Chapter 04: What Color of Panties
A few minutes went by as Nicki, Avery, and Emily waited in a line to order some drinks. The boys remained adamant of appeasing their standing goddess, Nicki, with her pants slightly damp from their mouths salivating while kissing it. Nicki completely forgot about them after fumbling through her purse for her stepfather’s credit card to start a tab for their drinks.
With a couple of shots of hard liquor in the hands for each of them, the girls waltzed over to an empty table close to the dance floor as the loud music drowned out any attempt of sound of the downsized people. They all screamed after feeling the pants tighten as the girls bent down to sit.
Immediately after sitting down on the bar stools, Nicki and Avery turned to each other as the two felt their captives compressed to their right butt cheeks and laughed. Avery began smearing her ass against the back of the seating where the helpless couple pressed into her ass with the exerted pressure.
After downing their first couple shots of hard liquor, the girls all groaned in disgust at the taste and proceeded to carry on their conversation.
“What happened to Eric and Jake?” Emily asked Nicki as she had yet to mention them upon entering the club.
“Oh," Nicki replied as she nearly shot the water she drunk out of her nose. “Let’s just say that they’ll be kissing my ass all of tonight if they ever want to get their size back.”
“That’s nothing,” Avery added to the conversation. “I’m keeping Bailey and Tyler as my slaves for the rest of their lives. Honestly, they would amount to nothing else in life, so they should thank me.”
“Is that even legal?” Emily questioned. “You’re enslaving them as tiny pissants.”
“We have them on video begging Nicki to shrink them down for their 'relationship journey.' I’m giving them what they fucking wanted.” Avery argued defensively. “With their voices so high-pitched and ungodly annoying, I can’t tell what they are saying. For all I know, the two of them keep begging to kiss my ass which they will for the rest of their lives.”
“That’s fucked up. Bailey was our friend,” Emily said feeling righteous as she crossed her arms in disproval.
“A friend who now eats from my ass.” The older college student commented with an evil smirk on her face.
“You’re such a bitch.” Emily replied with her bothered and slightly jealous of Avery’s power.
“That’s cheap coming from the girl who shrunk her brother a minute ago and stuffed him deep inside her mother’s coochie. All of that so that she could frame him and get more money for school next fall.” Avery retorted as a short pause between the two feisty girls ensued.
“Let’s get more drinks!” Nicki exclaimed as she struggled to break the tension between her two angry friends.
“No, I’m going dancing,” Avery stated as she stood up with her two captives in the back of her right pocket.
After stepping a couple of feet away from the table, Avery stopped as she flipped her hair back to the girls. “Hey, Emily.”
“What?” The young college student replied in anger as she saw Avery purposely fluffing her thick ass out.
A hard-sudden smack pressed Bailey and Tyler’s bodies into Avery’s dark blue jeans. That hit left the bugs wholly immobilized with their voices even more muffled as their bodies seeped into the fabric.
“Whatever. I don’t care about your stupid little slaves.” Emily said half-heartedly as she watched Avery rub her right hand up and down her pocket over her victims.
“Help us!” The two bugs cried out in desperation as Tyler felt his rib cage snap from Avery’s rough play.
An audible crunch sound came from his body from the unbearable compression. The boy yelled a blood curling scream with most of Avery's pressure on his little body.
Bailey joined in Avery’s fun game when the giantess began smearing her slave around her butt cheek. When Avery final let off her slaves, Tyler collapse with his body internally bleeding while Bailey hit the thick flesh of the plump ass.
"You bitch!" Bailey exploded as she tried to hurt Avery by biting her ass cheek like a small child.
“What’s that? You bugs want more?” Avery asked in a sadistic yet playful voice without her even able to hear or feel Bailey’s retaliation.
Bailey’s teeth seeped into the strands of Avery’s dark blue jeans and could not pierce her way to the butt cheek. From the giantess’s nasty comments and actions, Bailey felt like she morphed into some disgusting insect.
“I’ll see you, girls, later.” Avery chuckled as she strolled to the dancefloor.
