Take the freshly-minted cog from the conveyor with a pair of tongs. Dip it into the purple vat until it’s completely submerged for two minutes. Carefully take it out and hover it under the air dryer, being careful to avoid any droplets on your skin. Place it on the drying rack for two more minutes while it shrinks in size. Place the shrunken cog back on the conveyor. 

Repeat.

Take the cog. Put it in the liquid. Wait. Hold it under the air dryer. Wait for it to shrink. Return back on the conveyor. 

Repeat. 

Take cog. Put in liquid. Wait. Dry. Shrink. Return.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Repeat. 

Bzzzzzt! The overhead speaker buzzed, marking the start of lunchtime. Cole laid down the tongs, took off his apron and gloves, then formed an orderly queue for the cafeteria. Wait. Shuffle forward. Wait. Accept tray. Accept food. Pay. Sit. Chew. Swallow. 

Something vibrating against Cole’s hip. He took out his phone. One new text message.

“Hey, I had a no-show at the residence today, want to get lunch together instead?” 

Cole’s heart leapt back into life. Colour flushed into his cheeks and his surroundings. His fingers trembled as he rapidly typed a reply. “Sure! Where?”

“That coffee place on 3rd Avenue? 1:20pm ok?”

Cole checked the time. 12:54. He’d need to drive fast, but he’d make it if he was quick. “I’ll be there!”

“<3”

Cole’s tray skittered across the table as he forcefully pushed it away and leapt to his feet, attracting a few stray looks from his coworkers, but he paid them no mind. He rushed out the dull cafeteria into an equally dull corridor and out into a dull car park. He got into his car and set off with haste, barely waiting for the arm barrier at the gate to rise before his car was roaring under it.

He glanced at himself in the mirror as he drove, seeing sunken dead eyes and a pallid complexion. He was only 27, but he had a pallor fit for a retirement home, that of a man just waiting to die. He felt like he’d just woken up minutes ago, with the prior hours being a foggy haze. But being awake also brought back the pain of existence, that constant dull ache in his heart, the ache that told him his life was empty. His job was no different to the cogs he handled, to be a faceless part of a machine that could easily replace him.

Cole slammed on the brakes as he realised he was about to run a red light. He checked the time again. 1:15pm. Looking across the intersection, he saw a long line of static traffic all the way down the street. Fuck! He wasn’t that far now, it was probably walkable… He swung the car towards the sidewalk, parked at a lopsided angle, then jumped out. He set off at a fast walk, just below what would draw attention. 

He made it to the cafe a little out of breath at exactly 1:20pm. He stood on his tiptoes as his gaze swept the tables, looking for a familiar face, but didn’t see one. He sighed with relief, he’d made it before her. He found a cosy little booth over in the corner, and settled comfortably onto a seat where he had a view of the front door.

A preppy looking blonde waitress with a fake smile and bubbly tone walked over. “Can I get you something?”

“Err… just a coffee.” replied Cole without glancing her way. His gaze was locked on the entrance. 

“Mhmm. Milk and sugar?”

“Yes,” murmured Cole, not paying attention.

“Errr… ooooooooooook? Both then.” The waitress rolled her eyes as she noted the order in her notebook. “I’ll be right back.” Her polite smile dropped the instant she turned around.

Despite sitting, Cole’s heart rate didn’t settle back to normal. It continued to rise as worries echoed around his head. Why was she late? Maybe she wasn’t coming? Maybe she was mocking him? Maybe she secretly hated him? The same mantra of fears that tormented him every night steadily rose, drowning out the light chatter of the other diners.

The chime above the front door rang and it was like time had slowed down. Poking her head through the doorway was a blonde angel. Wavy golden locks framed her gentle features, with a cute button nose and warm eyes. She wore a loose sleeveless white blouse that was noticeably less loose around her generous bust, and showed off her lightly tanned arms. Cole thought she looked so elegant as she spun around to hold the door open for an elderly couple coming in behind her, presenting her curvy rear wrapped tight in a black pencil skirt that demurely covered her thighs almost to her knees. 

Chelsea turned back around, making the small black purse hanging off her shoulder to bounce on her rump. She looked across the cafe until her eyes met Cole’s. She smiled and Cole felt like the sun had just broken through the clouds. He felt a warmth in his chest so intense he couldn’t help but smile back. She walked over and sat opposite him. 

“Sorry I’m late! Traffic’s awful this afternoon,” she said as she laid down her purse and took out her phone. 

“Oh it’s fine, I just got here,” lied Cole. 

The waitress returned with his coffee and a surprised raised eyebrow that he now had company. He gave it a sip then winced at the lack of milk, he liked it with milk. Should he say something to the waitress? But he didn’t want to cause a bother…  

“Can I get an oolong tea please? Oh, and a ham sandwich,” asked Chelsea as Cole got lost in his internal argument. She glanced down at Cole’s black coffee. “Oh, and we need some milk!”

Cole looked up at her, surprised she’d noticed. She smiled sweetly at him, and in that moment he felt like the two of them were the only two beings in the whole universe. He was so caught up in his bliss it took him a moment to realise Chelsea was waiting for him to reply.

“I asked if you wanted something to eat,” repeated Chelsea with a grin. She’d noticed his rabbit-in-headlights expression.

“Err…” Cole hesitated. The tasteless slop he’d eaten back in the cafeteria sat heavily in his stomach like a stone so he wasn’t very hungry, but… 

“Don’t worry, my treat! I was late after all, let me make it up to you~”

Cole gave a small nod. 

“Make that two ham sandwiches please!” said Chelsea to the waitress before returning her full attention to Cole. The waitress scurried off. “It’s been weeks since we caught up, so how have you been?”

Cole again hesitated, then forced a smile. “It’s, um, ok. Work is a bit dull.” The reminder of his job was like a dark cloud appearing on the horizon. 

“Your talents aren’t appreciated there! You really could do so much better than them.” 

“B-but how about you? Doing well?” asked Cole, hoping to change the topic. 

Chelsea sighed and leaned against the backrest, inadvertently pumping up her bust. “I’ve been stuck with this same apartment all week, nobody’s interested! Not a single offer.”

The waitress returned with their sandwiches and Chelsea’s tea, then made a swift exit. 

“Hey… I don’t suppose you’d be in the market for a new apartment?” asked Chelsea with a wink before tucking into her sandwich.

“Does it come with you?” murmured Cole. His eyes widened in horror as he realised he’d spoken the thought aloud.

Chelsea nearly choked on her sandwich, then burst into laughter. “Only on weekends,” she teased. She took another bite while Cole’s sandwich remained untouched. “How’s the online dating been going? Did you try using those pics I recommended?”

Cole winced again. Another sore point. He hadn’t even opened the app in months. He knew a big fat “0 matches” message would be waiting for him. Besides, how could any woman live up to Chelsea? The mere thought some other woman could consider herself Chelsea’s equal irked him. Still, he didn’t want his inner darkness to become Chelsea’s, so he lied. “It’s alright, I’ve got a date, um, next week.”

“Oh! That’s wonderful! What’s she like?” Chelsea’s whole body seemed to wriggle in eager excitement as she leaned over the table towards him. 

Cole desperately broke eye contact and scanned behind Chelsea. He spied a solitary brunette sitting at the opposite end of the cafe. “She’s, um, got brown hair, and…” he squinted as he tried to distinguish the woman’s eye colour from so far away. “Blue eyes?” 

Chelsea nodded. “Brown hair and blue eyes, so that’s your type huh?”

“No-no-no-no,” spluttered Cole, deathly afraid he’d offended the blonde and hazel-eyed Chelsea.

Chelsea put down her sandwich, reached over, and flicked a loose curl of hair from his messy fringe. “You should get a haircut. Let her see that handsome face of yours.”

Cole’s cheeks turned a deep red as he dropped his gaze to the table. He couldn’t bear looking into Chelsea’s soulful eyes right now. 

The chirpy electronic chime of a ringtone pulled Chelsea away. She looked at her phone, sighed, and answered it. 

“Hi Jeffrey.”

…

“Again?!?! But you were meant to be home tonight, I was going to cook… but… you said…”

Cole fidgeted in his chair as he heard Chelsea’s sweet tone turn cold so quickly.

“Fine!” said Chelsea sharply before ending the call. 

The silence hung in the air afterwards. Jeffrey, Chelsea’s husband, had become a sour presence hovering over them both. 

Cole tried to crack a half-smile. “Trouble in paradise?” 

Chelsea looked down at the golden wedding ring she was spinning around her finger. “Jeffrey’s spending another couple of days at his work conference.” 

“Oh… that sucks?” 

“I wouldn’t mind if he told me these things in advance, but it feels like I’m the last to know, you know what I mean?” Chelsea looked up at Cole with pleading eyes, wanting to be reassured she wasn’t some zealous controlling wife. It took all of Cole’s willpower to resist flipping over the table and embracing her in a bear hug. He felt her pain, that familiar sting of loneliness that could as easily hit those in bad relationships as those long-term single like him.

“I should go…” said Chelsea as she slipped her phone into her purse.

Cole opened his mouth to object, to tell her to stay with him, to tell her he loved her, to tell her she was worth so much more than Jeffrey provided… but he said nothing.

Chelsea rose to her feet. “This was fun! We should meet up again once I get this apartment sold.” 

“Maybe I really will buy it then…” murmured Cole. 

Chelsea laughed. “Take care! See you soon Cole.” She waved farewell then walked over to the counter to pay the waitress. Cole watched her go, feeling his heart sink in proportion to her distance from him. She walked out the cafe and colour faded from his life again. 

—

The afternoon shift was even worse than the morning shift. After being shown a brief glimpse of light, it was harder to return to the darkness that was his life. He drove home in the dark, with the short distance still taking an age due to heavy traffic. He returned to a cold two-room apartment. He flicked on the overhead light and gazed upon the near-empty living space with its row of cardboard boxes stacked along the far wall. He’d moved in over two years ago yet still hadn’t finished unpacking. It felt pointless. It was just stuff. Replaceable stuff just like him. 

He turned on the TV just to have some background noise other than the downstairs neighbours arguing. He tossed his keys onto the nearby worktop, knocking aside the two birthday cards he’d gotten months ago. One from his mother, and the other from Chelsea. He opened the cupboards, picked a random instant meal, and threw it into the microwave. It didn’t matter what he chose, all these meals tasted the same, like salty cardboard.

He settled down in front of the TV, not really watching what was going on, just letting the flashing images illuminate his silhouette on the blank wall behind him. He tried to remember his lunch meetup with Chelsea, the only memory of today that felt real, but it was difficult to focus on without the dull ache of loneliness swamping him. He closed his eyes and tried to picture her smile.

He’d met Chelsea nearly 10 years earlier when he’d been a college freshman. She’d graduated the year before, but had come to the same house-warming party as Cole as they shared a mutual friend. Her hair had been longer then, running straight past her shoulder blades, but she’d had the same cheerful smile.

Cole wanted to call it love at first sight, but in truth he’d seen a lot of pretty girls at college. When he’d seen her holding a plastic cup of cheap beer and laughing with a couple of friends he hadn’t thought much of it. He’d stayed chatting only with his male friends during the party, too anxious to socialise with people he didn’t know, and it wasn’t until the party was dying down and he was slumped against a ratty sofa that she sat down next to him and he first spoke to Chelsea.

Despite the number of times he replayed his memories, he couldn’t recall the exact words of their conversation, just that it had started with the usual awkward party chit chat. He talked about how much he hated his major, she talked about how much she hated job-hunting. But rather than ending there and going their own ways, they continued talking. Perhaps it had been the beer, perhaps it was fate, but they’d spent the next few hours sharing their dreams for the future.

It was the first time Cole had ever felt he’d really connected with someone. It wasn’t two people narrating monologues, it felt like a genuine connection. She really listened to him, and in turn he was eager to hear more about her life. Unlike all the ego-posturing he was used to among his male friends, who only seemed to share details of their life to boast, Chelsea was open about her fears and worries. But rather than seem daunted over an uncertain future, Chelsea seemed excited to find what was in store. Her cheerful tone made the future seem hopeful, something full of possibilities.

It took Cole another two beers to build the confidence to ask Chelsea for her number. The question was on the tip of his tongue when her boyfriend had leaned over the sofa and stolen a kiss from her flushed lips. Cole’s question turned to ash in his mouth as he realised she wasn’t single. He should have known, a girl like her, there was no chance… 

He’d been about to make a quiet departure when Chelsea had grabbed his hand to stop him. She took a pen and wrote her number on his palm, saying she’d had fun chatting and they should stay in touch. 

It had taken Cole another two weeks before he’d dared call the number, nearly convincing himself that it must be a prank, but Chelsea had answered. Not only did she remember him, she wanted to meet up for lunch sometime. Their shared lunches grew into a regular event, being a highpoint of Cole’s week and a chance for Chelsea to unwind with an attentive listener.

Cole set aside his cold ready meal and opened up his laptop. He loaded up Facebook, then Chelsea’s profile. She smiled at him from in front of a large 3 bedroom villa, with her gesturing towards the “FOR SALE” sign. 

Chelsea had drifted between a few jobs after graduation, but had eventually found a good fit with real estate. Her natural charm and cheerfulness was perfect, and it provided a flexibility to her life she appreciated. She could fit in trips to the gym, yoga, long lunches, and early finishes into her day.

