Four Weeks After the Great Reduction

Dupuy was gathering a semblance of normalcy, as dollhouses began to go up around the women's dorm, to house thousands of displaced people. Dupuy's city engineering team was planning the beginnings of a water and sewage system. Doctors were planning strategies for the kinds of outbreaks one sees after a disaster, such as cholera. Meantime, the young adults of Dupuy, including the students of Dupuy College, tried to get back to the business of dating and mating, with the first dance after the great reduction.

The dance was well underway when the dancers heard footsteps and an incredibly loud clacking. Stephanie Searfass, twelve times as tall as anyone else on the dance floor,
with high heels that reached the waistlines of everyone else present, stormed in.

Everyone else stopped dancing. In an involuntary reaction motivated by safety as much as anything else, they moved toward the corners of the room.

Stephanie wore one of her cheerleader's outfits -- but this one had been altered, with the gold-trimmed hem stopping just short of where her buttocks met her thighs. She wasn't wearing panties, and this time she didn't try to hide the fact. She stood in the center of the room and began to pivot her hips, giving all present an unobstructed view of the goods.

Almost all of the men present watched hypnotically, as their girlfriends looked on with disgust.

At the end of her dance, Stephanie filled the room with her voice. "Are there some friends here who'd like to come UP to my place?" As she began to stroll out of the room, men began to follow her. Some were held back by their girlfriends, but dozens more followed that amazing rear end. As she reached the threshold of the room, Stephanie turned back to the remaining tiny ladies and said, "Who's the 'ho' now?"

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"Where are you taking me?", Jason shouted to Stephanie, as he rattled the bars of his cage. For four weeks he had been a prisoner here. The reason he didn't stink was because Stephanie -- over his protest -- took him out each day for a rather rough scrubbing in the sink.

"Not very far, little Jason. There's something I want you to see."

One by one, Stephanie lifted a group of tiny men to her bed. Then she teasingly unzipped and unbuttoned, piece by piece, until she sat naked. Then she motioned the men forward. Some took to her breasts, while others worked her face, her thighs and her belly. The luckiest got to dive in between her thighs. One found her love button, and Stephanie's screams bounced off the walls. Then she flipped over and gave each man a special treat,
letting them work themselves to blue-balled relief inside her backdoor.

After she had lifted each man back down and sent them back downstairs, she walked over to Jason's cage.

"I just wanted to make sure you got the message. I don't need you... for ANYTHING."

She then snapped her index finger and flicked Jason's groin, causing him to sprawl on the floor of his cage.

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The next morning, the doorbell rang and Stephanie opened her door to find an army of five-inch-tall young women at her door.

The leader of the women, a fellow Dupuy College cheerleader named Michelle Finker, shook her fist and shouted up. "Stop stealing our men, Stephanie!"

"You don't get it. I'm the Cheerleader."

"Yeah, I'm a cheerleader too, at least I was until I shrank and got too small to wear a uniform. You're STILL a 'ho', Stephanie."

The Cheerleader got down on her knees and leaned her huge face into Michelle's. "I could
crush you like a bug right now." Then she smiled and pulled back. "But I won't. At least not right now." Michelle and the others stepped back in fear.

"I need to explain something to you. I'm now a LOT bigger than anyone else in Dupuy. That means it takes a lot more to fill me up. Put yourselves in my position. Men are like M&M's to me now. Very sweet but very small. I can't be with just one."

Michelle spoke up. "If you don't stop messing with our men, we'll..."

"YOU'LL WHAT?????" Stephanie shouted her sarcastic question at Michelle, forcing her to the floor.

"We'll chase you out of Dupuy!" Michelle screamed back in a tinny voice.

"And leave you ho's to fend for yourselves, with the cats and dogs and rats and everything else wanting to get in here and EAT your little asses? Not to mention the GOVERNMENT... if they knew you were alive, some scientists would be poking you with a needle all day long. I saved every one of your lives, and I'm the only thing KEEPING you alive right now! And I think I deserve the right to get MY needs met!"

Stephanie continued. "You need to listen to me. I have an offer that I think would work out very well for me and for all of you."

"What we're going to have in Dupuy is like open marriage. I will FORBID your men to cheat on you... with any other woman... EXCEPT me. I won't keep your men tied up every night, just enough to get my needs met. I can take turns with them. I am VERY attractive to them, as you can SEE. Just by being with me, you can look better in your man's eyes. Sexier. Hotter. They call that 'the Cheerleader effect'."

"That's the deal, girls. If you don't take it, I'll leave Dupuy to fend for itself."

Reluctantly, the girls agreed.

