Downsizing: The Dakota Files

Jason

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He and his friends called it sex tourism when they planned their trip to Southeast Asia. They planned on using their US dollars to pay for the wildest sex money could buy. And while his friends wanted vanilla prostitutes and high-quality lady-boys, Jason wanted something a little spicier. Something taboo and illegal back in the States. He wanted a downsizer to play with his meat pole.

“I’ll catch up,” Jason said to his gang. “Don’t wait up.”

They split in the middle of the busy streets of Manilla. Jason followed the directions he found on a forum and ended up in a shady part of the city.

He navigated a labyrinth of alleyways until arriving at a dilapidated one-story building with a worn, yellow billboard affixed to its façade. The entire structure appeared to be constructed with leftover building material and scavenged junk. But the cut-up billboard wall provided an unmistakable feature that told him he was in the right place.

A mass of black power lines spidered above his head. Power and data cable going every which way, including the building he was entering. He wondered how technicians got anything done.

He stepped through polluted puddles in the alley and smelled fried food being cooked with cheap oils. The smell of oyster sauce and chicken filled his nose. He entered through the rickety door and found a middle-aged Filipina behind a rotting counter. She had caked on makeup and her hair looked artificial with all the hairspray affixed to it. The lady was filing her nails and set it down as soon as she saw Jason.

“Hello big man,” she said with a thick accent. Noticing he was an obvious foreigner, the lady defaulted to English. “What you here for?”

“I heard I can get a massage here,” Jason said.

“Ooo, yes. Massage. What kind?”

Jason walked up to the counter. Sweat dripped from his brow from the excessive heat and his nervousness. “Downsizers? You got pretty downsizers that can get me a massage? I got money.”

“Oh, yes!” she said, almost demeaning. “Many beautiful tiny girls. You need many, no? White boys have big dicks. You have big dick?”

Jason grinned. “I suppose.”

“Okay. How many girls?”

“I got a hundred bucks.”

“Four girls, 30 minutes.”

“Let’s do it.” He handed her the money, and she promptly shoved the cash into her cleavage. “I want to choose the girls.”

“Yes, of course, of course,” she said in that demeaning voice again.

Gloria took him in the back. He entered a dingy room illuminated by two incandescent light bulbs overhead, with no cover. Along a wall were shelves with dirty aquariums. Inside, he could see dozens of scantily clad downsized girls—and they weren’t all Filipinas. He saw many Asian women and men.

“Pick four from here,” Gloria pointed at a far end aquarium.

Jason felt his dick throbbing. The downsizers came up to the glass walls and looked up at him, striking lazy poses and blowing kisses at him as he walked. Their living condition didn’t look the greatest. This brothel treated them like animals. He saw a water bowl and one large-ish bed inside each aquarium. He wouldn’t be surprised if the beds were made from straw, given the quality of the aquarium. But he dismissed these thoughts as he looked at the pretty downsizers. He wondered how they were ordered and thought maybe they were categorized by looks.

The aquarium he that Gloria pointed out had some mid to okay looking girls. Did I not give enough money? No matter. The thrill was having these chicks play with dick. Their looks weren’t all that important. Jason pointed at the four girls he wanted to fuck.

“Ooo, good choice, big man,” Gloria said. She took him to another room without taking or bothering the girls. “You wait here.” She pointed at a grimy bed. “Private room. You fuck the girls, but no hurt or kill.”

“Right,” he said, sitting on the bed.

“I clean them after you get them messy. No pee, no poop.”

Jason nervously laughed. “Got it.”

“Okay, big man. I bring your toys now.”

She walked out. Jason didn’t know how to prep himself, but the oppressive humidity made his choice for him. He took off his sweaty shirt and kicked off his sneakers and sat at the end of the bed, eager to fuck some downsizers for the first time. Not once did he question the living condition or care about the lives of the women he paid to fuck. Their lives weren’t all that important, except for the next thirty minutes with him.

Jason wondered why he felt dehydrated out of the blue. His vision became blurry and he felt lethargic suddenly. He blinked several times but his heavy eyelids eventually shut and never reopened.

The lady dropped downsized Jason into an aquarium near the entrance of the room that he overlooked when he was still human. He stood up and pounded on the glass wall while stark nude. He yelled up at Gloria, but she paid him no attention. She rummaged through his wallet and stole his cash.

“Thank you, big man,” she said in that annoying tone of hers. She pulled out something from her pocket and dropped into the fish tank over his head. Scraps of downsized clothing fluttered on him.

Jason learned from the others imprisoned with him that he was in the foreigner aquarium. Europeans and other American occupied the prison with him. Only six of them, out of 14, spoke English.

They didn’t know why the brothel downsized them specifically. The others have seen Johns enter the brothel and pick out downsizers to fuck and leave with their humanity intact. Every so often, however, people like Jason got downsized against their will and added to the brothel’s collection.

“I knew you were going to get downsized,” one man said to Jason. He sat with his back against the glass wall.

“How?” Jason felt silly wearing the scraps of clothing like a loincloth. Though no one else had proper clothes, so he couldn’t complain.

“You look cheap.”

“Huh?”

“The guys and chicks that make it out of here without downsizing, look rich. You do not. I’ve talked to the others. We all cheaped out when we came here to fuck and now we’re shrunk.”

“What the fuck? Why didn’t she just ask for more money?”

“That doesn’t fucking matter now, does it?” The man let the back of his head rest on the glass.

“We gotta do something! Can we escape or call for help? My friends will know I’m here.” Jason paced back and forth as he lost his mind.

“Bro, just accept your fate. If you’re lucky, you’ll die quickly and leave this hell.”

“Die?”

“After humans have their time with us, we either come back here alive—or we don’t come back at all. Use your imagination.”

Ming

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Gloria owned and ran her brothel. She came once a day to maintain the living quarters for over 50 captured downsizers for her business. Gloria filled each water trough with a pitcher of water. She emptied their bathrooms—more like outhouses standing in each corner of the aquariums—and fed the downsizers. Feeding time was awful. She treated them like swine at a farm.

Coming into the room, Gloria chewed on some lumpia she had on a plate. She would chew, swallow half, and spit the rest into each aquarium one-by-one. Jason was appalled the first day he saw it. Everyone in the aquarium came running out into the center to eat the disgusting, masticated food. They fought for their share and devoured what little scraps the lady gave, ignoring her saliva and the taste of her mouth.

Jason skipped the meal the first day but quickly learned why everyone seemed so hungry. There wasn’t enough food for everyone, and feeding time was literally once a day. By the third day, Jason fought others to chew on a mostly eaten fried chicken bone. They gnawed on the bone and devoured all the leftover meat until the chicken bone sparkled. Gloria seemed to never give them fresh food or anything that hadn’t come from her mouth. Like a mother bird feeding her young. It was so demeaning.

Some days, Jason saw as many as a dozen Johns come to the brothel. Mostly men. But the frequency of women that visited the establishment surprised him. The men that came in suits seemed to pay top dollar for the top-shelf aquarium. Having their way with bombshell women that were two-inches tall.

But the most frightening experience of being in the brothel for a week was seeing how many downsizers never came back from the back rooms. He never knew what happened to them. But the humans seemed satisfied after exiting. Some even stuck their faces close to the tanks and shopped for their next victim the next time they would visit.

