Downsizing

Wednesday

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Mateo didn’t eat that morning. He didn’t go to school either. He fought with his mother for half the day until she lost her patience and gave him a spanking against his bare ass. Mateo became reclusive after that.

As additional punishment, she brought Mateo to the dining table and dumped hundreds of colorful beads from Luna’s arts & crafts kit all over the tabletop. Sofia instructed her son to organize and put the beads back in the container. He nodded, saying nothing. The beads were the size of bowling balls to him, and it was like placing them in dozens of clear dumpsters that were taller than him. Only a dozen beads in, and his back was getting tight.

While he was busy with that, Sofia fucked Miguel in the bedroom. During the heat of the moment, she couldn’t recall if they both agreed to sex. One moment, she was disciplining Mateo, the next, Miguel was up her pussy. This was how things should and will be in her family. She rubbed her clit in circular motions as her husband swam between her pink folds. Both her men had to listen to her. It was her family, and she decided what was best for everyone. She reveled in everyone’s new position, climaxing and squeezing the breath of the once king of the household.

“Eat, m’hijo. When’s the last time you ate anything?”

“I don’t know.” He was standing by her lunch plate, comprising a sandwich, potato chips, and a dill pickle. His stomach grumbled, but he ignored it.

“I’ll make you something you like,” Sofia said with concern. “What do you want to eat?”

“I’m not hungry.”

Luna said, “I talked to Liam. He thinks he can get you a job at the DPS!”

“Oh my god, that would be amazing! I can finally stop mooching off you guys and pay you back for everything!”

They were having girl time and painting their toenails on the living room floor. Sofia had her left foot flat on paper towels and was painting her toenails white. Luna had her own downsize kit and was painting her toenails black. When Luna finished her toes, she begged Sofia if she could help finish hers. Sofia, slightly embarrassed about having a little downsizer crawl over her feet, reluctantly gave Luna permission.

“At my size,” Luna said, “I can give you a pristine paint job.”

She raced over to Sofia’s big toe and marveled at the nail that was larger than her chest. She could see parts where Sofia accidentally painted over her skin, so Luna set out to correct that. Luna used a towel and her own nails to clean and wipe the nail polish off the skin.

There was also an ulterior motive for Luna’s nail service. She pretended to reposition herself better to get at some paint and wedged her body between Sofia’s big and second toe. Sofia was so perfect, Luna thought. Even her toes were works of art. But that wasn’t part of her motivation of getting up and close with the MILF’s toes. Luna inhaled and took in as much of Sofia’s aroma as she could.

Sofia didn’t notice Luna sniffing her toes, but the pampering and her tiny movements across her delicate toes made her giggle. “Miguel, you should be doing this!” She watched Luna crawl around her pretty foot. Funny how excited she got by watching Luna meticulously do her nails. It was like a personal servant. Very illegal and if someone saw Sofia at that moment, society would cancel her for abusing her height privileges against a downsizer. But still. It was a delight having a downsizer service her …

Miguel sat quietly in the sofa's corner, watching the news on the TV, unable to look his wife in the eyes. The weight of his guilt pressing down on him enough to cause tunnel vision and become detached from the world around him.

After several sniffs, Luna wasn’t feeling anything. She could smell the soap Sofia used, along with the aloe lotion and her natural odor. But there wasn’t that … hit. No matter, playing with Sofia’s foot was pleasurable enough. She crawled over each digit and got her pussy wet while playing with the giantess’s foot.

Later in the day, Sofia sat at a vanity table and helped herself to Luna’s pre-downsizing makeup. She was experimenting with the different powders, lipsticks, and mascara tools Luna had. In the center of the desktop was a tired and sore Mateo.

“M’hijo, stop acting like this! You’re out of school and have zero responsibilities! This should be every boy’s dream. Want me to buy you a video game or something?”

“You know what I want.” He felt weak and his mouth parched. “I want my phone.”

“You’re grounded, okay?” Sofia said as a matter of fact, without looking down at him. She focused on applying dark mascara to her eye, holding her face close to the mirror. She had just taken a shower and was simply wearing a white towel robe. “And if I give you your phone back, what are you going to do?”

“I’ll tell Beth what happened. The reason I ghosted her on the night of our first date was because my psycho mom is keeping me prisoner.”

