Downsizing

Dinner Party

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Miguel wondered what was on Sofia’s mind. She wasn’t her usual bitchy self. Typically, she’d be scheming new ways of demeaning him or entrapping him somewhere humiliating. No, instead she looked frazzled as she ran between the bathroom and the vanity table, getting herself ready for a guest coming for dinner. Sofia didn’t tell Miguel anything, so his mind had to guess what this dinner was all about. Because Sofia spent so much time sprucing herself up, he thought maybe their guest was another dude with an enormous dick.

Liam worked in the kitchen, preparing potatoes and baked lemon chicken. He set a couple of bottles of red wine on the table, sweat dripping down his back as he tried making everything perfect. Luna was on the kitchen counter, flanked by carrots and celery he was chopping, talking his ears off, excited to see Evie again after so many years.

“Do you think she’ll hold me?” Luna asked. “She must hold me, Liam! I want her to cuddle and kiss me. Look at me? I’m cute, right?” Luna was wearing a white shirt tucked into a red plaid skirt. Her hair was in a pony, and makeup on her face made her cheeks look like they were blushing.

“Adorable, babe!” He tossed the veggies into the steamer.

“How’d she look?”

“Oh, you know … Just like she did in college. Plain, homely, and a little older.”

Luna smiled. “You don’t have to lie! Was she hot?”

Liam stopped moving around in the kitchen to look down at his wife. “Yeah.”

“Do you think you have a shot at her again?”

“Luna! C’mon, why would you ask something like that? I don’t see Evie that way.”

“Shut up,” Luna laughed. “Baby! You know me! I think it would be so romantic for you and Evie to hook up again. It’s so sad how you left things.”

“But babe, if Evie never transferred out of our Podunk school, we would’ve never broken up, and I would’ve never met you.”

“True. True. Oh, my! Do you know what this means then? It’s fate that brought her back here right after I downsized. You two can pick up things where you left off! Me included, of course. Oh, I remember how sad Evie visited us a year after she left? Do you remember what she told me? She said she was so happy you found someone as remarkable as me. I melted right there!” Luna did a pirouette, flourishing her skirt outwards. She held her hands close to the chest. “Ex-girlfriends are never that nice to the new girlfriends! We got along so well during that visit. I was so sad to see her go. No one—no one!—would’ve believed I was getting along so well with your ex.”

“Yeah …” Liam stopped cooking to reminisce about Evie. “Hey babe, no matter what happens, I just want you to know I’m happily married to you and I never want to let you go.”

“But?” Luna placed her arms behind her back and stood patiently for Liam to finish his sentence.

“What if something re-kindles between me and Evie?”

“Oh, I know it’s gonna happen. And when it does—you better include me, bub. No more sidelining or ignoring me. Capisce? I better be between my humans at all times.”

Liam greeted Evie at the door with an amorous hug that lifted her off her feet. She was full of smiles and laughter as the two reunited at the door’s archway. Evie wore a brown skirt that ended above the knees and a slim-cut blouse that, if she raised both arms, her midriff would be exposed.

Sofia stood back in the hallway, concerned for Liam and irritated by Evie’s presence. Sofia went with jeans and a V-neck shirt that displayed her cleavage, which was more for Liam than anyone else.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” Liam said, not wanting to break from the hug.

“Thanks for inviting me!” Evie pulled away but held onto both his hands longer than what was appropriate. “So, what are the house rules? Shoes on or off?”

“Guest’s choice.” Liam refused to release her hands.

“I guess I’ll take them off. Downsizer safety, after all.” She was all smiles as she pulled her white Keds off. She also took off her socks and stuffed them into her shoes.

“Downsizer? Oh! Yeah, you gotta meet Luna. She’s been dying to—” Liam turned, about to sprint to the kitchen, when he nearly bumped into Sofia. She gave him a did-you-forget-about-me look. “Oh, Sofia! You met Evie.”

Not the introduction she expected. She walked around Liam and bent over at the hips to meet Evie in the eyes as she shook her hand. “Nice to see you again, Evie.”

“Sofia! How are you?” Evie got on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around Sofia’s neck and give her a hug. “It’s great to meet you again! It’s so cool you are roommates with Liam. That must make commuting to work so easy.”

“Umm, well, yeah, it is.” Roommate? Sofia screamed in her head.

“Oh great,” Miguel said sarcastically. “Another giant woman to deal with?”

“You’re gonna love Evie!” Luna said. They were on the dining table. Luna was making sure everything was in order, with silverware and plates positioned just perfectly. Miguel was tailing her between the plates. “She’s just like me. Evie loves life, and she loves Liam—or at least she did. I think she did. I hope she does, or at least enough to hook up with him again. Because if those two get horny, I’m going to be between them, getting front row seats to the action.”

Miguel shook his head and rolled his eyes. “You want another woman to fuck your husband? Sofia’s already doing that.”

“But … no offense, but she doesn’t play with me. I don’t mind all the fucking they do, but why can’t I join? Ugh, it’s so frustrating. But please say nothing to Sofia!”

“Evie, Evie! It’s you! You’re finally here, oh my god, Evie!” Luna sprinted across the table and almost leaped off the edge.

Evie went from giddy to shocked, afraid her tiny friend was going to jump. She took two giant steps over to the table, her bare feet slapping against the linoleum floor, her hands out prepared to catch Luna. Her legs, hidden behind her skirt, were up against the table, and in the jostle of stepping forward, her blouse rode up.

Miguel stood back in wonderment. Sofia and Liam were the primary humans he’s been in contact with. There was that moment with Beth, but that hardly counted for anything. Evie … was unique. She didn’t have curves or huge tits like Sofia, and she wasn’t super tall like Beth. She was petite—even at 185 feet tall—and looked gentle with her lithe limbs, skinny waist, and bright smile. Miguel felt strange. This human had an aura that followed her and instantly made the room peaceful and warm—complete opposite of Sofia.

“Pick me up, pick me up, pick me up!” Luna sounded like a corrupt audio file. She jumped up like she was on a trampoline with her arms up.

“Are you sure?” Evie asked. “We have to do the whole CoH thing—”

“Arghh! Pick me up already and give me a kiss!”

Evie giggled. She held out her palm, Luna jumping and climbing onto the giant palm before it finished lowering. “It’s so awesome to see you again, Luna.” With expert care, Evie brought Luna up to her face. “Oh my, you look so adorable Luna! Honey, why did you downsize?”

“Give me a kiss!” Luna shouted back, ignoring her question.

Evie brought her hand close to her face and felt Luna embrace her lips. Luna gave Evie’s lips a series of kisses that started on the upper lip and ended on her bottom. Evie tried pulling her hand back, but Luna stuck to her and would not relent. Finally, Evie had to use another finger to push Luna back.

“It’s nice to see you, too,” Evie said, still a little taken aback by Luna’s enthusiasm. But she knew Luna was an incredibly free-spirited girl that just wanted to love and have fun with everyone she met. Evie welcomed and cherished Luna’s enthusiasm. “How do you like being a downsizer?”

“I love it, Evie! Being this tiny is the best! Everything is so big and amazing to look at. And I just love how my big man cuddles me and protects me in his enormous hands. I feel so special and loved at this size—I can’t even describe it to you. Like right now, I can feel your heartbeat through your hands and under my feet. I can feel your warmth and soul surrounding me. You’re big as a high-rise corporate building, but your touch is gentle and magical. You wouldn’t believe how much fun being held by a human is. Especially one as gorgeous as you.”

Evie blushed hard and looked away, bashful and flattered. “I’m happy to hear that, Luna. And you didn’t want Liam to downsize with you?”

“No freaking way! He’s part of the fun!”

Evie was smiling so hard, she showed off her perfect teeth to the little woman. Her eyes caught movement on the table, and upon re-focusing her eyes, she saw a Latino downsizer looking up at her with awe.

“Hey, who’s the stud?” Evie asked Luna.

“That’s Miguel! He’s my best friend and the coolest downsizer you’ll ever meet.”

Evie lifted her brow and then looked down at the little man. “Hi Miguel!” Evie said, and without thinking, perhaps caught in the moment of Luna’s infectious, bubbly personality, reached down for Miguel with her free hand.

