Downsizing

Kamila

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Kamila thought of escaping. She planned on doing it when Tricia was at school, since the girl never locked her up or chained her to anything. It was possible. She could squeeze under the door frame and make it down the stairs and out the front door. And if she couldn’t escape in one day, she would take her time and live in the walls until opportunity presented itself.

Steve’s screaming broke her dreams of escape. Tricia was really letting him have it. Kamila curled up in the bed and whimpered to herself. Just thinking of escape would piss off Tricia enough to probably kill her. Kamila tried to remove thoughts of escape from her mind. This was her life now. A prisoner to a human girl for eternity.

Tricia crawled underneath her bed and placed her battered dad on his own miniature bed. He was bruised and bleeding from the mouth. A sheen of sweat made his skin glisten. He was mumbling nonsensical words that sounded something like an apology. Kamila jumped up to help Steve and assess his wounds.

Tricia held out her hand, palm facing up. “Your turn Kamila.”

Kamila turned and faced the giant young woman, who was looking back with an air of stoicism. Kamila shook her head no.

“Get on my hand or I’ll fucking kill you where you stand.” Her mood and appearance changed in a micro-second.

Kamila jumped and climbed onto Tricia’s palm. After that, she couldn’t move as she was paralyzed with fear as Tricia moved out from under the bed. Tricia laid back on her bed and dropped Kamila off on her belly, and pulled out her phone and began scrolling through posts on her favorite website. While she did that, she stroked Kamila’s back with an index finger.

Kamila was so confused. She looked at her surroundings and noted that Tricia was wearing only her shirt and panties. She was standing on the girl’s bare belly while Tricia pet her like a little bird. Tricia kept scrolling through her social media updates and giggled when she saw some funny videos. She removed her hand from Kamila to type something quickly on her phone, before returning to her gentle strokes.

The downsized nurse didn’t know what to do but stand and wait. After what seemed like an eternity on her phone, Tricia tossed it off to the side and placed her hands behind her head so that she could look down at Kamila.

“I’m still thinking about those downsizers I ate.”

Kamila trembled. The ground under her vibrated as Tricia’s stomach growled on cue.

“I’m already thinking about the next one. Hey, do you think eating downsizers can make me sick?”

Kamila shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“Hmm, well, I feel fine.” Tricia tapped her feet in the air as she thought. “Sheesh, I can really go for one right now. I love how they fight for their lives in my tummy; not to mention how tasty they were. Whoa, my mouth is watering.”

Kamila thought of the girl as a real-life monster, no matter how pretty she was.

“Hey Kamila, I want to taste you. Come crawl into my mouth.”

“Please, I don’t want to, Miss Tricia.”

“Please, I don’t want to,” Tricia mocked Kamila’s accent. “I won’t eat you. I just want a taste, jeez. Super curious about how you taste.”

Kamila’s legs walked up towards the giantess’s face on their own. Her feet sank into Tricia’s skin, and her body rose and fell with every breath the giantess took. One thing she had to admit was that Tricia’s body heat and scent were soothing and oddly comforting. It reminded her of the time they spent the previous night. Kamila made it to the girl’s chin and didn’t know how this was supposed to work exactly.

“Take off your clothes, silly. I want to taste you, not cotton.”

Kamila thought she could get away with sticking an arm into the mouth, but it sounded like Tricia wanted her entire body. Kamila stripped and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Damn, you got some big boobies. How did I not notice that before?” Tricia plucked up Kamila and held her in front of her eyes. “Aww, are you scared?”

Kamila nodded. “Please don’t do this.”

“Relax already, holy shit. I won’t eat you.” Tricia opened her mouth and slowly lowered Kamila onto her tongue. With Kamila inside, Tricia’s lips sealed around fingers as she pulled out, leaving an audible wet smack.

Tricia played with Kamila like a hard piece of candy. Her tongue probed and explored Kamila’s curves and skin. The salty savoriness came out, causing Tricia’s mouth to flood. She moaned as Kamila’s body flavored her saliva like a delectable lollipop.

Tricia, still on her back, crossed her legs and grabbed her phone. She was back to texting and browsing while she sucked on Kamila. Her tongue found the crying woman’s breasts and lingered there for far longer than necessary. The tip of Tricia’s tongue played with Kamila’s nipples, erecting them into hard little nubs.

Inside the mouth was hell for Kamila. The tongue assaulted her like a slimy sea monster. It smelled awful, was damp, and sticky. The giant teeth were dangerous obstacles that kept Kamila from venturing far. The tongue slammed her against the hard palate several times. One time, Tricia pinned Kamila against the roof of her mouth so she could swallow the excess saliva in her mouth. The liquid cleared like a draining swimming pool, frightening Kamila even further that the only reason she wasn’t traveling down the esophagus was because Tricia’s tongue chose to not let her go.

Tricia rolled onto her stomach and continued texting. She idly played with Kamila’s body, saddened that her flavor was depleting like used gum. Tricia spat out Kamila onto her pillow without stopping her texting.

“Thanks a lot Kamila!” Tricia whined. “Now, I’m hungry.”

Kamila had a wrapped a towel around her nude body, her hair slicked straight up, looking as if she were electrocuted. Her expression matched, looking out unfocussed and stunned. In front of her was a human slice of New York style cheesecake. Tricia’s shiny fork slicing into the heavenly dessert effortlessly while shoving huge chunks into her mouth. She sensually pulled the metal fork out between her lips, leaving it shiny.

“Have some,” Tricia said. “It’s really good.”

Kamila stared blankly at the cake. What the hell was going on? She could manage bipolar personalities with people her size, but someone like Tricia who held so much power because of her size? Nothing in her life could’ve prepared her for someone like Tricia.

“I want to go home,” Kamila said

“Huh?”

“I want to go home, please.”

“Home? This is your home.” Tricia pointed at her room with the fork. “Or do you mean that shithole of desert with all those snakes, coyotes, and tarantulas?”

“Please.” Kamila looked up with puppy dog eyes.

“Is this because I tasted you?” Tricia set the fork down. They were at her desk, and Kamila sat on the plate, only a couple of body lengths away from the rich piece of cake. The little woman tugged and pulled the white towel closer to her. “Oh, c’mon, it was a harmless experiment. Fuck Kamila, how many times we got to go through this? I won’t eat or kill you. Want me to write a contract in blood or something? Jesus. I … I fucking swear, downsizers are the most spoiled beings on earth.”

As Tricia spoke, she held up a finger with every point she made. Tricia said, “I gave you a warm home, away from that shit-ass desert. I gave you an easy job compared to what you did at the hospital. I feed you well, I give you a bathroom with running water, hot and cold. A warm, comfy bed. All you have to do is chill with me and take care of daddy. Is that so fucking rough? Do you think I’m slave-driving you or something? Would you like that? Huh? Get a taste of how truly shitty I could make your life? I’ll make you my little slave, if you want. We’ll see how long before you beg for things to go back like this.”

