itself, luckily the machines were designed to shrink clothing as well otherwise it would seem as if he was wearing hand-me-downs. 

The door swung open with a hiss, “you can step out now,” came her angelic voice.

Drew had to take a couple of seconds to readjust himself to his newly grown world, the first thing he noticed was the nurse’s new size, as he stared right into the middle of her blue fabric covered thighs.

“T-thanks,” he stammered, processing the sudden shift in perspective.

“I’m surprised you’re thanking me for shrinking you,” she laughed, her soft hand placed itself on his shoulder, covering it entirely, “you’re all done now though, so just go through here and you can get on with your day,” her other hand motioned towards the exit.

As he walked into the open space behind the booth, he gazed around to try and spot Taylor. Doesn’t look like she’s finished yet he thought to himself, he pulled out his phone to let her know that he was done and was waiting outside.

The sounds of an argument caught his ear as he walked past a mismatched couple, a woman who looked to be six-feet tall with a face covered in an expression that could kill and a man who barely came up to her knees.

“Look I can explain Lisa,” his exasperated voice pleaded.

“You told me you got your job back Graham,” the woman’s eyes sneered down at him, her arms crossed underneath her bosom.

“I know, I know, but-“

“No, we’re done, I can’t be seen walking around any longer with a pint-sized midget like you,” her looming torso leant at the waist to put her closer to his level, he stumbled back as a manicured finger poked him in the chest.

Tears began to roll down his face as he chased after his now ex-girlfriend who had begun walking away, “wait, Lisa please just give me one more chance.”

“I already gave you ‘til last census,” she hissed as she turned on her heels, “and the last three months you’ve been nothing but a leech,” her hand shot down to meet his wrist as she effortlessly hoisted him into the air so that they were face to face, “so get out of my life you fucking rat.”

The woman strutted away with a huff as the small man was released from her grip, now lying in a defeated heap on the ground. Similarly to other onlookers Drew turned his head away from the scene and made sure to not cross her path.

He checked his phone; it had been ten minutes since he’d finished, and Taylor still was yet to be seen. “Come on,” he whispered to himself impatiently as his foot tapped away.

“Hey, Drew,” her recognisable voice called from behind him.

Huh, that’s strange, the past couple of months, he had gotten used to the volume and tone of her voice, yet there was something off about those two words. They sounded deeper and like they had come from somewhere further up, there’s no way.

He began to turn to greet her and was met with the sight of the bottom of her knee that met with her cleanly shaven legs. Familiar white converse laid before his comparatively tiny feet, especially without shoes her footwear completely dwarfed his. His eyes tracked their way up from the sneakers to her striped crew socks, her quads bulged out over her knee and filled her shorts with ease. That was the extent of his view, he had to take a step back to see her body any further.

“Surprise!” her voice called out from way above, a slight buzz brushed over him from the volume of it.

“Woah, Taylor you’re…” his eyes continued to track up her body, over her developing hard-earned abs and developed chest until they reached hers, “huge.”

His words of amazement plastered a grin over her face, “you can say that again, I’m eight-foot and three inches now,” she stated proudly as she lifted her arms to recreate one of the many poses that he had seen in her gym progress pictures. Her biceps swelled outwards and the veins along her forearm revealed themselves as she tensed, she could probably curl me if she wanted to.

“I mean, congratulations, but since when were you so well off?” he asked after being humbled by her athletic body.

“Well, I didn’t want to make you feel bad or anything, but I got a promotion last month.”

“That’s nothing to feel bad about, I’m happy for you, that’s really exciting,” he offered words of support, “looks like we’re both gonna need a whole new wardrobe and furniture though.”

“You’re so right,” she agreed, “also I have some good news for you.”

The sudden topic change caused Drew’s features to light up, anything that could make his new size more tolerable, the better.

“My boss gets back from Sydney tonight, and she wants to meet with you tomorrow.”

Bingo.

Drew’s heart pounded against his chest, the cool feeling of the apartment wall on his back, his breath came to a standstill as the darkness of his closet consumed him.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Floorboards whined with each floor shaking step, the piercing twinge of wood rang louder with each movement, the large mass was making its way closer and closer to his position.

“Damn it…” his hands ran through his dark brown hair as he prepared for the worst as whatever behemoth was outside had zoned in on his position.

“I know you’re in here,” bellowed a booming voice, the sliding door to the closet rattled as his pursuer settled itself in front of his hiding position.

He gripped the oversized half-eaten brownie and drew a face of inspiration as the door began to slide open. The evening moonlight crept into the wardrobe and just as it was about to reach him, he dashed into the open, a glance upwards revealed the pissed off face of his roommate – Taylor, it was clear she had just returned from the gym by the sheen of sweat that coated her body.

Her pillar-like legs towered in front of him, her huge feet, enclosed in Adidas sneakers, spread apart slightly, exposing a substantial gap for him to stage his getaway. His focus snapped to the door behind her, and he bolted between her legs, freedom was in sight!

“C’mere you little shit!” her lumbering form caused a cacophony of thumps as she gave chase.

Unfortunately for Drew it was a rather arduous task to outrun a giant who stood over four times his size. Before he had even taken five running strides past her, the thick pads of her fingers had wrapped themselves around his torso, her calloused palms pressed against the sides of his delicate ribcage.

Taylor practically manhandled his diminutive body as she roughly lifted him to face her, the heat of her flushed face invaded his atmosphere.

“I cannot believe you ate the last brownie,” her hot breath reeked of protein shake, “especially after I told you not to,” her eyes rolled in a way that eased his worries, she was clearly not too pressed by the issue.

“It was a moment of weakness, I’m sorry,” the tiny man pleaded, his hands strapped to his sides by her meaty claws.

Her finger prodded his stomach as a smile crept onto her face, “and didn’t you say you were gonna get in shape?”

“I already weigh less than you,” he jokingly retorted.

“Psh, you weigh less than my bicep curl bitch,” his body shook in her hands as he snickered, “you laugh but it’s true,” she stated confidently.

Drew’s body was unexpectedly spun on its side as her grip tightened around his torso, her palm covered the width of his back. His view of the underside of her navy sports bra and chin was interrupted by a soft grunt as he was hoisted upwards, her bicep flexed as his body was easily levered up and down, wind whipped past his face. With each flex his face came within inches of her sweat soaked breasts, the stench of hard work entered his nostrils.

“Yeah, I could probably get a good pump after a couple of sets of that,” his face went red with embarrassment at her braggadocios remark, there was a definitive truth behind her earlier statement.

“Okay I get it, you’re a gym junkie,” he avoided her eyes, desperate to not let her see his blushing face, “please let me down.”

“Only because you asked so nicely.”

His feet touched down before hers, Taylor’s looming body once again towered over him.

“My boss had some more files to get through tonight, but she told me to kill an hour and then bring you back to the office,” she explained while beginning to walk out of his room, “so once I have a shower, let’s head over.”

Drew nodded in agreement as he rubbed his shoulders, stiff from being held so tightly in her grip.

***

Cars were a luxury only those in the top three brackets of five, six and seven could afford, however, they were mostly used by those in brackets five and six, 12-17 footers and 20-25 footers, respectively. People, nay – gods, who resided in the seventh bracket stood at monumental heights of anything between 40 to 50 feet. Not many could claim to be a part of these divine citizens who often chose not to drive their gigantic metallic obelisks, instead they preferred to feel the ground rumble beneath their steps as the lower beings scrambled to get out of their way, financial superiority wasn’t enough for them.

For this reason, most roads from the old world had either been repurposed to fit the larger cars that now roamed the streets or instead fitted to house the altered trains that carried the comparatively smaller patrons.

Drew and Taylor sat aboard the aforementioned train as they hurtled towards downtown, the meeting with her boss awaited them.

It was late in the evening as the public transport pulled into their desired destination. The human traffic was busy, and the glow of the setting sun was replaced by the artificial lighting of the underground subway.

The pair of them made their way through the bustling streetlamp lit streets, passing by the various sizes of their fellow city-goers. As they rounded a corner, the office building Taylor worked at came into view, a tall structure with glossy windows lining all sides.

Once they entered into the fancy foyer and walked across the glossy white floor they stood in front of the elevators. The silver doors were clearly made for people of Taylor’s size or larger as Drew felt like he stood before giant gates to a castle. A resounding ding broke him out of his daydream as the elevator opened.

“Just so you’re not too shocked,” she began as she pressed the button for floor 17, “my boss is quite tall.”

He gestured to the expensive looking foyer and lush interior of the elevator, “yeah I figured as much.”

After the short ascent, they stepped out into the reception. ‘Normandy Law’ was scribed on a polished piece of wood that hung on the wall next to the unmanned secretary’s desk, it was getting late, so most workers had gone home.

As they made their way through the workplace, they passed by many desks that looked to be suited to people of Taylor’s size. Their footsteps must have made their presence known because a loud disembodied voice cut through the low humming of the air conditioning.

“Taylor is that you?”

“Yep, I brought Drew!” she shouted back.

“Excellent, I’m in my office,” came a bellowing reply from down the hall.

Drew found his nerves increasing as they got closer to the boss’ door, he hadn’t even really thought of what he was going to say to her, would she even care that much? Maybe Taylor had been pestering her for this meeting just to make him feel better, anxious thoughts continued to swirl around his head as they came face to face with the massive white slab of wood. The handle to the door was level with his roommates head, it looked like it took her a level of effort to pull it down and push the entrance open.

Expensive wood lined the walls of the office with towering bookcases on either side of a mammoth oak desk, they took a step onto the dark green carpet. Drew laid his eyes on the frequently mentioned boss, who sat upon a magnificent leather swivel chair, her hazel eyes lifted from her work to meet his.

“You must be Drew,” her sharp and mature facial features softened. She began to rise from her chair, her luxurious red hair bobbed by the side of her face.

“I- uh-“ his words were stuck in his throat as she rose higher then he expected, her frame making her building-like desk look moderately sized, he estimated her to be roughly double Taylor’s height. She wore a tightly fitted black pencil skirt with a white blouse, her clothes accentuating her slim but curvy figure. The ground quaked as her red heels swung around from behind the desk, obliterating the carpet beneath her.

He backed up as her form loomed closer, each step caused the books in the shelves to shudder as the whole room seemed to rattle behind her immensity, he couldn’t believe the floor could hold someone who wielded such weight behind their paces.

“I’m Valentine Normandy, but just call me Val,” she came to a stop before him, leaving enough room so he wouldn’t have a clear view up her skirt, “I don’t have a chair you’d fit into; do you mind sitting on my desk while we talk?”

Drew’s mouth was agape as this living goliath spoke down to him from the heavens, her voice had a deep, sultry, fullness to it. Her elevated ankles sat level with his chest, he could comfortably use her heel as a place to lounge.

To his left he saw Taylor pull out an adjustable chair, they were designed to extend upwards so that different sizes could sit at any table and be able to see over it. She gave him an expectant look towards her boss, she was just there to introduce him, it was up to Drew to get out what he wanted from this meeting.  

“Yeah sure, I don’t mind,” he finally put his words together, as he looked back towards her.

“Splendid,” her hulking form began to bend at the knees as Val lowered herself to a squat, a sound only perceptible to Drew could be heard as the large quantity of fabric that made up her skirt stretched its way around her rear.

Pincer like fingers reached down towards him and gripped the back of his shirt, he was lurched upwards as she stood up. Each step towards her desk sent a jolt through his body, it was similar to when Casey held him, except it seemed like there was more time between each footfall.  

He was gently lowered atop the expansive desk surface, his ground made up of swirling patterns found within wood, a desk of this size must have been crafted using multiple trees. Drew was surrounded by oversized pencils and stacks of files with a computer that stood as tall as a house.

“Sorry if that was uncomfortable, I know how that can feel,” her words fell on deaf ears, how would she know how it feels he thought to himself.

“No, don’t worry, I’m alright,” his small words faintly made their way to the gentle giant’s ears.

Val made her way around the desk and fell into her leather chair with a thunderous thump, her upper body stretched over the horizon. Giant elbows lightly touched down onto the wooden surface as she clasped her hands together, even with care their weight caused him to lose balance.

“Taylor briefly told me about what happened over the phone, but I want you to retell me as well as any other significant events that occurred while you were working under Casey Pierce,” she had taken on a more serious tone as she got down to business.

Drew recounted the fateful day where he received a boot to the stomach and went on about how poorly he and his other unfortunate co-workers were treated by the tyrannical Casey, a particularly degrading memory of one of his colleagues who was forced to lick off the grease they had accidentally spilled over her boots.

“Mm, I see,” her focused eyes lifted off him, Val hadn’t interrupted him as she soaked in all the information she could, “she’s a rotten one.”

Her lack of words caused the harsh reality to sink into his thoughts as he retold his personal experiences, what good will come from telling her all this, doubt began to cloud his mind, “I appreciate you taking your time to listen to my story, but I really don’t think I can afford you as a lawyer, and even then, I have no actual proof of any of these things happening.”

“You won’t need to afford me Drew, I want to help you.”

He was confused, it made sense she felt for him but why put in time and effort for a law case to help a random stranger, “I don’t understand why.”

Val took a deep exhale as her hazel eyes softened, “because I understand your struggle,” she leaned back into her chair and continued, “I grew up in a tiny family, my parents weren’t broke, but they didn’t do particularly well for themselves. I spent 21 years of my life watching myself and my family get disgusted and uninterested looks from anyone bigger than us, that’s why I worked my ass off to get a degree and get where I am today.”

Drew’s eyes widened as she told him about her upbringing, she didn’t just understand his struggle, she grew up with it. He had only been shrunken down to the lower rungs of society in the past four months and he was at his wits end. A sudden pang of guilt hit him, he grew up in a middle-class family where he never once worried about those less fortunate and now, he was in the presence of a woman who had lived and breathed size discrimination for a huge chunk of her life.

“I want to help you because it absolutely sickens me when I hear about these criminals in upper brackets who think it’s okay to enforce their size over others with no consequences, our world is a materialistic mess and I want you to help me change it,” there was passion behind her words and fire behind her eyes.

Val’s words struck a chord within his soul, a future where he failed to fix his life flashed before him, a family stooping to humiliating lows, begging for scraps and kids with no hope in sight who counted down the days until they withered away.

A miserable future.

No. He wouldn’t let that happen. Drew had lazed around for most of his life, constantly piggybacking off others success and finding the easiest option to solve problems. Now was different, he was finally faced with an opportunity to truly do something with his life, to make an actual change in the twisted world he found himself in.

“Alright…” he raised up from his seated position and met her eyes with confidence, “where do we start?”

“Look at this.”

Drew stood in front of Val facing her towering computer, her blouse-covered breasts hung high above him as her arms flanked on either side. A manicured pointer finger touched the surface of the screen with a click.

“These are all suburbs surrounding the franchises Casey’s mother, Susan, owns,” he nodded along, “notice how the number of missing people reports of anyone in bracket two or below spikes in each location, not to mention the countless number of subs who aren’t counted.”

“Holy shit…” he trailed off, “you don’t think she’s killing them, do you?”

“I doubt murder, but kidnapping is likely. There’s also always coincidences, but the kicker is that majority of these cases were employees at Ms Pierce’s stores.”

“How haven’t the police caught onto this yet?” Taylor suddenly chimed in, mouth agape at the sudden revelation.

Val declined backwards into her chair, “that’s what I’ve been trying to say Taylor, the police don’t care about these people so they would never bother looking into it. Cases that involve anyone in those brackets are more trouble than they are worth.”

“So now that we know this, what are we supposed to do next?” Drew was intrigued by the bucket loads of information he received; however he was still sceptical of what was to follow.

“It has become somewhat of a status symbol for those in upper brackets to own ‘servants’, it may seem outlandish but my current theory is that Susan is kidnapping these people and either trafficking them or keeping them for herself and close contacts,” Val’s plan unravelled before the roommates’ eyes, “if we can get physical proof of a major trafficking scandal, we can make for a headline case, and we can use the story of Casey’s assault against Drew to provide backing evidence that these behaviours are passed down. If we play our cards right, we could completely topple everything the Pierce’s have worked for and save countless lives.”

Shock crossed the tiny man’s face, a human trafficking ring rose the stakes a lot higher than a simple kick to the chest, “far out...” he mumbled, what had he gotten himself into.

“I thought you said that the police didn’t care though, and how do we know for sure that this is true,” Taylor said.

“I said they didn’t care enough to look into it for themselves, If we give them evidence of human trafficking the whole situation changes. But you have a point, we don’t know if it’s true, however, from how that family treats people like Drew and the strange coincidences that line up, I have a strong gut feeling I’m right.” Taylor wasn’t completely satisfied with the answer but didn’t offer a response.

Drew collected himself, “right, so where are we going to get the evidence?” there had to be a catch to this plan, it’s not like they could just easily prove that the Pierce’s were prolific human traffickers.

Val leaned in close, her elbows touching down on the desk once again, she faced him with an undecipherable look on her face. “I understand if your answer is no, but just think of all that I’ve said so far,” he was unsure of where this was going, “the Pierce’s have recently moved into a house suited for the bracket above theirs, it’s safe to assume they’ve moved into the sixth bracket.”

Confusion and fear still stuck with him, what point was she trying to get across and did she just say sixth bracket?

“Susan’s husband is a sought-after businessman who is rarely home, and I imagine their new place will be in a messy state as they move in. Drew, you can use this opportunity to sneak in and investigate their place, if they are using people as servants, snap some photos and if you can, try to speak to them, we could use their statements. We just need anything that can definitively expose whatever scandal they are pulling.”

“Woah, woah, hold on,” Taylor butted in, “you’re telling Drew to BREAK into their house off a hunch?” her voice rose in volume. She struggled to comprehend what Val was trying to prove here, through her time working at Normandy Law she’d gotten used to her boss’ way of doing things, and while she had proven to take risks occasionally, this was a whole other ballpark.

“It’s dangerous I know, but this is merely a proposal,” the two giant’s conversed as their eyes met above him, “if- no, when Drew inevitably brings back our evidence, I will ensure to reimburse him generously,” her gentle gaze lowered back down to him.

Drew was at a mental crossroad, on one hand there was a bat shit plan that could potentially get himself kidnapped or worse and on the other, the option to laze around in the safety of his home and hope somebody else eventually worked up the courage to tackle the corruption that plagued the upper brackets. The latter honestly didn’t sound like a terrible option now that he thought about it.

The future he had envisioned earlier crossed his mind. The inspiring words Val had uttered entered his thoughts. This wasn’t time to revert back to old habits, if the Pierce’s had truly entered the sixth bracket, he would be not much more than a mouse scurrying around in a gigantic mansion. Surely, he could lay low, gather evidence, and get out unnoticed, it probably wouldn’t even be that hard he reasoned with himself. Drew psyched himself up, he’d seen enough spy movies to pull off a covert mission like this, he could do this, he WOULD do this.

“It’s alright Taylor,” he raised his palm behind his back to her, “I’ll do it.”

His roommate pursed her lips, god he’s dramatic.

***

The blazing midday sun raked across the pavement; it was a usual mid-December Saturday in Australia. Drew and Taylor hiked their way from the apartment to their local gym dressed in casual workout gear, he had insisted on accompanying her after hearing Val’s plan to gather evidence against the Pierce’s.

“You know you can’t get gains from only one day at the gym, right?” she patronised, those words had left her mouth repeatedly throughout the morning and yet he maintained his act.

“No, really? It’s not like you’ve told me a million times,” his eyes rolled at her constant nagging, “I need to be in prime form for the break in,” he punched the air twice with a half serious facial expression.

Taylor breathed a heavy sigh and adjusted the gym bag draped over her shoulders, “don’t you think her plan is a little insane though.”

“Maybe a bit, but like she said it’s necessary to spark a change in the world,” there was a certain glint of confidence across his face.

“Wow, someone’s inspired,” her sarcastic words betrayed her inner thoughts, in truth, she was worried for him. Taylor’s thoughts wondered back to Drew’s burst of trust in Val when her master scheme was revealed, “where’d all this confidence come from anyway?”

“I just think Val had a point, I don’t want to grow old like this,” he answered, “plus, I reckon I can actually pull it off, they probably live in a mansion, how would they ever find me, I’m basically a midget James Bond.”

Taylor gave a half-hearted chuckle. He wasn’t completely wrong, yet it still did little to ease her worries and truthfully, she was a little annoyed at how lackadaisical he was acting. At least she had the gym to relieve herself, maybe he’d get a reality check after struggling with the small freehand weights.

The two of them arrived at a commercial building with a red sign above the entrance that read ‘Jetts’, Taylor swiped her membership tag and the sliding doors opened. She had mentioned to Drew that if anyone asked if he was a member to say he was with her, she had the meathead that ran the place under her thumb apparently.

Trashy pop music played over the speakers as they strode over the rubber flooring to a rack of weights that rested next to an empty squat rack. Drew kept close to Taylor’s defined leg already slightly intimidated by the giants working out, from what he could see, he was the smallest one here, in size and build.

A deafening crash shook the floor beneath him,  the noise overrode the already thunderous sounds of metal plates clattering together. His head snapped to the source, a blonde girl with a similar build to Taylor, albeit less defined and shorter, had dropped a large metal bar with huge weights on either side. Sweat was rolling down her face and her skin had gone flush with red; she was clearly working hard. A bold ‘30’ was written on the face of the dark green plate that hung on the end of the bar, and there were four plates on either end. He quickly did the maths in his head, 260kg, including the bar – what the hell.

“Yoo, nice one Claire!” Taylor’s voice boomed; her left hand directed the shout across the room to the blonde giant.

“Thanks Taylor!” her cheery voice called back, a surprised look crossed her face as she spotted Drew, the tiny man had shuffled behind his friend’s leg slightly as if he didn’t want to be seen. “Who’s the little guy?”

The brunette peered down and saw him awkwardly shying away from the interaction, a smug look snuck its way onto her face, she wondered where all the confidence went, “that’s my roommate, Drew, it’s his first time at the gym,” her shin hooked behind his back and pushed him forward slightly, his arms flailed as he regained balance, “go on, say hi, Drew.”

This mightn’t have been the best idea, he was way out of his depth in here, “oh. Uh, hey,” damn it, why was he being so awkward.

Claire giggled at the introduction, she never had an opportunity to properly speak to someone so small before, “pretty brave to do your first workout with Taylor, I’ll be impressed if you can keep up.”

Desperate to not let himself seem socially inept he adopted his new signature courageous attitude, “if you’re worried about anyone, it should be her,” he gestured upwards to the muscular woman who towered over him, his response earned a resounding laugh from Claire.

Smooth.

“Oh, really?” Taylor cocked her hip to the side and bent over, her fist hooked into the back of his shirt and grabbed a handful. The top of her fingers pushed into his back, the cool feeling of their nails rested on his skin, “well let’s get to it then,” with a goodbye wave to her blonde friend she carried him over to the freehand weights.

“Let me go man, that’s not cool,” he cried from her hand, tiny legs flailed about as he tried to pry her grip from his shirt, petite hands struggled to get their grip on her knuckles. All his efforts were rewarded by a hearty chuckle.

He landed in a heap on the synthetic floor as Taylor released him from her grasp, her scuffed, white converse came to a rest before him. Rubber and fallen sweat drops were all he could smell with his nose pressed against the ground.

“Alright Mr. Bond, it’s leg day today, so we’re gonna hit some squats,” the iconic white stripes of her Adidas gym bag slammed onto the ground beside him as he rose up. She tapped her chin as her eyes scanned the rack behind him, “I’m really not sure what someone your size would lift, but let’s try, I don’t know, 2kg?”

The pink weight looked like a toy in her hand, the handle easily fit between a couple of her fingers, light weights like these weren’t really designed for people of her stature. Drew scoffed at the thought that 2kg would be enough for him, he was almost insulted, he’d be able to lift that without a doubt. “Go on, give it here, this’ll be easy,” he continued to ride his earlier confidence as he got down into a squat position and readied his arms to receive the mass upon his shoulders.