“Exactly.” She opened her mouth as she concentrated on applying the makeup to her eyebrows. “I should just get Luna to do this.” She sighed. “Honey, I don’t know how many times we must go over this. That part of your life is over. No more humans except me, okay? You should only stick with downsized girls.”

“Not fair,” said Mateo, stamping his foot.

“How’s that not fair? I’m thinking about your safety.”

“Mom! Dad is a downsizer, and he’s with you! That couple we’re living with are in a mixed-size relationship. My best friend is in a mixed-size relationship. Why can’t I have that? How am I any different from you all? If you think that’s risky, okay! Fine! Maybe it is. But dad’s taking the risk with you. So are my friends. You better believe I’m ready to risk everything to be with the human I like. And I won’t eat anything until I get what I want.” Mateo closed his eyes, readying himself for another whooping, but it never came.

Sofia placed the mascara, that was twice the size of her son, down on the tabletop next to him gently. He stood fearless against her and even readied himself for punishment. He was growing into a courageous man that didn’t back down from his principles. Sofia felt proud of him, though disheartened that he still stood up against her. But seeing her little boy stage a hunger strike to simply text back his date—it was admirable. She couldn’t deny that.

“Aye, m’hijo,” she said, staring off into the distance. “When did you become so …?” she trailed off, thinking of his father, Miguel, and how headstrong he could get. After several moments, she looked down at him and said, “I always thought I’d only be that special woman in your life.” She sniffled. “But I guess you’ll have to leave the nest eventually …”

“You’re still grounded.” Sofia was tapping on her phone, and in her other hand, between her fingers, was a tiny phone smaller than her digit. “On Friday, your phone will unlock. Remember what we’ve talked about? As long as you don’t give me a reason to ground you again, m’hijo, you’ll have your phone back. And if behave perfectly, we can talk about you dating …”

“Beth?”

“Yes, Beth,” she said with disgust.

They sat at the dining table. Sofia was still in her robe, wearing nothing else. Mateo kept on wearing his dad’s oversized clothes. When Sofia finished editing the phone’s permissions, she handed it back to Mateo. There was a big timer on the display that showed it’ll be unlocked on Friday. Sofia also held her phone out for Mateo to see the parental lock, and that she was keeping her word.

“Thanks, mom,” he muttered. There might still be a chance with Beth. He wondered what she was doing now, and what she thought of him. Hopefully, she wasn’t too angry. His missing three days of school should be a signal to Beth and his friends that something was wrong.

“Now will you eat something?” Sofia leaned in over him.

“Sure.”

She went to the kitchen counter and prepared something with her back to her son. Mateo fiddled with his phone, but with the parental lock activated, it was practically useless.

“Here you go, m’hijo.” She handed him a glass of milk, dwarfed by the digits of her fingers.

“Milk?”

Thursday

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“How’d you sleep, m’hijo?” Her gentle voice slowly rocked him out of sleep.

Mateo was no longer sleeping in a drawer, but in a makeshift bed on top of the dresser. His mother was standing over him, wearing only an oversized shirt as pajamas. She had bedhead, locks of her dark hair framing her face beautifully.

“Umm …” Mateo thought for a second. He didn’t feel groggy, but refreshed and ready to take on the day. “Good, actually.”

“I’m glad.” Her smile made Mateo feel … protected. Sofia lowered her hand, palm faced up, and held it beside her son.

Mateo could feel her warmth and smell coming off her hand. He crawled out of bed and climbed onto her hand, while on all fours. She took him to the bathroom and got him ready for the day, all the while she cooed and stroked his cheeks with the digit of her finger.

Mateo took a piss in the sink while she prepared a warm, bubbly bath in a glass container she got from the kitchen. She had him undress and then placed him in the bath. Sofia filled the container with just the right amount of water, so that Mateo could lie in it. A soap bar inside provided the perfect back rest. He felt … at peace.

His mother loomed over him for a bit, but then disappeared. She was in the bathroom doing her own thing. He wasn’t sure what, but he didn’t really care. He relaxed and cleaned himself with the soap. Mateo went back to relaxing in the warm waters. Before he knew it, her giant face appeared overhead, with a towel wrapped around her head.

“Are you finished?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

Sophia lifted Mateo out of the water with her huge fingers and rubbed his body in the washcloth by the sink. By the time she was done, he was mostly dry, except for his hair.

