It was like pins and needles, the endless tingling from her crown to tips of her fingers and her toes, and it felt like it was on fire.

Purely by instinct, Lola awoke yelping and patting at her arms and legs as if they were on fire and rolling over onto her back as she imagined scorching red hot flames dousing her all over. But in a matter of a few seconds from coming back to consciousness, she realised matter of factly that she wasn’t on fire at all and that the crazy sensation was happening from under her skin - the golden tanned skin that was pimpled all over and her hairs sticking on end as if she had some kind of static shock.

The other thing she realised was, she wasn’t wearing any clothes.

“M-my bikini…?! What the…” Lola mumbled as she wrapped an arm around herself as she sat up straight, angling herself on her behind. This she regretted as her head began to swim around in circles and feeling the tingling sensation prickle at her forehead. She winced and patted her palm again against her head, feeling the damp cold sweat from both her head and hand.

She didn’t realise she had a ringing in her ears until it started to subside, noticing right away the familiar rumbling of the ships engines. “The… Ship…” Lola again mumbling and straining to speak. Her throat was dry and she had to cough to be able to speak.

Faded memories began to become clearer to her by the second. She was on holiday. She was a cruise liner with her family, that being her mother and father, and older sister by a few years. This was their second to last night on their holiday… That’s right… They had all gone for the last meal in the family friendly restaurant on one of the middle decks…She had gone to the toilet… Washed her hands… And blacked out.

“Don’t tell me… I’ve got food poisoning…” she barely held in a small laugh. Wouldn’t that be a hoot, getting seriously ill just before departing what was a nice 5 night trip, with the day after tomorrow the family setting off back home after having spent an extravagant amount of money - something they wouldn’t be able to do again for quite some time.

She rubbed her eyes and brushed her hair from her face and groaned as she stood up and opened her eyes.

In an instant, she wished that she hadn’t. She wished that she could close them again, forget what she is seeing right now and return to a time before she blacked out.

But she couldn’t.

If Lola could have found her voice, she was sure she could have screamed loud enough for the astronauts on the International Space Station to hear her. Instead, her voice seemed to squash itself in her throat, her tongue swelled up and tears began to swell and slowly slide down her cheeks. If anyone were to look back into her deep green eyes, they would see themselves with pure clarity.

Her head slowly tilted upwards as she tried to take in her surroundings which seemed more and more impossible to do the more she observed what seemed to be her new reality.

“It can’t… This isn’t…” Lola panicked. She was sure she was safe, safe as anyone else who hadn’t caught… “But I’ve had the… All 3 of t-them… The vaccines…!” She rubbed her left arm, feeling a small bump where she had her shots pricked into her and left a scar half the size of an M&M. She was guaranteed to be safe!

Lola didn’t understand. How could she? At 13 years old, she was even younger when the so-called virus appeared, and the global epidemic began.

It had taken at least 2 and half years for a vaccine to be created. A vaccine that was created and tested and treated by the world’s brightest and best that all came together in the time of desperate need. There was a time when this looked nearly impossible to achieve…

Scores of people from all over the world, from all paths of life and faith shrank. What seemed like a complete fantasy became a real dream come true for some, and a complete nightmare for others. There was no way to tell who would shrink and when, though it was rumoured there were people with rare signs of symptoms like sudden muscle bulking and water loss, like being over sensitive to sounds or temperatures. Odd symptoms. But this was barely tested, if ever, due to the fact that the victim would disappear before tests could be carried out.

For Lola, she was still very young to understand the impact of what had happened around her and her memories were very washed around due to the utter chaos that ensued when the virus really began to make an impact. She always supposed that would have been when the US President had shrunk to the size of next to nothing, the world really began to adjust itself from that point on.

Amidst the lockdowns, the constant waves of new news regarding who and how many people had shrunk within the last hour, last day, last week, last month etc.

Tinies, they were called now apparently. It was unknown who came up with the moniker but it seemed to stick pretty quickly. Conversations on the news and day-time TV programs regarded the shrunken population as such as so it was meant to be. The shrunken were now the Tinies. And on the news and day-time TV programs, the debates on Tinies’ rights and privileges, how to care and budget for this new crisis and what new world has awoken from this dire situation the world has found itself in.

As the months went on by, there was numerous TV shows and social media channels were being produced solely on the subject of tiny people, the “Tinizisation” of the modern world… As well as other programs more tuned for exploring the deeper, darker depths of humankind. And tinykind.

Lola wasn’t really aware about that, she was relatively isolated from the crisis. The family was tight-knit and they isolated when they were told to, washed hands and wore masks when needed and were pretty respectful of other people and their surroundings. In their extended family, nobody else seemed to be affected. Though her Aunty Susan had mentioned one time that her neighbour’s husband had shrunk to the size of her little fingernail, she remembered her Aunt giggling to her mother as she was on her way out of the room and on her way to bed. She didn’t understand why her Aunt was giggling in all honesty - she wondered if she found a tiny man, how funny would she find it?

A year and some months had passed before life began to return back to normal. But what was normal at this point? As the real numbers began to be calculated, it was realised how much of an impact the virus had on the world. Politicians, engineers, doctors and scientists, teachers, councillors, gym trainers and swimmers, librarians, actors and cameramen, marines, police, shopkeepers and office staff… Every country was affected leaving no stone unturned. It was said that nearly 10% of the world had shrunk, with the average size being around an inch but tinies were found at various sizes usually being smaller than the average.

This created a massive workspace crisis, but also helped resolve the issues of the world's poor and homeless, being able to fill in positions of desperate need and moving into properties that were no longer accommodated. In some cases, the crises helped some in their relationships - being able to live closer together and having to take more care of their loved ones proved to be healthy and rewarding. While others had darker intentions with their tinies. These were stories Lola was unaware of, purposely so by her overbearing parents.

Whenever there was a news story regarding a tiny being abused, the channel was quickly changed to something more appropriate, though this seemed to be harder and harder to do as more and more programs were being produced for the evening, more adult audiences. Programs such as Bigger Brother (a daily-shown reality series based on an 18 year old’s tiny ½ inch sister), Love On Cheerio Island (where groups of tinies compete for love interests within a cereal bowl) and 24 Hours In Me. Needless to say, that was a program for well beyond the watershed.

These programs were quickly a hot topic within the school that Lola attended and while Lola hadn’t watched any of the programs her peers were excitedly talking about, she couldn’t help take an interest.

“...When she kissed that Guy and that milk drop crashed on his head…”

“...Wiggling in his pants…!”

“...I’d DIE if I got asked to go on…”

Unless she got to see some of the programs her friends were talking about, there was no point in listening to them any further. Being isolated from the Tinizisation, as it’s so called nowadays, Lola continued to be Lola and do Lola things. Swimming, hanging out with friends at the mall and studying. She really wanted to be a marine biologist having taken inspiration from meeting her friend’s Uncle who had visited from the Caribbean for a few days. Everything he had spoken about his profession had ignited Lola’s curiosity for the ocean and everything in it.

Hard working and down to earth, Lola was unlike her older sister. Whereas Elsie was 4 years old, wild and adventurous, Lola was introverted and quiet. Not to say she didn’t like other people and didn’t like to explore new horizons, but she was quite comfortable being able to be on her own for extended periods of time. She quite liked the idea that was independent and confident in herself and her abilities to get on with her tasks and find ways to entertain herself. Being contained within isolation for months on end, it really wasn’t much of a nuisance for her and was in some ways dreading going back to school once the vaccines began to roll out.

The shots, 3 of them in all, were entirely for preventative measures with a 97% success rate and were certainly not a cure for those already affected by the virus. It seemed by the very impossible and somewhat otherworldly nature of the virus that it was thought impossible to attain such a cure to be able to restore people back to their original heights.

Once you were a Tiny, you were tiny for the rest of your miniature life and there was very little choice in the matter - you just had better hope that if you shrank, you shrank around good company.

Within the first week of returning to school, already the dynamic was changing amongst her peers. Rumours of the school bully were that he had shrunk into nothing and had vanished down a storm drain, another that a school teacher had been found in a changing room in a clothes store. And this meant hushed, excited whispers and gossips but also tearful anxious pupils wary. Wary that if they were next, what would happen to them? This was a thought that crossed Lola’s mind now and then, and it didn’t help when she had bumped into her friend Sasha on an ordinary afternoon.

Coming out of her last class of the day, the young brunette tucked her stationary into her rucksack and tidied her long straight hair behind her ears as she followed her classmates out of the school. She sighed as it was a hot sunny day and it wasn’t even 4pm yet, her dogs would need to be walked when she got home and she also remembered to pick up a bag of potatoes from the shop on the way back. As she continued to list her activities for the rest of the day, Lola felt a small tap on her right shoulder which immediately got her attention and turned to her friend Sasha. With a big smile, Sasha greeted and quickly hugged her friend, reminding Lola that Sasha was at least 4 inches taller than herself with the top of her head only reaching the dark skinned girl's chin.

“It’s Friday lil’ Lola!” squealed the taller girl with her hands now gripping the smaller girl's shoulders Lola looked up into her friend's large round eyes, whilst taking in her striking beauty. Her white pristine teeth were pronounced as they were revealed behind her large soft lips. Her frizzy hair wafted in the summer air and she had to bounce her head to blow it from her eyes. “Are you coming?!”

Lola was initially taken back by Sasha’s excitement and was confused by her giddiness. “Coming where?” she muttered.

“Alex’s party! You were invited, you know, and you never come out!”

“I know but… Well I might…” again, she muttered back at Sasha. Indeed she had been invited by one of the more popular guys in the school, something that had never happened to her before, and she was interested considering most of her friends were going too so at least she wouldn’t be on her own…. She noticed Sasha was sucking on something. “Do you mind not chewing chewing gum in front of me? So gross…” she couldn’t help but lightly giggle.

“Huh?” Sasha hummed, with a slight tilt of her head expressing her confusion. “Oh!” giggling, she rolled her tongue in her mouth. “Sorry… Anyway, are you coming then? It’s the first big party thing since lockdown! Everyone’s coming! You would look so cute in that polka dress you got in the spring!”

