Sirens. A gun. A crimson demon dressed in a suit.

“The heat’s on us. Regroup on Seventh?” The demon spoke fast and brief, his glossy face unmoving as it shone under the sunlight. “Jay, you with me?” He nudged him with the tip of his gun.

Jay? Oh. That’s right. He was Jay, short for Jonah. They were in the middle of robbing a bank, there was approximately $750,000 cash slung over his back. And this was his friend – his accomplice, Loch of course, he wore a matching demon mask. The job had gone awry, the getaway car wrecked by a telephone pole and now they were hobbling through an alley preparing to split up.

“Fuck – alright. Wait no longer than a minute. Don’t get cushy with me.” His words came out so naturally, he was a professional.

They bolted their separate ways, the police sirens wailed close. Jay turned the corner, his shoes pounding against concrete, he hopped a fence and dashed across a busy street, parents and their kin fled in response to the bloodied man. He was on Sixth, down that alley and he’d be on Seventh, he trusted Loch would make it on time. He bound down the lane, a mix match of old stores and factories closed in on either side of him. He could see it, he was almost out when he ran straight into a solid navy wall.

“And what do we have here? A little criminal trying to escape?” A deep feminine tone mocked.

Jay took a step back, his eyes widening once he saw the huge black combat boots spread wide on either side of his tiny dress shoes. Slowly, he craned his neck to gaze upon the looming police officer. A muscular blonde giant, whose waist easily crested his head. She was in an all-navy uniform, toned thighs filled her pants and there was a vest around her chest with a variety of tools and gadgets. The two items around her waist intimidated him most. A gun and a chunky pair of metal handcuffs. He scrambled to his feet to try and run the other way but his legs flailed uselessly in the air.

“Ah, ah!” She gripped his head in her palm, letting the weight of her fingers settle around his skull. “You’re under arrest mate.”

That voice, he recognised it – Paige?!

She wrapped an oversized palm around his backside and hoisted him up to face her with the ease at which one would move a child. Her name was Paige Fowler but call her Officer Fowler lest you wish to be shining her boots every morning. She loved this part of the job, the power that would course through her beefy arms when manhandling those smaller than her, relishing in their plight between her thick fingers and the compact feeling of their body in her palms. This one in particular, a little bank robber in a Japanese demon mask, his struggling had ceased so she shook him, a squeeze of his ass to elicit a squeak.

“Paige!” He shouted.

“Huh?!” She was stunned, how did this runt know her name. “Who are you?”

“It’s me,” he pulled off his mask, “Jonah.”

Jonah? “Jonah!” She became lucid then, aware of her dream. This was her friend Jonah, though for some odd reason he was the size of a toddler and she was, a police officer and incredibly jacked? She’d probably been in the midst of some weird wet dream again (as per usual). But, what she didn’t expect was for this freaky little conjured up version of Jonah to start speaking to her like he knew he was dreaming too.

“Paige,” he started, “the amulet, it caused this – it caused this dream to happen. I was staring at it like two seconds ago and then – fuck, I don’t know I saw a bunch of sevens and then I was here.”

“You saw a bunch of sevens? Like in your vision? Are you fuckin’ insane?” She hardly believed it. This was just a dream, this wasn’t the real Jonah, it was a vision from her sub-conscious – honestly, it made sense that he was a seven-raving lunatic.

As their conscious roused, the dream became unclear, a shady mist enveloped the surroundings and the sensation of their bodies weakened. Their heads unable to house both this immense dreamscape and the thoughts reserved for their awakened selves.

Jonah woke first, blinking the sleep aside. Amazingly, unlike every other morning this week, he awoke in the same place he fell asleep and his eyes didn’t sting from overuse. He took a moment to close them and appreciate the cooling sensation his eyelids provided. But, as rapid as his waking thoughts, the expansive warmth across his back and the lightly freckled arm draped over his shoulder came into the equation.

Something was off. The arms wrapped around his shoulders were – wait, they were massive? With a mix match of home drawn tattoos lining the length of the forearms. They were Paige’s, except blown up in proportion. Was he still dreaming? He yelped in surprise when one of her hands glided down his stomach and gripped his waist, pulling him tight into her crotch, from the very strength of her grip, he could tell her thick-padded fingers would leave a fading mark.

