Anna laid Ashley’s quivering body on the table, whereupon her mother instantly ran to her and starting sobbing over her, smoothing her hair and trying to get her to hold still.  Ashley herself was crying softly, but still far too shocked to react much further. 

Alison’s jaw dropped, but she didn’t say anything, continuing to hold Tony against her shirt and stroke his hair gently, waiting for some sort of instruction from her mother. 

Anna, then, crouched by the table, resting her chin right on the edge and staring down Kevin, who took a few steps forward, unblinking, his face red.  Then, stopping right in front of the massive face of his sister-in-law, his hands shaking as he ran his fingers through his hair, he bit his lip and whispered in the calmest voice anyone had yet heard from him: “Take me upstairs.  We’ll get it.”

                “All of it?” smiled Anna.

                “All of it,” he answered with an equally calm, grave tone.  “Now.”

                Anna nodded slowly, standing back up.  She could hear it in his voice: he meant it.  Reaching her hand out, Anna grabbed Kevin up into her fist with a little more gentleness, actually keeping him upright, his arms pinned to his sides, as she lifted him up in the air.  She took him to eye level, studying his expression just to ensure it.  She nodded again silently, and reached back toward the table, plucking up Helen and balling her into a confining palm, closing her soft fingers around her body to keep her in place.

                “NO!  Anna… p-please…” sobbed Helen, barely able to speak.  “Let me s-stay with her… she n-needs me…”

                Anna shook her head as she took Helen to eye level again as well.  “Sorry, sis.  But I need you to keep your husband honest.  Don’t worry.  If Kev here actually sticks to his word, we’ll be out of your hair sooner than you think, and then you can go buy a toy wheelchair for your daughter,” she giggled, turning and heading for the bedroom.  “Alison, honey?” she asked, turning around and getting her daughter’s attention.  “Just sit tight for a few minutes.”

                “Sure, mom,” nodded Alison, still reeling slightly from the spectacle she had just seen; nevertheless, though, she still trusted her mother, and didn’t allow a single reservation to rise up.  As Anna ascended to the top floor, fully intending to not return again until everything was set right, Alison looked down at Tony, pressed against her stomach, and slid her finger gently down his back, rubbing intrusively against his butt through his jeans.  It occurred to her at this moment that, very soon, the money would be returned to her mother’s account, giving them no further reason to associate with Kevin, Helen, Ashley, and Tony.  Alison had no idea what her mother intended to do once she had her money, as the unspeakable crimes the both of them had committed against the tiny family would make it difficult to get away with much of anything once they were returned to normal size.  If they were even able to return to normal size.  Alison swallowed hard, resolving not to think about this sizeable dilemma until it was necessary.

                She looked back down at Tony, and finally released the gentle pushing pressure, allowing him to roll helplessly back into the center of her palm.  She quickly reached her other fingers down to his face, brushing his hair out of his eyes and stroking his cheeks.  He tried to push the enormous digits, looking toward the table edge to attempt to get a good view of his recently crippled girlfriend.

                What Alison WAS willing to consider at this moment, though, was that she wouldn’t have much time left with Tony.  Whatever her mother was planning, it was pretty plain she would never see any of these people again.

                Tony was cute.  Very cute.  Alison guessed that, with how shy she was, snagging a boyfriend would prove difficult for her.  But right now, she had one of the hottest guys she’d ever laid eyes on laying helplessly in the palm of her hand, with no viable source of authority standing around.  For the moment, he was hers.

                Hers.

                To do whatever she wanted with him.

                The goosebumps returned along Alison’s skin.  Did she have the nerve?  She thought hard for a moment, continuing to pet Tony’s little face with her soft fingertips.

                Swallowing the excess saliva in her throat (as well as her sense of pride in her oxymoronically flawless humanity), Alison’s eyes widened.  Her pink tongue pushed out of her lips and slicked along her plush lips a few times.  She did have the nerve.

                Removing her fingers from Tony’s body, Alison calmly slipped her pointer finger under his shirt, placing it along his upper body and rubbing.  Tony stopped struggling for a moment, surprised, before grasping his tiny hands fruitlessly around her muscular finger.

                “A… um… A-Alison?” he sputtered, still distraught over his girlfriend’s wounding.  “W-What are you d-doing?”

                “Just feeling you, Tony.”

                “W-What?  F…”

                “Yeah.  That’s right.  You’ve never been felt by a girl before?” she asked, snorting in a quick burst of laughter.  “This all… NEW to you?” she continued with a huge, sarcastic grin.

                Tony looked taken aback at her new sense of boldness toward him, continuing to struggle against her finger, but she jammed her pointer finger all the way up his shirt and out the neckhole, pushing his head further back uncomfortably.