Ming entered the brothel wearing oversized sunglasses and a Luis Vuitton purse slung over her shoulder. She wore an expensive white bouse and navy-blue skirt. Ming spoke in broken Tagalog with Gloria at the counter, as her native Mandarin wouldn’t be of use here. She had some specific demands and brought some video equipment necessary for creating an internet video.

Gloria grew frustrated with the woman while making a deal, but when Ming flashed a wad of cash, Gloria’s tone changed. After accepting the money, she gave Ming the red carpet treatment.

Jason watched the Chinese woman regard all the downsizers in their prisons, finally settling on his with all the Western foreigners. Ming pointed at his aquarium and told the lady something in Tagalog.

This is it, Jason thought as he stood at the glass wall, looking up at the high-class female customer. He was about to be prostituted out to another foreigner that knew how sex tourism worked better than he did.

Ming and Gloria were arguing about something. It looked contentious, but when Ming flashed another wad of cash, the brothel owner nodded in agreement, her eyes glued to the paper cash in Ming’s hand.

Gloria took the money and lifted the aquarium in her arms. Jason and the others slid around, as the ride was far more hazardous than Gloria thought it would be. They slammed against the walls, lost their footing, and crashed into one another. The lady’s body flattened against the aquarium as she moved it into the downsize machine.

Gloria set the aquarium on the floor and left, shutting the door behind her. The brothel possessed an older version of the downsize machine, which had its problems, but was highly customizable and hackable compared to the newer models. Despite the brothel building looking worn down and glued together with items from a landfill, the downsize machine was sleek and futuristic. Gloria had done a terrific job hiding most of it from unsuspecting victims. She pulled off a cover and exposed a touch panel.

Ming idly browsed her phone and looked up at Gloria several times to check on the progress. Gloria pressed the commence button after making crucial calculations and prayed the machine would operate with the out-of-scope parameters.

After the humming motors died down, Gloria entered the downsize machine to check on the fifteen people inside the aquarium. She smiled deviously, impressed she got the calculations right the first time. And what’s better, it looked like all the downsizers were alive, except for one that was lying face first on the ground. She picked up the half-inch sized man and brought his lifeless body to her eyes. She confirmed he was dead. But one out of fifteen was good!

Jason hyperventilated. The 170-foot human giantess was now approximately 800-feet tall. She downsized them—again! They were double-downsized and smaller than what he thought possible.

They backed off when she stuck her hand in the aquarium and pulled out the body of the man that first talked to him when Jason was initially downsized. What in the hell do they want from us? He watched the mega giantess pocket the corpse and look down at them with newfound joy.

Ming had the surviving double downsizers in a glass bowl in a private room. She set up her phone on a tripod and even had a ring light affixed to it like a professional streamer. The giantess ignored the cries coming from the bowl and addressed the camera on her phone.

Jason was unsure if she was live streaming or recording, but that didn’t matter. His new size shook him to his core. Not only was he so vulnerable at two inches, what was life going to be at half-an-inch tall? Downsizers were so easy to kill at their standard two inches. But half-an-inch! Why would this Chinese giantess want them so small? Jason thought two inches was too small and would rather have someone at six-inches play with his dick. He never dreamed of someone as small as he was then.

Ming pulled out a pair of ivory chopsticks from her luxury purse and spoke a mile a minute in her native language at the camera. Ming unbuttoned the top of her blouse, showing off a little of her milky cleavage. That morning she had applied her red lipstick precisely on her lips and they contrasted against the white backdrop of skin. Even her black hair was done up in a fashion-model quality for this important stream.

While speaking, Ming finally looked down at the bowl of 14 double-downsized men. Her chopsticks came down and plucked a random man with the strike of a cobra. She held the man up to her eyes and made a cooing sound to him and continued talking for the camera. The man said something in German. Sounded like a plea to Jason.

Ming ignored him and said something else to the camera while holding up one finger. She then opened her mouth and shoved the crying man into her mouth. The chopsticks slipped out between her plump lips, clean and empty. Ming made sounds like she was savoring a succulent piece of steak. She said a few words and then swallowed.

Screams erupted from the bowl. They shouted in their native language, begging the cruel Chinese giantess to stop and to throw up the man she just consumed. Jason stood frozen, his vision blurring. He just witnessed the most horrifying thing in his life. The giantess ate a defenseless person whole. What kind of fucking sex tourism is this?

Ming lifted two fingers to the camera, and then the chopsticks snatched another morsel in a flash. She brought this man close to the camera. Since the phone’s screen faced her, the man could see himself blown up on the screen. Messages flashed upwards with emojis of food and the devil’s smiling face. Most of the text was in Chinese characters and foreign to the man. Were people watching his death live?

Ming opened her mouth, and this time she brought her mouth to the chopsticks without moving it. She slurped up the man close to the screen. She tasted him by opening her mouth. Showing off her giant pink tongue batter and manipulate the man. He cried and begged, to no avail. He got quick glimpses of himself on the phone’s screen. The double-downsizer was so utterly small inside her mouth.

The giantess made a glucking motion and swallowed the man without closing her lips. The viewers saw his frantic body slide under her uvula, arms flailing, before falling over the edge of her esophagus and disappearing forever.

Ming critiqued the man’s taste and his fight for survival. She rated him four out of ten. Three fingers for the screen this time. Ming plucked up another and tossed him in her mouth. Like a wine tasting, she commented on the texture of skin, the saltiness of his tears, and his thrashing. She shoved him on her molars and slightly bit down to rate his sturdiness. She said he was weaker than a gummy bear.

Beaten up, and cut up, the man slid down the 20-story esophagus before entering the chamber of her stomach. His open wounds would hurt tenfold against her acids.

Ming slowed down with her eating. She didn’t want to swallow everyone up too fast. She had content to create and needed to stretch things out. Her viewers asked a myriad of questions, and she took time answering them. Eating foreign downsizers was her favorite activity with the stupidly shrunken. Making them slaves was a close second. There was nothing like having a team of two-inch men and women service her feet after a long day of shopping.

She swallowed another man. Her tone was so dismissive of their lives when she spoke for her viewers. She spoke as if giving solemn details of a harsh life. The downsizers she ate were inconsequential. This was a mukbang, with 90% talk and 10% eating.

Another button on her blouse unbuttoned and more skin showing caused a flurry of chats in her livestream.

Jason would’ve swooned over Ming under any other circumstance. But he was paralyzed with fear and fell to the bottom of the bowl, crying in the fetal position. Why didn’t any of his friends come looking for him? What about his family? Did any of them reach out to the embassy?

The bowl became increasingly empty as Ming feasted on them. Some men ran like chickens with their heads cut off, and Ming seemed to target them. Her stomach became busy with the lives of 11 men, fighting to survive. A massacre. A livestream for horny people. His final moments alive in was like being in a plane crashing down to the ground. All he wanted to do was fuck a couple of two-inch women and go on his way. He felt like he learned a valuable lesson. Unfortunately for him, it was all for nothing.

Ming’s chopsticks pinched his torso and lifted him out of the bowl. He was sling-shotted hundreds of feet in a manner of seconds. His equilibrium shot for a couple of seconds before vertigo took over. His tear-filled eyes stared at her indifferent black ones that were much larger than his entire body.

Ming frowned because of the pathetic creature she was about to eat. She made some baby noises. Despite the language barrier, he knew she was mocking his life for a few seconds of content on her stream.