“Mmmmrr. Jonah?” Her voice was strained as it always was in the morning. “Jonah.” She sounded confused, a level of distress lingered too in her calling his name. Her palm wrapped around his shoulder and rolled him to face her.

“What the fuck,” they said in unison.

“What the actual fuck,” Paige added, wiping the sleep from her eye.

Jonah could hardly believe what laid before him, his toes only reached her waist, and her two bare breasts were stacked on top of each other, each one almost as big as his head. His attention turned to the now much larger amulet still clasped in hand and he brought it between them – was it you?.

Paige’s eyes widened, had that actually been Jonah in her dream? The same one who lay across from her like he was her child. “Holy shit. That was you.” His entire frame was perfectly proportional, just a hell of a lot more compact. She cursed to herself, feeling that intense urge rush between her legs, now was not the time. Hesitantly (and because she couldn’t help herself), she tracked down the length of their bodies, enchanted by how her hips and stomach rose over him, a shadow cast across Jonah from the eclipsed morning sun rays. Her tits as well, far too large for him now, he’d need a whole hand to massage her stiffening nipples. With only the two of them in this bed, she couldn’t help but relish in the rush that coursed through her, it was certainly a unique feeling, being the biggest one in the room. God, she couldn’t help it, could she? It really wasn’t the time to be thinking about this.

He ignored her wonderment, enwrapped by his own. The way she so easily upheld the rack on her chest, her nipples already beginning to harden in true Paige fashion and how she could lounge there with so, so much… body. Since knowing her, she had always been small, she had pixie-like features that he thought of as cute as much as he thought attractive. But as her giant sapphire iris glossed over his, he found her more predatory than anything else. While they lay there on their side, he was glued to her muscles like he were observing some mighty nude statue built by the Romans – with their features and definition cut to perfection. A sharp pain shot up his arm, he was still clenching the amulet like it owed him money.

“Jonah. Cunt. You with me?” She prodded his shoulder, watching as it rocked back and forth with her touch, she had gotten herself somewhat under control after seeing the light go out in his eyes.

As if resurfacing from the bottom of a pool, he breathed. “Paige. Why am I so fucking small?”

She stifled a shaken chuckle by rolling on her back to speak to the ceiling, her head was always foggy in the morning. “You said it was that amulet thing right?”

Was it? He glanced at its bronze face, the left-most emerald was now glowing a brilliant green in contrast to the dull remaining six. What in the world could that mean? He showed Paige and she pinched the amulet from between his fingers, she too took note of the glow. She’d never seen anything like it, the only solution that popped into her mind was to ask the store clerk they’d stolen from (it took her a minute though, her mind now preoccupied by the image of the goth woman). “We should bring it back to that chick with the huge tits. Surely she knows what’s up,” she said.

“I guess that makes the most sense,” he spoke in an inaudible whisper, he’d gone quiet again. His current predicament had begun to truly set in. Should he not have been reacting in a more alarmed manner. What if he was stuck like this? What if he got smaller? What would his father think if he showed up at the same height he had been when he was seven? And though he had felt somewhat cured of his insomnia, that familiar feeling came back, the feeling that struck when something became too much or felt unfeasible and he treated the situation with an indifference that bordered on oppressive. The ledge had become impossible to cling to, his fingers aching and begging for rest. So, he let go. Falling, away from the light, away from Paige and away from anything and everything. For he was now locked away to watch his life play out before him, wandering alone through that endless concrete maze.

Paige rolled toward him, it had been a few days since he had entered a state like this with her – often it was a sharp transition, where a phrase or situation would trigger his eyes to glaze over and his wit to turn bland. She often wondered if he realised how obvious it was when he slipped back into it. He was clearly troubled, yet she could sense another layer concealed away, one he kept from anyone but himself. She didn’t claim to know what was going on inside his head and no matter how badly she wanted to know, she knew it wasn’t that simple. She related it to her personal experience, when she lay in bed intently listening to thoughts that didn’t sound like her own taunt her in the early hours of the morning. Paige had figured out a cure for these episodes, simply to scream in frustration at her wall until her head was so full of anger that every other emotion forcibly shut down. It may have been – 7:17AM on the dot – but she was determined to break him from his spell.

