Downsizing

Principal Carol Sullivan

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“Ma’am, I can explain,” Mateo said from the palm of his indifferent principal.

Principal Sullivan strode into her office and approached her desk. With a gentle twist of her wrist, she let Mateo roll onto the center of her meticulously organized desktop. As soon as his tiny feet found purchase, Mateo straightened up and smoothed his long, disheveled hair back. Meanwhile, Carol circled to the other side of her desk, her heels clacking rhythmically like the ticking of a grandfather clock.

“I was joining Beth’s workout for P.E. I swear I wasn’t peeping.”

Principal Sullivan unbuttoned her gray jacket and stowed it in her personal closet, which was along the back wall of her office. She turned and faced Mateo with a subtle, self-assured smirk. She sat in her executive chair and crossed her arms on her desk with her back straight and her chin held high. If Mateo didn’t know better, he’d say she was enjoying the power she lorded over him.

Her office was orderly, like a museum, with every object and furniture perfectly placed and surfaces free of dust. A shelf behind her showcased an impressive collection of personal accolades and awards. Her degrees and certifications decorated the walls in polished frames. Unlike the bland rooms in the school that public funding afforded, her office had cream-colored wallpaper with an elegant floral print on it. She had a massive bookshelf, with thick books stacked from end-to-end along a wall. Natural light from outside came through the slits of her blinds, mixing with the yellow standing lamp she had in another corner.

“I never thought of you like this, Mr. Rodriguez.” Her nose was cute, so small and perky. With him far below, looking up, he could see the tiny black pits that made up her nostrils. It was an angle Mateo wasn’t used to seeing, maybe because of the way Carol Sullivan talked to him as if she were royalty with her chin up. “I thought you were a good boy: morally and ethically. One to stay out of trouble and never, even in his wildest dreams, go peeping on girls.”

“But I wasn’t.”

“I was looking at your attendance records.” She picked up an unblemished piece of paper and glossed over it. “This is the second day at school as a downsizer, and the second time I’ve had disciplinary talks with you.”

“But, yeah, you see … they’ve all been accidents.”

“Both times?”

“Both times.”

“Hmm.” She tilted her head and met his eyes straight on. “I’ve supervised hundreds of downsized students, and none have been in my office this often so quickly. They usually get the hint after the first visit. This is troubling Mr. Rodriguez.”

She grabbed a manila folder with Mateo’s records and sat all the way back in her seat. She then kicked up her feet on her desk, still clad in her black heels. Mateo strained his neck and took a few steps back to look up at the massive footwear. The aroma of leather, waxy shoe polish, and feet sweating in nylon assaulted his senses. Mateo wasn’t sure which sensory stimulation was making his penis hard, but Principal Sullivan had him sexually craving her, for simply kicking her feet up.

It's the danger that got to Mateo. Imagining downsizers scurrying at her feet. Or even a downsized bus trying to outrun her. Her feet were so large and could cause untold damage to small-scale vehicles, structures, and downsizers alike. She swayed them back and forth as she read his records. A pendulum that hypnotized Mateo, causing him to both fear and desire her devilish heels.

“Miss Bethany Palmetto,” she said with a lilt, as if mocking the notorious name. “Your mother recently registered Miss Palmetto for handling you on school property. Escort rights so you can attend classes with a human. Few have such privileges.”

Carol closed the folder and set it back on the desk. She kept her feet on the desk and bounced them a little faster as her attention returned to the thumb-sized student.

“Why Miss Palmetto?”

“Why not?” Mateo cringed as the words left his lips. That’s not how he wanted to come off. “I mean, Beth and I are … kinda dating.”

Carol’s eyes widened and her brows rose extended to the max. “Dating? Is that a joke?”

Mateo let out a breath. Even the principal had the wrong perception of Beth. Mateo explained enough details about his relationship to Beth that would assuage Carol. He also explained their first day at school together had been immensely joyful.

“Sounds like you really like her.” She folded her hands in her lap.

“More than you can imagine.”

“So, it would be terrible if I dis-enrolled you from the human-downsizer handling program, correct? That would mean Miss Palmetto wouldn’t be allowed to hold you while on school grounds.”

“You can’t do that!” Mateo shouted as soon as she posed the question. He was so rattled, he trembled as he spoke. “It was just an accident! We were being dumb, but … but it was just an accident!”

“Calm down, Mr. Rodriguez. I just said, ‘if.’ I didn’t say I would do it. But I do feel obligated to report Miss Palmetto to the DPS and have her MHIP revoked. And maybe I should expel you for a day. I’ll have your mother pick you up from here.”

“Wait, don’t do that! Principal Sullivan, please don’t be so mean! I swear to God I wasn’t peeping! It was just a stupid accident. Please! Please, I just started dating Beth. You can’t take that away from me, just for one tiny mistake. No one got hurt. No one knows except me, you, and Beth. Can’t you … Can’t you look the other way or something? Miss Sullivan? Ma’am please!”

She had her eyes closed and listened to Mateo’s pleas. He went on for five minutes straight, repeating himself and begging until his eyes got glassy. Carol continued wagging her feet and flexing her toes within the confines of her heels. When she opened her lazy eyes, Mateo was on his knees, hands clasped and waving in front of him.

“I’ll do anything—anything!” he said. “But you can’t split me from Beth again. It can’t happen! Life is so unfair, oh my god. Of all the crap I’ve put up with since I downsized. The one time—one time—I find happiness, and you want to take that away from me? Why? Why are humans so mean?”

Principal Carol Sullivan cleared her throat. “Did you say you’re willing to do anything?”

Mateo raised his head from a bowing position, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. “Yes! Absolutely. Please. Anything that’ll keep me and Beth together.”

She nodded, clearly annoyed by his incessant mentioning of that girl. “Rule number one—and I can’t stress how important this is—rule number one is that whatever happens between these four walls stays within these four walls.”

“Okay …?”

“Hmm, I don’t know if I can trust you.”

Mateo shook his head and got up on his feet. “You can trust me! I won’t tell anyone what happens here. I swear to God.” He held up his hand as an oath.

“That includes Miss Palmetto.”

Mateo hesitated, but agreed.

“Rule number two. Try to have fun, sweetheart.”

Carol rose gracefully to her feet, her hands slipping beneath her business skirt as her eyes remained locked with Mateo. He stood still as a rock, sweating nervously, uncertain of her intentions. Her high heels clattered to the floor as she kicked them off, and with deliberate movement, peeled off her nylon stockings from her smooth legs. Carol balled the silky, sweaty fabric in her hand and dropped it on Mateo.

It was like a circus tent falling on him, splaying outwards, catching some air and parachuting down until it struck him. Perhaps if the stocking was dry, it would’ve been a gentle float to the desk. But the foot part of the stocking was damp and heavy. It struck Mateo, causing him to collapse flat on the ground as if a stack of gym mats collapsed on him.

Principal Sullivan’s pheromones couldn’t compete with Hazel’s more youthfully potent chemicals. But they were enough to put Mateo at ease and give him a massive erection simultaneously. He crawled on all fours, making his way out from the tunnel formed by her black nylons. Once free, he got up on his feet and saw her unbuttoning the top buttons of her blouse, exposing her cleavage.