Taylor lowered herself into a squat, the width of her body encapsulated his form. Legs spread to the side; her knees flanked him as she focused her attention on gently placing the weight on his shoulders. Drew braced himself as the oversized hand weight rested upon him, to his surprise his legs buckled. He wasn’t that weak, was he? It was only 2kg, a regular sized child would be able to lift that.

“Gimme a deep squat,” her forearms rested on her thighs as she watched him struggle under the dumbbell, a smile slowly creeping onto her face. He slowly started to lower himself down, his face showed genuine strain. “It’s not that heavy, I thought you were gonna impress me today squirt!” she joked sarcastically as he battled against the pink weight.

A soft burst of exasperation escaped his lips as he finally reached the lowest point of his squat, “dickhead…” he managed to squeeze out, it was easy for her to say and why was she acting so annoyed with him anyway.

Her watchful eyes tracked his movements as he did his reps, each squat seemed harder than the last. Drew’s body was shaking by the time he reached the tenth compression, with a quiet grunt he hoisted himself upwards one last time. Taylor’s hand reached down and whisked the weight away, the way she held it so effortlessly was a solid hit to his pride. A drop of sweat rolled down his face as he doubled over panting, palms to his knees as he gathered his breath back.

“What a display of strength,” she stood back to her looming height, powerful calves replacing her figure, “you’d probably be more useful as my towel boy.”

“Nah, I think,” he paused to gather his breath, “I’ll do another set.”

Seeing his pitiful reps from before did little to add to his credibility, “oh, maybe I’ll ask Claire if she wants to come watch this time,” her thumb pointed behind her.

“No, no, that’s okay, uh-“

“Yeah, thought so,” her shoes squeaked against the ground as she turned towards the squat rack, “why don’t you watch me, you might learn a thing or two,” his eyes lingered on her muscular behind as it stretched her black shorts when she bent down to grab the plates for the squat rack.

By the time he had recovered, the giant gym junkie had loaded multiple dark blue plates onto the bar, three on either side, each one had the number ’50’ on them. He recalled a time where Taylor had told him that squats were her best weights, but he never realised that she was this good. That was a whole 300kg weighing down that bar.

“Come be my spotter,” without even looking, her fingers wrapped themselves around his head, like she was holding a tennis ball, and pulled his little body closer towards her. The wide part of her calf was level with his eyesight, and her crew sock came up to his waist. While he stood there with his mouth agape shocked by her nonchalant manhandling, she ducked under and let the bar roll between her shoulders and neck. The weight lifted off the rack as she straightened up, the metal bar sagging on each side.

Drew had gotten used to how the ground would quake when Taylor or any other giants would walk around, but this felt different. From behind her defined calves that were as wide as him, the rubber flooring did little to absorb the shock of her movements. As she shuffled backwards to get more room to squat, each stomp caused the floor to rumble violently under him, powerful jolts travelled through his body. An extra 300kg had been added to her step and it wasn’t just felt, it was heard, each tread created an audible thud. It was as if she was a mighty titan from mythology, with the weight of the world upon her back, he couldn’t help but be in awe.

Bulging quads filled out her shorts as they harboured the heavy iron, he sometimes forgot how much muscle she really had hidden in there. Before his very eyes, Taylor lowered herself down, both of her ass cheeks revealed themselves through her tightening shorts, their toned definition apparent. Her hulking form lowered down further, until he was facing the impressive visage of her glorious, sculpted tush. The length of her crack could comfortably hold half of his body if she were to clench at that moment. To his surprise, her butt descended further, he recalled a saying she liked to remind him of, ‘ass to grass’.

With a deep, almost masculine grunt, Taylor decompressed her legs and shot upwards. Before Drew had a chance to react, her butt crashed into his chin and sent him flying backwards. He landed on his own butt as he gazed up at his enormous friend, her long legs fully straightened, quivering slightly under the strain.

“One,” she boomed. It didn’t seem like she noticed what happened as she began to descend into another low squat. This was going to be a long workout.

From his lower vantage point he watched as Taylor’s ass appeared to grow larger as it got closer to him, her butt cheeks separating once more to reveal the chasm that was her crack. A stench of stale air wafted past him as she lowered even further, now that he was sitting, her ass came within inches of his face. The two massive cheeks were the length of a king-sized mattress, if she shifted back any further his head would get caught between them.

Another booming grunt came from the giant as she shot up, her thick ass clenched together at the apex of her squat, it swallowed up any loose parts of her shorts.

“Two,” her voice was heavy.

Taylor continued her squats, each time her ass came within inches of Drew’s face and the acrid smell of sweat began to build with each one. The odour served as a reminder to him of how she laboured at the gym for hours every week, working to sculpt her ass into a fuller and firmer meaty piece of flesh.  

A thunderous sigh of relief came from Taylor as she racked the weight after finishing her ten reps, a sheen of perspiration covered her tan skin. Her head turned to peek behind her, she’d forgotten Drew was even there. “Why are you sitting there, what if I failed one of my attempts?” she was genuinely perplexed as to why he sat behind her like that. Large shoes turned their way towards him as she squatted down to get closer, her recently worked out ass rolled against her heels, that same smug expression from before on her face “if you can’t handle 2kg, I doubt you’d be able to handle my fat ass.”

“Well, you looked like you had it sorted,” he returned, trying to hide his admiration.

Taylor rose back to her full height, “damn right I did.” Her previous worries for Drew dissipated while she worked out, now wasn’t the time to think about it, the plan would figure itself out. Right now, she was in the mood to keep pumping out sets. “Alright, well that’s enough break, let’s get back to it.” She raised a plastic bottle from her bag to her lips, her burly bicep grew in size as she squeezed the fresh water into her mouth. After she felt refreshed, she sauntered back to the rack and shouldered the weight, her head turned as much as it could to address him, “if you’re just gonna watch, maybe move out of the way.”  

Drew heeded her words and scrambled out of the way as her huge footwear stomped into position. Those booming footsteps gave a clear warning; there was a giant at work. If there was anything that he had gathered from this trip to the gym, he was glad he was relying on stealth and not brawn to break into the Pierce’s mansion.

Soft, comfortable and plush, all features a couch must have, Drew closed his eyes and rubbed his legs. His body still hurt after going to the gym over the weekend. Much to his dismay, Taylor was right, no gains had been earned and instead he just ached all over.

An anime about a shy boy with psychic powers played on their TV, but he would have to rewatch the episode. Unfortunately, his mind was elsewhere, from his aching body to the impending heist on the Pierce estate, a swirl of emotions consumed him. Nerves, fear, excitement, he couldn’t pick one.

“You gotta pay attention to my recommendations, you can’t speak Japanese, can you?” Taylor said, standing in the hallway from their kitchen, she was dressed in an oversized sweatshirt and casual shorts with a carton of full-cream milk in hand that she had been chugging on. After the last census, she was almost as tall as the entrance.

“This is why I said I wanted to watch dub,” he didn’t bother looking at her, instead choosing to stare into the skin of his forearm that rested on his forehead.

“No way, dub ruins the experience, I hate how they sound,” typical, the usual complaint she used when they watched anime together. The droning sound of flatulence played from her rear; her lactose intolerance was playing up again.

“You’re disgusting,” his face screwed up at her indecency.

Taylor snorted as she strolled back to the kitchen, “sorry!” she called back in a sing-song voice.

Another feeling ate at him, a feeling of emptiness. Over the past two and a half years of living together, he and Taylor had grown quite fond of each other. They knew each other from school and while they weren’t super close, they got along well. Due to them wanting to move out at roughly the same time they decided to give it a shot, and he was glad he did. He’d come to cherish their friendship, even if she was an unhygienic freak at times.

Drew checked his phone for the time, Val would be here in 20 minutes. She’d offered to drive him to the location of the break in, there wasn’t really much other choice for him to get to the rich part of town. Most people in the lower brackets avoided those districts as it was not uncommon for people to go missing around there, never to be heard from again. Yet, here he was, preparing to venture deep into those neck of the woods.

From the kitchen, Taylor’s laugh quickly dissipated as she held similar feelings, she would miss Drew and desperately hoped that he would be safe. She didn’t support the plan but no matter how many times she tried to talk him down from doing it, he kept his belief strong. The floorboard creaked under her hefty weight as she put the milk away and wandered back into the living room. Her large body collapsed onto the opposite couch, her form took up most of the space, with her head resting on the side and her legs draped over the other arm of the couch.

“You’ll have your phone with you right?” she asked, eyes fixed on the flashing lights on the screen.

“Yeah,” he turned the volume down as he looked over to Taylor, her brunette hair cascaded down the side of the couch, “I will.”

“Cool.”

Drew could feel her worry in her words, she wasn’t usually this blunt. “I’m gonna be okay, you know,” he tried his best to reassure her.

“I’m just worried is all, but you know that,” he nodded, that feeling of worry was mutual, “I give you a week before I start to actually freak out.”

“Hm?”

“If you don’t come back in a week, I’ll be pissed,” she finally turned to look at him, her eyes had a gentle but serious expression.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back,” he returned her stare with a smirk, hoping to ease her doubts, “I’ll even bring you a souvenir.”

Her steely countenance cracked at his joke, he might be an idiot, but she couldn’t stop him now. A ding came from her hand as a message popped up on her phone, “shit, Val’s here.”

Shivers travelled across Drew’s skin; this was it. He hopped off the couch, not wanting to be tardy. Taylor’s boss had assured him that all he needed to bring was himself as she had all the supplies he would need for his journey. “Well, I’ll see you in a bit,” he said, unsure of how to say goodbye.

Taylor sat up from her lounged position and got to her feet, “come here, dummy,” her arms outstretched, ready for a hug. Drew fell into her embrace as she crouched down to meet him, her brawny arms entrapped him against her chest. The width of both arms went from his butt to his shoulders, his face pushed into her cleavage. Contrary to her usual fragrance the scent of her clean skin and flowery lotion entered his nostrils, warmth enveloped him as the bottom of her head rest against the top of his. Normally, he would feel uncomfortable being surrounded by her like this, claustrophobic even. But this? This was nice.

“Be safe alright,” she pulled him out of her embrace by his shoulders, Drew swore he could almost see tears welling up in her eyes.

“You know I will, I’ll be back as soon as possible,” another alert broke the two from their farewell, it was another message from Val. “Okay,” he took a deep breath, “see ya later,” Taylor waved goodbye as he trudged out the door, the daunting reality of what he was about to do hit him like a tonne of bricks.

As he walked down the stairs, horrible images of Casey and her mother standing over him plagued his mind. If he was caught, there was little chance he’d see Taylor again. There was one simple solution – don’t get caught. The entrance to the apartment block was left in his dust as he walked towards a gigantic sleek, automobile that matched the colour of Val’s hair. She seemed to really like the colour red. As he walked towards the vehicle, he felt as if he were in a scene from a space movie, her car - a massive spaceship, that had just touched down on his planet. The side door opened automatically with a slow mechanised hiss; a small ladder protruded from the interior. Cars needed a revamp after the brackets were introduced so they were accessible to all.

“How are you Drew?” the enormous Val sat in the driver’s seat, dressed in knee length yoga pants and a loose-fitting sports top. Her fiery hair was done up in a ponytail that hung out the back of a visor, aviators donned over her eyes. It seemed that similarly to Taylor, she was off work for today. Stepping into the car, he walked across the passenger seat and came to a stop next to a hiking bag fitted to his size.

“I’m good, ready for a big day,” kneeling by the bag to see what was inside, he continued, “I imagine this stuff is for me.”

“Yep, there’s food and water which if you ration, should last at least two weeks, a portable charger,  multi-tool, flashlight, bedroll, camera, and a notebook with pens,” her fingers counted the items as she listed them, “I assume you’ve got your phone with you,” she confirmed her mental checklist.

Drew bobbed his head in confirmation, hoisting the bag onto his shoulder as he sat in the small seat behind the gear stick. Val’s thigh loomed next to him; a pliable wall covered in olive fabric. Looking down at him with an uncharacteristically straight face, she pulled the gear stick into drive and the car’s engine came to life. The seat vibrated from the power of the car. Surprisingly, the seat began to move upwards as it travelled along some kind of track that ended on the dashboard, the grand view from the front windshield filled his vision. A brief sense of amazement overcame him.  

“I’ve scoped out their new place, I won’t be able to offer much help once we arrive, there’s a locked gate blocking the driveway,” while she focused on the road, he received no other reassurance. Awkward silence filled the air for the rest of the 20-minute drive, mostly due to the millions of scenarios that rattled around in Drew’s head, he couldn’t form a proper sentence. Perhaps he could pull out now, Val did say that he didn’t have to do this, maybe she wouldn’t mind. One glance at her face revealed her eyes fixated on the road and an almost determined expression which convinced him otherwise.

Passing houses grew with each turn as they drove closer to the rich part of town. Scenery became lusher and the flora was replaced by other size appropriate vegetation. As they took another turn, the sight of the running river that cut through their city came into view, the glistening sun reflected off the water and reminded him that anyone who could afford to live a paradise like this lived in a different world to him.

“Wow, I knew these people were rich, but wow,” the vistas of monumental dwellings gave him a brief respite from his racing thoughts.

“I’m a rather successful woman Drew, but even I couldn’t dream of living in a place like this, only those who have figured out some kind of loophole or inherited immense wealth find themselves living here,” her voice took on an irritated tone, while she tapped the wheel impatiently as they waited at a set of lights.

She really hates rich people huh. Val’s coldness did little to ease his worried state of mind. So far, she had proven to be a friendly lady, yet now he wasn’t quite receiving hostility, but he expected her to at least comfort him a tad more.

A rushing tall, black picket iron fence that sat atop white concrete began to slow down as the car eased to a halt in front of a similarly styled iron gate that led to a paved driveway, a lofty modern mansion stood proudly at the end of it.

Fuck, this is really happening.

“Are you ready?” Val put the car into park and sat back from the steering wheel.

“As ready as I’ll ever be I guess,” faint whirring emanated from the seat below him as it began its descent to its original position behind the gear stick. Craning his neck upwards, he met eyes with the red head, some warmth had returned to her iris’.

“Good luck Drew, I believe in you,” she finally offered him a smile, “we’ll be in touch.”

That’s what he needed to hear, some comforting words. Instantly, he felt better about what he was about to do. The supple feeling of leather was felt against his shoes as he walked across the passenger seat and down the stairs to the sidewalk below, he waved goodbye to Val for what could be the last time he would see her in a while.

Hot wind blew against his face as he stepped out into the sunlight, it was a humid summer day, the pavement beneath his feet had been baking all morning into the early afternoon. Drew checked his phone for the time, it was 2pm, he had plenty of time to get to the house. It was a Monday so he knew Casey would be working until at least 5:30pm and as for her mother, if she was an important businesswoman she would be working even later. There was plenty of time on his hands.

The trek towards the house was lengthier than he expected, the pebbled driveway was deceivingly long. Inside his head, strategies formulated for how he would get inside, where he would bunker down and at what times would be the safest to explore the house, with each plan he concocted he became more confident. This was going to be a walk in the park, the riskiest part would be getting photos of the so-called ‘servants’ but after that he was basically on holiday in some luxurious manor.

Any false confidence that he had built up was immediately dashed as the towering view of the dark spruce door loomed over him, how any human being could move such a structure was beyond him, it stood at an impressive 30-feet in height, and to a measly 2-foot-tall man it utterly dwarfed him. It appeared that Val wasn’t wrong when she said the Pierce’s moved up a bracket. Instead of feeling afraid, Drew convinced himself this was a positive, as it would only lead to him being harder to spot amongst their giant home, though he dreaded the thought of being caught even more.

Drew climbed up the sandstone stairs that led to the front door, surprisingly finding many footholds to leverage himself up. He crept his way across a doormat that stretched several metres in each direction and found himself beholding the mighty door that could lead to his demise. Thanks to the size of the door there was just enough space for him to squeeze underneath, only just. After taking the backpack off and sliding it under, he crammed himself under the wooden slab.

Once inside, he was taken aback by how massive everything was, the door should have served as an entrée for what was to come, yet he was still stunned. Floorboards made up of redwood trees and gigantic marble features, it was truly a palace made for titans. He scanned the far-reaching hallway that led into a fancy living room area filled with expensive black leather couches and a white shaggy carpet. They had mostly moved in already as the furniture looked to be set in place, and there were minimal cardboard boxes littered about.

First order of business was to find somewhere to set up, his eyes lingered on a thinner door halfway down the hall which he assumed was some sort of linen closet. Another trek was underway as he began towards the closet, his footsteps barely registering against the wooden floor, it was eerily quiet for such a huge place, sounds would have to travel vast distances to reach him. Squeezing under the door, he was met with a pitch-black room, he pulled out his flashlight and shone it into the darkness, large woollen blankets of various muted colours were revealed. Drew checked his phone, it was 3pm, it had taken him an hour to get from the start of the driveway to this point, it was time to set up his shelter and do some more exploring before the colossal women arrived home.

The back side of the closet was free of debris and offered substantial cover from the outside if the Pierce’s were to ever open the door and peer inside. Thankfully, there was no need to worry about spiders or other insects as they were still their old regular bug-sized selves. After laying down his bedroll and hiking bag, he had a quick bite to eat, taking a moment to breathe and remind himself where he was. He was safe. Some downtime later and Drew decided it would be best to venture out briefly and investigate the living room. Deciding to leave the camera and notepad behind he ventured out with just his phone in hand, another check of the time revealed it was 3:30pm now, only two hours or so to work with.

Drew slid under the entryway once again and stepped into the infinite hallway, it was odd to be in such an open place that was still indoors. A sense of calmness came over him, this wasn’t too bad at all, during the day he would explore the house and when the evening rolled around, he would rescind back into his hideout. The living room was closing in, he’d already crossed at least half the distance. He began to whistle a tune as a smile crossed his face, this was easy in fact.

A devastating noise coming from outside the front door broke him out of his happy trance – footsteps. Horror flashed across his widened eyes, it couldn’t be, it was still early, maybe it was just a delivery. Metal clangs caused him to slowly turn around, his whole body was shaking, the door handle rattled as whoever was outside fiddled with it. You gotta be shitting me, His head swivelled back and forth, living room or closet, there was no time to get to either, he stood out like a sore thumb against the wooden floor. As the front door whooshed open, Drew’s hair danced around due to the mass of air being displaced, the figure of who was responsible finally visible.

Oh.

Oh, no.

The girl who had forced his hand herself, Casey. Fucking. Pierce.

She hummed a familiar sounding melody while adjusting the Bose headphones that crowned her dirty blonde hair, her eyes were glued to her phone. Compared to when he had last seen her, she was truly monolithic. He thought he’d gotten used to the house, but nothing could prepare him for seeing a person fill such vast, empty space, especially someone he had such disdain for. Casey must have left work early as she was still dressed in her McDonald’s manager outfit, how she managed to make it fit to her figure boggled his mind, wide hips filled out the unflattering black trousers and her bust stretched out the blue top as if one of the buttons were about to fly off.

Paralysed with fear, Drew gazed upon her giant form, no idea which way to run. That’s when her movements began. Those mighty leather Doc Martens he had gotten to know so well made their first treacherous stride towards him, an earth shattering thoom made his knees weak as they slammed into the ground, the thunderous stomp echoed about in the chamber of their house. Each step rattled his bones in their joints, his arms instinctively flew out to the side to balance himself. Then, the moment he dreaded, her eyes lifted from her phone for a moment, at first, she looked straight ahead, but right before they darted back to her screen, something caught her eye. A tiny man.

Drew held his breath as time froze around him, Casey stopped in her tracks as she processed what lay before her. It was reminiscent of David vs Goliath as they both faced each other, their eyes locked in place, a pin drop could be heard over the tense silence.

“Huh?” confusion riddled through her words as she broke the silence and resumed towards him; burglary was unheard of against those in the upper brackets.

He didn’t want to stick around to answer, her movement spurred him into action as he spun on his heels and sprinted as quickly as he could towards the living room. Adrenaline coursed through his veins; he had never run so fast in his life. Not that there was much point to his struggles, Casey’s earth-shattering strides made light work of the minimal distance. She was upon him within a second, her boots landed on either side of him as he faceplanted into the floor, skidding against the glossy, varnished wood, his phone flew out of his hand and rested a metre from his reach.

“No, no, no…” he managed to croak out, this couldn’t be happening. Though, there was no point to resisting, he was got. The rubber treads of her boots resting a metre from his defeated position, directly on top of where his phone had landed, the soles stood taller than his laid down body, grease and grime coated the worn-down leather. Her gargantuan foot flexed inside the footwear as she crouched down, the leather creaking from her immense weight. A dark shadow overcame him as trunk-like fingers wrapped around his whole body. With others who were closer to his bracket he still felt like somewhat of a person, even around those like Val. However, the way Casey could hold his body in one hand, with only his head poking out of her fist made him feel like little more than a doll.

“Now, what do we have here,” his captor tsked above, there was no escape from this, she quite literally held his body in her hand. Drew was hit with a sense of vertigo as he was lifted from the ground, the black fabric of her pants rushed by his view, into the sight of her half-untucked manager shirt, a nametag reading ‘Casey’ clung to her breast pocket. Ultimately, he ended up face-to-face with his arch nemesis, except it was more face-to-eye as she examined him closely.

“What the fuck,” her voice boomed in his ears, Drew was in a daze as he took in her enormous face, he almost forgot what was happening in the moment as he came to analyse her face in such great detail. Since he had only ever seen her from ground level, he never had the time to appreciate how pretty she was, a lock of blonde hair covering one of her stunning emerald eyes, a cute, upturned nose, and some light freckles above her plush, full lips, her soft cheeks tugged at the corner of her mouth as she formed a smirk. How could such a gorgeous girl be so cruel?

“Drew!?”

Panic racked through Drew’s body, no matter the intensity of his writhing, Casey’s fingers remained unmoved and the smirk on her face had vanished. Even though her hands were slender in nature, at such a blown-up size he was better off trying to push a truck out of the way, the minute muscles in her digits easily overpowered him. His heart raced as he stared into his reflection in her green iris, how had he let himself get caught so easily and, oh god, Taylor, would he ever see her again?

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing in my house,” the pressure in her fist increased as her temper rose, hot air blasted over his face, the sheer volume of her voice caused his eyes to water, “come to plead for your job back?”

He was screwed, there was no possible excuse that would get him out of this, what could he say? Oh sorry Casey, I was just trying to gather evidence to ruin your families name, won’t happen again, I’ll be on my way! Struggling to think of something, anything to say he sputtered out the first words that came to mind, “Uh, I was just, uh-“

Joy crossed her face as he spoke his first words to her, “your voice,” she began to bellow with laughter, a deep raucous applause that bubbled up from her stomach, “you sound like a little girl,” her gaping maw still shuttering with amusement, “this is priceless, I haven’t even been bothered to listen to one of you tiny rats speak since census,” what a disgusting personality she had. “How about me?” her cavernous mouth loomed closer, “do I sound like a. Big. Scary. Giant?” Each word was enunciated with clear conviction, they whipped past him, a booming brassy quality to them, her pink lips curled into a toothy grin, an utterly terrifying sight. “I bet it’s deep too,” fear was all he felt, her words rumbled around inside his head, she wasn’t wrong, her voice was an almost masculine baritone, it thundered with strength and authority, the power dynamic was only amplified by his claustrophobic prison in her fist. “You’re shaking Drew, are you scared?”

What a nightmare, unadulterated intimidation gripped his psyche, there was nothing he could do but nod pathetically, earning him a chuckle from his ex-manager, he wanted to shrink away from embarrassment, to be manhandled by a girl who was six years his junior didn’t sit right with his ego, not that there was much of one to begin with at this point. His life was over, the visions of Casey that he had tried to block out earlier on his way here had come to fruition, that dark future he had convinced himself he would avoid now seemed like a utopia in comparison.

