A Bit of Change by 3l33thax0r
Summary:

So, I was an idiot and hit "delete story" instead of "delete chapter" a few days ago, oops... Reposting the chapters now, please be patient.

Chapter 18 is new though! :D


Categories: Giantess, BBW, Butt, Couples, Crush, Entrapment, Feet, Gentle, Humiliation, Insertion, Mouth Play, Odor, Unaware, Vore Characters: None
Growth: None
Shrink: Doll (12 in. to 6 in.), Lilliputian (6 in. to 3 in.), Minikin (3 in. to 1 in.)
Size Roles: F/f, F/m, FF/f, FM/f
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 18 Completed: No Word count: 57638 Read: 107183 Published: August 13 2018 Updated: August 13 2018

1. Dance the Night Away by 3l33thax0r

2. The Desk Job (Part I) by 3l33thax0r

3. Ex's and O's by 3l33thax0r

4. The Desk Job (Part II) by 3l33thax0r

5. The Little Shop by 3l33thax0r

6. Stand Up Snack by 3l33thax0r

7. Hotel Amenities by 3l33thax0r

8. School's Out by 3l33thax0r

9. Happiest Place by 3l33thax0r

10. The Desk Job (Part III) by 3l33thax0r

11. Game Over by 3l33thax0r

12. A Lovers Experiment by 3l33thax0r

13. The Little Gift by 3l33thax0r

14. Gym Day by 3l33thax0r

15. Southern Hike by 3l33thax0r

16. Perks of the Plane by 3l33thax0r

17. Shairng is Caring by 3l33thax0r

18. Baker's Delight by 3l33thax0r

Dance the Night Away by 3l33thax0r
Author's Notes:

Reposting...

"You think they'll even let me in the door?" Stephanie inquired. "I thought clubs didn't let people like me in, like they're afraid we'll get hurt or something."
Gina waved off the question with a flutter of her hand. "Don't worry, babe, I can bring just about anyone I want there, all the staff know me."

"Okay..." Stephanie's voice trailed off as she resumed putting on her makeup.
At just over two feet tall, her concern was hardly unfounded. Since the shrinking epidemic swept across the globe, millions of people were left to cope with their sudden new height. Some only lost a few feet, others were stranded at no more than an inch tall.  Doctors and scientists grappled with finding a cause, and therefore a vaccine or cure, leaving people such as Stephanie stranded at their new height.

Still, she handled it better than most. Many people were laid off when they shrunk, with companies too fearful of the possible legal issues in employing tiny workers. Thankfully, her employer was more than fair with accommodating her change in stature, allowing her a few days to adjust to her new reality while they constructed miniaturized cubicles for her and other affected employees.
And through it all, her friend Gina stood by her side. Well, towered over Stephanie was more like it. Gina stood at an impressive six feet tall, completely dwarfing her shorter companion. Through the first few harrowing days of Stephanie's new height, Gina helped her reorganize everything, from the kitchen to the bathroom, making Stephanie's normal life somewhat normal. 
Gina walked behind Stephanie, who had climbed onto the dresser to use the facial mirror. Smiling mischievously, Gina poked her finger at the smaller woman's ribs.

"C'mon, shorty, you're hogging the mirror!" She teased, earning a glance of mild annoyance from Stephanie. 

"You have the full length, why do I have to share?" Stephanie stood up from her kneeling stance in front of the mirror, spreading her arms to block Gina's view. Gina smirked, and stepped away, allowing Stephanie to maintain sole ownership of the small mirror.

After several minutes, the girls were finished. Gina's curved figure was hemmed in with a dark blue dress, contrasting her fair complexion. Her jet black hair was tightly curled, bouncing off her bare shoulders as she walked down the stairs.
"Hurry up, or I'm gonna leave you home!" Gina hollered up the stairway.
A patter of small feet grew closer, followed by an "I'm coming!" as Stephanie rushed down the stairs. Her head barely came up to the railing as she hopped down each step, the gaps too large for her to manage otherwise.

Gina shook her head and laughed. "You look like a bunny rabbit when you do that!"

"Haha, asshole." Stephanie stuck her tongue out at Gina as the two climbed into the car. It was partly true though, Stephanie's ivory dress and small frame did make her hopping around look like a rabbit. Her blonde hair was bunched up in a ponytail, which she pushed aside as she strapped herself into a booster seat.
"Ugh, I wish they made these to not look so childish."

Gina fired up the engine, clicking her seatbelt into place to silence the warning bell. "Relax, Steph, I'm sure they'll start making more stylish things soon enough."

"They'd better," Stephanie muttered, as she pulled out her cell phone. At her size, it looked more like a tablet in her petite hands. Gina glanced over, and suppressed a giggle as she pulled out of the driveway.

********

The line into the club wrapped around the corner of the building. As the pair walked past the waiting people, Stephanie couldn't help but notice the many glances from those in line. Some looked surprised, others almost resentful. She brushed it off as them skipping the line, not as them judging her current height.
Gina smiled as she approached the bouncer, who extended his arms and embraced her. Stephanie noticed Gina slip the man a small folded paper, then watched in awe as the man smiled, and stepped aside for her. Gina's fingers lifted the edge of her dress, and she curtsied in appreciation. As soon as she stepped past, the bouncer stepped back in front of the door, stopping Stephanie dead in her tracks.

Stephanie watched as Gina stepped inside. Did she not see her friend hadn't made it past the bouncer?

"Gina!" Stephanie called out, her voice drowned out by the music pouring from the building. Thinking quickly, she stepped towards the bouncer, who didn't seem to acknowledge her existence.

"Excuse me, sir?" Stephanie gingerly tugged on the bouncer's pant leg. 
Stephanie gazed up at the man, his arms folded across his chest. His waist was slightly higher than her face, and his already sour expression darkened as he looked down the tip of his broad nose at her. Stephanie released her grip on his pant leg, and gingerly stepped back. The bouncer grunted, his glaring eyes not leaving Stephanie.

"Hey, buddy!" A manicured hand rested on the bouncer's shoulder, breaking his gaze at the smaller woman. "She's with me, let her in."

The man's chiseled expression melted, his entire demeanor changed in an instant. With a quick apology to Gina, his left leg shifted back as he moved aside. With a sweeping motion, he reached for the door, holding it open as Gina stepped forward. Stephanie quickly collected herself, and hustled after Gina.

As she passed the threshold into the club, Stephanie felt the loudness of the music throughout her body. The deep thumping of the bass sent small shockwaves through her torso as she glanced around wildly. She had already lost sight of Gina in the flurry of colored lights and dancing bodies, the room alive with motion. As she looked around for her friend, Stephanie made a mental note that she was the only halfling in sight. 

"Oof!" Stephanie was jostled sideways as a stray hip bumped against her temple. The woman attached to it glanced down, but otherwise ignored the slight intrusion against the smaller girl. Stephanie navigated through the ocean of dancing people, enduring several more accidental bumps and nudges as she searched for Gina.

Finally, she reached the edge of the dance floor, and spotted Gina sitting at the bar. Stephanie hustled over, and clambered up onto the barstool. Standing atop the cushioned seat, she could reach the bar top with relative ease.

"Wanna drink, kiddo?" Gina elbowed Stephanie, who nodded in agreement. Her small arms waved above her head, trying to signal the bartender.
Gina chuckled, then raised her hand as well. The man behind the bar nodded in her direction, and hustled over. His spiked hair and suit vest caught Gina's eye, and bit her lip as her mind began to daydream about the man's body.

"What can I get you ladies?" He asked, smiling broadly.

"I'll take a martini, extra dry please," Gina responded, leaning forward slightly to display her cleavage. The bartender scribbled on a notepad, glancing up to enjoy the view. He shifted down the bar, and nodded to Stephanie.

"And for the little miss?" His left eyebrow cocked upwards slightly, giving him a comical expression.

Stephanie smiled. "A cosmo, please."

The man scratched at his notepad, then looked up at Stephanie.

"Sippy cup?" He asked with a wink, before twirling on his heels, and walking back down the bar.

Stephanie threw her middle finger in the air at his back, then turn her sights on Gina, who was howling at the bartender's comment. She caught a glimpse of her friend's extended finger, and held her breath to stifle her laughter. Stephanie smirked as she watched Gina's cheeks puff out, before they both broke out in a fit of giggles. 

As they caught their breath, the bartender slid their drinks down the granite countertop. Gina smiled, and handed the man a pair of bills, before picking up her glass. Stephanie leaned forward, her small hands grasping the thin glass stem of her drink.

The two sat and sipped on their drinks, laughing and shouting back and forth at each other over the blasting music. Gina had amassed a small cluster of glasses in front of her, and Stephanie was sipping on her second Cosmo when the lights dimmed. A chorus of cheers erupted from the dance floor as the music shifted tracks.

Gina stood up, tossing her head back and downing the last gulps of her martini. She set the glass down, then motioned for Stephanie to join her on the floor.

"Oh no, Gina!" Stephanie wagged her finger at Gina. Two drinks went a lot further on her now that she was smaller, and her vision was already beginning to get a little blurry. She watched as Gina shrugged, then waded out into the crowd, raising her hands into the air. Soon, Stephanie lost track of her in the myriad of gyrating hips and swaying limbs.

"Ah, fuck it," she muttered, then tilted her head back slurped the last of her cocktail down. The sweet liquid tingled as it ran along her throat, and she sighed contentedly as she set the empty glass down on the counter. Shaking her head back and forth to regain her senses, Stephanie hopped down from the barstool, landing clumsily on her feet. She staggered forward as she slowly gained her balance, and began to look for Gina once more.

The wall of people on the dance floor was thick, and Stephanie could hardly see anything in the darkened room. She knew calling out Gina's name was useless given the utter strength of the music blasting around her. She prepared herself to mingle with the crowd, but was interrupted by a sharp yank on her hair. 

Stephanie yelped in pain as something tugged on her ponytail. She spun around to see a woman holding her hair in her fist. Although not quite tall as Gina, the woman was much more curvaceous, her thick legs each almost as wide as Stephanie's torso. A jet black miniskirt draped across her bubble butt, and her full breasts threatened to spill from the daring cleavage of her low cut top.

"Hey, let go of my hair!" She screamed at the woman, who just laughed and tugged once more. Stephanie yelped again, her small hands grappling at the chubby fist balled up around her ponytail.

The woman giggled, her laughter almost inaudible above the thundering bass. 

Stephanie's cries were cut short as the woman pulled her closer, hugging her tightly against her crotch. Her nose pressed against the dark fabric, her screams muffled by the juicy thighs as the woman's hand applied pressure to the back of her head. Stephanie could feel the full hips begin to gyrate, jerking forward and back as the taller woman humped her face to the beat of the music.

After several humiliating seconds, Stephanie felt the force against her skull release. She yanked her head back, and looked up. Her view of the larger woman's face was partially obscured by the bulging globes from her chest, but that didn't stop Stephanie from shouting up at her.

"What the hell, lady!" She shouted, then swung her fist at the woman's leg. Though she put her weight behind her punch, Stephanie hardly caused the woman any discomfort, much less pain. It did, however, piss her off, and her drunken playful mood changed in a heartbeat.

"First of all, it's Trish," the woman snapped. "Second, it seems you need an attitude adjustment, runt."

Before Stephanie could react, the woman grabbed both her hands, holding them firmly in her fat fist. She put her other hand over Stephanie's mouth, stifling her curses and shouts.

"C'mere, you little bitch."

Trish jerked Stephanie away from the dance floor. Stephanie's body kicked into high gear, her adrenaline mixing with alcohol to make a cocktail of anger in her blood. She tugged violently at the woman's fists, vainly attempting to free her hands from the crushing vice of her grip.
Stephanie struggled as Trish dragged her down a hallway. The dismal lights flickered as the thumping music shook the loose wiring in their fixtures. A couple of people bumped against them as Trish pulled Stephanie along, their minds too clouded by alcohols or drugs to take heed of the smaller woman's plight. Stephanie's eyes were wide with terror, the realization of how powerless she was at her new height beginning to truly sink in.

At the end of the corridor, Trish leaned her shoulder against a door, and nudged it open. She shoved Stephanie into the room, then quickly closed the door behind her, latching the deadbolt with a metallic click. Stephanie glanced around, and realized they were in the bathroom of the club. The stalls appeared to be empty, leaving just the two of them alone in the room.
Stephanie crossed her arms over her chest. "What the fuck, lady?!" Her mind was swimming with the surge of hormones and vodka, and her head felt a little light. The taller woman inched closer, her sizable breasts looming over Stephanie's head. Stephanie backed away slowly, until she bumped against the cold tile wall.

"Shrinkies need to learn their place," Trish hissed. "And obviously, you don't know yours yet." She rested her hands on her hips, and stared down at Stephanie.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Trish smiled. "Here, let me show you your place," she purred seductively, sending a shiver down Stephanie's spine. Without warning, she spun around, and pushed her ass towards Stephanie, bumping against her chin. 

"Wait, what are yo...MFFPH!" Her words were smothered out as Trish held her ass against her face. Stephanie felt the hard wall stop the back of her head, preventing her escape. Her tiny hands flailed on either side of the overwhelming bottom as she struggled to break free. She could feel the warmth emanating from the woman's ass crack, and her nose was already protesting the mild scent of sweat that tainted her air supply.

Trish wiggled her hips back and forth, then leaned back further. The muffled squeaks from girl behind her ass increased in pitch as the shrinkie's oxygen was cut off. With a devious grin on her face, Trish reached her hands down to the edge of her dress. Her thick fingers curled around the hem of her skirt, then she stepped forward.

Stephanie gasped as her tormentor moved, finally allowing her a breath of fresh air. Her relief was short, however, as the Amazonian woman hiked up her dress, revealing a pair of gigantic round cheeks. A skimpy black thong stretched along the chasm between the bulbous globes of flesh, disappearing into the void as it descended between Trish's meaty thighs. The crack extended the full length of Stephanie's head, and she screamed as it closed in towards her.

"This is what shrinkies are good for," Trish sighed, as she felt Stephanie's head wedge between her damp cheeks. She bit her lips as a tingle of pleasure pulsed within her crotch. Her fingers gripped each of her cheeks, and she pulled them aside slightly, allowing her captive to sink deeper into her ass. Trish leaned forward, resting her hands on her knees, and began to grind her ass back and forth against the wall.

Stephanie couldn't see anything, her whole world consisted of Trish's ass. Her breathing was labored, and the smell was unbearable. Slick droplets of sweat smeared across her poor face, a byproduct of Trish dancing in the club. Stephanie tried to push the woman away, but her dainty hands simply sunk into the soft butt cheeks.

The crushing mounds of flesh around her pushed back, driving Stephanie's head against the tiled wall once more. The pathetic string of a thong brushed up against the tip of her nose, and she twisted her head in disgust. It was warm and damp, soaked clear through with the woman's sweat.
"Mmm... Let's take it up a notch, runt," Trish purred, giving her booty a few good shakes.

Trish stepped away from the wall, freeing Stephanie from her derrière. She collapsed to her knees, her face beet red from the lack of air. Trish chuckled at the smaller woman, her hairline dampened by her butt sweat, and makeup smeared from rubbing between her thick cheeks.

"Lay down." Trish commanded, pointing at the tile floor.

Stephanie stared in shock, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath. There was no way she was going to listen to this crazy bitch.
"Fuck you, lady," she panted.

Trish shook her head, a sinister grin forming on her lips. "You're a slower learner than the last one, shrinkie." She pointed to the floor again, this time snapping her fingers. "I won't tell you again."

Stephanie remained defiant. "Go to hell!"

Without a word, Trish stepped forward, and grabbed Stephanie by the shoulders. Easily overpowering the smaller girl, she pushed Stephanie to the ground with little resistance. She planted her heel on Stephanie's chest, and leaned forward. A series of tiny screams and shrieks escaped the short woman's lips, before all the air in her body was expended. Smiling wickedly, Trish twisted her heel back and forth, eliciting an agonized expression from her victim's face. The stiletto snagged on Stephanie's top, tearing a small gash in the fabric across her chest.

Finally, the foot driven into Stephanie's chest lifted. She coughed and wheezed, her lungs hungry for air. The towering woman above her stepped over her, planting one foot on either side of her shoulders. Stephanie had a unobstructed view up Trish's skirt, and raised her hands above her face as the massive booty began to descend.

Trish crouched down over Stephanie, her ass hovering mere inches above the frightened girl's face. She bounced slightly on her heels, taunting the girl beneath her of her imminent smothering.

"And three, two..." Trish giggled, her ass drifting lower with each shake. "One!" She slammed her butt down on Stephanie, swallowing her pathetic head between her juicy ass cheeks. She adjusted her stance, and tucked her heels under her bottom as she knee, burying Stephanie deeper in her sweaty crack.

Stephanie squirmed under the bigger woman. She was outmatched, her body dwarfed by the trunk-like legs nestled on each side of her chest. What little air she had was polluted by the stench of Trish's ass, and her face and hair were matted with sweat. Her legs kicked uselessly, unable to gain traction on the smooth tiles. She felt an intrusion on her chest as a pair of pudgy hands slithered through her ripped dress. Stephanie felt the thick hands painfully squeeze her breasts, pinching her nipples through the smooth fabric. She writhed in protest, her petite fists pounding against the mountain of ass flesh resting atop her skull.

A ripple of pleasure coursed through Trish's body as the girl pinned under her fought for air. She rocked her hips back and forth, slowly grinding her crotch against the girl's trapped face. A low moan escaped her lips, her lust fueled by the muffled cries from beneath her plump rear. 

"All right, slut," Trish moaned, "time you met the other shrinkie I've found."
She lifted her ass up, giving Stephanie a brief respite. Shifting her body forward, Trish fidgeted with her skirt, tugging her thong down her thighs. The skimpy cotton strained as she pulled on it, before finally snapping at the seams. Trish shrugged, and tossed the ripped undergarment aside before lowering her ass once more. She stopped just short of crushing Stephanie again, her cheeks gently brushing the whimpering woman's chin. Leaning forward, Trish felt her cheeks part slightly, exposing her asshole to Stephanie.

"Why don't you say hi to Lucy, runt?"

Stephanie stared in terror as the pink ring pulsed before her eyes. A pair of tiny legs kicked furiously as the oily sphincter clenched down, crushing the tiny person trapped within Trish's rectum.

"She's been up there since about lunch time," Trish said nonchalantly, as if such a situation was perfectly normal. "But since you're back there, I guess I'll use her elsewhere."

Stephanie was in shock, her mind still trying to process what she was seeing. She watched as Trish reached behind her, her thick hand gliding between the blubbery ass cheeks. The pudgy digits poked at the flailing legs, then pinched them like a vice. Slowly, Trish's hand retracted, pulling the tiny girl from her anal prison.

Trish moved her hand to her face, dangling the little girl in front of her wide eyes. The tiny battered body was coated in a greasy film, completely soaking the girl's short red hair. Trish grinned, and began to lower her hand down to her crotch. Without hesitation, she plunged her hand between her plump thighs, shoving the screaming woman against her wet pussy. Her fingers pushed and prodded the squirming body, until she felt it slip between her swollen labia and into the hot cavern within. Trish let out a high pitched moan, and dropped her weight back down.

Stephanie didn't have time to question what was going on, though, as she was quickly buried in the sweaty darkness of Trish's ass.

"Wa, wai...mmfff!"

Trish moaned as the woman's muffled words tickled her skin. She shifted her weight back slightly, positioning her anus above where she figured the woman's mouth was, before grinding her hips down hard against the tiny head trapped in her booty. Her free hand drifted behind her, and grabbed a fistful of hair sticking out of her crack. Pulling up on the wad of hair in her grasp, she rocked back and forth on her hips, feeling the frantic struggles of the woman pinned beneath her juicy ass. 

Stephanie writhed as Trish's asshole slam into her mouth, and wretched as the slimy orifice rubbed back and forth against her pursed lips. She whimpered as she felt her head being shoved forward, her hair tugged painfully by the thick fist wrapped around it. With what little air she had, she screamed into the sweaty flesh, only to have more weight shift into her as Trish continued to hump her. Her body started to feel dizzy as a lack of fresh began to take its toll on her.

An orgasm was bubbling inside of Trish. Her little Lucy was turning out to be quite the little human vibrator, thrashing about within the cramped confines of her vagina. And the woman under her ass felt amazing, her struggling face mashed against her sweaty anus drove Trish wild. Her breaths came in short, quick gasps, as she neared climax. She felt her body tensing up, her muscles quivering in anticipation.

The mountains of flesh around Stephanie's face contracted, smushing her face like putty. Were it not for the slick asshole wedged against her lips, she would have screamed in pain. Instead, only a moan of pain and revolt vibrated in her throat, as her head and neck were drenched in Trish's foul sweat. 

Trish collapsed with a loud moan, her legs clamped against the woman between her thighs. Her pussy clenched around the writhing woman inside, and Trish felt a wave rush through her veins, sending surges of pleasure to every nerve ending in her body. She sat for a few moments, panting as she caught her breath. Finally, she reached down between her legs, and plucked Lucy out from her love tunnel.

"Well, that was certainly a fun experience," Trish sighed, holding the tiny girl in front of her. It amused her that the girl still seemed to have some energy left in her, even after hours of torment in her ass. 
"Let me go, you fat ugly twat!" 

Trish grinned wickedly, and held Lucy high in the air.

"Let go, you say?" She taunted, licking her lips. "Well, I guess I could..."
The tone of Lucy's screams changed, shifting from obscenities to pleas of mercy. They were in vain, however, as Trish released her grip on Lucy's tiny body. The girl landed on her upper lip, and before she could stand up, Trish's tongue slithered from it's cavern, and lapped her up.

Trish closed her mouth, and began to swish Lucy around. She could hear her tiny screams from within her mouth, as she tossed her about with her tongue. The sweet taste of her own juices mixed with the girl's frightened body, and Trish decided she couldn't resist the carnal urge inside her. Tilting her head back, she flicked the girl back with her slimy tongue, and swallowed. Her fingers traced a noticeable lump down her throat, disappearing beneath her cleavage.

"Mmmmm...." Trish sighed, gently patting her belly. She held still, curious to see if she could feel the morsel inside of her. She stuck out her lower lip, pouting after several seconds of not feeling anything. 

"Well, I guess I should be going." She began to shift her weight, realizing the girl beneath her had passed out. Trish stood up and adjusted her skirt, then stepped over to the corner where she had discarded her thong. She balled it up, and tossed it into the trash can.

Standing over the unconscious Stephanie, Trish bent down, and grabbed the smaller girl's arms. Grunting slightly, she dragged her limp body to one of the stalls, and pushed the door open. Trish lifted the seat, and draped Stephanie's limp body over the porcelain bowl, her face drooping near the water.

"Partied too hard, I guess," Trish chuckled to herself, before unlocking the bathroom door and leaving.

Several minutes later, Stephanie awoke to a firm shake on her shoulder.
"Ughhhh....huh?" She blinked slowly, her mind still hazy.

Gina crouched down beside her, a look of concern cast over her face. "You okay, Steph?"

Stephanie grunted, and staggered to her feet. Her brain flooded with images of what she experienced as her memory kicked in, and her face paled.
"Is she gone?!" She glanced around fearfully.

Gina looked around. "Is who gone, Steph? It's just you and me in here."
Stephanie looked down at her dress. It was torn under her left breast, and what looked like a dirty shoe print marred her stomach. 

"You okay, girl?" Gina rested her hand on Stephanie's shoulder, her concern not waning.

Stephanie shook her head, trying to dispel the horror she had just endured. Brushing her dress off, she turned to face Gina.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just take me home please."

The Desk Job (Part I) by 3l33thax0r

The lobby of the towering steel structure was bustling with people headed in a hundred different directions. Tinted light filtered through the thick glass panels that comprised the outer walls, illuminating the sprawling room in a mild aqua hue. Amidst the sea of people man sporting a suit and tie glanced around, visibly lost in the flurry of people.

An oval wooden desk in the center of the room caught his eye; the concierge! Perhaps they could help him. He skirted around a woman standing in the way, her attention devoted to the phone she clasped against her ear. As he neared the desk, his heart sank at the sight of an empty chair. Defeated, he leaned against the dark walnut frame, and decided to wait for the attendant to return.

"Welcome to the Vivaldi Building, how may I help you today?"

The man jerked away from the desk, the voice to his left startling him. He turned to look at the desk, and saw a small figure climb onto the top of the desk, aided by the decorative grooves in the wood.

"You look lost, my good sir!" The figure said, his small voice amplified by the small earpiece he wore. Standing on the top of the polished counter, he was no more than three inches tall. Dressed in a simple collared shirt and slacks, the tiny man looked like an action figure come to life, his movements appeared almost animated as he walked to the edge of the desk. A small black satchel was slung across his shoulders, and bounced gently against his hip as he moved.

"Uh...yes, actually," the businessman replied, "I am a bit lost. I'm supposed to meet with a Mr. McCarthy, but for the life of me, I can't remember the number to his office!"

The smaller man chuckled. "Not a problem, sir!" He reached into his satchel, removing a small tablet, and began to sift through the office directory.

The businessman stared in awe as the concierge tapped a few times at the screen. "Wow, they really thought of everything for you guys, didn't they?"

"They sure did," the smaller man replied, not bothering to look up from the glowing tablet in his hands. He was well aware of the wondering eyes that watched his every move, and even though it had been a full month since he had shrunk, it was still a little unsettling to be watched like that.

A joyful ding sounded from the device, and the concierge looked up. "Floor 23, Suite 10. The elevators are behind you, and to the left."

The businessman smiled, and grabbed his briefcase. "Thank you, um..."

"Desmond," the concierge replied, "and you're welcome! Feel free to stop by if you have anymore questions."

Desmond watched as the man turned and walked towards the elevator, before sitting down on the edge of the desk. He swiped through several screens on his tablet, catching up on company changes. Every so often, someone would approach seeking assistance. Some gawked as he worked, others didn't seem to mind his smaller stature.

As the morning progressed, the lobby became quieter, with only a few people quietly rushing between the elevators and the glass double doors. Desmond glanced at his watch. 11:58, almost time for lunch. He stood up and stretched, then started towards the center of the desk. Hopping down to the lower section, he walked over to a corner filled with miniaturized items. A small refrigerator, table, and chair were nestled in the back corner of the desk, with an LED bulb expertly tucked against the underside of the upper counter. Desmond flicked the small switch ingrained in the wooden wall, bathing his little break area in a soft white light.

Sitting down on the plastic chair, Desmond lifted a finger to his ear. A short tone chirped in his headset, followed by a soft feminine voice.

"Yes, Desmond?"

"Hey Sylvia, just a heads up, I'm going on lunch break." Desmond said as he unpacked his lunchbox, scattering the contents across the table.

"Understood," the voice in his ear responded, "let me know when you're done."

"You got it," he replied, before removing the headset. He leaned back in the chair, casually munching away on his sandwich. The lobby was quiet, save for the mellow tune of music playing in the background. Desmond sighed, and stretched his legs out alongside the table.

"All things considered, this isn't too bad," he muttered to himself. He flipped a switch on the headset, setting the proximity alert for the lobby, before tilting his head back and closing his eyes for a brief nap. His thoughts wandered about as he daydreamed, his breathing slow and calm in the peaceful lobby.

Just before he drifted off to sleep, his headset began to chirp, and Desmond heard the dull swoosh of the glass doors opening. He leaned forward and quickly donned his headset, leaving his lunchbox open on the table as he trotted across the desk.

"I'm back, Sylvia," he depressed the button by his ear, ending the connection. A few short hops later, and he was on top of the firm wood counter, watching as a woman approached. She was dressed in a brown shirt and skirt, with a matching baseball cap. As she hustled towards the concierge desk, Desmond flipped a switch on his headset, activating the speaker.

"Welcome to the Vivaldi Buildi..."

The woman slammed a package down on the wooden surface, cutting off Desmond. 

"Need you to sign here," she said dryly, obviously annoyed that she had to deal with someone of his size. Her slender hand shoved a thin piece of yellow paper towards Desmond, who took a few steps back as the page fluttered to a halt.

"No problem, miss!" He responded, trying to sound chipper. He reached into his satchel, and removed a thick pole about the length of his arm. With a swift flick of his wrist, the pole extended with a audible click, and Desmond began to write. The custom pen handled much like a mop, with Desmond dashing about across the signature line, a thin trail of ink left behind as he dragged the pole along the paper.

With a twirl of the pole, Desmond retracted it to it's original size, and placed it back in his bag. His feet had barely left the paper before the woman snatched it up, sending a small gust of air across the countertop. 

"Uh, miss? Where is this package going?" He called out after her, but the woman didn't respond. He crossed his arms as he watched her leave, pushing the giant glass doors open and slipping out into the midday heat. Shaking his head, Desmond turned his attention to the package waiting beside him. The box was about twice his height, and he didn't see a label on any of the wides as he walked around it once. Grumbling to himself, he tapped the button on his headset.

"Hey, Slyvia, I've got a package here, but I can't read the label. Can I get a hand?"

"Okay, I'll page someone from the mail room to assist," the feminine voice crackled in his ear. 

"Thanks, you're the best!" He replied. A series of beeps filled his ear, and he sighed. "And if you can, have them bring a fresh battery for the headset, this one is almost out of juice."

"Understood, Desmond," voice in his ear faded as the headset began to shut down. 

Desmond grunted, and removed it from his ear. A small red battery symbol blinked on the side of the headset, signaling the death of the little communication device. He sighed as he stepped to the edge of the desk, sitting down along the beveled cliff. His legs dangled idly as he gazed out through the glass walls. Cars and trucks whizzed by, the sounds from their engines muted by the thick transparent panels. 

A tapping sound behind him caught Desmond's attention. He scooted back from the ledge, and stood up to dust off his slacks. A woman approached from the elevator, the click of her heels against the tile floor echoing through the empty lobby. Desmond glanced up for a second, then did a double take as his mind processed the beauty walking towards him. She was really quite cute. Her olive skin contrasted pleasantly with the simple ivory buttoned down shirt and denim shorts that she wore. The top three buttons were unclasped, presenting Desmond with an alluring view of her cleavage as she approached.

The woman stopped in front of the desk, and looked down at Desmond. 

"Is this the package you needed help with, sweetie?" She smiled, revealing a perfect set of pearly white teeth behind luscious pink lips. Her green eyes seemed to sparkle in the daylight, mesmerizing Desmond. He stood there gawking for a moment, before snapping out of it. Embarrassed, he waved his hands over his face, hoping she couldn't see his cheeks beginning to redden.

"Oh, that's right!" She exclaimed, "they said your headset wasn't working." The young woman crouched slightly, bringing her pretty face down to the countertop. "I forgot to grab a set of batteries for you, I'm so sorry." 

Desmond felt the warm breath from her lips drift past him as she spoke, the air tinted with just the slightest scent of spearmint. He watched as she cupped a hand to her ear, waiting for his response.

"It's okay!" He shouted up to her, not annoyed in the slightest that this beautiful creature had forgotten the batteries. "But if you could, would you mind bringing me some soon? If it's not too much trouble, that is."

The woman's lower lip protruded slightly. "I have to get back to the mail room after I deliver this box, sorry." She tapped her finger absently on the countertop, sending weak vibrations through Desmond's feet. Her lips parted into a smile, and she rested her hand in front of Desmond, palm up.

"I know! You can come with me, and I'll grab some batteries for you on the way back down!" Her voice was almost angelic, and Desmond felt compelled to say yes. He could always explain his absence to Sylvia later, plus, the early afternoon was rarely busy anyway.

"Okay, I guess I can step away for a few, Miss uhh..."

"Amy," she responded, her voice rising in pitch, betraying her delight in his answer.

Desmond chuckled, "all right, Amy, let's get this package dropped off."

Amy's smile broadened as her palm registered the man's tiny feet stepping onto her soft. She watched as Desmond sat down in the center of her hand, crossing his legs as she lifted him up to her face. 

"So, um..." Amy began, "I'm going to need both hands to carry this, so can I put you, uh..." She giggled nervously, her lovely emerald eyes glancing down at her ample bosom.

Desmond felt his cheeks flush with color at the thought, but he eagerly nodded in agreement. As her fingers approached, he stood up and raised his hands, allowing her delicate fingertips to grip the sides of his chest. He turned his head from side to side as she settled him in between her breasts, his eyes drinking in the spectacular view. He rested his arms down as her fingers retreated, gently holding himself up. His lower body felt like it was trapped between two warm mattresses, and he could faintly smell a lingering perfume on her soft skin.

"Ready, little guy?" Amy giggled, practically ecstatic that Desmond had agreed to going along with her. She grabbed the box from the desk, and began to walk towards the elevators. Each step jiggled her breasts, and she could feel the tiny man's hands brace against her skin as it rippled against him.

Standing before the elevator, Amy leaned forward slightly, her hands not leaving the brown box as she shifted to press the call button. A muffled ding resonated through the air, slowly getting louder as the elevator car approached. Finally, the silvery doors parted, and Amy stepped into the vacant lift. 

Desmond was in heaven. Every move Amy made shifted the yielding flesh around him, slowly burying him in the warm confines of her cleavage. The fine threads of his shirt and slacks glided against the shifting walls around him, making it difficult for him to support himself. As the elevator began to ascend, Desmond felt gravity tugging as his feet, pulling him deeper between the soft mounds. His hands slipped against the smooth skin, and a sense of panic crept in as his arms became wedged against his sides. He wiggled from side to side as he sank, the tempting valley between Amy's breasts swallowing his small frame like quicksand.

Amy's mouth popped open, her glossy pink lips forming an "Oh" as she felt the little man in her cleavage slip deeper. Her wide eyes glanced down just in time to see his head disappear under a sea of breast flesh. She giggled at his predicament, then bent over to set the box down. Her hands reached up to her chest; one hand spread her breasts apart slightly, the other probed within her cleavage. 

