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If I do badly on any of my midterms, I'm blaming you all.

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“U-Unwrap my…? Are you my present? Wait wait wait, I’m so confused. What’s going on, Allie?” Brian babbled, the swirling in his stomach and his nerves making it difficult to think clearly. At that, Allison squealed in embarrassment and dashed over to the bed, kneeling down so only her face was visible to the tiny man seated on the pillow. Now that he couldn’t see her scantily-clad body, Brian was able to think more clearly.


“I’m sorry,” she said, red as a tomato, “I was trying to be sexy. Did it work?”

Brian let out a nervous laugh, as his heart rate ever-so-slightly slowed.

“That was sexy? More like terrifying,” he answered. Allison groaned, laying her head on the bed, face down.

“I must still be a little drunk. I kept going back and forth on whether I should try it, but after seeing you so happy I was convinced that it was a good idea. I’m so embarrassed,” she muttered, her voice slightly muffled.

“Try what, Allie?” Brian asked. She looked up at him, clearly still embarrassed but with a certain twinkle in her eye.

“To get you aroused,” she replied guiltily.


Brian was stunned into a moment of silence.

“Me, aroused? Wha- Why? How?” he stammered, completely perplexed. Despite her embarrassment, Allison couldn’t help but giggle at his bewilderment.

“I just thought, you know… maybe we should test Elizabeth’s demisexual theory, that’s all,” she said, lowering her voice slightly. Now that her cards were on the table, her own desires began to cloud her consciousness.

“But… you know this stuff makes me feel horrible, right? My stomach is killing me, and my instincts are screaming at me to run away,” Brian replied, holding one hand to his swirling belly. At that, her face darkened in guilt.


“I’m so sorry, baby…” she whispered, placing one hand behind his back and rubbing his stomach with her thumb. Brian closed his eyes and leaned into the soothing sensation.

“Like Elizabeth said, I just thought that exposure would make the bad parts fade away… I realize now that I’m moving too quickly. I apologize,” she continued. She rested her cheek on the bed and gazed up at him with apologetic eyes, continuing her attempts to physically soothe him. Brian pondered for a moment.

“No, no… I understand. I was just surprised, but… maybe it isn’t a bad idea,” he replied, going against his panicked instincts. He thought back to Elizabeth’s words.


Sweetheart, maybe the scary stuff that you’re feeling is just your body reacting to a strong, unfamiliar sensation. So, maybe if you experiment a little and get used to it, the bad parts will fade away, and you’ll get to experience something new and exciting.


New and exciting… he thought. Maybe this is my chance to be normal.

Years and years of doubt and jealousy came flooding back to him. Before he had accepted his sexuality, a part of his life was dominated by desire for sexual attraction. The way it was described, the importance it seemed to carry for practically everybody, it sounded like the greatest thing ever. The fact that he never felt it was a source of unbelievable frustration, and he had felt left out of a major aspect of existence. Presented with the possibility that it had been available to him all along, he had just never fulfilled his specific criteria, he began to feel a sense of excited anticipation that outweighed his instinctual fear. At that, he came to a decision.


“Allie, I want to try it,” he said firmly, pushing down his nerves to the best of his ability. Suppressing his emotions was arguably his greatest skill, and he was utilizing it to the max. “I want to try being sexual.”

Allison’s head shot upwards, and her face lit up. Part surprise, part excitement, and part not-believing-she-had-heard-him-correctly.

“You what now?” she asked. Brian chuckled.

“You’re right. The only way to get past this fear is to get used to it. So… let’s give it a try. I’m ready,” he replied. His voice carried traces of nervousness, but Allison could tell that he was sincere. Suddenly, she felt very excited. Her lips were teased upwards into yet-another playful curl, and her eyes narrowed as her voice seemingly dropped an octave. Her predator mode had been engaged.


“You sure, baby?” she breathed, bringing one finger under his chin and rubbing it tenderly. Her tone and expression clued Brian into just what he had awoken, and the fear came back in full. Still, he chose to keep moving forward, having faith that it would dissipate as they continued. With that being said, he couldn’t quite muster the strength to audibly respond, so he simply nodded. At that, Allison took a deep breath and stood to her feet. 


Suddenly, Brian’s entire field of view was overtaken by nothing but Allison.

If he looked to the left- he saw Allison.

If he looked to the right- he saw Allison.

If he looked up- he saw Allison.

If he looked anywhere- he saw Allison.


