Andrea hummed to herself as she shut the bathroom door and locked it. Her friend Triston was coming over, and they were going to go Who-Knows-Where. The mall maybe, catch a show. He was one of her best friends, and honestly, the only Anthro person she knew as more than just an acquaintance. If she were being completely honest with herself, that's probably the reason she ever talked to him to begin with. Not that she came to regret that decision, but her inner circle was mostly a gang of human girls, most of Asian descent like herself. That made Triston relatable. Her parents were from Korea, but she was born in America, thus American. But everyone asked her to read japanese or chinese or teach them to use chopsticks. People could be insensitive to those that were different, and Anthros weren't an exception to the rule.

She flashed a smile at herself in the mirror, a habit of hers. She wasn't vapid enough to believe herself the most beautiful person in the world, but she did work hard to be pretty. Going on runs, showering and brushing her teeth daily, eating right. Squinting her eyes, she zoned in on a stray eyebrow hair. She shook her head, then quickly opened the medicine cabinet to grab a pair of tweezers.

Meanwhile downstairs, a Husky Anthro named Triston had just arrived and was standing at the frontdoor, laptop in tow.

-

Triston would hum the theme of pokemon as he walks down the sidewalk heading to your house, laptop in hand and flowers in another  he had met andrea a long while ago, and had slowly bonded to her over time, until that bond turned into a crush, he had bought flowers to give to her on the way down to her house, and had groomed his fur to be extra fluffed up and no dirt at all. he wanted this to be perfect, he didnt want anything to go wrong when he asked.
he slowly approached to her door shaking in place holding the flowers and a love letter, then reaches to hit the door bell, as it chimes he starts to pale up extremely nervous of what she was going to say.

-

Triston would wait nervously for the span of two minutes before hearing the sound of footsteps rushing to the door. There was a pause, probably Andrea checking the peephole to confirm who it was, then the jingle of the door being unlocked. As soon as it opened, he would realize that it was -not- Andrea at the door. Instead it was someone who looked very much like her, but perhaps four inches shorter. Andrea herself was petite and shorter than Triston, and while this girl was even shorter than that, she was just a tiny bit bigger around the bosom and hips. Kristen, Andrea's sister.

The sixteen year old girl rolled her eyes, then shouted as loud as she could, "Andrea your boyfriend is here!" Cringe-worthy humor, the brat only said it to embaress the guy. She looked him up and down, then smirked, "Hey Triston. Bring me anything? My sister's in the shower."

In pink pajamas and white socks, Kristen would head back through the living room, turning to make sure Triston was coming inside and closing the door behind him.(edited)

-

Triston would jitter as the door finally opens, then looks down to see Kristen, her sister, he absolutely despised her. she always had acted up or like a brat whenever he was wither her. "Oh.... its you..." Triston lets out a groan, and walks in "no... nothing for you..." He says as he hides the flowers and card in his laptop bag, then puts the easy lock of 2435 on it, the sister wouldn't know this lock but Andrea would, as he had told her a while back.

He comes in and sets his stuff down on the table "Oh, ill just wait i guess... and dont you try anything" he says with a blush after she yelled out to Andrea.
Triston had never trusted the girl so when sitting he sat on the opposite side of the room. he was wearing what looked like jeans from affar but where comfy pants, and his usual black and blue jacket.

-

Upstairs Andrea had already stripped down and turned on the shower. She pulled out her iphone, opening up Pandora, and waited for her spherical wireless speaker to connect via bluetooth. She smiled as she heard the familiar do-do-do-DO of the speaker turning on, followed by a Selena Gomez song starting up. Feintly she picked up on her sister's voice announcing Triston's arrival, but she shrugged it off. He could wait, it wouldn't be the first time nor the last.

She turned the volume all the way up, knowing her parents were gone for the next month of summer, and so there was no one to yell at her for being too loud. Tossing her phone on a shelf, she reached out into the shower the test the water. It was hot, but not quite scalding, steam rising from the bottom of the tub already. Perfect.

Grinning, she stepped back in front of the mirror again, checking herself out. Selfconciously she would lift her own breasts, imagining them a cup bigger, perkier, then she would make goofy puckering duckfaces. Blah. Everyone hates how they look to some degree or another. She shrugged with a small frown, then took a few steps before entering the shower and closing the curtain behind her.

Downstairs Triston would hear the music playing and realize he had at least twenty minutes before she would be coming back. As he sat on a very comfortable and somewhat expensive looking couch, Kristen turned on the tv from the recliner. She was sitting with her legs crossed, browsing through Netflix.

"I wish they hadn't taken Teen Wolf off." She looks at Triston, then grins, "But I guess you don't like shows like that, huh? Being a teen dog and all." From his experience, Kristen wasn't racist against Anthros, she was simply trying to get under his skin.

Kristen hopped up, then headed off to the kitchen, not bothering to offer to get Triston anything.

-

Triston sit on the couch, as he has had many times before and let out a small sigh as he hears the music turn on. "oh boy.... this will be a while"  he  looks at kristen as she browse through netflix wondering what she would watch.

He slowly pulls out a 3ds and puts in headphones, starting to hum and play his games on it avoiding eye contact with kristen then groans even more as she makes her insult "You... are just... ugh...." he sighs and goes back to watching the 3ds and playing his game, turning the music up as loud as he can to drown out the noise of the annoying little brat.

