Eli & Kat - The Girls from 647F by Zuxby

Eli had never been a big fan of parties but Kat said he needed to get out and socialize with people his own size. This was supposed to be a nice, quiet get-together at a friend’s place; they’d even have a Designated Tiny Area, so he wouldn’t have to worry about getting squished and stepped on all the time.

At least that’s what he thought, until the door opened and they were greeted with pulsing lo-fi beats, dripping keggers and a busted-up couch in the back of the room; torn-up, stained and with a simple piece of paper taped to it indicated that this was the Tinies-Only Area.

There were a couple dozen awkward, fidgeting specks littering the moist cushions.

Eli hemmed-and-hawed as Kat pinched him and set him down amongst the rest of his Regressed classmates, bidding him farewell before drifting off to start mingling with some girls she recognized from her Comms class.

There was a pit of neglect forming in Eli’s stomach.

Sighing, he meandered over to the closest person to him—a nervous, frizzy-haired girl who only came up to about waist-height. It was a while before either of them spoke.  

“Hey, I’m Eli,” He said first, offering a hand. She stared at it like she didn’t recognize the appendage.

“M-Miranda,” She eventually stammered, reaching up and shaking two of his fingers.

Eli hadn’t considered the inconvenience of having to greet someone twice as tall as you. With nothing else to say, his eyes drifted to the bottlecap of booze they’d been left with.

“Don’t bother,” Miranda sighed. “It’s Corona. Light.” She spat rudely.

“Ah.” Eli nodded. He preferred fruity cocktails. Kat had always made fun of him for it. “You, uh, you seem like you know your stuff—beer stuff. D’you drink a lot?” He could feel himself tripping over his words so he didn’t bother trying to correct what he meant.

“Yeahhh…” Said Miranda morosely. “I’m part of Kappa Kap—” Her voice petered out and she hung her head, simply pointing at the gaggle of girls holding one of their members upside-down above a keg of beer. “I’m with them. I guess. I—I dunno. They just kinda left me here. I think they forgot about me…”

“Ah.” Eli nodded. “I see…”

The young man glanced down at Miranda and frowned. He could see every fickle anxiety springing to life on her face and he felt each one in his bones. He peered out into the masses and spied Kat in the distance, sipping from a red solo cup in her wide-brimmed lesbian wine mom hat.

He wondered if she was thinking about him.

He wondered if she’d even remember him two hours and six drinks from now.

His eyes fell to her black boots. If he squinted, he could just barely make out a few scrambling specks littering the linoleum at her feet. Some poor, forgotten Tinies desperately trying not to get stepped on by dozens of clueless giants. Kat subtly shifted her attentive-listening pose, and one of them disappeared beneath her rubbery treads.

Eli’s mouth felt dry.

“Hey,” He said, absently nudging Miranda with his elbow. “Can I ask you something?”

The shrimpy girl grunted and rubbed the back of her head.

“So… You’re a Tiny, right?” 

Miranda blinked.

“How do you… How do you get used to it, y’know? Like, the feeling of… Like you’re nothing, like you don’t exist to people. And… Just at any moment, the people you—the people you care about, they just just… end you. And—and they wouldn’t even know. Or care. ‘Cause you’re just like… To them you’re just… How do you like cope and feel and just live with knowing that you’re—you’re—” 

His words finally failed him and he looked glumly at Miranda, grasping for an answer.

She shrugged. “How the fuck should I know?”

“Oh.” The misery washed over Eli but didn’t have time to sink in.

An obnoxiously loud knocking at the front door snapped him out of his spiral. It sounded like forty fists pounding on the planks of a ship, overpowering the distant hum of a pre-set YouTube playlist. A low silence fell over the Tiny partygoers.

“Oh no…” Miranda quavered, quaking in her ugly denim overalls. “They’re here…”

“Who?” Eli whipped around to the rest of the Tinies, slowly starting to back away.

“P-Partypus,” She said breathlessly.

Like a megaton bomb the door swung open and they came spilling into the room a tangled, shitfaced mess. Four or five chittering titans reeking of pregame, a six pack in each hand and a paper-bagged bottle in the other. They were practically joined at the hip, the multiple girls all fusing into a colossal rat-queen of glittery makeup and press-on nails. It was a sight of pure horror; A wretched knot of carelessness and cruelty, a stomping-squishing-smooshing cerberus for anything less than an inch tall.

Of course it was Kat’s friends.

Eli had known them for a short while back when he was full-sized—Back when they’d considered him more than just another one of Kat’s accessories. But he’d never really considered just how much of an absolute terror they could be for the Regressed Students on-campus.

He had a dreadful feeling that he was about to find out.

