Leaves rustled as a gentle breeze swept through the distant trees. Lucas listened intently to the songs of birds and the play of squirrels. It had been over two hours since he last heard what he thought was a car in the distance. This was the perfect place, he decided. It was getting better by the moment, as his friend Blake poured him another shot of tequila. Lucas wasn’t exactly a connoisseur, but he could tell the bad shit from the good shit. This shit was just a little too good.

“Cheers, buddy,” Blake said. 

“To your new house,” Lucas said.

“To new beginnings,” his friend replied.

The two men clinked glasses and knocked back their third shots. They were sitting on Blake’s back porch, kicking back and enjoying Blake’s new expansive wooded yard. 

“Why’d you end up buying so far into the country?” Lucas asked, setting his empty shotglass back on the table.

“I like the privacy. I can do whatever I want out here and nobody will bother me,” Blake said. He frowned, eyeing the empty bottle of tequila between them.

“Hon, we gotta dead soldier out here!” Blake shouted over his shoulder.

His girlfriend’s voice responded from inside the house. “I got you covered!”

A moment later, she joined the two outside, carrying a tray of cheese, crackers, and fresh bottle of tequila. She caught Lucas’ eye as she walked by him in skimpy jean shorts, and a black tank top. At 6’5”, Katherine was a raven-haired beauty who was impossible to ignore. She was at once imposing and sensual, walking with poise and confidence while oozing feminine mystique. Whenever she walked by, Lucas had a hard time looking away. Every twitch and flex of muscle in her sculpted legs drove him wild. But of course, she knew that.

She set the tray down on the table by Lucas, leaning over, giving him a generous view of her rear. His eyes took an all-too meandering pace across her feminine curves, toned through years of volleyball and hitting the gym. He nearly drooled as her shorts squeezed against her powerful glutes, forming perfect bubbles of muscle. His eyes drifted downward, across her hips and sailing over her magnificent calves, and landing on his own private obsession, her feet.

Katherine’s feet belonged in a museum. Whenever Lucas would masturbate at home, he would all too often be thinking of Katherine’s feet. He could perfectly recall from memory every aspect of her feet from every angle, from the curve of her sole to the length of each toe. Whenever he stopped by to visit his friends, he always found a moment to sneak a glance at Katherine’s peds and admire whatever fresh, tantalizing color she had chosen to paint her nails. Even the depression left by her feet in her flip flops would ignite mad feelings of desire within him. He’d been caught staring before, but Katherine was too accustomed to male attention to mind. Lucas was almost sure that she even liked his attention.

And surely Blake didn’t feel threatened by Lucas. How could he? After all, Blake was a mountain of a man, sharing Katherine’s height and dwarfing Lucas by a full seven inches, and likely doubling Lucas’ body mass in sheer muscle alone. Blake may as well have been a statue cut from marble, a man chiseled from rock by a master artisan. If Katherine was the perfect female, then Blake was her perfect counterpart, from head to toe. 

And Lucas did notice Blake’s feet too. Indirectly, at first. Lucas once set his shoes down next to Blake’s, and he realized that his shoes could nearly fit inside of his friend’s. His eyes unglued themselves from Katherine’s toes and hopped to a nearby chair where Blake’s bare feet were propped, his long toes wiggling idly, snatching at a passing breeze. In the summer heat, Blake’s feet glistened with sweat. Lucas’ friends were amongst the most attractive people on Earth, and with each passing year it grew more difficult for him not to notice.

Katherine tussled her boyfriend’s hair, and leaned in to kiss his forehead. She looked at Lucas, and cast him a suggestive wink. “My great big man,” she whispered lovingly into Blake’s ear.

“My great big woman,” Blake said back, grabbing her head and pecking her with a dozen kisses. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto his lap, holding her tightly. She smiled and maintained her gaze at Lucas.

“We need more drinks!” she said, standing back up and pouring three more glasses. The two men admired her from behind.

“God I love that woman,” Blake said.

“Me too,” Lucas said, half joking.

The drinks continued to disappear as the hours passed. Lucas had a considerably weaker tolerance than his friends, and found himself over the hill and tumbling down the valley. Katherine, also quite lubricated, danced for the two men, relishing in the attention, as always. Her hips swayed provocatively in rhythm with music from a nearby stereo. She was a snake charmer, hypnotizing the two men with her alluring movements. With the grace of a cat, she slid into Lucas’ lap. Her body, far larger than his, weighed heavily on his legs. She placed an arm over each of his shoulders, and slid forward, pinning him between the chair and her body. He blushed and shifted nervously. Katherine had always been a flirt, but rarely this aggressive.

“Do you love us, Lucas?” Katherine asked playfully.

“Of course I do,” he said truthfully.

“We love you too Lucas. You’re like family to us,” she continued. “You’re so special to both of us.” She squeezed Lucas between her powerful thighs. “We want you to stay with us.”

“Um...” Lucas looked to Blake for clarification, but his friend just smiled back.

“Why don’t you dance with me, Lucas?” Katherine said, getting back on her feet. She tugged at Lucas’ arms, effortlessly pulling him out of his chair. She held him close, nearly burying his face in her generous breasts, and swayed him gently about. He was more a doll in her arms than a dance partner. The two laughed at the ridiculousness of it all.