"Where'd you go?" She mused as the elevator rolled to a halt. Her fingertips brushed against something foreign, and she smiled as she wrapped her hand around the wiggling lump. Amy plucked the tiny man from her cleavage as the doors slid open, then looked up. She gasped as she realized the floor that was open before her was Human Resources. A woman stood in the doorway, her brisk walk paused for a moment as she processed the scene before her. 

Amy quickly crouched, dropping Desmond roughly onto the top of the box before picking it up and standing straight. The smile had vanished from her lips, and her face began to pale as the woman entered the elevator. She stood motionless, her eyes staring straight ahead as the new passenger pressed a button, and the elevator doors closed.

Desmond brushed off his shirt, and slowly stood to his feet atop the cardboard surface. A quick look at Amy's expression told him something was wrong. He looked around, and spotted the other woman standing a few feet away. She was dressed in a simple black blazer and skirt. A name tag pinned neatly to her chest read: "Lisa, Human Resources". Her face was void of emotion, her icy blue eyes framed by a small pair of glasses.

"That explains her mood change," he muttered to himself, feeling a bit sorry for putting such a beautiful girl in this awkward situation.

Before the elevator reached the next floor, Lisa spoke up. "Young lady, what is your name?"

Amy turned slowly to face the other woman. "A...Amy, ma'am."

Lisa blinked once, then proceeded to question Amy. "From the mail room, correct?"

Amy only nodded in response, her mouth devoid of words.

"And you, sir?" Lisa crossed her arms, an air of impatience in her voice. "You're the concierge we had to keep after the incident, am I mistaken?"

Desmond grunted, annoyed at how this woman was brushing off his condition as if it was a common cold. He shook his head, not giving Lisa the benefit of a verbal answer.

"And where were you two headed, may I ask?" Lisa continued, her cold voice instilling a sense of anxiety in Amy. She tried to speak, but her mouth felt dry as she tensed up. Desmond stepped closer to the edge of the box, and cupped his hands around his mouth.

"Lisa, someone dropped this box off at my desk, and I requested help to deliver it," he shouted. "My headset is dead, so I asked to go along to get new batteries for them."

Lisa raised an eyebrow, not quite believing the small man's words. She looked at Amy, "Is this true?"

Amy nodded again, a weak "yes ma'am" escaping her lips. She watched in nervous anticipation as Lisa tapped some notes into her phone. After several agonizingly long seconds, Lisa finally looked up.

"Well, Amy," she said dryly, "Since help was requested through the proper channels, I can say that you were just doing your job. I don't want to know what I saw as I got on this elevator, but I'll let you off with a warning this time."

Amy breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, ma'am," she said softly. The elevator chimed, and the doors opened, bringing the uncomfortable trip to an end.

Lisa's gaze turned back to Desmond. "You, on the other hand, can come with me. We have a little matter of leaving your post to discuss." Without warning, her hand reached out for Desmond, her slender fingers curling around his body.

"Hey, what the f...mmmf!" Desmond shouted, his voice cut off by the pad of Lisa's finger pressed against his mouth. Lisa stared at Amy and raised her eyebrows, as if challenging her to question her actions. Amy sighed, and stepped out of the elevator. She turned around as she heard the elevator doors begin to close, and a look of regret fell over her face. Her little break from the mundane was over, and she huffed as she began walking down the narrow corridor.

Lisa's cold expression concerned Desmond. She was part of Human Resources, so there was no telling what was going on inside her mind. He pushed against her finger, straining to pry it away from his face. After several feeble attempts, he finally gave up, letting his body hang limp within Lisa's grasp. The elevator began its descent, the destination unknown to Desmond.

The metal door opened, and Lisa stepped out briskly, making a beeline for her office. Desmond didn't hear the tapping of heels on tile as she walked, and realized they were not on the ground floor. His vision was obscured by the fingertip pressed against his face, and any attempt he made to shift his head was met with a firm squeeze. 

Desmond closed his eyes, and focused on the sounds around them as Lisa carried him. A phone rang across the room, before a smooth male voice answered it. The hum and whir of a printer passed by his left ear, before trailing off into the background noise. He heard the metallic rattle of a latch releasing, as Lisa opened a door. A moment later, the audible click of the latch engaging with the doorframe echoed within the new room.

Lisa dropped Desmond unceremoniously onto her desk. A small yelp rose from his tiny lungs as he landed with a muffled thud. She smiled darkly as she sat down, watching as the little man struggled to stand, clearly shaken from the fall. Her left foot pressed against the heel back of her right shoe, holding it in place as she wiggled her right foot free. She glanced at the man on her desk again, noting that he looked quite upset.

"What was your name again?" She asked, her fingers beginning to peck away at the keyboard. The sharp clicking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keys chattered as Desmond shouted his name. Her eyes wandered to the screen as she clicked a few times, opening the personnel files.

"Desmond... Des..." she muttered to herself as she scrolled. "Aha, here we go. Oh dear... you've only been here eight months."

Her attitude of feigned remorse was obvious, and began to irritate Desmond. He cupped his hands around his mouth, and shouted, "what's what supposed to mean?"

Lisa grinned, and leaned back in her chair. "It means you're fired, of course. You haven't been employed here for a year, and I'm sure you remember our zero tolerance policy."

An anger boiled inside of Desmond. "Are you serious?!" he lashed out, no longer needing to project his voice with his hands. "I was on my way to get..."

"I don't care," Lisa interrupted, waving her hand dismissively at Desmond. "you left your post without permission, end of discussion."

Desmond was fuming. "You can't do this, you bitch!" he shouted, raising his fist above his head. "I demand to speak to your manager!"

A wicked grin flickered across Lisa's face. "I am the manager, and my say is final. Now shut up while I finish the paperwork." She returned her gaze to the monitor, and began typing again. Desmond's small voice grew in ferocity, as he shouted obscenities up at her.

After a few moments of trying to ignore him, Lisa huffed.and glared at him. "Ugh, I'm not discussing this with you any further." Her hand shot from her keyboard, grasping Desmond firmly in her fist. His shouts were quickly muffled, the vulgar words now unintelligible. She scooted back in her chair, the plastic wheels gliding against the tile floor. Lisa leaned forward, and shifted her right foot away from the heel.

Lisa's fist hovered over the mouth of her heel. "Maybe you'll learn to keep quiet, before you put your foot in your mouth." Her hand sprang open, dumping Desmond into the leather cavern below. His shouts were punctuated with a short grunt as his tiny body collided with the firm black insole. 

Desmond groaned as he stood to his feet. The air was stale and humid, and he wrinkled his nose as a shadow darkened the ground around him. He looked up just in time to see a massive foot plough into the entrance of the shoe. The thick toes slammed into his chest, knocking the wind from his lungs. Desmond landed on his back as the mammoth foot drifted millimeters from his face. He took a deep breath as the titanic weight began to settle on him.

Lisa slid her foot into the heel, wedging her sole on top of the squirming man. She smiled darkly as she felt his pathetic hands tapping against the arch of her foot. Her eyes glanced up at the door, ensuring her privacy. With a wicked chuckle, Lisa grabbed the armrests of her chair, and began to push her weight into her foot. Slowly, she twisted her foot back and forth, the frantic struggles within her shoe sending flickers of pleasure up her leg.

"Mmm... I think I'll keep you there for a while," Lisa muttered, her voice too quiet for Desmond to hear. She reached for her phone, and punched several numbers into the keypad. Her finger casually twirled the black coiled phone cable, as the speaker rang gently against her ear.

"Hello, Sylvia? This is Lisa from Human Resources. I'm sorry to inform you that your concierge, Desmond, has been terminated, and will not be returning to work."

The hollow click of the phone latching on the receiver sealed Desmond's fate. Lisa leaned back in her chair, scrunching her toes against the new insole in her shoe.

"Looks like it's going to be a long day for you, little man."

Ex's and O's by 3l33thax0r

"C'mon, Tracy, how long are you going to make me wait? I should be at the hospital or something!" 

John stood at the end of the table, tapping his foot impatiently. How long was this woman going to take to get ready? It was bad enough waking up at only two inches tall, but now he was having to wait on her? He rolled his eyes as she slipped into a pair of jeans, the view of her panty-clad ass doing little to distract him from the fact that she was taking forever to get dressed.

"Trace! Holy shit, can you to any slower, come on!"

Tracy spun her head around, her face surrounded in a whirlwind of curly brown hair. As if last night wasn't bad enough, he seemed intent on not giving her a break with his demands. Her patience was beginning to wear thin.

"Look John," she snapped, "you chose to break up with me, not the other way around. Now that you've been... well, shrunk... you think you can keep making demands of me, and expect me to drop everything that I'm doing to help you? You think it can just go back to the way things were before last night?! Hmpf, I don't think so; you're on my time today."

Tracy turned away from the table, and grabbed her purse. She could hear his shrill voice carrying on behind her, but she didn't care. Why should she give a shit about him after last night anyway? It wasn't her fault that he shrunk overnight.

"Tracy! Get back here this instant and help me!" John had transitioned from being annoyed to flat out angry. How could she just disregard his condition like this? He continued shouting, convinced that she would see things his way if she would just turn around and listen for once.

His tiny voice sounded gruff and masculine to his ears, but to Tracy, he was becoming a squeaky little nuisance. After a few minutes of letting him ramble on like a spoiled mouse, she had heard enough. She twirled on her toes, and marched back over to the table where John stood. Her heels clacked sharply against the hardwood floor, almost drowning out his incessant squeaking. 

"SHUT UP!" She shouted as she slammed her fist down on the table, knocking John onto his ass. "God, I've just about had it with you, John. You dump me one minute, and the next think that I'm going to just bend over to help you? Think again, asshole."

John was dazed, but wasn't about to give up. He hopped up to his feet, and shook his hand above his head as he shouted, "Dammit, Tracy! Can't you stop being selfish for a minute and do something about this! Geez, no wonder I broke up with you, you can't do anything right!"

Tracy winced slightly as his words, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She wasn't going to let him walk all over her emotions anymore, especially now that the tables had turned. She opened her eyes slowly, and leaned towards John.

John stopped shouting and stepped back a few paces. The look in Tracy's eyes concerned him, her mood has changed in a heartbeat, and it didn't look like it was for the best. From the corner of his vision, he saw her hand creep up over the edge of the table, slithering towards him like a predator hunting its prey. And he had a sinking feeling that he was the prey.

"Uh, Tracy..." he called out, "What are you... hey!"

Tracy clutched her hand around John, silencing his annoying squeaks in an instant.

"Ugh, finally some peace and quiet," she sighed, blowing her bangs away from her hazel eyes. She could feel his tiny arms pushing against her fingers, completely unable to free himself. "Maybe now you'll listen to what I have to say about this situation."

Tracy opened her hand, dropping John back onto the table. He stumbled for a second before getting his footing, and then the squeaky protests began.

"Ah! Ah!" Tracy held her finger up to his face, tapping his head with her fingerprint. " I said it was my turn to talk, and you're going to listen."

John was furious at this point. "Tracy, what the fuck?! You need to listen to me, and take me to a doctor."

Tracy frowned, and quickly snatched up John in her fist. His struggles tickled her palm, so she squeezed slightly as a punishment.

"Look here, John," she muttered into her palm, her warm breath flowing through the gaps between her slender fingers. "You're not in charge of me anymore. Not since you broke up last night, and certainly not at your size."

She shifted her grip on John, allowing his head to poke out from her fist. His face was turning red as he struggled against the undulating fingers around him, pressing firmly against his body.

"I'm going to give you one last chance before my patience runs out completely," Tracy said sternly.

"Fuck you!" John yelled in defiance.

Tracy could barely make out his obscenity, but she could tell by his expression that he wasn't going to listen to reason.

"Well, John," she said, "I gave you a chance, and you totally blew it. No more sweet little Tracy for you." She emphasized the word "little" with a short squeeze of her fist, eliciting a pained squeak from John.

"You were quite an asshole yesterday, John, you know that?" Tracy reprimanded as she stood up straight, holding her fist in front of her lips. "I think it's time I got a little payback for you breaking my heart like that." She watched as the blood drained from John's little face.

"Tracy, wait! Let me explain, please!"

John's pleas were fruitless; Tracy had already made up her mind about what to do with him. She lowered her hands behind her back, and tucked her thumb under the waistband of her jeans.

"Kiss my ass, John," she said dryly, pulling back on the denim pants. 

John looked down and shuddered. Below, a small gap between Tracy's ass cheeks and jeans had been exposed, a dark abyss that he would rather not explore.

"Tracy, stop! What the hell are you doing?"

Tracy chuckled as she began to lower John towards her rear. "What I should've done as soon as you shrunk. Since you're such an asshole, I think you'll get along with mine just fine."

With that, Tracy plunged her hand down the back of her pants. She shifted her hips back and forth as she adjusted John within her ass, positioning him squarely between her cheeks. She removed her hand, and let the waistband snap back into place, sealing John inside.

"Hope you're comfy back there," She said mockingly, resting one hand one each of her hips. She began to move her hands up and down, grinding her butt cheeks together. "How's that, John?"

John could barely breathe, let alone move. The fleshy walls smashed against him, squeezing the air from his lungs. He groaned as he was plastered between the meaty cheeks, unable to move his limbs as they were pinned firmly to his sides. The smell wasn't terrible, but John knew that could change if she didn't take him out soon. He wiggled back and forth, desperate to be free of her massive ass. Only a trickle of light from the top of her crack prevent John from being trapped in total darkness.

Tracy felt John squirming in protest, and clenched her cheeks. "Knock it off John, unless you want me to push you into my asshole." She glanced over at the couch, and a smile crept across her lips.

John tried not to move too much, fearful that Tracy would keep to her promise of shoving him deeper into her ass. He didn't have much of a choice though as she began to sit down. The cheeks around him started to spread, allowing John an unhindered view of Tracy's asshole. Suddenly, something firm pressed against his back, scooping him up like a hammock and pushing him deeper. 

Tracy felt the slight wedgie from her panties as she sat down, and giggled to herself. 

"Oh, Johnny..." she mused, "why didn't you say you wanted to go deeper?" She wiggled her butt into the seat, before reaching behind her back. Her fingers hooked around her panties, and Tracy tugged sharply upwards, giving herself quite the wedgie.

"Mmm... nice and tight back there now," she chuckled as she bounced up and down. Every few minutes, she would flex her glutes for a several seconds to make John struggle for air. By the time she stopped moving, Tracy could feel his tiny body squirming in protest right outside her asshole.

"John, if you keep it up, I'll just leave you in there till I have to take a shit." Tracy said, before standing back up. As she walked around the house, she could feel John's body mash against her anus with each step. A part of her was beginning to enjoy the sensation, maybe a little too much...

For John, the experience was anything but pleasant. Tracy's movement had begun to heat up the cramped confines of her ass, and she was beginning to sweat. At first, it was only a slight change in humidity, but before John knew it, it was a sweltering sauna in her ass. Droplets of sweat began to form around him, before slowly descending down Tracy's pale cheeks. John pursed his lips shut as a drop splashed against his face, but he could still taste the salty liquid on his tongue. He shook his head in disgust as another droplet rolled down his back.

Tracy was having difficulty focusing on her work, distracted by the sensations in her butt. She wanted to punish John for being a dick, but she didn't expect to enjoy it this much! After a few minutes, she could wait no longer. She unbuttoned her jeans, and reached one hand down the back of her pants.

"Okay John," she mumbled as she fished around in her ass, "where are yo...aha! There you are!"

John squirmed frantically as he felt Tracy's fingers prod against his back. He was mere inches away from her anus, and he had no intention of getting any closer. However, his tiny body was no match for the monolithic digits pressed against his spine, slowly wedging him deeper into her ass.

"Tracy! Stop, please! Don.....mmmfff!" 

Tracy gasped as she felt John's body collide with her asshole. She pinched her fingers against his legs, and began to slide him up and down her crack slightly, relishing the thrilling pleasure of his struggles against her back door. The rush of power was unlike anything Tracy had felt before. She closed her eyes, and pictured the horror John must be feeling down there. So helpless, and completely at her mercy...

A tingle of pleasure shot up her spine, and Tracy shuddered. She needed more, and John was no longer in a position to protest. Her lips curled into a sly grin as she slipped her other hand down the front of her jeans, her fingers tracing lines up and down her labia. She could feel herself getting damp at just the thought of using John for her own entertainment, for her pleasure.

She bit her lip for a moment, and made up her mind on how to punish him next. Reaching her hands down between her legs, Tracy passed John from one hand to the other, keeping his upper body wedged in her crack while she adjusted herself. She removed her hand from her ass, and slowly began to drag John up along her crotch, taking her sweet time to savor his struggling.

John gasped for air as he was tugged deeper into Tracy's crotch. He couldn't tell how, but she was somehow pulling him even lower into her pants. The smell of her ass was quickly replaced with a musky feminine odor, and John's heart dropped. A few hairs brushed against his body as the fingers clamped to his legs continued to drag him further into the abyss. 

Something wet touched John's foot, and he began to squirm in disgust. It didn't take a genius to know where he was heading, and being under the control of a freshly made ex-girlfriend was not a situation John wanted to be in right now. His legs slid across the slimy crevice, followed by his hips and torso. The tugging didn't stop until John was face to face with Tracy's pussy, pulsing in front of him like a hungry wet beast. John tried to push his hands against the slick folds surrounding the humid cavern, but a low moan from above told him to remain still.

Tracy bit her lip nervously, and clenched her thighs as she felt a slight tickle on her vaginal lips. Part of her wanted to plunge John inside her completely, and fuck his whole body without a care for his well being. But another part wanted to drag out his torment, and enjoy the moment as long as possible. 

Cupping her hand over her crotch, Tracy raced upstairs to her room. She shut the door quickly behind her, and sat on the bed. As she spread her legs, she could felt John begin to squirm again, trying not to fall deeper into her panties. 

"Go ahead, John," Tracy cooed, "it's not like you haven't seen what's down there before." She shifted her weight back, and kicked off her jeans. A small lump in her panties was the only sign of John to the outside world, and Tracy patted it gently with her fingertip. The response was immediate, and she quivered as bursts of pleasure flowed through her body.

Tracy couldn't wait any longer, her legs were quivering with anticipation. She pressed her hand firmly against the moist gusset of her panties, and began to rub. Slowly at first, moving her hand in wide circles. The wriggling beneath her palm was exquisite, better than any toy she had used before. Tracy tilted her head back and moaned, consumed in the moment by the pleasure her little ex-boyfriend was providing her.

John sputtered as he was rubbed against the slick flesh. His body was soaked in Tracy's fluids, and he could taste her juices in his mouth as he struggled for a full breath of air. By the sounds coming from his ex, this wasn't going to end well, at least not for him.

Something inside Tracy yearned for more. She slipped her hand into her panties, feeling the heat and wetness of her pussy on her fingertips. With a gentle push, her fingers guided the struggling man to the center of her pussy, holding him at the entrance to her womanhood. 

"Now John," she sighed, her breath coming in short gasps, "Be a good little man and struggle for me in there. Maybe you can finish me off for once."

Without warning, Tracy plunged two fingers into her pussy, shoving John in with them. She let out a long moan as his tiny limbs rubbed against her insides, stimulating her in ways she hadn't even imagined before. Her other hand worked its way under her shirt, toying with her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. 

There was no air for John as he was trapped inside Tracy's steamy pussy. The walls around him pulsed and tugged his body deeper, fighting his efforts to escape. In a haze of terror, he wrapped his arms around Tracy's finger, and clung tight as she withdrew. He coughed and gasped a short breath, before Tracy drove her fingers back in. Over and over, John was rammed in and out of the fleshy tunnel, until Tracy suddenly stopped.

"John, you're not squirming like I told you." 

John pulled himself up, steadying himself on Tracy's hand as she lifted it to her face.

"Fuck you, Tracy! I'm not your sex toy!" He shouted at her, strands of her juices trailing from his arms to her palm.

"Oh, really?" Tracy feigned surprise, holding a hand to her heart. "And what are you going to do about it, little man?"

John stood there, silent. 

"That's what I thought," she said with a grin. "Now, squirm like a good little man, or you'll be sorry." She plucked him off of her slick finger, pinching him between her thumb and forefinger. As she squeezed his tiny body, a squeaky yelp could be heard from between her thighs. Her lips curled into a devious grin, and and began to rub her pinched fingers up and down along the slit of her heated pussy, savoring the renewed struggles coming from John's tiny form.

The pressure was almost unbearable for John. Tracy's fingers were clamped tightly across his chest, making the simple act of breathing a difficult task. His situation wasn't improving however, as Tracy's juices began to coat his body once more, bathing his face in her musky secretions. His hands pawed at the thick fluid around his mouth and nose, trying to clear a safe pathway for air. 

John felt his feet slipping inside of Tracy, and he began to kick wildly. This bitch wasn't putting him back in there, not without a fight! The fingers driving him in seemed to slow for a moment, before backing away. He gasped for breath as he was pushed back towards the gaping hole between her nether lips, and tried to brace his 

A moan from above signaled John's worst fear: she was enjoying his fight. It was all a game to her! A twisted game where he was just a toy, a plaything to satisfy her sexual urges. He screamed in frustration, before the fingers crushing his rib cage maneuvered him between Tracy's swollen lips. John breathed in deep, and shut his eyes tightly as he was catapulted forward, into the moist, pulsating cavern.

Tracy squealed in delight as her fingers probed deep inside her pussy. She began to swirl her thumb against the hood of her clit, her hips beginning to buck forward involuntarily in rhythm to the euphoric struggling within her body. Her breathing became shallow, and every inch of her skin tingled as she felt the giddy sensation of an orgasm take hold of her nerves. 

A long moan of ecstasy escaped her lips, and Tracy squeezed her thighs tight, pinning her hand against her pussy. Quivers of pleasure rippled through her legs, tensing her muscles as she sped up the pace of her rubbing. Her breaths came in short, labored gasps, her passion fueled with the knowledge that somewhere between her legs, John was powerlessly trapped against his will. No longer in control of her, she was in charge.

Every fiber in her body tensed up, and Tracy felt a warm rush against her fingers. She bit her lower lip gently as her fingers felt a minuscule twitch.

"Mmm... you survived..." she moaned as she slowly removed her hand from between her legs. A thin strand of her cum trailed from the tip of her finger to her crotch. Tracy could see John's small body plastered to her palm, glued in place by her sticky juices. his was almost motionless, save for a slight movement in his chest as he breathed.

"Well, John," she panted with a weak smile, "Looks like you had one last good thing left in you." Her smile widened as John began to twist from side to side, slowly slipping lower into her palm. She cupped her hand around him, and raised him to her face.

John struggled to his feet, the thick slime of Tracy's arousal degrading his already drained strength. He took a step back as he looked up, greeted by a pair of brown eyes.

"Tracy... what...the fuck... were you thinking!?" His voice returned to his throat as he coughed the last of her juices from his mouth. "You're gonna be so dead when I...mmf!"

"Oh, shut it!" Tracy said playfully, closing her hand around her ex-boyfriend to silence his arguments. "You dumped me, and now you've served your purpose. Nobody is going to miss an asshole like you." She began to squeeze her hand tighter with those words, eliciting a muffled scream from within her fist.

"Doesn't help your case that I'm hungry..." she purred, her hand snapping open. John cowered on his back as Tracy bared her teeth, playfully chomping them as she leaned her face closer to her palm.

"Tracy! Stop, please!" He begged, his body beginning to shake as the peril of his situation set in.

"Too late, Johnny," she said dryly. "I've made up my mind, and there's nothing you can do about it!" Her mouth stretched open, giving John an impressive view of her perfect teeth. In one swift motion, she pressed her lips around her palm, sealing John in darkness, and tilted her head back. 

John screamed as he tumbled into the pitch black cave. He landed on something spongy and wet, and the ground below him trembled upon contact. A short flicker of light as Tracy's hand moved from her lips provided John with a panoramic view of her mouth. Her spun on his feet, and tried to make a dash for her lips, but the lurking wet monster beneath his feet churned to life, and sent him stumbling onto his face.

Tracy sealed her lips, a devious giggle reverberating in her throat. The flavor of John wasn't quite what she expected; he was salty, yet sweet at the same time. She tossed the squirming morsel around in her mouth for a few moments, bathing her ex in her saliva while she savored the unique taste. Her hand traced up between her breasts, and flared out along her jawbone. She rested two fingertips on her lips, and smiled.

"Goodbye, John," she cooed as she tilted her head back. She heard his cries for mercy as her tongue guided him to the back of her throat. 

GULP.

Tracy felt a tingle between her legs as she swallowed, and her fingers followed the lump as it traveled down her neck. Her lips parted into a wide smile as she rubbed her belly, which groaned in appreciation of it's new resident.

"At least you'll be with me until the end, John."

She leaned back on her bed, and sighed in content as she felt the faint movements within her stomach. In the end, it wasn't the worst breakup she had endured, but it was definitely going to be her most memorable.

"C'mon, Tracy, how long are you going to make me wait? I should be at the hospital or something!" 

 

John stood at the end of the table, tapping his foot impatiently. How long was this woman going to take to get ready? It was bad enough waking up at only two inches tall, but now he was having to wait on her? He rolled his eyes as she slipped into a pair of jeans, the view of her panty-clad ass doing little to distract him from the fact that she was taking forever to get dressed.

 

"Trace! Holy shit, can you to any slower, come on!"

 

Tracy spun her head around, her face surrounded in a whirlwind of curly brown hair. As if last night wasn't bad enough, he seemed intent on not giving her a break with his demands. Her patience was beginning to wear thin.

 

"Look John," she snapped, "you chose to break up with me, not the other way around. Now that you've been... well, shrunk... you think you can keep making demands of me, and expect me to drop everything that I'm doing to help you? You think it can just go back to the way things were before last night?! Hmpf, I don't think so; you're on my time today."

 

Tracy turned away from the table, and grabbed her purse. She could hear his shrill voice carrying on behind her, but she didn't care. Why should she give a shit about him after last night anyway? It wasn't her fault that he shrunk overnight.

 

"Tracy! Get back here this instant and help me!" John had transitioned from being annoyed to flat out angry. How could she just disregard his condition like this? He continued shouting, convinced that she would see things his way if she would just turn around and listen for once.

 

His tiny voice sounded gruff and masculine to his ears, but to Tracy, he was becoming a squeaky little nuisance. After a few minutes of letting him ramble on like a spoiled mouse, she had heard enough. She twirled on her toes, and marched back over to the table where John stood. Her heels clacked sharply against the hardwood floor, almost drowning out his incessant squeaking. 

 

"SHUT UP!" She shouted as she slammed her fist down on the table, knocking John onto his ass. "God, I've just about had it with you, John. You dump me one minute, and the next think that I'm going to just bend over to help you? Think again, asshole."

 

John was dazed, but wasn't about to give up. He hopped up to his feet, and shook his hand above his head as he shouted, "Dammit, Tracy! Can't you stop being selfish for a minute and do something about this! Geez, no wonder I broke up with you, you can't do anything right!"

 

Tracy winced slightly as his words, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She wasn't going to let him walk all over her emotions anymore, especially now that the tables had turned. She opened her eyes slowly, and leaned towards John.

 

John stopped shouting and stepped back a few paces. The look in Tracy's eyes concerned him, her mood has changed in a heartbeat, and it didn't look like it was for the best. From the corner of his vision, he saw her hand creep up over the edge of the table, slithering towards him like a predator hunting its prey. And he had a sinking feeling that he was the prey.

 

"Uh, Tracy..." he called out, "What are you... hey!"

 

Tracy clutched her hand around John, silencing his annoying squeaks in an instant.

 

"Ugh, finally some peace and quiet," she sighed, blowing her bangs away from her hazel eyes. She could feel his tiny arms pushing against her fingers, completely unable to free himself. "Maybe now you'll listen to what I have to say about this situation."

 

Tracy opened her hand, dropping John back onto the table. He stumbled for a second before getting his footing, and then the squeaky protests began.

 

"Ah! Ah!" Tracy held her finger up to his face, tapping his head with her fingerprint. " I said it was my turn to talk, and you're going to listen."

 

John was furious at this point. "Tracy, what the fuck?! You need to listen to me, and take me to a doctor."

 

Tracy frowned, and quickly snatched up John in her fist. His struggles tickled her palm, so she squeezed slightly as a punishment.

 

"Look here, John," she muttered into her palm, her warm breath flowing through the gaps between her slender fingers. "You're not in charge of me anymore. Not since you broke up last night, and certainly not at your size."

 

She shifted her grip on John, allowing his head to poke out from her fist. His face was turning red as he struggled against the undulating fingers around him, pressing firmly against his body.

 

 

"I'm going to give you one last chance before my patience runs out completely," Tracy said sternly.

 

"Fuck you!" John yelled in defiance.

 

Tracy could barely make out his obscenity, but she could tell by his expression that he wasn't going to listen to reason.

 

"Well, John," she said, "I gave you a chance, and you totally blew it. No more sweet little Tracy for you." She emphasized the word "little" with a short squeeze of her fist, eliciting a pained squeak from John.

 

"You were quite an asshole yesterday, John, you know that?" Tracy reprimanded as she stood up straight, holding her fist in front of her lips. "I think it's time I got a little payback for you breaking my heart like that." She watched as the blood drained from John's little face.

 

"Tracy, wait! Let me explain, please!"

 

John's pleas were fruitless; Tracy had already made up her mind about what to do with him. She lowered her hands behind her back, and tucked her thumb under the waistband of her jeans.

 

"Kiss my ass, John," she said dryly, pulling back on the denim pants. 

 

John looked down and shuddered. Below, a small gap between Tracy's ass cheeks and jeans had been exposed, a dark abyss that he would rather not explore.

 

"Tracy, stop! What the hell are you doing?"

 

Tracy chuckled as she began to lower John towards her rear. "What I should've done as soon as you shrunk. Since you're such an asshole, I think you'll get along with mine just fine."

 

With that, Tracy plunged her hand down the back of her pants. She shifted her hips back and forth as she adjusted John within her ass, positioning him squarely between her cheeks. She removed her hand, and let the waistband snap back into place, sealing John inside.

 

"Hope you're comfy back there," She said mockingly, resting one hand one each of her hips. She began to move her hands up and down, grinding her butt cheeks together. "How's that, John?"

 

John could barely breathe, let alone move. The fleshy walls smashed against him, squeezing the air from his lungs. He groaned as he was plastered between the meaty cheeks, unable to move his limbs as they were pinned firmly to his sides. The smell wasn't terrible, but John knew that could change if she didn't take him out soon. He wiggled back and forth, desperate to be free of her massive ass. Only a trickle of light from the top of her crack prevent John from being trapped in total darkness.

 

Tracy felt John squirming in protest, and clenched her cheeks. "Knock it off John, unless you want me to push you into my asshole." She glanced over at the couch, and a smile crept across her lips.

 

John tried not to move too much, fearful that Tracy would keep to her promise of shoving him deeper into her ass. He didn't have much of a choice though as she began to sit down. The cheeks around him started to spread, allowing John an unhindered view of Tracy's asshole. Suddenly, something firm pressed against his back, scooping him up like a hammock and pushing him deeper. 

 

Tracy felt the slight wedgie from her panties as she sat down, and giggled to herself. 

 

"Oh, Johnny..." she mused, "why didn't you say you wanted to go deeper?" She wiggled her butt into the seat, before reaching behind her back. Her fingers hooked around her panties, and Tracy tugged sharply upwards, giving herself quite the wedgie.

 

"Mmm... nice and tight back there now," she chuckled as she bounced up and down. Every few minutes, she would flex her glutes for a several seconds to make John struggle for air. By the time she stopped moving, Tracy could feel his tiny body squirming in protest right outside her asshole.

 

"John, if you keep it up, I'll just leave you in there till I have to take a shit." Tracy said, before standing back up. As she walked around the house, she could feel John's body mash against her anus with each step. A part of her was beginning to enjoy the sensation, maybe a little too much...

 

For John, the experience was anything but pleasant. Tracy's movement had begun to heat up the cramped confines of her ass, and she was beginning to sweat. At first, it was only a slight change in humidity, but before John knew it, it was a sweltering sauna in her ass. Droplets of sweat began to form around him, before slowly descending down Tracy's pale cheeks. John pursed his lips shut as a drop splashed against his face, but he could still taste the salty liquid on his tongue. He shook his head in disgust as another droplet rolled down his back.

 

Tracy was having difficulty focusing on her work, distracted by the sensations in her butt. She wanted to punish John for being a dick, but she didn't expect to enjoy it this much! After a few minutes, she could wait no longer. She unbuttoned her jeans, and reached one hand down the back of her pants.

 

"Okay John," she mumbled as she fished around in her ass, "where are yo...aha! There you are!"

 

John squirmed frantically as he felt Tracy's fingers prod against his back. He was mere inches away from her anus, and he had no intention of getting any closer. However, his tiny body was no match for the monolithic digits pressed against his spine, slowly wedging him deeper into her ass.

 

"Tracy! Stop, please! Don.....mmmfff!" 

 

Tracy gasped as she felt John's body collide with her asshole. She pinched her fingers against his legs, and began to slide him up and down her crack slightly, relishing the thrilling pleasure of his struggles against her back door. The rush of power was unlike anything Tracy had felt before. She closed her eyes, and pictured the horror John must be feeling down there. So helpless, and completely at her mercy...

 

A tingle of pleasure shot up her spine, and Tracy shuddered. She needed more, and John was no longer in a position to protest. Her lips curled into a sly grin as she slipped her other hand down the front of her jeans, her fingers tracing lines up and down her labia. She could feel herself getting damp at just the thought of using John for her own entertainment, for her pleasure.

