January
“Okay, last call on drinks,” Laurie called, the raucous
sounds of the New Year’s party echoed through her small house. Eve and Evan
were present, Evan hanging drunkenly out of a red party cup filled with cheap
champagne.
“You taste so sweet,” Eve giggled, taking another sip.
“Fuck, getting a little shallow in here,” Evan slurred, “L-Laurie,
fill up my pool!”
She sighed, topping off Eve’s drink and letting Evan’s legs
float behind him, “you two are seriously cut off after this one,” Laurie
warned.
Laurie’s friends and family gathered around the TV, chanting
as the sphere in Times Square began to fall.
“Five”
“Four”
“Three”
“Two”
“One!”
“Happy new year!” Evan and Eve shouted to each other, and
her giant lips pressed down into his face, the pillowy pink flesh covering his
entire head as he drunkenly tried to return the kiss.
Eve separated a moment, her face flushed from more than just
lust, “time to finish my drink,” she giggled. She tipped back the red party
cup, and Evan cried out in surprise, laughing as the flow of the cheap drink
swept him towards Eve’s waiting mouth. Her tongue darted out into the flow,
tickling around his legs briefly and pressing against the outside of his pants.
He groaned as the strong muscle briefly massaged him, and as his legs went limp,
he wondered if he would be swept right down her throat…
Eve pulled the cup away empty, wiping her lips. She laughed
again, looking down at the empty cup, thinking a moment. Something was wrong
there… Suddenly it clicked.
“Evan?” She squeaked in panic.
Laurie turned away from a conversation she was having with
one of her cousins and frowned, “Where is he?”
“H-He was in the cup,” Eve muttered, “and then I chugged the
cup…”
Laurie’s eyes went wide, and she closed the distance between
herself and Eve instantly, “Come here!” she shouted, trying to force her finger
down Eve’s throat, “you’ve got to-“
Eve just gagged in response, fighting feebly against
Laurie’s finger as the other woman tried to save her friend.
“Guys,” Evan’s voice called. The two women paused their
struggle, looking down into the cleavage of Eve’s party dress. Her skin was
just slightly damp with spilled champagne, and Evan drunkenly waved from his
spot atop her breasts. “I fell out of the cup!” he laughed.
“Okay,” Laurie sighed, “Eve, Evan, you’re cut off and you’re
staying here tonight.”
“Groovy,” Eve giggled, dangling Evan in front of her. Her
tongue darted out and licked its way up his body, savoring the lingering taste
of the champagne.
...
Evan blinked himself awake; his vision blurry as he tried to
figure out where he was. The room was unfamiliar, and he was held tightly in
Eve’s grip. He groaned a bit, shifting and letting the hazy memories of the
night before drift back to him. He was naked, but he almost always was when he
slept, and the slightly grimy skin of her palm smeared against him as he turned
to look at the giant woman who had fallen asleep cuddling him like a stuffed
animal. Laurie’s guest room, he remembered, the two of them had crashed here
last night…
“Happy New Year,” Eve muttered with a smile. Before he could
return the greeting, she brought him up to her cheek, snuggling him against her
warm skin and just keeping him there a moment. “Ugh,” he muttered, “I still
smell like champagne.”
“It’s a good flavor for you,” she giggled, “you were
marinating in it all night…” her grip tightened on him a moment, feeling something
small and hard poking against her palm. “Hmm…” she said, drawing him up over
her face, “what’s that?” She released her fingers slightly, keeping her thumb
and forefinger under his armpits so he dangled over her face.
“It’s the morning,” he replied noncommittally, “sometimes
you just wake up… ready to go.”
“I know what morning wood is,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Now, hold still!” She opened her mouth wide, slowly lowering him in.
“W-wait a minute,” he called, “I’m not sure I like where
this is going!”
She just giggled, letting him drop. Her mouth quickly closed
around him, and the top of his head just barely managed to stick out from her
lips as her tongue arced up to play with its new toy. He grunted in surprise,
then in pleasure, as it found its way between his legs and began working itself
against his erection, the slow powerful movements of the wet muscle holding him
in place as it worked on him.
He gasped in surprise as Eve’s finger came up, and a low
throaty giggle echoed all around him as her finger made contact with the top of
his head. With a slow, yet powerful, push, she forced him down, all the way
into her mouth as the lips sealed above him, blocking out the light.
Evan felt a brief moment of instinctive panic, but it was
driven away as her tongue returned again, seemingly happy to have him
completely as it’s prisoner. Her spit was dripping all around him, and he was
soaked as Eve casually tumbled him in her mouth, pressing him into the stretchy
flesh of her cheeks playfully, then back behind her teeth as she closed them
with a *click,* sealing him in like a cage.