“Is this our first time dancing together?” Katherine asked. “I think it is. Does it bother you how small you look next to me?”

“No, not at all.”

“Oh? What if I was bigger?” she asked, smiling and arching her back so that her breasts ascended above Lucas’ head.

“I’m all for it Kat, be as big as you like,” Lucas readily responded, too liquored to resist. Not that it mattered anyway. Katherine was irresistible and she knew it.

“What if I was as big as a house? Would you like that?”

“No.”

“No?” She looked offended.

“No. Too small.”

“Mmhmm.” Katherine beamed, as if she needed the ego boost. “Go on. Tell me how big I should be.”

Lucas chuckled. Katherine was being absurd.

“You really want to know?” he asked, smiling sardonically and looking straight into her eyes.

“Humor me,” she beckoned.

Lucas knew damn well how big he wanted her to be. He’d pictured it a thousand times - Katherine, stretching into the cosmos. And now, locked under her watchful eyes and prying questions, his tequila-soaked brain was vividly imagining it once more. “I wish you were so big... Entire civilizations could live in the creases on your soles,” Lucas blurted. He’d meant it to sound cool and confident, but instead he immediately he shut his yap and blushed, realizing how profoundly creepy he must have come across.

Katherine laughed, giving Lucas an affectionate squeeze in her arms. “Aww Lukey, you’re so sweet to me. Would you live there? A tiny little person...” She began to run a finger along the curls of Lucas’ hair, “...under my feet?”

Lucas nodded, his eyes wide open with dumbfounded desire. His heart pounded, accelerating the bloodflow to his already noticeable erection that was poking Katherine in the leg.

“And what about Blake?” she asked. “Would you like it if he was that big?”

 Lucas had been unwilling to even ask himself that question, but there it was, lingering in the air, demanding an answer. Shit. They were both such gorgeous people. Maybe in his lovestruck trance, he’d tell Katherine anything she wanted to know. Or maybe it was just the liquor talking. Either way, Lucas nodded in the affirmative.

“Who do you think would be a better giant?” The devil’s grin spread over Katherine’s face. She was going somewhere with these questions, setting some kind of trap, Lucas figured, and it may have already been sprung. Seeing his reluctance to answer, Katherine pressed harder. “Him or me? If you could look into the sky and see one big face staring down at you, who would you prefer it be?”

Lucas gulped. “Definitely you.”

“What about us both,” Blake asked, his voice surprisingly close by. Huge arms reached past Lucas and swept behind Katherine’s waist. She responded in kind, and the two embraced each other, forming a sandwich with Lucas squeezed in between. He was trapped, surrounded on all sides by meat and muscle, pinned by two people who were measurably his superiors. “How would you like that?” Blake asked his friend, digging his massive erection into Lucas’ backside.

“Wait a minute,” Lucas squeaked, his face pushed between Katherine’s breasts and Blake’s pectorals. “Are you guys... Is this like a prelude to a threesome? Is that why you’ve been pushing drinks in my face all day?”

“It’s better than that. So much better. What if I told you Kat and I have a gift,” Blake said, squeezing even tighter. “Something special, just for you. What if we could make you small? Our little pet Lucas to do with whatever we like.”

“I'd say you're drunk, Blake,” Lucas said, muffled between Katherine’s breasts. “You guys are both hammered.”

“And you are too Luke,” Blake said. “So what? What if I was telling you the truth? What if I really could shrink you down?” He released his friend, and turned him around, looking him straight in the face. Katherine’s arms came around Lucas’ neck, resting lovingly. “You wouldn’t be our friend anymore,” Blake continued. “You wouldn’t be Lucas. You wouldn’t even be a person. You would be our plaything. You think you wouldn't like that? Because I know you would. I can give that to you. I want to do this for you. For all of us. Think of how happy we’ll all be.”

Lucas could barely breathe. His mind was an inferno of emotion, his heart was banging its way out of his chest. His friends had gone mad, but then maybe he had too. Blake was right. This was all he’d ever wanted. To be a thing, to be used, to be the microscopic servant of these alpha humans. 

“I’ve wanted to use you as my personal dildo for months,” Katherine whispered into Lucas’ ear. “Sometimes it’s all I can think about.”

His erection almost tore through his jeans.

“I want your tiny little tongue,” she continued, “to clean my flip flops for me. Every. Morning.”

“Do you want that?” Blake said. 

“I do,” Lucas whispered.

“Once I shrink you, I’m not going to grow you back,” Blake said.

“I don’t want to go back.”

“Good.”

Slowly, the world around Lucas expanded. It was real. It was happening. Whatever power his two friends suddenly possessed was real and they were using it to full effect on him. He screamed, turning around to run and bumping face first into Katherine’s crotch. She giggled, and sent him tumbling backward with an effortless nudge from two of her fingers. He bumped into Blake’s knee, then tripped, falling on his ass, right between Blake’s bare feet. Those feet, oh shit, they were getting so big. Lucas was dwindling, looking upward, seeing his friends’ faces fill the sky. Their beautiful faces looked down from heaven at their new servant, they were so calm, so loving. By contrast Lucas was too terrified to even scream. 

