Downsizing

Beth

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“Can I help you?” Sofia asked the tall girl at the door.

“Is Mateo around?”

“Who’s asking?”

“Me. Beth. That’s who’s asking.”

Sofia didn’t like the tone of this girl, nor did she like how this girl was asking about her son—which only raised additional questions. Nobody outside the family knew about Sofia and her situation and where she was living. How did this stranger know Mateo was at this home? Sofia thought back to Mateo’s phone and wondered if the parental lock fell off.

Beth stood tall, never breaking her stare from Sofia. “I was supposed to go on a date with Mateo, but he never called me. Never showed up at school, either. I’m really worried about him, because it seems like he vanished without a trace. That’s concerning because he’s a downsizer. I must see him—talk to him—and make sure he’s okay.”

“I’m Mateo’s mom.” She pointed at herself, her breasts jiggling from the abrupt movement. “I can assure you, my son is doing well, because he’s with his family.”

“Doesn’t explain why he hasn’t been at school or answering his phone.”

“I’m homeschooling Mateo.”

“Not what the office administrator told me. They don’t have withdrawal paperwork or have him marked as being excused from school. As far as they’re concerned, he’s truant.”

This girl was acting like a detective and threw Sofia off-balance. She was not expecting these types of questions from a girl, and her patience through humoring her needed to end. “He’s not truant. He’s safe with me. That’s all you need to know. Leave now, forget about Mateo, and I’ll overlook this gross invasion of privacy.”

Before Sofia could move to slam the door, Liam came walking behind her. He dressed himself in sweatpants and a shirt, looking disheveled from his brief nap. “Hey,” he said to Beth, yawning. “Anything the matter?” He sensed the tension between Sofia and the mystery girl.

“No,” Sofia said before Beth could speak up. “She was just leaving.”

Beth stuck out an arm and prevented the door from shutting. Sofia was no match for Beth’s strength. “I’m looking for a classmate,” Beth said to Liam, over Sofia’s shoulders. “He’s a downsizer that’s been missing from school for a week. I think he’s in trouble.”

This made the hair stand up on the back of Liam’s neck. “A downsizer in trouble? Hey, I’m with the DPS.” He walked over and stood beside Sofia.

Sofia cringed and sighed. She did not like where this was heading.

Liam continued, “Maybe I could help. What info can you give me on your friend?”

“My name is Bethany Palmetto and I’m looking for Mateo Rodriguez—a fresh downsizer. He hasn’t shown up at school since Monday and won’t answer his phone. I was supposed to go on a date with him and he never …” Beth shut her eyes and took a deep breath. She caged her emotions before continuing. “I’m scared something might’ve happened to him. It’s not like him to ignore me like this. I really like Mateo, and, and—”

“Wait,” Liam said, turning to look at Sofia. “Is she talking about your Mateo?” Liam, with his quirks and inability to pick up the micro-expressions Sofia was attempting to communicate with him, turned back to Beth and said, “Mystery solved. Mateo’s in no danger. He’s been hanging here with his family since Sofia was unable to downsize. Hang on,” Liam said, rubbing his chin. “You say he hasn’t been going to school? Sofia, did you know this?”

Sofia was biting the inside of her cheek. She could deal with Beth, this nosy, leviathan High School girl. But Liam? He loved downsizers and protecting them so much that he made a career out of it. Sofia wondered what kind of stance Liam would take when he learned that Mateo had been truant from school. Was that a DPS concern? Maybe. If he saw it as a form of abuse, he may have a problem with it—and therefore have a problem with Sofia.

This was a precarious moment for Sofia. If Liam was a boy scout who followed the rules hardcore, Sofia may find herself kicked out of the house and her resume to the DPS shredded. She had to play this right.

“Mateo was going through a rough time,” Sofia said. “With me not downsizing and him adjusting to mixed-sized school—well, he wanted to spend time with his me. That’s why he hasn’t been to school. Life’s been hard for him, and I’ve been doing everything in my power to be the mother he needed.”

“We were going on a date,” Beth said. “Why didn’t he call me and cancel? That’s not like Mateo to ghost someone.”

“I grounded him and took his phone away.”

“Did he not tell you we were going on a date?” Beth took a step forward.

“No,” Sofia said, her wavering voice betraying her.

The underlying hostility between the pair of ladies went over Liam's head this time. Not picking up on the social ques, he said, “Well, sounds like there was a little misunderstanding. Bethany, would you like to talk to Mateo? I’m sure you two have a lot of catching up to do.”

Beth’s face brightened, her spirit filling with an electric surge of optimism. Sofia’s eyes turned red as she glowered at Liam; but the man didn’t realize what he’s done.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Beth stepped into the home, pushing Sofia off to the side.

Sofia went to the bedroom to retrieve Mateo. With her son under the influence of her breastmilk, Mateo’s subservient to his mother should overcome any latent feelings he may have had for the tall girl. Sofia was sure his son would ignore or be uninterested in Beth—deciding that his mother was the only woman in his life. Then things would go back to Sofia’s way. Her family held firmly under her thumb.

“Mateo?” she asked, her hot breath wrapping around Mateo like a blanket.

He was on his Ikea for Downsizers™ couch staring at a pause screen of his game. He’s been drinking water and snacking on chips throughout the afternoon. Although his mother’s milk still had a grasp of his mind, foggy memories plagued him, forcing him to question his past.

“Mateo?” Sofia asked again, this time tapping one end of the couch, grabbing her son’s attention.

Mateo shook his head and turned his head to Sofia. “Yes, mommy?”

“There’s a mean girl here to see you. You don’t want to see her—do you?”

He shook his head.

“Okay, I want you to tell her that, okay? She won’t leave unless you tell her that. Tell the mean girl you don’t like her. There’s nothing to worry about, okay? Have you been drinking your milk?”

Mateo nodded. His expression was blank, almost looking like someone who’s awoken from a yearlong coma.

“Good boy.”

“This is my wife.” Liam pointed at the couch. “Luna, this is Bethany—a friend of Mateo’s. Oh, and this is Miguel, Mateo’s dad.”

Beth nearly fell back and passed out. Downsizers! There were downsizers out in the open in this house. She stepped around the couch and saw them standing in her shadows far below. It took all the willpower she had not to scoop them up.

They all introduced each other and said their hellos. Liam explained to Beth how Luna was also a fresh downsizer and was in the chamber when Sofia failed to downsize.

“A mixed-size marriage must be so amazing,” Beth said. “How has it been?”

“I didn’t think I’d like it,” Liam said. “But it’s definitely grown on me.”