Mateo was staring so intently at her breasts, the entire room seemed to fade away. A satisfactory smile formed on her face as she swayed her chest by pushing her shoulders out one-at-a-time. Mateo’s eyes became a metronome and followed her jiggling tits, swaying left to right and back again.

She reached under her desk and brought out a small plastic container that was used for transporting hamsters. Inside the container, glued to the plastic floor, were five downsized desks and chair combos.

Mateo remembered how the principal said she personally oversaw the downsized detention program. While other teachers traded off human detention duty, downsized detention was all Principal Sullivan. He remembered how Carol said she would even administer punishment to the parents who unwisely argued with her. He always wondered what she meant by that. Mateo looked at the pet carrier and shook his head in disappointment, yet not being completely surprised humans would use a goddamn pet carrier for the downsizers.

Carol lifted the pink roof off, grabbed her stocking behind Mateo, and tossed her stockings inside. The fabric unfurled and took up the whole container, draping over the little furniture inside. She replaced the roof on the container and lowered her head so that it was back in Mateo’s field of view.

“Bad boys go in here.” Her slender finger pointed at the container with a flourish. Her fingernail tapped the plastic roof, eliciting an echoing thud in the quiet room. “I sometimes use it as a footrest.” She placed the container back on the floor and sat back in her seat. “But that’s not your fate today, Mr. Rodriguez.”

She looked at her silver wristwatch and noted she had forty-five minutes left with Mateo before Beth would come to collect him.

“You see … that box is for normal bad boys. Tiny riffraff, if you will.” Carol tapped on her chin and looked up as she thought. “Hmm, thinking back, I get a lot of repeat offenders, mostly boys, sometimes girls. They just don’t learn, I suppose. They sure like being in my detention while I rest my feet on them.” She went back to looking at him straight on. “But you’re not part of that riffraff group, Mr. Rodriguez.” She stroked the side of his body with her slender finger.

Mateo looked at her fingernails, noting her immaculately painted pink polish. Her other hand continued unbuttoning her blouse, her tits spilling out of her bra. The scent of her perfume became strong as her body heat rose.

“I can’t wait to have fun with my little mouse, knowing you won’t say a word about what I do—unless you want me to ruin your and Beth’s life.” She chuckled. “Who am I kidding? You’re going to love this so much that you’ll be back in my office tomorrow, begging for more.” Her voice was dripping with lust.

She maneuvered her index finger so that her digit pressed against his chest. She then elevated it until her polished nail was under his chin. With precision and gentleness, she lifted his chin, making him face her again.

“Why do you look so glum?” she asked.

“Umm,” he said, scrunching his face and turning away. “I’ll do whatever you say. I’m your good mouse.” His voice was quivering.

“You don’t want this?” She cupped and squeezed her boobs with both hands. She looked perplexed by Mateo’s mood change.

He shook his head. “No. I don’t want to cheat on Beth. But I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever it takes to stay together with my girlfriend. Even if it means … you using me like this.”

Carol took in a long breath and then blew it out in a long, drawn-out sigh through her nose. “Way to kill the mood.” She buttoned her blouse back up.

“No wait. Just make it quick, please.” He winced and froze.

“Open your eyes, Mr. Rodriguez. Nothing’s going to happen. Not anymore. Not after you made me feel so creepy, sheesh.”

“You won’t?” His voice had a hint of disappointment, but it was mostly relief. “But that doesn’t mean you’ll—”

“It means I’ll have to think of another punishment that doesn’t make you think I’m sexually assaulting you.” She leaned back in her seat and propped up her feet again on the desk. This time, her feet were gloriously bare for Mateo to witness. They looked so soft and were glowing with her tan.

Why can’t she ask me to clean them or massage them? That wouldn’t piss off Beth. Would it? He thought.

Without getting out of her reclined position, Carol opened the top drawer of her desk to retrieve a small bottle of vodka she kept there for stressful moments. Her hands dug around until she felt an object that gave her a devious idea.

“Mr. Rodriguez. I’ve come up with your punishment.” She lifted a finger to punctuate her point. “And the good news is, you won’t be cheating on Beth.”

“Umm, okay.”

Carol held the object up for Mateo to see. “Do you know what this is?”

He shook his head. “I don’t.”

Carol smiled widely at his innocence. “This is perfect.”

She removed her feet from the desk and leaned in. She set the object on the desk beside Mateo and unscrewed the top of it. The top portion was shaped like an elongated egg and was connected to a stem that had a flat base. Mateo thought it looked like the Apollo lunar capsule because of its spaceship-like qualities, along with the chrome finish on the outside. The shiny metal reflected his confused expression in a funhouse mirror sort of way.

After Carol unscrewed the egg portion, Mateo was surprised to see a downsized chair attached to the base. Was this some weird torture device? Solitary confinement, maybe? Carol instructed him to get on the chair and strap on. Mateo obeyed and was relieved the chair was at least comfortable. It was also on a swivel.

“Got your phone?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You can play games or watch YouTube or whatever. But promise me—no phone calls. Remember, nothing leaves my office.”

“I promise.”

“Good mousey. Besides, I’ll know if you try to call anyone.” It was a white lie that Mateo believed.

Once he was situated, Carol re-attached the egg-piece back onto the base, trapping Mateo within. To Mateo, it really did feel like being strapped into a spaceship, and he was in the captain’s chair. Carol reassured him after this punishment, he’ll go back to Beth, and they’ll be even. He and Beth will continue attending school together like nothing happened.

Carol tightened the top of her butt plug and admired the kinky downsized sex toy. It had a few air vents that went through the stem, but it wasn’t recommended for extended use. So, she had to make this moment count. She poured anal lubricant all over the toy, some of it spilling on her desk. Her favorite downsizer was inside the toy, and the poor thing didn’t know what it was—or where he was going.

Carol took off her underwear, threw it into a drawer, and lifted her skirt. Without removing the toy from her desk, she aligned the canyon of her crack right over the butt plug. She sat down on her desk, plunging the sex toy right up her asshole. She moaned and whimpered as it impaled her.

Her fingers dug into the edge of the desk, her nails scrapping the finish on the wood. She took the toy inside her too fast; her asshole was not prepared. With watering eyes, she slowly rose off the table, taking the plug with her. Carol adjusted her skirt and took a few breaths, trying to control her elevated heart rate. Little Mateo had no clue he was up his principal’s ass.

She giggled and stopped herself. Carol shook her head and returned to her stoic predisposition. The buzzer on her desk went off, making her roll her eyes in frustration. She clicked on the button and asked what it was.

“Mr. and Mrs. Riley are here to see you.”

Goddammit. Principal Sullivan forgot she was meeting the couple to discuss an incident with their son. Well, she didn’t really forget. Her fun with Mateo distracted her; but she had to admit the timing was perfect. Why not extend her fun a little longer?

“Send them in.” She slipped her heels back in before they entered.

Her secretary opened the door ajar, allowing a downsized golf cart to zip in. Carol walked around her desk and met the vehicle in the center of her office, placing both her feet together before the credit card sized electric cart. Carol interlocked her fingers and kept her hands in front of her waist.

“Mr. and Mrs. Riley. How can I help you today?” she asked, lowering her eyes but keeping her chin up.

“This is unacceptable, Miss Sullivan.” Mr. Riley stepped out of the cart, but kept one foot in. His wife stayed in the vehicle. “Why couldn’t you meet us in a downsized space? My wife and I don’t like being exposed like this in the big world!”