“No, please,” Kamila said, shaking her head profusely. “I’m sorry … I take it back, please!”

Tricia panted. “I don’t know. Maybe I want you to lick my feet clean. Maybe I want you to act as my tampon. You have it so fucking good, you ungrateful bitch. Not my fault you chose to downsize and live out here illegally.”

Kamila was crying and feeling hopeless. “I didn’t choose to downsize! I was tricked! My entire life, I studied, got good grades, saved money, and tried to go to university. They tricked me!” She yelled out at the top of her lungs. “They downsized me against my will. I’ve been suffering for the last twenty years! And now, you torture me. I don’t know why. Why did any of this happen to me? I just wanted to be a doctor. And help people. I didn’t want this.” She let it out. Her mouth was stuck open as she cried, with mucus flowing from her nose and tears leaking from her eyes.

Tricia’s room became deafening loud with silence, except for the occasional whimpers coming from Kamila. Her pain accurately reflected in her sobs.

Tricia narrowed her eyes and looked down at Kamila with contempt. “Are you telling me that—after everything you went through—what I’ve given you here is not enough? Thanks for proving my point, you little worthless shit.” Tricia plucked up Kamila, eliciting a yelp from her.

Tricia brought her to the closet where two empty mason jars still stood. She opened one of them and dropped Kamila inside. Kamila stood right up and placed her hands on the glass wall, looking up at the pissed off giantess. Tricia closed the lid above.

“I thought you were different …” Tricia got up and slammed the doors to her closet, leaving Kamila alone.

Sofia & Liam

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Sofia covered her mouth as she laughed. She slapped Liam’s leg and let her hand linger. “You did not!” she said between chuckles.

“Swear to God,” he said, making an oath by holding his right hand up and the other over his chest. He laughed at the irony of his statement.

“Let me get this straight … These religious zealots tried firebombing a downsize machine, and they looked to you for help?”

“I was deep undercover, pretending to be a downsize machinist,” he said with a smile. They were both on the couch wearing their comfy house clothes. Shorts and shirts. Sofia went without a bra and although Liam’s white shirt should’ve been baggy on her frame, her tits filled them in. “They thought I bought into their ideology. I said stuff like, ‘Yeah, they’re playing God, and this machine is the work of the devil!’ I told them to destroy the machine properly, we needed to head to the control room. Well, these bozos never seen a downsizing machine before …”

Sofia smiled widely as she listened to Liam tell the story. She grabbed her glass of wine and accidentally bumped it into the downsized couch Miguel was on. Some wine splashed, and a drop landed on Miguel’s lap. He got up and turned to shout, but Sofia wasn’t paying attention to him. She fixated her eyes on Liam and never gazed at the coffee table. Miguel grunted and sat back down to watch the game on TV.

Luna was on her husband’s lap, near his bulge, looking up and admiring her man telling stories of his time at the DPS. He did so much work to keep downsizers safe; it amazed her to no end.

“I told them I heard a guard and we need to act fast,” he said. “They thought I was leading them to the heart of the machine: the atomic temporal displacement unit, powered by dual-positive singularities.”

“The what?” Sofia had a wicked buzz going from all the wine. She smiled dumbly as brought her face close to Liam’s.

“It’s the magic that creates the miniature black holes that re-arrange the atomic structure of organic materials inside the chamber.”

“You mean the thing that doesn’t work on me? Got it!” She set her glass back down on the table.

“Anyway, I tell them, ‘There’s a fucking guard coming down the hall. Run in here! I’ll get rid of him.’ And they do, along with their Molotov cocktails, pipe bombs, and matches. I almost felt bad for them because of how brainwashed they were. They thought they were on a mission from God to destroy a downsizing machine. But nope. DPS was on their asses, and I’ve been working on infiltrating that group for months. Anyway, I lock the door and start the downsizing process. Shrank 14 naughty humans that day.”

“Oh my god, you’re so bad!” Sofia slapped his hard chest playfully.

“Isn’t he so smart and brave?” Luna asked, but both humans ignored her squeaking. “I just love this story!”

“Funny you mention God, because I come into the room after they’ve shrunk and say, ‘I’m your God now,’ causing them to run naked all over the place. Had to pick them up like they were slow-moving rats.”

Sofia asked, “Okay, okay, get to the good part. Did you bring them home?”

“Not those guys. What they were scheming was bad, but not death-penalty bad. We got them in confinement at the DPS. A little prison for little fucks like them. We have a chart that lists the punishment for every crime against downsizers, downsizing companies, and agents. In their case, they’re in prison for conspiracy to destroy company property. We got them watching the science channel playing all day and night in their cells. They. Hate. It.”

Sofia frowned. “Ah, that sucks. I thought we get to keep all the baddies.”

“Not all the time. But maybe you’ll get lucky in your first week. Tomorrow, I’ll show you around at all the neat gadgets we have. I’ll even give you a tour of the prison if you want to see these nut-jobs.”

Miguel was listening to the conversation against his will, trying to keep his cool, but he lost it. As a human, he knew little about the DPS. He thought they were a police unit that specialized in downsizing cases. But that wasn’t the case after learning so much from Liam’s big mouth.

“Are you telling me,” Miguel said as loud as a politician, “that the DPS investigates alleged crimes and then dictates whether to punish accused humans? Without a trial? Or even letting the accused to defend themselves?”

“We only go after humans we know are guilty,” Liam said.

“But who checks your work? Sounds like secret police to me. Who’s stopping agents from abusing their powers?”

“Miguel, shut up,” Sofia said. “I’m starting work tomorrow as an agent. You think I’ll abuse my powers?”

“Yes!”

Sofia ignored him and went back to Liam. “Will I get a gun?” Seeing that he was being ignored again, Miguel threw out his arms in frustration and sat back down on the couch.

“Nah. But you’ll get some cuffs and a shiny badge.”

“Really?” Her hands went back to his thighs. She gave it a squeeze. “I love playing with cuffs.”

“Me, too!” Luna shouted, feeling forgotten. “We got some in the drawer. Babe, get the cuffs.”

“If we catch any bad guys, can we bring them back here?” Sofia asked.

“Why? What do you have in mind?”

“Well …” Sofia’s hand traveled towards his inner-thigh and inched its way closer to his semi-erection. “Punishing downsizers sounds kinda fun.” She eyed Miguel while her hand brushed against Liam’s bulge. “I want to see how you do it.”

“You mean criminals,” he said. “I don’t even call them downsizers, otherwise that would put them in the same category as Luna and your husband.”

“I suppose.” Her fingers played with his bulge.

Liam felt his heart speed but tried to play it cool. He placed his arms on the back of the couch and then slowly brought his right arm behind Sofia.

Luna, still on her husband’s lap, saw what was happening. “Finally! I’ve been waiting ages for you guys to get it on. This time, I’m playing! No locking me up—you've punished me enough already.” She raced to her husband’s waist and tried tugging his shirt out of the way.