It was as if the entire world had transformed into an endless field of silky-smooth skin, only interrupted by the occasional piece of skimpy black fabric. Then, far above him in a realm that no mortal could ever hope to reach, was the face of a goddess. A perfect beauty, with gorgeous auburn hair and stunning brown eyes. This… existence, larger than him in every sense of the word, was gazing down at him from the heavens, her beet-red face clouded by pure and overwhelming desire. For the first time since becoming small, despite having been called one many times, Brian truly felt like an insignificant bug.


“How do you feel?” Allison asked kindly, trying to prioritize Brian’s comfort regardless of her own arousal. This was proving to be quite the difficult task, however. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to keep it up, due to the lingering effects of the alcohol mixed with her own lust that had been building for nearly three weeks.


“Like I’m going to throw up,” Brian answered truthfully, before quickly realizing how that sounded. “N-Not because of you, of course- well, yes, because of you, but not you-you, as in your looks, more just like a general sort-”

“Shhh…” Allison soothed with a slight giggle. “I know what you meant. Here, let’s both get more comfortable.”


With that, she gracefully rolled onto the bed. Brian was amazed that such a large, overwhelming creature could move so quickly and fluidly. The movement caused him to lightly bounce on the pillow, which did little for his stomach. When she came to a stop, Allison was on her side, her front facing Brian as she propped her head up with her elbow.


“It’s funny,” she said, “you get a new shirt and the first thing we do afterwards requires taking it off.”

With that, she reached forward with her free hand and grabbed the bottom of Brian’s new shirt. She began to pull it upwards, which Brian helped along by raising his arms. Soon, his chest was once again visible. Despite the fact that this had been his default state for weeks, he suddenly felt very exposed.


“And now the bottom…” Allison purred, biting her lip as she reached for the string acting as Brian’s belt. A miniscule hand on her fingernail stopped her, though.

“Can we keep that on for now?” Brian asked hurriedly. Allison raised an eyebrow, but nonetheless shrugged and retracted her hand.

“Whatever you say, baby. It’ll have to come off at some point, though,” she replied with a dangerous smile. Brian reciprocated with a nervous one. 


“So, I guess we should start. Don’t worry, I’ll be very gentle,” Allison cooed. “How about we start with a touch?”

Brian made a questioning noise.

“Touch? You touch me all the time,” he said, causing Allison to giggle.

“No, no, no. There’s a big difference between being touched, and being touched,” she responded, placing a sultry emphasis on the word. “Allow me to demonstrate.”


With that, she slowly brought her free hand towards Brian, her index finger slightly extended. The pad of her finger was at least twice as big as his face, and Brian couldn’t help but be intimidated. Then, with a gentleness that should have been impossible for such a large creature, Allison lightly touched Brian’s chest with the tip of her finger. An electric shock surged throughout his entire body, and he suddenly knew exactly what she had meant by the difference between touching and being touched. Allison slowly began to drag her finger downwards across his body, taking a moment to linger on his waist. Every sensation caused a new wave of fear to wash across Brian’s consciousness, and he shivered. Then, the test was over, and the finger was retracted back towards the enormous woman it belonged to.


“How did that feel?” she asked sweetly. Brian took a moment to compose himself.

“Intense,” he replied. “Not necessarily in the good way.”

“I see…” Allison muttered, furrowing her brow. “Well, let’s try it another way.”

She rolled onto her back, so her chest was facing the ceiling. She then reached over and plucked Brian up off the pillow, being extra careful not to overwhelm him. Then, with a fresh wave of embarrassment, she gently placed him on her left breast. Brian sank into the soft flesh, feeling like he had just been placed on a marshmallow, and instantly turned red himself. Although he was technically on the fabric covering her chest, the fact that he was so close to such a delicate spot made him very self-conscious. After a moment of adjusting to his new terrain, trying not to fall over as a result of every jiggle and wobble that accompanied even the slightest movement, he looked into the gargantuan eyes of his blushing girlfriend.


“So, let’s think back. What has happened so far that made you feel funny?” Allison asked. “Maybe we can narrow down what might get you… excited.”

“Well… the first time was that long kiss a few days ago,” Brian answered, causing Allison to hum in contemplation. Then, she adopted a playful smile.

“Do you like my lips?” she asked breathily, tracing one finger across her smooth, inviting pink lips. Brian couldn’t help but be slightly mesmerized by the display.

“Yeah…” he muttered. “I really like your kisses. But… it’s more for the way it feels, like how relaxing it is. It never made me feel, well, excited. It’s just, I could tell that you were kissing me in a different way, and it made me nervous. Like when you licked me, and said I tasted good.”