He stopped shrinking at a height about three inches tall. Lucas was petrified, lying on his back, brain fried from sensory overload. Blake looked worried for his friend, even remorseful for putting him through this. Katherine didn’t look too bothered. She was elated at her own height, now bigger than ever in comparison to her new toy.

“So,” she asked Lucas, “Now who do you think is the better giant?”

Lucas was in peril. He was always in peril, but this time moreso than usual. He was being pursued by a mighty new foe, an archvillainess with the terrifying ability to grow into a giant. She called herself the Empress. A presumptuous name, to be sure, but perhaps not for long. The Empress sought to expand her power, and cement herself as lord of all the world and beyond. She hunted Lucas for his own power, a hidden potential that he was unable to use; he was merely the lockbox that kept that power safe from the forces of evil. 

He felt her approach with each titanic footstep, as the entire weight of her massive body shattered citystreets and sent shockwaves for miles in every direction. He looked out the window of his highrise apartment and nearly screamed. The Empress was coming. Her black hair billowed in the wind like a menacing dark flag of an approaching pirate fleet. Her laughter seemed to emanate from every surface, making her seem to be everywhere at once, truly inescapable.

She stopped and sniffed the air. Her keen, huntress senses were honing in on Lucas’ scent, miles downwind, in what was a seemingly impossible demonstration of olfactory acuity. The sniffing stopped, and a wry grin of triumph arched across her beautiful and wicked face.

“I can smell you, Lucas,” she hissed, her sonorous voice once more echoing in ubiquity. “And I can hear your little heart beating, and now... I can see you.” Her dark eyes, fifty stories high, locked with microscopic precision through his window and onto his tiny little face.

Lucas screamed and launched himself away from the window. He blasted down the hall toward the elevator. He had to escape, his hidden power could never fall into the wrong hands. He stumbled several times as he raced down the hallway. His panicked brain thought at first he was tripping over his own feet, when in reality, it was the steady rumbling of the approaching titaness drawing him inexorably to the ground.

But Lucas wasn’t without hope. In dire times he had a friend, someone who would always arrive just in time to thwart evil. Lucas couldn’t be sure that his giant friend would be big enough to match the scale of the Empress, but there was only one way to know. He reached into his pocket, and withdrew his trusty whistle, its call would never fail to summon the great hero. He put it to his lips and blew. Lying on the floor, he became suddenly aware of a second set of distant, rumbling footsteps. 

He closed his eyes and awaited the titanic struggle that would soon unfold between the two giants. He expected a cacophony of violence to erupt, but instead, was met with silence. Sensations of periodic warm breezes washed over Lucas’ body. He thought he could hear someone breathing.

He opened his eyes, and screamed at the horrible, beautiful visage that greeted him. The Empress, her face so large and so close, obscuring his entire field of view, utterly dwarfed him as he found himself lying in her palm. He was her captive, and soon she would extract his secret power, and use it to become a wicked goddess beyond all challenge. 

“Please don’t eat me!” he screamed. The Empress laughed at first, surely delighted at his suffering, but then her face turned somber.

“Shhh, hey guy, it’s okay!” she whispered. Her face hadn’t changed at all, but her identity had come into definition. Lucas’ gigantic captor was Katherine. He must’ve been startled out of a dream, he figured, a stupid dream of those comics he used to draw as a kid. He appeared to be in Blake and Katherine’s bedroom, although Blake was nowhere to be seen. The early morning rays of sunlight cast their marks midway up the bedroom wall. Lucas thought he could smell pancakes.

“You alright?” she asked, with genuine concern in her eyes. She pet him gently on the head and told him repeatedly that everything was fine and he was safe. Aside from a headache, he did feel fine. He felt even better under Katherine’s protection. There was something about the way she looked at him, her eyes barely visible under her long, dark eyelashes, that was deeply soothing. 

“It’s all real,” Lucas said, as if he’d just learned that aliens built the pyramids or reptiles control the Pentagon.

“Yeah, sorry Luke, I think we broke your brain last night,” Katherine said, smiling warmly. “Blake wanted us to take things slow and like... Shrink a chair or something... And then you’d be like ‘Oh wow do me next,’ but I was like... If he’s gonna freak out he’s gonna freak out, let’s just shrink him if he wants it, and anyway here we are.”

“What?” Lucas said, still not fully comprehending his own circumstances. His mind was overburdened with too many questions. “How... I mean... How long have you two been planning this? I mean... I don’t even... Just...” The backlog of questions was proving too big. Frustrated, Lucas threw his tiny hands in the air. “Just start at the beginning.”

“Well,” Katherine began, taking a big breath, “A couple months ago Blake and I were fucking,” she paused, lifted her free hand against the side of her face and muttered privately to Lucas, “(That’s what big people do for fun, you’re too young to understand)...”

“Thanks,” Lucas said curtly.

“Anyway, Blake, like, outta nowhere, he just starts to get smaller. And he was freaking out about it.” Katherine rolled her eyes like it was no big deal.

“Drama queen.”

“Oh, like, of course. Always,” she said, smiling along with her tiny toy friend. “Anyway, for about a week he was a few inches tall and I didn’t know what to do about it. So... I might’ve kept him as a pet. You’d understand if you were there to see him. He was so adorable!”

Lucas was starting to recall a couple weeks when Blake wouldn’t return his texts and Katherine insisted he was on “vacation.” He interjected, “You didn’t...”

