It was like pins and needles, the endless tingling from her crown to tips of her fingers and her toes, and it felt like it was on fire.
Purely by instinct, Lola awoke yelping and patting at her arms and legs as if they were on fire and rolling over onto her back as she imagined scorching red hot flames dousing her all over. But in a matter of a few seconds from coming back to consciousness, she realised matter of factly that she wasn’t on fire at all and that the crazy sensation was happening from under her skin - the golden tanned skin that was pimpled all over and her hairs sticking on end as if she had some kind of static shock.
The other thing she realised was, she wasn’t wearing any clothes.
“M-my bikini…?! What the…” Lola mumbled as she wrapped an arm around herself as she sat up straight, angling herself on her behind. This she regretted as her head began to swim around in circles and feeling the tingling sensation prickle at her forehead. She winced and patted her palm again against her head, feeling the damp cold sweat from both her head and hand.
She didn’t realise she had a ringing in her ears until it started to subside, noticing right away the familiar rumbling of the ships engines. “The… Ship…” Lola again mumbling and straining to speak. Her throat was dry and she had to cough to be able to speak.
Faded memories began to become clearer to her by the second. She was on holiday. She was a cruise liner with her family, that being her mother and father, and older sister by a few years. This was their second to last night on their holiday… That’s right… They had all gone for the last meal in the family friendly restaurant on one of the middle decks…She had gone to the toilet… Washed her hands… And blacked out.
“Don’t tell me… I’ve got food poisoning…” she barely held in a small laugh. Wouldn’t that be a hoot, getting seriously ill just before departing what was a nice 5 night trip, with the day after tomorrow the family setting off back home after having spent an extravagant amount of money - something they wouldn’t be able to do again for quite some time.
She rubbed her eyes and brushed her hair from her face and groaned as she stood up and opened her eyes.
In an instant, she wished that she hadn’t. She wished that she could close them again, forget what she is seeing right now and return to a time before she blacked out.
But she couldn’t.
If Lola could have found her voice, she was sure she could have screamed loud enough for the astronauts on the International Space Station to hear her. Instead, her voice seemed to squash itself in her throat, her tongue swelled up and tears began to swell and slowly slide down her cheeks. If anyone were to look back into her deep green eyes, they would see themselves with pure clarity.
Her head slowly tilted upwards as she tried to take in her surroundings which seemed more and more impossible to do the more she observed what seemed to be her new reality.
“It can’t… This isn’t…” Lola panicked. She was sure she was safe, safe as anyone else who hadn’t caught… “But I’ve had the… All 3 of t-them… The vaccines…!” She rubbed her left arm, feeling a small bump where she had her shots pricked into her and left a scar half the size of an M&M. She was guaranteed to be safe!
Lola didn’t understand. How could she? At 13 years old, she was even younger when the so-called virus appeared, and the global epidemic began.
It had taken at least 2 and half years for a vaccine to be created. A vaccine that was created and tested and treated by the world’s brightest and best that all came together in the time of desperate need. There was a time when this looked nearly impossible to achieve…
Scores of people from all over the world, from all paths of life and faith shrank. What seemed like a complete fantasy became a real dream come true for some, and a complete nightmare for others. There was no way to tell who would shrink and when, though it was rumoured there were people with rare signs of symptoms like sudden muscle bulking and water loss, like being over sensitive to sounds or temperatures. Odd symptoms. But this was barely tested, if ever, due to the fact that the victim would disappear before tests could be carried out.
For Lola, she was still very young to understand the impact of what had happened around her and her memories were very washed around due to the utter chaos that ensued when the virus really began to make an impact. She always supposed that would have been when the US President had shrunk to the size of next to nothing, the world really began to adjust itself from that point on.
Amidst the lockdowns, the constant waves of new news regarding who and how many people had shrunk within the last hour, last day, last week, last month etc.
Tinies, they were called now apparently. It was unknown who came up with the moniker but it seemed to stick pretty quickly. Conversations on the news and day-time TV programs regarded the shrunken population as such as so it was meant to be. The shrunken were now the Tinies. And on the news and day-time TV programs, the debates on Tinies’ rights and privileges, how to care and budget for this new crisis and what new world has awoken from this dire situation the world has found itself in.
As the months went on by, there was numerous TV shows and social media channels were being produced solely on the subject of tiny people, the “Tinizisation” of the modern world… As well as other programs more tuned for exploring the deeper, darker depths of humankind. And tinykind.
Lola wasn’t really aware about that, she was relatively isolated from the crisis. The family was tight-knit and they isolated when they were told to, washed hands and wore masks when needed and were pretty respectful of other people and their surroundings. In their extended family, nobody else seemed to be affected. Though her Aunty Susan had mentioned one time that her neighbour’s husband had shrunk to the size of her little fingernail, she remembered her Aunt giggling to her mother as she was on her way out of the room and on her way to bed. She didn’t understand why her Aunt was giggling in all honesty - she wondered if she found a tiny man, how funny would she find it?
