Downsizing

Registration

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“How long have you been downsized?” Carol asked.

Charles stood on Carol’s neat desk with a manilla folder containing his son's registration packet in his hands. He quietly admired his son’s new blonde bombshell principal. She wore a light blue blouse with a black vest that had a plunging V-cut with the top two buttons unfastened because of her enlarged breasts.

“Uhm, since last titsday—TUESDAY. Ah, uh, hardly a week.”

The corner of Carol’s lips slightly rose. She regarded Charles, admiring his square jawline, broad shoulders, and defined butt. She liked what she saw. “And you want little Greg to start—”

“Immediately.” He wanted to appear confident and not like a bumbling fool.

“He can start next Monday,” Carol said in a professional tone.

“Can we possibly move him in sooner? I don’t like him missing too much—”

“No.” It was her turn to interrupt and remind Charles of his new social standings—no matter how handsome he looked. Carol scribbled some notes with her executive pen. “Now, I have a new policy where I like to handle all new downsizer registrations to my school. I’ve had issues this school year with rambunctious students trying to pull a fast one on school policies.”

“Oh, that’s not my Greg. He’s a sweet little—”

“I would like to see him first thing on Monday. Before any classes. You may bring him in-person, if you would like.”

“I don’t know … I don’t want Greg walking outside downsizer zones … like your floor. And I certainly don’t want him climbing up that ladder.” Charles pointed at the edge of the desk. “That was hard, even for me.”

“Really, but you’re so muscly.” Her grin widened.

“Thanks. I lift a lot. Can’t wait to hit a downsizer gym when things settle.”

“You look strong.” Carol was honest and let her eyes soak in the two-inch man. “Can you lift this pen over your head?” She set her reflective silver pen in front of him.

Charles dropped his folder to the ground and lifted his jeans by giving it a tug at the knee. He got into the deadlift position and gripped the pen. It wasn’t like lifting a barbell—it was more like lifting a drainage pipe. Not wanting to humiliate himself in front of the principal, he kicked his muscles into overdrive and drove his feet into the ground. He grunted as he deadlifted the pen, then performed a clean & jerk to lift it above his head. Well, he lifted only one end of the pen. The writing utensil was far too long to lift by himself. So, he only lifted the pen by one side like a seesaw.

Carol smiled and clapped. “That’s so impressive.” She took the pen from him with two fingers, playing with it like a baton and paying no attention to it. It was such a challenge for Charles, but Carol played with the feather-light pen with the slightest effort. “You’re such a big, strong man!” she said in a faux deep voice. “I wonder what else you can lift.”

Charles took a second to breathe. “Uhm. I don’t know.” He inhaled hard through his nose before exhaling through his mouth. “I can probably bench half a wooden pencil.”

“Oh, that’s no fun. I was thinking of something more interesting, like my hairbrush or a sock.”

“Oh?”

“Getting back to Greg—I’ll carry him. I can carry you, too, if you sign your CoH to me.”

“Uhm … I guess …”

Carol pulled out her phone and opened her MHIP app. She displayed her QR code for Charles to scan and held it without questioning him if he actually wanted to give her consent. Not to seem unassertive, Charles took out his phone and scanned Carol’s MHIP. It brought up a screen that displayed her profile.

Her scores were almost perfect. And over 100+ downsizers had signed their Consent of Handling to Carol. That impressed Charles, especially her 4.7 rating out of 5. He signed over his CoH, prompting an alert on Carol’s phone. She set it down and placed her palm face-up next to him.

“Ever been held by a human?” Carol asked.

“No.”

He looked at the giant palm and then up at her. Her eyes expressed impatience over his indecisiveness. Charles shook off his worries and climbed onto the giant palm, which was more spacious than a van. Like walking on a heated, firm mattress that made micro-adjustments as he climbed on. As soon as he sat, she lifted him up to her eyes, which felt like those slingshot rides at a theme park. There was a surge of fear that he would fall over, but the pillar-like fingers around him sloped upwards around him, provided assurance she wouldn’t drop him. He felt her eyes scan his diminutive body. Charles’s outfit comprised a thin brown sweater and jeans, displaying his chiseled physique. Carol really began to like what she saw.

“You’re so light!” Her smile revealed her perfect white teeth. “Are you sure you’re as muscly as you say you are?”

“Uhm. I’d say so.”

“I would love to see you without a shirt.”