-

There was no magical flash, no crackling noise, no thunderstorm or black smoke wrapping itself around Triston. One minute he's on the couch playing his 3ds, and in the blink of an eye, he's lying down on his back in an alien landscape.  Everything is dark, and for a moment there is the suspicion that perhaps he's gone blind. Overheard and stray beams of light, eliminating that fear, but not explaining how he suddenly arrived in this foreign cave that expanded forever in any direction. He would eventually hear a distant booming of something huge crashing down, as if mountains were crumbling.

Kristen had taken all of two minutes to carouse the kitchen before returning to the living room with her icecream sandwich. She pressed play The Office, something her sister loved to watch and she had just started getting into, when she noticed the clothes on the couch.

Weird.

She raised her voice, "Hey Triston?"

She waited a minute, and after no reply, she sighed dramatically, paused her show and stepped towards the couch. "Triston?" She had turned her head towards the stairs, thinking he had fled to Andrea's room, then turned back towards the clothing.

She lifted the jacket up, revealing pants and everything. She shook the jacket out a bit, raising it up, then turned towards the stairs again. No sign of him. She brought the jacket closer, then sniffed it. It smelled like him. A hidden smirk painted across her face, she quickly balled up the rest of the clothing and dumped it on the floor.

"You can't just leave your clothes lying around, this isn't your house, and I'm not your maid."

She was still yelling at 'Triston' who she believed to be upstairs as she moved all his stuff onto the floor. Little did she know that by shaking his jacket, she had actually dislodged the now super tiny husky onto the hardwood floor.

-

i let out a yelp as i am shrunken down to about the size of a tic tac, and look around and can see nothing, going into panic and flailing rather rapidly "WHAT HAPPEND! I CANT SEE! I CANT SEE! KRISTEN HELP!' he yells until he hears the booming sound of her simply walking back, and gulps terrified of whats to come. he feels that the jacket was picked up and lets out another yelp utnil he is flunged out of the jacket, now naked as his clothes didnt shrink with him, he screams as he falls to the hardwood floor expecting this to be when he meets his end, then as he hits the floor making a tiny dink noise. that no one could proably hear. he gets up dumbfounded by the events the finally looks up and see's the now, to him giant kristen and panics backing up.. "W-WHAT DID YOU DO!" he screams with all his might at her compeltly unaware that she cant hear, or see him.

-

Kristen reached down, grabbed Triston's laptop bag and turns to plop down on the couch in very unladylike fashion. Fidgeting, one leg crosses over the other, her socked foot bobbing up and down as she messed with the lock on the bag. She muttered under her breath, oblivious to the fact that the bag's owner could hear everything she said in her booming voice, "Why put a lock on a bag? Stupid.."

Frustrated, she tosses the bag back down onto the couch, stood up and hurried upstairs to Andrea. Opening the door without knocking she would begin, "Hey, what's the big idea with-"

She blinked, having expected him to be in here. Nope, empty. In a matter of minutes she would search all of the house, from her room to her parents' room and then head back into the living room. Placing her index finger to her lips, she would quickly open the front door and look around.

"What the hell? Why did he leave all his stuff here?"

She shook her head, then went back to 'her' recliner and pressed play on the remote.

-

he continues to scream at her for as long as she was down here "DOWN HERE" he watches her then as she goes upstairs he tries to find a way to get her attention. he looks around then climbs atop a clean clothes of laundry, atop a white bra. hopping that his distinct black and blue fur would blend out and she would notice. he starts to flail his arms "HELP! HELP ME PLEASE!" he jumps up and down.

he then slowly sits after a good 15 minutes of this and starts to cry, confused, and scared "w-what happend! SOMEONE HELP ME! I DONT WANT TO NEVER BE SEEN AGAIN!' he yells in anger and sadness. he contemplates on his life choices for the moments that he is there, regreting he never told andrea how he had felt, for all he knows, he thinks hes going to die at this size with no one ever finding, or helping him..

-

It was perhaps half an hour before Andrea finally came downstairs, dressed in tight jeans, converse, and a plain white tee hidden underneath a giant fluffy red hoodie that threatened to swallow her up.  She looked around, confused for a minute, "Trist get tired of waiting?"

Kristen just nodded her head, eye glued to the tv screen.

Andrea huffed just a little bit, knowing her sister to be the most annoying person on the face of the earth. "When?"

She picked up her cellphone to check for messages but there weren't any. She contemplated texting him, asking why he blew her off, but she didn't want to ever come close to being a needy friend. His loss, whatever. Instead she texted her friend Margot, a ginger girl she'd been friends with since last summer. :: Doing anything today? ::

Making her way across the living room, she almost tripped over a pile of clean laundry on the floor. Making an annoyed grunting sound, she scoffs at her sister, "Hey, this isn't where laundry goes."

Kristen stuck her tongue out, then attempted to throw her ice cream sandwich wrapper at her sister, the snack itself having been gone for fifteen minutes now. Instead, the wrapper slowly drifted towards Andrea and as fate would have it, cover up the tiny Triston, sticky-side down.

His world would soon become blanketed by sticky vanilla ice cream remnants and chocolate crumbs ranging from basketball sized to bigger than he himself.