She moved the chopstick to the camera and showed off his whimpering body. The bright white light coming from her ring light temporarily blinded Jason. As his eyes adjusted, he looked at himself on the screen and saw the chat go wild with crying face emojis. Even her chat was making fun of him. He would soon be forgotten like the rest of her meal inside her stomach.

Ming liked the top row of her teeth, drawing Jason’s attention. She snapped her teeth like a piranha and smiled and her goofy attempt to be sinister. The giantess then slowly opened her mouth, showing off strands of saliva clinging to the top and bottom of her cavernous maw like stalagmites and stalactites.

The door to the private room burst open. Gloria entered and made a gesture, pointing at her wristwatch, indicating her time was up.

Ming yelled back in Tagalog, but Gloria was not in the mood. She stepped in front of her streamer set up, blocking the ring lighting and showing off her ass to the stream. Gloria demanded more money, and Ming told her to fuck off. Ming already made the money it cost for her session with the brothel, and then some from her stream. She could easily afford more time, but at that point, her profit margin would just shrink.

She returned Jason to the glass bowl and removed her chopsticks. Ming then addressed her chat and ended the stream.

Three. Only three survivors. The rest were inside the Chinese woman’s stomach. Some were still alive and clinging to food and drink she consumed before entering the brothel. She had boba tea and some of the tapioca balls provided buoys for the surviving double-downsizers in her stomach.

Jason heard Ming burp as she packed up her gear and button her blouse. She left, regarding no one. She had her fun and made bank in the process.

Gloria picked up the bowl with Jason and two others. She smiled and was fascinated by their smallness. After years of working with downsizers, their novelty had worn off. But seeing these tiny men, smaller than her nails, intrigued Gloria.

Jason & the Deal

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“Big man!” Gloria said. Days after Ming’s massacre, Gloria had taken a shine to Jason. Customers who wanted to experiment with the double-downsizers paid six times the normal cost. But Jason was off limits. Eventually the other two double-downsizers died of various accidents caused by the humans. “You make me lots of money, okay?”

“I can!” Jason shouted. They were at her counter. He was standing on a clipboard and dodging her pencil. Beside the clipboard was his human-sized wallet. “But I can’t make you money if I get killed.”

“I can shrink others tiny like you. You not special.”

“My sister!” Jason dodged the sharpened end of the pencil as Gloria playfully tried to poke him. “She’s got money. Please. Let me talk to her and I can get you thousands of dollars if release me back to my family. I promise I won’t tell anyone what happened here. I just want to be free.”

Jason spoke Gloria’s language when she heard about the money. She stopped moving the pencil and thought about his proposal.

Gloria charged up Jason’s phone and video called his sister from his contact list. She held and tilted the phone so the camera was right on him.

“Jason, where the fuck have you been?” Celeste asked as soon as the call connected. She sat cross-legged on her bed and was in her pajamas. “Why’ve you been ignoring everyone’s calls?”

“Celeste, it’s so goddamn nice hearing your voice again.”

“Shh!” Gloria vocalized. “Don’t use bad words with God’s name.”

Jason nodded.

“Who was that?” Celeste asked.

“Sis, listen … I’ve been downsized. I’m here stuck in the Philippines, and my captor won’t let me go unless you pay a ransom.”

Celeste snickered. “Are you serious? Oh my God. Downsized? You never wanted to downsize. I can’t wait to hold you, though. You will sign your CoH to me, right?”

“Did you hear what I said? You need to pay my ransom!”

“Yeah, yeah. How much they want?”

Jason turned to the giantess and made an expression that showed it was her turn to talk.

“For big man,” Gloria said, “I want 50 thousand.”

Celeste laughed. “This has got to be a prank.”

“Sis, please!” Jason cried. He whimpered and wiped tears from his eyes. “I’m in fucking hell. I almost died. They shrunk me twice!”

“Really?” Celeste tried to stop laughing.

A gigantic finger came down. It’s width almost as tall as Jason.

Celeste’s eyes bulged. “What the fuck!”

The camera flipped and turned away from Jason. It then turned to Gloria who wore an unamused expression.

“Big man is pricey. He extra tiny. My customers want him. I will keep him safe—but you pay.”

“Fifty-fucking-thousand dollars? Can we come down? C’mon, my brother can’t be worth that much. Especially if he’s that small!”

“He is. I make lots of money with extra small. You pay, or I sell him to others.”

“Fuck,” Celeste said under her breath. “Let me talk to my brother again.”

The camera turned and lowered back to Jason.

“Celeste, you can’t leave me here. Take a loan or something, I’ll pay it back!”

“You’re the size of a pimple on my butt,” she said, rolling her eyes. “How the fuck are you ever going to work off that debt?”

“Celeste! You can’t consider leaving me here! I’m your brother.”

“Yeah, but it’s 50-gees, though.”

“What?” he shouted. “If the roles were reversed, I wouldn’t hesitate to bail you out!” he cried out.

“Yeah, but I would never get myself in trouble in a foreign country like you. So, I don’t know what to tell you. You kinda brought this upon yourself.”

“No,” he said, finding it hard to breathe while sobbing. “I’m so fucking tiny and in danger here.”

“Jason, I’m sorry!” She smiled, looking guilty and bashful that she went too far with her teasing. They’ve known each other for over twenty years, surely Jason should’ve picked up on her sarcastic teasing. Then again, her brother was half-an-inch tall and in danger. Maybe she should’ve been a little empathetic. “You know I got you, bro. I’ll get you. 50 large? Not a problem.”

“Good!” Gloria picked up the phone and addressed the younger sister. “You have one week.”

Gloria took Jason’s belongings off the counter and stashed them in a sack under the counter. Looking down at the micro creature, she rested her elbow on the counter and her chin on the heel of her palm. She wondered why she hadn’t thought of double-downsizing before. Two-inch people were great, but the tinier they got, the more adorable they became.

The risks with double downsizing a person was enormous, but Gloria didn’t mind sacrificing hundreds if she could get at least one Jason out of it. It would require acquiring more downsizers, however. That would be easy.

“Sleep with me tonight, honey,” Gloria said to Jason.

“Uh, yeah. I can go back to the glass cage.”

“No, honey. I have warm bed and good food. You come with me.”

“Seriously. I’m okay. Can you take me back with the other downsizers?”

He spoke as if he was miles away, his voice barely perceptible at his new size. Humans who regularly spent time with downsizers trained their ears to better understand their little voices. It would take Gloria more time with Jason for her ears to adjust to the micro man.

“Come with me.” Gloria left no room for discussion. She gently pinched him between her fingers and slowly raised him to her breasts. Although the Philippines didn’t have a robust handling program like the West’s Micro-Human Interaction Permits (MHIP), they had awareness programs and training programs on handling downsizers. Gloria had learned quick that she could kill a downsizer through whiplash if she picked them up or moved them too quickly. And because of Jason’s condition, that meant he needed extra care.

Gloria stuffed Jason inside her cleavage and locked up her business early that day. She took Jason home, where she had her way with him—against his will.

The Stranger

===

A few days later, Gloria was checking the messages on Jason’s phone and read a message from his sister about obtaining most of the 50-thousand-dollar ransom. She said in one day, she’ll have all the money.

Bittersweet news for Gloria. Was losing Jason worth 50 large? It was life-changing money. But Jason proved to be an exhilarating lover and companion, despite him fighting her with every demand she made. He was a man with manly needs and she had a grand pussy … wasn’t that enough for him? The tiny man complained about her scent and her hairy snatch, but Gloria reminded him that actual women have pubic hair and their pussies smell.