Sofia’s right hand cupped Liam’s balls, giving it a few playful squeezes before rising to his shaft. Miguel, disturbed by how quiet it got, looked over his shoulder and saw his wife getting it on with Liam.

He thought he yelled out for Sofia to stop. He wasn’t sure. His mouth made the movements, and he felt air expelling from his lungs. He felt the veins in his head popping and the hair on his back rising as he shouted. Told her to stop. But they continued getting closer despite his outburst. In the end, he wasn’t sure if shouted …

Miguel was both angered and powerless as another man wrapped his arm around the top of Sofia’s back. Liam’s cock swelled in his gym shorts as Miguel’s wife teased him. Miguel shouted again—at least he was sure he did. An awful wave of emotions slammed into him. There were too many feelings to focus on. But whatever was causing his tear ducts to water, he suppressed. He swallowed those emotions and boxed them up.

Bitch. Was the best he could come up with. Eighteen years of marriage, wasted on a cheating whore. Miguel told himself to ignore his wife like she’s been doing all night. He couldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing this was getting to him. This was on her! She had to explain to Mateo and the rest of the family that she had lost her husband to divorce wbecause of her infidelity.

Miguel shut his eyes and repressed his tears. This wasn’t him. He does not cry, and he does not let another man touch his wife.

“Get your hands off her!”

Liam raised his hand off Sofia when he heard Miguel shout. But Sofia either didn’t care or hear the tiny two-inch man. She yanked Liam’s shorts down and nearly poked her eye out with his springing dick. Sofia licked her lips and took the tip of the monster cock into her mouth.

“Sofia, you should stop,” Liam said. Though he wanted to respect Miguel’s request, his cock was only getting bigger as Sofia sucked him off.

“Hmm?” she asked with a mouthful of cock.

“It’s Miguel.”

“Huh, what?” Sofia got up and looked over at her fuming husband. “Ah, he’s fine. It was Miguel’s idea to open our marriage, anyway. He kept telling me how much fun he had with your Luna.”

This note caused Luna to perk up and look at the giant woman looming over her husband. Sofia looked down at Luna with lowered eyelids and a smirk that said, you better watch yourself. She used two fingers to rub Luna’s back, a little rougher than Luna cared for. Sofia’s other hand was holding the base of Liam’s cock.

“I figured you guys were having an open marriage,” Liam said.

“Did you really?” Sofia asked with a shit-eating grin.

Liam was caught. He shook his head and said, “Well, no, actually.”

Sofia went back to sucking Liam’s dick.

“Hey,” Miguel shouted. “This is not an open marriage! Sofia, get your …” He almost said, whore, but his self-preservation instincts stopped him in time. “Stop. Just stop.”

Liam stroked the back of Sofia’s head and played with her hair. “Are you sure he’s okay with this?”

Sofia mumbled a yes, then stroked his cock and sucked hard, forcing him to forget about the two-inch man whose wife was giving him a life-changing blowjob.

Luna wanted to get in on the action. She took off her pesky pajamas and ran over to her husband’s massive shaft. Her body slammed against it, her mouth already open to give it kisses and licks. Luna was shocked when she felt Sofia’s lips come from the heavens, causing her to duck. Sofia’s eyes bulged as she took in as much of Liam as she could.

Sofia pulled her head up off Liam, a tear running down her cheek from gagging on his meat. She then expertly stroked his shaft with one hand as she eyed Luna. The little wife caught the hint of malice in Sofia’s eyes. Sofia used her free hand to push Luna off her husband’s lap. She let out a yelp as she tumbled onto the couch.

“Goddammit Sofia.”

Sofia heard her husband say, finally. She briefly wondered if Miguel was silent this entire time, or if she simply tuned him out. She didn’t want Liam getting distracted by her annoying husband, so she got up from the couch and stripped her clothing off. Her fat titties had Liam’s complete attention, and even made his cock grow larger as he watched Sofia sway them back and forth.

Luna heaved and pulled herself back up on her husband's lap using his shorts for grip. “Hey, don’t forget about meeee,” she whined. She went back to her husband’s erect member and played with him by throwing her body against it. Without Sofia propping his dick up, it hung at a low angle, sloped just right for Luna to climb.

“Take that shirt off,” Sofia said.

A split second after he pulled off his shirt, he felt Sofia straddling him, with her knees on either of his hips. She pushed her tits into Liam’s face, smothering him, drowning him in her hot, supple flesh. He felt up her curves and went over her ass, giving her cheeks a squeeze.

Miguel’s voice was hoarse from all his screaming that the giants ignored. He’s never seen Sofia like this before. She was cheating on him—in front of him and didn’t give a shit that he was there, watching her helplessly at his diminutive size. Did she really think she was getting even with him for him sleeping with Luna? This wasn’t the same! His mind shouted. They tricked me! I never wanted to sleep with her!

Miguel sat back on the couch and shut his eyes. What were his options? He loved Sofia, and she was a bombshell of a woman that caused heads to turn when he was in public with her. They’d ask, Is he with her? As if it was a mismatch to have such a stunning woman pair up with Miguel. But he and Sofia had a genuine connection and love for one another … at least when they were both human …

Divorce? It was the obvious answer, but Miguel hated it. He didn’t want to lose Sofia, even after all the shit she’d put him through. You can’t just throw away 18 years like that. And no way in hell was he going to face his family as a divorcee.

It’s going to be painful, but maybe Sofia had to sleep with Liam three times to get ‘even’ with her husband. Miguel wanted nothing more but for his marriage to return to normal. As normal as a mixed-size marriage could get. That brief period where Sofia was timid with the size difference, and before she became intoxicated with the power she lorded over her family. That’s what Miguel wanted.

Miguel hated—hated what he’s become. If he was human, and Sofia tried pulling this shit, he would’ve killed Liam. He wouldn’t care how wrong he was, nor how justified Sofia’s actions were. Only Miguel touches his wife. Miguel could’ve slept with hundreds of women—that didn’t give Sofia the right to even touch one man. He clenched his fist and imagined himself clocking Liam in the jaw.

But what the hell was he going to do at two-inches tall? Sofia almost nuked him in a microwave and was completely defensive against that. Even now, on the coffee table in the living room, he was stuck. There was no way down unless the humans helped him. The very humans that were cheating on him, in front of him.

Luna climbed to the tip of Liam’s cock and had just started stroking and nibbling on the pink head when Sofia suddenly plucked her off.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

Sofia dropped Luna on a couch pillow about three inches from the surface. Sofia didn’t think it was rough, but to Luna, it was like being dropped 10 feet in the air. Sure, the pillow was soft, and the physics of being small and lightweight meant she wouldn’t get injured, but it was scary falling from that height. Another example of Sofia’s inexperience with downsizers.

“What the heck!” Luna got on her feet. “I get your mad that I slept with your husband, Sofia. You can play with my husband all you want, but you gotta share! You can play with me, too! What’s going on? Why won’t you let me …” Luna’s voice trailed as, once again, the giants were only focused on themselves and not her. This wasn’t what a mixed-size threesome was supposed to be like, Luna thought.

