Tiny Trafficking

No Minors are depicted in this story.

Chapter 1 A Man on the Inside

Blake Williamson slumbered away in his soft bed, with thick comforter, and silky sheets. It was late morning, but he was able to sleep in for once…plus, he had just the slightest hangover still. He lived in the Lili part of a multi-size town. His house was quite opulent, as property and construction was pretty cheap there. He had a mostly quiet life: he was a professor at a local prep school for women to get them ready for college. The particular school was mixed size, in other words, though he was a Lili, he taught Gulli young women, 18 and up. English, to be precise. To be more precise: Lit, Grammar, and Writing. Living in a mixed-size city was never boring. There was always something going on. And on this particular morning, something was going on right outside his window. 

Two Gullis loomed over his house, about twice the size of the three story affair. Blake was about action figure size to them. One of the smaller ones. 

Agent Nancy Archer looked like a cop. For, she sort of was. She was an agent in the Tiny Protection Task Force. She dressed in the quintessential short skirt and long jacket. All in charcoal grey, with tan stockings, and black pumps. Her red hair blew slowly in the tiny breeze. Her pale skin was already feeling the sun. Her heels made it a bit tricky to walk in Blake’s soft yard. She felt kind of guilty for leaving huge foot prints in the grass he would have to replace.She popped her foot out of her heel with a thwap suction noise, then her other foot. It felt like heaven! She had only been wearing the heels a few hours, but her feet were already hot and a bit sore. Her bare feet still left quite the impression on Blake’s lawn, but not a hole as deep as the heel. She bent down to pick up those heels.  

Agent Amanda Zonn struck quite a different note, as she was meant to be able to go under cover at a moment’s notice. And she hated wearing conservative clothes. She had a short leather jacket with spikes, a midriff-baring shirt that showed off a sparkly, pierced belly button in an incredibly toned, flat tummy as well as her large, firm breasts, each stood out from her chest higher than a Lilli was tall. Her shirt also had silver spikes, but these were much smaller than her jacket. She had a plaid, super short skirt (especially to be walking around the tiny part of town, towering over everyone), with silver chains as a belt that fell loosely over her skirt. And she wore stockings with thick black and white stripes that went into her patent leather boots that went up to her calf. Her blonde hair and flawless make up made her look hot but evil, or at least very above everything…pun sort of intended, but most of all, she looked bored. But you have to hand it to evil: it really knows how to do a smoky eye, glossy lips, and winged lashes. Her long, blonde hair fell down over her eyebrows in laser straight bangs. Amanda, however, did not care in the slightest that her boots were royally messing up Blake’s yard. 

The two Gullis had been to this tiny man’s house several times. Usually on noise complaints, or having an unauthorized block party. At first they were annoyed, but eventually saw it as ok…then started showing up at the block parties and even inviting their Guli girlfriends to party. Nevertheless, their relationship with Blake, though cordial, was always a bit contentious. Certainly not adversarial, but more on the “frenemies” side of things pretty often. Blake wasn’t a bad guy, but he didn’t follow rules unless they morally aligned with what he wanted to do anyway. But the giant agents weren’t going to arrest a simple scoff law with an aversion to authority. 

In one vulnerable moment, Nancy asked him about were they friends, were they just acquaintances?  She was also drunk, and kind of in the “I love you man” mode. Her giant eyes loomed close to his. Here green eyes were luminous and glassy both with booze and being on the verge of tears. 

“Why don’t you like us very much? Is it because we’re big?”
Blake looked at her and quoted a tiny poet named Bukowski: “I don’t hate cops. I just feel better when they’re not around.” 

She looked really sad, and Blake realized that maybe she didn’t know that was a quote. Not everyone took his English Lit class. He walked to the edge of his balcony and reached out his hand to her cheek. She opened her eyes wider. A tear drop fell, and Blake took his little hand and wiped it away even though it encompassed his whole hand. He noted that this was kind of a reverse Romeo and Juliet balcony scene, but…thought better of bringing up another literary reference. Especially one in which they were both teenagers who only knew each other a week and died in the end.