They were in the kitchen, Mateo on the table, and Sofia rummaging through the countertop drawers. Because of the hot weather in the past week, Sofia continued wearing shorts and a shirt and padded around the home barefoot.

“What do you want for breakfast?” She stepped over to the table, unaware her footsteps were quaking the table and shaking Mateo to his core. She leaned over, bringing her giant face close to him so that she could make out the details of her tiny son. Her hair was still damp and messy. She would take care of that after breakfast. “You must be starving. I’ll make you anything you want, honey.”

Her warm breath smelled good, and so did the bath soap. The mere presence of humans still fascinated Mateo. Even if Sofia could hide her footsteps, her warmth exuded from her body would give her position away. “Eggs? With cheese and toast.”

She smiled widely. “I know how you like them. I’ll make you a teeny sandwich. How does that sound?”

“Great!”

Mateo watched his mother return to the kitchen countertops and start working on the meal. It was like watching Picasso with his paintbrush. She deftly maneuvered around the kitchen, pulling out cooking equipment and ingredients.

Mateo let his eyes wander around the room and the home. He knew nothing about their host, but they must've been good friends with his parents to allow them to crash at their place like this. The booming steps from his mother brought his attention back to her. Her hands extended something right at him.

Another glass of milk.

“Have some. It’s going to be awhile before I have your food ready.”

Mateo took the glass from her digits. He drank and noted how remarkably sweet and warm the drink was, like leftover milk from a bowl of cereal. He welcomed the beverage into his parched throat, downing half the glass in one go.

“That’s my healthy boy,” Sofia said. “There’s plenty more milk; just ask!” She gave him a wink and went back to cooking breakfast.

“Thanks, mom.”

Liam picked up a package in the mail. It was about the size of a hardcover dictionary and contained dozens of smaller boxes inside. He brought it to Luna and Miguel, who were on the coffee table.

“The downsized Ikea furniture is here.” Liam pulled out each cardboard box inside, which looked like cigarette boxes to him. But were anywhere between 50-150 pounds relative to the downsizers. “I can help with the lifting, but you guys will have to actually build it. My fingers are too big for the screws.”

Liam bought a living room set, three beds, and fixtures for the bathroom. Miguel was so relieved he wouldn’t have to use the sink as a toilet anymore.

“They couldn’t have all this stuff pre-built?” Luna said, stamping her foot. “What’s the point of making us build everything?”

“It wouldn’t be Ikea if it didn’t come in a hundred pieces,” Liam said.

They got to work, tediously constructing the downsizer furniture.

Sofia was in the bedroom with her son. He was curled up in her slightly closed palm, stroking him as he nodded off. She had the TV on, but was mostly ignoring it, instead paying attention to her son.

“M’hijo,” she whispered. “Is there anything I could get you? Are you hungry?”

“No thanks, mom.”

“I’m going to get you some milk.”

Mateo didn’t fight back. He nodded and curled up against his mother’s fingers with halfway closed eyes. He paid no heed to where she headed off to. The sounds of giant human things moving around and clambering about were just background noise to him. As her body moved, so did her hand with him on it, but it didn’t feel jerky or uncomfortable; just a gentle sway that rocked him to sleep.

“Mateo?” Her voice filled his ears, and her breath washing over him. He lifted himself to a seated position and was greeted by another glass of milk. “Did you still want this or …”

“Yes, mom.” He took the drink and gulped it down. Streams of milk poured over his chin and onto his shirt. He kept drinking until the glass was empty and handed it back to his mom. “Thank you, mommy.” He collapsed on her palm and fell asleep.

Sofia’s heart melted at seeing her son full of milk and sleeping in her palm. She almost cried with joy.

“Was this the foot that killed that guy?” Luna asked Sofia.

Liam was at work. He worked with Sofia to create a resume and he was going to convince his management to give Sofia a job. If things worked out properly, she could start as soon as next week, and after a probationary period, she could become an agent like Liam if all the stars aligned.

While he was at work, Sofia hung out with her downsized companions. She had Mateo in the bedroom but loosened up his grounding. He no longer had to do chores, and she purchased a downsized gaming system. He played games on the big TV, controlled by a little remote controller. While he played games alone, Sofia sprawled herself on the couch, showing off a lot of legs and some of her belly. Her PJs were loose but cut short. A glass of red wine was on the coffee table.

