Downsizing

Miguel (Present time, Sunday afternoon)

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Miguel pounded his fists against the acrylic door of the microwave until his fists became battered and bloodied. “Sofia, please!” he cried repeatedly. She wouldn’t kill him, would she? She had a temper and would say awful things when they fought, but never were their fights physical. Maybe the physical fights didn’t happen because they matched each other’s size pre-downsizing? Now that Sofia had all the power, killing him came with the territory of a mixed-size relationship.

The beeping sound was so loud and so awful that each time the noise rang out, his heart stopped. Wiping the tears from his eyes, he looked past the black mesh lining of the door and up at his wife—her face scowling and flaming red.

“I love you, Sofia,” Miguel said, resigned to his fate that his wife was going to kill him.

Kamila

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Kamila stood on Tricia’s desk, looking up at the teen giantess who sat in her chair with a blank expression. Tricia had her elbow on the desk and rested her chin on the heel of her hand while she looked down at the two-inch nurse.

“My dad isn’t complaining about being cold all the time.” She took her hand away and lowered her face, close to Kamila, so that her hot breath blew back her scrubs every time she spoke. “Was that because of you?”

Kamila felt like her body was wrapped inside a tightly knotted rope. She was so terrified to move or even flinch. She’s been living with Tricia since Thursday. Three long days as prisoner to the teen, who callously swallowed a downsizer alive before her eyes. Although Tricia never laid a harmful or malevolent finger on Kamila, the image of Tricia killing someone would never leave her mind. There were also the other two downsizers that Kamila knew nothing about. Except for their screams. Tricia enjoyed playing with them out of Kamila’s and Steve’s view.

Kamila couldn’t keep the giantess waiting. She said, “He felt cold because of poor circulation.” Kamila’s accent was thick, but Tricia had no issues understanding her. “I massage his legs to help improve blood flow. And with some exercises, he no longer gets cold.”

Kamila almost forgot to breathe. In any second, Tricia could slap her hand down and kill her instantly. Or open her mouth wide and swallow her, once Tricia deemed her usefulness was over. But the giantess did neither. She straightened up in her seat and pulled out a chocolate bar from an unseen drawer below.

Tricia seemed … content. There was a slight smirk painted on her face as she undid the wrapper. She took a bite out of the chocolate and, while chewing, she snipped a piece of the bitten chocolate with a fingernail. She presented it to Kamila.

The fingernail was as large as her face. The chocolate piece wedged between her fingernail and skin was the size of a full candy bar to her. Tricia fed Kamila and her dad well, but never gave them sweets—so the offering of chocolate was a first. Kamila shook her head—still too scared to interact with the giantess.

Tricia glowered at Kamila when she refused to take the piece of chocolate. Kamila quickly reconsidered and took the offering from between Tricia’s fingernail and started eating it. They ate silently when Tricia suddenly set the candy bar down on the desk.

“What else?”

“I would like to improve your father’s diet.”

“My food’s not good enough?” she asked, with an accusatory tone.

“No, not that,” Kamila quickly said. “I was talking about vitamins. If I could get a hold of multi-vitamins, I can portion—”

“Okay, quit yapping. I’ll get you some.” Tricia drank from a water bottle. She then filled the cap with a few drops and handed it to Kamila. “Anything else I should get?”

“No. He’s doing well. And I think with the exercises, massages, and vitamins, I can get him to—”

“I meant for you.”

“Hmm?” Kamila’s breathing increased. Was the giantess setting a trap for her?

“Anything I can get you? Special request? Food? Clothes? C’mon, what do you need? Or want? Books? Furniture?”

“I, uh—”

Tricia said nothing more. She drank some more water and looked down at the terrified nurse, waiting for a response.

“If you’re offering,” Kamila said, “maybe some coffee? Instant coffee?”

“Done. Anything else?”

“Umm, what I’m wearing are my only clothes. I, uh, if it’s not too much—”

“Yeah, I figured. I’ll get you some.” Tricia lowered her hand and held her palm out for Kamila to climb aboard. Kamila did so without further instruction. Tricia then gently brought Kamila under her bed, where her father was relaxing and watching TV. Kamila hopped off and stood still, looking at Tricia, who had ducked her head under the bed. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can get you guys.”

Tricia opened her closet door and dug through her dirty clothes she had lying on the floor on top of the mason jars with her prisoners. They were a man and a woman downsizer that she never bothered learning their names. Peering into the jars, she could see that both downsizers had used the bathroom in the corner of the jars.

“Goddammit.” Tricia lowered her face so she could get a better look. “What the fuck? Just poop and pee all the time with you little shits. Can’t you hold it in? I mean, seriously, what the fuck is this? I should just stop feeding you.”

Tricia pulled both jars out of the closet and went to the bathroom. She unscrewed the lids and poured both downsizers, plus their mess, into the sink. Tricia was rough with them and showed no patience to the two-inch people she kidnapped. She ran the faucet and rinsed the jars, pumping hand soap onto them. She swirled the jars with soapy water and poured the whole thing onto the screaming and crying downsizers.

“Shut the fuck up already. Jesus Christ.” She rinsed the jars until no more soap remained. Tricia then set the jars upside down to dry on a towel. She pushed the downsizers with her fingers under the running water, without taking their clothes off. “I told you to shut the fuck up. Quit crying, nothing’s happening to you.” Tricia grunted as she completed this chore she didn’t want to do. It was like taking care of pets that she didn’t like. “Okay, one more peep out of you guys, and I’m eating you. I’m not even joking. I’ll fucking swallow you right now—you know I’ll do it.”

The two downsizers, under the torrential waterfall from the faucet, stopped begging and crying. They looked up at the giantess, scared out of their minds.

“Good.”

Lin

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Lin killed a downsizer the previous night. Her suspicions turned out true. Her pussy could squeeze and drown out the life of a male downsizer while bringing her untold pleasures. She couldn’t wait to tell Trish about it. Tricia wasn’t the only one capable of killing a downsizer.

But she wondered if it was enough.

Killing a downsizer inside her pussy was great. But not as hardcore as swallowing someone whole, sentencing them to an agonizing death, melting away in stomach acid.

Lin sat naked on her bed with her legs spread. Her remaining two downsizers were between her thighs, only a few paces away from her deadly pussy. A young man, about Lin’s age, with a crewcut haircut, brown hair and fair skin. The woman also had fair skin but was much older. They both held to each other, naked and shivering under the gaze of the Asian giantess.

Lin plucked the woman. She was on the smaller side, petite and lithe. Probably the easiest to swallow. Lin licked her lips and put on a show for the crying downsizer. “Not my fault you’re not registered,” Lin said. “That just means you’re a snack for me. Your whole life—just to become my food.” She giggled. “I’m not even hungry!”

“Please, god, no!”

“That won’t help you.”

“Please! I’ll do anything you want. Anything but this! Don’t eat me!”

Lin closed her eyes and let the downsizer beg for another five minutes. Every plea and promise she made was like music to her ears. This was the rightful place for a downsizer, Lin thought. They were born tiny or chose to shrink. Either way, they were rightfully servants of humans as downsizers. Lin could do anything she wanted to the downsized woman, and there was nothing to stop her.

“When you get in my stomach,” Lin said, “I want you to fight extra hard. I want to feel you inside, okay?”

“No!” she screamed for eternity.

Lin opened her mouth and tossed the woman onto her tongue. Lin’s eyes bulged. She was far larger than she expected. Lin used her tongue to toss the woman around her mouth, both tasting her and coating her in saliva. She grabbed the young man between her legs, laid back on her pillows, and rubbed him against her labia as she played with the woman in her mouth. Lin squeezed her toes as the pleasure from the struggling downsizers ratcheted up.