“I love it!” Luna shouted, jumping up and down. “I love my big man holding me up!”

Luna went on and spoke a mile-a-minute. Miguel rolled his eyes and didn’t bother speaking up. Beth had many questions for Liam and Luna. For one, she wanted to hold Luna. Two, she wanted to know how life for Luna was, away from a downsized community like Lilliputian Lakes. But before she could ask her questions, Sofia walked in with Mateo.

The first thing Beth noticed about Mateo was his demeanor. It didn’t seem like he recognized her at all; but Beth expected this.

They moved to the dining table. Three downsizers standing at the table while three humans sat around, looking down at them like gods at the pantheon. Miguel held his son close and whispered in his ears, asking if his mother had been treating him well. He nodded with a silent yes.

Mateo looked up at the giants, ignoring his mom and Liam for the moment to focus on the mean girl. She sure seemed mean. Impressive physique, cute face, long hair that went past the shoulders, and eyes that seemed so familiar to him … She was mean, he reminded himself—his mommy told him so. Mean, mean, mean. Her eyes focused hard on him, with pupils tracking every minute movement he made. It was funny, thought Mateo. This girl gave him the impression that she felt sorry for him, almost like she pitied him.

“Satisfied?” Sofia said to her fellow humans, but more so to Beth. “He’s been thriving at home with me.” She then turned and asked her son, “M’hijo, is there anything you want to say?”

Beth leaned in.

Mateo said, “Do I know you?”

Beth snapped her neck and looked Sofia in the eyes. She wanted to say it. She wanted to accuse Sofia right then and there. But that wasn’t part of the plan. Beth had to stick to the plan if she were to rescue Mateo. Beth reached into her leggings and gripped the small vial with clear liquid inside.

Hazel & Emma (Yesterday)

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“She. Saved. Your. Life.” Hazel punctuated each word with a silent clap. Emma sat on her giant girlfriend’s shoulder as they walked up to Beth’s apartment. “Besides, Beth thinks she knows what happened to Mateo. Shouldn’t we hear her out? I mean, if Mateo is in danger, shouldn’t we do whatever we can to help him?”

“But why Beth?” Emma asked with a groan. “She’s a bully and obsessed with downsizers. She just wants to find Mateo so she can kidnap him herself.”

“Mateo saw something in Beth that we obviously missed. I want to give her a chance. Especially after she saved you from drowning in that bitch’s pee.”

“Mateo is just horny for her.” Emma had her arms crossed. “Tall, toned, fine abs, long legs, pretty face, fat ass …” Emma swallowed excess drool in her mouth. “Big arms and thick thighs.” She cleared her throat. “Mateo’s just a sucker for those things.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re a sucker for those things too,” Hazel said with a giggle.

Hazel knocked on Beth’s door and was greeted by the statuesque athlete. She wore a sports bra, tight shorts, and sneakers. She was showing off her midriff and long legs, her skin drenched in sweat. Beth had pulled back her soaked hair in a loose pony and had a white towel wrapped around her neck.

“Hazel,” Beth said while panting. Her eyes darted around the shorter girl. “Did you bring Emma?”

“Hey Beth. Yeah, she’s right here.” Hazel pointed at her girlfriend, who was sulking on her shoulder.

Beth let out an adoring sigh as she looked at the two-inch girl. “Hi Emma. Thanks for coming.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Emma didn’t look up.

Hazel and Emma didn’t know what to expect from Beth’s room. Hazel and Emma were shocked when they saw her room painted in a soft lavender color. Beth had volleyball posters next to a scientific diagram of a downsizer machine. She had many trophies and ribbons on one shelf, and 3D prints of monuments and skyscrapers on another shelf.

Beth had an enormous queen-sized bed in one corner of her room to support her muscled weight and long figure. On her nightstand were books on downsizers and the various communities across the country, along with biographies of the first pioneer downsizers. She also had empty bottles of pre-workout and protein drinks strewn about. In another corner of Beth’s room was a dollhouse, scaled for downsizers. Complete with furniture and decorations, the miniature home looked cozy and well-maintained. At first glance, it may have looked like a toy for a little girl, but was actually a home that rivaled the average house in Lilliputian Lakes. The home had running water and electricity and provided a fully habitable space for a downsizer.

Beth’s desk contained study materials on the MHIP and downsizer care instructions. She had an object that looked like an egg that Hazel recognized. The object was a training device for the MHIP called the SafeGrip™ Sim. It contained accelerometers and other sensors that tracked how smooth and rough somebody’s handling of the device was. It was a replica of what they used at the practical portion of the exam. All meant to test the subject’s ability to handle downsizers safely.

“You have a lot of study guides,” Hazel said, her eyes darting around. “So, what did you find out about Mateo? Is he even in some kind of danger?”

Beth rolled a couple of dumbbells under her bed with her foot. She sat on her bed, sinking into the mattress, while Hazel sat on the desk chair. She lifted her hand up to Emma, who stepped into her palm. Hazel held her girlfriend close to the chest. Beth’s eyes never left Emma. The first downsizer in her room, and she wasn’t allowed to play with her. It was maddening!

“I found out Mateo doesn’t live in his old place before he downsized.” She began untying her sneakers while she spoke. “I called the office and pretended I was Mateo’s mom, and that I wanted to update my emergency contact info. Before I could do that, they asked me where Mateo was; and that he was showing up as truant in their system. I made up an excuse and told them he’ll be coming back soon. While I had the office administrator’s attention, I made sure both you and I were designated escorts for Mateo at school.”

After untying her sneakers, Beth tossed each one to the side, and then peeled off her sweaty socks, and said, “I made up a phone number and asked them if that’s what they had me listed in their system. Of course, they said no, so I asked what number they had registered. They gave me Mateo’s mom’s phone number, thinking they were still talking to her, and I was like, ‘Okay, thanks, bye.’ And just like that, I had Mateo’s mom’s phone number.” Beth flexed her toes and let them air out. Both lesbians glimpsing Beth’s perfect looking feet. “I then called Mateo’s mom and pretended I was from the school. I asked why Mateo wasn’t attending school, and she said something like family excuse or some shit. Can you believe that? I said that was cool, but I needed their new address in the school records. Boom! Just like that, Mateo’s mom gave me their address.”

“Whoa, Beth,” Hazel said. “That’s amazing. You did all that?”

“Yup,” Beth said proudly.

“Why are we here?” Emma asked. “You found Mateo, and it turns out he’s with his family. Congrats. So what?”

