“You… you’re sure this is the place?”
Even after Antonia’s Lyft driver nodded in the affirmative,
she was still… well, flummoxed. It wasn’t a mansion…
but she couldn’t imagine anyone ever presuming this massive house buried in
this fairy tale-esque woodland oasis was paid for by someone who made money
writing macro smut commissions on the internet.
“Okay… well, appreciate’cha…”
Antonia Ortiz meekly handed the driver a couple of extra
bills, and after hefting her luggage out from the trunk she was left alone at
the foot of the driveway to carry this stuff all the way up herself. The nerves
were burning a pit in the bottom of her stomach that made her tremble and
struggle to make even a little bit of progress. Somehow, here and now, this
whole idea seemed much worse than it had been when they were speaking in DMs to
one another. The reality of the thing seemed so much more apparent, and now
Antonia could conceive of far more ways this could go wrong.
The first and most obvious possibility was that “Sinner99”
was some kind of axe murderer. It was low-hanging fruit, but Antonia couldn’t
very much curb the teachings of her first-gen Zoomer upbringing that everybody
you meet on the internet is an axe murderer until further notice. Then again,
would a serial killer own a home like this? It seemed doubtful.
The second, more probable possibility was that Sinner99 was,
for lack of a better word, a “freak”, “coomer”, “gooner”, or some other brand
of terminally online porn addict. It was possible; these communities were not
exactly known for having well-adjusted people. Luckily for Antonia, she wasn’t like any of the others. She was one of the good ones. But the same couldn’t be said for everybody else she met
in that sphere.
Still, Antonia was here now. And last-minute hotel rates
would be insane. In this economy, she was fine with taking her chances.
So, she took a deep breath, swallowed… and approached the
front door.
It was a dark, heavy-looking wooden thing with an ornate
metal knocker attached. There was also a doorbell, so Antonia had to take a
minute to decide which she would use. She didn’t feel as though she were
deliberating for long, but apparently it was long enough for the lock to unclick, and the door to inch open without
friction.
Antonia’s heart stopped.
She had a few ideas of what to expect. Somehow, this wasn’t
one of them. She wasn’t looking at a knife-wielding murderer, disheveled
shut-in, or even a strong-jawed hunk of a man. Rather, she was faced with a woman. Woman-presenting, at the very
least. This woman peered through the slit for nearly a minute, her mind probably
deliberating much the same streams of consciousness that Antonia had been. Soon
though, this woman summoned some courage and emerged from her makeshift
barricade, revealing herself in full. She was Antonia’s own height, perhaps a hair
shorter, wearing sweatpants and a blouse. She had dark eyes, dark hair, an
olive complexion, and seemed the striking image of a supremely nervous young
girl who had half a mind to dart back behind the door she’d so struggled to
open. “Ah! Hey, hi! You’re… junebugrug202, right?”
Antonia gave a long, drawn-out nod.
The woman chuckled. “That feels so weird to say out loud…
oh! Please, please! Come on in!” She swung the door open and beckoned. With a
gulp, Antonia lifted her bags up over the threshold and stepped inside. The
door shut behind them both. Antonia was led like a duckling through a wide
foyer, and then into a sitting area of two armchairs and a television that,
despite the tiny presence it had in an otherwise expansive open floor plan,
still felt cozy. A bar counter and serving hatch vaguely to Antonia’s right
allowed her to peer into the similarly pristine kitchen.
“It’s kind of a mess,” the woman said with a shrug. She
picked up a sum total of two (2)
socks from the back of a stool as she trotted into the kitchen, opening the
fridge and digging around inside. Antonia was wondering in what universe would
a place this pristine be considered messy. “I was meaning to straighten up, but
I was working on the next chapter of –”
“Catastrophic Catalina!”
Antonia was surprised that she’d managed to speak. “Ha… it feels so weird to say these things out loud,”
she said, making a face like she’d just eaten an apple with a worm embedded.
“Right?” She poured from a pitcher of crispy lemonade into
an ice glass. The sounds gave Antonia chills. “C’mon, sit, sit down! I can take
your bags up to your room if you don’t want to–”
“It’s fine,” Antonia waved it away. “I should be good. If
you just tell me where–”
“Please!” She dashed back
through the kitchen archway, ferrying the glass without so much as a ripple by
the time it was forced into Antonia’s palms. It seemed only then did the two
get a close look in each other’s faces.
“I… oh God, God! Manners.”
She slapped herself. “Hi. My name is Kate… I really hope I haven’t been overbearing, I get it from my mom, I
guess. But, I am honored to welcome you into my home.” Kate gave a bow just
shallow enough to feel casual.
Antonia’s heart was in that light flutter, the surge of
energy and endorphins that came with meeting new people. “I mean, the honor is
mine! I just, gosh…” She felt lightheaded. Antonia took a sip of the lemonade;
its sweetness seemed to stick to her tongue like syrup and overstayed its
welcome. She drank a bit more to try and wash it down and said between sips, “Y-your
home is gorgeous.” Finally, somehow, Antonia was beginning to come off her wave
of adrenaline and stress.
“Oh, you’re so nice! Thanks, thanks! Anyway, here…” Kate
wrested control of Antonia’s suitcases. Hefting them up with impressive ease,
she marched up the stairs and disappeared into the upper levels. Antonia was
alone.
The trek up the hill had been murder on her knees; the
couches were calling her name, so Antonia took a seat. She downed the rest of
the glass, and after a bit of indecision she took one of the ice cubes into her
mouth, sucking on it. It had mostly been reduced to a nub when Kate came back.
“Yeah, sorry again! Just getting the bathroom ready.” Kate
slid into the armchair. “So stiff! Take off your shoes, be comfy!”
It was the sort of thing you don’t really think about until
someone mentions it. Antonia’s feet had been locked inside her calf-high black
boots for about 18 hours at this point, if you count the drive to the airport.
She tugged at the laces one by one and graciously removed them, revealing
patterned pink socked feet that were most definitely not up to her employer’s
uniform code.
“Okay, so!” said Kate, slapping her knees. “You don’t have
to keep torturing yourself. I know you’re
just burning with questions, so ask away. I really do not mind.”
Antonia took some time to swallow the now pea-sized cube of
ice. Then, she took in a breath and opened her mouth.
Kate interrupted, “YES! I do live by myself, and no,
I do not live exclusively on
commissions.”
Antonia had only barely sidestepped the awkward task of
asking it outright. She sighed in gratitude. “Oh, I see.”
“Yeah, that’s the kind of thing I expect to be on people’s
minds. It’s no biggie. Not that you asked, but I’m a chemical engineer. The
writing is just a fun hobby.” Kate reached for the coffee table and turned on
the television, currently playing some Congressional hearing or other. She
turned the volume down to a whisper. “Hope you don’t mind. I appreciate a bit
of brown noise.”
Antonia waved it away. “No, it’s fine. The little silence
in-between conversations always gets to me, too.”