 

She bit her lip for a moment, and made up her mind on how to punish him next. Reaching her hands down between her legs, Tracy passed John from one hand to the other, keeping his upper body wedged in her crack while she adjusted herself. She removed her hand from her ass, and slowly began to drag John up along her crotch, taking her sweet time to savor his struggling.

 

John gasped for air as he was tugged deeper into Tracy's crotch. He couldn't tell how, but she was somehow pulling him even lower into her pants. The smell of her ass was quickly replaced with a musky feminine odor, and John's heart dropped. A few hairs brushed against his body as the fingers clamped to his legs continued to drag him further into the abyss. 

 

Something wet touched John's foot, and he began to squirm in disgust. It didn't take a genius to know where he was heading, and being under the control of a freshly made ex-girlfriend was not a situation John wanted to be in right now. His legs slid across the slimy crevice, followed by his hips and torso. The tugging didn't stop until John was face to face with Tracy's pussy, pulsing in front of him like a hungry wet beast. John tried to push his hands against the slick folds surrounding the humid cavern, but a low moan from above told him to remain still.

 

Tracy bit her lip nervously, and clenched her thighs as she felt a slight tickle on her vaginal lips. Part of her wanted to plunge John inside her completely, and fuck his whole body without a care for his well being. But another part wanted to drag out his torment, and enjoy the moment as long as possible. 

 

Cupping her hand over her crotch, Tracy raced upstairs to her room. She shut the door quickly behind her, and sat on the bed. As she spread her legs, she could felt John begin to squirm again, trying not to fall deeper into her panties. 

 

"Go ahead, John," Tracy cooed, "it's not like you haven't seen what's down there before." She shifted her weight back, and kicked off her jeans. A small lump in her panties was the only sign of John to the outside world, and Tracy patted it gently with her fingertip. The response was immediate, and she quivered as bursts of pleasure flowed through her body.

 

Tracy couldn't wait any longer, her legs were quivering with anticipation. She pressed her hand firmly against the moist gusset of her panties, and began to rub. Slowly at first, moving her hand in wide circles. The wriggling beneath her palm was exquisite, better than any toy she had used before. Tracy tilted her head back and moaned, consumed in the moment by the pleasure her little ex-boyfriend was providing her.

 

John sputtered as he was rubbed against the slick flesh. His body was soaked in Tracy's fluids, and he could taste her juices in his mouth as he struggled for a full breath of air. By the sounds coming from his ex, this wasn't going to end well, at least not for him.

 

Something inside Tracy yearned for more. She slipped her hand into her panties, feeling the heat and wetness of her pussy on her fingertips. With a gentle push, her fingers guided the struggling man to the center of her pussy, holding him at the entrance to her womanhood. 

 

"Now John," she sighed, her breath coming in short gasps, "Be a good little man and struggle for me in there. Maybe you can finish me off for once."

 

Without warning, Tracy plunged two fingers into her pussy, shoving John in with them. She let out a long moan as his tiny limbs rubbed against her insides, stimulating her in ways she hadn't even imagined before. Her other hand worked its way under her shirt, toying with her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. 

 

There was no air for John as he was trapped inside Tracy's steamy pussy. The walls around him pulsed and tugged his body deeper, fighting his efforts to escape. In a haze of terror, he wrapped his arms around Tracy's finger, and clung tight as she withdrew. He coughed and gasped a short breath, before Tracy drove her fingers back in. Over and over, John was rammed in and out of the fleshy tunnel, until Tracy suddenly stopped.

 

"John, you're not squirming like I told you." 

 

John pulled himself up, steadying himself on Tracy's hand as she lifted it to her face.

 

"Fuck you, Tracy! I'm not your sex toy!" He shouted at her, strands of her juices trailing from his arms to her palm.

 

"Oh, really?" Tracy feigned surprise, holding a hand to her heart. "And what are you going to do about it, little man?"

 

John stood there, silent. 

 

"That's what I thought," she said with a grin. "Now, squirm like a good little man, or you'll be sorry." She plucked him off of her slick finger, pinching him between her thumb and forefinger. As she squeezed his tiny body, a squeaky yelp could be heard from between her thighs. Her lips curled into a devious grin, and and began to rub her pinched fingers up and down along the slit of her heated pussy, savoring the renewed struggles coming from John's tiny form.

 

The pressure was almost unbearable for John. Tracy's fingers were clamped tightly across his chest, making the simple act of breathing a difficult task. His situation wasn't improving however, as Tracy's juices began to coat his body once more, bathing his face in her musky secretions. His hands pawed at the thick fluid around his mouth and nose, trying to clear a safe pathway for air. 

 

John felt his feet slipping inside of Tracy, and he began to kick wildly. This bitch wasn't putting him back in there, not without a fight! The fingers driving him in seemed to slow for a moment, before backing away. He gasped for breath as he was pushed back towards the gaping hole between her nether lips, and tried to brace his 

 

A moan from above signaled John's worst fear: she was enjoying his fight. It was all a game to her! A twisted game where he was just a toy, a plaything to satisfy her sexual urges. He screamed in frustration, before the fingers crushing his rib cage maneuvered him between Tracy's swollen lips. John breathed in deep, and shut his eyes tightly as he was catapulted forward, into the moist, pulsating cavern.

 

Tracy squealed in delight as her fingers probed deep inside her pussy. She began to swirl her thumb against the hood of her clit, her hips beginning to buck forward involuntarily in rhythm to the euphoric struggling within her body. Her breathing became shallow, and every inch of her skin tingled as she felt the giddy sensation of an orgasm take hold of her nerves. 

 

A long moan of ecstasy escaped her lips, and Tracy squeezed her thighs tight, pinning her hand against her pussy. Quivers of pleasure rippled through her legs, tensing her muscles as she sped up the pace of her rubbing. Her breaths came in short, labored gasps, her passion fueled with the knowledge that somewhere between her legs, John was powerlessly trapped against his will. No longer in control of her, she was in charge.

 

Every fiber in her body tensed up, and Tracy felt a warm rush against her fingers. She bit her lower lip gently as her fingers felt a minuscule twitch.

 

"Mmm... you survived..." she moaned as she slowly removed her hand from between her legs. A thin strand of her cum trailed from the tip of her finger to her crotch. Tracy could see John's small body plastered to her palm, glued in place by her sticky juices. his was almost motionless, save for a slight movement in his chest as he breathed.

 

"Well, John," she panted with a weak smile, "Looks like you had one last good thing left in you." Her smile widened as John began to twist from side to side, slowly slipping lower into her palm. She cupped her hand around him, and raised him to her face.

 

John struggled to his feet, the thick slime of Tracy's arousal degrading his already drained strength. He took a step back as he looked up, greeted by a pair of brown eyes.

 

"Tracy... what...the fuck... were you thinking!?" His voice returned to his throat as he coughed the last of her juices from his mouth. "You're gonna be so dead when I...mmf!"

 

"Oh, shut it!" Tracy said playfully, closing her hand around her ex-boyfriend to silence his arguments. "You dumped me, and now you've served your purpose. Nobody is going to miss an asshole like you." She began to squeeze her hand tighter with those words, eliciting a muffled scream from within her fist.

 

"Doesn't help your case that I'm hungry..." she purred, her hand snapping open. John cowered on his back as Tracy bared her teeth, playfully chomping them as she leaned her face closer to her palm.

 

"Tracy! Stop, please!" He begged, his body beginning to shake as the peril of his situation set in.

 

"Too late, Johnny," she said dryly. "I've made up my mind, and there's nothing you can do about it!" Her mouth stretched open, giving John an impressive view of her perfect teeth. In one swift motion, she pressed her lips around her palm, sealing John in darkness, and tilted her head back. 

 

John screamed as he tumbled into the pitch black cave. He landed on something spongy and wet, and the ground below him trembled upon contact. A short flicker of light as Tracy's hand moved from her lips provided John with a panoramic view of her mouth. Her spun on his feet, and tried to make a dash for her lips, but the lurking wet monster beneath his feet churned to life, and sent him stumbling onto his face.

 

Tracy sealed her lips, a devious giggle reverberating in her throat. The flavor of John wasn't quite what she expected; he was salty, yet sweet at the same time. She tossed the squirming morsel around in her mouth for a few moments, bathing her ex in her saliva while she savored the unique taste. Her hand traced up between her breasts, and flared out along her jawbone. She rested two fingertips on her lips, and smiled.

 

"Goodbye, John," she cooed as she tilted her head back. She heard his cries for mercy as her tongue guided him to the back of her throat. 

 

GULP.

 

Tracy felt a tingle between her legs as she swallowed, and her fingers followed the lump as it traveled down her neck. Her lips parted into a wide smile as she rubbed her belly, which groaned in appreciation of it's new resident.

 

"At least you'll be with me until the end, John."

 

She leaned back on her bed, and sighed in content as she felt the faint movements within her stomach. In the end, it wasn't the worst breakup she had endured, but it was definitely going to be her most memorable. 

 

 

The Desk Job (Part II) by 3l33thax0r

Desmond grunted as the overpowering sole rested on top of his body. The weight pressing down on his chest was almost too much, his ribs creaking in protest with each breath he took. His back sank into the worn insole of the heel, the stale, rubbery leather yielding to his body just enough to prevent him from being completely crushed under the massive foot resting against him.

The stockinged sole shifted, and Desmond grimaced as the damp nylon fibers brushed against his face. A thin film of sweat smeared across his cheek, filling his nostrils with the stale scent of Lisa's foot. He groaned and began to squirm once more, still determined to get out of this nasty prison.

Lisa smiled as she felt the tickling sensation return within her shoe. The little man had been relatively still for the past hour, and she had begun to suspect that he may have passed out. Whether he had or had not was unimportant, he was rubbing the bottom of her foot with his struggling, and that was all that mattered to her. She adjusted herself as she typed, crossing her thighs as she continued typing. Her foot dangled a few inches above the ground, and she felt Desmond moving more with his newfound freedom.

The gap between foot and insole widened as the cruel woman shifted her heel, and Desmond saw his big break. He strained to pull against the leathery insole, dragging himself along the base of the woman's arch. Sweat dripped down his face as he grunted and clawed his way towards the beams of light leaking into the shoe, marking his finish line.

The ceiling above him quaked, and Desmond yelped as he was sandwiched between the firm insole, and the sweaty heel mashed against his back. His murmuring was inaudible outside of his prison, his face driven into the leather surface below. Years of old sweat mingled with worn leather filled his mouth with an acrid taste, and Desmond fought the urge to vomit.

Lisa adjusted her foot within her heel, a sly grin sparking across her lips as she felt the tiny man wiggle beneath her sole. She leaned her foot back, balancing the weight on the base of the heel, and rotated her foot back and forth. The struggles beneath her foot gave her an odd pleasure, as she pivoted her foot on the spike of her heel.

After a fem minutes of toying with her feet, Lisa leaned forward, and tugged her foot free of the heel. Below her stocking-clad sole was the little man, smushed face down into the insole her her shoe. She chuckled as the feeble limbs began to move, lifting the man to his hands and knees.

"You know, you should've gone into the massage business after your shrank," she chided, "You'd make an excellent foot rubber I'm sure."

Desmond lifted his head to face his heckler. His eyes traced the pillars of her legs up to the seat of the chair, where they disappeared into a black pencil skirt. A pair of green eyes sparkled down on him, although he was sure the smile on Lisa's lips wasn't a friendly one.

"Come here, Desmond," she said sternly, leaning further forward as her hand extended towards the exposed man. He flinched as the soft digits wrapped around his body, squeezing a little tight for comfort. His heart pounded in his chest as the woman lifted him in front of her face. Her tongue traced the length of her lips, bathing them in a thin coating of saliva. The maroon lips glistened just a few feet from his head, and Desmond tried to put the horror stories he had heard about shrinkies being eaten out of his mind.

Lisa slipped her foot back into her shoe and sighed, her breath washing over the tiny man in her grasp.

"You know..." she began, her voice losing its stern, professional tone, "I could always find a use for you now that you're unemployed." Her free hand tugged at the collar of her shirt, revealing a hint of the canyon between her breasts. With a snap of her fingers, the uppermost button came undone, exposing the lacy outline of her bra as it struggled to contain her bosom.

Desmond squirmed in Lisa's hand, which only gripped him tighter in response.

"You can't do this, asshole!" He shouted as she tipped him upside down, his hair hanging below his head. "I'm a human being, dammit, this isn.....MF!"

Lisa giggled as the tiny man was silenced, his head shoved between her breasts. She pushed him a little deeper, until only his legs were free from the warm embrace of her cleavage.

"Hehehe! That tickles!" She giggled, biting her lip as she began to fondle her breasts. She could barely hear his muffled screaming, but she sure could feel his struggles. Her hands cupped around her breasts, and she began to rub them up and down, churning Desmond in a sea of mammaries.

A knock at the door of Lisa's office snapped her back to reality.

"Shit!" She hissed under her breath, as she quickly snatched the flailing legs from between her boobs. She glanced at the door, then at the struggling man clutched within her fist. Thinking quickly, she rocker her body to one side, lifting up her left thigh from the chair. In one swift motion, Lisa tucked her hand under her leg and slammed it back down into the chair, silencing the short protests from Desmond.

"Come in!" She called out, adjusting her butt in the chair as she acclimated to a new little lump under her asscheek. She looked up as the door clicked open, and a petite woman's face poked into the office.

"Your three-o-clock is here, ma'am" the woman said softly, her delicate voice matching her frame. "Shall I send him in?"

Lisa brushed her hands down the front of her shirt, and buttoned her collar back up. Desmond's struggles for air tickled the back of her thigh, and she leaned to her side slightly, crushing him under her full weight. As the squirming beneath her ceased, she looked up at her secretary and spoke.

"Yes, send him in."

The woman nodded, and her head  disappeared from view before the door was pulled shut. Lisa stood up quickly, her chair rolling back a few inches as she did. She turned around and bent down, reaching for the man plastered to the leather seat.

Desmond was dazed from the combination of being steamrolled by Lisa's thick legs, and the lack of oxygen in his lungs. He gasped as the polyester wrapped mountain of flesh lifted from his body. His chest burned as it expanded, his lungs gulping in fresh air. Before he could regain his bearings, her felt something warm wrap around his body, and lift him into the sky.

"If you're gonna squirm around so much, might as well make use of you." Lisa snickered, turning back around to sit. She held Desmond against her hip, and moved her hands behind her back. Her fingers pulled at the taut waistband of her skirt, revealing her milky white ass to Desmond.

"I'll deal with you after this meeting, little guy."

With that, she released her grip on Desmond, sending him on a short free fall down the back of her skirt. When she felt his tiny body collide with her crack, she began to lower her ass, spreading her cheeks slightly before slamming down into her seat. To her delight, she felt Desmond's tiny body wedge into her crack slightly, and she wiggled her butt a few times before a knock at the door startled her.

"Come in," she said warmly, leaning back in her chair. The struggling in her bum intensified as her hips sank into the seat. She turned her attention to the door, as a young man dressed in a suit and tie walked in.

"Good afternoon," she said, leaning forward to shake his hand. While her gaze was on the applicant, her mind was on Desmond, as she felt his wiggling form slide lower when she leaned forward. As she sat back down, she felt him frantically twist back and forth, in an attempt to escape the prison of her ass.

Desmond could barely breathe, the weight pressing down around him from all sides squeezed him like a fleshy vice. The air was hot and moist, and what little air he could breathe was tainted with the faint smell of shit. He groaned as Lisa's ass cheeks clenched, crushing his poor body in their sweaty grip. His hands were pinned to his sides, and he could barely see the outline of the pale moons that weighed him down.

Lisa adjusted her position in her chair several times throughout the interview. Whenever the squirming in her ass died down, she would clench her cheeks to stir up some action in her pants, then returned her focus to the applicant. He was shy, but once she got him talking, he seemed to go on forever. Normally, Lisa would have been bored and ended the interview several minutes ago, but the tickling within her butt provided her with some amusement and pleasure as the young man rambled on.

"Any further questions, ma'am?"

Her mind had begun to wander below her waist when she snapped back to reality. Her cheeks flushed a light rose color as she apologized, then responded with the usual, "we'll call you in a few days" line. She dismissed the man from her office, standing to shake his hand. His grip was much weaker than when he had arrived, and Lisa couldn't help but notice the sparkle in his eyes were absent. She loved having control over the male applicants like that; leaving them guessing as to whether or not they had received the job. Something about the power she wielded gave her a little thrill.

But now, she had control over a man in a way she had never experienced before. To think, a full grown man, struck by the unfortunate circumstances of the shrinking disease, was now trapped in the sweaty confines of her ass. As she watched the applicant leave, she flexed her thighs a few times to fuel the man's struggles inside her skirt.

Desmond felt his body slip further into the abyss as Lisa clenched her meaty thighs, the undulating muscles squeezing around his battered frame. The cramped atmosphere was unbearably hot and humid, and Desmond's face and clothes were thoroughly soaked with sweat. He tried not to linger on the fact that most of the sweat probably wasn't his own, as the damp garments stuck to his skin. He hoped that Lisa would soon get bored of him, and let him go.

Boredom hadn't even crossed Lisa's mind. The tingling sensation in her crotch was beginning to awaken a flame inside her, and she knew she would need more from Desmond. She shifted back and forth in her seat, grinding her ass into the leather cushion. The chair creaked in protest, likely mimicking the silent cries from the man trapped beneath her ample booty.

A dull chime sounded outside the office door, and Lisa glanced over at her clock.

"It's five already?" She mused, leaning forward and pressing her weight into the chair. "Time flies when you're having fun, I guess."

Lisa stood up slowly, lifting her hands above her head. Her legs snapped together as she stood on her toes, stretching her muscles after hours of sitting. The wiggling in her bottom had subsided as she stretched, something Lisa wasn't going to let slide. She reached her hand down the back of her skirt, fishing around for her new little boy toy.

"Where did you squirm off to..." she mumbled, before her fingers felt a tiny limb brush against them. "Aha! There you are!"

Desmond recoiled form the monolithic digits as they poked and prodded for him, but it was no use. The ridged fingertip grazed his leg, alerting his captor to his location. He screamed as the hand pounced on him, wrapping around him and plunging him deeper into the sweaty pit of Lisa's ass.

Lisa pushed her fingers deeper into her crack, until she felt her thumb touch her thong. Grinning mischievously, she began to press the tiny man into the soaked thong, rubbing him up and down against the damp fabric.

"Might want to get comfortable back there, little guy," she cooed, removing her hand from within her skirt. "You'll be spending a lot of time in my ass the next few days."

She couldn't hear what Desmond said, but the squirming so close to her asshole was the only answer she needed. Picking up her purse beside her desk, Lisa stepped out of her office, flicking the lights off as she left. The walk to the elevator never felt so short as she focused on the wiggling between her ass cheeks.

Every step shook Desmond like an earthquake. His face was mashed against the sweaty thong, filling his mouth and nose with a noxious odor of stale sweat and shit. His arms were pinned tightly to his sides, and only his ankles were free of the crushing grip of Lisa's ass. He prayed that this nightmare would end, that he would wake up and this all be a bad dream. A rumble from deep within the darkness sent shivers down his spine, and he renewed his struggles to escape.

Lisa felt a bubble in her abdomen as the elevator doors closed. Thankfully, she was the only occupant, so she rubbed her stomach, encouraging the rumbling to continue its journey.

"Oh, and you might want to get used to this too," she said, feeling the gas accumulate mere inches away from Desmond. "Hope you don't mind Mexican, little guy!"

Desmond sucked in a deep breath, and winced as a blast of hot air washed over his face. He held his lips shut, holding onto the last precious gulp of fresh air as long as he could. Suddenly, the mammoth cheeks clenched, crushing Desmond's lungs into submission. As the pressure subsided, he had no choice but to inhale. The smell was sickening, and Desmond coughed and gagged at the retched odor.

Lisa felt Desmond's squirming hit a fever pitch as she squeezed her thighs together. "He must have caught a good whiff of that tamale," she thought, giggling at the notion of a tiny man choking on the noxious wind. As the elevator came to a stop at the ground floor, the struggling subsided again. Lisa frowned, and clenched her cheeks a few times. No response.

"Aww, guess that was a little too much for him," she said to herself, her heels clicking softly on the lobby floor as she headed for her car. Her mind was already plotting what to do when she got home, all the pleasures she could glean from her new little pet. A smile crept across her lips as she planned out her night, one sexual game at a time.

"We're gonna have so much fun, little guy."





The Little Shop by 3l33thax0r
Melissa sat up breathless, her heart racing in her chest. "Damn, what a nightmare," she thought to herself, the visions of being kidnapped still floating in her mind. She turned onto her side, her hands gliding across her blanket. Well, a napkin, but it was her blanket for the time being.

After giving herself a moment to calm down, Melissa shifted in her makeshift bed, sitting back up. Her back ached as she stood up, sore from sleeping on the firm cardboard floor. A dome of wire mesh surrounded her, removing all sense of privacy. In the dimly lit room, she could faintly see the other cages lined up next to hers. As Melissa scanned the room, her eyes darted back to the cage next to her. It was empty last night, but now it appeared to have a new occupant.

Melissa walked over to the edge of her prison, and reached her hand through the metal strands. She tapped her knuckles on the adjacent cage.

"Hey, you okay in there?"

The napkin stirred, and Melissa heard a soft groan. A patch of red peaked out from under the napkin, followed by a very sleepy face. The girl's eyes quivered, then shot open as she made eye contact with Melissa. In a heartbeat, she was scurrying on her hands and knees to the far side of her cage.

"Get away from me!" The girl screamed as she cowered behind the napkin, crumpling around her like a cocoon.

"Shh!" Melissa hissed. "Whatever you do, don't make a scene!" She glanced around, noting that several others had woken up to see what the commotion was all about.

The girl's breath was shallow and rapid, but she slowly poked her head out from under the napkin. Her little blue eyes were wide with fear, and Melissa could see tears beginning to well up in them.

"It's okay, nobody is gonna hurt you," she said softly, her hand still extended towards the girl. After several moments, the girl inched forward, closing the distance between them.

"Where... where am I?" She asked, her voice quivering.

Melissa sighed, her head tilting down slightly. "I don't know exactly, I was grabbed one night and woke up here, just like you." She paused as the girl began to cry, tears trickling down her freckled cheeks.

"Hey, hey!" Melissa cooed, "Nobody is gonna hurt you. They haven't hurt me since I arrived last week."

The girl continued to sob, burying her face in the napkin draped around her body. Melissa patted her hand on the girl's shoulder, trying to offer some mild comfort in this traumatic situation.

"Bu-but, but why?" The girl sniffled, wiping the back of her hand across her cheek.

Melissa opened her mouth, then paused before speaking. "I...I don't know, I'm sorry."

In truth, she knew exactly why. When the shrinking epidemic struck the globe, a black market for shrunken people had cropped up overnight. Rumors of people being grabbed off the streets, even in broad daylight, haunted the affected population. Most of the rumors were written off as a means to explain some of the many accidents that claimed shrinkies in the first weeks of the epidemic, but others had their doubts.

The people in the cages were victims of this black market. Snatched from their homes, or their jobs, or public places, they were considered property now, to be bought and sold as trinkets or slaves. Melissa couldn't bear to burden the girl with this reality yet, not until she had calmed down a little from the shock of being kidnapped.

After several minutes of silence, a metallic rattle filled the room. All heads turned towards the source of the sound, and Melissa squinted as a burst of sunlight filled the room.

"Hey, what's your name?" Melissa tugged at the girl's shoulder.

"Huh? Oh, I'm Abby." The girl replied, glancing at Melissa's face for a moment, before returning her gaze to the source of light.

"Okay, Abby," Melissa said, "Whatever you do, don't be scared, and do exactly what you're told."

Abby jerked her head back to face Melissa. "Wait, why?"

"Shh! Just do it!"

Melissa scooted over to the center of her cage, sitting on top of the wrinkled napkin. The light dimmed as the crack of a door slamming shut caused many of the tiny prisoners to jump.

A portly man walked over to the row of cages, a pair of spectacles clinging to the brim of his nose. He glanced at each cage, taking a count of his stock. He grunted, then turned away.

Abby crawled to the edge of her cage, and reached her arm towards Melissa. BEfore she could speak, the door swung open again, bathing the cages in warm light for a moment. Another man walked in, talked and much leaner than the first.

"What's going on?" Abby whispered to Melissa.

"Shh!" Melissa's finger darted to her lips, and she widened her eyes as she backed away from the wall of the cage. Abby seemed to grasp the urgency of Melissa's warning, and cupped her hand over her mouth.

Melissa motioned for Abby to back away from the edge of the cage, hoping the poor new girl wouldn't drawn any further attention. She watched as the stranger walked slowly towards the row of cages, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans. The faded blue denim had lines of dirt smeared across the thighs, traces of mud from the countless times the man had wiped his hands off on the worn pants. Melissa watched as the man's eyes scanned over the cages, a blank look on his face as he looked at the tiny captives.

"Melissa..."

Melissa turned her head away from the man for a moment, and locked eyes with Abby. The frightened girl had a small glimmer in the corners of her eyes, a solitary tear sliding down her right cheek. Her lower lip quivered as she held back her sobs, trying to remain quiet like Melissa had instructed. The light entering her cage was slowly obscured as the man stepped closer, bending down slightly to get a better look at the poor girl.

"You look pretty new, aren't you sweetheart?" The man mumbled, resting his palms on the table as he leaned closer. His index finger tapped on the corner of the metal cage, each clink of metal sending shivers down the girls' spines. Abby simply curled up into a ball, clutching her knees to her chest as a metallic rattling shook the cage.

A whiny creak from the hinges sent chills across Melissa's skin. She watched helplessly as the man opened the door and reached his hand inside, fingers outstretched towards Abby. The terrified girl let out a shrill scream, and she scampered on her hands and knees towards Melissa.

"Get away from me!" Abby shrieked, stumbling over the napkin blanket strewn across the floor of her cage. The human claw continued to descend towards her, herding her towards the wall of the cage.

Melissa felt a lump in her throat as she saw the terror in Abby's face, her freckled cheeks streaked with tears. Pushing her desire of self-preservation aside for an instant, she scooted hastily across the cage floor, and reached her arm between the wire bars. She glanced up at the man, who seemed to pay little attention to the tiny limb poking towards his prize.

"Abby!"

Melissa stretched out her hand, her fingers brushing against Abby's before the little redhead was lifted high into the air. Melissa watched as the giant man's hand wrapped around Abby, clutching the screaming girl in his meaty fist. Her cries were silenced, a tiny pair of legs kicked uselessly from the bottom of his grip the only indication that she hadn't been crushed to death by the man's grip. Melissa stared in horror as the man's other hand reached down towards his waist band, his thumb tucking behind the denim at the zipper.

Melissa's throat tightened up as she watched the man pull the waistband away from his hips, and press his fist against Abby. In one fluid motion, the grip around the flailing girl released, dropping her towards the abyss. A short scream echoed through the room, before the man released his thumb from the waistband. His hand cupped around his crotch, scrunching slightly as he adjusted to the new occupant in his underwear. Melissa swore that she could see a faint lump moving after the masculine hand retreated, and turned her eyes away as a sense of pity and fear welled up inside her.

The man grunted slightly, obviously aroused by the sensations coming from his latest purchase. He turned his back to the cages, and walked away briskly. The bell on the door jingled as he pushed his shoulder against it, sunlight spilling into the room.

Melissa sank back against the wire wall, her heart still racing from the events that had just unfolded in front of her. She closed her eyes and sighed in defeat, hoping somehow a merciful soul would come through that door to her rescue. Her mind began to drift off into a fitful slumber, when the clanging of the doorbell jolted her back to reality.

The sunlight flooding into the otherwise dismal room cast a silhouette across the floor, and Melissa squinted at the shadowy figure. It looked feminine, certainly not as tall as the previous customer. As the door closed, Melissa's eyes readjusted slowly to the dimly lit room. The figure walked towards the cages, a soft clicking sound echoing through the musty air with each step taken. A feeble yellowish glow from a hanging bulb illuminated the new customer in a hazy light. A pale face framed by jet black curls towered above Melissa and the others, devoid of any emotion of expression.

Melissa watched as the woman placed her hands on her hips, a slight huff of air blowing her curly hair away from her lips. The woman turned away from the shelf of cages, looking over her shoulder towards the door.

"This all ya got last night?" She called out, a tone of annoyance in her voice.

A gruff voice replied from the shadows, "That, and one already sold this morning. Early bird gets the pretty worms."

"Ugh," the woman muttered, turning back to face the row of cages. She paced slowly in front of the cages, staring down the bridge of her nose at the tiny occupants. Melissa felt a chill on her skin when her eyes met with the woman's as she stared her down. Her heart dropped as a pudgy hand reached towards the door of the cage, flicking the metal latch open with a metallic clink.

"I guess you'll have to do, this time," grumbled the woman, her gaze never leaving Melissa's body.

"Please, no..." Melissa whimpered, watching in fear as the wire door squeaked open. The hand hovered in through the opening, creeping towards Melissa. She curled up in a ball at the far end of her prison cell as a shadow descended on her, and a short yelp escaped her lips as the thick digits encircled her.

The clammy palm squished against Melissa, hugging her tight in a fleshy embrace. All of the sounds around her were muddled by the skin pressed around her head. A sense of vertigo began to overwhelm her nerves, as she was swung carelessly back and forth in the closed fist.

The woman began to speak, something Melissa couldn't make out. A gruff voice replied with a short grunt, followed by the ding of a cash register. The fist wrapped around Melissa tightened slightly, compressing painfully around her chest. Suddenly, the pressure was gone, and Melissa felt weightless as she gasped in a full breath of air. Before she could scream, her body slammed into something hard, knocking the wind right back out of her.

The light around her quickly faded, and Melissa coughed and wheezed in the darkness. Her ribs felt like they had been set ablaze by the impact, and she winced as she prodded her tender side. Nothing felt cracked, but she was sure she'd have a nasty bruise soon enough.

As she sat up, the ground below her shook, sending Melissa sprawling on her hands and knees. The air had a thick smell of perfume mixed with leather; Melissa could only assume she had been dropped into the woman's purse. She clutched onto something hard as it bumped into her, jostled back and forth with the rest of the contents.

"Thanks for the ride, lady," she sighed, shaking her head as her skull pounded from the impact.

In the pitch blackness of the purse, Melissa could only hear muffled sounds from the outside world. The familiar jingle of the bell hanging from the door rang above her, and the purse heaved to and fro like a ship on the high seas. Melissa could hear the muted clicking of heels on concrete as the woman walked, taking her to some unknown place. She tried to push the horror stories she had overheard out of her mind. Tales of shrinkies being used as slaves, or kept as pets for their owner's entertainment. Still others, like the fate that likely befell Abby, were even used as toys for their master's pleasure.

Melissa lost track of time in the darkness, the rhythmic jostling within the purse tumbling the contents around like a ship on he high seas. The confined space was heating up as time dragged on, causing Melissa's skin to form a thin sheen of sweat. The air began to smell thick and muggy, the scent of warm leather filling her nostrils as she bounced against the wall for the umpteenth time.

After what seemed like hours of tumbling helplessly in the dark, the movement stopped. Melissa looked up, hoping for some form of light to finally enter her darkened leather cell. Instead of light, she felt the floor fall out from underneath her like in elevator in free fall. A short yelp echoed within the purse as she collided with the ground again, surely adding another bruise to her collection.

Melissa moaned and rolled onto her side, her head pounding from the trauma of being a human rag doll for the past hour or so. Somewhere above her, the ceiling rustled, and she watched as a thin slit of light peeked through the blackness. The sound of a zipper unwinding reverberated within the purse, increasing in pitch as the beam of light expanded into a wall of blinding brightness. Melissa squinted and held her hand to her forehead, shielding her eyes from the overwhelming illumination.

A voice from above called out, making Melissa wince and cover her ears at the volume.

"Darci! Come downstairs!"

Melissa's heartbeat began to accelerate as she heard a dull thumping in the distance, quickly growing louder as someone approached. The thundering footsteps suddenly stopped what sounded like mere inches away from the leather walls holding her captive. She slowly scooted herself backwards towards the shadow in the corner, pulling a tube of lipstick in front of her. She knew there was no place to run, but hiding behind something gave her a small comfort for a moment. A shrill squeal ripped through the air, making Melissa's ears ring in pain.

"Now now, Darci," the woman said sternly, "you need to be more careful with your pets. They aren't cheap you know."

"Oh mommy, I promise I'll take better care of this one, honest!" The younger voice sounded nasally, maybe fourteen or fifteen years old at the most.

Melissa cringed at the thought of being some spoiled teenager's pet. The idea of being kept in a cage like a hamster revolted her, and she curled her legs to her chest as a shadow began to hover over the purse. A set of slender fingers began to lower towards her, each pink tipped nail closing in towards Melissa as she began to whimper. As the soft pads of skin brushed against her bare skin, Melissa caught a glimpse of a young girl's face, her beaming smile plastered across her lips as she wrapped her fist around the diminutive woman.

A childish giggle filled Melissa's ears as she was scooped out of the purse. The flesh surrounding her felt warm and sweaty, causing her skin to tingle unpleasantly. She felt a warm gust of air drift between the fingers that encompassed her body. A sugary scent filled her nostrils with the sweet aroma of cherries; it was pleasant, yet unnerving at the same time.

Melissa was tossed about as the girl holding her adjusted her hands, cupping them to form a crude sphere around the tiny woman. The tiny glimmers of light that pierced through the cracks of the slender digits around Melissa provided only a partial view of her new surroundings. On one side, a wall of pink fabric obscured her view, the neon colors extending beyond Melissa's field of vision. The rest of her view was too choppy to make out where exactly she was, but the room was brightly illuminated, with pale white walls adorned with various picture frames and paintings.