Lin prepared the woman for her one-way journey through her digestive system. She lined her body so she would travel down her throat, headfirst. Lin breathed heavily through her nose as she prepared to swallow the largest pill of her life. Tilting her head back, the downsized woman slid down and near the hanging uvula. Lin’s gag-reflex took over, which caused her to cough and nearly vomit the woman back out.

Lin let go of the young man on her pussy and cupped her hands to catch the woman coming out of her mouth. She instructed the man to keep playing with her pussy as she addressed the woman she tried swallowing. “How the fuck did Trish do it?”

The woman thought she was saved. The giantess couldn’t swallow her whole. But before the woman could finish her thought, Lin tossed her back into her mouth. Lin lathered her up with spit and brought her to the back of her throat once more. But she couldn’t do it. She gagged again and spat the downsizer out of her mouth.

“What the fuck?” Tears formed in her eyes from nearly choking on a downsizer. “I can’t do this. Guess I’m not as whore-ish as Trish. That bitch. I’ll get there. But you’re not off the hook.”

With that, Lin spread her legs wider and lifted her bottom off the bed. She spread one cheek with one hand and shoved the frantic downsizer up her ass until her head popped through her sphincter. “Oh, God.” The sensation was unfamiliar for Lin, and she welcomed it in all its glory.

Lin let go of her cheeks and laid back down on the bed, sending the downsizer further into her rectum. She grabbed the male downsizer and rubbed him furiously against her pussy lips, squirting twice as she used both her toys in both her holes.

When Lin came for the last time, she shoved the man deep inside her vaginal canal. She fell asleep to the faint struggles of the downsizers inside her holes.

Sofia

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Sofia pressed the door release on the microwave and watched her husband hesitate for a second, before jumping out of the appliance and running down the side of it, trying to get far away from her. She simply scooped him up without having to move much.

“Quit crying, you little baby,” she said. “I wasn’t really going to microwave you. Sheesh. You think I’m a monster?”

Miguel felt like his heart was going to jump out of his throat. He went through so many emotions at once, he couldn’t focus on anything in particular. There was immense relief, followed by misery and fear. He heard the words coming out of her mouth, but didn’t believe his wife. He read between the lines and could tell she was thirsting for vengeance; it was a sheer miracle she didn’t nuke him in the microwave.

“What now Miguel?” she asked her cowering husband. He looked so pathetic with his teary eyes, kneeling on her palms, his head flinching with every word she spoke. “Answer me!”

“Sofia, I swear, I didn’t mean to sleep with Luna! It was like I was in a trance.”

“What are you saying? She raped you?”

“No, no!”

“Then what, Miguel?”

He rubbed his temples with both hands. “I … I don’t know. Sofia—I swear—I love you and I don’t know how this happened. I don’t even like Luna or that giant. But they did something …”

“Giant? You mean Liam knows?” she asked, raising a brow. “He knows you had sex with his wife?”

“He practically forced me to have sex with her on his dick. That giant weirdo gets off on it. I’m telling you—they’re fucking nuts. Be mad at them, not me!”

Sofia’s mind came to a halt. This was so unexpected that she had to sit down at the dining table but held her husband close to her chest. Miguel wasn’t going to leave her custody anytime soon.

“You had sex on his dick?” she asked, no longer angry, but confused.

“Don’t remind me!” Miguel rubbed his face with both his hands. He was losing his composure again, which was uncharacteristic of him, and a rare sight for Sofia to see her husband express emotions visibly. “It’s like a blacked out. One second, I’m exploring the house, the next, I’m having sex with Luna on his penis. It’s fucking disgusting. I would never—never—do that in a million years. Sofia, I love you with all my heart. And do you think I’m stupid enough to cheat on you when you are hundreds of feet tall compared to me?”

Sofia remained silent.

“Just ask them,” Miguel said. “Confront them and ask them what they did to me.”

“Are you kidding? I won’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m living rent free in their home, and he’s giving me a job.”

“Sofia! They—” He wasn’t going to say it. Miguel would never admit that they sexually assaulted him. That kind of thing doesn’t happen to men like Miguel. “They—they tricked me. You know how fucking weird they are. They get off on this shit. Why would a man want to watch his wife have sex with another man?”

"Miguel …" Sofia's voice trailed off as she lost herself in thought. “Are you bisexual?”

“What the fuck!” he shouted. “Hell no!”

“Then why did you have sex on his—”

“I don’t know! They drugged me or something! Ask them.” He stood up and paced two steps left and right on his wife’s palm. “That was the last place in the world I wanted to be in.”

“Are you sure?”

“What?” Miguel stopped moving and looked at his giant wife. She was smirking and looking inquisitively at him. “Yes, I’m fucking sure.”

This was a lot for Sofia to absorb at once. No longer blindly angry; instead, she was thinking up punishments for her husband for his adultery. Something about him being so disgusted with Liam got the gears in her head turning. She remembered how much her husband complained when they left Lilliputian Lakes after the failed downsizing. Liam had to carry Miguel out of the building and to the car because of the permit situation. Miguel hated being in another man’s hand, and he bitched into Sofia’s ears that entire night, demanding Sofia get her permit so another man wouldn’t ever carry him again.

Miguel told Sofia he could live with her being a giantess. Her features being magnified elated him. Legs longer than a running track, boobs as large as hills, a cavernous pussy waiting to be explored. He loved her body and got a thrill playing with her. But a giant man? Yuck! The very fact that he shared the same roof with Liam nauseated Miguel to no end. He cringed every time Liam walked by or was in the same room. A giantess was one thing, and he could handle that. It was hot, and he loved seeing it. But seeing a giant man that held infinitely more power than him? Hell no, that was too much for Miguel.

That made Sofia laugh on the inside. Miguel was so proudly hetero that merely looking at Liam from his tiny eyes repulsed him. So why have sex on his dick? Sofia’s mind was closing in on a punishment for her cheating husband. Miguel would probably think his punishment would involve slaving around her exquisite body. But that was no punishment for him—that’s what he wanted. And she was far too angry to give Miguel what he wanted.

And there was also another consideration to her punishment. If Liam and Luna were as freaky as Miguel described them, then if she came at them, accusing them of raping her husband and threatening them with legal action, they’d kick her out of the house. And there’d be no way she could get that job she was gunning for. Her entire life would crumble just as things were picking up. She wouldn't risk that.

Sofia could see Luna being freaky from the short time she’s known her—but Liam? Maybe he was. Any other man would’ve crushed a downsizer for fucking their wife. But not only did Miguel fuck his wife, he encouraged it, according to Miguel. Maybe it was Liam and Luna’s kink.

A funny thought occurred to her … Was pimping her husband a guaranteed way of her family’s survival? A place to live and a promising job—and all she had to do was pimp out her thumb-sized husband to the mixed-size couple?

“Do you think,” Sofia asked, “that Liam got off on watching you sleep with his wife?”

“Think? I know he did. He gave me a fist-bump the last time I had sex with her.” Even though it was out in the open, he hated admitting that to Sofia. It still felt so raw and abhorrent. “God, I’m so sorry, honey. I’ll make it up to you. If you want me to rub your feet or massage your back with my body. I’ll do it. I’ll do anything for you, babe; want me to be your slave? I’ll do it. Anything to make us even and for me thanking you for not microwaving the shit out of me.”

“That doesn’t sound like a punishment to me.”

“Punishment?”