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Sofia said. Luna was at the sole of her foot, marveling at the arch and patterns on her skin. “I still can’t believe how easy it was to crush him. Why the hell was he standing in the middle of the room? I’ll never know.”

“That’s so hot!”

“What?”

Luna went around the giant foot and climbed up the human’s ankle. Sofia looked down, her head leaning against the armrest. Luna’s little body looked so cute, about the same size of her toe.

“I love justice.” Luna raced up Sofia’s leg. “Honestly, he got more than he deserved. Being crushed by a hot momma under a pretty foot is like a fantasy—not an execution.”

Sofia nervously giggled. “Okay?”

“I’m serious! You’re so hot, Sofia! Miguel is so lucky to be with you.”

Miguel was on the coffee table, sitting on the downsize Ikea couch he had built earlier in the day. All day of constructing furniture exhausted him but became nervous as he heard Luna fan-girling over his wife.

Sofia giggled. “I guess he is.” She grabbed her glass of wine and took a sip.

Luna said, “You guys probably fuck every day. I’m so jealous of him.”

Sofia nearly spat out her wine. “What?”

“I bet it’s magical, making love to you.”

“Oh … thank you …?”

Luna walked around the waistband of Sofia’s shorts. Her barefoot could feel the tough, rope-like cotton of the waistband string that traveled inside Sofia’s shorts. She was walking dangerously close to Sofia’s pussy, which made Sofia feel uncomfortable.

“Umm, do you and Liam—” Sofia said, before getting cut off.

“Fuck? Yeah, all the time. I gave him a quickie before he left today.”

“Really?” Sofia’s eyes opened wide. “But, how … Actually, never mind. You don’t have to—”

“It’s like trying to make love with an oak-tree. He’s super big. And I don’t mean to downsized me. I just mean Liam’s—he’s huge down there. So, me downsizing didn’t make things easier between us. But hey, he thinks he’s bigger because comparing me to his manhood is like comparing an English cucumber to a baby carrot.” She laughed. “Downsizers playing with his dick gets him off like nothing else. He loves it a lot. Needless to say, we have a very active sex life. Like you and Miguel, I bet.”

“Oh … I guess?”

Luna motioned for Sofia to pick her up. She did, and like a mouse, she ran down Sofia’s arm and onto her shoulder. Luna got close to Sofia’s ear and said, “My husband thinks you’re beautiful.”

Sofia blushed, stealing a glance over at Miguel, who was keenly paying attention to a football game on TV.

“You’ll be working together with him,” Luna said. “All alone at night.”

“Umm,” Sofia said while letting out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding in. “What are you getting at, Luna?”

“I think you know …” She let out a string of giggles. “Don’t worry about me, Sofia. I won’t get mad if something happens.”

???

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“Mom?” Mateo’s stomach groaned, eliciting a nasty pang in his gut. “Mommy!”

Sofia pulled on the light cord, sending blinding light that cut through the pitch darkness of the bedroom. She pulled the sheets off her and swung her bare legs over the bed. Her eyes felt crusty and her brain was still half-asleep. She blinked a few times until the clock on the nightstand came to focus. 2:30 AM.

Her bare feet padded across the bedroom, creating a rumbling earthquake in the room. Miguel slept in the bed with her, while Mateo slept in his own setup on the dresser. Sofia created a wall of Legos in a box pattern, so that Mateo wouldn’t accidentally fall off, and in the center was all this downsized furniture and electronics. His own TV, library, bed, sofa, mini-fridge—it was like a college dorm room.

Sofia's face appeared over his living area, tired and confused. She wore only her panties and bra that were clasped in the front.

“What’s wrong, m’hijo?”

“Mom, please don’t hurt me.” He broke down and cried. “I’m sorry I woke you up. Please don’t spank me!”

“Honey, I’m not mad. What’s wrong, baby?”

“I’m super hungry. But it’s okay, go back to bed, mommy. I didn’t mean to bother—oh, God! I’m sorry. Please, don’t be mad at me, mommy.” He was quaking in horror under the gaze of his mother.

“Honey, honey, it’s okay.” She lowered her hand beside him. “That’s what I’m here for. To take care of you, baby. I’ll never hurt you.”

Mateo wiped his tears and crawled onto his mother’s palm.