“This is too good, Ariel was right, I needed to get one of you guys earlier,” Casey spoke to herself as she lumbered through her gigantic abode, those quaking steps he had felt from the floor were no easier on his body in her hand, each downward motion threw his head back against the base of her finger. “The fact we worked together too, I don’t know why, but it just makes it all the more sweeter, I can tell you’re already terrified of me, especially after our last little date,” Casey’s green eyes sneered over her chest, booming thuds echoed around him as the scenery of their extravagant home passed by, his position brought him back to the fateful day where he was fired, her breasts bouncing inside the fabric of her shirt, it was as if they wobbled in slow motion, the great weight of them being held up by a mere bra, she had to be a D cup at least.

Muted beige walls came into view behind Casey as she walked into a room, presumably her own, the door swung shut behind her with a click, locking Drew in the room with her. The walls were littered with posters of bands that he actually recognised, the likes of ‘The Strokes’ and ‘Radiohead’ were among the prints. White painted dressers and drawers lined one side of the room, with a walk-in closet opposite her king-sized mattress, which was covered in a colourful checked pattern doona, fairy lights wrapped themselves around the bed frame. She reached her large desk that matched the colour of her dressers, it was right next to her bed and had a laptop with an assortment of notebooks and worksheets on it.

Drew was dropped onto the hard surface as she cleared away the loose paper, the plush office chair was pulled back as her looming form stepped in front of it, with an exhausted thump she fell back into it. After Casey had taken up her mantle, she leaned forward and rested her elbows on the desk, her head cupped in her hands, it was as if she were a goddess judging him upon her throne. He shuffled back slightly as her quiet, watchful gaze followed every movement, was he supposed to say something?

“You never told me what you were doing in my house,” a curious expression showed, she spread her elbows slightly to lower her head closer.

What could he possibly say that would make breaking into her house seem okay, he was at a loss for words. “I was j-just in the a-area,” good one Drew, you dumbass.

Suddenly, a thumbprint the same size as Drew’s head shot into his face, pinning him to the desk, Casey rolled his skull from side to side, dragging him across the wooden surface, “do I look like an idiot?” she stated bluntly. Once she let up dragging his face across her thumb, her pointer finger wrapped around the back of his cranium and raised his ragdoll build, his limbs dangling from her pinched grip, a headache was coming on from her crushing hold. “Not that it matters, who the hell is gonna save you,” she was right, Taylor nor Val could do anything to help him now, he was up shit creek without a paddle.

Drew was released from her grasp and crumpled onto the desk with his head in his hands, he now had a pounding headache. “Leave me alone, you monster,” the raspy words came from no-where, it was pure instinct, a reaction to the pounding he received. 

“Oh, no, no, no Drew, I don’t think so, see you’re the one who I caught lurking in my house right?” Casey purred in her signature patronising tone that he’d heard so many times before while mopping the floors of that god forsaken McDonald’s, “I think you might owe me a little, my mum isn’t very fond of itty-bitty things like you,” her voice lowering into a hushed whisper, her painted fingernail circled around him, scratching against the desk, “I would hate to have to tell her about you.” The tiny man was enraptured by her silky words, was her mother really a worse option than what he was faced with currently. The giantess’ words lined up with Val’s story at the least, judging by what she had just said, Susan was not one to consider lower brackets as human. Words were stuck in Drew’s throat; he had no idea how to navigate this interaction.

A loud creak reverberated around the room as Casey reclined in her chair, unbuttoning her shirt revealing an expensive lacy push-up bra that matched the colour of her peachy skin. The tiny man couldn’t believe he was getting a front row seat to her stripping, he was petrified of her yes, but he couldn’t deny her beauty. Maybe his new life as her pet wouldn’t be so bad, he tried to reason with himself, his rationalising was much less effective now however as his knees continued to buckle against each other in fear.

In a flash, the blonde giant flung her legs over the desk and settled her left boot mere inches from his frame, the right followed soon after and rested itself upon its twin. The impact of the tonnes of leather threw him off balance and he fell face first onto the tread of her left shoe, the taste of dirt and grime clung to his lips. The other boot hung ominously over him, it was like leaning against a brick wall, there was not an ounce of movement from the rubber or Casey herself, he doubted she would even be able to feel his weight leant up against it. Her hulking form leaned forward as she began to untie her laces, the screeching sound of rope against rope could be heard above him.

Casey had a hungry look her on face, she hadn’t been this size for long and to see how much larger she was compared to these parasites of society was enough to kick her god complex into full gear, her boot stood over three times his size, the fact he was the same species, baffled her. “I honestly couldn’t care less about what you were doing in my house, all I know is that no one ever comes looking for insects like you,” she paused untying her boots, a grin swathed over her face, “you’re mine now.” Drew dropped to his knees, realising the brutal truth behind her words with each passing second, Val had shown him the statistics, people his size went missing all the time and no one ever followed up on it, the concept of a human having an owner seemed preposterous, yet now, his lounged before him.

With a grunt of effort, Casey kicked off her boot that hung like a guillotine over Drew, the footwear crashed on its side behind him, the force knocking him from his knees to all fours. An acrid scent wafted over him from behind, the heat that had been trapped in her boot all day now invaded the clean air around him. The other boot soon followed suit and landed upright next to him; the towering piece of leather dwarfed him like a one-storey building. The blonde giantess stretched her arms to the side with a pleased sigh, both of her dirty, white socks now released into the atmosphere.

Thud.

Casey uncrossed her right foot so that both fuzzy behemoths stood before the small man on her desk, the all-encompassing thud of her appendage reminded him of her enormity. Dark, grey patches gathered around the ball and heel of her foot and her powerful toes scrunched the matted material between them, a series of pops could be heard as she relieved herself. Drew understood how sweaty one’s feet could get from working hospitality all day, especially from wearing leather boots all day, but to experience it firsthand was a whole other story.

“Please, Casey, just let me go, this is all a big misunderstanding,” Drew begged from his hands and knees, he couldn’t muster the courage to look her in the eyes.

“Didn’t you hear me? I. Don’t. Care.” Casey’s heel thumped against the desk with each word, “I was always gonna get my hands on one of you little guys eventually, and now you’ve just fallen right into my lap.”

“Casey, I-“

“Stop.” Her toes angled downwards and met his face, her big toe easily engulfed his head. Drew received a mouthful of sweaty sock threads, the taste of vinegar and corn chips assaulted his taste buds, “you don’t get to call me Casey.” The thick fabric of her sock moved upwards along his face, dragging his nose deep into the material, his skull was trapped between her big toe and the ball of her foot, the floor began to fall away from him as Casey lifted him by the head once more, his nose pushed even further into her fuzzy sock, darkness consumed him as his mind went dizzy from the overwhelming vice of her giant digits. “What should you call me though?” she asked herself, with a wag of her foot, his limp body flailed about.

The sight of a human being dangling from her toes gave Casey a sense of absolute godhood, it displayed pure strength over another life from one of the lowest parts of her, “hmm, master?” no, too obvious, “goddess?” also a no, too cliché, “ma’am?” what am I, 40? She thought to herself. The giant racked her brain for what Drew should address her as, she wanted it to be something that demonstrated their relationship, something that reminded him who was in charge, something that caused a deep-rooted pang of humiliation every time he muttered the word, then it hit her. Lifting her other foot to meet her toys back, she pressed his whole body into her sole and rubbed them together, rolling him between two meaty slabs of flesh, covered by a fluffy layer of cotton, until his head peaked out from between the balls of her feet, his neck snug with the round part of her foot.

“Call me daddy.”

Huuuh?

“I- uh, what?” What kind of kinky bullshit was she talking about, Drew’s bewilderment was short lived as her feet flexed together and squeezed the air out of his lungs, an airless squeak escaped his lips.

“Say it,” this wasn’t Casey messing around, she was dead serious, “say, sorry for speaking daddy.”

“I’m not gonna-“ air wheezed out of his lungs once again, this time she didn’t let up and held his ribcage in a compressed position, black spots cornered his vision as his brain was devoid of oxygen. Dread began to build inside him; he was going to die wasn’t he.

Finally, Drew was released from her establishment of dominance, he panted hard as he tried to get air back into his lungs, there was no chance he was going through that again. It was do or die, and he had to do what Casey wanted. 

“Sorry for speaking…” what would he reduce himself to by saying that next word? His eyes met hers, and there was an expectant look on her face, this wasn’t about his pride anymore, this was about survival, “…daddy.”

“Good boy,” Casey hummed, the strangeness of a 19-year-old talking to him like a child was not lost on Drew. Her feet giving his figure one last slight squeeze before dropping him from their grip, an embarrassing yelp earned from her actions, “god, you just let out the most adorable little squeals don’t you,” her demeaning laugh boomed from afar. “Now, since I’m gonna be providing for you, food, water, all the bare essentials. I think daddy deserves a little loving, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess…” Drew didn’t quite know what to say, except go along with her games for now, she was quite clearly on one hell of a power trip.

“Ah, ah, what do you say,” Casey’s looming foot settled in front of him with a dull thud, the action still quaked the ground beneath him, the stench of her foot didn’t get any easier to tolerate as time went on.

The humiliated man hung his head in shame, surrounded and covered by his captors filth, “yes daddy.”

The blonde purred at his obedience, she already had him wrapped around her finger. Casey couldn’t help but imagine how she must look to him, a lazing goddess twirling her hair in the distance with enormous feet propped up that filled his whole vision. Naturally, being wealthy most of her life she knew the feeling of being large, the way people would scramble out of her way in public, the way she rarely had to look up at anyone, but after going up another bracket and demonstrating that size over someone as small as Drew was a feeling, she wishes she’d chased sooner. It was a rush like no other.

“Lick- no, suck on my socks,” her towering form leaned over, and a large finger pressed against the back of Drew’s cranium, pushing him into the sweaty fabric, she rolled his head against the sole for a few seconds, taking brief respite in the tiny massage.

Instantly, he tried to pull his head back, but it was no match for the pad of Casey’s mighty finger, his mouth was filled with the swampy taste of her sweat soaked foot. Despite his best efforts to spit it out, his tongue was still raked across the individual threads of her legwear.

“What a thirsty little fella,” she mocked, his unwillingness spurring her on. Truthfully, she couldn’t even tell if he was resisting, he could be enjoying it for all she could tell. After letting go of his head he fell backwards, both hands reached around the back of her head as she leaned back even further into the chair, her feet pushing closer towards him, “I didn’t say you could stop.”

Drew stared at her towering feet in horror, would this be his daily routine for the rest of his life, tending to the feet of his gigantic captor after she comes home from work, he couldn’t live like this, he needed to find a way to escape, in due time, he would do Casey’s bidding in order to gain her trust, once she let her guard down, he was out of here. For now, he had to obey. Placing his hands upon the dirtied sole, he leant in to grit some threads between his teeth, the stale flavour of fabric mixed with the salty taste of her sweat caused his stomach to turn.

Casey felt his tiny hands return to her soles; a smile crossed her face as she closed her eyes in contentment. She could get used to this.

A booming thunk snapped Drew out of his dreary state, he’d had a shocking sleep. The inside of his mouth felt as dry as a desert and dried up drool rolled down his face onto the alien texture below. His thoughts drifted back to yesterday’s events and his eyes widened at the sudden realisation of where he was, oh, and also the reeking scent of stale sweat helped. Underneath his chest, there was a bold circle with the number ‘13’ inside, shoe sizes were respective to each bracket, so a size 13 was nothing to sneeze at.

The half-faded circle was illuminated by a slight sliver of morning sun that shone through the cracks of Casey’s dirty socks that had been shoved into her boots to prevent him from escaping. Claustrophobic leather surrounded him all around, he could stand if he crouched though, the fact that he could fit inside her boot so easily was a chilling thought.

“Yeah, yeah whatever, I’m coming in a sec!” Casey’s thunderous voice muffled from outside his prison, the floor shaking in response to her sonorous release, “dumb bitch…” she muttered. Multiple stomps later, the fabric ceiling was pulled away revealing the looming form of his crouched down captor, her breasts basically spilling out of her bra, and her dirty, golden locks cascading downwards in a shape that mirrored her head, a brilliant smile plastered on her freshly awoken face. “Morning little guy, don’t you look snug in there.”

Drew held his tongue, he wanted nothing more than to cuss her out and expel his wrath, but from his position he doubted he’d even make a dent in the thick leather that bordered him. Balance became hard to maintain as Casey lifted the footwear prison into the air, standing to her full height, the sudden g-force pushed his face against the label of her shoe size, once again giving him a taste test of her worn insole. The cramped space he occupied began to tilt as he tumbled down the shaft of the boot and landed on the palm of her soft hand. Large digits grasped around his body, the pointer settled on his chest, middle finger on his stomach, ring finger around his crotch and her pinkie tucked his feet into a tight cocoon with her thumb sealing up the package.

Despite his unsanitary sleeping conditions and his current predicament his male body betrayed him as he sported a classic morning wood. No, not now, he prayed she wouldn’t notice, trying his best to retract his hips, there was no way to avoid poking the flesh of her appendage. A wave of curiosity washed over Casey’s face, as he felt a slight shift in her ring finger that dragged right over the bulge in his pants, oh no. “Hm, what’s this?” a taunting smile crept onto her face, opening up her hand to allow her ring finger more movement, she brushed the tiny rod back and forth under the tip of her digit, “looks like somebody loves daddy’s big feet,” she crooned. No, just no, he cursed himself, that was not the message he wanted to get across, “I heard you little things liked feet.”

Mentally, he was conjuring up whatever nonsense he could to take his mind off the current stimulation he received, yet it was no use as her fingertip continued to play with him, he clenched his teeth to stop a slight whimper from escaping. It wasn’t that he liked feet, it was the fact that a huge, soft pillow was giving him the hand job of a lifetime. 

“But no,” Casey stopped her teasing and pressed down into his groin, a squeaky yelp shot out of him as searing pain shot through his dick. “You’re not allowed to get off when I have work all day.”

“Casey, hurry up!” a mature feminine voice shouted from somewhere outside her room.

“I told you I’m coming Susan!” the blonde giant’s gaze lifted from his as she yelled towards her door. “Ughhh,” her head leaned back in frustration, for a brief moment he forgot she was a towering monster, instead just an irritated teenager. “Okay, shit, I gotta put you away for now,” she hurried across her room to grab a tall glass jar, and slid his body through the opening, he landed in a heap with a quiet ding emanating from the container. Her billboard sized mug glaring at him from outside, the glass giving her features a wavey texture. “Perfect,” she jostled his new home around, watching his body crash into the glass walls repeatedly with a grin, “I’ll be back later Dr-“ she stopped herself mid-sentence, “actually you’re gonna need a lil’ nickname too huh?” A car horn blared from outside as her green eyes shot to her window, “I’ll think of it at work, see ya.” With those parting words, Casey placed the jar on her desk and grabbed a tote bag from her bed and left the room with a slam of the door. 

Finally, with some time to breathe, Drew groaned and slumped to the ground, his back sliding down the glass, what in the fuck was he going to do to get out of this one. He smacked his lips and realised how dry his mouth was, sucking on Casey’s sock yesterday had done him no favours, something he would rather forget. As he tried to clear his mind, some items caught his eye, a baby blue electric guitar sat on a stand in the corner, and upon further inspection of the posters lining her walls, he identified even more bands that he knew, some being favourites of his. Who would’ve thought Casey and I had the same taste in music. From what he could gather she looked to be an alt-girl in a rich girls body.

Inspecting the room had diminishing returns after what felt like hours of staring at the same items, fatigue caught up to him after his unpleasant sleep last night. It was by no means comfortable leaning against the glass wall, but he had no space to lie down and plus his eyes were already starting to flutter to sleep. It was time for rest, his thoughts were empty with little space left to  reflect on the last 24 hours, instead, he dozed off. 

Thunk.

Drew’s eyes shot open, immediately noticing Casey dressed in her manager gear strutting towards him, her headphones and bag cast to the side, the jar moved slightly with each step, her form getting larger as she came closer. The setting sun streamed through her bedrooms window with a warmer, pink tone, had he slept all day? Once she laid eyes on her tiny pet cowering in his glass prison, her tired face instantly brightened. A shopping bag that she held in her other hand was tossed onto the desk next to him, as she took her position right in front of him, fiddling with the buckle of a black belt that fastened her pants. “Fuck, it was hot today,” her eyesight averted as she unbuttoned her shirt, a similar bra to the one she wore yesterday exposed itself above him.

Refusing to give her any ammo, Drew remained quiet as he watched the giant undress, the vast crotch of her pants stretched out before him, the fabric in front of her pelvis pulled taut to fit around her wide hips. A resounding phone alert sounded from the tote bag on her bed, Casey turned on her heels and bent over to inspect it, a brief exhale left her nose after checking whatever it was that got her attention. Replacing her crotch was now the looming ass of his blonde assailant, each cheek stretched out the unflattering pants, as if they were painted on. He’d noticed it before but tried to not think much of it considering she was his boss, but he couldn’t deny she was thick in all the right places.

A zip could be heard as Casey continued to fiddle with her pants, her slender thumbs hooked into the waistband as she leaned forward to squeeze her way out of them. The upper part of her ass began to poke out, her squishy flesh still trapped, she wore a navy thong that disappeared into her crack. Titanic ass cheeks the size of great boulders swallowed up any piece of material that was unfortunate enough to be between them, once the pants passed the curve of her butt, they came off easily and landed on the floor with a soft thud. Drew stared in awe at the pale cheeks that towered over him, he never once imagined himself in this position, he had to wonder if she was doing this on purpose.

Casey turned back around and gripped the glass jar that held Drew and tipped him out onto the table, still unaware of just how powerful her movements were to him, he rolled several times before he came to a stop, his limbs in a disorderly mess. From a crumpled position, he slowly raised his head to take in her leering form, with hands on her ample hips and the bottom of her eyes judging him from afar, he felt incredibly small in comparison. Musky air began to take its place around him as her crotch stood level with the desk, her earlier words about the heat today must have been true, not that he could tell from the cool interior of her home.

“So, what’d you get up to today?” Casey fell back into her chair, her head propped as she leaned against the armrest, her leg hugged to her chest. “Probably,” she paused to make an up and down motion with her free hand, “to the thought of my sweaty feet huh.”

Drew clenched his fists as he got to his feet, how could she do this to another person and feel no remorse, “I d-don’t like your feet,” he finally stammered out, somewhat proud that he stood up for himself.

“Mm, that’s not what our friend down here thought,” her gargantuan finger poked his crotch, it completely covered the width of his waist and sent him stumbling backwards.

“Stop touching me!” he shouted.

Instantly, Drew regretted his decision to yell as Casey’s finger shot onto his chest, her long nail poking into the soft flesh under his jaw, she could decapitate him if she wanted. Tiny hands clawed at her digit trying to push it off, but it was no use. “Feisty today, are we?” her tone back to its hostile self. “Daddy even brought his little princess some presents,” the giantess’ words oozed with contempt, her lips forming into a pout, “and I even, thought of your new name.”

Choking was not a particularly enjoyable activity and right now Drew was getting highly acquainted with it as he struggled against her finger, the glossy black painted nail right below his chin that stretched into a finger almost as wide as he was. Casey’s words terrified him, what kind of presents was she talking about, he expected the worst.

Casey smiled to herself as she lifted her digit off him, his limp chest beating hard, it was exhilarating to witness the fear she could instil in him. She tipped the contents of the shopping bag in front of him. Drew’s eyes widened as the items came to a rest in front of him, two simple things laid there. A tiny yellow, summery dress and a metallic ring with a chain attached to it, all fitted to his size.

“You can’t be serious…” he whispered, his eyes darting back and forth between the gifts as he put two and two together.

It wasn’t unusual for those who grew up large to develop dominant streaks and because of that it was difficult to find others in the same bracket who were into being on the receiving end. Some in particular had it worse than others, the blonde giant being a prime example. Casey had always enjoyed watching those smaller than her squirm under her gaze and throughout her schooling life had been called to the principals office multiple times for bullying, and due to her status, she got away with it. Every time. She held off from just simply buying a tiny from an underground channel like so many of her friends and even her mother had, she had no interest in a brainless servant who did whatever she asked, she was much more interested in breaking one in from scratch, the delight in driving someone against their desires, to change them fundamentally as a person. Teaching an insect its place in a giant’s world.

Casey twirled her curly blonde hair around her finger, she had been thinking about Drew all day, the sight of his little mangled body being tossed around by her feet and how effortlessly she manipulated his form. “Why don’t you put the dress on.”

“I’m not doing that,” Drew stepped back.

“Not this again,” Casey rolled her eyes, secretly enjoying his disobedience, her fingers pinched his arm as she lifted him to her face, her hot breath rolled over him, it stunk of fries. “You do what I tell you, or I’ll make yesterday seem like a walk in the fucking park,” she growled. “Understand?” she swung his form like a pendulum between her fingers, Drew howled in pain as it felt like his arm was going to be torn out of its socket.

“Yes, yes! I understand!” he hurriedly shouted back. Unfortunately, his acceptance earned him a drop from the towering height of her fingers.

“Strip.”

Her command was simple, Drew had learned better than to disobey at this point, his shoulder ached in pain. Slowly pulling his shirt off that still smelled like the bottom of her foot, he tossed it to the side, his shorts followed soon after. Before he had a chance to turn around, a solid force cracked against his ass and sent him flying forward, a startled yell trailed behind. He reached around to grab his bright red ass, Casey’s torso and push-up bra loomed over him as her head rested lazily in her palm with a smirk. Closer to him was her hand, her middle finger curled under her thumb, ready to strike again. Did she just flick my ass?

“Sorry I couldn’t resist,” her apology betrayed by her joyous expression. “Chuck it on small stuff,” the tiny dress fluttered over to him, he really didn’t want to have to do this. Slowly he got to his feet, eyeing the clothing in his hand, he decided to make a mental note of this moment, and any other moment where she humiliated him like this. Once he was free from her clutches, he would make her pay tenfold. Val’s plan flashed in his mind again, all he needed to do was get evidence of what these horrible people did to the poor, and their lives would crumble down. Fuck that, his previous selfless plan of changing the world was replaced by his original motivation. Make Casey Pierce pay. Despite his courageous inner thoughts, he still had to face reality.

Drew lifted the dress above his head and glided into it, his arms slipping through the puffy shoulder parts, it almost felt a bit big. “There. Are you happy now?”

“Drop the attitude,” she reached over to grab the other gift, “but not yet, you’re forgetting your other present,” a silver metallic ring attached to a thin chain swung hypnotizingly from her fingers, upon closer inspection he noticed a small latch on it, that wasn’t just a ring. No, that was a collar.

“Do I have to?” he begged.

Casey tsked while raising her eyebrows, “what do you think?”

With an exasperated exhale and a desire to not piss her off, Drew stopped the collar from its swinging motion, after unclipping the latch and placing it like a choker around his neck, it clicked into place. His eyes lingered up the chain, all the way to her pinched fingers and that devilish grin, the way the light from outside hit her face only accentuated her gargantuan size.

Suddenly, the collar around Drew’s neck tightened as his feet left the ground, he was brought up to a soaring height until he was faced with her enormous facial features, a power-hungry look in her glistening emerald eyes. The suffocating sensation sent the bound man into a frenzied panic, his hands uselessly scratched against the metallic ring and his legs kicked around frantically. A large phone replaced her face, it wore a case of psychedelic colours, the shutter of the camera and her bellowing laugh captured his shameful situation.

Using all his might, Drew pulled the collar from his neck for a brief moment, “is this some kind of game to you!?”

Somehow, he was brought even closer to her face, his reflection could be seen clear as day within her iris, awkwardly dressed in a yellow dress with a collar around his neck, he hoped no one else ever saw him like this again. A low, booming spaced-out snicker echoed from below him, and she simply stated, “of course it is.”