“Miguel, you fucking cheated on me. You being a foot slave, isn’t a punishment—you probably want that for all I know.”

“No, I don’t.” Miguel looked ashamed.

“Here’s the deal: you had your fun with Luna—I’m going to have my fun with Liam.”

“No,” Miguel said without thinking.

Sofia raised her brows. “No? I wasn’t asking you, Miguel.” Her stern look reappearing.

“You can’t cheat on me,” he said, absent of any confidence. It sounded more pitiful than anything.

Sofia laughed. “Serious right now? After you fucked Luna, you’re telling me I can’t fuck Liam?”

“This is different!” Miguel boxed his emotions and addressed his wife in a pre-downsizing tone. “You’re knowingly sleeping with him. I didn’t do that with Luna! I told you—I was drugged!”

“On top of sleeping with Liam,” Sofia said, ignoring her husband's outburst. “I want you to be extra nice to our hosts. Remember, they are doing us a solid by letting us live in their home.”

“What the hell do you mean by that?”

“If Liam wants you to play on his giant dick, then that’s what you’ll do.”

“What the fuck are you trying to say? Hell fucking no! That’s gay.”

“Do it, Miguel, or I’ll take you back to the microwave right now. Your call.”

“You won’t kill me.” He stood up defiantly to his wife.

Ten seconds later, Miguel was back inside the microwave, pounding on the door. Sofia had a bored expression on her face as he cried and pleaded with her. She re-opened the door, and he came crawling out. Thanking her and promising to do whatever she said.

Threatening his life was effective in making him obey her. But this was tiring and probably mentally scarring for Miguel for life. There were other ways of making him more obedient. Catch more flies with honey, she thought. Just like Mateo. Spanking him worked, but my milk worked better.

She picked Miguel up and pulled her robe to the side so her tit came out. Sofia brought her husband up to her nipple and shoved his face into it. Squeezing her nipple caused some milk to trickle out.

“Drink it!” her voice boomed, rattling his teeth.

“I don’t want to. Please honey, this is too much—”

“Listen you little shit, stop fighting with me. I’m in charge here. If I tell you to jump, you fucking jump. No more talking back and no more questioning me, okay? You lost all your rights as a person when you cheated on me. You should thank me every second of your life for not hitting the start button on the microwave, okay? Got me, Miguel?” she asked with a shout. “Now, drink my milk until your stomach is full.”

Sofia was unsure how long it took for the effects of her milk to make a downsizer sub-servant to her. For her son, she noticed the change after a day. If she starved her husband of all foods and drink except for her milk, within two days his freewill should be gone. By then, she’ll have him completely subjugated like her son. And that’s how she wanted her family to behave. Complete and utter dependence towards her.

Luna

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Liam sat on the couch with his eyes shut while his wife watched reality TV about downsizers in Hollywood, trying to make it as actors on the big screen. Those shows bored the hell out of Liam, so he was close to dozing off.

It had been hours since returning from the carnival. Liam handed Mateo to Sofia, who was grateful for everything: the fun day for Mateo and the alone time it provided for her and Miguel. Liam hardly heard the words coming out of Sofia’s mouth as her enormous tits, clad under a striped shirt, had his full attention. Sofia noticed and droned on with nonsensical sentences that Liam simply nodded and agreed to. It made her smile, but she didn’t mind. She talked long, offering Liam more time to gaze at her tits. Like putty in my hands, Sofia thought.

After that, Liam wanted to laze around and play some games on his PC. But his little wife had other plans for him. She was so demanding with him after seeing the state of their home. She instructed Liam to clean up the house for their guests and to do the laundry, water the plants, scrub the bathroom, and organize the living room, among other things. Through it all, he complied. Even helped Luna with her living area in the bedroom. It was like an outdoor dollhouse, which only comprised walls, partitioning rooms, with no roof. Almost looked like a cutaway house when playing the game, The Sims.

Back on the couch, he was about to fall asleep when she said, “Babe, you need to shower.” She pinched her nose and gave him a cutesy face.

“I know.” Liam groaned as he lifted himself off the couch and went to take care of business, leaving his wife alone on the seat cushion.

Luna heard the shower start and continued watching TV. The shockwaves of Sofia’s footsteps, followed by the booming sounds, gave away her approach before Luna could even see her.

“Oh, hey Sofia! Want to join—” Luna stopped when she saw Sofia round the couch, wearing a sheer nightgown that was practically see through. Luna’s mouth hung open as she took in the sight.

“Hi!” Sofia wiggled her fingers as she gracefully bent over at the hips, her breasts filling up Luna’s field of view. The nightgown, a blend of white and blue, hid nothing of Sofia’s body. Her hardened nipples were visible, and the curves of her breasts and hips stretched the gown to its limit. “How do I look?”

“Whoa, Sofia! You’re looking so foxy.” Luna snapped her fingers. “Is that new? Where did you buy it? I wish I could wear something like that and look half as good as you, but I got these skinny arms and legs. Nothing like your gorgeous figure. Wow, you’re so hot. And not even because of the outfit, but because your body is unreal, girl.”

“Do you think Liam will like it?”

“Yeah, certainly!”

Not the response Sofia expected. “You wouldn’t mind Liam looking at me like this?” Sofia grabbed her breasts and squeezed.

“Oh, momma.” Luna guffawed. “Call him quick! He’s in the shower.”

Sofia rolled her eyes. It didn’t seem like the little thing was going to get jealous. “I know what you and Miguel did.”

“Oh?” Luna cocked her head. She didn’t admit to anything and was apprehensive about giving away any secrets. “And what might that be—”

“You two had sex behind my back.”

Luna let out a breath. “Okay, listen. It wasn’t his fault. Where is he now? Sofia, you didn’t hurt him, did you? Y’know Liam works at the DPS and—”

“He’s fine. Listen Luna, I’m grateful for everything you and Liam have done. But I’m a little hurt here. How would you like it if I fucked your husband?”

“I would love that!” She clapped and jumped. “And you’re well within your right to sleep with him. Oh! You can tie me to his dick while you do it. Or, better yet, make me your little clit slave. I’ve been a naughty girl, Sofia. You gotta punish me bad.”

“Oh, I’ll punish you.”

Sofia had placed a glass mug in the freezer hours ago and went to retrieve it. A cloud of frost followed the mug as she brought it to the bedroom. She set Luna and the mug on the nightstand.

“Here’s the deal, honey. I’m going to fuck your hubby,” Sofia said while wagging a finger. Luna nodded in agreement. “And you’re going to be okay with it!”

“But I am! You two are humans. Me and Miguel are downsizers. We can’t stop you, not that we would. But Sofia, c’mon. Lemme play with your boobies or ass while you fuck my husband.”

“No,” Sofia said. “Because that’s what you want. I’m punishing you for going behind my back to sleep with my husband—downsizer or not—doesn’t matter. So, I’ve decided, you’re going to hear me fuck Liam, but you won’t take part, and you won’t watch. I’m going light on you, Luna. If you didn’t give me a home and second chance at life, things would be a lot worse for you.”

Sofia lifted the glass and slammed it upside down onto Luna, trapping her in a frozen prison. Luna shouted at Sofia. The giantess simply tapped the glass.

“This is only fair, no?” Sofia asked.

“C’mon,” Luna whined, her voice muffled and difficult to understand. “Okay, fine, but next time, I’m going to suck your clit!”

“Comfortable, Miguel?” she asked, adjusting her necklace.

Sofia tied her tiny husband to a necklace with a cross on it. She used dental floss to bind his wrists and ankles to the cross. He struggled, but the bindings were so tight they left red marks on his skin.