"And one more thing", Stephanie continued. "As Cheerleader and Diva of Dupuy, I hereby decree that any unmarried woman between 18 and 30, who's not on her period, has to go
around commando in public! That's pantyless, girls! And NO jeans or slacks to cover up, unless they're Daisy Dukes! T-shirts and short skirts only! I mean, starting NOW!"

The women, terrified of Stephanie's power, began to remove their clothing below the waistline. Soon they were standing in just their shirts. Then the panties fell. "Now walk down the halls of Dupuy like that and don't cover up again until you're on the rag!" Stephanie shouted.

As they crawled down over the now-gigantic stairs, Stephanie lifted her skirt and flashed them. "Ladies, we're ALL Ho's Now!"

Off in a corner, 33-year-old Rachel happily slipped off her overalls and stripped down to her T-shirt, wishing that Stephanie would do something with that part of her now so exposed.

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The parade of pantyless women passed by Michelle's father, Stanley Finker. Finker had been a shoe store owner and Dupuy city councilman before the Great Reduction. He was always worrying about whether Dupuy underclassmen's sexually-tinged hijinks were affecting the moral fiber of the community.

Finker stormed up to his daughter, now wearing just a doll's sneakers, socks, and a T-shirt that stopped just before her pubes did. "Michelle, what is the meaning of this?"

"It's Stephanie Searfass. She's gone Godzilla on us. She's making us walk around half-naked."

Finker remembered how, right after everybody shrank, Stephanie was picking up everybody and petting and cooing at them, as though they were her hamsters. He didn't like it, told her so, and got a gigantic dirty look. This latest incident strengthened his opinion of her as being a bit twisted. "This is outrageous," he said to his daughter. "Thank goodness the urchins are in school. Something has to be done."

Rachel had figured Michelle would run to her daddy sooner or later. She was expecting a show of defiance to the Cheerleader. She had already moved to out-manuever Miss Finker.
As Michelle and the other de-pantsed girls complained to councilman Finker, Rachel led a group of women in a straight line through the crowd, all wearing clothing that stopped at or near the crotch. Some of them were over the age limit of 30, but still looked pretty good bottomless.

"What's the matter, girls? Think your modesty is more important than keeping Dupuy together?" Before they could answer, Rachel and her collection of MILFs and cougars strolled away. Then the crowd quieted and parted, as the Cheerleader entered the vicinity. Her voice boomed across the room.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the era of false modesty is over in Dupuy! From now on, women
who don't have a man in their lives and need one, will dress the part! We won't hide any longer from our desires, or from the power in our bodies, in our figures, in our vaginas."

The Cheerleader then lifted her green Dupuy skirt and flashed the crowd, then skipped out.

"The City Council has to deal with this", Finker muttered.

Two Months After the Great Reduction

Doctor Yonker sat in Stephanie's hand, her soft caresses of his back almost taking him to a state of hypnosis, as he tried to describe the potential health crisis in Dupuy. Rachel had urged Stephanie to give him some time out of her busy schedule, saying that he had a proposal that could again give Dupuyans an even stronger attachment to their Cheerleader.

"The engineers don't expect to have the sewage system up and running before spring. We appreciate your 'pooper scooper' activities -- emptying our septic tanks and such -- but
there's still danger of some kind of epidemic if we don't get people vaccinated.

"OK. How do we make that happen, Doctor?"

"Well, Cheerleader, there's the problem. Our needles fit full-sized people. A lot of these vaccines can't be given orally. But we think there's a way around that."

"What is that, doctor?"

Doctor Yonker drew in his breath. "We would give you the vaccine, Cheerleader, and you would pass it to the people of Dupuy... through your breast milk."

Stephanie blushed. "Doctor, I would be honored. I just don't know if I could produce enough for ten thousand people."

"Remember, people are a lot smaller than they used to be, and they'll just need one thimbleful of your milk to get full protection."

Over the next month, Stephanie spent several minutes each day being milked like a cow by the Dupuy Fire Department. They played a recording of crying sounds to get her in the production mood. Sandy, Stephanie's old roommate at Dupuy College, stood with a friend
as they got their vaccines in tiny paper cups. "I am just so in awe of the Cheerleader now. She's saved Dupuy people at least three times -- through her rescues, through her pee and through her milk. I would do anything the Cheerleader asked me to, I really would."

Stephanie felt the firefighters treated her like total gentlemen, and as a result, she agreed to be the Guest of Honor at the Firefighters' Ball. She got a little tipsy during the festivities, and in any event, it didn't take much for her to get flirtatious with her tiny subjects. One fireman whispered something to Stephanie about a hazing ritual for the rookies, that involved getting sprayed with a hose. They hadn't adapted equipment to
their new size, yet, so they had no way to do it. Stephanie walked over, stood above the rookies, and repeated her Gulliver act. THAT became the standard way rookies were hazed, even after Dupuy got tiny water trucks.