A year and some months had passed before life began to return back to normal. But what was normal at this point? As the real numbers began to be calculated, it was realised how much of an impact the virus had on the world. Politicians, engineers, doctors and scientists, teachers, councillors, gym trainers and swimmers, librarians, actors and cameramen, marines, police, shopkeepers and office staff… Every country was affected leaving no stone unturned. It was said that nearly 10% of the world had shrunk, with the average size being around an inch but tinies were found at various sizes usually being smaller than the average.
This created a massive workspace crisis, but also helped resolve the issues of the world's poor and homeless, being able to fill in positions of desperate need and moving into properties that were no longer accommodated. In some cases, the crises helped some in their relationships - being able to live closer together and having to take more care of their loved ones proved to be healthy and rewarding. While others had darker intentions with their tinies. These were stories Lola was unaware of, purposely so by her overbearing parents.
Whenever there was a news story regarding a tiny being abused, the channel was quickly changed to something more appropriate, though this seemed to be harder and harder to do as more and more programs were being produced for the evening, more adult audiences. Programs such as Bigger Brother (a daily-shown reality series based on an 18 year old’s tiny ½ inch sister), Love On Cheerio Island (where groups of tinies compete for love interests within a cereal bowl) and 24 Hours In Me. Needless to say, that was a program for well beyond the watershed.
These programs were quickly a hot topic within the school that Lola attended and while Lola hadn’t watched any of the programs her peers were excitedly talking about, she couldn’t help take an interest.
“...When she kissed that Guy and that milk drop crashed on his head…”
“...Wiggling in his pants…!”
“...I’d DIE if I got asked to go on…”
Unless she got to see some of the programs her friends were talking about, there was no point in listening to them any further. Being isolated from the Tinizisation, as it’s so called nowadays, Lola continued to be Lola and do Lola things. Swimming, hanging out with friends at the mall and studying. She really wanted to be a marine biologist having taken inspiration from meeting her friend’s Uncle who had visited from the Caribbean for a few days. Everything he had spoken about his profession had ignited Lola’s curiosity for the ocean and everything in it.
Hard working and down to earth, Lola was unlike her older sister. Whereas Elsie was 4 years old, wild and adventurous, Lola was introverted and quiet. Not to say she didn’t like other people and didn’t like to explore new horizons, but she was quite comfortable being able to be on her own for extended periods of time. She quite liked the idea that was independent and confident in herself and her abilities to get on with her tasks and find ways to entertain herself. Being contained within isolation for months on end, it really wasn’t much of a nuisance for her and was in some ways dreading going back to school once the vaccines began to roll out.
The shots, 3 of them in all, were entirely for preventative measures with a 97% success rate and were certainly not a cure for those already affected by the virus. It seemed by the very impossible and somewhat otherworldly nature of the virus that it was thought impossible to attain such a cure to be able to restore people back to their original heights.
Once you were a Tiny, you were tiny for the rest of your miniature life and there was very little choice in the matter - you just had better hope that if you shrank, you shrank around good company.
Within the first week of returning to school, already the dynamic was changing amongst her peers. Rumours of the school bully were that he had shrunk into nothing and had vanished down a storm drain, another that a school teacher had been found in a changing room in a clothes store. And this meant hushed, excited whispers and gossips but also tearful anxious pupils wary. Wary that if they were next, what would happen to them? This was a thought that crossed Lola’s mind now and then, and it didn’t help when she had bumped into her friend Sasha on an ordinary afternoon.
Coming out of her last class of the day, the young brunette tucked her stationary into her rucksack and tidied her long straight hair behind her ears as she followed her classmates out of the school. She sighed as it was a hot sunny day and it wasn’t even 4pm yet, her dogs would need to be walked when she got home and she also remembered to pick up a bag of potatoes from the shop on the way back. As she continued to list her activities for the rest of the day, Lola felt a small tap on her right shoulder which immediately got her attention and turned to her friend Sasha. With a big smile, Sasha greeted and quickly hugged her friend, reminding Lola that Sasha was at least 4 inches taller than herself with the top of her head only reaching the dark skinned girl's chin.
“It’s Friday lil’ Lola!” squealed the taller girl with her hands now gripping the smaller girl's shoulders Lola looked up into her friend's large round eyes, whilst taking in her striking beauty. Her white pristine teeth were pronounced as they were revealed behind her large soft lips. Her frizzy hair wafted in the summer air and she had to bounce her head to blow it from her eyes. “Are you coming?!”
Lola was initially taken back by Sasha’s excitement and was confused by her giddiness. “Coming where?” she muttered.
“Alex’s party! You were invited, you know, and you never come out!”
“I know but… Well I might…” again, she muttered back at Sasha. Indeed she had been invited by one of the more popular guys in the school, something that had never happened to her before, and she was interested considering most of her friends were going too so at least she wouldn’t be on her own…. She noticed Sasha was sucking on something. “Do you mind not chewing chewing gum in front of me? So gross…” she couldn’t help but lightly giggle.