                “Stop fighting me.  Take your little hands off my finger,” she ordered calmly.  Raising an eyebrow of slight protest, Tony removed his hands, and his head was allowed to roll back into its normal position.  “There he goes…” she cooed playfully.  Finally, after rubbing feverishly at Tony’s tough abs and pecs, Alison curled her finger around the fabric of the shirt, bunching it up roughly before giving a slight tug, tearing it against Tony’s back and ripping it from his body.  He winced at the slight sting as the fabric popped against his back, then shivered to feel the cool touch of Alison’s fingers against his bare skin.  He tried to lean forward, but Alison pressed a thumb against his chest, pinning him back down.

                “No.  Hold still.”

                “WHY?” bellowed Tony as loudly as he could, so bitter after what had happened to Ashley that he had begun to lose concern for his own personal wellbeing.  “So you can break my legs?”

                “No…” frowned Alison, moving her thumb down to his legs and pressing painfully onto his knees.  “Are you trying to make a request?”

                “I don’t give a shit what you do to me…” snarled Tony with newfound confidence.  “I really don’t.  Go ahead.  Snap them like twigs.  Your mom’s going to anyway.  I know.  And so do you.  You really think she’s just going to let all of us GO?”

                “My mom is…”

                “Your MOM is a FUCKING PSYCHO.  Yeah, I know you love her.  Get over yourself, Alison.  You know it just as much as we do.  If she wants that money, she’s not going to leave any loose ends.”

                “Hey…” protested Alison, mentally agreeing with her pocket-sized captive.

                “So go ahead.  BREAK… MY… FUCKING…LEGS!” he screamed at her, out of breath.

                Alison was over the initial shock, and was fuming at this point.  Her thumb came back up from Tony’s knees, and back to the waistband of his pants.  Her mom had a plan.  She knew it.  She always did, just like she did for all of this.  And she would make it right.

                He couldn’t say those things about her.  He couldn’t.

                “Screw you, you… you…” mumbled Alison, wrapping her fingers tightly around his body.

                “What?  What are you going to call me?  Go ahead: give me your best shot,” taunted Tony weakly as Alison’s stuffy fist began constricting his air.

                “You… you…” fumed Alison, before her entire expression softened into a gentle smile.  “…hunky.”

                “Huh?” wheezed Tony as Alison’s fingers released his body, and her thumb dove down into his pants.  “HEY!”

                “You want to play games?  You think this is FUN for me?  You think you have to explain this to me, like I’m some… little girl?”

                At this, Tony laughed aloud.  “You… are definitely… not a little girl.”

                Alison leaned in close, smirking.  “I’ll show you how much I’m not,” she whispered before tearing his jeans right off his body as if they were made of newspaper.  Tony yelped painfully for a moment at the stinging sensation, before finding himself in only his skivvies in his girlfriend’s cousin’s open hand.  He didn’t get to ponder this development long, though, before Alison was slipping her pointer finger down the back of his underwear, jamming it hard against his butt cheeks.  He grasped tightly at her finger, trying desperately to force it out, until he realized this was just a diversion as Alison jammed her thumb down the front of his pants, pushing his comparatively shrimpy dick hard against his leg.  Tony began wriggling madly as Alison carelessly slipped his underwear down his legs and off his feet, leaving him cold and naked in her hand at last.

                Releasing his abused member from her thumb’s hold, Alison lowered her pointer finger down toward his crotch, gently propping his dick up for a closer look.  She nodded, clicking her tongue in her mouth as Tony continued shivering, keeping his eyes shut tightly.  It was like a horrible, twisted nightmare out of some pathetic after school program. 

Satisfied with her work, Alison began stroking hard onto Tony’s crotch, forcing him back down again her palm as she worked into him relentless with the smooth flesh of her fingertip.

                “C’mon, Tony,” she giggled girlishly.  “You can lie to me.  But your dinky dickie can’t.  C’mon…”

                “Alison…” he moaned dejectedly, gripping roughly at her finger, wrapping his forearms around the soft upper half of her pointer finger, laying his head against it for support.

                “TONY,” she repeated in a mockingly whiny voice, laughing at him.  “You can tell me.  It’s okay.  Your girlfriend is… napping right now,” she said with a smirk, eyeing Ashley, who had gone unconscious as a defense mechanism against the extreme pain.  “What do you think of when you look at me?”

                “What do I THINK of?” growled Tony waveringly, the beginning feelings of tingling pleasure flowing through him.  There were a lot of very choice things he thought of, but he was pretty sure all of them would end with him squashed under Alison’s damp sock if he shared them with her.

