Chapter 1

Jessie Stockton stood in the tiny bathroom of her tiny apartment and stared at her reflection in the mirror. A sigh escaped her lips as she looked herself up and down and started to pick apart her appearance for the umpteenth time that morning. Staring into her own blue eyes, she supposed she was pretty. She'd always been told she had a pretty face but at her size, that was usually a backhanded compliment at best.

Jessie forced a smile a cheerleader worthy smile at her reflection but quickly let it drop. She had full lips and perfectly straight, white teeth thanks to her parent's dental insurance. But she hated the way her cheeks rounded when she smiled too broadly, drawing attention to the extra weight she was carrying. Despite my "pretty face", she thought bitterly. 

As Jessie stood up straight, the old Guns N' Roses shirt she was wearing stretched perilously tight across her enormous bosom. She bit her lip and wished once more that she could wear the low cut shirts she saw other girls flaunting but as always, quickly pushed the idea away. Even if she had the confidence to wear something accentuated her breasts, they were so freakishly large no one bothered to make anything that could fit them. After all, she thought, just more fat and who wants to see that on display. As per usual she had them crushed into a formless lump by a bra two sizes too small and further disguised by a flannel worn open over her T-Shirt. 

Adept as she was at disguising the enormity of her breasts, there wasn't a thing Jessie could do to hide the size of her thighs and butt. She assuaged herself often with the fact that at least her body was proportionate to itself. It's just that her proportions were kindly described as Rubenesque and unkindly described as gargantuan. She slid her hands down the flare of her thighs and back up across the vast expanse of her rump. She squeezed both sides, what little of the prodigious amount flesh she could fit her hands over anyway, and felt her fingers sink deeply into her soft cheeks.

"What guys would want to grab your ass, Jessie," she whispered into the mirror. She snorted at the thought as she released her grip, causing the flesh of her thighs and butt to visibly wobble. A man would need hands the size of garbage can lids to even grab one cheek properly, she thought to herself. She met her own eyes in the mirror again and gave her reflection a wry grin, at least no one where she was going today would be able to grab a normal-sized butt either.

Jessie closed her eyes, straightened her back and took a sharp deep breath then let it out slowly. When she opened them she had reapplied that cheerleader smile, cocked her head to one side causing her brown ponytail to playfully bounce and said cheerfully, "Hello, my name is Jessie Stockton and I'll be your giantess today!"

The sound of the front door slamming snapped Jessie out of her reverie and she let out a very undignified little shriek of surprise. Her heart was still pounding in her ears when a lazy voice drawled from somewhere in the apartment, "God Jessie, you sound like a waitress or something."

A girls head covered in an unruly mop of curly blonde hair abruptly appeared in the bathroom doorway wearing a mischievous grin, "You know these guys are showing up to fulfill their darkest erotic fantasies, not hear the lunch specials at O'Brien's" 

"Rachel, I am a waitress though," Jessie whined, "I don't think I can do this."

"Not tonight you aren't," Rachel exclaimed. "Tonight you're a wrathful goddess crushing the life out of your puny underserving worshippers!" 

Jessie couldn't help but giggle as her best friends voice built into a dramatic crescendo, "A rampaging sexual Godzilla stomping any boy with a hard-on flat as a pancake"

Now Jessie was dissolving into full-on laughter as Rachel illustrated her point by giving her best Godzilla roar and started stalking across her bathroom floor. Another roar punctuated each stomp of her foot as she brought her dirty white vans crashing down on each imaginary man. "Is that what you do when you go, pretend to be Godzilla?" Jessie asked through subsiding giggles, wiping a tear away from her eye. 

The mischievous grin returned to Rachel's face, "Nah, never Godzilla, but if it was in their file then hey, it's their money," she said with a casual shrug of her shoulders. "Plus it'd be hilarious," she paused, tapping one finger against her chin and looked thoughtful. "Ok you talked me into it, Jessie, I'm Godzilla tonight whether those boys put it in their requests or not."

Jessie broke into fresh peals of laughter at the thought, she did not doubt that Rachel would do just as she said. She looked at her best friend, a slender girl. Short and tomboyish she moved like a manic pixie and wore the kind of casual punky look that seemed to drive boys wild. She didn't bother to wear a bra underneath her skintight crop-top, but her breasts were slight enough to not need one. White and black striped stockings went up to a plaid mini skirt that Jessie doubted she could fit past her calves. Five-foot nothing on a good day, she barely came up to Jessie's armpit. Her freckled heart-shaped face was framed by an artfully unkempt mop of blonde hair and that mischievous grin was already creeping back over her lips.

"Of course most of your boys are probably gonna want to be squished under that big fat ass of yours," Rachel shouted playfully. 

Jessie felt her mouth drop open in shock at the idea that anyone would want anything to do with her butt and felt her face start to grow hot at the thought of how much larger it would appear to the tiny boys that had chosen her. " Are you blushing," Rachel giggled incredulously. Jessie let out another shriek of surprise as Rachel slapped her butt, her tiny hand all but disappearing into her soft flesh. Her hand was tiny and hard, Jessie rubbed at the sting as Rachel flounced out the bathroom door.

"Come on let's go, Jessie," she called from the living room. "These boys ain't gonna squish themselves!"

Chapter 2

Jessie fretted nervously with the buttons on her flannel as she stared out the window of their Uber pod. As the automated pod merged them onto the highway she was greeted the sight of hundreds of other identical pods speeding off to other locations. "Or speeding off to the same place I'm going," she thought to herself. Her stomach started doing somersaults at the idea and she quickly turned away from the window towards Rachel. 

Rachel had one leg thrown casually up on her seat, leaving her looking decidedly unladylike in her mini skirt. She slouched in her seat and was studying Jessie through half-lidded eyes. " What are you so nervous about Jessie," she said, "these guys picked you out of the portfolio after all."

Jessie quickly looked down, she secretly thought that she was going to show up and no one would have chosen her but she didn't want to say that. "I guess I'm just worried about disappointing them, these guys paid a lot of money to be there and then I show up as their giantess?" Tears were welling up in her eyes as she finished quietly, "Who would want that."

Rachel's loud guffaw brought Jessie's head snapping back up and she blinked back tears, shocked that her friend was laughing at her. "Jessie they already know what you look like, you had to take the pictures just like I did." Jessie flushed at the memory, the woman at Tiny Dreams had been very kind but ruthlessly thorough. Jessie knew her portfolio there was full of her completely nude pictures at every conceivable angle. Including insanely detailed macro shots of her nipples, genitals and the soles of her feet. She supposed the men browsing through the girls would want a preview of what their giantess of choice would look like after they had been shrunk. 

"Yeah, but when there's girls like..." Jessie looked down and paused, then finished softly. "When there are girls like you to choose from, who would choose a behemoth like me."

Rachel scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Jessie who wouldn't want to get smothered between those big ol' tits you're hiding underneath there." She grabbed her modest chest and squeezed her breasts together, "You know how hard I'd have to try to smash one of those guys between these bee stings?" 

Rachel pushed harder, managing to make her tiny breasts meet, "I mean, I've done it a couple of times for fun," She released her breasts and slouched back into her seat, "but if I was picking boobs to die under they'd be yours. Plus you're beautiful and you're nice." The mischievous grin made an reaapearance, "You'll probably spend all day with these idiots, I just go in, squish away and collect my check."

Jessie tried not to show how much Rachel calling her beautiful had affected her. Changing the subject she said, "I thought the guys put requests in their file of how they wanted to... um," Jessie bit her lip and she searched for an appropriate word, "reach their climax?" She finished lamely and looked sheepishly away blushing furiously.

Rachel burst out laughing again, holding her stomach and drumming her heels on the floor of the pod. "Climax," she sputtered wiping away tears. "Climax, that's good. You mean how they want to die with a boner. See, I told you you're nice." 

"Well they're the ones paying for it," Jessie protested, "plus it's kind of, you know, final." She felt some serious twinges of doubt about whether she'd be able to go through with ending a life. But after all, they had paid their money and if she didn't do it, someone, else would. Plus rent was two months overdue and she needed the money badly.

"Eh. Once they sign the paperwork to be shrunk they completely give up their rights as a human being," Rachel said with a casual shrug. "So their requests are just that. Requests. You don't actually have to do any of it. As long as you leave your room with every guy in there either squashed, smothered or eaten then Tiny Dreams will cut you your check."

"So, you don't do any of their requests?" Jessie asked with a frown. "That seems awfully cruel."

Rachel waved one tiny hand, "Nah I'll do em sometimes if they're not too boring, but some of it's not exactly easy" 

"Their requests are hard, how?" Jessie asked, genuinely curious. How hard could it be?

Rachel leaned forward chuckling, "Well I had this one guy last time, real charming in his notes. Cute too or else I wouldn't have even considered trying. He wanted me to shove him up my butt, alive, and let him suffocate in there." She accentuated her point with two fingers shoved in the air, a lopsided grin on her face. "Real freak, but like I said, total hottie so I tried."

Jessie, who hadn't been on a date since Junior High, inwardly despaired at the irony of possibly having to squish a guy she found attractive and had picked her. Life wasn't fair, she thought. 

Rachel held her thumb and forefinger up and squinted through the small space she made, "Problem is, these boys are only about a half-inch tall on average. So they're pretty fragile." She hid her face, starting to laugh again, "So this guy is all gassed up cause I'm gonna do it, he wanted to be put in and taken out a few times. Honestly, though, I was just gonna leave him in after the first one. But we never even got that far."

"What happened," Jessie asked.

"Well, I'm trying to push him in there, I've got him on the end of my finger but I'm just kind of mashing him on the outside you know, I worried about him getting crushed before I even get him in there." Rachel full-fledged starts giggling again, "So I decided to just go for it and ram him in. He slips off the tip of my finger and I end up smearing this guy into paste on the side of my finger as it goes in!" 