“Hey Jonah.”

There was no response.

“Get the fuck up.” She leapt over him, landing with her fists akimbo against her hips.

“Paige?” He said quietly.

“I said get the fuck up shortstack.” There was a cross look on her face, one that told Jonah if he didn’t do as he was told he’d be punished. “Stand the fuck up Jonah.” She was unaware of her own strength (or rather Jonah’s lack of size) that when she tried to prod him he was sent rolling over. She tried not to feel bad, it was for his own good.

An earthquake ripped through the labyrinth, dust and cement shuddering from the roof. Jonah began to panic, the structural integrity of his mind under attack. He was still a bystander allowing his actions to play autonomously, and while he would normally walk in silence until he gained control, Paige’s intervention had awakened an emotion that had laid dormant for months. It was an almost forgotten feeling for Jonah, but unlike before, where his emotions were content to sit and marinate, this one was begging to be released into the world, bucking against its restraints, like a volcano on the verge of eruption. He pounced to his feet, standing on the mattress he was thankfully eye level with Paige, he wanted to tell her to stop but she pushed him back down. He stood and again she pushed back. “Stop fucking pushing me,” he snarled, his words didn’t feel like his own.

“Yeah. Or what?”

Jonah was stumped, his realities were merging. “Fuck off.” She went to push him again and he weakly grabbed her wrist.

“Yell at me Jonah.”

“What?”

“Fuckin’ yell at me. As loud as you fuckin’ can!” Her voice rose in volume and tone like she were giving a grand battle cry.

“Wha – no? I’m not doing that,” he said, shuddering under her intensity.

“Fuckin’ do it.” She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him close so that their noses almost touched. “Or I’m gonna smack the shit out of you.”

He was speechless, the weight of her hands very much told him that he did not want that.

“Do it!” She yelled, rattling his body back and forth.

And now, he wanted to. He really wanted to. Because of everything that had happened to him, his fucking birth to his fucking mother to fucking Paige who threw him around like a ragdoll. That’s when he realised, this feeling was what he had been looking for, it didn’t belong to the stranger controlling his actions, it was his, Jonah’s. Seven months ago on that fated day, it had felt like an awful concoction of poison rotting away in the pit of his stomach, at the time the slurry of components were impossible to pick apart, but there was one that had risen above the others. And now that his mind had been incinerated into clarity, he was utterly offended, that the stranger who acted as he could pretend to know what it was like to be Jonah. All that was required was his action. A simple action to expel the bubbling magma within his core. From the passenger seat, Jonah could see what Paige was doing, she had thrown a lifejacket over the side of a sinking ship to save him, he only had to reach out and take it. It would be easy, the pressure had enough time to build. Just do it. Just fuckin’ do it.

“Fuck you Paige. Fuck you Paige!” He shouted.

“Nah – fuck you Jonah!” She shouted back, a heavy finger prod his chest.

“Fuck,” he stumbled. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck this. Fuck everything. Fucking cunt fuck!”

“Fuckin’ fuck Silverleaf.” Paige stomped her feet with each word, the whole room shaken by her ferocity.

“Fuck Silverleaf,” he agreed with a stern nod. “And fuck this stupid fucking amulet,” it clinked uselessly against the wall he pegged it at.

“Jonah,” she dragged him close by the shoulders again. “Tell me. Who do you hate the most? Curse their fuckin’ name.”

Their fierce eyes were locked in tandem, Jonah wouldn’t back down now. No. Now, he felt like he could conquer the fucking world. “Fuck Miriam! Fuck that miserable cunt so fucking much.”

Paige grinned a devilish grin, she leant her head back to the ceiling and yelled at the top of her lungs: “Fuck Kevin! Fuck Colon! Fuck James!”

“And fuck you.”

“No – fuck you.”

“Fuck.”

“Cunt.”

“FUCK!” Jonah screamed and smashed his fists against his legs to expel any remaining bits of explosivity. He slouched to the mattress – not defeated but tired. He knew it to be hopeless, but there was a small part of him that thought maybe just by letting everything out he’d return to his normal size. He was thankful though, to Paige, for yanking him up before he fell too far.

“Do you feel better?” Paige asked, curious if her prescription had truly worked.