Lola noticed that Sasha was still holding onto her shoulders with a firm grip, and she nudged out of her hands with a smile. “Sure, just… Don’t leave me on my own, OK?”

Sasha beamed and grinned again with a small squeal. “This is going to be so much fun! It’ll be so weird catching up with everyone again, don’t you think Alex has gotten bigger since last year? I wonder if he’s gotten bigger down there too!” She laughed but very quickly jumped and cupped her hand to her mouth for a moment before tucking her gum back into her mouth. She looked back at Lola.

Lola saw a look on Sasha she had never seen before, a curious look indeed. It was almost like it was a forbidden grin, or a smile she was trying to hide from her friend and once again her cupped hand returned to her mouth. Lola heard a small slurp and she giggled at her friend.

“Erm Sasha, are you having some trouble there?” Looking at her friend curiously, she motioned to continue walking. The schoolmates now thinned out as most of the kids had quickly scarpered from the grounds, but as she went to lift her foot to continue walking, Sasha lifted a finger from her other hand.

“One sheck…” she struggled to say. Watching on, Lola stifled a small giggle as she watched Sasha push her forefinger into her mouth, and quickly pulled it out with a pop. “OK, I’m good! So what time are you coming tonight?” But as the girls began to walk, Lola noticed something sticking out from the corner of her tall black friend.

“Probably for… I dunno, 8 maybe? Sash, you’ve got something… Sticking…” Lola pointed at her own mouth as to where the… thing… was sticking out from.#

“Fuck sake!” Sasha roughly mumbled. She grabbed Lola’s arm and pulled her round a corner of the building they had just exited. “One sec!” she said once again. But this time, she looked back at Lola with an innocent sly smirk. “OK, I’m about to show you something but you’ve gotta swear you won’t tell anyone else… That… Well you’ll see!”

Confused, Lola watched her friend tuck her thumb and forefinger into her mouth with after a couple of seconds, pulled out her gum. Though… It wasn’t gum…

“Sasha…?!” Lola strained as she saw what looked like a man being pulled from her mouth. Glistening with her friends drool, the light bounced from every bit of his tiny body as he was brought out into the light. She didn’t realise her own mouth was hanging open as she stared at the wiggling subject hanging in the giant fingers of her friend.

He was tiny, very tiny. Barely the size of Sasha’s little finger nail. And he was their age, maybe a little older by the looks of it… And naked.

Lola, with her mouth hung open still, watched as a thin string of saliva that connected the small boy's chest to Sasha's plump lower lip snapped and whipped the tiny across his face. She couldn’t help but chuckle a little, still in amazement at what she was seeing. Then her friend spoke again, more whispering directly to the subject that was gasping between her fingers

“Listen you, stop trying to climb out of my mouth!” Turning back to Lola with a smirk. “He’s been trying to do it all day, thinks he’s some kind of teeny Houdini heehee!” She giggled and turned her attention back to… “So listen Greg, last time we talk about this! I’ll let you out soon properly, I promise!” She began to bring the little panicking boy back to her yawning maw but Lola instinctually had to ask abruptly and even gripper her friend's arm.

“Who… Who is that Sash?”

“This?” Sasha paused and held the tiny boy in front of her mouth, mere inches away from his temporary prison. “This is Greg! I found him on the way to school this morning, I think he said something about being a brother to one of the girls that comes to this school but I couldn’t hear who he said his sister was. Maybe he fell out of her pocket or something, he was just lying on the footpath leading to the main drive into the school.” Lola was still watching the squirming white boy trapped between the dark fingers of her friends, hovering in front of her mouth as she spoke. There was something… Enticing… Watching him being held before a giant mouth.

“I…”

“He was a little dirty when I picked him up, but I ran him under the tap before taking register in the form room. He was squirming so much when I ran him under the hot tap, but nothing compared to what he was like when I popped him in here!” She giggled again as she once again yawned her mouth open in front of her tiny treat. Lola couldn’t see what Greg could see, but could feel a warmth emanating from within her… “I don’t know what made me do it, but when he came on my tongue for the first time… Oh my God it was so wild!” Lola turned to her friend with a slightly puzzled look. Sasha giggled at her friend for the look she was giving her. “Oh Lola, you’re so innocent. Just you wait until you get your own tiny!” Without so much as a pause, Greg disappeared between her friend’s lips as they closed behind him after having been thrown onto the large pink tongue.

Lola could swear she heard small screams before the lips had sealed shut.

Watching her friend’s cheeks bulge and suck in as she manipulated the treat in her mouth, she closed her own mouth and gulped lightly. “So… Party tonight then?”

She genuinely didn’t know what to make of the scene she had witnessed some time earlier in the day. After she and Sasha had parted ways, Lola was left attending to her thoughts as she slowly made her way back home. The summer sun wasn’t holding back anytime soon and the young girl was building up a sweat all over, she even remarked walking home naked would be better than the school clothes she was wearing. Her white polo shirt clung to her damp skin, and her skirt - though short - wasn’t short enough. Her thick white socks slumped down her round shins and her black school shoes did nothing to make her walk home comfortable.

And as she walked home, she looked around the street she was currently on and saw no one in sight, everybody had gone home already. Other than the odd pedestrian and resident of the houses that lined the street, it really was a quiet summer’s Friday afternoon. And her mind went back to her thoughts, daydreaming away her journey.

She couldn’t help think the reason why she was even walking back home later than everyone else. Sasha. And… Greg. The warmth she felt within earlier when she first saw Greg returned as she contemplated what she had witnessed.

He had looked petrified beyond all belief. Truly, Lola had never seen such an expression on someone’s face other than maybe an overbearing actor in a cheap horror film - maybe they were the better actors after all? Because, Lola thought to herself, there was no way he was faking his fear, his unfiltered terror as he could only look forward in front of himself, back at Sasha’s mouth.

“It must’ve been enormous to him…” she mumbled to herself. She couldn’t really imagine what Greg could see, but she tried to imagine herself being squashed between Sasha’s own fingertips being held in front of a giant mouth, ready to… Ready to… What exactly was Sasha doing to the poor boy?

Her mind continued to wander as she too wandered back home, walking through the front door of her house before she knew it. “I’m home Mum!” She shouted as she kicked off her shoes and immediately headed for the sofa in the living room, collapsing with a huff and a groan and closing her eyelids. It was roasting hot in her house and she felt like she needed a nap, even if she was still soaking with sweat all doused over her body.

She didn’t realise she had become wet from her thoughts about Sasha and Greg.

As time got closed to head to her local heartthrob's party, the idle thoughts Lola had about Sasha and Greg had gone and focused now on getting herself ready. Making her way down into the kitchen, noticing on the clock it was now 8:47pm, she hurried herself to the back door where the car was parked, Sasha waving back at her through the back door window.

“Wait Lola!” Her father called to her. Lola spun on her heels, she hadn’t even noticed the family standing in the kitchen looking like they had been waiting for her to show. “Just a quick word before you go!” Her father beckoned her back to the island in the kitchen, where he and Lola’s mother stood shoulder to shoulder, and Elsie round the side with her head lolling on her left shoulder looking bored and genuinely uninterested in what her parents were about to announce.

“What’s up?” Lola asked hurriedly, her eyes nervously twitching back to the clock and well aware her friend was waiting for her.

“Well since we’ve not been able to have any trips due to the lockdowns and such, your mum and I have been saving up for us to go on a trip on…!” Her father suddenly drum rolled with his slapping hands on the counter of the island. “A cruise! We’re heading to the Caribbean for a few days! After you had mentioned you had met Lisa’s Uncle and you wanting to be a marine biologist and talking about the Caribbean… Well we couldn’t take our minds off taking a trip there! What do you guys think? How does that sound?”

The girls both looked at each other with genuine smiles and nodded enthusiastically. “Sure Dad, sounds good to me! But I really need to go, can we catch up tomorrow?”

“Yes yes by all means have a good night! If you’re going to drink, try not to drink the brewery dry, OK?” Her Dad smiled back at her. “Oh and if… Something… Should happen… Just make sure you’re in good company…” Lola noticed his voice had gotten quieter and quieter the more he spoke with him looking slightly embarrassed towards the end.

“What do… You mean…?”

“Well, I just mean…”

Then Elsie piped up with a grin. “He means that if you happen to shrink and become a tiny, make sure you’re not in the presence of someone that would be happy to take advan-”

“That is enough Elsie.” Their mother spoke with a sternness the family were well familiar with. “ Have a good night Lola, please try and be sensible - it if your first party and I don’t want you ending up in A&E.” And with a beep from the car outside, making the family jump a little, Lola was gone. As Elsie had left the kitchen and began to walk upstairs, she couldn’t help hear her parents speak in excited hushed tones and paused before she made it to the landing.

“...-ember Tracy? I found her… mall!”

“...-ow small? Where is…”

Elsie frowned and slowly walked backwards down the steps and leaning her head downwards so she could hear the voices from the kitchen and could also see the top halves of her parents. She could see her Dad looking down from her mother’s face (her body was turned with her back facing Elsie) and down at her chest. It looked like her mother was holding a necklace and dangling it in front of their hushed parents faces.

Then they both lightly giggled. She watched her mother tuck the supposed necklace and her Dad looking back at her with a smile. They hugged for a few seconds and whispered back at each other, with her Dad gripping her mothers…

“Eww.” Thought Elsie.”Mum found a tiny.” And continued back up the stairs.

Meanwhile at the party, Lola looked at the living room clock. 1:22am.

The party had been fairly boring in Lola’s mind. The advent of alcohol being passed around got old quickly as her peers, who hadn’t drunk before, had drunk too much before the night could really get going and she had to admit the drink didn’t taste very nice and was quite happy to pass on her turn for the drinking games everyone took part in. That wasn’t to say she had something to drink.

She sat on a sofa in the living room holding a small glass between her hands, rolling it between her fingers and watching the vodka and coke swirl within. She had been holding onto the drink for at least a couple of hours now, not interested in taking even a small sip after drinking what seemed like more than enough for her.