“Nancy. I don’t dislike you. Not even a little. We’re both just really different people, and that’s ok. Different people can be friends.” He leaned in closer to her. He could barely see her eyes, and could feel her breath from her nose and mouth…spicy cinnamon, like her hair. “Different people can be…more than friends.” Blake was a little drunk too, and though he was tiny, his libido was not.
Nancy took this cue to move her face even more over his deck. Her chin almost hit the wood of the planking that made up the floor of the deck,  as the railing came up behind her chin. Her lips gently moved into Blake’s tiny body and they kissed, or what could pass for kissing in this world. To them it was both better than a same size kiss, and Nancy knew she never wanted it to end.
“Come on Drunky McDrunkerson! We gotta go.” Amanda pulled Nancy up. Blake stuck to her lips and was raised in the air for a disorienting few seconds. He fell to the deck, breathless and with a large red lipstick stain on his clothes. Blake waved. 

Nancy looked back at Blake and waved a weak little wave, as Amanda pulled her out of the Lili part of town. They were as careful as two giant drunk girls could be, and fortunately no damage to life or property occurred. 

That was some time ago, many parties on Blake’s block, some the two giant women attended some not. No more near kisses happened between Blake and Nancy. 

And that leaves us to now: Two giant women standing outside Blake’s house. 

“Do we just knock on the roof?” Nancy whispered.

“I think that might draw a little much attention,” Amanda replied. “Let’s just look and see if he’s in there. I think his bedroom is…” Her finger traced the windows of his house till she landed on two wall-to-ceiling windows on the second story. They were both relieved they didn’t have to crouch to the ground floor. “...there!”

The two bent at the waist, looking around, trying to be as stealthy as approximately 100 foot tall women could be. They crouched behind the house, but their asses both stuck up in the air, and were visible on the street from the other side of the roof. With their faces pressed together, they both could look into the big (by Lili standards) Windows. 

They saw Blake in bed, his comforter down on his stomach, exposing a good part of his bare upper body. 

“Ugh. He has his shirt off…again,” Amanda groaned. 

“Yeah. He’s sleeping. Do you sleep with a shirt on?”

“Yeah, or at least a sports bra. Or my tits would flop all over the place.”

“I like when mine flop…Ok, not the point.” 

“Alright, floppy, what next?”

At that moment Blake turned toward the giantesses, and let out a cute, little coo as he snuggled in the covers. Amanda shot up immediately as Nancy stayed down looking in the window with an “awwwww” look on her face.

“Dude! Get up here before he sees us looking in,” Amanda said with a whisper that could be heard a few blocks away. 

“No. I think he’s still asleep. It is pretty early for him on the weekend.”

Amanda lowered back down to look in the window, as she smushed her face against Nancy’s. “How do you know that, and how do you know THAT?” This isn’t the first time you spied on him, is it? You know, just because you’re hot doesn’t mean that isn’t creepy.”

“AHEM!”

The duo heard an exaggerated throat clear from the other side of the house, out in the tiny street. They shot up to stand straight. Nancy looked guilty. Amanda looked kind of bored, as is her vibe usually. A young woman stood in the street, eyeing them with a raised eyebrow. She wore stylish but very well worn, thin leather sandals, dark grey yoga workout shorts, and a black sports bra or maybe it was a short tank top. Hard to tell these days. She also carried a purse, for it looked like she had zero pockets. 

“What are you two doing? I mean, to my untrained eye, it looks like you’re peeping toms invading a tiny person’s privacy. Looking in his windows.” 

Nancy: “NO!” Amanda: “Yes”. At the same time. Then Nancy admitted: “Yes.”

“Why? Is he hot?” she asked excitedly. 

Nancy: “Yes” Amanda: “No” at the same time. Then Amanda sheepishly relented, “Yes.”

The new Gulli girl said, “Oooo! Let me get in on that action.” She started walking around the house, to the back yard from the street. 

Nancy looked off to the side and murmured as she shook her head. “No. Don’t…Ok, you’re doing it.”

In the distracting commotion,  Blake walked on the back balcony that his bedroom was connected to, unbeknownst to the giant women, who looked everywhere but down. He stood there in loose-fitting boxers that hid his modesty, but made it easy to imagine what he was working with.

Bleary eyed, Blake looked way up at the towering women. “Ladies. What…may I ask…the hell?”

The two agents were about to speak, while the newly arrived girl sort of looked guilty and swayed back and forth. She averted her gaze and looked up in the sky.  

