Kelsey slowly made her way down the cool plastic steps of the dollhouse, her hands gripping the bannister so hard that her tiny knuckles were white.  She reached the bottom of the stairs and stood still for a moment, clutching the railing for safety, listening to the silence outside the little front door.  Just to be sure, she held her breath, delicately letting go and padding softly, silently, to the door.  Her hand came up and rested on the frame, her fingers ready to grip the side of the slightly open door and venture outside.

But she couldn’t go through with it, collapsing instead to the floor, bracing her back against the door and shutting it firmly.  No tears came, she was too afraid for those.  She knew what she faced out there, a giant, angry Brie.  Kelsey pinched her right index finger between the thumb and forefinger of the other hand, grasping her glove and wriggling her fingers out of it.  She watched her hands move as she removed her other glove, thinking about how just yesterday she’d had a tiny man crawling between them.  But where was he now?  If he was in the room she knew he’d have already broken down the door of the tiny house looking for her.  At the very least she would have heard his voice calling.  Holding her breath for a quick second she confirmed the silence outside of the house.  Nothing.  No Steve.  He could be literally anywhere or nowhere.  For a quick second Kelsey imagined a world without her little love.  She shook her head, not so little anymore, relatively.  If he even existed.

Using the little pile of gloves from her lap she wiped her temple, cleaning off as much blood as she could.  An idea struck her, and she stood shakily, walking over to the little plastic armoire and tugging on its oversized tassels until it popped open.  There, that’s what she was looking for.  Reaching in she pushed aside the extra doll clothes she had stored there until she cleared enough space to see the little mirror in the back.  In the half light of the room she could see that she’d missed a spot of blood on her cheek, so she licked a clean corner on the gloves and wiped it away.  She stepped back, looking at the closet that she’d worked so hard to keep organized for her little dollies.  Carefully she folded her gloves as she used to when they were at a much different scale, tucking the soiled parts inside, and placing them on the small shelf at the bottom of the wardrobe.  

She kneeled, smoothing the front of her tiny taffeta gown as her stockinged knees reached the floor.  Pulling on another giant tassel opened the top drawer under the wardrobe. She couldn’t help but smile at the doll accessories that she found neatly arranged inside, thinking of her own giant fingers first placing them there years ago.  Sparkling tiaras and necklaces, some little knick knacks, and there in the back a set of clean, white gloves.  Kelsey took them and placed them gently on the shelf next to the bloody pair before closing the drawer and opening the bottom one.  There among the other accessories she found, as she knew she would, a set of white pumps, which she set on the floor next to her before putting on the gloves.  Humming to herself she stood, slipping her feet into the heels and adjusting her new gloves.  Standing up straight, she reached down and smoothed the heavy fabric of her gown, before reaching up to rearrange her hair and tiara.  She looked in the mirror, giving herself her best “can do” smile before closing the armoire and heading back to the door.

Not wasting any of her newfound bravery on waiting, Kelsey barged right up to the door, slipping her slender fingers between it and the jamb and pulling for all she was worth.  The tiny hinges were no match for her panicked strength, opening too easily and throwing her off balance.

She stumbled out of the house, a tiny cloud of windmilling arms and legs wrapped in frilly pink and white fabrics that collapsed into a little heap just outside the door.  Wincing, she grabbed her sore head in her hands as she stood, surveying the landscape.  To say it was huge and disorienting was an understatement.  Everything towered above her, stretching impossibly into the sky.  Her bed loomed in the distance, a sheer cliff face of fabric that would give even seasoned climbers pause.  Next to it stood the monolith of her nightstand, the top drawer ajar, blocking her view of the top.  She knew she left her phone up there somewhere, but after hearing it bounce off the dollhouse it could be anywhere.

Kelsey looked around the sides of the dollhouse, stopping every so often to listen for any approaching movement.  Nothing around the back, either.  She leaned against the siding of the house, laughing to herself at what she must look like.  Having been fascinated by size changing as long as she remembered, Kelsey had given a lot of thought about being a doll in her own room.  In her fantasies she would live in her dollhouse, wearing all of her dolls’ pretty clothes and driving around in her plastic sportscar.  She’d climb up her furniture with ease, scaling her bed in no time to snuggle up like a cat in her giant, fluffy duvet.  Now she looked at how terrifying the real world could be for someone her size, and once again wondered how Steve did it.  That first night in her bedroom popped into her head, making her smile at the thought, and motivating her to get back to work searching for her phone.  

The vast plain of carpet between the dollhouse and the bed was intimidating.  Kelsey knew she’d be exposed completely, the door to her room wide open, just waiting for a giant Brie to come in and step on her.  She leaned down, pulling off her heels and gathering up her skirts in her hands, staying in a low crouch as she dashed across the floor.  Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it might leap out of her chest, but still she ran.  

“Gonna… make it!” she panted under her breath.

Just as the darkness under the bed was within her reach, Kelsey heard something that chilled her to her very core.  Screaming.  Distant, sure, but feminine and enormous.  Her pulse pounded in her ears as she dove forward, tucking herself into a ball as her tiny form slipped under the bed.  She uncurled, panting hard from fear and exertion, laying flat on her back as she stared up into her dark, dusty bedsprings.  Tears rolled silently down into her ears, making her sit up and wipe them back.  She held her breath.  No more screaming.