“Huh?” Sasha hummed, with a slight tilt of her head expressing her confusion. “Oh!” giggling, she rolled her tongue in her mouth. “Sorry… Anyway, are you coming then? It’s the first big party thing since lockdown! Everyone’s coming! You would look so cute in that polka dress you got in the spring!”
Lola noticed that Sasha was still holding onto her shoulders with a firm grip, and she nudged out of her hands with a smile. “Sure, just… Don’t leave me on my own, OK?”
Sasha beamed and grinned again with a small squeal. “This is going to be so much fun! It’ll be so weird catching up with everyone again, don’t you think Alex has gotten bigger since last year? I wonder if he’s gotten bigger down there too!” She laughed but very quickly jumped and cupped her hand to her mouth for a moment before tucking her gum back into her mouth. She looked back at Lola.
Lola saw a look on Sasha she had never seen before, a curious look indeed. It was almost like it was a forbidden grin, or a smile she was trying to hide from her friend and once again her cupped hand returned to her mouth. Lola heard a small slurp and she giggled at her friend.
“Erm Sasha, are you having some trouble there?” Looking at her friend curiously, she motioned to continue walking. The schoolmates now thinned out as most of the kids had quickly scarpered from the grounds, but as she went to lift her foot to continue walking, Sasha lifted a finger from her other hand.
“One sheck…” she struggled to say. Watching on, Lola stifled a small giggle as she watched Sasha push her forefinger into her mouth, and quickly pulled it out with a pop. “OK, I’m good! So what time are you coming tonight?” But as the girls began to walk, Lola noticed something sticking out from the corner of her tall black friend.
“Probably for… I dunno, 8 maybe? Sash, you’ve got something… Sticking…” Lola pointed at her own mouth as to where the… thing… was sticking out from.#
“Fuck sake!” Sasha roughly mumbled. She grabbed Lola’s arm and pulled her round a corner of the building they had just exited. “One sec!” she said once again. But this time, she looked back at Lola with an innocent sly smirk. “OK, I’m about to show you something but you’ve gotta swear you won’t tell anyone else… That… Well you’ll see!”
Confused, Lola watched her friend tuck her thumb and forefinger into her mouth with after a couple of seconds, pulled out her gum. Though… It wasn’t gum…
“Sasha…?!” Lola strained as she saw what looked like a man being pulled from her mouth. Glistening with her friends drool, the light bounced from every bit of his tiny body as he was brought out into the light. She didn’t realise her own mouth was hanging open as she stared at the wiggling subject hanging in the giant fingers of her friend.
He was tiny, very tiny. Barely the size of Sasha’s little finger nail. And he was their age, maybe a little older by the looks of it… And naked.
Lola, with her mouth hung open still, watched as a thin string of saliva that connected the small boy's chest to Sasha's plump lower lip snapped and whipped the tiny across his face. She couldn’t help but chuckle a little, still in amazement at what she was seeing. Then her friend spoke again, more whispering directly to the subject that was gasping between her fingers
“Listen you, stop trying to climb out of my mouth!” Turning back to Lola with a smirk. “He’s been trying to do it all day, thinks he’s some kind of teeny Houdini heehee!” She giggled and turned her attention back to… “So listen Greg, last time we talk about this! I’ll let you out soon properly, I promise!” She began to bring the little panicking boy back to her yawning maw but Lola instinctually had to ask abruptly and even gripper her friend's arm.
“Who… Who is that Sash?”
“This?” Sasha paused and held the tiny boy in front of her mouth, mere inches away from his temporary prison. “This is Greg! I found him on the way to school this morning, I think he said something about being a brother to one of the girls that comes to this school but I couldn’t hear who he said his sister was. Maybe he fell out of her pocket or something, he was just lying on the footpath leading to the main drive into the school.” Lola was still watching the squirming white boy trapped between the dark fingers of her friends, hovering in front of her mouth as she spoke. There was something… Enticing… Watching him being held before a giant mouth.
“I…”
“He was a little dirty when I picked him up, but I ran him under the tap before taking register in the form room. He was squirming so much when I ran him under the hot tap, but nothing compared to what he was like when I popped him in here!” She giggled again as she once again yawned her mouth open in front of her tiny treat. Lola couldn’t see what Greg could see, but could feel a warmth emanating from within her… “I don’t know what made me do it, but when he came on my tongue for the first time… Oh my God it was so wild!” Lola turned to her friend with a slightly puzzled look. Sasha giggled at her friend for the look she was giving her. “Oh Lola, you’re so innocent. Just you wait until you get your own tiny!” Without so much as a pause, Greg disappeared between her friend’s lips as they closed behind him after having been thrown onto the large pink tongue.
Lola could swear she heard small screams before the lips had sealed shut.
Watching her friend’s cheeks bulge and suck in as she manipulated the treat in her mouth, she closed her own mouth and gulped lightly. “So… Party tonight then?”