“I don’t have downsized accommodations in my office. If you wish to speak with me, I’m afraid this is the only way. If this makes you uncomfortable, we can cancel our meeting.”

“We are here to talk about Jacob.”

“Very well. Let us talk.”

There was silence for a few moments that made the downsized parents more uncomfortable than Carol. In the meantime, she was enjoying the pressure within her rectum.

“Well, I don’t want to speak with you from the floor.”

Carol was savoring the having two angry downsized parents speak to her from her feet; it was like the pairing of fine wine and cheese. The heels in her footwear were taller than the downsized man, and his head barely cleared the top of her foot. He could see the top of her ankle and up her shapely legs. Fortunately, her long skirt hid the fact she was wearing no underwear, and that a chrome sex toy was deep in her butt.

“Would it be better if you were on my desk, and I seated?”

“Yes.”

“Understood.” She turned around and walked to the side of her desk and pointed at the side. “I have a pair of ladders here; you can use to climb to the top of my desk.”

“Climb? What the—” Mr. Riley bit his tongue. His last nerve was hanging by a thread. “Why can’t you just lift us up on your desk?”

“Oh heavens, no.” She made an incredulous face, which morphed into a sarcastic smile. “I couldn’t dream of breaking downsized protection laws.”

“We’ll give you our CoH.”

“No, no, you don’t understand. I don’t have my phone to share my MHIP and … Listen, if you want to speak with me, climb the ladder. If not, the exit is behind you.”

“Goddammit, we made it all this way to talk about your mistreatment of our boy.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Riley, the ladder is here. Come talk to me at my desk and lose that foul language. Otherwise, I’ll have to ask you to leave for making me feel so uncomfortable around you downsizers.”

The tiny couple didn’t care for Principal Sullivan’s tone when speaking of their kind. They contemplated leaving, but the confessions from their son were serious enough to warrant a discussion with her. Mr. and Mrs. Riley spoke to one another for a moment before deciding to proceed with their appointment.

The tiny couple walked up to the side of the desk and looked up. It was at least the size of an eight-story building. Two rungs of ladders, downsizer-scaled, ran along the length of the desk. Carol stood by with her hands still clasped in front of her waist.

“You can’t be serious?” Mr. Riley said. “Just pick us up.”

Carol looked at her watch. “Your time is running out.”

The tiny couple argued some more before Mr. Riley grabbed the ladder in a fit of rage. His wife hesitated for several minutes before beginning her trek. With the downsized parents focused on climbing, a wide Cheshire Cat smile formed on Carol’s lips.

It was getting hot in the spaceship capsule Mateo was in. This was the oddest form of punishment he’s endured since downsizing. A spanking from the principal would’ve been better than this. It was getting warm, causing his pits and forehead to sweat.

The capsule's seat was designed to swivel and self-adjust, always keeping its back parallel to the ground. As the capsule was positioned horizontally, this mechanism rotated Mateo to face upwards. It was pitch-black inside, but his phone provided illumination, as well as entertainment, to pass the time. He watched some skateboarding videos Hazel recommended while comfortably sitting back.

As the next video went to load, he heard a rhythmic booming that almost sounded like a faint heartbeat vibrate throughout the capsule. That sound became unmistakable to Mateo after spending so much time with humans up close. But how? Whose heart was this? Well, of course it was Carol’s heartbeat, but what were the implications of this? Mateo could only guess this meant the capsule was next to her. Probably under her feet, considering how she was parading them earlier.

Clever girl. Mateo thought. She was getting her rocks off playing with him—and because he didn’t know what she was doing; he could truthfully tell Beth that he didn’t know what happened. Ignorance is bliss, he thought. He scrolled to the next video and tried to ignore the building heat in the capsule.

Mr. and Mrs. Riley were halfway up the ladder when they paused for a break, hooking their arms on the rungs. Carol stepped closer so that her knees were a breath away from them. They were out of shape and too old for this. 40 feet up from the ground, and they only reached her knee. Their exhaustion threatened to weaken their grip and send them plummeting to the ground. Only then did they wonder if Carol would attempt to help them or simply standby and watch as they splattered on the floor next to her high heels.

“Running out of time,” Carol said, looking at her watch. “You can rest at the top.” She tapped her foot. Out of view of the parents, she squeezed her buttocks and relished how big and hard her butt plug was. Poor Mateo. He’d probably be thrilled to know where he was if it weren’t for that Beth girl.

They took three more rests before reaching the top. To Mr. Riley’s credit, he paced himself with his wife and didn’t dare leave her behind. They collapsed on the desktop and laid on their backs, catching their breath. Carol walked around, her fingers tracing the edge of her desk as she elegantly squatted down in her seat.

“You have one minute left in your appointment. Better make most of your time with me.”

Mr. Riley stood up, his face red and fuming. “What the hell was all that about? You don’t have downsizer accommodations, but you have a goddamn ladder? Too cheap to spring on a simple elevator system? Come on! If you expect downsizers to leave our space and enter the big world, the least you could do is give us some simple and decent goddamn courtesies. You know how humiliating that was? Climbing a goddamn desk! We’re less than two-inches tall. What kind of school are you running here, anyway? I should report you to the board!”

Carol looked at her watch. “I’m afraid that’s all the time we have. You may leave the same way you came in.” Carol grinned wickedly.

“No, no! We’re staying right here!”

She shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

Mrs. Riley turned to her husband and tugged on his shoulder. “Honey!” She whined.

Carol ignored them and rose to her feet. Her heels click-clacked as she stepped out of her office, relishing the cries from the tiny parents.

In the bathroom stall, she pulled down her skirt and looked at her excited pussy. She was going to have fun pleasuring herself that night. These memories were baked in her mind, and she was going to replay them over and over. Climbing half the length of her legs exhausted them. God, they’re so pathetic!

She sat on the toilet and let out a yellow stream of piss. The great waterfall of urine created enough sound for Mateo to hear, but because it was muffled, its source was indiscernible. But the smell … Because the airholes of the butt plug ran down the stem and were under the base, it was only centimeters away from her Jetstream of yellow urine. Mateo smelled the unmistakable ammonia, which caused him to panic.

What the fuck. The capsule was not upright and vibrated violently, like it was taking off for outer space. Mateo heard liquid splash into a lake far below, and this revelation caused him to second-guess where he was. He snapped back to his phone and turned the volume all the way up. He stared intently at the screen and tried to remove the dark thoughts from his mind.

It was liberating roaming the hallways with no underwear. Carol cat walked through the front office and stepped into her private office, giving only a fleeting a thought to look down at the floor to make sure she didn’t splatter any downsized parents under her heels.

“You’re still here?” Carol asked.

Mr. and Mrs. Riley were still standing on her desk, looking up at her with loud scowls.

“We want to talk about Jacob!” Mrs. Riley shouted.

Carol, just to mess with the little woman, ignored her and looked at the husband. She wanted to give the impression that she only cared what the patriarchy said.

“What is this about, Mr. Riley?” she asked in a lethargic, overacting voice.

“Jacob says you have a separate location for downsizers for detention. He says you put them in an empty box under your desk by your disgusting feet. We demand you explain yourself!”

“My feet are not ugly.”

“Not about that!” he said. “Do you treat downsizers differently?”