With her ass the thickest out from the group of friends, Avery began to twerk to the club music. Everyone else on the dancefloor enjoyed Avery’s confident attitude as she rubbed her ass on other girls’ thighs.
Emily watched Avery dance as she secretly envied the woman’s dominance and attitude over everything, yet no way would she outright say it. Emily continued to stare until her blonde friend, Nicki, arrived to the table.
“I got us some shots!” Nicki yelled to Emily with four shots of hard liquor in her hands.
“Why’d you get so many shots, Nicki? Are you trying to kill us?” Emily asked as she knew this was Nicki’s first-time drinking.
“Relax, I can handle my own tonight.” The birthday girl replied as the two downed a couple of shots.
“I think I know what your problem is,” Nicki spoke to Emily as she began feeling a little delirious from the alcohol. “You’re jealous of Avery because you don’t have a little tiny slave yourself.”
“What?” Emily jumped as she got instantly defensive.
“Admit it. You secretly wanted Steve squirming inside your pussy instead of your mother’s.” Nicki teased.
“Gross!” Emily yelled in disgust. “The single thought of my brother inside me makes me sick.”
“God, I can’t believe he wanted inside my pants so bad!” The buzzed girl exclaimed.
“Panties.” Emily mocked Steve from earlier as the two laughed. “No, he either wanted your butt, or our old teacher, Ms. McKay’s butt.”
“What the fuck? Do you think your mom ever found him inside her?” Nicki wondered after sipping her glass of ice water. “What do you think your mom is doing to him?”
“I think I have an idea,” Emily said as she pictured her brother exploring their mother’s hairy bush. “She probably has him doing little chores for her.”
“Chores like what, folding her panties?” Nicki answered as she felt one of her slaves brush on her ass.
The reality of the situation stooped a lot worse for Steve as it took him nearly an hour to get his mother to cum for the first time. With him exhausted after being held against Linda’s clitoris, Steve laid in the puddle of his mother’s wet juices with him scrunched in the pussy to keep warm near the folds.
After changing her relationship status from ‘Single’ to ‘It’s complicated” on Facebook, Linda reached down her slender body for her son. Scooping her sex toy out of her coochie with just her index finger, she brought her son to her naked chest and sat him on her left titty while giving him a sly smile.
After falling on the enormous tit that weighted more than him, Steve dragged himself up on his two feet. Peering at his mother’s face with her brown eyes attentive at her smartphone she held in her hand, Steve cleared his throat by spitting and vomiting out the woman’s bodily juices shoved down his esophagus a few minutes ago.
“Well...” Linda boomed to her son as her eyes flashed upon him for a millisecond before returning to her phone. “I’m listening.”
“Where do I start?” Steve mumbled to himself as he needed a way out of his predicament. “Well, you see mom-“
“What the frick?” The forty-year-old-year woman interrupted after squinting at a provocative headline of a news article on her NBC app.
Leaning towards her nightstand to grab her reading glasses, her son clanged on her nipple nearly sliding into the middle of her breasts. Putting on her thick plastic framed glasses, the mother began quietly reading while Steve climbed back to the top of her left tit.
“Go on,” Linda insisted with her still fixated on her phone’s screen.
“I never meant any of what I said in that video, and I’m sorry for saying it,” Steve said sincerely after he figured his best motive would be to play the sympathy card.
“Rub my nipple while you speak to me, son,” Linda commented without even looking at her worthless son as he rolled his eyes and let out a quiet groan.
Dropping on his knees, Steve muttered a couple of cuss words as it angered him that his mother kept having him do things for her especially since he just regained his breath a minute ago. With no choice but to kiss her ass in hopes of receiving his old life back, Steve started stroking and massaging the large nipple.
“I’m truly sorry, mom,” Steve said as he proceeded to fondle her tit. “I’m young and have yet to learn to respect women.”
“Mmm hmm…” Linda hummed in agreeance.