Melissa crawled towards a gap in her giant captor's fingers. Her movement was met with a gentle shake that sent her flying about within the girl's cupped hands. She yelped as her side slammed against the firm palm beneath her, jarring her head painfully to the side. The tossing about within the giant's clutches continued for a minute or two, coupled with the rapid clapping of bare feet on a hardwood floor. The thumping finally dulled, then stopped, and Melissa heard the light metallic click of a latch locking into place.

A wall of light poured in over Melissa as one of the captivating hands lifted away. She was in the girl's bedroom, and glanced nervously around at her new surroundings. The four walls were coated in a cheery pink pastel, the afternoon sun beaming in through the window on the far side of the room. A collection of music posters dotted the walls, spaced unevenly and secured by thin strips of tape on the corners. In the back corner, a large bed was snuggled up against the wall, the headboard almost completely obscured by a pile of pillows.

Melissa's heart sank as she caught a glimpse of a metal cage resting on the nightstand by the bed. She had little time to analyze the details of the room, however, as she was suddenly thrown across the room. She screamed in terror as she hurtled towards the bed, her arms and legs flailing wildly as she crashed into the stack of pillows. The feather-stuffed wall absorbed most of the impact, and Melissa's body bounced like a ragdoll on two more pillows before coming to a stop on the covers.

"Owww..... what the fuck?" She groaned, rolling onto her back as the screeching laughter of her tormentor rippled through the room. Her head was still spinning from the short flight across the room, but as her eyes began to regain focus, she could see the fuzzy outline of the girl approach and become crystal clear.

"C'mere, you!" The giant girl giggled, reaching an open hand towards Melissa. She rolled onto her stomach and began to scramble for a gap in the pillows, but was stopped by a vice grip on her leg. She yelped in fear as the girl dragged her by the leg, her body bumping along the quilted surface of the bedsheets. The fingers unclamps do from her leg, and Melissa whipped around onto her back as a shadow loomed overhead.

"Cannonball!"

Melissa shrieked as the girl's titanic thighs slammed into the mattress mere inches from her body. The force propelled Melissa into the air, her limbs swinging blindly around her. She landed with a dull thud, the wind knocked out of her lungs.

"Hehehe! Bounce little pet!" Darci raised her butt from the bed, slamming it down over and over, each time sending Melissa screaming into the air. After toying with her new plaything, she stopped bouncing, allowing the tiny woman to regain her breath.

Melissa coughed and struggled to support her own weight on her elbows. Her ribs felt bruised and swollen, the mattress absorbing less of the torment than she would have liked. Before she could stand, a shadow began to creep up around her, eclipsing the light from the window. Her eyes bugged out in horror as the horizon was enveloped in long blonde strands of hair, and the terrifyingly playful face of her captor began to descend towards her. The bright red lips puckered together, a thin shimmer of saliva coating the plush surface.

"Mwuuuaaa!"

The girl pulled her lips away with a wet pop, leaving Melissa's face and chest covered with lipstick and spit.

"There!" Darci giggled, poking at Melissa's stomach with her index finger, sending the smaller woman sprawling onto her ass. "Now you're officially mine! Sealed with a kiss."

Melissa didn't bother to try and stand up this time. She crossed her arms and scowled at the larger girl, slowly realizing that she wasn't going to be able to reason her way out of this situation. She glanced nervously up at the girl's face, the grin plastered on Darci's face sending unpleasant tingles down her spine.

The two sat in silence for a few minutes, staring intently at each other. Finally, Darci leaned closer, her face stopping inches in front of Melissa.

"Aren't you gonna run?" She asked curiously. "All my other pets usually try to run away as soon as I set them down. You're just...sitting there." A small frown began to brew on her lower lip, and Melissa shifted her bottom as she became increasingly uncomfortable with the close proximity to the girl's enormous face.

"Go on, run!" A finger playfully prodded Melissa's seated body, knocking her onto her side. "I want to play!"

Melissa rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself up. Her muscles ached from being tossed about so carelessly, and doing what this little brat wanted was last on her list of things to do. She knew running was pointless, and it would give Darci exactly what she wanted. Standing upright on the squishy bedsheets, Melissa crossed her arms in front of her chest, and huffed in defiance.

Darci cocked an eyebrow at the tiny, surprised at the tiny woman's resistance to her simple demand. A smirk began to curl at the corner of her lips, as she realized what she'd need to do to break in her new toy.

"Well, if you're not gonna run away, I guess I'll have to find another way to make you useful." Darci stood up swiftly, and began to slip her shoes and socks off. Melissa waited for the bratty girl to bend over and reach for her second shoe, then she turned and ran for the mountain of pillows. Within seconds, she was scrambling to fit between two of the plush boulders, when she heard a screeching cackle behind her.

"Took you long enough, little pet!" Darci snickered, "but you were defiant, and now when I catch you, you'll have to be punished."

A wave of fear surged through Melissa's veins at the word "punished". She doubled her efforts to disappear among the fluffy landscape, her breaths quickening to keep pace with her heartbeat. Above her, the rustle of fabric being lifted away pushed her on, as one pillow after another were removed from the pile. Melissa gasped as the ceiling above her rose into the air, and sunlight bathed over her.

"Aha! There you are!"

Melissa shrieked as she was plucked up between Darci's fingers. She felt her body hoisted into the air, only to be loosely dropped back onto the center of the bed. Before she could react, Darci lifted one foot into the air, and brought it down on the screaming woman.

Darci giggled as she rubbed her foot up and down along the length of Melissa's body. She began to work her shirt up over her head, revealing a sparkly pink sports bra as she tossed the shirt aside. Her attention turned back to the woman squirming under her foot, her feeble protests ticklish against her foot.

The air around Melissa reeked of sweat, and the pungent odor of Darci's feet clung to her body as tiny droplets of sweat rubbed across her face. Her poor clothes immediately felt damp from the stale moisture, acting as a makeshift sponge for the teenager's sole. The springy mattress molded around her body, compressing her between the sheet and Darci's damp toes. After several humiliating minutes, the weight finally lifted from Melissa, and she gasped a breath of fresh air.

Darci lowered her foot to the ground, and wasted no time in dropping her skirt to her knees. A tingle of delight wound its way between her legs as she watched the tiny woman on her bed try and wring out the sweat that had soaked into her top.

"Oh, just take it off," she said, placing her hands on her hips. Melissa stopped twisting the hem of her shirt in her hands, and turned to face Darci.

"Take them off, now."

Melissa shuddered at the thought; she didn't want to risk pissing off this bratty little girl, but there was no way she was going to strip in front of her. She slowly shook her head from side to side, her eyes widening as a mischievous grin formed on Darci's face.

Darci leaned down and picked up Melissa between her fingers, bringing her up to her face. "Listen here, twerp," she muttered to the terrified girl dangling girl in front of her, "One way or another, those clothes are coming off." Without another word, she opened her mouth, and plunged the tiny woman in headfirst, wrapping her lips around her waist before she could even scream. Slowly, she began to suck on the squirming woman, giggling as she heard a muffled shriek from inside her mouth.

"Let me out!" Melissa screamed, her hands slapping feverishly at the darkness, trying to fend off the lurking tongue that probed her face. She was drenched in saliva, her hair clinging around her eyes and cheeks. Suddenly, she felt Darci tug on her legs, pulling her from the moist cavern with a wet slurp.

Melissa collapsed in the girl's open palm, gasping for breath and frantically trying to brush the spit from her face. As she wiped her eyes, something yanked at her shorts, practically tearing them from her hips. Melissa let out a small yelp as she was jarred back and forth, Darci's dexterous fingers removing one article of soaked clothing after another. Within a minute, Melissa was picked clean by the ravenous fingers, her clothes discarded across the landscape of the bedsheets. Curling up into a ball, Melissa hardly noticed Darci shifting back and forth and she began to wriggle out of her panties.

"You didn't taste too bad, pet," Darci giggled, "but I think it's time I broke you in like the rest of my toys."

Melissa looked up in terror. Break her in? What did she mean?

As if on cue, Darci held up her panties in her other hand, dangling them from her thumb by the waistband. Melissa shook her head slowly her lips mouthing "no" over and over, though she said it too weakly for Darci to hear.

"Now, all you need is a little lube..." Darci cupped her hand around Melissa, and moved her lips above her. A thick glob of saliva pooled behind her puckered lips, then dribbled down onto the small woman. Instantly, Melissa squirmed and tried to clear the viscous liquid from her face, fearful of suffocating on the brat's drool.

Darci watched intently as the saliva slowly rolled down Melissa's face, then breasts, then down between her fingers and the woman's body. She giggled, and began to lower her hand to her waist. The squirming in her fist intensified as Melissa finally saw where she was headed.

"No, please! Don't do this!" She pleaded, her voice wavering as Darci's sculpted ass came into view. She was treated to a front row seat as Darci slowly bent over, parting her cheeks with her free hand to expose her tight pink asshole. Melissa's pleas turned into screams as the fist holding her captive began to move closer to the pale cheeks.

"Stop! Please, anything but this!" She cried, tears mixing with the girl's saliva as she sobbed.

"What's that?" Darci said, her hand inching closer to her anus. "You want to go in my ass? Headfirst?" Her knuckles brushed against the soft curve of her ass cheeks, and she heard the tiny' screams increase in pitch. "Okay... if that's what you really want..." her voice feigned hesitation, but Darci's pulse raced as she continued pushing Melissa further into her ass crack.

"Oh yeah, you're gonna feel so good in a minute." She sighed, and focused on relaxing her ass. A light tickle at her back door sent a shiver up her spine, and she began to move her fist in a slow circle, rubbing Melissa's face and her spit around the rim of her clenched sphincter.

Melissa retched as her head was dragged around the wrinkled skin. The spit coating her body mingled with a fine sheen of sweat along the crack of Darci's ass, and Melissa whimpered as she felt the pressure increase. She took one last deep breath, before her head was engulfed by the pulsing asshole.

Darci felt the delicious intrusion, and let out a contented sigh. She always loved breaking in her new toys, they were so feisty the first time she punished them in her ass. With one final push, she felt the tiny girl slip in up to her waist, and Darci placed her thumb against her anus and rubbed gently. The tiny legs flailed uselessly against her thumb, sending a mild tickle through her nerves.

If hell was real, Melissa was in it. The heat from Darci's rectum radiated through her, and the smell! Melissa gagged and coughed as she finally took a breath, and wished she had just held her breath until she faded into unconsciousness. The muscular ring wrapped around her waist clenched, making her wince in pain as she felt something poke her legs. She tried to move her arms, but the slick sphincter just tightened more, pinning her hands firmly against her hips. Melissa began to sob between dry heaving at the foul odor that clouded the sweltering atmosphere.

Content that her new toy was secure, Darci let go of her ass cheeks, allowing them to clap together and seal Melissa's fate. She stood upright and flexed her cheeks, smiling at the uptick of squirming in her ass. Picking up her phone from her nightstand, she sat down along the side of her bed, feeling her butt compress around it's tiny occupant. Darci scrolled through the countless notifications on the screen in her hands, occasionally pausing to grind her ass back and forth if the struggles from Melissa died down too much.

"Darci! Dinner's ready, come downstairs!"

Darci sighed and stood up, her stomach gurgling softly at the mention of food. As she pulled her panties up, she brushed her fingers along her butt crack, poking at the tiny legs still sticking out of her asshole.

"Better hope Mom didn't make something spicy," she giggled, feeling her panties hug tightly to her developing butt. A small lump at the base of her cheeks was the only visible sign of Melissa's torment, a sight that was soon masked by Darci's skirt as she hiked it up around her waist.

Embedded in the foul orifice, Melissa sobbed and struggled, her lungs burning from the noxious fumes that surrounded her. She shut her eyes and prayed that her mind was playing tricks on her, that this was all a bad dream. Deep within the darkness, a low rumble approached, a wet gurgling that slowly grew louder. Melissa whimpered as the temperature began to rise, and a new sickening stench trickled into her nostrils.

Darci raced down the stairs, her feet slapping loudly on the wooden boards. A smile beamed across her face as she felt a silent fart hiss out of her ass, the gas shaken loose by her sudden movements. Her smile stayed glued to her mouth as she felt the frantic squirming in her crack, and sat down at the table for dinner. She couldn't wait to get back upstairs and play with her new toy...
Stand Up Snack by 3l33thax0r
Sally's dorm room was a war zone. A pizza box and plastic red cups teetering on her dresser, a half-empty beer bottle resting on the floor. Various articles of clothing scattered across the room, flung against the back of a chair, or strewn around the bed. And on that bed was her victory for the night: a tall frat boy who was pounding away at her, the two of them caught up in a drunken love making session.

For Travis, it was another glorious Friday night in college. He had finally worked up the courage to make a move on Sally, and after the nerves had been dulled by a few cups of alcohol, the two had worked their way back up to Sally's dorm. He was rock hard, and the sight of Sally dropping her clothes into a pile on the floor was almost enough to send him over the edge. She knelt on the bed, her ass arched into the sky, beckoning him to come play with it. He greedily obliged, and the two descended into a sweaty mess of expletives and sex.

A series of grunts and moans filled the bedroom, coupled with the strained squeaks of the bed frame. Sally reached up and grabbed a fistful of her hair, her eyes scrunched shut and mouth wide open. Travis began to work his way south, planting wet kisses along the panting ribs and tummy of Sally as she moaned softly. His tongue danced around the neat trim of her bush, eliciting a short gasp as Sally's clit yearned for attention. He smiled deviously, and pressed his gaping mouth over her love button.

"Oh fuck, yes," Sally moaned, grabbing a fistful of Travis's head and driving his face harder into her crotch. Her hips bucked in rhythm to his tongue's movements, her moans becoming more and more vocal as she approached a quivering orgasm. Grabbing her pillow and burying her face into it, she screamed in ecstasy as her thighs clamped around Travis's head, her juices flooding his eager mouth. She leaned back and sighed, dropping her pillow to the floor as she panted for breath. A ticklish trail of kisses worked its way up her ribs, and she twirled her fingers through Travis's curly locks.

"You weren't kidding about having a 'special talent' with that mouth of yours," she cooed, her face flushed under a thick layer of makeup. Travis grunted triumphantly, then pulled the covers up over them. His lips pressed gently against her neck, and the two drifted off into a drunken slumber within minutes.

Travis rolled over a few hours later, his head pounding like a drum. The air around him felt warm and a bit humid, but he didn't feel the covers over his body. It was completely dark, and Travis rubbed his eyes a few times to see if it was just his imagination.

"Shit, no more grog bowl for me," he muttered, rubbing his palms against his temples to relieve the aching hangover he was enduring. Shifting his weight and sitting up, he reached to the side for the nightstand... but it wasn't there.

"Weird, did I roll over that far?" He reached to the other side, searching for the edge of the bed. No luck. Travis's heartbeat began to increase, as a sense of dread began to set in. He had seen it on the news, but didn't think it would ever affect him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he muttered over and over, standing up and searching blindly for something to gather his bearings with. Suddenly, the ground shifted beneath his feet, and Travis stumbled about to stay upright. A dim sliver of light shot across the sky, giving him a faint idea of his surroundings. Right in front of him, a pair of tits the size of a house rested, one on top of the other. The dim outline of a nipple hung a few feet above his head, jutting out in the darkness.

Travis stared in awe, forgetting about his situation for a moment as his eyes wandered up and down the gorgeous landscape. There was no doubt in his mind that these massive tits belonged to Sally, or someone at least equally well endowed. He was snapped back to reality as the lovely sight began to move, the enormous mounds of flesh slowly toppling towards him.

The blood in Travis's veins ran cold. His mind recalled that he had heard about a few guys in the frat "mysteriously" disappearing within days of the shrinking virus inflicting them. Many were never heard from again, but a few had turned up days or weeks later, usually crushed or flattened in a myriad of ways. Travis certainly didn't want to end up like any of his fellow frats, and turned his back to the collapsing mountain of mammaries. However, in his state of inebriation, his coordination was lacking, and not ten steps later he was flailing headfirst into the mattress.

"Wait, Sally! Wake u....mmmff!"

The sleeping student heard nothing as she shifted in her sleep, silencing his squeaks as she rolled onto her stomach. The faint tickle of resistance between her breasts did little to rouse her from her alcohol induced rest.

Travis thanked the stars as he squirmed under the squishy mountain that rested on top of him. He had been lucky enough to be trapped in her cleavage, and spared being smothered to death under Sally's gigantic tits. Still, he was pretty much trapped, and at the mercy of a woman who was drunk and soundly asleep. Several minutes of struggling and pushing against the jiggly flesh did little to free Travis from his predicament, so he finally huffed in defeat and gave up. Each breath Sally took gently compressed Travis between her boobs, and a small patch of sweat formed around his tiny body.

The minutes turned to hours, and Travis was jolted awake as Sally shifted once more. His body was soaked in sweat from her perspiration through the night, and he fell from between her boobs with a wet splat. Groaning at the rude awakening, he turned to face the sleeping goddess. The light creeping in under the covers told him morning was approaching, so maybe he had a chance of getting her attention. Yeah, that seemed like the right thing to do, he thought. Better than being squished again without her knowing he was even there.

Travis began to clamber up the pillow, working his way towards Sally's face. Her cheeks had smudges of makeup across them, her mascara and eyeliner smudged into dark circles around her eyes. The plump lips that just hours before were wrapped around his cock were parted slightly, a gentle gust of air flowing in and out from between them with every breath she took.

Finally reaching the top of the pillow, Travis raised his hands above his head, and began to shout, "Sally! Wake up! It's me, Travis!

After jumping around in front of her closed eyes, Travis's efforts were rewarded with Sally rolling away, her face shifting to face the ceiling. He grunted in frustration, and trotted towards her hair. Grabbing a fistful of the jet black strands, Travis pulled himself up, slowly climbing the smooth cliff of her cheek. Standing atop her forehead, Travis began to poke at her skin with his heel. Starting with her eyebrows, he tapped his foot a few times, waiting for some kind of response.

Nothing.

"Okay, how about her nose?" He crawled onto his hands and knees, slowly scooting his way down the bridge of her nose. About halfway down, he felt the skin beneath him wrinkle in response to his movements. He took the opportunity, and slapped his hand against the side of her nose.

"Sally! Wake up already!"

His actions finally got a response, but not one he was expecting. Travis looked up, hearing the sheets rustling in the distance. A lump rushed towards the edge, and an enormous hand slid from under the silk blanket. Travis watched in fascination as the behemoth hand soared above him, moving faster than he would have believed possible. Suddenly, it dawned on him why the hand was above him, and he gulped.

The droopy fingers lowered down over his body, as Sally unconsciously scratched at the irritation on her nose. Her fingers pushed Travis from his perch on her nose, and sent him tumbling down between her nostrils and upper lip. Feeling the itch moved, but not completely dealt with, the probing digits followed after him, gently nudging him towards the plush red lips.

"Woah, wait!" Travis shouted, feeling his body slide effortlessly across the slick surface of Sally's lips. He scrambled to grip the skin, but the remnants of her lipstick denied him a solid handhold. Travis screamed as he slowly slid towards her open mouth, his chest smearing with the ruby colored lipstick.

In her drunken slumber, Sally felt a mild tickle on her upper lip. She reflexively pursed her lips, puckering them and prodding her tongue against the inside of her cheeks. The squirming between her lips increased, slowly nudging her back to consciousness.

Travis heard a groggy sigh far below him, and he redoubled his efforts to get Sally's attention. His body was smushed between the juicy red lips, his legs dangling uselessly in the abyss of her mouth. He pounded his fists against the soft flesh, ignoring the sticky residue that transferred to his hands as he repeatedly smacked against her lip.

Sally finally began to stir, the spell of sleep falling away from her body. She opened her mouth wide, releasing a long, drawn out yawn as she stretched her arms up to the headboard. She smacked her lips together a few times, her tongue lazily lapping at the smudged lipstick painted around her mouth.

Travis immediately began to panic, his body now plastered to the lower lip of the waking giant, but his position was tenuous at best. The pink beast of Sally's tongue washed over him, saturating his clothes with a generous helping of saliva. He gagged slightly at the overwhelming odor of her morning breath as it permeated his nostrils, the oaky smell of whiskey still lingering in her mouth. He felt the moistened lipstick begin to slide, and he let out a short scream as he was swept into the moist cavern by another passing blow of Sally's tongue. He watched in terror as the morning light was cut off, as the beautiful but deadly rows of teeth came together, sealing him in total darkness.

Sally didn't even register that something had entered mouth, her mind still waking up after a night of drinking and partying. She thought she felt something on her tongue, but she didn't dwell on it as she swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Whatever was in her mouth was gone now, and she didn't give it a second thought.

She rolled onto her side, and noted the absence of Travis. "Should've known he'd be gone by morning," she grumbled, before settling back under the covers. Her stomach growled as she closed her eyes, demanding something other than beer for a change. She patted her belly, and glanced at the clock on her dresser: 8:47am.

"Eh, guess I better get up," she sighed, pulling the covers down to her waist. She stood up with another long yawn, raising her hands high over her head.

Travis didn't even get a chance to climb out of Sally's mouth. The moment his landed against her throat, the muscular walls had sucked him down her esophagus, muffling his short cries for help. He struggled to breathe as the slimy tube squeezed him deeper into her body, sealing his fate for good. His feet were met with a short resistance, before his body was unceremoniously expelled into a pitch black cave filled with liquid.

The stench was unbearable, and Travis felt like he would be sick from the nauseous fumes that surrounded him. The pool of digestive juices sloshed around him from all directions, and he could feel his skin begin to tingle as the acids began their work of breaking down Sally's food.

That's all he was: food. The macabre notion settled in Travis's head, and he began to panic. Splashing about in the darkness, he searched for the wall of Sally's stomach, hoping that somehow he could get her attention from within her gut. After floating randomly in the darkness, he finally felt his hands brush against a slimy wall, and he clawed at it for dear life. Slowly but surely, he managed to pull himself out of the pool of digestive juices, buying a few more minutes in this hellish chamber of a woman's stomach. His reprieve was short lived, as the walls began to rumble and shake violently, tossing Travis back into the bubbling pool of acids and bile.

Sally trotted down the stairs, and into the community kitchen. The scent of freshly brewed coffee touched her soul, and she smiled as she took another deep sniff of the heavenly aroma. Her stomach gurgled loudly, repeating its demand for sustenance. Sally chuckled to herself, and patted her tummy as she poured herself a cup of steaming black coffee. She set the cup down at a table, and turned to begin preparing her breakfast.

Travis was beginning to lose hope. His skin itched all over, and his clothes were beginning to fray from the early stages of digestion. The sea around him was calm for now, but he knew that it was only a matter of time before that changed. Above him, he could hear a rush of liquid approaching. He closed his eyes just as a torrent of hot coffee flooded into the dark chamber, churning the pool of acid around him. The air was filled with the overpowering smell of coffee, a welcome change to the caustic odor of stomach acids.

Another wave of coffee poured in, and Travis began to worry. The levels in Sally's stomach were rising, and so was the amount of gurgling sounds around him. The walls twitched more frequently, churning the mixture of coffee and bile around him. Suddenly, something warm and squishy slammed into Travis, threatening to drag him under the surface. He flailed to stay afloat, and swam to the edge of the rising lake of acids. Another wet splash echoed in the darkness, spraying him with the acidic juices once more. Over and over, lumps of food tumbled in to keep him company, mixed with the occasional downpour of more coffee. Slowly, the lack of fresh air began to get the best of Travis, and he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness as a final lump of food plowed into his body, driving him deep below the surface of stomach acids.

Sally leaned back, patting her tummy in contentment. She tossed out her plate and cup, and headed up to her room to study, the disappointment of her romp last night already fading fast from her mind. Flipping onto her bed with a book and highlighter, she skimmed through a few chapters as her stomach processed its latest meal, including a special little treat.
Hotel Amenities by 3l33thax0r
Brittany gasped as the lights flickered on. Intricate lace curtains hung across the picture windows, offering a seamless view of the sunset. The golden carpet molded beneath their feet as they walked into the room, tossing their bags beside the door. As her eyes turned to the beds, Brittany let out a squeal of delight.

"Ashley, you didn't..."

Ashley simply nodded. "Told you the royal suite was the best." Her hand gestured towards the glass orbs resting atop the pristine sheets, one on each bed. Inside each clear globe was a cowering tiny, no more then two inches tall. Brittany rushed over to the closer bed, and scooped up the ball. Paying little heed to the tiny man being jostled around inside, she held it up to her face to see him better. Her breath fogged up the glass as she peered inside, her bright pink lips parting into a comical smile.

"Do we have to... you know..."

"Return them?" Ashley finished her sentence. "No, they're complimentary with the room, Brit! Enjoy it, play with it!"

Brittany shifted the glass ball in her hand, sending the miniature man tumbling around within. It took her several seconds to find the seam, the orb crafted so precisely it hardly left an blemish in the rounded glass. Her fingers wrapped around the ball and twisted, popping the top off and spilling the tiny man onto the bed.

"Whoops! C'mere, you!" Brittany dropped the glass halves onto the bed, landing on either side of the tiny as he staggered to his feet. Before he could get his footing, a set of manicured white nails prodded his back, and wrapped around him like a vice.

Brittany toyed with her little "complimentary item" as Ashley began to unpack. She glanced at the unopened orb laying on her bed, its occupant futilely trying to roll the glass to the edge of the bed. Little did it realize the indentation in the mattress held it firmly in place, until its new owner chose to move it.

Ashley approached the bed, and lifted up the glass to her face. Without a word, she unscrewed the two halves, dumping a screaming woman into her exposed cleavage. Ashley let out a giggle as the squirming between her boobs tickled her tender skin, then proceeded to press her breasts together. Rocking her hands up and down, Ashley smeared the poor tiny between her tits, coating her in the thin film of sweat that had built up in the humid Cancun heat.

"Brit, when do you wanna head out?"

Brittany looked up from her hands, and giggling when she saw Ashley fish the tiny woman out of her cleavage. "I dunno, twenty minutes? I still have to change."

Ashley sighed, "should've changed before we left....."

"You told me to hurry up, so I did!" Brittany stuck her tongue out, before placing the tiny man back in the glass ball. "Now, you stay put, little toy, while I get changed into something a little sexier." She trotted off with her suitcase into the bathroom, wheeling the overstuffed luggage across the tiled floor.

Ashley smirked down at the woman in her hand. She was sobbing, her hands clasped together as she begged to be released.

"What's that? I can't hear you, runt." Her bubbly demeanor was unnerving for the poor woman, who just continued to sob in front of the giant rich brat. "You want me to let you go, don't you?"

The tiny's sobs slowed, and she nodded her head vigorously. Ashley lowered her hand to the floor, and set the woman down.

"Like this?" She nudged the woman on, towards the door.

Staring in disbelief, the woman turned her head to face the enormous girl, then back to the door. Without a second thought, she took off, trudging through the thick carpet fibers that brushed up against her knees. Glancing back often, she was dumbfounded when the giant girl made no attempt to recapture her. The crack beneath the door grew larger as she approached it, and her heart pounded with the anticipation of freedom!



Boom.

Boom.

BOOM.



In three swift steps, the tiny's path was cut off by Ashley's titanic foot slamming into the carpet, mere inches from the woman. Unable to stop completely, she slammed face first into the hard rubber heel, knocking herself back onto her rear. She began to wail, partly from the pain of running into the massive shoe, but mostly because of the hand that descended from the sky to swoop her back into the giant bitch's game.

Ashley held the girl up to her face. "You actually thought you'd get away?" Her hot breath blew across the tiny woman's face with each word, her hair flailing as if in a hurricane.

"You're mine to do what I want with," Ashley continued, bringing the woman closer to her open mouth. She could hear the frantic screams of terror as she stuck her tongue out, and brushed it against the tiny's upper body. "I could eat you just like that, and nobody would even care if I told them."

The woman was bawling her eyes out, thick gobs of spit smeared across her naked body. The air felt cold as she was hastily lowered, and curled up in a ball once she was dropped onto the corner of the bed. Ashley wasted no time in wiggling her yoga pants down to her knees, exposing a thin pink thong that disappeared between her bulbous ass cheeks. She reached for the crying tiny on the bed, and held her cheeks apart.

"And if I want to put you in my ass, and pull up my pants and leave you there, then I'll do just that!" Her hand pressed between the firm globes of flesh, and she twisted her hand to press the squirming tiny against her asshole. A soft moan left her lips as Ashley released her cheeks, trapping the woman firmly in place. For good measure, she slowly pulled up her yoga pants, the tight black fabric clinging to her every curve as she sealed the woman's fate for the night.

"Enjoy the ride," Ashley said sweetly as she smacked her butt, "I'm sure I will."

As the elastic on her pants snapped into place, Brittany stepped out of the bathroom. Her face was flushed, and her eyes sparkled as she smiled at Ashley.

"Brit, what took you so long?"

Brittany's smile only widened. "You said we could do whatever we want with them, and oh my god is this one a fighter!" She patted her crotch with her hand, and the two laughed hysterically, before heading out the door.
School's Out by 3l33thax0r
The principal?s office was silent, save for the gentle drone of the air conditioning vents. The chilled air wafted through the room, combating the heat of the Arizona summer that radiated through the picture window behind the absent desk. Opposite the desk, a small table was tucked against the wall, a small set of furniture spread out across the wooden surface. A boy, maybe three inches tall, lounged on a miniature couch, his sneakers dangling off the armrest. A few feet away, a small girl perched along the edge of the table, her feet swinging freely over the rounded.

The boy sat up and swiped his small backpack up from against the couch, slinging the brown pack over his shoulder. Though small, his teenaged body was surprisingly well toned, a reminder of his time on the football team before losing his height the shrinking virus. He meandered over to the girl, and plopped down beside her. Waiting in the principal?s office was a boring end to a long school day, but it was deemed the safest place for smaller students to wait for their parents.

?Any word from Mom yet??

The girl tore her eyes away from the window, snapping out of her daydream. Her chocolate brown hair swayed as she turned her head, the ends brushing against the tops of her shoulders. ?William, I told you twice already, she said she was stuck in traffic.?

The boy huffed, and leaned back until his back laid against the cool oak ground. Not having a phone sucked, but having to rely on his sister for communication was even more frustrating. An annoyed grumble reverberated in his throat, but his unintelligible complaining was cut short by the rattle of the door handle.

?Daisy, I thought you said she was running behind.? William said, shifting his weight to sit up. He glanced at the door, eager to finally be heading home from school.

?Mom, is that you?? William called out from the table. Daisy pushed herself up and walked along the edge of the table to join her brother. At only three inches tall, they preferred to stick together, to improve their chances of being seen. Too many stories of kids being crushed by unaware students or teachers had instilled a healthy fear of being undetected in the siblings.

?Mom? Hello?? Daisy cupped her dainty hands over her mouth, shouting towards the door. The siblings watched in anticipation as the visitor rounded the door, but were slightly confused as a stranger came into view. She was certainly not their mother, and didn?t resemble the principal or her secretary in the slightest. This woman was much younger, and in considerably better shape than most of the faculty. As the woman?s eyes scanned the room, a smile crept over her cherry red lips. She closed the door behind her and twisted the deadbolt swiftly, the metal lug locking into place with a soft click.

The sound sent shivers down Daisy?s neck. She recognized the girl instantly; she was Tammy, one of the teacher?s aides in her second period class. Rumor among the smaller students was that she was to be feared, and more than one shrunken student had conveniently gone ?missing? when she was around. The devilish look in the aide?s eyes told her to believe in the rumors, and a wave of chills crawled across Daisy?s skin.

William waved her hands above her head, blissfully unaware of the terrible stories Daisy had heard of this girl. His face lit up when the girl?s face tilted towards them, a deceptively cheerful smile plastered on the bigger woman?s lips. ?Thank goodness you see us,? Willam said as she breathed a sigh of relief, dropping his hands to his sides.

?Will, she?s not who you think...?

?Whew! It?s so hot out there!? The intruding girl declared, as she shimmied out of her gray t-shirt. The cotton material had several dark stains of sweat on it, most notably under her arms and cleavage. As the shirt was tossed aside onto the principal?s desk, William couldn?t help but stare at the perky round breasts this girl had, the full globes of flesh held in place by a skimpy bra that appeared to be a size too small. Daisy wasn?t as distracted by the gorgeous looks, and called out, ?what the hell are you doing here, Tammy??

The girl stopped in her tracks, her lower half covered by a blue plaid skirt. She giggled, removing her fingers from under the elastic waistband of the skirt, letting it snap firmly into place around her wide hips.

?I?m here to take you two home, silly!? Tammy stepped closer to the small siblings, her tanned skin sprinkled with minuscule droplets of sweat. As her bare tummy came within reach of the table?s edge, Daisy and William could see the tiny goosebumps forming on the girl?s exposed skin from the cool, air conditioned breeze. A twinge of sweat radiated from the wall of flesh, causing Daisy to step back and wave her hand in front of her nose. William stepped back too, but not because of the smell. His pants had a small lump forming beneath his zipper, and his shyness got the better of him as he retreated a half step behind his sister.

Tammy?s smile widened when she saw Daisy?s reaction to her sweat. ?Oh, you think I?m a little sweaty, huh darling? You should see my feet.?

Without warning, Tammy?s hand snapped forward, grasping Daisy from the table and dragging her over the edge. Her high pitched screams dropped off as she was quickly lowered down towards the floor.

William snapped out of his hormonal stupor, the sound of his sister in distress shriveling his manhood as his adrenaline spiked. Racing to the edge of the table, he stared over the precipice as Tammy kicked off her sandals, her feet slapping wetly on the wood floor. He watched as Tammy?s fist lowered to the ground, opening up and dropping his sister on top of the large, manicured toes.