“Sofia! This is so fucked up,” he said in Spanish. “This is worse than the microwave. And probably a little sacrilege.”

Sofia scoffed at that. She laid back in Liam’s bed and undid her nightie just enough to show off her cleavage and legs. Her necklace, with Miguel on it, was right smack in the center, between her fatty tits.

“Don’t cheat on me, Sofia!” He wriggled within his bindings. “This isn’t the same with what Luna and Liam did to me. They forced me! But y-you are knowingly sleeping with another man.”

“Shut up, Miguel.” She propped the pillows behind her and got comfortable. The shower ended and they could hear Liam doing something at the sink. “Want me to stop being angry with you? Then let me make this even.”

“But this is mean!”

“Cry some more.”

Liam

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Liam took a long shower, scrubbing himself with a bar of soap and then just hanging out under the water for several minutes. After the shower, he wrapped himself in a towel and took care of some personal hygiene stuff before heading into his bedroom. He was shocked when he saw Sofia, half-naked, looking at him seductively from his bed.

“Sofia?”

“I heard what you did with my husband,” she said with the slightest grin. She was playing with her necklace, flipping the cross so that Miguel was against her warm skin and not visible to the giant. She moved her bare legs, which attracted Liam’s gaze. “And I’m a little upset.”

“Shit, lemme explain. W-we got carried away the other day. It wasn’t Miguel’s fault. See, me and Luna—”

“Want to make all this right, Liam?” she asked with a smile.

“Umm, yeah.”

“The downsizers had their fun. Don’t you think it’s time for the humans to get theirs? Drop that towel and come over here.” Sofia pulled her nightgown apart with a lazy hand, revealing her huge breasts.

Liam’s eyes bulged as he took in Sofia’s tits. They were far more glorious than he imagined. They maintained their shape as they hung to the side. Her nipples had almost a retrousse quality to them, perking up high, erect, and huge. He licked his lips, eager to run his tongue around those dark pink peaks.

As a man, Liam needed little convincing from the half-naked Latina MILF. He undid his towel and let it drop. It was Sofia’s turn to widen her eyes. “Jesus,” she said. “Your bigger than my husband.” What she meant was that Liam’s soft cock was longer and bigger than Miguel’s erection ever was. As Liam walked up to the bed, she watched his monster swing back and forth, twitching slightly as it awakened. Sofia moved off the bed and got on her knees.

She started by fondling his balls and feeling their weight in her hand. Then the tip of his penis entered her mouth, feeling it pulsate and grow larger as she sucked him off. Liam ran his fingers through Sofia’s dark hair as her head bobbed up and down on his hardening member. He hadn’t received a proper blowjob since Luna downsized. Despite forcing downsizers to worship his cock, it was nothing compared to Sofia’s mouth, which provided the right amount of suction and pressure.

Miguel wriggled to no avail. The necklace hung midair, sometime colliding with his wife’s chest as he heard loud sucking and smacking sounds above his head. “Sofia, stop!” The humans couldn’t hear his cries as they went at it. Her pleasureful moans were agonizing to listen to. Sofia crossed the line in their marriage without fanfare or hesitation. She greedily took the younger man’s cock into her mouth as was going at it with much vigor and gusto than Miguel has ever witnessed.

Sofia pulled Liam’s cock out of her mouth. He was nearly completely hard. “My turn,” she said. Sofia took off her nightgown and crawled into bed on all fours. She lowered her upper body but kept her ass up in the air. Liam didn’t need any further instruction. He got into bed, his face launching right at her ass. With his nose between her cheeks, his mouth and tongue worked on her pussy. Sofia’s eyes went crossed and rolled into their socket as she felt Liam’s hungry tongue lap her up.

Luna banged on the iced mug, but backed off after realizing she was making no impact. It was cold in her chamber. And although she could hear the muffled sexual noises coming from the outside, she couldn’t get horny. It was too cold! She wiped the fog off from the glass wall, but it quickly fogged and obscured her view. “Damnit!” It truly didn’t bother her that Liam was getting it on with Sofia. What angered her was that she wasn’t a part of it! “C’mon! I just want to play with your titties, please!”

Miguel landed hard on the bed and had the wind knocked out of him. His wife adjusted the necklace, so he was looking up at her face full of ecstasy. Her hot breath washed over him with every moan she let out.

“Oh, fuck!” she said. “Your tongue is way better than all of Miguel put together.” Sofia pushed herself back into Liam’s face, driving his nose and face deep into her cheeks. His tongue pierced between her labia and teased her canal. “Fuck!” Sofia cried out.

Liam squeezed her ample ass under his powerful hands before letting one slip away and play with her clit by going between her legs. There was so much of Sofia. Her ass had more mass than all of Luna’s pre-downsized body ever had. Thick thighs and wide hips that drove Liam mad. His hands explored her curves and squeezed her smooth, olive flesh every chance he got.

Sofia got on her back and adjusted the necklace, so it was near her collarbone. “Fuck my tits.” Her voice was hoarse and dripping with lust. With both hands, she held the outside of her boobs and stood by as Liam crawled forward on his knees. Like a batter stepping up to the plate by warming up and swinging his bat, Liam’s cock swayed left and right playfully above. He grabbed a bottle of baby oil from the nightstand, unconcerned about the frozen mug that stood there, and poured some oil on his cock and Sofia’s tits.

Once positioned correctly, he slid his long cock between her breasts and humped her. Sofia pressed her boobs tightly against his cock, enjoying the feeling of the long meat traveling between her valley.

Something caught Liam’s eye. The necklace Sofia wore was moving. “Is that your husband?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about him. He wants this to happen.”

Liam was all for fun with downsizers. Criminals in his custody deserved nothing but harsh punishment. But ordinary downsizers like his wife and Miguel deserved protection and care. The way he was tied to the necklace caused him to pause with concern. He lowered to get a better look. Miguel was nude and tied to a cross, with no signs of bruising or abuse.

“I guess you’re right,” Liam said to Sofia. “Little dude is loving this. He’s got a hard-on.”

“What?” Sofia raised a brow. Surely, her husband was fighting his bindings and cursing her name. A naked man fucking her tits should have sent him into a blinding rage. She lifted the necklace to her eyes, and sure enough, Miguel was sporting a tiny erection. She giggled. “I didn’t think you’d actually like this, honey.” She licked his body, the tip of her tongue going up his tiny shaft. “I guess we learned something new.”

“Sofia,” he said in a whimper. “Stop this! I’ll forget it ever happened if you just stop right now.”

“Fuck me, Liam,” she said, dropping her necklace once more. “Fuck me hard. My husband wants to see a real man fuck me.”

Liam nodded and began having missionary sex with Sofia. Sofia backed up and scrunched up her face as she took his monster cock. It was definitely an upgrade from having sex with her two-inch husband. She held onto his arms as he drove his hips into hers. Her body jiggled with every thrust, causing Miguel to get a headache from the rhythmic shockwaves.

Sofia’s moans rattled inside Miguel’s head. He kept shouting at them to stop. He told Sofia he would forgive her for adultery if she just stopped. But Sofia scoffed at that. In her mind, she was balancing the universe by having sex with Liam. Forgive me? She thought to herself. I’m the only one in a position to forgive. And hell no, I don’t forgive him.

Sofia’s thoughts were cutoff by another deep thrust. Her entire vaginal canal filled by Liam’s above-average cock. Liam took her legs and raised them against his torso, so that her bare feet were on either side of his face. This allowed him to get a better thrust into Sofia. The tip of his penis softly coming to contact with her cervix.

