Downsizing

Sofia & Liam

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As part of Sofia’s training as a new agent, Liam took her under his wings and showed her around the DPS lab. It was a brightly lit room and had a futuristic aura about it. He showed off the latest in downsizing tech. Scientists in lab coats walked between the professionally dressed agents in their black suits and continued working while the agents talked.

“It sounds funny, but we’re working on miniaturizing the downsizing machine.” Liam pointed at a metal lattice composed of glass and thousands of small wires. “We hope to fit it in the back of a truck one day. Imagine downsizing baddies on the go!”

He took her around the different lab tables and showed off neat gadgets. Sofia felt like she was walking around Q’s lab from the James Bond movies. Liam handed her a camera the size of a football. It could record high-definition IR data through materials, revealing and identifying downsizers behind as much as four inches of solid wood. It was great for aiding in raids in homes of suspected downsize traffickers.

They went out for lunch in the city and then headed to Lilliputian Lakes to get a behind-the-scenes tour of the downsizing machine there. While Liam went to the bathroom, Sofia walked up to the observation deck that overlooked the tiny city.

She breathed deeply through her nose before releasing it slowly. Not too long ago, she stood here with Miguel and Mateo, looking at their future—or what was supposed to be their future. Why did this shit happen? She asked herself. But her question wasn’t about her inability to downsize … but why her family was there to downsize in the first place.

“Fucking Miguel,” she whispered to herself. “If only you tried harder at work …”

Their family didn’t do so well with money. The income didn’t match the rising living costs that exploded before them. Food was so damn expensive and so was rent. They had zero disposable income, as all their funds went straight to living expenses. It almost seemed like society forced families to downsize just to live—like this was part of a master plan. But downsizing didn’t have to be the Rodriguez family’s only choice. If only Miguel applied himself, Sofia re-affirmed to herself.

Sofia pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of Lilliputian Lakes behind the glass wall of the observation deck. As she scrolled through her images, her app reminded her of a memory from two years ago. She clicked on it, playing back a video from family BBQ with friends.

A friend had taken her phone to take a picture of her and Miguel sitting together on a lounge chair. Beer bottles with golden liquid inside and paper plates of grilled meat flanked them. Smoke from the grill wafted in front of the camera while small children darted in the background. It was a typical, fun, family style BBQ.

Sofia wrapped her arms around Miguel and kicked up her legs in his lap. His powerful arms wrapping around her waist, holding her tightly against his body for the photo.

Later in the video, Sofia was arguing with Mateo over something he’s done off camera. Sofia was pointing her finger at him and was speaking fast in Spanish, chastising him.

“Sofia, let it go,” Miguel said from his seat while drinking a beer. “Nobody cares but you, holy shit.”

“Miguel, don’t tell me how to parent.” She went back to yelling at her son.

Miguel got up and winked at the camera. He took Sofia by the waist and spun her around mid-speech and planted a forceful kiss on her lips. He shooed Mateo with a wave of his hand and continued embracing Sofia.

“Stop it,” she said, trying to break from his arms but unable.

“I love it when you’re mad.” He laughed.

Sofia stopped the video and slipped her phone in her back pocket. She’s seen enough. That day at the BBQ, Miguel got drunk and felt her up, stopped her from discipling Mateo, and overall dismissed anything she said. Just like every other party we go to. She thought.

Sofia thought about what Miguel said the other day. He asked, ‘Am I not a man in your eyes anymore?’ She blew out air through her nose as she stifled a laugh. Do you mean before or after you downsized?

If he was a real man, they never would have had to downsize in the first place. If he was a real man, she wouldn't need Liam to fuck her properly. If he was a real man, their family would be together and happy instead of fractured and miserable. Her family disintegrated before her eyes mere weeks after this downsizing fiasco.

These problems stemmed from Miguel's inability to support his family. She didn’t hate downsizing, nor her immunity to the downsizing process. She hated Miguel. He kicked off the chain of events to where she found herself now. Her son was gone! Her husband cheated and lied to her! And now she had to work hard to support herself and what little remained of Miguel. She had no permanent home or retirement plan … nothing.

And this ChapStick-sized husband of hers had the nerve to ask her if he was a man in her eyes?

Hell no.

She eyed Liam returning from the bathroom and walking up the steps to the observation deck. Now that’s a man. He was the silver lining in her life since this mess started. She was going to make sure Miguel understood his place and what she thought of him. It was certainly not him as a man.

Sofia & Miguel

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Sofia, still in her professional outfit after a tiresome day at work, opened the top drawer of her dresser slowly. Miguel was sitting in the center with his back turned to her. A grin formed on Sofia’s face.

“Are you going to ask me how my first day was, mi amor?”

Miguel didn’t respond.

“Well, it was amazing! They’ve got so much cool stuff there that my head was spinning by the end. Liam has a private office in the building.” She used her index finger to spin Miguel around, finding no resistance against his diminutive body. He kept his head down and didn’t say a word. “We had sex again. Right on top of his desk. Miguel, he is such an amazing lover. He’s got the energy of a racehorse and a cock as big as one. Seriously, I can’t believe how big he is. Probably twice what you were. I can’t believe you even were the same species as him.”

Sofia unbuttoned her jacket and worked on taking off her blouse. She kicked off her stilettos and then took off her bra. She grabbed her husband harshly, not even cupping him, but using three fingers to pick him up like a claw machine. Sofia sat on her bed and brought Miguel to her swollen tits.

“Time to eat.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You haven’t eaten all day.” She brought his face to her nipple. “C’mon, I got plenty of yummy milk for you.”

“I told you already. I don’t want your damn milk.”