Jessie couldn't help but also laugh at the imagery of her friend trying so hard and failing so spectacularly. She forced down her own giggles, "Come on Rachel, that poor guy..."

"Oh that's not even the best part," Rachel exclaimed. "I knew the guy, it was Anthony. That guy at O'Brien's who always ordered the steak burger, he was a great tipper. What a shame."

Jessie's eyes widened, "Anthony, went to Tiny Dreams?" She asked, incredulous. She had entertained plenty of her own fantasies about Anthony. He was always so charming, and she thought wryly, definitely a great tipper. She couldn't quite place the odd feeling she was getting knowing that Anthony had ended his life, smashed to bits, against the rim of her best friends anus. She wondered what his last thoughts were. Her blush crept back up as she also wondered if he had an erection when it happened.

"Oh yeah Jessie, I've seen a bunch of people from class and the restaurant in my room, I mean it makes sense. The guys see you all the time, fantasize about you and then when they hear you signed up for Tiny Dreams," she shrugged and raised her hands, "they sign up too to make that fantasy a reality."

"Well, not a reality if they end up a smear on your finger, " Jessie said raising her eyebrows.

"Ah gimme a break," Rachel said with a snort and a wave of her hand. "I was close at least."

Jessie smiled alongside her friend as their pod pulled up to Tiny Dreams, but her stomach was still full of butterflies. She still thought no one could have possibly chosen her, although Rachel seemed so confident. But what if someone had chosen her and she knew them. As she stepped out of the pod she felt the heat coming back to her face, "What have I gotten myself into," she murmured to herself. 

Chapter 3

Bobby Baisden walked down Clark Street lost in a haze of thought and emotion. When you're overcome with existential dread while simultaneously in a sort of love-struck shock over the idea of your wildest fantasies coming true it doesn't exactly make you the most observant person in the world. So it was unsurprising when Bobby blindly walked into something warm, soft and incredibly large. He bounced back and in his surprise clumsily tripped over his own feet, landing hard on his butt and skinning his palms on the rough sidewalk. 

"I-I'm sorry," Bobby stammered, still looking at the ground in front of him. His face already starting to redden he looked up and saw who he had run in to and instantly wished he was an inch tall, for a multitude of different reasons. Bobby had just bumped into the very person he had signed away his life savings to be crushed by today.

His heart felt like it stopped as she turned around to see who had bumped into her. He felt his mouth hanging open as he looked up at his own personal goddess. She already dwarfed him at normal sizes, Jessie was just under six feet tall and Bobby had been wearing inserts in his shoes to bump his height up from 5'2 to 5'4 since he was in high school. He stared at her enormous butt, massive but still very shapely and easily three times as wide as his own body. Even though he had been entertaining giantess fantasies about Jessie for the past year, he had often thought that she could already crush him to death at their current size. If she sat on him her butt would easily cover from his head down to his crotch and there wouldn't be a thing Bobby could do to move her off of him.

She seemed to move in slow motion, her long brown ponytail swung to the side as she turned her head to look behind her. Her mouth opened into a silent O of surprise when she looked down at him. His face now burning Bobby immediately stared back down at the ground and mumbled, "Hi, Jessie."

His brain was working furiously, trying to think of something cool to say. Hey Jessie, I'm in love with you but instead of asking you out I decided I'd rather be smushed flat between your breasts, he ground his teeth at how stupid he felt. He opened his mouth to say he was sorry again, but before he could get it out a loud high pitched voice squealed, "Panda! Panda is that you?!"

Bobby visibly cringed at hearing his unwanted nickname shouted in the street as Rachel's pixieish face poked around the side of Jessie's massive bulk. "Panda what are you doing here, I thought you always worked Wednesday shift in the kitchen. Call in sick today?" Rachel said with a conspiratorial wink and finger quotations waggling.

"Um, not exactly," Bobby replied lamely as he got to his feet, brushing his hands off on his blue jeans. God he wished Jessie could just stomp him flat right now and end this utter embarrassment. 

Looking from Bobby and back to the sign that read "Tiny Dreams" above the office park they were in Rachel's mouth opened into an O of shock to mirror Jessie's but was quickly replaced by that lopsided mischievous grin of hers. "Oh, Ohhhh I get it now," she said with another cringe-inducing wink. 

"Looks like O'Briens is gonna need a new busboy, eh Jessie?" Rachel said giggling and elbowing Jessie in one massive thigh, causing it to wobble in the most interesting ways.

Rachel stood on her tippy toes and motioned for Jessie to lean down, as she started whispering in her ear. Bobby watched Jessie's face start to turn red and her eyes open wide as she stared directly at him. Rachel pulled away and exclaimed, "I swear it, " and dissolved into peals of high pitch giggles. Meanwhile, Jessie's face suggested she would rather join Bobby in being an inch tall to escape this situation. 

"Come on Jessie," Rachel said as she hooked her arm around Jessie's elbow, "looks like shrimps on special again tonight."

As Rachel pulled her through the door, Jessie looked back over her shoulder at Bobby one more time. Their eyes met and he wasn't sure what he saw there, some sort of mixture between shock and embarrassment but definitely a healthy dose of curiosity. He raised his hand up to wave goodbye as the door closed and could still hear Rachel's giggles through the tinted glass. 

Bobby let out a sigh, then straightened his back, set his jaw and walked through the doors of Tiny Dreams to meet his destiny. 

Apparently, destiny can only afford cheap linoleum and Ikea furniture. Bobby had been to Tiny Dreams before to sign up but just like the first time, was struck by how much the place looked like a cheap dentist's office. The pop of and snap of someone chewing bubblegum brought Bobby back to reality.

 "Bigs to the left, tinies to the right," drawled a bored voice from behind the glass counter. The receptionist, a bored-looking girl in her late twenties, hair in a messy bun and thick black glasses on her face didn't even bother to look up from her computer. 

Letting out another sigh Bobby started walking towards the cheap-looking door on the right. It had a piece of computer paper taped to the front with a large "T" printed on it. In comic sans. Bobby stared at the paper and felt a wild manic giggle start to build in his chest, he had signed his life away to a company that used comic sans on their signs and didn't even bother springing for a plaque. 

Bobby pushed the door open, on the other side, there was a medium-sized room that had ten desks in it. To Bobby, it looked like a high school classroom, and every desk was filled except for one. The desks were occupied by a multitude of different people. One man was dressed in a full business suit and stared quietly down at his desk, another was wearing a studded belt and had a mohawk. He was busy leering at anyone who looked his way. Bobby's eyebrows raised as he noticed that one of the people in the room was a woman. She was quite striking, long blonde hair fell to her shoulders and she had a classicly European face that would have looked at home on a fashion magazine cover. She sat with easy confidence and if she noticed all the looks she was getting from the men in the room, she didn't show it. A kind of half-smile was on her full lips like she knew something no one else did.

"Hey, you've got to fill out your form," a voice squeaked from beside Bobby. He looked down to see the only person in the room who was shorter than he was. The owner of the voice was currently giving Bobby a big toothy smile, he had a bowl cut and was wearing a shirt that proclaimed his love for The Legend of Zelda and didn't look like he was old enough to vote.

"I'm Hunter, you can sit next to me," he exclaimed cheerfully and stuck out his hand.

Bobby took the extended handshake. Hunter's hands were soft and limp but he pumped away at Bobby's hand enthusiastically anyway. "I'm Bobby, Hunter are you even old enough to be here?" Bobby said incredulously as he slid into his seat. 

"Oh yes sir I am! Today's my eighteenth birthday and I've been saving my allowance to come here since I was fifteen." Hunter exclaimed. He didn't seem to pause or take a breath while he was speaking. "Straight A's all through school, so I always got paid for those. I can't wait to meet Rachel, she just seems so perfect and sweet and nice and I think we're gonna be best friends."

Hunter was still beaming, dreamy-eyed as Bobby stared at him with eyebrows raised. "Rachel, Rachel Maxwell... sweet and nice?"

Hunters eyebrows about shot off his head, "You know Rachel," he exclaimed breathlessly. "Oh man, you're so lucky. I've only ever seen her picture. But I can't wait to meet her, I wonder what our first kiss will be like. I've never been kissed before but I bet Rachel is the best kisser..."

Bobby shook his head and turned to his paper as he let Hunter babble on about Rachel. He certainly didn't think Rachel was a bad person but he thought Hunter might be in for a shock if he was expecting a night of romance with Rachel Maxwell. He tapped the provided pencil as he looked at the woefully short questionnaire. There were only four sections: "Name of big, name of tiny, preferred place of climax and special notes"

Bobby carefully wrote his own name and then Jessie Stockton under big. He paused under the preferred place of climax and bit his lip before writing "Breasts." He had agonized over that decision and had almost chosen to be sat on. But he couldn't deny Jessie's enormous breasts, he closed his eyes and felt himself start to get aroused at the very thought. He had played this fantasy out in his head a thousand times. Jessie would let him play all over her body, laughing as his tiny feet tickled her. up and down her soft jiggling stomach. Hiking in between her mountainous butt cheeks knowing that one wrong jiggle would smear him into a greasy spot in her butt crack. Her fingers gently rubbing him across her womanhood, slick and hot till he was brought to climax. Then she'd lay on her side, peel one gargantuan breast up and lay him down on the other. She'd smile down on him one last time before gently laying her other breast down on top of his puny form. Trapped between those globes would be his whole world, a minnow floating in a sea of breast flesh and he slowly drifted away into oblivion. 

He did the best he could to convey this in his notes and signed off with, I've always been in love with you. He closed his eyes as he walked up to the door that everyone had started to queue up to, Hunter still incessantly yammering about how perfect Rachel was behind him.

The next few moments passed in a haze, he gave his paper to a professional-looking woman in a lab coat and was ushered through the door into a sterile chamber with an enclosed box the size of a telephone booth in it. The memory of stepping inside it was vague and fuzzy and shortly after everything went black.