Sofia's heart was filled with affection for her son. He’s become so … It was like the good old days. When he was a toddler and completely dependent on her. She didn’t care if it was the middle of the night. Her son asking for her care filled her with unbridled joy and made her feel needed. Just like how Miguel needed her to run the family and take on duty as the sole provider.

She took her son to the kitchen and continued holding him while she looked for a downsized cup for him. But through the haze of being half-sleep and unable to locate any cups, she gave up. They’re all dirty, she thought. Dammit, I told Miguel to do the dishes. I’m going to have to teach him a lesson.

“M’hijito, I can’t find any cups for your milk.”

“It’s okay, mommy. I’m sorry I bothered you. You can go back to sleep.”

“No, no. I’m going to feed you. You’ll just have to drink from the source.”

That caused him to pause in confusion.

Sofia then took him to the living room. She sat on the couch and fiddled with the clasp on her bra. Mateo sat with folded legs in her palm, his brow raised, unsure what his mother was up to. When she undid the last piece of plastic, her bra cracked outwards like a whip. Her giant tits, now free, flowed outwards in an instant. Mummeries larger than a hot-air balloon filled his field of vision. Mateo kicked his legs and backed into her palm, afraid of what she was going to do next.

“Okay, baby, ready to eat?”

“What?” he asked. “Mom?”

“M’hijito, you can call me mommy. I like it when you say that.”

He shook his head. “Is … is that the milk I’ve been drinking?”

“Yes,” she said, like it was an open secret. “Is something wrong?”

“I’ve been drinking …?” he trailed off, his head spinning.

“Mateo, what’s wrong? You like my milk. You’ve been gobbling it up every time I give it to you.”

“I didn’t know it was your milk! If I knew it was coming from—”

“Is there a problem with drinking your mother’s milk?”

“But … that’s wrong.” Mateo placed a hand on his head. There was a fog surrounding his memories. Did he always know he was drinking his mother’s breast milk? Come to think of it … he couldn’t remember a lot of things. The last few days were a blur.

“I breastfed you until you were three. No,” Sofia said, shaking her head. “This isn’t weird. Drinking milk from another animal is weird. You were hungry, Liam doesn’t have milk, and, well—I did. I don’t know why I started lactating, but it could only mean my body sensed my little baby was hungry.” Sofia brought her son closer to her nipple. “No more arguing. Mommy doesn’t like it when you argue. Remember?”

Mateo nodded. His stomach grumbled again, enough to make him wince. “Mommy?” he asked. “What day is it?”

“Well, it’s 2:30 in the morning, so technically, it’s Sunday. Okay, baby, no more questions. Eat now.”

She squeezed her nipple to get the milk flowing. A white stream of liquid shot out and disappeared into the darkness. But a few drops trickled from her nipple, and that’s what she offered her son.

“Sunday?” he asked and tilted his head. Wasn’t there something I was supposed to …

“Eat baby. You’re hungry.”

He was famished. And the drops of milk dripping from her nipple were the equivalent of golden honey dripping in the desert. He leaned forward and caught a drop on his tongue, which was a mouthful. Mateo placed a hand on either side of her nipple and drank, filling his stomach with his mother’s nectar. He found that if he gently squeezed her nipple, he could get a better flow of milk, and so he did so as his suction wasn’t strong enough to get her milk out on its own.

“Drink all you want, baby.” Sofia leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes, still sleepy. Just like the good old days. She gently stroked the back of Mateo’s head with her finger, as she felt her milk being suckled by her little baby boy.

Sunday Afternoon

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Luna offered to take Mateo to a downsized carnival held at the local park, so that Sofia and Miguel could have some alone time together. Liam drove them over and dropped them off in the enclosure while he hung out on the sidelines. Liam watched other humans gawk at the miniature carnival that was propped up in the middle of the park, complete with a glass enclosure, making it look like a greenhouse. The carnival came equipped with the standard fair rides, including a Ferris wheel that was half the size of a human, spinning rides, and funhouses.

This downsized carnival was another way of companies showing off how wonderful a downsized life could be. Plenty of thrilling rides for cheap, delicious fair foods, and hardly any crowds. The humans watching from the outside pointed and looked at them in wonderment.