“Then starve.” She flicked her wrist and released Miguel onto the mattress, sending him tumbling for almost 50 feet. He grunted and gasped after having the air knocked out of his lungs. “I’m not getting you anything else. It’s my milk or nothing. Don’t even expect water.” Sofia went through her dresser and was picking out clothes to wear.

As Sofia picked out a shirt and jeans, she tossed them on the bed beside her husband. Miguel went back to sitting with his arms wrapped around his legs. He felt bruised from that toss, but masked his pain and refused to show weakness.

“I’m going out to dinner with Mateo and his girlfriend. You’re staying here.” Sofia slipped on her shirt, its seams becoming strained over her enlarged breasts. “If you want me to pass anything to your son, tell me now.”

Miguel didn’t respond or move.

Sofia giggled. “Giving me the silent treatment now? Ay pobrecito—do you feel like I’m treating you unfairly?” Sofia made a mocking, frowny face as she dropped to her knees. Her giant face hovered above him. Her body heat and scent altering the surrounding environment. “Miguel, you brought this upon yourself. I still can’t believe you cheated on me—on me!”

She slammed her fist on the mattress, causing him to fly in the air and fall back like on a trampoline. He grunted, feeling a little whiplash. Still laying on his back, and about to get up, Sofia dropped her index finger on his chest and pinned him against the bed. It was like a slab of concrete coming down on his chest.

“You had a hot giant wife all to yourself,” Sofia said calmly. “And you threw it away for that gringa … Ugh.” She released her finger and looked down in disgust at Miguel. He was holding his chest and rolling his body to the side. “You think I see you as a man, Miguel? How can I, when you can’t even handle my delicate touch?”

“Okay!” he shouted. “You win! You fucking win.” He gasped and attempted to fill his BB-sized lungs with oxygen. “Divorce me already. Let me go live in Lilliputian Lakes in peace, because I can’t take this anymore.”

She smacked her lips. “Probrecito.” Her mocking tone grated his ears.

“What? You hate my guts and don’t see me as a person. Just let me go.”

“No. You’re my husband.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” Sofia got up and finished dressing by slipping into her jeans and throwing on some sneakers. “I bet you want a divorce.” She ran her hands through her hair and threw the strands behind her shoulders. “So, you can go wild as a single man and sleep with a bunch of tiny women.”

“That’s not true.”

“I know it is, Miguel. And here’s the deal. I’m the only woman in your life, so get rid of those fantasies about sleeping with toothpick-sized women.” She stepped towards the bed until her knees were against the mattress. “If I can’t have you, no one else will.” She scooped him up in her palm and walked back to the dresser, where she dropped him in the top drawer.

She said her goodbyes and left for her dinner date with Mateo and Beth.

Liam, Luna, & Miguel

===

Miguel sat in silence among his wife’s underwear, looking straight ahead at the darkness. Internally, he was battling with his mind, trying to decide if he made the right choice in denying his wife’s milk. His mouth was parched, and his stomach rumbled loudly for food. This was hell, and the worst part was he didn’t know why he was being punished anymore.

Sleeping with Luna was wrong, but unavoidable in his mind. Keeping it a secret from Sofia was wrong, and he regretted it. But had he told Sofia earlier, would it have changed Sofia’s reaction? Probably not. Miguel felt like he was always destined to fail since the moment they stepped into this home.

Liam knocked on the bedroom door and asked, “Miguel? You in here, dude?”

Miguel sighed.

Miguel heard the lumbering giant walk around the room, calling out his name softly. Finally, he felt the ground quake as the entire drawer slide open, almost throwing off his balance. Bright bedroom lights blinded Miguel as the yellow hue spilled into the drawer.

“There you are,” Liam said. “Hey, Luna and I are going to watch a movie. I was wondering if you want to join us.” Liam looked at Miguel’s surroundings. “What’s going on here?”

“Leave me alone, please.”

“Umm, sure. Hey, everything alright?”

Miguel remained silent.

“Are you hungry, dude? Want me to get you anything?”

More silence met Liam. He cautiously walked away from Miguel and left the bedroom, only to return ten minutes later. He stuck his hand in the drawer and dropped off a downsizer table beside Miguel.

“I got you some dinner. There’s shredded steak with mashed potatoes. I also got you some water bottles and beer. I wasn’t sure what you were in the mood for.”

Liam stood by, waiting for Miguel to do something or say something. But the tiny man remained frozen, looking out into nothing. Liam nodded to himself and walked away.

He returned to the bedroom sometime later to check on Miguel and found that he had eaten most of the meal and drank all the beer. Miguel was lying on his wife’s panties, just staring up at the ceiling.

Liam let out a snort. “Why are you in here, dude? Did your wife trap you here?”

Miguel shook his head.

“Well, you look bored as shit. Come, hang out with Luna and me.” He lowered his hand next to the tiny man. Miguel didn’t move a millimeter. “I’m going to keep bugging you until you do.”

Miguel turned his head lazily at the giant man and gave him a dirty look that probably went over Liam’s head. Miguel didn’t want to do anything with the man fucking his wife. But saying that in his head sounded so strange. Wife. Was Sofia still his wife after all she’s done and said? Liam can have her. Miguel thought. He climbed onto the giant’s hand and sat in the center of palm, instantly disgusted he was touching another man.

Liam lifted him out of the dresser and took him to the living room. Miguel hated to admit how gentle and caring the ride was. Almost made him forget he was riding the palm of a human, since Sofia’s movements were always so rough and vomit-inducing. Liam set Miguel down on a couch pillow and sat beside it.

