"I meant what I said. You would have to stay with me for the rest of your life. If you were ever separated from me, and you told the authorities, you know what would happen to me. But, what about you? Think about it, the federal government would whisk you away to some lab some place. If you're lucky you would live out your days with experiments ran on you constantly, but… Just look how tiny you are compared to me. How difficult do you think it would be for them to do research on someone who isn't even an inch tall? How could they attach electrodes... get a blood sample? Gosh. No, I'm pretty sure they would... dissect... you. I'm sorry to tell you that, but that's what I think. It might not be ethical, but it's logical."

Linda stared sadly into the tiny face.

"I'm sorry for what I did to you earlier… I was just so angry with you after what Mike told me you did, before he asked me to… you know. But, sweetie, you have got to prove to me that you're serious about this. You have to! You said anything. I heard you, you said I could do anything I wanted to you if I just kept you safe from Mike. So…"

Linda frowned, silent for a moment, apparently deep in thought. She looked away from the sprite, glancing around the bathroom before freezing in place to seemingly listen intently for a moment. She looked relieved and worried.

"I thought I heard him. He has to be getting impatient with me. Wondering what I am doing. But, does he think it's easy to look like this?" Linda smiled and then grew a bit sad, "I am so fucking weak sometimes. I let him talk me into this. He didn't even come with me! Leaving me all alone to deal with his unfaithful girlfriend and his roommate."

Linda frowned, apologetically.

"I'm sorry, well, you were unfaithful, weren't you? Well, maybe you were just weak. Nobody deserves to be… tiny, you know... because of that," Linda shook her vast, beautiful head, "you are like this because I was weak."

Linda smiled sympathetically.

"Weakness can be good though, right? I'm going to help you… save you, because I am weak. God, Linda, coerced by someone the size of a bug. How do you do this to yourself?"

Linda brought in her index fingertip to caress the tiny head with the enormous red fingernail. She stopped before she touched her, realizing that she could not, and should not comfort her like that. She hesitantly raised her fingertip and looked at it idly as she spoke.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to remind you."

Linda was in thought silently for a bit. She sighed, and appeared sadly committed to an idea.

"Okay. Alright. I hate to do this to you, you poor thing, but I have to make sure that you're committed to this. Mike seems nice enough, I know, but if he's really pushed… Okay. I'll save you from Mike, I will never let him step on you… crush you… like a cigarette butt, that's what he… well, that's not going to happen to you. He won't be doing that to you. Now, this is going to be terrible, what I'm going to do to you, but I have to know. If you're going to stay with me, you have to get used to my size, used to me… touching you… handling you… and... sweetie... sometimes in the spring, spiders come into the house. You're going to have to be very close to me at all times. But especially then, and through the summer. I can't be expected to spot every single bug! No one could do that! I will have to always know where you are... and you're so tiny. So... you might have to be… on… me. When you're not in your little doll house, or whatever we decide on."

Linda brought her closer to her face and smiled, awkwardly and sweetly.

"You think I'm… pretty, don't you? I mean, you know. Not in that way, it wasn't meant that way, honestly. Just… to protect you, from the bugs who might get inside. If you think I'm pretty maybe it won't be so bad for you. Do you?"

Her tiny Brenda look-alike nodded slowly.

"I'm so sorry. I know this won't be much of a life for you. I'm sorry for that. But you'll be safe, and alive! I'm not really a bad person! But since you're so tiny… you and I, we will have to be sort of… intimate, you know. For your own safety! Spiders, cockroaches, mosquitoes, who knows what else. Oh god, those nasty silverfish things... sometimes...well.”

The beautiful titaness shivered in disgust.

“I promise to... keep... you somewhere that isn't too bad. Someplace I can keep track of you. On my tummy, or my leg, in my hand... maybe... I'm so sorry! But, maybe tucked carefully into the top of my bra... but only when I have to! In an emergency! When there isn't a choice! Okay. Well, splinters, stray eyelashes. Whatever else seems reasonable. In return... you'll be alive and I'll be good to you! So, you have to prove to me... I'm going to do something you won't like. Don't struggle. You have to prove to me that it's worth keeping you safe. Keeping you hidden from Mike. Betraying the trust a son has with his mother, and living with that guilt while I protect you from this terrible predicament Mike and I… Don't struggle, sweetie, and do as I say. It will be over soon and you will be safe. Mike will never squish you. Do as I say, please. Just prove to me you are... I'm sorry for this, sweetie but I have to know for sure you are not lying to me too."

Linda lowered the little being and gently deposited her onto her forearm.

"You will have to get used to this, unless you want to take your chances with the spiders. Some of them are quite big sometimes. This isn't so bad, is it?"

The fairy-girl rolled, disturbed and wincing, she was upon her knees and was trying to keep the sea of shin-length blonde hairs from touching her. She pushed one off of her thigh in disgust, but the wiry and translucent golden filament snapped back across her skin. A mammoth, well manicured hand hovered a respectful distance from her and the same fingertip she had clung to lightly caressed the golden crop, dimpling the tanned skin beneath it as it roamed.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think about… my hair… you are just so tiny! If you pass your... umm... audition, Brenda, I'll wax or get one of those ultraviolet gadgets. If you want me to. I would do that for you, you know, to make you feel comfortable for when you… I've never done that to my arms. I'm very light blonde. Fortunate, I guess."

Linda gave her an apologetic look, slightly pouty and solemn.

"You are going to have to be on me, on my skin for a long time sometimes. If we are watching television, or I am reading to you, or something. Can you come to me? It isn't too much for you, is it? Could you just… crawl across my arm? I know I am frightening to you. But you have to try, you have to show me. You won't be happy staying all locked away in a dollhouse or wandering around some scale tabletop town made for a train set. You have to accept me the way I am. After all, I will be caring for you completely. Think about that, all that work, all that time and care. It will be real work, no matter how tiny you are! Could you do that? If I was an inch tall and had to rely on you for the rest of my life? Could you? Okay. Please... come over here, you can do it, I know you can. You have to get used to your new size, to being on me. Otherwise…"

The fingertip tapped lightly at a spot on the swell of the forearm near to the elbow crease. The naked sprite hesitatingly started to crawl through the wiry, curved filaments which evenly studded the entire narrow landscape. Her hair was pulled away from her head by them as she passed, they poked her in the chest and legs, they threatened her face. She raised up into a stoop and would awkwardly step over them, occasionally dropping back to all fours when the wildly focally-distorted titaness would move slightly.

"See? It isn't so bad! But I think for both our sakes I will have to begin doing home hair-removal. Just one more hobby to undertake, I guess. But I can already see it would make you much happier."

The tiny thing drew close to the enormous hand. The elegant thumb and index finger shifted as she approached and they loosely faced each other at the spot Linda designated as her finish line.

Linda fought not to grin as her tiny Brenda-girl approached her hand. She thought to herself how humbling it must be to volunteer yourself to be pinched up like a bug in another person's fingers. Linda loved how they felt, how they looked as she pinched them. A whole person, memory, motivations, hopes, opinions, deadlines, mortgages, genitalia, faces and hairstyles. All of that halted, overruled and trembling between her fingers, wide-eyed, helpless and rendered completely inert. Linda did not disappoint her. The tiny girl shivered as Linda's lovely enforcers took control of her, molding to her and effortlessly rescinding everything but breath, thought and blood flow.

"Thank you, Brenda. Now I know, I really do. You and I will be able to sit together. I'll be able to look after you as carefully as I must. Now, let's see, eyelashes. Hmm. Well, I am not going to introduce you to my eyes, to my face. I don't have enough room in here to lie down and frankly it frightens me a little bit to have you so close to one of my eyes. I might flinch. I don't want to hurt you, I just want you to know what your life will be like if I save you from becoming a bloodstain in a paper towel. Oh god!”

Linda's mouth hung open in horror for a moment. She slowly shook her head and then brought the tiny college girl closer, staring into the tiny face sadly. Finally, Linda stopped brooding and fought to become constructive once again.

“Okay. Let's see then. Splinters I guess… But, you were just on my arm, and in my hand. I am very sorry, but you have become very familiar with my great big fingers. Those would get the most splinters. I know! You won't like it, but… aren't you proving something to me? Aren't you earning your clemency? So take deep breaths and be strong. You deserve to live, don't you? I think so"

Linda placed her carefully in her palm for a moment so she could pick her up in a slightly adjusted pinch. She stood up and slowly turned around, facing the toilet. She raised one beautiful foot and placed it softly on the toilet lid. The tiny, unfortunate girl could no longer see her face. Linda lowered her hand slowly to her foot and as she did so she whispered to her, a little, evil smile playing across her lips.