“But just like you said at my school a year and a half ago, I don’t understand the consequences of my actions as I am too young and dumb right now. Remember when Ms. McKay wished to leave me the size of bug after she found me on her Subway cookie, you stood up for me.” Steve squeaked to his mother. “So please, stand up for me now. Send me back to counseling if you want.”
”Are you done?” Linda finally asked as she looked towards her son with a devious smile. Steve shook his head yes with him still attentive to the warm nipple.
“First of all, understand that your actions have consequences. You’re an adult now, so start acting like one.” Linda boomed as Steve looked down with a wide smirk set on his face. He realized from the first three words his mom spoke that he would get off scotch free with just a little lecture.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you, Steve,” Linda ordered, yet Steve could not get the smirk off his face when he looked up at the towering woman. Linda noticed his grin but ignored her son’s lack of seriousness and continued.
“When the school called me about what happened to you with Ms. McKay, I sided with you because you never broke the law. From the beginning, the scene looked horrific. With your friend Dave banished between her butt crack of her tight black skirt, it was hard for anyone to not feel bad for you shrunken boys. With the adhesive completely encasing Dave's body to where his face permanently stuck near her asshole, you boys made the mistake of spiking her drink with lactose that flared up her farting. That’s not to mention the kid who exploded in red mush next to Dave on the impact of her butt when she sat on Dave and him. Then, there was you on the edge of the principles desk traumatized that you just watched your friend get devoured from her turkey sandwich as you kept worshipping this nut-job teacher claiming her as your goddess.” Linda reminisced almost ashamed to call Steve her son.
“And now this?!” Linda bellowed as Steve worried from the severity in her tone. “Did counseling mean nothing to you?!”
“I’m sorry," Steve repeated quietly unsure of what else to say or do.
“You have one of two options, mister. Either I call the police and show them your little video; tell them about how I initially found you messing around in my panties and let the law decide how to punish you.” Linda said. “Or you can remain shrunk for the rest of your life with the slight chance that I would grant you your size back if you pleasure me well enough.”
“But… but… but…” Steve stammered as his whole previous life flushed down the toilet.
“Stop talking about my butt.” Linda teased before getting serious again. “Make a choice, Steve.”
With the law hard on shrunken rapes as many perverts attempted them on younger girls and elder women, Steve realized his case with his mother would probably result to him being placed to death or being placed inside a labor camp of shiny shoes for the rest of his life. With his second option, he would still have the chance to escape and perhaps find a gracious person who would grant him his size back.
“Second choice.” Steve griped as he felt defeated. With him annoyed at his mom, he stood up no longer stimulating the nipple.
“This is bullshit,” Steve said under his breath unaware his mom heard him.
“Oh, are you done rubbing my nipple?” Linda fumed after she heard his complaint.
“Yeah, I’m tired, mom. I think I need some rest.” Steve replied.
“Okay.” Linda squealed as she flung her son off her breast which forced him to roll on her queen-sized bed. “I’ll just go watch some TV.”
“TV?” Steve thought on her blankets as Linda stood with her gigantic naked body in front of her son. Secretly, Steve wished to watch television as it would give him something else to think about than his current situation with his mom, yet the boy had enough of his mom for one day. This time away would give him a chance to devise a plan for his future escape.
After Linda finished getting dressed a couple of minutes later, she walked over to her son who pretended to be asleep on her mattress. Edging her face closer to her son, Linda wanted to give him a goodnight kiss. With the ceiling light going dark from Linda’s head covering it, Steve sensed a colossal force growing nearer to him. Opening his eyes in fear that it might be his mother’s butt, Steve saw the woman’s lips descending upon him. Steve perceived Linda’s notion as if she wished to eat him; Steve began squealing like a pig about to be slaughtered.
Linda opened her eyes to watch her son’s pathetic attempt to run away from her on the sheets. Grabbing him with her two fingers, she opened up her spandex legging to place him in there with her vagina again.
“I mean since you have so much energy that you wish to run,” Linda said as she sealed her leggings closed. “Might as well do some good with it in my pants.”