She practically jumped six whole inches when her phone rang out with a text message alert right next to her.  It had landed with its screen down, but the sound was nearly deafening.  Kelsey scrambled to her feet, slipping her hands under the long side of her phone and pulling for all she was worth.  The distant screaming definitely helped her sense of urgency.  Her little cheeks burned red, and her arms were wobbly, but eventually she was able to turn the air mattress sized phone over so that it was face up.

Kelsey pulled aside wet strands of hair from her little face, shakily crawling around the to her phone to press the unlock button.  She pressed her tiny palm for all she was worth, activating the button and bringing the screen to life.

From Alex:

Wat time r we spose 2 b at ur house tonite

Kelsey shook her head.  Tonight her house would be full of teens, each of them likely just as dangerous as the giantess who screamed at the other end of the house.  And the crazy part was, Kelsey had invited them there herself.  She had to get help before then, or who knew what might happen.

She watched the screen fade and pressed the button again, ready to swipe to unlock.  Her tiny hand found a grip on the screen protector covering the face of her phone, and with all of her strength she swiped right.

Nothing.  So she tried again, this time with both hands.

Still nothing.  Her tiny hands weren’t enough for the phone to recognize her touch through her screen protector.  And her thumb was now many times too small to unlock the home button.  Realization of her situation slowly dawned on tiny Kelsey, bringing her to her knees, hunched next to her phone in the darkness under her bed.  So close, and yet so far.  

Her head sunk down to her chest.  So much for that plan.  Hopefully Steve was out there doing better than her.

Just then, in the distance, she heard him scream her name.

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Steve writhed in Brie’s powerful grip, worried that at any second she would pull his tiny arms clean off his body.  His little hands were the only parts of his arms that extended past her huge fists, and they opened and closed in blind terror as Brie did her best to pull him apart.

“Brrrrrriiiiiiiieeeeee! Agh, stop!” Steve screamed at the top of his lungs.

The expression on Brie’s giant face began to darken as she saw that she wasn’t going to be able to do what she always did with Kelsey’s dolls.  Soon it was a full fledged scowl as she began to twist her hands, causing Steve to cry out in fresh pain.  His tiny legs kicked in the air as he tried his absolute best to break free, but her hands held him firmly like a vise.  The skin on his torso was being pulled tight, tighter than he knew should be possible, and his bones surely should have broken from the strain.  The corollary of Kelsey’s wish was once again keeping him safe, if not immune from pain.

“Come on, you stupid little thing!  Break already!  Grrrrr…”  Brie’s face brightened slightly at the comical sight of his tiny cock flopping around from her actions.

“Kelsey!  Help!  Help me!  Please!  Kelsey, where are you?!” begged Steve desperately.

At the sound of her sister’s name Brie howled with anger and disgust, hurling Steve’s tiny body to the carpeted floor in a rage.  He crumpled at her feet.

“Ugh, fine!  You want Kelsey so bad?!  Let’s go to her room, then!”

With that Brie kicked Steve towards her door, the nails on her toes connecting solidly with his chest.  The impact drove the remaining air from his lungs, sending him flying like a rag doll until he hit the closed door with a resounding thud, sliding to the floor below.

She walked over slowly, placing her big toe under his chin and sliding him back across the carpeted floor until she was able to open her door.  As she opened it she pressed the fleshy pad of her toe against his exposed neck and clavicle, grinding the leathery surface against his chin before dragging it down his torso.  The uneven surface of Brie’s ragged toenail scratched Steve’s already battered body, causing him to groan in agony.  Finally the pad of her toe slid over his groin, pressing his cock down between his legs as she rested it there.  Grunting for emphasis she pressed down, putting a significant amount of her ponderous weight on the little man’s crotch as she sneered down at him.

For his part, Steve was fighting to stay conscious under the toe of the enormous girl.  She ground her toe into him, sliding his bare ass against the carpet below him and giving him one hell of a rug burn.  His tiny testes felt like they would burst like little berries under the weight above him.  Tiny hands tried ineffectually to push away the huge digit as he whimpered and pleaded.  

Finally Brie had had enough, and adjusted herself so that she was pushing Steve’s body along the floor, out her door and down the hallway towards Kelsey’s room.  It was slow going, but she was determined to punish this little doll for his insolence.  How dare he, she thought.  She was the one with all the power here and he needed to know that.  With each step she brought more and more of her weight upon him as she slid him towards Kelsey’s room.

Steve was in wordless agony, his breath failing him under the enormous mass of her foot.  Her big toe had slid up his belly, resting on his sternum now as she dragged him across the floor.  The tile of the entryway was cool against his chapped skin, but he slid easily across it so the reprieve was short lived.  He grabbed the toe in a hug, giving himself some relief from the ordeal.

Brie smiled to herself as she looked down from above and saw him wrap his arms around her toe, holding on tightly as she pulled him along with each step.  That’s right, she thought.  You’re right where you belong.