Cole clicked on her image gallery and scrolled down to the holiday pics. Chelsea’s sublime body lay sprawled across a sunlounger wearing only a sky-blue bikini. Her tanned skin glistened with sun-block as she sipped on a cocktail with a colourful paper umbrella. Cole unzipped his pants…

Chelsea stuck with her boyfriend for two more years until she walked in on him with another woman. She was heartbroken, and she immediately sought comfort in her best friend, Cole. After half-jokingly offering to beat the shit out of her ex-boyfriend, the two of them had spent the evening drinking in his college dorm. The first time he’d gotten her to laugh through her tears was still one of his fondest memories. Seeing her smile again had meant everything. She’d fallen asleep in his arms and he’d silently vowed to keep her safe.

As part of his vow, he thought it’d be wrong to ask her out during such an emotionally difficult time. He didn’t want her to feel like he was taking advantage of her, so he kept his love for her a secret. But not everyone was so considerate, some saw emotional vulnerability as an opportunity and swooped in. It was barely a week after the breakup when Jeffrey, a mutual friend, had asked Chelsea on a date. 

Cole had laughed when Chelsea had told him, thinking that she must have turned down such a brazen request while she was on the rebound, but she’d accepted. She needed someone to hold close and Jeffrey had made himself available. 

Cole couldn’t believe it, what could she see in Jeffrey? He was an asshole whose only topic of conversation was about how awesome he was. What would Chelsea and he have to talk about? Would Jeffrey listen to Chelsea’s woes? Would he remember to ask her about the various things going on in her life? Would he take care of her? 

Cole was livid at Jeffrey for what he assumed would be a second swift break-up. But it never came. Two years later, they were married. Cole had bit back tears as he watched Chelsea walk down the aisle, looking absolutely stunning in white, his angel from heaven.

White goop splattered Chelsea’s bikini pic on the screen. He sighed, reached for a box of tissues, and wiped off the cum. What kind of friend was he to Chelsea by jerking off to her pics? She’d be disgusted to know how he really felt. He was disgusting. He didn’t deserve to live. 

Cole closed his laptop, turned off the TV, and went to bed. 

—

Cole clenched his tongs around the waiting cog, lifted it over the thick vat of liquid, and dunked it in. He tapped his heel as he waited the mandatory two minutes. These moments of idleness were probably the worst part of the job as it gave him time to think, and to count the seconds of his life ticking away.

He took the cog out of the liquid, passed it under the air dryer, then left it on the drying rack for another two minutes. He watched it slowly shrink from a hand’s length to that of his pinky finger. It felt like a mirror of his life, with his identity shrinking down to something insignificant. Only it didn’t shrink enough, to truly reflect his life it’d need to shrink to nothing. A curious thought passed his mind. What if he left the cog in longer? Would it shrink down indefinitely? Would it just… pop out of existence? 

Cole glanced over his shoulder. His supervisor was over at the other end of the conveyor belt, talking with a coworker about a baseball match the night before. Was he really going to do this? Was he going to break the rules? 

Cole took the next cog and dunked it into the liquid. He counted the seconds with growing excitement, unsure what he’d do when he reached the two minute mark. What was the worst that could happen? He’d get fired from a job he hated? The cynical smirk of the depressed crossed Cole’s lips, he couldn’t be threatened with anything worse than how he treated himself.

Two minutes passed and the cog was still submerged. Three minutes. Four. 

Cole’s tongs trembled in his grip from the prolonged hold, which felt like a good point to stop as he didn’t want to lose the cog. He lifted it out the liquid and was disappointed to see it looked no different to normal. He sighed, passed it under the air dryer, then onto the drying rack. It began shrinking down, passing the length of his ring finger, then his pinky, and then further. His eyes bulged as he saw the cog rattle on the drying rack as it began slipping through the slats, with it having become the size of a coin.

Cole overheard the approach of heavy footsteps, his supervisor! Without thinking about it, he snatched the cog and dropped it in his pocket. 

The supervisor peered over Cog’s shoulder, seeing him standing idle. 

“We don’t pay you to do fuck-all, hurry it up,” said the man before slapping Cole on the shoulder. Cole nodded nervously and picked up the next cog on the conveyor. The supervisor moved on down the line and Cole let out the breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding. A small grin crossed his face… experiment successful? 

Cole dwelled on his discovery over lunch, as he sat alone with his food untouched in front of him. This seemed like fate. He wanted to shrink and disappear from this world, and life had presented him with a way to do exactly that. He had no idea if the shrinking formula would work on organic matter as well as it did on metal, but what did he have to lose?

One problem was that the liquid baths used to dunk the cogs were far too small for him. He’d get maybe one leg in, but unless he wanted to become a pirate with a peg leg that didn’t seem much help. He’d need to try another way, and the only way he could think of to distribute the liquid throughout his body was to swallow it. That way he’d continue shrinking until he was completely gone.

He picked up a water bottle while in the cafeteria, then poured out the contents in the bathroom. In the afternoon, he waited for his supervisor to go for his cigarette break before using the tongs to dip the open bottle into the liquid and fill it up. He swiftly swung it under the air dryer before screwing on the cap, at which point he realised there was a flaw in his plan. Wouldn’t the bottle shrink? He carefully put the bottle down on the drying rack as far away from him as possible in case it exploded. 

He waited…

Nothing happened. Presumably the shrinking formula didn’t work with plastic? He took the full bottle and partially wedged it in his back pocket.

Waiting for the end of the day was always torture, but it was even more so today. He remained antsy all afternoon and was the first in line to punch out when the buzzer sounded at 5pm. He thought he’d made it when…

“Hold up there!” called his supervisor. Cole turned around slowly to see the man pointing at the bottle sticking out his rear pocket. He froze in terror, expecting to be instantly nabbed by security. 

The supervisor strolled closer. “My wife made me switch to smoothies too, I hate the stuff. Give me a bitter coffee any day, not one of those fruity goops,” he said with a grin.

Cole’s lips twitched up in a mimicry of a smile.

The supervisor slapped Cole on the shoulder as he passed by. “Have a good weekend!”

Cole wasn’t able to relax until he made it to his car and put the bottle on the passenger seat. He felt like he could cry for joy. He finally had a way out of his endless agony. He was going to shrink away to nothing, and his emotional pain would shrink with him until it too was gone. With tears streaking down his cheek, he drove out the parking lot. 

He didn’t start with a destination in mind, he could drink the bottle anywhere. But as usual when his thoughts were free to drift, they turned to Chelsea, and soon he was parked a little down her street. He didn’t want to bother her, he just wanted to feel like she was close by.

He turned off the engine and peered through the window towards her house. Unsurprisingly for a realtor, her house looked too perfect to be real. A stately three story manor with large bay windows and faux columns nestled behind a neat white picket fence and immaculately maintained lawn. It was far beyond anything Cole could afford, not that he had any use for as many rooms as that. It wasn’t like he needed guest rooms or had a wife to share it with.

As he watched, he saw the upstairs lights flick on. A familiar blonde figure was briefly backlit in the window as she pulled the blinds down. Seeing her brought an instant comfort, but also a painful pang in knowing this was the last time he’d ever see her.

He took a few hours to collect his thoughts. He wrote, deleted, rewrote, redeleted, a final message to Chelsea. He decided it’d be better if he just disappeared.

He wiped away a tear and unscrewed the bottle full of the shrinking formula. This was it. He hoped it wouldn’t hurt. He tilted the bottle upwards and started glugging it down. It tasted awful, like old gym socks put through a blender, but he wasn’t going to back out now. He kept swallowing until the bottle was empty, then threw it aside.

He waited for something to happen.

He felt a small quiver in his stomach. Was that it working or just nerves? He looked down at his limbs and his hands, trying to see any change, but they seemed normal. He sighed. It was going to suck going into work tomorrow if this didn’t work. He looked up and realised with a jolt that the steering wheel was now at head height. It was working! His shirt collar was growing loose around his neck and he felt his feet lift off the floor as he was no longer able to reach the pedals. His belt slipped down his hips and his sleeves enveloped his hands.

Cole’s breathing became rapid as he realised this was really it, the end. He tried to look across at Chelsea’s house again, but he’d sunk too far in the seat to see over the dashboard. He scrambled to stand on his car seat, causing his pants to slip down his thighs. He jumped to catch a brief glimpse of Chelsea’s house. His shoulders slipped through his collar and the shirt  settled onto the seat, leaving him standing naked. 

With him now too small to look past the dashboard even when jumping, he rested his wobbly legs and sat back down. He crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and breathed deeply. He tried to meditate, to keep his calm, to accept the coming nothingness. 

…

His butt itched. 

He tried to ignore it, but the itch grew more insistent, and eventually he had to stop his meditating to scratch it. He opened his eyes to see his shirt collar encircling his sight. He climbed to his feet to see the enormous vehicle he now sat within. He tried to estimate his new size, and from the collar that reached his midriff, he estimated he stood around the length of a ring-finger.

The world looked so different at this height. What was once insignificant was now dominant. Cupholders he’d barely noticed before were now the size of a hot-tub, and the individual seams in the seat were like a thick hemp rope. He marvelled at a world he’d taken for granted, realising how remarkable even the most mundane things were. Thoughts of departing this world seemed a little less attractive. He wanted to explore, he wanted to experience things anew! 

He anxiously looked down at his nude body, patting his chest and crotch, trying to tell if he was still shrinking. He was a little disappointed his cock had shrunk in proportion with the rest of him, but nothing seemed to be changing further, he’d reached his minimum height. 

He sighed in relief, but then a new wave of worries began. How was he going to survive like this? He couldn’t go to work anymore. How would he get back to his apartment? He couldn’t drive, and the formerly walkable few miles to his apartment would now be a feat even Frodo Baggins would have baulked at. 

But first things first, he should get a better grip on his current situation and look around. He began climbing up the interior of the car door, leaping to grab the handle, then pull himself up to the window. He got there just as a thud, thud, thud, rattled the glass as a heavy rain started. He peered through the rain-streaked glass at a vast world, with residential homes the size of mountains and trees like skyscrapers.

Cole started to hyperventilate at the vast size of what lay before him, and how helpless he was in it. This world wasn’t made for his height. He’d never survive! He slumped down and laid his forehead onto the glass. He thought of all the things he was going to miss, and Chelsea’s smiling face immediately crossed his mind. Chelsea… Chelsea! She’d help him! He looked out the window and across the street. It wasn’t that far, he could maybe make that, but first he had to find a way out of the car. He shuffled along the window sill to line himself up with the car handle below. He didn’t want to miss, it’d be a big fall otherwise. 

He took a deep breath, and carefully slid off the edge. His feet swung in the air as he dropped, until he managed to reach out and wrap his arms tight around the handle. He took another deep breath before proceeding further. He laid both feet against the door interior, then pushed away, pulling the handle with him. He groaned with the effort, but the handle moved. A heavy thunk sounded in the door and it swung open a couple of inches. Not much of a gap, but it was enough for Cole. He gritted his teeth, then dropped to the car floor, then through the gap onto the street below. 

He shivered as he felt the cold evening wind and rain splatter his bare skin, reminding him of his nudity. But this was no time for modesty. He looked down the street from underneath the car just as a van flew past, spraying water to either side and knocking Cole from his feet. He slid painfully across the asphalt before coming to a halt. He spluttered, coughing out the rainwater, then staggered back to the side of the road. He looked across its gulf, stretching like the width of a football field. Cole had never been especially athletic and he didn’t relish running across it, but resolve filled his veins. 

Not seeing any vehicles coming, Cole broke into a sprint. Once he got midway across, a pair of headlights illuminated his tiny nude figure. He sped up. He heard the car engine rapidly approaching, he wasn’t going to make it! At the last moment he dropped into a ball, covering his head and hoping he wouldn’t be flattened. The car passed over him like a jumbo jet, deafeningly loud and shaking his whole body, but was gone in a flash. His legs trembled as he stood back up. He didn’t want to try his luck again so he returned to his sprint. 

He made it to the other side and climbed up the sidewalk step that was as tall as he was, getting his chest muddy as he clambered up. He glanced around to check his bearings, then headed into the nearby bushes. What had before been a bush barely worth a glance was now a rainforest of tangled roots that stretched high into the heavens. Fortunately at his height it was easy to find a path through the interlinked branches, and it was nice to be out of the rain. 

It took him ten minutes to reach the far end of the hedge, and then there was another one, and then finally he was at Chelsea’s garden. Never had he been so glad that her husband kept a well-trimmed lawn. The grass still reached waist height, but he was able to make headway through it as he headed for her front balcony. 

He had to leap up to grab each step, then lift himself up onto the wooden patio. He was shaking and out of breath afterwards, but he’d made it! He looked up at the enormous wooden door and with a stomach-lurch, realised he had no way to get in. Chelsea would never hear him knock. He’d thought his old life was hard, but being tiny was seemingly one insurmountable challenge after another. He wasn’t going to give up now though. He looked up the wooden trellis arcing around the door, with the honeysuckle wrapping its vines around it. That would do, as long as he didn’t look down… 

He started climbing up the vines, feeling invigorated in a way he’d not felt for years. He’d gotten so used to emotional problems that seemed to have no solution that having a physical task that had a clear solution felt exhilarating. He grinned as he got higher, until finally coming level with the doorbell at the side of the door. He gripped the vines especially tight, then swung his leg out, kicking the button. 

DING DONG! He nearly lost his grip as the electronic chime seemed as loud as a cathedral’s bells. He waited with baited breath, then nearly cried for joy when he heard a rustle on the other side of the door. The door clicked, then swung inwards. Chelsea stood on the other side, peeking out from behind the door. It seemed she wasn’t expecting company as she only wore a loose fitting long-sleeved stripy top and silken pyjama shorts. 

“Hello?” she called, peering out suspiciously at the empty porch. 

“Over here!” yelled Cole, struggling to be heard over the rain. 

Chelsea squinted and poked her head out a little further, glancing to the left and right.