Watching Drew struggle like this affirmed to Casey that the nickname she had thought for him was just right, it perfectly captured his small form compared to her. Comparable to her own label, his followed a similar theme. She was daddy and he, well he was just about to find out.

“So, you want to know your new name?” Drew was starting to lose oxygen as the collar continued to choke him out, his silence only served as a space for her to continue. “Twink.”

Time slowed around his asphyxiating position, there was no way Casey actually expected him to respond to that. Actually, thinking back on all that she had done so far, of course she fucking did.

“Daddy’s little twink.”

Golden hues hitting the beige wall signalled the end of another day, Drew had only been captured three days ago and yet it felt like forever. He’d been battered senseless by Casey’s feet, chained by the neck, and forced to wear a little doll’s dress. Growing up in the fourth bracket led to a relatively normal life, it was the most populated bracket after all, he had regular friends and led a mundane lifestyle. Not once did he ever think he’d be imprisoned by some millionaire’s daughter, and even if he did, he never had expected her to be so god damn intense. Between the kinky, almost sexual name calling and the physical abuse he received, it was enough to bring a grown man to tears, he couldn’t help but repeat to himself, what the hell do I do. 

House shaking stomps announced Casey’s return home, however it was slightly different to usual, Drew swore he could hear another set of footsteps. Thunderous voices overlapped each other as they encroached on the door to his owner’s room, there was Casey’s deep, booming voice and another, a slightly higher pitched one, with an almost posh twang to it. The door swung open and revealed two gigantic beauties.

Casey was dressed in flashy streetwear with an oversized brown corduroy jacket thrown over the top, and of course, her signature boots. The other was a mystery giant he had never seen before. Dark brunette hair, tan skin, and model-like features, she was a standard knock out woman, exactly the kind of person who has the money and time to get themselves this prettied up for a casual day out. Her clothes reflected her status as well, an intricately designed white top that exposed her navel, long pale green designer pants and a pair of expensive looking wedges.

“No, trust me Ariel, it’s good, it’s got Jake Gyllenhaal and Hugh Jackman in it,” Casey said while shutting the door behind her, carrying on their conversation from before.

Ariel looked like she was thinking hard about her answer, “Mm, okay they’re hot so maybe.”

“Yeah, and also really good actors too,” Casey rolled her eyes, it was impossible to convince her friend to think about something beyond physical appearance, “anyway,” her finger pointed towards the miniscule man slumped on the floor of his jar prison, “there’s my new pet.”

“Ooooh, it’s cute,” Ariel’s towering features came closer to the desk, each step shaking the surface beneath him. Great, another giant to deal with, and by the looks of it she was even more spoiled than Casey. Hulking, slim fingers wrapped themselves around the jar, long manicured pink nails leaving light clicks in their trail. Before long, his glass home was emptied of its only content, himself. Cherry coloured nails were presented to him as if the brunette expected him to pamper her, they were close enough that he could see his reflection in them, “isn’t it going to greet me?” she turned back to her friend.

“Nah, twink’s still learning his place,” Casey leaned past Ariel and her mighty finger engulfed his head as she tussled his hair, the force of her digit drove Drew into an unpleasant crouch.

“Ew, so it’s like not even domesticated?” the brunette giant had a look of disgust on her pretty face, her long nails cautiously played with the hem of his dress. Drew couldn’t help but notice that he had been referred to as ‘it’ multiple times now as the two giant’s fingers played with him in different ways.

Casey’s snatched up the chain that was still connected to his neck, “nope, but he’ll get there,” his body sent into a slight sway as she brought him closer to her face and poked his stomach, “won’t you little guy?” Responses were hard to come by for the tiny man as his windpipes were currently being crushed by his own hanging weight. Catching the sight of his plight caused the edges of her lips to curl, subtle dimples he’d never noticed before formed.

Various colours whizzed past his vision as he flew towards the bed. Landing with a soft thud, he barely affected the heavy weight of the blanket beneath him. The chain lagging behind him wrapped itself around his body until he came to a stop somewhere in the middle of the enormous linen plain. Multiple loud thumps could be heard from below the mattress as the girls removed their footwear, their gigantic bodies soon followed him onto the bed, their great weights causing indents that warped the landscape. Ariel sat cross-legged closest to his chained-up form producing a gradual slope that led directly to one of her tanned feet. Without any way to stop himself Drew rolled into her foot and was greeted by the top of her toes; a silver glint caught his eye.

Sitting atop her longest toe was a shiny ring with a curious attachment, on closer assessment, Drew’s stomach dropped. A tiny crystal sphere, the size of a small gemstone that would usually be affixed to a ring, held an absolutely minute woman, a sub. Squinting his eyes to make out her features better, she looked to be naked and passed out. Being tossed around at the whim of a gargantuan brat’s footsteps all day would do that to a person. So Casey wasn’t an exception, it really was true that people in the upper bracket kept subs and lower bracket members as pets and accessories. If the woman looked small to Drew, he couldn’t imagine how infinitely large her captor, Ariel, would seem. Dealing with Casey at his current size was enough, but the thought of being so miniscule that she could roll him between the crevices of her palm as if they were mighty canyons sent shivers coursing through his spine.

Before he even had time to think of the implications of his brief discovery, the chain attached to him was yanked towards the giant who sat opposite. “So, do you have the earrings and necklace?” Casey boomed while paying no mind to him, her hands absentmindedly unravelled the constricting chain, choosing to play with his dress and limbs instead.

“Yep,” Ariel began to rummage around in her pink purse, “are you getting your hair done too?”

“Yeah, I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon.”

“I’m so jealous, I can’t believe you got Egypt,” Ariel complained, her hands finally located what she was searching for and pulled out two small golden earrings that resembled birdcages and a necklace with strange cuffs on the ends where the clip would be expected. “Ugh, well at least I got America.”

A puzzled look crossed the tiny man’s face, what in the world were these two talking about, and what was with these odd trinkets?

“Well as far as world theme parties go, I’d say we both got pretty lucky,” Casey had let Drew drop to the bed as she examined the golden jewellery, he rolled into those cursed white socks of hers, they were unsurprisingly cooking the atmosphere around them with their stench, at least this time he wasn’t constricted by the chain so he could stand on his own two feet. Taking in his surroundings, he noticed their knees jutting out above him as they both sat cross-legged, their torsos soaring up to the heights of office buildings. The blonde played with the tiny birdcages in her hands, flipping open a small hatch as she presented them to her friend, “a three incher goes in these right?”

“Mhm. Here.” Ariel handed over a container that Drew could not see the contents of, though he assumed the worst.

“Ha, they’re so fuckin’ tiny,” Casey rattled the Tupperware as she put it right up to her eye for closer inspection. Unscrewing the lid, she peered inside, the sight of two naked men scrambling to the corner of their plastic prison, faint cries for help barely reached her ears. “It’s hard to imagine that they can get smaller than this,” her eyes had a look of amazement in them, the tiny men were barely as tall as the width of her pinkie fingernail. Tilting the container into her hand, she caught their fragile bodies in her gigantic palm, their figures trembled under her looming gaze as her fingers stretched over them like great oak trees. “I’m gonna keep you little guys safe until tomorrow alright,” her features softened as she cooed, the twin insects looked to calm down, maybe this giant was more friendly than their previous owner, the terrifying brunette that sat opposite. Their brief hope was crushed by the sight of the gaping maw of her Doc Martens, booming laughter sealed their fate as they were sent spiralling down the extensive shaft of her leather boot, landing with a soft thud on the dirtied sole.

“You’re so mean,” Ariel giggled, enthused by her friends actions. She says as she has a human trapped to her toe Drew thought to himself, still puzzled that such a thing could be done so casually.

Humidity was all the pair felt from within Casey’s footwear, the stench of vinegar and cheese was overbearing, every breath was a chore as the huffed on the heavy air. She had dropped them in there with full knowledge of how insufferable it would be, the temperature was 30 degrees today and she’d been on her feet all day walking around the city with Ariel, not to mention she wore those shoes to most of her shifts. Pieces of off-white lint littered the sole, the size of soccer balls to the diminished men. A bold white line circled around them; fear entered their system as they quickly realised, they were standing atop her faded shoe size. Forget the rest of the cavernous boot, their lives couldn’t even amount to the size of the label that announced their prison’s magnitude. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” her thunderous voice echoed down into the muggy chamber as the floor gave way beneath them, they rolled down into the toe section. The stench became even more oppressive as the pair coughed and gagged on it, a glance around the dim atmosphere revealed the five deep imprints of the giantess’ toes, the insole’s material vanished the lower the indent went. A great fuzzy boulder cut off all light to the outside as she stuffed her sock into the boot effectively entombing them until further notice.

Drew had accepted his fate at Casey’s hands, but to see these titans carelessly play with the lives of others started a fire within him, “let them out of there,” he squeaked up to his tormentor with the hopes that it would reach her ears.

An astonished gasp escaped Ariel’s lips as Casey snickered at Drew’s sudden outburst, “what, are you jealous or something?” Before teasing him further, her foot engulfed his body as she smothered it against the bed sheet, free from her sock, the slick sweat coated his body and turned his dress into a disgusting dark shade of yellow, “and watch how you speak to me.” Right, what was he thinking.

“You want me to train it for you, my dad’s really good at disciplining them,” Ariel piped up.

Casey let out a low chuckle, “oh, don’t worry he’s already got daddy disciplining him,” she pushed her foot harder against the bed, her tongue gliding over her pink lips.

“Whatever,” Ariel uninterestedly watched on as she pulled her phone out, “you’re so weird.”

After a few more moments of grinding Drew under her foot, the wiry threads from her sock left a mark on his cheeks from being squished against the woven fabric, Casey looked back to her friend, “actually, why don’t I show you Prisoners now.”

Ariel frantically searched around her, “wait, which prisoners?”

“The movie dumbass,” Casey wrapped her fingers around Drew and motioned her friend out of her room towards their home cinema. As they made their way through the house, Ariel asked if the movie was a romcom only to be met by the blonde’s trademark sarcasm. “I gotta piss, take twink for a sec,” his form was tossed across a short distance, a silver chain trailed behind him until he was met by the slender hands of the brunette giantess.

Shuddering footsteps rocked the expensive paintings on the wall as Casey lumbered around the corner, his new captor sneered down upon him, not a hint of kindness adorned her face, instead she looked upon him like one would look upon a pile of trash. Quaking steps rocked his whole world as she sauntered into the home cinema, landing with a poof as the soft cushion of the recliner chair took in her body, she let Drew fall onto a plush footstool in front of her. “You may only call me Miss Ariel, okay?” placing her towering feet around him, they bordered his vision on both sides like lofty trees, their weight distorted the ground beneath him, she liked when servants used her name, it made her feel important. “Now lick,” wrinkled soles loomed over him as her command rolled past. Debris littered her sole, miniscule bits of dirt and detritus clung to her foot as she presented them to him. Oblivious to the time that passed, the giantess had become frustrated with his lack of instant obedience. Toes larger than his head settled around his neck, their warmth contrasting the chilly feeling of his collar, and a well-known feeling came over him as his feet lifted, sending him into a frenzied panic. “Don’t make me ask again,” cold hazel eyes locked on to him, her grip relaxed, and he had a moment to gather himself before her foot thudded down in front of him again. The cool sensation of a tiny tongue working its way between the wrinkles of her feet caused a pleased scrunch of her toes and a delighted sigh to radiate from her, she deserved this she thought to herself, why? Because she was Ariel Cooper of course.

Light shone through the sliding door as Casey came back from her toilet break. “Already got the little runt working hard I see,” her hulking form lowered next to her friends feet, Drew’s cheeks went flush as he could feel her hot breath running down his back, “and you keep trying to tell me you don’t like feet, huh.” He was beyond her childish mocking; this was a matter of not getting his head crushed by some spoiled brat. “You’re no fun,” rising back to her full height, she pinched him by the back of his shirt and fell into the recliner next to the brunette, much to the dismay of her massage. While scrolling through the multiple streaming services she dropped her toy between her thick thighs, having seen the movie before, she needed an extra form of entertainment. After denying Ariel the satisfaction of knowing the plot off the bat she shifted her focus to the squirming man below.

The movie had been playing for roughly 30 minutes, and during that time Casey hadn’t taken her eyes off Drew, entranced by the image of her thighs dwarfing his body. During this time, the tiny man took a moment to take in his surroundings, below him was plush black leather, to either side were lavender polyester pants that struggled to contain her quads, and the main attraction that his gaze had avoided, her crotch. Massive metal zipper teeth hidden away behind a flap secured by a golden button, the beast within expelled a warmth which encompassed him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, breaking him from his thoughts. He slowly tracked up her looming body to find the source, over her exposed abdomen and over the curvature of her breasts-

WHAM.

Crushing purple walls collapsed together robbing Drew of any oxygen he once held in his tiny lungs, the interwoven fabric of her pants imprinted itself on him, the individual details showing through the thin layer of his dress. Despite it feeling as if he was flattened for several minutes, it had only been a few seconds before the gigantic thighs parted. Collapsing onto the chair, he fell in a heap right at the base of her crotch, a force placed itself on the back of his head that pushed him against the balmy material, it continued to drag his limp form against the coarse fabric for a few metres until it let him fall back down onto his ass, a frustrated sigh hummed in the air above.

“You alright?” Ariel asked

“Oh. Uh, yeah.” Casey reacted in a flustered manner; her attention turned back to Drew. This time, their eyes met. Her lips pursed as she mouthed one word that instilled the fear of god in him. “Soon.”

Muted splashes of a shower and the dull vibrations to the bass of music were all a part of Drew’s morning routine as he watched Casey scramble around her room getting ready for work. He’d noticed she was a late riser, only giving herself 10 to 20 minutes of preparation time before sprinting out the door to her yelling mother, no wonder she had always been in such a shitty mood at work. So far, he had only experienced her routine a few times, yet it was almost a part of the day he looked forward to as he got to feel the tremors of music beneath his feet, as if he were at a festival again. It had been too long since he’d been to one.

Having spent most of his free time in a glass jar, he’d had a lot of time to reminisce. A particularly hilarious memory came to fruition, the first time he and Taylor had tried ecstasy, two years ago, only a few months after they had moved in together. Drew was slumped on the ground with his head hung low as he chuckled to himself, god he missed those days. She was probably freaking out about him, he promised he would text her once he was safe and never got the chance. There was a possibility he’d never see her again – what a depressing thought.

Steam billowed out of the bathroom as Casey exited humming an iconic tune, a towel wrapped around her body. Without thinking, he blurted out, “I saw them at Splendour once.” Truthfully it was a reaction to his desire for conversation, he’d never gone this long without properly talking to someone before.

“Hm?” her wet blonde hair was tied up in a towel as she looked over at him, his squeaky voice echoed through the neck of the glass jar amplifying it just enough for her to hear.

“Vampire Weekend,” Drew confirmed, he had no idea how she would react to his casual attempt at discourse.

She laughed with an almost impressed smirk on her face, “surprised you could afford to go to a festival,” she rummaged through her clothes looking for a clean shirt.

“I didn’t always used to be this small,” he grumbled.

“Right,” she tugged on her boots as she secured them to her feet, “look how far that got you.” Her words stung a little, she was right, his previous life didn’t exactly amount to much now. “Later,” the door slammed shut behind her.

Another day to himself, Drew lay down with his back to the cool floor of the jar, legs kicked up vertically against the crystal wall. Maybe he’d daydream about that past life, anything to break him from his bleak reality.

***

Dreamy words washed over Drew, they were barely tangible and bordered on the verge of non-existence.

“I know you’re probably too busy to call, but I just haven’t heard from you in a month, and I really wanted to hear your voice. Mum’s being, well, you know she can be, ha. I’ll see you soon, love you, bye.”

Beep.

Drew’s eyes fluttered open, surprisingly his vision was not interrupted by a wall of glass, had he been dreaming? That voice he just heard, it sounded like-

“Hey twink. Good nap?” Casey’s brassy voice boomed from above, her crossed over forearms rested on the desk before him, the table shook slightly as one of her fingers tapped the desk.

Immediately Drew noticed how different she looked. Her usual long, blonde, curly hair was now replaced by shoulder length, wavey, raven locks. Notably, her emerald eyes stood out even more now that they were crested by dark hair. 

“Your hair,” the tiny man bumbled, he was still slightly delirious from his afternoon nap.

“Aren’t you a gentleman,” Casey laughed as she flicked her hair in a playful manner, “I just got it done.” Drew was pleasantly surprised by her response; she must have been in a good mood, maybe their earlier conversation had paid off. “Either way I’m glad you’re finally awake, we gotta get to Lydia’s in like an hour.”

We? Before he had a chance to clarify her words, her consuming fingers gripped his chain and carried him over to her closet and lowered him to the floor, her towering boots stretched into view. With a discreet click, Casey attached his chain through one of the eyelets of her shoes, ensuring he’d have no chance of getting away. The carpet beneath his feet shook as she backed up.

“Why don’t you clean these while I get ready,” she thundered. Yeah, she was in a good mood. Why on Earth Casey wore these to work was beyond him, there was a thin layer of grease covering the black leather and scuff marks lining the thick tread. There was no way he’d even make a dent in the crud that coated her boot. Though as he had learned, if he didn’t try, he would be subjected to much worse. Her booming footsteps exited the room towards an en-suite, a mysterious costume he had yet to see in her hand. Drew recalled that she had dropped those poor people into these boots yesterday, she hadn’t worn them whilst they were still in there had she? With a pounding of the leather wall he called out to them. No response, his voice mustn’t have been loud enough to penetrate the solid material. 

Casey stared at her reflection in the mirror, admiring her recently done up hair, she’d always wanted to dye it black, much to the dismay of her mother. Susan wouldn’t be happy, yet that only raised the girls spirits, she had been listening to her drivel for too long. Traditional was a great way of describing her mum, what did she know about style these days? An opulent silky black garment lay before her, with golden jewellery and colourful gemstone-ridden accessories. The corner stone of the costume, however, was a detailed headpiece with a gold and blue king cobra standing proud in the centre. Her eyes sparkled with vanity, she was proud of the costume she’d put together for tonight, after hearing that Lydia was having an ‘around the world’ themed party for her 20th, she knew exactly what to do.

After sliding the sable garment over her body, she admired how it fit her figure. Often times it was easy to forget that clothes of this magnitude were made from many factory workers one-tenth of her size, the thought of them scrambling around to stitch together a dress that would seem almost tight around her hips and exposed chest pleased her soul. Makeup was the next priority; it would be easier to apply without accessories all over her wrists and face. Azure eye shadow was applied around her eye lids, and she wore a concentrated expression as she carefully sketched out the Eye of Horus in thick eyeliner. The final touch was a navy lipstick that matched her eye shadow, with a pop of her lips, she was done. Following her routine, she slipped her accessories on, bracelets that twinkled with expensive gems and a golden waistband that accentuated her hourglass figure. Lastly were the earrings Ariel had given her, however, they needed an extra step of preparation.

Two tiny men sprawled out of the small container as Casey emptied it on the counter, the light above was blocked out by her head, giving her face an almost angelic halo around it. “Hey bugs,” her voice was veritable thunder to the pair, they were strangers yet clung to each other like lovers as they craned their neck to take in her form. Her giant hand lowered towards them, creating a heavy gush of wind as it sliced through the air. Two simple latched doors that led to massive birdcages were placed before them, her body assumed its upright position, arms crossed under her bust, and with her wide hips cocked to the side she boomed, “get in.”

“We’re so fucked,” one of them muttered as they walked towards their new cages. After heaving open the golden gates, they watched as the mighty pads of her fingers slammed them shut. Their environment suddenly lurched upwards as Casey pinched up the earrings with their new inhabitants, one in each hand. They clasped the bars of their prison as the Egyptian makeup covered face of their giant captor provided them with a stunning vista, lips the size of their house opened to speak.

“Since you’re so close to my ears, I better not hear a single annoying squeak tonight,” her hot breath blasted past them, their knuckles whitening as they held strong against the oppressive volume of her voice. Casey’s pearly white teeth contrasted greatly with her dark lipstick as she brought the two earrings closer to her mouth. “Understand?” One of the men flew back from the sheer force of her words, collapsing against the bars of his prison on the opposite side. Great, green eyeballs replaced her lips as she raised them up, watching as they quivered in fear and nodded their little heads in affirmation. A quiet snort escaped her nose – how pathetic. Reaching to her earlobes, she clipped them on. Their cages swung wildly as she brushed her hair behind her ears, the earrings were now on full display with their tiny residents trembling in fear.

There were still two tasks left to finish off her costume. Firstly, Casey donned the headpiece, lowering it gently onto her hair. With a tilt of her head and a pompous smirk she continued. The last item to complete her costume were dark gladiator sandals, they added an extra foot and a half of height to her already massive frame. As she looked upon herself in the mirror, the raven-haired giant had to admit. She looked pretty damn good.

45 minutes had elapsed since Casey disappeared into the bathroom and Drew had spent the whole time getting used to the bitter flavour of old grease. He assumed she didn’t expect him to actually clean the whole thing, so he’d used his tongue sparingly, yet it was still enough to imprint a disgusting taste. Distant thuds broke his focus from the task at hand, as he looked towards the door to her en-suite, the door swung open to reveal Casey dressed as a lavish Egyptian goddess, her eyes were already focused on his position. The tiny man’s jaw dropped, he’d only seen her in work or casual clothes, but to see her decorated in such extravagant fashion, well, it would be a lie to say there was not a slight stir in his pants. Even after everything she’d put him through, his body still chose to betray him.  

A large black heel stepped out of the bathroom, landing with a resounding thoom that echoed across the room, the hem of her dress swayed hypnotizingly as she strutted towards him, each step rocked the ground below him. It occurred to Drew that he hadn’t seen Casey from such a low perspective since he was first caught by her, instead of having to process her torso alone, his eyes had to linger across her towering figure. She was a living, breathing skyscraper. With each thunderous stomp closer, he found himself backed up against her boot, even her immense boot jostled slightly with each stomp, his neck twinged from craning it back so far.

“Why hello mortal,” Casey played up the role with a wavey gesture of her hands. Midnight toenails fidgeted atop enormous toes as she stepped in front of him with an all-encompassing boom that caused dust particles to poof out from around her heel. “How do I look?” one hand rested on her hip as the other motioned down her body. Drew was at a loss for words. “What?” Her towering body leaned down to unclip him from her boot as she raised him to her face. His eyes darted to her earrings, the tiny men from yesterday looked at him with wide eyes as they gripped the bars of their cage. “Cat got your tongue?”

Drew had well and truly pitched a tent in his pants at this point, how could he not? From her exposed chest to her sultry words, the constant reminder that he was literally chained by the neck did little to ease his lust for this giant. A black pupil in a sea of green lowered itself to his tiny, but protruding bulge.

“I’ll take that as a positive.” Casey moved towards her desk. “There’s still one missing piece though.” Drew fell in a heap on her desk, his trailing chain landing on his back. Beside him lay a small bright red robe and the golden necklace he had seen yesterday. By now, it was pretty clear where this was going. “You’re gonna be my little ruby tonight,” her fingernail bopped him lightly on the nose, still enough to roll his head back somewhat, “so, hop in your robe and cuff yourself up,” her cheery voice opposed her choice of words.

As Drew slid his dress over his head, he caught a whiff of the disgusting stench that attached itself to the fabric, the thought of a shower had barely crossed his mind since his capture. Once he had taken off his collar and put the robe on, he lay down with his arms to the side as Casey’s giant fingers clipped his wrists into the cuffs, what was the point in resisting anymore. The cuffs pulled his body upwards, his legs dangling from their crucified position as he faced her impressive body. Milky white tits stretched out the black fabric around her chest, an impressive canyon of cleavage awaited him below. His body was slowly lowered into the valley below as she affixed her necklace. Soft, plush flesh ate at his legs as he sunk into them, his lower body completely consumed by the ravenous cleft of her chest.