She genuinely didn’t know what to make of the scene she had witnessed some time earlier in the day. After she and Sasha had parted ways, Lola was left attending to her thoughts as she slowly made her way back home. The summer sun wasn’t holding back anytime soon and the young girl was building up a sweat all over, she even remarked walking home naked would be better than the school clothes she was wearing. Her white polo shirt clung to her damp skin, and her skirt - though short - wasn’t short enough. Her thick white socks slumped down her round shins and her black school shoes did nothing to make her walk home comfortable.
And as she walked home, she looked around the street she was currently on and saw no one in sight, everybody had gone home already. Other than the odd pedestrian and resident of the houses that lined the street, it really was a quiet summer’s Friday afternoon. And her mind went back to her thoughts, daydreaming away her journey.
She couldn’t help think the reason why she was even walking back home later than everyone else. Sasha. And… Greg. The warmth she felt within earlier when she first saw Greg returned as she contemplated what she had witnessed.
He had looked petrified beyond all belief. Truly, Lola had never seen such an expression on someone’s face other than maybe an overbearing actor in a cheap horror film - maybe they were the better actors after all? Because, Lola thought to herself, there was no way he was faking his fear, his unfiltered terror as he could only look forward in front of himself, back at Sasha’s mouth.
“It must’ve been enormous to him…” she mumbled to herself. She couldn’t really imagine what Greg could see, but she tried to imagine herself being squashed between Sasha’s own fingertips being held in front of a giant mouth, ready to… Ready to… What exactly was Sasha doing to the poor boy?
Her mind continued to wander as she too wandered back home, walking through the front door of her house before she knew it. “I’m home Mum!” She shouted as she kicked off her shoes and immediately headed for the sofa in the living room, collapsing with a huff and a groan and closing her eyelids. It was roasting hot in her house and she felt like she needed a nap, even if she was still soaking with sweat all doused over her body.
She didn’t realise she had become wet from her thoughts about Sasha and Greg.
As time got closed to head to her local heartthrob's party, the idle thoughts Lola had about Sasha and Greg had gone and focused now on getting herself ready. Making her way down into the kitchen, noticing on the clock it was now 8:47pm, she hurried herself to the back door where the car was parked, Sasha waving back at her through the back door window.
“Wait Lola!” Her father called to her. Lola spun on her heels, she hadn’t even noticed the family standing in the kitchen looking like they had been waiting for her to show. “Just a quick word before you go!” Her father beckoned her back to the island in the kitchen, where he and Lola’s mother stood shoulder to shoulder, and Elsie round the side with her head lolling on her left shoulder looking bored and genuinely uninterested in what her parents were about to announce.
“What’s up?” Lola asked hurriedly, her eyes nervously twitching back to the clock and well aware her friend was waiting for her.
“Well since we’ve not been able to have any trips due to the lockdowns and such, your mum and I have been saving up for us to go on a trip on…!” Her father suddenly drum rolled with his slapping hands on the counter of the island. “A cruise! We’re heading to the Caribbean for a few days! After you had mentioned you had met Lisa’s Uncle and you wanting to be a marine biologist and talking about the Caribbean… Well we couldn’t take our minds off taking a trip there! What do you guys think? How does that sound?”
The girls both looked at each other with genuine smiles and nodded enthusiastically. “Sure Dad, sounds good to me! But I really need to go, can we catch up tomorrow?”
“Yes yes by all means have a good night! If you’re going to drink, try not to drink the brewery dry, OK?” Her Dad smiled back at her. “Oh and if… Something… Should happen… Just make sure you’re in good company…” Lola noticed his voice had gotten quieter and quieter the more he spoke with him looking slightly embarrassed towards the end.
“What do… You mean…?”
“Well, I just mean…”
Then Elsie piped up with a grin. “He means that if you happen to shrink and become a tiny, make sure you’re not in the presence of someone that would be happy to take advan-”
“That is enough Elsie.” Their mother spoke with a sternness the family were well familiar with. “ Have a good night Lola, please try and be sensible - it if your first party and I don’t want you ending up in A&E.” And with a beep from the car outside, making the family jump a little, Lola was gone. As Elsie had left the kitchen and began to walk upstairs, she couldn’t help hear her parents speak in excited hushed tones and paused before she made it to the landing.
“...-ember Tracy? I found her… mall!”
“...-ow small? Where is…”
Elsie frowned and slowly walked backwards down the steps and leaning her head downwards so she could hear the voices from the kitchen and could also see the top halves of her parents. She could see her Dad looking down from her mother’s face (her body was turned with her back facing Elsie) and down at her chest. It looked like her mother was holding a necklace and dangling it in front of their hushed parents faces.
Then they both lightly giggled. She watched her mother tuck the supposed necklace and her Dad looking back at her with a smile. They hugged for a few seconds and whispered back at each other, with her Dad gripping her mothers…
“Eww.” Thought Elsie.”Mum found a tiny.” And continued back up the stairs.
Meanwhile at the party, Lola looked at the living room clock. 1:22am.
The party had been fairly boring in Lola’s mind. The advent of alcohol being passed around got old quickly as her peers, who hadn’t drunk before, had drunk too much before the night could really get going and she had to admit the drink didn’t taste very nice and was quite happy to pass on her turn for the drinking games everyone took part in. That wasn’t to say she had something to drink.