“Have you talked to him? Has he answered any of your texts or phone calls?” Beth rubbed her feet against her carpet, drying her sweaty soles in the fibers. “He got my hopes so fucking high when he asked me on a date. I need to know why he ditched our date. If his mom is holding him captive—I’ll rescue him. If created this date, just to mess with me—I’ll break his legs.”

Hazel sighed. “Mateo would never do that to you, Beth. I hate to admit this to you, but he told us how much he likes you. When he asked you out, he really meant it.”

“Really?” Beth’s eyes lit up and held her chest under her palms. “He likes me?”

The girls talked for some time. Beth shot them some ideas about how to rescue Mateo, assuming his mom held him captive. Beth suggested Hazel act like a food delivery person, and when someone opens the door, Emma runs inside quietly and does some reconnaissance. No one liked this idea. Another idea was to fly a drone inside an open window and snatch Mateo. But this was assuming a lot of things, like Mateo being out in the open and not locked up in a hamster cage or something.

“Fuck it,” Beth said. “I’ll just go in there, guns blazing.”

“I’m sure his mom will be receptive to that,” Emma said sarcastically.

“Didn’t they go over pheromones when taking your MHIP test?” Hazel asked while flipping through the study guides in Hazel’s room.

They don’t remember how the conversation landed on pheromones specifically. Hazel and Emma were talking about Mateo’s mom and whether she’d stoop as low as influencing her son with her own pheromones. Beth had a glazed look and wasn’t tracking what the girls were saying.

“It’s not here.” Hazel tossed the book and grabbed another study guide. “Did they take it out?”

“Probably best,” Emma said. “Not like all humans have it. And you don’t want the ones that do have it to exploit it.” She pointed her thumb at Beth.

“What the hell are pheromones?” Beth asked.

Emma took a breath and explained the chemical reaction to Beth. She ended her explanation by saying, “Hazel’s got pheromones. Her feet drive downsizers crazy. Even Mateo was losing it and getting a hard-on just from the smell.” Emma laughed. Hazel turned red in embarrassment.

“Really?” Beth asked. “Can I try?” Beth dropped to her knees and grabbed Hazel’s ankle. She took off Hazel’s Vans shoes and then her white socks. Beth stuck her nose between Hazel’s toes and took a long inhale. Beth closed her eyes and waited for something to happen. “Nothing. Are you guys fucking with me?”

Emma laughed. “Pheromones only work with downsizers.”

Beth looked at Hazel. “What the hell? Why didn’t you stop me from smelling your feet?”

Hazel smiled. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it.” Hazel wiggled her toes in front of Beth’s face. “Want to have another go?” she teased.

“Maybe I should make you smell my feet?” Hazel smirked.

Beth easily lifted and brought Hazel to the floor, leaving little Emma on the desk. Hazel fought back, all the while giggling, but couldn’t outmatch Beth’s strength. Beth straddled Hazel at the hips and then swung her right leg over the smaller girl’s body. She brought her toes up to Hazel’s nose, flicking her big toe into Hazle’s nostril.

“C’mon, give it a whiff.”

Hazel moved her head left and right, trying to avoid the enormous foot in her face. It felt electrifying having someone so big and strong incapacitate her like this. Something she could never experience with her girlfriend. Hazel felt Beth’s long, smooth legs coming across her body, plus the pressure on her groin, caused her to let out a moan.

“Wait, is it working?” Beth asked. She lifted herself off and saw a wet patch on Hazel’s jeans. “Hey, it worked. I got pheromones, too!”

“No,” Emma said. “My girlfriend just got off to you sexually assaulting her. Which means I’m going to have to punish her later today.” Emma shot a dirty look at Hazel, but there was an underlying playfulness to it. “We already told you; humans can’t pick up on other human’s pheromones. I’m the only one here that’ll know if you got ‘em or not.”

“Oh, okay!”

Beth left Hazel on the ground and grabbed her desk chair. She then propped up her feet on the desk, but then changed her position so that the ball of her feet was against the edge of the desk. This meant the bottom of her toes were level with Emma.

Emma rolled her eyes and wondered why she was so foolish to bring that last statement up. Nonetheless, she walked up to Beth’s gargantuan feet and prepared to inhale her scent. Beth’s heart skipped several beats. Emma looked so small compared to her toes. It made Beth feel … big. Her pussy became white hot as the little downsizer approached her foot. She wished she could keep Emma … forever. But she was dreaming.

Emma stepped back from inhaling Beth’s foot odor. “No pheromones,” Emma said. Beth’s feet smelled good, but they were not intoxicating like Hazel’s. “Sorry, Beth.” she said with a shrug.

“Wait, what?” Beth lowered her feet and set them down. “I don’t? That’s not fair.”

Hazel got up and patted Beth’s back. “You don’t need pheromones for downsizers to like you, Beth. Mateo is really into you—and that was before he downsized.”

The conversation shifted back to rescuing Mateo. Beth experimented with the idea of taking a dirty sock from Hazel and using that on Mateo. The more the girls talked, the more they convinced themselves that Mateo was a captive with no actual evidence, other than him not being available on his phone.

Beth’s idea of just showing up at the house unannounced felt like the best course of action. If Beth had any inkling that Mateo was held as a prisoner, she’d contact the authorities. If Mateo was being drugged through pheromones, maybe competing pheromones would take over.

“Do pheromones come in different strengths?” Beth asked, wiping the sweat from her forehead with her gym towel. She wiped her pits and then tossed it on the desk next to Emma. “Because I need to plan for the worst. If I take your sock, I need to be sure it’ll override anything he’s on—if he is on anything, I mean.”

“Em said my pheromones are pretty strong. But we never compared it to anything else, so I’m not sure. What do you think, Em?”

Emma was naked, humping her hips into the sweaty white towel Beth used earlier. Both human girls looked at her with raised brows. Emma rubbed her clit furiously as she bit into the towel, releasing some of Beth’s workout sweat into her mouth. Emma moaned as rolled in the towel, massaging her tiny breasts with closed eyes and open mouth. She was in a state of ecstasy, high on Beth’s smell.

“I think you got it,” Hazel said with a sly grin.

Beth worked a sweat by doing dumbbell backward lunges, pushups, and front squats, by holding Hazel in her arms like a child. Hazel swallowed a lump while she was within Beth’s grasp. She squatted effortlessly. The girls watched as Beth’s leg muscles expanded and filled her booty shorts to the extreme.