With a lurch of despair, Cole realised Chelsea wasn’t going to notice him. She shook her head in annoyance and stepped back, then began swinging the door closed. Cole gripped the vine tight, then yanked it free of the trellis, using it as a rope to swing towards the door. 

“CHELSEEEeeeeeeEEEEA!” he screamed while swinging through the air. He felt his strength falter and his grip began to weaken. The leaves snapped off the vine and he began tumbling through the air.

Chelsea flinched on seeing something fly towards her, but on seeing it start to fall she reflexly reached out and caught it in both hands. “What…?” Her hands were cupped tight around the creature. She cautiously unfurled her hands, hoping whatever it was wouldn’t bite her. Her mouth dropped open in shock as she saw the tiny dirty figure within. Despite the mud and dishevelled appearance, she recognised her best friend instantly.

“C-Cole?” she whispered, not quite believing this was real. 

“Chelsea!” gasped Cole in relief, before slumping into her grip. His whole body shook as the adrenalin wore off and exhaustion took him.

“Oh my god, Cole!” said Chelsea in a panic, feeling how cold and wet he was. She closed her hands around him, keeping him warm between her palms as she stepped back inside and used her butt to nudge the door closed. She dashed from the hallway to the living room and settled down cross-legged on the thick-cushioned two-seater sofa. She laid her hands on her lap, then slowly unfurled them. 

“Chelsea…” murmured Cole with a weak smile. 

She smiled back at him and giggled, relieved to see he was ok. “W-what on earth are you doing here? What happened to you?” she asked while using her sleeve to dab at his wet body, wiping off the rain and muck.

“It’s, um, a long story?” said Cole, suddenly feeling guilty over what he’d nearly done. What if he’d really died? How would Chelsea have felt then? “There was… an accident?” 

“Hmm…” Chelsea’s lips firmed up into a narrow line as she looked down at Cole sceptically. But she didn’t want to press him on it while he clearly needed help, so she continued rubbing her thumbs in circles against his chest through her sleeve, drying him off before moving down his body. Only now did she realise he was naked and her cheeks took on a light blush, but she didn’t stop. He needed to be dried off! 

Cole grunted and tried to hold still as Chelsea’s thumbs rubbed between his thighs, hoping he didn’t get an erection. He felt his dick flap from side to side with the force of her rubbing, but he couldn’t back off with his butt resting in the cup of her palm. He tried to avoid eye contact while she finished cleaning him up. 

Chelsea did the same in avoiding eye contact. She kept rubbing him until he felt warm and dry to the touch. She tried not to think about which parts of him she was currently touching. Once finished, she lifted her hands up to head height, getting a closer look at her best friend. She still couldn’t quite believe it. Was this really Cole? But that tousled hair, those familiar eyes, she’d never mistake that embarrassed smile of his. 

Cole gazed up at Chelsea’s enormous face in wonder. While she might be a body’s length away from him at his current height, this would once have been deemed kissing distance at his former height. He could see every pore, the smooth curve of her skin, the cute dent in her chin, and the gentle arc of her lips. 

The two of them stared at each other in silence for a few moments, seeing both the familiar and unfamiliar. Cole didn’t know what the future held, but he felt safe in Chelsea’s hands.

“Oh!” squeaked Chelsea as she accidentally caught a glimpse of his dick. She blushed and turned away, her blonde hair whipping around to brush Cole’s bare skin before she lowered her hands to her lap. “Err… I’ll be right back.” she said as she leapt up then gently put him down on the warmed spot of the sofa she’d just sat in. She rushed out the room, leaving Cole with just the sound of the ticking clock on the mantelpiece. 

As befitting a realtor, the living room was immaculate, with tasteful cream wallpaper, a mahogany fireplace, dark wood furnishings, twin sofas, and a glass coffee table with a couple of fashion magazines artfully stacked. Despite the professional aesthetic, Cole still picked up little details he recognised as Chelsea’s. Her favourite colours manifested in the flowers on the windowsill, the little wooden animals hidden in alcoves which she picked up at craft markets, and the cosy woollen blanket folded up in the corner, a hand-knitted gift from her grandmother. This room was full of positive associations if you knew where to look. 

Chelsea returned a couple of minutes later carrying a teensy stuffed teddy bear, from which she was strippping an equally teensy jacket and pants. 

“Ta-da!” she exclaimed, holding out the bear’s clothing for Cole’s inspection. Cole reached and took the clothing. Chelsea looked from the clothing to him with a slight frown. “Might be a bit big for you, but it’s better than nothing!” 

Cole couldn’t help chuckling to himself as he put on the pants and jacket, feeling like he was putting on a clown costume with how loose it hung off him. Still, putting on clothes made him feel more like a person again. 

“You still play with dolls?” he teased, feeling more like his regular self. 

“Hey! You’d be all out of luck if it weren’t for those dolls!” replied Chelsea as she sat down next to him, bouncing him into the air as her weight wobbled the cushion. She giggled as she grabbed him before he rolled off the front, then carried him back to sit on her bare thighs, just below where her shorts ended.

After a few moments enjoying the comfortable atmosphere, Chelsea took a deep breath and her smile faded. “Cole. What really happened? Please tell me honestly.”

Cole froze, feeling his depression surge to seize his body, returning him to his emotional cage. He tried to speak, but his throat choked up. He didn’t know what to say. 

“It’s ok Cole, I’m here for you. Please, just tell me.” said Chelsea softly as she stroked the back of his head with a fingertip.

Cole sat in silence for a few moments, then started talking. He told her how trapped he felt in his life. How hopeless it was. How alone he felt in his apartment every evening. How he’d… tried to end it all by drinking the shrinking formula. Once he started it was like a torrent that wouldn’t stop. Sad feelings he’d never told anyone came pouring out. Chelsea didn’t say a word, she just sat with him, listening, with a single tear running down her cheek.

When he’d finished, she silently scooped him up in her hands and brought him up to her chest, pressing him lightly against her bust, a bed as soft as a cloud. She rocked him there for a while, stroking his back, giving him her warmth.

Cole wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that. He wouldn’t have minded if it was forever. But eventually Chelsea lowered him back to her lap. She gave him a broken smile. 

“What am I going to do with you?” she asked. “I don’t trust the authorities, they won’t care for you properly. I can’t take you to your apartment, it’s not safe for you to be alone. I think… maybe you should stay with me for a while? At least until you’re feeling better about yourself?”

Cole didn’t have the words to respond, his voice was hoarse from his monologue so he just nodded.

“I’ll take good care of you,” said Chelsea as she scooped him back up to cradle him against her chest like a tiny baby. Her face disappeared behind the bosom above him. She carried him upstairs and into the bedroom. She removed some of the dozen cushions inhabiting the queen-sized bed, then carefully put him down on the right side pillow. She then flipped over the quilt corner, tugged down the bedsheet, and climbed into bed alongside him, still wearing the same striped top and pyjama shorts. Her legs slid under the sheets with a soft swish and muffled creak of the mattress. She snuggled under the covers and laid her head down on the adjoining pillow to his.

“Everything will be better in the morning, we can sort through things then,” she said softly. “Until then, let’s get some sleep. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.” 

Cole remained silent, feeling too emotionally exhausted to do anything other than smile and nod. Sharing his inner pain felt akin to freeing himself of them, and while he might hear their faint howls in the distance, they no longer had their teeth in his flesh. The fact that Chelsea had listened and not turned away, hadn’t just dumped him outside with a “oh well, that’s sad but not my problem,” meant more than he could ever express. For the first time in longer than he dared remember, he felt loved.

He watched Chelsea close her eyes and slow her breathing as she drifted to sleep. She was more beautiful now than ever, and no matter how tired his eyes got, he didn’t want to miss a bit of it. His gaze followed a strand of her hair drooping over her face, drifting up and down as she breathed. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down…

— 

When Cole opened his eyes he wasn’t sure if he was still dreaming or not. Sunlight streaked through the thin curtains to illuminate the enormous stretch of rumpled white bedsheets before him. He faintly heard rain as he sat up and looked around. There were a pair of dressers at either side of the bed, and a pair of wardrobes standing at the far end of the room. “His/hers” signs hung off the wardrobe doors, with “hers” swung open to show it bursting with colourful outfits. Cole recognised some of them, having memorised Chelsea’s appearance in them. 

The rain stopped, and a few seconds later the bathroom door swung open and Chelsea walked in with a white towel hanging from around her bust. 

“Good morning sleepyhead!” she said as she walked over to her wardrobe and started taking out outfits. She looked over each one for a few moments before hanging it back up. Cole watched her for a few minutes, admiring the way her hair sparkled in the sunlight and stealing glances at the smooth skin of her upper thighs that peeked out under the towel. 

Chelsea spun around to face Cole and draped a strapless pink top across her bust, then swung it away and replaced it with a long-sleeve white blouse. “Pink or white, what’d you think?”

“Err… pink?” Cole didn’t want to admit he picked the top that would expose more skin. 

“Thank yooooooou,” sang Chelsea as she disappeared back into the bathroom, then reemerged a couple of minutes later wearing the pink top with a matching white pencil skirt, narrow-waist blazer, and nylon stockings. “What’d you think?” she asked as she did a twirl. 

“You look… amazing!” said Cole with complete honesty. 

Chelsea beamed a happy smile back at him, then scooped him up in her hands and carried him down to the kitchen. She sat him down on the circular wooden table as she got herself a yoghurt. She was going to offer to make some cereal, but as the cereal bowl would be bigger than he was, so instead they shared the yoghurt. She dipped her spoon into the pot, giving him a chance to lick the tip, before that same spoon disappeared between her lips. It reappeared all shiny, having been thoroughly licked clean. 

“I have a house showing this afternoon,” said Chelsea. “It’ll just be for a few hours, then we can look for a solution for your… size problem.”

Cole nodded despite being unsure what kind of solution would even be possible, or even if he wanted a solution found. “So, am I staying here?” 

Chelsea shook her head. “I’m not leaving you alone! What if you do something silly again?” A subtle wince crossed her face on mention of what he’d nearly done, and Cole felt a pang of guilt that he’d caused her that pain. “You’ll be staying close to me.” She scooped him back up again and brought him close to her chest. “Nothing bad is ever going to happen to you while I’m close.”

Cole struggled to resist a sudden sob at how much all this meant to him. From the way Chelsea cradled him in her grasp, he felt like she knew how he felt. After a few minutes of silent companionship, she flipped open her blazer to show a hidden interior pocket. She carefully tilted her hand over the opening and Cole climbed in. He fit snugly between two silken layers.

Chelsea checked he was comfy before flipping the blazer closed, with Cole coming to rest against her left hip. She held her hand protectively over the small bulge he made on the other side as she got up, put on her heels, and headed out to the car.

Sandwiched in Chelsea’s clothing, Cole felt so safe. He had vague flashbacks of being pushed in a pram as a child, of knowing someone bigger and stronger than him was watching over him and keeping him safe. He felt like he could fall asleep here, but he didn’t want to miss an instant of it. 

He rattled against her thighs as she drove to the show house, then felt himself swinging back and forth as she walked through the building, inspecting each room and tweaking the flower arrangements and framed photos.

She greeted the first visitor, a lone businesswoman looking to move out of the big city and into the suburbs, and took her around the house. Cole let Chelsea’s sales patter drift over him, the words didn’t matter, he just liked listening to her voice.

The morning wore on and it gradually grew warmer in the pocket. Cole was sweating and the doll’s outfit was sticking to his skin. As lunchtime approached, Chelsea pulled back her blazer and carefully pulled him out the pocket with her fingers hooking under his armpits. He looked around and saw he was in the bedroom. Chelsea put him down on the edge of the bed while she took off and folded her jacket, leaving her arms and shoulders bare.

“Aaaaaaaaaah, that’s better!” she cried as she stretched her arms to the ceiling, arching her back and thrusting her bust forwards. “It gets tiring being on your feet all day. How about you Cole, are you doing alright?” 

“Y-yeah, it’s fine!”

“Oh good! I was worried you might be uncomfortable. But we’re free for an hour now.” 

The two of them hung in companionable silence for a few moments before Chelsea continued. “So… what’d you think of the place?”

Cole spun around to look at the pink wallpaper, pink curtains, pink furniture, and pink bedsheets. “Err… maybe not quite my style?” 

Chelsea laughed. “Yeah, seriously, this place has been a bitch to sell.” She scooped Cole back into her palm and began giving him a tour of the rest of the house, with the two of them giggling as they made fun of the decor. They made it down to the living room, where Chelsea was dying over the cat cushions, when there was a sudden knock at the front door.

Chelsea looked down at Cole with wide eyed surprise. She peered out the front window. “Shit, it’s the 1pm couple. They’re early! What are we going to do…” The blazer had been left upstairs. She glanced down her body, neither her top nor skirt offered any pockets. 

“Maybe you could hide me under a cushion or something?” 

“That’s far too dangerous! What if they sat on you or something?” 

There was another louder knock at the door.

“Shit, shit, shit.” muttered Chelsea. “There’s only one way, I’m sorry Cole…” She didn’t have time to explain as she lifted him up to her bust with one hand, then used the other to pinch the front of her top and tug it forwards, showing off the double mounds packed tight in her bra.

“W-what?” cried Cole as Chelsea tipped her palm towards her exposed cleavage. Cole’s feet slipped between her breasts until his hips got jammed. Chelsea laid her finger on his head and pushed him deeper, past his waist, then his chest, until only his arms and head poked out between her melons.  