Luna pulled Mateo’s hand as she guided him from ride-to-ride. Mateo was more concerned about the humans watching him. There was something—someone he was forgetting about. Was it a human? As they ate some corn dogs, Mateo pulled out a thermos filled with his mother’s milk. After drinking up, he soon forgot those weird thoughts, and instead—

“Are we done yet?” he asked Luna. “I miss my mom.”

“Miss your mom?” Luna giggled. “Relax, dude. You’re at a carnival having fun with me. Besides, your mom is probably doing something boring, like folding sheets or something.”

Sofia fucked her husband several times. She discovered a new position she just absolutely loved. She would insert Miguel deep inside her pussy while she straddled and humped a pillow, gyrating and bucking her hips like a cowgirl. Sofia squeezed the pillow against her thighs while her hips went to town. She stained her pillow with her feminine cum and squirts, but that was a small price to pay for the divine pleasure she derived.

Once done with their marathon fuck session, they took a bath together. Miguel was sore and barely clinging onto consciousness after his 200-foot wife fucked him like a toy. He still coughed up her feminine juices that he inexplicably swallowed. Miguel felt like fucking his wife was a penance for the overwhelming guilt of cheating on her. He didn’t object or make a peep to Sofia about his discomfort—both physically and mentally. The old Miguel would’ve told her off and make her use a dildo to pleasure herself. He’d ask for a blowjob at most. But stupid Liam and Luna ruined who he was.

He nearly drifted to sleep while on her tit. Bubbles surrounded him and the hum of his wife’s singing filled his ears. She poured some lavender oils in the bath that soothed his lungs. His sore muscles also welcomed the steam billowing around him.

Sofia lifted a leg out of the water and let it hang on the bath’s edge. She played with her pussy underwater and closed her eyes.

“This is the life, huh?” she said to her husband. “I thought our lives were over when I didn’t downsize. But I feel like everything—not only worked out—but made our lives so much better, mi amor. I’ve never felt this close to you.”

Miguel nodded. His guilt wasn’t getting any easier to manage, but only compounded as time moved on. He couldn’t live like this. Something had to give.

“Guess what, Miguel.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m lactating.”

“Lactating? As in—”

“My boobies are filled with milk. Haven’t you noticed how big they’ve gotten?”

“I have. Wait, are you pregnant?”

She laughed so hard her breasts jiggled, causing him to slide off her breasts and into the warm bath waters. Sofia didn’t bother helping him. She felt her husband struggling to climb her enormous tits, which only lit a torch in her pussy with pleasure. He was so small and helpless.

“God, no, I’m not pregnant. I think it started when I spanked Mateo, and he started crying. Me holding him and caring for him … I think my hormones have been acting up because of how much Mateo reminded me of when he was a baby. My boobies just started producing milk. Look.”

Sofia squeezed her tit beside her husband, shooting out a stream of milk that flew hundreds of feet into the air before raining down all around him. And that was just from one squeeze. Sofia took her hand away, but streams of milk still spewed out from her nipple and flowed around her breast like a fountain.

“I’ve been feeding our boy with my milk.”

“You’ve been what?” Miguel shouted, shooting his body upwards and instantly regretting that because of how awful his muscles felt.

“He likes it and I think you would, too.”

“I don’t like milk, and I’m not drinking that.” Miguel pointed at her nipple and crawled back from the flow of her milk.

“I think you should. Mateo has been getting truly close to me ever since he started drinking it. I want you that close to me, honey.”

“But I am already,” Miguel pleaded. “I literally go inside you. How close do you want me?” he nearly cried out.

“Drink my milk, Miguel.” Her voice was hoarse and filled with lust. “There’s so much for you and Mateo to drink. Shit, I think I could feed an entire downsized town with my milk.” Sofia giggled. “Can you imagine? Like those semi-trucks that carry gasoline, but instead, it’s a downsized truck filled with my milk? I bet I could fill several trucks after one pumping session.”

“Yeah, that’s funny, Sofia,” his serious tone betrayed his feelings.

“I’m waiting, Miguel.”

“What?”

“Drink!” She was all smiles.

“I’m good. Honest, honey.”

“I’m not asking you.” Her smile dropped. “My body is making milk for my boys. And you will drink it.”