-

Triston would notice Andrea and start flailing from her as she approached the pile of laundry, he'd yell and scream to no avail then see her massive foot about to hit the pile and backs away in a panic, barely missing meeting his end to the person he loves foot. He gets up slowly, dazed from the rumble then looks up at the giant wrapper coming towards him and runs, he cannot outrun it and is covered by it hidden to everyone, as he was smothered in the massive sea of vanilla ice cream.
He would look around underneath the massive wrapper slowly walking around then eventually tripping over a massive crumb, tho this itself didn't hurt, he slowly starts to cry, slowly breaking down from the whole situation, whilst his laptop lies on the couch by Andrea.

-

*Kristen rolled her eyes as the wrapped missed her sister entirely, the got up. "Fiiine." She paused her show, leaned forward and grabbed the pile of clothes from off the floor and headed upstairs.

Andrea took the opportunity to snatch up the remote and sit down on the couch, immediately changing the channel. As she mused between watching Supernatural reruns or starting a new show, the nearby laptop bag caught her eye.

Why would he leave that there?

Chewing on her lower lip, Andrea grabbed the bag, unlocked it and opened it up. She saw the flowers and the card sitting on top. Her gut wrenched and she had a new understanding for why Triston had probably left. She took the flowers out, laid them on the coffee table, then read the card. A few times, actually. It wasn't Hallmark, it was an authentic love letter. It was in that moment that she realized..

.. That she could never reciprocate those feelings. She just didn't like him like that. It would be heartbreaking for him, and she wondered how to best let him down. Would he be angry, upset? Would he ever want to talk to her again? She sighed, then took the flowers, card and bag upstairs to her room, where she turned around and locked the door.

Kristen, on the other hand, had just laid the laundry down on the edge of her bed, knowing the Andrea would be hogging the living room tv all day if she wasn't going outside with Triston any more. The little wrapper fluttered, catching her attention, and she grabbed it in her right hand, turned it around, and licked the remaining sweets off of it. Grinning childishly, she crumbled it up and tossed it in her mostly empty trash bin. That's when she saw it.

In the middle of her bra was a black dot. Crumbs from her sandwich. Being alone and not caring if it was gross, she simply lifted her bra to her mouth, then licked the ice cream up. She could barely feel it in her mouth, but it was there. A tiny little crumb, balled up and basically flavorless. She eyed the new 'clean' bra, and made sure it was empty save for the temporary wet spot.

Sighing, she laid down on her bed, and looked for her wii mote, settling to watch her show on her much smaller tv. Stupid Triston ruining everything. He did smell good though. She would never admit it, but she always had had a thing for him.

It's why she teased him so much. Well, partly because he was a dumb boy, but also because she liked dumb boys.

Subconsciously she twirled the little speck in her mouth a bit, covering it in spit and sloshing it from cheek to cheek. After a moment she wrinkled her nose, pressing it and her tongue against the roof of her mouth. A crumb would have dissolved by now, crumbled into tinier bits and been gone. What was this?

A seed maybe? It felt.. weird. She couldn't quite grasp the texture, and as she turned her show on, she would move it about her mouth in active curiosity.*

-

He would panic as he feels the laundry rise, and is knocked over by it, lying on the bra continuing to break down. His tail not moving from fear alone. He then let's out a oof as the laundry drops down then looks at Kristen trying yo get her attention as she was distracted, then sees her pick up the bra yelling in rejoice as you pick it up thinking you had notice him, then he see's it...

He tries backing away from her ever approaching tounge crying and screaming for help "n-no! Not like this!" He cries as he is licked up on too your tounge and tries kicking and flailing as he is subdued by your saliva unable to move any more, crying as she plays with him "please.... No..."

-

*It was torture for little Triston. Kristen's mouth aboslutley reeked of aged vanilla, chocolate and whatever else smells were lurking from the back of her throat. The heat would reach oven temparatures, there would be little air, he would feel like he was almost drowning in bubbly spit, and worse her tongue was a bully. This massive house sized spongey object attacking him, bouncing him from left to right, smooshing his face into her pallette or pressing him against the roof of her mouth. It was hell.

Perhaps a tiny bit of him enjoyed it. He did have his kinks, his own personal desires, and as much as he might dislike Kristen, it's hard to remain bashful around a girl who is sucking on your entire body.

His downstairs felt like it had a mind of it's own, and he didn't care if this was some giant lizard monster or Kristen the bratty teenager. It was in heaven. Sometimes it felt like it was going to be ripped off, and despite the pain, that only made things hotter. It was soaking wet, hot to the touch and being squeezed over and over alongside the rest of Triston's body.

Perhaps he even had a release, perhaps not. She'd never be able to tell either way.

It was a dual experience of pleasure and pain.

Instead, she was simply watching her show. Jim pranked Dwight, Michael said something inappropriate and there was a heartwarming scenario before it was over. She smiled, pressed the 'next' button, then wiggled her toes, wondering if they were about to go numb from having sat on the bed crosslegged for too long.(edited)
Waiting for the loading screen, Kristen's mind returned to the thing in her mouth. She had forgotten all about it for the half hour she was entertained, but now she was curious about the seed thing. It was almost a person, had a person five limbs instead of four. She grinned at the laughable thought. Tiny people living in her walls, falling into her icecream. Kinda serves them right if they got caught stealing food from her, right?