“It’ll only be for a few minutes,” whispered Chelsea as she laid her chin on her chest, trying to peer down at him, then released her grip on her top. The elastic snapped back into place, enveloping Cole and holding him snugly in place. He could vaguely see through the stretched fabric as Chelsea hurried down the hallway and opened the front door.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you! You must be the Millers? Welcome!” said Chelsea cheerfully to the young couple standing outside.

Cole felt sure they’d notice the bulge in the middle of her top. The husband’s eyes started to stray that way, but a swift poke and scowl from his young wife lifted his gaze back up to Chelsea’s face.

Cole sighed in relief, before being bounced around as Chelsea began walking back through the house. He felt Chelsea’s warm skin rub against both sides of his body, feeling like being sandwiched between two water beds. He felt himself sinking deeper into her bust with each wobble, so started to squirm. Chelsea gasped and clasped her hand over her bust. 

“Are you alright?” asked the young wife. 

“Oh yes, just, um, a hot flush. It’s been a warm day.” replied Chelsea. 

Cole felt his butt nudge something elastic, slowing his gradual envelopment by Chelsea’s breasts. He looked down to see the black lace of a bra strap, and then got an up close view as his face was forced against the inner half-cup. He stretched out his arms to either side, trying to grab anything firm to pull himself up with, and felt something hard on Chelsea’s smooth skin and gripped it tight. 

Chelsea nearly jumped out her heels as her nipple was squeezed. “And these… err.. Cushions…” she gasped as she struggled to focus on her sales pitch.

Cole found a more stable position resting within the underside of Chelsea’s bra, using it like a hammock, with her breast resting on his chest. However the constant rubbing of her skin on him had tugged his loose doll-clothing down his thighs to leave his dick flattened against her soft breast. He tried to climb back up, but got wedged with his crotch against her nipple.

Chelsea was conflicted between executing the tour quickly and not moving too fast, for each step resulted in her right nipple rubbing over Cole’s erect dick and flipping it over.

Cole bit his lower lip, trying to think of summer flower fields and waterfalls, anything relaxing, and not Chelsea’s hot sweaty body pressed against him. The tour seemed to be taking forever, just how big was this house? Did they really need a tour of the garage too?

Chelsea rushed the guests through the house and back to the hallway where she tried to bid them goodbye, but they seemed to have an endless series of questions. She felt like a child in need of a toilet break as she squeezed her thighs together and hovered her arms over her bust, trying to hide the tiny bump rocking on her nipple. Her hands couldn’t stay still as they ran up and down her arms, with her skin feeling hypersensitive after the prolonged sensual stimulation of her nipple.

Chelsea held a fixed smile as the woman rambled on, with her thoughts only on the sensations against her bosom. She subtly swayed her folded arms up and down over her bra, squeezing Cole and tossing him up and down in a regular rhythm. 

It was with a relieved sigh she eventually got to wave goodbye to the couple and immediately slam shut the door. She spun around to rest her back on the door and slide down onto the floor, with her legs trembling beneath her. She flipped her top’s shoulder straps over her arms and pulled them down, unfurling her top and bra. She carefully dipped one hand into the right cup, feeling the squirming figure of Cole against her fingertips, then scooped him out. The bra snapped back into place back over her nipple as she looked down at the half-nude Cole, with his pants down at his ankles.

“I’m sorry, I was trying to get out…” said Cole as he pulled them back up. 

“It’s ok, I’m sorry for not asking you beforehand,” replied Chelsea red-faced. She noticed both her nipple and fingertips felt sticky, and saw a drop of white goop smearing her fingers. Unable to resist, she gave her fingertips a lick clean. That salty taste… she’d know that anywhere. “At least you seem to have enjoyed it,” said Chelsea with a giggle, breaking the awkward atmosphere. 

Cole turned as red as Chelsea.

“Let’s get you somewhere a little comfier,” said Chelsea as she struggled back to her feet and headed upstairs. She put her blazer back on and popped Cole into the inside pocket. 

They didn’t speak again that afternoon, but were intimately aware of the other’s presence. Chelsea hovered her hand over her blazer bump frequently, seemingly wanting to stroke it but holding back. Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, the afternoon was over and Chelsea could head home.

She let him sit on the car dash as they drove home, assuming that any passerby would mistake Cole for an action figure. Once back inside, she put him down on the sofa and turned on the TV for him, then went off to make dinner for them both.

Cole wasn’t interested in the TV comedy show, it was a repeat he’d seen before, but he did enjoy being here. He enjoyed being with Chelsea, of acting like they were living normally together, or perhaps even married.

She came to collect him when the meal was ready, carrying him to the wooden table in the kitchen where she’d lit a candle and poured herself a glass of wine, with a thimbleful of wine for Cole. At his size the plate would be too big to eat off, so she sat him on the edge of her plate. She laid out a tangled mat of noodles, topped with tofu fried in a black bean sauce. She used her fork to stab a single piece of tofu and wrap up one noodle strand from her plate, which she then put out in front of Cole. 

“I hope you like it,” she said before tucking into her meal and slurping up the noodles. They seemed to whip against her lips like they were alive. 

Cole could either take a bite of the tofu or the noodle, there wasn’t room in his mouth for both. He nibbled a bit on the tofu and was surprised how much he liked it.

“Good?” asked Chelsea.

Cole nodded and continued to eat. 

“I’ll try to get more ingredients you like in stock, now you’re staying with me.” Chelsea said this offhand as a mere verbal addition to her shopping list, but for Cole it was so much more. It was a reminder that this was his home now, with Chelsea, and it filled him with warmth.

After dinner, Chelsea said she wanted to try researching his condition on her laptop, maybe find a cure or at least how to manage it. He offered to help, but at his size there wasn’t much he could do except look over her shoulder, so she again put Cole in front of the TV while she replaced her plate with a laptop in the kitchen. 

A couple of hours passed. 

Cole yawned as the film credits scrolled up the screen. It hadn’t been anything special, but it’d taken his mind off his state for a while. He’d expected Chelsea to join him midway through, but she still seemed busy. He sat there waiting for another few minutes, kicking his legs against the sofa as his mind drifted to what she might have found online. 

With growing impatience, he realised this was ridiculous. He wasn’t a baby, he was a grown man! He could make it from the living room to the kitchen by himself. He looked down from the seat at the carpet below him. It was like the height of a two story building and it made his stomach flip just imagining falling. But was it really that dangerous? Small animals didn’t seem to mind such drops. He shuffled closer to the edge, then slowly lowered his legs over the curve of the seat cushion. His careful movement became faster as he started to slip, then became too fast as he fell with a fearful yell. 

He hit the carpet, forming a crumpled lump of limbs. He grunted and held his position, waiting for the agony of broken bones… He felt fine. He rose to his feet and brushed off a few flecks of dust. 

He set off for the kitchen with new-found confidence. Maybe he wasn’t as vulnerable as he’d feared. He found Chelsea perched on the edge of her seat, avidly reading something on her laptop.

“Hey!” he cried from the floor, waving his arms. 

Chelsea didn’t react. 

“Chelseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeea!” he yelled. 

She nearly jumped from her seat in her haste to slam her laptop shut. She looked down at him with flushed cheeks. “Oh, Cole! Is, um, the film finished? Sorry, I got a bit distracted…” She averted her gaze from him.

“Did you find any solutions?” asked Cole with a note of hesitation. He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted his state to be solved, but wasn’t ready to say so.

“Err… no. I tried doing a search for ‘shrunken man,’ but the results…” Her cheeks turned an even darker shade. “The internet sure is a strange place isn’t it?” she added with an awkward giggle before rising from her seat. 

Cole swiftly dropped his gaze as he realised he could see up Chelsea’s  skirt from down here, catching a glimpse of creamy skin deep in shadow above her stockings, and above that…

“It’s gotten late hasn’t it, time for bed?” she asked. Cole agreed and she took him upstairs. He watched her from the bed as she undressed, swaying her hips as she unbuttoned her pencil skirt and eased it down her wide hips and thick thighs. She followed this by rolling down her stockings and plucking it from her toes. A pair of black lace panties poked out the underside of her top, whose hem was resting snugly on her curvy ass. She tucked her fingers under the sides of her top and lifted it up, unveiling her chest and the black half-cup bra he’d gotten so intimately acquainted with this afternoon. He noticed a tiny white stain on the front of one bra cup, a relic of his occupancy there, and he prayed Chelsea wouldn’t notice. She flung her top onto a stack of laundry beside her wardrobe along with her skirt, then twisted around to look over at him.

“I’m taking a quick shower. Do you need a wash too?” she asked. 

Cole nearly choked. Was she asking him to shower with her? He couldn’t do that, she was married! 

“Come on you stinky-head~” teased Chelsea as she plucked him from the bed and carried him into the adjoining bathroom. A small sink sat alongside a toilet and shower cubicle with frosted glass. A long mirror stretched across the wall with the sink, with an equally long shelf that was densely packed with various colourful hair and beauty products.

Chelsea sat Cole on the edge of the sink, then plugged it and ran the hot water tap. Her fingers skimmed over the selection of shelved bottles, and she settled on a purple bottle labelled as lavender and waterlily scented, then poured a couple of drops in. She swirled it around with her fingertip, making a thick froth of bubbles. 

“There you go, enjoy!” said Chelsea with a grin. She covered her eyes with one hand. “I won’t look!”

Cole swiftly stripped off his doll pants and top then slid down the side of the sink and into the warm water. He was relieved that the bubbles covered his nudity, and he took the opportunity to gaze up at Chelsea’s shapely body, especially the plump breasts hugged tight by her bra.

Chelsea peeked through a gap in her fingers. “Are you done?” 

“Yeah, I’m in.” replied Cole.

Chelsea smiled at him as she lowered her hands. “I’ll just be a few minutes,” She tip-toed into the shower cubicle, but kept the door cracked open just enough for her to toss out her bra and panties to land in a heap on the tiled floor, then turned on the shower. 

Cole closely watched Chelsea’s silhouette through the frosted glass. The shifting curves and distortions of her skin was like recalling a hazy dream, but if he paid close enough attention he could just make out the pinker spots that marked her nipples.

He couldn’t resist touching himself at the sight, knowing that she was nude and covered in bubbles just a metre away from him, with her hands caressing her long limbs, squeezing her supple body… 

When Chelsea finished her shower ten minutes later, Cole had something more in his bathwater than just bubbles. She opened the cubicle door to stretch out a wet arm towards the white towels hung up on the adjacent wall. Her fingers plucked at the nearest towel, dislodging it from the bar as it slumped to the floor. 

“Shit…” murmured Chelsea. “Cover your eyes Cole!”

Cole covered his eyes, but left just enough of a gap to see through. At his tiny size, Chelsea wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. 

Chelsea stepped out the shower with her left arm across her bust, leaving her generous breasts bulging out either side. Her damp hair stuck to her shoulders, with rivulets of water running down the many curves of her figure, past her chest, around her wide hips, and onto her thighs. Cole caught a brief glimpse of a trimmed tuft of dark pubic hair between her legs as she crouched down to pick up the towel, then swivelled around to give him a fine view of her divine ass before stepping back into the cubicle. 

He’d never known Chelsea dyed her hair blonde, he’d thought it was natural, but her pubic hair disagreed. He felt a little guilty at peeping, but also thrilled to know something new about his best friend.

A minute later Chelsea reemerged with a wave of steam and the towel wrapped around her chest. Cole breathed deeply, knowing the moisture he smelt was the same steam that had been hugging Chelsea’s body.

“Aren’t baths wonderful? They always make me feel so relaxed,” said Chelsea as she came over to the sink to check on Cole. She laid out a second towel, then reached into the bowl to scoop Cole out. Her fingers tucked under his bare butt and legs before he was lifted out and deposited onto the towel. She flipped the corner of it over him, completely covering him as she dried him off. 

Cole gasped as he felt his whole body poked and rubbed through the towel. Nowhere was safe, and being flattened meant he couldn’t cover his crotch. His hardening dick poked up the towel like a small tent, only to be pushed back down by Chelsea’s finger. 

Chelsea giggled as she felt his tiny body through the towel, detecting the lumps of his arms, legs, head, and between his legs… oh! That was new… She turned her head away before tugging back on the towel flap, releasing Cole from his brief captivity. He lay gasping for a few moments before crawling over to his doll’s clothing and putting the pants back on. He was about to put on the top when Chelsea snatched it away. 

“That’s probably a bit dirty now isn’t it?” she said while eyeing the tiny shirt. “I’ll get you something fresh tomorrow.” She crumpled it up and tossed it into the waste bin. She then carefully scooped Cole up and carried him back to the bedroom, where she once again laid him on the right side pillow. She strutted over to her wardrobe, took out a sheer silver negligee on a hanger, and returned to the bathroom. She returned a few moments later, having replaced the towel across her chest with the negligee. It draped close to her body, showing the clear outline of her perky breasts and the tips of her nipples. Cole was mesmerised by the sway of those breasts, unsupported by any bra, as they bounced under the thin silk. 

She crawled into bed alongside Cole and got herself comfortable. She lay on her side as she looked over at him. Cole wondered if he should say something, should he wish her goodnight? But he didn’t want to close his eyes…

Chelsea abruptly lurched forward, with her face eclipsing Cole’s whole vision and her pursed lips swiftly approaching him. Her upper lip pressed against his bare chest, while her lower lip nudged his crotch, sandwiching him against the pillow. His whole world went dark, and for a moment he had a crazy thought that she was going to eat him, but then she pulled back from her kiss. 

The two of them looked at each other from across their pillows, with Cole eyes wide in surprise and Chelsea’s wide with desire. She bit her lower lip…

“Goodnight Cole,” she said before turning away from him and turning off the light.