Allison closed her eyes in embarrassment.

“Oh, god…” she muttered. “I say the stupidest shit when I’m horny. Well, what about after that?” 

Brian fidgeted.

“Well… the next time was when I woke up that night, and saw you-”

“Actually, I think we have all the information we need,” Allison hastily interrupted.

“I agree,” Brian hastily replied.

“Alright, here’s what we know. It seems like the kiss is what awoke something. So, if we want to continue…” she started.

“Then we should try more kissing,” he finished.

“That’s right. So, with that being said…” Allison said, before closing her eyes and taking a breath. When she opened her eyes again, her predator mode had been reengaged.


“Come here, you,” she said slowly. A little slower than necessary, she reached towards Brian with her thumb and index finger. His field of view was slowly eclipsed by the approaching digits, and the swirling sensation intensified.

It’ll stop… it’ll stop… it’ll stop… it’ll stop… he repeatedly reassured himself, convinced that the sensation was nothing more than his body reacting to something new. If he didn’t believe as much, he would have called this off dozens of times by now.


The fingers grabbed him, and he was gently lifted and pulled towards Allison’s waiting lips. She rolled back onto her side and carefully sat Brian down next to her face on the pillow, allowing him to recline into the hand that was propped behind him. She decided to tease the moment out a little bit, hoping that the anticipation might help awaken his arousal.


“Just watch my lips for a while, Brian,” she instructed. “Watch my lips as they move, and just imagine them darting forward and enveloping you in their soft embrace. Imagine getting lost in the squishy folds of my gorgeous lips as they completely engulf your teeny-tiny body.”


Brian did as instructed, and simply watched the immense lips as they moved to form Allison’s words. He could see the occasional string of saliva within the dark caverns of her enormous mouth, as well as the barely noticeable slithering of the gigantic pink muscle that dwelled within. Allison’s words caused the entire world around her mouth to rumble and vibrate from the sheer force of their soundwaves, and Brian’s whole body tingled and vibrated as each softly spoken word thundered its way into his brain.


He began to feel lightheaded from the whole experience, and he lost his ability to talk. The rational part of his brain was slightly concerned by this, as it meant he was no longer able to call out for help if needed. He simply had to have faith that Allison would check on him before going any further. If the clouded, flushed look on her face was anything to go on, however, this was in no way guaranteed.


“You know, since we’re trying to figure out what turns you on, why don’t I tell you what turns me on?” Allison suggested. Without waiting for a reply, she continued.

“I actually kind of like how small you are,” she admitted with a guilty smile. “I want nothing more than for you to become normal again, of course, but I’d be lying if I said your size didn’t get me a little excited.”

She began to breathe slightly heavier as she started to admit her deepest fantasies.


“I love feeling like I can completely engulf you in my love,” she continued. “With my lips, like I said, but also with everything. What man can go swimming in boobs? Wrestle with my tongue like it’s an alligator? You could be having the greatest experiences of your life, and I could be walking around in public while nobody knows. You’re that tiny. That itty-bitty. That teensy-weensy. I love it.”


The hand not supporting Brian began to slither down her stomach, until it was resting against a very delicate spot. Allison suddenly felt like just as big a pervert as Cathy, but at that moment she couldn’t have cared less. Still, she continued.


“I mean this in a loving way, of course, but I also love feeling like I can trap you,” she purred. Brian’s eyes widened, breaking through the anxious trance he had been in for the last minute. He felt like a door was opening in the deepest parts of his subconscious, and he wondered if this was the moment when it would start to feel good. However, a creeping sense of dread made him realize that it was going the other way.


“You’re so tiny, you couldn’t get away from me if you tried,” Allison continued, once more biting her lip with a stifled giggle. She was basically in fantasy-land at this point, but the fact that the object of her fantasy was actually there in front of her heightened the enjoyability by a factor of millions. She couldn’t see him over the bridge of her nose, but she tried to imagine that he was completely captivated, breathing heavily as he finally gave into his desires. 


The truth was actually quite different. Suddenly, Brian’s awareness flashed to somewhere else. A place with cement walls and orange jumpsuits. A place where he was being held down by monsters. The present became mixed with memory, and his brain was overstimulated by the information.


You can’t get away from us if you tried.


“You’re completely helpless.”


You’re completely helpless.


“I can do whatever I want to you.”


We can do whatever we want to you.