Miguel saw three massive pillars of flesh heading right for him. He flinched, shoulders tensing, and his head turning away with shut eyes like a battered puppy at an under-funded animal shelter. Evie stopped herself as Miguel’s body language spoke volumes to what she was doing. Miguel was quaking, unable to move his feet with his face contorted to someone expecting torture. Evie instantly felt sick to her stomach. How could she be so careless?

Unbeknownst to Evie, both Liam and Sofia walked into the kitchen behind her without making a sound. Sofia had a private conversation with Liam and they were only now catching up with Evie. They stood silently, curious about what had just happened.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Evie said, feeling her heart break. She broke the one cardinal rule of downsizers. She should’ve known better, considering her job at the DPS. Evie bent over at the hips and lowered herself so that her face was level with Miguel, but at the edge of the table. “Miguel, I didn’t mean to reach without asking. Can you ever forgive me? It’s okay if you don’t. I was being so stupid! This isn’t like me, I swear. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Miguel took a few deep breaths and stopped shaking. Evie was a new giantess to him, and he didn’t know what to make of her. He grew accustomed to his wife’s abuse and wasn’t prepared for the potential abuse of a new giantess. But Evie’s calming, genuine voice made him re-think the situation. Evie looked completely distraught and ashamed of herself. She set a bad first impression, and he could tell it was internally killing herself.

“It’s okay,” Miguel said. “You’re fine. I wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.”

Sofia rolled her eyes. The fuck is this?

“Are you sure?” Evie asked. “Miguel, I’m so sorry. Can we start all over? I don’t want you to think for a second that I’m a sizeist. I’m far from it!”

She had won over Miguel, and didn’t even know it. Was this the magic of being with a human that Luna spoke so much of? Miguel was feeling something for Evie he never felt with Sofia. He tried to play it cool and said, “I believe you, Evie. But sure, we can start all over.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Miguel Rodriguez and I’m—”

Sofia cut him off. “And he’s my husband.” Sofia stepped around Evie and scooped up her husband from the table. “We’re married, and he doesn’t like being held by anyone other than me.”

“Oh.” Evie straightened up.

Liam sighed. He saw it now. That foul treatment of Miguel was no longer easy to overlook. Also, he and Sofia had a talk before entering the kitchen really set him off. Sofia expressed how she wanted the dinner to be kept short and some bullshit about her not trusting Evie or her intentions. Liam felt bad for Miguel, to the point he wanted to snatch him away from Sofia.

Dinner went on with three humans and two downsizers. Sofia kept Miguel close to her plate and did not allow him to sit with Luna. The little woman didn’t notice, because she spent her time around Evie’s hand. Either on it, or right beside it. Evie reciprocated Luna’s admiration by stroking her and cuddling her with her massive fingers.

But Liam noticed Sofia’s invisible leash on Miguel. Liam, at one time, loved Evie and knew Miguel would get along with her. But seeing him unable to interact with Evie rubbed him the wrong way.

“I have a confession to make,” Evie said to Liam. He broke his gaze from Miguel and looked into her dark brown eyes. “I didn’t get assigned here by mistake.” Evie held back what she was going to say by pursing her lips, but continued. “I wanted to come back to my hometown and catch up with old friends … and you, Liam.”

“Really?” Luna piped. “Do you still love Liam?”

Evie hesitated. She shook her head. “No, no. Nothing like that. Oh gosh, that would be so rude of me. Luna, honey, you’re married to Liam. I could never dream of—”

“You’re blushing! It’s true. You still love Liam! This is fantastic. I knew you’d get back together!”

Evie raised a brow, completely puzzled by what Luna was saying.

“You’re right,” Sofia said, taking a sip of wine. “He’s married and it would be awful if you broke up such a happy marriage.”

“That wasn’t my intent,” Evie said. “Far from it. I just wanted to catch up with—”

“You guys should date each other!” Luna said, jumping up and down, clapping. “It’ll be like the old days, back in college. You can pick up where you left off. And bring me along with!”

“That would be a terrible idea,” Sofia said. Her raised voice causing all eyes to fall on her. “Whatever happened to the sanctity of marriage?” She waved her hand with a wineglass in it.

“Who cares?” Luna said. “If everyone is consenting, who gives a fuck? Liam won’t leave me. Will you, babe?”

“Absolutely not,” Liam said, staring at Sofia.

“I’m cool with Liam seeing other humans,” Luna said. “So, if Evie is cool with it too, then I see nothing wrong.”

“Whoa,” Evie said. “I swear, I didn’t come back to date you, Liam.” Sweat formed on her forehead. “Umm, can you give me a minute? Uh, where’s the bathroom?”

Miguel stepped forward. “I can show you.”

Evie lit up when she heard Miguel offer, but Sofia’s hand came down and buried him under her palm. “It’s down the hall and to the right,” Sofia said. “And you should think about coming clean as to why you’re here. It would be terrible if your sudden appearance here was to take Liam away from his wife, now that she’s downsized.”

Evie felt the vocal slap. She got up and tossed her cloth napkin on her seat. As she left the kitchen, she said, “I transferred here without knowing Luna downsized, for the record.”

Once Evie was gone, Liam shot daggers at Sofia.

“What?” Sofia drank. “I know a homewrecker when I see them.”

Luna rolled her eyes and seethed. Liam looked at Sofia’s hand and saw her fingers messing with Miguel, trapping him in a fleshy prison.

Liam said, “Hey Miguel, want to come with me to grab a beer?”

Sofia laughed. “He doesn’t need to join you for that. What’s he going to do? Lift the bottlecap for you?” She snickered.

“I was talking to him, Sofia.”

“Well, save your breath. He doesn’t like other men touching him.”

Miguel saw an opening between Sofia’s index and middle finger and jumped through. Sofia was quick to act and pinned him under her digit. Her fingers acted like a spider with five legs and walked over his miniscule body to cover him up again. But Miguel spoke before being engulfed by her hand again.

“I’ll go with you Liam.”

“Cool, let me pick you up.” He got up from his seat.

“He’s lying,” Sofia said. “I told you; he doesn’t want you touching him.”

“He’s not gonna touch me,” Miguel said, pulling out from under her finger. “Liam’s going to carry me.”

Liam took Miguel to the fridge, only a few steps away from the table, and grabbed another beer. When they returned to the table, Liam kept Miguel close to his plate. Sofia watched with cold eyes. Miguel’s dumbass rather be with another man instead of me?

The rest of the dinner was tense. Their conversations were terse, but that didn’t stop Luna from talking everyone’s ear out. Sofia kept drinking wine, nearly finishing a bottle herself. Miguel sat back, relieved he was away from his wife. He didn’t care about the intense stare she was giving him. Instead, his attention was on Evie. He could’ve sworn he caught her looking at him a few times. And it wasn’t a casual glance. Her gaze lingered longer than necessary, making him feel like the star of her dinner.

He looked back into the swirling pools of her brown eyes. She had her right elbow on the table and her right hand wrapped behind her neck, rubbing it to get out a non-existent cramp. Miguel noted Evie gave Liam the same look. She was flirting—but why was she giving Miguel the same look? Perhaps Evie was a big flirt? Or more likely, he misinterpreted something that wasn’t there.

Miguel laughed to himself when he spotted Sofia. Her body language was the opposite of Evie. Sofia felt threatened. She knew Evie was flirting with Liam, though Liam was unaware of it. If only Liam flirted back … Miguel could tell it was only a matter of time before Liam hooked up with his ex, regardless of his or Luna’s intervention. Everyone was for it, after all, except Sofia. But Miguel wanted to seal the deal between Liam and Evie so he could watch his wife suffer. Well, Liam came through as a wingman for Miguel multiple times. Why not be his wingman for once?

They got up and moved to the living room. Liam suggested Evie carry the downsizers over. Before Sofia could oppose, Miguel shouted up to Evie that she had his full consent. Evie gave him a lopsided grin as she looked down at him. She carried Luna and Miguel in the same hand.

Sofia sat on the loveseat by herself, while Liam and Evie sat on the larger sofa. She set the downsizer on her legs, covered by her brown skirt. Miguel absolutely loved how smoothly Evie carried him and Luna. Not once did he feel dizzy or lose his balance while she carried them. Her creamy lotion was intoxicating, and her lipstick had a distinct scent that he adored. Luna also looked up at Evie with star-struck eyes.

In a volume that only Luna could hear, Miguel said, “I can see why you like being small around humans. Evie seems so friendly.”