It took Cole a while to relax in the dark after that. His thoughts raced as he tried to work out what had just happened. Was that just a… friend kiss? What was he to Chelsea now? What was she to him? Friend, protector… more? It took a long time for him to fall asleep.

—

Cole awoke with a faint light disturbing him. Was it morning already? It felt like he hadn’t slept at all. He sat up on the pillow and saw the light wasn’t coming through the window curtains, it was coming from alongside him. Silhouetting the rise and fall of Chelsea’s hip to waist was her laptop. She had it on the bed alongside her as she faced away from him. 

He rubbed his eyes, struggling to focus. He quietly stood up on the pillow, giving him a glimpse of the screen. He saw Chelsea had a web browser open for a site named giantessworld. She had a couple of images loaded up on the screen, depicting women with their mouths open and a tiny nude man trapped on each of their tongues. It was kind of sensual, but also… Cole felt a shiver of fear as he realised they were prepared to eat the shrunken men. Was it just pretend? He was fairly sure the photos were fake, but his understanding of what was possible or not seemed to have been upended these past couple of days. 

As his other senses woke up, he heard a subtle rustling of the sheets. A rhythmic rustle interspaced with a faint wet schlurp. It was coming from Chelsea. She had one hand on the mouse, and the other disappeared between her legs. The thin bed sheet over her hips shook in time with the rustling, a shake that got faster and faster in time with Chelsea’s stifled gasps. Was she…? To those images…?

Chelsea grabbed the edge of her pillow and pressed it over her open mouth as she let out a muffled moan. Her whole body shuddered, shaking the bed, and nearly making Cole topple over. The rhythmic rustling stopped and Chelsea reached forward with wet fingers to close her laptop. 

Cole’s view of Chelsea disappeared as she closed the screen. He could only listen to her breathing as it slowed back to normal. Hearing her in the dark while being unable to see her somehow made her feel even closer. He imagined her crouching over him, her enormous figure dwarfing his, bringing her face closer, and engulfing his whole body between her soft lips. 

His dick popped to attention and he silently reached into his pants and gave the shaft the stroke. He thought of Chelsea’s tongue rubbing down his whole body, tasting him and coating his dick in drool.

It didn’t take him long to climax. He lay back on the pillow afterwards, listening to Chelsea’s breathing, and wondering if she was listening to his…

Cole drifted awake on the ups and downs of a cheerful hum. He recognised the voice even without words, it was a voice that both blessed and haunted his dreams, tormenting him with what could have been. If only he’d asked her out… 

His eyes opened to white lace frills and cream sheets. The pillow he lay upon seemed to stretch to the horizon, with him in the small sunken indent his shrunken body created. For a moment Cole thought he must still be dreaming, that he’d become the fly on the wall he’d often fantasised about, getting to glimpse the day-to-day life of the love of his life. 

He rubbed his eyes as he tried to focus on the blurry outline moving to his right. Coming into view, like an angel made flesh, was Chelsea. She hovered over the seat of her vanity to lean towards the mirror and closely examine her reflection. The silver negligee draped over her curvy rear had risen just enough to give Cole a glimpse of the white satin panties she wore underneath. She was fixated on inserting a pair of small pearl earrings. When finished, she smiled and tilted her head to admire them, while Cole continued to admire her curvy figure. Her gaze in the mirror shifted as she saw his tiny reflection sit up, and she turned around with a wide smile.

“Good morning Cole! Did you sleep well?”

“Err… yeah,” croaked Cole. He shook his head as he tried to rouse himself from sleep. He still felt tired after a night spent obsessing about what he’d seen on Chelsea’s laptop. Had it been real? It seemed like a dream now. Surely she couldn’t be into… that? He shivered as he recalled the imagery of various women holding, toying with, and sometimes even eating tiny men. The thought sent a fearful shot down his spine, but his limp cock twitched upwards.

“I’m just going to finish getting tidied up, then we can have breakfast!” said Chelsea as she stood up and headed towards the ensuite bathroom. Cole’s gaze followed her, and as she stepped through the beam of sunlight coming through the curtains, her negligee briefly turned transparent and Cole caught a tantalising glimpse of her bronze nipples bouncing. He swiftly looked away before his twitching cock became a rock-hard cock. 

He flopped back onto the pillow. Should he raise the subject of those images to Chelsea? He cringed before he even finished the thought. It was a terrible idea. What if she laughed at him? Or thought he was spying on her? Or… he pictured her picking him up and thrusting him head-first between her glistening lips and onto her salivating tongue. 

He looked down at the bulge in his pants. “Why…?” he murmured to himself, then shook his head at the obvious answer. Anything that involved close proximity to Chelsea seemed to set his cock off, and could he blame it? Chelsea was gorgeous, his blonde angel descended from heaven. 

He sighed. He was never going to get over this crush he had for her, despite her being married. They were friends, nothing more. He told himself to be satisfied with that. He was deeply thankful she’d taken him in during his moment of need, with him being shrunk to the length of a finger, but the closer he got to her the louder his heart cried out for more. 

After Chelsea finished her routine in the bathroom she reemerged wearing a pair of high-waisted white shorts, so short they barely reached her thighs at all, and a matching white cami top. The fabric stretched taut across her bust then hung loose over her midriff, leaving a small strip of smooth tanned skin peeking out each time she moved and the cloth swayed. She gave Cole another smile as she passed the bed, then bent over to open an old scuffed wooden chest. The lid tilted up with a whine and a stuffed bear fell out. 

“Oh, no escape for you Mr Fuzzles,” cooed Chelsea as she picked up the bear and put him back in the chest.

“You still have your childhood toys?” asked Cole with a half-smirk.

“Hey, you should have some respect! These toys are going to clothe your butt,” replied Chelsea with a mock scolding. She rustled through the contents until she found her fashion dolls. “Besides, I could never throw away something I loved.” 

Cole felt a deep warmth grow in his chest, a sense of comfort and reassurance. She hadn’t been talking about him, but still a part of him wanted to believe… 

Chelsea glanced at Cole as she sized him up, before switching her attention back to the smallest dolls she could find. “What to dress my little Cole in…” she murmured. 

“Do I get a choice in this?” teased Cole while eagerly wondering what she’d pick. He’d always been terrible at choosing what to wear, and it was relaxing to put the decision in the hands of someone he trusted.

“No! You’re under my stewardship now, so I get to decide,” replied Chelsea with a smirk. 

Cole rolled onto his chest and got comfortable as he watched Chelsea. “So am I like… your kid?”

Chelsea pursed her lips as she thought about it. “No, I don’t think I could see you like a child. More like… a pet?” She winked.

“Woof,” replied Cole playfully. 

“Don’t tempt me to pick out a collar and tail for you,” giggled Chelsea. She stripped a small male doll of its shirt and pants then carried them over to Cole. “These might be a touch big, but they should do for now.”

Cole looked over the clothing. It wouldn’t be a great fit, the shirt was wider in the shoulders than he was, but they were certainly wearable and it’s not like he had many options. “Thank you,” he said as he turned to look up at her. She smiled with satisfaction as she looked back at him. The smile continued as Cole waited for Chelsea to leave, but she didn’t move. 

“Err… I’m going to get dressed now,” said Cole, reminding Chelsea that he needed some privacy. Chelsea nodded slightly, but otherwise didn’t move. She continued watching him with an unfamiliar intensity. Cole had a flashback to his high school’s English substitute teacher, Ms Bailey, whose hourglass figure and low-cut tops had been the subject of many a boy’s stare, and for the first time realised what it was like to be so brazenly ogled. 

Cole’s guilty wince at the memory seemed to spark a social awareness in Chelsea, making her jolt upright. “Oh, right! You’re changing… I’ll turn around.” She did exactly that, spinning around to hover her shorts-clad rear at Cole’s height.

“I’m sorry Ms Bailey,” muttered Cole quietly before shaking the memory. He stripped off his ragtag overnight clothing, leaving him nude on the pillow behind Chelsea. Unsurprisingly, his dick was already tilting up in her direction. He gave it a light slap. “Not now,” he told himself.

Chelsea squirmed in place as she struggled to resist the urge to spin back around. “I hope you aren’t doing anything naughty back there,” she said in a teasing tone with a husky undercurrent.

“Err, no, I’m nearly done!” replied Cole. He quickly slipped on the doll’s shirt and pants, with a little difficulty tucking his erect dick into pants designed for a doll without genitalia. 

He’d barely tugged down the shirt before Chelsea was spinning back around. “All ready?” she asked excitedly. She looked down at his dressed state and looked almost disappointed, but her cheerful smile soon returned as she scooped him up and carried him over to an unzipped gym bag.

“Are we going somewhere?” asked Cole with a note of apprehension. 

“It’s Saturday!” replied Chelsea, as if that answered the question. After Cole continued to look up at her with a blank expression, she added “Yoga practice!” 

“Oh… but I don’t think I can do yoga.” 

Chelsea laughed. “Of course, it’s not for you, it’s for me! But we agreed before, no leaving you alone! It’s not safe, so you’re coming along with me.” She bent over and gently placed Cole on the folded up clothing in the bag. “It won’t take long,” she said as she waved while zipping up the bag, sealing Cole into the darkness. 

The bag swayed as Chelsea lifted it up and carried it downstairs, causing Cole to roll around the spandex shorts and get tangled up with the stretchy fabric. Once he surrendered and stopped fighting to break loose, he realised it was surprisingly comfortable snuggling into them, with the spandex acting like a hammock, lulling Cole back into restful slumber. He drifted off to the sound of Chelsea’s car engine starting. 

—

Chelsea gripped the steering wheel with an unusual intensity as she drove through the quiet suburban streets. She was trying to keep her attention on the road and not what she had in her yoga bag. She glanced at the bag sitting on the passenger side seat and felt a thrill in knowing she had her own little man inside. A man she cared for, but was also under her complete control. It was like having one of her childhood dolls come to life, bringing back all the joy she’d had playing with them. Eventually dolls grow boring, they have no opinions, no reactions, none of the complexity that made real life relationships so exciting, but now she had her own living doll to take care of and play with.

“BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!” The sudden blaring of a car horn made her jump in her seat, and she realised she’d been idling the car at a green light. She gave an apologetic wave to the rear view mirror and drove on. 

The monotony of driving let her mind wander again, and she recalled the website she’d found the night before, the giantess one. She’d had no idea people were into that kind of thing, and by people, she also meant herself. The concept of being so much larger than a sexual partner had never entered her imagination before. The men in her life were all taller than her. The inversion of that felt so strange, but also strangely exciting. Her teen self would have delighted in exploring the male form, stripping a tiny man and seeing how all those forbidden parts worked. But as an adult she didn’t have anything to learn about male anatomy, and was more respectful of Cole’s autonomy. She was doing this for his sake after all, she had to keep him safe from himself, but then why did her nethers feel so flushed? She wriggled in her seat and squeezed her thighs together again, feeling her bunched up panties rub across her labia lips. She hoped yoga could put her mind to rest, at least for a while.

She swerved into the car park and easily found an empty space this early on a Saturday, then exited the car into the blazing sunshine. The sun felt good on her skin and she breathed deeply. Yes, this is what she needed, a little time away from the house where her fantasies were running away with her. She reached back into the car, picked up the gym bag and swung it over her shoulder. It was only a short walk to the yoga studio, which rented the floor above the gym.

“Hi Carl!” she called as she passed the front desk. She gave a demure wave to the overweight man slouched at a computer terminal, who grunted an acknowledgement, then watched her rear as she headed into the women’s locker room. Her sneakers squeaked on the tiled floor as she passed through an aisle of lockers, navigating between a half dozen other women in various states of undress, before settling her bag down on the bench at the far end.

The nearest woman looked over Chelsea’s way. With the same blonde cut as Chelsea, she was slender and supple enough to still be in her early 30s, but had enough years to be careful with her posture to avoid unsightly wrinkles as she tugged her jeans down her thighs to show off an expensive black satin bra and panties. 

“I wasn’t sure if you were going to make the session today. Running late?” asked the woman. 

Chelsea gave her a polite smile as she started undressing by raising her arms and lifting her cami top up and above her head. “Good morning Michelle, and yeah, I overslept.”

“Strenuous night?” teased Michelle. 

“Oh no, Jeffrey is away.” replied Chelsea as she folded her top and left it on the bench, then unbuttoned her shorts. 

“That doesn’t mean you can’t have a strenuous night,” added Michelle with a wink. 

Chelsea gave a forced laugh, and hoped the slight blush in her cheeks would be mistaken for embarrassment rather than arousal in recalling what she’d really been up to with browsing the giantess websites.

“You know, you’re always welcome to come over to my place,” said Michelle, drawing out each word like a snake’s slither. “You and Jeffrey both.” 

“Thanks, but I’ve been super busy” said Chelsea, trying to shirk the offer while jiggling her hips to help slide down her shorts. Michelle made no secret of the “open” nature of her relationships, and this wasn’t the first time she’d invited both Chelsea and her husband over. The offers always made Chelsea uncomfortable for they didn’t seem to come from friendliness, but competition. It didn’t seem a coincidence that the formerly-brunette Michelle started sporting the same wavy blonde hair as Chelsea just a few weeks after Jeffrey had introduced them. Jeffrey said she was an old friend, but Chelsea suspected Michelle was an ex.

Chelsea carefully stepped out of her shorts while Michelle continued to linger in her underwear, giving Chelsea an envious head-to-foot visual sweep. While Michelle was a touch thinner than Chelsea, Chelsea’s additional weight only added to the alluring curve of her hips and thighs. 