“And right now…”


And right now…


“I want to…”


We’re going to… 


“Fuck you.”


~~~


Brian was laying on the floor, stomach down. His pants were pulled down to his feet, and his shirt was slightly torn. His chin was resting on the cold concrete, and he was staring straight ahead at the wall. For the first time since his conviction, his eyes were completely empty. What once were striking green were now swirling pits of darkness, and anyone looking at him would question if he was aware of his surroundings in any capacity. The only sign of life was his mouth, which was barely open and slightly moving. A thin string of drool was escaping his lips and pooling on the floor. Just like his eyes, his heart was completely empty.


“I don’t want to feel,” he whispered. He knew that the room was now empty, but he hoped that somebody was listening. Somebody who he was pretty sure had abandoned him a long time ago.

“Please… don’t make me feel,” he pleaded, mustering what was left of his soul and transforming it into one earnest appeal.

“Don’t make me feel… I don’t want to feel…”


Just like that, his wish was granted. Whether it came from his intended listener, or from his own pure willpower, he stopped feeling. A part of his soul was placed inside of a room, along with the memory that had destroyed it. The room was locked, welded shut, cemented over, and thrown into the sea. It stayed there for two and a half years, until it was forcibly opened before he had time to prepare himself. Because of this, it annihilated him.


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Allison finally drew her lips forward, ready to begin the session. Her hand had been massaging and probing for the last few minutes, and she physically couldn’t stand to wait any longer. Right as she was about to make contact, though, she decided to check on Brian and make sure that he was still okay with it. She hoped that he would be blushing and panting, just as excited to begin as she was. What she saw, instead, instantly obliterated her fantasy.


“S… s-stop… st… stop…”

There, reclined against her hand and stiff as a board, was Brian. He was completely pale, as if all the blood in his body had evaporated. His eyes were wide and unblinking, silent tears falling down his face.  He looked like he was looking at everything and nothing at the same time, in an eerie expression of primal fear mixed with overwhelming confusion. His mouth was barely opening and closing, and his strained whisperings formed the same word, over and over: stop.


Allison’s heart froze. She tore herself from her prone position and rose to her knees, frantically collecting the frozen one-inch man in her palm and raising him to her face.

“Brian! Brian, what’s wrong?! Come on, not again!”

She poked and prodded him with her free hand, trying to elicit any kind of a reaction that didn’t involve repeating the word “stop.” She didn’t know exactly what was going on, but she could tell that he was in some kind of a trance.


“Come on, come on! Brian, snap out of it! Tell me what’s wrong! Brian, baby, not again! Not again!!”

Faced with the possibility that she had caused Brian to have another breakdown, Allison felt like the biggest monster in the universe. She desperately tried to get through to him, but she wasn’t entirely sure if he was even conscious. Just when she was about to give up and run to Elizabeth for help, Brian suddenly stirred. Still pale and confused, he began to look all around the room. Allison let out a relieved sobbing gasp


“Brian! Baby, look at me. Are you okay?! Please tell me you’re okay, please…” she begged, gently teasing his chin towards her with her nail. At the sound of her voice, Brian regained some sense of awareness, and turned in the direction of the booming voice. What he saw defied all explanation…

“Baby, can you hear me? You have to talk to me, tell me what’s goi-”


Brian screamed.


“W-What the fuck?! Who- why are- what the fuck?!” he cried, looking at Allison as if she was the Grim Reaper. He scrambled to his feet and dashed away, only to quickly reach the edge of her hand. He peered into the abyss, a fall that looked to be hundreds, if not thousands, of feet. He cried out once again, before falling to his rear and crawling back towards the center of her enormous palm. Looking all around with a wild look in his eyes, he looked like a caged animal. Allison was more scared and confused than she had ever been in her life.


“Brian…?” she whimpered. “W-Why are you acting so afraid of me…?”

“P-Please put me down!” the frightened figure shouted. “Please! Sto- don’t- please!”

Allison complied, gently placing him down on the bed with a trembling hand. Once he was down, the figure scrambled backwards as quickly as he could, retreating until his back slammed into a pillow and could go no further. He closed his eyes in fearful lamentation, gritting his teeth as he looked around for another avenue of escape. He looked to be on some kind of bed, but his brain couldn’t comprehend how large and distant everything seemed to be. He looked back towards Allison with a fearful eye, his mouth quivering as he shivered in instinctual terror. Allison had unconsciously taken a few steps back, and was standing a few feet away from the bed with both hands drawn to her mouth. She didn’t want to accept what she was seeing.