They took a shambling step forward and one of the Tinies on the floor disappeared beneath a careless footstep—smeared face-first into a wad of gum on the underside of a scuffed sneaker. The rest of the girls were just as mindful of their stumbling steps, not even bothering to glance down as four pairs of feet pounded the beer-stained carpet.

There was a commotion as someone draped their letterman jacket over the back of the couch, inconveniently obscuring the only sign that this was a No-Sit area. The chorus of cries from the mortified Tinies went unnoticed as the oblivious giant disappeared, not even registering what he’d done.

Miranda aimlessly pawed at Eli’s gum-wrapper vest as he gawked at the brazen disregard of partygoing etiquette. “Hey uhhh…” She stammered, “We should p-probably get outta here before… B-before…” 

A long, heavy shadow told them they were too late. 

As the teeter-tottering titans distantly complained of tight heels and aching feet, a deep, rumbling chuckle told them that they’d been noticed.

She’d appeared in silence, the shadow of a loose floral dress hanging over the frozen Tinies like a curtain of cruel intentions. A wide grin spread across her thin, snake-bitten lips.

“Hullo,” She hummed huskily.

Daisy Dunkelweizen. A towering goth covered from head to toe in glistening piercings and squirming freckles.

Eli felt the color drain from his body. Of all the girls in the group to notice them first, of course it HAD to be her…

A massive hand swept down and snagged a petrified Tiny by the leg, lifting the poor soul into the air until he was level with the dark black bangs that obscured her eyes. She snorted, wiggling a bullish nose-ring before sticking out a studded tongue and flicking him into her mouth.

Everybody scattered.

Daisy tossed the little snack around her mouth and watched as the bugs started scrambling. Grinning, she twisted around and hoisted up the back of her dress, revealing a sight that would’ve been tantalizing if it didn’t spell certain doom.

A fat, freckled derriere peeked out from beneath the bunched-up fabric, her plump cheeks occasionally blemished by a stray Tiny embedded between pockets of cellulite. She glanced behind her and wiggled her hips tauntingly before bending over.

The pale shadow of the goth’s ass grew darker as Eli pumped his arms, trying desperately to reach the edge of her impact zone. He was fortunate—as one of the larger Tinies, he was able to get a bit ahead of everyone, even as his feet sank into the plush ground. He dove to the other cushion right as the goliath goth plopped down in her seat.

In the wake of narrowly avoiding getting squashed, Eli breathed a sigh of relief before realizing that Miranda wasn’t with him anymore. He looked around, then gazed up at the girl currently sitting on at least a dozen Tinies. For a moment, they locked gazes and he swore she grinned at him before giving her butt another wiggle and motioning for her friends to join her.

His gaze swept across to the opposite end of the couch as a huge shape loomed over the group of Tinies that had fled to the right cushion. They could scarcely imagine what it might’ve been, but from his vantage point Eli could tell exactly who it was.

“Thanks, Daze!” A heavy voice rang out as the shape revealed itself to be a pair of bulbous buttocks, straining against a pair of sweatpants. “I needed to take a load off, my feet were killing me!” In one fluid motion she practically spilled into the seat, gelatinous cheeks washing over the poor Tinies before they even had a moment to react.

Darcy Pabst was over 300 pounds with an ass the size of several city blocks—they’d had no hope of escaping the whale of a woman from the moment she’d laid eyes on a place to park her rear. It overflowed the seat and spilled into the next cushion over. Thankfully Eli had been spared, but the gargantuan know-it-all didn’t even seem to notice the seat had been occupied.

Only a few months ago the spunky shortstack had barely come up to his chest… Now she was nearly a hundred times his size, and just as oblivious of her surroundings.

“Anyway!” She continued, pushing her matrix glasses back up her piggish nose, “I think he likes his new room! Don’t you, sweetkins?” She cooed, holding up the little cage that housed her shrunken boyfriend. She prodded it with a pudgy finger and giggled as he rattled the bars. “Aww, you’re so cute, babe!” She released the necklace hung around her sweaty neck and let it plap against her chest, a great big belly laugh sending the little thing bouncing between her breasts.

Eli felt sorry for the poor bastard trapped with Darcy. He should’ve broken up with her when he had the chance. To go from a boyfriend to just a glorified accessory… 

He wondered if that was what Kat thought of him, but he didn’t get long to dwell on it.

“Heeeyyy…” Floated a woozy voice dripping with pregame, “There’s, like, people already sitting here…” 

Through the haze of their intoxication, the frizzy-haired Miller Twins had somehow spotted the rest of the Tiny partygoers. They wore matching tube tops that were too short and too low-cut respectively—One of them practically had her whole ass hanging out, while the other was dangerously close to having her boobs burst out of her dress.