“Right? So, anyway, tell me about yourself! We can play some
conversational ping-pong. But, oh! If you don’t
want to, that’s fine. I’m by no means
saying that just because I told you my name you’re somehow obligated to tell me yours, which I get sounds sort of like I’m
being sarcastic or ironic or something but I promise I’m –”
“I’m Antonia.” Antonia chuckled. “When I was younger some of
the other kids used to call me ‘Ant’. At first because it was a nickname, and I
guess kindergarteners can’t be trusted to pronounce non-English names without
butchering them somehow. But later it sort of morphed into a pretty apt title
because I was shorter than almost my entire class.”
“Really?” Kate was befuddled. She lunged from her chair and
took Antonia’s wrist, gently coaxing her up.
Antonia saw no reason to decline, but as Kate was gearing to
compare heights she felt the need to add, “This was, like, 20 years ago. I have
grown a fair bit since then.”
“Uh-huh.” Kate had found the crown of her own head just
about went to the connecting ridge between Antonia’s forehead and scalp. “Well,
hardball then. Did the whole ‘ant’ thing develop… shall we say, your complex?”
Kate circled Antonia, looking all up and down every facet of her body.
Antonia laughed. “To be honest? Not really. In fact, all
things considered I think I got into the kink pretty late. A friend sent me
some 4chan meme to laugh at and I had to basically hide the fact I found it
incredibly hot. It was close to six years ago, so we were like… eighteen?”
“Wowwwww, huh.” Kate finished her inspection of Antonia’s
body and sat back down. “I have never heard of anyone getting into the giantess
fetish that late in the game. I mean, I’ve been writing for twice that amount
of time. How was that for you? The experience of getting into it?”
“It was… normal? I suppose? My parents never really gave me
any trouble for liking girls, so I felt free to explore my own psyche in a
sexual sense. I mean, I Googled around for some forums, lurked on DeviantArt
for a bit. It was an experimental time for me, just investigating what it was
about it that makes me tick.”
“And what is that?” Kate was leaning forward. Her eyes were
trained on Antonia’s forehead. “What makes you tick, I mean?”
Antonia put a finger to her cheek. “Tough one. I don’t self-insert, per se. But if I had to…” Antonia couldn’t help but blush
and smile like a lovestruck idiot. “I’d love to be small… To be at the mercy of
something bigger. There’s something nice about relinquishing control, you
know?”
“And… would you like to be crushed by them?” asked Kate.
Antonia dialed down to a half-grin. “My brain says no, not
in real life. I like looking at the collages, the art, reading the stories and
imagining myself there, in place of the tiny as they’re getting smushed, and
all that. Even if somehow the excruciating pain is hard to separate from the
hotness.”
“Why do you think you – or, we – find that sort of thing
hot? I mean, on its own, what is there that’s really ‘hot’ about… death? Blood
and guts? ‘Viscera’, that sort of thing?”
“Fuck knows,” said Antonia. She sighed and reached to drink
a bit more of the melted condensate from the glass. “That friend? She liked a
lot of… I guess you could say ‘shock videos’? Live Leak vids, executions,
suicides, that sort of thing. And every so often, she’d make me watch something
like that, if she finds something really ‘cool’ to her. And we’d watch it
together.”
Antonia noticed Kate visibly trying to decide on the right
words before she spoke: “So… is that… you think that’s part of the reason –”
“No. Hell no. That
shit made me sick to my stomach, every time. For days. No, I didn’t like it.”
Kate breathed a sigh of relief. “Yeah, fair.”
Antonia continued, “I’m just bringing it up, because, it’s,
well, weird, right? I mean, liking fictional
death and all. Getting off on it? It sort of makes you think about
yourself, right? Think about just how fucked up you have to be to… hey, hey.
How are you?”
“Huh?” Kate’s face suddenly reanimated.
“You went pretty slack. Did I say something triggering?”
Antonia’s anxiety at meeting new friends was dripping back. She couldn’t stop
herself from going into damage control mode. “We can talk about something else,
if, if that’s what you’d want...”
“No!! This is interesting! I mean, I’m down. I guess, bah! God.”
Kate wiped her bare forearm on her forehead, which by all accounts appeared to
Antonia to have been dry beforehand. “I think I had my first macro fantasy when
I was… six?”
“Jesus Christ. Oh,
sorry!”
“Nah. It’s nothing.” Kate smiled. “Just a bit of daydreaming
after I watched a DVD of… some old movie. I’ve tweeted about it before…”
“Attack of the 50 Foot
–”
“Nah…” Kate waved the possibility away. “Not quite that old.
I mean, before I was born, but not –”
“Honey, I Shrunk the
Kids?”
Again, Kate shook her head. “It wasn’t an actual giant woman movie. It was a
monster, kaiju, something with–”
“Godzilla?”
“Godzilla! Yes,
yes! That shitty one from the 90s. That was the cause of my awakening.” Kate
chuckled dryly. “Luckily, none of my adult caretakers knew what a giantess
fetish was, so nobody I asked put it together that it could’ve been anything
sexual. And honestly it wasn’t since,
well, since I was six. I was more interested in Powerpuff Girls and all that.
It didn’t start to take over my life until… puberty,” Kate finished.
“Puberty,” Antonia repeated grimly.
Kate nodded. “That’s when my brain, body, everything inside
me was in on a conspiracy to tear me open from the inside out. My fantasies
returned in full-force, technicolor. Blu-ray. IMAX. Whatever.” Kate gave a
futile shrug. “It is an awful feeling, realizing that the death is what’s hot to you. That the blood is what turns you on. Like, what do you even
do, then? Who, as a child, do you talk to in that situation? Mom nearly killed
me when I tried to come out as
bi to her. In fact…”
Kate took her hair in one great bundle, and momentarily
Antonia realized just how long it was, going down at least a bit further than
her armpits, double that of Antonia’s brunette mop. She wondered if Kate had
extensions and considered asking, but before she could Kate turned away and revealed
a miscolored gash almost four inches long threading the rear of her neck.
“I… oh. That looks, ahm, permanent.”
“Getting shoved into a granite countertop will do that.” Antonia
could tell from her voice Kate was smiling. She let go of her hair and the
wound was covered once more. Antonia didn’t know why but she was thankful it
was gone. Kate turned back to her and continued, smugly, “It looked worse than
it really was. But don’t tell my mom that. Her believing for 10 minutes that I
was dead probably fixed most of the problems in our relationship.” Kate finished
nearly manic, but her eyes soon went dim. “Created plenty of new ones too… but…”
With that inconclusive note, Antonia took a minute to
realize she was expected to talk again. She floundered for a response. “Oh, I… do
think you’ve mentioned that you liked men as well.” And after a few more
seconds, “I read some of your giant male stories. They’re… fun! They’re fun.”
“Ah! Thanks.” The light flickered in Kate’s face for only a
moment. “But… yeah. I had friends and all… mostly just, like, regular people, I
guess. They’re nice. I still talk to a few of them. But nobody I was able to
share that piece of myself with, comfortably.”