She sat on a sofa in the living room holding a small glass between her hands, rolling it between her fingers and watching the vodka and coke swirl within. She had been holding onto the drink for at least a couple of hours now, not interested in taking even a small sip after drinking what seemed like more than enough for her.
Tipsy but not drunk, she was really now waiting for her lift back home which would come from her mother around 2am so there was still a little bit of time left before she could leave. Again, she was bored. Everyone else had found a person to couple with, to partner with. The playlist was now on its third playthrough. And Sasha had disappeared about half an hour ago and everyone in the room with her were people she barely remembered or recognised before lockdown had commenced. But as others began to leave, the room became more bearable to be in and she was content enough to watch the clock tick its way up to 2am.
Deciding to finally throw her drink away, she was about to lift herself from the sofa when someone plopped themselves next to her, bumping into her right arm and knocking the drink which Lola managed to stop getting on her hands somehow. She turned to see the usurper was Sasha who clearly looked like she had well enough to drink at this point.
“Heyyy Lolaaaah!” Sasha groaned merrily at her friend. Lola could wince from her friend’s breath but she held back with a grin.
“Hi Sashaaaaah! How much have you had to drink?” She questioned her.
“Oh I don’t even… Want to think about… Ssa good party isn’t it?!” Barely getting her words out and clearly struggling to string words together. “Listen, I’m hanging back here tonight but pass my thanks on… Onto your Mum for me…”
Lola giggled and smiled at her friend. “No worries, I will.” She looked back at her friend with mild amusement seeing how drunk she was. And she noticed… She was sucking on… Was it still Greg in there? She frowned slightly and Sasha was quick to notice.
“What?”
“Sash… What… Did you do with Greg after school?” Lola whispered, leaning in to her friend. She noticed no one was listening to them, but it still seemed like a conversation that needed to be whispered. Considering Sasha had pulled them into a corner and out of view of everyone else at school, the whole thing seemed taboo and she still didn’t quite know why.
“Oh…!” Sasha smirked with a twisted expression, a playful expression Lola hadn’t seen on her friend before. Something told her that kind of look was for times not shared between friends. Not as she understood it anyway… But Lola went quiet as she watched her friend lean towards her. Initially, she thought Sasha was going to head but her as she seemed to lose balance. And then she thought Sasha was about to kiss her, watching her face raise in front of her. Then… Then she was in for a surprise.
Lola’s attention immediately was grasped by the sight of what was transpiring in front of her. Once again mirroring her friend, her own mouth slowly gaped open as she watched Sasha teasingly pried her jaws open - allowing a wall of gooey drool to stretch from around her lips until it snapped away, revealing the slimy cavern within. And she could clearly see the tiny boy known as Greg laying on his front, laying on top of a tongue that revealed itself further as Sasha stuck out her tongue.
“Aaahhh…” her black friend breathed softly. Lola watched in silence as the little boy lifted his head from the sticky surface of her friends, in comparison to Greg, large tongue. Leaning in closer, she watched his tiny right arm reach out in front of him… Towards her! Closer still, she could see his eyes were bloodshot and he looked somewhat battered and bruised. He didn’t look like he was in great shape in all honesty, and there was something… Desperate… About him reaching out to her like this, he really seemed like he was looking for help.
Watching on, Sasha’s hand appeared from view and with a forefinger she prodded Greg’s back and pushed him into the surface of her hot tongue. Lola finally closed her mouth and gulped as she could see Greg disappear under Sasha’s fingertip, into the plush meat of the tongue and finally with the release of the giant finger, Greg’s tiny naked body was once again visible, with his back turned upwards he once again lifted his head and he looked like he was more desperate for aid than before Sasha had prodded his back. She couldn’t help but ask her friend…
“Sasha, how long have you… You know… How long have you had him… In there?” Lola hesitated asking the question the moment she began but her morbid curiosity got the better of her. She was sure her friend must have let him out in the time between school and the party they were currently attending, she was sure her friend wouldn’t have succumbed to this innocent little boy to this… Torture? She wasn’t sure how she could call it in all honesty. But as Sasha began to retract her tongue back into her hot mouth, Lola could swear she could panicked screams coming from the tiny boy, screams that were silenced the moment Sasha snapped her jaws closed again with a small chuckle.
Lola once again watched Sasha swish her mouth around as she positioned the boy to a place where she could talk again. “Oh he’s been in there all day, I was going to let him out when I got home but… Oh my God, he is… So tasty! I could do this forever!” Sasha continued to talk about her wondrous new treat and how lucky she was to have found him before anybody else did…
It was natural for Lola to kind of tune her friend out. Even though she was making eye contact with her friend and nodding along when she needed to, but her mind’s eye was elsewhere. Elsewhere with Greg. She was imagining once again what he must be going through… What he had been going through all day, from this morning when Sasha found him to right now, surely being tossed and turned in Sasha’s mouth as she spoke drunkenly at her. And that scream… That pleading for help… His eyes… How is he even still alive… And most of all, it was her friend that was doing this to the boy! Her friend she had known since early years of childhood and this seemed to be the first mature experience she had shared with Sasha, if you could even call it that. And she supposed she could call it that, after Sasha’s next comment to her which brought her back to reality.