Blake looked up at all the towering women…a sight he was well accustomed to. He could see a little up Nancy’s skirt, and definitely could see up Amanda’s as she stared down at him with an indifferent look. The third woman, a good several feet taller (On Blake’s scale) than the other two wore such tight fitting clothes, that his imagination didn’t need to work hard. 

Blake raised a finger to cut them off. And it worked. A lot of gravitas for a tiny guy to cut two giantesses off. “No. Save it. Whatever it is, it’s too early for this. Now, you two,” pointing to the agents, “I expect shenanigans from you two, and by the way, you hid from me by standing up? I could still see your legs through the window, you Gulli goofballs. If you don’t respect my privacy, respect my hangover. And that brings us to you…who the hell even are you?”

It was then that the new towering girl actually looked down at Blake. Her eyes squinted as she scrutinized the tiny man. She bent at the waist and bent her knees to get closer to his level. Her long legs had to work hard to lower herself that much. She had to be 6’1” On her scale. She brushed her brunette hair out of her eyes, and tried to get lower still, eventually landing on one knee that pounded in Blake’s yard. A soft trembling thud shook his house, yet again, and when he looked back up at the girl, her breasts were almost touching his balcony. She looked confused. And then her eyes lit up. “Professor Williamson?” She bent down closer like a towering mountain avalanching on him. It was almost like she was doing a yoga pose while at the same time, her face now filled Blake’s view.

It scared him. He involuntarily backed up. He squished his eyes closed instinctively. 

“Uh…” The usually acerbic Blake manages to squeak out. 

“It really is you! Do you remember me…? She asked expectantly.

Blake opened his eyes. Then it hit him. “Maddie? Maddie from Survey of English Lit II?”

“Ding, ding, ding! Give the man a prize. So…what weird shit is going on here?”

“First can I ask, ‘were you peeping in my window too?’”

“No,” she said defensively. “But I was gonna.” She went on, “I didn’t know it was you. I just saw these two doing it, and I thought…oh, there’s no way to paint this so I look good.” She laughed. And then she looked down at the scantily clad action figure of a man and decided to shoot her shot. “Hey, I was just about to get some coffee. You want to come with?”

“I could go for some coffee. You did graduate, and you are over 18, right?”

She nodded and placed her hand on the deck for him to climb on. He scampered on her perfectly manicured hand, with gleaming white nails. Her fingers were smooth and warm. He crawled the rest of the way in the center of her palm and sat down. He gave her the thumbs up. She lifted him about belly button height. She turned around and started walking toward a cafe down the street. 

“Wait. We need you!” Nancy spoke at her normal volume now. 

“Wait! You need to put on clothes before you go get coffee. They’re all No shirt, no shoes, no service.” Amanda also said, half jokingly.

Maddie now had Blake in her palm. She looked down at him as if to ask what he wanted to do.

“Spin around. Let’s hear what they want.”

Maddie sighed and did as Blake asked. 

“Make it quick, you two.” Blake crossed his arms across his chest. 

Amanda glared at Maddie.”First of all, can we trust her?”

Without hesitation, Blake said, “Yeah. I had her as a student. Always a good kid. Never got in trouble, good grades, was able to recite the first 16 lines of the Canterbury Tales in Middle English–”

“Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote,

The droghte of March hath perced to the roote–” Maddie beamed. 

“Good girl, Not now though.” Blake said while patting her toned stomach. 

Maddie shimmied and cooed in mock arousal…with a hint of the real stuff.

“Ok. Fine; we don’t have a lot of time.” Amanda facepalmed. 

Nancy was a bit more calm. Though she levelled a wary gaze that could contain a hint of jealousy at Maddie. She shook her head to get it back in the game. “Ok. Blake. We have gotten reliable intel that there is a black market tiny abduction and selling ring–tiny trafficking. And we need your help to stop it.”

From above Maddie sadly said, “Oh NO! Those poor tinies. Who would do that?”

Amanda chimed in. “That’s what we would like to know. We need Blake to be our inside man.”

Maddie chuckled at the innuendo, jiggling her hand and Blake.

Nancy continued, “You see, Blake, we want to put a tracker on you, and let you get kidnapped by the smugglers.”

“What!” Blake and Maddie both said at the same time. Maddie instinctually held Blake closer to her belly, cupping him right against her belly button.

Blake looked around dazedly, wondering how the morning took such a turn. “I have so many follow up questions…a little tight there, Maddie. Thanks. As I was saying, so many follow up questions.”