Daisy yelped as the ground beneath her undulated, Tammy?s toes wiggling vigorously as she struggled to stand up. The rough skin below her reeked of sweat and dirt, and Daisy?s cringed as her hands felt the damp flesh against her palms. Suddenly, the massive foot shifted, and Daisy screamed as she tumbled onto the floor.

Tammy laughed at the pathetic squeaks from the floor. She turned her eyes back to William, who began to back away from the edge of the table.

?Here, want a better view, little boy?? She snickered, scooping the tiny brother up in her hand. She placed him down next to her other foot, providing William with an unobstructed view of his sister. Before Daisy could stand up, the towering sole lifted into the air, hovering just above her fragile body.

"Daisy!" Will cried out, his arm outstretched in futility as the behemoth foot settled on top of his sister. Her shrieks were quickly muffled into muted screams, her wrists flailing just out from under the sweaty sole.

Tammy stared down at her feet, watching as she slowly pivoted her foot back and forth against the hardwood floor. The tiny girl pinned beneath her foot tickled slightly, her pathetic efforts to escape like a tingling massage for the underside of her arch.

"Mmmfff!!!" Daisy's pleas for help were smothered by the thick doughy sole that weighted down on her. Every inch of her body was coated in Tammy's foot sweat, and her muscles ached. The limited air around her was a veritable jungle of moisture and heat, humid and reeking of stale sweat and dead skin.

After a few more minutes of toying with Daisy beneath her foot, Tammy finally lifted her leg, planting her foot down between the tiny siblings. She watched in amusement as Will raced out from under the table, kneeling beside his older sister as she regained her breath.

Will scrunched his nose as he wrapped his arm around Daisy, her damp clothes practically dripping with the sour odor of Tammy's foot. She was sitting up, panting for breath with a bewildered look in her eyes. Her eyes didn?t even flinch as Will knelt down in front of her face, her expression frozen in horror as Daisy?s sweat trickled down her cheek.

"Daisy! Daisy!" He called out, trying to snap her back to reality. After several firm shakes, she finally locked eyes with him, and began to whimper. Will hugged her tightly against his chest, a surge of anger welling up inside of him. Nobody treats his sister that way and gets away with it!

"You bitch!" He shouted up at Tammy, clenching his fist in the air. "You fucking bitch!"

Tammy reached down, and scooped up the tiny shouting brother. A short squeak of protest escaped Daisy, before her brother was yanked up into the air. Tammy held her hand up to her face, her warm breath washing over the tiny, frightened boy.

"What did you call me, you little shit?"

Will trembled slightly, then stood up in Tammy's palm, his feet sinking into her smooth skin. "I said you're a fucking bitch, motherfucker!"

Tammy smiled. "That's a lot of talk coming from a little shit like you. Maybe I should put you where you belong..." Her fist snapped shut like a steel trap, trapping Will within her grasp. She lowered her hand to her waist, and beneath her skirt.

Daisy sat whimpering in a puddle of sweat as Tammy's hand began to ruffle beneath the pleated skirt. The tiny girl had an unobstructed view of the action, as Tammy's empty hand fished her white panties to the side. She could hear her brother scream, before being plunged between Tammy's firm butt cheeks. Tears began to well up in Daisy's eyes as Tammy adjusted her panties, sealing her little brother in the mammoth ass crack.

Tammy flexed her glutes a few times, squeezing Will firmly between the fleshy globs of her butt, muting his screams. Her fingers traced the narrow crack, before adjusting her panties back into position.

"Keep it up,? Tammy taunted as she glanced back over her shoulder, ?and I?ll treat you like I treat the rest of the shit in my life.? She clenched her cheeks once more, mashing the poor boy further into her sweaty rump. Smiling darkly, Tammy turned to face the weeping girl on the floor.

?Hey, worthless,? she snapped down at the blubbering sibling. ?Your little brother doesn?t feel half bad back there. Though, I bet he?s not enjoying it as much as I am.? Tammy?s hands ran down along her hips, then grabbed her firm cheeks in both hands, slowly grinding them up and down against each other.

?Mmm... I bet it?s really sweaty back there,? Tammy sighed, the lump in her ass squirming in protest. ?All that hiking out in the heat makes a girl all sweaty and gross. Isn?t that right, Daisy??

Daisy yelped as Tammy?s big toe nudged her onto her back, the colossal digit resting on top of her and pinning her legs underneath. She wailed as the pressure increased, straining her knees back against the hardwood floor. The stink of Tammy?s sweaty foot permeated her senses, and Daisy gagged as the towering foot slipped higher and covered her midsection.

Tammy took a step back, then bent down towards Daisy. Resting her hands on her knees, Tammy could feel her panties tighten against her butt as she lowered herself. She smiled, and gradually crouched lower and lower, feeling the thin cotton underwear sliding up her crack, taking little William along with it. The canopy of fabric hung over Daisy?s head, and she could see a thin line of dampness running along the length of Tammy?s crack. The distinct outline of her brother struggling to get free sent shivers down her spine, watching helplessly from below.

?I think he needs to go a little deeper, don?t you think?? Tammy traced her index finger down the length of her slit, the pad of her finger resting on the outline of William?s head. The cotton began to stretch inwards as Tammy gradually applied pressure to her fingertip, slowly wedging the squirming boy?s face further between her cheeks.

Daisy wiped her eyes, and cried out, ?stop, please! You?re hurting him!?

Tammy paused. She heard Daisy?s plea, crystal clear. A dark, wicked grin flashed across her face, turning Daisy?s blood cold.

?Push him deeper? You sure about that?? Tammy nudged her finger closer to her anus, the first knuckle flush with her cheeks.

?No, stop!? Daisy wailed, stumbling to her feet. ?Let him go!? She staggered towards Tammy?s ankle, tears streaming down her face. Her fists pounded weakly against the bony ankle above her head as she began to grow hysterical.

Tammy giggled at the gentle taps on her foot. She pushed her finger in a bit more, feeling her panties stretch and tuck in more. The struggling in her ass grew more pronounced, and Tammy lingered for a moment as she savored the pleasure coming from her behind.

Daisy slammed her fists against Tammy?s pale skin one more time, her legs buckling slightly as she collapsed against the monolithic heel. She turned her head, the muffled screams from her brother finally reaching her ears over the sounds of her own sobbing. Tammy?s finger was pressed in pretty fall; only a pair of indentations where William?s feet were still remained visible. Daisy?s vision blurred as she watched Tammy press her finger all the way into her crack, up to her palm.

Tammy felt a wonderful sensation against her backdoor as her finger wedged poor William fully into her asscrack. The tingling feeling crept up her spine, and forward to her womanhood, triggering a wave of lust through her nerves. She adjusted her new butt toy for a moment, making sure he was snugly pressed up against her puckered hole. Finally, she jerked her finger free, pulling out the wedgie and sealing William?s fate. Tammy pressed her hands on her knees, and stood up straight and tall, towering once again over Daisy.

William was enveloped in total darkness, but every inch around him was alive. The walls mashed against him from both sides, slowly squeezing the air from his lungs. His skin felt the radiating heat from Tammy?s ass, and within seconds he could feel sweat beginning to form around him. But worst of all was the smell. William fought the urge to vomit as he finally drew a breath, the air thick with the fragrant scent of sweat and musk. While he didn?t smell shit, he knew that wouldn?t last, given how Tammy had treated them so far. The rubbery orifice in front of him twitched at every movement, and William prayed it would stay clenched shut for the duration of his stay.

Standing up, Tammy felt her cheeks smush William ever so slightly more, trapping him firmly at the entrance to her rectum. Below her, Daisy had melted into a puddle of blubbering tears. Watching her brother be subjected to such a horrifying fate was too much for her to process, her mind switching off for the time being as she curled up into a fetal position and sobbed.

Tammy bent down again to scoop up the crying girl, her cheeks parting ever so slightly as she did. The wiggling in her cheeks resumed as a wave of fresh air penetrated the damp crack for an instant, but Tammy stood back up before William had a chance to escape. She cupped her hands around Daisy?s weeping form, the tiny sister almost inconsolable at this point. Without saying a word, Tammy pulled back the cup of her bra, exposing a firm, pink nipple to the cool air. Her hand tilted towards her chest, as she quickly dropped Daisy into the gap between mammary and cotton. Hardly a squeak of terror had escaped from her bra before Tammy let it snap shut, slamming the tiny girl into the spongy flesh, the miniature head wedged just beneath her nipple.

?Mmm... that should keep you warm,? Tammy moaned softly as she fondled her breast, squishing the delicate flesh between her fingers as the weak protests massaged her from within her bra. Only a small lump in the bra gave any indication of Daisy?s position, her body pressed firmly into the yielding skin as she struggled to breathe.

Tammy wiggled her hips in delight as she felt the two siblings squirm against her body. Her skirt swished back and forth, and her breasts jiggled slightly with the motion of her curvaceous body. She reached over and grabbed her shirt, slipping it over her messy bun with ease. As she patted the fabric into place, she smiled as the lump of Daisy?s trapped body was completely obscured. She waltzed across the room and slid her flip flops back on, before opening the front door. Her face was greeted with the warm, dry breeze of Arizona air as she stepped out into the sunlight.

?Hope you two don?t mind that I walked here,? Tammy giggled, the heat already causing her skin to perspire. ?I?m sure I?ll be all hot and sweaty again by the time I get home. But don?t worry, you two can help with that.? She patted her chest and clenched her butt, triggering another wave of pleasant struggles from her little captives as she began the long walk home.
Happiest Place by 3l33thax0r
Beth smiled and waved at the crowd of people milling about, her rosy cheeks framed by her wavy blonde hair. She switched hands, lowering her left and raising her right, squinting slightly as the sunlight gleamed off the plastic jewels that dotted her white silk gloves. Dressed in a tight fitting Tinkerbell outfit, she mentally noted that things could be worse, given her new height of four inches. After all working at the ?Happiest Place on Earth? was her dream job, albeit it she had hoped for something a little taller. Still, she got to dress up everyday, modeling the new lifelike outfits appropriately sized for those affected by the shrinking virus.

Her face lit up as a little girl no older than three walked past, her eyes wide in awe at the tiny fairy?s movements. Beth leaned over, and blew the little girl a kiss, and chuckled to herself as the toddler smiled and tucked her head behind her father?s leg. Seconds later, the girl had disappeared into the crowd, and Beth turned around to face the busy sidewalks of Main Street, greeting thousands of park guests as they wandered about.

After another hour or so, she turnnd waved up to her coworker. ?Hey, Marcus!? She shouted, ?Can we take a quick break over in the shade? It?s getting pretty warm for me.? She watcorker sighed, and slipped hs cell phone back into his pocket. Marcus didn?t like being stuck on ?babysitting duty?, as he called it, watching over Beth or the other employees that were too short to work alone. He huffed, and kicked the brakes off from beneath the cart, and rolled it down the curb. Beth grabbed onto the shelf on her left, steadying herself with the boxes of merchandise as she and Marcus strolled across the cobblestone path. Finally, they reached a corner at the end of the street, shaded by a lonely willow tree and less crowded than the rest of the walkway.

Beth walked over to the register, and unlatched a small water bottle from the side of the cash drawer. She flipped the top up, and guzzled down a few mouthfuls of chilling liquid, before splashing a bit on the back of her neck to cool down.

?Yo, Beth,? Marcus said, his voice sounding obviously annoyed at his duties that day of keeping an eye on her. ?I?m gonna head out back for a smoke, be back in five.?

Beth sighed. Marcus wasn?t supposed to leave her alone while out in the public spaces, but technically they were on break, so there wasn?t much she could do besides nod and sigh. Before she had shifted on her heels, Marcus scurried off towards an ?employee-only? exit, whipping out his badge and a pack of cigarettes before his hand even reached for the door handle.

Beth turned around, and sat along the edge of the cart, watching the myriad of people stroll past her. Once in a while, she?d smile and wave at a passing child; even though she was on her break, she loved making the kids grin when they saw her. She finished off the water in her bottle, and grumbled under her breath, ?wonder how long he?ll be gone this time,? knowing Marcus was prone to taking extended smoke breaks.

A loud beeping startled Beth, and she whipped her head around to find the source. She sighed in relief as she saw it was only one of the electric scooters backing up along the sidewalk. The scooter seemed to struggle going up the slight incline in reverse, bogged down by the heavy passenger it was towing. Beth watched for a few seconds as the scooter finally lifted its last wheel up the curb and onto the sidewalk. She reached into her dress pocket, and fished out her tiny phone to text Marcus, when she noticed the beeping grew louder. She glanced up and saw the scooter closing in quickly, on a collision course with the cart!

?Ma?am, watch ou...AHH!?

Beth tried to scramble to her feet when the whole cart lurched backwards, the scooter plowing into the side she was standing on. Her phone flew out of her hands upon impact, spiraling over the edge of the cart and shattering on the concrete sidewalk below. Beth waved her arms in circles, trying to catch her balance, before stumbling forward onto the back support of the scooter. She let out a short yelp as she landed against the blubbery back of the woman driving the scooter. The wall of back fat in front of her shifted to one side before Beth could get her footing, and she screamed as she tumbled down between the obese woman and the lower back cushion.

The woman driving twisted around in her seat, looking to see what she hit. Seeing it was just an unattended merchandise cart, she shrugged and turned back in her seat, shifting her weight to lean back into the seat as she began to roll forward. The little scooter putted along under her weight, its little horn honking at anyone who stood in the woman?s way for more than two seconds. The woman, however, failed to notice the slight increase in padding against her lower back, and was completely unaware that she had picked up another passenger.

Beth squirmed uselessly between the flattening cushion and the woman?s back, her face forcefully twisted to the side so she could breathe. What little air she had was warm and humid, with a lingering scent of laundry detergent. She grunted as she tried to move, but her limbs were pinned firmly in place by the sheer size of the woman on the scooter. Tiny beads of sweat began to collect on Beth?s brow as she remained trapped, giving up after several minutes of trying to budge the massive wall of flesh.

After what seemed like hours, the scooter finally jolted to a stop, and Beth felt a faint breeze of air as the woman leaned forward. Her upper body finally free, she renewed her struggles, pressing one hand each on the leathery cushion and plaid fabric of the woman?s clothes. She pushed hard, trying to lift her hips and legs from being sandwiched against this woman?s flabby body, and felt a wave of joy wash over her as her legs began to rise. The smooth fabric of her outfit helped slide against the seat, giving her a slight advantage over the friction of being stuck for so long. Just as her knees began to feel the rush of blood back to them, Beth felt the woman stand up, and lost her grip. She shouted in fright as the wall holding her in place was suddenly gone, letting her fall unceremoniously onto the seat of the scooter.

Beth rolled head over heels once before coming to a stop, right in the middle of the seat cushion. The leather was faded and wrinkled, with two indentations on either side of Beth, each one easily ten times larger than she was. Beth groaned and roller onto her back, then gasped as she looked above her. The woman?s dress had draped over her like a giant curtain, blocking out most of the light, but Beth could still clearly see the pale white cheeks of her enormous butt hovering over her. The lack of visible underwear sent a chill down her spine; she would have guessed that a woman like this would be wearing a pair of wide panties, not a skinny thong tucked between those mountains of ass!

Before Beth could stand up and run, the sky began to fall. She let out a terrified scream that was quickly silenced as the woman slammed her bottom back into the seat, sealing Beth in the fleshy tomb of her asscrack.

The woman wiggled her butt back and forth in the seat, trying to iron out the lump in the cushion. She bounced a few times for good measure, feeling the lump compress in her crack as she settled back into the scooter. Content with her seating arrangement, the woman began to chow down on the popcorn and churros she had just purchased, stuffing her mouth with a chubby fistful of buttery kernels.

Beth could barely breathe, her rib cage felt compressed beyond a safe limit as she whimpered underneath the massive woman. The heat around her rose quickly, and she could feel the dampness of sweat beginning to form. Beth tried not to think about the fact that most of the sweat she felt probably wasn?t hers, but the sweaty ass that was her current home. The smell wasn?t too bad, but the faint odor of shit was still present in the air as Beth sucked in a precious breath of air.

Time passed agonizingly slow for Beth, who wiggled occasionally to see if she could break out from this hellish position. The sweat began to buildup around her, and once in a while a droplet would trickle down onto her, slowly but surely drenching her costume in salty perspiration. The wafer thin wings strapped to her shoulders were mangled and crushed against her back, the tiny wires meant to hold their shape a mild irritant as they rubbed against her back. A few inches in front of her face was the woman?s thong, straining against tons of cellulite and fat that was piled on top of her. Her feet and arms were pinned tightly in place, unable to move even an inch. The sounds of the park around her were quite muffled from the thick layers of fat surrounding her, leaving only the groans of the scooter as it whined under the weight of the oversized load it carried. The otherwise silent prison was broken by a low gurgle, and Beth began to struggle more as the rumbling grew louder.

Patting her belly, the woman felt her meal beginning the first stages of digestion. She sipped down the last of her large soda, before leaning to the side to let out some pent up gas. A satisfying hiss escaped her sphincter, and she sighed in contentment at the relief of pressure in her bowels.

Beth gagged as the hurricane of noxious fumes washed over her. The heat seemed to triple as the woman readjusted her seat, pressing Beth?s poor face into the sweaty fabric of her thong. Her eyes waters from a mixture of the sweat and foul air, but Beth was still pinned helplessly in place. A jolt from the scooter sent ripples through the woman?s ass, and Beth sobbed softly as she felt her face pressed harder against the smelly cotton thong. Her sobs turned to screams as another wave of gas leaked out of the woman?s anus, bathing her in the stench of questionable dietary choices. Beth?s vision began to go blurry, as her lungs burned for oxygen. As a third fart rumbled past her, Beth finally found the merciful blackness of passing out.

********

When Beth finally reopened her eyes, she let out a sigh of relief. Above her, rows of fluorescent bulbs cast a blueish light down on her. The racket from the crowd echoed off the tile walls, and Beth became keenly aware of the unmistakable rush of water behind her, the kind a toilet makes when flushed. Beth whipped her head around just in time to catch an unobstructed view of her unaware captor?s behemoth ass, the flabby cheeks jiggling as the massive woman struggled to pull her thong back up into the abyss of her crack. Without so much as glancing behind her, the woman waddled backwards towards the electric scooter, placing one foot on the floorboard and hoisting herself up onto the scooter. Beth moaned weakly as the light from above was eclipsed by the heaving curves of the woman?s ass, and could only whimper as the woman allowed gravity to run it course. A muffled squeak escaped from beneath the mammoth rump, followed by a low hiss as the foam cushions were compressed under the weight of its rider.

Buried beneath tons of fat, Beth groaned weakly. Her lungs screamed for a full breath, something she knew might not come for a long while. The limited air smelled of stale sweat and excrement, and Beth tried not to gag as the moist flesh rolled over her face. The massive glutes flexed a few times as the woman adjusted her rear in the seat, forcefully smushing Beth?s cheeks together and causing her lips to contort in pain. Her crumpled wings crackled and snapped, the pressure too much for the frail costume accessory.

The woman maneuvered the scooter to the stall door, and leaned forward to unlatch the thin metal bolt holding the door in place. After her pudgy fingers fiddled with it for a few seconds, she finally managed to slide the lock to the open position, and the door slowly creaked towards her. Her physical exertion leaving her winded, the woman huffed and dropped her bottom back into the seat, sending another short squeak out from under her butt. She chuckled at the peculiar sound, and wiggled her thick cheeks into the seat as she settled in for another few hours of roaming the theme park.

Beth screamed in agony, the mass of cellulite muffling her cries of pain. The mountain of ass the dropped onto her surely would have pulverized her had she not been aligned perfectly with the giant woman?s crack. Beth whimpered in the dark, sweaty crevice as the scooter whined to life beneath her, the jostling of the tires sending ripples through the flabby skin piled around her. Beth could only hope that the scooter?s battery died before she did, her hopes of escape slowly crushed with every bump and jiggle of fat around her.


*Several hours later*


Thousands of people crammed into the cobblestone streets, the sidewalks lined with brick buildings coated in dazzling lights. Along the cordoned off walkway, a steady stream of bodies moved one slow step at a time. A small gap in the crowd existed in front of the lady on the scooter, her chubby hand mashing against the horn every few seconds if someone dared step in front of her.

Beneath the woman, Beth groaned in despair. She had no idea how long she had been trapped under the mammoth rear parked on top of her, but her hopes of escape were beginning to dwindle. The scooter kept lurching with each start and stop, sending long ripples through the flabby skin piled around her. What little air she still possessed was sweltering and humid, and every breath filled Beth?s nose with the faint tingle of salty sweat.

Suddenly, the world felt weightless for a split second. Beth gasped as a beam of light poured in around her, giving her a snapshot of the world outside this woman?s ass. As quickly as it appeared, the light was gone, and Beth felt the immeasurable weight crash down on her once again, pressing every ounce of air from her lungs. She coughed and moaned as she tried to regain her breath, a droplet of sticky sweat dribbling down onto her face and soaking into her matted hair.

The crowd began to dissipate once outside the park gates, and the scooter began to chirp, a small orange battery symbol flashing on the handlebars. The woman chuckled to herself at the timing of it all, and steered towards the drop off area. As she pulled up to the curb, the scooter chirped once more and died, the indicator lights fading out as the wheels ground to a halt. The woman huffed, and shifted her weight, rotating her gigantic butt on the seat. Her pudgy feet flopped onto the ground, and she slowly pushed her weight up onto her legs.

Beth screamed in pain as the sweaty ass cheeks smeared across her, stretching her limbs to their limits as she was contorted by the monstrous forces. The sounds of fabric tearing mixed with her muffled cries, her outfit finally pushed to the limit as the seam along her ribs finally shredded under the force. Just before she blacked out from the agonizing pain, the weight was lifted from her body, and Beth felt a cool rush of air wash over her. She gasped and sputtered, her lungs filling completely for the first time in hours. Her dress and hair were soaked through with sweat, and the fresh air sent shivers down her spine as the stark temperature difference began to register with her nerves.

Laying there defeated, Beth didn?t see the woman waddle away from the scooter. She didn?t see the roaming child walking among the strollers and scooters. Only when a pair of hands descended on her did she even react, but Beth was too weak to do anything more then groan softly. She was hoisted into the air, a faint silhouette of her body surrounded by a puddle of sweat. Only a crumpled pair of fairy wings remained as a memorial to her nightmare of a day.

The world around Beth was a blur as the young child lifted her into the sky, swinging her around like a doll. Beth cupped one hand over her mouth, the nauseating motion causing her stomach to twist itself in knots. As the spinning stopped, Beth tried to get the girl?s attention, but was silenced as she was shoved into something dark.

?Hey! Let me out of here!? Beth cried out, her voice faltering as she shouted. Her back rested against something fuzzy, and Beth could just make out the outline of a rotund yellow bear. The air filled with the plastic rustling of a shopping bag, and Beth looked up to see the sky slowly closing in around her.

?No no no!?

Beth struggled to claw her way up the soft material, but it was too late. The bag shook as the knot was pulled tight, and she slipped down deeper into the darkness. Her sides were wedged between two soft surfaces, but at least this time the stench of ass and sweat wasn?t polluting the air. However, it was much too soft for her to get any purchase and pull herself free. She struggled for a few minutes, before throwing her arms up in frustration.

Beth sighed and crossed her arms, hoping whoever had sealed her in would help her out when they got home. The exertion of the day mixed with the gentle swaying of bag to and fro, and her eyes began to grow heavy. After a few moments, she relented to the wave exhaustion washed over her muscles, and she closed her eyes.
The Desk Job (Part III) by 3l33thax0r
Lisa waltzed into the lobby, her heels clicking softly against the tile floor. She smiled as she glanced at the concierge desk, noting that the employee there was both female, and full size. The young woman looked up from the round desk, and returned the smile to Lisa as the HR manager stepped into the elevator. The remaining space filled up quickly with other office drones, and Lisa resigned to one corner of the small enclosure. She fidgeted as she stood, trying to adjust the small lump pressed against the arch of her left foot.

Desmond winced as the doughy flesh thickened and clamped against his battered body. Though it was still early in the morning, his body was drenched in sweat from Lisa?s massive foot. Not that he had really dried off properly since the day before. Between being pinned under her foot and wedged in her ass, Desmond hardly had a single breath of fresh air. And the things she did to him after dinner made Desmond shudder in disgust, hoping to never experience a woman?s body that way again.

Apparently Lisa had neglected to wear any kind of stockings today, so every drop of sweat pooled onto Desmond within the tight confines of her heel. He kept his lips pursed together, trying to seal out the salty droplets from souring his tongue. It was almost effective, save for the few times that the clenching sole above him squeezed his ribs tightly, forcing a contorted groan of pain from him.

The elevator dinged, and the metal doors parted at the seam. Lisa shifted her hip away from the wall the was leaning on, and walked briskly into the office. The clicking of her heels continued until the border of the carpet, where it was replaced with a soft pattering sound. Turning the doorknob to her office, Lisa swung the door open, squinting as the ?Manager? placard on the door reflected the early morning sunlight into her eyes. She nudged the chair back with her foot, sending a jolt through her sole, and the tiny occupant in her heel.

Lisa heard the latch of the door engage behind her, and sighed in relief. Quickly bending down so that her ass pointed in the air, she slipped off her heels and lifted the left one into the air. Without a word to Desmond, she flipped the heel upside down over her chair, dumping him unceremoniously onto the leather cushion.

Desmond yelped as he was thrown into a free fall without warning, tumbling for the short trip through the air. He landed against something squishy, and was immediately hit with the smell of stale sweat and ass. The memories of yesterday came flooding back as he gathered his bearings, instantly recognizing the position he was in.

Lisa dropped her shoe back to the floor, watching it flop underneath her desk as it bounced off the carpet. Her gaze turned to the tiny man on her chair, and she could already tell that leaving him unrestrained wasn?t going to be an option. Desmond had already hopped to his feet, and was stumbling towards the far side of the chair, probably to jump to what he assumed was safety on the floor. Lisa smirked, and darted her hand after him.

The edge of the chair was just a few steps away from Desmond when he felt something lunge into his back. His balance was upset, and the force sent him flopping face first against the edge of the smooth cushion. Desmond pulled himself closer to the leathery cliff, his head and shoulders hanging over the precipice. From this height, the drop was surely going to hurt, but he had survived worse falls before. He braced his arms against the ledge, ready to propel himself down to the carpet, when something latched onto his ankle and dragged him back. He let out a cry of despair, and tingles of pain shot up from his leg as he was wrenched backwards.

?Ah ah ah...? Lisa taunted, dragging the tiny man back to the center of the chair. ?You?re on probation for trying to escape now, so it?s only fair to secure you for the time being.?

?Probation?? Desmond shouted. ?You said I was fired!?

Lisa snickered, ?Oh, you?re fired from working here, that?s not what I was referring to though. You?re on probation from me, which means I?ve got to punish you until you get the message.? She kept one hand pinning Desmond against the chair, but turned her face away as she reached for something on her desk.

Desmond felt his blood run cold. ?What... message??

Lisa paused her rummaging, and stared back down at the small man trapped in her clutches. ?The message that you are mine now, to do with as I please of course!? She continued to fumble for what she was after, until a whispered ?yes? escaped her lips.

Desmond fought against the thick fingers holding him down, but it was no use. All the strength in his body couldn?t even lift one digit, let alone her hold hand. He grunted in frustration before slamming his fists against the index finger pressing down on his chest. He watched as Lisa turned back to face him, her other hand holding something thin and shiny.

The piece of tape fluttered like a flag as it stuck to Lisa?s thumb. She quickly lowered it towards Desmond, who was beginning to put up quite a struggle once the tape came into his field of view. She pressed the tape across the squirming man?s chest, the adhesive clinging to both him and the leather seat on either side of his torso. She stood up, and placed her hands on her shapely hips, admiring her work.

Desmond wiggled uselessly against the sticky film. His arms were pinned to his sides, and every hair on his forearm tingled as it was snatched up by the glue holding him down. A growing rage built inside him as he looked up, the smug grin on Lisa?s face making his blood boil. There was no way she could treat him like this! It was against everything she claimed to stand for by working in HR!

His anger transformed into fear as Lisa spun around, her skirt twirling about her waist as she moved. Desmond was treated to an unobstructed view of her smooth thighs, and the round curves of her ass cheeks, a pair of thick moons that he was already all too familiar with. He grunted once more as he tried to tug himself free, his voice growing louder as the sky above him began to fall.

Lisa pushed her butt out slightly, and lowered herself to her seat. She could hear Desmond?s protests from beneath her suddenly go silent as her rear made contact with the soft leathery cushion. The only indication that he was there was a firm lump wedged between her butt cheeks, wiggling down there beneath her weight. Lisa smiled, and shook her hips back and forth a few times, working her butt deeper into the chair, before grabbing the sides of her desk and scooting herself forward.

Desmond could hardly breathe, the fleshy tomb surrounding him pressing down firmly on his chest. Within seconds, the temperature around him began to climb, going from a cool office climate to a thick environment of stale sweat. He could feel the humidity on his brow, tiny droplets of perspiration collecting on his forehead as the heat of Lisa?s body radiated all around him.

A low grumble sounded in the distance, and Desmond felt a rush of panic. The night before had been plagued with memories he?d rather not relive, but as the rumbling grew louder, his hopes were snuffed out. The walls around him clenched tight, followed by a long, fissured hiss of hot, foul air.

?Heehee!? Lisa cupped a hand over her mouth, feeling the fart sift through her crack. Her choice of Mexican food the night before was still wreaking havoc on her intestines, though the worst had surely passed the previous night. She flexed her glutes a few times, enjoying the increased struggles from her fumigated lump under her butt.

?Guess you didn?t like that, huh?? She said to herself as she logged into her computer. Trying to focus on her work was going to be difficult, knowing that she had a former employee lodged in her ass all day long. Lisa had a bit of a dominant streak in her, and the thought of subjecting Desmond to the smells of her body against his will was food for the devious parts of her brain. She felt a slight discomfort in her gut, and rubbed her hand on her abdomen.

?Oooo, I hope you can hold your breath, little guy,? She muttered. ?Otherwise, this is gonna be a long day for you...? Her voice trailed off as another small hiss escaped from her ass, prompting more squirming from Desmond a few seconds later.

?Guess he can?t hold it very long after all,? she giggled to herself, her enjoyment cut short as the phone on her desk chimed to life. She sighed, and lifted the receiver to her ear, brushing a lock of hair aside as she began to speak.

Hours ticked by in the office, with Lisa remaining firmly planted in her seat. Only the occasional ring of her phone or the gentle tapping of her nails on the keyboard broke the silence, her bouts of gas simmering down to an inaudible warm breeze. Lisa mused that maybe Desmond was proving to be useful, silencing her farts as she worked. Maybe he was worth keeping around after all.

Useful or not, Desmond was in hell. Choking in a lungful of sulfuric gas, he felt his lungs burn in protest of the foul odors he was forced to inhale. His face was mere inches away from the puckered ring that provided him with the most horrific stench imaginable, a thin strip of a thong the only thing separating him from a point blank blast. He whimpered as his fear began to evolve into despair, and shifted his arms in discomfort.

His arms moved.

Desmond froze for a second, processing the grimy sensation on his arms. The sweat from Lisa had saturated every inch of his body, and had gradually worn away the adhesive holding him captive! He slowly pulled his left arm up, feeling the tacky glue yield to his muscles. Next, his right arm slid free, a thin strand of adhesive trailing down from his elbow as he lifted both arms above his head. Desmond felt relieved to have any sort of mobility, and decided he could to use it to his advantage. He tucked his arms back in, making sure to leave a small gap between him and the tape, lest the glue decide to work once the sweat had evaporated. now all he had to do was wait...

Lisa glanced at the clock, and smiled. Lunch time had finally arrived. She shifted her weight back into her chair, the lull in movement from under her ass noticeable. With a soft huff from her lips, Lisa stood up, and turned around to see Desmond passed out. She bent down and squinted, looking to see if he was even still alive. The lingering smell of her farts rose from the leather, and Lisa crinkled her nose in disgust. Poor guy must have blacked out from being so close to the source! Still, she could see his chest rise and fall slowly, indicating that while he may be unconscious, the sweet mercy of death had not fallen upon him yet.

Without a second thought, Lisa stood up straight, and turned to leave. She made sure the door behind her locked as she stepped out of the office, her feet turning swiftly towards the break room.

Desmond could hear the sound of her heels fade in the distance, his eyes bolting open. He wiggled his arms out from under the strip of clear tape, the sticky film beginning to regain its strength as the moisture of Lisa?s sweat began to wane. He twisted his body back and forth, the tape feebly grasping at his abdomen as he inched his way higher. Once his legs were under the tape, he sat up and scooted backwards, quickly removing himself from the clear restraint.

The ledge of the chair surrounded Desmond. He wasted no time in running, heading straight towards the side facing the desk. Without even glancing down, he leapt into the air, eyeing the soft carpet below.

Even from such a short distance, the landing was anything but soft. Desmond bent his legs and leaned into the landing, tumbling haphazardly into a roll to dull the impact. His shoulder tapped against the hard surface beneath the fibrous strands, and he let out a yelp of pain. Standing up, Desmond clamped his hand over his shoulder, as pain sparked through his upper body. He hobbled through the carpet, his eyes locked on the gap beneath the door frame.

Several minutes passed before Desmond reached his destination. He wasted no time in dropping onto his stomach, his shoulder stinging in pain as he began to crawl on his belly under the wooden slab. As he poked his head out, Desmond glanced to the side and retreated, a pair of heavy footfalls approaching. The black dress shoes thundered past, sending small shockwaves through his tiny body as he crouched beneath the door.