More so, it was the fact that Sasha leaned in further towards her and beckoned Lola to lend her ear and so Lola did that, turning her head and having her right ear lean in front of Sasha’s mouth. Not seeing what Sasha was doing, Lola looked back up at the clock 1:53am. Nearly home time. But then she heard Greg again. “What-” Lola began before she felt Sasha’s firm but not painful grip her jaw and hold her head still.
“P-p…please… Get me out… Of here… I can’t bear this… Anymore… Please…” It was so quiet, so faint and yet she heard him amongst the droll of the few party-goers still lingering in the room. “Tell… Please tell my sister that… No wait, stop!!” And then a small scream, and then nothing again. A small moan from Sasha. And then…
“If I ever find you shrunk like him, I promise you - I’d have you share rooms with him all day long…” She then felt a small tickle run up her ear lobe, which made her back and legs and toes tingle and she jolted away from her friend with genuine shock and surprise and leaned back as her friend stood up, finding her balance eventually. “And now, I’m going to find somewhere to sleep. I’ll try not… Not to *hic* swallow him!” She giggled as she winked at her friend and turned away with a drunken spring in her step, almost falling onto a couple who had fallen asleep in each other’s arms on a chair in the corner of the room.
Having brushed her teeth and thanked her father for the lift back home, she hurried herself to bed and turned the light off. She could feel a slight headache coming on and with a warm wet towel she prepared in the bathroom wrapped on her forehead, she closed her eyes.
“Tell my sister… Bear this any longer… Stop!”
“... Shrunk like him… Share… All day long…” Sasha’s words repeated themselves in her head over and over again, along with Greg’s desperate pleas. Her imagination ran wild as she remembered the tired, pained look on the shrunken boy’s face. The bloodshot eyes no doubt welled with tears and saliva, with his entire body doused in the thick spit that coated her friend's mouth. She couldn’t help repeat the sight of him sliding back into the darkness of her friend’s mouth, knowing (or perhaps unknowingly) what was going to happen to him while he was hidden from the world.
The way he had been shouting for Lola to pass a message to his sister, whoever that was. Maybe his sister, his entire family had no idea of his whereabouts. Sasha even said that Greg mentioned he had been with his sister, perhaps it was likely his sister had dropped him, or he fell out of a pocket or something that contained him, without her realising it. His family would have no idea that he was currently being trapped within a drunkenly playful teenage girl’s mouth with no apparent way out. Trapped in a dark hot wet mouth with a fat wet tongue bullying him around relentlessly.
Lola turned on her side and threw the damp towel onto her bedside table and sighed, resting her head on her soft pillow. She swore she could hear her parents in the room down the hallway, they were being unusually loud at this time at night. And she thought she heard the name Tracy being said which she thought was strange, who was Tracy to them?
Some weeks passed without any real events happening within Lola’s sphere. She continued school and very much looked forward to going on holiday with her family, on a cruise to the Caribbean no less! Something she was happy to rub in her circle of friend’s faces wherever she had the chance.
“... So jealous!”
“... We know Lola…”
“... You won’t want to come back!”
And Lola always smiled at the responses she got back. It had been a long while since the family had a break and it wasn’t usual for a big-event holiday like this to happen for them so she couldn’t help contain her anticipation for the trip.
It was also something she would have wanted to share with Sasha more, being her best friend, but since the night of the party and the day Lola had met Greg - Sasha seemed to become more and more withdrawn. When school finished, she and a few others were the last pupils to turn up in the morning and the first leaving the school at the end of the day. Lola remembered the days when she and Sasha would sit near the front of the class and while Lola still sat there, Sasha seemed to find new accommodation towards the back. Whenever Lola would turn to look at her friend, Sasha seemed to have her head hung down, gripping the sides of the desk or holding open her breast pocket. There was a time when she was apparently occupied with something in her sock. It didn’t take long for Lola to work out what was happening and wherever Lola brought up the subject with Sasha, Sasha would make excuses to leave the immediate vicinity and disappear.
She never mentioned this to her parents or her sister Elsie. Lola kept her feelings of abandonment from her friend gradually withdrawing from her as time went on and instead focused on the holiday of a lifetime. So much so that the trip to the cruise itself was a rush and went by in a blur, even by the beginning of the second day of being on the cruise, she could barely remember what she even did. The excitement of being on a ship so freaking big, with so many different people from all parts of the world all in one place was simply too much for her to retain it all.
The family had unpacked and dressed in their bathing suits and decided to join everyone else in the hot Caribbean sun on the top decks where the large pool area and jacuzzis were, along with some bars and other amusements to keep the patrons happy. The parents immediately grabbed cocktails, Elsie a vodka and coke and Lola was happy with her fruity soft drink mix and had pretty much spent the day either in the pool area or wandering the top levels of the ship, happily finding shops (Pandora, Flannel, Tiny Treats, Shake-It-Up Milk Bar to name a few) that she recognised and some she didn’t. There were numerous different restaurants and bars, arcades and entertainment centres and a cinema… This ship had everything! In the evening, the family settled down for a meal that they happily paid a fortune for and made a happy memory of the night.