It was a secret fascination she had always had. Smooshing bugs, eating ants and whatnot. She was half tempted to swallow this thing and pretend it was a Borrower or something, only much smaller.

Instead, she spit it into her hand to see what it was exactly.

That's when her eyes enlarged.

Oh.. My.. God...

Andrea, in her own room, had actually cracked open Triston's laptop, checking his facebook and completly invading his personal space. That might annoy him, but he wasn't here and would never know anyways. She was looking for a clue, as if she might uncover something that explained why he had run off, or even his plans for the day.

Finding nothing, she instead hit the History button on his browswer, and immediately raised a brow in surprise. He sure googled 'giantess' a lot. Weird.

Nosey, Andrea would open several of the visited websites into different tabs and stare at the pictures, read the stories, and get all the more confused along the way. What is this?*

-

He would try gripping to her tounge as he is swirled about in the endless torment of her mouth, praying for it to just end. He keeps pushing against it as she keeps going until twenty minutes in he gives up. He lies there accepting it, slowly blushing as his member slowly rises, and tries to hold it back, but he does indeed unload on too her tounge and sits there letting her push him around then finally yelps as he is spat out on too her hand and finally looks up at her, as she goes wide eyed, he's crying and screaming "d-down here!"

-

Kristen begins breathing faster and faster, almost hyperventilating. She shakes her head, squints her eyes and leans in close, now having plucked Triston between her thumb and index finger.

That's not a person.

Nope.

They don't make people this small. It's wishful thinking.

She looks again, taking in all of him. His arms are pinched against the rubbery albeit strong flesh of her fingers, allowing her to eye him without regard of his privacy. She turns him upside down, right side up, holds him above her head, then brings him back to eye level.

"Triston?"

How could this have happened? What does she do now?  Is this? Is this the answer to her prayers? Was he shrunk down just for her, to be her's forever? She smirks, large white teeth glistening.

"Well, gonna say anything?"

She could see his mouth moving but no words came out, at least not any she could hear. "Trist, answer me. Why did you do this? Is this supposed to be a prank?  And why were you in my food! Did you.. want to be eaten?"


Andrea, just down the hall, was still going through Triston's website history. It was a fetish. A mixture of giant girls, human or anthro, shrinking down tiny people. Most of them had boys a little over three inches tall, in cages or being held in a palm, or stuffed in their bosom.

She shook her head, muttering, "Weirdo.." under her breath. She then began googling 'giantess fetish' and learning new terms for various things. Some people wanted to be stepped on, shoved up someone's butt, snorted up a nose like a booger, or even eaten. Don't they know these things would kill them? Super weird, but also fascinating to think that there are people out there like this.

She should mention it to him, see what happens. Just say, "Stepped on a gummybear today. It was awesome," just to see if she could make him squirm nervously.

'Yeah.. I know your secrets now you big goofball.'

-

His breath gets faster as yours does, extremly nervous. He the yelps more as she pinches him up of her palm trying to call for help, she would notice I was crying.

Andrea would however notice through all of his searches, they all were mainly labeled gentle.

"Yea its me! Please please help" he screams then goes  pale as you think he wants to be eaten, realizing she can't hear me he trys to use sign language as he was avid in it.. then as she makes her final remark, she doesn't get any squirms, but him passing out finally from him not being able to take all that he is going through.

-

Kristen would shake him from left to right as he went limp. Come on, wake up you tiny turd. Her nose would wrinkle in frustration, her lips pulling to the right, scrunched up. She sighed, recounting the facts, "So.. you get naked in my house, then shrink yourself down and jump in my icecream. That's vore, right? Yeah, I know all about that."

She shook him again,  then fell back onto her pillow, allowing Trist to drop into the palm of her warm hand. "Maybe. I mean, I could be projecting. Now I'm talking to myself, and for all I know this is just a dream."
If this is a dream, I could just eat him. Right? She shook the thought away. Eat your sister's friends and they can't be your tiny little toys any longer. Besides, he might be a victim of happenstance.

She would sit back up, then nudge the little dog until he came to, waking up in the center of her palm. One huge brown eye would lean in close, "Answer me honestly or I'm throwing you in the garbage. Did you do this on purpose?"

-

As he slowly wake up he looks up at her dazed and scared then finally falling back coming to terms, he covers his ears as her booming voice nearly knocks him over then he signs as well as he can shaking "NO ME SCARED ME" he whimpers hoping she gets the message.
"NO EAT ME PLEASE" he continues to sign terrified.

-

Kristen blinked. What the hell was that? She shook her massive head, "Just nod for yes, shake your head for no. Don't be subtle, you pervert."

Meanwhile, Andrea was deep into Giantess territory, finding videos and interviews with girls like Katelyn Brooks. She had paid no attention to the exact search terms Triston had used, but instead was hit by the full spectrum. It seemed there was a little something in it for everyone.

"Trist, you are one weird weird guy."

-

He gulps and shakes, looking up at her, she could see him shaking tremendously, even from her point of view, it was obvious. He was absolutely terrified, and still crying.

-

Kristen grinned wide, loving the way he looked up at her. Like she was something to fear. The power went to her head for all of ten seconds before she rolled her eyes, "Calm down, Jesus."