Sofia rolled her eyes into the back of her head. Miguel never filled her like this, and she made sure both Liam and Miguel heard her say that between her moans. Liam dropped her legs and went for the prize he wanted most: those juicy tits. He leaned in and took a mouthful of tit flesh. His tongue twirled around her nipple. His teeth nibbling it, causing Sofia to squeal in delight.

Liam kept playing with her tits as he drove his cock into her. He squeezed and kneaded her flesh until a stream of her warm milk erupted and went down his throat. “Whoa.” While his cock was still in her, he sat up and looked at her bulbous boobs and squeezed them under his powerful hands until he saw milk coming out from both nipples. Like a geyser, the streams shot up high in the air before landing along Sofia’s nude body. Some of it splashing on Miguel.

“Drink it,” Sofia said as she looked at Liam’s astonished eyes. “I’ve got plenty.”

Liam nodded and sucked on her breast. Sofia wanted to make sure her husband got some, so she lifted the necklace prison and shoved his face into her nipple, giving in a squeeze in one smooth motion. In seconds, she drenched her husband with her milk. Sofia lost count of how many times she climaxed, but this one was special. Both men completely succumbed to her nectar was something she didn’t know she wanted in life.

“This is so fucking hot,” Liam said with a stream of milk coming down the corner of his lips. He fucked Sofia harder while making an intense eye contact with her. “I’m going to cum.”

“Do it on my chest.” She brought her husband back between her boobs. “Show us how a real man cums.”

It took only a few more thrusts before Liam felt like he was going to explode. He pulled his cock out and started jerking it—his ejaculation imminent. Sofia drooled upon seeing it. She looked down at her husband, hoping to see him furious. But what she saw only added another piece to the puzzle. Miguel ejaculated while looking up at the giant. Sofia was unaware that the sexual musk in the air was influencing Miguel’s fragile, downsized mind.

Liam groaned as he came. Ropes of hot white cum shot out him and landed all over Sofia. So much landed on her breast, it was like lava flowing from a volcano and onto Miguel. There was no escape for Miguel, no matter how hard he tried to pull on the dental floss.

Sofia stroked Liam’s hard, muscular legs as he pumped the last bit of cum from his cock. She lifted the necklace up to her eyes and nearly laughed. Miguel looked so beaten and downtrodden. He was covered in both her and Liam’s fluids. The marks around his wrists and ankles were bright red where he struggled. But what was most funny was his little erection. It never let up.

This made Sofia think for a second. Was her husband actually bi? Or did he get off on this humiliation? No matter. She decided she’ll fuck Liam again, and something told her that Miguel would not oppose it in the future.

Liam collapsed on the bed and nearly fell asleep. Sofia got up and lifted the mug off Luna. Luna sat on her bottom, with her legs brought up to her chest. She looked up at Sofia with doe-eyes, almost looking like a fairy for a moment.

Sofia had a bright smile. Her chest and stomach dripping with Liam’s cum and her milk. “That was fun,” she said to Luna.

“Sofia—I’m so sorry for having sex with Miguel. I wish I could take it back. But when you have sex with Liam next time … Can I join?”

Sofia showed her teeth as she smiled widely. Even Luna knew she wasn’t through fucking Liam. There was something about how mousey and innocent she looked that turned on Sofia. She was asking for permission to join in on the affair.

“Sure,” Sofia said. “If you’re a good girl, you can join.”

Sofia took a shower with both downsizers. She had set them both on the ground of the tub near her feet. They ran and dodged her footsteps, while globs of water and cum rained down on them.

“Was it fun?” Luna asked Miguel. “I bet it was hot.”

“Please, shut up.”

After showering, Sofia gathered her downsizers and got dressed in simple leggings and a shirt. She tossed some clothes for Miguel and Luna to get dressed in. Sofia then took them to the living room.

“Are my little cheaters hungry?” she asked with a sinister smile. “I can microwave something for ya. Or how about some milk?”

“We don’t have milk,” Luna said.

“I got some.” Sofia winked at her husband.

“Almond milk?”

“Eww, no.”

“Well, that’s all downsizers can drink,” Luna said. “Regular milk doesn’t agree with downsizers’ stomachs. We need the fake stuff.”

“Really?” Sofia stroked her chin. “What about human milk?”

Luna shrugged.

Sofia lifted her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so her tits hung out, swollen and hard. Luna’s jaw dropped as she gazed at nipples larger than head.

Sofia lazily scrolled through her phone while a show played on the TV. Miguel was on her right nipple and Luna on the other. It didn’t take Luna much convincing to drink from her, but Sofia had to threaten Miguel to make him drink.

There was a minor hiccup in Sofia’s life plan. She wasn’t expecting her husband to betray her. But things were looking up. She had her husband and the woman he was having an affair with, drinking from her like little babies. Soon they’ll become completely sub-servant to her, and that’s when the punishment would really begin. They thought they were in the clear, but that was far from true.

Sofia took a deep breath, her chest rising, causing the two downsizers to almost lose their balance. They went back to drinking. She told them not to stop until their stomachs were ready to burst.

Having sex with Liam was a pleasant surprise. So was Miguel’s reaction. Sofia saw herself hooking up with him more in the future. It didn’t matter how many times Miguel fucked Luna—she was going to fuck Liam as much as she wanted to, and no one was going to stop her.

Mateo

===

Mateo paused his game and went to his mini fridge to grab another jar of milk his mom prepared for him. But as he opened the fridge, he noticed something was wrong. The normal hum from the appliance wasn’t there. “The hell?” He grabbed a jar and was dismayed to find it warm. “Shit.”

As much as he wanted to drink the intoxicatingly sweet beverage, there was no way he was drinking spoiled milk. He opted for water and some snacks. He went back to his living area and continued playing.

Mateo was living in the moment. Future aspirations and goals—weren’t a thing in his mind. His mom fed him, he played games, slept, woke up, rinse and repeat. He didn’t even have to worry about school, which was awesome. He wondered if he would’ve made any friends. Possibly a girlfriend. Did I ever go to school? Why was it so difficult to think about the past?

Sofia got up from the couch to answer a knock at the front door. She dropped her downsizers on the couch and pulled her shirt back down over her breasts. Her bare feet slapped against the floor until she made it to the door.

“Hello.” Sofia said, greeting an extremely tall girl at the door. Even though she wore jeans and a blouse, Sofia could tell she was athletic. She almost felt intimidated, only coming up to the girl’s shoulders. She was strikingly pretty.

“Hi, my name is Beth.”

Kamila

===

It rained that night. The bedroom filled with the sounds of the light patter of raindrops hitting the window and Tricia’s light snoring. When Kamila felt sure that everyone, especially Tricia, was asleep, she made her move. She came out from under the bed, lugging a canvas bag over her shoulder, and padded across the bedroom floor. The springs in Tricia’s mattress squeaked, causing Kamila to freeze. She looked over her shoulder and saw the silhouette of the teen giantess sleeping peacefully. Kamila silently let out a breath and continued walking.

One of Tricia’s closet doors was open. She climbed over a dirty sock and past sneakers until she made it to the mason jars that imprisoned the two downsizers. They got up from the glass bottom when they heard Kamila make a soft knock on the glass walls.

“Kamila? I’m so happy to see you,” Cynthia said.

“You’re an angel, K.” Rick got up and planted one hand on the wall of his prison. “I’m so fucking thirsty.”