"I'm sorry for this. Don't struggle. Don't do that. If you need to scream, I understand. You scream a lot, don't you? It must be very frightening to be so tiny."

The tiny girl hovered over the enormous toes and then she was brought to the outside, over the pinky toe.

"Splinters. What if there is a splinter right here?"

The tiny body was gently laid onto the closed crevice between her smallest and fourth toes. Linda could feel the halting sobs ripple across her own skin. "This one time, I got a splinter in there, right there, between these two toes. I think it was a tiny thorn. I couldn't see it. It festered terribly, all red and swollen. But... you could have found it, easily! I know that's a terrible thing to ask of you, but... well... I'm sorry."

The little naked fairy-girl shifted, hugging her own torso tightly, "Oh! Please, don't-" Linda's massive toes reared upwards as they spread, "You're tickling me!" There was an almost imperceptable cry as the young woman tried to cling to Linda's flesh. She slipped between the two massive digits as they relaxed again to the toilet seat.

"Oh no!" The tiny thing was thrashing in panic against the immoveable walls, "Hold still! I'll get you out of there! Just hold still!" Linda's thumb and index finger intercepted the clenched toes as they raised. For a moment the poor thing was enclosed completely in a box composed of finger and toe flesh. Linda paused for a second like that and savored the tiny, quivering lump she had trapped. "Easy now, there we go!" The girl was carefully retrieved.

"Whew. Well, you did very good. If Mike wonders where I am, I might have to hide you. I told you, if you have to scream, do it. But not if Mike is here. Or he might find you, and neither of us want that."

Linda raised her up again and she stood slowly. Linda's face was sad but she gave her a brave smile.

"There is something we haven't discussed. But it is important, very important, now I think about it. So, I want to wash you off. Is that okay? I'll be so gentle with you, I promise."

Linda brought her to the sink and turned on the faucets. She adjusting the water until it was tepid and then she filled up her cupped palm. She lowered her plaything into her temporary pool and let go of her. Linda smiled down at her, enchanted, truly enjoying the sight. She swiped her finger across the dry bar of soap and began to scrub her as gently as she could. What Linda did was very brief and to the point. When she deemed the tiny college girl clean she took her back up again and refilled her hand. She rinsed her off and then raised her to her face.

"This next thing will be very important for us. What if I get a cavity? What if something gets stuck between my teeth and I can't get it out, even with floss, dried thyme can do that, sticking into a gum. Or a popcorn hull. That happens all the time to people. Sometimes they can't get it out for a whole day. This is something you will have to do every once in a while for me, if I save your life. I know it's going to be scary, I'm sorry. But if you can't do this… You can scream, I understand."

Linda gathered her up gently and lovingly. She raised the tiny form to her lips and smiled sweetly. The fairy-girl was trembling terribly and Linda felt a little thrill at it.

"Just for a minute, I promise."

Linda slowly opened her mouth, the straight, perfect teeth gleamed with saliva. She leaned forward, looking in the mirror and gently deposited the tiny creature onto her tongue. Linda fought not to move too much and she ached so badly. She pressed a hand firmly between her legs and her eyebrows raised sympathetically as she fought not to quiver.

The tiny girl laid still on the enormous, pebbly tongue. Linda could taste the remnants of the soap, the perfume of it slightly bitter. A stream of saliva shot from a salivary gland involuntarily, a narrow, squirting stream, and it coated the upper molars on one side of the pink cavern. At this the tiny thing began to wail. Linda watched the tiny fairy within the vast frame of her beautiful lips, laying demurely, centered upon the great stage of her tongue. The corners of Linda's mouth fought to upturn into a smile. The wail grew stronger and Linda could see her look about wildly in disbelief at the enormous features which surrounded her.

Then the tiny girl caught sight of herself in the mirror. Linda could feel the clenching of tiny fingers as the wail turned into a hysterical scream. It was enough. Any moment now the Brenda would break and begin thrashing. Linda's reached in and extricated her.

She placed her in her palm and sat back down on the closed toilet. She brought her face down and looked at her with concern.

"You did it! I know it was bad, but you'll only have to be in there a short time. Maybe, if we're lucky, you'll never have to go in that awful place again. I want to touch you. But I don't want to scare you. Besides, the worst is yet to come. I know what the final test is going to be now. Just one more and I will believe you. Then, it's you and I against all those spiders and mosquitoes. We are going to be good friends, believe it or not. Just one more test."

Linda sat quietly as the tiny thing regained her composure. They stared at each other for a bit and then Linda realized something.

"You know what? I don't even know your name. What's your name?"

Linda brought her up to her ear and listened intently before bringing her back in front of her enormous face

"Jesse. Jesse! That's a nice name, Jesse! Okay. Are you ready for the last test? This is going to be terrible. But, just remember why you're doing this. Why it is I can't take you at your word yet. You've done so very good so far. When I said you couldn't even help me with my nails it seemed like you didn't agree with that. Maybe you're right. I don't know. But, neither one of us really wants you to die."

Linda scooted back against the tank of the toilet. She place the heel of her left foot on the toilet seat's edge. The huge toes slowly wiggled for a moment. Linda lowered the wet girl down until she floated in front of the enormous big toe. She brought her to the thick edge of the toenail and paused there for a moment.

"My toes are so big compared to you, Jesse! Well, I suppose I don't need to be telling you that. I guess it's pretty obvious, isn't it? It is amazing to me how tiny… well... I'm sorry about what I did to you earlier, you know... how I… kept you… trapped, in that terrible place. In my... well... you know. I'm so sorry!”

Linda wiggled her enormous pretty toes and felt a spasm shoot through the tiny body she clasped so delicately, deliciously between her fingers. It settled into a slight, barely perceptible trembling.

"Maybe you can help me with my nails, I hope so. You're so small. I don't think it would be safe for you to paint them, not at all. Those terrible fumes and chemicals. But there are other things that you might be able to do. Everyone likes designs on their nails nowadays, it's very trendy- they make these sheets, they are like decals. You know, like those model kits for boys, how they put those numbers on the little race cars? Decals, that's what those are. But with you being so tiny, maybe you could paint designs on my nails? You could turn me into the nail art queen! I would really like that, and I think it would be good for you to have some sort of an outlet. Something to do. Well, that's just a thought. I know that… after what I did… You're probably frightened of me. Of my toes. It seems like such a silly thing to say, but I understand. Just look at you, poor thing! You're just so tiny!"

The trembling was fading. She was very adaptive, resilient. Linda would have probably liked her had things turned out differently. Linda sighed and scooted her foot back further, anchoring it underneath of her comfortably on the toilet seat.

"Well, every time I go to paint my nails, you know, after I take the polish off, there are a lot of things I have to do to get them ready. To prepare them, you know. Maybe you could help me somehow with that? You are very tiny. It wouldn't be much of a trouble for you, I think. It's always so awkward to care for my toenails. You know what I mean, I bet. You like having nice nails, don't you Jesse? I can't imagine my son being with someone who didn't take good care of their nails. They say men often look for someone who reminds them of their mother. Well, I've always taken pride in having nice nails. There is just something about it. Do you know what's odd, Jesse, now that I think about it? Mike painted my toenails yesterday. Don't you think that was nice of him? What do you think? Did he do a good enough job for a first-timer?"

Linda slightly arched her mighty big toe until Jesse's tiny face hovered just above it, close enough that her fairy-breaths fogged the shiny, cool surface of the tastefully long toenail with condensation. Jesse began trembling again and the ghost of a tiny whimper reached Linda's ears.

"He wanted to do something nice for his mother. I really appreciated it. So, I think maybe you won't mind doing this for me. I would appreciate that too, Jesse. After all, you are so tiny and it is so awkward for me. But it won't be any trouble for you. Don't struggle, Jesse. Remember what you did to Mike. He was going to marry you! Well, you don't need reminding. I apologize. I am his mother after all, please understand my position. Okay Jesse… I'll need you to do this sometimes, once in a while, along with the other things. But, I spend a lot of time on my nails. You'll most likely only have to do this two or three times a week, tops. But maybe not just when I paint my toenails, it depends. You'll probably be able to let me know when it needs to be done. You are not going to die, Jesse. I promise you, Mike will never have the chance to smash you into a paste. Now prove to me you're sincere! Once and for all."

