Shrunk

Her head was swimming. Every muscle felt like it had gone through a meat grinder. A blaring sound boomed somewhere above, sounding wobbly and distorted. 

Before her was what looked like a black Vans high top sneaker, the size of an actual van. “A Vans van,” she mumbled to herself with a delirious snicker.  

The Vans van screeched backwards along the tile floor, and a massive denim pillar collided down before her with a quake.

The booming grew louder, and she groaned, covering her ears. 

A massive hand came down from the sky, blocking her vision; each finger larger than her entire body. She frowned up at it in confusion as it hovered over her, then the tip of the index finger gently pressed against her chest, rolling her onto her back and her eyes widened. High above her loomed an ungodly creature; its torso the size of an entire building, stretching multiple stories high, its face cast in shadow. 

She screamed.

The hand wrenched back and she lifted onto her forearms, screaming and dragging and kicking herself along the tile floor away from it. 

The booming sound came again; it was a voice from above. A voice of a God. 

The hand drew towards her again, but did not touch her, only curved around her like a wall. A second hand cupped around her from the other side, trapping her between them and she smacked her arms around her head, hugging herself into a tight ball and screaming.

The powerful voice reverberated through the floor, rattling her bones. 

Her name. It was saying her name, over and over again.

She knew that voice.

Her screams faded and her gaze rose from her arms, towards the colossal face above her. A face she knew. She knew those green eyes; wide and terrified. In barely more than a whisper he was murmuring, “Natty, Natty, it’s okay. It’s okay, Natty. It’s okay.”

“T-Trevor?” she whimpered.

He gaped incredulously, his mouth slightly open, then muttered, “Ooh my God...”

“Trevor, what the fuck!” she squealed. “You're huge!”

“Um, I’m not, Natalie. You just shrank.”

“I WHAT?”

“You shrank.”

Her eyes shot up to see the stairwell rising above him to the heavens. “Oh my God! How!”

“I have no fucking idea, it was the craziest fucking shit I’ve ever seen in my entire fucking life. You started spasming and then it was just, like, you just, like, fucking, imploded.”

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Natalie burst into an incoherent rant of high-pitched curses and sobs. 

“Awe shit,” Trev groaned, his brows drawing together. “Please don’t cry, Natty. It’s gonna be okay.” 

He placed a huge finger gently against her back and she squealed, hunching her shoulders away from him, wrapping her arms around her head and sobbing, “Don’t fucking touch me!”

He grimaced. “Okay… but, you do know I’m gonna have to pick you up at some point...”

“Just leave me alone!” she cried, hugging herself into a tight ball. 

“I’m not just gonna leave you down here… You wamme to take you to the nurse or something?”

“Yeah, great fucking idea! Take me to the high school nurse! I’m sure she’s qualified to handle spontaneous implosion!”

“O-kay, what would you like me to do?”

“Don’t yell at me, Trevor!”

He let out a long exhale, his eyes drifting towards the ceiling. “I am not yelling, Natalie, this is in fact a fairly dulcet tone of my voice.”

“Well excuse me if my ears a bit sensitive, Trevor, I’ve been turned into a fucking SMURF!”

He snickered.

“It’s not funnyyy!” she wailed, pounding her tiny fists against her knees in frustration.

“Come on, it’s not so bad. You’ve always been scrawny, I bet you no one'll even notice the difference.”

“Agggh,” she groaned, smacking her face in her palms. “Why’d it have to be you?”

“What was that? Can’t hear you down there, pipsqueek.”

She lifted her gaze from her hands to glare up at him.

He grinned his cocky grin. “Eih, there she is.” He gave her tiny arm the lightest of whacks with the tips of his huge fingers. “Feeling better?”

She huffed. “Please refrain from making witty comments at my expense, Trevor, I am in no mood for your sas. Can you take me to a doctor, please?”

“They’re more qualified than the nurse on spontaneous implosion are they?”