Linda walked to her kitchen after her appetite grew from her masturbation session. Searching through her fridge, she pulled out a bag of baby carrots and headed to her green recliner to watch her TV. Linda sat near the TV with Steve unable to rest due to the heat and humidity inside Linda’s underwear.
The heat and humidity dampened in the back of Nicki’s pants on her two captives as the girl lost count of how many shots she had taken. With Emily not wanting to surpass her already drunken state, she rejected Nicki’s free liquor placed on her step-father’s card which forced Nicki to drink with other girls in the club.
“Another round, girls?” Nicki exclaimed after she downed her shot glass clean with the group.
The group consented mainly to send the trashed girl away with her getting all touchy and overemotional with them. Nicki stumbled into a couple of chairs to jolted her bugs side to side in her tight pocket. After fumbling into a table, Nicki rested her arms on the table as she felt her liquor climbing back up her esophagus. Swallowing the nastiness back down to her stomach, Nicki tried to get ahold of herself before walking to the bar.
“Nicki, stop,” Emily said as she stepped in front of her.
“Get… Get out my way.” The blonde girl stuttered as she wished to drink even more. Pushing her friend to the side, Nicki walked up to the bartender who gave Nicki an annoyed look.
“Four shots of Hennessy for me and my girlfriends,” Nicki demanded in her drunk charismatic voice. “Put it on my dad's- my tab.”
“No.” The thirty-something-year-old redneck man replied as he continued to clean his work area.
“Excuse me?” Nicki said.
“You’re way too drunk to be having any more shots,” the bartender replied. “We don’t need you to be throwing up in here.”
“Do you know who I am?” Nicki responded as her anger rose. “It’s my birthday today!”
“I don’t care.” The bartender said nonchalantly with no fear of the short blonde girl.
“I have a shrink ray.” Nicki threatened with the indication of using it on him.
After the man scoffed by him knowing weapons are prohibited inside the club, he lost his composure and yelled. “Get the fuck out of here!”
“That’s it.” Nicki said as the man broke the straw. Fumbling through her small purse, she searched for her shrink ray after forgetting she left it outside with the bouncer. With her embarrassed after a few seconds of trying to find it, Nicki’s cheeks turned red as if she ate something spicy again.
“I said get the fuck out of here!” The guy repeated in a meaner tone as Nicki ran back to the group of girls with tears down her face.
“Oh my gosh? What happened?” One of the girls asked Nicki as they sat at their table.
“He… yelled… at me… for no reason.” Nicki said as she could hardly speak of how distraught she felt.
“Who?” The girl asked Nicki.
“Him.” She directed her finger towards the bartender.
“I swear- the service here is ass,” Another one of the girls said. “First the bouncer gropes my ass, and now this. We have got to teach this guy a lesson, too.”
After the group of three girls rose from their seats, they walked to the bartender as they told Nicki to follow them. The man, already busy from his heavy night, sighed after he saw the angry group of girls pursue him.
“Did you yell at our friend, here?” One of the girls said.
“What do you girls want from me?” The bartender named Drew replied. Ignoring the initial question entirely, Drew sought to resolve their little conflict as soon as possible.
“We want you to apologize to our friend!” Another one of the girls yelled.
“I’m sorry.” The guy said half-heartedly with his hand against the counter. “Is that it?”
The girls looked at each other in utter anger as they sneered.
“Wow say it like you actually mean it next time.” A girl said with the bartender confused.
“Next time?” He wondered when a bright blue beam from a shrink ray hit his face.
The man went from towering over all the girls to the size of an ant in the midst of a second after the ray hit him. His body plunged down on the countertop near where his dirty rag laid as it took no time for him to realize what happened to him.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Drew screamed, but none of the girls could even hear his frail cries.
“Come on. Let’s get out of here.” One of the girls spoke as they knew the cops would be showing up soon to arrest them for using their weapon.
The girls quickly left to the exit as Nicki stood there in her drunken state feeling dazed. She looked at the counter as she saw a small figure running across the table.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” The man squealed as he noticed Nicki’s hazel eyes beaming straight down on him.