Linda inserted Jesse's tiny head up underneath her long toenail. Immediately the screams issuing forth from that tiny place were incredible to listen to. Linda used Jesse's tiny wet head to gently clean up underneath of her toenail. Linda was shaking with an endless, silent giggle. She ran the tiny head softly against the underside of her toenail. Stroking the squeaking, squealing little nib against the hard, slick, unvarnished shell. Then she began to explore using the college girl's upper body as a gentle probe, keeping her clamped in her monstrous fingertips from her elbows down to the tips of her toes. Linda softly wedged the tiny head and shoulders into the furthest recesses underneath her long toenail. She would leave her there for a moment, savoring the terrible juxtaposition, before dragging her slowly on to another part of the tacky crevice. Linda investigated the outer edges of the wide under hang using the tiny, wiggling head, where her toenail dove and was anchored to the dense flesh. It was a long five minutes, Linda supposed, being pinched like that, dealing with all of that.

Linda pulled Jesse carefully out from underneath her huge toenail. She delicately slid the tiny breasts and face across the top edge of the nail lightly, catching sight of the little opaque trail of sweat and funk they left behind as a thin demarcation of where the nail ended, where the careful shaping began. "I think Mike did an excellent job, don't you? You'll help me with my nails, won't you, Jesse?" Linda slowly dragged the tiny woman's upper body lightly across the long toenail of her arched big toe, "I would like that. You can help me keep them nice. I think that will be fun for the both of us! My toes deserve attention." She was smiling as the tiny face was stroked across her cuticle.

She arched her toe and lightly pressed the front side of the fairy-girl into the vast middle of her toe's print for a moment. She wanted to do so much more, but she had already cheerfully and silently screamed, “Surprise!” into the tiny sweaty body and desperate, doom-addled brain.

True to her end of the bargain, tiny Jesse didn't struggle through it all. But, honestly, it wasn't fair, she would not have been able to do more than shrug or throw her tiny head about on the end of her neck.

Finally she removed her from her foot entirely. Linda deposited Jesse into her palm. The tiny thing was nearly broken for the moment. She lay in a despondent heap and would not look at Linda, she did not even make an attempt at wiping the horror from her body. She had only the hope that she might live. Now that was assuredly almost as bad as death, at least for the moment it seemed so. Linda was not her reluctant savior. Linda was not weak, like she had said. When Linda had referred to her in cute affectation as a bug it wasn't an endearment. Linda had meant it.

"Let me just clean you up in a nice bath again and then while you rest I'll get Steve. You can say goodbye to him before he goes to the party. I believe you, Jesse. You will never betray me. I'm going to keep my end of our bargain and do my utmost to protect you from my son. I hope you and I can become good friends. We're going to be very close, you and I. It's over now, my teentsy tiny fairy-girl. Come on, let's get you clean."

Jesse was limp and in shock as Linda's enormous fingertips gently tended to her. When she was done, Linda nestled her down into the earring box. "There we go, all nice and clean," Linda's voice thundered, the sound waves causing a momentary itch which raced across the tiny woman's skin. Jesse's eyes were clamped shut and she could not stop violently trembling.

Jesse was in shock, her nervous system was overloaded, she could only quake. Warm air rushed over her and Jesse dared to peek. Linda's huge face hovered just outside the box, filling the space beyond it like a cinema screen. The enormous blue eyes were right there, taking in her tiny form. One hand was curled directly over the tiny woman's box, monstrous, well-kept fingertips poised to pinch. The beautiful mouth slid into a smile. Jesse trembled violently as the gargantuan digits dipped into the tiny box, blotting out the vast cheerful face beyond it.

"Aww. Poor thing! You're a wreck, aren't you? I can't have Steve seeing you like this. You look like a broken toy, Jesse! You need to keep your dignity. Shh. It's okay! I won't hurt you."

With infinite care the colossal thumb and index fingertips lowered until the nail tips touched the bottom of the ominously creaking and shifting box on each side of her. They gently closed on Jesse's tiny body, compacting and trapping her in their fingernails rock-hard vice like a bit of lint. Linda was grinning down on her, the soft and naked form was trapped against the underside of the pinching fingernails. The tiny head was visibly quaking where it stuck out sideways from between the gently clenched, ruby-red surfaces. Linda raised her upwards and smirked at the tiny, wide-eyed face. Jesse was trying to scream, but only a hoarse rasping warble left her twitching mouth.

"I won't tell Steve where you've been... Where I stuck your... Well, it will be our little secret. He doesn't ever need to know about our girl time together. Here, let's just make you presentable."

The flawless hand twisted slightly and laid Jesse down again face-up and straight in the center of the box. Linda's face came in even closer and her platinum blonde hair cascaded, rustling and scraping against the outside walls of the earring box. Linda's happy blue eyes guided her mighty thumb and forefinger. The huge curving nail-tips delicately captured Jesse's tiny calves and arms in careful pinches. The tiny limbs were rearranged conscientiously, nicely. Jesse was limp, but screamed the entire time as the dreadful fingernails gently captured and placed her delicate limbs. Linda callously ignored her terrified protests and her own colossal mouth's whispered words overpowered the tiny screams.

"The next time we get together for our girl time, I'll try and be even more gentle with you, I promise! Maybe we can try putting all of you underneath one of my toenails? I bet you'll fit! Then I can leave you there! Only while you're cleaning, of course! I'm not some kind of a monster, no matter what you might think. You're just helping me Jesse. Helping me to be pretty! Oh, sweetie, I know! I have two big toes, don't I? Well, we'll work up to that. I know you're just a teeny-tiny little thing. I completely understand. I won't be disappointed in you. So, don't you worry your tiny little head about that! Just think! You're mine now! Isn't that wonderful? My very own tiny little bug-girl."

Finally the colossal, silvery and gold mountainess smiled, blowing Jesse a kiss before running a pretty fingertip lightly over her and softly closing the lid.

Linda's nipples were hard and almost painful. Her pima cotton shirt had small trailing rivulets of material pushed out and freed by her arousal, cloth contrails which kept her shirt from shaping nicely against her. As Linda stared in the mirror she struggled to recall what memory her shirt had partially unearthed. Long ago, an old boyfriend had taken a picture of Linda while they were drunk, a ski resort if she remembered rightly. She was exiting the cold pool after having just sat for much too long in the heavily mineralized hot spring. She had been captured comically in the photograph, the almost ice cold water cascading neatly in little arches away from her hard nipples, her boyfriend, generally somewhat of a prick, had pronounced her nipples gargoyles. The scary stone waterspouts which surveyed everything from the corners of old castles with their fierce Gothic stares.

The fingertips of one hand rested on the lid of the small earring box. Linda stayed like that for a while, riding through the ache until it was just a restless murmur and uncomfortably clinging moisture. She took a deep breath and then focused again, breaking away from her trance. Picking up the scissors Linda went into the bedroom and unfurled the wrapping paper across her expensive coverlet. She snipped off a square and rolled the now unbalanced, unruly paper back onto it's dusty smelling tube. Linda padded once again into the bathroom and gently lifted the tiny box, sliding the wrapping paper face down beneath it. With that done she was now ready to look to her other plaything.

Linda lifted her thin shirt high and temporarily tucked a wad of it's front hem into the elastic bridge of her bra which spanned between her breasts, keeping it out of the way. Linda came back into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of her bed, arching her back forward, finding the right spot in which she could peer unimpeded at the adhesive anchored bandage. She fought to get a fingernail beneath an edge of the shiny plastic film. Finally she found a spot and slowly peeled back the hastily conceived wall.

It almost looked like Linda had a shallow, sort of ugly belly button. Steve's tan almost blended in with her own, but he was darker, like brown sugar. Linda giggled and it immediately alarmed her as the fleshy foxhole of her belly button quaked violently, precisely in and out. Linda found it quite difficult to stop giggling and she fought against it for more than a minute. This potentially serious predicament caused her to giggle even more and by the time she had tired of that concept as humorous, the tiny, fetally curled form was primordially comical once again.