“Miguel!” Luna shouted. “How are you? I haven’t seen you in, like, forever!” She ran up to him and gave him a hug by standing on her tiptoes. “Are you okay? You look so … off?” She broke from the hug and looked up at him.

“Luna …” He struggled with his words. “Can you …” Miguel felt emotions slam into him out of nowhere. Almost threatening to bring a tear to his eyes. Almost. “Luna, can you hug me again?”

“Of course, silly!” She practically threw herself onto him and gripped his body as tightly as she could. “Ooo, you feel so tense. Imma hug those knots right out of you, big man!” Luna swiveled her body while hugging Miguel. “Luna’s patented, grade-A hugs should do the trick!”

Miguel just let out a breath, feeling his stress leave his soul. He cherished the hug and hesitantly brought his arms behind Luna’s petite frame and hugged her tightly. Gigantic movements coming from her peripheral reminded him that this tiny woman’s monstrous husband was right beside them, watching everything. And he had the power to knock the daylights out of him with a pinky finger.

“Want a beer?” Liam asked, unconcerned that his wife was amorously hugging another man.

“Umm, sure,” Miguel said.

Liam got right up and went to the kitchen, no questions asked. These two … Liam and Luna practically ruined his marriage and his life, yet they were the only ones that showed him any kindness or respect. He felt much safer in their presence than he did with Sofia.

Liam [E], Luna, & Miguel

===

Half the movie passed, and Miguel sat close by with Luna. They had their arms wrapped around each other and were playing with each other’s hands. Miguel played with Luna’s fingers, enjoying their softness against his rough skin. These simple touches between two people of the same size were so nice for Miguel.

“Damn, she’s hot,” Liam said, referring to the lead actress in the movie. He had one beer in his left hand, while his right stroked his cock through his shorts.

“Look, he’s getting all worked up,” Luna said to Miguel. She had a wide smile as her excitement grew to match her husband’s. “Wanna go play with his cock?”

“No!” Miguel almost shouted. “I’ve told you, I’m not like that.”

“Like what?”

“I’m not gay.”

Luna giggled as her hands slipped between Miguel’s legs and felt his erection. “No one is saying that, sweetie. But judging by what I feel down here, I’m guessing you like his size.” She continued stroking Miguel’s cock through his sweats. “Same reason I don’t mind playing with your wife—that one time she let me—because even though I’m not a lesbian. I love how big she is! And that’s what I’m attracted to.” Luna sighed. “Look at Liam, Miguel. He’s soooo big. Even your wife has a hard time taking his cock. Aren’t you at least impressed by his size?”

Miguel swallowed as he stared at Luna. Against his will, he took a glance at the bulge hiding underneath Liam’s shorts.

“Babe,” Luna shouted to her husband. “Take out your dick! We want to see it!”

Miguel shook his head and was about to say something, but Liam was quicker. He undid his waistband button and unzipped his shorts, releasing his enormous penis.

“Let’s go play!” Luna grabbed his hand and tried tugging, but Miguel pulled back.

“No, thanks!”

Luna shrugged and hopped across the couch until she was on her husband’s hips. She wrapped her arms around his enormous meat and started kissing and licking him. His manhood dwarfed Luna, making her look like a little field mouse next to a cucumber.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Liam said, his eyes still glued to the TV while Luna played with his cock. “Is Sofia against playing with Luna? Seems like every time she gets close, Sofia pushes her away.”

Miguel looked away and tried focusing on the TV. “I don’t know. Maybe you should ask her?”

“I guess I should.” He took a sip of his beer. “Oh, hey, I got this idea of a foursome I’ve been wanting to try out. So, you and Luna go inside Sofia—”

Miguel groaned.

“And then I fuck Sofia. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.”

“Honey!” Luna whined. “You’re too big for us to try that! You won’t leave us any room with your big dick.”

“But what if I went really slow?”

“No!”

Sofia, Beth, & Mateo

===

Sofia borrowed Liam’s car to drive across town to the restaurant Mateo chose. She showed up 15 minutes late and apologized profusely to the mixed-sized couple. After that was done, she grabbed Mateo from his downsized table without asking and showered him with kisses.

“M’hijito!” With both hands, she brought him up to her plump lips. Each kiss taking up half his body.

Beth restrained herself, already pissed off by how Mateo’s mother rough-handed him.

“Mom!” Mateo whined. “Put me down.”

Sofia sat in her seat and cradled Mateo close to her chest, looking down at him like a guardian angel. They made small talk before Sofia felt comfortable enough to set Mateo back down on the table. He returned to his downsized table, where Beth extended a protective hand that she kept close. Sofia looked up at her as if it were a challenge.

They got their meals and talked so more. Sofia was concerned about her son’s well-being, but Mateo and Beth assured her that Mateo was in capable hands. Beth left for the bathroom and left Mateo and Sofia alone.

“M’hijo, tell for real. Is she treating you well?”

Mateo laughed. “Yes, she is! I’ve told you already. Beth’s the greatest.”

“She doesn’t push you around or force you to do things you don’t want to do?”

“What? No.”

“If you say no to anything, does she listen?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“She listens to you?”

“Yeah, mom.” Mateo was scratching his head. “Even if I say nothing, Beth makes sure I’m cool with everything we do. Why are you asking so much?”

“M’hijo, she’s the big one in your relationship. She can do whatever she wants to you. And that scares me.”

“True, I guess. But Beth isn’t a sadistic control freak.” He bit into his bread and dipped into the steak sauce on his plate. “Yeah, I’m small, and we find that fun and interesting. But Beth never uses her size against me.”