“It’s wonderful, isn’t it?” She matched his volume. “She’s super sweet. I almost feel bad that I took Liam away from her.” She giggled. “But I think I can get them back together.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever understand you, Luna.” He shook his head incredulously at her. “But I think you’re right. I’ll help you get these two humans back.”

“You will? Promise?”

“Yeah.” He looked back at the friendly giantess. “You think Evie would ever play with us—I mean you?”

Luna giggled. “Oh, Miguel!” she said, a bit too loudly. “You want to play with humans finally? Want to have a threesome with Evie?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I guess if you twist my arm …”

Sofia was dizzy. Partly from anger and partly because she downed a bottle and half of wine to herself. Nothing she said made an impact between Evie and Liam. These progressive freaks didn’t care about the sanctimony of marriage. And nothing she said about respecting downsizers and their powerlessness to stop humans from copulating had an effect. That little cuckquean was encouraging Evie to steal her man? What angle was that?

Her bladder was full, but she didn’t want to leave Liam and Evie alone. Finally, she had to excuse herself to use the bathroom. With her out of the room, Miguel made his first move on his plan.

Miguel and Liam [E]

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Miguel told Luna in private to insist on giving Evie a tour of the house, which would give him a moment alone with Liam. It worked, and in a few seconds, Luna and Evie were walking around the house while Miguel got propped up on Liam’s shoulder.

“Is Sofia hurting you, dude? I saw what she did during dinner.”

“Never mind that. What do you think about Evie?” Miguel asked.

Liam let out a nervous laugh. “She’s cool. She’s hardly changed after all these years.”

“You going to hook up with her?”

“Man, I don’t know. I’m not sure if Luna really wants that. And I don’t know if Evie still likes me in that way.”

“You and Evie ever sleep together?”

“Back in school? Yeah, all the time. We were a couple.”

“I don’t see the problem here.” Miguel walked back and forth on his shoulder. Liam kept sipping from his beer while a football game was playing on the TV. Miguel felt his time running short before the girls would return. “Luna wants you to hook up with Evie. And I’ve seen the way Evie looks at you; she’s got some serious feelings for you. Hell, I want to see you hook up with Evie.”

“You do? I thought you got off on me fucking your wife.”

“Can we stop talking about her!? No, I want to see you and Evie get it on. You should make a move on her.”

Liam sighed. “I really like Evie. But I don’t want to hurt Luna’s feelings. Me fucking Sofia is whatever. But Evie and I were in love. If we hook up … It might complicate things.”

Liam shifted in his seat as he reminisced about Evie’s perfect body. Miguel lost his balance and slid down Liam’s chest. He used his hands to grip the giant’s shirt and slow his tumble.

“You okay?” Liam was about to reach for him, but Miguel shooed him away.

“I’m fine.”

Liam went back to drinking his beer as he felt Miguel slide down past his abs and fall to his lap. Miguel wasn’t hurt, but it was a scary 60-foot slide down a man’s upper body. He brushed himself off and looked over at the bulge in Liam’s pants.

“You’re thinking about her,” Miguel said.

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Then kiss her. Before she leaves tonight, kiss her.”

“I don’t know.”

“C’mon, don’t you want to stick your dick into her? I could tell you do; I’m looking at your pants and can see you’re getting hard for her.” At that, Miguel could see Liam’s monster growing larger.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry about that. But yeah, I can’t stop thinking about her. But no. I can’t think with my dick. I really don’t want to hurt Luna.”

Miguel groaned in frustration. Liam just had to hook up with Evie. He had to dump Sofia in the harshest way possible, and this was the way to go. But he had to act fast before his time with Liam was over. Miguel hated what he was about to do—but he knew what would get Liam going. He walked over and climbed that man’s bulge and stood on top of his stiffening manhood. Being a wingman sometimes meant taking a grenade.

“God, I feel so small next to your cock.”

Liam looked down and felt himself getting way harder. He felt Miguel’s minute steps through his jeans. His package absolutely dwarfed the tiny man.

“Not gonna lie, I want to see you put this in Evie.”

“Yeah?”

Miguel jumped up and down to make the cock grow more. “Luna and I can help you get ready for your time with Evie.”

Liam suppressed a moan. “How would you do that?”

“I dunno. Oil up your dick. Maybe fuck on top of it. Would take us a while because you’re massive.” Miguel walked down the length that was pulsing under Liam’s jeans. Miguel hated to admit how okay he was with this. Instead, the size and girth of Liam’s cock impressed him. How’d the hell does Sofia take this?

“Maybe you’re right,” Liam said.

Miguel jumped off the bulge. “You know I’m right. Remember, kiss Evie before she leaves.”

“Hey, where are you going? Get back on.”

“You got to be joking.”

“Dude, you can’t blue-ball me again.” Liam looked at the ceiling in prayer.

“You want me to get you off? For the last time, I’m not gay!”

“How about this … you, Luna, and me. Tonight. If you agree, I’ll kiss Evie.”

Miguel rolled his eyes. “If you want a threesome with me, you got to make a better offer.”

Liam smirked. “Fine. You do this for me, and I’ll guarantee you alone time with Evie. If that’s what you want.”

“Alone time … You mean …?” Miguel swallowed. Why was the thought of being with Evie so enticing? In the brief time he’s known her, he grew to like her and yearned to know more about her. Alone time with Evie? What did that mean? Coming from Liam, it probably meant it was sexual, but Miguel didn’t care about that. He wondered what one-on-one time with Evie could be like. Her presence was enough for Miguel. But what would it be like having her full attention? She called me a ‘stud.’

“I know everything about Evie. A downsized Latin dude like you—she’ll be like putty in your hands. But of course, if you think Sofia—”

“Wait.” God, he wanted Liam to ditch his wife and go after Evie. He wanted revenge on Sofia. Liam had to break things off with Sofia, and Sofia had to see him go fuck a younger, skinnier thing than her. That alone was worth the deal. But alone time with Evie? This excited Miguel more than the initial reward. “Okay. I’ll do it. But you better not be fucking lying to me.”

Luna and Evie

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“So, this is Liam’s home office?” Evie asked as she swiveled her head around the simple room. She spotted his organized desk and gaming PC along one wall. “Pretty cool.”

“Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me!”

Evie giggled. “We already kissed, honey. Why so eager to kiss again?”

“You don’t want to kiss me?” Luna moused. “Don’t you like kissing cute downsizers?”

Evie responded by lifting Luna to her lips. While they kissed, Evie sat at the desk chair, kicking up her bare feet on the table. She leaned back in the chair and let Luna crawl over her lips.

“I love kissing cute downsizers,” Evie said as her breath blasted against Luna.

“What else you like doing with downsizers?”

“Helping them.” Evie gripped Luna with all her fingers, except her pinky, and lifted her off her face. “And holding them.”

“Playing with them?” Luna asked, splaying her arms and legs out while the giantess gripped her torso like a claw machine. “Please tell me you like playing with downsizers! I want you to play with me so bad! Evie, please do whatever you want to me. I have no limits when playing with humans. Don’t hurt me though! I’m not into that. Have you ever got intimate with a downsizer before? Tell me you have. Or at least you’re curious.”

Evie blushed. She rotated her wrist and caught Evie in her palm in a smooth, expert move. “I dated a downsizer for three months and—you can say we got intimate a few times.”

“You dated a downsizer? What happened? Why’d you break up?”

Evie tried to stay happy, but there were some cracks in her expression. “Y’know how some men don’t like dating tall girls? Well, being the size of an 18-story building eventually got to him. Antonio wanted to date a downsized woman. Someone he could hug and pick up in his arms. I guess hugging my finger and being carried everywhere wasn’t the same, so he broke up with me. It was fun while it lasted.”

“Oh, Evie! That is so sad. How could someone get upset with you holding them? Not only that, but you realize how intoxicatingly beautiful you are at this scale? I can watch you for hours.”

Evie's cheeks flushed a reddish-pink as she looked away, flattered by the comment.

“I swear, Antonio must regret ever letting you go. But maybe you met one of those downsizers that just doesn’t get along with humans, no matter how good they got it. Real shame. Me, on the other hand, freaking love humans!”

“Umm, how about your friend Miguel? Does he like humans?”