“I don’t know, maybe. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about the rest of the school finding out.”

“Right, God forbid this tarnish your gleaming reputation.”

Natalie sneered. “It’s not about my reputation, fuckhead, this school is full of Goddamn animals. You got any idea how many threats I’ve gotten the past few days?”

Trev frowned. “What? Who’s threatening you?”

“Not the point. Can you take me to the hospital or not?”

“Yeah, sure. But for real, whaddo you think a doctor’s gonna do?”

“I dunno, maybe they’ll stick me in a taffy machine.”

Trev laughed. 

“Glad this is so amusing to you.”

“You’re the one who keeps making outdated pop culture references.”

“Listen, dickfuck–” Her voice caught in her throat as titanic footsteps came down the stairs overhead and she ducked down into a tight ball beneath him, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Awe,” Trev murmured with a sad frown, cupping his hands protectively around her tiny, cowering form.

She panted, waiting for the footsteps to dissipate, before looking back up at him between his cupped fingers with wide, desperate eyes. “You really don’t think a doctor will be able to do anything?”

“Um,” he muttered, frowning. “I mean, it can’t have been biological, your clothes shrank. It must’ve been something, I dunno… Supernatural. Like a hex or something.”

Her lip trembled. “Fuck.”

His frown deepened and his hand automatically drifted towards her to touch her again, but he stopped himself. “It’s gonna be okay, Natty,” he murmured. “I’ll be there with you, okay? I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“You promise? You’ll stay with me?”

“Of course,” he said with a soft smile. But then his smile faltered into a slight grimace. “But, um, there is just one issue in regards to getting to the hospital that you should probably be aware of. I don’t have my bike today, I got a ride.”

Natalie’s eyes narrowed. “From whom?”

“Guess.”

She swirled with loathing. “Are you fucking joking?”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll just tell her I’m sick or something.”

“Abso-lutely not. Can’t you get a ride with someone else?”

“Such as?”

“Literally anyone.”

“None of our friends drive, and your friends all think I’m a stalker for some reason.”

“Take my bike.”

“You mean my bike that I outgrew when I was twelve? Not sure how well I can work the pedals anymore.”

“So walk.”

“It’s miles away.”

“I don’t care! I’d rather walk there myself than get in a car with Princess Fat Fuck!” 

He snickered.

“IT’S NOT FUNNY TREVOR! Why the fuck is she driving you around? Have you no dignity? You really are her little bad-boy-toy, aren’t you?”

“That jibe stung more when you weren’t literally toy-sized.”

“Fuck you.” 

“Like, a small toy, too. Like one of those little green plastic army men toys, you know? Like a choking hazard-sized–”

“Do not!” she bellowed. “Call me! A choking hazard!”

“I said choking hazard-sized. You’re not plastic, I’m sure any small child could swallow you just fine.”

“Aha, cute. You know what, screw it, just call my dad to come and get me.”

Trev’s brows furrowed. “You serious? You really wanna see the Tank right now?”

“My dad, yes, one can assume he’ll need to be informed.”

“Right, only, about an hour ago he depicted a pretty vivid picture of what he planned to do to you when he got his hands on you that would not bode well in your current condition.”

“Okay, eavesdropper.”

“He bellowed it from the window, everyone within a two block radius was eavesdropping.”

“You think the whole shrinking thing might divert his attention?”

“Or piss him off even more if he’s gotta leave work to come get your shrunken ass, only to face what are sure to be some fairly ungodly hospital bills.”

“Just call him! Or go drag my brother out of class, he can deal with Frank.”

“Why don’t I just get the keys from her and I can drive?”

“No!”

“Why!”

“You don’t have a driver’s license, you lack good judgment, I don’t trust you behind the wheel of a moving vehicle, and I don’t agree with your taste in women!”

He huffed, rolling his eyes. “Look, Nat, I know things have been kinda fucked since we broke up, but I wouldn’t ever let anything happen to you, we’re family.”