Sofia pulled her head back and furrowed her brows. “Not once? Are you telling me that girl doesn’t, I don’t know, punish you or forces you to do things?”

“What? I’m not Beth’s slave. I’m her boyfriend.”

“You’re not just saying that because you’re afraid I’ll take you away from her?” She drank from her wine. She sat poised, with a look of concern on her face.

“Oh, god no.” He set the bread down and cleaned his hands with a white cloth napkin. “I’m being a hundred percent honest. Beth and I’ve been having the best times of our lives together.”

Beth returned, and the idle chitchat continued between the three. Sofia got around to the news of her job at the DPS. This piqued Mateo’s interest. Sofia explained all the cool gadgets she saw.

“So, mom, you should probably know that … me and Beth are in love with each other.”

It felt like a dull knife going through her heart. “What?” she asked, hardly above a whisper. It was good news, in that Beth’s treatment of Mateo was good enough to warrant such a powerful emotion. It was horrible in that Beth was stealing her son’s heart away from her. “Are you sure?”

“I’d say we're pretty sure,” Beth said, placing her index finger next to Mateo’s cheek. He grabbed it and gave her digit a peck.

“M’hijo, this is what you really want? A mixed-size relationship?”

Mateo laughed. “It’s Beth who I want.”

Dinner finished, with Beth and Mateo finally convincing Sofia of their love and Mateo’s well-being under the giant girl. Sofia reminded Mateo to give her regular phone calls and texts. A part of her still couldn’t believe Beth wasn’t mistreating her son. But the two just seemed so damn in love with each other. Constantly staring at each other like Sofia didn’t exist. Beth with her glow and Mateo with wondrous eyes every time he looked up at Beth.

There had to be a catch.

There was no way Beth didn’t let the size and power difference not get into her head. If Mateo didn’t want a kiss, would he say no? Would she respect that? Or would he be too scared to say no? Because if it was between Sofia and Miguel, it didn’t matter what Miguel wanted. Only Sofia’s wants mattered.

Sofia paid for the check and as they parted in the parking lot, Sofia kept watching Beth. The girl had extremely long legs, accentuated by her high-cut dress and platform heels. She was holding her son in her palm, laughing and kissing him. She poked him like he was a little bird perched on her finger. It almost seemed like Beth was talking to herself as she walked down the sidewalk, almost out of Sofia’s view.

Sofia stood by her car and just watched until Beth faded into the fog. There was never a moment, nor a hint, that Beth had any malice or ill-will towards her son. She was thrilled and giddy just being in Mateo’s presence.

She scoffed. “Just the honeymoon phase.” She unlocked the car and sat in the driver’s seat, starting the engine. “Be married for almost 20 years and let me know how it’s going. Mateo will crawl back to me, asking me to protect him from that …” Sofia couldn’t think of anything bad to say about the girl.

Sofia hated—HATED that Beth was perfect for her son. She had a boyfriend—not a slave or plaything. Sofia’s hands trembled as she held onto the steering wheel. She kept thinking of Miguel.

Miguel

===

Sofia opened the drawer and found Miguel where she left him. His attitude seemed just like she left him hours ago. “Mateo says hello.”

“That’s nice,” Miguel said, not bothering to turn to face her. He remained seated, staring off into nothing.

Sofia, getting uncomfortable from the silence, asked, “Have questions about how he’s doing?”

“I’d rather ask him myself. Can I have my phone back?”

There was a pause before she responded. “No.”

“So, am I grounded or something? Is that what this is, Sofia? Want to spank me like you did to our son?”

“Don’t start, Miguel.”

“Or what? You’ll throw me in a shoebox?”

“Like a fucking teenager. I’m trying to give you an update on our son, who left us for a human girl we know nothing about. Aren’t you the least bit concern?”

"I’m not concerned. Far from it. I'm happy for Mateo, because I know he's better off with that girl than a psychopath like you!"

Sofia slammed the dresser drawer closed, sending Miguel flying to the other side, colliding with the wall against his shoulder. He didn’t move. His body ached, and he was afraid he might’ve broken something.

“Not smart talking to me like that, Miguel.” She said through the closed drawer. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood, otherwise I—”

Blah, blah, blah. Miguel said in his head. His wife was spouting threats and continued to belittle him, but Miguel had enough. He tuned her out and rolled his body onto Sofia’s clean underwear. He groaned as he made himself a makeshift bed out of the cotton and went to sleep.

Days passed for Miguel. Each day passed with a beat, broken up by sleep and sporadic meals.

Sofia continued fucking Liam. Part of Miguel knew she was doing it to humiliate him more than anything. But Sofia didn’t know that Miguel stopped caring about her infidelity. Each passing minute living in the drawer made Sofia seem less like a wife and more like a warden. Her actions, whatever their original intentions were, only proved that Miguel and Sofia were no longer a couple.

“Have you thought about divorce?” he asked her many times. This instance was in the morning as readied for work. They were in the bathroom, and he just finished using the sink as a toilet.

She let out a laugh. “Miguel, you’re not leaving me. When will you get that in your head?”

“When will you realize this isn’t a marriage, and that you’re keeping me around as a pet?”

“I don’t care.” Hairspray went all over the bathroom as she put the finishing touches to her bangs. Miguel felt the droplets of hairspray already sticking to his clothes and skin. “Call it whatever you want. You’re not leaving me.”

“Are you going to keep fucking Liam?”

“Of course!”

“In that case, I’ll fuck Luna.”

Sofia snorted. “You do that again, and I’ll snip your dick off with a nail clipper.”

They argued some more, but Sofia always has the last words. Her wrapping Miguel within her coiled fist often did the trick in shutting him up.