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Kelsey was under her bed, trying desperately with all of her tiny might to peel back one corner of her screen protector.  She’d already cracked two screens and was on her last replacement phone on her warranty, so her mom had bought her a top of the line piece of plastic to keep it safe.  She remembered using her school ID to flatten out any bubbles, her deft hands handling the thin, lightweight phone with ease.  It was a far cry from the situation she found herself in now, wth her tiny fingers covered in sticky adhesive as she tried to remove the thin plastic layer that was causing her so much trouble.  She was so focused on the task at hand that she didn’t hear the huge, if irregular, footfalls coming down the hallway.

She looked up just in time to see Steve’s body tumbling across the floor of her room, followed quickly by a familiar pale ankle and foot, now stretched to impossible proportions.  Her first instinct was to run out to him, to help him to his feet and bring him back to her hiding spot under the bed.  He’d landed hard, face first, skidding forward on his chest until he came to rest near the front door of the dollhouse.  Brie’s giant feet stepped forward, stopping just inches from Steve’s sprawled little body, monstrous toes flexing in anticipation.  Kelsey stuffed her knuckles into her mouth to keep herself from screaming.

Steve groaned as he felt the immense heat of Brie’s foot slowly descending on his back.  The thick, slightly damp skin of Brie’s giant sole came down heavily, forcefully upon him, pressing him deeply into the low pile of the carpet.  He could feel his vertebrae crack before his ribcage started to compress, and he wondered if he would survive this one, wish or not.  His little arms and legs swung feebly in an attempt to pry off the tons of girl that were bearing down upon him, but it was no use.

Brie’s lips curled into a sneer, looking down at the little hands and legs that protruded from the sides of her foot.  Her measly little size 5 1/2 had what looked like a fully grown person underneath it, and she was about to snuff it out.  She could hear as much as feel his bones start to bend and crack, so impressed by the realism of this little doll. Brie was just about to put her whole weight down when she was distracted by something brushing against her other foot.

“Noooooo! Get off him Brie!” Kelsey yelled up to the towering girl.  She beat her tiny fists against the top of Brie’s pale right foot as she ran past to the one that had Steve pinned.  Kelsey slid to a stop, shooting out her hand and grabbing Steve’s before pressing her head down to the carpet to look into Steve’s wide eyes.

Brie could not believe the sight of a little doll version of her sister that was literally at her feet, yelling up at her like she wasn’t just inches tall.  She watched in amazement as little Kelsey actually tried to lift the giant foot from Steve, barely even feeling the effects of her strenuous actions.  With just a slight movement, Brie lifted her foot from Steve and, moving it to the side, knocked the little Kelsey doll back on her ass.

“Of course!  Of course Mom and Dad got her a doll of herself!” Brie yelled at the Kelsey doll as she knocked it around lightly with her toes. “What a fucking spoiled bitch.  You know what today is, stupid little doll?”

“Yes!  Yes, it’s your birthday!” Kelsey yelled up, putting up her arms to defend herself from the attacking toes.”Brie, listen!  I’m not a doll. Your middle name is Katherine. It’s me Kelsey!”

Brie eyed the little doll suspiciously.  “I’m sure stuff like my birthday and like my middle name are programmed into your little memory card or whatever,” she spat.  Her giant foot slid back for a moment before descending again, wrapping her big and second toe around the tiny doll’s neck.  Kelsey’s hands shot up, little fingers trying to find a grip, digging into her unkempt cuticles as Brie began to lift her foot with Kelsey trapped in between her toes.

“Brie, no, please,” Kelsey croaked hoarsely.  “It’s me Kelsey I’m Kelsey Kelsey your sister please please…”

Steve stirred slightly, trying to lift himself up on his arms before collapsing back to the floor.

“Stupid doll for a stupid bitch…” Brie whispered menacingly as she tightened her grip.

Kelsey’s face was starting to turn blue, her feet now completely off the ground as Brie’s mighty toes squeezed her neck.  Her eyes were pure panic.

“Kelsey…,” croaked Steve, raising himself up on one arm and trying to stand.

The only sound was Kelsey’s labored breathing.  Her face blue.

“Weewa,” Kelsey wheezed.

Brie froze, not sure of what she heard.  She loosened her grip slightly, allowing Kelsey to suck in a little air. “What did you…?”

“Weewa, please!!!” Kelsey roared before her head sagged forward limply against the smooth webbing of Brie’s toes.

In her shock Brie almost stepped forward, crushing Kelsey under her foot.  Instead, she just dropped her, letting her body fall the few inches to the ground where she landed in a little heap.

“Kelsey!” Steve crawled over to her, moving her so that she was laying on her back..

Brie stepped back, shaking her head, taking small steps towards the door.  Steve scrambled over Kelsey, putting his ear to her chest.

“She’s not breathing!” he yelled up at Brie after a moment.  “Hey, do you hear me?  You’ve got to do something!”

Brie just stood, shaking her head in quick, little movements.

Steve yelled up.  “Hey!  Help!”  Though he didn’t know CPR, he tried pressing against Kelsey’s chest and breathing into her mouth.

Brie watched the little man scrambling around Kesey’s prone form, trying to save her life.  Then she turned and ran from the room.