“I feel fucking pissed.”

Paige snickered and sat next to him, her added weight an unwelcome surprise as Jonah seesawed into her side. Her arm wrapped around his shoulder and pulled him tight, his cheek smushed against her underboob. “C’mon ya little shit, being short ain’t so bad – and that’s coming from me,” she noogied his head. There was an absurd pleasure to be found in holding his body weight like he were a child, his small warmth snug against her skin. And while she couldn’t help but allow a smidgen of waking arousal creep back into her mind, after all, she and Jonah had made it somewhat of a habit to begin their day with a quick fuck. It felt wrong to think of him in that way while they dealt with whatever this was (but damn if that wasn’t making it even hotter).

Jonah snorted and closed his eyes. He did feel better. He felt more in control. Honestly, a lot more than he usually did, that feeling of anger had finally been captured and compartmentalised. He peered up past the swell of Paige’s bust with doe eyes that she would come to love and said, “but Paige – thank you.”

Her horny thoughts froze at his words, now begging that her blush couldn’t be seen from his lowly perspective. She felt so, so silly, but his thanks gave her butterflies, similar to when he hung onto her every word while she told an exaggerated story or allowed her to rant about why post-punk was an objectively positive evolution to the punk rock genre. And among a cohort of students who were beginning to think about their future and what they’d become, she found herself left behind in their conversations with little to add because she had accepted that she’d never be quite enough to achieve success. Jonah – as complex as he was – alleviated that worry, not that she didn’t believe it anymore, but at least when she was with him she could pretend she was someone else, someone sure of themselves and confident in their approach to life.

“We’ll figure it out,” she said.

“God, I fucking hope so,” he muttered and after a moment of tension they laughed.

Paige freshened up and applied a new layer of eyeliner and mascara while Jonah constructed their plan of action: head back to Mottlebong and tear into the lady working there about how she could be so careless to have an amulet that can shrink people on display and hopefully glean from her a way to reverse the effects. In the midst of their discussion a knock on the door froze them in their tracks.

“Kids? I heard some shouting before, is everything okay?” The bald man who checked them in said from the other side.

Jonah and Paige looked at each other, a silent argument between their eyes until Paige cut in. “Yeah – uh. We’re okay. We’ll be checking out in a sec.” Jonah seconded her reassurance.

“No need love, I couldn’t live with myself if I charged a couple of kids.” A hearty chuckle devolved into a coughing fit. Paige rolled her eyes and theatrically feigned a retch, she hated the habit old men had of calling any woman under the age of 30 love (Jonah thought it was a nice gesture at least). His footsteps shuffled back down the corridor, his cough relentless.

“We can’t let him see me like this,” Jonah said finally to which Paige agreed.

 They changed back into their clothes, well Paige did, Jonah managed to slip into his shirt, the hem of the button up reached down to his knees and now he looked like a kid who had found their way into their parents closet.

“I look ridiculous,” he said.

“You look very handsome mister,” she pinched his cheek in her huge hand.

After impatiently waiting for Paige to stop laughing and asking if he needed any assistance climbing on the bed, they busted open the window facing the pines outside and crawled out.

The sky was devoid of clouds, it was an unusually warm winter day and the trees were still. Jonah had silently been getting used to his diminished size, sneaking glances at Paige as they snuck around the side of the building, it was incredibly distracting, having to walk behind her, staring up at her ass packed into those jeans, the way the denim of her jeans contorted with each step and how her boots outsized his feet with ease, loudly crunching the foliage beneath. After bolting through the tree line toward the road they had previously travelled along, Paige caught one of his wandering glances as he lagged behind her. “What?”

“It’s just really weird. Seeing you so tall.” He gestured upwards, puffing from their sudden burst.

“You’re the one who shrunk. I’m still short as fuck,” she snorted, “you’re like, a dwarf or something.”

She had a point, he barely made it to her waist. The thought of comparing himself to someone even taller was enough to send a shiver down his spine. It helped to imagine he was the normal one here, and it was Paige who had grown instead, which would at least be an entertaining chaos. “Cool it with the shit talk, I can only get so hard.”

“Ha! Don’t tempt me Jonah,” she said, but it was too late, she was already considering and thinking then imagining it, her hormones responded accordingly. “You know what we should do?”