Antonia was squinting. Then she said, “You know, you might really like my old friend I was talking
about. She’s probably mellowed out since the 4chan phase, but still. You two
would get along.”
“Oh?” said Kate. “Think so? Do you have her social media?”
Antonia only managed a glum shrug. “We lost touch after high
school. Gosh, that’s really sad, though! If I could just, like, switch our
lives up, so maybe your situation was better for you, and you had the friend,
or just… I don’t know,” Antonia put her head in her hands. “I’m sorry.”
“Really. It’s nothing,” Kate said, showing her teeth. “I
mean, we met online anyway. So it
works out in the end, doesn’t it?”
“True, right.” Antonia nodded. Then her face twisted as
though she were doing math in her head. She then burst out– “You wrote Final Eclipse in high school!?”
Kate’s eyes almost popped out of their holes. “Wha-huh? Why,
how –”
“You just said! That Godzilla
1998 came out before you were born, which means you have to be… carry the
one… And then, just now! You’ve been writing for twelve years. You couldn’t have been older than fourteen, fifteen. You were… Good lord.
That’s fucking impressive.”
Kate looked nervous. “You, ah, you got me. A bit of a vent
piece I guess. During the day I would write as much into my school notebook as
I could. At nights, after homework I’d go on the family computer and copy as
much into Word as possible. Hope my mom never investigated the file. And
eventually… it became… that.”
The longer Kate talked, the more Antonia’s awe increased,
the more confused she was at Kate’s apparent embarrassment.
“So, yeah, thanks,” said Kate. “But, try to keep that on the
low? I do not need to give my FBI agent any more
fodder to lock me up.” She rubbed circles into her cheek with her palm.
“Besides, I’m already ashamed enough as it is.”
“Ashamed? Ashamed?
No… you do not understand. I mean –” Antonia was loose. She was comfortable. And
now, she was ready to rant. “That… masterpiece,
you wrote it when you were fifteen. When I was a teen, I was, like, playing
Subway Surfers in my bunkbed. But you were – are – a prodigy! I mean, you said
‘hobby’ but you could write for real if you ever wanted.”
“What do you mean by that?” Kate narrowed an eye.
“Oh! I mean, your stuff is real, it’s real. Just… yep!”
Antonia tried to ignore Kate’s piercing stare. “But I mean, damn. I wish I could reread Final Eclipse for the first time one
more time. Just thinking of it makes me weak… And then I read through the rest
of your backlog and then I sent you that DM on Twitter and then…”
“We became friends.” Kate smiled.
Antonia nodded. “Yeah… yes! We did!” She beamed. Kate
returned it.
“So, anyway…” Kate crossed a leg. “Now, it’s time to talk
about boring stuff. I’d love to hear about what you’re in town for. I know it
was a work thing, and you don’t have to reveal any more than you’d want to.”
“Oh, it’s fine!” said Antonia. “It’s a sort of professional
development conference for, ah, teachers.”
Kate brightened. “You’re a teacher!”
“Mm-hmm! Second year at it. The middle schoolers definitely
feel more like screaming gerbils at times… but still, I like it. And having
summers off doesn’t hurt either. This conference isn’t technically mandatory, but I get a stipend if I do go. Plus, if I show a flight receipt
the district will pay for the travel expenses. But not–”
“–but not the hotel,” Kate spoke over Antonia on accident.
“Yep. Hence.”
“Well, aren’t you glad I just so happened to reposition my
life and move to North Carolina just to save you a bit on lodgings?”
“So grateful,” Antonia rolled her eyes. “But really, again,
I cannot thank you enough. Seriously, you’re amazing. In more ways than one.”
“Oh pish,” said Kate, bubbling over from praise. “Well,
wanna order a pizza or something?”
“Mm-mm,” Antonia said, finally ready to stretch her sore
muscles and trek up the stairs. She creaked out of her chair, her earlier
fervor gone. “I ate after the plane landed. I should be good until morning.
Which reminds me! I need to schedule a Lyft to pick me up…”
“Oh, no need,” said Kate, hopping up and trotting to look
over Antonia’s shoulder. “I can drop you off.”
“You do realize at this rate I’ll be paying off my debt to
you for the rest of my life, right?”
Cheeky, Kate simply replied, “That’s right.”
“Alright then! I guess I’ll see you in the morning! Take
care, Sinne– …Kate!” Antonia was a few steps up the stairs when she suddenly
said, “Oh! Forgot.” Kate watched Antonia return to the coffee table. She
grabbed the glass of half-melted ice, and she ferried it to the sink, washing
it, drying it, and depositing it into an empty dishwasher. Kate watched Antonia
shoot her a pleasant wink, and she disappeared upstairs.
Kate remained in her seat completely still. Until Antonia
yelled back, “Ah, which room was it
again?!”
“All the way at the end of the left hallway! Can’t miss it!”
“Thanks!”
Slam!!
Kate was alone.
***
Antonia noticed something was off when she refused to emerge
from beneath the spread of blankets.
Oh, she tried. She
seemed to crawl endlessly through entire reams of the impossibly comfortable
and warm fabric that made up the endless grotto she’d found herself in. The
once-cozy in-between space between blanket and mattress had become muggy and
claustrophobic, so much so that Antonia felt the need to stand up on the bed,
yet even that refused to free Antonia from her confinement.
What is this…?
Antonia began to wonder if this was a dream. Travelling seemingly endlessly
along the bouncy surface of the bed underneath an equally expansive blanket
seemed somewhat dreamlike. And yet, that theory felt off too. Her head was
splitting, and it seemed odd that she could feel such a sharp pain in a
dreamscape. If this was a dream, it
was no dream Antonia wanted to participate in, and now was about the time she
would be waking up. She tried… but nothing. The woman remained trapped.
Where am I…
Antonia wondered. Of course, it felt ridiculous to ask such a thing out loud.
Clearly Antonia was still snug in her bed; through the darkness she could even
make out the floral print pattern of the sheets if she squinted. But why was
she confined so, why did the bounciness of the mattress springs feel overly
stiff, and why did everything feel too big?
When Antonia emerged from her odyssey, she wanted to feel
accomplished. At ease. Yet here as she beheld the rest of the moonlit room,
that wrongness again. Her
blood-blurred eyes failed to focus on anything; she couldn’t recognize
anything. The bed seemed as though it stretched far too long than logically
made sense. And any attempts to parse exactly what it was that made her feel so
distressed only raised more questions.
And there was a figure in the corner.
Antonia was struck. She couldn’t move. She didn’t know if it
was from fear or sleep paralysis, but she could not bring her shivering body to
shift even an inch in any direction. She simply laid there.
Antonia’s heart was pounding. What’s going on, what’s going on, what’s going on… Her chest felt
like it was being crushed under a barbell. When she breathed, she couldn’t
exhale; her lungs seemed only to expand, and it was full to bursting. I’m going to die. I’m going to die. I’m
going to die. This was the only thing Antonia could do as she slowly seemed
to lock up, immovable. Not even her eyeballs could rotate in their sockets.