Six Months After the Great Reduction

Needless to say, after the Cheerleader's decree, there were a lot of young women taking care of their lower extremities, trimming their bushes and such. Some would have gotten tattoos -- but of course no tattooist -- and there had only been two in Dupuy before the Great Reduction -- yet had a needle small enough for their five-inch tall bodies. Others were looking to escape the Cheerleader's decree by getting married. This played to Stephanie's underlying nature -- the sweet, plush-toy hugging girl that wanted no one to be lonely. She was becoming matchmaker-in-chief... helping couples get together, sometimes with a romantic night in her own bedroom... sometimes on her bed... sometimes with the couple sharing intimacies on her own tummy, breasts or ass. The girls bragged that they never lost a man after the "cheerleader effect" kicked in.

This gave Rachel another idea to cement Stephanie's position as the Diva of Dupuy.

"As cheerleader and diva-in-chief, I think you have the authority to perform weddings."

"OK..." Stephanie answered with a laugh,  "but don't the churches do fine with that?"

"Some do, but the others have been running around since the great reduction, saying it's a sign of the Apocalypse." Rachel paused for effect. "The preachers call YOU the whore of Babylon!"

Stephanie's face flushed red. "What do they mean, the Whore of Babble On? I don't talk THAT much."

Rachel slapped her tiny forehead. "If it pleases the Cheerleader... they are upset with your presence as a diva, a goddess-like figure. It upsets their view of the universe. They're another force that could upset the society we're trying to build here. One of peace, harmony, sustainability, shared prosperity and love of our Cheerleader! So we need to build a counterforce. One way is to for YOU to be the justice of the peace, so to speak."

"What do you think a wedding would be like?"

"Well, there'd be a hall with chairs, and the bride and groom would walk down the hall, and you'd be at the end of the hall... at the altar. In fact, you'd BE the altar. You'd be wearing your cheerleader costume, and your knees would form an arch above them, and they'd be staring your vagina in the face.

"Rachel... Even I'M not going commando to a WEDDING!"

"No, no", Rachel blushed. "You'll be wearing your shiniest gold Dupuy panties. And they'll take a vow to each other...and a vow to YOU. You'll be the silent partner in every marriage."

"That's right! When the husband needs some time away from the wife, he'll come to me!"

"Yes!" Rachel concurred. "And they might want to take a honeymoon with Stephanie... or IN Stephanie... and maybe a second honeymoon if the passion cools down!"

"Honeymoon IN me? What would that be?" Stephanie thought for a moment. Then she blushed
and let out a laugh so hard, she almost peed herself.


Seven Months After the Great Reduction

"We've already scheduled seven Cheerleader weddings for May and June", Rachel confided to her giantess.

"I think I've got just about everybody in this cohort married off..." Stephanie mused...
"except about 50 hard core geeks who couldn't get laid to save their lives. What do I do with them?"

"Unmarried, unattached men can support patriarchy, Cheerleader... or not. I suggest you bring them to your side", Rachel answered. "Tell me, after all the orgies you've had in the last seven months or so, do you feel satiated yet? Filled up?"

"Amazingly, no", Stephanie laughed.

"Well, here's how you get those geeks on your side, Cheerleader. We're going to conduct a 'sex education' lesson for them. We're going to show them what to do and how to do it. If some of them manage to get a girlfriend, fine. If not... they can always get more 'lessons.' And they'll be so grateful to their 'teacher' that they'll fight for her, and stop any attempt to overthrow her."

Stephanie nodded her head.

"Rachel, out in the 'normal' world, most guys don't get how to please a woman because the... um... physicality isn't, like, all in their face, the way it is with a girl and a penis. I think having a 'model' at "IMAX" size... like myself", she laughed, "would 'help' them 'get it.' But they also need a teacher who's their own size, who can help them interpret the lessons."

Rachel squirmed for a moment. She thought about suggesting herself for the privilege of
pointing out Stephanie's intimate places at close range. But then she realized she didn't want to be in a room with 30 or more horny male geeks to make that happen.

"We need a sort of 'high priestess' of the Cheerleader Diva. Someone who's really cute and sweet and will make this seem normal", Rachel mused.

Stephanie's eyes lit up. "How about my friend Sandy!" Since getting fished out of her clothing by the Cheerleader, Sandy had remained unattached and proudly compliant to Stephanie's no-panties rule. Stephanie had been trying to get her interested in a cute firefighter, Stan Schuldrecher, for months, but no sparks seemed to fly. "Since she seems in no hurry to get hooked up, she can be my 'priestess' for a while!"