Finally, Linda managed to calm down. There had been no movement from her remaining passenger. Linda grew a bit worried for him. She brought a finger to her belly button and checked each fingernail in turn against her navel, rejecting each one, it was too much like searching for a correct house key. Her pinky fingernail was the only one even close to a fit. Linda brought it down and hovered it right over the tiny form, trying to assess whether or not there was space anywhere around him for her to slip it in. Linda finally gently covered Steve and her belly button with a flattened palm and she retrieved a makeup compact from her purse. Using the mirror within it she checked out Steve's fit. Maybe this had been a terrible idea, maybe she would have to retrieve her plucking tweezers.

There was space and it was in an exploitable position, right where she needed it. Linda was well aware of the tiny fingers and toes, the knees and vertebrae. She did not know that there were two hundred and six bones in the human body, but she was somewhat close with her imagining. The fingernail was to be angled slightly away from him, she thought, but not enough to pull her bellybutton into distortion and do harm. Linda slowly worked her nail down next to the tangled, naked body. The tiny form worked free easily and as soon as she could Linda gently surrounded him in enormous fingertips.

He was still in an oblong tangle, no longer quite the economical fetal repose. Linda barely brought her fingertips together, realizing for the first time perhaps how clumsily huge she was to them. She tried to not compress his tiny limbs unnaturally and she finally just held her breath and lifted him free. Linda tried to deposit the tiny thing into her palm, but as she opened her digits he was dragged along with her, adhered to her thumb pad. Linda inadvertently played a game of keep-away with the poor, hopelessly sticky thing. He adhered to her fingertip and then to her thumb again, then passed one more time between each of them as his limbs and torso were slowly, randomly worked and endlessly rearranged like a berserk, drunken marionette.

She finally scraped him indignantly into her waiting palm across the swelling at the base of her mighty thumb. Linda's enormous blue eye was immediately lowered over him, flicking about, evaluating each tiny piece. He was breathing, thankfully, and none of the giddily diminutive limbs were unnaturally bent. Linda intruded upon the tiny form with her nails, her best and most trusted tools. She deftly caught lilliputian arms and laid them out naturally. She took hold of tiny feet and thighs between her ridiculously overbuilt wide, red tweezers, pulling and straightening them. Still he did not rouse, but he at least looked much more comfortable, lying there like a survivor from a shipwreck.

The first order of business was to clean him. Linda slowly made her way to the bathroom and turning on the water, adjusted it to body temperature and eased down the pressure to a thin gossamer stream. She took a single drop from it onto her finger and quickly brought that down to the brazen haired, insensible figure. She touched the droplet to a foot and the globule switched allegiances, clinging the thickly to the tiny sole. She continued this activity, covering his lower body with a gleaming, strange collection of transparent globs.

Still no movement.

Linda thought about procuring a cotton swab. But, she had spent enough time with their tiny forms to doubt it, thinking that such a thing would almost be similar to a dense bush made of residential electrical wire. Linda discredited each idea as it came up. The best one by far would be authentic silk, frayed into fluff. Linda knew full well that idea was a hell of a lot of work and maybe impossible, especially with an inch long, naked doll resting in one hand. Jesse and Mike could handle her fingertips, even if she pinned them completely beneath one. He was only unconscious, hopefully, she had cleaned Jesse-bug in just the same way. But Jesse could react and fight to preserve herself. But, Steven? He needed clean and she hadn't thought it through well enough, apparently.

Linda slowly worked the pad of her little finger over the tiny form as she watched from beyond the edge of her hand. She continued to gather droplets, one by one and plunk them down where she needed them. Soon her vaginal secretions which thickly covered him began to work loose, hydrating into a slick slime. A droplet broke loose from her fingertip as she lowered it and it impacted his shoulder, fragmenting into smaller spheres and most of them clung to his chin and across his face. Linda's face raced downwards until a blue eye was able to take him in clearly. His mouth and nose were both covered, it almost looked to be a gleaming, silvery oxygen mask of liquid.

"Shit!"

She wiped it away as best she could with the pad of her finger, trying not to destroy his face with a misplaced fingernail. There was a tiny cough and then another. His toes curled and one leg pivoted into better comfort at the hip. A hand raised and it made it's way to his face. He brushed the water from him in an annoyed fashion.

"Steven. Steevvenn. It's time to wake up."

Linda waited. The signs were promising.

She knew he was awake. You would think that a person might suddenly sit up, or come up out of their slumber screaming and swinging, especially if they were Steve. But it was nothing like that at all. He was lucky, but not lucky enough, because Linda was right there observing. He coughed a little bit more, then the breathing changed, Linda knew that. A hand had tried to dig into the flesh of her palm and his legs shifted for a bit. But Linda's huge eye was right there, and she was holding her breath. As she watched, his head rocked back and forth and then there was a jolt which shuddered through him. He stirred a little bit more, but Linda guessed that now he was on the other side of unconsciousness, the side where she, too, resided.

It was when the tiny, blue capped head centered on the neck, when it pointed straight up, neutral. The balanced starting place where muscles consciously kept it. Then Linda knew he was awake, but more than that, that he was in the driver's seat finally.

"Steven."

As Linda watched something happened. There was some change that she had detected, but what was it? Her gut instinct told her it was his face and as she observed him, Linda realized that most likely he had slowly opened his eyes to slits. Something in her had seen it, but the subconscious is shy to speak to anyone.

Linda whispered to the tiny form, "Steven? Steven. Do you remember me? I'm that lady you met. You remember, don't you, Steven? The really pretty woman. The one you shared something very special with-no, not her, Steven. I said woman, didn't I? She's just a girl, besides, you two were just secret fuck-buddies. She was just your main hook up. I'm not sure that I would phrase what we did and what we are to each other in such vulgar terms. I'm a good girl, Steven. I don't like to talk like that."

His tiny chest was moving faster now. The tiny body looked tense, but Linda couldn't tell. Compared to him, she was made out of something more like dense, pliable stone. She knew he was awake, and listening, probably staring. Linda would turn a screw on him.

"Well, I guess my Romeo is still out cold. My… treasure… must have worn him out."

Linda ran the pad of her little finger down his tiny body. She giggled to herself.

"I should clean him up more. It is five thousand dollars after all. Will he even notice? Mike is just going to kill him anyways. All of him will be just a juicy stain under Mike's foot. Fuck him. He's not going to care. But I can have some fun first."

Linda slid open a drawer in the counter and fished around for a moment, placing several things onto the counter in front of her. Then, Linda bullied the delicate young man's body with her thumb and index finger until she could grasp him between them. She slowly lowered him to the counter top and gracefully laid him down, ever so careful of the tiny skull. The last foot or so until Steven was free was very slowly covered. It was difficult to not crack his tiny head against the marble surface because of the length of her nails. Linda idly wondered if she could actually walk around with one pinched between her fingernails or if it would irreversibly harm them. It would be so much easier that way. Linda was not about to trim her nails, though the tandem-snowmobile-sized instrument next to Steven made it look that way.

Steven did not move after Linda released him. She wondered for a moment if she was wrong, if he was still unconscious. He lay face down and his limbs were twisted in different, awkward directions.

Linda picked up the cigarette lighter and the nail file. She struck the knurled wheel until the fat flame sprang forth. She pass the end of the nail file through it until she could smell it slightly. Linda set it down, the hot, gently pointed end sticking out over the sink. Linda took up the nail clippers and swiveled the lever into place. She squeezed the stainless steel handles of it and watched as the straight, bluntly ground bevels gnashed together.

Was he awake? Or would Linda finish washing him up and place him in the tiny box without having fun?

"Okay, you little bug. I just want a trinket, a keepsake. How often do I steal an experiment from the lab and have so much fun? I will have to be quick to cauterize the wound. But you're just a bug. I wonder what you did to piss off your friend so much?"

Linda carefully pinched, the enormous arched nails gently enclosed most of Steven's left leg between their thick tips. She lifted it up and the rest of his form gave chase limply, sliding and mounding underneath her powerful fingers.

"That looks good. I think I'll take off your foot. Your lucky little foot."

Linda lowered the nail clippers and brought them in line with the almost undetectable ankle.

Steven let out a terrible scream and he was thrashing, tiny clawed hands scraping thin, invisible trackways through the dried soap film on the marble beneath him. Very far above him the golden tyrant was laughing.

She put down the nail clippers and lowered herself to her knees. He was a pitiful sight, a full quarter of his body held fast in such a laughably stupid way. Linda released the toothpick before she broke it or he wrenched it from the socket. He scrambled quite swiftly across the counter.