She looked around, then slipped off her bed and went downstairs, not stopping until she was in the kitchen.

"So... you didn't do it. Did Andrea do it?"

She eyed up, sitting in her palm still, waiting for a response.

-

He points to his mouth in a panic trying to tell her he can't be heard by her then yells, as loud as his cords allows him "GET ANDREA FOR HELP" he looks at her still shaking then lies down griping to her hand, as much as he hated it, he felt much safer this close to her.

-

Kristen shook her head, "No, I'll put you back in my mouth later, not right now. Pervert. I knew that's what this was about. You know you're like two years younger than me, right? You're robbing the cradle."

She grinned again, absorbing the presumed flattery for a moment before continuing, "Really though, stop doing that. It's yes or now. Nod your head for yes, shake it for no. Did Andrea do this?"

-

He shakes his head rapidly, then he looks up at her still crying then gets on his knees. He begs for her to not hurt him and bring him to Andrea, he looks up at you, his fur drenched, and soging him down, he eventually just lies there.

 

*Kristen tilted her hand, forcing little Triston to roll over the edge of her palm and land on the hard cold kitchen table. "You're kind of a big baby, you know? I'm just asking you questions and you're playing dead and being weird."

The giantess took a few steps towards the pantry, looking around. "Need something to eat?"

"Who are you talking to?"

Kristen pivoted on her heel, eyes wide, not having expected her sister to catch her in the act so soon, "Huh?"

Andrea pushed her bright blue glasses up further along her nose, "Are you talking to yourself?"

Kristen grinned, "Yeah, totally talking to myself. No, I heard you come down. Thought you might want something to eat."

Andrea pulled a chair out, sitting directly in front of Triston. Her arm swoops over his head, dangerously close, as she places both forearms atop the table and leans forward, half stretching out with a light groan.

Kristen, attempting to small-talk her sister into boredom so she'd leave faster, clears her throat, "Tired?"

Andrea nods her head, her chin now resting on the table. "Yeah.. bored mostly."  Oblivious to the speck 'rushing' towards her, she rises in her seat, moving one hand down to her lap, the other scratching at the back of her neck. She raises an eyebrow towards her sister, "I'm not hungry. Why are you being nice anyways? Want me to cook you something?"

Kristen turns, immediately spotting tiny Triston still on the table, trying to get Andrea's attention. A pang of jealousy sweeps over her, and she immediately walks towards Andrea, "Would you please?"

Andrea turns, looking at her sister, "No, just order a pizza. I have money."

Kristen grins, "By the way, your butt's not wet is it?"

Andrea blinked. "What?"

"I spilled some milk in that chair earlier."

Andrea jumped up and starts feeling around her butt for a wet spot, "Why didn't you say anything before I sat down, jerk!"

Kristen shrugged, then looked down at her sister's pants, "Oh, nope, you're good. Sorry."

Andrea narrowed her eyes, suspicious of her sister's antics but too preoccupied to delve too deep. "Whatever. Um, if Triston stops by again, lemme know, okay?"

At that point, Andrea's phone vibrated. :: stopping by tonite, busy now ::*

-

He oofs as he hits the hard cold marble then nod up at her still shaking, then he looks at Andrea coming towards him and jumping for joy as she approached the spot he was on and runs for her her hand and tries to jump for it missing as she pulls away, as he hears what Kristen says he growls and yells, then tries to get Andreas attention by running in circles frantically, jumping up and down, anything to get her attention. "ANDREA DOWN HERE PLEASE" he tries to sign to her, as if she could see him, as well. This was because he had taught her as much as he could of it.

-

Kristen placed her hand on the kitchen table, her fingers coming dangerously close to smooshing Triston flat. Without looking, she began to drums her fingers out, feeling for him. It would almost be like skyscrapers crashing into the floor, loud, destructive and looking for him. Big fleshy fingers  dwarfing his quarter inch size.

"What did you want on your half?"

Andrea was too busy texting on her phone, delaying her response, "Huh?"

"Pizza. What do you want on your half."

Andrea froze, then laughed with a silly chuckle, "Wow." She turned her head to Kristen, "Oh, no thanks."

"What's so funny?"

"Just sharing something I found out today."

Kristen finally felt the little fuzzball against her palm. Greedily she balled up her fist, raking him into a very warm fleshy prison. "What something?"

Andrea gave Kristen a pat on the shoulder, "Don't worry about it."

Before Kristen could say another word, Andrea had left the kitchen, staring at her phone, and went back upstairs to her room. Kristen unfurled her fingers, then leaned down, her hot icecream breath sweeping over Triston and threatening to dislodge him, "What the hell was that about? You know she hates bugs, right? If she saw you, you'd be dead."

-

He eeps as he is brought up into Kristen's hand, stumbling from the shakes before hand, pushing around the warm fleshy prison. He gasps a bit for air whimpering then looks up at the meneving  giantess...

He then tries smudging writing down slowly spelling out, help.

-

Kristen shook her head, having no clue what this idiot was doing. Trying to perve on her sister probably.