Hazel took a small glass jar that once housed essential oils, cleaned it out, and started collecting Beth’s sweat. She got some from her legs and feet. Beth hiked up her shorts and pulled them tight until it looked like she was wearing a thong. Hazel was getting hot and bothered being so close to Beth like this. She took the jar and collected the beads of sweat running down her ass cheeks.

Hazel stood up, the top of her head hardly above Beth’s shoulders. Beth looked down at her with a smirk as Hazel bit her lower lip and continued collecting the tall girl’s sweat. Beth took off her sports bra. Hazel instinctively moaned.

“I got a lot of boob-sweat.” Beth lifted her breasts, allowing Hazel access to collect more liquid. Soon Hazel was able to collect enough to fill half the jar.

“Experiment number one, underway.” Hazel plucked her girlfriend off Beth’s towel and rubbed her against her moist sock.

Emma was completely disoriented and seemed loopy and lost to where she was. Hazel placed Emma in the center of the desk, between her sock and Beth’s towel. Both human girls bent over and watched with heightened curiosity as to what Emma would do. Will Emma choose her girlfriend’s pheromones, or the bully’s pheromones?

Emma looked back and forth between the towel and sock. Still nude, and still rubbing her crotch, she licked her lips as her mind tried to focus on each item. Emma’s little bare feet ran across the desk and jumped—onto Beth’s towel.

“Yes!” Beth got up, clapped, and cheered. “I win!”

“Fuck.”

“That means I get to keep her, right?”

“Beth!”

“Just joking.” She placed her hand behind her back and bashfully while swaying her hips back and forth. “But can I keep her? Just one night.”

Hazel sighed and ignored her. “Well, you know what this means.”

“My pheromones are strong as fuck. She went for me—who she hates—over you, her girlfriend.”

“Focus Beth, this is serious. It’s like that movie. With great power comes great responsibility. Everyone knows you love downsizers a lot. And apparently, they’ll love you a lot if you sweat all over them. But Beth, you can’t abuse them like that. Trust me. It’ll be a thousand times better if downsizers choose to be with you, rather than you drugging them. I’m only playing along with this idea of yours, collecting your sweat and all, in case Mateo needs it. But please don’t think that this is a love potion for downsizers.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Beth said, snatching the vial of her nectar. She held it up to her eyes and looked at it as if it were a precious diamond.

Mateo

===

“I’m Beth. Don’t you remember me, Mateo?” Beth asked, tilting her head. “We are chemistry partners. We help each other with homework—and you asked me out on a date.”

Mateo shook his head. “No. You’re a mean girl!” He looked up at his mother for approval and saw it in the form of a subtle nod.

“Mean girl?” Sofia asked in a faked concerned tone. “Are you mean to my little boy?” She turned to Beth. “I can’t have that—I think it’s time for you to leave.”

“Will you give me a chance to talk? Sheesh.” Under the table, Beth undid the vial and poured some of her sweat onto her fingers. She could tell that Mateo was not himself, and the way he looked at his mother gave her the hint that Sofia must’ve drugged him with her pheromones. It was time to put hers to the test. “Mateo, it’s me … Beth!” As she said this, she lifted her hand, the one with the sweat, and pointed at herself. “Don’t you remember our date? You asked me out last week.”

When she said you, she flicked her pointer finger at him, releasing a spray of her sweat onto Mateo. It was invisible to the humans, but apparent to the downsizers. Mateo got the bulk of the spray while Miguel and Luna got a few mist particles.

Mateo took a breath. The chemical composition in his head when through a molecular transformation found only in downsizers. His impulses, desires, and fealty were no longer controlled by the chemical influences created in Sofia’s breastmilk. Beth’s more potent pheromone composition knocked the milk’s influences and freed his mind. Had Mateo been doused in Beth’s sweat, he may have had a hallucinogenic trip, causing him to jump onto Beth’s lap and ravage her. But the few droplets that entered through his nose and mouth were just enough to counteract his mother’s influences.

“Beth?” He rubbed his forehead and pinched his nose as he thought long and hard. “Beth.” He rubbed the mystery droplets that landed on his face as memories came flooding back.

“Okay,” Sofia said in a rush, unaware of what Beth did, but concerned her son was falling off the wagon. “He needs his sleep. M’hijo, want to go to sleep now? Hmm? Want me to get you some warm milk?”

The fog was fading from Mateo’s mind, only to be replaced with new feelings for Beth. “Beth?”

Beth saw it was working, but Mateo was still struggling internally. She used the vial to pour more sweat onto her hand and made a bold move. “Yes, Mateo, do you remember? You were in my hand.” She placed her palm in front of him. “And you asked me to dinner?”

Even Miguel and Luna were coming under the influence of Beth and had to stop themselves from jumping onto the giant girl’s hand. Mateo, though, let himself take a few steps forward. “Beth … I remember now.”

Sofia’s eyes widened. “M’hijo, what are you doing?” she asked with worry in her voice. “I didn’t say you can hold him.” She reached over, but Beth blocked her with her shoulder.

“I have his consent,” Beth said. “And he’s choosing himself to get on my hand.”

“No, stop this. You cannot hold him.”

“It’s okay, Sofia,” Liam said. “Nobody is doing anything wrong here.”

“But I don’t want him to touch her!”

“Why?” Liam asked.

“Because Mateo is mine!”

Mateo jumped on Beth’s hand. It was electric for both him and Beth. Her touch, warmth, and pheromones overcame him and overpowered what little remained of his mother’s milk in his system. As Beth elevated Mateo closer to her face, memories of their turbulent relationship came to mind, including the great times they had together. Mateo remembered how his bully saved his life from his ex—even after they fought … the way she looked at him when she held him. The harsh banters they had together that Mateo secretly liked. The date he promised, and the start of a beautiful romantic relationship—all snatched away from his mother.

“Beth! Oh shit, Beth. I remember,” he said. “Our date! Beth, I’m sorry, please let me make it up to you!” He dropped to his knees, getting closer to her sweaty palm. The pheromones did their job of knocking him out of what little subservience he had to his mother. But the chemicals threatened to take Mateo to the other extreme. Complete hypnotic control under Beth.

“Mateo!” Beth said, both happy and nearly crying. He was back. “I’m not mad at you. Never was.”

“I don’t like it here,” he said. “Take me out of here. I hate it here. I hate it.” He looked at his mother in disgust. “You lied to me! You never let me call Beth and tell her what happened. I hate you!”

Sofia glowered. She leaned in her chair and was about to snatch her son from Beth, but Liam stopped her by placing a hand on her forearm.

“Let go of me,” Sofia said to Liam.

“Can I have a word?” Liam asked. “In private.”