Tipsy but not drunk, she was really now waiting for her lift back home which would come from her mother around 2am so there was still a little bit of time left before she could leave. Again, she was bored. Everyone else had found a person to couple with, to partner with. The playlist was now on its third playthrough. And Sasha had disappeared about half an hour ago and everyone in the room with her were people she barely remembered or recognised before lockdown had commenced. But as others began to leave, the room became more bearable to be in and she was content enough to watch the clock tick its way up to 2am.

Deciding to finally throw her drink away, she was about to lift herself from the sofa when someone plopped themselves next to her, bumping into her right arm and knocking the drink which Lola managed to stop getting on her hands somehow. She turned to see the usurper was Sasha who clearly looked like she had well enough to drink at this point.

“Heyyy Lolaaaah!” Sasha groaned merrily at her friend. Lola could wince from her friend’s breath but she held back with a grin.

“Hi Sashaaaaah! How much have you had to drink?” She questioned her.

“Oh I don’t even… Want to think about… Ssa good party isn’t it?!” Barely getting her words out and clearly struggling to string words together. “Listen, I’m hanging back here tonight but pass my thanks on… Onto your Mum for me…”

Lola giggled and smiled at her friend. “No worries, I will.” She looked back at her friend with mild amusement seeing how drunk she was. And she noticed… She was sucking on… Was it still Greg in there? She frowned slightly and Sasha was quick to notice.

“What?”

“Sash… What… Did you do with Greg after school?” Lola whispered, leaning in to her friend. She noticed no one was listening to them, but it still seemed like a conversation that needed to be whispered. Considering Sasha had pulled them into a corner and out of view of everyone else at school, the whole thing seemed taboo and she still didn’t quite know why.

“Oh…!” Sasha smirked with a twisted expression, a playful expression Lola hadn’t seen on her friend before. Something told her that kind of look was for times not shared between friends. Not as she understood it anyway… But Lola went quiet as she watched her friend lean towards her. Initially, she thought Sasha was going to head but her as she seemed to lose balance. And then she thought Sasha was about to kiss her, watching her face raise in front of her. Then… Then she was in for a surprise.

Lola’s attention immediately was grasped by the sight of what was transpiring in front of her. Once again mirroring her friend, her own mouth slowly gaped open as she watched Sasha teasingly pried her jaws open - allowing a wall of gooey drool to stretch from around her lips until it snapped away, revealing the slimy cavern within. And she could clearly see the tiny boy known as Greg laying on his front, laying on top of a tongue that revealed itself further as Sasha stuck out her tongue.

“Aaahhh…” her black friend breathed softly. Lola watched in silence as the little boy lifted his head from the sticky surface of her friends, in comparison to Greg, large tongue. Leaning in closer, she watched his tiny right arm reach out in front of him… Towards her! Closer still, she could see his eyes were bloodshot and he looked somewhat battered and bruised. He didn’t look like he was in great shape in all honesty, and there was something… Desperate… About him reaching out to her like this, he really seemed like he was looking for help.

Watching on, Sasha’s hand appeared from view and with a forefinger she prodded Greg’s back and pushed him into the surface of her hot tongue. Lola finally closed her mouth and gulped as she could see Greg disappear under Sasha’s fingertip, into the plush meat of the tongue and finally with the release of the giant finger, Greg’s tiny naked body was once again visible, with his back turned upwards he once again lifted his head and he looked like he was more desperate for aid than before Sasha had prodded his back. She couldn’t help but ask her friend…

“Sasha, how long have you… You know… How long have you had him… In there?” Lola hesitated asking the question the moment she began but her morbid curiosity got the better of her. She was sure her friend must have let him out in the time between school and the party they were currently attending, she was sure her friend wouldn’t have succumbed to this innocent little boy to this… Torture? She wasn’t sure how she could call it in all honesty. But as Sasha began to retract her tongue back into her hot mouth, Lola could swear she could panicked screams coming from the tiny boy, screams that were silenced the moment Sasha snapped her jaws closed again with a small chuckle.

Lola once again watched Sasha swish her mouth around as she positioned the boy to a place where she could talk again. “Oh he’s been in there all day, I was going to let him out when I got home but… Oh my God, he is… So tasty! I could do this forever!” Sasha continued to talk about her wondrous new treat and how lucky she was to have found him before anybody else did…

It was natural for Lola to kind of tune her friend out. Even though she was making eye contact with her friend and nodding along when she needed to, but her mind’s eye was elsewhere. Elsewhere with Greg. She was imagining once again what he must be going through… What he had been going through all day, from this morning when Sasha found him to right now, surely being tossed and turned in Sasha’s mouth as she spoke drunkenly at her. And that scream… That pleading for help… His eyes… How is he even still alive… And most of all, it was her friend that was doing this to the boy! Her friend she had known since early years of childhood and this seemed to be the first mature experience she had shared with Sasha, if you could even call it that. And she supposed she could call it that, after Sasha’s next comment to her which brought her back to reality.

More so, it was the fact that Sasha leaned in further towards her and beckoned Lola to lend her ear and so Lola did that, turning her head and having her right ear lean in front of Sasha’s mouth. Not seeing what Sasha was doing, Lola looked back up at the clock 1:53am. Nearly home time. But then she heard Greg again. “What-” Lola began before she felt Sasha’s firm but not painful grip her jaw and hold her head still.

“P-p…please… Get me out… Of here… I can’t bear this… Anymore… Please…” It was so quiet, so faint and yet she heard him amongst the droll of the few party-goers still lingering in the room. “Tell… Please tell my sister that… No wait, stop!!” And then a small scream, and then nothing again. A small moan from Sasha. And then…

“If I ever find you shrunk like him, I promise you - I’d have you share rooms with him all day long…” She then felt a small tickle run up her ear lobe, which made her back and legs and toes tingle and she jolted away from her friend with genuine shock and surprise and leaned back as her friend stood up, finding her balance eventually. “And now, I’m going to find somewhere to sleep. I’ll try not… Not to *hic* swallow him!” She giggled as she winked at her friend and turned away with a drunken spring in her step, almost falling onto a couple who had fallen asleep in each other’s arms on a chair in the corner of the room.

Having brushed her teeth and thanked her father for the lift back home, she hurried herself to bed and turned the light off. She could feel a slight headache coming on and with a warm wet towel she prepared in the bathroom wrapped on her forehead, she closed her eyes.

“Tell my sister… Bear this any longer… Stop!”

“... Shrunk like him… Share… All day long…” Sasha’s words repeated themselves in her head over and over again, along with Greg’s desperate pleas. Her imagination ran wild as she remembered the tired, pained look on the shrunken boy’s face. The bloodshot eyes no doubt welled with tears and saliva, with his entire body doused in the thick spit that coated her friend's mouth. She couldn’t help repeat the sight of him sliding back into the darkness of her friend’s mouth, knowing (or perhaps unknowingly) what was going to happen to him while he was hidden from the world.

The way he had been shouting for Lola to pass a message to his sister, whoever that was. Maybe his sister, his entire family had no idea of his whereabouts. Sasha even said that Greg mentioned he had been with his sister, perhaps it was likely his sister had dropped him, or he fell out of a pocket or something that contained him, without her realising it. His family would have no idea that he was currently being trapped within a drunkenly playful teenage girl’s mouth with no apparent way out. Trapped in a dark hot wet mouth with a fat wet tongue bullying him around relentlessly.

Lola turned on her side and threw the damp towel onto her bedside table and sighed, resting her head on her soft pillow. She swore she could hear her parents in the room down the hallway, they were being unusually loud at this time at night. And she thought she heard the name Tracy being said which she thought was strange, who was Tracy to them?

Some weeks passed without any real events happening within Lola’s sphere. She continued school and very much looked forward to going on holiday with her family, on a cruise to the Caribbean no less! Something she was happy to rub in her circle of friend’s faces wherever she had the chance.

“... So jealous!”

“... We know Lola…”

“... You won’t want to come back!”

And Lola always smiled at the responses she got back. It had been a long while since the family had a break and it wasn’t usual for a big-event holiday like this to happen for them so she couldn’t help contain her anticipation for the trip.

It was also something she would have wanted to share with Sasha more, being her best friend, but since the night of the party and the day Lola had met Greg - Sasha seemed to become more and more withdrawn. When school finished, she and a few others were the last pupils to turn up in the morning and the first leaving the school at the end of the day. Lola remembered the days when she and Sasha would sit near the front of the class and while Lola still sat there, Sasha seemed to find new accommodation towards the back. Whenever Lola would turn to look at her friend, Sasha seemed to have her head hung down, gripping the sides of the desk or holding open her breast pocket. There was a time when she was apparently occupied with something in her sock. It didn’t take long for Lola to work out what was happening and wherever Lola brought up the subject with Sasha, Sasha would make excuses to leave the immediate vicinity and disappear.

She never mentioned this to her parents or her sister Elsie. Lola kept her feelings of abandonment from her friend gradually withdrawing from her as time went on and instead focused on the holiday of a lifetime. So much so that the trip to the cruise itself was a rush and went by in a blur, even by the beginning of the second day of being on the cruise, she could barely remember what she even did. The excitement of being on a ship so freaking big, with so many different people from all parts of the world all in one place was simply too much for her to retain it all.

The family had unpacked and dressed in their bathing suits and decided to join everyone else in the hot Caribbean sun on the top decks where the large pool area and jacuzzis were, along with some bars and other amusements to keep the patrons happy. The parents immediately grabbed cocktails, Elsie a vodka and coke and Lola was happy with her fruity soft drink mix and had pretty much spent the day either in the pool area or wandering the top levels of the ship, happily finding shops (Pandora, Flannel, Tiny Treats, Shake-It-Up Milk Bar to name a few) that she recognised and some she didn’t. There were numerous different restaurants and bars, arcades and entertainment centres and a cinema… This ship had everything! In the evening, the family settled down for a meal that they happily paid a fortune for and made a happy memory of the night.

On the second day, Lola found herself walking into a lift before she felt a zap on her fingertips as entered the sizeable square box. She was on the bottom floor of the boat, at least where residents could be accommodated. It was the morning and Lola was already in her bathing suit wanting to spend the first couple of hours in the pool and maybe some time in a jacuzzi too. Maybe if Mum isn’t too hung over, they could look into the spas too. She had pressed the button on the lift and the doors immediately opened before her. She walked in with a hop but then a winch of pain as she looked at her hand thinking she had cut it somehow, but there wasn’t anything to see. She put it down to a static shock and as she turned to face the doors, someone’s hand was pushing the doors open again.