Sofia was producing less milk, but the few streams that came out were still gallons compared to Miguel. She bottled and froze her production, always keeping a stock in the freezer. Sometimes she gave Miguel actual food from her meals. These scraps were few and far in between.

Liam, Miguel, and Luna

===

“Oh, shoot, I forgot my wallet,” Liam said. “I’ll meet you in the car, Sofia.”

Liam and Sofia commuted to work together, and this morning was rather typical, in that Liam was the last one out of the house. He went straight for Sofia’s bedroom and opened the top dresser drawer.

“You guys still fighting?” Liam asked. “Want me to talk to Sofia, dude?”

“Save your breath,” Miguel said

Liam lowered his hand in the drawer, and Miguel jumped right in. One minute later, Miguel re-united with Luna in her bedroom. Luna jumped into Miguel’s arms and gave him a peck on the cheeks, while Miguel hugged her tightly.

“Have fun, you two. And dude, be sure to—”

“I know, don’t worry,” Miguel said. “I’ll make it back to my place before you and Sofia get back home.”

Miguel and Luna

===

And so, Miguel and Luna spent time together while the humans went to work. Liam always found unique ways of rescuing Miguel if Sofia imprisoned him in the dresser drawer. Other times, maybe twice, she’d leave Miguel on top of the dresser, where Mateo’s living quarters still stood. But anytime Sofia was angry with Miguel, which was most of the time, she’d throw him in the dresser.

“Is she abusing you?” Luna asked. “Liam and I are really concerned about you, Miguel. If your wife is abusing her size—”

He kissed her while planting his hands on her cheeks. She reciprocated the kiss and hugged his waist. Liam would always leave each dresser drawer slightly open, undiscernible to the casual eye. But these openings allowed Miguel to climb the dresser and slip into the top on his own. Sofia hadn’t noticed, as the dresser was old and rickety. But to Miguel, it was a giant obstacle course that conditioned and trained his body. As Luna wrapped her arms around Miguel, she felt the hardness in his abs and body.

Miguel’s tongue felt around inside Luna, and as he pulled back, he sucked on her lower lip, tasting her sweet chapstick. He looked down at her eyes, and she looked back up with her puppy dog eyes. She admired him.

Respected him.

“Wanna fool around?” he asked.

Luna smiled widely. “Are you sure? What would Sofia think?”

Miguel shook his head. “Why would humans care what a couple of cute downsizers do?”

They made love everyday while the humans were away at work. Miguel was free as a bird when he was alone with Luna. The immense home was all theirs; and they fucked like rabbits in every fun spot they could think of, such as the TV remote, on top of sliced bread, on Liam’s computer speaker while it played Barry White. It was exhilarating just running around the house, naked and fucking in the oddest places. Like one time they did it on Sofia’s brand-new trousers she bought for work. Miguel, feeling spiteful, pulled out from Luna and came all over the expensive fabric. It would escape Sofia’s vision, but that wasn’t the point.

Liam and Sofia

===

It’s been a wild past couple of weeks for Sofia. The agency assigned Liam as her partner while she was on probation. He took her to all the hotspots around the city, looking for legitimate downsizers in need of help. They watched security camera footage and ensured every human carrying a downsizer had an MHIP and with current CoH issued. It got tedious sometimes, but Sofia loved the authority that came with her badge.

“DPS, I’m Special Agent Rodriguez. I’m sorry to stop you, but I noticed you carrying a downsizer.”

It was a touristy part of the city, in a plaza with public fountains and wide spaces surrounded by high-rises. Sofia spotted a man slipping a downsizer into those fanny packs that slung across the shoulder. Liam taught Sofia how to use the portable recognition tool, which looked like a radar gun. The facial recognition software came up with a name and cross-referenced MHIP database. The man’s name was Rusty, and he didn’t have an MHIP on file. Which meant he had no business carrying a downsizer.

“You saw wrong, lady,” Rusty said as he turned to walk away. He was a tall, scrawny man with a large Adam’s apple.

Liam grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. He and Sofia flashed their badges. Rusty visibly shook as he eyed both agents in their suits and dark sunglasses.

“Hand over your bag,” Sofia said, pointing at his fanny pack.

“Listen, I don’t got time for this!” He was about to walk away. Liam could’ve stopped him, but he wanted Sofia to take the lead.

Sofia jabbed him in the chest. “Listen, you piece of shit. I know your name, where you live, where you work—fuck, I know the name of your kindergarten teacher. I know everything about you. And that means I know you don’t have an MHIP. If you try to obstruct my official business one more time, I’ll make sure you’ll never see sunlight again. Now, start ‘fessing up. You got a downsizer in there? Because if I have to take that bag forcefully from you and find a downsizer in there, I’m gonna fuck you up.”

Liam nodded proudly. She was a natural.

Rusty was sweating bullets. His tone changed to one that was of a man pleading at church. “You don’t understand. It’s my wife. She’s given me consent! I just can’t afford all the MHIP fees right now!”

“Hand her over to me,” Sofia said, unmoved by the man.

“W-what are you going to do? Please! She just wanted to get out of the apartment for fresh air! We’re not harming anyone. When I get the money, I’ll get the stupid MHIP. C’mon, be reasonable.”

“If your downsized wife is not in my hand in the next 5 seconds, I’m going to strip search you right here, right now, in public.”

“Okay, okay, Jesus Christ.”

Rusty obliged and handed over his crying wife to Sofia. She too pleaded with the agents that her husband had her consent. Sofia said something about the laws were for her protection, and they shouldn’t think they didn’t apply to them because they were husband and wife.