The thought made her tick. She narrowed her eyes, then balled up her fist again and ran upstairs to her room. As soon as she stepped in, she closed the door, locked it, then looked at her clothes hamper. Using only her freehand she grabbed an old shirt she slept in a few nights ago, then threw it on the floor in front of her door. Using her right foot, she nudge it into the bottom crevice until the door was sealed.

As she unfurled her fingers again to look at Triston, she explained what he obviously hadn't even seen, "Soundproofing."

Satisfied, she threw herself onto her bed, knocking off half the stack of clean clothes she had brought up earlier in the process.  A mean curious streak hit her, and with only a smirk she raised her hand six inches above her bed, then simply titled her hand sideways and shook the little bug off and onto her mattress down below.

For Triston that would be a sixty foot drop or so.

 

He sits in the balled up fist as she runs, trying to stay in there and not fall out. He whimpers from all the constant shaking then yells as h drops down from her hand. He goes for a while to him, but only seconds to you, then lets out a doof as she lands on the matress looking around wondering what she is going to do with him, hoping she doesn't kill him..

He looks at the makeshift soundproofing and gulps, this makes him scared, and curious at the same time, as no one could hear him anyways.

-

*Kristen pokes at Triston with her pinky finger, thinking it somehow less harmful, subconsciously. To Trist it would be a giant fleshy wall colliding into him, smooshing him into her white bedspread. Inspecting him, he seemed to be okay. He was still a big crybaby, pouting because his plans to shrink himself and spy on them had backfired. Licking the corner of her lips, she carefully rolled him onto his stomach, then lifted him by his tail, 'bouncing' him a few times in the air.

"Shouldn't that fall have killed you? I didn't think it would, see as you survived my mouth, but.."

As the thought crosses her mind, she licked her lips again. She was never one to obsess over things, but she did have a recurring fantasy every few weeks or so about finding tiny people. Of course, these were things created for her amusement, not someone she knew. She had never thought about actually shrinking someone down, it was more of a colony of bug people that she could squish without remorse. An actual person though? She shook the thought.

"Do you think you're still a person?"(edited)

She waited for him to nod or shake his head, then shook him about, her fingers still pinched onto his tiny tail, "I dunno.. they don't make people this small. But maybe we should let Andrea deal with you. I mean, you obviously want her to find you. That's what the kitchen was about, right?"

His tail didn't snap off. It shouldn't be that strong, should it? Were it a giant robot grabbing him by the tail like this, surely it would have snapped off and bled. Nope, no blood. No bruising, no broken limbs. Still thinking she may be dreaming, she raised him above her head, then simply let him drop.

He fell quickly, landing splayed out atop her nose. She had to look cross eyed to see him, which of course made her grin.

"Look. I think this could work out. I mean.. " She really didn't want to confess her fantasies, they weren't friends, and besides that would only scare him more.

"I could take care of you, you know? If I took you to the hospital, you'd just be cut to pieces by scientists and doctors, right? But here you can roam the house with me, get all the food you want, watch all the netflix you wanted.. Well, I'd pick the channel but... Here."

None-too-carefully she flicked him off her nose, sending him flying to her bedspread once again as she readjusted to sit with her legs crossed.

"Does that sound good? Nod for yes, do you want to stay with me? Shake your head no and I'll take you to my stupid sister."*

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He looks up at her as she pokes him, letting her pin him down, it was strangely.. nice, at least to him. He then turns around surprised as his tail is grabbed, then a quick eep as he is bounced around, it not hurting to him, at all.

As she asks he simply shrugs, confused himself.

He would nod gently as he dangles from his tail then gets dizzy from all the shaking and bouncing about.

He then yelps as he lands on the bridge of your nose and weakly waves at her, looking at her big brown eyes.

He starts to blushes as she goes on about keeping him, he would love that.. secretly. But as she asks who he wants to go too he actually sits there unsure now.

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Kristen leaned forward, lowering her chin to the mattress, staring at him like the fascinating new toy that he wass. Patience having never been one of her stronger qualities, she pursed her lips, tok in a deep breath, then blew out at him in a huff of air.

Trist would fly backwards, his butt skipping the white cover like a stone across a pond's surface. This act itself made Kristen laugh to no end.

As far as Trist had 'bounced' on his level, it was still nothing to her. Kristen's arm reached forward, plucked him up, squishing him between two very warm rubbery fingers, then uncrossed her legs. Smirking, she formed a little circle with her legs, her feet touching together, then dropped Triston i the center.

"Come on, that wasn't an answer. Yes or no, are you staying with me? Be my little secret?"

The giantess continued staring at him from thousands of feet above. Her black hair fell around her, almost blocking out the light of her ceiling fan. He could see every little detail of her pink pajamas.  Little balls of fuzz, loose threads, from her shirt all the way down her pants. Wrinkles that would create great crevices on his scale, all the way down to two white short socks, grey and matted on the bottom of her soles.

She had been wearing them all morning and all day yesterday, so from his proximity they wouldn't smell great. One of the many many downsides of being so tiny. You notice things in a larger booming scale, including scents.

Swirling her right index finger around him in a circle, akin to a shark, she would give him a hopeful look, "Come on, you know you wanna say yes."

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He would look up at her as she leans above him, absolutely towering above him, he shakes a bit again and starts to think until his chain of thought is broken by him flying backwards by her rather hot breath.