“You look comfortable,” her voice reverberated through his whole body, the power pulsated through the wall of her chest into him. To either side were the rolling ivory hills of her breasts, they were bigger than his old room. The scent of fruity lotion clung to her smooth skin, greatly differing from the foot odour he’d gotten used to. Dull, resounding thumps could be heard and felt every few seconds as Casey’s heart pumped blood through her mighty body, it didn’t feel like the heartbeat of an average person. No, it was slow and resonant, like one would expect from a great beast.

Drew was not prepared for her first calamitous step. The two giant globes were pulled downwards, carrying his body with them. At the apex of the movement, they abruptly heaved upwards as her foot touched down causing the tiny man to be thrown around violently by the slight jiggle of her gigantic boobs. Each step repeated this intense feeling, her cleavage refused to let him go as it tugged on his body, stretching him from his bound wrists.

Casey’s full-length mirror boasted the impressive view of her figure, garbed head to toe in expensive accessories and a killer form-fitting dress, it wouldn’t take much to convince herself she really was a goddess. The prized possession though, was the tiny form of Drew tucked away between her enormous boobs, she had the idea of doing this to someone for as long as she can remember and now that she had her own toy and an excuse to do it in public, it was hard to resist. Realising what his position meant, his face went beet red, he would be paraded around to a bunch of spoiled young adults.

“Mm, yeah. Keep blushing, it suits your outfit,” her pointer finger circled around his head, pushing him slightly deeper into her cleavage, he could feel her sharp nail scratch his head. A bulge in the side of her cheek formed as she pushed it with her tongue. She was really making him feel like a pet now. Despite his inner thoughts demanding otherwise, one particular idea kept nagging away, maybe being her pet wouldn’t be so bad. Casey’s body was intoxicating.

The nauseating motion of her movement came back into effect as she left her room. Seeing the world from such a vantage point was odd for Drew, he almost felt tall again. Casey lumbered through her home, stopping at the fridge to grab a six pack of hard seltzers. An alert flashed on her phone screen, notifying her that the Uber was three minutes away. After cracking open one of the cans and swigging it as fast as she could, she head outside.

Ubers used to be driven by actual people many years ago, but now since the poor couldn’t afford cars, they had been redesigned as self-driveable taxis for the rich, a pleasant compromise. It still worked the same, just now there was no sitting in awkward silence.

“I hope you’re as excited as I am,” Casey vibrated around him, Drew couldn’t turn around to see her face, but he assumed she was looking down at him. Unfortunately, his wrists were starting to hurt too. A few moments of silence passed while she checked her phone, until she piped back up again, “so who else did you see at Splendour?”

Drew was taken aback, “oh, well there was like Kendrick and Lorde,” he mumbled, it was hard to believe they were engaging in actual conversation, considering he was hanging in her cleavage from a necklace, there was comedic value to be found. “They were probably the biggest ones I saw.”

“Kendrick’s alright,” she put her phone away, “Jungle Giants were there too, weren’t they?”

“Um, I think so.”

“Yeah, they’re cool, I was too young to go to that one.” Right, of course she was, that festival had been two years ago, and she was only 19. Drew was at a crossroad, the whole time he’d been with Casey she had drilled into him they were not equal, and so it felt almost wrong to be talking to her in such a casual way.

Yet, she continued on, questioning him about certain artists and what songs they played. As the Uber hurtled towards their destination, he soon realised that she had an almost bored tone to her voice, clearly just trying to pass the time. What did he care, it was truly wonderful to have back and forth with another person again.

The pulsating bass of music had overtaken the thump of Casey’s heart as the bustling interior of a luxurious mansion overwhelmed Drew’s senses. Nothing could prepare him for the amount of giants that rumbled the earth around him. It was considered a rare sight to see someone in the sixth or seventh bracket around the parts he lived, but to see so many gathered together at once was a mind-bending experience.

Casey strutted her way past group after group, trying her best to find her friends. Drew’s eyes madly darted around, struggling to take in his gigantic surroundings. Dozens of giants stood around, laughing, and conversing with each other, their voices a thunderous cacophony of sound that melded with booming songs playing over the speakers. They were all clad in a mash of different costumes, a French maid, a leprechaun, and a kimono just to name a few. As they made their way past the crowds, he had garnered a few stares, one particular giant dressed as an Italian mobster gave him an almost envious glare. There was no escaping this hellish public exhibition.

“Hey biiitch,” Ariel’s shrieking voice cut through the noise. All of a sudden, a massive denim wall smashed into him as she embraced her friend. “Why weren’t you at pres?” her muffled words rumbled through the denim, which he now presumed to be her chest, the crushing mass pressed him even tighter against Casey’s breasts.

Finally, he was released, revealing Ariel dressed in a skimpy cowgirl outfit. “Ugh, I had work until late. I barely had enough time to get ready,” Casey complained.

“You look fucking hot so who cares,” her words slurred slightly, Ariel was clearly already drunk. “No way.” Her face was basically shoved into Casey’s cleavage as she inspected Drew’s cuffed form. Trunk-like fingers pushed his face around as she ogled, her warm alcohol laced breath washed over him.

“Yup, he looks good, doesn’t he?” conceit dripped from her tone, “oh, and look.” Casey cupped her hands around her ears to show off the little prisoners trapped in the golden earrings.

“So cute,” the brunette’s eyes were glazed over in admiration as she stumbled back. Must be a lightweight Drew thought to himself, it couldn’t have been later than half past six and she was already hammered.

“Where’s Lydia?” Casey’s voice rumbled over the sound of booming music as she stabilised her friend.

Casey had grown up in the sixth bracket and completed most of her schooling being friends with those of similar size, yet the last two census’ had left her family in the fifth bracket briefly. Her father’s business suffered from an unfortunate transaction. Fortunately, he had managed to get his family back to their former glory on his current trip. Since Casey had only been back in the sixth bracket for a little less than a week now, she was still getting used to seeing her old friends from months ago. Too embarrassed to show face, she’d become a bit of a shut in during that time, coming up with some awful excuse as to why she couldn’t socialise. So, it was fulfilling to be back in her element.

Before Ariel had a chance to answer, Casey spotted Lydia’s extravagantly done up platinum blonde hair nestled in a small group. Truth be told, she wasn’t the biggest fan of the party host, like most people in the sixth bracket who were obnoxious and arrogant, Lydia was particularly so. Not that Casey didn’t also share in some of these traits but to meet others like that, it just rubbed her the wrong way. Yet, since most of the people here had rich parents that knew each other she had to keep their relationships positive.

“Lydia! Hi!” Casey shouted above the music once more, disingenuous glee riddled throughout her words. Catching the sight of her laughing way too hard at some guys lame joke already put a bad taste in her mouth.

“Oh my God, Casey!” Lydia turned from the group to hug her friend, “long time no see, and wow, you almost look as good as me.” A gross laugh escaped her lips at the expense of her banter.

“Yeah, ha,” she gave a blunt chuckle in response, her eyes quickly scanned her up and down. “thanks for the invite.” There was only so much politeness she could feint before turning on her heels to find Ariel again, leaving Lydia’s half-hearted gratitude in the dust.

Lydia obviously had a foul personality, and Drew could clearly feel Casey’s disinterest in continuing the conversation. After having gotten used to the overbearing sounds of the party, he started to find it rather interesting watching his captor interact with others as she exchanged pleasantries with her fellow giants. He had only ever known her as a towering menace, but here she was facing relatable human issues, most of the people here seemed insufferable. Thinking on it more, he had grown up being told those in the upper brackets were almighty divine beings who lived perfect lives. What a load of shit that was, they still acted the exact same petty way as everyone else.

Ariel was one of the few friends of Casey’s that she actually enjoyed being around, she was filthy rich, and it showed, yet she was dumb enough to where it never felt like she’d uttered a condescending word in her life. Cracking open another seltzer she scanned her way through the crowds until she stumbled upon the brunette ditz flirting with some buff dude dressed in an Oktoberfest costume. With a roll of her eyes she made her way over to observe Ariel’s incessant drunken seduction.

The party raged on. Drew had lost track of time completely, and his wrists ached from the constant movement of Casey’s gigantic chest. He’d had drinks spilled over him and countless degrading comments from partygoers about his worth as jewellery. The two men trapped in her earrings had received the worst of it, as every time they were flaunted, they were met with massive fingers jabbing at their cage, sending their world into a blur of motion. As the night moved on, Drew noticed the raven-haired giant became progressively intoxicated, from her lethargic movements to her lack of control on the English language, his ride had become far bumpier compared to their arrival.

Eventually, Casey and Ariel found themselves lounged beside each other on a leather couch, opposite a couple messily making out. The brunette closed her eyes as she leant back on the headrest, the alcohol finally caught up with her. “How’s your dad?” she muttered out, barely loud enough to be heard over the music.

Casey’s eyes drooped as she was reminded of his absence. “He’s busy.” 

“Oh…” even she could tell that she didn’t want to talk about it. “I got Dylan’s number, we’re gonna get lunch tomorrow.”

“Good for you.” During the party, Casey had become increasingly frustrated by the constant flirting she and her friend had received. While Ariel lapped it up, it only served to irritate her. The cocky bravado the guys put on was a constant annoyance that she had forgotten about. All these guys wanted was to get their forceful hands on her, it was revolting. At least there were some positives to not mingling with her social circle for six months.

Mixed emotions swirled around inside Casey’s mind, the sadness of her father’s absence and the frustration she felt towards the multitude of guys hitting on her. Combined with the alcohol coursing through her blood, it could lead anyone to do something that had only ever existed as a thought in their sober mind. There was another feeling that ate away at her, one that had been growing ever since she found Drew sneaking around her house. “I gotta go to the toilet.”

Ariel drunkenly waved her friend off down the hall as her eyes fluttered shut, she just needed a moment to recover.

Casey had been to Lydia’s many months ago, so she vaguely remembered the layout of the house. Her first order of business was to dodge past the bathroom and enter one of the many guest rooms that lined the hallway. The thumping bass of the music began to soften until it felt like a dull heartbeat in the background as she made her way down the corridor. Tapping on the slumped head of the little man cuffed to her necklace, she said, “hey, you awake?”

The tiny man winced as his raw wrists were briefly tugged against his cuffs, blackness surrounded him as they entered the unlit room. “Yeah,” he managed to weakly squeeze out, the constant battering from her breasts had taken it out of him, not that he’d managed to get a wink of sleep thanks to the deafening sounds of 2000s chart music.

Drew’s legs began to lift from Casey’s cleavage as she undid her necklace and held him in front of her face. The shadowy visage of his owner filled the space opposite him, he noticed her dark eyelids hung lower than usual over her glazed eyes. A short giggle escaped her curled lips, “good,” she purred. What the hell was going on?

Before he had a chance to decipher her unusual facial expression he was unclipped from the necklace and sent soaring across what felt like the length of a football field until he landed with a dull thump on a vast linen bed sheet. Darkness was illuminated by a lamp on a side table, the warm yellow glow cascaded itself across Casey’s face, illustrating her figure from a downwards angle. The springs of the mattress groaned as her knees touched down on the edge of the bed, it was no easy feat for human engineering to invent a mattress capable of holding a 24-foot girl. Her palms crashed down several metres away on either side of Drew, two thuds could be heard from beneath the bed as she kicked her heels off. Mighty tits swung above him, their size enlarged as gravity took hold of them, the soft jangle of her jewellery tinkled about as she adjusted herself. Her enormous body stretched far above him, taking up most of the sky above.

“You’ve been such a good little pet all week,” her sultry words rolled off her tongue, spaced well enough that they didn’t seem obnoxiously drunken. Casey lowered herself down to face Drew, her dress covered breasts pressed down before his feet, their bulbous size spread out against the bed sheet. Incredibly detailed shadows crawled across her face, the way the light hit her golden headpiece and the sides of her face made it seem as if she were a giant chiselled marble statue. Yet, this was no statue, the hot exhale that was expelled from her nose warned him of this.

“Casey what-“ Drew raised his hands in surrender, completely unsure of the looming giant’s intentions.

“Nuh uh.” A large finger gently rested on his chest, slowly dragging its way down his body until it rested right over his crotch. He managed to hold back a quiet whimper. Fear or lust? It was impossible to tell what he felt in that current moment. “Not Casey. Daddy.”

Just before he could beg her to stop, the heavy, firm mass that hovered over his dick began to move in a gradual circle. Drew looked upon her face with fear as his feeble hands tried to resist against her fleshy digit, a power-hungry look glistened across her eyes.

“I like when you squirm twink.” Effort was required to hold back a gag as the sickly scent of sweet alcohol washed over him. Her finger quickened it’s encircling pace, the previously held back whimper finally broke free from his lips as he wrapped his hands around her manicured fingernail. Ecstasy was all that consumed him, never in Drew’s life had he experienced such intense pleasure so suddenly. The prisoner predicament left his mind, he wanted more of this, he needed more of this. Once his inhibitions had been left behind, he rolled his head back against the soft bed sheet, he hoped this feeling would last forever.

Casey’s finger abruptly stopped its movement and pressed down into his hips. “Wha- please,” he whined, his hands scrambled to move her finger to continue touching himself, but it was to no avail. If his past self could see his desperate struggles in this moment, he would be shaking his head in disapproval.

“Please who?” her cheeks pulled at the edges of her smirk.

How far had Drew fallen in less than a week. Since arriving at the Pierce estate many days ago, he’d been subjected to countless demeaning tasks that he never would have dreamed of in his past life. Yet as he lay under the oppressive finger of Casey, he genuinely debated casting aside his dignity for a night of pleasure. His dick made up his mind for him, he was going to do it, what did he have to lose? It’s not like he was ever escaping. “Please, daddy.”

A thunderous hum rang around Drew’s head, his obedience spurred Casey on. Her finger launched into motion again, playing with his little rod. Bliss enveloped him once again, the moments she made him wait only built up his desire. Right when he thought he was close to climax, she stopped and dragged his robe over his head with the tip of her finger so that his view was completely obstructed. Without warning the sheet beneath him began to deform violently, an unknown mass that could only be assumed as Casey moved about. Massive volumes of air were displaced as she rested her form closer, a subtle musky scent began to wash over him.

Drew hastily removed the fabric that covered his face, his lust still burned bright. Casey was no longer in front of him, instead she now sat with the headboard behind her. Kindling was added to his blazing desire as he gazed upon the colossal form of the raven-haired giant. Supple calves were buried under her fleshy thighs as she rested her knees on either side of him. The dim lamp only served to illuminate one side of her body, long golden shadows were cast upon her looming magnificent torso giving her an almost godly glow. She idly played with the hem of her elegant dress, the black hole between her legs emanated an alluring warmth.  

“If you want the rest, you gotta earn it,” Casey leant back against the headboard, her legs now loomed over him like great arches, the adjustment of such a large mass caused him to lose balance. A few rays of light seeped past her thighs and revealed the satin navy panties she wore under her dress, an array of fingers gently brushed over her crotch.  Drew was practically drooling at the sight in front of him. The globular mounds of her ass that led into thick milky thighs portrayed a towering goddess of sex, sported in the centre was a now damp crotch that called out to him. He answered the siren’s song by falling to his hands and knees and begun crawling towards her, utterly brainwashed by thirst for her.

Casey briefly lifted herself off the bed to remove her panties, gliding them over her long legs until they pooled around her ankles. The tiny man watched in awe as the expansive piece of fabric soared overheard, a howling woosh left in its wake. Watching the diminished Drew crawl towards her awaiting sex fuelled her drive, this was what she wanted. Not some man who would bend her to his whims, but a mite under her spell, willing to do anything she desired. She lowered two fingers to hook themselves behind his head, her patience had run out. A small yelp escaped his lips as she dragged his body towards her, her other hand spread open the lips of her pussy.

“Eat it,” was all she boomed as Drew’s face was mashed into her clit. Despite his resistance, it was futile against her forceful digits as they rolled his face around her wet lips. A thick coat of her juices encompassed his body as her fingers felt him up and down, his feet sunk deeper into her with every thrust of her hand. If this was what he needed to do in order to return to that hedonistic paradise, he was all in. Casey bellowed forth a low guttural moan that reverberated throughout her body as she felt the frantic squirming of her toy.

What felt like gallons of liquid seeped into his mouth as he let his tongue run raw across her flesh. The powerful fingers that manipulated him raised off his back and brought his chin to rest against recently trimmed pubes. Her dress had been hauled up around her waist and the fabric that held her breasts had been pulled down to reveal her glorious tits. Drew’s eyes lingered up her body, over her hill-like breasts laid an expectant look. He knew what to do.

Lowering himself down to face the labia that were taller than he was, he began to move his tongue in a circular motion over her clit, earning a shudder of pleasure from the giant. He knew how to eat someone out, even if it was incredibly challenging with someone many, many times his size. This continued on for some time, until Drew’s tongue became dry from effort and Casey’s moans began to lessen in intensity.

“Ugh. I’m too drunk to cum,” her head rolled back as her chest heaved in and out, a bead of sweat rolled down her brow.

Drew raised his head from his monotonous task, male urges continued to burn bright within him, “can you still. You know.”

“Mmm, well you have been a good little pet. Haven’t you?” Coherence returned to her words as they rumbled down her body from a dim silhouette. While she may not have been able to climax, there was still fun to be had with her boy toy. Slender fingers wrapped themselves around Drew as he was placed onto her firm abdomen. “You really like it when I play with you huh?” Her large finger flicked him onto his back and placed itself over his naked crotch, beginning its sensual rubbing. “You know, when I first found you sneaking around my house, I was pissed off,” pleasure began to enter the tiny man’s brain as her rumbling words all but entered his mind. “But I realised. Why should I care? It’s not like you’re really capable of much harm,” ecstasy built within his loins, his mouth gaped open, and his eyes squeezed shut. “I’ve decided I’m gonna keep using you however  and whenever I want,” her pace quickened causing his small facial features to scrunch up in pleasure. “You’re okay with that right?”

“Nnghh.”

A smirk crossed her lips. “What was that?” The pressing digit stopped in motion.

“Y-yes,” Drew panted, her words didn’t register in his brain, his animalistic instincts were in overdrive.

“Yes?” The dimples lining her cheek sunk deeper as her grin widened, he was at his breaking point.

Without hesitation this time and with a kiss to the tip of her fingernail he uttered, “yes daddy.”

“Mmm, you’re the perfect little twink for daddy Casey, aren’t you?” the large warmth over his dick resumed its stimulation, he was so close to release. She continued to watch his writing body in fascination, surprised at how quickly he had succumbed to her whims. God men are too easy she thought to herself, it didn’t matter what she said to them.

Drew’s hands pinched the warm skin beneath him as he ejaculated into her fingertip, that had to have been the most amazing sexual experience he had ever encountered. As he watched the large finger lift away, an imperceptible string of cum attached to it, post nut clarity began to hit him. What had he just agreed to? Horror flashed across his face, he was too caught up in the pursuit of pleasure and had barely listened to a word she said. Casey’s tongue raked along her finger, devouring the pathetic squirt he had produced, her eyebrows sensually raised as her dazzling green eyes made contact with his. Gazing upon her gigantic dimly lit face, he couldn’t help but think that he’d just made a deal with the devil.

“Thanks, have a good night.”

Taylor’s head hung lower than usual as she grabbed her groceries off the counter, it had been two weeks now since she’d said goodbye to Drew. Two whole weeks and not a single word from him. Initially, she had taken her anger out on Val, she was the one who had suggested the plan in the first place, sending a tiny man into a sadistic giant’s home, what did she expect would happen. Val had done her best to calm her temper, there might have been a variety of reasons as to why he couldn’t contact her, whether it was due to the interrupted reception of the vastly different sizes in districts or simply the fact that his phone may have been lost and he was preoccupied. They were weak reasons, but it would do for now, at the very least, it was enough for Taylor to convince herself that he was alive. If it turned out her boss was wrong though, well then, she would let her have it.

Returning to the apartment was a gloomy task, the constant reminder of Drew’s absence did little to help her melancholy mood. Taylor kept her eyes trained on the ground as she exited the supermarket, a crack of thunder and the patter of rain indicated the beginning of a classic Australian summer storm. After pulling her hoodie up, she let her mind rest for a minute, enjoying the feeling of rain against her tired shoulders, she’d spent a lot of time in the gym recently trying to null her heightened emotions.

A scuffle of movement in a tight alleyway caught her eyes, probably a rat or something. Curiosity lingered within her as she passed, tilting her head to the side to catch a glimpse. What she expected to be some harmless animal escaping the rain turned out to be a violent mugging. As violent as a six-inch woman could be. In the past Taylor may have continued on with her evening, thinking it had nothing to do with her, but thanks to the circumstances with Drew she had a newfound desire in helping those less fortunate than herself.

Austin watched as a grubby foot as long as he crammed itself over his body, the hollow eyes of his tormentor watched on in glee. For a sub, this was a regular occurrence, they were the bottom of the food chain and for those in the bottom two brackets, easy targets to relieve their frustrations. This particular abuse wouldn’t last long, it never did. Just long enough for them to feel like they hadn’t hit rock bottom. 

Battling against the hefty foot that weighed on him, he pleaded in exasperation. “Get off me-“ His words were cut short by the unexpected spray of water that landed over his captor and himself. A thunderous thoom was accompanied by the splash. Oh no, this could get even worse than a six-incher’s torment.

Still plastered underfoot, he craned his neck to the side only to see a gigantic pair of white converse standing in a shallow puddle, their soles easily stood over twice his height. Even though they were several metres away, their size utterly towered over both he and his captor, from his position he couldn’t see much further up her leg past her calves, they seemed oddly muscular.

“Get away from them,” a low, booming voice commanded from above, echoing above the deafening crashes of pouring rain. The foot that rested on top of him slowly eased off, his tormenter was shaking as she stared upon his mighty saviour, folds on her neck appeared as she gazed into the heavens. Rumbling quakes accompanied by splashing water echoed around as the titan tapped her foot. Without another second to waste, the six-inch woman ran off into the alley, leaving Austin drenched and alone with the intruding giant.

From his laid down position Austin watched as one of the gigantic sneakers lifted into the air, the cream treads showed a criss-cross pattern across the sky as it landed with a resounding quake beside him. He slowly stood up to the titan who had their feet on either side of him, towering above him were the toes of her shoe, even if he could dunk there was no way he’d be able to reach the top of them. Bulging, burly quads with dark turquoise gym leggings sculpted around them blocked out much of his view of the giant’s upper body. The fabric around her firm ass stretched across her cheeks revealing the subtle ridges of a sweat soaked thong underneath as she lowered herself into a squat before him, those small details were so easily seen through the sheer scale of the woman that loomed over his frame.

A large, powerful hand lowered itself, he could hear it cut through massive volumes of air as she placed it in front of his feet, the thickness of her palm was the same height as him. Austin’s heart pounded against his chest as he was met with a simple implied question. What was the better choice, a definite life of turmoil and grief scrounging around garbage or a potential brighter future with someone who could provide for him, though it was known amongst subs that being taken in by a giant would strip them of their freedom. Yet, even that was seen as preferable compared to the constant chaos of living on the streets.

Austin made the choice to place his life in the palm of the seemingly noble giant, figuring since he hadn’t eaten in two days, this could be a great opportunity. The long creases that ran across her hand served as small ditches that had hardened skin on the edges, especially so around the base of her fingers. Enormous callouses that lay on a palm the size of his childhood room only amplified his view of the strength of this being, one who could raise mountains from his scale. A baggy hoodie filled his view as his surroundings rushed past while her hand lurched upwards, the g-force pushed him down against his back, those muscular legs tensing to lift her weight.

Brilliant blue eyes stared into his as he came face to face with the giant woman, lengthy brunette bangs hung around the edges of her palm, he was held close to her for ease of examination. The warmth emanated from her body gave him a cosy feeling amongst the cold and depressing climate. Feelings of awe overcame him; he’d never been so close to someone so huge before. Luscious pink lips unleased her hot breath as she began to speak.