Miguel opened his mouth to speak, but Sofia jerked her head and gave him a side-eye. It was a stare powerful enough to make him think twice. He got up and walked toward her nipple and could clearly see the holes that made up her milk ducts. She squeezed her breasts, causing Old Faithful geyser of milk to explode out. The simple squeeze could’ve filled a downsizer bathtub to the brim. He got on his knees and brought his face up to her nipple.

He drank.

Miguel hated milk on its own. But there was something special about Sofia’s flavor. He had to admit it was rather good and after getting over the initial hesitation of the first sip and drank up more willingly.

Sofia moaned, watching her tiny husband drink from her. She plunged three fingers deep into her pussy as she watched him. Perfect, perfect! This was the life Sofia never knew she wanted. Her family under her proverbial thumb. She alone protected them, cared for them … fed them. They depended utterly on her for their survival. And she would allow nothing to change their new life.

Once cleaned up, they moved to the vanity table in the bedroom. Sofia was doing her hair while Miguel watched, trying to get his emotions under control. Sofia didn’t bother wearing a robe and sat at the desk with her gigantic tits out.

“What do you think about Luna?” Sofia asked. She was using a hair straightener and had her eyes glued to her reflection in the mirror.

That name caused a pang of fear in Miguel every time he heard Sofia utter it. “I, umm, I don’t know.”

“I think they’re swingers.”

“Really?” Miguel wanted to drop the topic, but foolishly asked a follow-up question. “What makes you say that?”

“Okay … promise me you won’t get mad?” She set the hair straightener down and made an awkward smile, like she was ashamed and cringey at the same time.

“I’ll never be mad at you, Sofia.”

She laughed. “First time I’ve heard you say that. What did you do with my husband?” She let out another flurry of giggles. “Okay, I’ll tell you, and I’m sorry I said nothing earlier. I hate having secrets between us. So, the other day, Luna suggested I sleep with Liam when I start working with him.”

“Oh.”

“Oh? That’s it? Aren’t you gonna be angry at that?”

Miguel felt his stomach drop and beads of sweat form on his forehead. “What’s there to be mad about?”

Sofia scrunched up her brows and shook her head. “You—Miguel—are not mad that I’m being set up with another guy? Okay, now I am worried.” She let out a snort. “You used to fight other men when they so much took a glance at me. What gives?”

“Not much I can do at this size.” He shrugged. “I couldn’t stop Liam or you from doing …” The guilt building on his shoulders prevented him from speaking.

“Hmm, I guess you couldn’t,” she said in her trademark teasing voice. “You would just have to watch.” She giggled. “But don’t worry, babe, I wouldn’t do that.”

Miguel strategized. The guilt. The guilt! It was too much. He looked up at Sofia and felt so much shame for what he’d done, and he wanted nothing more but to return to his old life. Was there a way out of this guilt? If Sofia made a mistake, would it dampen his mistake? If Sofia slept with Liam—would they be on equal ground, then? “Well, what two humans do—isn’t really much of a concern for downsizers, right?”

Sofia paused and thought about what he said. “What does that mean?”

Miguel scratched the back of his head. “It’s just—humans have their lives and downsizers have theirs. You and Liam. Maybe me and Luna. Not separate lives. But lives we share—”

“You and Luna?” Sofia smiled widely. “Oh, I see what you’re saying. Miguel, you little man, you. Always thinking with your dick.” She showed off her white teeth as she teased him. “My husband is here, after all! You want me to hook up with Liam, so you can have fun with that skinny little thing, am I right?”

His adrenaline was running at 100%. He almost felt lightheaded as blood rushed through his system. The guilt was in a pressure cooker, ready to explode.

“I’m—” Miguel paused. The second biggest mistake of his life was coming. He could feel his throat crawling up into his mouth. “Liam can make love to you in a way I can’t right now—”

“And Luna has a little pussy for you. Yeah, I get it.”

“So, you’ll think about it.”

Sofia created an expression that was between incredulous and school-girl giddy. “I didn’t know you really wanted to have sex with that yappy little thing, to the point you’ll hand me over to another man.”

“I had sex with Luna.”

The air suddenly became thick and so tense it could be cut with a butter knife. Miguel’s outburst was just that—an outburst without forward thinking and brought upon suddenly, without being coaxed from him. Was it Sofia’s milk’s influence or Miguel’s consciousness getting the better of him? Or did guilt win out after all? Whatever it was, he loved his wife and keeping this secret from her was figuratively killing him. He would not live with this guilt anymore. She had to know, and he had to take her ire.