On the second day, Lola found herself walking into a lift before she felt a zap on her fingertips as entered the sizeable square box. She was on the bottom floor of the boat, at least where residents could be accommodated. It was the morning and Lola was already in her bathing suit wanting to spend the first couple of hours in the pool and maybe some time in a jacuzzi too. Maybe if Mum isn’t too hung over, they could look into the spas too. She had pressed the button on the lift and the doors immediately opened before her. She walked in with a hop but then a winch of pain as she looked at her hand thinking she had cut it somehow, but there wasn’t anything to see. She put it down to a static shock and as she turned to face the doors, someone’s hand was pushing the doors open again.
Lola smiled lightly and stepped back as the person who halted the lift stepped in with her and she could instantly tell what perfume she was wearing as it quickly become the room’s scent.
“Thanks honey!” The American woman said cheerfully at her. Lola looked at the woman who was now in the lift with her and was slightly stunned by her beauty. Standing at a confident 6’2” (and that’s before the red heels she’s currently wearing), with long flowing blonde hair that hung down her tanned skin and wearing a white bikini with small red polka dots on the fabric which barely contained anything within her curvy and somewhat thick body. Her blue eyes drilled into Lola’s own eyes like diamond on glass and long eyelashes batted the air around her, she was sure of it. She guessed the woman had to be in her early to mid forties.
“Oh, no problem.” Lola muttered quietly, but not quietly enough that the American woman couldn’t hear her. She wasn’t sure what it was the woman was thanking her for in the first place.
“Ooh you’re a Brit! I love the Brits! How’re you finding your trip honey?” The enthusiasm that the woman showed Lola was certainly entertaining if not contagious and was happy to converse with this imposing beauty. Lola loved her accent and smiled.
“I’ve never met an American before, but yeah I love it so far. I’m really not looking forward to going back home any time soon!” Lola continued to smile back at the woman who was beaming at her, and finally pressed a button on the lift. Looked like she was going on to the floor below Lola and continued to smile as she quickly gave the woman another glance over.
Though the woman’s head was turned to the floor panel, she was giving Lola a view of her front in close enough proximity that made her somewhat uncomfortable but she knew the woman couldn’t help it given the lift space they were using. She took in the woman’s thick calves and thighs, tucking in a camel toe that was now pretty obvious to her but quickly continued looking upwards.
The woman had a round but toned belly with a small silver piercing hanging from the button, and further up where Lola’s head was level were her voluptuous breasts where the bra could barely contain the set hanging within. She could tell the woman had both of her nipples pierced too. And as the woman turned back to face Lola, the smaller girl spoke again.
“I’m only here for another 2 days, h-how about yourself?” The blonde amazon, still smiling, quickly gave Lola a glance over before she spoke but not before a corner of her mouth curled into her cheek.
“I’m here for another 3 weeks, I came aboard like… I dunno 2 days ago? Earned an inheritance from my Pop so… Here I am!” With a giggle. “Shame you have to go so soon sweetie, I would have loved to have gotten to know you summore!” Lola quickly noticed the gap between the women was closing up as this unknown person took a step closer to her. “You look old enough for me to have some fun with, how old are you cutie?”
It occurred to Lola that this woman may have had an infinite amount of pet names to call her as they seemed to roll off her tongue so casually. And she knew what fun she meant, she was old enough to understand that at least.
“I’m 13… Er…” She struggled to find a name for the woman herself, but the woman giggled and took another step closer to her. Lola had to crane her head upwards to look into the sharp blue eyes of this blonde who was close enough that she could lean down and kiss her squarely on the lips. It was now that Lola began to feel intimidated.
“Daisy, so only 13? That’s a shame, maybe if we bump into each other in the future huh sweetie? I suppose you have a name too?” The woman’s perfume was so strong now and it somehow felt hotter in the room.
Finding her words, she gave a small cough to clear her throat. “I-It’s Lola…” she muttered quietly, losing confidence in her ability to say her name to the woman but still holding her smile.
“Well Lola, it was a pleasure to meet you. I hope you have fun for the rest of your holiday, stay away from those boys OK honey?”
*DING*
As the lift doors opened behind the woman, the woman stepped backwards away from Lola and Lola realised that she had been frozen stiff in fear and didn’t even know that Daisy had been pressing her breasts softly on top of Lola’s. As they slid off her chest, she felt a weight lift off her chest which nearly knocked off the top part of her bikini and had to fidget her shoulder to stop it slipping off and the warmth she didn’t feel vanished and she could feel the natural temperature of the ship waft on her skin.