“Excuse me?” he said with a nervous laugh.

“Let’s finish this pesky paperwork and talk about that later.”

Carol finished the forms with Charles. She then took his original documents in the digit of her finger and made photocopies of fifteen downsized documents onto one human sheet of paper in the outside office area. When she returned, she stared intently at the human-sized photocopies while giving no heed to Charles. She remained standing beside Charles, her crotch right above his head.

“Looks like everything is in order. Mmm.” She winced while placing her hand on her chest.

“Anything wrong?” Charles asked.

“No—well, yes. I’m lactating and I need to pump. My breasts are killing me.”

“Oh, did you just have a baby? Congratulations!”

“No, no. I have no kids or significant other.”

“Uhm. Oh.”

Carol smiled and sat down as she unbuttoned the rest of her vest. “I’m one of the lucky few humans who began lactating ever since being around so many downsizers. The human body is funny that way—thinking the tiny things surrounding me are my offspring that I must nurture and feed. But since I have no use for my breastmilk, I donate it to the local hospital to help newborns whose parents can’t produce.”

“That’s generous of you.”

“We’re both adults. Is it okay if I pump in front of you?”

Sweat beads laced Charles’s forehead. “I think you should know I’m married, Miss Sullivan.”

“I know. We just registered your son, and the topic of your wife came up. But that wasn’t my question, Mr. Ramsay. I asked if I could pump while we finish your child’s enrollment. I don’t see how this has anything to do with your wife. Unless … Oh, I think I see what’s going on—”

“No, no, Miss Sullivan. That’s not—please, pump. Uhm, it’s a normal bodily function. And I think it’s admirable you’re donating your … your milk.”

“Thank you, Mr. Ramsay.”

“Chuck is fine.”

“Very well. And you can call me Carol. So, about little Greg. Will he be joining any sports?”

“Football. Just like his old man,” Charles said proudly.

Carol, as she continued talking and staring down at him, began unbuttoning her light blue blouse, starting from the top. “You’ll have to sign a waiver for that and take him to a doctor to get a physical.”

Charles didn’t hear what Carol said after that. He kept nodding as she finished unbuttoning her last button. She opened her blouse and revealed her midriff and bra containing her stadium-sized tits. Graceful fingers undid the clasp in front, her bra snapping apart as her breast sprang outward.

“Yeah, uh-huh,” Charles heard himself say. He wasn’t even sure if she asked anything.

She pulled back her bra and nipple patches to reveal two divine tits that took his breath away. Dark pink areolas in a sea of creamy pale skin like two little islands, with a mountainous nipple jutting out. Charles licked his lips, feeling his parched mouth thirst for her nectar.

Carol rubbed her nipples, feeling them stiffen under her touch. “They’re so full,” she said. Charles heard that, for once. “Oops.” She gave her left boob a squeeze, and out came four individual milk streams with the force of a firehose. “I hope I didn’t get any on you.” She reached under her desk for her breast pump.

Must’ve been a joke, because at least one of her breastmilk streams hit him square in the face. Carol lowered her head under the desk while Charles wiped the liquid from his face. A good amount of her milk entered his mouth, and he couldn’t help but give it a taste. “Mmm.” It was like the leftover milk in a bowl of sugary cereal. Carol’s flavor was divine.

“I could get you a cup if you would like,” Carol said.

Charles snapped his attention back to Carol. His face turned a shade of red in embarrassment as he wiped the rest of the milky liquid from his face.

“Don’t be shy, Chuck, I was serious.” Carol pulled open a drawer and grabbed a glass cup for downsizers. She squeezed her nipple slowly and let a tiny stream quickly fill the teeny container. She handed it to Charles.

“Carol … I-I can’t. I’m married and—”

“Why are you yammering like an insecure teen? You said it yourself that this is a normal bodily function. There’s nothing strange about drinking my milk, unless you make it so. But I must ask one more time, what does this have to do with your wife? Is this sexual to you? Should I cover up my breasts?”

“I …”

“Here!” She shoved the glass into his hands.

He took it, surprised by its size. Like a German stein glass from Oktoberfest. It was heavy and overflowing with Carol’s warm milk. Her gaze weighed heavily on him. If she was so pushy about it, why not have a drink? He brought the glass to his lips and gulped it down.

Her milk-pumping machine was a clear cylinder container, with the electric motor on top. From there, two plastic pipes came out and connected to their respective suction cups on Carol’s nipples.