“Not at all.” Carol walked around her desk and sat down. She folded her arms and leaned forward, pushing her breast out. “And I resent the insinuation. Did I carry you like a pair of mice? No. Did I get down on the floor, like when a child plays with dolls? Of course not! And you know why? You two are grown adults, and you deserve to be treated as equals. That’s why I don’t greet you inside a terrarium as if you were a pair of lizards. You are people, not pets.”

The tiny parents looked at each other and whispered something. Carol fought a smile back. She almost believed the words she said.

“Okay, but,” Mr. Riley said. “How do you explain what our son said?”

She shook her head. “It’s all true. But curiously, I’ve never heard Mr. Jacob Riley ever complain about detention. In fact, I’m sure he loves coming to my detention.”

Mr. Riley doubted this. Miss Sullivan sighed and said she’ll give them a demonstration. She reached under her desk and quickly took out her stockings and tossed them to the side, out of view. Carol sat back up with her downsized detention between her hands. Mrs. Riley shook her head, shocked that the principal was placing downsized students inside a hamster carrier! This was the opposite of what she was saying earlier.

“It’s a portable classroom; see for yourselves.” Carol tilted the plastic container with the roof off, so that the parents could enter it. “Please walk inside.”

“We will not.”

“From what I understand, your son isn’t complaining about my style of detention. I’m here providing you an example, and you refuse to see my side of things.” Carol let out a sigh and shook her head. “Honestly, I don’t know what more I can do.”

The conversation went like this for a moment longer until the parents entered the detention room. Carol flipped it back upright a little harshly, sending the tumbling to the ground.

“What’s that smell?” Mrs. Riley asked, referring to Carol’s foot scent left by her stocking. It looked like Mrs. Riley was almost gagging on it.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Carol looked at her watch. It was time to release Mateo.

She didn’t speak further to the parents and placed the roof back on the container before setting it back on the floor under her desk. She stood up and walked to the side of the desk, out of view of parents and bent over at the hip. Carol lifted her skirt to expose her bum and grabbed each cheek of her ass with her hands and spread them wide.

With a pleasure-filled tone, she pushed the butt plug halfway out of her rectum. Relaxing her ass, however, caused the butt plug to get sucked up right back into her rectum. Oh, Mr. Rodriguez! You don’t want to leave, do you? She pushed out again with more force, sending most of the sex toy out. Another push freed the sex toy, allowing it to land on its base on her desk.

Carol unscrewed the top, allowing a rush of cool, fresh air to envelop Mateo. He was sweating profusely as he unbuckled himself from the chair. He stared at his smiling principal and felt a nervous pang in the pit of his stomach.

“Not bad, huh?” Carol asked. “And ten minutes to spare before your detention hour is over.

Mateo didn’t say a word and just nodded. He jumped off the base of the toy and ran his fingers through his sweaty hair. Carol placed her hand next to him.

“Hop on. Let’s see if your girlfriend is ready for you.”

Out in the front office area, Beth waited in the lobby. She perked up when she saw the principal walking towards her with a regal pose. She handed Mateo back to Beth, who was both relieved and ecstatic about having her little boyfriend back. The past 50 minutes separated from him were brutal.

“You two, stay out of trouble,” Carol said to Beth. “Don’t let me catch him anywhere he’s not supposed to be. If you ever want Mateo to be some place safe, my office is always open.” She gave Mateo a wink.

They went their separate ways. Beth whispered to Mateo, “What the hell did she do to you?”

“I don’t know—nor do I want to.”

Tricia

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As Kamila gently massaged Steve's upper thigh, working to improve circulation in his residual limb, he finally answered a question that she’s been dancing around. Steve recounted the story of how he lost his leg. With each detail he shared, Kamila felt her heart grow heavier. By the time he finished, she was fighting back tears, her hands trembling as they moved from his leg to cover her mouth, shocked and deeply saddened by his harrowing tale.

“She did this to you?” Kamila wiped her tears. “Your own daughter?”

Steve had was lying on his back, his head on his pillow. He was staring up at the underside of Tricia’s bed. He hadn’t eaten all day. The things his daughter admitted to weren’t easy to accept, and a part of him refused to believe it.

“Tricia …” He lost the will to speak momentarily. They sat in silence before he could muster enough energy to continue. “Tricia always had a temper, ever since she was young. If she has a bad day at school, she takes it out on me. When she has a good time, we both have magical moments together as father and daughter. I help with her homework and projects. We share stories about the things going on in our lives. It’s wonderful, Kamila. The bond and connection we have in those moments make me proud to be a father …”

Steve looked down at his missing leg. “A year after I downsized, she was about 15 and still not used to the power she had over me—even after a year. What started with her letting out her frustration by beating me up like normal ended with her stepping on my leg, crushing it completely. The pain was something else.”

Steve put his fist into his mouth and cringed. He fought so hard to keep the tears in and not show weakness in front of Kamila for her sake. “The amputation … I went in and out of consciousness for hours at a time. She watched a YouTube video on how to perform an amputation while she sewed me back together. I’m surprised I didn’t die from blood loss or shock that day. Tricia felt awful for what she did; I’ve never seen her so distraught in my life. For several months after the incident, she treated me like a little king. She built me this place under her bed and gave me everything I could ask for. She stole medicine and learned how to give me the proper dosage.”

“My God, Steve … You’ve been living like this for—”

“Years.” He placed his hand on Kamila’s. “She’s gotten better. She doesn’t beat me that much anymore. Although, when she broke up with her boyfriend, things have gotten worse. Her mood swings have been wilder—from the kindest, gentlest princess to an outright sociopath. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised it’s led to this; her murdering three innocent downsizers. I have a feeling I’m only alive because I’m her father.”

“I’m next then?” Kamila shivered. “Will she kill me?”

He shook his head. “You’re useful to her. As long as that remains true, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

The bedroom door opening and slamming caused them to jump. Tricia dropped her bags, kicked off her sneakers, and stomped over to the bed. The young giantess stuck her head deep under her bed until it loomed over her father and Kamila.

Steve winced. Tricia did not have a good day at school.

Tricia dug in her pocket and pulled out a packet of instant coffee. It was the type found in hotels and could make only one cup of coffee. But for a downsizer, it should last Kamila a couple of months.

“Here, Kamila. For you.” She dropped the packet in front of her, which was twice as long as Kamila was tall. “That should last you a minute.”

Tricia then turned her head to her father. He was on his bed with his stump of a leg exposed. It appeared as if Kamila was treating it with lotions and herbs.

“Hi, Princess. How was school?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Her hand creeped in, going over Kamila’s head, fingers extending for her father. “If you didn’t downsize, I wouldn’t be going to this school. If I didn’t go to this school, I would never have met that giant gorilla named Beth.” She snatched her father roughly. “Time to pay for your fucking fuck up. Piece of shit.”

Steve cried and screamed that she was gripping him too hard. “Princess, princess! Trish, Trish, ow, Trica, you’re hurting me! Oww!”

Kamila extended a futile hand, wanting to help, but slumped back in the bed. His screams of agony were awful. “Stop,” Kamila said under her breath. Tricia backed out from the bed and took her father to her desk. Kamila quickly threw her hands over her ears and tried to mute Steve’s screams of pain. He kept yelling and begging for Tricia to stop. Tricia wasn’t punishing him. She was torturing him.