“They look so adorable together,” Luna said to Miguel. “It’s that young love. Y’know when it’s new and burns hot. I can see it in her. It’s like that pure, unpoisoned love that you can only find in fairytales. Her eyes are so big, looking at your son as if he’s a real-life miracle in the palm of her hand. I remember when Liam used to look at me like that. I think the last time was this morning when we fucked.”

Miguel rolled his eyes.

“What do you think?” Luna asked. “Any issues with your son being in a mixed-size relationship?”

Miguel sighed. “It’s hard …” he trailed off and looked at his wife and Liam walking to the bedroom for a private discussion. “When one person in the relationship has all the power … well, it doesn't feel like a relationship at that point. Feels more like a master and slave contract. I won’t stop my son from loving whoever he loves. I just hope he knows what he’s getting into.”

“Master, slave?” Luna asked with a scrunched-up face. “Is that what you think you’re in?”

Miguel nodded.

“Have you told Sofia how you feel?”

Miguel made a disgusted face. A macho Latino man sharing feelings? “No.”

“We’ll have a talk tonight. I’ll bring it up with her.”

“Please don’t.”

“I don’t trust that girl!” Sofia said through clenched teeth.

“Are you saying that because it’s her, specifically?” He had his arms crossed and pointed with one finger towards the dining room. Through the slit of the open door, they could see Beth, giddy and talking to Mateo in a cheerful tone that was bursting with happiness. “If it was any other girl over there, would you still feel the same?”

“What are you getting at?”

“I don’t know. But you kinda remind me of my mom, back in the day. She hated every woman I dated no matter who it was. She decided who I can talk to, when I can leave the house, what type of friends I could have … you get it.”

“She did that because she cared and loved you. If she didn’t, she would’ve just let you run wild, only to get hurt or …”

Liam shrugged.

“What? What would you do in my shoes, Liam? Let your son date a giant? Is that what you expect me to do? Allow my son to leave his family again? To ride off into the sunset with a human girl? He’s two inches tall and vulnerable! I have to protect him. He has to stay with me forever. He doesn’t know it now, but he’ll thank me when he gets older.”

There was a moment of silence between the two. Liam didn’t blink; Sofia could tell there were some repressed memories he was holding back.

Liam cleared his throat. “My mom thought the same thing.” He looked out through the door slit and saw how Mateo’s personality completely changed. He was smiling and jumping up and down on Beth’s palm. “I haven’t talked to my mom in ten years.”

Another moment of silence.

This one lasted almost five straight minutes. Sofia stood next to him and looked out the door and towards Beth. She was laughing about something while looking at her two-inch son as if he was a priceless Fabergé egg. Sofia just got Mateo back. She couldn’t possibly let him go … could she?

The way he looked at her and said he ‘hated’ her. That stung more than Sofia would admit. How could he hate this new home? She gave him everything. No school and video games. What the hell happened to the milk? Sofia wanted to scream and rip her son off that girl’s palm. Sofia owned Mateo.

Sofia rotated her hands, so her palms faced up. Her son hated her, and as soon as she explored her memories of why Mateo would think that—she got her answer. The spankings and the grounding. She never really gave her son a reason to like her. When Mateo did leave the nest … would he ever talk to her again?

“If it helps any,” Liam said. “I’m a DPS agent and can keep close tabs on Beth and Mateo. There’d be nothing to worry about. Also, think of it this way, with Mateo out of the house, it would give the four of us much needed privacy.” He placed his hands on Sofia’s shoulders and massaged them. “If you give your son the freedom he craves, you’ll come out looking like a hero. Trust me when I say this as a guy that used to be a teen: you allow him to sleep over at his girlfriend’s house—he’ll love you forever.”

“I can’t let him go,” Sofia said with a sniffle.

“Y’know that saying, something about a nest and setting something free.”

“I know,” she said with a resigned breath.

“Be the good guy, Sofia.” He spoke into her ear. His warm breath creating goosebumps on her skin. “I know you want to be.”

Mateo was smiling. He just finished telling a story about how Tricia accidentally passed gas during choir practice, which made everyone in the band bust out laughter, including the conductor. It’s been a long time since Mateo smiled and his cheeks hurt from exercising that muscle.

Beth had transferred Mateo to her other hand that wasn’t laden with her pheromones. They’d done their job for now, and she didn’t want Mateo tripping out. This meant that Mateo’s affection for Beth came from the heart.

Both Beth's and Mateo’s smiles dropped when Sofia walked back inside. She didn’t look happy at all. She sat down, followed by Liam. Mateo spoke first and said, “Mom—” but was cutoff when his mother raised a finger.

“M’hijo …” She swallowed a lump before continuing. “What do you want, m’hijo? Would you like to stay here with your mother?” she asked as sweetly as possible. “Or do you want to be with her?” she asked as if repulsed.

“Beth!” Mateo said as quickly as possible.

“You don’t even know if she wants—”

Beth interrupted. “Yes! That’s perfectly fine. I have a downsized home at my apartment.”

Sofia ignored that and continued talking to her son. “But m’hijo, I won’t be there to protect you in case something goes wrong.”

“I trust Beth. She’d risk her life for me, mom.”

Beth nodded.

Sofia sighed. He was back to saying ‘mom’ like before. How did he turn on her so quickly? She looked at Miguel and wondered if he’d rebel against her on a dime. Liam’s words of wisdom rang in her head. She shut her eyes and wanted to cry, but held back.

“Do you promise to call me?” she asked with a sniffle.

Both Beth and Mateo looked at Sofia with gaped mouths. Even Miguel raised a brow and had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Was Sofia seriously considering letting her son leave her iron grasp?

“I want a call as soon as you get to her home. In the morning, during lunch, after school, at dinner—every four—three hours, I want a call.”

“Mom? Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“I don’t want you to be angry with me, m’hijito. I want you to love me. If I let you go with this girl, do you promise to stay safe, do nothing naughty, go to school—and call me?” She was pleading with her son.

“Yes, to everything!”

Sofia turned to Beth. “And do you promise to take great care of my son?”

“Of course, Misses Rodriguez.”

“That’s not good enough. This is my little boy. My tiny boy. You watch out for birds, cats, squirrels, other humans, and anything else this horrible world might do to my son. Can I trust you with him? Can I? Liam here is with the DPS, and I swear to God, if you let—”

Liam patted Sofia’s back. “I think you should give Mateo more credit, Sofia,” Liam said. “He looks pretty tough to me. Hey Mateo, keep your phone on you, and we’ll track you. That’ll give your mom some peace of mind.”