“Oh I totally did,” Katherine said with playful cheer. “He was kinda mad at me about it but I did all the things I could to make him happy. And make me happy too.”

“...You used him...”

“He will pleasure me at any size,” Katherine said with faux seriousness.

“Right...” 

“Anyway, somehow he got big again and he escaped out of his shoebox.”

“Shoebox?!”

“Mmhmm,” Katherine continued, brushing past that detail. “He must’ve figured out how to control the whole shrinking thing because then he shrank me, and lemme tell ya, I spent the whoooole next week on ‘vacation.’”

“Uh huh,” Lucas said, recalling Katherine’s momentary disappearance. “I just hate it when couples fight.”

“Not that I didn’t have a little fun with it, lemme tell ya!” Katherine blinked a few times like she lost her train of thought. Finding it, she resumed her story. “Aaaanyway. I also figured out the whole... Shrinkgrow thing, and I got back to normal. And he didn’t want to be little and I didn’t want to be little and we just declared a truce right then and there.”

“So you both can do it?” Lucas said. “...How odd,” he muttered, trying to work out how such a thing could be possible.

Katherine shrugged. “I gotta tell you Luke, this whole thing, was like, a bomb went off,” she said, flitting her fingers outwards of one hand in demonstration. “We had some fun being small, y’know, but really both of us fucking. LOVED. Being big. I mean LOVED it. I can’t even... Like... I never even knew how much I loved being bigger than everyone until I had a little person to do with whatever I wanted. Same with Blake. It was like... Like a...”

“Like a drug?”

“Yeah, addictive or whatever. And once we were both at our normal sizes we knew. We just knew.”

Lucas pondered for a split second before he figured out what it was they both knew. He was the perfect fit for their desires: lonely, small, and judging by his litany of psycho exes, Lucas was clearly submissive. How obvious was it? And what if he’d refused his friends’ offer? Did he even have a choice? Did he want a choice? 

“Well. I just discovered how much I loved it. But Blake told me he had this fantasy for a long time,” Katherine continued, almost babbling. “He wanted to be some kind of supergiant or something, really got off on it. He told me that you used to draw these comics when we were all growing up where he was a giant hero who always saved you from monsters and space nazis and stuff.”

“Big Man,” Lucas said.

“Yeah, Big Man! ...Kind of a dumb name,” Katherine whispered conspiratorially.

“I was kind of a dumb kid.”

“Well,” Katherine began again, tossing her inky hair over one shoulder, “You should’ve done a comic starring me.”

“...You were in a few,” Lucas mumbled under his tiny  breath.

Katherine’s eyes went wide with surprise, she shook her shoulders gleefully. “Go onnnnnnnn....”

“You were... In just a few of them,” Lucas repeated, shaking two parallel palms in front of his face defensively. “... As the villain.”

Katherine tilted her head downward, revealing her stunning black orbs of eyeballs, arching one eyebrow with piqued interest. Lucas felt breathless just looking into her gorgeous eyes and mesmerizing smile. 

“Whatever! When we were kids you were big and scary and...” Lucas blurted, trying to find the right words to hide his embarrassment, “...and a GIRL, and confusing and-”

“Intimidating?” Katherine offered. She made a point to loom over him, arching her chin and giving Lucas a ground-eye view up her nostrils. 

“Yeah.”

“You’re cute,” was all she needed to say, and the conversation was over. Had it gone further, Lucas would have been at risk of disclosing the dozens of comics he drew in private when the trio entered high school. Big Man lost. Lucas did too. The Empress stole his secret power, and became the God Empress of the universe. She preserved Lucas in a mason jar, occasionally letting him out to worship her feet. She dined on humans, those foolish few who dared rebel against her will. She was cruel and lovely all at once. Lucas lost the will to resist her, and utterly worshiped her. Growing up with Katherine was confusing.

“Sorry, is that bacon I’m smelling?” Lucas said, changing the subject.

A large finger gingerly pat Lucas on the head, returning his focus to the goddess who held him captive. “Blake thinks you have a foot fetish. Is that true?”

Lucas blushed. He realized he wasn’t so much an open book as a drive-in theater. Was everything about him so obvious to his friends? His silence was the only answer Katherine needed.

“That’s good. Because, lemme tell ya, my feet have a lot of needs,” Katherine said, pointing an authoritative finger in the air. “Big feet need more maintenance, but when you run and play sports, keeping them from getting dry or just rough... Let’s just say, I am glad you’re here. Tending to them will be your full time job. And don’t even get me started on my nails. I drink a lot of milk but they’re still brittle and the paint keeps chipping off and every day I need to apply a new coat.”

Lucas grew harder immediately at the prospect of serving her feet. She could see on his face just how elated he was at the idea.

“And Blake’s gonna be so happy. He has the same problems. It’s a fucking job, Luke. We needed you a long time ago.” She looked at his small, beaming face. He was so ready to serve them, such an obedient, willing pet. Katherine smiled, and planted a great kiss on Lucas’ face, leaving him damp and sticky with her saliva.

“You made the right decision,” she said. “You’re going to love being our pet.”

“Breakfast in bed?” Blake asked, entering the bedroom with a serving tray. He crawled onto the bed, setting the tray down between himself and Katherine, and looking confused. “Where’s Lucas?”