“He loves it too! Maybe not at first, but you’ve seen his wife. He’s told me stories about their sex life. Miguel’s a swimmer!” Luna set out a series of giggles while Evie let out a silent oh. Luna mimed a swimmer underwater, her red skirt furling as she ran in circles in Evie’s palm. “I wish Sofia would’ve let me try diving in her … But she doesn’t like me.” Luna stopped to look at her bare feet and play with the nails on her finger. She looked shamed and rejected. “But who cares about that? I won’t let her get me down, because now you’re here! And you love downsizers, right?”

“I told you I do.” Evie gave Luna a pat on the back with her finger. “I love you guys so much that I dedicated my career to protecting you all.”

“And you enjoy having sex with us, right?”

Evie's bashful smile could melt even the coldest heart. “Luna!” She looked at the tiny woman and noticed she was dead serious. “Yes! I admit it! Sex with downsizers is amazing and I’ve been thinking about it every night since Antonio walked out on me. But with that said—and I’m so fucking ashamed about this—I’ve also been thinking about Liam, too.”

“That’s perfect!”

“Luna!”

Luna had jumped off Evie’s palm and landed on her cleavage. Her bare feet sunk into the boob flesh as she got up and took in the sight. Evie smelled her creamy and flowery scent up close. Her skin was flawless, with light peach fuzz, and pores that opened to sweat slightly. Evie’s aura wrapped around Luna like a wooly blanket.

“You gotta be careful, honey.” Evie was about to reach for the tiny woman, but Luna struck her giant fingers away as if they were punching bags.

Luna, while standing on Evie’s tit, explained her polyamorous relationship with her husband. She described that their coupling between mixed-size partners made lovemaking that much better—euphoric even.

“What do you say, Evie?” Luna was crawling under Evie’s shirt and under her bra. Evie closed her eyes and lifted her brown skirt with quivering hands as she felt the tiny woman crawl over her tit. She rubbed herself through her panties as she felt the little downsizer take hold of her nipple.

Evie moaned as she pressed a hand against her breast with Luna on it while her other hand played with her womanhood. But this had to wait. They heard Sofia leave the bathroom and walk down the adjacent hallway. They had to return to the living room before they aroused any more suspicion.

End of the Evening

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Everyone came back to the living room, saying nothing exciting. Miguel and Luna were on the coffee table, sitting on their own sofa, facing the humans. Sofia was still in the loveseat, being ignored.

Laughter broke out between Evie and Liam as they talked about their past life. The noise from the TV faded from everyone’s ears as the human couple’s colossal voices filled the room. The smell from Liam’s dinner faded, and instead, the smell of a cinnamon candle wafted through the living room. It was late at night, so only the soft yellow lights from the standing lights illuminated the living room with a splash of blue from the big screen.

Miguel made a hand signal to Liam, reminding him to seal the deal with Evie. Luna did the same when Evie stole a glance at the downsizers on the coffee table. Miguel caught Evie giving him a look. He wasn’t sure what kind … but it definitely was a look! Nobody else seemed to have caught it and went back to their conversation. Miguel shook his head. He was fantasizing about something that wasn’t there. As he looked downwards, he could see Evie’s bare feet bouncing, hanging from the edge of the couch. His eyes followed her toes like a cat mesmerized by a laser light.

Sofia growled. The couple had completely tuned her out and forgotten about her. When she spoke, they ignored her. When she sneezed, no one said ‘bless you.’ When she said she was going to bed, Liam said, “G’night roomie.” Sofia almost punched a wall. Miguel watched her leave with a content smile.

Looks like I won.

The atmosphere in the living room flipped 180 after Sofia left. Their conversations, downsizers included, became livelier and more fun. Miguel held Luna close to his body as she rested her head on his shoulders. They sat in Evie’s hand as she spoke to Liam. She talked a lot with her other hand and moved her head a lot. She rocked Miguel and Luna in her palm gently, and would even hold them up higher, about face level, when she asked them questions or wanted them to be part of the conversation.

Miguel felt so at ease. With the gentle rocking from Evie’s talking, and with Luna in his arms—he felt at peace. But all good things had to end. It was late and Evie got up to leave. Miguel gave Liam the signal, and Liam nodded like, yeah, I know, I know.

“I guess I should be going.” Evie slipped on her socks and shoes, slung her purse over her shoulder and was walking out the door when Liam stopped her.

“Evie, wait.”

She stopped and turned with a hopeful gleam in her eyes. Liam bent down and kissed her for a full minute. Her hands wrapped around Liam’s waist and brought him closer to her.

Miguel sighed in relief.

Liam [E], Luna, Miguel

===

Since they began dating, Miguel heard murmurs from strangers, co-workers, friends, and even family regarding the gap in looks between Sofia and himself. He was an average dude and not ugly by any means, but Sofia was a bombshell, with her tall stature and voluptuous breasts. She could date models and movie stars, but Miguel won over her heart in the end. Sometimes he wondered himself how he landed Sofia.

But then he downsized, and her ugly self came out.

Now Miguel wondered, how did Sofia land him?

Things were turning around for Miguel, finally, and he couldn’t be happier. Sofia went to bed alone while he spent time with the people who respected and liked him.

He was extra amorous with Luna that evening. Their sex was passionate, primal, and raw. He paused for a moment to look into Luna’s eyes, and what he saw wasn’t a fuck-buddy or even a friend. Luna was his lover. He cherished more and more of their time together. In the beginning, their sex was solely driven by lust, but now it was something more. Luna was genuinely kind and honest and all she ever wanted was to love everyone she met. Miguel understood Luna better after seeing her interaction with Evie. He internally commented on how commendable her personality trait was. Love. Pure untainted love for everyone in her life. It was such a shame—a crime, even—that Sofia never saw Luna that way.

“Luna … I think I—”

“Shh-shh.” She whispered and placed a finger on his lips. “You don’t have to say it. But I feel the same way.” Her smile was brighter than the sun.

Miguel kissed and placed a hand behind her head, so that he pulled her in tight. His hips thrusted into her like a ship rocking between waves. Luna’s legs wrapped tightly around his back as she closed her eyes and let out a series of wails and moans. Miguel felt like he and Luna were one entity as they made love. His heart couldn’t get enough of Luna. He came with a force that almost took his breath away.

They stayed coupled together, staring into each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity. Luna made the first move and kissed Miguel on the cheek. She complimented him and told him things will be so much more fun when Evie gets involved.

“That was amazing guys,” Liam said from above.

Luna and Miguel made love on top of his desk, on a bed of soft microfiber cloths. Underneath the desk, Liam was masturbating to the live porno in front of him.

“Babe!” Luna said between breaths. “I’m sorry we didn’t include you! We got kinda carried away.”

“No, you guys were perfect together.” He lowered his head. “I didn’t want to ruin it by getting involved. That was the hottest sex I’ve ever seen.”

Miguel silently agreed.

The next morning, Miguel woke up as the sun came through the window. He was sleeping next to Luna on the bed. Beside them, the giant slumbered in the nude on his back. Old Miguel would not have liked this one bit. But now …

He got to his feet and walked beside Liam’s legs. He didn’t know why he did it, but he climbed Liam’s leg, using leg hair as support, to get to the top of the giant’s thigh. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was the giant’s pheromone-laden musk. Or maybe Miguel was confused. The giant that he fucking loathed and hated with a passion, had become his friend.

Miguel knew the life he wanted now. He didn’t want to live in Lilliputian Lakes, and he certainly didn’t want Sofia. He wanted a life with Luna, and by extension, Liam. The cherry on top would be Evie showing up more often.

“Whatcha doing up here, big guy?” Luna asked as she climbed up Liam’s leg and stood beside Miguel. “Admiring the view?” She pointed with a tilt of her head towards the massive cock. The one-eyed monster slept peacefully out in the open. Rays of sunshine casting a halo around his cock.

Miguel shrugged. “I guess I am.”

“You’re not icked out by it?” She giggled.

“Nah.” He took Luna’s hand and walked with her towards it. “It’s not disgusting to admire a God-given body part.”

“Miguel? Is this the same Miguel from two months ago?” She was shocked and delighted.

“At first, I thought you and Liam were out to ruin my life. But I think you guys saved me from a ruined life. I don’t think I can ever repay you. And I’m sorry if I used to think that way.”

“Ohhh.” She hugged him. “Miguel, is something troubling going on between you and Sofia?”