“You’re alright,” the deep, rich tones of her voice rumbled through the warm skin of her palm to his core, “I’m Taylor by the way.”

***

The week following Lydia’s party had been no less eventful than the first week Drew had spent with Casey. He’d learned a few things about his captor. Firstly, she had extreme distaste for her mother, though he had picked up on it from their numerous yelling matches, it had increased in intensity over the past week. Perhaps linked to the first point, the absence of her father seemed to weigh on her greatly, he recalled a night where she had thrown an oversized sweatshirt over his glass home to block out what he believed to be the muffled sounds of crying. Even after everything she’d put him through, it was almost enough to make him feel for her. Speaking of which, the door to her bedroom swung open to reveal her after work form. One factor he had to thank her wealth for, was the constant air conditioning that ran through the house, humid summer in Australia was no joke and the unbuttoned manager shirt she wore revealed that through her glistening stomach.

“Another shitty fucking day,” Casey mumbled to herself as she threw her belongings onto the bed, the excessive swearing more than drove home her mood. “Thank god the storm stopped before I left work,” she continued to mumble. Next, her boots came flying off, shortly followed by her long pants. Light clinks rang around Drew as her footsteps rattled the jar against the wooden tabletop. “At least I have you my little twink,” she said in a sing-song voice, her knuckles gently rapped on the desk before she tipped him out of his prison. “Hungry?” she held a singular fry between her fingers, most likely cold by now.

“Yes, please daddy,” he shouted, not to be fooled by her superficial mood, this had become part of their daily routine, each time she would return from work with his food for the day they would do this song and dance. His payment required two items. The first item was his humiliating begging.

“Well then, you know what to do.”

Wide womanly hips began to turn until the bulbous mounds of her thick ass presented itself to Drew, the top half was uncovered as she pulled her shirt off. The hot stench that had basked for an entire day between her cheeks was freed from the confines of the deep canyon as her fingers sunk into her supple flesh to part them. A sweat soaked black thong was hidden away between the musky hills, barely covering the wrinkles of her asshole that lurked even further. With a resounding thump, the behemoth ass slammed down in front of him, groaning wooden creaks sounded about as the desk struggled under her immense weight. The fact she had called this mighty structure he stood on, “cheap furniture”, started to make sense when he thought about it from her perspective.

He took a step towards the looming beast as he watched the faint creases of cellulite form as the fat of her butt compressed against itself. Placing his hands upon the bulging flesh, he noticed that even after applying an amount of effort, it barely budged. The way her hands had groped it earlier had given a false label on how plush the skin actually was, it was still backed by hundreds of kilograms.

The second item was an ass kissing.

Drew leaned into the ass and placed his lips upon the warm flesh, she expected him to give several pecks before he could give up. Recalling the events of when Casey had first pulled this stunt ran through his mind. After he had initially refused, she placed her ass over him, with his body snug between her cheeks and sat there for an hour on her phone while he huffed on the pungent odour of her asshole. That was far more than enough to convince him not to refuse again.

“Go on. I’ve had a long day, gimme a big smooch.” Casey’s overbearing finger positioned itself behind his skull as it drove his face deep into the flesh of her right ass cheek. Drew was met with a consuming wall of meat that ate up any action tried against it; his struggles were ineffective against the giant’s rear. The weight of her butt against the force of her finger felt like it was enough to crush his head. Thankfully, he was released before he would find out. “Man, I don’t think that’ll ever get old,” she said as she fell away from the desk into her chair, dropping the limp chip in front of his crumpled form.

Was Casey’s constant abuse pleasant? Not particularly, but Drew would be lying if he didn’t found a smidgen of enjoyment in it. Especially after Lydia’s party, he had seen her in a new light after her incredible finger job, it was important to see the silver linings in certain situations. He knelt before the soggy chip and tore into it; the unforgettable salty twang of fries touched his tastebuds. There was a part of him that deeply yearned for another chance under her touch, yet her mind was elsewhere recently and only offered the same initial playful torturous attitude he had known her for.

“Why did I choose such a shitty business degree,” Casey whispered as her arm soared overhead to pick up a laptop and some notebooks. “Did you go to uni?” Drew broke from his ravaged feast, realising she was asking him a question, “you know, since you didn’t used to be so small.”

“Oh, uh. Yeah, I have a degree in economics.” Having regular conversations with Casey were far and few between and always caught him off guard.

The giantess’ mouth dropped slightly at his response. “Waaait, you have a degree? How old are you?”

It never occurred to Drew that she wasn’t aware of his age, after all he had been painfully aware of it the entire time he worked under her. “I’m 25.”

Casey’s mouth dropped even further before erupting into raucous laughter. Her hand slammed down beside him as she doubled over. Drew’s face burned bright red as her demeaning cackle echoed above.

“Dude, you’re like actually old.” Her words stung a little, was 25 really that old to a young adult?

Getting to his feet he shouted in defiance, “no I’m not!” However he was largely ignored by the towering giant as her laughter drowned out his diminutive squeaky voice.

“You’d think your balls would’ve dropped by now,” the baritone quality of her voice only heightened the insult. Casey wiped a joyous tear from her eye as her amusement died down, “it honestly makes it even funnier that you’re so much older and you still call me daddy.”

“Only because you force me to.” Drew crossed his arms and turned away to hide his flushed face, he’d never been so humiliated by his age.

The tug of his collar reminded him of its existence, embarrassingly, he had grown used to it. “Nah, you love it.” Drew’s body was spun around to meet Casey’s finger against his crotch, how dare she use his hormones against him. “I wish we had time to play little guy, but I need to finish this assignment.”

Drew’s feet left the surface of the desk as he was lowered to the carpeted floor underneath the table. The familiar stench of sweaty feet began to heat the atmosphere as Casey’s enormous form boxed him in. Her torso disappeared above the wooden ceiling as she pushed her chair in, bringing her gigantic feet closer to him. With a dull thud they landed, the carpet was devoured beneath her toes as she scrunched them. The massive feet rose into the sky as they hunted for his body, the tiny man accepted his fate as her toes wrapped themselves around his head, sealing his nose against her balmy toe cleavage.

“You might earn yourself a prize if you work hard enough,” her muffled words rumbled from far, far above. That was more than enough incentive for Drew to drag his tongue across the smooth surface of her skin, visible bits of sweat soaked lint were pulled into his mouth. It was impossible to rid his mind of the nauseating stench that coated the inside of his nostrils as the meaty ball of her foot rested over his body. Tending to Casey’s feet was an unpleasant task, however her promise of a prize drove him forward, if he was lucky, it could mean a shower, or more food. Maybe something similar to what happened last week, the very thought of it caused him to stir.  

Casey absentmindedly toyed with Drew’s body as she chewed the end of a pen, her eyes scanning over a task sheet for an assignment she had yet to start. She had spent too many days unfocused because of the tiny man that was rolling beneath her foot. Truthfully, her mind was ablaze with thoughts and emotions and Drew had been the only thing that gave her a semblance of control, it’s not like she was thankful to the little guy, more just happy he had foolishly fallen into her clutches.  A knock on the door broke her glazed trance.

“What?” She called out.

Susan leant against the door frame, dressed in businesswoman attire, a dejected look on her face. Casey forgot about what she was doing as the sudden arrival of her mother’s gloomy mood filled the room.

“Michael,” the mature woman’s words sounded as if they held back tears, “your father.” Casey stood from her desk as she approached Susan, her lips quivered as she internally begged for her next words to be anything but what she thought they would be. Her father’s absence had been prolonged, sure, but he was just busy with work. “He’s been reported missing.”

“What?”

“Two weeks ago, I didn’t know how to tell you.” Susan attempted to caress her daughters shoulder

“It’s been two fucking weeks?” Panic riddled throughout Casey’s voice as she aggressively removed her mother’s hand. “Where is he?”

“He’s missing hun. They think he was abducted before his flight home; they found his hotel room empty.” Silence filled the air around the two women as they processed the words that had left Susan’s mouth.

“They? Who-“ Casey covered her mouth as tears began to blur her vision, “why didn’t you-“ in that moment she found it impossible to construct a sentence. The last person she wanted to cry with was her mum. After impatiently nudging her out of the doorway she slammed it shut and stumbled back. It felt like her head was about to explode.

Drew watched on with his eyes wide as he overheard the giantess’ conversation, he hadn’t known Casey for long, but he had picked up on how much she adored her dad, and to hear such devastating news must have been heart-breaking. The giant girl collapsed on her bed; head buried in hand. Nobody could prepare themselves for the unfiltered blood curdling wail of a giant 19-year-old, the piercing sob echoed about the vast room as her form shuddered uncontrollably.

A sudden realisation struck the tiny man as he sat on the carpeted floor, a perfect opportunity. There was no glass prison holding him back, he was completely free, and his captor was understandably quite preoccupied. Was it wrong of him to use this situation to escape? Of course it wasn’t, it’s not like he would be able to comfort her, and Casey didn’t deserve that after how she had treated him. Fleeting thoughts attempted to halt him, if he left now, he would never get another finger job. No, no, now was not the time to let his sexual desires get in the way of his life. This was a golden opportunity. He could escape.

Most of Austin’s life had been spent living as a sub, no one in his estranged family could be bothered to take him in after his parents passed. The very concept of a normal life did not exist to the tiny man, he had grown up eating food scraps and dodging earth-shattering steps while gawking up at the mighty titans who passed overhead. To finally, be taken in by one of the giants he looked up to was a true blessing. Freedom was the last thing left to your name as a sub, because of that he’d been warned before by others to avoid being captured at all costs, but ever since he was young, he had secretly yearned to be taken in and cared for.

The fruity sweet taste of strawberries danced across Austin’s tongue; he’d never eaten fruit so fresh before. If this was the cost of his freedom, he couldn’t be more comfortable with it. Above him loomed the gigantic form of the giantess named Taylor, it was strange, she seemed almost too large for the apartment she lived in. Her frame sunk into the couch and her knees rose up above the level of the coffee table he ate on. With her hoodie removed she sat hunched over with her arms resting over her thighs as she examined the sub.

“What’s your name little guy?” Taylor boomed. The thunderous quality of her voice reverberated around Austin’s surroundings; it was deep but feminine in tone. As she spoke down to him, his insides were filled with butterflies. To be addressed by a being such as herself evoked a feeling of pride, he was worthy in her eyes.

Lifting his pink stained face from the piece of fruit he attempted to shout his name but was met with a confused smirk from the giant. Taylor’s hulking form leaned in further, exposed cleavage revealed itself the closer she got, until her building-sized face was right over him, the hot air escaping from her nose whipped his hair around.

A booming snicker echoed from the giant lips. “Your voice is really hard to hear,” from such close proximity the words felt like they had physical force behind them. “Could you say it again?”

Once again, the tiny man shouted his name.

“Austin?” she confirmed. His head nodded wildly in affirmation before sinking back into the half-eaten strawberry. Amusingly, the fruit was taller than the miniscule man who tore into it.

Taylor thumped back into the couch as she examined Austin’s form scurrying around the sides of the giant berry, not many could say they had such close encounters with subs, most avoided them as if they were disgusting insects. An alarming thought crossed her mind, he wasn’t carrying diseases, was he? It’s not like she would get close enough to catch anything. Hopefully. Deciding to let the sub enjoy his food, she kicked her gym shoes off under the table and pulled her phone out, time to drown out some emotions with uninterrupted consumption of media.

Loud thunks rumbled below the wooden surface Austin stood on, he’d gotten used to the sounds of giant footsteps, however contrary to his knowledge it sounded hollow. Confused, he peered over the strawberry to see two monolithic feet rise across the horizon, their high-rise-like size made it seem as if they were moving in slow motion. The thunks from earlier paled in comparison to the booming thoom that thundered from her heel hitting the tabletop. Bits of strawberry dripped from the tiny man’s hands as he gazed upon the mighty sweat-soaked socks, the dampened woollen fabric clung to the curve of her arch and rounded around the ball of her foot until it outlined each individual towering toe, dark grey patches were built up around the most used areas of the otherwise white crew sock.

Austin’s awe was snapped as an earthy musk washed over him; the atmosphere had become noticeably humid too. Unsure of whether the stench was positive or negative he proceeded towards it. Utterly inspired, he recalled tales while hobbled around a dimly lit match about the unimaginable power of the giants who roamed the streets, to be in the very presence of such a powerful woman even if it were just her huge feet, it fuelled his advance towards her. Taylor was worthy of worship; her almighty hand had reached from the heavens to save him after all.

Acrid pheromones morphed his sense of reality the closer he got to her heel, the impending sole continued to loom overhead, a twinge in his neck could be felt as he gazed upon it. Creaks and groans sounded out as the gigantic woolly beast idly moved about, the movements would go unnoticed to anyone larger. As Austin reached out to touch the warm fabric a sudden blur of movement and whoosh of air caused him to stumble back, Taylor had lifted her foot to cross it over the other’s ankle. Left in its wake was a thin layer of salty liquid, the size of a large pool to the small man, it almost looked as if steam was rising from the warm patch of sweat. The giant demonstrated her magnificent size in such casual ways that it was impossible for him to see her as anything other than a divine being. Austin’s eyes lingered from the sweat patch towards the muscular calves that bridged from the table to the colossal couch, their tan glow highlighted the sharp indentations of her beefy legs.

Taylor expelled a long yawn as she stretched her hand behind her head. Multiple days at the gym in a row were taking a toll on her body, at least tomorrow was her one designated day off. A slight tickle could be felt next to her heel. Peering down at her foot revealed the miniscule form of Austin who currently resided in the encompassing shadow of her towering foot. The woolly heel lifted and landed with another resounding thoom as Austin lost his balance and fell face first into the warm, damp cotton, pungent threads imprinted themselves on his lips.

“Whatcha doin’ so close to my feet huh?” her looming socks uncrossed themselves as they firmly planted themselves on either side of him, the resulting shockwave sent him to his hands and knees as he gazed up the lengthy tunnel framed by her quads, a mischievous smirk lay at the end of the tunnel. “Don’t they stink?” The crack of her toes echoed from above, the size of her digits amplified the sound tenfold.  

Admittedly, Taylor was being filled with a strange boost to her ego, she held no malice towards the tiny man but to witness their sheer difference in size was an uplifting experience. Improving her body was among one of many things Taylor took pride in, to see herself grow in mass and to increase the numbers on the weights she lifted. That fact was heavily amplified by witnessing the devastating effects a shuffle of her heavy foot could cause, she had to remind herself that he was a human just like her, though it was amusing to picture what kind of towering titan she would appear as.

“Go nuts I guess,” she trained her eyes on the tiny body that trudged towards her enormous heel, even if she squinted, his features were impossible to make out against the grainy desk. “There’s plenty of big ol’ Taylor to go around,” the brunette’s giant brassy, booming laugh resounded around Austin as she reclined backwards. At least this was something to occupy her mind whilst she worried about Drew’s safety.

With his skyline thoroughly dominated by the gigantic muscular woman’s feet, Austin couldn’t help but compare it to the ruthless bullying he had received at the hands of vicious jocks in school. No, Taylor was different, for one she was bigger than any of those bullies, it brought a smile to his face to imagine her lifting them by the scruffs of their collars as she saved his trembling form. This woman, Taylor, deserved his devotion. Falling to his knees he gripped individual threads from her sock to root himself before leaning in and filling his mouth with her sweat, she probably wouldn’t even notice his worship, he was much too small to require the attention.

***

Drew’s heart was pounding against his chest as he strode across the vast carpeted plain of Casey’s bedroom, towering pairs of jeans and cast-aside underwear littered the floor like boulders. This could be his only chance to escape, he desperately needed to take it. Of course he felt sorry for Casey, it wasn’t easy to hear something so alarming about your beloved parents, but this was about more than his empathy towards the situation. Leaving the sight of her towering boots in the distance he squeezed under the enormous door, an unknown corridor of the house now stood before him, one end had a dead end and the other a door and even further was the top of the stairs. His mission was to get down the stairs and return to his outpost, he needed to find some way to record everything that had happened to him, then he would escape through the front door to freedom, it was within his grasp.

Purely fuelled by adrenaline he maintained a jog down the hall, the shuddering fear of being caught lingered in the back of his mind. The stairwell was approaching, he was almost there. Unfortunately, his escape couldn’t be that easy, the door to Casey’s room swung open, her face was red, and her eyes were puffy as her head swivelled in search of him. Drew looked to the towering white door that sat before the stairs and banked his chances on it, he’d be stranded if he went down the stairs now, at least inside this room there was a chance of survival. Diving through the slim space between door and floor, he left Casey searching for nothing, instead the view of an extravagant master bedroom took up his focus.

Drew’s eyes widened as the floor came to life beneath him, a door in the back corner of the room opened up as the lumbering form of Casey’s mother stepped out of a personal bathroom, she was still clad in her business attire, an unbuttoned white blouse and a tight black skirt, her golden locks still affixed by hairspray in an almost regal way. Susan strutted across the room until she loomed over a dresser with her back to him, the round globes of her ass stretched the skirt to its limits, it was clear where Casey got her genetics from. Though out of sight, he could make out the giantess reaching forward across the dresser to clasp an unseen object.

***

Michael gradually came to consciousness; his head was pounding. Rubbing his face as he looked around the glossy oak texture that lined the walls, darkness consumed his eyes as they adjusted to the glum room that trapped him. Alarming memories of the past two weeks flooded back into his head, each day started like this, confusion as to where he was, then the depressing realisation of his current predicament. It was about time he was reminded of who held him captive, the rattling earthquake only hammered it home. The wooden roof creaked open to reveal the towering form of the lady who had stolen his life and his size. His wife, Susan.  

“For the last time, this isn’t necessary Susan!” Veins extruded from his neck as he yelled into cupped hands, her sudden arrival caused another burst of emotion.

“Shut it Michael, you’re such a bother.” Susan leaned forward against the wooden surface, her head landed in her palms, the bent over position pushed her ass even further against the strained black material. “Your daughter is crying her guts out because you won’t fucking cooperate.”

“What do you mean cooperate? You shrank me!” Anger boiled his blood, the memory of his initial capture played in his mind. He’d arrived back in Melbourne before census date to surprise Casey and upon arriving home, Susan awaited him. Burnt into his mind was her pissed off face, and the accusing words rung in his ears, her suspicion that he had been sleeping with his secretary. While completely false, his wife would not let her condemning tone slip and before he knew it an unregistered shrinker was brandished, a highly illegal portable version of the machines used on census. The rest was history. Now he resided in a jewellery box and watched as his hard-earned life fell to pieces.

“Don’t give me that shit, I know what you did,” the subtle crows feet that cornered Susan’s blue eyes deepened as she sneered down at him.

Michael had to hold back a scream of frustration. “You can’t possibly be serious. You know they’re going to look for me? People don’t just disappear you fucking idiot.” His irritation was hitting an all-time high.

“What are they going to find? A tiny, unrecognisable smear of blood?” Susan’s form loomed closer; her mature features blocked out the lightbulb above giving her shadowed face a golden glow. “Think of all the ways I could so easily get rid of your body. Maybe I’ll just bury you under my ass, I’m sure you’d come off nicely in the wash.” With each threat, she loomed closer. “Or maybe, I could just gobble you up, no clean up required. Only a flush of the toilet.” A booming snap blew out from her mouth as her teeth slammed together in his face, these were no empty threats.

“You’re insane,” Michael’s words trembled. Susan had always been a hothead, much like his daughter, but this was too much, these were the words of a monster.

The blonde giantess ignored his words and continued on, “I’m not coming out of this empty-handed, I need financial compensation for the emotional bullshit you put me through. What are the passwords to your personal bank accounts.”

“I’m not giving you a damn thing!” Stomping his foot in disapproval, she had been asking for his bank details ever since she shrank him, it was hard to believe this was happening to him.

A thunderous boom knocked him off his feet as Susan slammed her fist against the dresser. With her eyes closed and her lips pursed she resembled a terrifying dragon billowing hot smoke, her deep breaths simmered with wrath. Michael watched on in fear as his wife’s eyelids slowly began to rise, a terrifyingly deadpan look had crossed her face. The pale skin of her fingers entered the wooden prison as they grasped his body, his neck was supported by the crux of her pointer and her thumb rested on his chest with her fingernail poking his chin. “You’re done.”

“I never slept with Katie, she’s only 22 for god’s sake. She’s the daughter of a friend of mine, I was just helping them out.” His pleading quickened as the pressure of her mature encompassing fingers increased.

“Enough Michael, I don’t want to hear it anymore,” Susan’s stern voice held no remorse

Black dots exploded across the tiny man’s vision as the force of her grip tightened and blocked any chance of words leaving his throat, he tried to make out the blank face of his wife through the blurry lens of his vision. They hadn’t been on the best terms in a while, to be honest they never had. There was always something to argue about or disagree on, at this moment near death he pondered if he’d wasted his life on this marriage. No, there was one redeeming factor, his daughter – Casey. Wonderful Casey. She was what kept him with Susan, the joy of raising a child who shared in his love for music and art. Why was he musing on such personal thoughts at a time like this? Michael’s thoughts went quiet as the crushing grip reached its peak; his last sight was the expressionless visage of his killer.

“Gah. Disgusting,” Susan muttered as she dropped the tiny body, it landed with a soft thud against the carpeted floor. Cleaning up Michael’s body could come later, she needed to get rid of the tiny sputter of blood he had coughed onto her thumb.

***

Dumbfounded. Absolutely dumbfounded. Drew had just witnessed murder. Michael, that was Casey’s dad. Susan had just killed Michael. Casey’s father was killed by Casey’s mother. Broken thoughts repeated themselves in his head, had that really just happened? The plan of escape had to be put on hold. After recalling a myriad of moments where his giant captor had expressed her love for her father, his heart seized, he couldn’t begin to imagine the pain of losing a parent, the image of his own father’s broken face after his company went bankrupt would have only caused a fraction of the hurt Casey was currently going through. Even though she wasn’t a good person in his eyes, Casey deserved to know the events that just transpired, her bellowing wails were still fresh in his ears.  

As Susan thundered off to the bathroom, Drew strategized his next move, he couldn’t just go back to Casey empty handed and drop that information, there was the risk of her not believing him. Despite his unwillingness to admit it, he needed to present her with Michael’s body, or she would never trust him. While he trekked across the carpet, he battled with conflicting thoughts. Was this worth it? Would Casey be thankful? Glancing towards Susan’s closed bathroom door, another question popped into his head, would he get caught in the process?

Drew shook his head free of these racing thoughts, there was no time to think, just time to do, and so he continued on towards the lifeless body of Casey’s father.

“Why do I do these things to myself,” he grumbled.

Standing over the body of Casey’s father filled Drew with mixed emotions, a drop of blood trickled down his cheek as his lifeless eyes stared upwards, Susan had crushed his insides while keeping his body intact. Time was of the essence, if he didn’t escape from Susan’s room before she noticed Michael’s body was missing, he would be in deep shit. Michael was smaller than he was, probably half his height, that would make transportation easier than expected. Still warm flesh made contact with his skin as he scooped up the reduced body in his arms, it was surprisingly light. Trekking back across the room, he remembered he was still dressed in a dirty yellow dress with a collar around his neck, unsure if Casey deserved such a gesture he stopped in his tracks, maybe it’d be wise to just leave the body and get home. Though now that he thought about it, perhaps it was for the best for him to bank all his chances on Casey being appreciative, if he could win her over then she could help him out of this mess and tackle the issue he had originally come here for.

Wait. The reason he was in this mess in the first place had taken a backseat in his mind ever since everything went sideways, now it all came rushing back to him, Val had spoken of an underground trafficking ring the Pierce’s were a part of. Yet, now that he reflected on the last two weeks in a more critical lens, something was up. Casey had been surprised to see him in her house, meaning it was unusual for there to be tiny people wandering around, she had also seemed rather interested in him like she’d never interacted so closely with someone his size, and there were the three-inch men who she had to borrow off Ariel. Maybe Casey could be trusted, at the very least she didn’t seem to be connected to some sort of ring, if there even was one in the first place. Susan on the other hand, he wasn’t sure, there had been no sign of servants walking around or tending to her needs and if anything, there would surely have been a sign of them in her bedroom of all places.