Eve fought to keep her mouth’s prisoner in place as his tiny
hands traced along the back of her teeth. With a grunt she used her tongue to
force him against the roof of her mouth, determined to finish him off. With a
series of quick licks that caused his entire body to spasm in pleasure, her
tongue won the contest of wills, quickly reminding the tiny man of just how
powerful his giant lover was as he sprayed his seed across the inside of her
mouth. Evan’s world suddenly compressed as Eve sucked what little he had to
give down her dark maw, and he listened in awe as she swallowed, a powerful
contraction of muscle that could be felt even if she was keeping him from going
down with it.
Light returned to the world as her mouth opened, and a pair
of fingers gripped his arm, slowly slipping him back through those same lips.
He panted a moment, dripping with spit and limp as the smiling goddess held him
over her face, admiring her handiwork.
“Great way to ring in the new year,” he said weakly, smiling
down at her.
…
As always, January began with a mix of bitter cold that hit
all the harder with the holidays behind and forgotten. Eve quickly found
herself dreading her morning commute, for the icy winds that chafed her skin
and chapped her lips, and the misery of sitting in her car and dreading the
fact that she’d be going in to work with, or rather for, Amber.
“Uh oh, look who’s late,” The redhead sniggered, coffee cup
in hand as she watched Eve plod to her cubicle.
“It’s not even ten minutes past the hour!” Eve protested,
“there’s still some ice on the roads and-“
“Business begins at nine Eve,” Amber said with a smirk,
“I’ll have to make a note you were tardy today. I’m sure HR can deduct an
appropriate amount of your PTO.” The other woman’s heels clicked on the ground
as she walked away. Eve scowled angrily, logging in to her workstation as she
began looking over her accounts for the day.
She’d been working for a few hours, still fuming over Amber,
when she heard giggling from somewhere in the office. She sighed, trying to
ignore it. People had their social groups in the office, she didn’t usually
begrudge them some talk and laughing, after all she’d used to spend a lot of
the day gossiping with… She furiously refused to even think the name, typing
faster angrily.
“Just do it!” a woman’s voice whispered.
“L-Ladies, come on,” a panicked voice called.
She froze, her head shooting up. Was that-
“Charles, just come over here,” another voice giggled.
Eve stood up, looking over her cubicle towards the break
room. A group of women, most of whom she recognized from Amber’s new circle of
friends, were gathered around one of the tables. With her heart in her throat
Eve started walking towards them, the click of her own heels announcing her
presence.
The other office women turned around, parting slightly and
revealing a very stressed looking Charles on the table next to a shoe. The poor
tiny looked like hell, his remaining hair on the side of his bald head mussed,
and his glasses askew. She’d known he wasn’t taking well to Amber’s tenure as
boss, seeing it laid out here like this… it hurt. On either side of him were a
pair of women’s shoes, why were those on the table?
“Uh, hey guys, what’s going on?” she asked uncomfortably.
“Diane and I have a little wager,” a dirty blonde named
Sandy said with a grin, “we think that since Charles is tiny now, he’s sort of
an expert on women’s shoes, so we figured we’d see if he could tell which one
was mine-“
“Or which one was mine,” Diane butted in.
“Just by looking at them,” Sandy finished.
“We were just helping him a bit, putting him in there,
letting him really sniff around and see if he could figure it out,” Diane said,
winking down to the tiny man.
Eve felt something welling up inside her, she was always a
follower in these kinds of situations, and even a few months ago she’d have
joined right in, sliding her shoe off to help torment the tiny man… Now though?
Fuck me, she thought miserably.
“Uh guys, we should probably all get back to work,” she said
feebly.
“Oh really?” Sandy asked, glaring at her, “I’ll just call
Amber out of her office, see if she’s okay with us having a little team
building time?”
Eve’s legs almost turned to jelly, there was no way she had
the courage to confront Amber in front of the group like this. She tried to
think, mind racing. Charles looked at her pleadingly.
An evil smile traced across her features, “Charles is
probably filthy from playing in your shoes Sandy,” she swiped him up before they
could say anything else, “I’ll go scrub the little guy off in the ladies room.”
Charles had a betrayed look on his face that almost broke her heart, but she
kept going. “He’ll need to get out of these clothes of course.”
The ladies howled with laughter, dispersing and letting her
take the tiny man off to what they assumed would be another torment. Charles
almost had tears in his eyes by the time the ladies room door closed behind
her, and Eve sighed, setting him on the sink so she could clear her head for a
moment.