                “I look a lot like Ashley.  Even YOU should be able to tell that,” suggested Alison truthfully, raising her palm higher as she continued stroking Tony’s member, pressing him down harder against her fingers and causing him to groan.  “You’re really going to tell me that you don’t… feel a little something when you look at me?”

                “NO!” roared Tony as his dick finally sprung to life against his will.  “She’s my GIRLFRIEND!  I LOVE her!”

                Alison sputtered, attempting unsuccessfully to cover up her condescending chuckle.  “Oh please.  Tony, you’re eighteen.  What the hell would you know about love?”

                “Jesus Christ… what are you, SIXTEEN?” screeched Tony desperately, his body beginning to convulse as he neared climax, Alison’s soft flesh helping to relieve a lot of the pain he’d been through in the last twelve hours.  “This is wrong.”

                “Don’t worry, Tony.  Just pretend that my finger is Ashley’s… little pussy…” giggled Alison, bringing Tony closer to her face, breathing heavily onto him.  “Besides…” she sighed deeply, lowering her dripping tongue out of her lips.  “…I’m not so bad.” 

Alison buried Tony’s face in her tongue, coating him in hot, syrupy sputum, then slicked it down his entire naked body, sending thick dribbles of foamy drool trickling down his body and down to her hand.  Landing finally on his helpless member, Alison hammered down hard, twisting and wriggling her warm organ over his dick, forcing him to painfully climax amidst a rain of her broiling, sticky saliva.  “You’ll warm up to me,” she smiled as Tony started crying again, wiping the shameful layers of goop out of his eyes.

                “Yes, that’s correct.  Wait… no, no, let me repeat that,” said Kevin nervously, finishing the final of ten different calls to his various banks as he stood atop his opened cell phone, dialed courtesy of Anna.  “Nine… five… four… THREE… two… yes, yes, that’s it,” he said, sounding far too happy to fit his normal disposition.  Anna smirked at him, crossing her arms as she stood over his bed, on which he, his phone, and his cowering wife were perched submissively; she could tell he was determined to make this work at this point, no matter how hard it was.  “Yes, yes.  Please.  Transferring the money now?  Great, great.  Excellent.  Thank you for your help, and I’m sorry for the trouble,” said Kevin, sounding slightly embarrassed.  “Well, it was a pleasure… doing business with you too… now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an important meeting to get to,” he said, crouching and slamming his fist on the exit button to end the call.  He turned to face his wife, who was pale as a ghost, her eyes almost glazed over.  Taking her shoulders and rubbing them comfortingly, Kevin looked up to Anna, the fire slowly returning to his eyes.

                “It’s funny, Kev, but… you know… that sure didn’t LOOK impossible,” said Anna, sounding overly smarmy.  “Isn’t it nice how things work out when you just deal with me before I have to resort to other methods?”

                “Look, Anna… you sick, fucking WHORE…” hissed Kevin.  “I got you… your goddamned MONEY… so why don’t you get on the phone, now, and get my daughter some help?”

                Anna raised an eyebrow, looking upon him disdainfully.  “Tell you what, Kev.  We’ll compromise.”

                “We had a fucking DEAL…”

                “A deal?” laughed Anna.  “I don’t remember making any “deal” with you, little mister; this is just me being nice.  See, now that you’ve given back everything you’ve stolen, and said SO MUCH in that oh-so-threatening little lawyer voice of yours what you can do to both of us once you grow into a real boy again, well…”

                Kevin’s throat went dry as everything started coming into perspective.  His face turned just as ashen as his wife’s.  His eyes widened.  His back began to sweat profusely.  “Anna…” he croaked weakly.  “Y-You can’t mean you’re g-going to…”

                “Kill you?” asked Anna nonchalantly, her voice unwavering.  “No, Kev.  Luckily for you, I’m a far better person than you.  No, I’ve got an idea that I think will be good for both of us.”

                “WHAT?”
                “Look:  I’m not sure what the hell happened to you to make you this small.  I don’t really care.  What I DO know, though, is that you don’t seem to be changing around either way.  So… I’m thinking… we stick together, I make sure you don’t stick that rat nose out of the box, and I don’t have to do anything… nasty to you,” she said with a smile.

                “Anna…” breathed Helen, her color returning, stepping forward.  Helen’s survival instinct was in full force right now.  She certainly didn’t want to become her sister-in-law’s pet, but it was far better than what she had been expecting to happen for the past forty-five minutes as Kevin made his bank calls.  At the moment, all she wanted was life for herself, her husband, and her daughter.