Kamila set her bag down on the floor and pulled out a jug of water, bread, and some leftover sausage from dinner. For the past couple of days, she’s been sneaking in the middle of the night to feed her downsized compatriots. Tricia only fed them once a day, and it wasn’t enough. Just to be mean, Tricia would pre-chew food and spit it into the jar. Rick and Cynthia refused to eat that, so Tricia would just leave them to starve. It didn’t matter to her.

“I’ll give you food first. You eat, and when finished, I’ll pour some water.” There was no way to give them bottles of water, otherwise Tricia would find evidence of them eating. So Kamila would just pour water into the airholes that Tricia punched in the lids of the mason jars. The water would pool on the floor, and the downsizers would lap it up like dogs. “I wish there was a better way. But this is all I can do.”

Rick and Cynthia assured Kamila that she was going above and beyond with what little she supplied them. Kamila looked around at Tricia’s dirty clothes. This was the hard part of the entire ordeal. Gathering up clothes so she can climb to the top of the jar so she could squeeze food and water through the airholes.

“What’s wrong?” Kamila asked Rick, who took a step back and looked over her shoulder. He looked up in horror as if he saw a ghost. Kamila felt a sense of dread wash over her. Kamila turned around and nearly screamed.

“Whatcha got there?” Tricia asked.

Kamila dropped the bottle of water and stepped back until she collided with Rick’s mason jar. Tricia caught her red-handed. She somehow snuck up to the closet like a cat, masking her sounds with the rainfall outside. Tricia was lying on her belly and had her tennis court-sized face looming over them.

Kamila’s mouth opened wide as if she were going to cry, but nothing came out. She dropped to the floor and curled up into the fetal position, shivering uncontrollably.

“That explains why these fuckers kept pooping and peeing so much. Mystery solved.”

Both Rick and Cynthia backed up in their prison. Kamila continued to sob, fearing her life was coming to an end.

“C’mon, Kamila.” Tricia lowered her hand next to the tiny nurse. “Get on.”

Kamila wiped her tears and obeyed the giantess. No sense in making matters worse. She didn’t know what Tricia had in store, but it couldn’t be good. Kamila knew she was getting punished. And why? Because she couldn’t stand to see fellow downsizers starve and die of thirst.

Tricia brought Kamila to the kitchen and set her on the counter as she glided between the fridge and some drawers. She returned to Kamila and set a cutting board, a tomato, and a French knife down. Tricia turned her back to Kamila and was digging for something else at the opposite end of the kitchen.

Kamila got a good look at Tricia under the humming fluorescent light. Small shirt and panties, and nothing else. Kamila was in her scrubs and barefoot. She hugged herself with her arms and was too nervous to even adjust her stance. The French knife glinted under the bright light, its menacing point aiming right at Kamila.

Tricia brought two slices of bread down on the cutting board and grabbed the knife. She looked down at Kamila with no emotions and began slicing the tomato. “Anything you want to say?” The thud of the knife striking the wooden board after every slice echoed in the room.

“I’m sorry, Miss Tricia. It won’t happen again.”

“What won’t?”

“Me feeding the others.”

“Did I ever tell you not to feed the others?”

“Well …” Kamila thought back to Tricia’s rules—a list that was actually pretty short. There was: no escaping; no calling for help; take good care of her father; and obeying all her commands without complaining. But did she tell her not to feed the other downsizers? “I guess not?”

“So, why are you so scared?”

“I guess, because—”

“Because you were fucking sneaking around my room, behind my back? Stealing food meant for you and my dad to give to those worthless, piece of shit, downsizers?” Tricia stabbed the point of the knife into the cutting board, causing the ground to tremble under Kamila’s feet. Tricia twisted the knife, which was like a five-story building to Kamila. “And what pisses me off, is that I didn’t make a rule about this, because I never thought you’d do something so crazy. You’ve seen me eat a downsizer … Yet, you risked pissing me off by doing something so selfless, just to help downsizers under my nose.”

Kamila sniffled and looked down. She nodded. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t let them starve.”

“Ugh,” Tricia grunted. She set the knife down and continued making her sandwich with tomatoes, basil, and mozzarella slices. She topped it with salt, pepper, and a dash of oil. Tricia grabbed a plate and set her sandwich off to the side. “Get on,” she said to Kamila with a commanding bellow.

Kamila climbed onto the plate and sat with her legs crossed, looking up at Tricia with pleading eyes. She felt herself rocket up into the air as the giantess lifted the plate, momentarily feeling weightless as the elevator ride halted. Then it was scary ride towards the living room; however, Tricia kept the plate remarkably leveled with no chance of Kamila falling off or even getting motion sick.

Tricia sat on the couch and rested the heels of her feet on the ottoman. She flipped the TV on and set the volume all the way low. It was the middle of the night, and her parents were sure to be fast asleep. She put on some fail videos on YouTube and tossed the remote to the side.

“Hungry? Want some of my sandwich?”

Kamila shook her head no. But Tricia pinched the edge of her sandwich and broke off a tiny piece for the nurse, setting it on the plate beside her.

“Eat up. The tomato is fresh from our garden.” Tricia grabbed her food and tore a chunk with her pearly white teeth. She chewed loudly as she watched funny videos on the TV. She looked at Kamila, who hadn’t moved a muscle. “Eat, girl. C’mon, I’m not going to hurt you. Quit being so scared of me, sheesh.”

Kamila gulped. She nodded and grabbed the chunk of sandwich that was bigger than her head. She bit into the juicy tomato between the slices of bread. The red vegetable burst with juices and flavor. The salt and pepper made everything pop in her mouth. Not realizing how hungry she was, Kamila chowed down on the meal.

“Much better,” Tricia said.

They ate their midnight snack for the next few moments without speaking a word to each other. They watched the compilation of videos on the screen and chuckled to themselves, watching humans and downsizers injuring themselves during stupid stunts. Kamila’s eyes momentarily lingered down Tricia’s long, smooth legs that were as long as a soccer pitch. Tricia tapped her foot left-and-right quickly in the air. She even wriggled her toes as she idly watched the TV; probably restless from being up so late. Either way, it was hypnotic, and Kamila’s eyes followed the young giantess’s feet.

“How are you feeling?” Tricia’s soft voice broke Kamila’s trance. She looked over her shoulder and saw Tricia giving her a slight smile.

“Better. I’m really sorry about what I did earlier, Miss Tricia.”

“If you could go back in time, what would’ve you done differently?”

“I would’ve asked you. If I could feed Cynthia and Rick.”

“Is that their name?” Tricia shook her head. “Well, that’s good. You should always ask me and get my permission first, before you do anything out of the ordinary. Promise you’ll do that from now on?” Tricia asked with an upward infliction. She had the type of tone of a mother speaking softly to their child. It was like teaching an important life lesson, free of malice.

Kamila nodded. “Yes, I promise.”

“See? I’m not so bad.” Tricia brought a finger behind Kamila’s back to pet her. “As long as you take care of Steve and do what I say, you’ll have a good life. I’ll get you whatever food you want, buy you clothes, give you a warm place to live … Not a worry in the world for you. Sounds good?”

Kamila felt a warmth she hadn’t felt since downsizing. Tricia’s giant hand next to her felt protective for the first time. Kamila had to admit the human girl was right. The hour-long bus drive to and from work, living in a junkyard among trash, the impossible hours at the hospital … That was no life. Maybe this was the luck she’s been missing all her life. Things were finally turning around.

“Oh, another thing,” Tricia said. “Don’t get close to those downsizers. I’m going to kill them.”