When Bobby came to the first thing he noticed was that he was completely nude, the second thing he noticed was that he was lying in some sort of plastic translucent room with high walls and no ceiling. No, he looked harder above him. there was a ceiling, it was just impossibly far away. he looked back down at the walls of the room and let out an amused snort as a wry grin stole across his face. He wasn't in a room, he was in a piece of Tupperware. It had happened, Bobby Baisden was a half-inch tall. 

Somehow now that it was done all his fears and doubts evaporated and a sense of calm came over him. He laced his fingers behind his head and stared up at the ceiling, miles away. Bobby was at peace, nothing mattered now. Nothing except his time with Jessie. A contented sigh escaped his lips and he closed his eyes until he heard Hunter's shrill voice exclaim, "Bobby? Hey Bobby! You picked Rachel too, that's so cool man!" 

Bobby's guts turned into ice water and he whirled around to face Hunter. He saw him there waving his limp soft hand at him, a goofy smile plastered across his face. Bobby looked up past Hunter and the other people waking up in the Tupperware at the opposite wall. Scrawled across the outside in billboard-sized letters still smelling of permanent marker was a name, Bobby's heart sank to his knees as he read it written there backward from his perspective inside. 

R. Maxwell. 

Bobby looked back at Hunter, who was still beaming and muttered: "You've GOT to be kidding me..."

Jessie was still staring at Bobby over her shoulder trying to process what Rachel had whispered to her. She broke her eyes away from his, letting the door swing shut. She let herself be pulled along by her friend, who was still letting loose peals of giggles. "Are you sure?" Jessie mumbled as they headed to the left of what, in her mind, was a pretty crummy looking office for a company that made so much money. 

"Oh I'm positive, Panda's had it bad for you ever since he got hired, if that kid's eyes were laser beams he would've burned the seat of your pants right off." Rachel managed breathlessly between giggles, wiping a tear from her eye. 

Bobby, of all people, Jessie thought to herself. Disbelief warred with hope while embarrassment still lingered on the sidelines, a secret admirer? Her? Bobby had always been polite to her, and she had always thought he was cute but was politeness supposed to be how people showed they were interested in someone? She shook her head as they passed the receptionist, still somewhat dubious that Bobby had found her attractive. Especially someone so small, not that she would have minded so much. It just seemed unbelievable to her. "Why didn't you tell me?" She asked Rachel. 

"Hiya Steph!" Rachel piped at the receptionist with a big toothy smile and an exaggerated wave. A noncommittal grunt was all she got in return from the girl behind the counter, who didn't even look up as they passed through a door with a taped piece of paper that read "Bigs". " I swear, I've met lizards with more personality than Captain Cunt out there," Rachel muttered, jerking her head back in the direction of the front waiting room. 

"Why didn't you say anything about Bobby," Jessie insisted.

"Panda?" Rachel said, raising one eyebrow and snorting dismissively. "First off, I thought you knew. Everyone else sure could tell. Secondly, why would you waste your time with that shrimp? He's a sweetheart," Rachel turned on one petite foot, vans squeaking on the linoleum and proclaimed in a poor excuse for a British accent, "but come now my dear Jessica, you don't go on dates with busboys! Far beneath our standards, m'dear."

Jessie, let out an amused snort at her friend's antics but still felt put out. She inwardly sighed, Rachel was her best friend but she just didn't understand what it was like to be overweight. Jessie felt that familiar feeling of shame and self-loathing creep back into her mind, she looked up at her tiny friend marching down the hallway, steps as light as air. Jessie all of a sudden felt ponderous and ungainly. She became hyperaware of the way her buttocks heaved and shook at every step no matter how she tried to tread lightly. She pulled her t-shirt away from her soft belly in an attempt to mask the jiggling that was happening there and vainly pulled her flannel around her breasts in a futile attempt to disguise their enormity. Tears were threatening to well up in her eyes, "I would have gone on a date with Bobby," she said softly. 

"Hah! Too late for that, " Rachel exclaimed. "The only date he's got is getting popped like a grape under your big ol' ass." Rachel smacked her tiny hard fist into her palm to accentuate her point, turning back to Rachel with that mischievous grin on her face, "Splat goes the busboy. I wonder if you'll even feel his tiny pri-"

The grin fell away from Rachel's face immediately when she saw the tears running down Jessie's cheeks, "What's wrong?" She cried, putting her hand on Jessie's forearm, a look of worry creasing her brow.

Despite a herculean effort, Jessie couldn't stop her lower lip from quivering as the tears started in earnest. "I just..." she started, then looked at the ground "It just would've been nice to know someone thinks I'm pretty."

Jessie felt Rachel's hand under her chin, lifting it up. Though she didn't have to lift it far to change her view from the tear-stained shelf of her bosom to her much shorter friend's face. She gave a sniffle and looked down at Rachel, her pixie-like face screwed with determination, the tough demeanor only slightly spoiled by Jessie looming over her.

"Listen here, you're god damned gorgeous. You're a vision, a goddess and there's a box full of tiny men back there who think you're so irresistibly sexy that they gave up everything just to be in your presence. So snap out of it Jess," she gave a sharp nod and released Jessie's chin. Folding her tiny arms across her slight chest she leaned back and jutted out her lip and looked Jessie up and down, looking nothing more like a pint-sized football coach who had just inspired his team to play their hearts out with an impassioned locker room speech.

Jessie snorted a laugh through her tears at the image and put on a fake smile, then lied to her friend: "Thanks Rachel, that helped a lot."

Rachel's usual grin flew back on to her face, crinkling the sides of her eyes as she flew over to Jessie and embraced her. Or at least tried to. Her hands barely reached Jessie's armpits and her voice came out muffled, despite the fact that she was shouting, from her face being enveloped into the massive bulk of her friend's right breast. "Plus you've got these big ass TITTIES!"

Jessie shrieked a high pitched giggle as her friends shout vibrated her nipple, tickling her. The smile she wore was genuine now as she beamed down at Rachel. She was oblivious to what Jessie went through at her size but she could feel her love. And that counted for a lot. "Thanks," she said again. And meant it this time. 

"Anytime bucko," Rachel winked and pantomimed a finger gun in Jessie's direction. She turned around again, miniskirt bouncing as she skipped down the hallway and called back "Now let's go make some money!"

A wry grin crawled across her face as Jessie watched her friends pert little bottom peek out from her flashing skirt, then followed her down the hallway. Life was easier when you were cute and tiny, she thought to herself, but the boys who had signed up for Rachel's room might be in for a surprise if they thought that innocent little face would treat them with kindness. Rachel certainly wasn't cruel but she could be whimsical and careless. She might've looked like a pixie, but she was much more Puck than Tinkerbell.

As they approached two doors at the end of the hall, Jessie resolved herself to be as kind and indulgent to the men who had picked her as she possibly could be. This was their fantasy and Rachel was right, they had picked her. She felt the slightest margin of confidence edging out her sadness and she clung to it like a life preserver. They had picked her and it felt good, the least she could do was give them her best effort at making their dreams come true. She grinned and felt a flush creeping up her neck, especially Bobby. Her secret admirer. Her grin blossomed into a full-fledged smile and she bit her bottom lip with excitement. She was going to give Bobby whatever he asked for and tenfold on top of it. She stood a little straighter, her whole body was thrumming with excitement at the prospect. They might not get a second date, but Jessie was damned if she wasn't gonna blow little Bobby Baisden's mind on their first one.

"Well look who's smilin' now." Jessie gave a rather undignified squeak and jumped, as Rachel's voice broke her out of her reverie. Rachel was looking at her through narrowed eyes and waggled her eyebrows, "About time I'd say, we're here." She said as she gestured to the two doors, both bearing sheets of taped computer paper. One read "R. Maxwell", the other "J. Stockton". 

Rachel swept open her door with a flourish and stepped in but poked her head back out before it shut, fixing Jessie with a wicked grin. "Say Hi to Panda for me." She said, before ducking back in with another eruption of giggles and closing the door. 

Jessie couldn't keep the smile from her face as she stepped towards her own door. She let out a slow breath as she rested her fingers on the handle, this is it. The need for money was a distant afterthought behind the glow of incredulous wonder she felt. Behind this door was a room full of people who thought she was beautiful. One of them she actually knew. Bobby knew her, had been around her and had nursed secret affections for her. 

She set her jaw and heady with validation she swept inside, her best cheerleader smile fixed upon her face. White teeth gleaming, her head held high as she announced to the room:

"Hello, my name is Jessie Stockton and I'll be your Giantess today!"

Her smile faltered slightly and her face started to redden as she realized that she had just proclaimed that to an empty room.

Jessie closed the door behind her and took a look around, not quite empty. It was a smallish square room, maybe twelve feet across. The floor was linoleum again, but pure white this time. In fact, the whole room was white and felt rather sanitized. On the left side of the room was a desk with a chair, both made of completely clear half-inch thick plastic. There was a manilla envelope, a roll of paper towels and a translucent Tupperware container with no lid on the desk. Jessie also noticed that there seemed to be trays underneath both the desk and the chair. 

On the opposite side of the room, there was a chaise lounge that looked suspiciously Swedish. Upholstered in what looked like soft white leather but was more likely vinyl judging from the rest of the offices. Two soft-looking pillows sat at the head of the couch and an opaque plastic storage bin sat on the floor at its foot. Curious, Jessie walked over to the storage bin, pulled off the lid and examined its contents.

There was an assortment of different clear glass cylinders and bowls, a couple of rolls of medical adhesive tape, a jar of vaseline and next to the biggest pump bottle of KY Jelly she had ever seen, much to Jessie's chagrin, several different dildoes. She was blushing furiously as she examined them. They varied in size and shape, some were made of hard solid glass, a couple were soft and rubbery. One of them even had a suction cup on the bottom. She closed the lid and thought about her solemn vow to go above and beyond when fulfilling the fantasies of the tiny men. She shook her head and blew out a sigh, wondering just how strange some of the requests were going to be. 