“Don’t bring her up, please.” He grinned at her. “I don’t want you to ruin the moment.” They got up to Liam’s semi-flaccid cock. “What the hell does he feed this thing?” Miguel joked.

Luna smiled. “A lot of bad people. You should watch Liam in action sometime. His dick is the last thing some baddies see before he executes them.”

Miguel’s own dick twitched. God, what’s wrong with me? “And you’re okay with that?”

“I’ve told you before. He only executes the worst of the worst. I’ve told Liam, sometimes he lets those baddies off too easy.”

“Must be crazy to be so big and have so much power.” Miguel touched the cock, and instantly it awoken. The sensitive nerve endings sent signals back to Liam’s head, causing blood to rush into his manhood.

“What can be an instrument of death for some can be unbound pleasure for others.” Luna embraced Liam’s dick and rubbed her nude body against it. They felt Liam’s gigantic heartbeat pulse under their feet. Each beat causing his cock to grow.

Miguel took Luna in his arms and kissed her. In no time, Luna was on her knees giving Miguel a blowjob. Miguel leaned back and supported himself on Liam’s ever-growing cock. Later, Miguel ate out Luna’s pussy while she laid on her back in the shadow of Liam’s dick. Soon after, they were fucking.

Sofia

===

Liam had stopped having sex with Sofia ever since Evie showed up. Sofia dressed more provocatively around the house, but Liam wouldn’t even give her a second glance. Instead, he would spend his time on his phone, texting that Evie woman. One night, she tried getting Liam drunk and asked if he wanted a blowjob. He rejected her. Every. Single. Time.

“Where’s Miguel?” she asked one night.

“Oh, he’s gonna sleep with me tonight.”

That answer broke her brain and caused her to freeze while Liam went off to bed with both downsizers in his hand. Before Sofia could say something, the bedroom door slammed in her face.

Evie and Liam spent more time together at work. They whispered stuff into each other’s ears and laughed at inside jokes. Sofia caught Liam on more than one occasion, staring at Evie’s ass while she pranced around the workplace in her flats.

Liam became more professional towards Sofia at work, treating her more as a colleague than a lover. Her breasts and tall stature were no longer doing it for Liam. His attention was all on that slim woman, that sort of reminded her of Luna.

Sofia tried burying herself in work. Sifting through paperwork and trying to forget all the fucking they did in the past. She felt like Liam used her as a temporary fling. But the irony of using Liam to get back on Miguel was not lost on her.

Evie and Miguel

===

“What are you doing in here?” Evie grinned, walking to her office to find Liam seated across from her stately desk. It was a quaint office. Messy with paperwork strewn about and a trashcan filled with Starbucks cups. Buzzing fluorescent lighting illuminated the office and left no shadows in its wake. She walked over and sat at her desk, excited to see Liam.

“Was wondering if you can do me a solid?”

“Hmm. Maybe. It depends …” She grinned while narrowing her eyelids. “What do you need?”

“My bud—he’s a downsizer—hasn’t been getting along with his human wife. I think they’re headed towards divorce.”

“Oh, that’s unfortunate.” Her expression was hard to read.

“Yeah. He’s been … he’s had it rough, Evie. I’ve been trying to cheer him up, but there’s only so much I can do. I think he needs that woman’s touch. Someone to connect and open up to, because—I’ll be honest—he’s telling me nothing. I think he needs someone like you to talk to.”

“Me?” Evie swiveled in her seat. “I don’t mind helping your friend. But what about Luna? She’s a woman, right?”

“See, I think his wife painted human women in an unpleasant light. I think if you cheer him up, you’ll convince him not all human women are the same. There are some sweet ones out there … like you.” He gave her a wink.

“Okay, sure!” Evie leaned forward and folded her arms on her desk. “If you think it’ll help, I’ll talk to him. So, who’s your friend?”

Liam got up, buttoned his suit jacket, and spoke as he walked out of the office. “Oh, you already know him. It’s Miguel.”

“Miguel? Oh.” She didn’t sound surprised. “He’s thinking about getting a divorce?”

“Yeah. I’ll pick him up tomorrow, okay?”

“Huh? What do you mean? Where is he?”

Liam was halfway out the door. “Hiding behind your mug.” With that, he closed the door behind him and was gone.

Evie curiously looked at her mug and saw nothing. She used two fingers to slide it over and saw the figure of a two-inch man with his back facing her. It looked like he was hiding against the cup when she moved it. Miguel looked over his shoulder at the giantess and then looked away, feeling painfully embarrassed.

“Hi, again!”

Her friendly tone wasn’t enough to quell Miguel’s apprehension. He was cursing Liam’s name in his head over and over. “Umm, hi,” he said, finally turning around to face her. “Listen, Evie … this wasn’t my idea. You can call back Liam so he can take me home. I don’t want to burden you with my problems. Seriously, this was all a misunderstanding on Liam’s part.”

Evie lowered her head so that her chin rested on her folded arms. Her enormous brown eyes almost crossed as she stared at the rugged downsizer. “You didn’t want to talk to me?” She slightly tilted her head, and her eyes appeared to have grown larger. Miguel almost fainted at how charming she appeared.

“No, I did. I really did—I mean, I do. But, but, I didn’t mean for Liam to give you … me … like this for an entire day. I thought we’d just talk and I—”

“You don’t want to spend the night with me?”

Miguel moaned under his breath. Her words practically danced out between her lips, sounding both disappointed and rejected. Evie was beyond alluring.

Too alluring.

Something was off. He felt this before with Sofia when she was gearing up with one of her torturous games. That’s what this was! More psychological torment. Miguel clenched his fist and tried to look past the giantess’s beauty. It was a mask, after all. This was all an elaborate fucking game cooked up between Liam and Evie. Liam probably told her about Miguel before this moment.

Hey, this dude’s wife is a bitch. Can you take him home and fuck him? He needs a pick me up. Show him a good time. Miguel played the fake scene in his head between the humans. Of course that’s what happened! Look at her now!

Human women aren’t this nice.

She talked down to him like a baby. You don’t want to spend the night with me? Bullshit, lady! Miguel was on to her. She was already belittling him, talking to him like a toddler. Who the fuck does she think Miguel is? He came here under the pretense he was going to talk. Get some things off his chest.

Now what? Was Liam pimping this whore out to him? Spend the night with her? So she could do what, exactly? Treat him like a micro-dildo? Was that how they saw him? A plaything for humans? That fucking asshole probably told her about the intimate times he had with …

Evie was the fucking worse. No better than Sofia. They were all the. Goddamn. Same. With their treatment of downsizers as lesser beings. Miguel has had suppressed a lot. A lot of emotions bottled deeply within his heart. He never told a soul about Sofia’s abuses, and always changed the subject when her name came up. Why? Because it didn’t fucking matter. He didn’t need help and didn’t ask for it. Who the fuck was he kidding? Talk with Evie? For what reason exactly? She can’t help.

Never ask for help—it shows weakness in oneself.

“Just drop it, okay?” He snapped at Evie. “Enough. I can’t take this shit anymore—I just can’t and I fucking won’t.” He waved an angry fist at her. “I’m a man, you got me? Do you hear what I’m saying, Evie? I’m a fucking man and not some plaything for you over-sexed humans. My smallness doesn’t define me—it doesn’t change the fucking fact that I’m a man. Don’t say pobrecito. Don’t say I’m worthless and a failure. I’m not. I’m not!”

Evie didn’t move or change expressions.

“I just wanted to talk, but apparently, that’s too fucking much to ask these days. If you and Liam thought you can fix my problems with sex—well, you’re fucking wrong. Shove me in your vagina, toss me around like trash, lock me up in a dresser drawer. Piss on me, starve me, belittle me, humiliate me, spit on me, eat me. I’ve been through it all! You can’t fucking surprise me and you can’t fucking break me. Know why? Because I’m a man.” He pounded his chest.

Evie’s body remained still as Miguel continued his diatribe.

“I bet you didn’t expect that from me, did ya? So, what do you have to say? Huh? You can’t scare me, Evie. You can try. Go ahead! I know you want to shove me in your purse to shut me up. I know you want to take me to your house and rape me. Whatever. Do it. Won’t change anything and you can’t break or scare me. I’m fearless, darling. Ever been inside a microwave? No?” He asked with a mocking tone. “You never watched your wife of 18-years put a 60 seconds on the microwave? Hmm? Her finger one button away from sentencing you to an excruciating death? Huh? Well … I have.”