Katherine grinned and pointed down to the edge of the bed. Blake rolled his eyes, stood back up, and walked to where Katherine had indicated. He pulled the comforter up from the bed, revealing Lucas, his shrunken naked form embracing Katherine’s left sole, kissing and licking it furiously. He stood at an increased height of eight inches tall, practically glued to her skin. He’d never been this happy, feeling privileged just to bask in the warmth of her sole. They weren’t quite as salty as Lucas had expected. There was a hint of sweetness, a trace of lavender scent. Remnants of her moisturizer, he figured. It was what heaven must smell like.

“Oh my-” Blake started.

“Well you were taking so long in the kitchen I thought I’d give our new pet a job to do,” she said, wiggling her toes. “I want every inch of my feet licked clean.”

“You and your feet. I think you’ve got a complex.” Blake returned to the bed and cut into a stack of pancakes. “He’s going to miss breakfast...”

“We’ll save him a plate,” Katherine said, mock-shaming her boyfriend.

The two ate together, watching Lucas go about his task, all three of them taking in the thrill of their new lives together. Suddenly Katherine sighed, as if troubled by a nagging thought.

“What’s on your mind?” Blake asked.

“Something I took for granted before,” she answered. “But Lucas thought was odd.” She wiggled her big toe, nudging her tiny prize in his face.

“That we can control size?” Blake speculated.

“No,” Katherine said. “Well, yes, that. But why both of us? It’s impossible enough for one, but both of us?”

Blake looked puzzled, mostly because he hadn’t really considered it before. Nor had the couple experimented with their newfound powers much.

“Maybe Lucas can help us figure things out,” Katherine continued. “He’s a smart one, even if his brain is itty bitty.” She took Lucas’ head between two toes and gave him a loving squeeze, causing the smaller man to nearly melt with elation.

“Look how happy he is,” Katherine said to Blake. “Maybe you’d both like to worship my feet.” She grinned, knowing full well her boyfriend had no interest in feet. “Y’know... You’re lucky we do both have this power, whatever it is. Because if it was just me...”

“Yeah. I know,” Blake interjected. “I am lucky. And I sure as hell am not letting you shrink me again.”

“I might let you shrink me,” Katherine ventured, cautiously. “For an hour. Maybe a few. Just for fun... If.”

“If?” Blake’s eyebrows were fully arched with interest.

“If,” Katherine continued, raising a finger in the air. The finger slowly turned, aiming at her right foot. “If. You give our little friend a hand. Or should I say... A tongue!” It sounded funnier in her head.

Blake groaned. He wasn’t in to foot stuff, but the offer was too good. Even if Katherine allowed herself to be shrunken for an hour, he’d relish every second of it. He rolled back out of bed and lumbered over to her feet. He found Lucas, still in a state of utter worship of Katherine’s left foot.

“Still working on the first one huh?” Blake said, poking his friend with one giant finger.

Lucas, momentarily allowing himself to be distracted from his mission, looked over his shoulder at Blake’s monumental figure, naked but for a pair of tight gray boxer briefs. Lucas gasped, as his eyes traced the muscular terrain of his gigantic friend’s body, a landscape of male perfection, a living continent imbibed with incomparable strength and sexual magnetism. Hovering just above Lucas’ head was the bulge of Blake’s member, now considerably bigger than Lucas in both height and girth. It was only meant to be a momentary distraction, but Lucas had never been so profoundly humbled. In his tiny eyes, Blake was suddenly nothing short of a god.

“Tell you what. I’ll do this one,” Blake said, pointing to Katherine’s right foot. “And you better finish with that one. Or else I’ll have to help.”

Lucas turned back to the job at hand. He redoubled his efforts, licking even more furiously, not knowing what Blake’s “help” would entail. Blake studied Katherine’s right foot, sighed, then gave it one slow, meaty lick from heel to toes.

“Not bad,” he said, shrugging. His tongue returned, scraping her size 12 sole once more. And again, from a slightly different angle, and then once more, turning his head to ensure maximal coverage. Katherine giggled with childlike joy.

“Don’t forget the toes,” she said, wiggling them in Blake’s face.

“Of course, of course,” he muttered, taking her long toes into his mouth and giving them a good suck. Lucas could hear the popping sounds being sloshed in and out of Blake’s massive head. He shivered, knowing Blake was approaching completion. “All done,” the giant said.

A shadow moved across Lucas’ tiny body, and he knew his colossal friend was coming for him next. The world around Lucas began to expand in every direction, as his body was being reduced by one or the other giant. He became bite sized, perhaps under an inch tall, just small enough to be effortlessly swooped into Blake’s mouth as the giant’s tongue pressed him into Katherine’s foot, scraped once again upward, and arched back, tossing Lucas into a damp, dark cavern. The cavern opened, and a pink mass was thrust inward, which was sealed in darkness as the cavern closed once more. Blake sucked on Katherine’s big toe for a full minute, caressing it with his tongue, pressing Lucas relentlessly against its surface. Lucas screamed, in a manic mixture of ecstasy and fear of drowning in Blake’s saliva. The toe withdrew, and Blake allowed fresh air into his mouth. Deep, baritone chuckling erupted all around Lucas’ body.