“E-Eve,” Charles began nervously, “I thought we-“
“I’m not going to do it,” she said in a tired voice, “I
just… needed to get you away from them.”
“Oh,” he smiled and slunk back against the faucet in relief,
“thanks…” he breathed out slowly, “I’m moving my workstation downstairs tomorrow,”
he said finally, “I’ve got a few friends down there, I don’t know if you know
Bob and Mary, but they’ll keep Amber and her harpies off me… she’ll still be my
boss I guess, but I won’t have to see her as much.”
“That’s great!” Eve said with a smile, “I wish I could
follow you…”
He snorted, “I wish I could just leave this whole job.” He
sighed and looked down a minute, “this company is the only one I know of that
actually lets shrinkees keep working once we… you know.” He sighed, “nobody in
my contacts list would even return my emails. Corporate is tiny-friendly at
least…”
“Could they help out with Amber?” she asked eagerly.
He rolled his eyes, “I’m going to complain to HR, but I’m
sure it’ll amount to nothing. They’ll say it’s anonymous, but her little
friends will ferret it out for her, and the best outcome will be sending her to
a sensitivity training.”
“I’m sorry,” she said softly.
“Don’t be,” he said, standing up again, “I’m not going to
just live in fear of her… well, maybe I am, I’m not a brave guy Eve… but I’m
just going to have to tough it out, for the people I care about.”
“Yeah,” Eve muttered. “I get it.” She smirked, “you know,
I’ve got a friend of mine I need to introduce you to sometime.”
“The tiny guy you live with?” Charles asked.
Eve frowned, “yeah, how did you-“
“Hearing Amber rant about how he was kicking your ass was
pretty fun,” he admitted.
“He didn’t kick my ass!” she said defensively, “we uh… came
to an arrangement.”
“But he’s still running around, no chip?” Charles teased.
“Well, did your wife get YOU chipped?” Eve asked, already
regretting it as the words left her mouth.
To her relief Charles just rolled his eyes, “she refused, so
I hired someone off a food delivery app to take me in and get it done myself.”
“She refused?” Eve asked, confused.
“She said I was her husband at any size, and she wouldn’t do
it,” he said with a fond smile, “and let me tell you it sucked, that needle is
huge.” Unconsciously he rubbed his bottom, “but I wanted it so someone like
Amber couldn’t run off with me.” He shrugged, “still though, it really meant a
lot to me that she said that… when you’re this size, respect and love like that
goes a long way.”
“Y-Yeah,” Eve said, blinking away a quick tear. “Uh, listen,
Charles, I think I’m going to call it a half day. Seeing as how you’re moving
your desk tomorrow; I think you should too. If you want, I could drive you
home?”
He thought a minute, “Yeah, that sounds nice, are your
cupholders clean?”
She blinked, “Uh, I guess?”
“It’s where I ride in most cars,” he explained, “this
country is suffering from an epidemic of sticky and disgusting cupholders.”
…
Eve stormed into the house, throwing her purse on the ground
and kicking her shoes off. She took a deep breath, steeling herself.
Marshmallow looked at her curiously, surprised to see her home early.
“Evan,” she called, “we need to talk!”
“You’re home early,” his voice called from one of the floor
vents, “everything okay?”
“Just get out here,” she said impatiently.
“Wow, I know I said your attempts to catch me were losing
steam, but ‘just get out here’ is a new low Eve.”
She rolled her eyes, “Evan, I’m giving up.”
There was a stunned silence, “Eve…” he said slowly, not sure
where to begin.
“No, I Eve O’Mara, officially surrender,” She said, throwing
her hands up in mock defeat, “Evan the Tiny has beaten me, I have no more fight
in me.”
“Eve do you have a fever or something?” Evan had suddenly
appeared next to her ankle, startling her a bit, in the moment she managed to
notice there was a small section of the baseboard with a hidden door he must
have used, and he had to be in a bit of shock too since he’d left it open and
exposed behind him. He put a hand to her ankle, frowning as he tried to check
for a temperature.
She sighed and stood her ground, “No, I’m fine Evan, in fact
I spent twenty minutes out in the car trying to decide what I wanted to say.”
She took a deep breath, “I don’t want to do our game anymore, I want to take
the loss… I want to just be with you, like we were a normal…” she swallowed,
“girlfriend and boyfriend.”
He blinked, “I uh…” he cleared his throat, “I refuse!”
“What!?” she exclaimed.
“I refuse your surrender!” he said, gesturing up at her,
“the game continues!”
“You can’t refuse my surrender,” she said, growing
irritated, “how would that even work? You can’t force me to chase you!”