“No we’re not! Why do you always do this!”

“Do what? I’m only tryna fuckin’ help you!”

“If you really wanted to help me, you’d call my dad! What you want is to play the gallant fucking hero, as per usual! You’re so pathetic! Just go away, I don’t want your help!”

Trev glowered down at her as she panted through clenched teeth. “Fine.” He rose to his feet, towering above her like some kind of teenzilla, and stepped over her to climb back out from under the stairwell. 

Her eyes widened as his massive sneakers collided against the tile floor away from her with a series of tremors. “Wait!” she squealed. “You’re not really gonna leave me down–”

“I can’t hear you, stupidass,” he snapped, climbing up over the railing. 

She gaped up after him, a hint of guilt fluttering through her. She’d gone too far. She shouldn’t have called him pathetic, it was always triggering for him. Part of her issue with Trev was their mutual compulsion to tear each other down when one of them felt upset or vulnerable. Even as she recognized her own faults, she was overwhelmed by irritation. Could he not see how upset she was? She was in actual, physical danger, and she needed his help, how could he have just left her all alone? 

She huffed, crossing her arms. Of course he hadn’t. He was likely sulking at the top of the stairwell and would come storming back as soon as he felt he’d made his point.

Sure enough, he jumped back down a minute later, grumbling, “Oh, look at that, you’re still here.” He stomped back over to her, his Vans vans planting down before her at an alarmingly close distance. He squatted down. “Come on.” His monstrous hand descended towards her and she jerked instinctively away from it and he hollered in a thunderous tone, “I’m gonna have to touch you, Natalie!” 

She threw her hands over her ringing ears, bellowing, “Don’t yell at me, you fucking idiot! You’ll blow my ear drums!”

His jaw clenched and his huge fingers suddenly pinched the back of her flannel shirt and jerked upwards, yanking her off the ground, and she gasped, throwing her hands up to clutch his fingers.

“Didn’t catch that,” his voice boomed as she dangled before his huge eyes. “What’d you just call me?”

“Put. Me. Down,” she snarled, her heart picking up speed.

“Uh huh, okay. Damn, Nat, you are really fucking small. This must be pretty high up for you.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Are you tryna startle me, Trev?”

“No, why? You startled?”

She sneered. “Naw, I’m good. You’re the one afraid of heights.”

He laughed darkly. “Oh. Right. Glad I’m not you, right now.” He rose to his feet, and she screamed as she sky-rocketed upwards, her head buzzing with tunnel-vision from the sudden change in altitude. His hand jerked to a halt when he reached his full height and she swung with the momentum, her head bobbing as she struggled to keep conscious. She shook her head to clear the fizzling light-headedness and she dug her nails into his fingers, her heart pounding, swaying before his face at what felt to her like the height of a ten-story building. The corner of his huge mouth rose into a cold smirk before her. “Awe, what’s the matter, Nat? You look startled.”

She scowled incredulously, holding back tears, and whimpered, “You’re such a dick.”

 “Ouch. I gotta say, Natalie, for how tiny you are, it’s amazing you still manage to be such a huge fucking bitch.” 

“Oh my God!” she wailed. “Get over it! I’ve got bigger problems right now than trying to cater to your fragile fucking ego!”

Trev laughed coldly. “Yeah you do.”

He yanked her towards his chest as his other hand pulled open his tee-shirt pocket. He dropped her inside and she let out an involuntary squeak as she bounced into the fabric.

“What the fuck, Trevor!” she yelled up to him, seeing nothing but the underside of his jaw through the top of his pocket.

He ignored her as he climbed out from under the stairwell and stalked down the hallway, bouncing her up and down in his pocket with every step he took. She was overcome by the blaring sounds of his gigantic body. His rapid heartbeat pounded against her through the fabric of his shirt. Every angry breath rocked her back and forth. 

He was pissed. Great. 