“Look what I found,” Blake said, holding Lucas in a corner of his mouth between delicately clenched teeth. He walked around the bed toward Katherine, and shifted Lucas back onto his tongue. Blake stuck his tongue out, offering its tiny passenger to his girlfriend. Katherine accepted the gift, as she grabbed Blake’s head, pulling him inward for a passionate kiss. Lucas, once again lost in darkness, felt his body drift back and forth between rows of teeth, helplessly adrift in the currents of saliva, as Katherine sucked on her boyfriend’s tongue. Despite his best efforts, he lost track of where he was. He couldn’t even be sure how big - or rather, how small - he was.

The kiss that lasted forever finally ended. He was surrounded by another deep chuckle, this one more effeminate. Lips parted, and through rows of massive white teeth, Lucas could see the face of his friend, Blake. Air was rushing past Lucas, changing direction rapidly, carrying with it the sweet aroma of maple syrup. Katherine’s breathing became hot and heavy with arousal. She closed her mouth, and Lucas felt his world lunge forward, as Katherine grabbed Blake by the shoulders and pulled him onto the bed. Her mouth opened again, and Lucas found himself sliding outward, dropping momentarily onto a hard, unforgiving surface.

Above him rose Katherine’s monolithic form, a black-haired goddess that filled the sky. Beneath him, as best as Lucas could guess, were Blake’s abs, tense mounds of flesh that undulated in every direction. Lucas inhaled a gust of Blake’s raw masculine odor, with an unmistakable tinge of the musk of precum. Lucas looked toward the direction of the smell, and just above the horizon saw the looming form of Blake’s bulge, straining against a mountain of gray fabric, and right in the middle was a dark, cum-soaked spot in the shape of a sliver. Lucas trembled.

“God,” Katherine’s voice spoke from above, “I feel like a god.”

Blake’s hand reached upward, towering into the sky and meeting Katherine’s face. He caressed her cheek, lovingly twisting her hair around his fingers.

“I know,” he said, shaking the ground beneath tiny Lucas. “I do too.”

“I mean, he was a person,” Katherine said, staring at Lucas with wild eyes. “And now he’s a bug. Because I wanted him to be a bug.”

“Kat,” Blake gently chided, “he’s our friend at any size.”

Katherine nodded. “I know! Of course he is.”

“No, she’s right,” Lucas said, finally averring his gaze from the menacing dark sun hovering against the gray horizon of Blake’s briefs. “I am a bug.”

His tiny voice carried just enough to catch Kat’s attention. His reaction surprised even her.

“We’re all bugs compared to you,” Lucas said, locking eyes with Katherine. “No one can do what you do. We don’t even know if this is the limit of your power, let alone where it came from. But I do know you both have always been bigger and better than everyone around you.” He looked around, slowly taking in the terrain of his best friend’s body. “This is how it’s supposed to be,” Lucas said. “For all I know, you could shrink everyone on Earth and make them your slaves. Or...” He trailed off, his attention snagged by a new idea. “You wouldn’t even have to do that...”

“Why not?” Katherine asked.

“Well don’t tell me you never tried,” Lucas scoffed.

“Tried what?”

“Are you kidding me? Isn’t it obvious?” Lucas said, waving at his own tiny form. “You can make things smaller and you can bring them back to their normal size. Surely you can make yourselves bigger.”

“Gee Luke you’re so smart,” Katherine said with a sardonic smile. “And your friends are so dumb.” She glanced up at Blake and gave him a disciplinary pat on his chest. “Why didn’t we ever think to try getting bigger? Without Luke here I’d probably forget to breathe.”

Lucas blushed in response to Katherine’s playful sarcasm. Of course they tried. “Well did it work?” he asked impatiently. Blake gently scooped Lucas up, holding the smaller man in a giant cupped palm before his huge face.

“No,” Blake answered with tangible disappointment. “We spent hours in the yard last week, but nadda. This is as big as we get.”

Lucas shook his head. “You’re already doing the impossible. You’re manipulating size with just your mind. If you can’t make yourselves or anything else bigger, there has to be a reason. Try again. It can’t be right. I need... I need you guys to get bigger.”

“You need?” Katherine asked with eyes alight.

“He’s into freaky shit, babe,” Blake said, without a hint of judgment.

“I’ll say!” Katherine said. She pat Luke on the head with one finger. “Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that little head of yours.”

“Sometime I’ll tell you,” Lucas said, coyly.

Blake sighed. The warmth of his exhalation washed over his shrunken friend. One eyebrow arched, snagged by a passing thought. “What if he’s right?” Blake said, twirling Kat’s hair between two fingers. His eyes drifted off, his gaze seemingly lost in her black locks as he pondered the possibilities. “Think of how much fun we could have.” His eyes shifted, meeting Katherine’s directly. He offered a mischievous smile, which she returned with her own. The three silently entertained their own fantasies of what a colossal Blake and Katherine might get up to.

Katherine stood and collected the leftover plates from breakfast. “Alright alright okay fine. We’ll try again, after I clean up some of these dishes,” she said, trotting off to the kitchen. “Anything to humor our little bug,” she teased in the distance.

The two men were alone, the larger one still lost in his own fantasies. After a moment, the smaller spoke up. “Blake,” Lucas began, “even if you can’t grow, you and Kat have an incredible power.”