Jessie took a few steps over to the desk and picked up the manilla envelope but before she could open it the contents of the Tupperware container caught her eye and she froze. Her breath caught in her throat as the realization of what she was looking at dawned on her. They were there, the container was occupied by 6 tiny people. Her people. The men who had chosen her. Bobby was in there she thought to herself, suddenly very nervous. 

She couldn't make out many individual features on the tiny forms, now all staring up at her. She could tell the different colors of their hair and could also tell that they were very much naked. Their minuscule penises standing out against patches of dark pubic hair, like grains of sand laid upon minuscule triangular swatches of black velvet. She tried to inconspicuously look for Bobby, but she couldn't make out faces and none of the men seemed particularly shorter than the others. She snorted and thought to herself, there wasn't much point in being inconspicuous. 

Jessie grasped the side of the container and started lifting it up to her face for a better look, the sharp motion immediately sent all the tiny forms helplessly rolling and tumbling to one side of the container. She could hear their tiny shrieks of dismay as they all ended up in an undignified mass of bodies in the corner, arms and legs sticking out every which way. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" She blurted out, clapping a hand over her mouth and quickly plopping the container back down to the desk.

Unfortunately for her would-be admirers, the return trip was even less pleasant. As their plastic vessel tapped back down to the surface of the desk the resulting energy hurled them up into the air like popcorn kernels popping on a hot pan. Jessie's mouth made an O of surprise and her face quickly turned beet red as she started stammering out apologies to the tiny groaning men scattered in the container. 

"I-I'm so sorry," she said lamely, tears threatening again. This wasn't going at all as planned, she cursed inwardly. She had wanted to impress these guys, the ones who had chosen her. Instead, she was battering them around in their cage, like dice in a cup. Hardly the sensual experience she was sure they had asked for. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. 

"Calm down Jessie, you got this," she said to herself as she bent down to peer into the container. She quickly cut off her exhalation of the aforementioned calming deep breath, as it's force had most the men in the container kneeling, bracing themselves and shielding their eyes, their hair whipping back flat against their heads as though they stood before a hurricane. Two of them even tumbled over backward before she quickly cut it off, settling for a slow exhale through her nostrils. one which merely whipped their hair around like a storm gust instead of bowling them over. 

"I'm gonna have to be a lot more careful than I thought," murmured Jessie as she took stock of the 6 men, windblown and shaken up, who now stood staring expectantly up into her looming face. They were so tiny, but now that she was closer every perfect detail of their bodies stood out. She could make out individual muscles and the tiny creases in their joints.  Little sprinklings of hair on their chests. She smiled looking at them, perfect little models. Each one of them a living, breathing, thinking human. Her eyebrows raised, a living, breathing human indeed she thought to herself as she noticed one of the group's penis starting to swell to attention as it's owner gazed rapturously onto her face. 

He had pale blonde hair, almost white, thick and cut at a medium length, now tousled about by her earlier clumsiness. He was slender, with long arms and legs. She imagined he must've been a tall man before this. She took in his face, narrow and hawkish but not unattractive. She gazed into his tiny eyes, bright and held wide with his mouth held slack in an O of amazement. She smiled as she could see even the white shapes of his teeth and his red tongue. She smiled at him, so this was a man who found her attractive?

"Better close that thing before you catch a fly," she said. Favoring him with a wink from an eye that was easily half again as tall as he was. She snorted at her own audacity, sending the entire group's hair blowing again. Jessie Stockton winking at boys? She shook her head and grinned, she couldn't believe herself. 

She frowned slightly at her next charge, as stocky and thick as the previous man had been willowy. He had black shoulder-length hair and a dark rough-looking beard, greasy and unkempt, though she supposed the unkempt portion may have been her doing. It wasn't his appearance that made her frown though, the man was already stroking his own member while staring her directly in the face. Although there wasn't much else to stare at as her face had become their ceiling for the time being. 

She supposed that she was being unfair. After all these men were here because they wanted a sexual release not to take her out to dinner. Still, a modicum of decency goes a long way. Her frown in no way hindered his ministrations upon himself so Jessie quickly moved on to inspect the next man. Her eyes widened and she gave a gasp, "Mr. Harper?"

She stared in total shock at the man in front of her. He looked to be in his late 40s, with a shock of salt and pepper hair. He had the slight paunch of a well-built man slightly gone to seed, with a slight roundness to his taught drum of a belly, but large arms and a powerful chest. Kind faded blue eyes looked at her from a face, although handsome, was looking quite abashed. 

Jessie's former high school English teacher spoke in what would have been a deep rich voice at normal size but came out as tinny and soft like earphones plugged halfway in. "Yes Jessica, it's me. But you can drop the Mr. Harper, it's just plain old Daniel now." He said with a crooked grin, still seemingly embarrassed. 

Jessie's mind raced and her heart fluttered, Mr. Harper had been the school's hearth throb teacher. Kind and easy grace coupled with his rugged worldly looks had kept most of the girls in English class at rapt attention, no matter their appreciation for the written word. Jessie was no exception and had nursed quite the school girl's infatuation with Mr. Harper, even after she ceased to be a schoolgirl. He was also a regular face at O'briens, something she hadn't paid much mind to. It was a popular restaurant after all and close to her high school, he wasn't the only former teacher she saw. 

"Mr. Harper, all the girls loved you," Jessie breathed, still in shock at seeing her high school teacher half an inch tall and naked in front of her. Although he was no less handsome for it. She looked him up and down, something he couldn't help but notice as her movements were, at his vantage, pretty hard to miss. 

His face took on a ruddy tone under her gaze and he moved a hand to cover himself. He pursed his lips and thought before he spoke again, "I was altogether aware of the effect I had on certain members of the student body. And certainly, I found myself tempted at times. After all, I'm a man,  but flesh and bone." 

Daniel Harper smiled at her and carried on, "I never indulged of course, not even after my students," he paused there and with a slight twist of his mouth he looked askance and continued, "not even after they came of...  age." 

Looking back up at her again with a smile he said, "But I was never half as much tempted as by you, one Ms. Jessica Stockton, C student," he cocked an eyebrow and gave Jessie an admonishing glare. Somehow still making her quail even though she could have ground him to paste under the tip of her finger, "but remarkable in every other way imaginable." He finished, with his easy smile returning. 

"Yes Jessica, I quite could not deny myself after I found your listing here." He bowed with a flourish, "I've been as stalwart as Sir Lancelot when it comes to dallying with my students, but you are my Guinevere," he raised from his bow and looked upon her with a sparkle in his eye, "and I find myself quite literally powerless before the immensity of your beauty."

Jessie felt positively faint. Is this what swooning felt like? The flush filling her cheeks now had little to do with embarrassment as she started fanning her face. "Um, thank you?" She replied lamely, outwardly cringing at her loss of words in the face of Mr. Harper's flowery praise.

"Do not thank me!" He exclaimed, "Does the humble blade of grass require thanks from the majestic Sun for the honor of basking in its immeasurable splend-" Mr. Harper's monologue faded to background static as Jessie suddenly remembered Bobby. He was in here too!

Jessie looked at the 5th man, most assuredly not Bobby. Weasel faced and gangly, Jessie noticed he had a bright orange mohawk, still standing straight up, that must have been filled with enough gel to withstand her previous bumbling. He glared at her with malice in his eye. 

"I ain't supposed to be here," he sneered and spat on the ground, "I don't do fat chicks."

Jessie was too shocked to react, some sort of role playing maybe? She knew she wasn't going to like that one. She pushed it quickly from her mind, only one left and it had to be Bobby. Her heart fluttered and she looked for him. She giggled as she spotted him, huddled in the corner with his back facing her, shaking. The fact that he was too embarrassed to look up only endeared him to her more. 

"Bobby, you don't have to be embarrassed," Jessie said, smiling as she reached out ever so carefully with her finger. She felt his body spasm and flinch away as her finger, as wide across as his back, touched him. Concentrating and taking care not to accidentally flatten one of his limbs, she pushed him around to face her. "Don't be shy, you know I always kind of had a little crush on you t-" the words stopped dead on her lips as her heart felt like it flopped into her stomach. It wasn't Bobby.

Cold pricked her face as she looked down at the frail trembling figure. His weak chin was trembling and the sand-colored mustache on his upper lip was crusted with snot from him crying. His bird chest was heaving and his red-rimmed watery eyes were darting around in a panic as if searching for some escape from his plastic prison. 

"Please I swear,  Benny set me up!" He gibbered and clutched at his knees, eyes bulging, "I swear I was never gonna talk, never!"

As the tiny sobbing man dissolved into weeping shudders, Jessie barely processed his words. Only slightly aware of his apparent fear. More role playing, she thought woodenly to herself as she slumped into the clear plastic chair. She was once again stifling tears, Bobby didn't choose her.

She had been so sure after seeing him in the street, the look they exchanged in the doorway. Rachels assurances had her revisiting all the little conversations they had, laughs they had shared. She had actually thought Bobby really liked her.

Jessie angrily dashed the tears from her eyes, she was done crying today. Stupid Bobby Baisden, how could she think he would have liked her. With her ass as wide as a doorway, hulking over him like some sort of circus freak. He had probably only been nice to her to try to get to Rachel she thought, her eyes narrowing.

She felt a stab of anger at her friend, so petite, so cute and so very very clueless. Her anger evaporated as soon as it came on, it wasn't Rachel's fault Bobby wanted her after all. Her tears drying up she felt an uncharacteristically wicked grin play across her lips. Bobby had gotten his wish, there was only one other choice here today and that meant he was in the room next door with Rachel. Thinking of Anthony, struggling vainly before being smeared into a bloody smudge against her best friends asshole, Jessie hoped that Rachel did something exceptionally heinous to stupid Bobby Baisden.