Nicki looked like a cat waiting to pounce on its prey with a smirk on her face from the little guy attempting to run for his life. The man yelled trying to appease the giantess for her not to crush him like an ant but was unaware his squeaks went unheard.
“Nicki, what happened?” Emily questioned after the bright light blinded the place as she saw her best friend dazed out of her mind.
“Nobody move.” The owner named Cathy commanded the other two bartenders behind the counter. “I’ve already called the cops, and they’ll be reviewing the security footage for the perps that ran out.”
“I knew I should have worn underwear today.” One of the bartenders in a black skirt named Debbie murmured to herself as the owner, Cathy, started crawling on the floor with a flashlight.
“He’s got to be here somewhere. The question is how small he is right now.” The owner said as looked shined the light on the floor.
“An ant.” Nicki thought still eying the little guy running to the bartender, Debbie.
“The girl used a shrink ray know to decrease people to the size of an ant.” The bartender informed the woman.
“I know, but God only knows if it was on full power.” The owner sniped back. “I’m never going to find him.”
“Tell him to run into the light. He’s still human. He understands words.” Debbie said frustrating the owner even more.
“Alright, Drew. Run towards the light.” The middle-aged woman said in a mocking tone.
By coincidence, a tiny indoor ant happened to get lost from its tribe and stumbled into the emitted light. A quick shriek of relief came from Cathy’s mouth as she watched the small figure pause in fear of seeing a giant human. Picking the little guy up with the tips of her fingernails, the owner turned to Debbie.
“Quickly, get me a cup,” Cathy ordered as she didn’t want to crush and drop the little thing.
The bartender grabbed a clean whiskey glass and handed it over to the owner. She dropped the tiny ant in it as she still didn’t recognize the figure with it being too dark.
“Do not serve anyone that cup.” The owner ordered as she placed it on the back counter next to the fireball whiskey. “I don’t need a lawsuit on my hands for an employee being devoured by an oblivious customer.”
Nicki watched the shrunken bartender finish his last few strides to Debbie. Licking her lips to scare him as he scared her, the man began jumping up at his coworker in fear.
“Debbie! Debbie! Debbie!” The man screamed as loud as he could to no avail. The only girl who could see him was the one who wished to eat him.
“We should probably get cleaning if the cops are coming,” Debbie said in disappointment as she grabbed the dirty rag and began wiping up and down on the counters.
Drew panicked as the rag scooched closer to where he lingered. With no choice but to worship the only person who noticed him, he dropped down to his knees and prayed.
“Help me! Help me!” The man begged to the trashed birthday girl, but Nicki took no affirmative action leaving him to fend for himself.
The rag swept right next to him as the guy ran to the clear side of the table before the cloth could brush back. Drew wiped some sweat off his face in relief that he managed to save himself as Debbie proceeded to finish the rest of the countertop.
“You missed a spot.” The blonde drunk girl boomed as the shrunken man’s hair stood up with goosebumps.
“Oh, did I?” The bartender replied to the drunk.
“Right there.” Nicki pointed near where the bug stood.
Not wanting to enrage the drunk, the bartender retrieved the rag and proceeded to rub around where she pointed without her able to see any streak or mark.
“Further down,” Nicki commanded as the girl moved the rag closer to her. In the nick of time, the man broke to his left once again evaded being flung off the table.
“To your right,” Nicki stated as she slid the rag in the opposite direction of the bug. “No. Left.”
Debbie grunted as she grew agitated of Nicki’s game. Quickly moving the rag to her left, she forcefully swept anything on the counter to her. Debbie acted too fast for the man as she caught him with the edge of the rag and flung him off his stable platform into the air. Falling down the massive drop against Debbie’s skirt, the man screamed while spiraling to his near death. Luckily, a loose thread stuck out on the bottom of the skirt, something Debbie meant to cut with her scissors this morning, saved Drew with him clinging to it.