“I know,” Blake said, raising his head off his pillow to gaze down at his tiny friend. “It’s fuckin’ bananas, man.”

“Yeah. I don’t even know what to make of it.” Lucas shrugged. “But you could’ve already... I dunno... Done so much with it. You and Kat could have a whole collection of little people here, but instead you chose me.”

“Is it what you wanted?” Blake asked. “I mean, this is what you always wanted, isn’t it?”

Lucas nodded. Though they rarely spoke of it, Blake knew of Lucas’ secret obsession with macrophilia. Blake didn’t know the word for it, but he got the general idea. It was an elusive fantasy, an unobtainable goal Lucas had chased his entire life. And now they both fully understood. This was Blake’s gift to his longtime friend. He had the power and the means to give Lucas his dream of a tiny life at the mercy of giants. “Yes,” Lucas whispered. “Yes it is. Thank you.”

“Mmhmm,” Blake said. The larger man’s head dropped back on his pillow. “I did think about it... Using this power in... Other ways... I had this psycho ex a few years ago. Remember Meg? Girl was a nutcase. Took me way too long to realize it, and by the time I did she’d already done a number on me. Cheated on me, hurt me pretty bad. I thought about paying her a visit. Shrinking her down, then...” He trailed off, realizing it was better not to venture too far into such dark fantasies. But Lucas was too keen to hear it.

“And then what?” the smaller man pressed.

“Squishing her under my foot,” he reluctantly admitted. Blake sighed, feeling hesitant to continue, but he knew Lucas of all people would understand. “I wanted to feel her bones break while she screams tiny, meaningless apologies.”

“What if you ate her,” Lucas said, pouncing on the idea and immediately feeling himself go erect at the thought. “Or even better - what if you fed her to Katherine? Or made her Katherine’s pet? Or... Find the guy she cheated on you with, and have Katherine step on them both!”

“Dude, you are into some really weird shit,” Blake said. “But I like where your head’s at. Not gonna lie man, I don’t get why being small gets you off, but the flipside - just the idea of being big - yeah. I’m liking it more and more.”

The two remained silent for several minutes, listening to the sound of dishes being cleaned from the kitchen. “Blake,” Lucas began, breaking the silence, “Whatever you do with this power, I’m still your friend and I’m not going to judge you or Katherine. I want you two to use this power. I’ve fantasized about this shit my whole life. And now it’s here. It’s real. Don’t be held back. For all we know, you and Katherine are gods. People should worship you. And they will. I promise they will.”

Gods, Blake thought. The word had a nice ring to it.

An hour later they were outside, no better clothed than the trio was moments ago in the bedroom. In the privacy of Blake’s country house, they had no fear of gaining the attention of unwanted spectators.

“Just give it your best shot,” Luke pleaded. “For me. For your bug.”

“Aww,” Kat said, finding the nickname endearing. She cuddled him against her face, and planted a big kiss across his tiny body. “My widdle bug boy!”

Blake sighed. “Okay Kat, focus.”

“Okay!” cheered Katherine. “So who’s going first?”

But Blake had already closed his eyes, focusing his mind on the thought of becoming a giant, willing himself bigger, picturing himself ascending into the heavens.

“Concentrate!” Lucas yelled, as if he had any idea how any of this worked. “Really picture yourself, not just as a giant, but becoming a giant.”

He pictured it. Becoming the giant. Becoming the giant. Growing, ever taller, ever bigger, ever stronger. All the world would worship him. He imagined, again and again, his perfect naked form looming above even the tallest skyscrapers, while indiscernible masses of speck-sized people bowed beneath his feet. He envisioned himself scooping motes of human beings into mile-long hands, holding them, letting them simply bask in his pure power.

“Oh fuck honey,” Katherine shouted, “You’re getting HUGE!”

Blake opened his eyes, ready to be shocked by his own growth, to see for miles in every direction above the trees at his ankles. But nothing had changed. Katherine laughed, and pointed at the erect bulge throbbing behind Blake’s briefs.

“That really get you off? Being huge?” she teased.

But something had indeed changed. Blake was the first to notice it. He and Katherine were normally the same height, but now her eyes no longer perfectly met his own. She was looking up at him, just slightly.

“Holy shit,” he gasped. “I’m bigger.”

The smile vanished from Katherine’s face. Replacing it was an expression of shock, as if for the second time in their lives they faced the dawning realization that they possessed godlike power. “This changes everything,” she whispered.

“Keep going,” Lucas said, excited at the new possibilities before them. “It’s just like Big Man, Blake. Just like those stupid comics I drew of you when we were young. You were meant for this. You were always Big Man.”

Blake closed his eyes, recalling once more his visions of grandeur. He felt his own power pulsate throughout his body, he beckoned this ineffable energy to his bidding, commanding it to expand his body above the clouds. Become Big Man. Become the giant that rules this world, that saves this world from itself. An invulnerable, all-powerful protector.

“Be the biggest, honey,” Katherine chanted. “Do it for me!”

The biggest. Become a god, Blake thought. This is the moment, the real, true moment, when I become the god of this world. He flexed his muscles, tensing his entire body, gritting his teeth and silently screaming, become the god. Become the god. I’d be a good one too, Blake thought, I’d be the best. He envisioned Meg, an ant in his presence, begging for mercy before being scraped into the pavement under his heel.