Kamila’s heart stopped as her breath left her lungs. Her uncontrollable quaking returned as a horrific fright filled her soul. The giant girl was still stroking her back like nothing’s changed. Kamila looked up and Tricia still wore that affectionate smile.

“Tricia?”

“Hmm?”

“Y-you … Are you making a joke?”

Tricia giggled. “Aww, are you worried about them? Don’t be. See, if you didn’t interact with them, this would be easier. But you just had to go learn their names. It’s harder when you learn their names, huh?”

Kamila shook her head. “Please, Miss Tricia, you can’t kill them.”

“Uh, yeah I can.” Tricia made that look most teen girls make when saying something a matter-of-factly—almost like an insult. “I’m not raising fucking rodents in my closet. I mean, I was wrong, okay? I thought taking care of them would be easy, but it’s annoying as fuck.” Tricia’s eyes wandered to the ceiling as she thought back—then her eyes returned to the stunned Kamila. “I only wanted you, Kamila. But I couldn’t Lin know that. So, I had to grab the others. But I don’t give a shit about them, and neither should you.”

Kamila stood up on the plate. “No!” she shouted. Tricia raised a brow. Kamila’s momentary confidence vanished. “Please,” she said in a pathetic, pleading voice. “I’ll do anything you want to spare them.”

“You’ll do anything I want. Period. You can’t think that’s a bargaining chip.” Tricia poked Kamila in her soft stomach. Kamila clenched her belly with both hands. “Tell me, Kamila, who should I get rid of first? The man or the woman?”

Kamila shook her head, her hair flailing around. “You can’t do this.”

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll kill you. I’ll just keep kidnapping downsizers until I find someone capable of taking care of dad. I don’t care how many worthless downsizers I must kill until I find your replacement. Got it? So, you can either have the good life, and listen to me, or I’ll off you right now.” Tricia lifted the plate closer to her enormous eyes. “Who do I kill first? The man or the woman … or you?”

Kamila was panting heavily through her mouth. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest and butterflies filled her stomach. She couldn’t be the one to doom her fellow downsizers. Kamila couldn’t live with the blood on her hands.

“I’m waiting.” Tricia’s voice shook Kamila’s bones.

“I … I can’t.”

Tricia’s eyelids dropped while giving a long, drawn-out sigh. “Damnit Kamila. I was starting to like you, too. Well, I guess this is goodbye.”

Tricia snatched up Kamila and set the plate down on the couch. She walked out the front door and into the very early dawn. The rain had softened to a drizzle. The sky was still pitch black, and the air was thick with warm humidity and had a rich earthy smell to it. Tricia, wearing only her shirt and panties, walked to one end of her covered wooden patio. She saw a row of ants crawling by on the ground and timed her steps so that her barefoot took out a large swath of them.

Under the yellow light from her porch, Tricia found what she was looking for. The web from an orb spider shimmering under the glow of the yellow light. “Look, Kamila.” She lifted the tiny nurse up to the spiderweb so she could see.

The spider, well over an inch long, including its legs, sat motionless in the center of the web. When Kamila’s eyes adjusted and saw the spider, she let out a blood-curdling scream. “No, no, no!”

“I heard spiderwebs are like, five times as strong as steel. I bet you’d stick to it and won’t fall off. Wanna try?”

“Tricia! No, please, I hate spiders! Tricia! Tricia! Stop this, please, I’m begging you.”

“I gave you a chance, babe. You gotta live with your choices—what little you got left, at least. I just hope my next nurse is more loyal than you.”

“I will be! One more chance! Aiyeeee!” she screamed until her voice went hoarse as Tricia brought her closer to the spider. The spider itself twitched and moved its eight legs faster than the eye could process them. It’s beady, shiny eyes looking directly at Kamila. “I’m loyal, I’m loyal! Tricia, please!” Her screams were two octaves higher. “Tricia! I—”

Kamila passed out in fear within Tricia’s fingers.

The ground was ultra soft and warm. Like a freshly washed duvet that was still piping hot from the dryer. A creamy butterscotch and vanilla scent filled Kamila’s nose as she slept. Kamila stretched her limbs and felt her surroundings with her fingers, while keeping her eyes closed. She couldn’t remember what happened or where she was, but it felt comfortable and safe.

She felt a fuzz of short, silken strands between her fingers and could feel the smooth texture of the ground under the digits of her fingertips. Kamila was probably napping on a human-sized pillow. It astonished her how pleasantly lukewarm her surroundings were. She felt a fabric laying across her body and figured it was a large bedsheet.

Kamila rolled over on her belly and rubbed the ground. She dug her nose into the floor and inhaled that creamy odor that was so intoxicating it was good enough to eat. She licked and noted how salty the ground … was? Where the hell am I?

Suddenly, the memories came flooding back. The spider. She was so close to it; she was sure it could’ve reached out with its legs and spun a cocoon of spider silk around her body before she had a chance to scream.

Kamila opened her eyes to darkness. It felt like she was under a tent and could see a purple light glowing beyond the material encompassing her.

“Tricia?”

Below Kamila, she could both hear and feel the sound of thunder rumbling—gurgling sound like both boiling water and boulders falling down the side of a mountain.

“Tricia?” Fear dripped from Kamila’s voice.

The canvas material above her head moved, being pulled away from an unseen force. It was dark in Tricia’s bedroom, but the purple light from the early dawn seeped through her window. Kamila looked all around her and learned where she was.

“Hey, scaredy-cat, you have a good nap?” Tricia asked, with a soft lilt in her voice.

Kamila was on Tricia’s stomach, and apparently napping under her shirt. Tricia rose slightly, almost causing Kamila to tumble down the slope of her flat stomach. It was apparent what that gurgling sound was from earlier. Even the simple shift in position was enough for Kamila to hear the contents of Tricia’s stomach sloshing around.

“Hey,” Tricia said, “are you okay? Say something.” Tricia was on her phone but set it down to bring her hand down to comfort Kamila.

“I …” Kamila swallowed and kept looking around, unsure what she was looking for. “I thought you were going to kill me.”

Tricia giggled. “Sorry. I’m not going to kill you, little babe.” Tricia smiled and stroked Kamila’s shoulder with her fingernail. “You think I’m really going to lose you—just for me to go out searching for another nurse—fuck that. My dad and I like you.”

They stood there in silence for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes.

“That spider stuff was probably too far,” Tricia said. “It was just a joke. You’re safe with me, okay?”

Kamila nodded. “Joke?” Kamila didn’t find it funny, but the relief was immense, and she felt herself calm down enough that she began trusting Tricia again. “All a joke? So, you won’t get rid of Cynthia and Rick? That was a joke too?”

“Oh, no.” Tricia shook her head with a grimaced grin. “I won’t kill you. I already ate—what’s his name? Rick? He’s been digesting in my belly.”

The blood in Kamila’s face flushed out, leaving her looking pale. “W-what?”

“I ate him.” Tricia patted her stomach next to Kamila. “Swallowed him whole. He fought the whole time. He was so lame.”

Kamila shook her head. “No. You’re joking again. You couldn’t have—”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I really need to sleep. I’ve been up, like, all night.”

“Miss Tricia, did you really eat him?”

“Quit calling me ‘miss.’ You’re making feel old. And yeah, I already told you. He stopped struggling like fifteen minutes ago.” Tricia rubbed her stomach. “Wanna know something messed up? I really liked it. The way he cried and tried to pull out of my mouth. Haha, what a loser. I slurped him up like spaghetti and that was that. Tasty, surprisingly. I’ve decided that’s how the other one will go.”

“Cynthia?”