He sighs then starts to get up before he is interrupted by the massive, building sized fingers grip down on him, he looks as he is carried, then eeps as I'm dropped between her big legs, looking around at her massive legs.

I look up at her as she asks, a bit distracted by her pajamas and the "reek" of the air, he sorta liked.

He finally looks up, shaking as he does so. And sighs, hoping she doesn't hurt him. And shakes no. As much as he wanted to say yes, he wanted to let Andrea know he was fine.

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*Kristen's eyes immediately narrowed, her brow furrowing. She hated sharing. "No, huh?"

Her right leg would fly over his head as she stood up off the bed to the side, pacing the room a little, knowing he'd hear her no matter where she was in here. She paced for a solid two minutes, eyes flickering to her tv screen at the paused netflix, then back to the bedspread.

"This could have been awesome. But you just had to be an asshole, huh? I bet you'd love to be with my sister. That's probably why you did this to yourself. Doesn't matter that you have the perfect girl right in front of you. Idiot."

She almost said it. I like it too. But refrained. It wasn't any of his business, he wasn't  a friend of hers. Hell, even her friends didn't know. This tiny idiot had the same thing she did. Or did he? It was her assumption that he did, but that didn't make it true. Who cares anyways?

"Well you can fuck off."

A million scenarios raced through her head at that moment. She could do whatever she wanted to him, and there was nothing he could do about it. Maybe she should throw him out her window? Or crush him like a used cigarette. Or swallow him whole.

She licked her lips, her breathing slowing as she recalled the tiny tickle in her throat the ants would leave behind from when she was very young. She hadn't swallowed an ant in years, and here was the perfect candidate. An asshole with no consideration to her feelings. Someone who clearly wanted her sister, and nothing to do with her, despite her offer to take care of him.

Frustrated, she unlocked her door, opened it in a jerking fashion as her shirt prevented it from being flung open, then she reached out towards the bed and plucked him up.

Her grip was harder than it had been before, and had he not been so incredibly durable, he likely would have popped like a pimple.

Kristen stormed down the hallway, then opened the door, shouting, "Andrea, oh my God!"

Andrea, who was at her desk drawing little cartoony pictures, turned her head worried, "What's wrong?"

Kristen held Triston out at arms reach, "Your stupid boyfriend. My boobs were itching and there he was, smiling up at me, playing around in them. Get rid of him before I do!" Furious, for reasons contrary to the fib she had told her sister, Kristen flicked the bug at her sister, which of course landed at the top of her tee-shirt.*

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He looks up awkwardly as she does so, gulping, terrified.

He then would duck as her giant leg goes flying over his head and slowly looks up at her with no way to escape, he just hopes that she doesn't hurt him.. he slowly backs away until he is gripped up and whimpers as her extremely tight grip clamps him down the screams as he is thrown at Andrea and pants, now scared about her fib..

If Andrea would pay attention she would notice he is in absolute daze and is shaking violently, as if he stared death in the eyes, which he thought he did.

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*Andrea was trying to make heads or tails about whatever had upset her sister, until her tiny 'boyfriend' was flung at her. That brat. She screamed, jumping up and down as she felt the bug hit near the bottom of her throat and slide down her shirt. Her stupid bratty sister -knew- she hated bugs, and she had thrown one at her!

Bouncing up and down, she could feel it tumbling from between her breasts, down her stomach and eventually exiting out onto her carpeted floor.

Still loud and trying to shake the 'icky' feeling off, Andrea eyed the little shit with a look of absolute disgust. "KRISTEN!"

She weighed the options in her head. Find a shoe and let it get away to hide in her room and lay eggs, or get rid of it now and risk getting her socks ruined. Fuck it. Pissed as she was, she simply stomped on the bug with her right foot, her nose scrunching, her upper lip snarling as she imagined gross bug guts and shells and wings exploding all over her sock. GROSS!

In fact, she didn't feel the thing at all, maybe it was just an ant, but that was beside the point. Kristen was being a jerk and deserved what was coming. Andrea hopped on one foot, peeling off her sock and it's prisoner, then ran down the hall and into her sister's room, who was lying on the bed, upset.

"This belongs to you!"

Andrea threw the balled up sock, missing her sister completely and watching as it bounced off the bed and onto the similarly carpeted floor. Still pissed, Andrea ran to the bed and jumped on top of her sister, sitting on her, "Why did you do that after I was being so nice to you today? You're such a brat!"

Kristen hadn't expected her sister to barge in her room, nor to sit on her back like she was. Having had the wind knocked out of her, she tried to buck Andrea off, "I didn't do anything, Stupid!"

"You threw at me!"

"What?"

Kristen's eyes began to water as Andrea grabbed a hold of her hair and pulled, hard. "Ow, fuck, quit I give up! I won't do it again!"

Immediately Andrea let go, then, with only one sock on, she marched back to her room, "Better not!" before slamming the door closed.*

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He yells and panics as he is bounced around her breasts then eventually tumbles to the ground already dazed then covering his ears as she screams, leaving a ringing in his ears.... Then he looks up.

He is terrified as he see's her massive foot come down upon him, he tries to run but can't, and is pinned to the bottom of her foot wincing and whining in pain, then finally sighs barely staying awake as he is flung at Kristen.

He is in the balled up sock unable to realize where he is and starts to just whine. Whine like the little pup he is.