Miguel choked up on the last words. He fell to his knees and a flood of tears filled his eyes. He was quaking and dry heaving.

“I can’t breathe.” He cried as he held his hands up to his throat. “I can’t breathe.” He choked as his esophagus swelled and mucus flowed from his nose. The wind was knocked out of his lungs, and the harder he tried to inhale, the less oxygen came in. It was like breathing through a straw. “I … can’t … breathe.” He felt Evie place a light touch on his back.

“Lie down, honey,” she said with an angelic voice. “Don’t fight it. Let it out. Let it out.”

He listened to her. And he had one of the few voluntary cries of his life. He sobbed on her desk as all the repressed traumas came bursting out. Images of Sofia flashed before his eyes. The inside of the microwave. Her pissing in front of him after fucking another man. The way she pinned him under her fingers. The vile words that came out of her mouth. Her spanking Mateo and shutting him down when he tried to help. The force feeding of her breastmilk.

He let it out.

He cried until he passed out from exhaustion.

“I didn’t wake you, did I?” Evie asked.

They were still in her office. She was typing on her computer, and he was in the same spot where he passed out. Except now he had a blanket and pillow with him. Evie must’ve fetched downsized bedding for him.

“What time is it?”

“Seven at night.”

“Do you usually work this late?” he asked, rubbing his temples, still groggy from the nap.

She shook her head. She saved her work on her computer and then turned her attention to Miguel. “No, but I had some stuff to take care of.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

“Why would I, honey? You were sleeping so peacefully.”

“Why didn’t you just take me to your home instead of working late?”

Evie giggled. “I wouldn’t do something like that! I would need your permission first.”

Miguel swallowed. His throat was dry like the Sahara. “Why are you messing with me?”

“I—I don’t understand.”

“Is this a game?”

Evie’s expression dropped. She looked so despondent. “Oh, Miguel,” she said, letting out her breath. “Did your wife really do those things to you? Is that why you don’t trust me?”

He didn’t say a word and turned away from her.

“Can you lower your defenses for me? It’ll make you feel better if you air out your feelings.”

There was silence for almost a solid five minutes.

“If you’re afraid of getting her in trouble, I can pinky swear that whatever you say, stays between us.” Evie folded her fingers except for her pinky and held it out for Miguel.

Miguel looked at it and felt disappointed that for such a petite woman, her finger was longer than half his body. He held out his own pinky and touched hers, his finger fitting nicely between the lines of her fingerprint.

“Just between us …” he said, before taking a breath. “Yeah, Sofia’s done a number to me and our son. I’ve lost weight. I have bruises from head to toe. She’s thrown me into a microwave—twice.” An involuntary tear ran down his cheek. “She’s said awful things to me. I tried to brush them off, but they always slice through. I’ve been in hell since downsizing and she’s the demoness in charge of torturing me. There’s nothing more I want than a divorce. But please, I know this is in the DPS and all, but do nothing to her.”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t fire her or, or arrest her, or anything like that. Promise?”

Evie shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “I don’t know, Miguel. Those are some serious allegations.”

“You pinky-swore!”

Evie bit her inner cheek. “You’re right. I did promise, and I’ll keep that promise.”

Miguel breathed deeply. “Thank you. And Evie, I’m sorry about—”

“Nope!” She held up her index finger. “There’s nothing for you to apologize about.”

“But I said some mean shit.”

“I don’t recall.” Evie powered off her computer and gathered her car keys. “I know you love my office so much, Miguel, but I think it’s time to go. Where do you want to go? Bar? Restaurant?”

“Evie, I don’t deserve this. I’ve already bothered you enough. Can you just dump me back at Liam’s place? Or better yet, I can just camp out here until morning. I don’t want to take any more of your time.”

“As much as I want to respect your wishes, no.”

“No?” He looked a little worried.

“Nope! I’ll take you anywhere but back to Liam’s place. And you’re not camping out here alone. So, you’re stuck with me for tonight, I’m afraid.” She giggled. “But if you really, really want to go back to Liam’s place, I’ll take you back. You’re not a prisoner, after all.”

Miguel nodded. “I don’t want to go anywhere in public.”

“My place?”

“Sure.”

“I don’t want to be alone,” Miguel said.

“Then you won’t be.”

Evie walked around her apartment, keeping Miguel cupped in her palm and close to her body. She went to her bedroom and kicked off her flats; the footwear sticking to her sweaty feet. She went into her walk-in closet and grabbed an oversized shirt. Evie lowered Miguel to the bed, but he didn’t move.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said. “But I need both my hands to change.” She winked at him.

Miguel got off and watched the giantess with puppy-dog eyes.

“Miguel, I’m going to change into my comfy shirt. You can look if you want or not. It’s up to you. I won’t think of you differently, no matter what you choose to do. But I want to be clear about something. I’m changing clothes. I’m not trying to entice you or manipulate you, okay?”

He nodded.

Evie watched him as she undid the buttons on her blouse and then tossed them to the floor. Then came her bra. They both stared at each other. She didn’t make it sexual, but they both couldn’t help but have their heart rates elevated. Evie’s breasts were small and perky. She really didn’t need to wear a bra but did, regardless. She took off her skirt, keeping her panties on, and then slipped into the oversized shirt. Panties and a shirt. It was her normal, everyday, around the house outfit.

She lowered her palm again, and Miguel jumped right back on. She carefully raised her hand up to her face.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better.”

She could feel him shake in her hand. “Miguel, you can tell me if you’re uncomfortable with anything, okay?”

“I …”

“Go on.”

“It’s silly.”

“Please tell me.”

“It’s about being alone. I used to spend so much time alone in a drawer. And when Sofia held me—it was so cold. Lifeless. But you're different, Evie.” He hated expressing his feelings. But weirdly, he enjoyed knowing that Evie knew the truth. “This is stupid.”

“No, it’s not. Please finish what you were going to say.”

“I’m a grown man, Evie. Older than you. I shouldn’t be—”

“Tell me, Miguel.”

“Fine. What I was going to say is that I want you to hold me. And don’t let me go.”

She smiled. “Was that so hard to ask?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “It actually fucking was.”

“I’ll hold you, Miguel. As long as you want me to.”

Miguel spent the night with Evie at her apartment. She was patient and understanding with Miguel as he worked to confront some heavy emotions. They spent the night talking about life and family, getting to know one another well. For once, Miguel’s walls were down, allowing him to share deeply held secrets with Evie. It was a cathartic experience for Miguel, and he loved how Evie listened, never judged, and flattered him with how strong he was for surviving so much in secret.

“I’ve never met a downsizer like you, Miguel. I’ve rescued downsizers that went through half the shit you went through, and their minds were permanently broken. Their trauma was so bad, they couldn’t even look at a human without screaming or locking up.”

Evie sat on the couch with her feet up and knees to the chest. She held Miguel in her palm, close to her face. They chatted late into the night. Before going to bed, both Evie and Miguel felt like lifelong friends.

“Where am I going to sleep?” Miguel asked.

“Anywhere you want.” Evie entered her bedroom and stood by her bed. “I was hoping you come to bed with me.”

“Evie …”

“I don’t mean sex,” she giggled. “You don’t want to be alone, and neither do I. Lie with me?”

“I …” He couldn’t finish his thought.

“Take your time. There’s no rush.”

“I do. I really want to sleep with you.”

Her smile reassured him. “And by that, you mean—sleep, right?” Miguel just stared at her with a bashful grin. “Right?”

“Umm, you’re right.” He shook his head. She was just messing with him. Someone like Evie would never have sex with him. Especially after his outburst back in her office, where he accused her of just wanting a downsizer as a dildo. He couldn’t ruin this blossoming relationship by suggesting sex on the first night of knowing each other. “Sleep is what I meant.” He sounded defeated.

“I’ve heard from others at the DPS that the best way for downsizers to regain trust in humans is for that downsizer to bond with a human and act on whatever their heart wants. Many downsizers like being held, just like you. Others want to get closer.” Evie held her palm close to her face. “I want to help you in any way I can, Miguel.”

Her breath and voice were like heaven to Miguel. A perfect angel, looking after him. He felt like he truly didn’t deserve her, and there were far needier people out there.

“What is your heart saying, Miguel? Just spit it out.”