Not her fault that his senses overloaded with her gigantic body. And besides, Jason had a Western upbringing. What did he know about women? Gloria would teach him. So what if her pubic hair was well four times his height and she could stink up her bedroom by taking off her pants? He would learn to not only embrace her body, but she would also teach him to lust over it.

Gloria looked into a handheld powder compact and applied makeup to her face. The wrinkles on her face from years of smoking and drinking alcohol were taking a toll. Nothing some makeup couldn’t hide, even if she had to layer it on. Look at me, she laughed at herself. Primping herself up for a half-inch man. She played with the idea of taking the 50 thousand and keeping Jason simultaneously. What would stop her?

The rotting door to her brothel burst open, letting in humidity and a blend of yellow-orange light. At the doorway: an imposing figure. At first, Gloria thought it was a man because of the person’s tallness. But when the figure straightened out, clearing their head under the short doorway constructed for locals, she saw the unmistakable feminine curves of a woman.

Gloria watched the figure, not realizing her mouth was hanging open. This woman was probably around 6’4” and had some meat on her. She shut the door and sealed the blinding light from outside. Gloria’s eyes adjusted to the mysterious woman. A customer? She wore blue jeans that were wrapped around her long legs like cellophane. Her thighs were thicker than milk jugs. The Amazonian woman tucked her white shirt into her jeans, showing off a silver belt buckle that was larger than Gloria’s pack of cigarettes.

American. Gloria puffed between her lips so only she could hear.

A brown maple cowboy hat sat on top of her sweat-soaked chocolate-colored hair, flowing freely below her shoulders. Woven leather bracelets adorned both wrists, with few leather strings untied, flowing like tassels on a fringe skirt.

The mysterious stranger took a step into the shop, closing the gap between herself and Gloria’s counter. The 5’0” tall Filipina tossed her compact into her purse and dropped it behind her counter. She tried standing tall for what it was worth. Maybe a scowl and rudeness would make the short woman seem more intimidating?

The footsteps from the Amazonian woman caused the entire surroundings to warp into her heavy footfalls. Like a bowling ball on a trampoline, the flooring, walls, and even Gloria felt themselves being influenced by her gravitational pull. Her worn cowboy boots with squared toes created a thumping sound that reverberated in Gloria’s skull. She felt the stranger’s weight—her entire brothel did. This woman was bigger than life and entered her establishment like she owned the city.

“Howdy, ma’am,” she said, standing tall over the thigh-high counter. She wore a bright smile as she adjusted her cowboy hat, tilting further back on her head to show off her sweaty forehead and dark eyes.

“Hoy.” Gloria said.

The Filipina couldn’t pinpoint the stranger’s ethnicity. She was obviously American, considering her appearance and accent. Her complexion reminded Gloria of freshly brewed coffee with a dollop of cream and vanilla. A rich-earthly brown that shimmered even in the shadows. Dark inked tattoos spread through her arms like meandering vines growing on the side of a cottage. Floral patterns, mountains, coyotes, and what appeared to be a dream catcher with long feathers decorated her body.

“I hear y'all sell downsizers here,” the tall woman said with a smirk. She exuded confidence.

“I don’t sell them,” Gloria said, placing one hand on her hip as she looked high up at the woman. “I provide service. Companionship with tiny people.”

“What if I'm lookin' for more than just companionship?” Her impeccable white teeth distinguished itself against her brown skin.

“What more you want?”

“Big girl like me has gotta eat!”

“That costs extra.”

The woman pulled two hundred dollars from her wallet. “What will this get me?”

Gloria laughed internally. Nothing! Except your humanity! Another foreigner thinking because they’re in another country, everything, including downsizers, is cheap. And customers who thought they could pull a fast one on her were certainly doomed.

“Four downsizers,” Gloria said.

“Shoot, that’s hardly a mouthful.”

“More money, for more food.”

“Four hundred bucks then.”

“I give you four more downsizer. Only girls.”

“Deal.” The woman handed the cash to Gloria.

“Name?”

“Why do you need my name?”

“I keep record.”

The woman snickered. “Name’s Dakota. Happy?”

“Yes. You here just for eat downsizers?”

“Well—if I could've done this back home, you think I'd've left New Mexico?”

Gloria snickered this time. It was wild how much protection some downsizers had in other parts of the world. If anything, they were overprotected and treated like valuable rare earth metals.

She guided Dakota to the back, where she had the aquariums sitting on dilapidated shelves that sagged. Gloria pointed at her cheap aquarium filled with bland-looking women. Dakota stooped down and scrutinized her potential meals. The feeble downsizers backed off from the glass walls, as this giantess was like nothing they had ever seen before. She was so enormous and alluring that it gave them mixed feelings. They’ve had to entertain some of the ugliest Johns in the past—and if they had to entertain a beauty, well, that made their work that less shitty. She could be fun. But she was so titanically large, she seemed like a lot of work.

“Nice setup y'all got here.” Dakota moved to the other aquariums. Dozens of downsizers recoiling in fear as her eyes swept across them. Her footsteps in the room caused their core to rattle and the lightbulbs to vibrate under each heavy footfall. “Hmm, what do we have here?”

Jason saw the giantess take notice of him. His vision turned black when he saw her dark pupils lock onto his body. He passed out from fear for several moments. When he came to, he was on his back with a pounding headache. He looked up at the giantess with a cowboy hat with some loose strands of her chocolate hair framing her face like a curtain. Her breath washed over him. He could smell her sweat mixed with the fragrance of her perfume. The weather seemed to change around her, radically influenced by the heat of her mass.

Jason kicked his legs and crab walked several paces behind, before getting enough sense to get on his feet and run behind the water trough where he hid. As he lay on the ground, he noticed how badly he was shaking in fear.

Without turning her head away from the extra small man, Dakota asked, “How much for this little fella?”

“Not for sale.” Gloria walked beside the woman. Even though Dakota was bent over at the hip to get a closer look at the aquarium, she still towered over Gloria. “He special.”

“Now that's somethin'—didn't know they came that small. I want this one.”

“No; you can’t afford.”

“Name your price.”

“Ten thousand for one hour,” Gloria lied. Something preposterous ought to dissuade the woman.

Dakota straightened up and chuckled. “Bullshit. C’mon, give me a real number. I want to play with this one.”

“Off-limit. I give you eight girls for what you paid. Come.” Gloria made a come-hither gesture with her arms and hand. “I take you to your room and bring you girls. You hungry and need to eat.”

Jason whimpered when he heard that. The trauma of seeing 11 people getting swallowed and he himself narrowly escaping the same fate was still fresh in his mind. This pretty giantess was ruthless like all the other Johns and was staring at him like her next meal. He should have known better.

“Fine!” Dakota followed the much smaller woman. “How 'bout a grand for ten with this little one?”

“No! He mine.” Gloria placed her hand on Dakota’s back and tried pushing her into the next room, but it was like pushing an unmoving boulder.

“A grand ain't enough? Must be pretty special then.”

“He is.”

“I guess my eight girls should be enough.”

“Big girl like you—yes.” Gloria finally convinced Dakota to enter the room. The downsizing machine room. She didn’t care about Dakota’s money anymore, which was uncharacteristic of Gloria. Now Gloria wanted to make a point with Dakota. Who did this American think she was? Coming into her establishment, flashing her money while wearing a ridiculous hat like some yee-haw cowboy? She was going to make her small. Smaller than anyone’s ever been. And if she dies in the process, oh well. “I bring delicious girls to you.”