They could, however, make out the shroud of black that was approaching her, utterly
massive, indiscernible, incorporeal, inescapable.
***
“Hu-gah!”
Antonia woke up.
This was it, Antonia thought. This definitely wasn’t a
dream. But it only took moments before that faith was shaken. Her blanket was
gone, for one… as was her bed. The great steppes of her mattress had been
replaced by a long stretch of solid brown floor that expanded in four
directions.
Antonia was also naked. That seemed important to note.
She wanted to stand up, but at the same time she feared what
creatures exposing herself might attract in whichever bizarro nightmare
dimension she’d ended up in. And yet, like before, the chill of her nudity and
the sting of cold from the wood felt oddly biting, oddly corporeal. Oddly…
Oh God. Antonia realized it. She felt foolish for not even
noticing it before.
It felt like a sick joke. It felt too terrifying, too
mortifying, too impossible to be possible. But she recognized this wood. It was
the coffee table.
Antonia rotated deliberately, like a model on a catwalk,
absolutely unable to believe it. Her surroundings had taken on the sterile
tinge of a room illuminated only by plug-in nightlights, but she was in Kate’s
living room, scaled to five hundred times her old size.
Antonia was small. Tiny. Utterly minuscule. It was hard to
even measure at this point, but one-inch seemed feasible. How? Why?! What?! And how did she even get
here anyway? All of these were important questions, but they were secondary to
getting help as soon as possible. That was looking like a, er, a tall order
though. It was the middle of the night; Kate was probably fast asleep or in her
writers’ focus right now. Antonia guessed she probably had a dedicated study if
she didn’t write in her own room. Either way, neither of those were close to
here. Antonia was isolated.
So, Antonia did the only thing she could do. She yelled.
“KAAAAAAAAAAAATE!!! HEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!!”
And on. And on. And on.
In the ensuing laments, Antonia was sure not to let the
irony escape her. She’d somehow become exactly what she’d wanted to be for
years: a tiny. Fantasies of existing at a diminutive scale had dominated her
dreams for her entire adult life, but Antonia couldn’t bring herself to
entertain the thought of enjoying this. Not even in a carefree “oh, when this
problem gets fixed I totally wanna have fun with this” kind of way. She wanted
to throw up. Her body’s height and weight ratios were completely out of sync.
Her movements felt weird and perpetually groggy. Her eyes could not focus on
more than one large thing in the distance at a time. Even in the best of
circumstances, this would’ve been a bottom-tier experience in the list of her
experiences. Now? It was more than awful. It was hellish. It was beyond
terrifying. Antonia didn’t know how to describe it. Hell, there was only one
word to describe this.
“Comical.”
That single word wasn’t uttered with much force at all. Yet
it brought Antonia to her knees. Once she was settled on the ground, the
whimpering woman twisted and watched the figure appear from the translucent
shadows of the kitchenette no-mans-land. The vibrations travelled with every
step, dispersing a bit in the carpet but still maintaining enough cohesion to
bleed into Antonia’s bones.
Because this wasn’t just anyone, but Kate. In the flesh.
The first living thing Antonia had seen since her
diminishment, and she wasn’t appearing as a friend. Perhaps it was the
nightlights and lamplights accentuating her from low angles. Perhaps it was the
twitching smirk that plucked at the corner of her mouth. Perhaps it was the
simple fact that anything can look threatening when you were small enough. But
Kate no longer looked like a friend.
“K-K-K-K-Kate…?!” Antonia had to shake her head and clear
out the fog. A part of her still hoped this was a dream, but the realness was
getting closer and closer. Kate felt
real, as did every shudder and shake that crept into Antonia’s body. She looked real as her entire being
approached, almost filling up Antonia’s frame of vision while being impossible
to turn away from. She even smelled
real; Kate was by no means a foul-smelling girl, but even mild body odors had
the potential to become pungent and overwhelming when faced by nostrils as
small as Antonia’s.
“Simply comical,” Kate repeated. And she plopped down on the
couch. The sound of her ass hitting the pleather cushion was like a gunshot,
and it hurt. So many things hurt Antonia now. She covered her ears belatedly,
and she squinted forth to see Kate really dig into the couch and relax,
spreading her legs wide just for Antonia to realize the woman was not wearing
any bottoms beneath her chemise.
“Do you have any idea how scared I was?” Even with her ears covered, trying to avoid Kate was
like trying to avoid sand on the beach. Like rain drops in a storm. For the
moment, Kate was as ubiquitous as air. “I wasn’t sure if it would work well or
not. I hadn’t even tested if ingestion would work, or if your stomach acids
would neutralize the shrinking agent. If there’s one thing we can learn from
all this… it’s that I’m a goddamn fucking
genius.”
It's not like Antonia hadn’t considered it. Hell, it was her
first hypothesis. But she abandoned it just as quickly as it crossed her mind.
Antonia would’ve sooner believed aliens had stolen her away in the dead of
night, shrunk her and stripped her of her clothes, probed her, then politely
returned her to Kate’s coffee table than believe Kate herself had the ability
to shrink her, much less the desire and determination to make it happen.
“Did you enjoy the lemonade by the way? I really don’t make
homemade beverages all that much. I put a little honey in there for sweetness,
and to hide the bitter aftertaste. I don’t know if you noticed. But seriously,
how cool is this? I mean, you have to tell me. Really describe it. Don’t
I look cool? Don’t I look hot?! I
really want to know what I look like from your perspective... Look
at me.”
Antonia trembled as
she turned her gaze to the heavenly body that was Kate.
Her twin knees on either side almost flickered in the
lowlight; Antonia could almost make out the blue veins that pulsed beneath her
flesh. Bare legs and hips further coated by a black shroud of a chemise. It
seemed to cascade down Kate’s front like a waterfall, the result no doubt of
Kate’s two massive orbs that hung free from her chest. Kate’s arms were craned
behind her head leaving her shaved armpits free for all to witness. Kate was
calm. She was comfortable. Most importantly, she was still. Even as big as she
was, Antonia could not see her shift, could not see her twitch. It was uncanny.
More than anything, Kate truly wanted Antonia to look at her, as she was, now, here.
Antonia tore her gaze from Kate’s skylinear face and wrapped
herself in her own arms. Kate smiled ever wider. “Yeah… you look so fucking
funny down there… I know what you’re thinking, you know?”
Antonia hazarded another glance.
“Still hoping this is a dream, right? Still hoping that
you’ll wake right up in your warm little bed, and I can drive you to your cute
little meeting tomorrow, right?”
The tiny little Antonia made a tiny little nod.
“GOD!” Kate
slapped her own thigh. The force and shock and fear were enough to send Antonia
rolling away in a heap. “I love this
shit! Love it so much… so much.”