A long sigh and a shake of her hands, "Get it together Stockton," she muttered to herself. After all, there were 6 men who looked at her like a Goddess sitting right on the desk. She was going to give them the time of their lives, Bobby wouldn't know what he was missing as he was most likely getting carelessly squished and soon after forgotten by Rachel. She looked down into the container, these 6 lucky guys were going to get everything they ever wanted and more. She half smirked, even the ones who were pretending they were scared or didn't want to be there. Jessie could play along. After all, she thought as she reached for the first man, 

They picked her. 

It was the least she could do

Bobby stared woodenly at Hunter as his incessant babble continued unabated, "I can't wait, are you excited? I'm excited. I think I'll tell Rachel I want to go first..."

"I'm not supposed to be here," Bobby said, still too shocked to muster up more than a whisper. Hunter seemed to not have noticed.

"I feel like Rachel and I should get to know each other first, maybe a nice talk before we-" Hunter paused for a moment, possibly for the first time since Bobby had met him. He turned slightly red and looked at his feet, suddenly sheepish. "You know before we kiss," he was now an alarming shade of crimson and extremely interested in his toes, "before we do... other stuff."

Shock was starting to turn into a sickening sense of impending doom, Bobby grabbed Hunter by his shoulders and started shaking him, his eyes bulging from his head as he screamed in his face, "I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!"

Despite Bobby's manhandling of him Hunter only looked perplexed, he cocked his head and looked back at Bobby and gave half a grin, "Well if you didn't want to be here you shouldn't have signed up."

"Oh god oh god oh god oh god"

 Bobby whirled around to see a man, who looked to be in his late twenties. Slicked back hair, dark bushy eyebrows and a nose that looked like it had been broken a few times, the man would have cut quite an imposing figure if he hadn't had a look of abject terror on his face. 

"Oh god man, I ain't supposed to be here either. Me neither man!" He cried, grabbing Bobby's forearm in a vise-like grip he continued gibbering, "I told George that Benny was wise to us but he wouldn't listen. Now we're in here with these fucking FREAKS," he screamed the last word, spittle flying, eyes open wide as he glared around their cage, " waiting to get snuffed."

"No one's getting killed here today," a woman's voice rang out. 

Bobby looked up from the blubbering goon, who still had his arm in a death grip and saw the blonde woman from earlier striding purposefully towards them. As stark naked as the rest of them, she still somehow managed to walk with an air of authority. The smirk on her face seemed to say that she was in complete control of the situation, as though she wasn't, in fact, a half-inch tall and currently occupying a container mostly used for leftover dinner. 

She cocked an eyebrow and looked down her nose at Bobby and the red-eyed sniffling thug currently attached to his forearm, "Not that you don't deserve it, Paulie Estretta."

"How do you know my name?" The thug stuttered, releasing Bobby so he could turn and face the woman. Taking the time to leer at her bosom and let his eyes wander down towards her crotch, despite the tears. Some men just have a gift. 

Although Bobby certainly couldn't blame him, the woman was incredibly striking if you were into that whole blonde valkyrie thing. Tall, rangy and athletic she had the kind of haughty face that Bobby was used to seeing on women who were beautiful and knew it. She crossed her arms across her breasts, though it didn't seem as though it was an act of modesty. She sneered back at the man currently engrossed in the cleft between her toned thighs and you could hear the contempt dripping from her voice, "Don't worry Paulie, you're trading this plastic prison for a steel one. But maybe not for as long as you deserve if you can be helpful."

She took in the rest of the crowd of men who had gathered around to watch the drama unfold and announced, "I'm Special Agent Marie Sanders and I'm working undercover, I'm sorry to inform you that Tiny Dreams is a front for a criminal organization, a money-laundering operation," she gestured to the man in front of her, "and an easy way to dispose of bodies."

The crowd started muttering, "I paid a lot of money to be here," piped up a middle-aged man with a long rodent-like nose.

"Rachel would never do anything bad, she's perfect," exclaimed Bobby, looking suitably aghast that anyone would dare besmirch the name of his beloved Rachel Maxwell. 

"I'll do anything, please, just get me outta here," Paulie cried to the blonde woman, the possibility of escaping with his life apparently being enough of an incentive to break his gaze away from her crotch. "But how are you gonna do it, you're stuck inside here with the rest of us."

She smirked, "It's in my notes when I signed up, I specifically requested a conversation with Ms. Maxwell before-" she wrinkled her nose in apparent disgust, "outlining a few more lurid acts so the staff didn't catch on."

Agent Sanders looked down at Bobby and softened her tone, "You look a little young to be mixed up in this outfit," she shook her head. "I don't know what you did to get on these people's bad side but I'm gonna get you out of here too, kid," she finished, laying a hand on his shoulder. 

A war of terror, shame and relief was currently being waged inside Bobby's head. He couldn't bring himself to tell the woman that he had signed up willingly, saying it out loud to a person who had just vowed to save him seemed beyond ridiculous. A wave of gratitude for the woman swept over him, he had to warn her about Rachel and how erratic she could be. Just as he opened his mouth the loud click and swish of a door opening cut him off. The echoing boom of footfalls could be felt through slight vibrations on the plastic floor of their cage as everyone's heads swiveled towards the source. 

The footfalls grew louder, sounding like the bass of distant thunder and reverberating in Bobby's stomach, which was currently turning to ice water. He had never felt more terrified and helpless, completely exposed. His eyes darted around, nowhere to hide. Nowhere to run. His entire body broke into a cold sweat and he heard someone moaning in terror as Rachel Maxwell strode into their sight. They could only see her from the waist up, the effect of seeing her features so perfectly even though they were hundreds of yards away was dizzying. 

Short blonde hair framed her freckled and slightly rounded face, small upturned nose and pointed chin giving her a pixie-like look. Her lips pulled away in a smile from teeth just slightly too large for her face as she looked down in the container. As she bent down to inspect them closer her face started to grow and grow and grow, became impossibly large as now their entire sky consisted of nothing but Rachel Maxwells freckle-faced grin. They were all in her shadow, they were all struck speechless and frozen to the spot like deer in the headlights. Transfixed like prey before an inescapable predator, Rachel just stared back, taking them all in without saying a word. 

"BOO!"

The word echoed like a thunderclap and the wind from her voice whirled the air around Bobby like a gale in a storm. He clapped his hands over his ears and had to shut his watering eyes against the wind. It was like being in a warm hurricane flavored with spearmint. As the wind died down Bobby slowly opened his eyes, shuddering with terror he looked back up at Rachel's face looming over them all like some sort of madly grinning moon. 

"Well folks, let's get to squishin'," Rachel exclaimed cheerfully. Her smile getting larger so that it crinkled up the sides of her eyes. Her face receded as fast as it had come down but Bobby didn't have time to notice as the floor had suddenly turned into the wall. The bottom dropped out of his stomach and heard people shrieking with terror as the floor titled up, sending them all tumbling towards the corner.

All six of them ended up in a pile of arms and legs, gathered in the corner groaning. Bobby's face was jammed into something hot and soft. "Mmph," he struggled for breath but there was a weight pressing down on top of him. He started to panic and thrash but the weight was abruptly removed, he lifted his head and gasped in a breath, stars clearing from his eyes he looked up over the taut belly and breasts of Agent Sanders who was glaring back at him with no amusement on her face. He looked down between the two tanned legs that were currently on either side of his head and with a jolt of embarrassment suddenly realized where his face had been buried. 

"Uh, sorry Ma'am but you're not my type," Bobby said and tried to put on a grin, a grin that quickly wilted under Agent Sanders stony gaze. 

She rolled her eyes and let out a snort of disgust but Bobby didn't have to endure it long as once again their floor disappeared and they all suddenly felt themselves in a free fall. Eyes bulging in terror Bobby fell, he had time to take in the clear ground that they were falling towards and also realized that Rachel had let them fall from an incredibly great height. He started screaming, what was only a few inches to her had to have been the equivalent of being dropped from a 4 story building to them. As the ground rushed up to meet him Bobby thought of Jessie, how he would never get to tell her how he felt.

WHAM

Bobby hit the clear plastic surface and felt all his breath pushed out of him. his eyes watered and he wheezed as he tried to pull in a panicked breath. After a few tries he managed to get some air back into his shrieking lungs and then realized, much to his surprise, he was still alive. He rolled onto his back and sat up, seeing other people around him slowly getting up as well. He looked up, and it occurred to him at their minuscule weight they must not fall fast enough to get hurt very badly. Although it certainly wasn't pleasant he thought ruefully. 

As he got to his feet Bobby saw Hunter walking by him, apparently unfazed by their fall he had his eyes fixed dead ahead. He looked up and saw their focus, Rachel Maxwell. Impossibly large, impossibly far away across a vast expanse of clear plastic several football fields in length she appeared to be sitting down. Leaning back and looking at all of them smirking. Bobby felt exposed, the walls of their giant Tupperware seemed downright cozy compared to this infinite hard plastic surface they stood on now. 

"Hi Rachel, my name is Hunter and it's so nice to finally meet you. I can't wait to tell y-" Hunters babbling was cut short as Rachel loomed forward, the incredible change in how large she appeared making Bobby's guts squirm. Her eyes appeared fixed upon Hunter, who still had that goofy smile plastered on his face. Peering down her nose, Rachel brought her hand over Hunter and let her first finger dangle above him. It looked as though she was pointing at him, except she was pointing at him with a finger the size of a 747. 

Hunter was engulfed in the shadow of her finger, still staring straight up and smiling. "As I was saying Rachel, as soon as you hear how-" Hunter was cut off a second time as Rachel started to slowly lower her finger. "Oh, well I-" Hunter said, a look of mild confusion replacing his earlier grin. 