The tiny wife screamed as Liam cuffed him and took him to their vehicle. The entire car ride home, the wife pleaded with Sofia that her husband did no wrong. Sofia simply grinned. “This is for your safety.” Sofia held the woman in her hand below her massive breasts. Sofia found the rush of nabbing a bad guy exhilarating, and she yearned for bigger crimes.

At the DPS building, the agents processed Rusty. His crime wasn’t serious enough to warrant him being downsized, but it came with heavy fines and points docked on Rusty’s record. This would make getting the MHIP even more difficult.

“What will I do?” the downsized wife asked from Sofia’s palm. “I have nowhere to go. I don’t know anyone at Lilliputian Lakes. You can’t split me from my husband!”

Sofia shrugged. “I’m sure they got a homeless program.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

Sofia placed the wife on her desk and kicked up her feet. “You’ll be fine. We’ll take you to Lilliputian Lakes. You can ask someone there for help. They won’t let you live on the streets—I don’t think.”

Moments later, Liam came by Sofia’s desk, in the bullpen, with Rusty right behind him. The mixed-size couples lit up upon seeing each other. Rusty reached in for his wife, but Sofia slapped his hand away.

“Sofia, it’s okay,” Liam said.

Rusty collected his wife, and the couple were gushing and crying in joy to be re-united. Rusty thanked Liam a hundred times before rushing out of the DPS.

“What was that?” Sofia asked, standing up in annoyance with brows furrowed.

“Looked like a happy couple to me.” He sat on her desk with his arms crossed.

“He doesn’t have an MHIP—he can’t be holding her!”

Liam chuckled. “I recall you didn’t have one when you held your husband.”

“Huh?”

“As agents, we can use our discretion on a case-by-case basis. Rusty ain’t no criminal. What they’re doing is stupid, but there’s no point splitting them. I gave him a temporary MHIP, and he promised not to carry his wife in public until he gets his shit squared away.”

“What the hell? Why did we waste our time stopping him then?”

“Well, we didn’t know their situation. But after hearing the downsize wife’s cry for her husband, and my interview with him, they convinced me they’re just going through hard times. But now we know. Things could’ve been different, Sofia. If that guy was kidnapping a downsizer or trafficking her, we would’ve stopped a serious crime. That’s how these things go. Make sense?”

“I guess.” Sofia flopped down in her chair.

Liam [E], Sofia, and Miguel

===

Sofia loved sleeping with Liam. He was insatiable, with an unrelenting sex drive that Sofia could hardly keep up with. What made her time with Liam even more special was fucking him within earshot of Miguel.

Sofia would go as far as grabbing Miguel and tucking him in her bra as she rode Liam’s fat cock. The difference between his hard shaft inside her, and Miguel’s minute movements against her tits, was laughable. Here he was, struggling against her soft mammary while she took Liam’s towering cock that was four times his height and far girthier. She would never admit to Miguel that his cheating on her was probably for the best. Otherwise, she would’ve never experienced Liam’s titanic lovemaking.

“Miguel, look. My leg is still twitching.” She was in the bathroom with her husband, after a long, drawn-out fuck session with Liam. “If sex was an Olympic sport, Liam would get gold. Oh my God, I’m so lucky to have found him.”

She sat on the toilet wearing only a shirt. Clumps of Liam’s cum falling into the toilet bowl below. She set Miguel on the rim of the seat between her thighs, so he had a front and center view of her exhausted pussy.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “I need to start sleeping with him. And I don’t mean sex, I mean sleeping in the same bed as him. What do you think about that?” She was trying to get under Miguel’s skin. “I’ll have to kick Luna out. That shouldn’t be difficult. I think Liam is really into me, which is a good thing, because I’ve been into him since we first met.” She grinned. “Don’t you like Liam? Isn’t he the best?”

Miguel's response was both truthful and delivered in a way that showed Sofia failed to upset him. “Yeah, he’s pretty cool.”

“What?”

Sofia shook her head. “I thought you said you liked Liam.”

“I do. He’s done a lot for us.”

“Like satisfy me sexually?”

Miguel held out both his hands and said, “Sure.”

Sofia let out a humph and urinated into the toilet in front of her husband. Not satisfied by Miguel’s sudden pacifism, she said, “You know he’s better than you in every way. He has a successful career and makes a ton of money. He’s tall, has a bigger dick than you could dream of, and is more of a man than you ever were. You couldn’t even support your family in your forties, which is why you tried downsizing us all. Thank God it didn’t work on me.”

Miguel stared at her. He tried withholding his emotions while she made a sinister grin—all this happening while a stream of golden urine poured out of her, directly in front of him. It might’ve been the ammonia in the air—or her words—but Miguel’s eyes stung. He turned his head away from Sofia and crossed his arms. Sofia smiled widely, knowing she had won. She patted herself with some toilet paper and took her husband back to the bed.

“Miguel, I got your favorite.” Sofia dropped a massive burrito, the size of a bus, in front of him. Cooked with carne asada and a whole Hatch, New Mexico green chili inside, the burrito was beyond savory and spicy, just the way he liked it. “Wanna share?”

This had to be another game of Sofia’s, but Miguel couldn’t resist the burrito codenamed: The Incredible Hulk. “Umm, sure.” He tried to play it cool.

Sofia unwrapped the foil and took a bite. She set it back down on the table in front of him. Sofia encouraged him to have some. Miguel walked into the alcove of the burrito created by Sofia's gigantic bite and moved his head forward to make his own tiny bite. He tore off some of the grilled meat, consuming some char and guacamole sauce together. It was just as good as when he was human, though he didn’t have the pleasure of experiencing all the ingredients in one bite. Still, tasting the meat and sauce was heavenly.