Something was up. Had Val lied to him? But why on earth would she lie about such a thing, to submit him to such an outlandish request. The missing person reports had been there, he’d seen it with his eyes, it could have been a coincidence after all. No, something still felt wrong. Drew didn’t know what to think anymore, it was all too confusing. Instead he focused on pressing forward, he needed to get to Casey, at this point she was his ticket out of here.

After sliding Michael’s body under the looming door he squeezed through and continued down the hallway back to Casey’s room. At the halfway point he heard a door from within Susan’s bedroom slam shut, she had just left the bathroom and would notice her husbands missing body, Drew needed to pick up the pace lest he be caught be the greater evil. Dark moonlight filled the hall as he got closer to the towering white door, he was unsure how much time had passed but his arms and legs were beginning to ache from the extensive usage, honestly, he just wanted to sleep.

Anxiety built within him as he muscled his way across the carpeted floor, Casey was certainly the safer option here, if he was caught by Susan who knows what she might do after finding him lugging the corpse of her husband, the weight that lay across his shoulders was a grim reminder of his predicament. As luck would have it, Drew ran into no trouble as he crawled underneath Casey’s door. Finally, something had gone his way for once. Though it was likely Susan would be frantically searching for Michael’s body at this point.

Casey’s giant form gradually breathed in and out, she’d cried herself to sleep, between the stress of not being able to find Drew and the sudden loss of her father it was a lot for the girl to take on. The tiny man sighed a breath of relief, he was safe for now. He needed to find someplace where he would be easily noticed in the morning, he didn’t want her to stew in anger about him disappearing. To his left were the towering peaks of her Doc Martens, dirty white socks were strewn around them. That would do for tonight, as unhygienic as it was, her socks would provide a soft comfort. He set Michael down next to the woollen expanse and clambered on top, the material giving way under him. With a quiet thump he landed against the sock with his limbs outspread, even the stale scent of her foot wasn’t enough to stop his impending sleep.

***

A blurry poster of Julian Casablancas filled Casey’s view as her crusty eyes blinked open, she didn’t want to move a muscle, Susan could eat shit if she was expecting her to go to work today. Losing Drew was barely a bother to her, he was just some tiny insect to play with, the real kicker was the other gut-wrenching news she had received. Her dad had disappeared two weeks ago, and Susan only thought to tell her now, and what did that even mean, people don’t just disappear, not people as noteworthy as her father. Taking a moment to breathe, she sat up in bed, everything would be alright, he was only missing, there was still a chance he was alive. That’s all she could hope for at this point, Susan obviously wasn’t concerned, she’d hated Michael ever since the girl could remember.

Images of Casey’s father teaching her how to play guitar and how to use water colours played in her mind, a quivering smile crept across her lips. The older she got the busier he became, and these special moments became few and far between, yet her love for him never ceased, she understood the constant stress of high-pressure business situations, at least she tried to. Of course she didn’t resent him, but truthfully, she wished he had been home more often, dealing with her mother day in and day out was a constant battle to her mental state, Susan was an oppressive woman who would never let her daughter go against traditions.

The plush carpet rested beneath her toes as she stared blankly across the room to her body length mirror, god she was a mess, her wavey black hair was puffed up high on one side and her eyes were bloodshot from being wept dry. While critiquing her bed-ridden self, a peculiar sight caught her attention. A very familiar yellow dress stood out against the dirty sock curled around her boots, so Drew had come crawling back after all, she couldn’t blame him. That was odd, there was another pile of clothes next to him, she didn’t recall giving him a spare outfit. Ambling across the room, Casey crouched down to inspect Drew’s sleeping form.

“Hello? You awake?” her finger rolled him onto his back as his eyes groggily opened.

Though it was hard to tell, a shocked expression immediately crossed the tiny man’s face as he came into consciousness, his head snapped to the left at the bundle of clothes. Huh, that wasn’t just a bundle of clothes, it was another little person, maybe half the size of Drew.

“Umm, who is this?” Casey queried, looming further over the reduced pair to get a better look at the mysterious shrunken person.

Drew scrambled to his feet as he ran over to the other man, “Casey. It’s…” he paused as he cradled the man in his arms. Stepping towards her, he announced the devastating news, “It’s your dad.”

Casey’s glimmering green iris’ widened as she peered closer, the man Drew was holding was small, but that light brown hair, with grey streaks was too recognisable. Snatching her father out of his hands, she examined further, it was undoubtedly Michael. This couldn’t be, her father was a tall confident man who brought brightness into any room he entered, yet now he lay lifeless and tiny in her hands. Casey covered her mouth to stop an inaudible whimper of despair, her previous hope of his safety crumbled before her eyes, there was no way this was real.

Then it occurred to her, what was he doing lying next to her prisoner. Casey’s piercing gaze bore into Drew. “Did you do this?” Her words shook like leaves as she glared at the trembling man. Rage began to build within, she would turn him to paste if he answered incorrectly.

“No! No, Casey please listen,” Drew gestured wildly, “I have to tell you something, but please, try to remain calm.”

Calm? Now? She was holding her father’s body in her hands, and he wanted her to remain calm? This tiny man was on thin ice, the giantess wasn’t far from her cracking point.

“Last night when I tried to escape. I had to sneak into your mum’s room, and I witnessed her… Crush his body,” he stopped to let her process the information he spouted.

Casey was unsure of whether to trust Drew, on one hand this may have been an act of revenge to rebel against her cruel torture but on the other, his squeaky words held a genuine quality. Was Susan really willing to murder and why?

“They were speaking about something to do with money, and I think your mum said at one point something about him sleeping with someone, I’m not sure I could only hear it from her end.” The raven giant had never heard her pet talk so much and so confidently, it almost broke her from the stunning news.

Almost. That fleeting thought sat in the backseat compared to the pilot of her building emotion. Fury, pure fury. Of course it was about fucking money, when wasn’t it with that hag of a mother. She couldn’t care less if her dad had slept with someone else if anything she’d be happy for him. Drew needn’t say more, Casey was thoroughly convinced. Susan was a murderer.

“I’m gonna fucking kill her,” she muttered to herself, emotions teetering on the borders of her skin, ready to explode at any moment. Casey’s pupils dilated as they glazed over while she checked out of reality.

Drew gazed upon her terrifyingly intense expression, her muttering held no hint of dishonesty. He wouldn’t be surprised if she actually pulled through with it. That would leave him nowhere, in the middle of an incredibly messy scene, he had to pull her in before too late.

“Casey, listen to me, I have more to tell you.” This was it, his grand plan, he would reveal the true reason as to why he was in her house in the first place, despite the trafficking rumours, they now had physical evidence of a dead body, if they played their cards right, they could send Susan away. He was unsure of what would happen to Casey, she might inherit her families wealth and help him get back to his friends for showing her the truth, though that may have just been wishful thinking. Honestly, there was no telling what she would do, she was impossible to read at the current moment, but he had to act, otherwise he’d be growing old living in a glass jar.

Pincer like fingers harshly gripped the sides of Drew’s head as he was raised into the air, the pressure felt like it might make his skull pop. “Why the fuck would I listen to you,” the giant spat, her eyes were lit with an insane fire behind them.

It was now or never. “Don’t you want to make her suffer?” Drew’s strained voice barely made it to her ears. Yet, her features softened for a fraction of a moment, considering his faint words.

“How?”

“Hear me out,” he tried to gain his breath back, though it was hard with the immense force being exerted on his cranium. “When I first came to your house, I was trying to find evidence of your family stealing tiny people from the street.” Casey’s face twitched. “I have a lawyer friend, we were gonna use the evidence to destroy your families wealth and future.” Before she had a chance to react to their scheme he continued, “but, things have changed. If you help us, we can bring Susan down. She’ll be locked behind bars, probably shrank too.” Drew was still cautious of Val, he didn’t know if he could completely trust her, though from what he assumed, she was still on his side.

Casey thudded onto the ground, defeated. Longingly, she stared at her other hand that gently held her father’s form. Drew watched in anticipation as her grip loosened until it wrapped around him, the raven-haired giant curled into a ball and hugged her knees, two tiny men still trapped in her palms. The information she had received over the past 24 hours was just too much to bear and she began to weep.

A faraway slam snapped both of them back into reality. Susan’s departure for the day had reminded Casey of her existence. Drew’s words had barely registered with her, was she really going to work with him? He was right in the way that she did want Susan to suffer more than just a quick end, sending her to prison and robbing her of a perfect life would be fitting. A simple idea popped into her head, she didn’t need to work with Drew, instead a justified punishment would be delivered.

Drew’s vision was nothing but a crack in Casey’s fist, a small stream of morning light poured into his cramped space. The giant’s distraught face turned towards the window as the roaring engine of her mother’s car pulled out of the driveway, her features were hidden from view as a tear rolled down her cheek.

Casey’s words trembled with an overwhelming amount of passion, “I’m gonna shrink that bitch.”  

Susan’s knuckles turned white as she gripped the steering wheel of her Porsche, she didn’t deserve to be so stressed. Anxiety plagued her as she recalled the missing body of Michael, in her head there was no possible way he could have escaped, she had witnessed blood pour out of his mouth, the memory still sent a tingle of disgust down her spine. If he had escaped throughout the house, his chance of survival would be low, and if there was one thing that her and Casey had in common was their distaste for tinies, so hopefully if her daughter stumbled upon him, she wouldn’t think twice about disposing of the body, though that was assuming she didn’t examine him further, if she realised it was Michael, well… it was hard to say what would happen. Too many hypotheticals were up in the air, it caused Susan’s heart to race. Best case scenario, he had hobbled off somewhere in her room for shelter, she’d placed a towel underneath her door to block any chance of escape. If anything, he would crawl out from whatever decrepit hole he resided in and beg for her forgiveness and hand over the money linked to his company. She hoped. Everything will be okay Susan, she reminded herself.

The mature giantess’ mind began to wonder as she drove towards her destination. Ever since she was young, she had grown up in a sixth bracket household and towered over majority of people. Her parents followed a common mindset by rich families for their children, they would financially support them until they finished their degrees, and for Susan’s laidback younger sister, this wasn’t much of a bother. Yet, to Susan it caused an immeasurable amount of anguish, there was no chance she would ever live a moment of her life not as the biggest one in the room, without her size she was nothing, her entire social life revolved around others in the sixth bracket. Deep down she was terrified of the possibility of ever ending up on the receiving end of the harassment she and her friends dished out in their youth.

That was when Michael came into her life, she first spotted him at a friend’s 21st, he was a tall social man with an already flourishing tech company at the ripe age of 20, not many in their bracket could claim to be self-made at that age. Immediately she was drawn to him, not for his charm or passions but his money. Quickly, a bond was forged, while genuine from Michael’s side, Susan had feigned her interest in order to cement herself into a wealthy future, luckily for her, he wasn’t completely unbearable to be around, though he had his moments where he was much too optimistic and cheerful for her liking.

Throughout their relationship, she had grown to tolerate him, after all his money had led her to purchasing multiple McDonalds franchises and increasing their ever-growing net-worth, she dreamed of one day entering the highest bracket. Six months ago, that dream came crashing down. Michael’s moron of a business partner, Dwight Perkins had made a risky deal with shareholders that blew up in his face, stock prices plummeted, and the company took a major hit to revenue. For the first time in her life Susan was forced into the fifth bracket. Much like her daughter, she became a social recluse during this time, far too afraid to show her face to those who knew her well. The extended period of time she spent at home with her daughter furthered the wedge between their relationship. Neither one could bear the other’s tendencies, whether it was Susan’s constant judgement of her daughter’s activities or Casey’s dismissal of every little thing her mother said, their animosity for each other grew.

With a profound sigh, Susan pulled up beside a looming redwood tree. All of that was in the past now, there was no use in wasting her precious mental space on it. The blonde giant had already made her mind up, she was never going below the sixth bracket again, it was part of the reason she couldn’t forgive Michael for what he had done. He may have earned them a spot back into the sixth bracket, but she could no longer trust him to keep the business at that level, if she were to inherit his assets, there would be no more financial worries. The six months she had spent diminished had spawned a hungering hatred for her husband and to add fire to the flame, while she had spent her time toiling away in sorrow at home, he had used it to get close to his secretary. Enough so that he could fuck her. Not that she cared anymore, though at the time it was like he’d rubbed salt into the wound.

Only one head of the beast had been chopped off, in order to inherit the business, there was someone else who had to be taken care of. Dwight had been understandably blowing up Michael’s phone over the past two weeks wondering where he was, and while acting as her husband over text, Susan was running dry with excuses, it was time she bit the bullet and did what she had initially planned to do. Michael’s assets were now hers and next she would inherit the company’s. Pushing regretful thoughts from her mind, she parked the car in an innocuous street over from where the Perkin’s residence resided. Too deep in now to pull out, Susan stepped into the warm summer air, murdering tinies barely counted as a crime.

Once she arrived at the estate, Susan pressed the intercom button fitted to a stark, white gate. Donned in a grey checkered pencil skirt and a white blouse, Susan tapped her high-heeled foot impatiently against the pavement outside the lavish gate of the extravagant mansion, she didn’t enjoy waiting in the heat for long. A crackling male voice could be heard over the intercom.

“Hello? Michael?”

The mature giantess put on an act of sorrow as she spoke back, “It’s Susan. Dwight, I have some horrible news.”

“Hm, okay. Come in,” there was a hint of impatience in his voice.

The gate buzzed as Susan pushed it open with her leather gloved hands, she wanted to make sure there was no trace of her being here. Her plan was simple, dispose of Dwight without a trace and let his family realise he’s missing, then play the part of the distressed wife as she ‘discovers’ that Michael is also missing, without a link to the disappearances, the company would be disbanded, and the assets dispersed amongst the spouses.

On the other side of the plan, all loose ends had already been taken care of, acquiring the shrinker hadn’t taken much extra effort. Right under Michael’s nose she had been flirting with a socially awkward 30-year-old she had met at one of her husband’s tech functions. The man was on the final stages of a portable shrinker prototype designed to help with minimising labour costs on construction sites and was disgustingly desperate for a woman’s touch. All it had taken was some sweet talking for him to promise to show her the technology, though she insisted on driving them somewhere discreet, it was imperative no one knew she had such highly experimental equipment. Susan had made sure the man had no other contacts who would even notice he had gone missing, at least for a week or two.

As Susan made her way up the winding path to Dwight’s house, she continued to daydream about the night she received the shrinker. After he had handed it to her, the look on his face was a sight to behold as she asked if it worked on people, and the further distortion to his features as she aimed it at him and watched him dwindle in her leather passenger car seat. She might have overdone it as his body barely fit between her pinched fingertips, the last thing he would’ve seen was her gaping maw as she swallowed him whole. Not without swishing his body around her saliva first.

A smile crept onto her lips as she reminisced on the past two weeks, she hadn’t had this much fun with tinies since she was in high school. While Susan waited for Dwight to open the door another memory played in her mind. She was probably around 17 at the time, Susan and her friends had cornered a group of tinies from the third bracket that they constantly picked on after a PE lesson, the girl she grabbed had been a feisty redhead. After spending the rest of the day plastered against the sweltering white socks entombed in expensive tennis shoes, the tinies were forced to thank and kiss the soles of the rich girls sneakers before they were let free into the afternoon. Hilariously, the tiny redhead had tried to refuse and was met with the hefty weight of Susan’s shoe on her back, that girl had always been one to bite back. What was her name again, Vanessa? Valerie? Valentine? Something like that, not that it mattered. The giant snorted, those tinies were probably working an assortment of deadbeat jobs nowadays.

“What’s the matter Susan?” Dwight greeted in an unfriendly manner as he broke the blonde from her daydream. He was never the biggest fan of Michael’s wife, even under her guise of friendliness he could tell she was cold-hearted.

Susan looked the brown-haired man up and down, “Do you mind if I come in?”

Dwight gestured her inside as he closed the door shut behind them, the duo made their way through the lush, stark white interior until they came to a marble countertop located in the kitchen, where the man took a seat upon a stool across from his guest.

“Is anyone else in at the moment?” she queried.

An irked sigh escaped him as he rubbed his shaved stubble, “no, everyone’s out,” he leant his elbows across the table, “now can you please tell me why you’re here instead of Michael.”

That was exactly what Susan wanted to hear. “Well, never mind, it’s not like it matters.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Dwight was beginning to grow increasingly aggravated by this woman’s antics. Something about this felt wrong.

The smug smirk on Susan’s face grew wide as her red lipstick-covered lips curled at their edges. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Hold on-“ Dwight’s words came to a standstill as Susan pulled an unregistered shrinker from her purse, without a second thought he began to rise from the seat, he needed to get that gadget out of her hands. Unluckily for him, there was not a moment to spare as she pulled the trigger, and an unfamiliar warmth overtook his body. “No, no, no,” he muttered to himself as the world around exploded in size, the black leather of the stool seat stretched out into a vast plain, individual ridges in the material were now easily noticeable, she had made him utterly tiny. The underside of the marble table blocked his view of the perpetrator.

Click. Clack.

Thunderous heeled footsteps echoed around the expansive chamber of his home as the looming form of his business partner’s wife came into view. There was no denying the womanly body she had been gifted with. Keratin scratched against marble as Susan’s fingernails lingered over the countertop, her other hand rested along her shapely hip.

“Look what we have here,” the lumbering giant lowered herself to his level, her face even with the seat as her hands grasped it for balance. “Aren’t you just the tiniest little thing,” her words rumbled along the leather material.

Dwight watched in horror as her gargantuan hand raised into the sky, every movement caused a displacement of air as it cut through such extensive empty space. Susan’s pointer finger landed with a dull thud to his right, it’s weight created a deep dent as she began to circle it around his body, his palms shot to his ears to block out the grating sound of her fingernail dragging across leather. There was no use in shouting and begging for his life, standing no taller than the thickness of her nail, it was simply impossible for his voice to reach her.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so miniscule,” she trailed off, perhaps turning the shrinker to the highest setting hadn’t been the best idea, though it certainly had somewhat of an effect on her psyche. Susan began to rise from her crouched position, the fabric of her blouse whizzed past the tiny man’s vision until she stood above, stretched lines of cotton were decorated across her pelvis as her wide hips pulled them taut. “To you, I must look positively…” pausing for dramatic effect, she turned on her heels, immersing Dwight in the shadow of her bulging ass that eclipsed the sky, “enormous.”

The tiny man couldn’t see the smug look on her face past the mountainous rear that hovered above. Individual strands of fabric screamed out for help as they struggled to contain the fleshy beast within, the material of her skirt was fitted so tightly to her ass that he wouldn’t be surprised if it ripped straight off when she bent over.

“Your wife is a bit on the thin side, isn’t she?” Susan’s taunt boomed as her slender hands ran alongside her hips, the flesh of her butt indenting ever so slightly from her gentle touch. “I’d bet this is a lot more woman than you’re used to handling,” A thunderous snicker accompanied her understatement.

Looking from side to side, Dwight began to panic, there was no way out of this. Even if he leapt off the edge of the stool there was little chance, he would survive, and if he did, what was he supposed to do, he was less than a crumb at this point. If his wife or daughter came home, they would never notice him. He cursed himself for staying home today, he expected to be meeting with Michael to discuss his sudden absence and now found himself staring up at the shapely rear of his missing friend’s wife.

“I wonder if there’s enough room for the two of us,” enjoyment was clearly portrayed through her tone, she was loving their current predicament. The shadow that plagued the seat around him grew darker as the checkered sky began to fall. Judging from the width of the round globes that spanned the heavens, there would be little room for his miniature frame. Though he would be damned if this was the end of him. Turning on his heels he sprinted towards the edge of the stool, hoping that by some slim chance he would find an ounce of space to cower in, that was one of the few benefits that came with his new size.

Susan lowered herself at a painstaking rate, savouring the torment she inflicted upon him. It wasn’t surprising, everyone in the sixth bracket enjoyed demonstrating their size over others and he couldn’t begin to imagine how it must feel to do over someone who is comparable to a dust mite. His thoughts were cut short as a thunderous thump exploded behind him, the leather underneath his feet blew up in size as her weight settled onto the other end of it. Dwight flew through the air and rolled against the detailed material until he landed on his back with his head hanging over the edge, his chest heaved up and down as adrenaline coursed through his body.

Suffice to say, the sky had fallen upon his poor kitchen stool. Metal groans reverberated inside his skull as the seat adjusted to the new immense weight. The giant woman shuffled closer so that her ass fully engulfed the inadequately sized piece of furniture, only the underside of her skirt covered rear was visible as it curved towards the upper atmosphere, its sheer size would have dwarfed the very office building he worked in.

“Since you’re not going to be around much longer, I may as well let you in on a little secret,” Susan’s booming words resonated through the material that Dwight lay on, the power in her voice was absolute, a chilling tingle ran down his back as her threat cemented his fate. “Your partner, Michael, was sleeping with your daughter.”

This was news to Dwight, he had no idea of the nature of Michael and Katie’s relationship, in the past he’d been told that it was merely a mentor and apprentice bond. To be fair, he couldn’t trust a word that came out of this grossly oversized woman. There was a burning desire to cuss her out for what she was putting him through, but even if he could amplify his voice to reach her, he was paralysed by fear from the mammoth wall that encompassed his world.

As his initial adrenaline began to settle, he noticed the humidity that clung to his skin, the sun burned bright during this time of year, but this was no summer heat, this was radiating warmth that could only be spawned from the flesh of a living being. The warmth held a particular odour that was reminiscent of floral perfume, though there was a distinct sharp stench of ass sweat that clung to the thick air. Which made sense, there looked to be little room for ventilation between the massive cheeks, stale air would stew for hours in that cramped oven-like space.

While the tiny man was becoming acquainted with the funky aroma that emanated from the monolithic slab of flesh, Susan began to ponder how she would dispose of him. Considering how miniscule she had made him, perhaps there was no need to actively get rid of him, there was little chance he would be able to get anyone’s attention and would likely wound up underneath his families shoes. The mature woman shuffled in her seat as an idea popped into her head.

Turning her head to see the diminutive mite that trembled before her ass, the racing heart in her chest skipped a beat, familiar feelings from her youth began to bubble up inside. Susan removed her glove and licked her finger, without moving her steely eyes that bore into the speck, she lowered her hand to the minute spot situated behind her crack. Dwight stuck to her finger like it was covered in glue, helpless to her whim, he was brought closer to the fabric that struggled to contain an enormous butt. At such close proximity the individual strands of cotton protruded out, their thickness similar in size to his height, it was a truly humbling sight.

Dwight’s breathing pace accelerated as his impending doom loomed closer, countless strands zoomed past him as he lay spreadeagled against Susan’s finger, his body firmly plastered by her saliva. Memories of his family and life flashed before his eyes, he was never going to see them again. Surely, there was no way this evil woman was going to get away with this.

“I hope you got a good look at your destination insect,” booming clinks filled his ears as his captor’s free hand began to unzip the back of her skirt, revealing two meaty globes mashed together with an engulfed damp thong running through a deep cavernous crack, immediately a consuming wave of warmth rolled over him as the trapped sour air finally had space to disperse. Susan’s glossy red fingernail slammed into the flesh at his feet, ready to flick him into the sweaty abyss. “I know you’ve always loathed me Dwight, but don’t let that stop you from getting your lips dirty.”

The miniature man rose into an uproar of begging and pleading, desperate for this to not be his demise, though his passionate cries fell on deaf ears as the digit rolled into motion and effortlessly dislodged his stuck position, sending him into the canyon below. Dwight’s limbs flailed helplessly through the wind as the sense of free-falling overtook him, his last sight was the back of Susan Pierce’s ironed blouse. With an insignificant smack, he landed against the inside slope of her left ass cheek, any feeling of power and control left him as he rolled into the dank depths.