Steve could not escape her. A tremor rippled through the marble surface beneath him and he was thrown to the cold floor. The impossibly large face had come even closer, lowering down and becoming the sky overhead. Long, platinum blonde locks of hair tumbled and slid, completely obscuring the far edge of this surface. Her bright blue eyes followed him as he ran, both enormous hands were held poised in the air overhead. The elegant fingers, the size of huge trees slammed down one at a time right where he had just been. This frightened Steve to no end, these were gentle, slow presses, perhaps like a hesitant selection on a smart phone's screen. But to Steve each enormous descending fingertip was like a thunderbolt. There was no shelter, no way to get free from beneath the impossible hands and face. There was no escape. The fantastically colossal beauty was going to squish him like a bug. This was just a simple game to her and he knew she would soon grow bored with his pitiful evasions.

Linda made a little game of it for a bit, lightly dabbing the tips of her fingers to the spot he had just left. She leaned in until her breasts pressed against the cabinetry of the sink's home. Then she herded him with her fingers, touching him with her impromptu red prods to cause a sudden change in his direction. As soon as he started to breathe heavily she pounced, stifling and then plucking him skyward.

"I enjoyed that! Oh, Steven! Really, I wouldn't cut off your tiny little foot and keep it! I am not that kind of a monster. You know what I want, Steven. I want all of you! You're just… so dreamy! For shame, Steven. Do you really think I can conceive of such a thing in my little head? It's full of dreams about ponies, and new dance music and brownie recipes! Goodness gracious. You can be so dark sometimes. I'll never understand men. You're all so... you're all just men! Always so rugged and gruff. Taking what you want. You have to be gentle with me, Steven. It's a man's world, after all. I'd be lost without you! Goodness! Now, let's finish getting you cleaned up for the party. Everyone will be there, I'm told. I can't wait! Remember to look for the camera after I help you with your tie."

Linda's mind needed a break. She was done with her games for now, with Steven at least. She did not waste any time and got right to it, cleaning him a little bit too thoroughly. But the deposits from her pussy were quite stubborn. She decided in the future, if possible, to clean them soon after playing with them inside of her. Like that would ever happen.

When Steven's state of cleanliness met her rigorous approval, Linda lifted him to her face.

"I have been longing for this, Steven. I've waited all day. You are just… so good to me! I hope our children will be tall and strong… just like you. But, I admit it, I hope they look like me. You're kind of funny looking."

Steve was pressed against the colossal, full lips. Linda looked in the mirror and gently trapped him down to his waist within her monumental pucker. She withdrew her hand and watched as he kicked. She could hear a tiny panicked scream, muffled thoroughly by the all encompassing walls of rounded, naturally pink and pillowed skin. She wanted to hum but was concerned what that might do to him. Such delicate bones in the skull and those intricate, delicate inner ears. She might just burst his tiny eyeballs as well. More experimenting was needed to understand their limits. She extracted the tiny troublemaker and beamed at his tiny, trapped face. Linda might just start keeping a journal.

Linda carefully opened the tiny box. Jesse began shrieking immediately as the massive hand lowered. She was nudged by a mammoth pinky fingernail roughly into a corner before Steve was unceremoniously dumped by the thumb and index finger.

"Oh, there's that ugly, old nail tool. I was wondering where I put you. Now, say goodbye to your friend. But, no sex. Do you understand me?" The fearsome index finger lingered, pointing at Jesse, "You had better! If I suspect anything funny I'll examine both of you really well. No, Jesse, that is not a promise. I am not going to just fondle you whenever you want, on your terms." Despite huddling downwards into a tiny crying pile, the fingertip dropped onto Jesse. She had the air pressed out of her body as it's nail dented the box's floor just behind her painfully folded form. "Why don't you try being nice to me? Hmm?" The gigantic finger lifted and rolled, Jesse's tiny gasping form stuck to the pad of it. Linda's pretty face was the distant golden peak of her towering upper body. She was smirking as she looked over the dishevelled bug. "Other people do that. They do it all the time. It's about trust, Jesse." Linda's elegant thumb pressed against the tiny woman for a moment before her fingertips lowered close to the box's floor. With a sweep of her massive thumbtip, Linda discarded Jesse next to Steve like a bit of trash.

The box was then shut. Jesse and Steve clung to each other like it was the end of the world. Around them deafening noises and frightful, quaking thumps shook their little room. What was Mike going to be like? They had never betrayed this woman, had never even spoken to her before this terrible afternoon. But, Mike, that was another thing entirely.

They clung to each other, and their tears just would not end. Terrible noises deafened them, crunching, explosive reports mingled with what sounded like muffled glaciers complaining, dying. Their tiny ears popped multiple times as the air pressure in their enclosure raced from compression to expansion, seemingly randomly, but it was always as the box shifted underneath of them and groaned overhead.

They were both shaking, both reacting. Jesse shook and sobbed, violently tensing as she would bruise Steve's ribs with her clinging. Steve shivered, but at most he would just spasm for a moment as a muffled sound's volume would suddenly overwhelm the baffling of the cardboard walls and come in on them in deafening clarity.

Two minutes later the terrible sounds ceased. Above them there was suddenly sharp impacts which shook the box, then sound of a dense, thick vibration, squeals of friction accompanied it. Jesse immediately knew what was, the monster's awful and unstoppable fingers running across the lid.

"What happened to us, Jesse?"

"It's Mike's mom! She-"

"What? I don't under-"

"It's his mother! That's Mike's mother! She... came over... and shrank us! She shrank us!"

Steve started to hyperventilate.

"Oh God. Oh God. Oh-"

"Listen to me! Mike knows! Mike is going to kill you! He sent her over to get us! She's going to… She's going to keep me for herself! But… But, Mike is going to kill you! He's going to kill you! Oh God, Steve, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry for everything! We never should have. We just never should have!"

Linda wrapped the tiny box. She moved carefully and slowly and tried not to nudge it at all. When she was finished she squatted in front of it and brought her mouth close to it. Linda liked the roles they had ended up with from her playful, barbed improvisations. She might even stick to those roles for a while.

Something huge tapped on the top of the box. Her voice was everywhere, it was her normal speaking voice, but she was very close. They could feel her words reverberating through the cardboard's composition as a buzzing, racing oscillation. They were almost deafened and their skin was tickled and numbed where it touched the box's structure.

"I wonder what is in this one? Would it be wrong of me to shake it? Hmm. It's so tiny. Maybe what's inside is fragile? I don't want to ruin anything. You don't want to ruin anything, either, do you, Steven? Be a gentleman, Steven, for me. Jesse is going to help me from now on. I decided to take on her services. Well, she begged me, she was very persuasive. Jesse is help now. I shouldn't have to remind you, but I know how bighearted you can be. It isn't right to mingle with the help, Steven. Especially not her. You don't really want to know where she's been, Steven, it's distasteful. Now, I'll go find Mike and see if he is ready."

It was bizarre to eat from a piece of bread almost as large as yourself. It looked like an impossible meteorite and Mike had difficulty tearing hunks of it away. Soon he could hear and feel his mother's approach. A chair was slid away from the table, sounding quite a bit more like jet aircraft than wooden legs sliding on linoleum.

The ring box rocked as dense weight landed against it. A moment later the lid was thrown back. For a moment all Mike could see was the pad of a thumb tip and the overhang of a long nail. He was reminded immediately of his suffering beneath her big toe. The thumb rotated away and Mike was greeted with the grand vista of Linda's smiling face.

"Aw, mommie's little man! I hope your snack was good. I bet you're thirsty again aren't you? It was just bread, after all. Not the best meal. But mommy was busy taking care of some… little things. Let's go get you a drink."

Something was definitely going on, but Mike didn't really have time to study her. Pretty fingertips almost completely filled the ring box as they lowered around him and Mike found himself gently immobilized in their soapy smelling embrace. His stomach turned as he rocketed through the air and then she gently laid him into her palm. She walked softly over to the sink and as she adjusted the faucet she was smiling, looking down upon him. There was something in her eyes, Mike's heart sank as he recognized that familiar gleam, the same one which had heralded his reduction in status and size to her plaything.

"I went out today, Mike. While you were recuperating. I decided on my birthday present. You know, the present you didn't get me? I thought about what you might want me to have. But, I didn't end up going shopping, Mike. I didn't think that you would want to owe any more money to me. That was the right decision, wasn't it? Mommy wants you to do things for her because you want to. Or because I ask you to. Here, straight from the tap. You should drink it while it's still cold. If it still is it all."