Finally, the coast was clear, and Desmond scurried out from under the door. He bolted towards the elevator, hugging the wall as he went. If he could hop on it before Lisa returned, he might have a chance at getting someone to help him. His mind was so focused on the metal doors in front of him, that he didn?t even check the cubicles as he ran past. Suddenly, he heard a loud booming behind him.

Glancing over his shoulder, Desmond?s blood ran cold. He didn?t know how, but Lisa was right on his tail! He began shouting for help, but was quickly silenced as Lisa bent down, and roughly snatched him in her fist. Desmond tried to scream as she squeezed tighter, but his lungs were completely deprived of any air to make a sound. His vision began to blur, then darken, as the lack of oxygen set in. Pain scorched through his body as his ribs felt like they were about to implode.

Lisa stormed back into her office, the door slamming shut behind her. Without a word, she threw Desmond down onto the chair, and promptly slammed her ass down onto him. He wasn?t centered in her crack anymore, and she didn?t care. Her cheeks were flushed with red as she drew a deep breath, her anger and fear mixing together in her mind.

Desmond caught a single breath, before Lisa sat on him. He couldn?t breathe under her cheek, the expanse of skin sealing him underneath her. The weight of her body kept him completely immobile, through every neuron in him screamed in agony at the crushing force bearing down on him. Any second now, he thought he would pop like a grape under her butt.

Lisa stood up, scooping Desmond up in her hand. She held him in front of her face, glaring at him.

?You. Little. Shit.? She said slowly, punctuating each word as her fingers wrapped around Desmond?s tiny body like thick vines. ?I should just crush you now for trying something like that. But that?s too nice, you?d be getting off too quickly.?

Desmond could feel the blood pumping through her veins, the rapid thumping of her heartbeat carried through her fingers as they pressed around him. She was no longer crushing him, but there was no way he could wiggle his way out now. He sat motionless, his own small heart racing in terror as he listened to her continue, a captive audience of one.

?Not only did you try to escape, you made me miss my lunch break,? she hissed. ?And that?s not going to fly with me.? Lisa raised Desmond above her head, holding him upside down.

?Consider this as me serving your termination papers.?

Desmond screamed as the fingers sprung open, sending him into a short free fall. His face slammed into Lisa?s tongue, followed by the rest of his body sliding over the bumpy surface. His damp clothes were quickly soaked through once more, though this time with her saliva instead of sweat. The light behind him quickly disappeared, as Lisa?s mouth closed.

?Let me out!? he shouted, struggling as the slimy organ under him sprang to life. Up he rose, until his spine pressed against the roof of her mouth. Desmond couldn?t move, his body sinking into the thick tongue as it lapped every inch of his body.

Lisa tossed the tiny man around in her mouth, her cheeks bulging slightly as he fought to break free. She had never swallowed someone as large as Desmond before, but her mind was made up, and size wasn?t going to stop her. She positioned him so his head stuck out from between her lips, and began to suck on him. His cries for mercy were snuffed out as she slurped him back into her mouth, and she tilted her head back.

*gulp*

Lisa felt the man brace his arms against her throat, slowing his descent enough for her gag reflex to kick in.

*GULP*

She could hear his last scream fade away as he was sucked down her esophagus. A bulge slid down her throat, disappearing just below her collarbones. Lisa sighed, then let out a short belch as Desmond plopped into her stomach. She patted her tummy, feeling the frantic struggling from deep within her.

Desmond pounded his fists against the slime covered walls. Everything was dark, and constantly shifting around him, His lower half was submerged in a thick liquid, and his skin was starting to itch. He screamed and pleaded, only to be silenced by a deafening gurgling sound from above. Something cold began to wash over him, causing him to sputter and stumble about in the darkness.

Lisa tilted her head back, draining the entire water bottle in one go. She could feel the water sloshing in her gut, likely making her latest meal swim for dear life. Though it would inevitably wear off, Lisa knew the water would delay his digestion, allowing her to enjoy his pleasurable struggles for another hour or two at least. Maybe if she drank another bottle later, he?d make it until she got home.

She grabbed her toned tummy with both hands, and leaned forward. Her hands shook her midsection back and forth, helping churn whatever was inside around. The squirming inside subsided for a moment, presumably as the tiny man regained his composure, before tickling her once again seconds later.

A smile curled on her lips, and Lisa resumed her work. Her stomach began to rumble, starting the first steps of dealing with the visitor she had given it. She covered her mouth as another burp crept up her throat, and chuckled as she realized her lunch now had that much less air to survive.
Game Over by 3l33thax0r
Eric glanced at his phone as it flickered to life. 2:13AM. He sighed, and flipped the device over, before picking up his controller from the couch.

"One more round," he mumbled, hooking his headphones around his earlobe as the television screen blinked a few times. Eric ignored the news reports that flashed across the screen as he changed the inputs; he had heard about the shrinking phenomenon already to pay any more attention to it. Smiling as the start menu loaded across the plasma, Eric hopped back onto the couch, sinking into an indentation created from hundreds of hours of gaming in the same seat.

He leaned forward as the next wave of virtual monsters spawned, grabbing a handful of chips and crunching on them before jumping back into the fight. A pair of energy drink cans sat crumpled on the edge of the coffee table, a thin ring of condensation gathered around them, soaking into the oaken surface. The darkened room flashed a myriad of colors as Eric blasted, dismembered, and vaporized his digital foes.

A wave of dizziness flooded over Eric, and he set the controller down, taking his head into his hands. "Shit, too much caffeine," he groaned, picking the controller back up before his character was slain for standing around. His reflexes seemed off, like the controller didn't fit right in his hands. His fingers felt numb, the buttons becoming more and more resistant to his muscles as he tried to shoot and jump.

Growling in frustration, Eric determined to finish his match. He scooted forward on the couch, his elbows resting squarely on his knees as he leaned closer to the television. Just two more waves before he was done...

Another wave of nauseating vertigo swept over Eric, and the controller clattered to the hardwood floor. He tried to stand up, but his legs were rubbery and limp. Eric reached for his phone, but as he grabbed the plastic case, he paused. His phone wasn't this big, it was like a tablet in his grasp! Eric's mind raced as he attempted to process what he was seeing, but the room around him was spinning like a carousel, and his consciousness began to slip away from him. Before he blacked out, he pulled himself towards the coffee table, collapsing onto the floor with a dull thud.

Eric groaned as he regained his senses. He rubbed his forehead with the palm of his hand, trying to quell the jackhammer pounding within his skull. Sitting up slowly, his heartbeat began to quicken as he realized what happened. The towering furniture around him was a dead giveaway: he had shrunk!

"Okay, Eric, just gotta keep calm..."

The floor shook gently as a door slammed in the other room, startling Eric to his feet. Dull footsteps began to approach, sending Eric into a panic. Fearing being crushed, he darted towards the coffee table, hugging the wooden leg as a pair of jet black heels walked into view. The dampened thuds transformed into a loud clicking as the slender legs moved closer to the table.

"She's home early," Eric mumbled, recognizing a small butterfly tattoo on the woman's left ankle. The ankle belonged to Susie, his aunt and current roommate of circumstance. He glanced up her leg, following the tanned skyscraper up to the hem of her skirt, and along the length of his aunt?s waitressing uniform. Eric covered his ears as her deafening voice tore through the air.

"Eeeeriiiic! You home?"

The monolithic heels stomped a few inches from the table leg that Eric cowered behind, making him jump back a bit in fright. The hardened leather sole could easily crunch his bones to dust if he was unlucky enough to end up underneath his aunt, a thought that sent shivers down his spine. The many horror stories on the news swam through his mind, tales of tiny people being crushed by their unsuspecting families immediately after they shrank. His eyes never left the heels as they maneuvered in front of him, twisting and pacing back and forth.

"Where is that kid?" Susie muttered to herself, rummaging through her purse for her phone. Pulling it out, she tapped on the screen several times, then held it to her ear.

Brrt!

Eric's neck jolted upwards as the wooden canopy above him vibrated, followed by an exasperated sigh from his aunt as she slumped into the couch. The smooth tan legs crossed in front of him, one heel dangling idly about the height of Eric's head. He slowly walked out from under the coffee table, peeking up towards his aunt. She sat with one arm crossed over her stomach, the other holding her phone up in front of her face as she scrolled down the screen.

Slowly, Eric inched his way towards Susie's heel, lurching back each time her foot shifted or twitched. Taking a deep breath, he sprinted out from under the table, heading full steam ahead towards the massive heel. At no more than two inches tall, the short gap between table leg and pointed shoe was a decent run for Eric, his lack of physical exercise already beginning to show. by the time he reached the leather wall of Susie?s heel, several drops of sweat were rolling down his face, his cheeks flushed red from exertion.

Wasting no time, Eric tried to scramble up onto the smooth surface of the heel. The leathery material offered little friction, but Eric managed to climb onto the lip of the rubber sole, scooting his way with his stomach pressed against the side of the heel until he reached an opening. The low cut design of Susie?s footwear provided Eric a chance to pull himself up higher, collapsing on top of her foot as he gasped for breath.

Susie felt a slight tickle on the top of her left foot, just above her toes. She twitched her foot reflexively, distracted by her phone as she scrolled through her apps. The tickling subsided for a moment, then returned once again, working its way up the pinnacle of her foot and closer to her ankle. Susie grumbled, and clicked her phone off, bending down to see the source of the annoyance. She half expected to see an ant crawling on her skin, probably attracted by the soda and snacks that Eric had lying around the apartment.

Eric felt the ground beneath him quake, and looked up to see his aunt leaning down. Finally, he had her attention! He raised his arms above his head and flailed wildly, the sweat stains under his armpits visible as he hopped up and down.

?Aunt Susie! Down here!? He shouted, arcing his arms back and forth above his head. His hopes surged as his aunt began to lean down, her brown eyes squinting as she leaned towards her feet.

?She?s gonna see me,? he mumbled to himself, grinning. ?She has to.?

Susie saw him alright. Even at his small size, the tiny outline of her nephew was unmistakable. Her heart skipped a beat, as her brain tried to comprehend what she was seeing.

?Eric? Is that you down there?? She cupped her hands on her cheeks, a wave of worry filling her mind. How was she going to take care of him? He certainly wasn?t much help around the house at full size, but now he?d need more attention because of his size. A darker thought lingered in her mind, but Susie pushed it to the back burner as she reached down, gently plucking her nephew up between her thumb and forefinger.

Eric grunted as the colossal digits clamped around him. The pads of his aunt?s fingers covered over half of his body, and even though he was sure she was trying to be careful, her grip felt like it would cave his ribs inwards if she used another ounce of strength.

?Oh my gosh baby, what happened?? Susie held her fingers over her other hand, depositing Eric into her waiting palm. she held him up before her face, her eyes crossing slightly as she focused on the small boy.

?I?m not sure!? He shouted, cupping his hands over his mouth. Hopefully she could hear him, but it was worth trying. ?I passed out last night, and woke up small like this. You have to get help!?

Susie couldn?t understand what Eric was saying, his voice too quiet for her to distinguish his words. She figured he was trying to answer her question, and she caught the word ?help? at the end. In her mind, she knew there was nothing she could do; the world?s best scientists had yet to solve the mystery of the shrinking virus, let alone develop a vaccine or cure for it. At the moment, Eric was permanently stuck at just under two inches tall, and there was nothing she could do to help.

?Sweetie,? she said softly, her strawberry tinted breath washing over her hand as she spoke. ?I know you?re probably scared, but there?s nothing anyone can do about being tiny right now. You know that!? She stood up, and walked towards the kitchen, her heels clacking on the floor. Her hand cupped around Eric, fearful that he wouldn?t survive a fall from that height at his current size.

Eric couldn?t see anything below Susie?s neck, her fingers fenced around him. He watched the expression on her face morph from one of concern, to curious, to puzzled. He wondered what was going through her head, when he felt the hand beneath him tilt backwards.

?You wait here, Eric,? Susie said as she placed her nephew on the edge of the counter. She bent down and removed her heels, stretching her toes out on the cool wood floor.

?Ooo, that feels good, my feet are killing me.?

Eric crossed his arms in front of his chest and scowled. How was she not giving him the attention he needed in a time like this?! He waved his arms to get Susie?s attention, who lowered her ear down to the counter to listen.

?Susie, I need to go to the hospital now! There?s got to be something they can do to fix this!? He shouted, his voice carrying a tone of annoyance. ?Your stupid feet can wait, I need help now!?

Susie groaned, and stood up straight, her chocolate hair whisking down over her shoulders. She scooped up Eric, and held him closer to her mouth, her lips uncomfortably close to his tiny body.

?I said no, and that?s final.? She barked, causing Eric to cover his ears at the deafening booms of her voice. ?One more word about going, and so help me I?ll...?

Eric began to shout, stomping his foot in protest. ?You can?t just keep me here, I deserve to see a doctor!?

Susie didn?t quite make out what he said, but she witnessed his little tantrum, and had enough. Without another word, she crouched down towards the floor, her uniform stretching taut against her rear to accommodate her curves. She moved her hand over her heel, and tilted her palm slowly, until it was vertical.

Eric wedged his hands around his aunt?s finger, hanging on for dear life as the incline of her palm grew steeper every second. Soon, he was hanging from his arms, the insole of Susie?s heel waiting below for his eventual descent. His muscles burned, unaccustomed to bearing his entire body weight for any length of time. His grip began to weaken, and he could feel his palms beginning to slip, when Susie gave her hand a gentle shake. It wasn?t much, but the combination of his poor physical condition, the sweat, and her quick shake were enough to send Eric falling towards the black insole.

Susie watched as her tiny nephew landed in the center of her insole, his minuscule limbs sprawled out around him. She stood back up, bracing one arms against the side of the counter as she rose up to her full height once more. Her foot lifted up from the floor, the doughy sole leaving behind an outline of perspiration. She hovered her foot over the heel, letting Eric get a panoramic view of the bottom of her foot.

?I told you, Eric,? she chided, ?there?s nothing anybody can do about being shrunk right now, so you?re just going to have to wait! Now, I said my feet were sore, so you?re going to help with that. Think of it as punishment for talking back to your aunt.?

Eric was repulsed by the strong odor coming from within Susie?s heel, and cringed in disgust as he heard her words. He tried to stand, but the sky above him darkened as Susie?s sole began to wriggle its way into the heel, slowly blocking out all light. The smell instantly grew worse, as the source returned to replenish the sweat evaporating from the moist insole.

Eric scooted on his back, trying desperately to escape the encroaching foot. He almost made it to the toe section before a thick, pudgy digit plowed into his face, knocking himself flat on his back. His chest and face were smeared along the underside of her toes as Susie slipped her foot the rest of the way into her heel, and he felt his body pinned under the ball of her foot.

Susie scrunched her toes a few times, trying to situate her shoe?s new passenger in just the right spot. She could feel his tiny limbs wiggling between her toes, a gentle and welcome sensation to her sore foot.

?That?s a little better, Eric. Keep it up and I?ll let you out after lunch. Maybe.?

The heat around Eric was incredible. Sweat covered every inch of him, soaking his clothes and dripping onto his face. He sputtered as the salty liquid splashed his tongue, leaving a bitter and dusty taste in his mouth. He wretched as the bottom of his aunt?s toes curled, mashing into his face and pressing the back of his head firmly into the insole. Sweat pooled around the indentation made by his skull, and Eric could feel his ears clogging with Susie?s perspiration. He flailed vigorously, pounding his fists against anything he could reach. IT seemed to have the opposite effect though, as his aunt responded by squeezing her toes harder, pressing the air out of his tiny lungs.

Susie walked back to the couch, and flopped her butt onto the center cushion. She crossed her legs, the shoe holding her nephew hostage dangling in the air. His weak struggles seemed to increase as some of the weight was lifted off him, so Susie leaned back and enjoyed the massage.

?Mmm... keep that up, Eric, and I might even save some lunch for you.? She closed her eyes, her mind quickly drifting off to sleep after a long shift at work. At least she had someone to rub her feet today, a pleasant change from the past eleven years...
A Lovers Experiment by 3l33thax0r
?Oh Douglas, where are you?? The angelic voice called down through the hallway. ?I?ve got a surprise for you!?

Douglas sighed, tapping the mute button on his miniaturized computer, and stood up from his pint-sized desk. He didn?t quite catch what his wife said, but the pattering of feet towards his home office told him she was on her way. He turned to face the office door just as a hand reached in and flicked the light switch on, filling the room with blinding light. As Douglas squinted from the barrage of light, a giddy young woman stepped into the room, and scampered over to the small workstation. She quickly knelt down, bringing her diamond blue eyes level with her five inch husband.

?You?ll never guess what I?ve decided to do.? She teased, gently poking Douglas in the ribs. ?Go on, guess!?

Douglas chuckled, and pushed his wife?s finger aside. ?Samantha, dear, how on earth am I supposed to guess when you haven?t given me a single clue?? He looked up at the perplexed face of his wife, her tender cheeks framed by her smoldering red hair. He grinned slightly as her lips mouthed out silent ?oh?, before speaking.

?You found a place for our anniversary trip?? It was a shot in the dark, but Douglas figured it would at least get the ball rolling.

Gemma giggled, her laugh having the slightest raspy touch that always gave Douglas goosebumps. Four years of marriage, with four months of that being spent adjusting to his new size after catching whatever shrinking epidemic had struck the planet. And yet, there was always a spark between them, whether it was galavanting off to some remote destination Gemma chose, or a puzzle of riddles and romance that Douglas conjured up for them to play.

?No, silly! I?ll give you a hint: it has to do with what I just bought.?

Douglas raised an eyebrow, confused. Gemma was at the supermarket earlier that day, but what on earth could possibly be so exciting about groceries?

Back and forth the two of them went, with Douglas guessing wildly and Gemma giving vague hints. Finally, she had enough of his absurd ideas, cutting him short as he rattled off something about duct tape and eyebrows.

?Okay, goofball,? she giggled, scooping up her tiny husband in her hand. ?Maybe I should just show you.? She stood up, and placed Douglas gently between her breasts, patting him on the head as she walked out of the room. Nestled between the soft globes of flesh, Douglas felt his body reacting to the situation in his pants, and braced himself with one arm on either side. His hands sank into the smooth skin, the faint scent of Gemma?s body wash wafting up towards his nose.

Gemma sat down at the kitchen table, where a stack of colored boxes lay strewn about. Most of them were torn open, with bits of corrugated paper littered across the tabletop. Douglas sighed, recognizing some of the boxes that hadn?t been butchered open as cosmetic items. The row of shiny tubes lined up in the center of the table hinted that they were lipsticks, a theory that was quickly confirmed as Gemma set him down and lifted one of the cylinders into the air, removing the cap with a quiet pop to reveal a pasty blue gel.

?Honey, why are there so many lipsticks here? Does this have to do with your surprise??

Gemma nodded eagerly, and began to expertly the colorful lipstick to her luscious, full lips. Douglas watched in idle curiosity; while he didn?t care much about makeup, he was always intrigued by the skill his wife possessed with the various items she tried out.

?So, are you going to actually tell me what you?re all worked up about, babe??

Gemma set the tube down and smiled, her lips shimmering with the fresh coat of paint she applied. ?Well, you know how I like to try new products every now and then, and see how they hold up in real life situations??

Douglas nodded. ?Like that powder that was supposed to work like sunscreen, but you got fried anyway?? He smiled slightly, remembering the ordeal well. He had helped apply cream to her burnt little cheeks after a long day in the sun, her poor delicate skin pink and warm for a week after the failed test.

?It was a primer,? Gemma said, her expression darkening as she saw her husband?s grin. ?And yes, kinda like that, but this one won?t involve me getting sunburned. I want to try and see which of these lipsticks can hold up to some intense kissing, without smudging.?

The grin on Douglas?s face grew. ?I think I see why you brought me out here. But how many are there to try?? He glanced around again, counting fourteen cylinders of lipstick stacked behind him. Some were silver, others were studded with plastic jewels, or black and spiked.

?Oh, there?s more! I still have to unpack.? Gemma motioned to the unopened boxes, and Douglas felt his heart beginning to race. ?But I think I have enough to get started, so...?

Douglas was still facing the lipsticks when Gemma leaned forward, her lips puckering up for a smooch. He felt the warm breath on his back just before her plush lips collided with him, knocking him off balance. He stumbled, and rolled onto his back, his giant wife?s smiling face hovering inches above him.

?Woah, babe! Little heads up, will ya....mff!? His protests were cut short as his wife?s mouth lowered down onto him, her lips smushing him down against the table as she gave him a sloppy wet kiss. In her mid, she mentally counted to ten, before lifting her lips away with a loud smack. Upon seeing her handiwork, Gemma broke into a fit of giggling, her bubbly laughter filling the room.

Covered from the waist up in sticky lipstick and his wife?s saliva, Douglas wiped his eyes and blinked a few times. Above him, Gemma was just calming down from her laughter, though she snickered when she glanced back down at him.

?Baby, I think you go something on your shirt.? She began to giggle again, the giant blue lip outline matching horribly with the rest of the wooden table. Douglas leaned forward and sat up, tiny strands of saliva stringing from his arms to the tabletop. He whipped off his shirt and wiped most of the remaining stickiness from his face, then wadded the ruined cloth up into a ball. His jeans stuck out like a tent below his navel, and Douglas knew this was going to be a long, fun afternoon.

?Is that the best you?ve got, hun?? He shouted up at her, lobbing the blue glob of shirt and lipstick at her. The soiled fabric bounced off her left breast, leaving a small blue streak along the curve of her rack as it rolled into her cleavage. Gemma?s mouth hung open, shocked by the jest from her husband. Her open lips curved into a feisty smile, one that Douglas knew all too well.

?No, sweetie,? she said seductively, eyeing the man on the table. ?I?ve got so much more planned for you today.? She reached forward, and snatched the tiny man up in her hand, before bringing him up to her face for another kiss. Her lips danced over his body, smearing the thick coloring over his bare chest. Once or twice, she poked as his torso with her tongue, adding a little more saliva to the mix as she kissed every inch of her husband?s tiny body.

Douglas was loving every second of it. The warmth of his wife?s breath washed over him with every kiss she planted on him. Her lips molded around his body as she pressed him against them repeatedly. The pressure of her thumb against the zipper of his jeans was sending a firm signal of pleasure through his body, something he hoped Gemma would notice eventually.

After a solid two minutes of kissing, Gemma pulled her hand away from her lips. She could hear Douglas catching his breath, and smiled as she adjusted her grip.

?Feels like someone is enjoying himself with this test,? she cooed, gently rotating her thumb against Douglas?s midsection and groin. ?I promise this will end well for you if you can make it through all of them.?

Douglas cocked his head to the side as he rubbed the blue gel from his face once more. ?Make it through, meaning...??

Gemma set him down, and stood up quickly. ?Take off your pants, baby, I?ll be right back.? She spun on her heels, and trotted off down the hallway, leaving Douglas alone on the table, caked in lipstick. He rubbed at the drying gel on his face, the color embedded deep within his beard and hair. He was still rubbing at his chin when the familiar patter of his wife?s feet returned. He looked up to see Gemma holding a handheld mirror in one hand, and a box of wipes in the other.

?Babe, I was serious about the pants. Lose ?em!?

Douglas quickly undid the zipper, and pushed the pants down his thighs. The denim was caked with lipstick, and proved a bit difficult to pry from his feet, but he managed to do so after a few forceful tugs. His legs were the only part of his body not doused in blue, a trait he was sure wouldn?t last long.

Gemma took her seat once more, and began to assess the damage to her lips. She frowned slightly as she saw streaks of blue stretched up to her nose, and down to her chin. ?You smudged it on purpose!?

?Hey, I didn?t exactly have much say in the matter, honey.? Douglas shrugged. Gemma pouted for a moment, then raised her eyebrows and nodded halfheartedly, her silent way of agreeing with him. He chuckled to himself, and watched in lustful fascination as Gemma grabbed a wipe and began removing the blue from her face.

?Do I get one of those?? He asked, eager to remove the dye from himself.

Gemma continued wiping away at her face without a word, but her lips crept back into a playful smile. She folded the wipe in half, and dropped it over Douglas, letting it flutter down onto him. She giggled as the wipe covered her husband completely, and she reached for the next tube of lipstick as he crawled out from underneath the wipe.

?Haha, very funny,? he muttered to himself, brushing him forearms against the moist cloth. The color wasn?t coming off so easily, it really just smeared into a lighter blue. His focus on the wipe was enough to keep him distracted as Gemma finished applying the second coat to her lips, this time painting them a bright pink.

?C?mere, baby,? she said softly as she scooped her her husband once more. She felt a slight tingle in her loins as she saw the expression on Douglas?s face change from annoyance to excitement as her lips came into his view.

?Here are the rules. You don?t get to cum until I finish trying all the lipsticks on the table.? Gemma smiled coyly as she held her tiny husband, her index finger gently pressed against his boxers. ?I promise not to tease you too much, but I?m not gonna go easy with the kisses, okay sweetie??

Douglas felt like his heart was ready to pound out of his chest. ?And what do I get if I make it till the end??

Gemma simply smiled, and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. ?I promise, you won?t regret it if you make it, babe.? Her blue eyes burned just a bit brighter as she said that, the spark between them still alive and well. Without another word, she mashed her lips into Douglas?s upper body, quickly covering him in a fresh bath of saliva and coloring. The blue from his skin melded with the neon pink, forming a gentle violet hue as his body was assaulted from every angle with ferocious kisses.

Just as his lungs started to burn for air, Douglas felt his wife?s plush lips retreat, a thinning strand of saliva trailing off from his chest. His chest heaved up and down as she set him down, lifting the mirror to see how the second color worked.

?Mmm, this one didn?t do so well,? Gemma huffed. Streaks of pink extended to the base of her button nose, and a pair of tiny pink handprints were smudged under each nostril. She quickly wiped away the evidence with another wipe, and began to smear a third lipstick on.

Douglas barely had time to scrape the thick goop off his body before he was hoisted up once more, the playful giggling of his wife ringing in his ears. The pressure of her finger wrapped around his crotch sent a tingle of pleasure up his spine, and he prepared for another round of kisses.

Kiss, check, wipe, and replace. Over and over, Gemma repeated the process with her tiny lover, her kisses becoming more heated with every round of making out. By the time she reached for the last stick of lip gloss, both she and Douglas were panting, their bodies craving more. Gemma took her time with the final tube, smearing a deep, glittering red hue across her lips with an agonizingly slow speed. She glanced down at her husband, who was squirming slightly as he looked up at her, turning his face when he noticed her eyes feasting upon his tiny form.

?You like what you see, my little sweet?? She cooed, dragging her pinky finger down the contour of her lower lip. She then pointed towards his waist, and flicked her finger down slightly. ?Lose the boxers, honey.?

Douglas felt a rush of color in his cheeks. He knew what that meant, and the feisty glimmer in his wife?s eyes was almost enough to send him over the edge. Without hesitation, he pushed A shadow fell around him as Gemma leaned overhead, her breasts pressing together against the table as she moved closer. A warm gust of her breath flowed down onto him, and Douglas stared straight up as the glimmering lips puckered inches above his head. He closed his eyes as Gemma began to lower her face towards him, the glossy lips sliding gently around his head with ease.

Gemma let out a small moan as her lips wrapped around her husband?s body. His shoulders slipped into her mouth easily, followed by his arms and chest. She let her tongue slither forward slightly, rubbing the entire front side of Douglas with the slick pink muscle. A purr of lust rumbled in her throat as she felt the tiny bulge of his member on the tip of her tongue.

The vibrations of her moans reverberated through Douglas, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He felt his legs go weightless as Gemma lifted her head, her plush lips gently sucking on his hips to hold him in place. All around him, the sauna of her mouth warmed his damp skin, her tongue dancing about in the darkness. He could feel her run the tip down alone the length of his chest, tasting the savory flavor of his skin mixed with lipstick and her saliva. He was in heaven.

Gemma?s eyes crossed as she glanced down at the tiny pair of legs kicking from between her lips. A muffled giggle erupted through them, parting slightly to allow a few slivers of light into the humid cavern of her mouth. She felt her husband squirming, and with a low moan, slurped him fully into her mouth. Her lips sealed together behind his feet, and she let her tongue get to work.

In the blackness of Gemma?s mouth, Douglas wriggled around, trying to share the cramped space with the slimy inhabitant underneath him. The bumpy surface provided little traction, coated in a thorough layer of spit. His hands darted outward to steady himself, columns of saliva trailing from his limbs as he moved. The ground beneath him quaked, tossing him aside as it pushed him into the corner of her cheek. He stretched out, allowing his wife to drag the tip of her tongue along the entire length of his sopping wet body.

In her playful mood, Gemma walked into the bathroom, flicking on the lights as she entered. Her cheek was puffed out on one side, a lump moving about within her mouth. She giggled a bit at the spectacle of her reflection, and gingerly poked her index finger at the bulge in her cheek. She was met with a gentle squirming on top of her tongue as she pushed him back into the center of her mouth.

Douglas felt the rough terrain rise up, smushing his body against the roof of Gemma?s mouth. He covered his ears, knowing what was about to happen. A deep gulp resounded around him, the air pressure dropping suddenly as the excess saliva was drained down the back of his wife?s throat. Dropping back down, Douglas was nudged onto his back by the agile pink muscle, and he felt a growing sensation in his groin as the tongue began to probe between his legs once more.

Gemma stroked the tip of her tongue in short, rapid bursts. She could feel Douglas writhing in her mouth, his back propped against the inside of her front teeth as she applied more pressure to his hips. A quiet squeak of pleasure seeped through her lips as they parted, her husband?s moans quickly silenced as the tacky lipstick sealed back together. She began to pucker her lips, sucking lightly on her little morsel as she pressed harder against his crotch. As she adjusted her technique, the tiny legs around her tongue began to tense and spasm, signaling that Douglas was close. Lips still puckered, Gemma fought back a smile as she lapped her tongue vigorously against the squirming man, until a twinge of sweetness sank into her tastebuds.

?Mmm... thath?s my lithel man,? she murmured through her teeth, her tongue sliding along the base of her mouth and scooping up an exhausted Douglas. Her lips parted with a quiet pop, and the red carpet rolled out, dropping her husband into her waiting palm. Her angelic eyes watched him as he caught his breath, streaks of lipstick and saliva covering every bit of his body.

?Muah!? She placed a soft kiss on his upper body, leaving another batch of glimmering red residue on his painted skin. ?You?re a pretty good snack, baby.?

Douglas panted, and adjusted his footing as the hand surrounding him lowered down to the table. He grabbed another wipe and began to towel himself off, the red dye transferring from his skin to the moist cloth. Tossing the wipe aside, he walked back to the waiting palm, his personal elevator to Gemma?s face.

?So, did you get the result you wanted?? He asked, grinning from ear to ear. His cheeks were still rosy, despite removing the lipstick from them.

?I did,? she cooed, ?especially from you, handsome.? Her finger poked at Douglas?s belly, bumping him onto his ass as she giggled. ?But I do hope you?ll make it up to me tonight.?

Douglas chuckled, and picked himself up. ?Why wait, my love?? Now it was Gemma?s turn to blush, and the look in her eyes changed from embarrassment to lust in a heartbeat. Douglas smiled as the hand around him closed, like a flower?s petals after sunset.

?I think I?ll just take you up on that offer,? Gemma said, her voice low and husky. She switched off the kitchen lights, and her free hand bean to tug at her panties as she walked towards the bedroom.
The Little Gift by 3l33thax0r
Author's Notes:

A derivative of "The Little Shop" chapter.

Abby?s eyes opened slowly, the rustle of her sheets rubbing her bare skin as a faint metallic tapping sounded in her ears. She yawned, and moved her head to peek out at whoever was disturbing her slumber. The linens in her hand didn?t feel like her own, but she wrote it off as the late night of drinking, and that she had probably passed out on someone?s couch. At least one of the partygoers had been kind enough to cover her up for the night, she thought. Though the blanket did have a unique papery texture to it...

Her messy red hair hung in front of her face as she poked her head out from under the thin blanket. She wasn?t expecting a woman sitting in front of her, separated by two rows of metal bars. The woman?s face was marred with a look of concern, and Abby?s heart began to race. Was she in jail?!

Her mind jolted awake, and she jumped back from the woman?s arm, wrapping the blanket tightly around her body. The flimsy thing ripped as she hugged it tight, a seam splitting below her hip as she scurried on all fours to the far end of her... cage? Anxiety crept into Abby?s brain as she saw that she was surrounded on all sides by the metal fence, the walls joining above her to form an arched ceiling of twisted silver beams.

?Get away from me!? She yelped, trying to conceal herself under the fraying blanket. The chains of slumber slowly falling from her mind, Abby was disoriented by the sheer size of everything around her. It was like she had... oh god, no.

She had shrunk.

Abby began to sob. The sheet around her naked body was merely a tissue, tattered by her frantic awakening moments ago. She looked up at the woman sitting in the cage beside her, her vision blurred by the swell of emotions churning inside her. Where was she, and why was it so dark and terrifying?

The woman held a finger up to her lips. ?It?s okay, nobody is gonna hurt you,? she said softly, her voice calm given the circumstances. Abby?s chest stuttered as she took a deep breath, trying to control her crying. Her cheeks glistened with two lines of tears, the mascara below her eyes melting down slowly. She began to scoot forward towards the woman, keeping the shredded tissue around her body with one arm.

?Where... where am I?? Abby asked, her voice shaking.

?I don?t know exactly,? the woman replied, glancing down at the cardboard floor of the cages. ?I was grabbed one night and woke up here, just like you.?

Abby?s eyes started to leak once more, sending another barrage of tears sliding down her freckled cheeks. She didn?t even have time to process being shrunk, and she was already taken away by some stranger!