But with his revelation, the relief of admitting guilt never came. Instead, a new feeling sank. Self-preservation and the realization of his mortality. Seventeen years of marriage flashed through his eyes. The highs and the lows. The tender, loving moments from his wife and the—fiery moments.

It was like driving on a highway and seeing a runaway semi-truck barreling the wrong way. There was no moment to swerve and avoid. He knew he was going to be struck and killed. A painstaking moment when faced with death and knowing there’s nothing he could do to avoid it. Like a skydiver realizing his parachute won’t open and would have to endure an agonizing minute before he splatters the ground.

Sofia’s expression dropped. She went from looking at herself in the mirror to slowly lowering her eyes at her cowering husband. The skin on her face became white hot. Her heart shattered, her soul craving vengeance.

“Say that again,” she said almost robotically.

Miguel cried for the first time since he was 12. “I’m sorry. They tricked me, and I didn’t know—”

“I didn’t ask for fucking excuses!” Her face turned red, and she amplified her voice from deep within her chest. “Did you have sex with Luna?”

A dark stain grew from his pants as he lost control of his bladder. He trembled under his 200-foot tall pissed-off Latina wife. “Yes.”

“How many times?” She didn’t wait for a response. “Once? Twice?”

“Please, Sofia, don’t hurt me—”

She slammed the desk with her fist, knocking over makeup and Miguel.

“Three!” He curled up. “Please, please, Sofia. I couldn’t control it. They did—ow, ow, ow!”

Sofia picked up her husband and gripped him tightly in her fist. “You had sex with that cunt three times behind my back!” She snarled, hurling spittle into his face. “You sonofabitch. I’ve fucking heard enough.”

“Sofia, Sofia, ow!” He panicked but lost his breath when his wife squeezed the air out of his lungs. “What are you doing? Babe, let's talk about it. Sofia? Please, don’t do anything you might—”

She threw on her robe and stormed off to the kitchen, her foot stomps rattling the entire home. She went straight for the countertops. Her perfect life was shattered in an instant. She was getting a new job, her boys fully depended on her, and she was having mind-blowing sex with her husband. She was in control of her family, or so she thought.

Betrayal. Her husband betrayed her with that insufferable woman, no less!

She held her husband in front of her eyes. “Answer me this—and you better not fucking lie to me—when did you do it the first time?”

Miguel closed his eyes for a moment and silently prayed to himself. “Monday.”

Sofia slowly shook her head. She was hurt and angrier than she’d ever been in her life. She pressed the door release on the microwave and dropped Miguel inside the spinning glass plate. Sofia then slammed the door before he realized where he was.

Miguel’s eyes filled with wretched horror. “Sofia?” His voice was a mixture of dread and anguish. “Sofia!” He ran to the glass door and looked out of the black mesh faraday cage to his wife looking back down at him. His fists slammed against the door. “Wh-what are you d-doing? Sofia! You can’t do this! It’s me, Miguel. Sofia?”

She pressed a button on the microwave, the beeping sound almost deafening and quickening Miguel’s frantic slams against the door.

“Hope she was worth it, Miguel.” She pressed another button that elicited an ear-piercing beep.

“Sofia!” He slammed his shoulders against the microwave door, but it did nothing. “This is murder! Please don’t kill me for a mistake! Sofia! We have a child together!”

She pressed another button. “Do you think one minute is long enough?” Her thumb hovered over the start button.

Miguel slammed his fists so hard on the glass door, he nearly broke the bones in his hands. His screams were high-pitched and frantic. “Sofia, for the love of God! Sofia, don’t do this! You can’t kill me!”

“Fuck you, Miguel!” She slapped the side of the microwave. “I’ve killed before, and I will kill again. You think you can cheat on me and lie to my fucking face for a week, and I’ll just be okay with that?”

Tears ran down. “It was a mistake! Please, I’m honest with you. I don’t know why I did it. Please, Sofia, don’t kill me!”

“Fucking pig. There’s nothing honest about you. I’ll raise our son alone and teach him to respect women. I’ll get rid of your cooked body down the garbage disposal, you worthless piece of shit.”

Sofia’s thumb lined up with the ‘start’ button while her husband pounded and screamed at the microwave door.

Downsizing by MXP