Lola smiled lightly and stepped back as the person who halted the lift stepped in with her and she could instantly tell what perfume she was wearing as it quickly become the room’s scent.

“Thanks honey!” The American woman said cheerfully at her. Lola looked at the woman who was now in the lift with her and was slightly stunned by her beauty. Standing at a confident 6’2” (and that’s before the red heels she’s currently wearing), with long flowing blonde hair that hung down her tanned skin and wearing a white bikini with small red polka dots on the fabric which barely contained anything within her curvy and somewhat thick body. Her blue eyes drilled into Lola’s own eyes like diamond on glass and long eyelashes batted the air around her, she was sure of it. She guessed the woman had to be in her early to mid forties.

“Oh, no problem.” Lola muttered quietly, but not quietly enough that the American woman couldn’t hear her. She wasn’t sure what it was the woman was thanking her for in the first place.

“Ooh you’re a Brit! I love the Brits! How’re you finding your trip honey?” The enthusiasm that the woman showed Lola was certainly entertaining if not contagious and was happy to converse with this imposing beauty. Lola loved her accent and smiled.

“I’ve never met an American before, but yeah I love it so far. I’m really not looking forward to going back home any time soon!” Lola continued to smile back at the woman who was beaming at her, and finally pressed a button on the lift. Looked like she was going on to the floor below Lola and continued to smile as she quickly gave the woman another glance over.

Though the woman’s head was turned to the floor panel, she was giving Lola a view of her front in close enough proximity that made her somewhat uncomfortable but she knew the woman couldn’t help it given the lift space they were using. She took in the woman’s thick calves and thighs, tucking in a camel toe that was now pretty obvious to her but quickly continued looking upwards.

The woman had a round but toned belly with a small silver piercing hanging from the button, and further up where Lola’s head was level were her voluptuous breasts where the bra could barely contain the set hanging within. She could tell the woman had both of her nipples pierced too. And as the woman turned back to face Lola, the smaller girl spoke again.

“I’m only here for another 2 days, h-how about yourself?” The blonde amazon, still smiling, quickly gave Lola a glance over before she spoke but not before a corner of her mouth curled into her cheek.

“I’m here for another 3 weeks, I came aboard like… I dunno 2 days ago? Earned an inheritance from my Pop so… Here I am!” With a giggle. “Shame you have to go so soon sweetie, I would have loved to have gotten to know you summore!” Lola quickly noticed the gap between the women was closing up as this unknown person took a step closer to her. “You look old enough for me to have some fun with, how old are you cutie?”

It occurred to Lola that this woman may have had an infinite amount of pet names to call her as they seemed to roll off her tongue so casually. And she knew what fun she meant, she was old enough to understand that at least.

“I’m 13… Er…” She struggled to find a name for the woman herself, but the woman giggled and took another step closer to her. Lola had to crane her head upwards to look into the sharp blue eyes of this blonde who was close enough that she could lean down and kiss her squarely on the lips. It was now that Lola began to feel intimidated.

“Daisy, so only 13? That’s a shame, maybe if we bump into each other in the future huh sweetie? I suppose you have a name too?” The woman’s perfume was so strong now and it somehow felt hotter in the room.

Finding her words, she gave a small cough to clear her throat. “I-It’s Lola…” she muttered quietly, losing confidence in her ability to say her name to the woman but still holding her smile.

“Well Lola, it was a pleasure to meet you. I hope you have fun for the rest of your holiday, stay away from those boys OK honey?”

*DING*

As the lift doors opened behind the woman, the woman stepped backwards away from Lola and Lola realised that she had been frozen stiff in fear and didn’t even know that Daisy had been pressing her breasts softly on top of Lola’s. As they slid off her chest, she felt a weight lift off her chest which nearly knocked off the top part of her bikini and had to fidget her shoulder to stop it slipping off and the warmth she didn’t feel vanished and she could feel the natural temperature of the ship waft on her skin.

She watched the woman turn on her heels but still keeping her eyes trained on Lola’s as she clapped her round right arse cheek with a laugh and turned to walk down the corridor with her long blonde hair wafting behind her. The lift doors shut behind her and Lola breathed in. She could smell the perfume that Daisy had rubbed on her with her generous breasts and she almost choked on it, the air was so thick with it. Rubbing at her chest, she could feel the under-boob sweat of the woman had left a thin layer on top of her own chest.

What had happened? What was that about? Maybe she was just overly friendly… It was something she wouldn’t bring up with her parents any time soon, and decided to continue with her holiday, walking onto the top deck where all the families with the adults and kids mixed running around, splashing in the water and retrieving the balls that were bounced from the pools, none the wiser that the shrinking virus had taken hold and had begun the process of bringing it’s victim to ground level, literally.

It was that very night when Lola felt a squeeze in her stomach.

Sitting for the evening meal at the end of the hot day the family sat around still in their bathing gear they had worn for the day though putting on summer shirts for the dinner, she winced and the sharp pain in her gut and quickly stood up.

“Are you OK Lola?” Her mother asked, halfway putting the forkful of food into her mouth and paused in small shock at her daughter’s sudden movement. Lola patted her stomach lightly and smiled.

“Sure Mum, I think it’s just… I probably ate something funny, I’ll be right back OK?” She threw off her shirt and shuffled around the table that was locked into place and as they were seated against the corner wall.

“Ask the waiter to bring back some more dip on your way there please!” Elsie jeered as Lola moved away from the table but Lola didn’t hear her, how could she? The family friendly restaurant was very busy with plenty of people moving around, waiters and managers along with all the customers, it was chaos. But that wasn’t the issue, the issue was the ringing noise in Lola’s ears that came out of nowhere and she hurried herself faster to the toilets. She bumped into a boy that ran out of the toilets who was maybe younger than herself but she couldn’t tell, she didn’t really pay any attention to him but she did catch him saying “Sorry girl, hey are you-” But Lola had already walked into the girls room with the door flapping closed behind her.

She washed her face and everything seemed to become a bit of a blur as she looked around for the hand soap, the room becoming blurry as the seconds ticked by. She didn’t know what happened next other than she could feel herself walking and all of a sudden, sharp stinging burning pains tingled all over the tips of her finger and toes in a sudden wave of agonising pain.

“Ow OW! HEY WHAT THE HELL-”

*CRACK*

And then darkness.

It was like pins and needles, the endless tingling from her crown to tips of her fingers and her toes, and it felt like it was on fire.

Purely by instinct, Lola awoke yelping and patting at her arms and legs as if they were on fire and rolling over onto her back as she imagined scorching red hot flames dousing her all over. But in a matter of a few seconds from coming back to consciousness, she realised matter of factly that she wasn’t on fire at all and that the crazy sensation was happening from under her skin - the golden tanned skin that was pimpled all over and her hairs sticking on end as if she had some kind of static shock.

The other thing she realised was, she wasn’t wearing any clothes.

“M-my bikini…?! What the…” Lola mumbled as she wrapped an arm around herself as she sat up straight, angling herself on her behind. This she regretted as her head began to swim around in circles and feeling the tingling sensation prickle at her forehead. She winced and patted her palm again against her head, feeling the damp cold sweat from both her head and hand.

She didn’t realise she had a ringing in her ears until it started to subside, noticing right away the familiar rumbling of the ships engines. “The… Ship…” Lola again mumbling and straining to speak. Her throat was dry and she had to cough to be able to speak.

Faded memories began to become clearer to her by the second. She was on holiday. She was a cruise liner with her family, that being her mother and father, and older sister by a few years. This was their second to last night on their holiday… That’s right… They had all gone for the last meal in the family friendly restaurant on one of the middle decks…She had gone to the toilet… Washed her hands… And blacked out.

“Don’t tell me… I’ve got food poisoning…” she barely held in a small laugh. Wouldn’t that be a hoot, getting seriously ill just before departing what was a nice 5 night trip, with the day after tomorrow the family setting off back home after having spent an extravagant amount of money - something they wouldn’t be able to do again for quite some time.

She rubbed her eyes and brushed her hair from her face and groaned as she stood up and opened her eyes.

In an instant, she wished that she hadn’t. She wished that she could close them again, forget what she is seeing right now and return to a time before she blacked out.

But she couldn’t.

If Lola could have found her voice, she was sure she could have screamed loud enough for the astronauts on the International Space Station to hear her. Instead, her voice seemed to squash itself in her throat, her tongue swelled up and tears began to swell and slowly slide down her cheeks. If anyone were to look back into her deep green eyes, they would see themselves with pure clarity.

Her head slowly tilted upwards as she tried to take in her surroundings which seemed more and more impossible to do the more she observed what seemed to be her new reality.

“It can’t… This isn’t…” Lola panicked. She was sure she was safe, safe as anyone else who hadn’t caught… “But I’ve had the… All 3 of t-them… The vaccines…!” She rubbed her left arm, feeling a small bump where she had her shots pricked into her and left a scar half the size of an M&M. She was guaranteed to be safe!

But now here she was.

A Tiny.

Still rubbing at the small lump on her arm, she gulped as her words lost her. It felt as though she was swallowing the words themselves as a lump in her throat pushed its way down her sternum and it felt a little painful.

Here she was, standing on her feet on a thick carpet where the red fibre strands looked like the kind of rope she saw tethering the docked giant cruise liners to the harbours before joining her own cruise, The Swan, and she had to balance herself on the uneven terrain she now found herself in. 3 vaccines later and she now couldn’t be more than an inch. Maybe…

“Maybe even smaller…” she moaned in fear after finding her words again. It certainly seemed that could be a possibility as she observed her surroundings still. Looking around, Lola could tell she had shrunk some steps away from the toilet entrances - in the corridor leading back into the restaurant where her family were probably still eating. She could see the doors leading to the Gents, Ladies and Disabled rooms far down the enormous hallway though she felt slightly sick knowing it was only a few steps at normal size.