Does he not recognize me?


She took a step forward, and tried to open her mouth to say something. She was interrupted by more frantic shouts, however.


“Stop! Stop! I don’t understand! Stop!” the figure screamed, apparently just verbalizing every thought in an attempt to stop the unbelievably titanic figure that was approaching him. Allison immediately complied, holding both hands up to show that she meant no harm. Still, the figure continued.


“Stop! I don’t understand! What is this?! Please, what is this?!” he shouted, increasing Allison’s confusion even more.

“Brian, I don’t know wha-”

“STOP!” he screamed, covering his ears and closing his eyes as he fell to his side. The booming vibrations of Allison’s unnaturally loud voice caused him to panic, and his mind shut down as he curled into the fetal position. He desperately tried to limit his sensory input, as everything he was seeing and hearing made no sense to his panicked mind.


Allison tearfully realized that everything she was doing was making it worse, and she hurriedly grabbed her shirt and ran out the door, closing it behind her. She sprinted across the apartment to the other bedroom, and frantically knocked on the door. After a moment, Elizabeth swung the door open. She was momentarily confused by Allison’s lack of pants, but that confusion was quickly replaced by overwhelming concern once she saw Allison’s sobbing, panicked face.


“Allie! Allie, what’s wrong?!” she asked, grabbing her former student’s hands.

“It’s- it’s Brian!” Allison stammered. “S-Somethings wrong! He was screaming, a-and I don’t think he recognized me! We were trying to- but I got carried away, and he was pale, and something’s wrong, Professor!”

Elizabeth grew more and more concerned, but she realized that she had to know the full story before she could react. She turned stern, throwing away her desire to comfort the crying figure in front of her.


“Allison, if Brian is in trouble then you have to calm down and tell me what is going on,” she said firmly, moving her hands to Allison’s shoulders. The message got through, and Allison desperately tried to get herself under control. She was guided into the bedroom, and sat down on the bed. Once she could think clearly, Allison began to relay the events of the previous twenty minutes. She had surprised him, they agreed to try being sexual, Allison lost track of him for a minute, and he ended up in some kind of trance. Through it all, Elizabeth listened silently. She was starting to feel panic tugging at her heart as well, but was able to push it down.


“I-It was like he was in a trance, or something! He kept saying ‘stop, stop, stop’ over and over again. Professor, what if he was having some kind of, well, flashback or something?” Allison asked. Elizabeth furrowed her brow, tearing up slightly.

“Do you think he could have been assaulted in prison? Did he ever mention anything like that happening?” she asked. Allison turned pale.

“He s-said that, that he was harassed, and some took it to the extreme, but he never said that- oh god… Professor, what if we weren’t encouraging him to try something new? What if we were encouraging him to relive his assault?!” she cried, trying not to break down again. Elizabeth drew one hand to her mouth, unable to stop a few tears from streaking down her face. 


“We should have… we should have fucking listened to him!” Allison continued, slamming the bed with her fist. “He said that sexual stuff makes him panic! He said that it causes him to forget where he is! He had a nightmare a few days ago that also caused him to forget who I was, and he said that the nightmare was about something that happened in prison! Professor, he fucking said it!!!”


“Allie, you need to calm down,” Elizabeth weakly said, putting one hand on her shoulder.

“No! This is all my fault, AGAIN! I just had to be horny, I just had to surprise him, I just had to push the boundaries! I fucking told him that I was fine with a non-sexual relationship, and I just fucking LIED!” Allison screamed, feeling like her mind was about to explode. Suddenly, she rose to her feet.


“I need to see him,” she said firmly, before storming towards the door. Elizabeth caught her, however, and held her down as she tried to break free.

“Allie, you can’t do that!” she cried. “He doesn’t know who you are!”

“Shut the fuck up! He needs me! He’s alone, a-and scared, and he doesn’t understand what’s going on!” Allison screamed.

“No, he doesn’t! He’s clearly having some kind of mental break, and you would only make it worse!” Elizabeth shouted. Allison gave up her struggling, and turned limp in Elizabeth’s arms.


“What am I supposed to do…” she sobbed. “This is all my fault, again… what am I supposed to do?!”

“I don’t know, sweetheart, I don’t know,” Elizabeth choked out. “But… but we’re going to figure it out… we’re going to figure it out. I know we will. We have to.”


Allison continued to sob, while Elizabeth struggled not to break down herself. Across the apartment, a frightened one-inch man was shivering in the fetal position, not understanding how he ended up in a world where everything was thousands of times his size.

 

“We have to…”

 

 

 

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