He looked like he was about to say something, then stopped.
“Shit,” he muttered, “yeah… I think we’re at an impasse or
something here.”
“I don’t want to chip you, or register you as mine, or any
of that,” Eve said, “I just want…” She gulped, “I just want to…”
“What?” he asked, looking up at her, “Like, do you want to
wager the house, Vegas style or-“
“No!” she said, exasperated, “I want you, like I want to BE
with you Evan.” She sighed, “I want us to date for real, no more only being a
couple on holidays, or around Laurie and her family, I want to call you my
boyfriend every single day of the year.”
He was quiet a minute, and she heard the steady beat of her
heart as she waited for an answer. The tiny man looked up at her, his mouth a thin
line. Finally, the smallest smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
“Okay then,” He said slowly, “I… I’ve got to admit, I’ve
felt the same way for a while now.” He laughed suddenly, “I’m going to really
rub it in Laurie’s face next time I see her, I won!” He jumped up in the air,
“in your face Eve! I am the baddest bad ass of all time, shrinking? Didn’t even
slow me down!”
“Okay tiger, calm down,” she said chuckling.
“No way,” he said, grinning broadly, “you came here to make
me your pet, and now you’re my girlfriend, and I got a good six months
of home maintenance and rent money out of you!” He puffed his chest out
proudly, “I’d say I’m a model for tiny guys everywhere!”
“Oh god, I knew you were going to be like this,” she
chuckled, rubbing her temples. “Okay king tiny, I took the rest of the
afternoon off, so how should we spend it?”
“Upstairs,” he said, a grin stretching across his face,
“bedroom!”
“That’s what I was thinking too!” she said with a smile. She
reached down for him, closing her fingers around him softly as she kicked off
her shoes and began walking up the stairs. “This is another reason I needed to…
well, give up,” she giggled, making her way down the hall, “I couldn’t keep
waiting until holidays for this!”
“Oh man, there were nights Eve,” he laughed as they entered
the bedroom, “there were nights when I had to talk myself out of letting you
catch me, I’d say to myself ‘come on Evan, you can get away from her after you
get off’ then I’d get all the way to one of my exits before my common sense
would kick in.”
“In fairness, you always did escape after you got off,” Eve
said demurely, laying back in the bed and laying him between her legs. She began
unbuttoning her shirt, “I really should have just sealed the deal and played
with you after… but…” She giggled as she started undoing her skirt, “well, you
were always too much to resist.”
She froze a moment, “hey,” she said slowly, “You never DID
let me catch you on purpose, did you?”
“Uh,” he chuckled nervously even as he started taking his
own clothes off. “One time,” he admitted.
“Which time?” Eve asked, amused. “Was it when I left that
bag of M&Ms out as bait?”
“No,” he admitted, red faced, “Uh, do you remember that time
I was in your nylon?”
Her eyes went wide, and she sat up looming over him with an
excited grin, “Oh god, I knew it!” she giggled, “I know a lot of stuff can be
overwhelming at that size, but there’s no way you ‘got lost’ in my nylons! They’re
one way in and out Evan!”
“I went inside them because you left them on the floor,” he
admitted, “I was horny and they smelled nice, I’m not proud of it, but I
decided it was better to let you think I was stupid rather than-“
“Naughty,” Eve said, fighting the urge to laugh. “Okay,
we’ll revisit that later… for now?” She walked her fingers down her stomach,
over her belly button, and then stopped at her patch of rich brown pubic hair,
twirling it slightly as she spread herself open.
Evan didn’t need to be told twice, the waiting pink entrance
invited him in, glistening and filling the air around him with the heavy rich
musk of her arousal. He let her other hand come around, helping him position
himself as the tight tunnel enveloped him, covering his body with the silky
fluids as he easily slipped inside.
Eve breathed out slowly, savoring the sensation as the tiny
man positioned himself inside her. This was always her favorite part, right at
the beginning when he was completely inside her. She began to finger herself
slowly, and as expected Evan began to fight against her contracting muscles.
She grinned, picking up speed.
Evan noticed every slight change in her pace, her powerful
walls squeezing against him as he did his best to move deeper. As always, the
slick and powerful womanhood easily overpowered him, the merest hint of her
ecstasy overwhelming his body and rendering him powerless. It was all he could
do to try to please her, even as the movements rubbed her against him sent
jolts up his own spine.
“Not yet!” she giggled, bringing her hand down and catching
his tiny feet as he was starting to slip out. She gently pushed him back in, filling
his nose and mouth with her taste as he was forced forward against the tight
wetness. She crossed her legs, hoping to keep him from slipping out again, and
she was rewarded with a powerful twitch as his body slid deeper into her.