“Such as…?” Amanda drew out. 

“Why me? I pride myself in not being a rat.”

“Even with tiny kidnappers? Blake, they crush them, eat them, do crazy things. And that’s just the ones who end up with the Gullis. If you are in the possession of a Brobi…I shudder to think.” Nancy shuddered for effect.

“Ok, but…why me?…the original question still stands.”

“You fit the profile,” Amanda said.

“The Profile?”

“You are young-ish, reasonably fit, and…” Amanda was searching for the words. 

“You’re a smoke show, little guy,” Maddie helped. 

Amanda sighed and nodded reluctantly. “I wouldn’t put it that way,  but you…”

“Fit the profile. Gotcha,” Blake said. 

Nancy pulled out her phone and brought it closer to Blake and subsequently to Maddie’s taught belly. “Ok, on this map, we have identified hotspots where these tiny-nappings have happened. We have picked this one for you. We need you to go in loud, pretend to be drunk, and make a scene. You leave the bar, try to stumble home through a dark alley, and Bob’s your uncle.”

“Fuck me. It must be my bad ear, but did I hear you just, did…you…just ‘Bob’s your uncle’ the part where I get tiny-napped?” Blake asked in surprise. “What happens after that?” Blake asked. 

“We’re still working on that part.” Nancy admitted.

Blake and Maddie both exclaimed in disbelief.  

Amanda now lowered to Blake’s level. To the casual observer, it may look like the two women were talking to Maddie’s belly as if she were expecting.

“Look, man.” Amanda was clearly frustrated. “We know we have to move quick on this one. You’re the tiny man we happen to know the best, and yes you are…reasonably, like medium hot, so we need you to do this. You’ll save a lot of tiny lives.” Amanda looked with more emotion than she ever displayed on her face–which still wasn’t a lot. 

Blake sat down, more like collapsed on his butt in Madddie’s hand. “Ok. Fuck it. I’m in. Let’s save some tiny asses. Can I get some coffee with Maddie first though? I got a head like a bastard tomcat.”

Nancy said, “Yes. Make it quick! Oh…I deputize you into the Tiny Protection Task Force.”

Amanda, with exasperation said, “Seriously dude, go put some clothes on.”

***

The night before at Blake’s house. 

“So, you gonna put some clothes on?” A giant woman (relatively speaking) leaned against Blake’s house right by the balcony he stood on. Even sitting down in Blake’s yard, her head was slightly higher than his roof. Her blonde, honey colored hair draped on his roof, in fact. Her bright, blue eyes were a little bleary from drinking a few, but that didn’t stop her from looking up at the stars. She wore a light-weight, V-neck top, with black and white horizontal stripes; very short jean shorts–that were currently getting a little grass-stained from sitting in Blake’s yard, and she WAS wearing flip flops, but those were currently leaned against the side of Blake’s house.

“I’m not dry yet.” He shook his head like a dog, making errant drops of water fly. Many landed on his giant companion, but she didn’t notice.

She groaned. “Ugh, this isn’t fair. I wanted to go in your pool. It’s so hot out!”

“You did dip your toes in. Scared the hell out of some of the Lillis in it at the time.”

“I didn’t mean to.” She giggled.

“I think maybe you did a little bit.”

She held up her fingers to indicate “a little” and smiled. 

The party was over. All the Lilli and Gulli guests had staggered home as the little man and giantess did what they did so many times: relax outside of Blake’s house and talk. 

“You’re out of booze, aren’t you?” She looked at him with a mock pout to her lip.

“Nope. I got you covered. If you can, reach around in the back yard, under the tarp.”

“Heh. Reach around.” 

“You’re so puerile, Abby,” Blake teased.

The giantess strained as she stretched to see what was behind Blake’s house. “Puerile? I’m a year older than you, and way bigger.” Her long, perfectly manicured fingers fumbled with the tarp after she found it. She plucked it off, and brought the mystery object up to her face. With excitement she said, “Hey! It’s a little airline bottle of booze.”

“Little?” Blake exclaimed. “That thing is huge! And I saved it just for you, my huge friend.”

She started unscrewing the cap to the little bottle. “That’s not a cool thing to say to a lady, smooth-talker.” She laughed, and took a sip from the bottle.