“I want a kiss.”

She didn’t hesitate and lowered her pursed lips for Miguel to smooch. He got an instant erection. Her lips were softer than they appeared and smelled delicious. Her breath was minty, and lips tasted like strawberries. After countless moments, they broke off their kiss and stared at each other.

“Do you want to sleep in my bed tonight?”

“Yes,” Miguel said right away.

“I’m going to ask you another question. Remember, answer what’s in your heart. Not what you think I want to hear,” Evie said. Miguel nodded, so she continued. “Do you want me to sleep naked?”

Miguel answered before she could finish her sentence. “Absolutely.”

While holding Miguel, she slipped out of her panties and oversized shirt. She crawled under her sheets and held him close to her face. “Hey, if you want to treat yourself, I’m one of those lucky humans with pheromones. But if you don’t enjoy getting high, I understand.”

“What is that? What are you talking about?”

“Pheromones?”

“What is that?”

“Oh, Miguel.” Evie felt almost angry. The new procedures with downsizing got rid of the training that cautioned downsizers about humans with pheromones. On the one hand, it made sense. Many downsizers never encounter humans throughout their post-downsizing lives. But that shouldn’t excuse training on the topic, because people in Miguel’s situation probably never realize what’s going on with their bodies when getting intimate with some humans.

Evie explained everything to Miguel. He didn’t seem like he was buying what she was selling. At the end of the explanation, she told him her feet have potent pheromones, and if he wanted to see for himself, he was free to experience them.

Miguel laughed. “This is just a trick. A joke, right? You just want me to smell your feet.”

“No joke.” She smirked. “But I gotta warn you. If you decide to take a whiff, we’ll be having sex.”

“Evie …?”

“Sorry! I don’t mean to be crass! Seriously, Miguel, I’m not trying to push you into something you don’t want to do. I remember what you said earlier in my office. And no, I’m not trying to fix you with sex. I just want to give you options and the freedom to choose whatever you want to do. Anything to bond me—I mean, humans. I just want to warn you about the pheromone stuff … you don’t mess with it, unless you want to get intimate with that human.”

Miguel wanted it. Badly. Even after he wrongly accused Evie of using her body to fix him, he now understood what was happening. He could keep bottling his emotions and keep acting like the tough man he thought he was. But things were different now … He wanted to let his heart make the connections it so desperately wanted. And he was thinking with his heart, and not his dick. He loved Evie for her true self, desiring her spirit rather than her body. But before he took the leap he desperately wanted, he had to be certain of one thing. “You keep asking what I want to do, but what do you want to do? Do you want to have sex with me?”

She grinned. “I don’t think I’d be naked in my bed and offering my pheromones to you if I didn’t want to have sex with you.” A realization struck Evie. “I’m sorry, Miguel. Maybe I am subconsciously pushing you towards this moment because I really want to be intimate with you. The last thing I want is to push you into sex, especially after everything you’ve been through with your wife. My original intent was to help you bond with a human and not—shit, this sounds so dumb out loud. Maybe we can forget this? Let’s not ruin a perfect evening and just go to bed—”

“So, how does this work? Do I just literally smell your feet and get high? Is it like huffing glue or something?”

She looked down lovingly at him. “Breathe in hard like you walked into a bakery. But Miguel, I’m serious. Once you do this, there’s no turning back.”

Evie got up and pulled her knees to her chest. She set Miguel about eight inches away from her feet. She splayed her toes and gave them a wiggle. Miguel was still having a hard time believing her. He wasn’t really a foot guy, but her feet amazed him. Perfect toes painted white, contrasting wonderfully against her olive skin. And relative to him, her feet were so big. They seemed normal-sized for her, but seeing them as a downsizer was something else.

He got an erection just from the sight of her. He walked up and wasn’t sure what to do. With splayed toes, he wondered if that’s where the concentrated hit of pheromones was. He crawled over her toes and stuck his head between her second and third toe. With his nose against her skin, he took the deepest breath he could muster. That’s when the world faded around him.

Evie’s breathing became rapid the closer Miguel got to her toes. He looked so adorable crawling over her toes. She wanted to playfully squeeze his body against her toes but thought against it. She knew her pheromones were working when he became spastic. He embraced her big toe and started humping it.

“Take another breath, honey.” Even through his delirious high, he was still cognizant enough to understand and obey her instructions.

He sniffed and licked her toe as he rubbed his erection against it. Evie rubbed herself while watching the jackrabbit go at her toe. She plucked Miguel gently and stripped his clothes off. She then spread her legs and placed him on top of her pubic mons. The little guy practically sprinted to her pussy and dove in.

“Oh, fuck!” Evie fell back into her pillows. Her fingers and toes curled, clenching her sheets as Miguel went to town in her pussy. She grabbed a small pillow and bit down on it as Miguel sent wave after wave of pleasure throughout her body. “Oh my God, oh my God. AaAAahhhhh!”

Downsizers, because of their diminutive size, don’t have the energy for larger tasks. Things like pleasuring a woman that was 184-feet tall would tire out and be taxing to the downsizer. However, a downsizer high on potent pheromones might as well be high on PCP. Miguel ravaged Evie’s pussy. His energy was limitless as he humped, licked, kissed, rubbed, and chewed on her folds. The little guy knew exactly how to please her. After giving her clit the time of its life, he swam into her vaginal canal, bouncing off her walls like a seal performing tricks at a show.

Evie arched her back and had another orgasm. Her body had a sheen of sweat, and although she was getting tired, the little dude inside her was still going at it. She moaned and rubbed herself as Miguel went deeper inside her. He was so experienced and full of life. Evie’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as he gave her another climactic orgasm.

Miguel, still riding his high, came twice while playing inside Evie. He was finally getting tired and made the tough swim out of her. Evie spread her vaginal lips with her fingers for Miguel. He popped his head out and stopped.

“Are you okay?” Evie had her legs spread and was leaning forward. He nodded; his face paralyzed with comfort. Evie's gaze softened as she looked at him from above. She birthed Miguel and pushed him out with her vaginal muscles. He collapsed on the bed in a syrupy pool of Evie’s love juices. While on his back, he scooped her secretions onto his body and played with the mess, still dazed and loopy from his high.

Evie picked him up and pulled the bedsheets over her body. As she laid her head on the pillow, she licked Miguel’s nude body and lapped up her juices off him as if he were one of her kittens. Miguel was half-asleep, with a raging boner because Evie’s giant tongue was relentless with his cock. He moaned, cumming again. Evie greedily licked up his seed and gave him a kiss.

Miguel passed out while the giantess kissed and licked him. They were angelic touches that made him feel guarded and loved. He curled up in the fetal position within Evie’s palm. His problems and worries melting away.

Back at work, Evie sat at her desk and was typing something on her computer. Her outfit was pressed and pristine. Her dark brown hair pulled back in a tight bun. She sat straight up as she finished typing a form. She clicked the enter button with the flourish of a pianist.

“All done,” she said to Miguel, who stood nearby the keyboard. “It’ll finish processing by the end of the week.”

“Evie, I can’t thank you enough. For everything.”

“Think nothing of it.” Her upbeat demeanor faded as she became serious. “Miguel, about last night … I had an incredible time with you, and I wouldn’t mind doing it again. But … I think you need to know that I’m interested in dating Liam again.”

“Oh, phew,” Miguel let out a tense breath. “I thought you were going to say you regretted last night.”

“Of course not! But are you upset I want to see Liam?”

“Well, are you planning on not being my friend anymore?”

“No, I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Miguel shrugged. “Then I see nothing wrong. You don’t mind me seeing Luna?”

“You’re seeing Luna? And Liam is okay with it?” She shook her head. “What am I saying? Of course he is,” she giggled. “No, I don’t mind Miguel.”

“If you date Liam, I have a feeling all of us are going to see more of each other.”

Evie just loved her time with Miguel. He brought her so much joy and seeing him grow so much in one day made her feel proud of him. She patted his shoulder with her finger.

“Hey, about my wife.”

Evie tensed, her face scowling. “Yeah? What about her?”

“Please remember your promise. Don’t fire her or confront her. She’s not a bad person.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“You said you’ll keep all this between us. I hope I can still count on your word.”

She nodded. “You can.”

Liam came by and made small talk with them before collecting Miguel and taking him back home. With Evie in her office alone, she picked up the phone and made an important call.