Sofia kissed Liam and felt around for his dick between her thighs. Upon finding it, she aligned it with her pussy and lowered into it. Slowly at first, taking in only an inch, before lowering further and taking more of his monster.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned, eyes rolling to the back of her head. “You’re so fucking big.” She rested both hands on his shoulders and went to town, jumping up and down on his cock.

Liam played with Sofia’s bulbous tits before exploring the rest of her shapely body. “Where’s Luna?”

“Here, why?” Sofia asked.

“I know she’s been wanting to do this. Would you mind if she joined us?”

“I don’t think so; she might get hurt. I want you to fuck me raw, like you just got out of prison.”

Liam grinned. “Careful what you ask for. But maybe Luna should hook up with Miguel while we hook up. I don’t want them to feel left out.”

Sofia wanted to scream. The dude was so oblivious to what was going on. Open marriage? No, this was revenge for Miguel cheating behind her back with a skinny little thing. And Miguel was sure as hell not allowed to sleep with Luna again. Sofia would not allow that shit. But now she had to play this game while tricking Liam, thinking they were perfectly happy swapping spouses so she could continue fucking him.

A brilliant idea came to mind. She knew how to push Miguel’s insecurities and make sure he couldn’t have fun with Luna. She remembered the times when they would watch movies together, and anytime a male actor would show off their body, he’d look away in disgust. Heaven forbid Sofia bring up the name of the actor in bed, otherwise he’d go softer than spaghetti.

Sofia grabbed Luna without asking, dismounted from Liam, and dropped her off next to Miguel. “You two play nice on your teeny-tiny couch. I don’t want you getting hurt while we big people have our own fun.” Sofia giggled as she backed up onto Liam’s lap. She lowered herself onto the giant cock and bounced up and down, reverse cowgirl style, while stroking her breasts, her eyes never breaking from Miguel.

Luna turned to Miguel. “Is your wife still mad at me?”

Miguel couldn’t look away from Sofia. They were doing a dominance stare, and it took all his willpower not to look away. Sofia smiled and moaned like a porn star as she took the monster cock in her. He and Luna could feel the rhythmic pounding rippling through the coffee table as the humans had sex.

Sofia moaned extra loud as if she were in excruciating pain, but with profound pleasure. Miguel turned away and looked at the surface of the coffee table. This wasn’t the Sofia he married. What happened to her?

“God, they look so good together,” Luna said. “Hey, we can’t let them have all the fun. C’mon, Miguel, take me on the couch. I’m getting so worked up watching them have giant sex. I want my turn!”

Miguel wanted to slap some common sense into Luna, but this gave him an idea. Why not give Sofia a little taste of her own medicine?

“Yeah,” Miguel said to Luna with newfound confidence. He looked up at his giant wife but spoke to Luna. “Let’s do it.”

They stripped under Sofia’s gaze. Her humping of Liam slowing down. Liam took it as the sensual part of their fuck and took the respite as an opportunity to caress her figure with his rough hands. He felt up her legs, hips, and breasts. She was so much fuller and larger than Luna, and it drove him crazy. He pumped his hips while Sofia took her break.

Luna climbed on the downsized couch, which was on the coffee table directly in front and center of Sofia’s monolithic body, and presented her tiny ass up at Miguel. She was holding onto the back of the couch, swaying her petite hips, giddy to get started. Miguel dropped his pants, exposing his flaccid cock. He stared at Sofia intensely, with furrowed brows an pissed off expression. Sofia returned the expression while Liam bucked his hips into hers. Miguel’s body language spoke volumes to their strained relationship, like he was saying, you brought this unto yourself. He stroked his cock and got between Luna’s legs.

“Oh, Liam,” Sofia said in a tone that was over the top. “You’re so much bigger than my husband ever was. And so thick, too!”

Miguel stroked himself harder, but he was just as soft as before.

“Me and Miguel had sex after he downsized, but he’s been so inadequate. He’s just so tiny and frail, like a flower. Not like your plump, rock hard cock.”

“It’s not his fault,” Liam said genuinely. “I bet he can satisfy you in unique ways I can’t.” He never stopped feeling up her body and grabbing handfuls of her tits.

“Yeah, he does a great job painting my nails.”

Miguel jerked himself harder. His eyes frustratingly went from Sofia’s breasts to Luna’s ass. He tried to work himself up … tried to get hard. But his limp dick refused to budge. His heart was racing, and he felt his face flush. He wanted to scream at his cock for not working. If anything, he got smaller. He placed his hand on Luna’s ass and felt around her smooth skin. She was tiny and tight. It should be his fantasy to fuck someone like Luna. But that damn stare coming from Sofia made him feel he was trying to perform on stage in front of thousands.

“Miguel, something wrong?” Luna asked, looking over her shoulder with heartfelt concern. “Do you want me to help? Maybe I can suck you off.”

“No! I got this.” He rubbed himself some more.

Sofia devilishly smiled. She went back to riding up and down Liam’s cock with new vigor. Miguel played right into her hand.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Sofia asked her husband. “Erectile issues?”

“What?” Liam asked. “He is? He didn’t have that problem before with Luna.”

Miguel wanted to scream at everyone in the room. He had this! He just needed a few more seconds to get it up! Why was everyone concerned with his cock? And now—now Liam was talking about it? What the hell was wrong with everyone?

“He’s having a little problem.” Sofia said, turning her head to Liam. “Not like you. I can feel your enormous dick throbbing in me. Are you getting bigger?”

Liam chuckled. “I think so. I’ve never felt this big before. Luna couldn’t really handle me; even before she downsized.”

“Aww, that’s a shame,” Sofia mocked.

Liam shifted to the side so he could look past Sofia’s body and look down at the coffee table, where he could hardly make out the downsized couple. “Hey, Miguel. Want to get closer to us? You really got off when you were on my dick last time.” Liam didn’t say it as a joke, but this caused Sofia to do snort out in laughter.

“It’s okay, Miguel,” Luna said. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not in the mood. I know older men sometimes have trouble—”

“I’m fine!” Miguel’s voice was quivering. “It’s just … I’m fine, okay? Fucking forget it.” He slipped on his pants and walked away from Luna, walking to the far corner of the coffee table.

Luna slumped her shoulder and felt heartbroken over Miguel. She felt so sorry for him and wanted to hug him, but he looked like he wanted to be alone.

Sofia closed her eyes and savored her victory. From the point, she let loose. Liam and Sofia fucked hard for the next ten minutes. Their giant movements caused the coffee table to reverberate with every thrust. Their moans shook the chests of Miguel and Luna.

At one point, Sofia was on her knees, leaning over the coffee table, her fat tits rolling over the surface as Liam took her from behind. Sofia gripped the edges of the table. The thrusts coming from Liam were enough to knock the downsizers off their feet.

“I’m gonna cum,” Liam gasped.