Beth grabbed Sofia’s hand and reassured her she’d watch over Mateo like a hawk. Both Beth and Mateo reassured Sofia what Beth’s standings were with downsizers, which only made Liam smile. A human championing the rights and protection of downsizers had a special place in his heart.

“And on Wednesday—no, Tuesday—I want to see you. We’ll have dinner together. And Beth, if I find so much as a scratch on him, I’ll … I’ll take him back and he’ll never see you again.”

Beth didn’t feel intimidated and didn’t care for Sofia’s tone, but nodded and smiled. Whatever Sofia needed to hear to get this conversation over.

It felt like it took hours to leave the home. Sofia packed Mateo’s belongings into a shoebox and handed it to Beth. Sofia then took her son in her hand and gave him a million kisses. She asked him repeatedly to give her regular phone calls and not to dare ignore her. She told him this was the hardest thing in the world to do—to give him up to another woman.

Mateo reassured her that Beth’s done more for him than she could know. He would never bring up the Tricia pee incident and his near-death experience, but he wanted his mom to know Beth was the real deal. It hardly assuaged Sofia, but the happiness she saw in Mateo made her pause and think. That Liam was on to something. Mateo was actually smiling at her—and not because he was under the influence of her milk, but because of the freedom she gave him.

“Dinner, Tuesday night, okay?”

“I promise.”

Sofia wiped a tear from her eye. “When did you grow up so fast?”

He laughed. “I think it’s when I shrunk to the size of a bug.”

“I love you, mom. Love you, dad!” Mateo waved from the palm of Beth’s hand as they headed out the door. Beth gave her goodbyes, but Sofia could only hear and see Mateo as he disappeared with that large girl.

Mateo & Beth (Sunday Night)

===

Beth called Hazel and told her the great news. Hazel was ecstatic to hear Mateo was not only doing well, but that they were now together. “We’ll see you at school tomorrow.” Beth slipped her phone in her back pocket and looked inside the shoebox. Mateo sat on the couch and was looking right up at her.

“Are you really not mad?” he asked.

“Mad about what?”

“Our date …?”

She chuckled. “I’m not mad at you, Mateo. But you still owe me a fucking date.”

Mateo called his mom and let her know he was safe and sound inside Beth’s home. It took almost fifteen minutes to end the call. After that, Beth gave Mateo a tour of her room. She sat on the floor and let him out of the shoebox. She sat next to the downsized home she had in the corner of her bedroom. “I think you’re going to like this.”

Mateo walked inside and instantly felt like he wasn’t shrunk anymore. The home was scaled perfectly for him. The hallways and individual rooms made him feel human again. Beth had lightly furnished the home, and it contained the essential, but most importantly, a toilet scaled for him.

Beth took his clothes and furniture out of the shoebox and placed them near the front door while he explored the home. Mateo had a mild confused look on his face when he stepped out, which alarmed Beth.

“Everything okay?”

Mateo had his brows scrunched and was looking down as he thought. He looked up at Beth, his breathing slightly elevated, with mixed emotions.

“I just … I don’t know what to say.”

Beth chewed on her lower lip. “Is something wrong? I can fix whatever—”

“No, no. That’s what I’m trying to say. Everything is perfect.” He looked at the downsized home, her large room, and then landed on her inquisitive eyes. “I can’t believe you came looking for me.”

“Oh, I see.” She leaned in and poked his nose with her enormous digit. “You think I rescued you from your psycho mom out of the goodness of my heart, huh?” Beth untied her shoelaces and proceeded to take off her shoes and socks. “You really bought that shit about me liking downsizers? Ha! That’s so funny. No Mateo, dude, I’m your bully. And as your bully, I’m going to make you wish you never left your mommy. You’re gonna be my slave. Do all my homework, clip my toenails, massage my muscles after my workout … You’re gonna wish you were dead after one day as my personal slave.” She tossed her sneakers to the other side of the room.

Mateo watched Beth flex and air-dry her toes. He then looked up at her and said, “You really suck at lying.”

Beth rolled her eyes. “Bitch. How’d you know?”

“I know you, Beth. I can tell when you lie.” He smiled.

Beth gave him a side-eye smirk while hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her black leggings. She took them off, leaving herself wearing only her panties and shirt.

“I know your mom doesn’t want us doing anything naughty.” She balled up the leggings and tossed them somewhere in her dirty room. “And I know you want to take things slow. So don’t confuse me getting comfy in my room as an invitation to you. And don’t you dare think about taking advantage of a half-naked girl alone in her room.” Beth stuck a finger in her mouth and chewed on her nail, putting on a sexy flirt for Mateo.

"Whoa," Mateo breathed. Beth had wanted him for as long as he could remember. When he first did her homework, she'd looked at him with the same eyes she did now—desire, respect, and hopefulness all mashed up into one. Beth's rough personality kept others at bay, but not Mateo. The only student at school that actively talked to Beth outside of schoolwork and sports because he saw something in her that others didn’t.

If Beth looked at him with complicated emotions painted on her face, he wondered how he must've appeared to her. He'd thought she was bullying him, but was that why he did her homework? Or did he secretly crave her company? Yearning to see that look of satisfaction on her pretty face when he handed over completed assignments? The brief moments they spent every frosty morning alone …

They were best friends—and Mateo felt like an idiot that he hadn’t seen it before. The stress of downsizing made him tell her off. It took Beth literally saving his life and Hazel’s pheromones to see the light. Well, he would not make that mistake again. He didn’t know how Beth found him or how her silver tongue convinced his mom—of all people—to hand him over to her. But he wouldn’t dance around his feelings for her anymore.

“I don’t know, Beth.” Mateo held his hands behind his back and walked down the pathway from the downsized house. “If I get grabby, do you really think you can fight me off?”

Beth’s heart fluttered and pounded in her chest. She controlled herself and played along the best she could. “Gee, I don’t know. You’re looking kinda strong. Oh, Mateo! Please don’t hurt me and have your way with me.”

“Lower your hand, Beth,” Mateo said with about 40% confidence, and 50% trepidation, and the rest with fear. To his relief, without removing her smile, Beth lowered her hand next to him. He got on and remained standing in the middle of her palm. “Bring me close to your mouth.”

The elevator ride up was rough—at least compared to Hazel’s smooth handling of downsizers. At least it was much better than his mom’s handling. Beth did as she was told and brought Mateo close to her plump lips.

“Please be gentle with me,” she said in a mocking tone. “I’m just a little innocent girl.” She giggled.

