Amelia F. Jones was a tall, nineteen-year-old woman with blue eyes and grain-colored hair, a fickle piece of hair, which she had nicknamed Nantucket, sticking up at the front of her head. She had a hero complex, loved horror movies (though they scared her much more than any normal person), believed in aliens, thought magic was a load of crap, ate like a full-grown horse without gaining a pound, and loved burgers, but enough about her, when she has a story to tell.
She unlocked the front door, stepping into the familiar house curiously, letting the door close behind her.
She had received a text from her long-time boyfriend saying, 'Get home quickly! I found something in the attic that I want to try on you!'
Needless to say she ran home as fast as she possibly could (barreling through a crowd of Girl Scouts on her way. It wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't been screaming "I'm gonna get laid!" Over and over again at the top of her lungs, along with some things that would definitely need to be explained to the girls.), praying that it was something kinky, though she doubted it, considering how much of a proper British gentleman her boyfriend was. She loved that about him but he could be rather...ugh. (He had yet to get the hint from the lube she constantly showed him and the YouTube videos.)
Her doubts were confirmed when she looked upon the house, looking into the kitchen where several pots and pans resided in the sink, waiting for her to wash them (She did the cooking because the fire department forbade him from doing it), peeking into his study, where several piles of paper laid on his desk, stacked perfectly, finally coming upon the living room and seeing only a pile of his clothes in a heap in the middle of the floor. She was completely, utterly alone.
She stomped angrily over to the clothing, snatching them up roughly and glaring at them like it was personally their fault she wasn't being stretched (and screaming so loudly that the neighbors thought she was being murdered) right now, "Aren't I supposed to be the messy one?" She huffed, throwing them into the laundry basket with more force than necessary, storming off to the bedroom and slamming the door before she laid down, crossing her arms and closing her eyes, fighting off the inevitable tears that soon trickled down her cheeks with a faint 'Plop! Plop!' sound that only pronounced her anger and sadness. Didn't he know what a rotten prank that was? Sure, she wanted him naked but she'd prefer if he was with her. And besides that, she was the one with a sense of humor!
She was determined to give him a piece of her mind though, what she was unaware of, was that hearing her yell for hours and sleeping on the couch for the rest of his natural born life were probably the least of the unfortunate man's worries.

Bonus points if you can tell where I got the characters from!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Arthur Kirkland was a rather short British man with blonde, messy hair, bushy eyebrows, and green eyes. He was a wretched cook with a love for tea, magic, and scones.
He had been cleaning out he and his girlfriend's attic like she had asked (told) him to do when he found something that made him grin. His old spell book! He flipped through the pages for a while before heading into the living room, sending his girlfriend, Amelia, a text to get back as quickly as possible. He had found a shrinking spell and was planning on using it on his girlfriend. She was the same size as him, always teasing him, and didn't believe he could do magic! Well, he'd show her wrong when she was an inch tall. He grinned and couldn't wait any longer, reciting the spell over and over, practicing it. He set the book down, not noticing that it was glowing a bright purple, and waited for the American beauty, when he realized the floor was getting closer, "No! No! No!" He yelled as his clothes collapsed over him.
He struggled in his circus tent-like sweater vest and trousers for what felt like ages until he began to feel earthquakes shaking the ground and his body. He screamed when booming sounds came closer to him, shaking him to the core. His world was flipped around as the clothes were lifted off his tiny, naked body and he saw his larger-than-life girlfriend, craning his neck up to stare at her. From his position he could see her short jeans, her low-cut tank top, and her painted toenails. She appeared to be looking at him! Maybe...just maybe...he could get her help without her realizing why and how he'd shrunk, "Ami! Ami! Down here!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, jumping up and down and waving his arms before he remembered that he was naked, crouching down and covering himself like a true shrunken gentleman.
"Aren't I supposed to be the messy one?" She said, voice like the loudest, rolling thunder.
Before he could get his bearings back she began to walk forward, her foot plowed into Arthur, forcing him to cling to the flesh as he closed his eyes, feeling the foot carry his giantess girlfriend to their shared bedroom. The ride soon came to a stop and he tentatively looked around, finding himself on the bed, his girlfriend laying in front of him like a living landscape. He swallowed before beginning his slow, dangerous trek to her ear, wanting to just curl up with a nice cup of Earl Grey tea (which he could probably use as a swimming pool) with Amelia in his lap (and instead he was in hers...technically.) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- God, it's hard to make each chapter five hundred words long. It would be a much better story (hopefully) if I could make it shorter and not as...meh. So, in later chapters there will probably yaoi and stuff. If you know where the characters are from then let me know. I'll post the title in the next chapter so you can look up pictures and stuff of them.