Evan gasped, his hair stuck to his face, and every inch of
him was soaked as the pressure around him increased. He fought to move forward
again, even as the pillowy insides molded around him, preparing for Eve’s final
orgasm, a flood that would wash him and his seed away. He cried out in the
darkness of her pussy as he came, the earthquake of Eve’s orgasm followed him a
moment later.
…
In the cold of January the upper levels of the house
sometimes had trouble staying warm. It didn’t matter, Eve still had a slight
sheen of sweat on her forehead as she laid back against her pillow, content.
She gently twirled her finger around Evan’s head, toying with him as he lay,
soaked, between her breasts. She might have lost their game, but she felt like
a winner.
“I’m in the mood for pizza,” Evan said finally, “that’s what
you eat when you’ve won something.”
“I suppose it’s fair that the big winner picks dinner,” Eve
said with a grin. “Do you want to come with me to pick it up, or stay here?”
“With you,” he said, sitting up, “I mean…” he sniffed, the
smell of her pussy filling his nostrils still, “I might need to wash up first.”
“I could put you somewhere… out of sight,” she said with a
small smirk.
He thought a moment, then grinned, “sure, just rinse me off
in the sink before dinner, I guess. Where am I riding, panties or bra?”
She placed him on the nightstand as she walked to her piled
clothes. She picked up her discarded nylons thoughtfully, then walked back to
him.
“I usually don’t like to wear these when I’m not at the
office,” she said in a sultry voice, “but… since you liked them enough to risk
your freedom for them, I think they’re a fair reward.”
“Uh, yeah,” Evan rasped excitedly, “okay!”
Her hand cradled behind him, ushering him towards the edge
of the table, and then finally pushing him over. He tumbled down into the
nylons, the slight scent of her sweat surrounding him as she slipped on the
rest of her clothing. She shook them a bit, grinning through the material at
him as he settled down into the toe. He looked up the long tunnel of the
legging to see the familiar sight of her toes, leading the rest of her foot
down towards him.
…
The office’s unpleasantness seemed to double for Eve, made
all the more potent by knowing that Evan was waiting at home for her now.
Charles had managed to get himself to another floor at least, Eve still saw him
at lunch sometimes, and she was happy that he’d managed to escape most of
Amber’s torments… most.
“Eve,” the redheaded woman said coolly, walking to the
entrance of the cubicle. Eve glared at her, fighting to remain pleasant as her
boss sipped a steaming cup of coffee.
“Can I help you with something?” Eve asked as politely as
she could, “I’m just finishing up for the day and-“
“Oh, don’t give me that!” Amber said with a grin, “I finally
caught up with that little rodent Charles, and we had ourselves a chat about
you!”
Her blood ran cold, “A-About me?” Eve asked.
“See, I heard you grabbed him when some friends of mine were
having a little fun,” Amber continued, “and I was… curious.” She stared into
her coffee cup a smug grin on her face, “I really can’t believe you-“
Eve wilted under Amber’s gaze, part of her desperately
wanted to tell the woman to fuck off, but she just stayed silent.
Amber raised an eyebrow, and continued, “bug boy told me you
stepped on his ass, then threatened to drop him in the toilet!” Amber laughed.
Eve’s mouth fell open in shock, “that’s so fucking sick, I love it!” She
stopped laughing after a few minutes, oblivious to Eve’s surprise, “Oh wow,”
she breathed, “I really was worried about you Eve. I’m making some budget cuts,
and I’ve got to admit, you were on the line.”
“Uh,” Eve gulped, “yeah well, I…” she didn’t know what to
say next, this was uncharted territory.
“I’ve really missed our little talks,” Amber said, finishing
her coffee, “hey, there’s a sort of corporate team building thing coming up
next month, I’m supposed to pick a few of my best people for it. What do you
think?”
“Sure!” Eve said without thinking. She almost clasped her
hands over her mouth, this wasn’t what she wanted at all, but she also didn’t
want to lose her job…
“Hell yeah!” Amber said, doing a fist pump, “welcome back to
the winner’s circle Eve! You’ll have to fill me in on the rat living in your
walls, I’m sure you’re going to get him any time now.”
“Oh uh, sure,” Eve said, giving a weak grin, “I’ll tell you
all about it…”
Amber winked, then left to continue her rounds. Eve clacked
away at her keyboard numbly. So, Charles had lied, covered for her in a way,
probably to spare her from bullying after she’d helped him… She was back in the
winner’s circle apparently, but did she want to be?