She spoke to Charles as the machine pumped her breasts, sounding like a beaten tractor on the farm. In truth, she was rambling about a TV show she’s been streaming. Charles was half-paying attention to her words. He was enthralled watching a contraption bigger than a corn silo milking a skyscraper-sized woman. While enjoying the show, he drank from the glass, leaving behind a milk mustache on his upper lips.

“You will meet me an hour past the school day, correct?” she asked.

“Huh?”

“That’s when I leave for home. See, I also run the downsize detention.”

“Oh. Why do you want me to …”

“For our date tonight. I want you to come over to my home. I’ll treat you to a dinner, a movie, and if things go a certain way …”

“Wait, when did we agree—”

“Just now. Were you not paying attention?”

“A date? Carol, I’m married!”

“I don’t mind.”

“Well, I can’t.” Charles looked around, confused. Wait, do I have a shot at her? God, she’s so fucking hot. Unknown to him, her pheromones were already altering his mind.

“Tell her you’re going to the gym. Don’t worry, I’ll give you a workout.” She grabbed her tits and jiggled them. She topped the gesture with a wink. “Don’t you want to climb and touch these?”

He nodded.

“Good, boy. See you at four.”

Downsize Detention

===

Taking care of the school, mixed with downsized students, was no easy challenge, but Principal Carol Sullivan made it look easy. Teachers and students, humans and downsized, it didn’t matter who they were. Everyone snapped to attention in Carol’s presence.

She monitored the end of the school day, watching the downsized students get on the Puny Express while they stole quick glances at her.

There were no fights, quarrels, arguments, disagreements … nothing for Carol to intervene herself in. All the students behaved and didn’t dare break any rules in front of Carol. This would make any principal happy, seeing a student body disciplined to the degree of military unit. But there was a small part of Carol that craved some type of disruption. Some kind of conflict for her to sink her teeth into.

Walking back to her office, a staff member told her the downsized detention was ready for her. Excellent, Carol thought to herself. The detention roster was empty, but that didn’t mean class was empty. She went to pick up the classroom that was attached to the downsize-section of the school. Inside the detention class, about twice the size of a shoe box, were 5 male students. The usual suspects. Carol smiled without saying a word to them as she grabbed the classroom and hurried to her office.

She set the class under her desk gently. She then slipped out of her heels and placed two tired and lightly perspiring feet into the open-top room. Carol pushed her back into her seat, resting her head over her executive chair, and closed her eyes.

Ten little hands went to work massaging her sore feet. She recognized each student as her regulars. They snitched on their friends, told Carol about all the school gossip, and did whatever she asked. As a reward for their loyalty, they got to massage her bare feet after a long day.

She felt someone trying to squeeze their head between her toes. A light tickle that made her breath out loudly. She splayed her toes and immediately felt an overeager tongue licking her toe cleavage. Like a dog licking peanut butter, whoever this was, was lapping up and licking away all her salty sweat between her toes. Carol lightly scrunched her toes and held the student’s head between her toes for a second, relishing the control she had over another with such miniscule effort.

She relaxed her feet and allowed detention to continue. Their tongues, the microscopic fingers, and their little arms serviced every millimeter of her foot.

For Emery, it was like working the undercarriage of a car. Most of his body was under Carol’s arch, while his face was under the ball of her foot. His tongue was drier than the Sahara after licking a square area of her sole. The ridges and lines that made up her footprint were as thick as his tongue, and the calloused skin rougher than the dense rubber mulch at a playground. Yet, her skin yielded when he pressed his hands hard against it. The smell and the taste went straight to his head and were far more addictive than any game on his phone.

He whimpered as there was no more saliva in his mouth to give to his goddess. He saw his principal as nothing less, and he had an intense desire to serve and worship her. Emery pushed himself across the ground until he made it to her big toe, where the crease line of her digit was. There was some moisture, some sweat trapped there. His tiny tongue, like sandpaper, ran against it, sponging up whatever dampness was there. More of Carol’s pheromones entered his system, creating an even more loyal zombie to the giantess.

The toe was his girlfriend, and he embraced it with his arms, digging his face as hard as he could into the underside of the toe. His hip thrusting upwards, desperate to rub his crotch against her foot. A twitch and then a flick of the toe shoved him off. He disturbed his goddess and got too chummy. He had to temper his carnal desires to make love with the principal’s feet.