An enormous finger rose up from beyond Mike's huge perch. The thick column pressed against the edge of the palm, causing a swollen deformation where it docked. The finger curled downwards until the tip of it hung over him. A single drop of water clung in the middle of the fingerprint. Mike gave the huge pretty face an irritated look before steadying himself against the digit and stretching up to break the surface tension with his tongue.

"I found your phone, Mike."

He sputtered and pulled away from the fingertip.

"Why don't you just lie down right there and I'll bring your drink to you. It might be best. Lie down."

He lay down on the warm, textured skin and drank from the lowered, hovering monstrosity. She smiled at him in a strange way.

"There was some really interesting stuff in your phone. I didn't know you had so many new friends! I didn't even have to ask you for a password. Isn't that funny? Some app had been keeping it awake. Well, you can't have your phone back, Mike. That app, the one that kept it unlocked? It had a nice, easy to see yellow marker. I realized that it marked your apartment. So, while I was in town, I dropped your phone off there. Your car, too, Mike, I drove it over and left it. My, you were thirsty. Do you want some more water? It's really no trouble for me."

Mike shook his head slowly no. He was staring into the huge face which hung a good distance away. He wasn't going to get away from her. She wasn't going to let him, and she was telling him that, right now. The huge, amused blue eyes bored through him. Mike's mother didn't need to even touch him to completely dominate. She didn't even need to speak, really, but she was. She was good at speaking, good at persuasion, at manipulating and dominating others, tricking them. There was a good reason she had been a lawyer.

The immense, gorgeous head tilted playfully and a little smile crossed her full mouth. She looked down past him as her finger grazed the stream of water again.

"I can get you another car, Mike. Something a little bit more appropriate for you. A nice, expensive toy car. If you want, I'll get a whole handful of them."

It wasn't enough that he was in the palm of her hand, or even that he drank water from her finger like some tiny, rehabilitated baby animal. Or that he had to look at her, something which still threatened to send him into a gibbering, anxiety whipped panic if he did not suppress it decisively. She had to gently capture and monstrously squeeze his psyche. Why didn't Mike ever realize that his mother was gigantic before now, before he had shown up for a weekend-long visit and she had so eloquently revealed her true form with that bottle of perfume?

But he had. He had seen her enormous shadow long ago, and in hindsight now, he realized he had perceived her with a frightening, perfect clarity

The fingertip touched down next to him. Droplets of water clung to the fingernail. Several of them raced together and joined forces into something worthy of gravity. The huge droplet rolled down the smooth red surface until it encountered the edge of the nail. It transferred itself completely to the thick edge and it stuck out, a beautiful and swirling, defiant globe.

"You should drink some more! You need to keep your strength up, Mike."

Mike turned away from gazing at the proud water droplet. She smiled and shook her head encouragingly. Mike wandered over and began to fill the rest of his stomach.

"While I was at your apartment felt a little bit sorry for you. You're so tiny now, Mike. I thought about what you've done to make amends so far. Fifty dollars is a lot for such a tiny boy to pay back. How could you ever give me a birthday present now? I thought about what you might be able to afford now. Pebbles you fished out of the carpet? A tiny ball of cobwebs, found here and there underneath furniture? An armload of twigs gathered from the welcome mat?"

Mike was finished with his long drink. He had turned to face his mother as she spoke. Behind him the beautiful fingertip raised and folded tightly while a mighty thumb dabbed away the water droplets from the nail's surface. Her vast face was too controlled. She should be smiling at her mockery of his size.

"I love you Mike, but just look at me. Do I look the kind of woman who needs some twigs? Do I look like I want pebbles? I have diamonds, Mikey. I didn't want you to make me angry with your embarrassing country mouse gifts. I'm your mother, after all. I have to look out for you, gently correct your mistakes, like any good parent. But being there in your apartment made me realize what would be an excellent birthday present from you. It would be from you, Mike. Really. Your phone led me there, so technically, it's from you. I would not have been able to find it otherwise. So, I picked up my birthday present. Presents? I guess it's how you look at it. It's really a set of them, I guess. A matched pair. Very nice."

She was lowering him to the table. What did his mother find there? Did she go through his computer? Did she copy of all of his porn, normal, or otherwise? Did she drain his bank account? A matched pair? An image of his tiny form being caressed while screaming beneath a beautiful and monumental big toe, pressed into his very own greasy funk, trapped and perhaps raped in the tip of one of his own running shoes. She would do that, he knew that much.

The feminine fingertips gently laid Mike down inside of the ring box, but the pad of the index fingertip lingered for a moment, hovering over him.

"Let me go get my present, Mike. I'm so excited to show you! You should be excited, too! I bet you can't wait. Give mommy a kiss. Show me that you're happy for me."

The silvery gold cumulus cloud was grinning down at Mike. The gleam in her eyes was back. He stared for too long and she nudged him gently. Mike pressed his lips against the hot flesh conveniently presented to him. He didn't notice the denigration or the taste, Mike was too busy analyzing the unpredictable, mischievously shining face.

"Come on, Steve! Please, Steve! Please, please, please!"

Jesse was on top of him, straddling his hips and grinding into him. She wouldn't let it go, she wouldn't stop, no matter how he tried to convince her. All Steve could see, phantom-like in the darkness around them was the enormous pussy. Jesse's sweaty body pressed wetly on top of him, then as she would peel stickily away it caused him to try and recoil more than once. There were phantom walls, glistening pink and dreadfully soft around him in this darkness. There was an overwhelming heat cruelly pouring from them into his tiny form. Jesse's droplets of sweat fell onto him and he trembled, recollecting how he had struggled, adhered pitifully to the titanic anatomy. A single drop of liquid had fallen from a golden hair far above him, colliding with him, almost knocking him senseless with it's velocity and weight. It was like a cruel water balloon, gallon-sized and filled with an impossibly thick and sticky perspiration, or something else. Steve had almost drowned within it's splattering shrapnel before he had thrown it off of him. He had cleared his nostrils with a painful, retching exhale.

"One last time, Steve. One last time, Steve! Oh, come on, please…"

Jesse was grinding her own nearly duplicate anatomy into his flaccid cock, but Jesse's was not laid out all around him like some Gaudi inspired cavern. Her pussy was not the size of the largest of enormous old world pipe organs, ensconced between bare tan walls of feminine flesh. But they were both beautiful, both hungry and selfish, both tangibly muggy.

Jesse wanted to devour him. She was trying to desperately, right now, if she could only make the same magic happen with her chanting, her insistent pleading. She too wished to make him tiny and perversely nuzzle his helpless form up into her. Jesse was desperate to keep up with Linda. They were rivals now, fighting over him, each seeking to plunge him…

"Get off me! I won't let you, I won't let you! You won't make me tiny and put me inside of you!" Steve screamed, pushing Jesse off of him with an adrenaline-fueled lunge of both arms planted into her soft stomach.

Jesse was somewhere in the darkness, he could hear her weeping as he hunched in a crouch, wiping her fluids from him maniacally.

"I don't want to be any smaller! You stupid bitch! If Mike's mother finds me like that…"

Steve shuddered, the image of begging the enormous gray-flecked blue eye, gnat-sized, stuck to the gleaming, crimson fingernail. Still mite-sized, Steve imagined himself gurgling in the ropey slime of the quarry-sized pussy. The velvety, pink landscape overstuffing him with aroused, throbbing body heat. Far above him, the enormous thumb anchoring the painful sliver of light, the taut triangle of waistband. The narrow crack of streaming light revealing the almost endless vertical female landscape above him, crowned by the unconcerned and laughing golden head.

Slowly Steve realized how stupid he had been. What was wrong with him? Jesse was only... He was going to die very soon now. They both knew it. He crawled on hands and knees towards the sounds of pitiful weeping.

"Jesse, I'm sorry."

Everything throbbed beneath them both, it didn't stop. It grew more insistent, but there was no sound accompanying it. The beautiful colossus's footsteps on silencing carpet. Impacts landed around them, even with them, the air pressure shot up as the walls bowed inwards as she gripped the little box.

Steve held Jesse tightly to him as he buried his face into her neck, his heart began to knock loudly in his chest.