She could see upwards to the lights above that shone brightly to the path below where she resided. They looked like suns far high into space, it truly was a daunting feeling to know that she would never be able to reach a bulb in her life again. Never able to reach for items on a shelf, on top of a dresser… A tear formed in her left eye and she quickly wiped it away.

Remembering her family once again and shuffling her hair, she turned on her feet to face the restaurant again and took 2 steps before stopping again. Stopping due to utter paralysing fear that sent a chill down her spine, her legs and to her toes and the longer the time it took for her to take in what she was seeing, the cold fear only got worse and worse.

In front of her was a foot. But not any foot, a gigantic foot. Colossal, even. Impossible no doubt. And yet, there it was. Frozen in place, she was standing in front of a big toe, and she wasn’t even half the size of it standing straight. The barefoot was attached to a leg that rose higher and higher above her, and she could feel her knees weaken as the sense of reverse vertigo was taking effect on her.

“Oh my… G…” She couldn’t finish her sentence, the view above completely overwhelmed her entirely. High above her, above the yellow shorts that the leg with a thin layer of dark hair disappeared into, with a red t-shirt that hung away from the chest of the person leaning forward was a face looking back down at her. The face of a teenage boy possibly older than she was, with wavy brown hair and a handsome face and with a mouth cranked open in shock.

“What the… Did you just… Yo…!” Lola was unprepared for the giant that stared down at her to speak so soon, and the voice carried unlike she had heard before. The power in it! It made her yelp and fall back onto her behind and onto the rope-like carpet that felt rough on her skin. Looking back up again, she could see the boy was holding onto some pink - white fabric… Her bikini!

Why was he holding her bikini, was he the reason she now found herself tiny and helpless? Was he the reason she now found herself in agonising terror? No… He couldn’t have been…

She remembered back in the lift earlier in the day before she had met Daisy, the shock she felt in her fingertips… Had that been the start of this? The beginning of her new life?

“My new life…” She thought to herself, with that a new tear formed in her eyes. This time she couldn’t bring herself to wipe it away. Not that she didn’t want to, but more like the fact she was gripping onto the fibres of the carpet with fearsome strength as she watched the now giant boy begin to lower himself down to the floor, bending at the knees. “He’s so… GIGANTIC!”

And gigantic he wasn’t. To anyone to actually see the boy as he is, he stood at 5’9” which definitely wasn’t unusual for his age but there was no doubt to Lola what she was seeing and gigantic was certainly a word she used to describe what she was seeing in front of her.

What sounded like enormous trees snapping in a horrible storm in the woods, the cracking of the boy's knees was astounding and made the little Lola jump and nearly squeal. The giant lowered his right knee onto the carpet far away from her, or at least it looked far away to her, with a thundering bang as he landed to the floor with little care. The thud made Lola tumble onto her back, and she had to sit back up again and looked up to see the boy looking back at her still with the same shocked look on his face.

“You… Just shrank in front of me…” The boy muttered quietly, making sure no one could hear him though no one seemed to be about. The background noise of the restaurant also helped hide his voice from any evesdroppers. “Well, more like you shrank in my arms…” He was English like her, something of a comfort to her.

Lola coughed and nervously covered her chest with her arm and wrapped her legs to cover her crotch. Her own skin felt cold to the touch, could feel the small pimples on her skin still covering her all over and she now felt herself shaking with her teeth chittering as the closer this boy leaned towards her and the light shining from the overhead lamps darkened as his head eclipse the bulbs above. His shadow cast over her and she could see his face much more clearly now. “Hey, are you OK?” His voice boomed from above her, face above her.

It wasn’t a case of not knowing what to answer to his question, but it was how to answer. For when Lola managed to squeak out “N… No… Please… Help me…!” more to herself than the giant looming in front of her, the boy could only respond with silence, clearly not being able to hear her from his height that towered high into the air. She cleared her throat and tried to shout louder this time but on her second attempt, to Lola it seemed to her that it was quieter than her first try. In her mind, the tiny girl just couldn’t fathom the being that stared down at her. It was a sight unlike any other.

Before the lockdowns had commenced, Lola had visited the capital on school visit and having been born and raised all her life in the country - the sights of the city were sights to behold. When she got back home, she regaled her visit to her parents (Elsie barely taking a slither of interest in her sister's escapades) and recalled the amount of people that hustled and bustled around her, the red old style double decker buses and the river Thames… And the odd sensation of her legs feeling weak and her head spinning slightly as she looked up, way up at the towering skyscrapers that were raised far into the cloudy sky. The way the atmosphere would slightly mist the tops of the towers and the feeling of being so small, so tiny.

It was the same feeling here, although instead of being a lifeless mountain of steel in the cool London air she was now looking at a cute boy in a restaurant corridor on a cruise liner and couldn’t be any taller than an inch - it truly was impossible for her to tell at this point. Maybe he could tell her once she managed to get him to hear her.

“Yo if you’re saying something, I can’t hear-” Both of them could hear the oncoming footsteps and happy conversations of excited kids running towards the toilet doors, back towards them. “Oh shit! Don’t move OK?” The giant said with urgency and Lola held her breath and froze on the spot - it seemed like her heart stopped too for a moment as she was now cast in another shadow made by the boy’s hand.

Almost like a strange spacecraft lowering itself for a landing, the hand stretched open towards Lola which was starting to block out the sight of the corridor, the lights and the boy himself. The lines in his palm stretched longer and wider, the thick skin of his palm widening and the long fingers stretching towards her, trimmed nails and the slight dampness of him having just washed his hands moments before Lola’s new crisis.

Coming to her senses, she whispered (though not intentionally) “W-wait… S-stop…!” But she could barely hear even herself over the ambience and the oncoming rumbling of the feet of the children that were on their way. Her body tensed painfully as the enormous hand continued to lower down towards her, casting a darker shadow the closer it reached towards her, the sight of the underside of the dark hand with its stretching fingers was like a monster of its own as she could no longer see the giant boy behind it. From her view, the fine lines in his palm continued to become more defined along with the texture of his skin and before Lola could take in anymore of this awesome sight before her, she felt a force push against her back and she screamed as she was launched forward.

Not noticing that one of the boy's fingers had curled around behind her, the tiny girl was pushed by a fingertip directly into the soft damp palm of this colossal being. Lola couldn’t tell if the boy was being careful or careless with her, she crashed into the warm skin of the boy and everything went dark around her. Before she could yell again, she felt the darkness squeeze around her lightly and her stomach nearly blew right out of her spine as she felt the world around lift away from the ground, very much like being in the lift she was in earlier today. The encompassing warmth built up in the space that squeezed around her still and the damp skin that was pushing on her was little comfort to the feeling of the boy taking a step with her in hand.

Although the boy was keeping his hand level, Lola felt every minute tremor in the boy’s hand as he began to walk somewhere out of view of the kids that had now burst through the bathroom doors, laughing and joking with each other and the boys at the back flicking water at his friends or family’s backs. WIth her face pushed into the boy’s palm, her muffled yelp was unheard by the giant as he quickly had to raise his hand so the first kid at the front of the group wouldn’t crash into him as he dashed down the corridor.

“Yo slow down…” Lola could hear the giant say to the children as they all ran past him. Within the warm hand that entombed her tiny being, the boy’s voice was booming much louder than it had when he was crouched over her. It was frightening, the sheer power in his voice as he merely spoke to the passers by was unlike anything Lola had heard before. Her body shivered in fright as the boy lowered his hand even with his chest and continued to walk.

The booming steps the boy was making matched the slight bobbing of his hand that kept the tiny girl safe from harm with his fingers wrapped around her tight enough not to crush her or even frighten her with that idea, but tight enough to keep any light getting in and any prying eyes from being able to see her either. Not that that mattered considering where he was heading.

As the bobbing rhythm wouldn’t be something Lola could get used to any time soon, with her stomach rolling and her constant shivering was simply too much for her right now. And she noticed too, that if the boy had washed his hands before finding her and that was the reason why his skin was damp then why couldn’t she smell any kind of fragrance? Not that that was the most important thing going on right now, but it was something that prickled the back of her mind.

The warm skin pushed into her face, chest and stomach, legs and back and her arms were pushed together under her breasts. She tried to push at the flesh in front of her but she was so weak that she gave up after the first try and waited with baited breath for the boy to release her from this cage.

She heard a door opening and more steps, but this time she could hear his footsteps clapping against what sounded like tiled floors. Some more steps. And then another door opening and closing.

*SHHLACK*

A door latch locking. The darkness spun around her and then another soft rumble. Then, the light. She hadn’t been in the dark long but the light was still striking as the compressing flesh around her released its grip slowly around her, the strangely comforting warmth of the boy’s hand disappearing from her front and sides but her back was stuck to the boy’s palm.

A new sight to her, a new experience that made her hold her breath as she watched the fingertips rise away from her and the landscape of the light skin levelling out around her… And the boy.

As the skin of the palm stretched flat, she could tell she was somewhere in the middle of his hand and looking up at the looming boy’s face once more confirmed that she was definitely, without a shadow of a doubt, tiny.

With her soft round bum sat on the boy’s warm skin, she sat up and felt her back peel away like velcro from the hand which felt somewhat nice considering the situation. The boy still had a slightly perplexed look on his face, with him licking his bottom lip lightly.

“So er…” he started in a whisper but was more like a whispering gale to Lola. “Are you OK? I didn’t hurt you did I?” Being this close to this close to the boy’s face was too much for her at the moment. She didn’t know how to or what to respond with his questions, she could feel her arms still shaking, with her legs and feet barely able to stay still. “I mean you look OK, you’re probably dead scared though… Wouldn’t be surprised considering, like, how small you are…” With the boy continuing to talk over her, his warm breath tickled and prickled at her skin all over her body and her hair wafted behind her ears where they now were tickling too. It felt… It felt… But no matter what it felt like, it was nothing like the fear that was a coldness washing over her she felt as the boy continued to talk.