Full on panic overcame his mind as his breathing went out of control, every breath became more difficult as his expectation of clean refreshing air was tainted by the thick atmosphere that marinated within her fleshy rump. Landing against an expansive width of wet fabric, Dwight realised after what had felt like a hundred metre drop, he hadn’t even reached the apex of her butt, his dazed head lolled downwards as he took in the vast curving canyon of flesh that descended into the dark chasm below, great walls of pale skin flanked either side of him. The viscous environment began to aggressively invade his nostrils as they were crammed with the unmistakable stench of ass.

Booming clinks echoed around his humid prison as the sky began to close, with each boom the walls on either side of him crept closer, until finally they sealed shut, entombing the man deep within her crack. A low rumble was enough to rouse his consciousness, his mind slowly piecing together the spaced-out noise. It was a taunting chuckle, one that oozed superiority. Then came the thunderous words that buzzed through to his core.

“Sorry if it’s a tad tight in there.” 

Sweat glistened across the bronze sea of Taylor’s skin, worn fingers rubbed her eyes while she reclined further into the plush couch. Another day had rushed by. Another day of filing papers and preparing for new court matters, though these tasks became all the more laborious with the lingering doubt of Drew’s safety. Another day of pumping iron, she should be on cloud nine having achieved a personal record on her squat today. Yet, that worry overhang her, life had been a blur of events recently. Not to mention the peculiar companion she had adopted – Austin.

Speaking of which, she leant over the side of the couch and fiddled with the zip to her gym bag, inside Austin lay curled up on a sweaty rag. The tiny man had a curious obsession with her scent, since yesterday he had insisted on being somewhere near her or her used clothing at all times, he had even slept in the large sneakers that adorned her feet last night. Taylor couldn’t help but imagine how overpowering the stench of her perspiration would be, Drew used to complain about it, and he’d at least been a decently manageable height.

Pulling the sub from her bag, the sudden movement shook him awake as Taylor let him roll between her rock-solid abs, sweat clung to his skin as he came to a stop. The muscular giant lazily observed the diminished man over her navy sports bra as he rose to his feet within the walls of her abdominals, only recently had she become proud of her abs, previously worried they hadn’t been defined enough.

There was one benefit that came with having Austin around, his tiny size bolstered the confidence she had in her body. The sight of a literal human dwarfed on either side by her looming abs caused her hairs to stand on end. Perhaps one day she would let him scamper around her gigantic Converse while she lifted, so that he could gaze in awe upon her mighty form from a position that would only amplify her size. That would be one hell of a pump. Worries of her narcissism left as she watched him curl into a ball on her warm skin, the fact that he willingly basked in her humid body heat reminded her that would probably enjoy watching her from such an angle. It was difficult to see his actions as creepy when he was the size of a miniscule insect.

“Bit of a sleepyhead today huh?” Taylor’s stomach rumbled with her words, a large finger gradually pressed into his body, compressing him against the taut flesh. “This is a health-conscious household, you can’t just laze around all day,” a smile crept onto her tired face, she needed a bit of fun to brighten her evening. “Come on, get up squirt,” her digit rolled him around briefly before soaring back into the air, Austin’s tiny body remained attached for a short ascent until it came loose and flopped back against her balmy flesh. Watching his tiny form respond to her commands instantly made Taylor see him as little more than a pet.

While the giant was at work, Austin had been sleeping in her stuffed away gym bag, curled up in her cavernous sneaker. Huffing on her thick pheromones for so long had undoubtedly affected his brain chemistry, human brains weren’t meant to be to exposed to such potent aromas. He was hardly complaining though, in their brief time together he’d cast aside any negative rumours surrounding the giants he witnessed stomp through the streets. Especially Taylor, she was truly worthy of his devotion, not only had she saved him from a beating and selflessly provided for him and his needs, but her body and odour was simply perfection.

Taylor noted the tiny man’s lingering gaze up her body, he’s so obsessed with me she thought. “Time for our first exercise!” she proclaimed, her voice taking on the tone of a coach. “Why don’t you do some laps of my abs,” the absurdity in her words was not lost on the brunette, she was big enough for him to get some form of a workout from merely running around on her stomach. As Austin launched into motion and clambered over the protruding lump on her abdomen, Taylor couldn’t help but grin. There was something so entertaining about using her body as a place for someone to workout. While her tiny new companion continued his laps, her mind drifted back to her absent roommate, a random memory struck her, one Sunday a few weeks after Drew had lost his job with his father.

***

“I’m sooo bored,” Taylor’s cheek rubbed against the doorway to Drew’s room, she was donned in casual afternoon attire – shorts, and a tank top.

“Okay. Awesome,” Drew didn’t raise his head from the book he was buried in.

Creaking floorboards drew his attention from the words on the page as his lumbering roommate who stood over double his height was ‘sneaking’ across his room.

“Taylor…” he uttered, slowly closing the book.

THUMP

The brunette giant’s weight settled with a weighty thud dampened by the fabric of his bedsheets as she landed with her hips across his lap, her arms and legs hung over the width of the bed.

A strained wheeze escaped Drew as Taylor’s heavy mass forced out any air he had trapped within. “Taylor,” he paused to take a strained breath that was stained by her body odour, “get the fuck off me.”

“You can just push me off, can’t you?” the giant wriggled her hips as she laughed, it had been a couple of weeks since Drew shrunk and he had begun to slip back into his regular mood, and in this time, she had found out how thoroughly enjoying it was to mess with him now.

Drew’s tiny hands launched into her side; his palms barely made a dent in Taylor’s solid flesh. The muscular mounds of her ass also caused a great deal of embarrassment for the small man, he had to do everything in his power to not stare at the globes that swelled inches from his face.

Taylor’s voice cut above her friend’s humiliating grunts of exertion, “C’mon, you’ve never done hip thrusts before?” All she got in return was a mocking sneer. “Ohhh, I forgot you’ve never even been to the gym.”

“Fuck off-“

Before he had a chance to continue, Taylor’s weight rolled sideways until her butt covered his torso, with the curvature snugly fit under his chin. Warmth spread from his stomach to his cheeks as his arms were pinned to the side by his encompassing friend. A piercing toot rumbled across his skin, sending Drew into a state of shock as he processed his roommates’ point-blank passing of gas. Pathetic fists pounded into her back and leg as his frustration peaked.

Taylor suddenly shot up as she fell against the wall, her face red with laughter. “Your fault for ordering GYG last night,” she managed to get out between wheezing giggles.

“I seriously hate you,” a pillow followed his words, hitting the wall next to her head. With his forearm protecting his nostrils, Drew demanded, “get out of my room you psycho.”

***

Drew kicked his legs up against the glass wall of his previously occupied jar, a sombre smile crept across his face as he recalled one of Taylor’s many pranks and her indecent level of hygiene, it was times like these where he truly missed her presence.

He had been left in the dust by Casey since early this morning, she hadn’t said a word to him after hearing his frantic plea for help. Instead he was dumped away in his forsaken crystal home and forced to observe warped perspectives of the raven giant as she got ready for the day, there was an uncomfortable lack of music that usually accompanied her morning routine. Casey was dressed in a more casual outfit rather than her work gear, with the common factor of her boots of course. A slam of the door signified her departure, still no words exchanged between the two. The electrifying intensity that hung in the air dissipated upon her exit.

Hours had passed since she left, leaving Drew to withstand the rollercoaster of emotions that rode through him. First had come the relief of being left alone, soon followed by the despair of his master plan falling through, his efforts over the last few days had been for naught and he desperately needed a break. Letting his eyes flutter shut, Drew blocked out the deafening head noise that plagued his mind and attempted to use his newfound inner peace to mull over mundane memories. The rise and fall of his chest lessened in intensity as the scene set itself.

***

A billowing cloud of smoke wafted out of Taylor’s mouth; the joint looked a little small in her meaty hands. “Nah, but I could definitely take four of you in a fight.”

“Look I’ll give it to you for three, but four?” Drew reached for the lit paper, “if there’s four of me, we’re gonna be working in perfect sync, we’ll take your legs out and pin you down.” The two shared a knowing look and burst into laughter.

As their snickers came to a halt, Taylor bragged, “dude my leg is like twice as wide as you, there’s literally no chance.” The living room shook as the brunette giant raised and dropped her legs on the coffee table, she wasn’t wrong, one of her beefy legs easily outsized him.

Drew took a long drag, and locked his steely eyes against hers, “it’s not about the size of the dog in the fight, it’s about the size of the fight in the dog. Or something like that.” Another round of laughter followed. Pot and useless banter, a classy way to end a stressful week, he could always count on Taylor to raise his spirits.

“If you’re so confident, let’s have an arm wrestle,” said the brunette giant as retracted her legs and leaned forward, her arm outstretched.

The midget man ashed the joint and got to his feet, clasping his hand inside his friend’s much larger palm, “okay, but I get to use both arms and I get to stand up.”

Taylor’s knees hit the floor in front of their coffee table with resounding thuds that shook the floorboards beneath Drew’s feet. “Wow, so you want it to be even more embarrassing when you lose?” Her calloused grip tightened around his little hand, eliciting several yelps from him.

“Ow! Stop, we haven’t even started yet,” wrapping his hands around her knuckles, he set his feet back ready to heave on the burly forearm. Locked in an iron grip and gazing along her thick arm, his victory began to look doubtful. “Ready… Go!” He shouted. Instantly, Drew was met with the weight of a concrete foundation as he put all his effort into manoeuvring the giant hand to the table.

“You can do better than that, I’m barely even trying,” her words were accompanied by an arrogant flex of her bicep. Taylor’s blue eyes met his miraculous amount of effort with a sparkling gleam.

Veins pulsed out of his neck as he leaned back in another meagre bout of strength. “What are you some kind of fucking gorilla?”

“I’m King Kong bitch!” Taylor proclaimed as she slammed Drew’s arms against the table, his comparably effeminate hands were yanked down with buttery ease.

Drew blew a strand of hair that fell over his panting but smiling face, “it’s shocking how corny you can be sometimes.”

***

The golden glow of the sun began to hit the far wall of Casey’s room, lighting up the array of posters. Longing to be back with his friend, Drew rolled over in his glass prison, his finger circling minute details in the imperfect jar floor. As the days rolled by, he believed more and more that he would never see her again, especially after his last attempt, he had no cards left to deal.

Slight rattling could be felt beneath him as someone arrived home, the loud thumps could be none other than Casey and her thick treaded boots. The white door swung open, and the black-haired girl strode across the room, each step rattling the jar further.

“Susan isn’t home yet, right?” Casey’s usually expressive voice had little variation in tone.

“Uhh, I don’t think so,” he squeaked back, that electrifying intensity had returned to the room.

She shifted slightly, the beating of his heart quickened in pace as she matched his stare through the warped glass, “you think?”

The way her words dripped with venom caused a swift correction, “no, she hasn’t.”

A sound of acknowledgement escaped her, a plastic bag with a logo from a local department store landed beside him as her attention lifted. Turning on her heels, the giant once again made her way out of the room.

Casey’s earlier words rung in his ears, I’m gonna shrink that bitch. Was she really going to attempt it? And where would that leave him. It’s not like she was self-sustainable without the financial support of her parents, at least not in her current bracket. Yet, the pure conviction with which she spoke convinced him otherwise. One thing he had learned about Casey was, she always got her way, and he was scared of what that meant for him.

The familiar roar of Susan’s car puttered out in the driveway. Drew got to his feet and pressed his ear against the glass wall, hoping to catch the upcoming confrontation or whatever was to follow, his mind was ablaze with theories as to what Casey’s plan was once her mother came inside. A screaming match, a fist fight, a battle of wits, he was convinced it could be anything after seeing such deep-rooted determination locked behind her glazed emerald eyes.

Painstaking minute after minute passed until he heard the familiar muffled thunk of the front door, devoid of any noise, an eerie silence had overwhelmed the house. The background hum of the innerworkings of their home was put to rest by the silence. That was until an ear-splitting screech rang out. Closely followed by a thunderous quake.

What had Casey done?

Susan paced towards the front door; a million things whizzed around in her head. She would make a beeline for her room and affirm where Michael was, if he had somehow escaped throughout her room, she would turn the place upside down. Once that was under control, there was a special someone to ease her stress, she tensed her ass cheeks to remind herself. Casey was most likely still in mourning, she hadn’t expected her to work today, though she felt little remorse for her deceased husband she knew how close he was with their daughter.

The thunk of the door echoed throughout the empty house as Susan adjusted her shoulder with the leather messenger bag that held the shrinker. Once inside, she turned and locked the oak door, a deep sigh escaped her, it had been a long day. Rotating on her heels she made her way down the hallway leading to the living room, her heels clicked faintly against the ground.

Extravagant dark curtains were drawn over the windows, consuming the living room in a shadowy atmosphere. Upon entering the wide space, a dangerous glint caught the corner of her eye, rapidly spinning to face the intruder she was met with the unrecognisable face of Casey. Her features were downcast, with pupils cut into semi-circles, a lack of sleep evident around her screwed up face, contorted by what could only be assumed to be rage. The object of Susan’s fear revolved mostly around the bat in her daughter’s tightened fists.

An ear-splitting screech exploded from Susan’s mouth as she reached for her bag, her brain defaulting to the only item of defence she had. However, time was not of the essence as the solid piece of wood collided with the side of her skull, sending her careening sideways. Splotches devoid of colour exploded across the woman’s vision as her consciousness began to fade.

With a quaking crash, the giant woman collapsed against the redwood floor, her dead weight shook loose objects atop furniture. As the black and white view of the ground began to fade, Susan watched as a mysterious liquid pooled from the side of her head. Two black boots stopped before the small puddle. Casey’s boots.

***

Dull, rhythmic thumping overcame Susan’s throbbing conscious. Multi-coloured speckles coloured the otherwise cold white surface beneath her lying form, her eyes sloppily traced towards the source of the thumps. A finger. A finger as long as she, tapping away ever-so-slightly against a marble countertop. Everything rushed back to the woman, Casey’s twisted face filled with vehemence, the cricket bat that flew into the side of her head with no hesitation. Her own daughter, Casey!

Susan tracked up the massive arm, her overclocked brain struggled to keep up with what she was seeing. Smooth pale skin that led into a tight black logo top. Casey’s left hand loosely held the shrinker against her cheek while she lazily continued tapping mere metres away from Susan’s defeated form.

Casey’s dishevelled raven hair hung low almost covering her green eyes, fear struck Susan like a train as she made eye contact with her daughter, the powerful taps stopped. Susan frantically scrambled backwards from the looming girl, there was nothing but resentment trapped behind the windows to her soul. An agonizing ache pulsed through the side of her face, had she figured out the truth?

“You’re awake,” Casey’s voice boomed across the countertop, Susan had never heard so much force behind words before. Her daughter had always had a voice a little deeper than her own but now it sounded like she spoke through a filter, the deep basso pitches filled the air as a slight buzz washed over her.

“Casey w-“

The iron fist of the terrifying raven giant slammed down beside Susan; a gust of wind brushed her hair. Copious volumes of air entered the girl’s nostrils, her eyes squeezed shut. When they opened again, their gaze lowered until they bore through her, there was a disturbing fire behind them, one that she longed to have never kindled. “Get my name out of your filthy mouth.”

Another shudder came over Susan, hair all over her body stood higher than ever. Her primal fear of shrinking was cast to the backburner as she birthed a new fear altogether. A cold sweat ran down her forehead, what kind of monster had she created.

“Twink was right,” Casey whispered as she twirled the shrinker around her finger, placing it down far out of Susan’s reach, not that she had much chance of operating it.

Susan spruced up momentarily prepared to retort and manoeuvre her way out of the situation, her mouth opened to speak, her best motherly tone activated, “please, just listen to me honey.”

“Please?” Casey scoffed, she leaned closer to her mother, encroaching her personal space with her immense size. “You’re pretty demanding for someone that fits under my boot.”

Her long fingers wrapped around Susan’s body; a choked gasp escaped her as Casey’s fist tightened. An uncomfortable warmth overcame her, only her head was visible above the tensed package of flesh. Even if she wanted to squeak a plea to her daughter, there was little chance a sound could escape from her compressed windpipes.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about what to do with you all day,” Casey’s giant emerald iris flickered with minute movements as it inspected the tiny woman. “But It’s taking everything I have to not just,” the overbearing pressure tightened further, “squeeze the life out of you right now.”

Light-headedness plagued Susan, among other things. Her life from this point on was effectively over, there was nothing to be done that could prevent her fate now. The pressure of Casey’s fist loosened, Susan took a long hoarse gasp, oxygen rejuvenated her depleted brain.

Casey’s nostrils flared momentarily, prepared to let out the pent-up feelings she’d bottled in since yesterday, few words had left her mouth since then. There hadn’t been enough time to process the traumatic event of her father passing, the words she wanted to speak were utterly jumbled inside her mind, she’d barely even had enough time to process the success of shrinking her mother.

“You disgust me.” Decidedly, she would spill whatever came to her first. “Did you think I’d never find out you little rat?” Casey’s voice thundered; the tiny woman’s hair whipped wildly about. ”Just looking at you makes my fucking blood boil. Are you really so pathetic that you would shrink your husband for money? That’s what it was all about right. Money.” Every sound that came from her mouth was enunciated with sincerity.

Susan trembled within Casey’s grasp, beginning to writhe around in panic, her daughter was absolutely correct, but how had she worked out the root cause and how on earth did she discover he was dead. In her daze, Susan muttered the question.

“Ha.” She was lowered towards the gaping maw of her daughter, plump pink lips stared back at her, the corners curled down in resentment. “Look at you, trying to squirm your way out of this.” After loosening her first, Casey immediately noticed her mother’s pathetic movements. Her digits easily overpowered the little woman, prodding her from all directions. “I’m sure you’d love to know.”

Wind swerved beneath Susan’s blonde hair, flying strands hid the zooming world around. Casey’s fist descended towards the floor, Susan instantly recognised the golden baroque patterned carpet and the bottom of her dining room table. Collapsing on all fours, Susan took multiple deep breaths, trying to calm her raging anxiety. The ground violently wobbled under her extremities; it was like nothing she had ever felt before.

“We both know the one thing we have in common.” The rumbles yearned for Susan’s attention; her eyes snapped upwards to witness two gigantic boots slam down on either side of her. Yellow rope looped its way around treads that came to her knees, creaks of leather reminded her there were monstrous feet being held hostage under that thick material. “We love being the biggest ones in the room.”

A rolling thunder rumbled over Susan as Casey began to slowly tap her foot, she watched in horror as the underside of the giant’s boot loomed above, intimidating treads lined the rubber, they were almost large enough to fit her skull.

“I was racking my brain trying to think of what could possibly be worse than grinding you to a pulp,” the massive piece of footwear landed with an emphasising thud, closer to Susan than before. The tiny woman meekly crawled away from the terrifying leather beast while the booming muses of her daughter continued above. “So, I thought to myself, what do you hate more than anything in the world.”

Casey’s torso leaned over her thighs now, her face framed by her resting palms as she sneered at the wretched figure shuffling at her feet. “Then I remembered how you reacted when we dropped to the fifth bracket. You think I didn’t notice how often you decided to work from home or asked me to get groceries. You were fucking terrified of someone looming over you, terrified of what they’d call you or how they’d treat you.”

One of the giant boots raised from the ground and nudged Susan onto her ass, the leather toe landing before her comparatively miniscule feet. Goosebumps exploded over the tiny woman’s skin as a devilish smirk grew over Casey’s deadpan features, the fire in her green eyes still burned bright.

“I’ll show you how the big treat the small.” Casey shifted her Doc Marten over Susan, the tiny woman looked lost under the encompassing rubber, only her head could be seen over the round leather toe. “Everyone likes to pretend that they work hard to earn money and live a comfortable life, and sure that’s a benefit, but there’s a drive that lies beneath that hard work, the drive for size. In the end money doesn’t really matter,” pressure began to build against the tiny mother’s chest.

The rustling of fabric and slight twang of wood signalled Casey’s lurching torso as she leaned back against the chair. Her arms crossed, an arrogant look plastered over her face, she was proud of how she articulated herself. “So you see Susan, in the end there’s only one thing that matters,” her words lingered in the air like smoke from the barrel of a gun. “Size matters.”

“Please Casey. I’m your mother,” unsure of how much longer she could withstand this, she croaked what she thought was her last breath. A sputtering cough shot from Susan’s mouth, drops of blood sprinkled the scuffed rubber on top of her, there was an overwhelming compressive force weighing down on her.

The mass lessened its intensity, Susan’s words had struck something within the raven-haired giant. “Ha… haaaa… haaaaaaa… hahahaha” Disturbing wheezing laughter echoed from above, its inflection unnervingly uncanny compared to what she expected from her daughter. Before she could fall any deeper into irrationality, Casey collected herself. “No. You’re not my mother. You’re a tiny bug squirming under my big fucking boot,” she spat with ferocity that would put even the most ruthless men to shame.

Scrambled letters and noises slammed around the walls of Susan’s thoughts; it was simply too much to bear. She burst into hideous tears; slick drops drenched her cheeks as she sobbed. Nothing was computing with her anymore and she began blubbering the phrase ‘please don’t kill me’ over and over again.

“Weren’t you listening?” Casey dropped into a condescending whisper as she leaned over her thighs, “I’m not going to kill you.” Her less than comforting words did little to ease the sobs of her mother. She pushed down against the tiny fragile body, with just enough care to not erase her from this mortal coil, “but you’re going to wish I did.” A tremendous amount of concentration held back a torrent of insults, she paused to collect her racing thoughts once again,

Susan’s eyes grew puffy as a torrent of tears continued to stream from her sockets, her skin turned clammy under tonnes of rubber and she had lost feeling to her arms and legs. Casey said she wouldn’t kill her but it certainly felt like she was on the brink of death.

“God, will you stop crying,” Casey thundered, “you haven’t even stopped for a second to think about how I feel, have you?” The boot lifted off Susan, her freed hands wrapped themselves in a protective hug. “I hadn’t seen dad in a whole month,” the giant’s bottom lip began to quiver, “I just… I just want to see him again. I left him so many voicemails, begging for him to come home.” Rubbery scrapes sounded as both pieces of footwear lurched backwards under the towering white chair, Casey’s gaze no longer lingered on her mother, instead it longingly stared at the pristine wall for a few moments before she continued. “Do you remember how many times I asked if you knew when he was coming home in that week he 'disappeared'? All you would give me was the same bullshit excuse, ‘he’s busy’.” The giant’s eye matched the shrunken woman’s, “you fucking liar.”

There was not a thing Susan could mutter to calm the emotional tyrant, unfortunately this was checkmate. Rubbing her crossed forearms over her shaking arms, she curled into a ball, the strands of the carpet tickled her balmy skin. Even after hearing her the misery in her daughter’s voice, she only longed for her safety, to be as far away as possible from this situation. A resounding thoom gripped her attention.

"Do you have nothing to say?" Casey's tone bubbled in volume until it exploded in a furious expression, "are you that fucking shameless?!" Silence sat in the air following her outburst, her loud ragged breaths dissipating as she calmed herself. “I’m gonna make your life a living hell,” the aroma of dirty rubber invaded Susan’s nostrils; the menacing tread forced itself down before her. “Every time I stomp on your disgusting little body, I’ll do it twice. Once for me and once for dad.” Susan couldn’t bear to look at Casey, terrified of accepting the reality of her position. “And the best part is, there’s nothing you can do about it,” her boastful words trembled.

Something wet landed near Susan, as she slowly rolled to take in the lumbering visage of her daughter, she found the source. A single streak ran down the side of Casey’s fair cheek before it had fallen onto the absorbent carpet below. Rainfall made of tears begun to litter the carpet.