“Trevor!” she yelled up to him, clutching a fistfull of his shirt to steady herself. “Calm down!”

 His chest vibrated as he grumbled, “You might wanna quit your squeaking if you don’t want anyone to hear you.”

Natalie groaned and bonked her head against him. He’d chill out. He’d keep her safe. He could be a real dick when he was angry, but he’d never actually let anything bad happen to her.

She could clearly make out the vast hallway through the fabric of his pocket, the lockers and occasional high school student passing by like skyscrapers. He came to a halt and leaned against a locker, crossing his arms beneath her. 

“What are you doing?” she grumbled up at the underside of his chin. He didn’t respond and she wasn’t sure if it was because he was still pissed or because he didn’t hear her, so she yelled louder, “What are you–!”

“Waiting for my girlfriend.”

Natalie huffed, scowling, but took a deep, composing breath to sooth the aggravation coursing through her. They couldn’t both get angry at the same time, it never ended well. “You’re just gonna get her keys from her, though, right?” she called.

“I guess that depends on what she wants to do,” he said coldly. 

She clamped her mouth shut before she said something to piss him off even more and he wound up stuffing her in a locker or something. It wouldn’t be the first time. It had been like this between them since they were six, long before they started dating. They’d fight and fight and neither would back down and he’d inevitably stuff her into a cupboard or barricade her in a closet or else just straddle her on the ground, grinning his crooked grin and occasionally whacking her in the head as she struggled futilely against him, refusing to let her go until she declared him the winner—which she obviously never did. 

One time when they were eight he held her down for an entire afternoon in the courtyard of their apartment complex because she’d hidden his favorite toy—a Spiderman action figure his mom had sent him for his birthday that he carried around everywhere, which Natalie had stolen because he broke her lucky bracelet, which he’d broken because she ripped up one of his drawings, which she’d ripped up because he called her a stupid ass, because she called him a little bitch, because he called her short, and so on and so forth. She’d lain stoically in the grass while he sat on her stomach with his knees pinning her arms down.

“I’m not messin’ with you Natty, where is it?”

“Get offa me and I’ll go get it for you.”

“Not ‘til you tell me where it is.”

“I’m not tellin’ you shit.”

“I can stay here all day.”

“You’ll get bored eventually.”

“Wanna bet?”

He’d sent Nick, his ever faithful little minion, to rip her bedroom apart looking for it. And when he came back empty handed, he sent him to fetch snacks and coloring books and board games that he’d played on her chest with Diego and Danno and other kids from the complex, forbidding anyone from speaking to her until he was reunited with his beloved Spiderman. 

The two of them stayed like that well after the sun had gone down, and probably would have stayed there all night, too, if Frank hadn’t spotted them out in the dark when he got home from work and hurled Trev halfway across the courtyard. Then he beat her ass for staying out past dark, with zero sympathy for her bawling proclamations of innocence in the matter. Then he screamed at her mom for a good hour for being too high to notice one of the kids was missing, while the other had puked everywhere after eating nothing but an entire box of Twinkies for dinner, and the toddler had been screaming and hungry and running around in his own shit for God knew how long.

As promised, Natalie returned Trev’s Spiderman toy to him the following morning as they waited for the school bus. He clutched it in his hand, glaring down at her. “Where’s his head?”

“Oh this?” She held it up to him.

He snatched for it, but not quick enough and she tossed it down the gutter.

Trev gaped after it, then burst into tears, right in front of all the neighborhood kids. 

Natalie laughed coldly. “Wow, what a baby. Maybe if you cry loud enough your mommy will come home someday to get you a–”

“SHUT UP!” he screamed, tackling her to the hard pavement. “I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!”

And she laughed her ass off, even as he pummeled her, because they both knew she’d won. No matter how hard he hit her, he’d never be able to hurt her as much as she’d hurt him. 

*                                                *                                                *

After what felt like an eternity, the bell rang. Natalie pressed herself against his chest as shadow after enormous shadow passed by. Voices boomed above her, so loud she covered her ears. And then–

“TREVY!”