The door to the room shut.

Dakota took off her hat and ran her fingers through her hair. Guess I gotta do this the hard way. She sat on the bed and fought to take off her boots and jeans, setting them on the ground.

Gloria fiddled with the touchscreen. Jason left his hiding spot and walked up the glass wall to look out. Damn, she’s going to downsize her. It appeared like the beautiful brown giantess was about to be as small as he was. Served her right for visiting the brothel, intending to eat downsizers. Maybe he’ll talk to her after she shrinks. He’ll confront her and ask her what the hell was a matter with her. Did she not realize the downsizers in this room were prisoners? Trafficked to provide cheap thrills to humans against their will?

The irony of Jason being here was not lost on him. But after being trapped in the brothel for a month, he fucking hated everything about sex tourism. These asshole Johns took advantage of a system that failed the vulnerable. He fucking hated it. Hated it! All the humans that entered the brothel. And especially that raping bitch Gloria. Even if she forced downsized this hungry giantess, it didn’t make her actions any better. He and the others wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for her.

Gloria hit the commence button, causing the awful whine of the downsize machine to whirl up. It sounded like a turbine, and as it quickly reached its zenith, it began slowing down and becoming quieter. When it finished, Gloria sighed in relief. She was now the biggest person in the brothel.

She opened the door and entered the room. Inside, she found a pile of clothes between two large cowboy boots. She kneeled and pulled each article of clothing apart, carefully because the half-inch woman could be anywhere. Because all her focus was on the pile, she didn’t hear Dakota slipping out behind her.

Jason’s face turned white as if he saw a ghost. The brown-skinned giantess, with an impressive assortment of tattoos and bulbous backside, came tiptoeing out of the downsizing machine stark naked. And what was more impressive was that she kept all her height. She was still human! A tall, thick human. He watched her firm ass jiggle as she deftly shut the door and made her way to the control panel.

Commence. She hit the button with a flourish of her finger.

Gloria heard the downsize machine start back up. She dropped the warm blue jeans from her hand and looked over her shoulder. The door shut! Gloria ran to the door and twisted the knob but found it locked. She tried again but the knob, as large as a softball now, didn’t budge. She placed two hands on the dinner plate-sized knob and attempted to turn it. Nothing. The doorknob pulled further away above. She jumped, but now it rose to 50 feet above her head. Her loose clothing pulled her down.

Gloria tried jumping again, but her shirt was the size of a circus tent now and draped over her miniscule body. She fought against the lethargic feeling of downsizing. Her adrenaline and fear caused her to navigate through her gigantic clothes, looking for a way out.

Dakota wiped the sweat off her brow. Whatever A/C they had in this brothel was not enough. The humidity was oppressive enough that Dakota briefly considered going about her day naked. When the downsize process was complete, she opened the door and found Gloria’s clothes at the foot of the doorway. This brought a smile to her face. The middle-aged woman knew she was shrinking and tried to make a run for it.

Gloria clambered out of her giant shirt and slid down its slope until her nude body rolled onto the dirty floor. An echoing boom drew her attention behind her. How large was Dakota compared to her? Gloria used the hacked settings on the console to downsize the woman past its parameters. That meant Gloria was the same size as Jason.

“Stop, stop!” she yelled out.

The giantess had her arms folded in front of her. Naked except for the arrogant smirk on her face. She took another step. Her thick thighs bursting with muscles shook with each footfall. A tattoo of the moon was in the center, and below that was a Native American tribe sitting around a roaring fire. Desert flowers guarded by thorns etched in her ankles.

“Why should I stop?”

“I give you money. You can have all the downsizees. No hurt me!”

“I could just take what I want—your money, your downsizers. All of it. Not like you can stop me,” Dakota said, while keeping her arms folded and taking another step. “Besides, what could you offer me … besides being an evil bitch?”

“Me! You can have me! I don’t care what you do, just don’t kill me!”

Gloria’s scream abruptly cut off as Dakota’s massive right foot landed on top of her. Gloria’s body popped at the ball of Dakota’s foot, just under the second and third toe. She turned Gloria into nothing but pulp and smashed entrails—in a volume smaller than a blueberry. Dakota’s other bare foot swung over and completed a step. Then her right. Dakota crushed Gloria and continued walking across the room, unconcerned with the tiny life she obliterated underfoot and unwilling to give the tiny a second thought. She reached her pile of clothes in the center of the room and picked up her white shirt.

After slipping on her shirt and panties, Dakota looked over her shoulder and spotted the room with shelves upon shelves of downsizers. She padded out the downsizer room, leaving behind an insignificant amount of Gloria’s blood in her footprints. After five steps, she had transferred whatever remained of the brothel owner to the already grimy floor.

Jason felt his stomach lurch. The giantess entered the room and had her eyes trained on his glass prison. He literally pissed himself as he felt the aquarium rattle with each one of her titanic steps.

He turned to run, tripping over his feet and falling on his face, cutting his lip open with his teeth. Jason got up and ran behind his water bowl while trying to stem the bleeding from his mouth with his hand. He wore only shorts, and in a month's time, had lost significant weight. He was skinny to begin with, but now his ribs were visible. As he hid behind the water trough, he could feel the giantess hovering overhead like a celestial object.

“Howdy,” the giantess said. “Can I ask you somethin’? You ever think about datin' someone taller than you? Would you be into that?”

Jason peered over the edge of the bowl and saw the giantess staring right at him with a smile. She had her arms folded neatly on the rim of the aquarium with her chin resting on the back of her hand.

“Huh?”

“So, take me, for example—I'm a tad taller than you. Would you go to dinner sometime with me? Or is the height thing somethin’ of a deal killer for you?”

“Please,” Jason cried out. “I’m sorry. My friends pressured me to come out here and talked up how this place was like an amusement park. I wasn’t thinking straight and regret ever thinking about paying for sex.”

“People say shit like that when they're scared. Trust me, I've heard it hundreds of times. Lots of regrets and such.”

Jason trembled. “You’re going to kill me?”

“I haven’t decided yet. Tell you what—let's have some fun first, see where it goes. What d'you think?”

Jason collapsed on the floor. He shut his eyes, causing a tear to roll down his cheek. “Okay.”

“Giving up so easily?”

“I won’t fight you. Not like I can. I’ll do whatever you want without talking back. But can you promise me something?”

“Hmm?” the giantess asked while raising her brow, intrigued.

“I’ve been here for … I don’t know. A month? The others have been here longer.” He pointed at the other aquariums. “I’ve been through hell—but they’ve been through worse. Can you …” He sighed, unable to finish a coherent sentence. “Free them? I know you’re here for fun. But this is worse than dungeon torture. Worse than a drug cartel execution. They don’t deserve this, and it would be a blessing if you could spare them. Give them their freedom. Please?”

She considered what he said. Poor little thing must’ve gone through a lot to reach such a position. “You don’t want your freedom?”

“I want a lot of things.” He sat with his arms around his legs, contemplating his life to that point. “But my freedom alone wouldn’t be enough, knowing places like this exist. I couldn’t live with myself. I guess what I’m saying is, take me instead of them … if that’s even an option.”

“Not buyin' what you're sellin'. Good try little dude, but flattery won't work with me.”

“I’m yours to do, no matter what. I’ve made peace with that. The others imprisoned here need a voice. No matter how small. I fucking wish I knew that before.”