                “NO!  FUCK YOU!” screamed Kevin, unleashed at last as he dashed forward to the edge of the bed, close enough that he could have jumped out and grabbed ahold of Anna’s billowing skirt.  “We’re not your damned GERBILS, Anna!  We’re human beings.  Human… fucking… BEINGS!”

                “Relax, Kev.  I’ll get you your own cage if you want.  Think about it…” said Anna joyously as if appearing in an infomercial.  “Fresh wood chips.  Clean water bottle.  Fun little wheel.  Heck, I’ll even clean out your cute little droppings every few days or so…” Anna couldn’t help but revel in this moment.

                Kevin was so enraged, his fully-flushed face looked like it was about to pop a blood vessel.  He pointed an accusing finger out at Anna, his face contorted into an ugly sneer, his teeth clenched together so hard his jaw was shaking.

                “Try to put on a smile, Kev.  What would the visitors think of you with a face like that?” laughed Anna, unable to help throwing in a final comment.

                “You can’t DO this!” roared Kevin, going hoarse.  “If this is what you’re doing, then… JUST FUCKING KILL US RIGHT NOW!”

                “SHUT… UP!” screeched Helen louder than she ever had in her life, shocking Kevin and even the towering Anna with her volume.  She ran forward, tackling Kevin to the ground and staring down into his face.  “You’ve ALWAYS been like this!  You… you’re such a fucking MORON that you’d rather DIE than give your goddamned pride a rest!”

                “We’re human beings, Helen.  Have you been listening to this bitch?” he growled, pointing toward Anna’s wide bare leg that filled both of their fields of vision.

                “I am, Kevin.  I am,” said Helen with incredible calmness.  “And I don’t like it.  You know that.  She knows that.  But I’m not about to DIE because you’re such an idiot.  You want to do this?  You do it ALONE!”

                “Is THAT how you feel about it?” called back Kevin, throwing his wife roughly off of him.  “After all these years, the truth comes out: you’d rather betray me in my moment of need than…”

                “Oh, just stop,” cried Helen venomously before bursting into uncontrollable tears.  Kevin and Anna remained silent for several minutes as Helen poured her remaining emotions out.  “You don’t deserve to do this…”

                “I think I’ll decide for myself what I…” retorted Kevin with just as much hostility.

                “No, you don’t.  Not after what you did…” she snapped, cutting him off.

                “What the fuck are you talking about, Helen?  You AGREED with me about all this!  You KNEW…”

                “No, I knew what you think I knew.  But trust me…” said Helen, standing up and rushing back toward Kevin, jamming a finger in his face as she stared him down, glaring.  “…I know ALL of it.  Every… little… bit.”

                At this, Kevin went ghost-white, staggering back as if his wife had dealt him a rending blow.  He looked about ready to pass out.  Anna, in order to hear all of this more clearly, crouched down by the side of the bed to listen.  As she watched, she couldn’t help but notice how the couple, impossible though it was, had all but forgotten her presence as they were so entrenched in their passionate arguments.

                “H-H-How…” stuttered Kevin, sounding meeker than he had yet, backing away like a terrified child.  He felt stripped.  “H-How do you k-know?”

                “I’ve got my ways,” growled Helen with a snarl.  “And you want to know WHAT?  I went and stood by your fucking side the entire side, you sick son of a bitch.”  Getting woozy with anger, Helen took a seat, burying her sobbing face in her hands for another moment before sniffling and continuing.  “And ME… I mean, damn… I… I might as well have helped you…”

                “Helen… darling…” smiled Kevin plastically, moving toward her to try and soothe her.  “It’s all right now.  Just… stop… talking…”

                “MAKE me!” screamed Helen, slapping at Kevin’s hip.  “After what you did?  You DESERVE whatever the hell is going to happen to you!”

                “Helen… sweetie…” groaned Kevin, clearly pained by these words.  “I love you… so much, and I only wanted…”

                “Wanted what?  My happiness?  Oh, believe me, Kevin, I’m about as FUCKING HAPPY AS IT GETS!”

                “Helen… stop… now…” he pleaded through gritted teeth, clasping his hands together nervously, looking cautiously over his shoulder at his towering in-law.

                “You just can’t stop.  I mean, look at… LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID!” she yelled again, falling down backward, almost fainting with the realization of saying it aloud.  “You had my BROTHER hit by a CAR just to get your rotten fucking hands on his goddamned MONEY!”

                Kevin, his features frozen, turned around and looked at Anna.

                A pair of giant eyes narrowed.  A gargantuan lip curled upward, quivering.

                Anna’s hand rose into view, brandishing her rotund fingers, each of which was just as long as Kevin’s body, rushing forward in an unstoppable wall of soft, perspiring skin to grab him.