Mateo walked up to the edge of her palm, extended his arms, and gave her lips the biggest hug he could. He pushed his whole body into the billowy lips, his face smothered by her upper lip. She was so much bigger and softer than Hazel. And what made this extra special was that Beth was his human. He wasn’t sharing her with another downsizer—he wasn’t the third wheel. All of Beth’s attention was on him.

“Thank you for everything,” he said after turning his head to the side, but still in contact with her juicy lips. “You’re the best thing to have happened to me. And even though my life got destroyed when I downsized, I feel so lucky to be with you right now.”

Beth’s panties soaked when she squirted. A downsizer—any downsizer—in her room giving her a kiss was enough to send her to the moon. But this was Mateo. The Mateo. A boy she deeply liked and lusted for even before he downsized. Now his cute two-inch body was magnetized to her lips, sharing a tender moment; and his words elated her to no end. It was their first kiss. Her nipples became rock hard, and her pussy was sopping wet.

Beth returned the kiss and used her other hand to push Mateo deeper into her lips. A moan escaped her lips. The tip of her tongue, acting curious and timid, slipped between her lips and gave Mateo a taste before retreating. Beth’s eyes shut as their kiss turned French. She parted her lips and let the wet inside of her inner-lips soak Mateo.

She breathed in through her nose and exhausted her hot breath onto him. Mateo loved her scent. He loved the taste of the cherry ChapStick on her lips, and even the taste of her saliva. His tiny fingers pushed against her lips, the oversized skin filling the space between his fingers like dough. The kiss became wetter, somehow soaking Mateo’s brown hair, slicking it back.

They didn’t know how long the kiss lasted, nor were they concerned. They were completely lost in the moment, sharing each other’s affection through primal action versus words. Mateo’s cock was rock hard in his shorts, as this girl’s lust for him was insatiable. His face was covered in her saliva. Her shy tongue was now confident and danced with his body. Mateo seized the opportunity and hugged her tongue. The tip of the pink, slippery muscle curled up and contacted the bottom of his chin. He tilted his head down and kissed it.

Without breaking their kiss, Beth rose from the ground and climbed into her bed. With her head lying on her pillow, Mateo laid on her lips and instinctually humped them. It felt good on his penis. He had to hump her again, but didn’t realize how close he was edging. While sprawled over his lips, and her giant fingers on his back, Mateo came in his shorts.

Mateo moaned and convulsed as he stained his underwear. When finished, his eyes widened in horrific realization. “Oh shit. I … I didn’t mean to …”

Beth plucked him by two fingers and looked at the dark patch on his crotch. She smiled from ear-to-ear. “It’s okay. Look.” She rotated him so that he could look down her long body. She soaked her panties all the way through from her repeated squirts. Even her inner-thighs were dripping and soaked.

Mateo looked back at Beth bashfully.

Beth gripped her sheets in both hands as she felt Mateo walk down her abs under her shirt. His little feet tickled, but also reminded how much larger she was than him. His miniscule movements and teeny tiny body were smaller than one abdominal muscle. Not only did she adore Mateo and his tiny size, she also got high on her own power. Her nerves felt electric as she felt her little friend explore her body as if it were a landscape.

Mateo came out from under the shirt and was below her naval. He took a deep breath of Beth’s soaked panties and was relieved that he enjoyed her scent. The air was muggy, the entire environment altered because of Beth’s horniness. He walked over and jumped the strap to her panty. He was now on her left leg.

Beth’s quads were powerful, even in their resting state. Her muscles created deep lines and cuts throughout her leg. Mateo was sure Beth was strong enough to destroy a downsized house simply by flexing.

He was about halfway down her quads when he paused to take in the sight. Michelangelo would’ve had a hard time capturing the masterpiece that was Beth’s body. She implacably sculpted and maintained her perfect body through exercise and skincare routine. Looking at her panty, Mateo could see the outline of her pussy lips, appearing as a canyon as puffy canyon. It was a destination he would make sure to visit.

Mateo got on his knees and felt her legs with his hands. Even though Beth was magnified to him, her giant body and legs were eerily smooth. He didn’t feel or see an ounce of fat in her legs. How could such a woman like Beth fall for someone like Mateo? He shook those thoughts out of his head. He liked her, and she liked him back. That’s all that mattered.

He continued down her legs and climbed to the top of her kneecap as if it was a butte in the desert. Beth’s body was the best hike he’s ever been on. He jumped from her kneecap and to the top of her shin. Far below, he could see her calf muscle spilled out into the bed. Mateo reached her ankle and was so close to his prize. He tilted his head back and strained to look up high at her toes. Her unpainted toenails were so alluring to him, given how perfectly aligned her toes were. If Hazel’s feet caused got him high enough to travel to another world, he wondered what Beth’s would do.

Mateo climbed the top of her foot and made it to where her toes started. Beth remained perfectly still as she watched her friend from so far away, trying to scale her enormous foot. Mateo hooked his arms into the gap between her large and second toe and hoisted himself up. He shoved and squeezed his body into the gap, so that he was straddling her; her big toe at his back, and her second toe in his face. Mateo took a moment to catch his breath and then did a deep inhale.

Beth smelled good—her entire body smelled good. Whatever lotion she had mixed with her body chemistry was a symphony for Mateo’s nose, and he loved her brand. Though her foot was trapped in a sock and sneaker, it only intensified her odor and not foul it. He took another deep breath of her scent through his nose. A piece of sock lint going up his nose, making him sneeze.

Though the experience was wonderful, Mateo never got … that high. “What the hell?” he said to himself. He caressed her toes and felt the bumps to her print under his fingers. Beth squeezed her toes, compressing Mateo, forcing the air out of his lungs.

“If I knew you liked feet,” Beth said. “I would’ve worn sandals more often for you.” She giggled as she continued flexing her toes and manipulating Mateo’s body.

Mateo was getting hard again. The toenail on Beth’s second toe was large as his head, and that one toe was stronger than his whole body put together. He was having a blast playing with Beth’s feet, but he wished she had those intoxicating pheromones.

Mateo slipped from between her toes and slid down her foot before landing on her ankle. Beth picked him up and brought him to her face. She noticed he was happy … but there was something more to his expression.

“Something on your mind?” she asked.

“Not at all, it’s just …” He shrugged, unsure how to bring up the discussion of pheromones to her.

“Oh, that’s right. Hazel and her stinky feet?” She giggled. “Sorry if my feet don’t stink up the place like her hooves.”

“How’d you know about that?”