The entire burrito disappeared from his view as Sofia lifted it to her mouth. She tore off a car-sized chunk and mercilessly chewed it within her unrelenting maw. She had her elbows on the dining room table. Afternoon light from the scorching sun shone in through the blinds in the kitchen. It was quiet in the house, save for Sofia’s chewing.

The burrito returned, mutilated, and bleeding spicy sauce. Sofia ate a chunk that took up more mass than what was Miguel. As he stood in the void in the burrito, the distinctive teeth marks on the food's wall, Migue realized what she was doing. She wasn’t treating him to his favorite food …

“Already full?” she asked, while chewing and smacking her lips. “You eat like a mouse.”

Miguel rolled his eyes. She can say whatever she wants. It wasn’t going to work on him, because she’d forgotten just how much he loves this style of burrito. He took a bite of the green chili and scooped some of the white melted cheese into his hand. The flavors exploded in his mouth. Far better than her milk or any other food served in the household. After finishing a micro chunk of the chili, he ate the cheese in his hands.

Sofia lifted the burrito and stuck an enormous piece in her mouth. Miguel turned around in time to see her jaw open wide and hear her teeth masticating a truck-full of food within her mouth. As she set the rest back on the plate, a blob of chili, meat, and sauce dripped and fell on Miguel. The impact was enough to send him to his knees, smacking the table hard. As Miguel got up, he cleared a glob of cheese from his ears, just in time to hear Sofia laugh.

“Was that too much for you?” she asked through bouts of laughter. “Oh my god, not even a bite of food landed on you, and you almost got knocked out cold.”

“I wasn’t expecting it, is all.”

“Pobrecito ¿El queso y la carne fueron demasiado para ti?”

“I’m fine, okay?” He didn’t care anymore that she was fucking Liam—he accepted her infidelity, and that the marriage was over. But that goddamn mocking tone of hers irked the shit out of him more than anything. He flicked both hands, trying to fling the spicy sauce off him. “You need to run a bath for me.”

“Too much work.” She plucked her husband with two fingers and held him up to her dark brown eyes. The harsh and abrupt movement was enough to make him sick. “I know a far easier way to clean you up.”

“And what’s that?”

Sofia opened her mouth and sensually licked her top lips.

“Fuck,” Miguel said under his breath. He should’ve seen this coming.

The tip of Sofia’s tongue started with his cheeks before moving across his face. She lapped up the sauce from his face like a starving rottweiler. Her tongue forced the spicy sauce into Miguel’s eye sockets, causing them to sting and tear up.

“Mi amor! You’re tasty as fuck.” This time, she stuck his lollipop-sized head between her lips and nearly blew out his ears as she sucked on him. What started as tease ended up as a delicacy tasting event like those rich snobs have when visiting California’s wine country. Miguel shoulder’s and then his torso were in his wife’s mouth. “Ho-ly, fuuuk,” she said with a full mouth. Yes, the guacamole sauce was amazing, but Miguel’s body added a certain pizazz that Sofia found unexpectantly delicious.

Miguel mentally prepared for her tricks—he had to because that was her MO for the past couple of weeks—but he never thought he’d end up in her mouth. Sofia’s mouth was a damp, dark cave, reeking of delicious Mexican food. With some periodic light, he could see details he’s never seen before as a human. The subtle stains on her teeth, shredded food stuck between her white pillars, and her uvula, hanging from the back of her mouth that reminded him of cartoons depicting dragons swallowing a knight whole.

Sofia leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, focusing her senses on her husband’s plight. He tasted so good! She wasn’t sure if he was trying to fight back or not, but if he was, it was shockingly pitiful. Soon Miguel was completely inside her mouth. She lathered him up with saliva and sucked on him like a jaw breaker until his flavors dissipated after several excruciating minutes. She spat him out into her palm and looked with the curiosity of a child who’s just tried ice cream for the first time.

“You’re so lucky I’m full,” she said. “Because you tasted better than that burrito. Oh, that reminds me! Want to hear something amazing? You know how Liam executes criminal humans by shrinking them? Well, he’s told me about the creative ways he ends their lives. At first, I thought it was really, really fucked up.” She placed a hand over her chest. “But after tasting you … I kinda get it. Want to know what he does? He sometimes eats them. Like … whole. Swallows them so they digest in his stomach.”

She brought Miguel closer to her lips and licked them with her sultry tongue.

“I’m looking forward to eating a bad guy.” She let out a breath over her tiny, shaking husband. “Almost makes me want to make you my first, Miguel.”

His face dropped, and he looked up at her with terrified eyes. He almost believed her. Hell, she was willing to microwave him. Was eating him that far off?

Sofia giggled. “Oh my god, did you think I’d eat you?” She let out a patter of laughter. “Not worth it. And I’m not talking about getting arrested for eating you. I’m just saying, you’re what? Like 80 calories?”

Liam, Luna, and Miguel

===

The gloves were off. Miguel had Luna bent over on the downsized couch kept on the coffee table. He took her doggy style, the sounds of their bodies slapping together sounding soft like a one-handed clap. While they went at it, Liam watched with wide eyes, both hands glued to the coffee table.

“C’mon babe,” Liam said to his wife. “You gotta let me jerk off to you guys.”

“No!” Luna giggled between moans as Miguel thrusted hard into her.

“You heard her,” Miguel said. “You got yours with Sofia. This time is for us, only.”

“This is so fucked up!” Liam groaned. His own dick was hard watching the live downsized porn unfolding before his eyes, but he couldn’t do anything about it. “At least fuck in my underwear. If I feel you guys rub up against me, I can get off.”