Kamila closed her eyes and hyperventilated. She was trapped. Trapped as a captive to a mean, awful girl. Kamila prayed. She prayed as tears pooled on the bed. If there was anyone listening … if there was any justice in this fucked up world—it would rescue her and Steve from this nightmare.

Beth

===

“I’m going to date the fuck out of you.” Beth ran home to her apartment, holding her boyfriend close to her chest.

Mateo couldn’t help but just stare up at Beth in awe. Her affection for him seemed so genuine and ready to explode out of her any minute. She was an oddball of a girl. How can someone so gigantic as Beth want anything to do with a boy that was smaller than her finger? But, he guessed, he could ask the same question for himself. Why would he want to date a skyscraper of a woman capable of dominating him for the rest of his life? Beth could squeeze her fingers at that moment, and he would be no more. It could happen then, in a few minutes, months, years … So long he dated her, she literally held his life in her hands.

Mateo tugged on her index finger so that it folded gently over his lap. They both locked eyes for a moment while Beth walked through the apartment complex. She smiled as widely as the first time she saw him downsized. Mateo patted her finger and stroked her dinner plate-sized fingernail. He knew, with all his heart, that the sheer power and size Beth possessed would never be used harmfully against him. Beth was nothing like his mother. And if he had to live the rest of his life downsized, he was happy that it was Beth.

She burst through her front door and flipped the lights on the lights in her dark apartment. She gently set Mateo on the kitchen counter and went through her cupboards, gathering a few items: a shaker bottle, her whey protein, and a metal whisker ball.

Beth unscrewed the lid to her five-pound tub of whey protein and grabbed the scooper from inside the container, setting it by Mateo. She filled up her bottle with water from the refrigerator dispenser and came back to the counter.

“Mateo?” she asked with a delighted smile.

Mateo’s clothes were in a pile on the counter, while his naked self was inside the scooper. He saw an opportunity and went for it. He was comfortable with Beth, and although it was a little daring stripping himself like this, he thought she’d get a kick out of it. Hell, they already showered together. What was a little playful nudity?

“Oops!” he said. “I thought you were drawing a bath for me.”

Beth giggled, which relieved Mateo. The playful tease was a success. She placed her elbow on the counter, leaned in, and rested her chin on her hand.

“My boyfriend fits in the scooper that provides one serving of protein for me. How does that make you feel?”

“Oh, come on, I’ve got to be worth more than one serving. Look!” Mateo flexed both his arms, showing off his little biceps. “See that! Pure muscle.” He couldn’t keep a straight face for long and broke out in laughter.

“Hmm, I think you’re right.”

Beth grabbed the handle of the scooper and took it to the tub. Mateo gripped to the edge of the plastic and felt his stomach drop as Beth took him for a roller coaster ride into the tub. The scooper slammed into the mountain of powdery vanilla protein. Beth then shoveled protein all over Mateo, covering him like kids cover themselves in sand at the beach.

With the scooper filled with protein and Mateo, Beth brought it back to her widened eyes. She brushed her hair back with her fingers and said, “There we go! A proper amount of protein to help make me big and strong!” She lowered Mateo just enough to see her plump lips. “I’m going to eat you up, Mateo! Mniam, Mniam.”

Mateo had the biggest erection of his life. Beth’s inflated lips parted to reveal her white incisors, coated in a clear slime of her saliva. Her mouth was watering, drooling even. Thick strings of spit stretched and popped as she moved her mouth. Why did it look so beautiful to him? He never noticed her mouth before he downsized, and he was wondering why now?

She snapped her jaw, clenching her teeth, teasing him. Her mouth was large enough to house at least several Mateos. She could eat him. Swallow him. He was so close to her mouth he could visualize himself struggling against her tongue and getting sliced up by her pearly teeth. He unknowingly thrusted his hips against the protein while he leaned in closer to her mouth. It was so taboo and dangerous to be this close to Beth’s mouth when she was hungry. But the slurpy sounds she was making while the tip of her tongue traced the sharp edges of her teeth was a Siren’s call to Mateo.

Beth spoke, and Mateo paid close attention to every detail her mouth made as she spoke. The way her lips parted and tongue danced to create each syllable was mesmerizing. The slight pursing of her lips to form rounded vowels looked like a sensuous kiss that was begging for his body. She said, “You really shouldn’t get between a girl and her food, boo. Especially a hungry girl after a workout,” she teased. “You’re looking so tasty in there!”

Mateo moaned as ejaculated a bucket’s worth of cum into the protein. His body shivered and convulsed as he had a spiritual climax. Not that he was trying to count, but Mateo felt himself launch half-a-dozen ropes of cum into powdery protein. He shut his eyes tightly and let his mouth hang open. Unspoken words that caused Beth to raise a brow, but immediately understand what was happening.

As for why …

“Did you just—” She stopped herself Mateo was still convulsing inside the scooper with whey protein up to his armpits.

Mateo finished cumming and looked around like someone awakening from a coma. He was both confused and alert to what he just did. He looked up at Beth with shame painted on his face.

“Oh, shit.” Mateo swallowed and looked at his surroundings. “Umm. Beth, I’m sorry!” He didn’t know why, but a flashback of his mother spanking him came to mind. He did something wrong, and he was going to get punished. “Beth, wait, b-before you do anything. Oh shit, I’m so fucking stupid. Beth, I-I’m sorry!”

“Why?” Beth tilted her head and grinned.

“I, umm … kinda made a mess in here.” He looked away and felt so embarrassed.

Beth set the scooper down and gently pulled Mateo out by placing her thumb and index finger under his pits. His cock was semi-hard, with a small clump of whey protein congealing where he came. Beth then shook free the powder still sticking to Mateo, so it fell back into the scooper.

“Ooo! You gave me extra protein for free? You’re too nice, boo.” Beth set him down on the counter and dumped the contents of the scooper into her shaker bottle.

“Wait, Beth, you don’t get it—I accidentally—into your protein.”

Beth closed the lid to her bottle and shook it, the metal blender-ball inside fully mixing the contents with the water. After being satisfied with the mixture, she popped open the top and took a long drink of her post-workout meal.

“Ahh,” she said, pleased after finishing her drink in several gulps. “I know you came, Mateo.” She set the bottle down beside him and lowered herself so that her chin was on the countertop. “And I love you spiking my drink with your flavor. Now, one itty-bitty question—what got you worked up?”

“I don’t know why … but I do know I hate it! All these strange feelings I get since downsizing. Humans affect us way more than you think. I learned that with Hazel when she made me get something between her teeth.” Mateo bit his tongue. He probably shouldn’t have said that. “Something about … I don’t want to be eaten. But seeing your mouth, and you talking about eating me …”

A lightbulb flipped on in Beth’s mind, causing her to shutter visibly. “Just when I thought I couldn’t like you even more!”

“Huh? Wait, Beth, they’re just weird, intrusive thoughts. I don’t want to be eaten!”

“Oh, no?” She sensually licked her lips. “Maybe I don’t care? Maybe it’s been my plan all along to befriend you, because I wanted to eat you. I can’t wait to have you for breakfast.”

Mateo shook his head and stepped back. He tried convincing himself it was all a tease, but that predatory look on Beth frightened him.

Beth giggled. “Mateo! I think we discovered your new kink.”