Antonia didn’t even have the time to collect her bearings
when Kate’s hand was already reaching for her. “No, no!” Fear had overridden everything. Even if she couldn’t force
herself to think Kate was an enemy, those fingers definitely were her foes. She
scooted on her butt, chafing against the seasoned wood. She kicked away, and
Kate giggled.
“Feisty! I’m here for it.” Kate grinned ever more, an almost
unnatural width, at the sting of Antonia’s kicks pushing back so hard against
her palm. It was so damn cute. She wasted no time though; Kate slapped her hand
down on Antonia. It shoved the breath from her chest and left only her head
exposed.
“No, stop! Stop,
stop-stop-stop, please, please! Kate,
Kate?!” Kate’s fingers would’ve no doubt submerged the shrunken woman had the
giantess not taken proper care to avoid it. Antonia’s shrieks were intermingled
with her heaves and gasps for breath, and Kate eased her grip just a bit, just
enough to keep her from falling deeper into her grip.
“Kate…” Antonia wanted to look at her, but she just couldn’t
muster the strength. And yet, now Kate’s face took up her entire field of view.
It was a brain-breakingly bizarre experience. Humans never looked at other
humans’ faces from this close up. The weight of it was what at last made
Antonia burst into a ball of stringy tears. “W-w-what… are you…” Sniff. “What are you going to do with me?”
“Oh? The question.” Kate gave Antonia a couple of squeezes,
and she leaned back in her couch. She uncupped her hand against her breasts and
looked down her nose as Antonia flopped free into Kate’s palm. “That’s always
the question, right? That’s what the scared little tinies ask when they’re
small, isn’t it?” Kate cocked her head. “Or some variation thereof.”
Even amidst Kate’s overpowering body heat, Antonia was
shivering. She didn’t say anything.
“You really are scared,
aren’t you…!” Kate bit her lip. “So… you’re not even a little excited? Not a
tiny bit?”
“Kate, I’m terrified!! You… you… you did this to me,
somehow. It’s not natural. I don’t understand…” Antonia had to rock back and
forth just to keep the rubber bands that raveled her up from popping. “Please.
Please. Just tell me I don’t have to be scared.”
Kate licked her lips. “But, Antonia. Don’t you see? I did
this for you.” She reached her finger to Antonia and
nuzzled the tip against her cheek with uncharacteristic softness. Antonia
didn’t resist, but she didn’t react. “I knooow…” Kate let her voice drop to a
sultry whisper. “I know how much you love this. Don’t you?... I’m sure you do.”
Kate’s finger poked into Antonia’s side. Then, it poked her
again. Antonia was scared, but now she was becoming annoyed. She wrapped her
arms around the finger, and suddenly Antonia was yanked up and into the space
before Kate’s forehead, dangling solely on the strength of her own grip, as
Kate drew circles in the air with her finger pointing down. “All the adrenaline
of a rollercoaster ride, right here in my home. But you’d never have to want
for anything. Worry for anything. Because I’ll be right here. Feeding you. Loving
you. What more could you want?”
Antonia wanted to look past Kate’s tree trunk of a finger,
but her grip slipped. She tried to adjust, but she only slid down the
moisturized digit more and more. She let go, yelped, and landed on the pillowy
cushion of Kate’s breasts. She grabbed onto a handful of flesh to keep from
sliding into her nightgown. This excised a ticklish chuckle from Kate.
“See? I can be your safety. I can protect you, if you let
me.”
Antonia didn’t want to admit she was thinking about it… it
did sound nice.
“I know you know. I know
you understand, we’re the only ones on this Earth who understand each
other. You understand it, right?” Kate leaned in closer and closer. Her hand
scooped up Antonia again, and soon the shrunken girl was practically hugging
Kate’s eye, getting flitted by butterfly kisses over and over. “Did I do it?
Are you still scared? Or are you coming around?”
Despite the blazing heat that radiated from Kate’s body,
Antonia felt colder than ever. “Kate…”
Kate’s eyes opened wide. They glistened in the nightlight.
If Antonia wasn’t careful, she feared falling into the pool of her right eye,
emptying herself into Kate’s embrace, and becoming one with everything she was.
“This has been… I… I don’t know! I don’t know how I feel.
I’m just, confused. You’re making me… I-I don’t know!!” Antonia shook her tiny
little head. And she looked at Kate with solemn tears. “I… don’t want this. And
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry if this isn’t what you expected. If it isn’t what you
wanted.”
Kate was a stone. She didn’t move. She didn’t speak. She
didn’t twitch. She stared at – nay, through
Antonia. For a long, long time. The heat coming off her almost scalded the
little woman. But Antonia couldn’t do anything. Say anything. She could only
wait.
Until.
Kate’s lips curled into a tight, slight smile.
“You don’t have to apologize. This is exactly what I
wanted.”
Before Antonia could even mouth What?!, she was scooped up once more and practically thrown back
onto the coffee table.
Two twin SLAMS followed,
each one sending a quick burst of bone-chattering shockwave energy through
Antonia’s little form. Antonia writhed; though she was not in pain, she felt as
though she should be. And when she
did look up, she saw on both sides of her was a foot. A massive, massive foot.
A foot which could span her own body length many times over. A foot which was
ever so slightly twin-toned, milky soles on one side, and olive brown on the
other. Two feet on either side of her, casually sliding around on their heels,
casually wiggling their toes. Two feet which could remove Antonia from this
mortal plane at a twitch.
“It was all part of the game, you see…”
At this size, and at this distance, a single foot appeared
more like a billboard, and a casual sway of one of them blocked out Kate’s
visage. The face of her friend was no longer visible, and for some reason this
made Antonia brim with anxiety. “G-g-game?”
“Well, clearly. There’s always some build-up, right? Some…
what’s the word… hope spot?”
Antonia tried to swallow, but her mouth went dry. Those
feet, as beautiful as they were… she had to get away from them. She got up,
turned, and ran. And subsequently got SLAMMED
down on the table remorselessly. “Ach!!”
Warm.
Warmth on her back. Warmth at her head. Warmth, and pain.
Kate clenched her right toes, and she dragged the little
woman back, closer to the edge so that Kate’s knee bent at a sharper angle. Her
left foot was still as relaxed as ever.
The stars that filled Antonia’s eyes had yet to dissipate,
but she knew she was bleeding. She could even intuit that there might be a
trail of the stuff drawing her path from a futile escape to here, barely a few
inches long in human terms, but practically a hundred-yard sprint to the bug.
She tried to unstick her forehead from the coffee table just as Kate opened her
mouth once more.
“Obviously I couldn’t just
smush you.” And then Kate giggled. She continued, as though trying hard not
to laugh. “I couldn’t, couldn’t just invite
you inside, shrink you down, and then, and then… BWA-HAHAHAHA!!”
Antonia wasn’t even looking at Kate now, still nice and stowed
beneath her captress’s warm toes. Antonia was sure she looked beautiful even
braying like a donkey. And that thought only sent her deeper into her pit.