Sofia looked at Miguel, who had his back turned to her. She spoke to him. “Come in me. I want it all.”

Liam let loose and emptied his balls into Sofia, with her husband sulking only a foot away.

Liam lay on the couch, naked and completely spent. Luna sat cross-legged on his pecs, looking solemn and unsatisfied.

“Shit, babe, I’m sorry,” he said. “I knew I should’ve got you more involved.”

“That’s part of it. But I think Sofia hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you.”

“She does. And I don’t blame her, because of what I did with Miguel behind her back. I wish … I wish I can make it up to her.”

Liam gave his tiny wife a gentle pat. “I’ll talk to her, babe. I’m sure you two could be the best of friends.”

Sofia was naked in her bedroom, texting on her phone as she stood by the vanity table. Miguel, under her shadow, stood on the table near car-sized lipstick and makeup containers. Sofia’s massive cunt was directly above him, oozing with Liam’s cum, tracing down her inner thigh.

“I’m about to send a text to Mateo. Want me to type that you say hi?”

He didn’t answer.

“He says he’s having so much fun with that Beth girl. Who would’ve thought a mixed-size relationship could be so much fun? Like father and son, you two are so drawn to big women.” She finished writing a heartfelt message to her son that matched her current mood. Liam was right—though it was painful to let Mateo go, it was for the best. He was having a good time and being a good boy by sending her periodic messages. He thanked her with every message for letting him stay with Beth and even sent him selfies with his giant girlfriend. Sofia still didn’t care for Beth, but Mateo’s brightened attitude towards her made it worth it. She set her phone down next to Miguel.

Miguel turned his back again to Sofia.

“And what’s wrong with you?” she asked. “Mad at me because your pathetic dick didn’t work? Maybe your guilt for cheating on me finally caught up with you?”

“Sofia, I want a divorce.”

She laughed. “Not going to happen.”

He looked over his shoulder up at her. “You can’t say no to that. You can’t force me to stay married to you.”

“Want to bet?”

“Sofia! Who even are you anymore? You’ve changed so much since I downsized, and for it’s been for the worse.”

“Watch it, Miguel.” She rested her hands on her hip.

“This is what I mean!” he said in Spanish. “I can’t even talk to you without you threatening me.” He threw out his arms before crossing them and keeping them close to the chest. It was getting late, and they both were sleepy, but Miguel’s renewed anger woke him. “I wish I never downsized.”

Sofia picked up her husband and held him in her palm. She brought him up to her face. “Ay que lindo.”

“Don’t patronize me.”

“You’re just upset now, but you’ll get over it in the morning.” She kissed him, despite him trying to push her lips away. “Maybe if we have some personal time together, you’ll feel better? Want to go inside me?” She lowered her hand, causing butterflies in Miguel’s stomach as the negative GeForce felt harrowing to him. The ride stopped in front of her cunt. “Go inside, babe. I’m all yours.”

Miguel saw her wet pussy, still dripping with another man’s cum. It disgusted him. Yet … he had to shift his legs so that Sofia wouldn’t see his growing erection. Now you’ve decided to work? He asked himself.

Sofia saw the discomfort and defeated look on his face and raised him again to her face after she thought he had enough.

“No?” she asked with a grin.

“I remember when we were dating,” he said with a heavy sigh that Sofia felt. He no longer looked humiliated—just somber. “My dad's coworker called me to tell me my dad died. Accident with the machinery at the plant. Do you remember that? It was our third date, and I picked up the phone after he called non-stop. I tried being a man in front of you, Sofia. I didn’t cry or even look shocked. After the call, told him ‘Okay’ and hung up like nothing happened.”

Sofia remembered. Her husband had never opened up like this before. He sat in the center of her palm and seemed to appear smaller in her head. He looked vulnerable, making her wonder if she went too far.

Miguel took a long breath. “Eventually, I told you my dad died once we were back at my place. I didn’t cry about losing him and I told you I was fine. ‘Ah, shit happens, y’know?’ I tried to play it off. I was a man, after all. Remember how you held me on the couch? You talked to me and helped work through my emotions. It was such a dark time in my life, and you helped me get through it by saying the sweetest thing anybody’s ever said to me. And when I finally broke down and let myself cry for the first time in my life, you supported me and encouraged me to let my emotions out. You promised you’ll never see me less of a man. Not once did you say a harmful thing or make fun of me—none of that shit. That’s when I knew you were my soulmate. That Sofia is long gone, because when I look at you know—I don’t recognize you.”

They said nothing for several moments. The room became deafening loud with silence as they waited for the other to make the first move.

“Sofia, am I not a man in your eyes anymore?”

Kamila

===

Kamila sat in the jar's corner with her arms wrapped around her legs. She was still sticky with Tricia’s saliva, and the towel around her body hardly provided warmth. Kamila felt the shockwaves of Tricia's steps rattle the mason jar, causing the lid to make a metallic jingly sound. The floor creaked and groaned under the weight of the giantess as she stomped around. It was a sensation she hadn’t felt since living in the airport around clueless humans, walking around and quaking the floor like the monsters they were.

Most downsizers, like Kamila, who lived exclusively in downsized spaces, forget about their shrunken state since everything appeared normal to them. Years of living a segregated life from humans truly were like living in a different world.

But Tricia reminded Kamila of not only their existence, but their power and cruelty. Though as petite as Tricia seemed, her casual footsteps in her room literally shook Kamila’s world and reminded her that Tricia alone would decide how long she had to live.

This is it, Kamila thought. She was literally food for Tricia whenever the girl got hungry or bored. And once digested, that would be the end of her tragic life. Kamila didn’t even feel like crying anymore, having moved on to the acceptance stage of her grief. She was about to die to the bratty girl who got her way because she was the big one.

Tricia opened the door abruptly, interrupting Kamila’s thoughts. Kamila looked away and refused to be scared anymore. Just kill me already. Tricia got on her knees and unscrewed the lid to the jar and then slipped her hand inside. She grasped Kamila with her fist and took her to her desk.

Neither woman said a word to each other. Tricia simply looked down at the nurse in her palm with emotionless eyes. Her giant fingers yanked the towel from Kamila and tossed it to the ground. Kamila closed her eyes and mentally prepared herself for her death.

But instead of Tricia lowering Kamila into her mouth, she instead lowered Kamila into a warm, bubbly bath that smelled of jasmine. Tricia had prepared a bath using a bowl from the kitchen. Inside was a washcloth that acted as a lounge chair for Kamila. The soothing waters instantly relaxed Kamila’s tense muscles.

Kamila allowed herself to momentarily let her guard down and stretch into the insanely comfortable bath water. There must’ve been oils and expensive soap used to create such a heavenly bath. While Kamila relaxed, unsure what the hell was happening, Tricia grabbed a straw and stuck it into the bath. With a gentle and consistent exhale, Tricia created synthetic bubbles that caressed and tickled Kamila.