It wasn't long until Mike could hear her coming back. She had left the lid of the ring box thrown back. He had considered trying to climb out, but he knew that he was on the kitchen table. What would he do? Hide behind the salt shaker? Plummet to his death? It was hopeless. There she was, accompanied by thunder as she quickly turned from the mother he could identify easily into a moving, breathing mountain.

Linda held something small protectively in her hands. Mike recognized the wrapping paper, she had used it many times before. The enormous box lowered overhead.

"See, Mikey? It's all wrapped up! Let me just put this in the living room. It's much more comfortable in there, don't you think?"

She was gone for just a moment and then she walked past him, waving one enormous hand down at him with a flash of red as she passed.

"I think I want some alcohol! Just hang tight, Mikey, I have to get this bottle open. Ooh! The electric wine opener you gave me last year? Remember? You are such a good gift giver. I don't know why you don't do that more often for me."

Mike could do nothing but wait as she finished her task.

"I think you're going to like this, Mikey. I really do! Ah, I think I'll use one of the nice glasses! Okay, let me go set these down in there."

Linda was back and Mike was moved carefully to the living room. She set his box down and freed him. She did the unexpected and gently laid him down on the coffee table. Her monstrous hand retreated and she poured herself a bit of wine.

"Well, aren't you curious? Go ahead! You can pick it up and shake it if you want."

She winked at him. Mike was gently herded by a pretty fingertip towards the gift box as she took a sip. His mother's enormous knees towered over the coffee table. The finger retreated up into the sky and slipped a shining cascade of hair behind an enormous ear. Mike made his way to the garishly covered box, Linda's blue eyes laughing as she observed from the sky overhead. Mike was overwhelmingly aware he was still well within her grasp, she was only a second away no matter where he wandered.

Mike walked around the enormous object, he stared at the strips of cellophane tape pressed over the neatly creased folds of the wrapper. They were about half his height in their width and they were embellished with his mother's oily fingerprints.

Mike caught a hint of a sound. It was perhaps one of the few neighbors out here, on his mother's lonely stretch of country road. Arguing? No. As he walked back around to where his enormous mother sat gleaming he could hear it better for a moment. Moaning. One of her neighbors was having sex loud enough that even tiny Mike could catch wind of the sound that must be floating across his mother's province-sized lawn.

"What do you think, Mikey? The only thing you didn't get me was a card. That's too bad. It's very thoughtless of you. But, mommy forgives you. I know you've had your hands full recently. What do you think it is, Mike? Any ideas? Well, I'll tell you what it isn't. It isn't yours anymore. It's mine now. Just like you. Well, maybe not just like you. You've always been mine, I've always claimed you. However, now, I'm just making a… bigger claim on you. That's all."

The goddess giggled and she finished off her glass of wine in one gulp, her eyes fixed past Mike on the little box. She sighed enormously and lowered the building sized wine flute to the coffee table.

"I think I'll do things a little bit differently this year."

She towered up into the air as she stood. Mike's hair stood on end as he watched the impossible form move gracefully away as she sent jolts through the entire coffee table he stood upon. Linda thundered around the side of the coffee table and went to the drapes. She shut them quickly and turned back around with a smile on her face.

"I want to be in my birthday suit to open your thoughtful birthday present, Mikey. It somehow seems… appropriate."

Mike couldn't help but watch as his his mother stripped down. Her eyes were locked on the enormous, flat box next to him. Something was wrong. Mike could feel it in his gut. Something beyond his conscious mind, a very important but silent monitor was screaming at him. Mike couldn't understand the message, but he knew something was off. So instead of trying to listen to himself he stared at the titaness, trying to glean anything obvious.

Linda tore her eyes away and gazed upon him for a moment. She ran her hands over her breasts as she stood there, smiling at him. But it didn't last. Mike watched as she gently took her hard nipples between her fingers and give them a light squeeze. He was aware of his painfully engorged cock. Then, Linda's gaze faltered, Mike could see it wander back to the box. A hungry, easy smile crossed her face and then she was thundering towards him, her bright eyes tracking her gift as they absolutely blazed.

Mike watched as she gracefully folded herself down onto the couch again. He was having problems with his attention's priorities. He tried to look back into her face. But, this was the same problem Mike had as a teenager whenever Linda's perfect feet were exposed. This time though, it was her breasts, the beautifully soft and toned length of belly, the sunny entanglement of forest placidly clinging between her endless legs. Mike thought he should find it strange that he could not look away, elsewhere. But his mother was over four-hundred feet tall compared to him, and incandescently nude.

Linda tore her eyes away from the box again and glanced down at him, giving him a little smile. She poured another glass of wine for herself as she glanced up at the box again. She took a sip and her eyes locked onto his tiny form.

"Do you know what I think, Mike? I think you need closure. I think that with everything that's happened recently between us perhaps I've been a bit cruel to you. I understand why you wanted to avoid me after you left. Those drawings you left in the attic said it all. I know. You felt guilty. But, you also couldn't ever stop yourself. But, sweetie…"

Linda savored a sip and her eyes fell upon the box again.

"You were too desperate to make a break between us. It happens all the time. You fell in with the wrong people, Mike. Made some bad decisions. I can't entirely blame you for that. Did I really expect for my little boy to stay here? Tormented with visions of his mother's beautiful feet doing… delightful and forbidden things to him?"

Linda's arm covered the distance to the box in an instant. A fingertip stroked across the top of it.

"You are never going back there, Mike. You are never going to get away from me. Do you know why? Because there is nothing left for you there."

Linda gently picked up her gift and brought slowly it to her face.

"Oh, that's enough darkness, isn't it? You already know how possessive mommy can be, don't you? Now, let's see what I picked up on my little adventure. But, Mikey, I think you should sing the song, don't you?"

Linda lowered the box to the table in front of her and paused expectantly as she stared at him. A huge fingertip tapped the tabletop loudly.

"Come over here, please."

Mike made the trek to where her finger was planted. As he approached she smiled sweetly overhead and removed it.

"Sing. I want to hear you sing it to me."

Mike cleared his throat, his tiny cock standing proudly away from him.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…"

The smooth, tanned mountain smiled sweetly down on him as the tiny tune reached her enormous ears. A tremendous hand fanned open and took up the wine glass. As he sang to her she took a sip and swished back and forth. She set the wine glass back down and a red nail tore through the wrapping paper on top of the box. Linda hesitated and her enormous fingertips rubbed together wistfully as they floated, poised to drop again into the wrapping paper's wound. Instead Linda pressed the palm of her hand between her legs for a moment and Mike watched her enormous body shudder. Then the hand released and dove onto the top of the box. Mike was deafened by the sound of the paper being ripped and he stumbled backwards away from her activity as the freed wrapping paper crashed down like the façade of a building being torn away and discarded.

The box was bared and Mike had retreated a safe distance from the ragged flower of wrapping paper that radiated from beneath it. His mother gave him an over accentuated look of excitement, the kind reserved for babies while playing peekaboo.

"When you think it is, Mikey? Why don't you plug your ears and let mommy clear off this wrapping paper? Ready? Three, two, one."

The box was lifted and the wrapping paper was wadded with sharp, terrible noises into a little ball. Linda lowered the box again and beamed at Mike.

"All better now. That should be enough space. Whatever it is, I know I'll love it because it's from you, Mikey. So exciting! Okay, here I go!"

Linda lifted the lid free and set it aside, her face focused intently on what was in the box. She gasped in mock surprise, a hand pressed to her lips and she smiled sweetly sidelong at Mike's unsure form.

"Oh, Mikey! They're beautiful! How did you know?"

Linda lowered one hand gracefully over the gift box and daintily extended a finger, it sought something beyond Mike's vision, hidden by the white cardboard walls. Mike heard a piercing, shrill scream, a child or a female. A person! A tiny person! Linda's finger was exploring and as it did the screams continued. But they were joined with another one, deeper and growling, it was threatening Linda.

"I liked the pictures on your phone, Mike. It was nice to at least see you had done things while you were ignoring me. Is that a funny way to look at it? I was so disappointed when you would not return my calls. When you didn't show up to help me. I imagined, for some reason, that you were at home in your little apartment, thinking about me and being smug. Being smug right when I was angry at you. But I couldn't imagine you doing anything other than that. Strange how the mind works. What could have possibly been so important that my son chose it over a long drive and menial tasks for his lonely, beautiful mother? But now I know."