His impossibly enormous mouth opened and closed in front of her. Lola could feel the palm she sat on raise slower, closer towards his face as the brown eyes tried further to focus on her. But the mouth… The lips of the boy stretched open and patted against each other with every syllable with his breath washing over her with every word. She could see the tip of his wet tongue, a monster abiding in the darkness behind his teeth and small flecks of spit rained down on her and that felt more like heavy rain drops than tiny drops of saliva. A drop slashed on her tummy and it made her jump and she looked down to see a frothy bubble on her. She groaned as she tried to wipe it away but it was thick and sticky, her hand pulling a tendril as she tried to yank her hand away. The warmth from the bubble of drool could be felt on her tummy and hand, it made her gag a bit.

“Oh, sorry about that. Here…” Lola looked up and yelped as a fingertip far bigger than her entire body loomed towards her. She shuffled her feet and tried to crawl backwards away from the fast approaching finger.

“Stop, wait!” And the finger stopped. It pulled away from her and the boy’s face re-appeared with a small grin.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said with genuine concern. “I guess it’d be pretty easy scaring you at your size huh? I’m Ollie, what’s yours?” Lola had stopped crawling backwards and had to take a moment to catch her breath again, and to build up her courage to once again find her voice. Taking a deep breath in…

“Lola! My name is Lola!” She shouted from the top of her voice, nearly straining her throat as she did. Noticing the boy’s smile grow a little wider, she felt relieved he could hear her, not that that slowed her racing heart.

“Hi Lola! Erm…” The boy was looking to find what to say next and Lola could see his smile vanish and his lips flattened tight together as he was thinking. The tiny girl waiting on his warm palm for him to speak next. There were a million things Lola wanted to say, more than anything to request him take her back to her family, but she felt like he had control of the conversation at the moment. In fact, she was sure that he basically had complete control of herself.

Looking away from his mouth and towards his eyes, with his floppy brown hair hanging slightly over his frown, she could see that his brown eyes were twitching as he was looking down upon her. With her still sitting on his hand, Lola legs were splayed apart and with her hands behind her back and arms straight propping her up, she quickly realised she was bare naked and all to see in front of this young, though older than her, boy that held her in his hand. In quick fashion, she wrapped her arm around her breasts and tucked her knees together and close towards her to hide as much of her as possible. Then…

“Hmhpf…” A wave of warm air brushed her body as the boy grunted through his nose. The smile returned once more, but unlike the last friendly smile he had as he was about to poke her, this smile was a smirk and there was no doubt about it. Lola continued to shiver and tremble. “Quite shy aren’t you?” There was a hint of genuine inquisitiveness in his whispered tone.

Though she had just managed to wrap herself with enough confidence to continue sitting in the boy's palm, she yelped and quickly unravelled herself again as she felt the horizon of the boy’s hand tilt to the left and knocked her off balance. As she collapsed on her side with a small “Ooof!”, she yelped once more as the boy’s palm tilted the other way, causing the tiny naked girl to roll onto her right and she fell onto her front and slid slightly, her breasts running into the soft warm skin of the boy. Once the motion had stopped and Lola’s head stopped spinning, she used her right arm to side up sideways and looked up at the boy with hair hanging in front of her eyes. She was really trembling now, really scared of this new reality she found herself in and the boy’s face that loomed closer to her wasn’t helping in the slightest but it wasn’t long before she covered herself up again realising what he had done.

“Hah…” With a small laugh, Lola was nearly blown onto her back again. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. So how do you feel Lola, it looked like you were in pain when you bumped into me in the hallway?” So he was the boy who called out to her as she rushed into the bathroom moments earlier. “You looked like you were in like, a bit of a seizure. You were flapping your hands around, I thought you spilt something on it! You barged the bathroom door open and came out like seconds later and collapsed in my arms… And then you… Well you shrank to…” The boy’s finger and thumb from his other hand appeared and made a motion showing her how small she had shrunk. And it made her shiver to the core. “... this small! Like, you have no idea how small you are right now, this is absolutely wild…” The last part of his sentence said more to himself than to Lola. “You can’t be more than half an inch tall or something…” The boy continued to whisper to himself, Lola noticing the boy's eyes still scanning her tiny body all over. Even though she was covered again, she felt more and more exposed the longer this boy observed her.

With a small tear in her eye, she took a deep breath once more. “Listen, I need you to take me back to my parents - they’re near the balcony, I think it’s table twenty-” But she was interrupted.

“Your parents?” The boy said with a frown becoming more pronounced. “You’re here with your family?”

“Y-yeah, we’re on holiday… To-together…” She felt like she didn’t need to shout anymore, the boy could clearly hear her as he listened to her intently within the small vicinity they found themselves in. Now that she thought about it, she quickly looked around and from what she could tell, the boy had made his way into a toilet cubicle and had sat onto the toilet lid. The walls of the cubicle rose around then, with a bright LED bulb shining down from above.

“Ah yeah, makes sense.” The boy brought her attention back to him, his warm breath would be something she couldn’t adjust to, much like the sight of his mouth so close to her even though he probably wasn’t leaning that close to his hand to normal sized people.

“Normal sized people…” A thought quickly announced itself in her mind. It filled her with a dreaded emptiness she hadn’t felt ever before. A feeling of loss and loneliness, even though she was found and accompanied by the looming teenage boy ahead of her. A tear seeped from the corner of her eye and she was quick to wipe it away with her forearm, briefly giving the ominous boy a brief glance at her bare naked body. Sniffling and looking back up, Lola noticed the quick difference of a smirk at the corner of the boy's mouth as he spoke once more.

“Cute. You were saying something about your parents?” He asked politely, but there was a hint of jest in his quiet tone of voice. The tiny girl was about to reply but the warm skin she was currently sat on tilted to the right and knocked her off balance. It wasn’t a drastic motion, but it was enough to throw her onto her side and collapsed with her arms in front of her. As she shook her head and leaned up on her arm, looking back at the God-sized teenage boy, a low rumbling chuckling sound escaped from the boy’s smirking mouth in front of her and she quickly snapped her arms to her chest and once more crossed her legs. “Very… cute.”

“What…” Lola began to mutter, a cold sweat began to coat her body which tingled at her skin as the boy’s breath lightly brushed her skin as he whispered to her. She began to shake nervously.

Still smirking now, the boy’s lips pursed tightly for a moment as he was admiring her from above. His eyes were twitching tightly side to side, up and down as he was clearly soaking in the sight of having her in his hand, no bigger than half the size of his thumbnail. Lola’s shaking was barely noticeable to him but there was no doubt he could see the fear in her tiny face, no matter how much she tried to hide it.

The un-intending intimidating glare was nearly too much for her and no matter how much she tried to encourage herself to speak, her voice was well and truly lost on her - nothing more than a dry croak could be barely heard even at her size. Before long, the horizon of the warm boy’s palm began to slowly rise, close to the looming smiling face that seemed to grow in size in front of her but it was simply her point of view, her perspective now that she was a quarter of an inch small.

The warm breath that pumped from the two large dark round circles that were the nostrils from this giant puffed harder at her on his hand as she went higher and higher, closer now to his right eye. The black hole that was his pupil tightened in focus as she was brought closer and closer to the enormous eye. She gasped as she could see the very fabric of the inner layers of his iris, the brown waves and folds that stretched as he squinted was truly a sight to behold and something she never really wanted to see again. She felt truly naked and vulnerable to her very bones, as if her soul itself was being peered into by this teenager.

Only a few moments later she was being lowered back to the height she was originally being held at, the boy seemingly satisfied with his observation as he quietly hummed to himself with a wry grin.

“You know… I think…” he whispered to her, Lola’s fingers gripped into the sides of her chest and groaning slightly at the self-inflicted pain. And waiting for the boy to continue talking, a deep fart was heard echoing from a stall a couple of doors away from their own vicinity. Both Lola and the boy winced in slight embarrassment, realising they weren’t alone in the public toilets. Of course they wouldn’t be!

“Hah… Maybe we should continue this back in my suite, what do you say Lola?” With a hint of humour to his tone, Lola was quick to sit straight up in panic.

“Your suite?! What…?!” She began to protest but she quickly went silent as fingers of enormous size rose around the horizon she sat on and felt her stomach nearly launch from her mouth as the world around her slowly lowered and spun around as both the boy lowered his hand and stood up off the toilet. “Ollie, wait!” Lola could barely cry out as the skin around her puffed and rose up as Ollie cupped his hand lightly around her, and the world around her darkened.

She fell backwards as the hand tilted in the dark and then nothing gripped her, falling off from her safe platform and a second later landing on a soft platform. She looked up as the giant fingers rose away from her and light glared into the dark space that rose above her, and squinting revealed Ollie’s face now far far above her and looking back at her. She heard a flush and then Ollie looked away from her and opened the door in front of him. And then chaos ensued.

Lola yelped as the dark space with the light above around her rocked as Ollie moved and it didn’t take long to realise that the boy had placed her into his shorts pocket. The wall of the fabric on one side was the world outside the shorts, and on the other side was his outer thigh, brushing up against the wall of his shorts pocket and making Lola bounce around, never being able to find a safe grip for her to ground herself.

The crashing booming sounds coming from his steps shook her to the very core. How was this possible? How was any of this possible? From one moment enjoying her summer break with her family on a once-in-a-lifetime trip to being somewhat captive in a teenage boy’s shorts pocket. Naked, shaking and frightened. Frightened at the thought of what was to come next, the smirks and close observations that Ollie had given her moments ago did not come across as kind or friendly in her mind.

The thumping steps of the boy were relentless and still not being able to find her balance, she could barely tell what she was seeing in the pocket either as the opening of the pocket above wafted open and closed with every motion, every breeze of air as he passed other giant people around him. She could hear passing children, teenagers and adults. One moment, she could tell he had paced through the restaurant, hearing the waiters and waitresses taking orders with patrons both complaining and enjoying their meals and company. It didn’t take long before the ambience began to quieten as he made to leave the diner.

She barely noticed Ollie’s fingers creeping into the pocket above her until Lola felt a small punch on the top of her head. Quickly looking up as she fell to her back, she yelped as a wall of skin pushed into her front and gently brushed her front. She grunted as her back was pushed into the floor of the pocket and pushing back, her tiny hands could feel the incredible grooves of his fingerprint and this sent her wild. She screamed as she kicked and punched at the fingertip, begging for escape from this fabric prison she was being held in. But it wasn’t long before the fingers left her once more, rising above her and leaving the pocket.