Jonah knew exactly what she wanted to do, so he played the fool. “What?”

“We should fuck in the woods.”

His body was keen, but truthfully he was unsure how their new size difference would come into the equation. The bordering tree line would provide ample coverage, so it all came down to if he was game enough. “Are you sure?”

Paige crossed her arms and made her already imposing figure seem even larger. “Did you really just ask if I was sure if I wanted to have sex? Me – of all people Jonah? Seriously?”

Her challenge was the final straw and they removed themselves from the road, dry undergrowth crunching beneath their feet as they walked, paced no – ran deeper into the forest, their arousal building the further they went without sating it. Paige led them to a small clearing, a perfect, flat rock baked under the rising sun surrounded by looming pines.

“Pants off squirt,” she commanded.

He eagerly nodded from just under her waist and reached his hands to the golden button holding her zipper together, it was harder than it looked to pry the tight denim apart. Paige’s curiosity and arousal combined within the cauldron of her thoughts, she usually had him on his knees when he did this, but now he could barely reach her hip while standing at his full height. There was something so – it was hard to place it – but so alluring about the fact that taking her pants off required a full body effort. Jonah tugged downwards on the zipper and was immediately struck by the fishy scent emanating from within, he tried peering up over her stretched white top, only to have her chest obstruct her face.

Paige wrapped her palm around his head and pulled it into her crotch, she bit her lip to stifle a moan and leant over to harshly whisper in his ear. “My pussy’s fuckin’ starving Jonah.”

Oh my god. Jonah could feel his nose snake between her lips, his nostrils burnt with intoxicating warmth. His heart was racing and blood rushed between his legs, he stripped his shirt off at a blistering pace. Paige’s fingers drummed against his head, their thick pads caressed his neck and if he tested her strength by trying to pull away she didn’t budge. When they had sex, there was always an underlying safety for Jonah, since she was a naturally small person, her strength often betrayed her intentions. But now, he could feel the full brunt of her lust in each jerk and twist of her immense body.

The flat rock acted as a bench as Paige let her weight fall backwards, and much to her pleasure, she had to look downward to meet Jonah’s eye. She would be lying if she didn’t say she found that exciting. Standing at five foot two, she had always been shorter than most and especially in bed, she’d never had a partner shorter than her. So, to be staring down at someone half her size, someone who (judging by the hard rod between his legs) was very eager to please her. Someone she could manhandle with ease, she wrapped her hand around his throat this time – entirely, until her fingers overlapped. She released and he breathed deep, his lungs blue from a lack of oxygen. It was totally exhilarating.

“You’re not gonna know what hit you,” Jonah said while trying to clamber onto her lap.

“So naïve.” Her hands snaked around his hips and she hoisted him up. “You’re pretty confident for a ragdoll.”

Jonah buried his head between her tits and squeezed them as best his shrunken hands could, her flesh gobbled up his attempts, tweaking her nipples until they filled the space between his fingers. With his legs wrapped around her waist, she cupped each of his ass cheeks in her huge hands and his squirming increased tenfold as she spread them and let her fingers explore deeper in his crack. “Wait – wait. Just wait.” Jonah peered up at her, frightened by the large digits snaking their way dangerously close to his rear door, their lingering trail electric.

“Where’d all that confidence go big fella?” Paige had a smug grin as she leaned in to ask, her fingers still squeezing and plying with his flesh, he was putty in her hands.

On his fourth night in Silverleaf, Paige had made a grab for his ass similar to the one she currently held him in, albeit she wasn’t able to hold him in her lap at the time. But, to his complete surprise, while she was massaging the area around, she snuck a finger into his asshole, his eyes had bugged and he gripped Paige’s shoulders in shock (she hurriedly pulled back and asked if he was okay). The feeling had been strange, he’d never been touched anywhere remotely close before, let alone a whole finger. Though the feeling wasn’t entirely awful, it was strangely pleasurable, not in the way that getting off was, but in a way that debased him even further and Paige had seemed to especially love how he squirmed and whined in her hands. She had discussed boundaries afterwards, obviously if he didn’t enjoy it she would never do it again, but he had told her he enjoyed it, not because he didn’t but also because he was afraid she’d decide they were no longer a fit. Jonah knew he could stop her at any time, they’d decided on a safe word that night – Kevin – though that had been when he could comfortably peer over her head.