“Butter you up, wear you down… but, see…” The toes increased
their pressure, and Antonia’s gasps were squeezed up a pitch. Kate continued
with a deadly seriousness, “The moment you realized I started writing this shit
at fifteen… there was no way you were leaving this house alive.”
It was a moment of relent, and Antonia managed to twist her
body against the foot, turning upward and staring through the gap of the big
and pointer toe. Through that gap she saw Kate looking down on her and sneering
with untold contempt. So deep was the hatred on her face, it truly, genuinely
shocked Antonia to silence. Even opening her mouth several times and keeping
her eyes locked into Kate’s dark ones, the mite-sized girl simply could not say
anything, at least until she belted into another frantic set of pleas.
“I, I, I, I’m sorry, I
won’t tell anyone, no one, nobody, I
won’t tell anybody, please… please, PLEASE, please just let me live, Kate…
Kate…?!”
Kate had broken into a smile. Then a grin. And she busted
into a guffawing laugh again. “AH-HAHAHAHAHA!
I’m playing, Antonia. I’m
playing.” She didn’t relieve any of the pressure of her feet upon Antonia’s
abdomen. “I’m just playing.”
The warmth on her forehead told her otherwise, but her
voice, those words, it did some work at putting Antonia more at ease. The
playfulness, the earnestness. It helped untie the knot that this experience had
wrapped Antonia into.
Kate looked as though she had to swallow some excess saliva
in her mouth. With a casual glance down to her feet: “To be completely honest,
I knew I would kill you the moment I laid eyes on you.”
…
Antonia stared at Kate.
Kate’s incisors clutched her lower lip. “Eh. Yeah.”
CRACK.
The toes. They’d constrained Antonia. Constricted Antonia.
Wrapped around Antonia’s dumbstruck form, they came together in one, quick,
fatal clench.
In just a moment, every bone which made up Antonia’s spinal
column had been pulverized into dust. Kate held the position, held her toe in
its clenched state. And Antonia could continue to feel the warmth as various
organs in her body began leaking into places they were not meant to go.
“G-guah, ah, ah… uh…”
The pain hadn’t quite hit Antonia yet, but worse than any pain or even
discomfort was the feeling of wrongness.
Her body had been transformed from what it was to a mangled thing with all the
callousness of a baby and a Barbie doll. Except in this case, Kate knew exactly
what she was doing. She reveled in it. She looked on, hypnotized as Antonia
tried in vain to flop like a fish using the legs which had been so cruelly
stolen from her.
Kate breathed out sharply from her
nose. “Hnnngggg…” Her hands had
already gone to the nub which was ejecting itself from between her legs. “I
was… worried…” It was difficult for the woman to speak between gasps. “I’d been
worried for a while now. That it wouldn’t feel as good in real life as,
ah, ah…” Her breath quickened. “As in
my head.”
The pressure had let up. No point
anymore, after all. Antonia’s legs now just useless, dead weight. Her arms
still functioned, but what could they do here? Grab onto Kate’s slightly sweaty
toe for some reason? There would be no need – Kate was unexpectedly dexterous,
and she slid one of Antonia’s legs between her first two toes, clutching it and
lifting her foot back up onto its heel. Antonia’s other leg dangled
uncomfortably, but she barely registered any sensation there anymore. Antonia
could see Kate now, somewhat. She was masturbating, and upon locking eyes with
the shrunken mite, her masturbation seemed to increase dramatically in pace.
It was useless. Pointless.
Nothing. She was nothing. She’d been paralyzed in only a moment by something so
much larger than her.
Was this some sort of punishment? A punishment for her
masochism? For finding pleasure in depictions of pain? Even her own?
Did Kate hate her? Did something Antonia did, or said, over
those years… did she make a mistake? Did she insult Kate in some esoteric way?
What was the purpose of this cruelty?
Antonia couldn’t move as she hung, a toe ornament forced to
watch her owner get off on her humiliation. But despite the screams and squawks
and the sharp, harsh pain which had now injected into her every limb and
extremity, Antonia’s mouth still worked… sorta.
“H… H… How…?”
Kate didn’t hear her. She was huffing as more gooey wetness
dripped from between her spread legs. She took the occasional glance toward her
foot and toward Antonia to remind her what she was masturbating over, but it
was practically impossible to pull her out of that kind of revery.
Antonia swelled up. She filled her lungs with as much
upside-down breath as they could take, and she eeked out, “Kate?!”
It seemed to cut through Kate’s self-satisfaction. Her
rubbing slowed down. “...Huh?”
“How…?!”
Kate very nearly paused her jill-off session entirely. “I told you earlier, didn’t I? I mean, I could explain how
I designed the formula, but I feel like it’d be a bit complex without a
background in biomechanical –”
“No…” Even just speaking was taking its toll on the girl.
“How… how could you… how could you
do this? How? How?! T-t-t-to… to
me?!” It still didn’t make sense to Antonia. It didn’t make sense that someone
who’d brought her so much joy had wanted to induce so much pain as well. It was
a sick, twisted, fucked up joke. “Please… tell me… Weren’t we friends?”
“Oh?” Kate wondered. And then she
let out another thundering, billowing laugh.
Every time she did, she clenched her toes a bit around Antonia’s leg. Some kind
of twitch reaction.
“Oh! Oh, my bad! I am so sorry you misread this entire
situation.” Kate put on her kindest, most motherly face. “See, I do not
consider ‘being friends’ and ‘wanting to shrink you down and crush you to
paste’ as mutually exclusive.”
Antonia didn’t respond. Upside
down, the upturned smile Kate wore seemed uncanny at best.
Kate went on undeterred, though:
“I mean, did you think they were all just gaffes? Jokes? Pretend…? Catalina... Final Eclipse… Blood Rain…
Carnage To-Go… Beginning the End…?”
With each story title Kate rattled off, Antonia was transported away. Back to a
different place and time. She could remember exactly where she was when she
read each story, fell into each story, fell in love with each story. She
remembered the intensity, the vicious orgasms she suffered and craved, like a
drug. Going back to each story again and again just for another hit. Rereading
the most desolate, depraved sequences. Scenes of absolute debauchery,
psychopathy, misanthropy. Toward one, ten, a thousand people all at once, with
no remorse for age, race, gender, and beyond. Planets reduced to nothing but
stardust to pad the superior asses of the hottest women Antonia could ever
imagine.
Each memory sent a violent spasm
down what was left of Antonia’s spine.
“Oh, sweetie…” Kate reached
forward and grabbed Antonia, turning her right side up again in her fingers.
“It was all real. Every bit. Everything I’ve ever gained. Everything I’ve ever
wanted. I’d trade it all away… every bit… to feel what it’s like. To
feel someone. A human. To feel them bend, and break, completely break away into
a nothing. Beneath me. Like she always was, in a way.”
The sickening sweetness with which
she said it. The soft caress with which she held Antonia. It was all so
uncanny. Disturbing.
But it was her eyes. Kate’s eyes.