Hunter let out one last squeak of confusion as Rachel's finger pushed him onto his back and slowly engulfed his body. Bobby looked on, transfixed in horror, as Hunter's body completely disappeared underneath the inexorable force of her finger. The pad of her finger was now starting to push out flat, Bobby could see the creases of her fingerprints bulge, flex and turn slightly pale under the pressure. Her finger's downward descent slowed for a half a second as it encountered some very slight resistance. It quickly overcame it and with a squelching pop, pieces of Hunter exploded out from every side of her fingertip in a shower of gore.

As Rachel lifted her finger up, what was left in the halo of blood was barely recognizable as a person anymore. Bobby heard someone screaming as he saw ropy trails of intestines dangling down, stuck between the creases of her fingerprints. What looked like the remains of a flattened leg slowly peeled away from her finger and did a cartwheel before landing in the pile of Hunter with a wet slap. 

Bobby took a trembling step back and almost slipped as he stepped on something warm, soft and slippery. "I've stepped on a frog," Bobby thought to himself stupidly, still in shock. When he looked down and saw Hunters limp, soft hand, crushed off it had squirted away across the floor. Pale and seeming perfectly intact underneath his foot, despite the white splinter of bloody bone protruding from the wrist. After a couple of seconds staring at it, Bobby's screams joined the others. 

Bobby looked over at Agent Sanders, she still looked calm but had gone incredibly pale and was breathing hard through her nose. Paulie, on the other hand, had stopped screaming, but only because he was busy vomiting and couldn't do both simultaneously. Looking back up at Rachel, towering like Hot Topic mountain range in the distance, she was inspecting the parts of Hunter that had remained stuck to her finger. She tilted her head to the side as she wrinkled up her nose at the red gristle, then rubbed her forefinger and thumb together. Rolling up what was left of Hunter into a gooey ball, then carelessly flicking it over her shoulder like something you had picked from your nose. 

Bobby barely had time to notice that the rat-faced man was far from joining them in terror but instead had started stroking himself before Rachels's face sped towards them with incredible speed. It happened so fast it just seemed to appear in front of them, a lopsided smile on display, teeth the size of townhouses showing between her red lips. "Who's next?" She exclaimed cheerily like she was asking who was next in line at the grocery store, not asking who was next in line to be smashed to a bloody pulp. 

Her eyes seemed to light upon Agent Sanders. "Oooo a girl! Oh my gosh, that almost never happens, how cool!" Rachel exclaimed breathlessly. Of course to the tiny people in front of her, a breathless exclamation was the equivalent of standing in front of the speakers at a football game. 

Bobby watched her take a quick breath, let it out slow and step forward. "Ms Maxwell, my name is Marie Sanders, I work for the FBI and I'm going to need you to-"

She was cut off by Rachel booming, "Oh let's see what you want," she leaned back and picked up a gigantic manilla envelope and started pulling papers from it. Agent Maxwell and her speech for the moment forgotten. 

"Normally I don't care," Rachel peeked her enormous head from around the papers and gave them a billboard-sized wink. "But us girls gotta look out for each other right?"

"Ms. Maxwell, please listen!" She was now shouting in that calm clear voice that Bobby had heard police use in crowds. "My name is Marie Sanders, I work for the FBI and you are currently an unwitting participant in a gangland murder!" 

Rachel gave no sign of hearing anything as she continued to scan the papers in front of her, "Hmm, this first part says you want to talk. Boring." Her head popped into view again, with what looked like a genuine smile on her face, "But I can sure do the second part!"

Agent Sanders whipped her head back around to face them, blonde hair whirling across her shoulders, her eyes wide and her face grim.

"Fuck."

She had time to utter that single word before Rachel’s hand slammed down on its side, as tall as an office building, her knuckles facing Bobby and the others cutting off Agent Sanders from their view. It started to recede from them, her skin squeaking along the clear plastic surface as she herded a yelping Agent Sanders across the desk and off the edge into her waiting palm. 

Bobby watched in sick horror as Rachel delicately plucked Agent Sanders squirming from her palm. Her blonde hair hung down and her arms flailed. Her breasts now pointing towards her chin as Rachel lifted her by the ankle, very gently held between her thumb and forefinger. Bobby could hear Agent Sanders tinny shrieks as she dangled from one leg. 

Rachel stood up now, the movement making Bobby follow her up till he fell on his butt gasping. To see that much body move so quickly, it didn't seem possible. Like watching a volcano suddenly shoot into outer space. Rachel used the hand that wasn't holding the unfortunate Agent Sanders to lift up her mini skirt, exposing pink panties emblazoned with a pattern of cartoon skull and crossbones. She hooked a thumb into the elastic waistband of her underwear and pulled it away from her body. Bobby could see the slightly red creases where it had been pressing into her body previously. 

Rachel moved the still yelling form of Agent Sanders so that she was hanging over the gap she had created in her underwear and looked down at her, "You know some girls can be real catty and mean when they get women in their room, 'specially pretty ones. You're lucky you chose me."

Rachel released Agent Sanders ankle and Bobby stood watching, mouth agape, as the lithe long-legged blond woman fell and disappeared from view. Bobby could hear her still faintly yelling, he could just make out the words "Ms Maxwell, my name is Mar-" the barely audible voice was cut off with a resounding snap as Rachel released her thumb from the band of her panties. Letting it thwack closed against her stomach, she dropped her mini skirt and plopped back in the chair.

Bobby flinched at the thunderous, meaty smack of her thighs and buttocks slapping down into the chair. It might as well have been their death knell. All Bobby's hopes and dreams of getting out of this mess alive, of seeing Jesse and finally telling her how he felt. They all just went tumbling down into Rachel Maxwell's crotch. 

 He finally managed to get his mouth closed and stated with painful obviousness to no one in particular,

"We're fucked."

Jesse Stockton surveyed the five minuscule men arrayed on the table in front of her, absently biting her lower lip. On some women, this might be construed as quite fetching but on Jesse it was very much the product of nervousness. "These guys want to be here, they think I'm sexy." She whispered to herself under her breath. 

Her eyes popped open wide and Jesse clapped a hand over her mouth as she realized she had spoken her thoughts out loud. "Well, they aren't leaving here to tell anyone anyway, and it IS true." She thought very much silently this time, with a flush creeping up her neck. 

"Just do it, Jesse." She whispered, out loud again this time. 

Looking down, Jesse thought about who to pick first. Her eyes wandered to her former high school teacher immediately. All smiles again, thinking about how he had been the star in more often than not in her schoolgirl fantasies. Hell, he had been in more than a few of her adult fantasies as well since he was a regular at O'Brien's. "Hey, down here fatty!" A tinny voice interrupted her reverie. Her smile fell away as she looked back towards the skinny man with the orange mohawk. The one who she thought must have some role-playing fantasy about not wanting to be here. 

"Ok, him first. Let's just get the hard ones out of the way Jesse." She said to herself.

Jesse leaned over the table and ever so carefully closed her thumb and forefinger over Mohawk's body. Her hands were trembling, his body felt so frail. She felt his arms and legs become pinned between the soft pads of her finger and thumb like tiny little twigs. She could also feel the softer and much hotter region between his legs, small as it was. Only his head and shoulders were visible as she raised her hand to her face and looked him in the eye. 

Roleplay Jess, roleplay. You got this girl. Jesse put on her sexiest voice, "I'm gonna squish you..." she paused, thinking, "with my... fat." She finished trailing off lamely. 

Damnit, Jess, that was about the least sexy thing ever! She silently cursed herself in her head, what must this guy think now? "The hell you are you fat cow, I didn't pay for THIS!" He screamed, looking much less intimidating than his tone implied he was trying to be. After all, it's hard to look tough when you're yelling from a vantage point where a twitch of your captor's fingers could turn you into jelly.

Jesse sighed, her lips curling wryly at the frowning little man, "I'm sorry, I suck at this." The man started shouting expletives at her and she felt his weak, ineffectual struggles on the pads of her fingers. His face was turning red now, almost invisible drops of spittle flying from his lips as he cursed her. 

Her heart was dropping into her stomach, this was going terribly. The man's insistence at not breaking character was starting to get to Jesse. She had gone from feeling like a sexy goddess to a fat clumsy oaf and back today more times than she wanted to admit. She let the shouting man drop from between her thumb and forefinger to her palm and quickly closed it around him to stop the noise he was making. 

She closed her eyes, feeling his struggles as he struck the skin of her palm. "I just need time to get it together," she whispered to herself. 

Jesse grunted in frustration as a muffled "Fat bitch!" from inside her now sweaty fist interrupted her focus. She closed her fist further, feeling his body get enveloped into the folds of her palm. He struggled harder but Jesse breathed a sigh of relief as his constant stream of expletives was cut off. A few seconds later he stopped fighting too. 

"Good," Jesse thought to herself. Maybe he's finally learned that if he wants this to be a good experience he's got to give me some time. 

Jesse forced herself to take a full minute, eyes closed, breathing through her nose. "Ok, you can do this girl," she whispered as she opened her eyes and brought the hand holding Mohawk back up to her face. As she opened her fingers to expose his body she put on the most wicked grin she could muster and spoke with what she hoped sounded like confidence, "I'm going to splatter you fl-"

Jesse was cut off short as she realized the pale little bundle of skin and bones in her palm wasn't moving. Her guts turned to ice water. She had smothered him in her sweaty palm. With mounting guilt, she imagined his last moments of terror as he was unwittingly suffocated in her stupid fat hand. She risked a horrified glance at the tiny crowd staring expectantly at her. Had they noticed what she had done?

Think fast, Jess. "Uh- I'm going to.... going to, splatter you flat just like you asked." She stammered unconvincingly, eyes darting back to the tiny little crowd. 

Unbeknownst to her, they couldn't see her hand at all from underneath the imposing shelf of her enormous bosom. She took their non-response encouragingly. 