She watched the woman turn on her heels but still keeping her eyes trained on Lola’s as she clapped her round right arse cheek with a laugh and turned to walk down the corridor with her long blonde hair wafting behind her. The lift doors shut behind her and Lola breathed in. She could smell the perfume that Daisy had rubbed on her with her generous breasts and she almost choked on it, the air was so thick with it. Rubbing at her chest, she could feel the under-boob sweat of the woman had left a thin layer on top of her own chest.
What had happened? What was that about? Maybe she was just overly friendly… It was something she wouldn’t bring up with her parents any time soon, and decided to continue with her holiday, walking onto the top deck where all the families with the adults and kids mixed running around, splashing in the water and retrieving the balls that were bounced from the pools, none the wiser that the shrinking virus had taken hold and had begun the process of bringing it’s victim to ground level, literally.
It was that very night when Lola felt a squeeze in her stomach.
Sitting for the evening meal at the end of the hot day the family sat around still in their bathing gear they had worn for the day though putting on summer shirts for the dinner, she winced and the sharp pain in her gut and quickly stood up.
“Are you OK Lola?” Her mother asked, halfway putting the forkful of food into her mouth and paused in small shock at her daughter’s sudden movement. Lola patted her stomach lightly and smiled.
“Sure Mum, I think it’s just… I probably ate something funny, I’ll be right back OK?” She threw off her shirt and shuffled around the table that was locked into place and as they were seated against the corner wall.
“Ask the waiter to bring back some more dip on your way there please!” Elsie jeered as Lola moved away from the table but Lola didn’t hear her, how could she? The family friendly restaurant was very busy with plenty of people moving around, waiters and managers along with all the customers, it was chaos. But that wasn’t the issue, the issue was the ringing noise in Lola’s ears that came out of nowhere and she hurried herself faster to the toilets. She bumped into a boy that ran out of the toilets who was maybe younger than herself but she couldn’t tell, she didn’t really pay any attention to him but she did catch him saying “Sorry girl, hey are you-” But Lola had already walked into the girls room with the door flapping closed behind her.
She washed her face and everything seemed to become a bit of a blur as she looked around for the hand soap, the room becoming blurry as the seconds ticked by. She didn’t know what happened next other than she could feel herself walking and all of a sudden, sharp stinging burning pains tingled all over the tips of her finger and toes in a sudden wave of agonising pain.
“Ow OW! HEY WHAT THE HELL-”
*CRACK*
And then darkness.
It was like pins and needles, the endless tingling from her crown to tips of her fingers and her toes, and it felt like it was on fire.
Purely by instinct, Lola awoke yelping and patting at her arms and legs as if they were on fire and rolling over onto her back as she imagined scorching red hot flames dousing her all over. But in a matter of a few seconds from coming back to consciousness, she realised matter of factly that she wasn’t on fire at all and that the crazy sensation was happening from under her skin - the golden tanned skin that was pimpled all over and her hairs sticking on end as if she had some kind of static shock.
The other thing she realised was, she wasn’t wearing any clothes.
“M-my bikini…?! What the…” Lola mumbled as she wrapped an arm around herself as she sat up straight, angling herself on her behind. This she regretted as her head began to swim around in circles and feeling the tingling sensation prickle at her forehead. She winced and patted her palm again against her head, feeling the damp cold sweat from both her head and hand.
She didn’t realise she had a ringing in her ears until it started to subside, noticing right away the familiar rumbling of the ships engines. “The… Ship…” Lola again mumbling and straining to speak. Her throat was dry and she had to cough to be able to speak.
Faded memories began to become clearer to her by the second. She was on holiday. She was a cruise liner with her family, that being her mother and father, and older sister by a few years. This was their second to last night on their holiday… That’s right… They had all gone for the last meal in the family friendly restaurant on one of the middle decks…She had gone to the toilet… Washed her hands… And blacked out.
“Don’t tell me… I’ve got food poisoning…” she barely held in a small laugh. Wouldn’t that be a hoot, getting seriously ill just before departing what was a nice 5 night trip, with the day after tomorrow the family setting off back home after having spent an extravagant amount of money - something they wouldn’t be able to do again for quite some time.
She rubbed her eyes and brushed her hair from her face and groaned as she stood up and opened her eyes.
In an instant, she wished that she hadn’t. She wished that she could close them again, forget what she is seeing right now and return to a time before she blacked out.
But she couldn’t.
If Lola could have found her voice, she was sure she could have screamed loud enough for the astronauts on the International Space Station to hear her. Instead, her voice seemed to squash itself in her throat, her tongue swelled up and tears began to swell and slowly slide down her cheeks. If anyone were to look back into her deep green eyes, they would see themselves with pure clarity.
Her head slowly tilted upwards as she tried to take in her surroundings which seemed more and more impossible to do the more she observed what seemed to be her new reality.
“It can’t… This isn’t…” Lola panicked. She was sure she was safe, safe as anyone else who hadn’t caught… “But I’ve had the… All 3 of t-them… The vaccines…!” She rubbed her left arm, feeling a small bump where she had her shots pricked into her and left a scar half the size of an M&M. She was guaranteed to be safe!
But now here she was.
A Tiny.
Giantess World