Perhaps it was the dimly-lit room.
But Antonia couldn’t tell. She’d never been able to tell, in fact, what color
they were. What was inside of them. How deep their abyss traveled.
Antonia believed Kate. She
believed every word. She could even believe that she’d turn this world to ash
in only a moment. Given the opportunity.
Antonia felt herself sink into
those eyes. Into the abyss. She had skirted that abyss so many times, at her
computer, on her phone, in the sanctity of her mind as she revisited these
sordid ideas. She’d skirted it, but for so long, she’d believed she was not of
it. That she was above it. That she didn’t need it.
Antonia couldn’t skirt from it
anymore. She couldn’t even walk away from it. She could do nothing. But. Accept
it. Accept herself. Accept Kate. Accept everything. Everything that had come to
pass was meant to be.
Who Antonia once was fell away,
piece by piece. A mother, a father, an apartment, a girlfriend, a job and classroom of students who would forever
languish without knowing what happened to her. Her hair color, her eye color,
her skin color, her sense of fashion, her desire to live or to die. All of it
came apart, unveiling her body in shards like eggshells. Unleashing what was
beneath in a glowing metamorphosis.
Kate looked at Antonia. Antonia’s
lips pursed together. And she nodded.
“You get it.” Another hand went to
her pussy lips. “You really get it now, don’t you.”
Tears were streaming down
Antonia’s face. “Please…”
But this ‘please’ was not one for
hope. For redemption. For rescue. This was a plea to be returned to her
rightful place in this room, this house, on this material plane. To be returned
to beneath Kate’s feet. To allow this creature to usher her into the next life,
just as she ushered her into understanding the true dynamic of their reality.
Kate understood.
“Fffffffffuck…” Another orgasm pierced her every cell. She breathed,
had to breathe, and regained her composure. “This… isn’t as good as my
imagination. This is so. Much. Fucking. Y’ah-ah-ah-ahhhhh…”
Kate was tingling. There was no goddamn way the affection of something so
small should have an impact this drastic on her. But this was a human woman. Someone who’d known the unique pleasures of being a fully
realized sapient being. And decided anyway they’d rather stay reduced in their
last moments than go on fighting, futilely, to regain what she’d lost. Yeah,
it’d taken some prodding on Kate’s part, but that was still a goddamn treat.
“Yeah, fucking worship me, bitch.”
And as much as Kate tried to put on her most self-serious ‘goddess face’, she
couldn’t help but smile. It was just silly. So unbelievably silly.
And Antonia was doing it. Even
limp, with non-functioning legs, she was squirming and wiggling as close as she
could to Kate’s feet. The literal beginning and ending of Kate’s body, the end
of Antonia’s world. Those feet which stole from Antonia her own mobility but
bequeathed something far more important to her in the process. Perspective.
They were worthy of respect, veneration, and love. And they would receive all
of those from Antonia for as long as her muse allowed her to persist in her
world.
Kate had already orgasmed twice,
and somehow the fact she was able to cum just from forcing the little creature
into such a submissive state was itself an immense turn-on.
But she wasn’t kidding. She was
going to kill her.
It would’ve been nice to keep her
around, for a time at least. Kate got dozens of comments on every story chapter
she posted, and there was always a steady trickle of new faces and usernames to
keep track of. But junebugrug202 was one of the first, and certainly the most
consistent. She was doing Antonia a favor by ending her this way, surely. She
was showing her the way to her own paradise… but it was a loss all the same. And
it made Kate sad.
Kate leaned all the way back into
her couch, entire body forming a rather obtuse angle. Her feet remained on the
table by the heels, and crawling pitifully to the leftmost foot was Antonia. The
life that was once in those eyes took on a different character from when Kate
examined those eyes at full size. It seemed… more muted. This walking-death
quality of those eyes was a microcosm of what her existence had newly become.
Kate had difficulty doing so while
shoving as many fingers into her pussy as she could, but she did manage to aim
her foot atop Antonia’s head and stroke along her back and body, petting her
with her big toe. An errant twitch accidentally slammed her face into the
table, but Antonia didn’t seem to mind.
“I wish I got to know you,
Antonia.”
Antonia simply purred, somewhat
unable to move from beneath Kate’s massive digits.
Kate’s other foot slid across the
stained wood table. It nudged into Antonia’s motionless legs, toes grabbing
hold of them both, and sidling further up Antonia’s body until her waist was
wedged securely between the big and second toes of Kate’s foot.
Antonia could feel the sharp clamp
that surrounded her hips, powerless and motionless to escape. But she didn’t
want to, even as the opposite set of toes slid over her head, bathing her in
sweat, and clamping equally around her chest and shoulders. Her diaphragm
creaked under the strain, but for Antonia the pain was the pleasure. At least, pleasure was what she’d forced pain to
become.
The pressure increased. Top and
bottom, Antonia began to feel it. A new pain. The pain as her body began to
pull apart.
Kate was laser-focused on the
scene. Her soles were facing one another, dug into and braced upon the table as
her feet flexed. Each foot was barely an inch away from the other, and between
them was a person.
Not just any person.
Kate’s friend.
Antonia’s breath quickened. She’s really
going to do it. She’s doing it. She’s going to rip me in half. Her feet are
going to tear me apart.
Kate was masturbating, massaging
her clit while stimulating her vaginal walls as much as was feasible. Her legs
were sore from holding the position, but Kate was a strong girl. She could
handle it. The soreness. She could handle anything. She could do anything. She
wasn’t a girl. She was everything. To
Antonia… no… to this ant. She was
everything. The beginning and ending. Even before, before all this, she was her
everything. I, Kate, made her feel
things. Incredible things. Impossible things.
I could destroy her with the right pairing of words in the right order, right
time and place. It was all me. I was her priest, her connection between the
world of her flesh and the world of her spirit. And now, I would be her God.
Kate didn’t even care to catch the
drool which dripped onto her chemise anymore.
Antonia meanwhile was grappling
with so many questions. Was Kate truly going to kill her? Did Kate want to kill her? Did she care? Did Antonia care? Was there any point, any
purpose to anything Antonia had ever done if she were just to end everything
here, a stain on some woman’s coffee table? Was this pain she was feeling
inside her own mind? Was it real?
So many questions, all wrapped up
and amalgamated into a single answer:
It doesn’t matter.
Antonia doesn’t have to care. About herself. About her
body, her pain, even about Kate. It didn’t matter.
Kate was, now. She just was.
Kate had become her queen. Mistress. Goddess. All of these
and more to the diminutive. And it was no mere platitude or false title. It was
all Antonia could even imagine her as. Her mind was rewiring itself as her body
stretched. She could not afford to think rationally. She couldn’t afford to
think at all, lest she think of the pain as her broken spine began to uncouple
itself. All she could think about were the toes which wrapped around her, which
crunched her, which owned her.
She didn’t even need additional stimulation for the
waterworks to begin in earnest.
“Hng, hhng, hng, hngg…! I can feel it…!”