"Yes, smash you with my fat, uh... hands." She finished rather uncertainly as she brought her other hand down in a clapping motion on top of Mohawk's pathetic little unmoving body. She visibly flinched when she felt him instantly pop. Gooey, ropey warmth spreading across her palms she grimaced as she slowly peeled her hands apart to look at the devastation between them. 

She stifled a small giggle, there was some blood from his stomach spread in a halo around his body. But Jesse thought to herself that she had swatted mosquitos who made a bigger mess. What made her laugh though, was the rest of his body. It was flattened almost like a cartoon. His features mashed into nothingness, limbs splayed at odd angles, his fingers mushed together into formless blobs. Just the orange shock of hair remained, apparently unconcerned by its owner's cartoonishly flattened state, it was still styled perfectly in a mohawk. "Must be some good hair gel," she murmured. 

Spying a wastebin to the left of the desk she held her hand, palm down, over the top. Flexing her gingers back and forth until the tiny corpse peeled away from her hand and fell unceremoniously into the garbage with an almost inaudible wet plop. Rubbing her hands to remove the stain he had left Jesse looked back at the group with a genuine smile and exclaimed cheerfully, "Who's next?"

---

David jumped at the loudness of the giantesses clap, a sharp spike of panic shooting through his guts even though he had known it was coming. He grinned, brushing his pale blonde hair from his eyes as he looked down. The sudden terror had done little to abate his erection.

David tuned out the gibbering of the crying man to his right and spared a look of contempt at the hairy one who smelled like a hobo and was currently masturbating. He scoffed through his nose and turned away and thought to himself "Let him waste it if he wants, the fool." 

He was going to save his for Jesse, his goddess. He held his hands firmly behind his back to avoid the temptation that his throbbing penis was screaming at him and drank in her form. Long, straight dark hair pulled back that looked thick and soft, her full lips quirked in a little half-smirk and one eyebrow cocked over bright intelligent eyes that were flashing at whatever was in her palm. David's gaze traveled down her smooth neck to take in the enormous rounded shelf of her bosom. 

"What a shame you try to hide those," David said to no one in particular. He had seen her photos when he chose her from the file and knew the full glory those breasts were capable of once removed from their prison. Down past her rounded stomach, he could see the outline of her belly button in the fabric stretched across the fat of her stomach. He smiled at the bottom of her belly poking from beneath the hem of her white shirt. He imagined that if she knew she'd pull her shirt down in embarrassment, but David thought the slip of flesh showing made her look disarmingly adorable.  

He reflexively took a step back to take in the vast expanse of her hips. Spread across the chair and spilling over the sides of her seat, the black fabric of her yoga pants stretched to almost see through thinness by her bulging thighs. Her stomach was spilling over the cleft of her crotch but David could imagine that the wall of her thighs was pressed together all the way to her vagina. The thought was making him breathe heavier. 

He memorized every soft detail of her body as he looked all the way down, through the clear plastic desk he stood on at her sneaker-clad feet. That was his destination, but he wanted to perfectly imagine what all the weight looked like, how every part of her body would appear as the entirety of it all pressed down on one spot underneath the ball of her foot. That was David's place and he could not imagine anywhere in the world he'd rather be. 

"Who's next?" Rumbled through the air and David took only one shocked moment before springing forward and shouting "Me, Goddess, me!"

David couldn't keep the rapt smile from his face as her gaze swung to lay upon him. It was like standing in front of a living mountain, he was utterly transfixed. Having her smile turned on him sent his heart soaring. A brief moment of panic chased his smile away, she hadn't read his file, "Goddess, the envelope!" He shouted. 

A brief O of surprise crossed her face before she smiled again, reaching for the manilla envelope. Studying the sheets she pulled from within Jesse giggled, "Well David, how can I say no to this when you've been so flattering in your letter."

David blushed pure crimson as she set the papers down and Jesse favored him with another wink, "You sure know how to make a girl feel pretty."

David looked down at his feet, past his ever-increasing erection, trying to stutter out a response. Hoping the top of his feet might offer some kind of advice he never saw her hand coming, looking up to see the pad of her thumb rushing toward him, a huge wall of flesh. 

"Eep," was all the eloquence David managed to muster before her first finger hit his bottom, sweeping him off his feet for a moment before crashing into her thumb. Pinning him and forcing the breath from his lungs in a small cough. He was still wheezing for air as he flew through the air, stomach dropping like he was on the world's fastest elevator. 

Suddenly he was face to face with her, in fact her face took up his entire field of vision. "Are you sure?" Jesse asked, again cocking her eyebrow in that way that drove David mad. 

David nodded quickly, still not having gotten enough breath back to speak. Even though he was light-headed and dazed, it still filled him with joy to see a toothy smile break across her face. He thought to himself that it was quite the feat to make teeth the size of pickup trucks look cute, but Jesse managed it. 

The elevator feeling returned as her hand started to lower, her smile rushed past him, then her bosom blocked her face from view. The expanse of her belly, stretching the worn fabric of her shirt tight, flew past his vision like a great desert. God, he could feel the humid warmth emanating from her crotch even as far away as he was, he breathed deep through his nostrils as that too sped away and the white linoleum floor rushed up to meet him. David stumbled slightly as she released him, the shock of the cool tile invigorating. He looked up and fell onto his back in a faint. 

To take in the full sight of Jesse standing above him was to invite madness. His brain struggled, and ultimately failed, to try and make sense of this towering monolith of legs and breasts that seemed to stretch miles above him. David tried to make sense of it, to connect the face that hovered miles away looking quite normal, with the giant edifices that were Jesse's Nikes loomed on either side of him. Despite his excitement, pure primal fear coiled in his guts like a snake made of ice. There was no stopping it now, even his loudest screams could never be heard by this living mountain looming above. 

---

Jesse could barely make out the features of the tiny thing on the floor. "David..." she mentally reminded herself, "His name is David."

Her head was floating, she felt almost giddy. High even. Could this be real? She felt electric as she slid her hands down the large, soft flare of her thighs, the curves there feeling womanly and powerful instead of disgusting her. She shrugged her flannel off her shoulders, carelessly tossing it behind her, eyes still locked on the tiny figure by her feet. 

Jesse hardly even thought about it as she swept her shirt over her head, suddenly hot. She looked down at her breasts, smashed in a bra that hadn't fit her properly since she was a teenager, and suddenly felt suffocated by it. She deftly unhooked it and swept it aside unceremoniously. Her breasts, freed from the brassiere, sprang forward seeming to grow in size. Hanging pendulously from her torso and glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Her large knobbly nipples were erect and protruding as Jesse absent-mindedly wiped the sweat from underneath her breasts. Wiping her hands across her butt she toed off her nikes and then hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her yoga pants and pulled them down. 

Her butt did a dramatic wobbling expansion trick, similar to the one her breasts had done, once the constraints of lycra were removed. It was made even more impressive by how large it had already been in its compacted state. Jesse's breasts hung down like multi-ton nuclear bombs made of flesh, swaying and bumping into one another with soft moist "thwipping" sounds as bent down to pull her pants off her feet. She stood back up, now only clad in a plain black cotton thong and white socks. 

Jesse felt her hot breath pour over her lips in a sigh, still filled with a heady rush that left her feeling like she was floating. Raising her white sock to hover over tiny David she wiggled her toes, thinking what it must look like to him. To have his whole world be the bottom of her foot, his sky nothing but a cheap pair of store brand socks. She idly wondered if it smelled and imagined that it must, after all, she could feel the sweat between her toes when she flexed them. Jesse was almost shocked by the little lightning bolt that shot through her crotch as the soft, warm ball of her foot slowly made contact with David. 

She felt him become enveloped, first the tiny hard pressure of his minuscule erection. Then his tiny hands coming up to push into her foot as if he could hold its immense weight back even for a heartbeat. No longer shocked, Jesse now grinned at the mounting warmth between her legs as Davids's tiny form was completely entombed under the ball of her foot. Light enough that he wasn't in danger of being crushed but completely trapped. It was a bit of a balancing act.

"Well this is an unexpected bonus," Jesse whispered to herself as her hand found its way between her legs.

---

David watched in awe as Jesse disrobed. It was unreal, like watching a celestial striptease from the earth. His attention was very quickly brought back down to his own precarious position as she started to toe off her sneakers. The swishing sound they made as she pulled her feet out was magnified so much that he could feel the bass from it thrumming in his stomach. One foot freed it sailed back over his head like a solid cloud, the temperature even seemed to drop a few degrees as he fell beneath its massive shadow. Displacing enough air even in its slow passage to blow his hair sideways and whip a cool breeze along his naked body. 

"THOOM"

Her foot, even lightly set down, seemed to make a noise like far off thunder and David felt the ground beneath him shake. Like a car passing over a rough set of railroad tracks. He gulped, throat suddenly dry, and his breathing quickened. If that was just the effects from Jesse merely lightly setting her foot down what would happen if she did it with force? An even further wave of thrill, mixed liberally with an equal amount of pants soiling terror, rushed through him as he thought about the weight necessary to create that level of sound and tremors would soon be focused directly on him. 

How was it even possible that this creature, this goddess, could even notice such a thing as him? This Titaness, who's mere movements caused the ground to quake was going to focus solely on him. It was like being a single grain of sand facing a whitecapped ocean wave hurtling towards you. David's head whipped back up to face her and he let out a shriek of terror at the two seemingly planet-sized masses of flesh falling from the sky.

David's brain barely had time to work out that these two falling planets were Jesse's breasts and the hard brown islands perched on their tips were nipples. He thought he could audibly hear his mind creak under the pressure, coming close to snapping, at attempting to translate the twin falling masses of flesh into an actual body part that belonged to a human being. It didn't take long for his brain to douse his nervous system with liquid panic as the breasts continued to grow ever larger in their descent. She wasn't stopping. 

Reflexively throwing an arm over his eyes, David let out a scream of pure terror, anticipating being quickly engulfed in a deluge of breast meat. Snuffed out in an instant underneath one massive tit. That despite its softness, at his size must proportionately weigh hundreds of tons. 