Lola held her breath for a moment, holding back her sobbing but in a moment after the hand had left the pocket - her entire being slammed into the boy’s thigh as a large flat force smacked her from outside.

“I think we’re going to have a blast Lola!” Ollie hummed, Lola crying out again once more. “You might even make me blast a few times tonight…” Lola heard a rumble that she guessed was him laughing but it was impossible to tell what was happening in the pocket.

She didn’t know how long it had been, time passed as well as Ollie’s thumping footsteps and she couldn’t tell which way was up or down. Still being rolled and rocked around in the loose shorts pocket, she cried desperately for a grip to hold herself. And as Ollie had jumped off the last step from a descending stairwell, Lola bounced in the pocket and crashed into a small loose threaded corner of the shorts and immediately grabbed at the weathered thread. It felt strange in her hands but she was able to grip the thick thread and accidentally pulled at it as she was nearly flung backwards. And then she saw it…

A small circle of light was emitting not from above where the pocket opening was absolutely out of reach to her, but in the corner of the pocket where the thread had been pulled away by her. She gasped and cried out in relief as she pulled and pulled at the thread she so dearly clung on to, and watched in beggared belief as the opening widened more and more - eventually enough for something… Or someone as small as herself to be able to squeeze through.

As Ollie was mid-step, Lola dived for the opening and pushed her head and shoulders though the gap, gasping at the frightening height she now found herself about to fall down. She was looking down the back of Ollie’s right calve as it bent at the knee below her. She screamed as she felt the fingertip return from behind her and brush at her feet, feeling for her once again but purely by accident the tiny girl kicked at the finger and she was finally launched from her pocket prison. Only to find herself now in freefall!

Screaming and flailing in the air, Lola’s soft brown hair stretched high above her and her arms and legs struggled to keep her horizontal - she was mimicking a skydiver at this point. The air around her rushed around her, against her. Her face felt like it was about to rip away from her very skull, the cold sweat on her skin now freezing as she continued to fall and fall.

Fall and fall, until she slammed into the back of Ollie’s leg and bounced into the air with Lola wincing in pain and crashing finally onto the soft carpeted floor. She rolled and rolled and finally came to a stop, hearing the thumping steps of Ollie go quieter and quieter as he seemed to have walked around a corner, away from her.

Lola grunted into the rope-like fabric of a carpeted somewhere aboard this cruise ship and took a moment to herself to stop her head from spinning though she found this hard to do considering the rocking motion of the ship. She could feel it so significantly being this small, along with the distinct rumbling of the engines far below the vicinity of the patrons of the ship.

Lifting her head and moaning in pain, she was winded and aching but nothing seemed to be broken. Nothing enough to make her cry. Other than the sight before her. It was another corridor with a thick red carpet with patterns that were too stretched before Lola for her to be able to see them in detail. There were many doors on either side of the hallway with numbers descending down the red path, very similar to the accommodation she shared with her sister. The corridor had a T-path at the end, and she had no idea if Ollie had gone left or right but she heard a door close somewhere along the corridor she couldn’t see.

Trying to get onto her feet, her legs throbbed with pain. Again, not broken but the fall had clearly taken a toll on her - her right arm even felt dislocated but thankfully, she had just landed on it with nothing more than a hard…

*Thump*

“What… What was…” Lola muttered, her chest rising and falling faster and faster with each passing moment. The distant thump had lightly shook the floor she laid on and she had felt it entirely through her tiny body. Though she spoke first, she knew what that sound was. And she hoped, she desperately hoped…

*Thump*

Another thump, this one sounding - and feeling more defined. “No, please don’t be…” Dreading the incoming nightmare, she imagined Ollie turning the corner and instantly seeing her on the floor - grinning with malice and stomping towards her…

*Thump*

A shadow loomed the walls at the end of her corridor as the giant person stepped forward once more and Lola, holding baited breath, held herself tense on the floor.

*Thump*

As the giant turned the corner, facing Lola, the tiny naked girl gasped in fear. It wasn’t Ollie, but an impossibly enormous Muslim woman that was adorned with a long dark naqib that covered her being from head to toe. Lola could only see, from a vast distance, the woman’s dark eyes in the small window of her head covering and the undersoles of the slippers she wore as she stepped forward. Towards Lola.

*Thump*

The floor vibrated more this time which made Lola yelp and desperately try and stand up again. “COME ON!” She pulled at her left leg but she could barely feel anything from the waist down. The feelings in her legs were coming back but…

*THUMP*

The boom was much louder this time and the floor nearly made Lola bounce into the air. She cried out as she fell to her side and she sat up again and gasped with a deep breath of air as she looked forwards and up, craning her head. How can someone cover that much distance…?

*THUMP*

“OH MY G…” As the gigantic muslim woman took one more step towards her, Lola could only lay and observe the form of the woman’s left foot lift from the floor and swing towards her. The woman was wearing a black slipper / ballet-type shoe with gold trimmings around the hard rubber soles and it flew to Lola’s side and crashed down to the side of her, far enough for her not to be stepped on. But then the world around her went dark once more.

The woman’s right foot stepped and landed behind Lola which she didn’t notice at all, having been completely entranced by the sight of the giant left foot that had landed near her. But now, she realised, she was laid directly between the feet of this woman and far underneath the long dark naqib that covered the woman’s body. And something instantly caught her attention, something which made her skin go cold ever more.

Looking up from the black slipper was the top of the woman’s bare foot, dark brown skin that was contrasted with a shiny silver anklet that was tightly wrapped around the base of the woman’s leg, just above the boney ankle. And dangling from what seemed to be a very expensive bit of jewellery was a small glass casing that was bigger than Lola herself, big enough to fit a tiny like herself. A tiny like the man that was encased inside, apparently screaming bloody murder and banging on the walls facing her.

Lola stared with her mouth agape at the man that was so desperate to escape his prison. There was nothing she could do, nothing she could offer to give redemption to the man so clearly in need of freedom. It didn’t take long before Lola’s eyes had locked onto his as he noticed her there lying on the floor.

She couldn’t hear anything he was screaming and screaming he clearly was. The girl could see his mouth open and close in a fury, spittle coating the glass of the casing he was in and his fists banging over and over again and pushing forward at the wall in front of him, his feet even glowing yellow as he pushed with all his might against the prison he was in.

“I can’t help you… I can’...!” Lola moaned to the man, knowing full well her voice wouldn’t carry through to him but maybe he’d understand. But looking on, she didn’t think he wouldn’t be able to even lip read what she was saying, considering his desperation. She herself could feel her own desperation begin to lose control.

How could someone do something like this? In what world did she belong in where this was a thing, where tiny human beings would be trapped in an anklet! It made her head spin, wondering what else people could trap tinies in, who in the world had tinies trapped on themselves… That no-one would even ever realise…

And then she heard something… Voices… “What…” And she looked up, wishing instantly that she hadn’t and nearly threw up at the sight.

The dark skin of the muslim woman’s leg loomed high above the anklet naturally, and as Lola’s eyes wandered high above the tiny many banging the walls of his anklet prison, she could see small black leather strips wrapped around the woman’s left leg circling her round calves and thighs that loomed high into the darkness above. And with each of the thin black strips was a tiny, bound and still strapped against the inner leg of this woman who were now screaming down at her, begging and crying for release… For freedom.

“Help me…”

“...Help us!”

“... Please… It’s been days…”

Both men’s and women’s voices could be heard from above. Lola was nearly lying on her back as she stared up at the desperate tinies looking down back at her, kicking their little legs but their arms trapped behind the leather strips. The inside of the woman’s leg was bare, it was only the left leg that had the prisoners wrapped against her skin, and she couldn’t see past a certain point of the woman’s looming legs but she was sure there were probably more tinies further still.

She didn’t notice the right foot leave the slipper behind her but she certainly heard it and she snapped her heard in a 180 motion and watched the foot raise above her and swing towards the anklet on the left food, the large big toe crashed into the tiny glass prison and made the tiny man inside fall to his side. He was clearly screaming in fear as the toe rubbed his prison up and down as the woman scratched at her foot.

It was too much to take in for Lola. Too much to comprehend what she was seeing, feeling light headed as watched the foot loom over her once again but fitting back into the slipper to her behind her and soon, the woman that towered above her took another step, and suddenly there was light again. Lola panted as the muslim walked away from her, listening as the banging thumping steps safely left her with the floor becoming a safe haven once more. It was somewhat a comforting relief not being able to hear the many screaming cries of desperation by the tinies that were hidden away from the world, no matter where the woman walked to.

That thought made her shudder and shiver and she couldn’t help imagining herself being one of those tinies strapped to the inside of the giantess’s leg along with countless others, screaming and begging for mercy. Mercy that would never come. Just being in Ollie’s shorts pocket was enough to send her imagination wild, being able to imagine the swaying of the enormous long legs in the dark confines of the black naqib…

She hadn’t realised she had passed out and was dreaming.

But she hadn't passed out for long, before once again…

*Thump*

Though the floor vibrated underneath her, the tiny girl didn’t stir. Lola continued to lay on her back, arms splayed and legs crossed at the ankles. Almost in a pose of crucifixion without a cross.

*Thump*

Her bare chest raised up and down as breathed in her sleep. Her cold skin still damp with sweat, a bead from the side of her breast stoked her pimpled skin and tickled some light hairs on her side.

*Thump*

She slowly opened her eyes, not knowing what had happened. Had she fallen asleep? She had never fainted before and coming to was a new experience indeed. Her mind was swapped with muggy thoughts and visions. Her thoughts returned to what she had witnessed moments earlier. The towering brown legs… The screaming-

*THUMP*

Now that Lola was conscious once more, the floor beneath her rocked with the loud banging sound before her. She lifted her head from the floor. And screamed. Screamed louder than she ever had before, she was sure her lungs would burst from her chest, her very voice would blow the ceiling of the roof high above her. For the sight before her frightened her very soul.

As if in slow motion, Lola could only shuffle backwards on her soft round arse with her legs still seemingly paralysed. Digging her elbows into the floor and with her hands pushing her backwards, there was no way she was going to escape the impending doom she was to find herself in.