She stood up and stroked her chin with heavy eyelids as she regarded Jason’s words. She detected his words as genuine and that of a reformed individual. Quite impressive considering the short time the brothel imprisoned him for.

“Look, I was gonna fuck with you a bit longer—y'know, act like I'd use you and toss you aside like a toy. Celeste wanted me to teach you a lesson about comin' to places like this. But somethin' tells me your experience here—”

“Celeste?” Jason asked, jumping to his feet and yelling up at the giantess. “My sister? Wait, who are you?”

“Name’s Dakota Redhorse. I work for ATLAS. Your sister reached out to us, and I personally took your case. You little troublemaker,” she said with a grin.

Jason dropped to his knees. “Celeste did this? She did it! I knew she’d pull through. I love my sister!” he shouted to the heavens. “Wait, but the others. You have to save them. You can’t leave them here!”

Dakota smirked. “That’s what I like to hear.” Rare to find a victimized downsizer like Jason put the thoughts of others over himself. “Don't sweat it—I'll get us all outta here.”

She placed her hand inside the aquarium beside Jason with her palm facing up. Jason hesitated but climbed up the side of Dakota’s hand, which was thick as he was tall. She kept her hand steady until he reached the center of her palm. She elevated him up like a rising cloud until he was level with her face.

“I’ve seen many things in my career,” she said. “Never seen anyone as small and precious as you.”

“Is it reversible?” Jason asked with hope. “Can I at least be like a normal downsizer?”

“Yeah, it's permanent. No way around that.”

“I see.” He looked down. “By the way, to answer your question—”

“Hmm?”

“I’d go out to dinner with you. Assuming you don’t mind being seen with someone a tad shorter than you.”

“I don’t mind!” she said with a bright smile, almost laughing. “Oh, but Jason, there’s something you gotta know about me if we do this.”

“What’s that?” A worry washed over him.

“I put out on the first date.”

After Dakota dressed herself, she pulled out three specific computer chips from a circuit board inside the maintenance panel of the downsize machine, disabling it. Only a skilled engineer with access to the controlled computer chips could repair the damage she’d done.

She contacted the local authorities about an unauthorized downsize machine, knowing that if any corrupt person were to mess with it, they’d have zero luck getting it to work. A landfill had more value than the four-ton disabled machine.

She gathered all the downsizers into one aquarium and covered them with a bed sheet. She took a cab to a known shelter for downsizers that she trusted and handed them to a team of caretakers. Jason was relieved when he learned the sex workers would get the care they so desperately needed. Everything from counseling to access to fresh water and food. There were good humans left in the world, after all.

New Beginnings?

===

Their plane flew out the next morning, so in the meantime, Jason hung out with Dakota at her exclusive suite hotel. The suite had a small kitchenette where Dakota stood, making fancy ramen for her and Jason’s date. She was serious about the date, and Jason wasn’t getting out of it.

Jason marveled at Dakota’s physique from the tiled floor. She ditched her jeans and walked around the suite wearing only her white shirt and panties. Her figure curved like a luxury yacht but was deadlier than an aircraft carrier. Thick legs and ass that made Jason drool over. Suddenly, double downsizing didn’t seem like the worst thing to happen to him.

He jogged across the kitchenette, getting winded before reaching the area between her bare feet. The view upwards was more stunning than from afar. He thought how horrible it must be, being on Dakota’s bad side. So much power in every square millimeter of her. As horrifying as Dakota seemed as a 900-foot giantess, she was like a guardian angel when she handled Jason.

“Kinda dangerous walking around a big girl without making yourself known,” Dakota said with a smile. She paused from cooking to look at the tiny creature between her feet.

She was boiling eggs and chopping green onions to make a fancy ramen dish. The Styrofoam bowl already had hot water and was rehydrating the noodles inside. Dakota, as an experienced handler of downsizers, would’ve never accidentally crushed Jason. She always looked where she stepped, especially because she gave Jason the freedom to roam around the hotel suite. Being trapped in an aquarium for so long meant that Jason yearned for wide open space.

“If you’re talkin’, I can’t hear ya,” she said, lifting her left heel so she could show off her bare sole to Jason before dropping it slowly. “You’re way, way down there. Tell ya what … If it’s important and you need my attention, go tap on my pinkie toe and I’ll pick you up. But if you’re here, because you can’t keep your eyes off me,” she said with a huge grin, “then climb on my big toe.”

Dakota watched him with rapt attention for his next move. Jason went straight for her big toe and attempted to climb onto its side. She watched him jump and try scaling her toe, but because it stood taller than his body that it posed a bigger obstacle than either of them expected.

Am I really that big to him? she thought. Aside from the obvious answer, there was something manifesting inside Dakota as she watched the man struggle to climb her toe. The giantess would’ve never entered her current career if she didn’t care for downsizers. She loved everything about the small race of people. From helping them to punishing them. She’s dated downsizers exclusively in the past as proof of her infatuation with the little beings.

And something about Jason’s extra smallness was amplifying her lust for him. Like a budding flower in the spring, her pussy swelled and heated. A prominent camel toe displayed in her panties.

She watched Jason walk around her big toe and climb on her second toe, crawling over her shiny black nail polish. He then jumped the chasm between her toes until he reached his destination. It took minutes for the little guy to get on her toe. Oh, fuck. Dakota bit her lower lip. She loved being thick and tall. She loved how people seemed so intimidated around her mere presence. And she especially loved how certain downsizers made her feel like a goddess. What was Jason’s take? She had to know.

“Nice moves,” she said. “You comfy down there?”

She couldn’t tell if Jason was saying anything or even talking. He was far too small, and she was far too big. The simple thought made her pussy drool.

“Let’s try this again,” Dakota said. “If you like where you are, give my toes a kiss. If you want to help me cook, jump off my feet. And remember, pinkie toe will be our little safe word.”

She watched Jason walk to the crevice of her big and second toe. Her breathing raced as she actually felt his micrometer tongue lick between her toes. Dakota gasped as she focused on the miniscule movements of his wet tongue. While amorously licking her toes, Jason lost his balance, slipping and wedging himself between her toes without Dakota flinching. His tongue returned to work and licked her toe cleavage as if nothing happened.

“How about this, Jason … Option one, I lift my toes and you crawl underneath and give them a good wash with your tongue. Option two, clean all the sock lint from under my toenails—with your mouth.”

He always had option three to end all this. Dakota hoped he wouldn’t walk over to her pinkie toe but take one of her thirsty options. But what would the little guy choose? Did he trust her enough to crawl under her toes where she crushed Gloria not so long ago? Or would he demean himself and—

“Mmmm,” Dakota let out a throaty moan. Jason stuck his head under the nail of her big toe and cleaned out the—imperceptible to her—lint from her white socks that trapped itself between nail and skin. His body crawled over to her other nails and cleaned them by biting onto her sweaty lint and spitting them out, carried by dampness in the air.

Foot guys are the best. She slipped her hand between her legs and massaged her inflated pussy lips. Her cotton underwear grew heavy with her excretions. She turned off the burners on the stove and looked back at Jason. The tiny figure jumped off her right foot and made a beeline for her left foot.

“Alright, little guy. One last set of choices. Option A, you run up my foot and grab onto my anklet: we go to the bedroom and fuck. Option two, bow down at my big toe, and I’ll treat you to a lovely dinner date.”