No one was more surprised than David when he was able to still draw breath into his lungs a second later. "Odd," he thought dumbly, looking at his arm. He should have been smeared into her nipple like a tiny dollop of Vaseline. 

David forced himself to look up. His entire sky was a roiling, jiggling cloud of breast flesh. Like storm clouds jostling against one another, her breasts moved above him on a barely fathomable scale. He looked off into the distance and observed that his current situation had been caused by Jesse bending over to remove her leggings from over her feet. Once removed they were tossed away and Davids sky shot away into the air. As they fell upwards, away from him, David let out a mad giggle as all he could think about was google earth. From his perspective shrinking back down into what he could comprehend and a human form again. Large enough to easily see every detail, as if Jesse were standing a few feet away from him instead of looming a mile above him. 

He took her in. Enormous breasts laying swollen on her chest, they hung ponderously down to her stomach. Not sagging but full, plump and rounded with nipples jutting imperiously from their ends. Like carved wooden mermaids at the prows of four-masted sailing ships. Her face peered down from between their bulk, looking into her eyes was impossible. Like being an ant, caught between the sun and magnifying glass. David quickly tore his eyes away. 

His gaze fell to her stomach, which flared out wider than her breasts on the sides to turn into vast hips. Her stomach was spilling over the waistband of her underwear and the soft fat of her things swelled up underneath to frame a small recessed triangle of black cloth. Her thighs were pressed together just from their sheer size, hiding her genitals behind them. Her right thigh peeled off the left with a sound that sounded like construction paper being torn to his shrunken ears, hanging on at the very top and stretching before giving way with a meaty "thwop".

The resulting shockwave of jiggling in that thigh revealed the hidden bottom of her panties for a few brief flashes. David could see the soft outline of her vulva in the black fabric. And was that fabric darker, even wet? He didn't have time to process that thought before a dirty white sky appeared above him. Jesse had lifted her foot and it was now hovering above him. 

This is it, David thought to himself as he collapsed on to his back. He allowed his hand to finally find his throbbing member, but still, he denied himself. Only grasping it firmly as his new sky slowly started getting larger. The heat was coming off the sole of Jesse's foot in waves, coupled with the not unpleasant musky odor. The radiating heat felt like it carried weight when it washed over David's small, prone form. He imagined what she looked like, the woman attached to this foot who was now hidden from his view. In his head, she was smiling.

Try as he might to stay calm, when the fabric of Jesse's sock got close enough to reach out and touch, David panicked. He let out a shout and threw his hands up in a hilariously ineffectual effort to keep her foot off of his body. He might as well have been trying to hold up a mountain. His hands instantly sunk into the soft fabric and were forced down, David's scream cut short as the flesh of Jesse's foot enveloped him completely. 

He was trapped, entombed. All the breath had been driven from his lungs in an instant. Drawing a breath would have been impossible, even the weight of Jesse's foot lightly resting upon David's body was enough to compress his chest so flat that the muscles of his diaphragm wouldn't have a snowflakes chance in hell of pulling in air. Even if they somehow did, his nose was smushed closed and his mouth completely stoppered with the fabric of her sock. 

David's arms were pinned so completely that he couldn't so much as twitch his pinkie finger underneath Jesse's mass. His erection had been pushed up and was currently being rather painfully crushed into his stomach, but that was a minor inconvenience compared to his testicles. Jesse's soft flesh had pushed his legs apart and had formed around him to fill every gap and crevice. David's testicles had initially made a hasty retreat inside his body in terror but the weight pushing down on his pelvis forced them back into the open, only to be mercilessly flattened by the overwhelming bulk of one Ms. Jesse Stockton.

David was frozen in silent agony, trying to scream in pain but unable to move a muscle. Like he was frozen in a block of ice. Except instead of cold, the heat emanating from Jesse's foot made him feel like his body was not only being crushed but also microwaved. Despite all this, David's erection was completely unaffected. If anything, the compression of the rest of his body had forced even more throbbing blood into his already aching penis.

Jesse was blissfully unaware and currently rather proud of herself for keeping her foot touching him so lightly. She increased the pressure a few times in a series of light pushes, the feeling of his body springy as it flattened out slightly under the increased weight. 

The slight push from Jesse translated into a white-hot explosion of pressure for David. Three times in quick succession, his intestines squirmed inside him and even past the twin supernovas of pain that were his testicles he could feel the mounting pressure on his anus. Panicking, David thought that surely the entire length of his digestive track was going to come shooting out of it like silly string. 

Mercifully, his guts chose to stay inside his body. Now deprived of air, David started to drift into unconsciousness. The pain faded, the pleasure stayed. He felt at peace, his heartbeat slowed, if he had been capable of moving in the slightest he would have smiled. This was right where he was meant to be, an insignificant speck becoming one with the bottom of his Goddesses foot. Nirvana for him, barely noticed by her. The entirely of her body, from her smiling face, her ponderous breast, and her jiggling tummy to her wide swaying hips and dimpled thighs were all focused to press on a single point. Him. The devastating crushing force of her weight had become a comforting blanket. David felt safe. 

As he prepared to drift away entirely, the weight and warmth of Jesse's foot was abruptly ripped away from David's body. He convulsed, drawing in a hoarse ragged breath into his tortured lungs. His skin was on fire with pins and needles, and he was still unable to move. All his muscles had been pressed out of shape and the blood flow cut off, he was reminded of the times that he had fallen asleep with his arm in an awkward angle and woken up to it feeling dead, limp and lifeless.  Except for this time, it was his entire body. 

It took a gargantuan effort on David's part to force his eyelids open, as his vision unblurred he was greeted by Jesse's impossibly huge face, eyes focused on him with a quizzical expression.  "So, like. Did that feel good?" She boomed, her words echoing through David's already buzzing body. 

"Urk..." David responded, trying vainly to move his hand. 

Jesse cocked her head, as her eyes shifted slightly down to observe David's still erect penis she grinned, "Well, I guess I'm doing ok huh?"

"Eep.." was the only response David's body allowed him to make as he remembered what he had written next in his file. His ragged breathing came in gasps as the panic returned, he had been such a fool. After what had just happened to him from her lightly resting her foot on him, what he had previously thought he could handle next was surely going to obliterate him. 

Jesse's face once again shot back into the sky, shrinking in size till it appeared only movie screen sized instead of planetoid size to David.  He heard the "throoshing" sound of her pulling off one of her socks and once again the sole of Jesse Stockton became all he could see. Naked and pink, the floor once again shook beneath him as her heel crashed into it. He looked up her smooth sole, past the ball of her foot that had been his prison and on to her toes, which would certainly be his executioner. 

They flexed and wiggled rather cutely, an impressive feat for a toe to be cute when its the size of a basketball court. The ground shook again as her foot descended, pivoting from the heel the ball of Jesse's foot hit the linoleum with a sticky sounding "THWAP." Now her big toe was poised above him like a headsman's ax. 

"Gorgeous..." David finally managed, weakly, gazing at Jesse's big toe above him with rapt adoration. "Absolutely gor-"

David's last whispered words were cut off as Jesse's toe came down on his body. Time seemed to slow down and he had one last snapshot of the whorls on the bottom of her big toe before it slammed into him. He survived long enough to feel his sides split open and take an odd detached note of his intestines squirting from his body. Shooting out to follow the ridges of Jesse's toe print as it compressed him. His penis was also flattened, her weight driving it through his stomach, squishing all his organs out of the way before being perfunctorily smushed into an unrecognizable paste along with his testicles, pelvis, spine, and legs.

The devastation stopped just short of his nipples. His eyes bugged out of his head and cords stood out in David's neck, he gurgled, unable to form words. The pressure of her toe on his ruined lower body creating a fulcrum that was pushing his face into the soft flesh of her toe. His life rapidly dwindling now David had another odd though, how could this skin feel so soft and smooth, smell so good and still be responsible for the horror show that was being revealed to him as Jesse removed her toe.

"A playful tap or two from your big toe." 

Those were the words David had written in his request file. "Playful," he thought to himself, pain now a distant annoyance as he watched trails of his own intestines draped down from the bottom of Jesse's toe as it pulled away. They fell away from it to the ground with soft wet slapping sounds and Jesse's toe was once again replaced by her face. Her smile quickly replaced by an O of shock as she took in David's ruined form. Now completely pain-free, David managed to give his Goddess one last smile before he drifted off into warm, black oblivion.  

---

Jesse was at a loss for words, her mouth hung open in complete shock. The man with the mohawk had looked funny, almost like a cartoon. But David had exploded under her toe like a bug. 

Above his shoulders he was unharmed, eyes closed with his blonde hair slightly tousled he looked like he could be sleeping. Below that it quickly devolved into a flattened mess of gore. "I did that," Jesse thought to her self. "I did that with my TOE."

She was torn, biting her bottom lip as she squatted over the minuscule remains of David. That was what he had ultimately wanted, to be crushed. But the playful silliness of being squished under her foot like a bug made for a stark contrast with the devastation laid out in front of her now. Jesse couldn't even tell how she felt, one part of her was repulsed, both at the awful mess and at herself. She had done that with her fat body, her weight was responsible for obliterating this sweet-looking boy who had a crush on her. He thought she was pretty, he called her beautiful and she repaid his flattery by using her gross body to smush the life out of him. 

These thoughts existed side by side with a dreadful fascination. Jesse felt the thrill of power. She, who had only wanted a boy to be nice to her was now so desired that she could casually snuff out the life of a boy who lusted after her. The idea of being found attractive by anyone an hour ago was unthinkable and now she had admirers who were willing to die for her. This thought renewed the slow ache between her legs that had evaporated over the shock of seeing David's body. 

Jesse stood up and looked over at the four tiny men remaining on the desk and smiled. This was starting to get fun.