Carol closed her book and set it neatly on her desk. She pulled the bottle of her milk from a cooler inside her desk and poured a helping into a large downsizer container.

“Are my precious little busy mousies thirsty?”

She removed her feet from the class and brought the room on top of her desk. She set the milk container inside and watched all five students eagerly encircled it, dunking their faces into her creamy white milk like a bunch of newborn kittens. They were hers and she could do whatever she pleased, knowing their fealty in her would not waiver.

A Date with ‘Chuck’

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The detention students didn’t want to leave. They begged their principal to let them stay with her a little longer. “There’s always tomorrow,” she said to them as she attached the class back to the downsize section of the school. She had to open the door and practically shove them out with her hand. Maybe they were too loyal?

“Uhm, Miss Sullivan,” Charles said, walking into her office and standing by the door. “I can’t do this.”

“Nonsense.” She walked over to him and stood with her heels only a few inches from him, straightening her posture to look more imposing. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day, and you will not back down.”

Carol squatted and plucked the man with two fingers. He said a few words mixed with groans. Charles regretted coming back, as made clear by the butterflies in his stomach.

But despite these feelings, there was some damn hold she had on him. He had to see her again. In that moment, however, he had a sudden moment of clarity that made him question why he was there. He could’ve just called her or ghosted her.

Carol set the man on her desk. “Strip. If you don’t, I’ll rip your clothes off myself.”

“Carol?”

“I will not repeat myself.”

Carol was going to fuck Charles that night—and nothing would prevent that from happening. She had so much pent-up sexual energy following a month-long sexless drought. This night with Charles would take place, and his trepidation would not stop that.

“Carol, what are you doing? You can’t hold me against my will! I can always rescind my CoH from you.” Her tone was different, and so was her posture. The human before him was holding him against his will, and there was no running away from that. What could he do? Realistically, what were his options? Jump off her desk? Ask her to politely return him? She moved under her desk with purpose and didn’t bother looking at him. She knew she had him trapped on her desk.

Charles cursed himself. There were rumors of stuff like this. Humans abusing their size on downsizers. But after all the reassurance he heard from the DPS and gated community that was Lilliputian Lakes, he never thought he had to fear a human. Hardly a week downsized, and already he was facing his greatest fear. This giantess could do whatever she wanted to him.

She placed the silo containing her milk on the desk. As a high producer of breastmilk, topping at 6 ounces per session, there was more liquid than Charles was tall.

He yelped as Carol picked him up. “I said I’ll do it myself if you didn’t,” she said.

“Stop, stop, what are you doing?” he yelled.

She yanked on his pants and shirts with the dexterity of a seamstress. His clothes fluttered to the ground as Carol positioned him over the open container of her milk. He looked down and then back up at Carol with pleading eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“Speeding things up.” She dropped him, and he landed with a splash in her rich milk.

Charles fought to swim and float to the surface. He took countless gulps of her milk, while Carol looked down at him indifferently. She picked up the container with two fingers and sloshed him like a rattle.

Carol let Charles out of the container after five minutes. He was on all four, coughing breastmilk on her desktop. The principal cringed at the mess on her immaculate desk. She grabbed a tissue and wiped her desk first before pat-drying Charles.

“How do you feel, Chuck?”

The tissue assaulted his face, pits, stomach, and legs. “I feel good.” The material of the tissue felt like a potato sack, given the size difference.

“Thinking about your wife?” She gathered her purse.

“Hmm?”

“Ready to come home with me?”

“Yes!”

Carol kicked off her shoes and hung up her purse upon entering her apartment. A bottle of Pinot Noir was waiting patiently in the kitchen for her.

Cork removed, wine poured, and then one sip later, Carol finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was a long day, but finally she was going to have a bit of fun. She pulled Charles from her between her breast and set him on the counter.

“Can I get you some wine?”

The boob ride disoriented and dehydrated Charles. He looked at his surroundings and noted Carol’s apartment was as pristine as her office. Before he could answer, his giant host poured wine into a shot glass for him. Closer to a barrel than a glass, there was no way he was lifting the container, so he brought his lips to the red liquid like a horse.

Carol smiled and leaned over her counter, pushing her breasts out while holding her wine glass close to her lips. Her date was still in his white underwear. Laced with both his and her sweat, hair disheveled, and muscles popping. His arms and pecs were jacked, but with a soft stomach and a comfortable layering of fat throughout his body. It told Carol that Charles loved to hit the gym hard but wouldn’t say no to a fast-food burger at the same time.