Dakota wasn’t kidding when she said she was easy. The Advanced Tactical Liaison and Security Squad, ATLAS, the elite security arm of the DPS, had dinged her a few times for ethics violations by having sex with the shrunken people she rescued. Sure, when James Bond did it, everyone cheered him on. Just because she fucks tiny people and even has orgies with them from time to time, they called her immoral or predatory. Everything was consensual. So what if the tiny women and men wanted to have sex with their rescuer?

Jason sprinted up the slope of her foot and vaulted upwards, his hands flaying, trying with all their might to grasp at the silver anklet that hung around her tatted ankle. He missed. He landed face-first on her foot and slid down half its length.

“Almost got it! You'll nail it next time.”

Jason got up to his feet and charged up the giantess’s foot. He dug his feet into her smooth skin and used the momentum to climb upwards like a parkour artist. His hands shot high above until he felt the thick chain of her anklet. Fingers curling and muscles straining, Jason grabbed hold with both his hands and hoisted himself up. What was sex with a 90-story woman like? That’s what he was determined to find out. As he pulled his body over the silver chains, he felt Dakota’s fingers clamp down on him with robotic precision. She lifted his tiny body up to her face; the wind shooting past his body as he catapulted upwards.

He thought she lifted him the full length of her body considering the extreme G-forces he felt, but it turned out she was squatting, and he traveled only half her body height. It broke his mind how large Dakota was.

“You’re so eager!” she said, her voice blasting his hair back and drying his eyes. “Use that same energy on my pussy.”

“Really?” Jason perked up with hopefulness in his eyes. “You’re being serious?”

“How about I show you?”

Dirty Fun

===

Jason stood nude and with an upward pointing erection as he watched Dakota fuck herself with a dildo sixteen times his size. She told him she never traveled without it, while pulling it out of her luggage. She was on her knees on the bed, with her left hand holding onto the footboard top rail and right hand clenching the base of the dildo.

Both in fear and awe, Jason watched the building-sized sex toy get swallowed up by Dakota’s hungry pussy without resistance. Her head was above him, her long, flowing hair draped over her right side. All around him, beads of sweat the size of bowling balls landed around him.

Jason dropped to his own knees and grabbed hold of the cheap bed sheets while the ground quaked like a series of bombs going off. Riding the clumped-up sheets under him like a bull at a rodeo, he continued watching the giantess get herself off.

Dakota stopped thrusting and shivered at the apex of her climax, letting out a long, drawn-out moan. She pulled out the dildo with a wet, smacking squelch. Jason saw the towering dildo glistening in the light with her femcum. She tossed the dildo over the side of the bed and stared down ravenously at the half-inch man.

Dakota showed no modesty as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, so that Jason was staring at her four-story pussy lips. Her sex gaped after having taken her thick dildo and quivered, taking on its own movements.

“I’m ready for you, Jason,” she said, her words dripping with lust.

“How am I supposed to compete with that?” He pointed in the general direction of her dildo.

His diffidence made her smile from ear-to-ear. She understood his smallness would cause these feelings to fester but were unnecessary.

“It’s no competition,” she said. Jason’s shoulders slumped, confirming what he already knew. “That hunk of silicon can’t possibly compete with you. Jason, I’m shaking just thinking about you climbing my pussy all the way to my clit. C’mon, little stud, bite my clit. Make love to my body in ways that no sex toy can. I’m going crazy waitin’ for ya!” Her chest rose and lowered as if gasping for air.

Jason regarded Dakota’s pussy. The gigantic pussy looked far better than Gloria’s. Symmetrical lips that formed butterfly wings, with a warm, inviting pink hue that led to a dripping wet cavern. Gloria had been so mechanical and uncaring when she raped him. Treated him much like that dildo.

Dakota was different. Her hands were out of view and her pussy presented itself for Jason to make the first move. He ran over and jumped onto her lower lips. Her entire sex recoiled and flinched from his miniscule touch. A bassy moan let Jason know he was doing great.

He climbed between the chasm of her pussy, favoring her left labia as he scaled her. Her thumping heartbeat tremored her body as fiery blood pulsed through her veins, adding another obstacle to Jason’s climb. When he reached the top of the pussy, he was covered in fluids from sweat and Dakota’s excitement. Dakota pulled back her clitoral hood.

“Squeeze it, fuck it, bite it—whatever you do, don’t go easy on it,” Dakota gasped.

Jason walked over and climbed over Dakota’s index fingernail, which was as large as he was, and then leaped onto her clit. Dakota convulsed as if getting punched in the stomach. She shouted a series of expletives and stopped herself from bucking her hips into the air.

Her clit was the same height as Jason. He hugged it and clamped his thighs around it in a wrestling move. This tiny appendage was enough to bring the grand giantess to her knees. Even the slightest move of his fingers was enough to influence her body.

Dakota grabbed a pillow and shoved it in her face, screaming in unbridled joy. Aside from the physical ecstasy, her mind fired on all cylinders, comparing a grown-ass man to the size of her clit. She was a goddess to him, and he tussled with her soft, feminine body part with all his might.

She climaxed hard and then felt waves of pulsating aftershocks overcome her sex. Moaning, Dakota plunged two fingers into her pussy while Jason continued to hug her clit.

“No competition,” she said, tossing the pillow while breathing out her fiery breaths. “You’re a magnificent lover.”

Jason looked over the clit, past the landscape of her body, and met her lazy eyes. “Thank you, Dakota.” Her juices rolled down his chin. “If there’s anything I can do to repay you for saving my life—”

“Are you into butts?” she asked, propping herself up with her elbows behind her.

“Yeah. Asses are the best.”

[WARNING: Graphic butt content ahead.]

Dakota humped a stack of pillows as she felt Jason writhing and crawling deep inside her rectum. A thick layer of sweat coated her entire furnace-hot body. She slapped her bubbly ass while bucking her hips into the pillow. She was getting her workout in. Her giant heart pounded relentlessly and non-stop since she began fucking Jason.

Inside the cavern, Jason’s finger found purchase on the rectum walls that were hotter than heat pipes in a boiler room. He didn’t know how far to go, or what his goal was even, but something inside him told him to keep caving in the pitch darkness.

Jason thought he was going to lose his lunch, not because of the stench, but because of Dakota constantly moving up and down, and every which way.

No longer did he feel inadequate because of his size. His movements, no matter how tiny or insignificant, were able to rattle the skyscraper-sized woman. But he wondered for how long he could keep it up. Was he a novelty? Was there a future between him and Dakota?

A hard object under his palm made him stop crawling. It was lodged in the folds of the rectum. He felt around the circular object, which was between the size of a beach ball and a bowling ball. Holes on its surface made it easy for him to slip his wrist inside and yank on it. After putting his body into it, and a few hearty tugs, he pulled the object out of the rectal lining. It only occurred then what Jason was doing and where he was.

Jason backed out, noting that Dakota had finally stopped thrashing around. Her giant finger opened up her sphincter as she felt the little dude coming out. She rolled on her back, so when Jason came out, he slid between her massive butt cheeks and landed with a thump on her bed. The object he carried out with him soon followed and landed between his legs.

Jason felt a pang of fear slice through his heart. He screamed in horror at what he saw staring right back at him: a human skull.

Dakota prepared him a bath in the sink. He scrubbed himself with a piece of soap she tore off with her fingernail. While he bathed in the soapy sink, Dakota, still nude, regarded the skull between her fingertips.