Macy frowned, drooling from the corner of her mouth. “Maaaann… I was looking forward to getting off my feet too… You don’t thiiiiink…”

“Heeeyyy~” Marcie said, kneeling down mere inches from the anxious crowd of Tinies and bathing them in her beer-battered breath. “You lil’ guys wouldn’t mind sharing a seat with us, would you?” She giggled girlishly—a deep, foreboding rumble. “We’ve been on our feet allllll day… It’d only be the gentlemanly thing to do, riiiiight~”

Her eyes slowly blinked, one-at-a-time. Failing to pick up on the chorus of dissent rising from the Tinies, she shrugged and rose back up to her full height. 

“Oh yeah it’s fine,” Darcy suddenly spoke up, following a hefty burp. “If they don’t wanna give up their seat then they’ll just, like, move out of the way.” She ground her butt into her seat, adding “I think those are the food ones anyway.”

The Millers looked at each other. “I call dibs!” Macy shouted, spinning around to reveal a pair of asscheeks chewing up a G-string thong. “So scootch over!”

As she bent over, a pair of fingers suddenly wrapped around Eli and snatched him up, right as the girl collapsed into her seat. “Ooohhh, they tickle~” Macy laughed, feeling the Tinies squirm against her bare ass.

“Awww no fair!” Marcie cried. “I only got the one! What am I supposed to do with one measly lil’ Tiny!?” 

Eli’s stomach churned as he was scooped and swept through the air, pinned between two false nails. He dangled helplessly as the two titans bickered back and forth until Macy finally relented and stood up. The Tinies trapped beneath her had only the briefest taste of fresh air before Marcie squeezed in beside her, the twins barely fitting in a single seat.

“Jeez, Macy!” Marcie complained, trapped between Darcy’s overflowing flab and her sister’s hips. “You and your big butt—I’m getting squashed here!”

“Just like all the lucky lil’ guys we’re sharing a seat with~” The twins tittered.

All things considered, Eli was lucky he hadn’t been one of them. But he felt his luck run out as his captor finally turned her attention to him. She brought him up to her face covered in three layers of messy makeup and smearing mascara and eyed him hungrily.

She winked at him, and to his horror Eli realized she thought he was cute. Despite his protests, her plump lips glistening with gloss were getting closer and closer.

MMM-MWAH~

She planted a wet, sloppy kiss on him, coating Eli in hot pink lipstick. The little man sputtered and gasped, only to be thrust right back against the massive lips.

MWAH~

MWAHH~

MWAHHH~

“S-stop!” Eli finally gasped, his stamina exhausted. Marcie’s wet barrage of kisses finally subsided, and he found himself staring headlong down the front of her dress. She hooked a finger on her top and tugged it down, revealing a generous canyon of cleavage.

“I gotta save you for later, little loverboy~” She cooed. “Sorry it’s a bit stuffy in there, but you won’t mind, riiiight??”

Eli squirmed desperately as he was lowered towards the girl’s sweaty boobs. If she stuck him in there, then Kat would never—

“Heyyyyyy bitches!!!”

“KAAATTTTT!!!!” The girls erupted in plentiful chorus. Eli twisted around and saw Kat approaching from a distance, waving at her friends. Her sudden appearance had made Marcie hesitate and forget all about him. She let go, and her tub top snapped back into place, jiggling her bra-less bust.

Eli let out a sigh of relief and started waving his hands frantically, begging for Kat to come to his rescue.

“Mmm, whatcha got there?” She asked, leaning in for a closer look.

“Ohh, thiiiiiiiss lil’ guy?” Marcie replied, proudly displaying Eli’s flailing form. “We found him on the couch, he was JUST offering to share a seat with me n’ Macy. He’s such a cute lil’ perv isn’t heeeeee~”

Cool recognition washed over Kat’s face, but to Eli’s dismay she didn’t immediately spring into action. “Oh yeah,” She nodded, “He’s a cute little dork all right…” 

He didn’t have time to process the wink Kat had given him as Marcie whipped him through the air again. “I was GONNA save him for laterrrrr… But he’s so feisty I might just eat him noooww~”

The drunken slob opened her mouth, her tongue unfurling like the most unflattering red carpet. Again that foul breath washed over him as she began to lower Eli towards her drooling maw, replacing the view of her overflowing cleavage with her bottomless gullet.

“Kat, help! Kat!? KAT!!!” Eli wailed helplessly. Had she not recognized him? Or had she finally reached the limits of her amusement with him? And she didn’t even care enough to finish him off herself…

His swirling thoughts came to a halt as Kat couldn’t help herself any longer and burst into laughter. “Alrightalrightalright, stop, stop.”

Marcie froze, her potential snack dangling inches from her lips. “Wuzzat?”

“I said no eating my roommates. Now c’mon, hand him over.” Kat held out her hand expectantly. 