“Remember what I said about names? Anyway, she’s just a worthless downsizer, in the end. She’ll be nothing more than a snack for me when I’m hungry. Or bored.”

“Tricia, please, you can’t kill her!”

“Oh, babe, I thought we talked about this. Are you loyal to me—or some worthless trash, downsizer?”

Kamila closed her eyes and turned her head away. She quaked as she tried to come up with a solution in her head.

“Kinda bothers me you have to think about this.”

“You!” Kamila said, finally. “I’m loyal to you.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Tricia walked over to her closet with Kamila in hand. She swung the doors open and set the tiny nurse down by the mason jars. Kamila hoped that this was still a joke, and that Rick would still be in his jar. But it was empty.

Cynthia screeched upon seeing Tricia and clawed at the opposite end of her jar in a futile attempt to escape. Kamila understood Cynthia’s fear and confirmed what she already knew. She turned to face Tricia, who got down on her knees and was rubbing her stomach, lifting her shirt for the downsizers to see.

“Kamila, get out of here! She’s going to eat you like she did to Rick!”

Kamila sniffled. “She won’t.”

“What?”

Tricia lowered herself so that her lips were near Kamila. “Tell her,” she said. “Tell her what I’m going to do to her.”

With a heavy heart, Kamila told Cynthia through her glass prison, “She said she’s going to eat you.”

“No!” Cynthia screeched. “She can’t do this. She won’t get away with this.”

Tricia chortled. “Have and will.” Tricia undid the lid to the jar. “Just think about this, while you burn away in my stomach, Kamila will have a delicious breakfast with my dad, in their spacious home under my bed. I will give her a luxurious, stress-free life, while you become nothing more than soup inside my stomach.” Tricia yanked the clothing off the frantic downsizer while Kamila watched, feeling hopeless and guilty.

“Why? Why are you doing this? I’ve done nothing to you. Please let me go. I won’t say anything to anyone, I promise.”

“Hey, not my fault, you taste so good.” Tricia licked up the nude body of the downsizer like a lollipop. “What do you think, Kamila? Want to trade places with this bitch? Rather me eat you, instead of her?”

She hated Tricia. There was no need for anything she was doing. And if she was dead set on killing Cynthia—then she should just do it without the taunting. Why was she so mean about everything? Wasn’t it bad enough how shitty their lives were? Living in a junkyard like insects and being worked to death with little to no pay. Now this young woman, with a lot of expensive stuff in her bedroom, was playing a cruel cat-and-mouse game. And for what? What was the point in it all?

“No,” Kamila said with a sniffle. She was despondent, tired, and had the life sapped out of her.

“No, what?”

“I don’t want to trade places with her,” she said in a monotone.

“Like being my little, privileged friend?” Tricia asked with a smile. “It could be a lot worse.” She brought Cynthia closer to her mouth, causing her to squeal.

Kamila nodded. It could be worse. “You’re right.”

Tricia tossed Cynthia into her open mouth.

Cynthia’s screams echoed within the mouth of the human girl. Syrupy saliva clung to every inch of her body and even ran down her own throat, inhibiting some of her shouts for mercy. Her hands searched for something to grab onto, but got cut up by Tricia’s sharp molars.

Tricia’s tongue was like a slippery bull at a rodeo. It jostled and tossed Cynthia throughout the cavernous mouth. Cynthia gagged from both the saliva and muggy air inside the giantess’s mouth. She crawled over the pink mattress-sized tongue, feeling the bumpy taste buds against her legs and stomach as she tried maneuvering past the bottom incisors. Her entire world shifted, and she felt herself falling back, deeper into Tricia’s mouth.

There was no escape at her size. The tongue itself was stronger than her whole body. “Please!” She continued to screech, her pleas going unheard. She witnessed Rick going through the same thing not half an hour ago. It was surreal watching a human—a girl no less—consume a downsizer like it was a normal thing. She sensed no ounce of remorse or guilt in the giantess. She just ate him like candy. And that’s when she realized she was the same as Rick. A piece of candy. A snack. An entire life, just for Tricia to enjoy for a mere moment.

Her feet traveled down the esophagus first, and then her body slipped inside, aided by the slick saliva. The uvula passed overhead, both taunting her and bidding farewell.

The slimy tube pulsated and gripped her body, shoving her down deeper into Tricia’s body. Aside from Tricia’s moans, the massive heartbeat of the girl echoed in Cynthia’s eardrums. Upon finishing her eight second journey, she entered the pit of the girl’s stomach. It was far goopier and chunkier than she’d imagined. Tricia’s partially digested sandwich cushioned her fall.

The smell was god awful and smelled of pungent vomit, causing Cynthia to gag and inhale unbreathable air. “Help,” she said, unsure who or what could save her. She waded through waist-deep bile in complete darkness. Her hand felt around for a pile of food or something she could climb on top of. Her fingers found something that wasn’t partially digested food. She felt around and felt something hard covered by the melting biomass surrounding it.

She was holding Rick’s femur in her hand, his body parts pulling apart as they sat in the cauldron of bubbling digestive juices. Cynthia screamed again upon realizing what was in her hand and getting a glimpse into her own future. She threw his leg away, backed up, tripped, and fell into the pool of stomach acids. She felt the sting all around her bare skin as some of it entered her mouth. Cynthia spat it out and vomited herself. She jumped to her feet and frantically searched for an exit. She pounded on the stomach walls, begging for help. Her feet slipped against the slimy walls, her body sliding into the pool of acid.

Kamila watched Tricia make sensual movements with her hands, rubbing up and down her long body, spending extra time on her torso. A wet spot formed in Tricia’s panties as she moaned and enjoyed the thrashing inside her stomach.

“Yum.” She grabbed Kamila and stood up, walking slowly to her bed. “I could really eat you right now. I got plenty of room in my tummy.” Tricia giggled. “Sorry, I said that. I’ll never eat you, babe. But you got to believe me when I say, it’s so fun eating downsizers! I never knew they could be so tasty. Don’t cry Kamila, you're safe with me. I won’t hurt you.”

Tricia set the two-inch woman on her pillow and got into bed and positioned the pillow between her legs. Kamila was right near her giant thigh. Tricia humped the pillow twice as she got comfortable in bed.

“Mmm, she’s still moving.” Tricia closed her eyes and focused on Cynthia’s fleeting struggles. “Are you tired, Kamila? Get some rest, babe.” Tricia, without warning, plucked Kamila and gave her a kiss.

Kamila yelped, getting that close to her mouth. Tricia was surprisingly gentle with the way she handled her. It didn’t ease Kamila, nor did it diminish Tricia’s atrocities. But Kamila couldn’t deny how warm and protective Tricia felt.

Kamila hated that feeling. Hated the special treatment she was getting, but ashamedly loved the attention and heartwarming touch. A far cry from the cold harshness of the junkyard.

Tricia set Kamila back down on the pillow by her leg. Tricia pulled a bedsheet over her body and finally let herself go to sleep. In only a few hours, she’d have to wake and get ready for school. But before she drifted off, she felt Kamila snuggling up against her leg. Tricia breathed in heavily through her nose as the insignificant movements dug between her thigh and pillow.

Kamila liked the warmth and smell of Tricia. Even amplified as a giantess, Tricia’s skin was impossibly smooth. The peach fuzz that grew around her was like silken threads. Tricia drove her hip into the pillow, wedging Kamila closer to her crotch. She landed in the right spot, giving a slight pressure that delighted Tricia. In a few moments, they both drifted off to sleep. Rick and Cynthia soon entered Tricia’s intestines and made their last journey through her digestive system.

Downsizing by MXP