After the bubble play, Tricia set the straw down and grabbed a Q-tip. She dabbed the cotton-end in the bath and then applied a drop of her flowery body wash to the tip. Both women were still not talking, and Tricia still looked angry as all hell, but her touch betrayed her outward appearance. Her giant fingers were delicate and mindful of Kamila’s tiny body. Her index finger lifted Kamila to a seated position so that she could scrub her back. Tricia then ran the Q-tip along Kamila’s arms and pits.

Kamila didn’t fight back and found the pampering nice for a change. She probably wants me clean before she eats me. Tricia lightly pinched Kamila’s foot and lifted it up. She ran the soapy Q-tip up and down Kamila’s leg.

This went on for the next few minutes. Tricia bathed Kamila until she scrubbed the two-inch woman from head to toe. She used her index finger to apply shampoo and conditioner to Kamila’s head. Tricia left the room and came back with a cup of warm water. She rinsed Kamila and gently took her out of the bath, wrapping her in a soft microfiber towel.

She positioned a blow dryer far away to provide the right amount of heat and circulating air, so it wouldn’t be uncomfortable. Pinching a downsized brush between her giant index finger and thumb, Tricia combed Kamila’s long hair for the next ten minutes.

Tricia provided Kamila with an oversized shirt that was her dad’s. That’s all she allowed Kamila to wear. It was getting late, so Tricia brought Kamila to her bed, setting her down on her pillow. Tricia laid her head in front of the confused woman.

“Don’t be mad at me,” Tricia said finally.

Kamila remained silent.

“But you’re stuck with me,” Tricia said. “Just accept this is your life now, because you’re mine.”

Kamila nodded.

“But life with me doesn’t have to be so bad. I mean, don’t you like me a little, at least? I’ve been spoiling you and I’ve never hurt you. Doesn’t that count for something?”

Kamila shivered as she recalled the sounds of the screams coming from Tricia’s stomach.

“I thought you’d be at least a little thankful for having a human caregiver.” Tricia stared at the little Polish woman. Everything about the little downsizer was so cute. Enormous eyes, extra tiny body with large bosoms, and alluring face. Even her voice and accent drew Tricia, especially how she cowered under her stare. “I like you Kamila. Can’t you like me back? Even just a little?”

Tricia leaned in and gave Kamila a kiss that encompassed her entire head. She laid her head back down and looked down at Kamila lovingly.

Kamila fought back from letting her guard down. She reminded herself of the atrocities this teen giantess had committed. But her actions and words towards Kamila counted for something. For whatever reason, Kamila was safe from the human’s wrath and cruelty. Saved by some unseen luck. Kamila nodded in agreement with Tricia’s last question.

“Thank you. I’ll just say it again, but you’re safe with me. Also, don’t get attached to any downsizers I might bring home in the future. It’ll make things awkward when I eat them.”

“What?” Kamila just wanted to shout. How could this girl be so, so cruel and gentle at the same time? “Please, Miss Tricia, no more killing and eating.”

“Shh, shh.” Tricia patted Kamila’s head. “Just feel lucky you won’t be seeing the inside of my stomach, okay?”

Mateo & Beth

===

They had sex again in the morning. Twice, technically. Getting ready for school took so much longer, because both Mateo and Beth couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

As Beth blow-dried her hair, she played with Mateo in her mouth like he was a hard piece of candy. She set the hairdryer on the counter and was combing her head when she felt Mateo spasming in her mouth. She tasted the familiar salty drop of Mateo’s seed land on her tongue, letting her know Mateo had his fun. He slurped him out of her mouth and swallowed her Mateo-flavored spit. She set him gently in the bath she already had prepared in the sink.

“Thank you for not making fun of me,” Mateo said, catching his breath as he laid back in the warm, soapy water.

“Make fun of you for what? Wait, what did I miss?” Beth finished getting ready by spraying on some deodorant.

“You know …” Mateo splashed water on his face. “The whole eating thing.”

Beth blew a raspberry. “If I didn’t like myself, maybe I would’ve teased you.”

“You like it too?”

Beth giggled. “I made fun of Emma a while ago. I told her I wanted to eat her. Y’know, I was just fucking around. Never thought of it as a kink. Kinda hot when you think about it.”

“Hey Beth!” Hazel shouted as she skateboarded onto the school campus. She was wearing shorts, an AC/DC shirt, with an unbuttoned flannel. Emma was in the breast pocket, poking out. “How was your date with Mateo last night?”

Hazel jumped off her skateboard and walked up to the bench that Mateo used to sit on. Beth lounged there, her demeanor exuding her current mood, which was both relaxed and fulfilled. She had draped her arms across the back of the bench, her long legs extended in front of her, basking in the morning sunlight. Instead of her revealing clothes from yesterday, she went with something far more comfortable. A simple white shirt and gray cotton shorts that hardly went past her ass cheeks.

“Morning, Hazel.”

Hazel surprised Beth with a hug and sat next to her. Beth’s face lit up from the simple gesture … one that she secretly cherished but tried to play it off coyly.

“Where’s Mateo?”

Mateo came out from under Beth’s waistband of her shorts. “Hey, Haze!”

Hazel dropped her jaw. “Mateo?” Hazel then looked up at Beth with a scandalous eye. “Did you guys—”

“We fucked.” Both Beth and Mateo answered simultaneously.

“It’s just weird,” Mateo said from on top of Beth’s desk. They were in math class and were talking during a free study period. “You can’t tell me it’s not weird.”

“Shut up, what do you know?” Beth asked playfully. She was leaning back in her seat, still content and smiling down at her boyfriend. She was chewing at one end of her pencil as she spoke to Mateo on her desk.

“It’s not natural.”

“It’s a style.”

“But, c’mon. Really? Socks and slides? Just take off your socks—for me.”

“No.” She poked Mateo in the chest lightly with her pink eraser. “Deal with it.”

“C’mon, let your feet breathe.”

“I’m just gonna wear my socks even harder.”

“The fuck does that mean?”

During a passing period, Beth took Mateo down an empty hall to make out with him. They didn’t care if anyone saw them, but attempted to hide their public displays of affection. Even though they were underneath an overhead tube with downsizers. But Beth figured, if they want to see, let them see. All their paperwork was in order, and they did nothing illegal. Two consenting people kissing each other passionately between classes. So, what if someone saw them?

Tricia saw them.

In chemistry, Beth and Mateo sat next to Hazel and Emma. Beth had a thick chemistry textbook in front of her, still shut, with Emma and Mateo sitting on the edge as if they were on the side of pier. They sat next to each other, talking, kicking their feet in the air. If there was a way to pinch the cheeks of such an adorable scene, Beth would’ve done it.

“You look so relaxed, dude.” Emma slumped over with her hands on the edge of the book. She was looking over her shoulders at Mateo. “Not like when you first downsized. You were so tense and scared of everything.”

Mateo laughed by blowing a single puff of air through his nose. “Yeah, yeah. Well, for the first time in a long time, things are going right. Beth and I … we share the same relationship you and Hazel have. We just can’t keep our hands off each other.”