?Hey, hey!? The woman said softly, a maternal instinct in her voice. ?Nobody is gonna hurt you. They haven?t hurt me since I arrived last week.?

Abby buried her face in her hands, and continued to sob. the tissue finally served its intended purpose, absorbing the tiny droplets from her puffy eyes as she sniffled. The woman reached forward, and gently patted Abby?s shoulder. It made Abby feel a little better... at least she wasn?t alone. She looked up at the woman, and took a slow breath.

?Bu-but, but why?? She blubbered, wiping her hand across her cheek. The mascara smeared across her cheek further, stretching to the base of her nose.

?I... I don?t know,? the woman replied. ?I?m sorry.?

Abby looked down towards her lap, her mind trying to process all that was happening. She sat silently for several minutes, her crying slowed to a gentle sniffle here and there.

Suddenly, a loud rattle filled the room. Abby?s head bolted up, peering into the darkness to see where the noise came from. She got her answer as a blast of brilliant white light spilled into the room, and she covered her face as she was temporarily blinded by the light?s intensity.

?Hey, what?s your name?? The woman whispered next to her.

Abby turned her face towards the voice, her eyes squinted shut as they tried to adjust to the new source of light. ?Huh? Oh, I?m Abby.? She replied.

?Okay, Abby, whatever you do, don?t be scared, and do exactly what you?re told.? The woman scooted back form the cage wall, huddling near the rear of the metal enclosure.

Abby cocked her head to the side. Who was she talking about? ?Wait, why??

?Shh!? The woman hissed, her face growing more terrified as the light began to dim once more. ?Just do it!?

Abby scooted back, mimicking the woman next to her, and curled up in the back of her cage. A loud crack resounded through the room, causing her to jump as she situated herself. She turned back to face where the light came from, just in time to see a man emerge from the shadows. He was rather pudgy, with a pair of silver spectacles mounted on the tip of his nose. Abby cowered as the man glanced over each of the cages, his gaze sending shivers down her body. A low grunt sounded from the man?s throat as he turned to walk away.

Abby crawled towards the woman. ?What?s going on?? She asked, completely puzzled by the whole ordeal. Why didn?t the man do anything?

?Shh!? The woman held up her finger to her lips again, the look of distress growing more pronounced in her facial features. Abby?s heart thudded inside her rib cage, as another wall of light rolled over them. She cupped her hand over her mouth, as if to shush herself, and began to scoot back as the woman motioned for her to move away.

Another man walked into view, much taller than the first. His face was obscured by the shadows, and his hands were tucked in the pockets of a dirty pair of jeans. Abby watched as the man crouched slightly, bringing his face into view. Her eyes darted bacon and forth between the towering giant, and the woman beside her. She could feel her breath quicken, her heart ready to pound out of her chest. A single tear trickled down her cheek, splashing into the tissue on her lap.

?You look pretty new, aren?t you sweetheart?? The man?s voice was low and gruff, and sent chills across Abby?s forearm. She could feel him staring down at her, and she tried to curl further into the corner. The cage clinked in front of her as the man tapped his fingers along the metal bars. She watched in terror as the rough hands pinched at the cage door, a whining creak filling her ears as the hinges swung open.

A second later, the hand darted into the cage, barreling towards her. Abby let out a scream as the grimy fingers latched onto her tiny frame, yanking her forward and into the sky. Her view was obscured by the thick trunks wrapped around her body, her skin rubbing against the dry fingertips as they held her tightly within their grip. The world around her was spinning as she tried to scramble to freedom, but the thick fingers kept her locked in place. Her feet kicked uselessly below her, swinging as she squirmed to break free.

Suddenly, the hand surrounding her sprang open, and Abby felt weightless. She shrieked in absolute terror as she plummeted down, a dark pit below her closing in fast. Her body slammed into something firm, and she careened sideways until her back pressed against a thick fabric. Gravity continued to pull her lower, and she slid deeper into the darkness, the air growing thicker and more heated. Her descent came to an abrupt halt, as she slammed face first into something thick and fleshy.

Abby choked as she took a breath, her mouth filling with the taste of stale sweat and body odor. The light above her disappeared with a snap, trapping her in absolute darkness. Her body shook as she sniffled, her nose stinging from the potent smell. She tried to move, but her hands sank into the skin in front of her. It pulsed at her touch, hardening and pushing towards her. The fabric behind her pulled taut as she scooted back, whimpering as the unseen beast in front of her enlarged to consume all available space. She felt something bump her from beyond the fabric, and could only manage a tiny squeak before her face was slammed into the thick flesh.

Her screams trapped in her throat, Abby writhed as even breathing became difficult. Her lips contorted as she sipped in hot, sticky air, her face mashed into the throbbing wall of flesh. She tried to deny where she was, but in her mind she knew there was only one explanation. She was trapped in the mans?s underpants, and... she shuddered as she broke down into tears, her sobs smothered out by the phallic warden keeping her hostage.

The temperature around Abby continued to climb, as the giant moved around. She heard some muffled words being spoken, but couldn?t discern what they were saying. Something began pushing against her back, pressing her further into the behemoth cock. She flailed weakly, sandwiched between the man?s junk and the counter. After a moment, the ding of a cash register springing open sounded, followed by a quick slam that sent a jolt through her body. She gasped for air as the pressure subsided, the man backing away from the counter as he fumbled for something. The cotton prison began jostle back and forth as the giant took a few steps, and Abby sank her fingers into a seam, trying desperately to not get crushed between the towering thighs churning a few feet away.

Wherever the man was headed, it wasn?t nearby, and he seemed to be walking the entire distance. The sun outside didn?t penetrate through his jeans, but the heat radiated its way in, turning his crotch into a foul smelling sauna. He didn?t care for the traveling conditions of his latest purchase, his mind preoccupied with plans he had for the evening. He rounded the corner of the city block, and began the trek back to his apartment.

Abby cried quietly in the darkness, her tears merging with the droplets of sweat the trickled down her face. The smell was awful, and she coughed as the heavy musk settled on her tongue, sweat dripping onto her face. She lost all sense of time and direction as she was constantly bounced around in the damp sack of her giant owner?s underwear.

After what felt like hours, her weary face perked up at the sound of a door slamming nearby. The sounds of the street were muted, and all she could hear was the rhythmic thumping of the man?s footsteps, and the pounding heartbeat high above her. A gruff voice spoke suddenly, startling Abby.

?Hey babe, I?m home, the voice boomed. ?And I?ve got something for you. Get your ass over here!?

Abby sat in dreadful silence as a new set of footsteps approached. Their creator was certainly smaller, and possibly barefoot, given the light slapping sounds as they approached. The fabric against her back lurched forward, squishing Abby into the base of the giant?s shaft. She let out a muffled squeal of disgust as stray pubic hair prodded her delicate skin, her face nuzzled against a looser stretch of skin.

?Careful babe!? The male voice grunted, ?you might break your surprise!?

Through the testicular smothering she was enduring, Abby heard a squeaky, feminine giggle, followed by an equally high pitched gasp.

?Is it what I think it is?? The woman?s voice was dripping with excitement, like a child on Christmas morning. Abby felt the walls around her scrunch together, a set of finger prying at her compacted form from outside the denim and cotton barrier. The unmistakable purr of a zipper roared down her back, relieving most of the pressure holding Abby in place. She was instantly pushed back by the mammoth cock in front of her, the massive shaft hardening once more as it responded to the stimulation around it. Abby laid helpless on her back, her right arm pinned under the throbbing member beside her, it?s size increasing until it surpassed her height. She winced as the sky above her burst into light, a solitary hand casting slender shadows around her.

?Eeeee!!!? The woman squealed in delight as she fished her hand into the man?s boxers, extricating her surprise. She held up her hand before her face, her hazel eyes drinking in the tiny redhead curled up in her palm. ?She?s so small! Where did you find her, baby??

The man chuckled, fidgeting with his jeans until they flopped down to his ankles. ?I have my ways, sweetie.? His feet lifted from the denim pile one at a time, and he leaned forward to kiss the woman?s forehead. ?Happy anniversary, darling.?

Abby felt her stomach tie itself in knots. She was nothing more than a present, a gift to be used by however these two giants decided. She pulled her legs towards her tummy, her hair rolling over her shoulders to provide her bare breasts a small shred of decency. Her lower lip quivered as the woman?s eyes darted across her body, a growing sense of dread growing inside her. The look in the giantess?s eyes was shifting from eager curiosity, to something more mature, something devious. Abby could see the ideas flickering across the pupils each time she blinked, and her heart sank. Horror stories of how tinies were used for stranger?s pleasure began to surface in her mind, and she began to panic. Her breath came in short, spastic bursts, and her hands began to tremble. A meager whimper escaped her throat as the open palm folded into a fist around her, sealing her in darkness once again.

?Mmm... baby, I?m gonna go upstairs.? The woman purred. ?Go take a shower and join me, I?ll be waiting.? The wet smack of a kiss echoed in Abby?s ears, before she felt the world around her shift into motion as the woman began walking away. The tender patter of her feet dampened as they ascended the stairs, apparently now walking over carpet. Abby contemplated if a jump at her size would hurt if she landed on carpet, instead of wood or tile. Her dreams of escape were cut short though, as the fist popped open and dumped her onto a spongy surface.

Abby stumbled to her feet, her head on a swivel as she glanced at her new surroundings. The expanse of the room seemed to stretch for miles in every direction, and a plateau of ivory linens rolled out flawlessly in front of her. Behind her, the woman began to undress, the rustle of clothing falling to the floor catching Abby?s attention. She turned around in time to see the woman?s bra snap loose, her breasts surging forward as they were released from the black lace. A matching thong dipped between the woman?s hips, disappearing where her thighs gently pressed together.

The woman hopped onto the bed, sending a ripple through the sheets that toppled Abby over like a domino. Before she could regain her composure, the woman?s hand pinched her sides, the manicured nails tucked under her armpits as she was dragged backwards. Her shrieks were barely audible to the woman, who giggled in delight as she watched Abby struggle to break free.

?Oh, you?re definitely a fighter,? she said playfully, releasing Abby for a moment, only to snatch her once more as she tried to scamper away. ?You?ll be so much fun when my boyfriend gets up here.? Her free hand reached down to the black band around her waist, a pair of fingers diving under the elastic strap.

Abby caught a glimpse of the woman?s movement, and began to scream as she was lifted from the bedsheets. The world around her was upside down as she dangled from one leg, her arms swinging wildly in front of her. Below her, the elastic band was stretched to its limit, the fingers holding it open wavering slightly. She could see the woman?s shaved pussy waiting in the shadows, stray rays of light glancing off the gathering wetness within.

?Time to get warmed up, little one,? the woman?s voice commanded. ?You?ve got a lot of work ahead of you.? Abby screamed as the clamping fingers released her leg, sending her into the waiting pit below. Before she skidded to a halt on the slimy labia, the waistband snapped shut, and Abby began to sob. Then, something began to push her deeper, and she screamed.
Gym Day by 3l33thax0r

Jen climbed up the crumpled track shorts, the headphones dangling just out of reach. She reached up and swung her hands above her head, her tiny fingers slipping against the smooth rubber earbud. Suddenly, the gym bag shifted, and the titanic speaker slumped down on top of Jen.

“Ow...” She grunted as she hugged the squishy material, trying not to think of the flecks of earwax embedded around her. The cable pulled tight, and Jen was whisked up into the air as the headphones were extracted from the stale atmosphere of the duffel bag.

Jen squinted as light poured over her body, her eyes adjusting to the glare of the fluorescent bulbs far above her. She turned to get her brother’s attention, but froze when she saw the hand pulling the earbuds into the sky. Her brother didn’t have neon pink manicured nails! Jen glanced along the length of the hand, down the arm and to the body it was attached. It wasn’t her brother, but his girlfriend, Laura.

Jen felt a shiver run down her spine. She had only met Laura once before, and something about her screamed danger in her mind. Although her brother was considerate of her tiny size, Laura seemed to pay no heed to anyone affected by the shrinking epidemic.

“Laura!” Jen cried out, cut short as the headphones swung around the giant woman’s neck. She scrunched her eyes shut as a forest of blond hair rushed past, the scent of lavender shampoo filling the air. As she opened her eyes, Jen felt her body turning upside down, the earbud now dangling from Laura’s ear as she tucked the rubber wire behind her lobe.

Jen shifted her weight to remain on the earbud, fearful of what a fall at this height might do to her. She sucked in a lungful of air to shout, but winced in pain as a jarring blast of music surrounded her. Her eardrums were pounding, but Jen couldn’t let go to cover her own ears, lest she fall do her death. Hanging upside down and swaying gently with Laura’s steps, Jen was slowly inching closer to the cable when everything lurched sideways.

Laura reached up and plugged her earbuds in, twisting the tiny speakers into place around her ears. She reached into her pocket and tapped the volume button up a couple of times, drowning out the various clangs and groans of the gym surrounding her. Her left ear didn’t feel quite right, but Laura wrote it off as simply how her boyfriend’s earbuds fit her, and she headed for the treadmill.

Unfortunately for Jen, she hadn’t crawled far enough in time. Her head was stuck between a small gap between the rubber cone and the speaker body. Her arms and legs were sandwiched between Laura’s skin and the earbud, rendering her completely immobile. The sound around her was deafening, and her body was vibrating with every pounding note Laura heard. She tried to wiggle free, but the spongy surface pinning her down simply absorbed her movements, holding her firmly in place.

Stepping onto the treadmill, Laura pressed the big green Start button, and began walking. She stepped in long, graceful strides as she warmed up, feeling her thighs stretching against her tight black yoga pants. A few of the guys peeked at her shapely rear as they passed, and hustled off blushing she caught them staring. She smiled smugly to herself, feeling a rush of pride knowing that not only her boyfriend found her attractive. Pressing another button on the panel, she increased the speed and started her run.

Jen felt the bouncing up and down getting faster, and she renewed her struggles to get free. Her ears were ringing profusely, and she was beginning to wonder if she was going deaf. The temperature was slowly rising as Laura’s workout progressed, and Jen could feel the skin against her back getting damp. She yelped as a small chunk of earwax broke loose, landing directly on her mouth. She shook her head back and forth, succeeding only in moving the chunk to the side of her face.

As the workout continued, Jen felt her limbs aching for freedom. The heat had increased considerably, to the point that Jen was beginning to sweat herself. The skin around her had a thin film of perspiration forming on it, and Jen could feel her tiny clothes were already soaked through with Laura’s sweat. She resigned herself to defeat, when suddenly the rubber boulder pining her down moved.

Laura pulled one earbud out, and hopped off the treadmill. Sweat trickled down her forehead, dripping off the tip of her gently pointed nose. She smiled as she mopped the sweat off her brow with a towel, tossing it over her shoulder as she headed for her next exercise.

Jen was suspended above Laura’s shoulder, her body pressed into the plastic and glued in place with sweat and earwax. Her face was cherry red, both from the exertion of trying to escape, and being held upside down for such an extended period of time. She flailed her arms at Laura’s hair, hoping to grab a lock of brunette strands as they danced around her. Finally, her fingers intertwined around a few hairs, and Jen grunted as she tugged herself free. Her body peeled away from the rubber earbud, a dimpled outline of her tiny frame left behind before the squishy material reformed itself.

Holding her own weight in one arm was straining Jen’s muscles, her shoulder and forearm aching as she swung loosely over Laura’s shoulder. The jostle of the larger woman’s footsteps shook Jen, her grip weakening with each booming footfall. She spun around just in time to see the toned wall of Laura’s shoulder blade rush towards her. Jen let out a short squeak as she slammed into the tan skin, the lifeline of hair racked from her grasp by the impact. Her voice cracked as she screamed, tumbling down the back of Laura’s workout shirt.

Laura stopped walking for a moment, pausing for a moment as she whipped out her phone. She absentmindedly stretched her leg out behind her, the tendons in her thigh pulled taut as she flexed her glutes. As she hit the Send button on her phone, she reached behind her back and adjusted the tail of her shirt, the stretchy material ruffled up against her lower back. She also gave the waistband of her shorts a gentle tug, securing the elastic above the gentle swell of her slender hips.

Jen grunted and yelped as she bounced between the shirt and Laura’s back. The descent was painful, but didn’t cause injury to Jen as she collapsed into a fold at the bottom of the polyester garment. She felt the fabric shift, as a shadow in the shape of a hand reached towards her. Her attempt to scurry away was futile, and the canopy of grey was yanked out from under her, sending her flailing towards the twin mounds of Laura’s ass. A narrow gap at the lip of her black shorts beckoned her in, and Jen shrieked as she plummeted into the dark depths of Laura’s crack.

Before she slid to a halt, the light above Jen was shut off. She was sealed in as Laura fixed the placement of her waistband around her hips. Jen immediately became aware of the intense heat surrounding her, and the dampness that permeated both the atmosphere, and anything she touched. The underwear that she clung to for dear life was flimsy, nothing more than a thin black strap that descended further into the canyon of Laura’s mighty ass. Jen crinkled her nose at the pungent smell, and tried to secure her footing on the sweat soaked thong. If she could prop herself up, she might be able to survive the remainder of Laura’s workout in one piece.

Her efforts were almost successful, but the towering thighs shifted without warning, sending Jen sliding further into the darkness. The thong became a silken slide, guiding her towards the center of Laura’s derrière. Jen screamed and held her hands out in front of her, the damp flesh around her sliding against her open palms with little resistance. The terrifying ride came to a stop as Jen’s legs wedged between the powerful thighs of her unaware captor.

Jen’s eyes began to adjust to the dim lighting of her environment, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw where she had become lodged. Just out of arm’s reach was a puckered ring, twitching softly with every step Laura took. A few droplets of sweat dotted the plush walls, one trickling down and soaking Jen’s leg in a warm, salty embrace. She shivered in disgust at the gross situation, and tried to push her hands into the soft cheeks to pull herself free.

Laura swiped a pair of barbells from the rack, and held them at her sides. She extended her arms forward, bending her knees as she squatted towards the floor. Her round as hovered mere inches from the hardwood floor, bouncing softly as she silently counted to five before rising back up. A rush of endorphins coursed through her veins as she continued, her muscles tensing and relaxing in rhythm to her workout regimen.

Jen had no warning within Laura’s underwear. The fleshy walls spread wide, and Jen was propelled forward as the thong stretched to accommodate the sudden movement. Her arms still outstretched, she had no time to react as her head slammed into the oily sphincter. The foul stench of sulfur and sweat was smeared across her face, and wretched as the pink ring twitched in response to her touch. Her screams were muffled by the acres of flesh surrounding her body, her arms pinned outside the thong as it stained to contain the mammoth ass.

The pressure suddenly subsided, and Jen gasped for air. An oily film coated her face and hair, and she dry heaved as the smell of shit burned its way into her nose. She struggled to free her legs, but just as they began to wiggle loose, the slimy orifice descended on her once more, munching on her head once more. Her shoulders prevented her from being slurped into the foul anus, but it took several seconds of Jen pushing with all her might to free her head from the awful clamping ring.

Laura felt a slight tickle in her bum as she bent down. She glanced around, keenly aware of the dozen or so other gym members around her. Scratching the itch would have to wait until she went back to the locker room, and hopefully it would go awa on its own. She resumed her squats, and clenched her backdoor as her butt floated above the ground.

The tiny screams from Jen were growing hoarse, and were silenced each time Laura squatted. She felt sick to her stomach, her body covered in sweat and... Jen shook her head, trying not to think about it as the puckered ring receded. She crossed her arms over her face, and whimpered as she felt Laura’s ass start to lower again, mashing her into the sweaty asshole once more.

After finishing her reps, Laura returned the barbells to the rack, and tossed her sweat rag over her shoulder. She walked briskly towards the locker room, the itch in her ass starting to annoy her. The rubbing of her cheeks back and forth as she walked wasn’t helping, and it seemed to be working the itch up, as if it had a mind of its own.

Stepping into the locker room, Laura headed for the bathroom stalls, and shut the door behind her. Her hand reached down the back of her pants, a solitary finger tracing the slick thong to the source of irritation. She massaged her fingertip against her asshole, the thong rubbing whatever was bothering her bum against her anus. Satisfied with her work, she removed her finger and adjusted her shorts. However, before she could unlock the stall door, the itch returned, this time a bit lower between her asshole and pussy.

“What the hell?” She mumbled to herself, her thumbs tucking under the elastic waistband and shimmying the shorts down to her knees. Her eyes scanned the soaked thong, spotting a small lump in the center of the silky strap. She squinted and reached her hand down, pinching the lump between her thumb and forefinger. Holding her hand up to her face for a closer inspection, Laura gasped as she recognized the tiny between her fingers.

“Jen?! What the hell are you doing in there?”

Jen coughed, and tapped her fists against the crushing digits. Laura flinched, and placed Jen on her other hand, her palm hovering closer to her face.

“I didn’t mean to, Laura!” She shouted up to her giant friend, her hands cupped around her mouth to amplify her tiny voice. “I fell in your bag before you left the house, and was trying to get your attention!”

Laura could barely understand what Jen was saying, but she felt a pang of guilt in her stomach. What had she just subjected her friend to while she exercised? All that sweat, and moving around, she could’ve been crushed down there!

“I’m so sorry, Jen,” she said softly, her eyes watering up. “I didn’t know you where down there, honest.”

Jen held up her thumbs, her parched throat too sore to continue speaking. She sat down in Laura’s hand, sweat dripping slowly from her own clothes onto the wrinkled skin below.

“Let me wash up, and I’ll take you straight home, okay?” Laura’s concerned look never left her face as she stepped out of the stall, and placed Jen next to her duffel bag. She quickly rinsed her hands and sweat rag, wringing the excess water out with a few quick twists. When she turned back to her bag, she could see Jen passed out, leaning against the zipper. Laura reached down, and gingerly scooped up the tiny girl, placing her in an empty pocket.

“I promise to be more careful next time, Jen,” she whispered, zipping up the pocket to keep her small passenger safe as she left the gym.

Southern Hike by 3l33thax0r
Cicadas chattered among the hickory trees, patches of sunlight streaming through the canopy of branches. Bundles of shrubs huddled together around the trunks and other high spots in the marsh, clumps of moss and twigs floating idly in the murky puddles dotted across the ground. The bustle of civilization hardly audible over the sounds of the Mississippi wetlands. A crackling of sticks approached, followed by a splash.

?Haha! That was a deep one!? A raspy, yet feminine voice hollered. Another splash echoed through the trees, followed by more hoots and laughter. A young girl, no older than fourteen, trudged through the sticky marsh, her shins halfway submerged in the watery landscape. Clad in nothing more than a pair of muddy overalls, knee high rubber boots, and a ragged red t-shirt, the girl stomped through the serene wetlands. Mud sloshed against the brim of her boots, adding another splatter of brown to the faded denim.

?Betcha I can jump that rock over yonder,? she cackled, seemingly to herself. Winding up, the girl scrambled up the side of an overturned log, leaping into the air as she passed the cluster of roots protruding halfway out of the ground.

?Yippee!?

*SPLASH*

The girl stumbled in the soggy puddle, catching herself on a tree trunk next to her. She giggled, and reached down the front of her shirt, her freckled smile beaming as she fished around down her top.

?Where?d ya go, little bro?? She said, probing her fingers in her bra, searching for her elusive toy. ?Aha! There you are!? Her hand retreated from behind her collar, and she held a tiny boy in front of her smiling face. The tiny squeaks from her palm made her giggle, her hand shaking slightly.

?Not funny, sis!? The small boy yelled up at the freckled blonde. ?Take me back home!?

The girl?s smile widened. ?You?re always such a complainer, Billy.? Her Southern roots evident in the drawl of her words as she spoke to her miniature sibling. ?Mama said to take you with me today, so that?s what I?m doin!?

The boy crossed his arms, his expression souring as she spoke. Finally, he piped up, shouting at the top of his tiny lungs. ?Elise, that?s not what Mom meant, and you know it!?

Elise rolled her eyes. ?She?s not even your mama, Billy. You and your daddy have only been here a few months, so you can?t know what she meant. Plus, that pea brain of yours probably isn?t the brightest, now that you?re so small.? Ever since he had shrunk a few days ago, Elise knew her mother was less than thrilled about suddenly having a shrunken stepson. Given the shift in sizes, whenever Elise pulled a stunt like today on Billy, she usually got away with it, for who would believe a sweet little Southern belle like her would do such a thing to her poor, defenseless little stepbrother?

Billy whined in Elise?s palm, ?She is too! Now take me back h...whoa!?

Elise swung her hand over her shoulder, and dropped Billy down the back of her neck. She felt his body tumble down the length of her spine, settling at the top of her underwear. Her hands reached behind her, one hand pulling her waistband back while the other prodded her little stepbrother into position.

?Here, maybe this?ll shut ya up for a while. Hope you don?t mind a bit of sweat, Billy!? She giggled as she yanked her panties up, giving herself a wedgie and driving her stepbrother into her butt crack.

Billy squirmed as he was shoved into a completely different swamp, one fueled by sweat and noxious gasses from Elise?s asshole. He shouted as his stepsister pushed him deeper, his clothes absorbing every drop of sweat around him. This wasn?t his first time being shoved up her ass, but it was just as unpleasant as before.

Elise shook her booty a few times, feeling her cheeks bouncing against each other, smashing the little boy between them. She snickered at the ticklish feeling of him wriggling around, and clenched her cheeks around him.

?I think I?m gonna keep hiking for a bit, get comfy back there Billy!?

The mountains of sticky flesh churned back and forth, grinding Billy between the muscular cheeks. He kept his mouth clamped shut as best as he could, but some of the salty sweat still managed to squeezes its way through his pursed lips, reminding him of the stale taste of Elise?s ass.

?Elise! Let me out, this isn?t funny!?

Elise heard a few angry cries from her behind, but failed to understand him, her firm little tush muffling Billy?s shouts. She slapped her hand on her butt, jiggling the cheeks and shaking Billy around in the sweaty crevice. The sensation tickled her ass, but it felt a little pleasant as she trudged through the mud. Elise decided to quicken her pace, her boots slopping through the soft terrain as she pushed deeper into the marsh.

Billy?s muted shouting was drowned out by the churning ass around him, his body compressed on both sides as the powerful muscles squished him like putty. After several minutes of trying to escape, he finally grunted in defeat, his struggles ceasing as he continued to be jostled around in Elise?s butt crack.

The time dragged on for Billy, as he was slowly wedged deeper into the foul smelling crack. Sweat had soaked every inch of his body, and his limbs ached from being tugged in all directions by the firm cheeks around him. Finally, the jarring movements stopped, and Billy began to stir. He glanced up towards the sliver of light leaking in from high above, a trace of the outside world slipping in between Elise?s curved cheeks. Her back arched into the sky, rivulets of sweat trickling down towards him. Billy shut his eyes tightly as one of the drops splashed into him, the warm, salty fluid soaking into every crevice of his small body. He sputtered as the sour flavor tingled the tip of his tongue. As he wiped his eyes to clear the sweat away, Billy felt his stepsister begin to sit down, and screamed.

Elise sat down on a severed stump, her butt compressing around Billy?s tiny frame. She reached back with one hand, slowly digging into her crack to retrieve him from her swampy ass.

?Eww, you stink bro!? She shriveled her nose as she held him up, before bending forward and placing him on her knee. Her hand flicked at the chunks of mud on her jeans, not caring if any of it splattered onto Billy.

?Elise, you can?t just treat me like an object!? Billy shouted up at her, his shirt drenched in his stepsister?s sweat. His face was red from the heat and exertion of being trapped in her butt for the past half hour, but his spirit wasn?t broken yet. In the week that he had been shrunk, Elise had picked on him here and there, but it didn?t seem too be much different than when he was full sized. The whole morning, however, had been getting worse from the moment he woke up being shoved into her pants, followed by this stupid hike into the wetlands.

Elise giggled, and tugged at the black rubber around her shin. ?Sure I can, silly! You?re itty bitty, like the dolls I used to play with as a kid.? She stopped shuffling her boot around for a moment, poking at Billy?s abdomen playfully. ?And since you?re the size of a toy, I?m going to play with you however I want!?

Billy felt a chill roll over his skin as she said that, the humid air around him suddenly clammy and still. He took a step back, turning to see if there was anywhere to run. There wasn?t.

?Billy, my feet are sore. Why don?t you help me with that??

Billy spun around to confront her, but was met with her finger jabbing his stomach again, harder this time. he shouted as he tripped, falling off the edge of her knee and tumbling into the outstretched mouth of the rubber boot.

Elise broke into a fit of laughter as she watched her little stepbrother bounced deeper into her mud boot. His renewed struggles tapped against her ankle, and she fidgeted at the tickling sensation. She wiggled her foot, lifting it up from the damp insole. A few gentle taps of her heel was enough to dislodge Billy, and slip him under her heel.

?Ahh... much better! What do you think, itty bitty Billy?? She cackled as she felt more struggles under her foot, a strangely relaxing massage at the base of her foot.

Billy screamed as he was pinned under the massive, sweaty sole. His face and chest were smeared with grimy sweat as Elise shuffled her foot back into place, the crushing weight pushing his body into the squishy insole. The air was tainted with the pungent odor of feet that hadn?t been washed in a few days, marinated in the gallons of stale sweat from the summer heat.

Content with her squirming new insole, Elise pressed her foot down into the mud, shifting her weight onto the tiny boy lodged in her shoe. He felt like a little pebble under her heel, stuck to the thick, wrinkled underside of her foot. Instead of a nuisance though, Elise felt a strange satisfaction knowing the lump in her boot was her tiny little stepbrother. She snickered at the thought of him pinned down there, her foot a perpetually stinky and sweaty roommate for him. She kicked her legs in the air, bits of dried mud flinging off the treaded bottom of the thick rubber footwear.

?Hey Billy,? She jeered, ?How?s my foot smell? I bethca it?s pretty ripe, I didn?t wash yesterday so they?d be ready for you.?

In the cramped darkness, Billy struggled for air. The weight on his ribs was excruciating, and what little gasps he could squeeze in were tainted with the musky flavor of Elise?s rank foot. Sweat pooled around his body, the heavily worn insole forming a slight indentation around him as he was crushed under thousands of tons of foot flesh.

Elise stood up suddenly, her feet sinking into the soft earth below her. The mud slowly folded on top of the rubbery toe box, coming up past her ankles. She felt her weight bearing down on her heels, and twisted her foot from side to side. A faint squelching came from her boots, the mud creating a suction against the waterproof shoes.

Every tendon in Billy?s body was on fire, the grinding and twisting motion threatening to rip his limbs from their joints. Unable to cry out because of the wrinkly sole mashed against his face, Billy simply whimpered into the salty skin, his eyes watering from the sweat and the pain. The weight on top of his puny body was almost unbearable, and the only reason he hadn?t been ground to a pulp was the soft mud provided a bit of spring to Elise?s steps.

Stomping through the piles of moss and leaves, Elise relished in the fact that her little stepbrother fit so perfectly under her foot. The ground began to grow firm under her feet as she approached a road, the incline rising slightly.
She quickened her pace as her feet gripped the solid earth, feeling the little lump pushing harder against her heel. She stepped up to the street, pausing only for a moment to check for cars, the tips of her shoes resting against the broken asphalt on the border of the road. Seeing that the coast was clear, Elise took a quick step and began to cross.

*crunch*

Elise stopped dead in her tracks, one foot still on the pavement.

?Uh oh,? she mumbled, the lump under her heel now flattened into her insole. She winced slightly as she twisted her heel on the asphalt, feeling a tiny puddle under the bottom of her foot. ?Guess you don?t do well on the road, little bro.? She turned around, sitting her rump down on the edge of the road. Her boot slid off slowly, her sweaty legs adhering it as she tugged it off. She waved her hand in front of her nose as her foot slid free, the musky aroma of her toasty, damp soles escaping into the atmosphere.

?Whew! These were ripe,? she muttered to herself, turning the boot upside down and shaking it. She expected something to fall into her hand, but nothing came out. Peering down the length of the shaft, she could see the little imprint of where Billy was smushed into the insole, but Billy himself wasn?t there.

Elise stifled a laugh as she turned her foot over to inspect the underside. She wedged her fingernail under the limp body, peeling him off the sticky heel.

?How am I supposed to explain this to Mama?? She whined. Her eyes stared at the lifeless body pinched between her fingers, then wandered across the tree line. After sitting in silence for a few moments, Elise huffed and stood up, balancing on one foot.

?Well, it?s not like I?m gonna get into more trouble that I?m already in,? Elise sighed. She looked like a barefoot flamingo poised on the weathered road. Her bare toes curled reflexively as the relatively cool air wafted over them, though the Mississippi climate was far from chilly. She bent over, maintaining her balance by stretching her foot out behind her. With a simple flick of her wrist, she dropped Billy?s lifeless form back into the empty boot, and wiggled her foot back into place. She checked around her once more, then skipped across the road and up a gravel driveway.
Perks of the Plane by 3l33thax0r
Lauren paced back and forth on the ticket counter as thousands of passengers milled about the terminal. A towering screen behind her glowed, lines containing flight numbers and times flickering as they updated their information. Lauren smiled as one of the lines updated from ?On Time? to ?Boarding?, the letters turning bright green. She turned to face the attendant at the desk, waving her arms over her head.

?Excuse me, sir?? She called out, her voice drowned out by the racket of the passengers around her. ?Sir?? She trotted towards the middle of the marble counter, one hand swinging above her head. Finally, the attendant turned to face her, a slightly startled look on his face.

?Sir, my flight is now boarding. Could you help me get to the aircraft??

The man smiled at the six inch tall woman, the stubble of his five-o-clock shadow drawing a sharp outline of his jaw. ?Certainly, miss,? his hand extended towards Lauren. ?I?ll get your ticket scanned now, and we?ll get you onboard.?