Just when Kate thought this was it, this was the absolute
horniest she could become, she felt it. Antonia wasn’t just wet. She was soaked. Kate hadn’t realized it before
through her own sweat, but the tiny girl hadn’t even lifted a finger and was
dripping like a faucet. She was getting off on her imminent death.
Well, who would Kate be to deny her?
Her toe was a massive, unwieldy thing to the tiny creature,
but Kate still managed to find Antonia’s own pubic mound and massage it, even
as her toes strained and prepared to break this tiny woman into two. And in
response, Antonia’s arousal kicked into overdrive. Involuntary spasms coursed
through her, buckling her hips as though she were having sex with Kate’s second
toe. It was incredible. It made Kate feel incredible. Unstoppable. It was
unstoppable. She was unstoppable. Everything. Antonia felt it. The rush as she
buckled and came uncontrollably, the pain as her body creaked and bones
fractured, the endless love that bubbled into her chest ready to break free
from her ruptured corpse. She loved this. She loved Kate. But it didn’t matter
– Kate would have her way, one way or another.
“AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
Kate’s orgasm ripped through the house.
And as she descended from her high like a queen from her
tower, and saw the twitching, bloody pair of legs, even now spurting out oozing
globules of cum… she seemed to ascend on high all over again.
***
Kate didn’t wake up on her own.
Her alarm clock usually woke her up promptly at 7 o’clock.
Just early enough to get to the chemical plant with time to spare. Barring
that, her phone would wake her up at 7:45, offering just enough time to get
there if she didn’t try at all to shower and only meagerly touched up her hair
and makeup.
This morning, Katarina Romanovich had neither.
She’d slept straight through her alarms, both of which were
still ringing elsewhere in the house. And she would’ve slept far longer had the
alarm sounds not leaked into her blissful daydreams.
Kate’s face was stuffed in the corner between the arm of the
couch and its cushion. “Ughhhhh… God dammit…” She pulled one arm from
underneath her torso and felt that momentary confusion and fear one feels when their
arm refuses to move on its own properly. Shrugging at the paralysis, Kate tried
to sit up and noticed a throw pillow seemed to also have been jammed between
her thighs.
“What… happened last night…?” Kate said to no one in
particular. She tugged at the pillow and pulled it out, wincing as she realized
just how sore her labia was. The pillow itself was now darkened with stains and
spots and smells much to Kate’s chagrin. This was the good pillow too, and it
came with the set. It’d be a bitch to clean, but it’s not like she got many
visitors.
The alarms were annoying. Kate associated them with limits
and anxiety. The sooner she shut them off and called in sick the better. She
gingerly lifted herself off the couch and put one foot in front of–
Crunch.
It all came flooding back.
“Oh… oh God… oh God…”
Kate looked down at her left foot. Red stuff was oozing out
between her first two toes. Carefully, she lifted it up. Something which had
spent the night caked against the pliable ball of her foot had been crushed
into a stain in only a moment.
Kate pulled her rightmost foot up into her hand and examined
the sole. The ball of the foot had a simple Rorschach of dried blood adhered to
it. She sniffed, and she drank in the blood scent.
She did do that,
didn’t she.
It wasn’t all a dream. She’d done it. It’d taken time. Weeks
for the plan alone, and then another month to synthesize enough serum to shrink
her without anyone at work noticing. She’d considered it, agonized over it,
executed it. She’d murdered someone. Far and away from the prying eyes of
civilization where nobody would ever know, she’d ripped a woman in half with a
well-timed flex of her toes. And not just anyone. A friend. One of her closest online friends.
And she’d made her enjoy
it.
Kate glanced toward the coffee table and almost winced at
the corpse of… What was her name again? Kate stamped her foot and snapped her
fingers.
“Antonia!”
That was it. Antonia.
Antonia’s upper torso was all that was left. Just beneath
her navel, a mess of blood and organs spilled out into a bite-sized lake of
viscera. Her body was pale. Kate didn’t precisely know for sure how long
someone could live after being bisected, but it couldn’t have been more than a
few minutes. Chances were Antonia had been dead for hours. And etched
permanently into her face, from now until forever, was a smile of bliss. She’d
died cumming. It was horrific as it was arousing, and it was enough to turn Kate
on once again.
Kate took a long look down the hall to her room where her
phone was impatiently awaiting her to turn off its buzzer. Where she’d be
forced to scrape all sorts of sticky goos from her flesh and shamefully arrive
at work several hours late before going back home too soon to even be of use to
the company.
Or.
Or, Kate could use this. This experience. This fresh memory
that even now would not stop playing and replaying over and over in her head.
Use this, take the day off – the week off,
if necessary. Hole herself up in her study, subsist on frozen meals and
Postmates. Do nothing, nothing, nothing. But write, write, write. Write the best damn story she’s written in her
entire life.
She could do it later. Clean up her tables later. Call in
sick later. Melt Antonia’s suitcases later. Hell, she could even finish Catastrophic Catalina later. But now,
Kate was already halfway down the hall, nonchalantly leaving reddish sticky
footprints on her hardwood floors… before stopping. She turned back, returned
to the coffee table, and she peeled Antonia’s upper body from its surface like
a wax seal. The gaping wound had mostly congealed, but the body itself hadn’t
totally drained out.
Kate brought Antonia up to her face and, with a bit of
apprehension, tasted a bit of the red stuff beneath.
Kate had expected to be repulsed by the flavor… but it
wasn’t terrible. It wasn’t even bad. It was…
interesting. And it’d likely be more interesting if she’d been eaten fresh. For
now, Antonia wasn’t worth devouring. She’d be put to better use as a muse. A
moist paperweight. Whenever Kate was stumped on how the next segment of story
should go, she could look at that blissful face. Imagine what she was thinking
this time yesterday. Really imagine,
imagine things from Antonia’s perspective. And the words would flow like honey
and wine.
She was practically drafting the first page in her head. ‘Antonia’s car–’... no, that wouldn’t work.
Can’t use that name. Too suspicious… Could change the gender? Nah, I couldn’t
work like that. It needs to be a
girl. Maybe… Portia… Miranda… Delilah? Delilah, maybe… ‘Delilah’s car pulled up
in front of the storybook mansion…’ Would she be driving her own car? Oh, she said she wasn’t, right? Maybe an Uber,
then…?
Kate slipped inside her writing study with an unexpected
reverence. She was used to coming here as an escape, a place where she could
sit, lounge, read, and venture into worlds of imagination when reality was
overwhelming.
But this would be different. The text she planned here would
have a holy significance. And even if her fans and readers wouldn’t truly know
why, they’d know. Something was different this time. Kate would make them know. It was her duty.
Responsibility. Someone died for this story to be written. The least she could
do was make sure the story was good.
Kate dumped Antonia’s torso beside her monitor and slid into
her rolling chair, still plotting. Uber…
that should work.
Maybe… might even
begin the story with dialogue. Antonia smirked. That would be fun…