A giant bare foot had lifted from the floor directly in front of her and when Lola had lifted her head from the thick carpet and looked down her body between her breasts and crossed legs, she was seeing the pointed red-tipped toes bend from off the floor and rose forward. Forward towards her. As the foot tilted upwards, with toes rising into the air, Lola could see the plump ball of this giant woman’s foot, the skin stretching with toes as the entire foot moved towards her.

“N-n-n-nnn…!” Lola squealed as she slowly stopped crawling backwards, her whole body now becoming paralysed from fear as the underside of the giant toes drifted over. Her bottom jaw jittered as the long second toe and the third next to it hovered over her, moving over her like an aircraft in slow motion. She gulped as she could see the small bits of dirt and lint that was stuck to the skin of the foot above her and it wasn't long until the toes passed high above her and she stared at the dark slightly-yellowed ball of the foot loomed above her.

“... Please, no…” Lola whispered in plea. As the foot seemed to hover above her, she tried to raise herself on her elbows once more but all was in vain as the area around her darkened. She instantly fell onto her back again and raised her hands straight above her but then put them down to her sides in fear of breaking her arms. For the looking ball of the giant woman’s foot lowered towards her relentlessly, warm air pushing down at her and the world darkening still.

She screamed as the ceiling of skin fell towards her and in what felt like an instant moment, Lola was pushed into the floor with a compression she had never felt before and never wanted to feel again. The air was crushed from her lungs and she screamed into the wall of warm skin as it pushed into her face. Her arms were pressed into her sides and her legs were pushed apart and so she was entirely flat against the floor… Against the ball of this person’s right foot. Her body was bathed in a forced warmth that was strangely comforting. She hadn’t been crushed and she wasn’t dead and she was no longer cold.

Not knowing how long she had been trodden on for, she could only wait to see what happened next. Crying and sobbing, she couldn’t move her head left to right and vice versa. She couldn’t move a single hair on her body as she continued to be pushed into the plush carper - something she couldn’t be more thankful for at the moment.

It wasn’t long until Lola felt the front of her body get pulled along with the stretching of the ball of the foot as this person was about to take another step. Her heart racing, she braced herself as she could sense the heel of the foot she was under lift from the floor. She didn’t have time to yelp as the ball of the foot she was stuck to lift into the air and try as she might, she couldn’t push herself from the foot.

Her arms were still pinned helplessly to her sides. Her clammy skin had made it easy for her to be glued to the dry skin of the sole of the giantess’s foot and she couldn’t find leverage to be able to peel herself away. And she felt the apex of the foot taking the next step, she felt herself as well as the foot lower the floor once more - Lola could do nothing but whimper as the world around her went dark again but the force of being a part of an entire footstep, underneath a giant foot, was too much to take as it slammed into the floor.

== == ==

Coming to, Lola grunted. She felt winded once again, bruised and aching all over. She could barely move her head and she felt warm and comforted where she was. She was fine to stay here for now. Wherever she was.

*Thump*

She heard it, another footstep. Lola gasped as her eyes snapped open and she lifted her head, wincing at the pain that shot down her back. “Oww, fuck…” She grunted once more. The tiny girl rubbed the base of her back, her fingers rubbing into her spine slowly as she blinked back into consciousness. Then she remembered!

Her arms!

Lola looked at her right arm as she swung her hand in front of her. Then with her left hand, she could move her arms again! Then she quickly remembered why she couldn’t move them in the first place… The foot…

Pushing herself up from the warm source in which she laid on, she began to truly take in the sights around her.

She was in a dark room, a bedroom by the looks of the dresser and mirror to Lola’s right, a TV on the back wall and a small round window with the calm sea outside. A dark night’s sky couldn’t hide the bright moonlight that shone into the room she was in. And the surface she was laying on, it took her a few moments to work out what it was and why it was so warm.

She was still stuck to the sole of this giant person’s foot, still stuck to her front against the ball of the foot that was turned upside down. It was lying on bed, this much was obvious to Lola now, which meant that… Lola pushed herself entirely off the skin of the sole she was on. Looking forward, she could see the underside of the round little toes at the end of the foot, and spinning around, she was looking up the smooth tanned leg of this woman that disappeared into the thick white bed covers wrapped around her. Lola could now hear the woman breathing in her sleep.

Looking over at the dresser, she could see the red display of the bedside clock.

02:55

It had been nearly 6 hours that had passed as far as Lola could tell since she had been in the restaurant with her family, eating her meal and very much looking forward to a delicious ice cream dessert and very much not looking forward to saying goodbye to such a fun trip.

As the tiny girl clambered off the warm foot of the woman accompanying the bed, she continued to think about her predicament. Her family had no idea where she was or what had happened to her. But she assumed they could guess.

A missing person on a giant cruise ship could mean very few things, such as someone going overboard or departing from a location the cruise might stop at. To someone simply hiding aboard as a stowaway, or nowadays, someone might shrink and be lost amongst the crowd of tourists on holiday. She assumed her family could whittle down the possibilities regarding her disappearance.

Pacing the soft cotton of the bed sheets, she continued to look around the room and the items that littered the bedside dresser. The enormous make up bottles, perfumes and brushes. All so gigantic and enormous to her and she wasn’t even standing on the same surface. How on Earth was she supposed to get back to her family like this, tiny and barely noticeable. What would her family do with once they found her again? What kind of a life could she live like this?

Continuing to walk the length of the bed, Lola could only think back to her friend Sasha. Sasha and… Greg. Sasha had been a lifelong friend to her and there were times in the period of them being friends that Sasha would say things that would put Lola on edge. It was no surprise that Sasha had grown up quicker than Lola seeing as Sasha had an older sister that was very pretty and very popular with guys above her age range and Sasha had picked up on a few… Life skills that her sister was happy to share with her.

Some comments that Sasha made… Some of the things she did… Lola always wondered what kind of woman Sasha would turn out to be, and when the day came that Sasha showed her Greg helpless toyed with in her mouth, it instantly changed her perception of her friend. No longer innocent yet playful, now she was entirely playful… And dominant. And she had seen things on TV like those new TV shows. Viral videos on social media and new influencers sharing advice on the latest tips of tiny-care. She never thought for a moment she would find herself a victim to this new life, this new nightmare. And a nightmare it truly was, with no escape in sight and no return to the normal life she once lived.

If someone like Ollie could easily snatch her from the floor and basically kidnap her without anyone noticing, if someone could hide her in an item of clothing and manage to wander an entire cruise ship without being noticed, how could she defend herself?

The sight of the dozen tinies strapped up the height of the muslim woman’s leg returned fresh in her mind again, with the screams still ringing in her ears. Where were they now? What would the woman be doing with them as we speak? Were there more tinies the woman kept but wasn’t with her, maybe in her bedroom here on the ship or maybe even back home where the woman was from?

Lola sat on her behind as her legs seemed to get weaker and weaker with every step she took and every step that crossed her mind. Her soft bottom cushioned her collapsed resolve and she held her face in her hands. And sniffled. Greg’s tiny body swam into her mind briefly.

“...I can’t bear this anymore…”

She could hear his cries fresh in her mind, as if he was right in front of her right now reaching out for her in pure desperation - his eyes wide with fear and pleading. She wished she had reached out for him, wished she had told Sasha to let him go and to let him return to his sister. Whoever that was.

Sasha’s gleeful smile snapped around Greg and hid him from view of Lola. She imagined Sasha’s giggling grin, imagining what Greg was going through behind those soft lips. These thoughts weren’t new to Lola, it was something she had weeks to think about after Adam’s party. But what was new was her perspective. For a moment, she envisioned herself as Greg - looking out from an oval of pink that closed slowly in front of her, her body soaked…

She sobbed. It burst from her as she forced herself to stop thinking about Sasha and Greg but once it started, she blubbed into her hands uncontrollably. Her palms were soaked in her tears, she struggled to find her breath as her crying now took over. She wiped away at her eyes but the tiny girl’s tears continued to flow like a stream.

“Mummy… Please… Please come and find me, I don’t want this…!” She sobbed more and more into her hands. The girl dropped her head into arms as she wrapped her elbows around her knees and held herself. She could feel the tears drop onto her stomach and the surface between her legs. With her eyes shut, her body shaking with her crying and body sore all over, hope truly felt lost.

Minutes went by and by before her elbows were aching too. Her crying had slowed down too, the initial flood works having now passed and she was able to wipe her tears away - enough for her to open her eyes and stand up once again. One way or another, she had to get to her family.

Behind her, a sharp intake of breath was heard.

Lola stood up as straight as a pencil, freezing on the very spot she stood and waited. Waiting. Waiting. And then…

Warm air wafted around her with a breath being blown put behind her, wafting her head in front of her face. She needed to turn around.

Her jaws were chattering against each other again as she slowly turned on her heels. As her eyes turned too, she nearly ran on the spot but the sheer sight of the giant blue eye looking back at her was locking her body still.

She hadn’t noticed how far up the bed she had walked, observing the room around her and being lost in her thoughts. What had been behind her was the woman’s body and head which is now where Lola found herself. The tiny girl probably didn’t realise how loud she had been as she cried to herself and she didn’t know how long this person had been staring at her.

Still frozen on the spot, Lola shut her mouth and tears still ran down her cheeks as she could finally take in the sight before her.

The woman’s head was under the thick white bed sheet along with her rest of her body bar a hand a foot, the very foot Lola had awoken on. The sheet had been lifted slightly from the bed in front of the woman’s face and now Lola could see a blue eye looking back at her.

Before Lola could say anything, the entire bed shook and rustled as the person under the cover stirred. It was like watching an entire landscape awake and rise from the horizon. Lola watched on as the woman in front of her pushed away from the best and lifted herself up, hands pulling up the bed sheet to stop it falling down her body, her large round chest pushing against her arms and long blonde hair brushed from her face and fell down her head, shoulders and back. Craning her head back again, something she was quickly finding she was getting used to, Lola looked up at the shocked face of the blonde woman looking back down at her, mouth agape and the blue eyes widening.

Lola’s heart fluttered.

“Wait… You’re Daisy...!”