Beth gave him the explanation. How Hazel and Emma were in her room the other day, helping her plan a rescue of him. Mateo couldn’t believe that Hazel and Emma would put their differences with Beth aside to help him. It made him humble, thinking about his network of friends and what they would do for him.

Beth then admitted she knew about pheromones. She explained she didn’t have the same type as Hazel, but also wondered what his mom did to him.

“My mom did not use pheromones on me. That’s gross!”

“Well, how did you forget about me and our date?”

“I …” Those days were a foggy mess. Almost like he was living life through an empty vassal.

“Doesn’t have to be smell. Maybe she rubbed something on you or drugged your food.”

“Oh god,” Mateo said, his knees feeling weak and his stomach turning. “Milk.”

“Downsizers can’t drink milk. That’s one thing I learned getting my MHIP. Your stomach doesn’t have the enzymes to properly—”

“My mom breastfed me.”

Beth’s jaw dropped. And then turned into a smile. She laughed and slapped her hand against her mouth, trying to stifle it.

“It’s not funny! That’s sick!”

“I know, I know. I’m not laughing at you—” She laughed again and tried to control herself. “Holy shit. No, you’re right. That’s really fucked up. Oh, my god. How do you even do that? Wasn’t her nipple bigger than your head?”

“Fuck,” Mateo said, disgusted and shaking, just thinking about it. “I drank her milk? What the fuck is wrong with me?”

“Don’t feel bad, Mateo. Mothers feeding their kids milk is actually normal.”

“Not like this!”

She giggled. “Okay, okay. If it’ll make you feel better, want to drink my milk if I lactate?”

“Hell no! I don’t even like milk!” He paced back and forth in her palm. He stopped and turned his head to look at her. “Well, if it’s your milk—no, what am I saying?”

Beth grinned so widely, she was showing her teeth. “What your mom did was fucked up, but it’s over now. You’re with me, and I’ll keep you protected. I’ll also feed you. With my body. I bet my milk would be more nutritious, anyway.”

Mateo looked down at his crotch and saw he was pitching a massive tent. Why was that turning him on so much? “Is it not enough that I’m tiny? Why do humans have pheromones that make me act like a slave to them? Fuck!”

“Okay, so let’s see. Hazel has her stinky-ass feet. Your mom has her poisoned tit milk. Wanna know what I have?”

Mateo stopped his panic attack and turned slowly to Beth. “You have pheromones?” Mateo asked with hopeful eyes.

“It’s my workout sweat,” she said with an impish grin.

It was past midnight and well beyond their bedtime—especially for a school night. Mateo shot his mom another text, hoping that would be enough.

“Can’t go to sleep with all this cum on us,” Beth said as she fiddled with a soap bar. Mateo stood on the bathroom counter; his eyes glued to Beth’s athletic body. He was level with her panties, stained with her feminine cum.

Beth cut out a rectangle in her soap bar, almost looking like a dug-out grave. She set it down beside Mateo when she was done. She took off her shirt and then panties, having to pull the waistband far out to clear her muscular butt. “Like what you see?” Beth spun around for him.

Although Mateo spent quite some time exploring her body earlier, there was still so much more to explore. Like her expansive, hilly ass. Because Beth was more on the muscular side, her breasts were small, but perky. What she lacked up there, she definitely made up in her hips and backside.

“Your turn.”

Mateo stripped out of his stained clothes. His manhood pointed straight up and rock hard.

“Is that for me?” Beth beamed as she pointed at his cock.

Mateo turned away, embarrassed.

“I can’t wait for you to have your way with me, Mateo!”

“Hey, Beth, should we be quieter? What if your parents wake up?”

“We don’t have to worry about that. C’mon, get in the soap.”

Mateo squeezed into the divot she created in the soap as if it were his grave.

The warm water splashed onto Beth’s hard body, steaming up the bathroom while Mateo received a comprehensive body tour. Beth went slow and made sure she wouldn’t give Mateo whiplash or jar him too much. Mateo’s soapy, nude body traveled up her calves, hamstrings, and then ass. From inside the hole she made in the soap, he was safe, and got to feel her flesh as she soaped herself up. His cock rubbed up against her ample ass cheek, goosebumps forming on her rump, giving Mateo this ribbed feeling.

Beth leaned up against the wall of the bathtub and stuck her ass out. She rubbed the soap bar all over her muscular butt, feeling Mateo’s tiny body make skin contact. Beth became more daring and brought her closer to his crack. Beth squirted several times as she climaxed from Mateo’s touch alone. Her squirts lost in the shower's rainfall.

The body tour continued with Beth’s hard abs. Then, for the first time, Mateo got to feel up Beth’s tit. Beth stopped moving the soap bar so that her nipple was level with Mateo’s face. Mateo massaged and played with Beth’s nipples, causing her to gasp. He took a mouthful of her nipple and chewed. Beth shouted in pleasure, her moan echoing in the small bathroom. Mateo was worried she’d wake her parents, but Beth was unconcerned.

“Do it again,” she gasped. “Bite harder.”

Mateo took as much nipple as his jaw allowed and then clamped down on the pink appendage. His microscopic teeth did nothing to pierce her tough nipple, but the pleasure derided was ethereal.

“Harder!” Beth shouted.

Mateo didn’t hold back. He bit as hard as he could and wrapped his arms around Beth’s tit. In one swift, deft move, Beth dropped the soap bar and cupped Mateo’s nude body into her tit.

“Cum on my tits.” She pressed Mateo’s hips into her nipple and rubbed his body up and down. Mateo wriggled and convulsed as a little spritz of his semen splashed on her tit. The deluge of Beth’s squirts coming out of her pussy completely dwarfed his ejaculation.

They slept together that night. It clearly violated MHIP rules to allow a downsizer to sleep in the same bed as a human, but Beth and Mateo took a calculated risk. She slept naked and on her stomach. Mateo made himself at home on her ass. Eventually squeezing himself between the crevice of her cheeks. Her plump flesh encased him and kept him warm. The smell of her body wash overpowering his nose.

Did things move too fast between him and Beth? Did it matter? They both were happy to be together finally, and they acted on their feelings in the most natural way imaginable. If anything, they held back. There was still much to explore between one another. But first, Mateo had to take Beth on that date he promised.

As Mateo drifted to sleep from within Beth’s cheeks, he wondered what school was going to be like. They were sure to turn heads. Beth, the downsized-obsessed muscle girl, finally had a downsizer in her grasp. Would they pity Mateo? Think he was a prisoner of hers? If they did, they’d be dead wrong.

Because at that moment, Mateo considered himself the luckiest man alive.

Downsizing by MXP