Chelsea unzipped her gym bag in a rush, hoping to get changed quickly, and was so preoccupied with Michelle she forgot about Cole in there. He wasn’t anywhere to be seen, having become wrapped up in Chelsea’s shorts and fallen asleep. She pulled out a sky-blue spandex top, which she popped her arms and head through then tugged over her ample bust, leaving her tanned midriff bare.

“So how’s Jeffrey if he’s not keeping you busy?” asked Michelle with a sharp smile that seemed to imply an insult.

“Oh he’s on a business trip,” replied Chelsea. She kept her gaze on Michelle while she reached into her bag and picked up her spandex shorts…

Cole woke up with a jolt as his hammock was abruptly lifted. He tilted to one side and gazed down at the terrifying distant tiled floor through the leg hole of the spandex. While such a fall wouldn’t actually hurt him, he still instinctively associated such an immense drop with death. He clutched his hammock tight, straddling the holes on either side. He was so fixated looking down, he was again taken by surprise as an enormous foot passed mere inches beside him as he descended through the hole. He glanced upwards just in time to see a second foot descend towards him, then slip through the other hole, leaving him looking up between a pair of thighs as thick as elephants. Further up, arcing above him, was a pair of pink cotton panties stretched across Chelsea’s nethers. 

He didn’t dare call out a warning in a public place as Chelsea pulled up her shorts and sandwiched Cole against her crotch. Her eyes went wide as she felt a wriggling lump pressed up against her labia lips. 

“Everything ok?” asked Michelle, as she too slipped into her spandex top and shorts. 

“Err, yes, of course!” replied Chelsea hastily. She gave the briefest glance down, past her belly, and saw a tiny bulge trapped between her thighs. She waited for Michelle to notice, trying to think up some excuse, but her mind went blank with panic.

“Come on, we’re going to be late,” said Michelle, nodding towards the door and encouraging Chelsea onwards.

Michelle hadn’t noticed? Chelsea felt a surge of relief. Maybe it’d be ok. Perhaps she could leave him there? It was probably safer, she tried to tell herself. Rather than risk pulling him out in the locker room with so many other possible witnesses, she could keep him… close. Very close. A shiver of excitement ran down her spine to her nethers, making her labia lips twitch around the bulge pressed against them. She grabbed her yoga mat from her bag then slowly turned towards the stairwell. She started walking. Each step nudged the stimulating bulge from one side of her pussy lips to the other. 

Cole scrambled around, but there was nothing to grab. He was trapped between a wall of cotton and a wall of spandex. His whole body was rubbed up and down as the walls shifted and squeezed him. Both walls were warm and soft, bending to his touch. The cotton wall split down the middle, with two pillow-like bulges running the full length of his body. Each time he was jostled he was pushed a little harder between those two bulges, prying them apart. 

Should he call out? Did Chelsea not know he was trapped here? But what if someone else heard? Should he try to remain passive or try to escape himself? Questions flooded his mind, but there didn’t seem to be much he could do even if he wanted to. He tried to relax and trust in Chelsea, knowing that she’d take care of him. He sucked in air through the cotton, which at his size was more like a tight mesh with plentiful small holes. It was only as his panic abated that he noticed the sweetly sharp scent coming from the other side. His cock recognised it before his conscious mind did as it immediately hardened.

“Oh my, you’re really out of shape,” teased Michelle as she saw Chelsea’s red cheeks having climbed the stairs. Chelsea was huffing and struggling to maintain her composure as Cole rolled around the outside of her panties. 

“Come on ladies, we’re about to start!” came the warm southern drawl of the yoga instructor from the room ahead, who was already performing warm up stretches. 

Chelsea and Michelle joined the two dozen other women who laid down their yoga mats in front of the instructor and assumed a neutral standing pose, ready to begin. Chelsea’s freckled nose twitched in time with her crotch, where the bulge had become almost flat after being warmly embraced by Chelsea’s split labia lips. With Cole positioned on the most sensitive part of her body, she could feel every tiny flex in his limbs through the thin cotton.

“Let’s start with some warm up exercises.” called the instructor as she began hopping in place, causing her ponytail to flip from side to side like a horse’s tail. “We’re going into the warrior poses. One, two, three, four…” She stopped jumping and extended her arms horizontally to either side, spread her legs, then leaned from left to right. The others followed suit. Chelsea let out a small grunt as her spreading legs tightened the pull of her spandex shorts on Cole against her crotch.

Cole felt the pressure all the way down his back intensify as the elastic hammock pressed him tight against the twin cotton walls. The pushing of his body up and down was nudging both his shirt upwards and his pants downwards, leaving his exposed crotch pressed directly against the cotton mesh where it was uncomfortably dry rubbed.

“Now we’ve warmed up our extremities, let’s move onto our core,” cried the instructor. “Start with the cow.” She dropped to her hands and knees then tilted her head back like she was about to moo. “Gently stretch that spine…”

Chelsea was initially relieved to bring her knees together as she dropped down. Her thighs pressed against one another and the faint light illuminating Cole’s interior pocket went dark. The mild pressure on her pussy lips was an agonising tease for Chelsea, like a fingertip lightly brushing the length of her labia lips while never giving her the satisfaction of penetration. Her peers groaned with the effort of rocking their hips and arching their backs, while Chelsea groaned for another reason. She squeezed her thighs tight, trying to push the bulge deeper inside her.

Each thrust of Cole’s body down the length of Chelsea’s panties was now accompanied by a faint squelch on the other side of the cotton. It didn’t take long for her panties to become damp, eliminating the friction burn on Cole’s cock as his manhood was roughly pulled and pushed along the fabric. 

“Now form the downward dog, feel that burn,” said the instructor as lifted herself onto her outstretched toes and fingers, forming a pyramid where her toned butt became the gently curved capstone. 

Chelsea and the others followed suit. She bit her lower lip in anticipation, hoping she knew what pose was coming next. 

“Now, down to the cobra.” The instructor lowered her legs flat with her mat, with her back curving up to present her chest forwards. 

Chelsea eagerly flattened her legs onto the mat, starting with her calves, thighs, then crotch. She let out a moan as she pressed her crotch to the mat, forcing the bulge deeper between her labia lips.

Cole let out a muffled cry of surprise as he was fully enveloped on both sides by the soft fatty folds of Chelsea’s pussy lips, with only a thin layer of cotton separating his body from Chelsea. Only his arms escaped being sandwiched in the cocoon, having been raised up as he tried to reach for anything to pull him out, but he instead punched the nub of Chelsea’s clit through her panties. 

Chelsea’s eyes went wide and she let out a soft whimpering scream. 

Michelle glanced over at her with a scornful grin and whispered “Out of practice?” 

Chelsea gave a brief smile back before biting her lip to avoid a scream of ecstasy. She huffed and puffed while her cheeks turned beet-red and her arms trembled. She barely managed to hold the cobra pose while subtly continuing to hump the yoga mat.

“Hold this pose…” called the instructor, to which Chelsea was happy to oblige. 

Cole’s dick was red raw after being rubbed across the cotton so many times, but that didn’t stop it ejaculating a thick splodge of cum into Chelsea’s panties. He gritted his teeth in embarrassment, praying it wouldn’t leave a visible stain. His whole body rocked against Chelsea’s cotton pussy lips, with him spurting out another gob of cum each cycle and draining him dry. 

“Aaaaaaaaaaaand… rest!” announced the instructor. The other women sighed with relief, some of them began to get to their feet, while Chelsea slumped flat onto her yoga mat. She heaved deep breaths as her body shook and a hot flush shot out from her crotch like an electric jolt. She jerked her hips a couple more times on the mat as the orgasm rippled through her. The sound of the other women’s cheerful chatter drifted by Chelsea as she continued to lie there.

“I wish I could enjoy yoga as much as you,” said Michelle with a giggle as she looked down at her comatose friend. “Come on, let’s get changed.” She reached down to take Chelsea’s limp hand, then slowly helped her to her feet. Chelsea’s body was peeled off the yoga mat, leaving a wet splotch in the middle where her crotch had been. On seeing it, Chelsea swiftly rolled up the mat and tucked it under her arm. 

She followed Michelle back to the locker room, feeling Cole still wedged between her labia lips with each step she took. She hoped he was alright. Her heart missed a beat as she considered that he might not be able to breathe down there, but then felt a tickling against her clit as Cole extracted himself from the panties jammed deep between her pussy lips. She sighed in relief, he was ok. 

She silently berated herself for her lascivious behaviour as they entered the locker room. She took a towel from her bag and wiped down her sweaty body. She’d let her arousal get the better of her, forgetting the risks to Cole. That was completely unacceptable. She’d never get over it if something happened to him. She needed to be more careful. She’d need to restrain herself. Images from the giantess website flooded her mind, illustrating just how many tantalising activities she had to restrain herself from. 

Michelle poked Chelsea in the belly. “Hey, I asked if you were free for lunch?” 

“Oh! Err… I have work this afternoon,” she lied. All Chelsea wanted right now was to rush home and resume the “research on tinies” she’d started last night.

“Aww, but I’ll be so lonely,” whined Michelle with a pouty face.

“Can’t you go with that new guy? The, um, tennis one?” Chelsea turned away from Michelle before carefully tugging the front of her shorts forward just enough to slip her fingers inside and try to scoop out Cole. He was buried deep between her bunched up panties, and she let out a small whimper as her fingers probed deep inside to pinch his torso and tug him out. As soon as she felt his damp body flop against the palm of her hand, she closed her fingers around him and brought him up to chest height. 

“Philip? No, we broke up,” said Michelle.

Chelsea shot a furtive glance sideways, ensuring nobody was in direct sight before she unfurled her fingers to see his semi-nude body laid out on her palm in a dazed state. His shirt was up around his armpits and his pants by his ankles, leaving his tired cock flopping between his thighs. He was utterly drenched with her juices, but otherwise seemed unharmed. Chelsea felt her tension drain out in relief. 

“Oh, and this isn’t an opportunity to reintroduce me to that friend of yours!” continued Michelle. “I’d rather stay single than endure another blind date with him. He was so booooooooring. I can’t even remember his name. Joel? No… Cole, that was it!”

Chelsea jumped and shot a guilty look behind her, thinking for a moment that Michelle had seen the tiny man in her hands. But no, she was just rambling. Chelsea looked back to Cole and wondered how to hide him. For an instant she imagined opening her mouth wide and tossing him inside. With his wet body she could swallow him in a flash. No! What was she thinking? She couldn’t eat her friend! She looked around for her towel and wrapped Cole inside, then put him back in her gym bag. Maybe those giantess websites were a bad influence? It must be their fault, that had to be where she got such an unacceptable idea. There was no way it came from her, Chelsea told herself.

With Cole safely stowed away, she could finally return her attention to Michelle. Anger flashed across her eyes as she mentally replayed what Michelle had said. “Cole? He’s not boring! He’s really sweet,” she said with growing strength. She was protective of him and wasn’t going to let others bad mouth him.

Michelle rolled her eyes. “Whatever… I’ll see you next week.” Having finished changing back into her suit pants and blouse, she spun on her heel and walked away with a backhanded wave. Chelsea watched her go, still fuming at the insult, but with nowhere for that energy to go. Inwardly she was still angry at herself, but it was easier to direct that anger outwards.

Chelsea finished changing back into her high-waisted shorts and cami top, then left the locker room with a precariously wide swing of her gym bag, forcing the other half-dressed women to give her a wide path as she angrily marched through. Chelsea exited the gym without so much as a wave to the guard. Her pace sped up as she ran through the events of the morning in her head again, and her anger gradually morphed into arousal. 

She was panting by the time she got back to her car, got in, and laid the gym bag onto the passenger side. She unzipped it in a hurry. “Cole? Are you alright?” she cooed while taking out the towel she’d wrapped him in and unfurling it on her lap. He blinked as looked up at her, seemingly still in a dazed state as he hadn’t yet pulled down his shirt or pulled up his pants, leaving his damp cock flopping between his thighs. 

“Err… where are we?” he asked in a hoarse voice.

“We’re back in my car. Do you…” Chelsea chewed her lower lip as she wondered whether she should ask the question, but she had to know. “Do you remember what happened?”

“I, um, fell asleep in the bag, and then…” Cole averted his gaze and his cheeks blushed. “I don’t remember…”

Cole might have gotten away with the lie if he wasn’t half-naked, with his dick visibly springing back to attention. Chelsea swiftly hid the smile on her lips. Her emotions were a mess, she’d expected to be embarrassed, she’d been about to apologise for what happened, but seeing Cole’s dick respond excited her. 

Cole finally noticed Chelsea’s prolonged stare at his crotch, and abruptly pulled up his pants. Chelsea felt his movements through the towel on her lap, and she momentarily imagined slipping him between her thighs again and slipping him into her shorts, then strolling downtown with him snug inside her panties. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, and hoped Cole would mistake her blush for modesty. 

“How about I make it up to you? I’ll get you some proper fitting clothes that don’t, um, accidentally slip off.” she said. 

Cole nodded eagerly, seemingly relieved that they were going to treat his undressed state as an accident.

“But I can’t exactly carry you around on my shoulder, so…” Chelsea reached into the back seat where her cream suit blazer was lying, the formal wear she kept handy for showing unexpected visitors around properties. She slipped it on, straightened the collar, then slipped a finger into her front breast-pocket. Such a pocket was normally cosmetic, being far too small for anything useful, but Cole was smaller than anything normally considered useful and if her finger could fit then he could fit. Without waiting for Cole to agree, she scooped him from her lap. She hovered her hand next to the open pocket, letting him climb in at his own pace and acting like it was his choice to come with her. Once he was inside she gave the slight bulge a gentle tap, feeling him both on her palm and her breast, then left her car with a beaming smile.