Now, as they gazed into each other’s eyes, he felt entirely intimidated by the behemoth who held him by the waist with her bare hands, light reflected off her piercings and her bleached hair glowed a platinum white under the sun. He felt even smaller enwrapped by her body, she had the look of a predator, sneering and investigative, a wolf prowling the forest for prey unfortunate enough to be caught in her vicinity. And he, a meek and shaken rabbit, who should be quivering beneath a tuft of foliage begging to be spared. Instead, he was caught by the scruff of his neck in her maw, thinking he had some kind of death wish.

He wanted to brave it, scream at her to just do it already, or stay calm and collected and maintain his image as someone who could keep up with any antic she suggested. What he actually said failed to align with his wishes. “Just,” he sighed, avoiding her gaze, “be careful Paige.”

“Hey.” She brought his chin to meet her eye. “We don’t have to.”

Somehow, her understanding was worse than her penetrating, he didn’t want her to see him as weak and needing of special treatment. He recalled her words on his first night with her: “It feels better to tame a tiger than a cat.”

“I never said stop.” He nipped at the finger upholding his chin.

 Paige’s concern vanished in an instant, her brow raised and a cocky smile. “Suck it bitch.” Her pointer shoved itself into his mouth, covering his tongue and reaching the inside of his cheeks. With a pop she removed it and he felt the confines of her hand around his ass again, the wet tip of her finger crawling closer and closer, the cool sensation guiding a trail to his back door. “Ready?” Her brow raised.

Jonah nodded and immediately, she pushed. He hadn’t expected one finger to feel as stretched as he did now and groaned deep into her bosom, intense pulsing radiated from his insides. Before he had a chance to consider if it felt good or uncomfortable, Paige aimed his cock to her pussy and rammed him inside her. She was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to feel him at his reduced size but combined with the degrading act she had pulled off and Jonah’s whines between her tits, it didn’t even matter – at this point a feather could get her off.

Explosions of rich pleasure racked his mind, rattling his brain around his skull until he could no longer think a single clear thought. His waist downwards had become paralysed through overstimulation and his legs flailed around her, he could see through the glimpses of his own shut eyes that Paige had rolled her head back and was chewing aggressively on her lip, her moans suppressed to the best of her ability.

They charged. Their pace quickened until it felt like the friction would cause a fire to erupt from between their legs. Together, they leant back and deeply groaned as their climax reached its peak, their moans echoing around the forested coverage. Paige rolled Jonah to the side and they lay with their nude backs against the hot rock, staring into the vast, never-ending blue sky, winter had taken the day off, gifting them a sheen of sweat.

“Holy fucking shit,” Jonah said with a scoff of disbelief.

Paige burst into laughter, her eyes creased and her hands clapped together, even she was shocked with herself for going through with it. “I know – I know,” she said between draws of breath.

Like always, they debriefed about what had felt good, what had felt bad and what had felt fucking amazing, Paige had firmly believed in communication from the start and sought out to make it equally pleasurable for the both of them. At first, Jonah was embarrassed to talk about the sex they just had, but those worries were quickly alleviated by the way she spoke to him about it, she was intrigued and open to his opinions and ideas and though during the act, she was dominant and provocative, afterwards her touch no longer had an aggressive force to it, it was sweet and light as it danced across his olive skin.

He found himself snuggled next to her, a reversal of their usual position, with Paige’s arm wrapped around his neck and down his back. Oddly, he found it rather comforting to be enwrapped by her like this, and in their silence it almost sounded like Paige was purring along to his fingernail scratching circles on her stomach, running up and over the small bump of her abdominals. For the first time in a while, he could say with definitive proof that he was comfortable, no longer stuck in the largely ignored orphanage system and his height strangely no longer a bother to him, somehow he could tell they would figure it out. Instead, he basked in the feeling of their bodies compressed together and the calming rhythm of her chest rising and falling. He was thankful, thankful that Paige had been kind enough to welcome him into her life and then accompany him on his outrageous request. Even though he had only known Paige for a little over a week, he had never, ever felt closer to anyone else.