Something large and soft pressed against her, squeezing her into Trev’s chest. 

“Hey baby,” said Trev, holding her against him. “Can we talk?”

“I don’t wanna talk,” she whispered in his ear, quiet enough for only Trev to hear, as well as the tiny girl in his pocket. “I want you to do that thing you did last weekend.” 

He grinned. “Oh yeah? What thing would that be?”

Natalie glared irritably from inside his pocket. What a dick. 

He let Brittany recount the venereal exploits of their previous weekend in vivid detail, involving much tongue and tits and a can of whipped cream, before he finally cut her off. “Sure, maybe later. But first, come here, I gotta talk to you.”

They walked for about a minute, paused, and a door opened to a bathroom. Trev jammed the stopper beneath the door to keep it shut and Brittany giggled, “Baby, you’re so bad.”

Her breast molded around Natalie once again, and high above came the renewed sounds of face sucking. This time the embrace lasted for a good minute as he pressed her up against the bathroom sink. Natalie had to kick her leg against his chest ten times before he finally broke away.

“Baby, I gotta show you something.” 

Natalie stiffened, drawing in breath.

Brittany giggled again. “Okay.” 

Trev paused for a moment. He was fucking with her. There was absolutely no way he’d stoop so low. But then his fingers descended in through the pocket and constricted around her like big, fat, double-crossing snakes. He opened his palm between the two of them and Natalie balanced on her hands and knees in his cupped hand, gaping incredulously beyond the ridge of his palm, at the huge set of breasts before her. 

Brittany’s body shape was all curves, entirely different from her own. She had long, voluptuous legs, a plump rear end, and huge, glorious tits. Natalie lifted her gaze anxiously up her chest to find Brittany looking down at her; her long blonde hair curtaining her face, her big blue eyes wide and curious. “What the heck?”

“Mhm,” said Trev. “She wants us to take her to a doctor.”

“Lemme hold her!”

Trev glanced down at Natalie, who shook her head pleadingly. 

“Sure, here you go.” 

Her jaw dropped in indignation and the corner of his mouth rose into a slight, crooked grin as he reached over, tilting his palm to drop her into Brittany’s outstretched hand.

Brittany’s pink clawed fingers wrapped tightly around her body with just her head emerging from her fist, lifting her up to her face. Her big blue eyes looked her over, hungrily. “Does anybody else know about this?” she asked, her hot, sticky breath gusting into Natalie’s face, reeking of coffee and yogurt.

“Nope.”

Her eyes brightened and rose to Trev’s. “Trevy, don’t you know what this means?”

Natalie craned her head around to snarl up at him, never hating anyone so much in all her life—the back-stabbing, psychotic, maniacal fucking asshole—but he was looking over her head at Brittany.

“No, babe, what’s it mean?”

“Nobody knows but us! We can take her home with us, and nobody would ever know what had happened!”

“Damn, babe, I never thought of it like that. You’re so smart.”

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!” Natalie burst out and his lips tightened as he suppressed a laugh, still not looking down at her. “I’MA FUCKING KILL YOU, TREVOR DALTON, YOU DICKASS MOTHER FUCKING SON OF A–!” 

But Brittany’s thumb suddenly smacked over her face, cutting her off. “You’ll speak when spoken to, trash whore.”

Natalie felt herself descend as Brittany’s free hand pulled open the pocket of her ridiculously tight jeggings, and then she was plummeting down into the darkness. Her pocket snapped closed, jamming Natalie against her meaty upper thigh, within the confines of her jeggings.

“Get cozy down there, little bitch,” Brittany’s voice boomed high above her, her massive hand pounding into her as she patted her pocket. “I’m feeling a little under the weather. Whaddya say we take the rest of the day off and go back to my place?” 

And, with that, her gargantuan leg propelled forward as she walked back out into the hallway.