“Where are we going?” called Cole quietly from the pocket. 

“We’re going to get you some proper clothes!” 

“But… how?” 

“You’ll see!” replied Chelsea cheerfully. 

Cole struggled with the urge to peek out her pocket, but being midday the street was becoming busy. He settled down in his warm and cosy spot, bouncing in time with Chelsea’s bust.

A few minutes later, the chime of a bell piqued Cole’s interest. He tentatively peeked his head out to see they’d entered a shop and were passing rows upon rows of porcelain dolls of various sizes, each dressed in fancy Victorian smocks with billowing white petticoats.

“Aren’t they cute?” whispered Chelsea as she strutted down the aisle, her head swivelling from side to side as she took in the range of options. She walked down a second aisle, then a third, and she began to realise there was a problem. “This would be easier if you were a girl…” she said while eying up yet another row of dresses.

A portly middle-aged woman with thick-rimmed glasses and a pink cardigan sat behind a wooden counter. She looked up from a tattered paperback novel towards Chelsea. “Can I help you?” she asked in a squeaky voice. 

“Err, yes, I was looking for male doll clothing?” 

“Oh, I’m sorry, we don’t stock males.”

Chelsea’s cheerful smile froze on her lips as her enthusiasm evaporated in an instant. 

“How big is your little one?” asked the woman as she flipped her book closed.

“Oh, err…” Chelsea stopped herself before she automatically plucked Cole from her pocket to check. She looked at her open palm, remembering him sitting there, and looked across the length that was. “About three inches?” 

“Oh he really is tiny then, almost small enough to swallow,” replied the woman with a giggle. “Depending upon the style you’re after, you might find something next door?” 

“There’s another doll store?” 

“No, it’s a pet store, but they have some novelty outfits for… small creatures.” 

“Oh!” Chelsea’s smile returned instantly. “Thank you so much!” She turned around and started for the exit. 

“We also buy dolls, in case you want to trade in your little one,” called the woman behind her. 

“Thanks, but I’ll be holding onto him,” replied Chelsea with a backhanded wave. “He’s a keeper.” She glanced down at the bulge in her breast pocket and gave it a reassuring pat. She left the store, walked next door, and entered the pet shop. Compared with the calm and unnatural stillness of the dolls, this place was a riot of noise and movement with the barks and squawks of various animals prowling around their enclosures. 

After a little searching Chelsea found the rodent speciality section, where several novelty outfits for hamsters and guinea pigs were arrayed on racks. Chelsea pursed her lips as she considered her options. They were all quite cute and amusing, but they weren’t exactly what she was after for Cole. But what *exactly* was she looking for anyway, she wondered. Did she really want to dress him in a suit and pants? Did she really need to be so constrained by what people wore normally? 

As Chelsea was considering the options, Cole poked his head out to inspect the surroundings. Looking to the side he could see the lizard tanks. Lizards had always fascinated him and he’d had one as a child. They were normally such docile creatures, which made him surprised at how alert they seemed as they pressed up against the glass. With a shudder, he realised they were all gazing at him with unblinking stares. At his height he was no longer a pet owner, but pet food. He wriggled back into Chelsea’s pocket, appreciative for her protection.

“What do you think Cole?” asked Chelsea as she grew frustrated with trying to pick an outfit.

Cole peeked out to scan the row of halloween and santa outfits. “If these are the options, I think I’d prefer to be naked,” he joked.

“Oh, well, sure! We can do that instead,” said Chelsea excitedly.

“Err, ha-ha-ha.” Cole laughed awkwardly, being unsure whether Chelsea was serious or not. Either way, she wasn’t listening. Her gaze had settled on the hamster leashes. 

“Maybe I should get one of these?” she teased. 

Cole wasn’t entirely sure if she was joking, but decided to play along as if she was. “You can take me on walkabouts.”

Chelsea giggled. “I’m not sure you could keep up.” She turned to leave, to Cole’s relief, but then twisted back to snatch a leash and harness. “You never know… it might be useful?” she said, sounding like she was trying to convince herself as much as Cole.

Cole was unable to speak as Chelsea queued at the cashier’s desk, paid the young woman working behind the till, then left the store. Chelsea’s hands shook as she put the purchased leash in her purse, with the rush of arousal still flooding her system. She wasn’t sure what she was doing, or why she was so enthusiastic about the idea of the leash. Or rather she told herself she didn’t understand, deep down she knew exactly why she wanted it. The idea of treating Cole like something she owned had her squirming and rubbing her thighs together as she’d waited to pay.

As she walked out the store she passed several small bird cages and aquariums, and imagined placing Cole inside, her own little pet man. She walked down the street while daydreaming of suspending a naked Cole in a birdcage above her bed. She made it back to the car in a flustered state. She sat down and took a moment to calm her heart before reaching into her breast pocket and scooping out Cole. Her fingers curled around him delicately, like she was picking up whipped cream. His hair was still dishevelled from his earlier “adventure” in her shorts, and he remained slightly glassy eyed like he thought he was still in a dream. 

“Are you doing ok?” asked Chelsea with a note of concern. 

Cole returned a wan smile. “Yeah, I’m good. It’s just been a… hectic day.” 

“Hectic? I was the one doing yoga, you just had to lie there,” teased Chelsea with a mischievous giggle. Cole looked away, too embarrassed to comment on an experience that felt more fantasy than reality. “I’m not sure if it’d be safe to put you on a seat alone, so why don’t you stay with me?” Chelsea didn’t wait for a reply as she placed Cole to her lap, just below where her shorts ended so he sat on the smooth skin of her thick thighs. “There, now you’re in a nice padded spot.” Cole reached out to either side, stabilising his position while his feet dangled precariously over the dark crevice between her legs. 

Chelsea switched her visible focus to driving as she gripped the steering wheel, but her inward attention remained fixated on the tickling of her lap. She swerved the car back and felt Cole bump into her opposite thigh as he was carried by the car’s momentum. Her eyes remained locked on the road ahead as if she were oblivious that she was ever so slightly parting her legs, just enough that when she hit the next corner… she felt the tickle slide down between her thighs. She slammed her knees shut, trapping Cole between the twin walls of soft flesh. 

Cole could have said something. He could have called on Chelsea to help lift him out, but he didn’t. He enjoyed being cocooned on either side by the warm, smooth, and tanned skin of Chelsea’s body. He was getting a full-body massage between her thighs as he was rolled back and forth. With each squeeze of her muscles, his pants were inched downwards, leaving his erect dick flattened against Chelsea’s inner thigh. 

Cole winced at the friction burn on his already abused dick, and was relieved when the first beads of sweat ran between Chelsea’s thighs to leave her skin a slick surface. It wasn’t long after that he unwittingly added his own contribution, smearing a thin coating of cum across her skin. 

Chelsea kept Cole locked in place as she drove the rest of the way home. His body made a squelch each time she squeezed her thighs, further spreading the mix of cum and sweat between their bodies. They both had flushed cheeks, but neither knew as they avoided looking at one another. Both thought they were the only one getting off on this and that the other was an oblivious target of their sexual desires.

It was with some relief that Chelsea turned the car into her driveway, having driven herself to a tantalising sexual edge. If the trip had taken any longer she wasn’t sure her willpower would have held out, and she’d have been forced to use Cole as a living dildo. She felt the rub of her knotted panties on her inflamed labia lips with each movement of the car, calling out to be touched. She turned off the engine and for the first time looked down at her lap. Only Coles tousled hair poked out from between her clenched thighs and she was filled with guilt over using her close friend for her own sexual gratification. She spread her legs, giving Cole room to slip down and land on the car seat. She trembled as she felt his squirming body ever so close to her pussy. She closed her eyes and told herself to be strong.

While Chelsea composed herself, Cole pulled up his pants. His shirt stuck to his sweaty chest, but it wasn’t his sweat. 

A pair of enormous fleshy masses suddenly lowered down in front and behind him as Chelsea pinched his chest between her thumb and forefinger, then lifted him up. She didn’t say anything as she got out of the car with Cole still in-hand, leaving her gym bag in the car. She walked with purpose back to the house, entered the front door, then paused in the hallway. Cole watched her head swivel from the living room to the stairs up the bedroom, seemingly fighting with a decision. She took a deep breath, then headed into the living room. She placed Cole down on the cream leather sofa, turned on the TV, and gave him a sweet smile.

“I need to freshen up, I’ll be back in a bit” she said, before twirling around and heading out the room before Cole could ask her to change the channel. He shook his head in resignation as he turned towards the soap opera marathon being broadcast. It would be a long wait…

—

Chelsea lay sprawled across the bed with the sheets tangled around her spread feet. Her damp cami top had risen to her collarbone, and the cups of her bra had been upended so her bare breasts sat on top. Her shorts were cast aside, lost on the floor somewhere, while her panties hung limp from between the toes of her left foot. A purple rubber dildo lay on a damp spot between her knees, with a trail of her juices stretching to her flushed pussy lips. Her chest heaved as she took deep breaths, trying to calm down after more orgasms than she could track. Her mind had gone fuzzy ever after the second, when she’d entered a carnal frenzy that had demanded ever more frenetic use of her fingers and dildo. Even now, after the prolonged session, her fingers continued to idly stroke her pubic mound as a force of habit. 

“What am I doing?” she murmured to herself. Her fingers answered that with a stroke of her clit, making her moan. “No… no more.” She snatched her hand back like she’d touched a hot stove. She had to regain control. Maybe it was the disrupted sleep, the overnight fingering while Cole slept alongside her? Her fingers silently inched back towards her crotch on mention of Cole. 

She’d been on the verge of carrying him upstairs and using him as a living dildo this afternoon. The thought still excited her, imagining his confused expression as she stripped him bare then thrust him inside her, pushing all the way until his feet were barely poking from between her vibrantly pink folds… She let out a groan as her forefinger slipped inside her pussy.

“No!” She pulled her hand away again and snapped her legs shut with a wet slap. Cole was her friend. He was a living, breathing person. He had a right to his own body autonomy. So why did she lust over taking that autonomy away and making him a sex toy? She knew it was so wrong, but the idea of owning Cole made her stomach flutter. She’d hoped the desire would fade after a prolonged session with her dildo, but her wish was more potent than ever. 

“It’s just a dumb fantasy,” she said softly. “I won’t really do it, it’s just… pretend.” But in making it pretend, in imagining it as a roleplay scenario with Cole, she’d suddenly made the prospect of playing out seem tantalisingly real. She chewed her lower lip as she felt her pussy tingle.

“NO!” She kicked her long legs into the air with frustration at her circling thoughts. Cole was just a friend. They’d been friends for a long time. He’d made clear he wasn’t into her in… that way. If he had been, he’d surely have made a move when they’d first met. He wasn’t a sex toy, he was a dear friend she treasured immensely. 

Her lust calmed down, and she smiled as she recalled their long conversations together. She felt like she could really open up to Cole, that he would genuinely listen and not just surface listen like her husband did. He was her safe space, someone she could be herself with. 

She sat upright, tucked her breasts back into her bra, and slipped her cami top back down her chest. She tucked her panties back up her thighs, then arched her spine to lift her ass off the bed and pull the panties over her butt. She rolled off the bed, found her shorts, and put them back on too. She felt more like a person rather than a lustful demon now she had her clothes back on. She glanced at the clock before she left the bedroom. 4:38pm. “Shit!” She’d been up here all afternoon? She swung open the door and rushed downstairs. What if something had happened to Cole? Her heart felt like it had seized up as she burst into the living room to find Cole sitting on the sofa, watching TV.

“I’m so sorry I took so-”

“Ssssh, we’re about to find out who Mirabel’s father is!” replied Cole, interrupting Chelsea’s apology as his gaze remained locked on the TV.

Chelsea opened her mouth to object, to dismiss the show as mere daytime TV, but seeing how avidly Cole was watching she instead decided to sit next to him on the sofa. Cole bounced into the air as her ass came down on the cushions, but she grabbed him before he fell off the front. “Sorry about that,” she said with a giggle while sitting him down on her left thigh.

“It’s fine,” replied Cole with a dismissive wave of his hand, his attention already switching back to the soap opera. Meanwhile Chelsea’s attention remained on Cole as she felt his presence on her lap. Her crotch still tingled as she imagined spreading her legs just enough to slide him between her thighs where she’d keep him locked in forever.

“No…” whispered Chelsea to herself with a shake of her head. 

“Huh?” asked Cole. He tilted his head around to look up at Chelsea towering over him.

“Oh, erm, it’s nothing.” replied Chelsea with a blush. She was relieved when Cole accepted her response and returned to watching the TV. She joined him, watching as the male character who had been reportedly lost at sea but had recently returned with a fortune in gold, was revealed to be the biological father of the bride and also the step-father of the groom.

“Oooooh, I didn’t see that coming,” muttered Chelsea.

“Right? I thought the biological father would be the foreign butler! Or maybe the rockstar.” replied Cole excitedly. 

“Nah, the rockstar was training to become an astronaut when she was conceived, so it couldn’t be him.” 

Cole nodded sagely at this deduction, and soon the late afternoon turned to evening. The sun beams expanded across the room like the wings of an angel, then gradually faded. Chelsea got up to turn on the lamps, then to make dinner for them both. Cole kept her updated on the soap drama each time she popped back in while waiting for the roast chicken to cook. When it was ready she brought the meal to the sofa, not wanting to interrupt the relaxed atmosphere that’d built up. It was the first time she’d felt so casual with Cole since he’d shrunk, and she missed these moments with her dearest friend. She tore off the chicken legs with her hands and took a few bites, then gave Cole the remainder to nibble on. Her leftovers were a significant meal for him, and were much easier to handle than a full drumstick.