 

Kristen groaned as Andrea threw her hissyfit then left without shutting the door. Jerk. Now doubly frustrated at both Andrea and her little bug boyfriend, she slid off the bed, went to her door, and left for downstairs.

After about five minutes she came back with a spoon and a jar of creamy peanut butter. Shutting and locking the door behind her, she headed back to her bed, then stopped as she stepped directly on top of the balled up sock.

Oh.

She had completely forgotten about this. For whatever reason, she hadn't put together the context, and just assumed the bug had ratted her out. Andrea was mad that she had mistreated her precious little Triston. That wasn't the case. Until being sat on, she had been tuning everything Andrea said out, just because she was upset. In recollection, she had mentioned her throwing bugs at her.

Cringing at the thought of guts being everywhere, not the mention the fact that it was her sister's smelly sock, Kristen picked up the article of clothing and unraveled it.

She studied it for perhaps five whole minutes, pinching her nose, before she realized that there was nothing there. No tiny person, no guts. Her sister had just thrown a sock at her for no reason. She probably had Triston swaddled in a blanket and giving him hot tea by now, like some crime scene victim.

Whatever.

Throwing the disgusting sock towards her door, she leap up onto the bed, her butt bouncing three times before settling. She grabbed the folded up fleece blanket at the foot of the bed, then wrapped herself up as she pressed play on her remote.

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In the time she had left he slowly gets up dazed looking around slowly, pondering what to do, then slowly climbs up the bed, seeing as Andrea would just smother him if he ever tried without Kristen's help to get her attention, so he climbs up and runs to the remote, seeing as you would look at it, and get on the play button waiting for her to come back, he then waves at let's out a yelp, as he is smushed against the button. Against her finger.

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*Kristen didn't notice him in the least. That poor poor tiny puppy.

Her thumb came down on the wii mote to hit the large A button, smashing him into it. They're not very complicated, and she's never had a reason to actually stare at it for any amount of time. Triston was in for a world of pain, though it was nothing compared to what would happen next.

She would drop the remote on her stomach, above the blanket, and watch her show. Trist's little form would fall onto the very comfortable blanket, perhaps believing the worst to be over. Wasn't the first time he was mashed today, wouldn't be the last time he'd see stars in this household either. Unfortunately, Kristen began fidgeting, then scratching at her stomach through the blanket. Her nails, short when compared to many girls, came slashing through the blanket like oversized talons. Try and avoid them as he might, eventually her index finger would catch ahold of Trist's tail.

Being ant sized, Triston went unnoticed. She couldn't feel him dangling from her fingernail, not even as an itchy bother. Though, being upset, she seemed to itch everywhere at once. At first it was the underside of her nose, then the back of her ear, then her should. Poor Triston would be smashed against all of it.

The cave of her nostril threatened to dislodge him like a tiny little booger, then he would pass her ear, his shouts still unheard. Everywhere he would be mashed and rubbed and ground into pulp. Or would have be, had he not been so durable. Both a blessing and a curse, all the pain, none of the peace of death.

Kristen began mumbling about her 'stupid sister', fidgeting, squirming in her bed. "Stupid Andrea... Stupid Triston.."

Then it happened.

Her hand went under the blanket and everything went dark. She was itching at her butt, right between her cheeks and as if  the Gods of Tiny Things themselves had put this all in motion, Triston dislodge.

He would find himself wedged into the crack of her panties, then abandoned and forgotten as her cheek lifted and her hand disappeared, sealing him in darkness.*

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He yelps, wincing as he is mashed against the a button on the wiimote and tries to push up at the massive finger as it mashed him against the hard plastic.

As the finger is lifts up he pants for air before being dropped on to the blanket, in which he stops and just lies against it, not having felt something so nice, all day, but to him this seemed like forever. He lies there, quite tired not event noticing the finger nails until the last moment, unable to make even an attempt at running.

He whines as he's dangled then his eyes go wide as he is rubbed into your nose holding on to your finger so he wouldn't dislodge, as  she brings him to her ear he starts to shout as loud as he can, going back to dangling then he blushes with wide eyes as it happens...

He was slowly scratched and dislodged between her two massive cheeks, blushing a bright purple and sighing, enjoying how, soft it was. He relaxed for a moment not even trying to get her attention.

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Kristen continued to fidget, squirming to get comfortable on her bed, which usually isn't a problem. Her show wasn't interesting her anymore, and it couldn't have been later than 11 am. Why was she moping around in bed eating peanut butter?

Oh right. Because of that little Ass. Her brows furrowed as she toyed with the idea of barging into Andrea's room and just taking her little toy back. The only opportunity she would ever have to eat someone, and she wasted it!

She looked at her spoon, talking to herself, "What's that Triston? You're sorry. Well like my favorite song says, It's too late to say sorry now!" She popped the spoon in her mouth,, making a dramatic audible "Mmmm"

Squirming again, she wouldn't be leaving her bed for a very long time, and poor poor Triston would be stuck under her butt for hours.

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Triston would keep on getting mushed around as she fidgeted in bed, he was enjoying every movement of it, until he started to slide downward, he tries to keep a grip on it so he wouldn't slide under her... Private. He sighs unable to hear anything she said.

(( The End. For now. <3 )