“Oh!” Emma elongated that word. “You like fucking humans?”

“Don’t you?”

“Love it!”

Durning lunch, the gang sat around talking. Emma and Mateo were on the table between Hazel, Beth, and Jack. Emma stole food from the human’s trays as they spoke and handed Mateo some spoils from her thievery. Not like anyone minded Emma stealing hardly a bite of food.

“Everyone has a downsized partner, except me,” Jack said. “Bro, didn’t you say you were going to find me a downsized chick to date?”

“Doesn’t sound like me,” Mateo said, chewing on a green grape.

Jack asked, “What about you, Emma? Know any chicks that want to date a human?”

Emma was eating a pepperoni from Hazel’s pizza. “Uh, no,” she said in a Valley Girl tone.

“Not one?” Jack asked. “Human girls get all the downsized chicks and dudes. But human guys like me can never find downsizers to date.”

“Face it, Jack,” Emma said. “It’s cute when it’s a human-girl and downsized-girl, and even human-girl and downsized-boy. But nobody wants to see a human-boy with downsized anyone. It’s just not popular, and people find it icky.”

“The fuck?” Jack folded his arms and hunched over his tray. “I’m not icky.”

Tricia

===

“Tricia! Are you listening to me?” Lin asked.

They sat about ten tables away from Mateo’s gang in the cafeteria. Through the crowds, Tricia had been watching them with an unbreakable stare. The rumors made it to Tricia. She didn’t want to believe them, but now, as she watched them through the crowds during lunch, she confirmed it with her own two eyes: Mateo and Beth were dating.

Her miserable ex-boyfriend had moved on and was dating her rival. Tricia clenched her fist, turning her knuckles white. Beth and Mateo smiled, laughed, kissed in public, and Beth carried him around like a designer dog. The big buffoon, showing off her downsized boyfriend in public without a care in the world, kissing him and showing him love, indifferent to what other students might say about them.

It infuriated Tricia.

Nobody saw her bringing Kamila to school and flaunting her around in public like a precious new gem. Nobody knew Tricia had been secretly caring for her downsized father, or all the gadgets she created under her bed to keep him safe. She liked Kamila and treated her well, but Tricia would literally die from embarrassment if anyone found out. So why was Beth comfortable with her downsized pet in public?

Tricia let her mind explore alternatives to her decision of dumping Mateo. What if they stayed as a couple after he downsized? What if she had him on the table right then and there, sharing a heartfelt lunch? Mateo would’ve met her downsized dad, and she already had all the accommodations for downsizers under her bed. Mateo would’ve appreciated her company far more than Kamila, and there’s no question he would’ve handed her his CoH the second after he shrunk.

But Tricia looked at Lin and the rest of her clique. They would not be welcoming of someone in a mixed-sized relationship. They hated downsizers for the usual reasons, and no matter Tricia’s status, her dating a downsizer would be unacceptable. She did the right thing dumping Mateo, she tried reasoning with herself. Downsizers—all of them—are escaping their responsibilities to society and should be judged negatively for it.

But …

Tricia didn’t hate Kamila. Yeah, she was one of them, but to no fault of her own. And Kamila wasn’t exactly contributing to the economic disaster unfolding in her generation. Kamila was actually fucked by the system. Tricia closed her eyes and felt the pain the poor woman had gone through. Tricia really wanted to race home to hold and hug her little woman.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch period. Everyone was clearing out, but Tricia stayed seated, watching Beth and Hazel collect their little lovers in their hands. They all had shit-eating grins that infuriated Tricia.

“What’s wrong with you?” Lin asked. “You’ve been super quiet all day.”

Tricia chewed on her inner-cheek and fidgeted with her fingers. “Have you heard about Mateo?”

“Your ex? No, whatsup?”

“He’s going out with Beth now.”

Lin snorted and covered her mouth with a hand. “Really? He got a death wish or something?”

Tricia said nothing. She looked at the empty door where Beth had exited not too long ago with Mateo. Both laughing and smiling at each other like idiots. Would she have been smiling like that if Mateo was in her hands?

“His name is Brian,” Lin said.

“Huh?”

“The downsizer I didn’t kill.”

Tricia scrunched up her face in confusion. “You—you didn’t kill all your downsizers? What are you waiting for? I thought you hated those little shits as much as I did.”

Lin shrugged. “I don’t hate Brian. He’s the perfect pussy slave. And y’know what? I think he likes it as much as I do. He won’t say it, but I can tell he’s thinking it when I strip in front of him. Besides, he used to work a dead-end job. Now he services me when I’m in the mood, and just chills when I’m not around. He’s got it easy, if you ask me.”

“So, you don’t hate all downsizers?”

“Not Brian. I already said that.”

Tricia’s shoulder slumped as she was deep in thought. What the hell game was Lin playing? She asked herself. Is she trying to make me admit to something?

Lin ran her fingers through her long, black hair. “Downsizers can serve a purpose to humans, like Brian. I own him like a pet. I feed him when I want to, pet him when I want to, and make him work when I’m horny. It’s the perfect relationship, I’m telling you! He can never complain about being tired or not in the mood—because I don’t give a shit!”

“Do you think that’s what Beth is doing to Mateo?” Tricia asked.

“Beth is getting whatever the fuck she wants from your ex.” Lin got up and slung her backpack over her shoulders. “Even if Mateo wasn’t downsized, I’m sure she’d force him to do whatever. I can’t blame her, since I’m doing the same to Brian.” Lin left just as the bell for the next period started.

Tricia felt conflicted. The thought of her with Mateo kept occupying her mind. What if she pretended to be cool with his downsizing? What if she played it off to her friends that Mateo was her little sex slave and nothing more? Or she could’ve done what she did with her dad—just kidnap him after getting downsized. Mateo would be dead to the world, but alive as her secret prisoner. Tricia sighed. That was the obvious answer. She wanted Mateo. Beth didn’t deserve him as a slave. Mateo should be her slave.

Later that evening, she checked on her dad and Kamila. Steve was doing better, but couldn’t get out of bed because of his injuries. He apologized profusely to his daughter, but Tricia ignored his cries. Her eyes were laser focused on Kamila.

The nurse explained to Tricia everything she’s done to nurse Steve back to health. He needed plenty of rest and liquids, and no more handling. Tricia nodded and agreed with the little Polish woman. Without saying another word, Tricia extended her palm to Kamila.

Kamila looked at the giant hand and then up at Tricia’s face. She sighed and said, “Kurwa mać.”

“Nie bój się,” Tricia said, awkwardly and with a heavy accent.

Kamila looked up, astonished by Tricia’s efforts to speak her mother’s tongue.

“I’ve been practicing on my app.” Tricia smirked and then wiggled her fingers.

Kamila climbed on, and less than a minute later, they were on her bed.

“Um Kamila, do you have a boyfriend?”

Kamila shook her head no.