They both ended the meal sprawled out on the sofa, Chelsea lying lengthwise and Cole leaning his shoulders against her belly, which now had a small paunch after gorging on so much chicken. She’d cooked enough for two adults, forgetting Cole’s portion would be miniscule, and ended up devouring the majority of both portions herself.

It turned 8pm, the soap opera marathon ended, and Chelsea rolled onto her back. She carefully lifted Cole up and sat him on her belly as they continued to lie on the sofa together.

“Ugh, I’m so fat.” moaned Chelsea on seeing the way Cole wobbled on her full stomach.

“You’re not fat at all, you’re very limber and athletic!” replied Cole in a rush, sounding almost offended that Chelsea would denigrate herself with such an unfair label.

“Jeffrey says I need to lose a few pounds.” Chelsea pinched the belly fat alongside Cole and frowned at how far her fingertips could dig in. This wasn’t her college body anymore.

“B-but you’re beautiful just the way you are!” said Cole forcefully, but his tiny voice came out like a squeak.  

“You sound like a Disney movie sidekick, maybe a mouse,” teased Chelsea with a pleased giggle. 

Cole smiled in response, then seemed to take a few moments choosing his words. “Would that make you my princess?”

Chelsea’s eyes lit up. “Maybe it does! Wouldn’t that be wonderful, to live in a big castle and be happy forever and ever.” 

Cole’s gaze drifted to the ceiling so far above him. “It already looks castle-sized to me.” 

Chelsea nodded, then a naughty glint crossed her eye. “If you’re so small, does that make me a giant ogress?”

“Oh but you’re way too pretty for that!” replied Cole, but Chelsea wasn’t listening. 

“Hey, we should play a game!” she said excitedly. “You go hide, and I’ll try and find you.”

“Ha-ha,” Cole gave a half-hearted laugh, unsure where this was going. “And what happens when you find me?” 

“What do ogresses normally do?” replied Chelsea with a wink. 

Cole didn’t have a chance to question it further as Chelsea lifted him up from her belly, sat up, and swung her legs out from the sofa. She placed Cole on the floor, then covered her eyes. “I’ll give you… twenty seconds.” 

“Wait, are we really playing?” replied Cole, surprised at the sudden change in tone from cosy to energetic.

“Nineteen….”

Cole waited for a reply.

“Eighteen…” 

Cole realised she wasn’t joking and started to look around for a hiding spot. His initial reaction was that this was ridiculous, adults couldn’t play hide and seek, but as his gaze swept the towering environment he smiled at the immense number of possible hiding places. 

“Seventeen…” 

Hiding under the sofa was the easiest choice, but also the most obvious. It wouldn’t take much effort to spot him under there. 

“Sixteen…”

If he could climb onto the sofa, there were a lot of gaps between cushions he could squeeze between. But looking up at the sofa, the equivalent of a five story building, he realised it’d take him a while to climb that. More time than…

“Fifteen…”  

He looked across to the TV stand, where several pieces of electronics were stashed away. There were plentiful places to sneak into there, but he didn’t fancy navigating tangled cabling.

“Fourteen…”

His gaze swept over the window curtains, which trailed down to hover an inch from the floor, leaving him half-exposed. 

“Thirteen…”

He turned around, looking desperately for other options… then looked back towards the curtain. The lower fringe was lace, with lots of small holes he could stick his feet into. He looked up at Chelsea towering alongside him, his gaze swept up her muscular legs until they disappeared into the shadow of her shorts. He grinned as he imagined Chelsea’s confusion about where he could be, it would be a great hiding spot.

“Twelve…”

Cole started tiptoeing towards the curtain. 

“Eleven…”

With a sudden shot of panic, he realised his pace at his small stature was far less than he was used to. He had half a football field to run to the curtain. 

“Ten…”

Cole broke into a sprint.

“Nine… Eight… Seven… Six… Five… Four…”

Cole was already panting.

“Three… Two… One…”

Cole huffed as he approached the curtain, so close…

“Ready or not, here I come!”

Cole dashed around the back of the curtain, then leapt up so his feet hooked into the lace fringe.

Chelsea slowly spun around as her gaze swept the room. “Mhmm, where is my little man…” she murmured, before pulling a cushion off the sofa with a loud “Aha!” She pursed her lips in disappointment as she returned the cushion to the empty sofa. Cole watched through the lace as Chelsea dropped down onto her knees, leaving her ass straining in her shorts as it perched in the air. She lowered her face to the floor as she looked under the sofa.

Chelsea returned upright, sitting with her ass on her ankles. “Where can you be…?” She spoke with a touch more uncertainty than she’d started the game with. She crawled over to the TV stand next and tugged at a couple of cables. Cole was enraptured by the sway of her hips, and for a moment he imagined what it’d be like for those fatty orbs trapped in her shorts to come down atop him and squish him flat.

It was like Chelsea could pick up on Cole’s thoughts as she paused, then turned her head towards the window curtain. She saw them ripple like in a light breeze, but there was no breeze indoors. Her lips curled into a predatory grin that the Cheshire cat would have been proud of as she crawled closer. 

“Fee-fi-fo-fum, is that a little manling I smell…” she growled before halting in front of the curtain. Rather than use her fingers to pluck at the hanging fabric, she instead leaned in so her forehead nudged the cloth, bringing her face alongside Cole as it swivelled around with him clutching the lace.  

“Found you,” she said before swiftly opening her mouth, tilting her head to the side, and wrapping her plump lips firmly around his butt. She lightly bit down, locking his hips between her teeth before pulling back.

“W-what are you doing?” asked Cole with a half-hearted chuckle, unsure what sort of game they’d transitioned into. 

“’m claiming my ‘rize,” murmured Chelsea. Her words were slurred as she spoke around Cole’s butt, with her tongue and hot breath tickling him with each word spoken. She crawled back to the sofa like a cat carrying a mouse, but then had a better idea. She headed into the hallway, then up the stairs and into her bedroom, butting the door open with the crown of her head. Cole looked out from behind the strands of blonde hair which had fallen in front of her face as she approached the bed. She climbed on top, quickly tossed something purple aside, then crawled to the pillows. Only then did she spit him out.

“Mmhm, my little manling,” she said while looking down on him from only a few inches away. Her hair drooped down like a curtain to cage Cole. “What should I do with you?”

“A-are we still playing?” asked Cole with a slight quiver of uncertainty. 

“Of course! Unless… you want me to stop?” Her gaze was intense. 

“Oh, no! Don’t, um… stop.” 

“Good… so, what should a giantess do with her found manling? Maybe a little… taste test?” Chelsea brought her trembling lips closer, as timid as a first-kiss.

Cole felt a wave of hot humid air wash over his entire body as she rapidly breathed in and out, reminding him just how much bigger she was. He watched her lips crack open and the tip of her tongue sweep across his face and torso, leaving his shirt sodden and his face glistening. Her lips widened as she stretched out her tongue further, then hovered it over Cole’s laid back figure. He tentatively raised his bare feet, stretching out to gently lay his soles onto her tongue. The tip of her tongue curled around the ankles of his feet, before she retracted her tongue and pulled his feet into her mouth. She immediately sealed her lips shut around them. Her tongue tickled his feet as they remained locked in her mouth, and her lips curled up in amusement. He wriggled and playfully pulled back, at which point he felt the soft pressure of her lips on his calves tighten, becoming as firm as if she’d sat on them.

“Mmhm mhmm, ‘ot ‘et” murmured Chelsea as she wagged her finger to and fro, as if scolding a naughty child. 

A wave of warmth rushed through Cole as he acknowledged he was at Chelsea’s mercy, he belonged to her now. He looked up at her blushing cheeks and sparkling eyes, as overwhelming to him as a looming tidal wave, and realised that he’d been so fixated on his own embarrassment that he hadn’t noticed how much she was enjoying this too. His thoughts raced as he tried to make sense of it. Did this mean Chelsea liked him as more than just a friend? The revelation completely upended his view of the world and his place in it more than shrinking to three inches had. His heart beat as fast as a hummingbird as he imagined being close with Chelsea, and just physically, but emotionally. There really was someone in this cold world that loved him, and that changed everything.

Chelsea spat out his feet and raised her head. “A-are you ok Cole?” she asked with a genuine note of concern, having noticed his shocked expression. Her flirtiness was gone as fast as the brush of her fringe over an ear. “I’m sorry! I took things too far, I didn’t mean…” She gulped, cutting off the confession. She was as disoriented as Cole, being unsure what her feelings really were, or how far she’d been going to take her giantess roleplay. 

“I-I’m ok, I’m just a bit… overwhelmed.” replied Cole with a wan smile. “It’s been… quite the day.” 

Chelsea smiled, then broke into a laugh. “It really has, you’ve put up with me so well. I’m sorry for making your day so, um, overwhelming.”

“Oh please don’t apologise! I loved it, and… um. I love…” Cole’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he prepared to confess his feelings for Chelsea, but it felt like he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t get in enough air to say the final word.

Chelsea watched him wide eyed, utterly fixated on his speech, and holding her breath as she awaited the final word…

“HEY BABE, YOU HOME?” came a loud reverberating voice from downstairs.

Chelsea’s eyes nearly burst from their sockets as she clasped her hand over her mouth, as if worried she might blurt out something inappropriate, and looked frantically down at Cole. She coughed, then yelled “G-GIVE ME A MINUTE!”

“OH, ARE YOU IN BED ALREADY?” The words accompanied the thud of footsteps coming up stairs.

Chelsea swept her palm under Cole, scooping him up as she glanced from side to side. “He can’t know…” she whispered, not specifying whether she meant Cole’s presence or her feelings. She shuffled to the edge of the bed on her knees, then pulled open the drawer of the bedside cabinet. She nudged aside a couple of old paperback novels and laid Cole down between a couple of tubes of moisturiser. “We’ll explain this to Jeffrey later…” she said before sliding the drawer partially shut. 

The bedroom door burst open with a bang. “Oh, you’re still dressed? How disappointing… but we can change that quickly,” said Jeffrey as he approached the bed. 

Chelsea rolled onto her back and gave her husband a weak smile. “You’re back early!”

“Well I couldn’t leave my little love-muffin too long without a good fucking could I?” Jeffrey unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to his knees, showing off bulging tartan boxers and hairy thighs. He gave Chelsea’s knee a slap. “Roll over, you know how I like it…” 

Chelsea dutifully rolled back onto her hands and knees. Her head hovered over the pillow which still retained the indent from Cole’s former presence.

Jeffrey gripped both sides of Chelsea’s hips, then tugged down her shorts, revealing the damp panties sticking to her pubic mound. “Oh, you’ve been waiting for me like a good girl,” said Jeffrey as he peeled down her underwear, leaving her curvy butt the highest point of her body. He gave both cheeks a light slap, causing them to wobble and evoking a gasp from Chelsea.

“B-be gentle,” she said.

“Of course, I wouldn’t want to harm that prime real-estate of yours.” replied Jeffrey while tugging down his boxers and giving freedom to his stubby erect dick. He shuffled forward, positioning his knees between Chelsea’s spread legs and laying his cock against Chelsea’s soft ass cheeks.

“Have you been a good girl while I was away?” he asked while stroking his cock down her nethers, coating the tip with her aroused juices.

“I’ve been ever so naughty” groaned Chelsea. She rocked her hips backwards, helping rub her outer pussy lips down the shaft of Jeffrey’s cock.

“Then you need to be punished,” said Jeffrey gruffly as he tilted his cock up, sliding back Chelsea’s quivering labia lips, then positioning the tip against the dark indent of her asshole. Chelsea let out a broken moan as the cock head pushed forward, opening up her anus and thrusting through to her rectum. Jeffrey grunted as he felt how tight her ass gripped his dick, before rocking his hips forward and penetrating deeper. She laid her head down on the pillow, muffling her growing groans as she moved her hips in tandem with Jeffrey, feeling him fill her up completely.

“God, I love your ass,” growled Jeffrey as his thrusts got faster, driving Chelsea’s moans to new heights. She dropped a hand between her thighs to frantically rub at her clit.  

“And I love…” Chelsea looked to the bedside drawer, then whispered “you.”

Jeffrey grunted as his crotch slapped against Chelsea’s rear with an audible clap. He slammed his dick in to its fullest before exploding his seed inside her. Chelsea let out a small squeal as she delved two fingers deep into her pussy. Her fingertips rubbed the lump of Jeffrey’s hard cock through the connecting flesh as she brought herself to a long-delayed climax. She shuddered as Jeffrey pulled his dick back out of her, then slumped onto the bed, breathing hard while still gazing lovingly at the bedside cabinet.

Cole remained in the drawer, listening to the heaving breathing of husband and wife. He looked down shamefully at his crotch and the damp spot where he’d just jerked himself off. Of course Chelsea didn’t love him, he told himself. She was married, he was just… a friend? A plaything? It was all so confusing.

“I’m going to take a shower,” said Jeffrey as he clambered off the bed, making Chelsea’s bare ass wobble on the bed. He left his pants on the floor as he headed towards the ensuite bathroom.

Chelsea waited for him to partially swing the door shut behind him before dragging herself over to the drawer. She peeked through the opening. “We’ll talk more tomorrow,” she whispered. “Sleep well Cole, I… love you.” Her final words came out as a croak as the emotional tension that had built in her these past few days came to a crescendo. She pushed the drawer fully closed before Cole could say anything, then rolled back onto the bed, feeling her heart pounding faster than when Jeffrey had been inside her. 

Cole blinked in the darkness, shaking his head as he tried to replay the words he’d heard and wondering whether this was all a dream. His life had just gotten a lot more complicated.