Marcie blinked slowly, one eye at a time. “Ohhhh, izzit your lil’ rooooomie? I always forget he’s such a lil’ cuuuuutie-patootie~” She pressed him into Kat’s cold palm and added, “If you’re ever free one of these days, lil’ gentleman…” The shitfaced girl gave him a sloppy wink and tugged down her neckline once again.

Eli shuddered.

“Thanks for the save,” He said as Kat placed him on her shoulder. “...But, y’know I could’ve used your help a little sooner maybe?”

Kat shrugged, throwing Eli off-balance. “Figured I’d make you sweat a little bit for peeping on the girls.” She snickered as he blushed. “But seriously dude, you really gotta be more careful. I won’t always be here to save your little butt. Wouldn’t want you to end up stuck under all… that.” She glanced at Darcy, spreading her legs and scratching her crotch unflatteringly.

“Aw sweet!” The girl exclaimed, finding a straggler between her legs. “Party snack!”

As she flicked the flailing speck into her maw, Eli felt a chill rattle down his spine. “Gotcha. I’ll try my best to… not get sat on, I guess.”

“Or, y’know, get stepped on or whatever.”

Eli’s eyes lit up suddenly. “Oh yeah! Kat, can I ask one last HUGE favor…?”

The girl nodded, listening to her roommate’s urgent request. “Hey Daze? My little roomie here says you're sitting on his friend.”

Daisy giggled and ground her butt further into the couch cushion.

“Welp, we tried.” Kat shrugged. 

The pit in Eli’s stomach reopened. “Oh. Well, can we get outta here, at least? I don’t really feel safe around—”

“You wanna leave? Already??” She picked up him and squinted at him critically. “Dude, calm down, we’ve only been here like five minutes. Plus I can’t just abandon the girls, they JUST got here! C’mon, we can stay a BIT longer, right?” 

He should’ve put his foot down and demanded Kat take him home. The constant threat of nearly getting squashed or confused for some party snack by her “friends” was just too much, and if she couldn’t understand that then maybe… maybe they’d—

He couldn’t do it.

Fumbling with his fingers, Eli eked out, “I—I guess it’d be alright… Only for a little bit, though!” As if he had a say in the matter.

She smiled warmly and gave him a quick full-body peck that went by so fast he didn’t even notice it. “Thanks dude!” And with that, she casually plunked him into the empty red solo cup she’d been toting around all night. “Sit tight, okay? I gotta use the bathroom.”

“B—bathroom?” Eli squeaked. His face turned flush.

“Relaaaax, dork,” She snorted. “I’m gonna leave you with the girls, you’ll be fine.”

“Kat—Kat, please don’t—” But it was too late, she’d already made the hand-off and was sauntering out of sight, leaving him squeaking anxiously. “Don’t leave me…”

“Don’t worry lil’ guy, we’ll take REAL good care of ya~ Won’t we, girls?”

Four drunken faces loomed overhead, gazing down at the little man at their mercy.

Eli prayed she’d come back soon.

After four grueling hours of being pinned under her butt, Daisy and the rest of the girls finally rose from their seats. Miranda considered herself lucky that she hadn’t gone up with them, watching as the rest of the unlucky Tinies found themselves stuck to the giant goth’s freckled buttocks and disappeared beneath her shimmering dress.

The bug-sized girl peeled herself off the sweaty assprint and spun around, still gasping for fresh air. “FUH—FUCKING FREAK!” She yelled uselessly as Daisy left, none the wiser to the sole speck that’d been left behind.

Speaking of which, looking around, Miranda realized that the party was looking emptier. A lot emptier…

She couldn’t find any of the Kappa girls still lingering around, but  she noticed that much of the couch had been decimated with crumbs and beer stains that probably hadn’t been there before. “Ugh, what a—”

“What a mess…” A heaving voice tremored. 

She gazed up at the bucktoothed colossus looming overhead, shaved head of hair parted to show off the look of pure disgust and disappointment. “Those cretins,”  She hissed, brandishing what Miranda recognized as a hand vacuum. 

“Least they could do is clean up after themselves,” She ho-hummed glumly, flicking the vacuum on and drowning out the rest of Miranda’s shouts.

“NO-NO-NO-NO-NO!!!” The forgotten girl wailed, giving up jumping and waving to break into a desperate sprint. The roar of suction grew louder, boulders of peanut shells and snack-crumbs whisking past her. “FUCK FUCK FUCK FU—”

The ground flew out from under her feet, and in an instant she was gone.

The bored PNM hadn’t even noticed the little pinkish speck she’d vacuumed up. A few hours of humiliating labor later, she emptied it into the trash and dragged the seeping garbage bag out to the curb.

And a few hours after that, a single, grumbling speck tore a hole in the garbage bag and began the long trek back to the sorority house.

She thought about that uptight dork who’d been so worried about getting forgotten or ignored or whatever he’d been traumadumping about.

What a little bitch.