“Huh?”

Beth extended her index finger and lightly stroked at his throbbing erection with her digit. Mateo looked down and was confused to see himself so damn excited. And just from talking about getting eaten?

Sex with Beth would have to wait. The mixed-size couple had their fun already seeing each other naked and getting intimate with body exploration. But sex? The big one. The one where both their genitals touched and rubbed up against one another … That must wait. Mateo and Beth agreed they wanted to date, form a connection, and then leap into sex when they were both ready for each other.

But even he was re-thinking about their pledge.

Both his and Beth’s hormones were uncontrollable raging fires that desired one another at a primal level. To hell with romance! Every simple act the other did was immensely adorable and alluring. Beth’s heart fluttered as she watched Mateo shampoo and rinse his hair under droplets of water in the shower. And Mateo admired how an ocean’s worth of water was required to cover her long, athletic body.

They dried themselves and prepared for their date. Mateo didn’t have many clothing options. He went for jeans and a shirt. Beth called him from the downsized house and told him to wait in the middle of her room. He stood around with his hands in his pocket when he felt the ground quaking from each of her steps. The entire room, from the walls to the floors, groaned under her titanic footsteps. She entered her bedroom wearing a black dress with black high heels.

“What do you think?” she asked, spinning around for him to see.

Mateo opened his mouth to respond, but couldn’t get the words out. She stepped forward until her feet were before him. He could only see her big and second toe poking out from the opening in the front. Mateo placed his hand on her and traced the high heels as he walked around. He walked under her heel, since it was twice his height, marveling at to how thousands of pounds of woman were right above his head. Beth was monolithic to him. Larger and more prominent than a skyscraper. With the four-inch heels, plus her natural height, he wouldn’t be surprised if she was pushing seven feet tall just then.

And here she was.

Giddy and excited to take her two-inch boyfriend on a date.

Beth held back from arguing with the waitress. It wasn’t her fault, after all, but a stupid restaurant policy she had to enforce which required downsizers to pay for their own meals and prohibited them from sharing off the plates of humans.

This wasn’t a white cloth restaurant with candlelight, shiny silverware, or porcelain plates. This was a mid-tier franchise restaurant. Beth’s dress and makeup weren’t out of the ordinary compared to the other guests. But her towering stature caused people to look. Especially because she was walking around with a downsizer in her palm.

Mateo had his own table and sat next to Beth’s plate. He took the menu and ordered a stir-fry dish. Beth ordered the New York strip, medium rare.

“I asked Emma if she knew about a place where downsizers live outside Lilliputian Lakes,” Mateo said. He drank some water while Beth sipped a pink lemonade.

“She knows where it is?” Beth perked up.

“She said poor downsizers that can’t afford rent or are unregistered, live outside Lilliputian Lakes. They take a bus to some junkyard. But she said that’s a rumor, and she’s not a hundred percent sure it exists.”

“Poor, unregistered downsizers living in a dump? That’s so fucked up. They should live with me. I’ll take care of them.”

“Hey, what about me?”

“You’re my boyfriend. It’s not the same.” She drank her lemonade. “You’ll always be my special little guy. But c’mon, Mateo! You can’t expect me to learn that out there, right now, are poor, forgotten downsizers and not do something about it, can you?”

“What are you thinking? Would you invite downsizers to your home?”

“Oh, fuck yeah! I love you teeny-tiny little people so much! But, of course, Mateo, you have a special place in my heart. Oh, I know! I got a room where I store all my gym equipment. I can convert that into a rest home for downsizers that have nowhere to go. All I ask is that I hold them and play with them.”

Mateo smiled at how enthusiastic Beth was. The soft, warm lighting in the restaurant hit her in just that right way that made her look like a Hollywood starlet. It smelled wonderful inside the dining area, and it wasn’t too busy, since it was a Monday. Still, the kitchen was hopping with servers and chefs running around.

Mateo drank some ice water before asking, “Why do you like downsizers so much?”

Beth’s lower lip quivered. There was something she was thinking about. Something that caused her mood to change that Mateo felt like a truck slamming into her. Is she fighting back something? Mateo thought. She’s about to cry! There was a lot about Beth that Mateo didn’t know, and he was just realizing this.

She put on a fake smile. “I just do. They’re so cute and tiny. I feel like I could make their life so much easier and fun under my care. I could look after them and take care of them like …” her voice trailed off.

“I wish more downsizers were more trusting of you. It’s not fair people judge you like a book cover.”

“Oh, I know. I mean, I get it—I’m not dumb. I know I’m freakishly tall and huge. Downsizers are so small compared to me, I bet I look like a scary monster. I get it, I really do. I don’t think I’d trust me, if the roles were reversed. But when I see you, Mateo, looking at me with your little eyes … not out of fear, but because you like me. It just … it just sends me. There’s no better feeling in the world … when someone looks at you and admires you …” Her voice became somber. “And isn’t repulsed by who you are.”

Mateo felt her words come from her heart. The entire school shunned Beth because of her overbearing presence. And downsizers didn’t care for her, because they saw her 30 times worse than the human students.

Mateo said, “Your parents are downsized, aren’t they?”

Beth didn’t answer. She appeared vulnerable and not her usual confident self. She was a young woman grappling with deep-seated pain. Beth swallowed hard, her gaze drifting around the restaurant, noticing the odd looks some people were giving her. Mateo was the only downsizer in the dining room, and Beth was the tallest human around. It was so peculiar to see a mixed-size date from someone like her.

“Why do people always look at me like that?” She lowered her voice. “What the fuck did I do to deserve those looks? Yeah, I’m big, and dating a downsizer, so what? It’s not their fucking business.”

“People are assholes.”

“Just like my parents.” Beth turned back and looked down at Mateo. “They downsized three years ago when they were having crazy tax deals for shrinking. Dad and mom said downsizing meant they could live in a mansion and not work another day of their life. I thought I was coming along with them, but they refused to let me downsize.” Beth laughed sarcastically. “They wanted me to wait until after high school to make that decision. But you know what? That was a lazy excuse to just ditch me so they could live a pretend childless life. So, they left me an apartment that’s paid off until I graduate and they direct deposit me money into my account for food and stuff every week.”

Beth’s fingers played with her glass of lemonade, making patterns with the condensation. Her throat tightened up as repressed emotions came gushing out. “They don’t talk to me.” She paused, letting that fact hang in the air between them. “They don’t visit me, or even let me visit them at Lilliputian Lake’s visitor center. No phone calls, just the occasional text.” She shook her head and forced a laugh, but sounded more like a cry. “They abandoned me.” Huge streams of tears coming out from her eyes. “They don’t love me—nobody loves me. I’m just this big dumb girl that everyone avoids like the plague; and who's so annoying that even her parents want nothing to do with her. Oh god …” She let out rapid fire of breaths as she lost control of her breathing. “I’m so fucking alone.” She covered her mouth with one hand and let painful tears pour out.

Mateo felt a surge of empathy. He jumped to his feet and ran to her fingers and began stroking them with compassion.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” she wiped her eyes with her free hand.

“Nothing!” Mateo shouted. “Beth, look at me. There's absolutely nothing wrong with you. You're the most remarkable, passionate person I’ve ever known. What your parents did was horrible, but that doesn't define you. You've been through so much, yet here you are, still fighting, still reaching out for connections with other people. That takes a crazy amount of willpower! A lesser person would’ve folded by now, but look at you!”