“Hello, Cynthia—we meet again,” she said. “At least I’m pretty sure it’s you. Forehead and bone structure make me think it’s you and not your husband or his friends.”

Jason swallowed and turned to look up at Dakota. “You don’t know who it is because you ate multiple downsizers?”

“Quick correction—they weren’t downsizers. Just worthless criminals. But yeah, I had five yummy snacks on the plane ride over.”

Jason lowered himself into the bath water, attempting to hide his body.

Dakota giggled. “Oh, don’t look so worried, dude. You’re safe with me. And seriously, can you blame me? Airline food is so disgusting; I just had to pack my own lunch.” Dakota pinched her finger, crushing the skull before rubbing her finger until it was nothing more than calcium powder.

“I didn’t know you ate shrunken people.”

“Sorry you had to find out this way,” she said, dipping her fingers in the water and cleaning herself. “Part of the job. Kill bad guys, save good guys … make dirty love to the ones I like.” She winked at him. “It’s okay if you hate me for who I am, by the way. But you can trust your life with me. I’ll get you back to your sister in no time.”

“I don’t hate you, Dakota.” He swam over to her finger and placed his hand on it while looking up at her. “You’re the greatest thing to ever happen to me. And I was hoping you’re ready for round two. If that’s okay. I never got to … y’know.”

“Oh fuck! You haven’t cum yet!”

He bashfully shook his head.

“Let’s fix that shit right now.”

Jason straddled and humped her erect nipple while she cheered him on. Her finger pushed his back into her tit while she reclined in her bed. Right before Jason could cum, she plucked him with her index finger and thumb. Her tongue slithered out of her mouth and lapped up his body in a single, miniscule lick.

Jason nearly ejaculated.

“You should fuck my mouth,” Dakota said. “You know how many people, four times your size, went into my mouth and never came out?”

Jason’s cock throbbed so hard it hurt.

“But I promise you’ll be safe.”

Dakota opened wide, unnecessary for his size, and dropped him in. Half the air in his lung got knocked out when landing in the center of her salivating tongue. He stroked his cock while tasting the humid air inside the giantess’s mouth. He must’ve been savory, because her mouth flooded with saliva.

Jason flipped over while yanking on his cock. When he came, he aimed and shot his ejaculate over the tip of Dakota’s tongue. She moaned instantly, signaling she could taste his salty treat.

While Dakota rested on her back, Jason did the same between the valley of her boobs. The room stunk of Dakota’s sex sweat. The A/C unit overworked itself, trying to keep the room cool, to no avail. Jason could feel Dakota’s heart slow, and her breathing returned to normal.

“How many downsizers—I mean, bad guys have you killed?”

“Lost count,” Dakota said, with her hands behind her head. “Why do you ask?”

“Hard to believe. The way we’ve been hanging out and all. Hard to believe you can do anything violent towards a small person.”

“Well, believe it, little dude.” Dakota felt herself drifting to sleep. “I can either be your worst nightmare, or your hottest fantasy come to reality.”

“Hey, Dakota … how come you didn’t downsize?”

“I'm in that rare group—less than a hundred known humans who can't be downsized. When ATLAS found out, they brought me on their team. Rest is history.”

Home at Last

===

One fourteen-hour plane ride later, they landed in LAX. Dakota hated the cramped seating in the plane, but having Jason play all over her body made the experience much more enjoyable. From squeezing himself into her cowboy boots to him squeezing inside her sex. If only she had some criminals to snack on …

“Where are we going?” Jason asked. He sat in her ear while Dakota turned on the engine to her rental car.

“You’ll see.”

They drove for an hour and a half in LA traffic, which meant they drove 16 miles. They arrived at a high-rise in Santa Monica that looked over the Pacific Ocean. Jason got a glimpse of the building through Dakota’s long hair and wide-brim cowboy hat, while sitting inside Dakota’s ear like an earbud. At the top of the structure, he saw many glass panes, almost like a greenhouse on top of the building. When she walked to the entrance, Jason saw the building sign.

-Beverly Hills Lite-

“Why are we at a downsize community?” he asked, speaking towards her ear. “You’re not gonna dump me here, are you?”

Dakota laughed. “Nuthin’ like that, short king.”

The inside of the building was fanciful, and the workers wore luxury designer suits. This downsize community occupied several floors of the high-rise. The higher the level, the more ostentatious and luxurious the community became, with those at the top enjoying natural sunlight and multi-million dollar homes.

Because they were on the second floor, they walked by an observation window looking at one of the cheaper neighborhoods, with its compact neighborhoods and small homes.

“Did you hear about the girl that broke into Lilliputian Lakes?” Dakota asked. “Wish I'd thought of it first.”

She walked over to a meeting area between downsizers and humans. Once again, Dakota’s bigger than life presence became known before anyone saw her. Her booming footsteps, made more thunderous from her boots, rocked the lobby and shook the downsizers inside their miniature atrium. Dakota tipped her hat at the other humans and said, “Howdy,” several times.

She grabbed Jason from her ear, who shouted desperate questions about what she was doing. He didn’t want to leave her. He didn’t want her to abandon him in this community. What was she thinking? He was a quarter the size of a normal downsizer; no life awaited him here.

As soon as Dakota dropped him into the miniature atrium, he heard a familial voice.

“Brother!”

Celeste came running from the sealed off observation room where only downsizers had access to and into the open room area where humans could pick up their downsized friends. Jason’s soul warmed as he saw his sister for the first time in over a month. To him, she was over 20 feet tall and barreling down towards him like a rolling boulder.

“Celeste! Oh, my God, it’s you!” He was all smiles. But then … a realization. “Celeste?”

His sister was in her mid-twenties; one of those lanky, tall girls that loved reading books and having a pet on their lap. She picked up her brother like a small child and hugged him tight in her chest. Celeste gave him a sisterly kiss on the forehead and squeezed the air out of his lungs. She then pulled him away to address him.

“Don’t you ever do something that stupid again!” Her expression went between adulation and stern mother-type.

“Celeste, what … how. Why are you downsized?” he yelled.

“What? You think you got rescued for free?” she asked, setting her brother back on the ground and kneeling over to close the height gap between them. She figured her brother would rather stand on his two feet than have her carry him like a baby.

“You … you gave up your humanity to save me?” He knew Celeste would pull through—but to make such a sacrifice? And for his stupid mistake, no less? “How does downsizing pay for my rescue?”

“Welp,” Dakota boomed from above. “I reckon I’ll collect my payment right about now.” She reached and plucked Celeste. She brought the girl to her face and tipped her hat with her free hand. “Afternoon, ma’am.”

“Thank you for everything, Dakota,” Celeste said by holding her hands out in a prayer.

The giantess slipped Celeste into the breast pocket of her red plaid shirt. She looked down and saw Jason staring at her with mouth agape.

“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty head,” Dakota said. “She’s not my slave or anything like that. More like an au pair … a live-in maid.”

“Forever?”

Dakota giggled. “No silly. I told you, she’s not my slave. She’ll work off her debt in my home for me saving your tiny ass.”

“Wait, but you can’t separate her from me! You can’t leave me here!”

“Who said I’m leavin’ ya?” she asked with a smirk. Dakota plucked up Jason and held him up to her eyes. “The deal was I get your sister and you.” She opened up her breast pocket where Celeste was, looking up at them. “By the way, Jason, what we did at the hotel is a preview of the work you’re going to do for me.”

Downsizing: The Dakota Files by MXP