“What do you have Sofia Rodriguez doing today?” she asked through the phone. “Yeah, well, have her on prisoner detail. I want her to scrub all their toilets with a toothbrush, clean their cells … shit, I don’t know, make her bathe each shrunken prisoner. Tell her if we find any bruises on the prisoners or get any complaints, that she’s fucking fired. And if you think of any other shit work for her to do, make her do it!” Evie slammed the phone.

Evie and Sofia

===

Evie came by Liam’s home more often. Sofia remembered the first time Evie spent the night. She heard Evie and Liam go at it all night. Even turning up the TV in her room wasn’t enough to block out the sounds of their passionate lovemaking.

The next morning, Sofia was up early, brewing a cup of coffee. She was dressed and ready for work. They had her coming in early to open the building and prepare for a meeting with a bunch of executives. Sofia felt like this was more of an office administrator’s job, and not one for an agent. She had to buy specialty coffee and get pastries for the execs, and line them up in the conference room. She sighed, hating how things were turning out at work.

“Morning!” Evie sang as she walked into the kitchen. She was wearing a small shirt that exposed her midriff and light pink panties. Her bare feet padded along the linoleum floor. “Ooo, coffee for me, right?” She took the hot mug right out of Sofia’s hand. “Thanks, Sofia! Does this have cream?”

“No.” It took all of Sofia’s willpower not to slap that woman that was seven inches shorter than she was. Hell, just one of her boobs was bigger than the woman’s head. Evie had spent the night fucking Liam and had just come out of the bedroom with perfect hair and a bright smile.

“Well, can you put some cream in here?” Evie lifted the mug.

Sofia reached in the fridge, her hand going for a packet of her breastmilk. She thought better and grabbed the creamer instead. She returned to Evie and poured it into the coffee without saying a word.

“Oh, stir it, too.” Evie smiled internally.

Sofia took a clean spoon from the drawer and then stirred the coffee, still in Evie’s hand. She tossed the spoon in the sink. “Anything else?” she growled.

“Not for now.” Evie nearly skipped to the kitchen table and sat down. “Oh, by the way, I got your complaint about inter-office fraternization.”

Sofia became nervous and froze in-place. “My complaint?”

“Don’t act stupid.” Evie kicked up her feet on the empty chair beside her. “You sent a complaint to HR that an employee—Liam—was dating his superior. You named me in the complaint as well. Did you know these reports come through me before they go up?” Evie giggled. “I shredded it before it went anywhere. Not like anyone upstairs would do anything about it.”

“I didn’t complain.”

Evie made a tsking sound with her lips. “Ooh, careful what you say. We don’t like liars at the DPS. Maybe we should hold some disciplinary talks with you, Sofia? Or I could just terminate your employment right now.”

“Please don’t.” Her shoulders slumped and her hands clasped. “I need this job—I don’t have anywhere to go!”

Evie sipped from her coffee and stared at Sofia through cold eyes. What Sofia did to Miguel was vile and heartless. Evie had shrunk humans for far less. But her promise with Miguel—and Sofia’s immunity to downsizing—prevented such punishment. So, Evie did the next best thing.

“I’m not convinced you want to keep your job.”

“I do! Evie—”

“Miss Hammond.”

“Miss Hammond, I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do to—”

“Beg.”

“Excuse me.”

“You heard me. Get on your knees and beg for your job. I’ll not only fire you in the next second if you don’t, but I’ll make sure no one in the city ever hires you. If you don’t think I have that kind of pull, try me.”

Sofia nodded. She got on her knees in front of Evie’s bare feet and begged for her job. Evie sipped more of her coffee and listened to Sofia beg for several minutes. The tall, busty woman even paid Evie compliments, which was a delightful touch. What would make the moment better is if Evie told Sofia that she’s fucked her husband multiple times behind her back. Like twenty minutes ago when Miguel woke her up as he crawled inside her pussy. But Evie thought it would be better to keep that secret in the hip-pocket for when the time was just right.

“Okay, Sofia, you can go. Keep your head low and don’t fucking piss me off again. Got it?”

Sofia nodded and left for work.

Downfall

===

Several days later, Sofia came back from work, exhausted and close to passing out. She hardly saw her husband that week, because of long hours at work. He’s also been hanging out with Liam a lot, and anytime she got near them, Liam would tell her he’s unavailable or come up with some excuse about Miguel being busy. She might have to be more forceful with Liam, because she could really use her husband’s company at that moment.

A notification popped up on her phone and was surprised to see it was from Miguel. “How did he get his phone back?”

The text asked her to meet him in the kitchen. Sofia’s bones cracked as she got back up and to meet Miguel in the kitchen. He was standing on the kitchen table at parade rest, with his arms folded behind his back. He asked her to sit, and she did so, too tired to challenge Miguel’s command.

“There’s no way of making this easy,” he said. “So, I’ll just say it. Sofia, we’re divorced.” He pulled a stack of papers from his back and held it up for her. Sofia’s mouth opened in shock. She reached and pinched the stack of documents, which were smaller than a key on a keyboard, and held it up to her eyes. There was no way she was going to read the downsized print.

“Miguel, I told you, we’re not getting divorced. I’m not signing anything.” She shook her head while pinching the stack in front of her face.

“You don’t understand Sofia. It’s done. We’re not married anymore as of today. You should probably know that the law permits downsizers, in mixed-size marriages, to file and complete divorce without getting their human counterpart involved. And that’s what I did. We’re done.”

She shook her head. “You can’t do that. Miguel! What about our son? Our family?”

“I already talked to Mateo. Guess what? He saw it coming months ago, and he supports my decision. Sofia, after the shit you put me through … I don’t even want to see you right now. You’re lucky I didn’t file a restraining order against you, although it’s never too late for that.”

Her attitude changed to that of desperation. “Can we at least talk about it, Miguel? I haven’t seen you in so long—”

“Too little, too late. You had your chance, and you fucking blew it.” He pointed an angry finger at her. “I was your husband—physically vulnerable—and you treated me worse than a hamster in a third-grade classroom. I was your husband, Sophia. How could you do those things to me?”

A tear rolled down her eyes. “You cheated on me.”

Miguel huffed. “Yeah, because I was high on pheromones, and I didn’t know better. My actions were out of my control. I guess we could’ve talked about it then. But you threw me in a fucking microwave. Remember?”

“Pheromones?”

“You can leave now Sofia. I have nothing more to say.”

Sofia wiped her tears silently as she looked at the downsized paperwork on the digit of her finger. She shook her head as she sniffled. Miguel almost felt sorry for her. But all he had to do was remember the events from the past couple of months, and he was back to being angry.

“First Mateo,” she said, “then Liam, and now you. All the men in my life abandoned me. I have no one. I don’t even have a place to stay. Liam asked me when I was planning on moving out through a fucking email. Did you tell him what I did, Miguel?”

“I could’ve. But I didn’t. He knows I’m unhappy and I want to divorce you.”

She looked up at the ceiling and cried. “On top of looking for a place to move into, my job has been absolute shit. I’m no longer doing agent stuff but slaving away for that Evie. He’s fucking her and gets disgusted when he looks at me. Now this?” Her mouth was wide open, like someone stabbed her in the heart. She cried. “Divorce? Seriously, how can this day get any worse?”

Liam came bursting into the kitchen with Luna in her palm. She looked giddy and was jumping up and down, clapping her hands from his upturned palm. The tiny woman was about to burst with excitement.

“We got something to share!” Liam said.

“Babe, lemme tell, I wanna tell ‘em!” Luna said.

“Okay, okay,” he said. “Go for it.”

“Guess what guys?” Luna asked Sofia and Miguel. Although Sofia was crying with mascara running down her cheek, and Miguel appearing tense, it didn’t take away an ounce of her excitement. “I’m pregnant!”

Both Sofia’s and Miguel’s jaw hit the floor. Liam smiled and held his expression back, waiting for Sofia and Miguel to say something. Luna kept jumping and did a jig right in her husband’s palm.

“How is that possible?” Sofia asked. “Liam can’t get you pregnant.”

Luna giggled. “Of course not, silly. The baby is Miguel’s.”

All eyes fell on Miguel. He let out one nervous chuckle before his eyes rolled back and his body fell back, slamming hard on the table, passing out cold.

Downsizing by MXP