Mateo climbed onto her hand, looking up at her with steely conviction. “You're not alone anymore, Beth. I’ve always known you’re a good person, and now Hazel and Emma see it, too. I love how you want to help downsizers, no matter what prejudices they have against you. If you hadn’t told me to talk to Amber, we would’ve never known about her missing friend. It’s crazy to me that despite all the crap thrown your way, you still want to help. Even after we fought before I downsized, and all the shit Emma gave you—you go out and save our fucking lives! Beth … you’re amazing. And it’s why I'm falling for you.”

He placed his tiny hand on her thumb, dwarfed by her massive digit, calloused from countless hours at the gym. “I’ve been through a fucking roller coaster with humans since I’ve downsized. Hypnotized by Hazel’s stinky feet. Pissed on by sizeist ex-girlfriend. My mom beat my ass with her finger and secretly breastfed me. Principal Sullivan probably did something shitty that I’d rather not think about.”

“Wait, what?”

“But if a human asked for my help … you know what I’d do? I’d still help them. Why? Because it’s the right thing to do. Just like you, I don’t care about the prejudices, the stares, the whispers, or what they’ve done to me.” He spoke like a passionate preacher. “I just want everyone to respect everyone, and not let size get in the way. Just like you Beth … So, if you want to open your home and help downsizers in need, let’s fucking do it! And you know what? We should start with Amber’s friend. Let’s find out what happened to the nurse and not let anything stop us from helping her. What do you say?”

Mateo appeared so diminutive, so fragile in the palm of her hand. But at that moment, he was the biggest person in Beth’s world. She felt her spirit rise and her soul strengthen from deep within.

She smiled through her tear-soaked cheeks. “Mateo—I love you.”

Beth kicked her front door open, sending it crashing against the wall and punching a hole with the doorknob. “Fuck!” Beth shut the door and dropped her handbag. She hopped on one foot, trying to take off her heels, all the while kissing Mateo. She got one of her high heels off and kicked off her other high heel, sending it airborne and striking a table lamp. “Son of a bitch!” It crashed against the floor, but her mind went back to Mateo.

She nearly tripped on her bare feet as she barreled herself into her bedroom. She kept Mateo safe and leveled on her palm, planting juicy kisses on him while she accidentally destroyed everything around her.

“Ow, fuck!” She stepped on her gym shoes that were in the middle of her messy room. Beth growled as she kicked it off to the side. She gave Mateo one last kiss, which he reciprocated with open arms, before setting him down gently on her bed.

Beth struggled to find the zipper on the back of her dress, but her excitement plus her big stature made it difficult and made her look less than elegant. Mateo took off his shirt first and then unbuckled his jeans when he heard clothes tearing. He looked up and saw Beth flexing and tearing her dress apart with her hands, eager to strip as fast as she could.

Unbeknownst to Mateo, he had captured Beth's heart from the moment he first offered to do her homework. And the first time Beth saw him as a downsizer, there was nothing she wanted more than to take Mateo as a lover. The sight of her little stud at the restaurant—with his rugged handsomeness and heartfelt praise—ignited a fire within her loins. Every fiber of her being screamed that she couldn't—wouldn't wait another second. With no more restraint, she tore out of her dress like a wrestler tearing out of their shirt.

Mateo stood there, wishing he could embrace Beth in his arms, and cursed himself for being so small. But those thoughts were fleeting, because looking up at Beth, standing over him with erect nipples and swollen pussy from an angle of a mortal staring up at the gods at Mount Olympus, it made him lose his breath. This towering force of a woman was all his.

“Do you want to do this?” She placed her baser instincts on pause as she waited for Mateo’s response. She would honor his answer, regardless of what it was.

Mateo said, “Ever since you held me for the first time.”

Beth sat on her bed with her legs spread and Mateo between her thighs. Mateo’s jaw dropped to the ground as he looked straight ahead at Beth’s long slit. Her pink, overly excited pussy drooled, ready to swallow him. At the top of her pussy was a puff of pubic hair, trimmed into a triangle shape. The area between her legs was thick with her scent. Millions of pounds of flesh and muscle from her thighs surrounded him, like a canyon.

He looked up at Beth’s eager eyes and asked, “What do I do?”

Beth smiled so hard it hurt. “You’ll know what to do.” She used two fingers to spread her lips, exposing her glistening insides.

“Can you tell me what to do? I want to make sure I do a good job for you.”

Beth’s pussy burned hotter the sun and gushed with fluids anticipating Mateo. I love this guy! “Start up here.” Beth scooped him up with three fingers and helped him onto the top of her pussy. She spread peeled back her clitoral hood, exposing her cute clit for Mateo. “Play with that.”

Mateo was relieved that Beth didn’t make fun of his inexperience, but guided him to his goal of pleasing her. He wanted to prove his worth to Beth, though this was unnecessary from Beth’s point of view.

Beth’s eyes bulged and her face contorted into something that looked like she was both in pain and pleasure simultaneously. She removed her hand from Mateo and started feeling herself up. She caressed her abs and squeezed her tits. Beth stroked and played with her thighs as her little guy went to town, massaging and rubbing her clit with both his little hands and fingers smaller than a grain of rice.

Her clit was like the size of a football to Mateo, and he noticed the more he played with it, the stiffer it became. The clit was a joystick for Mateo and gave him control of his 200-plus-foot tall girlfriend. If he rubbed it one way, she would moan and shiver. If he squeezed or hugged it in his arms, she tensed and pulled her legs up. When he licked and nibbled on her nub, that’s when she whimpered and groaned loudly in pleasure. Moving it far left and right, also moved her giant body respectfully in that direction.

“Oh my god, keep doing that. Yes, yes! Right fucking there. Holy FUCK! Fuck me, fuck me hard!”

Getting her off was a lot easier than he thought it would be. Mateo’s heart pounded the harder he went on Beth’s clit. He spent all his energy and worked up a sweat. Beth convulsed, her body tensing and relaxing, like the steady movements of a piston in an engine. His tongue lapped up Beth’s flavor, and it was something else for Mateo. It wasn’t bad, nor pheromone rich, but delightful knowing it came from his giant girlfriend. It also excited him to know his minute movements on her were having a profound effect.

Beth slapped her hand against her forehead and shut her eyes as she came down from her first climax. She panted and felt the flame within her cunt light ablaze again as Mateo shifted lower onto her labia. Her little guy was making her gigantic body shiver and react to his miniscule movements as if someone were whipping her and twisting her nipples. “Oh, god,” she said, only half audible. Her legs trembled as her man squirmed in her nether parts.

It didn’t matter that Mateo didn’t match her height or was taller than her, or stronger than her. He was a little downsizer, unafraid of her, and giving her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. And Beth had many dreams about this moment. Fantasized what it would be like to have downsized Mateo naked on her pussy, while they both made each other cum like crazy.

Mateo rubbed her pussy lips and stuck his hand between her folds. And then his entire arm entered her up to his shoulders. Beth moaned in delight and instinctively brought her fingers onto Mateo’s back.

“Want to go inside?” Beth asked.

Mateo looked over the precipice of her pubic mound and up at her lustful eyes. Her juicy cave was enticing, but terrifying.

“Do you want me to go inside?”