Linda's thumb pivoted down into the box to join her index finger there. The gruff, male voice grew desperate and was pleading. Mike watched as his mother captured something tiny in a careful pinch between the beautiful, adeptly cooperative fingers. There were tiny groans. Linda sighed and as a female voice started to plead her enormous head turned and appraised Mike.

"I didn't show up yesterday at your apartment to drop off your phone and your car. I figured out what that app was actually for, Mikey. I figured out who you were spying on. I even watched the video of you proposing to her."

Mike realized that his mother was smiling down into the box.

"She is very beautiful," Linda's eyes darted to him and back again to whomever was pleading up at her from within the tiny box, "isn't she Mike?"

His stomach began to churn and his legs felt weak. No? There was no way, she wouldn't have…

Linda raised her hand up from the box. Something, no, someone was hidden from Mike in the dainty pinch her fingers. Linda's left hand invaded the gift box and Mike heard terrible, hoarse cries as his colossal mother casually trapped and captured the other occupant. The tremendous woman raised the hand slowly from the tiny box and she smiled. Linda slouched forward onto her elbows, both her hands held in delicate pinches in front of her face. Linda rested her chin onto the heel of one of the hands and watched her tiny son right himself from the tremor of her elbows touching down onto the coffee table.

"Do you remember, Mike, when your bank account was hacked? When was that? There were timestamps on every image and movie you shot on your phone. It was about two weeks before you proposed to the beautiful girl, right? You replied to my text and told me about your account. Your bank covered the sum, I'll wager. But didn't you ever wonder where that money ended up? I have a theory. Do you know what I did, Mikey? Your roommate and your fiancé both have their own personal webpages. You knew that, of course? Why weren't you curious? Why didn't you dig? It's because your generation has lost two important concepts, you've given them up, Mikey: privacy and curiosity. Why didn't you research her a bit? I guess it's because you aren't cynical yet. You haven't been hurt enough to protect yourself out of habit."

Linda raised her face and brought the pinched fingers of her left hand close to her lips.

"Shhh. My son and I are talking."

Linda pursed her lips and gently blew across her pinched fingertips. The distant tiny voice squealed in terror before it was abruptly cut off by a pulse of pressure through the thick digits.

"There were pictures, Mikey. Allll the way back at the beginning of Jesse's web-page. I almost didn't recognize Steve. What, without the funny haircut and blue hair dye, he sort of looked like a skinny waiter, or someone who might be a bicycle courier. Didn't you know that they were a couple? Didn't you know that they were high school sweethearts? Didn't you know that Jesse turned down a really good college to come here and be with Steve? Couldn't you pick up on something strange in the room when she came over and he was there?"

Mike's mother looked gently exasperated with him.

"I guess I can't blame you, Mike. You're young and naïve. But I wanted to know my potential birthday presents."

Mike dropped to his knees. Linda paused for a second as she took it in and her mouth genuinely pouted. The real expression was so much more subtle than it's farcical doppelganger.

"What if one of them had a powerful relative? I'm cynical, Mikey. I was a lawyer. Imagine my delight when I could almost plot their family trees and know confidently what and where they had eaten for lunch nearly any day I picked? All volunteered by themselves. But, unless you erase all of that information… These two were faithful chroniclers. You know, Mikey, mommy can be very persuasive. I wonder…"

Linda raised her right hand to her eyes and stared at the all-but-invisible prisoner she held.

"My big strong Steven. Is my silly little head just full of yarn projects and pink? You tell me, Steven. Tell your favorite sweetie-pie. It's just me, honey, your happy and faithful little Linda."

Mike could hear strained words, but she was holding him so high up in the air.

"The money? Did you take his money too?"

Mike's mother listened intently, her blue eyes almost crossed as she frowned at the tiny young man.

"Well, I think you should tell Mike yourself, don't you Steve?"

The enormous hand lowered and the air it displaced ruffled Mike's hair. Soon he could hear Steve as the fingertips swept slowly towards him.

"...didn't mean to hurt you, honestly Mike! Please! Please spare me! Jesse really liked you, Mike, she thought you were hot! But I knew you wouldn't sleep with my girlfriend even if I asked you for her. We just got carried away, bro, that's all! Look, Jesse took the routing number for your bank…"

Steve was pressed tightly between the enormous flesh. He suddenly realized that Mike was in fact in front of him. They locked eyes and Steve began to laugh loudly. His laughter was almost maniacal.

"You got shrank by your own mother! You got shrank by your own fucking hot fucking psycho bitch of a mother! Ah, bro! You've gotta help me out here! Don't let her…"

Steve's words were lost to Mike as the hand rose upwards. Linda deposited him into the gift box gently. Mike could hear him laughing. The titaness pursed her lips, lost in thought for a moment as she looked down at her son. She brought her remaining prisoner to her eyes and spoke as she tickled some piece of Jesse which was exposed with a finger from her free hand. Linda ignored the tiny screams, just a whisper of white noise that was overpowered by her own voice.

"These are my toys now, Mike. Don't look so sad. She didn't love you, Mike. You didn't lose her, not to Steve, not even to me. You never had her, Mike! Maybe she would have married you, what do you think? How long could that of lasted? How terrible would it have been to end it? How bad would it have been?"

Linda sighed as she continued to torment Jesse. Mike was crying and he wrapped his arms around his knees, squatting there in the middle of his mother's coffee table. Mike felt the air churn as it was pushed down over him from above. Vast pinched fingertips were suddenly in front of him. Jesse's head was visible between the curving red nails, thrust out from the crevice of fingertips. Her beautiful face was red and she was covered in sweat and tears. A single leg kicked weakly from behind the vice of flesh and a tiny arm reached out to him. A look of genuine pity and shock overran her own concerns as Jesse focused on Mike.

"Oh no! Oh, no, Mike! What did she do to you? I'm sorry, Mike. I'm so sorry! I'm sorry for everything! Please forgive me! Please Mike! Please, you have to talk to her! She's your mother, isn't she? Even though she… You have to help me! Mike! Please help me!"

The fingertips were gone, as abruptly as they had landed. Jesse was screaming to him, but the sheer distance to Linda's face caused it to grow thin and lost to him. It didn't matter. She just wanted to be saved, that was all.

"She's mine now, Mike. She's mommy's."

Mike watched as his mother softly kissed the tiny exposed parts sticking past her fingertips. Linda smiled and then released the tiny girl into the gift box. Her finger stabbed the bottom of the box, jolting the surface beneath Mike's body.

"You tried to hurt my son, both of you. How are you going to make it up to me? Hmm? Well, I'll tell you how. When he gets tired, when I've worn him out it's your turn. You will take his place, so that Mike can rest. You'll test things to make sure they are safe for him. You keep me happy in ways that aren't safe for him. You get all of the kinky, all of the nasty, you get all of me. Mike is my pet. You are my toys. Believe me, those are not the same terms, those words mean very different things. Don't they, Mikey?"

Linda turned to Mike and softened. She touched him carefully on the arm with the tip of a nail.

"That sounds fair, doesn't it? That way my favorite tiny has a long and maybe a good life? I think it's fair. I know, sweetie. I know you hurt. I know you miss being big. I'm going to have some more wine and celebrate my birthday with you. I'll even let you watch if you want while I play with them, Mikey. You just let me know if there's something special I can do for you, okay? I'd like that. Let me put a smile on your face for once."

Linda savored the wine and after she poured herself another glass she placed her feet up onto the coffee table. She wiggled her beautiful toes as she laughed. She slid one hand between her legs and pet the ache. Linda raised the box in her other hand and brought it close to her mouth. She tilted it slightly, Steve and Jesse slid screaming into the wall the enormous lips hung over.

"I have an idea. You guys sure like to fuck, don't you? Well, I have a special suite in mind for you. I haven't decided on a name yet. The staff and I will be putting it to a vote soon. Do you like the idea of the 'Linda Suite' or do you like the 'Wine Suite'? It's sure a toss-up, isn't it? I like both names equally."

She pinched them up, one in each set of fingers. She held the tiny, trembling forms in front of her huge eyes.

"Fuck each other. Fuck in my mouth. Or see what happens if you don't. Seems like another toss-up to me. I am riveted! As I wait to feel teensy Jesse get riveted."

After she was finished depositing them onto her tongue, Linda gathered up the sad little boy. She ran him over each one of her toes slowly as she made strange faces, reacting to what was happening in her mouth. Linda was just beginning to enjoy herself.

The end