“Nadda,” Kat said. “You really suck at this, Blake.”

He opened his eyes, and frowned, dismayed at his failure.

“Forget him,” Lucas said, looking up at Katherine from beneath her breasts. “I was rooting for you anyway!”

Katherine giggled. “My turn,” she said. But before she even closed her eyes, she ascended. Her palm expanded all around Lucas’ body. The little man nearly shrieked with joy as distant tree tops grew ever closer. Blake could only stand by and helplessly watch as his girlfriend nearly doubled his height. It didn’t feel fair. They were supposed to be in this together. But Katherine didn’t seem to mind. She laughed with unbound glee, only momentarily shocked by the booming echo that returned to her. When she’d finished growing, she was just over 11 feet tall. Blake’s head barely rose above her waist.

“I feel like I hit a ceiling,” she said, straining to make herself larger. “But still though!” she chuckled triumphantly. “Look at me! I’m fuckin’ big time, baby!” Her mighty, feminine hand reached out and stroked the leaves of a nearby tree, now much nearer than ever before.

Lucas was in a state of near catatonic awe. There she was, Katherine, the raven-haired goddess of his wildest dreams, standing tall, surveying her world from new heights. But even as his fantasies were being realized, Lucas craved more.

“It’s not enough!” Lucas shouted, almost too small to be heard. “Something’s wrong!”

“I’ll say,” Blake grumbled.

“Well, excuse me little misters,” Kat objected. “What else should I be doing?”

Lucas buried his head in his hands, trying desperately to make sense of the situation. “Earlier neither of them could grow,” he mumbled. “But now.. Blake only a little. Her a lot. What’s changed... What..” He got it. “Kat! Come back down! Both of you, normal size, now!”

The two obliged, though they were equally puzzled.

“Blake,” the tiny man barked to his much larger friend, “shrink Kat. Do it.”

Blake sighed, a little irritated to be taking orders from his new pet. But he was itching for some payback. He focused his energy once more, this time fixating on Katherine, willing her to be smaller. No matter how hard he tried, it made no difference. Katherine just blinked and smiled, remaining a defiant 6’5”.

“Okay,” Lucas said, bobbing up and down with anticipation on Katherine’s palm. “You’re not gonna like this Blake, but just... Just roll with it, buddy.”

“Oh fuck...” Blake said under his breath, knowing what was coming next.

“I’m ready!” Katherine cheered.

“Do it,” Lucas said.

She licked her lips like a predator sizing up its next meal. Blake barely had time to brace himself for the imminent rush of Katherine’s newfound power. Once again, Katherine rose above her boyfriend, but she wasn’t getting taller. Blake was merely being willed downward by his insatiable lover. She was merciful, however, leaving him at a laughable three feet tall.

“Okay Kat,” Lucas continued. “Now grow again.”

She didn’t need to be asked twice. Katherine rose once more, quicker this time, finishing her growth exactly three and a half feet higher than her previous attempt. Standing over 15 feet tall, with two minuscule men quivering in her shadow, Katherine shouted with glee, unafraid of who might hear, as if anyone could do anything to stop her. But this time she was the one craving more.

“Lucas!” she shouted with unrestrained exhilaration. “What is happening?! I got bigger! How do I keep going?! Did I steal Blake’s size?!” She looked around, eyeing all the trees around her hungrily. “Give me your size, little oaks!” she commanded. The trees around her seemingly obeyed, reducing themselves by her order. But to no effect. To her consternation, Katherine was unable to grow any further.

“Damn,” Lucas said. “Shame. Good idea though. Come back down. Get poor Blake off the ground while you’re at it.”

Everything was restored to its original heights, except Lucas.

“Alright little guy, explain,” said Blake. “What did all that prove?”

“Okay. Hear me out. The way I see it, I think there’s some kind of energy between all of us,” Lucas said. “Maybe it’s only the three of us. Maybe it’s in all humans. But when you take that energy from someone, you’re stealing their... Um.. How do I wanna say it...”

“Growth Potential?” Katherine offered.

“No, that doesn’t sound right,” Lucas said.

“Dumb name,” Blake agreed.

“Size factor. Much catchier,” Lucas continued. “You couldn’t grow before, I’m guessing, because you never did it while the other one of you was shrunken. But I show up, Katherine shrinks me, and-”

“I shrank you a little more,” Blake said, finishing Lucas’ thought.

“Right. So now Kat is sitting on the highest reserve of Size Factor.”

Katherine shook her head, still not sure that name sounded at all right.

Lucas carried on. “Meaning she not only can grow largest, but as far as I can tell-”

“I’m the strongest!” Kat shouted, thrusting a fist in the air. “Think you can handle a woman who will always be bigger and better than you?” Katherine gloated, increasing her height a full head taller than Blake. She tussled his hair, gleeful in the knowledge that he was helpless against her.

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” Blake muttered.

“I will. Starting right now, in fact.” She grinned, watching Blake shrink once more. He dwindled below three feet and continued dropping, his reduction only ending when he could barely stand above Katherine’s flip flops. She stooped down and collected her boyfriend, a toy boy in each hand. Delighted with herself, Katherine carried both her pets back indoors to have some fun.