“This isn’t about you,” Miguel said.

Sofia was out running errands, such as grocery shopping and dropping her clothes off at the tailors. These seldom moments where she left Miguel home alone with Liam and Luna just meant the three had insane fun like this. Miguel fucked Luna many more times like this when he had the opportunity, uncaring about Sofia and the consequences. And what made his rendezvous that much sweeter with Luna was withholding pleasure from Liam. Miguel liked not being cucked for once.

“One stroke?” Liam asked. “That’s all I need!”

“No!” Luna shouted with a series of giggles.

Liam and Sofia

===

“Are you and Miguel doing alright?” Liam asked.

They were at work, at the DPS building, shooting the shit in the bullpen. Liam sat on Sofia’s desk, covering some paperwork under his ass. A haze of burned coffee and stale donut smell filled the air. Phones rung, keyboards clacking, and idle chitchat set the ambience in the dull colored open office configuration.

“Yeah, of course,” Sofia said, almost offended, but mostly smiling at Liam’s concern. “Miguel downsizing brought us closer together, far better than any marriage therapy could.”

“You guys went to therapy?”

“Nah, just a figure of speech.”

“Hmm. Okay. And you’re sure Miguel is cool with you being human, and him not?”

Sofia furrowed her brows. “Why do you ask? Did he say something?”

Liam shrugged and stuck his hands in his pocket. “I noticed you keep him in the bedroom locked up. He’s free to roam the house, y’know. Luna would love the company.”

Sofia’s smile vanished. “He’s fine. He likes his alone time.” She leaned far back in her chair.

Someone tip-toed behind Liam, just out of view. They tapped on his shoulder, making Liam snap his head back at the source. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped when he saw who it was.

“Ain’t no way! Evie?”

“Surprise!” Evie shouted, with her arms out.

Evie was a slim woman, with an average height of 5’3.” Her business outfit, light blue blouse with stripes and khaki-colored trousers, wrapped around her petite body like plastic wrap. Evie’s smile was wide and open-mouthed, showing off her perfect teeth and infectious personality. Curvy brown hair stopped right at the shoulder and complimented her olive-toned skin.

Liam jumped off Sofia’s desk and gave the shorter woman a hug. It was just past being a professional hug, Sofia noted. More of a long-time friendship hug.

“Liam! They haven’t fired you yet?” Evie asked as she stepped back from the tall, athletic man.

“You kidding me? I’m the best agent this place had ever seen. I’m shocked the boss hasn’t promoted me yet. What are you doing here?”

“I work here now!”

“You’re shitting me!”

Liam heard Sofia clear her throat behind him. He had completely forgotten about her and didn’t even notice her stand up beside him.

“Are you going to introduce me, Liam?” Sofia asked. She proudly stood tall with her heavy breasts prominently on display.

“Oh, shit. Yeah,” Liam said. “Hey Evie, I’d like you to meet our newest agent. This is Misses Sofia Rodriguez.” Sofia extended her hand out to shake the shorter woman and was about to say a greeting when Liam said, “Sofia’s my roommate.”

Sofia froze. Her words vanishing from her lips and mind as she reeled back from what Liam said. Roommate? She thought. I’m just his roommate? But I thought we were … She kept thinking about what he said and why it bothered her so much. And it bothered her a lot. Why not say this is my ‘girlfriend’ or ‘lover?’ Shit, she’d take ‘good friend’ over fucking roommate. What the hell was wrong with him? Why say something so insulting like roommate? Is that all she was to Liam? Unless he chose that noun because he didn’t want his relationship with Sofia to seem deep to Evie.

Evie could see something conflicting within Sofia, so she took the initiative and reached out for Sofia’s hand, shaking it like a couple of professional colleagues.

“Pleasure to meet you, Sofia.” Evie was energetic, chipper, and a ray of sunshine all in one. She shook the larger woman’s hand, almost throwing Sofia off-balance. “I can’t wait to work with you.”

Sofia’s throat ached. “Great to meet you,” was all Sofia could say.

“What they got you doing out here?” Liam asked Evie.

“I’m the new ops director.” She smiled.

Liam laughed. “You got promoted? That’s amazing, Evie. I’m so happy for you. And look at that, you’re our boss now.”

Sofia didn’t like this. This short woman, who had some history with Liam, was now her boss?

“Just for operations,” Evie said. “I’m not your direct supervisor. Listen, I just dropped to say ‘hi’ but I gotta run to a meeting now. We really need to sit down and catch up.”

“Hey, I know. Would you like to come over for dinner?” Liam asked. “I still live in the same place. Oh shit! You and Luna need to catch up. Guess what that crazy girl of mine did …? She downsized!”

Evie’s eyes lit up. “Downsized? You’re kidding?”

This insufferable conversation went for countless minutes. Sofia just stood there, forgotten, as Liam caught up with his good friend. Sofia cracked her knuckles as he made dinner arrangements with Evie at his place. Liam was as giddy as a schoolboy talking to her. But Sofia knew this shouldn’t bother her. She was taller and far more voluptuous than Evie. Sofia laughed internally. No man would leave her for another woman.

“I’ve known Evie since college,” Liam said as he drove them home. “We went dated but had to break up when she moved. We agreed that a long-distance relationship wouldn’t work. Lucky for me, I met Luna, and that crazy chick stole my heart.”

“You ever fuck Evie?” Sofia asked.

“Huh?” Liam took his eyes off the road and looked at Sofia, shocked. A car horn blared and brought his attention back to the road.

Downsizing by MXP