“You got him, or I mean it.” Nicki giggled after thinking she ended the man as she stumbled away. “Where’s the restroom here?”
“I’m sorry. It’s her first-time drinking.” Emily stated as she chased after her friend.
Debbie rolled her eyes with her now focused on her appearance for the police. She’d seen what happened to her coworker and expected the police to question her about it.
“Woo!” The shrunken bartender yelled out as he dangled from a thread in the air. He managed to cheat death and had Debbie's laziness to thank for it.
With the amount of adrenaline pumping through his body, Drew felt like he could do anything. Then, it hit Drew. He and his friends always wondered what color of panties Debbie wore, and he was in the perfect position to find it out today.
Climbing his body closer to the black crepe skirt, he stuck his head into the dark open space. He felt like he could smell the atmosphere inside there enriched with the woman’s pheromones excreting from her vagina.
“I always knew her pussy smelled.” The shrunken man commented as he peered up to complete darkness. “I have to find out for everyone.”
The bartender pulled his phone out of his pocket which shrunk with him in the altercation with the women. Turning his flash on his phone, he snapped a picture. The light reflected poorly off the walls of her skirt where it finally met up with the woman’s naked cooch.
“Holy shit,” Drew said sternly as he examined the photo. “That’s a naked pussy if I ever saw one.”
“Police are outside.” The middle-aged owner snapped as she crept behind the bar to retrieve the whiskey cup with the ant inside it. “You guys better not do anything stupid.”
“You guys better not do anything stupid.” The shrunken bartender mocked the giantess as he heard her heels stepping away.
“Why couldn’t Cathy be the one who shrunk?” The man thought as he scrolled through his text messages. Searching for the group chat with his boisterous boys from work and school, he finally found the chat with the names stating ‘John, Tim, Sam + 9.’
“I didn’t realize we had so many in the crew.” The bug whispered to himself as he uploaded the picture quickly with him curious about how his friends would react to this vital news.
Many of them perceived women as objects, and they would guess what color of panties they would wear before they got in their pants. Debbie refused any of the boys’ advances which left her underwear a mystery until now.
‘Debbie ain’t got knickers. What a major slut.’ The caption read as the shrunken guy hit send. Little did he know that message would land him in a heap of trouble for his life to proceed.
The first person to respond was John who sent ‘Awesome. Nice pic. How’d you get it?’ which made Drew chuckle.
‘I have my ways.’ Drew responded ambiguously with him too embarrassed to admit his true size to his boys.
Drew hung on the edge of the skirt for a minute after sniffing between Debbie's legs again as he got an erection. He prepared to stroke his meat when his phone vibrated again.
‘What the fuck?!’ Stephanie texted in the chat to the two perverts. Drew jolted unsure of how Stephanie got into their conversation as another person began to type.
“This is seriously fucked up guys.” Aubrey messaged as Drew panicked. Checking all the recipients at the top, Drew realized he sent the picture to his workgroup with the only other message in the thread being from Cathy from a few months ago talking about the work time for St. Patrick’s Day.
“Fuck me!” Drew yelled as he realized Debbie and Cathy were part of the recipients. Climbing the woman’s skirt out of sheer fear, Drew watched Debbie scrape her giant hand along the bottom of her skirt to find him.
“I know you’re here, Drew. Don’t make me shake my skirt to fling you off like a bug.” The giantess boomed as Drew gulped in fear.
Letting go of the skirt topped his most dangerous list in life, but Drew had no other choice other than to fall and die when she started shaking her skirt for him. Drew screamed and let go of his safety into the giant palm of his coworker, Debbie.
“This is an ant, ma’am.” The detective said as she examined the tiny critter with a magnifying glass.
“No, that is Drew,” Cathy corrected as she still naively believed it. “He listens to my commands and everything.”
“What’s that look like to you?” Officer Rachel said to the female bouncer that squashed the other shrunken ant at the door.
“Definitely an ant,” She replied hastily not wanting to get involved in the argument.
“Ma’am, I hate to say it, but you’re going to have to shut down the club. You have a confirmed missing person inside there, and God only knows if those women shrunk anyone else in private.”