Blake held up his glass to her. She bent over and concentrated as hard as she could and lowered the bottle toward his beyond-tiny glass. The goal: to try to fill it with just a little drop.

“I thought you liked lording your power over us wee, tiny folk.” Blake tried to help the giantess out by moving his glass to try to line it up with the bottle’s opening as it swerved.

She squinted and stuck her tongue out in determination as she got very close to making contact with his glass. “It can be fun sometimes.” She wiggled her eyebrows. 

“Ooooh…” Blake exclaimed flirtatiously. 

“Oh, fuck. Sorry.” The giantess winced as whiskey spilled all over Blake.

Blake wiped himself off as best he could and held his full-to-the-brim glass up. “Hey, full glass. That’s all that counts.” He took a big swig. 

The giantess snorted and laughed. “Where did you get a giant, little airline bottle of whiskey?”

“A stewardess.”

The giantess nodded. “A stewardess. I take it she wasn’t a li’l Lilli?”

“Nor a big Brobi. She was your size, madam.” He pointed to her with his glass. “Maybe a little shorter. Hard to tell down here. And…down there.” Blake pointed “down there,” and wiggled his eyebrows, as if it weren't abundantly clear that he was talking about the tiny version of going down (or up?) on a giant woman.

She laughed again. “You’re such a slut!” She shook her head in mock disbelief and let out another snort and chuckle.

“I prefer the term,” he looked off in the distance, theatrically, “Byronic Hero.”

“Most sluts do.”

“Hey!” Blake pretended to be offended.

The giantess lowered down so her face was closer to level with his. “I also think you’re a…himbo.”

“A himbo?” Blake clutched imaginary pearls that were not on his chest in actuality. 

The giantess nodded and smiled, leaning in closer. Her sparkly blue eyes reflected the strands of lights on the balcony. “And, uh, a zaddy.”

“A zaddy? Zounds! Are you teaching your students the queen’s English, or are they teaching you their youthful slang?”

“It can be a two way street.”

“Well, you’ve told me what you think I am. May I tell you what I think you are?”

She shrugged the one shoulder that wasn’t leaning against Blake’s house. “Sure.”

“Amazing,” he said, smiling softly up at her. “Thanks for sticking around after the party, Abbs.”

She sighed. “Don’t read too much into it, shawty. I’m just too lazy and tipsy to get up yet.”

“Heard that. But, having a Gulli friend to help me clean up, post-party wouldn’t be too shabby.”

The giantess sarcastically said, “I don’t think I love you thaaaat much.”

“Well of course not. Love is a fantasy. It only exists in those books we teach the small fry.” Blake was clearly in his cups at this point.

The giantess said, “You don’t believe that.”

“I do.” Blake insisted. “Love doesn’t exist.”

She leaned in and wagged her finger right by the railing of the balcony. “That’s where you’re wrong, baby girl.” 

“Nah. Passion, loyalty, lust. These are all real, and when they hit at the same time, it can kind of seem like love, but love is a bill of goods someone trying to sell. I suspect it’s ‘Big Greeting Card.’ They’re up to something.”

“Well, you’re drunk enough to be the philosopher king, I see.” 

“But high functioning. Hey.”

She booped Blake on the head with her finger tip. “I’m team love. All the way. It exists. We all deserve it, and it can be rough and lonely and ugly, but it’s beautiful.”

“Everyone deserves it?”

“Every damn one.”

Blake abandoned the playful tone, and got a little introspective. “I don’t know if I do.”

She poked him gently in his bare chest with her big, red fingernail. “Especially you do.”

Blake tried to brush her finger tip away, but wasn’t strong enough. She removed it anyway. “No. Hear me out: I think I’m fundamentally incapable of being loved. I’m not lovable. I’m lustable. Highly lustable, but not loveable. At this point, I’m a glorified sex toy for Gullis that cracks one-liners and drinks too much.”

“You vibrate?” She raised her eyebrows cheekily. 

Blake shrugged his shoulders. “I wiggle.”

The giantess rolled her luminous eyes that seemed to glow in the dark of the night. “After your bleak-ass take on love, I think I need more. Got another one of these back there?” She grimaced a little as she killed the little bottle. 

“You know I do.”

She reached a little farther back, stretching her arm and leaning over. “Jeez. How many stewardesses did you have over?”

“Enough.”