Tricia sat up against her pillows and sat with her legs crossed. She held her little woman with two hands close to her chest. “What about a girlfriend?”

Again, Kamila shook her head.

“Like, obviously, not right now …” Tricia blurted out. She was uncharacteristically frazzled as she spoke; something that made Kamila a little uneasy. “Like, before. Before me. Were you seeing anyone in Lilliputian Lakes?”

“No,” she said, barely above a whisper. “I never had time to see anyone.”

Tricia nodded. She extended her legs and used her toe to hook and take off her sock from one foot, before working on the other. “Well, you got time now.” Tricia made a cutesy grin while looking up and to the side.

Kamila chuckled once. “But you said any downsizer you bring, you eat. That would make dating difficult.”

“I’m not talking about a downsizer.” Tricia was looking away from Kamila, blinked once, and then focused on the little woman.

Kamila felt her stomach drop. “You?” She trembled. “You want me to—”

Tricia’s anger came back in her voice. “You got something against mixed-sized relationships?”

“No.”

“So, it’s because I’m a girl?”

“Miss Tricia … you killed downsizers.”

“And I’ll fucking kill you if you don’t—” Tricia cringed and bit her tongue. Her anger didn’t ramp up like others, evolving from an ember into a flame. Tricia’s anger started as a raging forest fire in a split second. “Let me start again.” Tricia counted to ten and took a deep breath. “Maybe I haven’t killed you, because I like you, Kamila. Like, I really like you. Maybe I’ve been keeping you around because you’re special to me. Ever since my dad and boyfriend downsized, I’ve been wanting to kill any downsizer I see. But not you.” Tricia stroked Kamila’s back with the digit of her ring finger.

Kamila grabbed the giant’s finger and held it away from her as she looked over her shoulder at Tricia. “What are you saying? You want me to be your … girlfriend?”

Tricia rolled her eyes. “Officially? No.” Tricia unbuttoned her jeans. “Okay, here’s the thing. I dumped my boyfriend because his family was forcing him to downsize. Kinda like how you got forced to downsize. I hated his guts for it, but lately I’ve realized I don’t hate him—I hate he shrunk. See, before I didn’t see any point in having a relationship with a downsizer. I can’t like something so small and pathetic. But here’s where you come in.”

Tricia unzipped her jeans and kicked them off with her legs. The scent of her womanhood filled Kamila’s nose. “I think I like mixed-size relationships. You probably don’t want to hear this, but I like how scared you are of me. Even though I’ve told you so many times that you’re safe with me, you’re so scared, like a little puppy with those big ol’ eyes of yours.” Tricia took off her shirt and tossed that to the floor.

“It sucks, Kamila. It sucks you got downsized against your will. But I’m so happy that it happened, and that I snatched you up, otherwise you wouldn’t be here right now.” Tricia set Kamila between her bare thighs. She took off her bra, letting her breast hang freely. “I love spoiling you. I love holding you and I love how your body shakes when I yell at you. And for these reasons, I’m sad … wanna know why?”

Kamila could see Tricia’s excitement by the wetness of her panties. This was the most skin she’s seen of Tricia since she kidnapped her, and until this point, thought Tricia’s infatuation with her was strictly platonic.

“Why?” Kamila asked.

“Because I wish you were my ex-boyfriend. I wish I was spoiling Mateo, yelling at him, scaring him, cuddling with him, threatening him, sleeping with him. I also want to have sex with him.” Tricia pulled her panties to the side, revealing her swollen pussy. “Are you scared Kamila?”

A single tear ran down her eye. She nodded and said, “Yes.”

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

She shook her head. “No.”

Tricia smiled. “Do you think I give a fuck whether or not you’re willing?”

Kamila didn’t respond. She bowed her head and looked at her own feet.

“Either crawl in,” Tricia said, “or get shoved in.”

Kamila took a hesitant step towards the massive pussy. The heat and musk becoming more pronounced the closer she got.

“Take off your clothes.”

Over the next few moments, Kamila stripped while Tricia looked down intently at her. Tricia lifted her butt and took her panties off completely. She fell back into her pillows and rubbed her clit as she waited for the smaller woman.

The first touch was electric, causing Tricia's pussy to twitch as Kamila extended her hands. “Mhmm,” Tricia moaned encouragingly. “Hurry.”

Kamila sobbed while placing both her hands at the base of Tricia’s love cave. “Miss Tricia, I don’t want to do this.”

Tricia's hand slammed into Kamila’s back and shoved the small woman into her wet pussy lips. “I don’t care.” Tricia’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she shoved the two-inch woman inside. One hand pumped Kamila in and out, while the other rubbed her clit. The hairs on Tricia’s skin stood up electrically as she felt the greatest sensations of her life. No dildo or vibrator came close.

Kamila’s flailing limbs and her body jerking reminded Tricia of the power she had over the downsizer with just her pussy. Hell, she almost killed two downsizers with just her urine. She removed her hand and left Kamila in her vaginal canal while she grabbed a pillow to cover her face. Tricia cried out after she had an orgasm that came with three mini aftershocks.

“Oh, Mateo,” Tricia gasped. She fished out Kamila and splayed her body on the top of her pussy. Tricia’s love juices covered Kamila from head to toe. Tricia spread her lips and revealed her clit. “Kamila, play with me.”

Kamila coughed and hacked out globs of Tricia’s juices. She heaved and almost threw up as she spat out more fluids.

“Fuck me!” Tricia shouted. “I need you, Kamila. You’re my little sex toy!” Tricia couldn’t wait any longer. She flipped Kamila around and spread her legs so that the little woman’s crotch budded up against Tricia’s hard clit.

Kamila was almost blind from not having a moment to wipe Tricia’s sex juices from her eyes felt her body get shoved up, left, and down. She didn’t know what was happening until she felt Tricia’s finger press her hips down on the giantess’s football-sized clit. She yelped as the giant fingers forced her to make love with the clit.

“Oh, shit!” Another powerful climax made Tricia squirt and stain her bedsheets. “Oh, God, yes! Oh … oh, fuck.” Tricia was coming down from her high and was only then aware of her pounding heart. Tricia clenched her toes as every little movement from Kamila was electric to her.

Tricia lay in her bed for half an hour. Kamila had crawled higher onto her stomach, just below her bellybutton. Tricia gently stroked her with an index finger as she stared at her ceiling. Kamila was sore, but alive. She curled into a fetal position and shut her eyes, trying to forget what happened. Her wet skin felt icy, but Tricia’s body heat was soothing and kept her from shivering.

“Why haven’t we don’t this sooner?” Tricia asked, still petting her toy. “You were wonderful, Kamila. I can’t wait to do this with Mateo.”

Saying nothing further, Tricia grabbed Kamila and inserted her back in pussy. Their second fuck was a lot more sensual and loving. Tricia fantasized about her ex-boyfriend as her sex slave, and how despondent Beth would be from losing Mateo. Tricia moaned at that thought. She fucked Kamila late into the night.

Downsizing by MXP