“I understand.” The owner griped for how bad this would look for business. Her phone vibrated for the third time in the same minute as she pulled it free from her pocket to check it.
“God, I hate ants,” Rachel stated as she smeared the insect against the glass of the whiskey cup with her index finger and threw the cup with the weapons. “All these weapons are hereby confiscated and will be coming with us. If people don’t like it, they can kiss my ass.”
“Hold on, officer. I think I got something.” Cathy said eagerly as she showed her phone to the dirty blonde woman. “See, I think I found where Drew went.”
Rachel read the messages as her eyes widened at the darkened picture. Her eyes peeked in anger as it reminded her of a graphic case she pursued in the past.
“Oh, that’s something all right. That’s shrunken sexual assault.” Detective Rachel informed Cathy as she barged through the club door.
Debbie felt Drew plop in her hand which made her feel powerful that she could command her coworker to do something on a whim by making a little threat. After scooting her hand near her eyes, she watched the guy run around her palm like a chicken with no head.
“Cut the music!” Detective Rachel yelled as she stormed into the club.
“Umm.. Miss. A shrunken guy is swimming in the toilet of the woman’s restroom.” A random girl said to the police officer immediately after she entered.
“What?” The dirty blonde questioned as she walked towards the bar.
“Do you want us to just flush him?” The girl asked.
“No. Save him. I got something planned for him.” Rachel said as she dashed to Debbie.
“Uh oh! You better run.” Debbie whispered to Drew as the officer approached the counter with Cathy shortly behind her.
Drew dashed hoping that Debbie would lose him at his current size as she focused on the detective. Instead, Debbie pointed down at Drew giving the detective a clear visual on him from the get-go.
“I love when we have runners. I love feeling their little guts crush under my palm.” The woman bragged to Debbie as she tracked the criminal in pursuit with her right hand.
Taunting him for a little bit longer, Drew could not anticipate when she would crush him which caused him to freak out. Cathy crept over the other side of the counter and loomed over the bug. Picking him up with relative ease, her fingernails dug into his skin as he screamed at his now former boss to put him out of his misery.
“No need for any killing.” The oblivious woman said as Drew tried dangling his way out of her tight grip on him.
“You’re right. We could always use more ant-sized people in the medical field.” Rachel replied as Drew threw a tantrum at Cathy. “Who knows? This pervert may get lucky and be able to explore vaginas for a living. I heard it's becoming quite popular for tiny prisoners to check on the babies during pregnancy.”
“I know my rights. I demand an attorney.” The bug squeaked as Cathy’s fingers opened. He screamed until landing in the detective’s palm where a phone camera got shoved in his face.
“Smile,” Debbie said as she took a picture for the group text to let them know that Drew was apprehended for his stunt.
“It’s only fair.” The detective said allowing the picture as the guy took a picture of the woman’s vagina.
“What happened here?” Nicki asked as she stumbled up to the crowd.
“Some prevent got caught looking up this woman’s skirt.” Detective Rachel replied as she pointed at Debbie with the ant in her other hand. Nicki giggled as she recognized the tiny figure.
“Say goodbye little man.” Rachel said as she unzipped her pocket on the side of her thigh and dropped him inside there. Zipping him inside there to prevent any escape, the woman proceeded to the restroom to check on this other case.
“Nicki let’s go. My mom is waiting outside.” Emily said impatiently. Nicki tried to remember what she forgot as she left the club unaware she forgot multiple items: her dad’s credit card, her new shrink ray, and little Jake who was about to be arrested by the detective in a minute.
In the back of Nicki’s pants only remained Eric, he screamed and pounded on the thick flesh of Nicki’s right butt cheek to try to tell her something, yet Nicki could not feel any of his pathetic attempts. A few minutes ago, Nicki used the restroom as she wobbled back in forth to fit her tight jeans around her waist. This knocked the boys around the pocket eventually catapulting Jake into the toilet from her stall for other girls to find him.