Beth giggled. He was so serious and had a slight quiver in his voice. Seeing him between her thighs and struggling to stay atop her swollen womanhood put into perspective how tiny he was. The MHIP test and study guides had an entire section devoted to mixed-size relationships. It had a slightly progressive overtone to it. Lots of warnings and reminders to humans to not let the imbalance of power get to their head. Treat downsizers as equals but be mindful of their physical limitations. The MHIP didn’t specifically address lovemaking, but danced around the subject. Beth remembered that sticking a downsizer into any orifice was in the Don’t Do column of the study guide.

“That wasn’t my question, boo. We can have fun in other ways—”

“Wait! I want to. It’ll make you happy.”

“Mateo!” she both whined and laughed at the same time. “What do you want to do?”

Mateo swallowed. He answered Beth’s question by diving headfirst into her. Beth giggled, but then yelped as an electric shock of pleasure cascaded throughout her veins. She grabbed a mirror from her nightstand and positioned it so she could see her pink lips gobbling up Mateo, his legs kicking from between her labia.

Beth stifled a laugh. “I love your enthusiasm, Mateo. But I don’t want to lose you in there.” She used her fingers from both hands to spread herself. “Don’t go too far.”

Mateo’s time as a downsizer had been nothing but an adventure. Mischief and trespassing had been the norm for him since shrinking. And now Beth was telling him to not go any further into her love canal …? Was that really meant to stop him?

He swam inside, taking gulps of air as her hot, wet insides coiled around him. His cock was hard and felt great rubbing against her walls. Guess I’m technically not a virgin? He thought.

Beth lost sight of Mateo in the mirror as he propelled himself deeper into her hole. She twitched and hunched over. “Too deep, Mateo.” It came out as a gasp and pleasure overload. “You’re in me … oh, fuck. You’re in me, my love,” she moaned. She got on her belly and pointed her ass up in the air. Her right hand played with her clit as she felt her little boyfriend kick and squirm his way through her gushy cave. “Mateo! Fuck! Keep going, keep going. Oh fucking god, yes, yes! You’re doing it!” She screamed as her legs gave out as she climaxed again. She crashed, landed and bounced on her bed.

Beth whimpered and tried to stop her ongoing orgasm. Her vaginal walls squeezed and pulsated around her lover. She was afraid she would asphyxiate him or crush him to death by orgasm. Her fingers wildly dug inside, searching for Mateo. Beth’s feminine cum drenched her fingers in her clear discharge. Her pussy made slurping sounds as she shoved two fingers as deep as she could inside, her digits bumping against Mateo’s feet. She pinched them and dragged him out slowly, losing her grip on him several times.

Beth used her vaginal muscles and fingers to push Mateo the rest of the way out. “Are you okay?” She positioned him on her palm and gently used the tip of her finger to wipe her sexual juices from his mouth. Mateo coughed and propped himself up with a look of shock on his face.

He looked up at Beth and asked, “Did you like that?”

“Mateo, are you okay? I thought I was gonna fuck you to death.” She ran a stressed hand through her hair, transferring some of her fluids on top of her head.

“That. Was. Awesome.” He held up two fists in triumph.

Beth let out her breath in relief. She could enjoy the rest of her post-orgasm bliss in peace, knowing Mateo had a good time. But she noticed he still had an erection. “Ok, boo, it’s your turn. Name it.” Her voice went deep and sultry. “What do you want your big, bad girlfriend to do?”

“I love it all, Beth. What do you want to do?”

“Uh-uh. I said, it’s your turn to pick.”

“Umm, I don’t know. Want me to go into your vagina again? That was fun!”

“Mateo!” she sang, while tilting her head. “I want to give you pleasure! Want a blowjob? Footjob?”

“I’m good with anything. Honest.”

Beth’s eyes narrowed. “Maybe I should just eat you up. That got you off last time.” She felt it. She felt Mateo tremble in her palm as she mentioned that. But it wasn’t a tremble out of fear. He absentmindedly stroking his cock while staring at her mouth. She licked her lips sensually for Mateo. “Yeah, that sounds delicious. A little downsizer as a post-sex snack.”

“Oh,” Mateo moaned, edging and nearly unloading his seed.

“Cum in my mouth.” She whispered. Mateo’s eyes fixated on her billowy lips, plush as velvet cushions and just as soft. With no notice, she opened her mouth wide and slapped her hand against her large lips, tossing Mateo into her mouth.

Mateo landed with a splat on Beth’s giant tongue. His cock was so hard it hurt. Beth kept her mouth open and allowed her bedroom lamp to illuminate the inside of her pink, humid mouth. Her teeth, that she used no less than an hour ago to rip through a steak, surrounded him like jagged peaks of a mountain range. Her tongue was slightly larger than his body and felt like a mattress come to life. Its serpent-like qualities hugged and wrapped around him, drooling and tasting him.

Mateo made a snow angel on her tongue, admiring her palate above him. He flipped onto his stomach and moaned in surprise at how wonderful his dick felt against her textured tongue. He instinctively thrust his hips into the pink appendage that was still laced with the smell of her dinner.

It was like when he was in Hazel’s mouth, but where he had to restrain himself in his friend’s mouth, in his girlfriend’s mouth, he was free to act out his taboo fantasy. Beth moaned, rattling his bones and compressing his lungs. A blast of her hot breath came from the dark pit of her esophagus. Mateo pushed himself deeper into her mouth so that his feet were hanging freely over the edge.

The call of the void.

Beth sat against a wall of her pillows, keeping her legs spread as she lazily rubbed her clit and played with her breast. She sealed her lips and made circular movements with her jaw. She curled the tip of her tongue so that it slid against her boyfriend’s face.

After toying with his body, flipping him and rolling him like tumbling clothes in a dryer, she rested her tongue in its natural state. Mateo, excited as a puppy with endless energy, crawled and straddled her tongue. His arms embraced her tongue, and his little hips humped her. She moaned, letting him know she approved and encouraged him to fuck her tongue.

As best she could do with a full mouth, Beth said, “I’m goin’ to eat you.” It sounded sexier in her head versus how it came out. She felt Mateo wrestling with her tongue and was really going at it with his thrusts. It amazed how sensitive the nerve endings were on her tongue. Her taste buds were actually picking up Mateo’s pre-cum flavors, and she could make out the shape of his cock and balls.

Mateo lost himself in the moment. There were definite questions to ask after this … like why was the fear of a human swallowing him so hot? Why was being on the edge of a horrific death causing exhilarating butterflies in his stomach? There were stranger things in the world and not everything needed explanation. Especially at that moment between him and Beth.

With one last thrust, he came. His microscopic cum getting lost in the grooves and valleys of Beth’s textured tongue.

Beth picked up on Mateo’s ejaculation. She felt his testicles stiffen and convulse, the less-than-a-drop of cum splashing on her tongue. After letting Mateo rest for a moment, she grabbed him with two fingers and slowly peeled him out of her mouth, sealing her lips around his tired body and squeegeeing as much of her saliva off him.

“More protein? For me?” she asked Mateo, who lay on her palm, completely spent and half conscious. She swallowed the excess saliva in her mouth that had a hint of Mateo’s flavor. “You shouldn’t have!” A flurry of giggles left her as she caressed her boyfriend’s body with a finger.

“Beth?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

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