Lauren reached into the small handbag slung over her shoulder, the tan pouch a pleasant contrast to her blue top and gray skirt. She unfolded a crumpled slip of paper, a string of numbers and letters printed in large font, at least to her eyes. Handing the paper to the attendant, she watched as the man squinted for a moment, then clacked a few keys on the computer.

?Okay, miss... Lauren... you?re good to go!? The man?s smile returned as he looked back at the small woman. He reached his hand back down, passing the miniature ticket back to Lauren. ?Do you have any luggage besides your carry-on??

Lauren shook her head, tucking the ticket into her purse. The man opened his hand, his fingertips resting against the edge of the counter.

?Then allow me to give you a lift.?

Lauren adjusted the strap on her shoulder, and stepped onto the man?s open palm. The surface beneath her feet changed from the hard countertop to something softer, yet still firm. She extended her arms out a bit to steady herself as the man began to move, his fingers cupped around her slightly.

From above the tips of the attendant?s fingers, Lauren watched the flurry of passengers moving around the terminals, lining up at their various gates in neat, orderly lines. She turned around as the man began to walk down the jetway, the chatter of passengers dying down as they walked down the long, chilly passageway. The atmosphere was suddenly dry as they approached the end of the ramp, the faint odor of jet fuel lingering in the still air. Lauren glanced up at the metal frame of the door as the attendant boarded, a jumble of numbers and letters emblazoned on a small plaque above her.

?Do you remember your seat assignment, miss?? The attendant paused at the front row of seats, turning his attention to the woman in his palm.

?I think it?s 12B or C,? Lauren replied, reaching into her purse to retrieve her ticket. ?Um.. yes, 12C please.?

The man nodded, and shifted his hips as he walked down the narrow aisle. The cabin was almost completely empty, save for a few flight attendants and an older couple sitting near the forward bulkhead. As they approached the twelfth row, Lauren heard the attendant mutter under his breath, ?of course.?

?Is something the matter?? She piped up, noting the look of frustration brewing in the man?s expression. Immediately, the attendant?s face softened as he turned his gaze down from the row numbers and to his hand.

?Oh, it?s nothing, miss,? he said quickly. ?It?s just, Row 12 is an emergency exit, and I can?t allow you to sit there. Whoever printed your ticket should have realized that when you checked in, and they... uh...? he stammered, trying to find the right word to convey that her height was the issue without possibly offending her.

?Saw my size?? Lauren finished his sentence.

?Uh, yes,? the attendant sputtered, a tinge of color flowing to his cheeks. ?I can seat you in 11C, however, and you can inform the passenger whose seat that is that they can have your 12C. It has more legroom anyway, and if you run into any trouble, feel free to call over one of the flight attendants, I?m sure they will help.?

Lauren nodded as the man lowered her towards the seat. The seat cushion was a little softer than his palm, and she was thankful she had decided against wearing heels as she stumbled to catch her footing. Vibrant patterns of blue and green stretched up the length of the seat back. Lauren walked towards the edge of the seat, her head level with the bottom of the metal arm rest jutting out before her.

?Oh, one more thing!? The man reached into his pocket, removing a small harness. ?Please make sure you strap in, you still have to wear the seatbelt, miss.? He fed a pair of loops through the seat?s normal belt, then buckled it and cinched the belt tightly into the corner of the seat.

?Are you familiar with how to put this on?? The man asked politely.

Lauren hobbled over to the harness, and began to slip her shoulders into the restraints. Seeing her actions gave him the answer he needed, and the attendant began heading towards the front of the cabin.

A moment later, Lauren ran into a snag. The loop meant to wrap around her waist was twisted, and her small arms couldn?t make the stubborn knot budge. She turned around, hoping to catch the attendant, but he had already reached the front of the plane and was exiting. As soon as he left her field of view, Lauren saw the first wave of passengers begin to board the plane. One by one, they filed into their assigned seats, seeming to pay no attention to the small woman standing in the middle of seat 11C.

Sarah hauled her bag onto the plane, and glanced at her ticket. ?11C? was plastered across the slip of paper in bold black letters. She tapped her foot as the passengers ahead of her seemed to take their own sweet time finding their seats. ?Boarding at the end of a group sucks? she thought to herself as the last person standing between her and her seat finally sat down. She yanked at the handle of her suitcase, lifting the blue bag into the air. Sarah hardly noticed her leg bump against the seat as she adjusted the bag into the compartment above her.

A pair of blue jeans stopped mere inches away from Lauren, bumping the edge of the seat as she hoisted a bag into the overhead bin. Lauren stumbled onto her rear at the unexpected jolt, and pushed her arms against the spongy surface to stand back up.

?Excuse me, ma?am?? She hollered up at the taller passenger who had inadvertently knocked her over. ?Could you help me??

The woman turned around, curious as to where the small voice was coming from. Her eyes widened slightly as she spotted Lauren, her tiny arms waving over her head.

?Me?? Sarah pointed to her own chest, her finger indenting the dull grey shirt she wore.

Lauren gave the woman a thumbs up, then shouted: ?my harness is tangled, can you help me please??

Sarah glanced at the bundle of loops on the seatbelt, then back at Lauren. ?Why is that on my seat?? She demanded, a sly grin tugging at the corner of her thin lips.

?I was supposed to be in 12C, but I can?t be in the exit row because of my size,? Lauren shouted, her hands cupped over her mouth. ?Are you able to take it instead please??

Sarah huffed, then leaned down towards the jumble of a harness on the seat. ?Ask me to fix your little mess, and then tell me to take my seat?? She muttered, unbuckling the seatbelt and removing the harness in one swift motion. ?What?s this for, anyway??

Lauren looked at the harness, watching as the woman picked at the knot. ?It?s my seatbelt, since I can?t use the real thing.?

Sarah?s lips pursed as her fingernails pried at the knot. Another wave of passengers was beginning to board, and a thought crossed her mind as she glanced back at the small woman. The woman in her seat. A small rush of adrenaline filled her veins, as gears in the erotic corners of her brain began to turn. She had always wanted a tiny for herself, and here was one just waiting for her!

?You know,? Sarah said, balling the harness up in her hand. ?I don?t think you need this, why don?t I just hold onto it for now, yeah??

Lauren tilted her head. What on earth was this woman talking about? ?Of course I need it, I?d rather not be a projectile if the flight is turbulent!?

Sarah chuckled, and tucked the harness into the pocket of her jeans. ?Not if I hold you, you won?t.? Her baby blue eyes darted towards the front of the aircraft, eyeballing how long she had until the next passenger could see what she was about to do. the rows further behind her were still completely empty, so she was in the clear. Her hand shot forward, grabbing the tiny woman before she could even scream.

?I?ll hold you for the flight,? she giggled as she turned around to face the front of the plane, her hands reaching behind her back. ?Well, my butt will hold you at least.? With one hand holding her jeans open, she shoved the flailing Lauren down towards her waiting ass crack. She shifted her pants for a moment, wedging the six inch woman further into her voluptuous rear end.

Lauren let out a short scream as she caught a glimpse of the pale butt cheeks slide up either side of her body. She could feel the damp skin drag against her as she tried to wiggle free, but her movements only aided the woman in shoving her in deeper quickly. The air was no longer cold and dry, the thick scent of sweat filling her mouth and nose as she wailed in the confined space.

?Let me out! Please!?

Though Lauren?s cries were muffled, Sarah could still hear her, which meant the other passengers might be able to as well. Planting her thumb on the top of Lauren?s skull, she gave the tiny girl one final push, before removing her hands from behind her, and slamming her ass into the seat. What little noises she heard a second before were now silenced, and Sarah smiled as she pulled the belt over her hips, latching the metal buckle with a soft click.

The pressure around Lauren threatened to crush her into paste. Her ribs ached with each breath, and her face was wedged against the deepest part of the woman?s ass crack. She could feel something moving against her chest, no doubt the woman?s asshole twitching as it felt the newest occupant of the musky, humid crack. She didn?t have enough air to scream, not that she wanted to open her mouth to do so anyway. Small droplets of sweat pooled around her, trickling across her face and neck, and soaking into her clothes upon contact. Whimpering in the heated darkness, Lauren wondered how her day had gone downhill so fast.

As the attendants made their rounds, Sarah shifted in her seat. The squirming beneath her ass felt amazing, and the tiny woman?s legs were pressed against the base of her pussy, the minuscule feet sending tingles of pleasure through her body. She snapped out of her trance as the attendant tapped her on the shoulder.

?Huh?? She turned her head to face the woman, a blonde mane framing the attendant?s face.

?Have you seen a smaller passenger, miss?? the attendant asked, addressing Sarah and the two passengers beside her. ?She was supposed to be moved from the exit row, but we haven?t seen her.?

Sarah glanced around nervously, then shook her head slowly.

The attendant stepped back a bit, then asked, ?Would you three mind standing up please? I just want to make sure she?s not stuck underneath anyone by accident.?

Sarah undid her seatbelt, and stood up along with the others. As she stood up, she clenched her cheeks tightly, crushing any air out of the tiny girl?s lungs.

Lauren felt like she was going to implode as the soft walls around her turned to concrete, squeezing her like a grape in a wine press. Her face contorted in pain, but no sound left her lips, her body completely starved for air. Stars began to dance around the edge of her vision, and a surge of dizziness overwhelmed her.

The attendant glanced across the seats, then apologized for the inconvenience as the three passengers sat back down. Sarah wiggled her butt back and forth, hoping she hadn?t broken the woman in her pants. A slight struggle resumed beneath her, and she sighed in relief. Her heart was racing, and Sarah began to think of all the possibilities her new little toy could offer. She scooted her butt back a little further in her seat as the plane began to taxi onto the runway, and bit her lip to suppress a gasp as she felt a rumble in her stomach.

?Well, she better get used to it down there anyway,? she thought to herself, ?might as well start now.? She flexed her abdomen slightly, pushing a small puff of gas from her rear. The intense squirming underneath her was immediate, and Sarah?s smile grew wider as she wiggled her hips slightly, then plugged in her earbuds.

Lauren wretched as the smelly orifice expanded in front of her, releasing a torrent of hot, noxious fumes. Her lungs burned, and her eyes watered as the stench of sulfur and worse seared into her nerves. She began to cry softly as struggled, her efforts not budging her an inch in the cramped crack of the woman?s butt.

The rumble of the engines grew louder, and Sarah felt the plane roll forward down the runway. She pushed her butt harder into the seat, feeling something press against her tight asshole. She suppressed a chuckle as the G forces helped wedge her butt deeper into the cushion, further crushing the poor woman pinned underneath her.

Lauren screamed as the slimy pink ring lurched forward, smacking into her face with a wet splat. She convulsed in disgust as a thin greasy film coated her face and neck, the rubbery hole puckering and twitching as it brushed against her chin. ?Eww!!? She shrieked before her face was pressed against the foul orifice once more.

Sarah began to drift off to sleep as the plane leveled out, the soft tickling in her bum beginning to die down. ?Poor girl must be running out of energy,? she thought to herself, giving her glutes a quick clench. Her flexing was met with a small spasm of squirming, sending a wave of pleasure through Sarah?s bones. She reclined in her seat, and shut her eyes. ?Only six more hours to our destination. This should be a nice flight.?
Shairng is Caring by 3l33thax0r
Author's Notes:

A continuation of "The Little Shop" from Melissa's perspective.

Darci fidgeted in her seat, the class seeming to drag on for hours. An elderly woman droned on in front of her and the other students, her dark plaid skirt and baby blue blouse lumbering back and forth as she waddled to the blackboard. Darci’s foot clenched absentmindedly in her shoe, her mind wandering down her leg to her toy. Mondays were always slow, but at least she had something to keep her occupied while the teacher babbled something about how to conjugate verbs.

Melissa gasped as her lungs were squeezed like grapes in a wine press. The sour odor of Darci’s feet permeated the air, and her skin was damp with sweat from the monstrous toes pressed firmly against her chest. She grunted as the pad of the biggest toe closed in, turning her head sideways so that her face wasn’t smashed against the bottom of the giant digit.

Three days as Darci’s plaything hadn’t broken Melissa’s spirit. Hours of being stepped on, or tucked in her smelly armpit, or even wedged up Darci’s teenage ass had shaken her, but she refused to lose give in. As another droplet of sweat dribbled down her bare chest, Melissa pondered how long it would be before she could escape, or find someone willing to help.

Just as Darci began to nod off, the room filled with shrill chimes as the bell rang. Her eyes popped open, and she planted her feet down and quickly shuffled out into the hall. Her left foot tickled as it slapped against the floor, her little pet’s face squished into the underside of her toes. She trotted into the locker room, and placed her backpack into the metal cabinet, a sticker with her name plastered across the top of the cabinet door. She grabbed a clump of clothes striped with the school colors, and sat down on an empty bench as other girls started to file into the locker room.

Melissa felt the foot above her start to retreat, and could see a few trickles of light pouring into the mouth of the warm shoe. She breathed a sigh of relief, the weight removed from her chest for a moment. Before she could even begin to relax, however, a familiar band of fingers reached into the smelly cave, and pinched at her legs.

“Oh, come on,” Melissa grumbled as she was dragged across the fuzzy insole. She dangled helplessly in the air, upside down in front of Darci’s smiling face.

“Ready for some fun, shorty?” the screechy voice cackled, to which Melissa rolled her eyes. Darci’s smile faded, annoyed that her little pet hadn’t been broken in yet. “Okay, maybe it won/t be fun for you, but I’m gonna enjoy it.” Her fist closed around Melissa, and she raised her head up, glancing around the locker.

“Hey Samantha!” Darci hollered. “You got P.E. this period? I got a little something for you.”

Melissa’s head poked out from the underside of Darci’s fist. A chubby blonde girl walked over to Darci, dressed in a bright pink shirt and matching panties. A pair of black leggings were draped over her forearm as sat down next to Darci.

“Yeah, I have yoga today, why?”

Darci opened her hand, revealing the small woman in her palm. Samantha covered her mouth and squealed, “I thought you broke her!”

“I did,” Darci said nonchalantly, as if losing her previous pet was akin to misplacing a book. “Mom got me a new one though, but she’s pretty stubborn. Wanna help?”

A pair of dimples appears on Samantha’s round cheeks as her lips burst into a smile. “What did you have in mind?”

Darci poked at the pink fabric around Samantha’s wide hips. “Think you could put her in your butt for a bit? You’ve got more back there, maybe you can break her in for me.”

Samantha clapped her hands together, her bubbly rear bouncing on the bench as she giggled. “It’d be my pleasure, my parents haven’t let me get one yet and I love messing with them!”

Melissa squirmed as Darci’s fingers wrapped back around her, and passed her over to Samantha. Being handed to someone else who seemed to share the same cruel streak wasn’t something she had in mind when trying to plan her escape. She watched as the thick fingers of Darci’s friend closed around her. The new palm holding her was clammy with sweat, and Melissa could smell a faint scent of vanilla lotion on the chubby girl’s skin.

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” Samantha said as her meaty fist wrapped around the shrunken woman. She stood up and quickly walked back to her locker. Reaching behind her with both hands, she peeled back her panties and held the tiny girl above the crevice of her ass.

Melissa couldn’t see until the fist around her opened, revealing an expanse of pink cotton leading to the thick, pale cheeks of Samantha’s ass. The fabric rippled as it tucked into the valley of her crack, disappearing from view as it was scrunched between the meaty cheeks. She squirmed in Samantha’s grip, her arms pinned to her sides by the thick fingers coiled around her.

A wicked grin spread across Darci’s face as she watched her friend shove poor Melissa into the sweaty canyon of her ass crack. Her head rolled back as she cackled at the spectacle, pointing one finger at Samantha while covering her mouth with her other hand.

Samantha smirked as she felt the lump in her butt wiggle around, obviously unhappy with its current location. She jiggled her cheeks from side to side, the thick buns smacking back and forth against each other. As her hips swayed from side to side, she pulled a pair of neon pink leggings and top out of her locker, and slammed the metal cabinet shut.

“Sam, c’mere!” Darci hollered over the growing commotion of teenage girls milling about the room. “I wanna try something!”

Samantha finished slipping her shirt over her head, her golden hair swishing around her face as she shimmied into the tight fitting garment. She strode back over to Darci, her leggings tucked under her arm. The motion of her legs moving as she walked ground her butt cheeks together, and she giggled as she came to a halt in front of Darci.

“What’s so funny?” Darci’s quizzical expression made Samantha snicker, then spin on her heels to point her butt at Darci.

“She tickles, that’s what!” She snorted, shaking her tush in front of Darci’s face. The two girls laughed in unison, then Darci motioned for Samantha to hold still.

“Haha! I can see her little outline, look!” A solitary finger pointed at the small bump in the back of Samatha’s panties, moving back and forth in small, jerking movements. Darci moved her finger closer, until the tip of her index finger rested on the edge of the lump.

“Bend over, Sam.”

Samantha grinned, and placed her hands on the wooden bench. Her back arched into the air as she leaned forward, her rear end jutting out towards Darci. The panties stretched to their limit as she bent further over, the outline of Melissa becoming more defined as the tiny girl was held snugly in place by the tight fabric.

Melissa’s arms ached as she was tugged from all sides, the cheeks parting in front of her. The light that filtered through the pink canopy behind her gave her a terrifying view of the canyon of Samantha’s ass as she leaned forward, revealing a tight little ring in front of her. She wrinkled her nose as the unmistakable odor of shit and warm sweat hit her, released by the parting of the twin globes of flesh. As she tugged her arms to get loose, Melissa felt something nudge the back of her head.

“Not this, please!” She muttered, her short time with Darci giving her enough experience to know where this was headed. Her struggles to wriggle free intensified, but she seemed to only quicken the pace that she sunk between the fatty cheeks. Melissa took a deep breath as the puckered anus closed in, her face pressed forcefully against the twitching pink orifice.

“Oh! I think you got her all the way in, Darci,” Samantha said as she felt the sensation against her butthole.

“Just relax, Sam,” Darci said, “She’s almost ready.”

Samantha gasped as she felt Darci push harder against the tiny head wedged against her back door. Something felt... different, when suddenly, she felt the tiny girl’s head slip into her rectum. She let out a little yelp at the feeling, not expecting it to feel so... good.

“Okay, now you’re ready for class!” Darci exclaimed, clapping her hands together in glee. “Jut give her back to me at lunch, okay Sam?”

Sam nodded silently, her mind still processing the new tingling in her butt. She clenched her glutes a few times, feeling little Melissa’s head get pulled deeper into her bowels. The tiny girl’s shoulders hadn’t gone in yet, but Samantha was okay with where her little anal chew toy was for now, and began to pull the leggings up her thighs. Snapping the elastic waistband over her hips, she patted her butt twice, then skipped off to class.

Melissa could barely breathe, the slimy muscle wrapped around her neck like a noose. Every few seconds, it would constrict for a moment, depriving her of the ability to breathe completely. She felt like her head would pop clean off as the tight sphincter tugged over and over at her chin, like it was trying to pry her in deeper. The smell was unimaginable, the air thick with the revolting smells of digested waste.

Though her hands were free, Melissa was too weak to pulled the mighty anus around her neck open. Her hands slipped on the oily skin as she tried to force it open, but her efforts were only met with a tight squeeze from Samantha’s mammoth butt cheeks. Finally, her arms drooped to her sides in defeat, and Melissa just hoped that her chubby captor would be more merciful than Darci. Not that it was likely, given her current situation.

Samantha struggled to stay focused on the class, her mind wandering to the delicious sensations coming from her rear. She sighed softly through her stretching routine, feeling her body compress and strain the woman lodged in her ass crack. As she planted her feet and began to bent forward, Samantha couldn’t help but smile as she leaned into the downward dog position, feeling her leggings hug her bum tightly. Her smile quickly morphed into a frown as she felt a gurgle in her intestines, and she clenched her butt instinctively to prevent passing gas in class.

Melissa convulsed as the sphincter squeezed around her neck like a garrote, choking her until her cheeks began to turn purple. Her hands pounded against the fleshy prison walls, sweat drenching her battered body as her consciousness began to fade. After what seemed like an eternity, the pressure subsided, and Melissa jerked her head back.

Samantha bit her lip as she felt the tiny girl’s head pop free from her ass, releasing a small hiss of gas along with her. She felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment, and hoped that none of her classmates had heard her bodily function, or caught wind of the smell.

Melissa gasped for air as her head shot out of the asshole’s grip, only to be assaulted with the foulest wind she had ever experienced. Her eyes watered and her lungs burned as she coughed and hacked, the vile stench permeating her senses. Before she could fully recover from the chemical onslaught, she felt the massive cheeks shift around her. Samantha was sitting down.

Sam’s legs crossed over each other as she sat down on her yoga mat, her thick tush sinking into the thin blue foam. She smiled as she raised her arms above her head, breathing deep as the squirming in her ass resumed under her full weight. She kept her butt firmly planted on top of Melissa for the remainder of the class, taking a moment to bounce a couple of times before finally standing up at the end of class.

The lunch bell rang, and the students dispersed into the halls. Samantha made a beeline for the cafeteria, her eyes sweeping across the myriad of faces, searching for Darci. Finally, she saw her waving from across the room, and Sm saved back. She lunged between fellow students, nudging her way through the crowd of teens as everyone fought to get a seat immediately.

Darci had a grin plastered on her face, and she was practically bouncing on the bench as Samantha approached her.

“So how did it go, girlfriend?” She asked excitedly, her hair bobbing up and down as she spoke.

Samantha smiled and reached down the back of her pants, fishing for the tiny woman. Pulling a smelly and sweaty Melissa free, she passed the beaten girl into Darci’s waiting hands.

“That was absolutely amazing!” She giggled. “I wish my parents would let me get one, I’d never be bored in class ever again! How’d you get so lucky?”

Darci shifted her legs, slipping one foot from her sneaker as she bent down. Without so much as looking at Melissa, she stuffed the tiny girl into the toe of her shoe, before quickly shoving her foot back inside. Her toes felt pleasantly cramped as Darci wiggled them all over Melissa.

“My mom just loves me more, obviously!” She joked as she nudged Sam’s arm with her elbow. The girls laughed at the flimsy joke and sat down, beginning to unpack the lunches from the bags. Darci absentmindedly scrunched her toes from time to time as she munched on a baggie full of carrots, wondering if she’d have her toy broken in by the weekend.

Well, it is only Monday...’ she thought to herself as the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Her lips curled into a smile once more as she stood up, feeling the new insole under her toes struggle weakly, providing a bit of relief to her foot. It was going to be a fun week.

Baker's Delight by 3l33thax0r
Author's Notes:

Okay, this is a new chapter (read: the one drunk-me tried to post when I deleted this story... whoopsies).

Cait hopped down from her friend?s hand, onto the expansive wooden countertop. Pastries were piled high on both sides of her, the loaf of bread beside her the size of a minivan compared to her diminutive size. A simple, handwritten sign declaring ?Free Samples? dangled above Cait as she walked over to a half-eaten cookie. She slammed her elbow into the crumbled edge, knocking a chunk loose into her waiting arm. A hushed chuckle from behind caused her to turn around, glaring slightly at the regular sized girl standing behind her.

?You?d do it to at my size, Chelsea,? Cait hollered up, before snapping a bite off from the crumb cradled in her arm. The girl just shook her head, and scooped up the remainder of the cookie Cait had just pilfered.

?Yeah, or I could just do this,? Chelsea retorted, stuffing the entire cookie into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the flat treat. Small billows of powdered sugar fell from the sky, dusting Cait in a tinge of white as the sweet snowflakes fluttered down around her.

?Hey, cut it out!? Cait yelped, brushing the fine powder from her tank top. Her disapproval was met with another giggle from her larger counterpart. She turned around to face the kitchen, walking towards the far edge of the table. In front of her, the small bakery?s kitchen hummed with activity, as a solitary baker rushed about between the various ovens, mixing drums, and flour coated countertops. Cait stopped an inch from the edge of the table, watching as the baker hoisted a large copper drum away from the wall, and began rolling it across the floor. The metallic rumbling echoed through the bakery, and Cait reached up to cover her ears as it rolled past.

Chelsea turned away from the samples, ignoring the metallic rumbling of the drum. A short thud caught her attention for a second as the drum bumped against something, a deep reverberation echoing through the bakery. Chelsea glanced over her shoulder at the sound, before quickly turning around and lowering her gaze to her phone. Between the fading hum of the metal mixing bowl and the frantic ?click-click? sounds from her phone as her fingers tapped across the screen, Chelsea was completely oblivious to the tiny shriek behind her. She didn?t even register the softer thud coming from within the drum behind her as she walked down one of the aisles.

Cait groaned as she tumbled around in the gigantic copper drum. She slammed against one of the four large paddles extending inward from the walls. The drum reverberated softly from the tiny thuds as Cait tumbled down to the bottom, before it rattled off down the aisle. Unable to stand because of the jostling of the cavernous mixing bowl, Cait crawled on her hands and knees towards the center of the drum, hoping she could get someone?s attention.

The drum slammed against the tile floor as it was stationed upright, a bellowing ring shaking Cait as she cupped her hands over her ears. The sound was deafening, like a bomb had gone off with her eardrums at the epicenter. Wincing in pain, Cait looked up as a shadow loomed over the wide mouth of the mixing drum. The edge of a cloth bag flopped over the copper lip, a tasseled drawstring dangling limp from the corner of the flour sack.

?No, wait!? Cait screamed as a shower of white dust began to descend around her. She coughed as she inhaled the fine particles, swatting her hand in front of her mouth. Her body and clothes were white as a ghost, her tiny form indistinguishable from her surroundings as more flour fell from the sky. The silky sand piled around her, and Cait struggled to climb the rising mountain of flour, afraid of being buried alive. She was losing quickly, as wave after wave of flour poured in from above, burying her up to her waist within seconds. Cait took a deep breath and clenched her eyes shut as an avalanche of flour entombed her completely. The weight of the loosely packed flour made it hard to move, but Cait struggled to pull herself out. A small pocket of air gave her room to breathe, if only for a moment.

She could hear the muffled thumps around her as more ingredients were dumped into the copper bowl. Tiny shockwaves rippled through her with each lump of sugar or baking powder added to the mix. Cait positioned her arms to her sides, slowly pushing herself up. She felt her legs begin to shift, when suddenly everything lurched sideways. A wall of flour plowed into Cait?s face before she could react, and she was tossed about as the mixer began to spin.

Cait only caught short glimpses of her surroundings as she was thrown around within the mixer. The fine granules around her softened the impacts, but her limbs were growing weak quickly as she tried to keep from being sucked under the swirling sea of flour. She watched as someone lifted a bucket towards the mixer, sending a tidal wave of water into the dry mixture. The sweet smell of brown sugar filled her nostrils as the water churned around her, the powdery concoction beginning to thicken into a pale mud. Cait had to strain to keep herself afloat as another bucket was poured in, the overpowering smell of melted butter saturating the air. Her body was covered in a sticky paste as she finally slipped under the surface of the mixture, the pale batter undulating as the drum droned on. Every few moments, Cait would surface for a few seconds, before being tugged back down by the undertow of the mixer.

As she was about to be sucked down once more, the mixer jolted to a halt. Cait sighed in relief as she pulled her legs out from under a roll of the thick goop, small clumps of batter dripping around her from the paddles dangling overhead. She watched as the drum tilted forward, and a large scoop reached inside. The metal utensil scraped against the copper walls, sending shivers down Cait?s neck as she trudged through the thick mixture.

?Hey, in here!? She shouted, waving her arms as she approached the mouth of the drum. ?I?m stuck, help!?

Cait ducked as the scoop darted back in, avoiding decapitation by mere inches as the scoop dug into the batter behind her. She yelped as the gooey mass lunged forward, dragging her trapped body along with it. Light poured over her as she was removed from the mixer, and Cait shielded her eyes with one hand. She squinted as her eyes adjusted, and wiped her hands on her sticky t-shirt before waving them above her head.

?Down here, hey!?

PLOP

Cait sank up to her shoulders as the woman holding the scoop deposited her and the batter into a metal bowl. The edges rose up a few feet around her, allowing Cait to see only the upper half of the apron clad woman as she quickly grabbed a handful of dough. She watched as the woman rolled it into a neat little ball, then set it on a cookie sheet and slapped it with her palm. Cait?s blood ran cold when she heard the wet splat of batter being flattened out. The hand darted down towards her, and she swore the woman looked at her as the gloved hand squeezed around her. She let out a shrill scream as she was lifted into the air, and pounded her left hand against the rubber glove.

The woman felt something odd in her grasp, and quickly opened her hand. She gasped as she saw a tiny girl lodged in the ball of cookie dough her arms and legs sticking out rather comically from the lump of batter.

?What the hell...? She held her hand up to her face, her expression a combination of shock and excitement. Gingerly, she poked at the squirming girl, nudging a small clump of batter up to the base of the little woman?s chin.

?Stop!? The tiny?s voice squeaked. ?Help me get out of this please. I need to get back to my friend!?

The woman paused for a moment, and looked up towards the front of the bakery. A young woman was glancing around the small shop nervously, as if she had misplaced something important, but was too embarrassed to ask for help. The woman turned her palm slightly, allowing the tiny girl a better view.

?You mean that girl over there, the one in the pink dress?? She asked, licking her lips.

Cait squirmed as the woman?s large fingers massaged the dough around her, keeping her firmly buried in the thick paste. ?Yes, that?s my friend! Can you take me over to her please??

The woman glanced down at her hand, then back up at the tiny?s friend. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lip, and she placed the tiny girl down on the cookie sheet.

?Wait right here, I have an idea,? the woman said softly, motioning for Cait to be quiet. Cait craned her neck to see, but being stuck on her back like an overturned turtle limited her view to the tops of people?s heads as the browsed the busy bakery.

?Are you going to get her?? Cait shouted, confused as to why the woman hadn?t removed her from the ball of dough yet. Her heart began to race as she looked back at the baker, just in time to see her lick her perky red lips.

?No! Don?t you dare!? She screamed, thrashing to get out of the sticky batter. She shrieked as the woman?s hand swooped down and lifted her from the cookie sheet. Tears began to stream down her face as the cherry red lips parted, exposing the gaping cavern of the woman?s hungry maw.

The woman wasted no time in shoving the lump of cookie dough and tiny into her mouth. Though it was quite a large bite, she managed to seal her lips around the savory morsel, and began to gently chew. The muffled screams from within her mouth vibrated through her jaw, and the woman suppressed the urge to giggle at the ticklish sensation.

Cait was bathed in warm saliva, her entire body sticky from the batter and drool clinging to her. It was humid and dark in the woman?s mouth, with only thin glints of light poking through the lips as the woman chewed. Cait screamed as she was pushed towards her molars, the ivory boulders gnawing on her and the remnants of dough that still clung to her clothes. While not enough to break her bones, the sharp teeth stung as Cait was munched between them for a moment. She cried as the slimy monstrosity of a tongue lunged, and pummeled her into the inside of the giant baker?s cheek.

Smiling at the delicious flavors in her mouth, the woman tilted her head back and swallowed. Her fingers traced a lump down her neck, down to the collar of her apron. She looked up and made eye contact with the girl in pink, and flashed a wide smile. The girl seemed upset, but didn?t say anything as the woman wiped her mouth off with the back of her wrist. She turned around, and opened the thick metal door to the oven, and placed the cookie sheet inside. She smiled as she noted there were only eleven cookies on the sheet, and rubbed her tummy at the thought of where the missing cookie ended up.

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Chelsea walked briskly down each aisle, lifting up various breads and pastries.

?Cait, where are you?? She hissed, annoyed that her little friend had wandered off again. ?If you?re hiding on purpose, it?s not funny anymore, come on out.?

As she searched, her annoyance turned to concern. Cait wasn?t one for pulling pranks like this, and usually after a few minutes she would wander back into view. However, it had been over fifteen minutes, and she hadn?t seen any trace of her tiny friend. Chelsea was beginning to panic, hoping that nothing had happened to Cait. She looked towards the baker in the back, watching for a moment as the woman unloaded some batter from the mixer. She debated asking for help, but didn?t want to cause any inconvenience because of her lack of attention to Cait.

After a few more laps up and down the short aisles, Chelsea was beginning to lose hope. She took a few steps towards the front, and saw the baker snatch up a cookie from the backing sheet. She watched for a moment as the woman popped the whole ball of dough into her mouth.

?Must be a good cookie,? she thought to herself for a moment, before turning around to check one more time for Cait. After carefully walking up and down several times, and peeking under every loaf of bread twice, Chelsea finally sighed in defeat. She felt a tear gathering in her eye as she turned to head for the door.

?Excuse me, young lady??

Chelsea stopped, and turned to face the voice addressing her. It was the baker, a tray of freshly baked cookies in her hand.

?Y... Yes?? Chelsea replied, trying to stifle her sorrow.

The baker set the cookie sheet down, and approached the counter separating them. ?Is everything alright?? She asked sweetly, a look of concern on her face.

Chelsea sucked in a deep breath of air. ?It?s nothing, I just think I lost something, but I can?t find it. I thought I left it somewhere in here, but I just... I can?t find it.?

The baker smiled, and turned around for a moment. She spun back around with a cookie in her hand.

?Here, it?s on me,? she said. ?My personal recipe, it?s truly to die for!?

Chelsea looked at the golden brown cookie, then at the baker. ?Thank you,? she said softly, as she reached for the baked treat. Taking a bite out of the warm, moist cookie gave Chelsea a tiny reprieve from her sorrow as she walked out of the bakery. Hopefully Cait would turn up okay, wherever she wandered off to this time.

The baker watched as Chelsea left the store, and patted her tummy. ?They are to die for indeed,? she mumbled to herself, feeling the soft kicking in her belly as her latest snack struggled inside.
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