“Ever been with a big girl?” she asked with a sip of her wine.

Charles’s cock was rock hard. He’s been lusting after Carol since … since sometime that day. Lingering thoughts of his wife and son dissipated as he drank the sight of the goddess before him.

“I haven’t,” he said. “Ever been with a small dude?”

“Plenty.” Her words were sharp and made Charles not feel special at all. She somehow sensed this. “But none were as a fine specimen as yourself.”

Carol lay in her bed, fully naked, with her legs spread and one hand playing with her crotch. Charles was on her nipple, rubbing his hard cock against her milk ducts, mixing his pre-cum with her seeping breastmilk. With her free hand, she pressed Charles into her tit and kneaded him into her soft boob.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “I can’t wait to put you inside me. Do you want that?” Not that I care what you want.

“Uhm, I guess.”

“Guess?”

“Uh, yeah, I was thinking something else I can do, maybe?”

Carol raised a brow in intrigue. “And what might that be?”

“I want to check out your backdoor.”

Carol laughed. “How about, no?” More giggles. “My tits and pussy are enough for you, little man.”

“Oh, sorry, Carol.” He raised his arms. “I didn’t know you were so … Ah, never mind.”

“What were you about to say?” She raised herself to a seated position against her pillows. Charles still had enough of her tits to hang on comfortably, despite the increased angle.

“Tits and pussy are fine! I can see why a Prudish woman like yourself would only be into that,” he said with a laugh. “I bet the most daring position you fuck in is missionary.”

Carol's amusement turned to incredulity. She knew Charles was making a lame attempt at manipulating her … but he spoke the truth. She was planning on fucking Charles like a dildo against her clit and then discarding him afterwards. Were her plans so—

“Vanilla,” he said, taking the words out of her mind. “And that’s fine. Lots of people like vanilla.”

Suddenly, Carol cared about Charles’s opinions. “Humor me, Chuck. What would make me so … not vanilla?”

“Got some lingerie?”

Most downsizers dropped their loads as soon as they saw her naked. Her tits alone could make a man cum without them even touching themselves. Carol never thought about dressing up, let alone putting effort into glamouring herself up for a little downsizer.

She came out of her closet wearing her Victoria’s Secret intimate wear. Thigh-high black stocking that ended in a lacy pattern with two sets of suspenders that clamped to a sheer waist-level pantie-skirt. Her bra matched the ensemble, being black, lacy, and so sheer, her nipples shown through. Black leather boots that ended right below the kneecap glinted in her bedroom lighting. Her golden hair contrasted with her black motif outfit and was pulled back tightly in a pony.

“Still vanilla, Mr. Ramsay?” she asked with a pirouette.

He nervously laughed. “Whatever happened to Chuck?”

"I go by first-name basis with my good mousies only."

“I’m not one of your good mousies? Have I been—naughty?”

Carol moaned. How much she enjoyed that word! “Oh yes, very naughty.”

She rotated her hips to show her laced up ass to Charles. Two snowy hills distinguished themselves against her black lingerie. That had the same effect on Charles as a dehydrated man spotting an oasis in the desert. His mouth thirsted for her pillowy ass. Carol smacked, letting out a thunderclap that felt like an explosion to Charles and nearly deafened him. The shockwave knocking him onto his butt.

“Naughty boys get spanked,” she said. “Do you think you deserve a spanking?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said without missing a beat.

“Let me see your butt,” Carol said. Who knew I would’ve fucking loved this? Talking so dirty feels so … right! Why haven’t I done this before?

Charles got on his belly and lifted his butt for Carol. She smacked him with her index finger, causing him to flatten out on the bed in an instant.

“Holy shit, that hurt!” he cried out.

“Naughty, naughty!” She smacked him again. He’s got such a fine ass. Carol lifted her right foot onto the bed and lowered her shiny leather boot beside him. “Be a good little bitch and lick my boot.”

With an erection that wouldn’t quit, and a sore ass, Charles crawled over to the toe-section of her boot and licked the shiny leather. Carol gasped at the sight. She fingered herself as she watched her obedient man groveling at her foot. She pulled her boot away as he was licking and turned around. Carol massaged her ass cheeks as she let them sway lazily above the man.

“Good mousey,” she said, looking over her shoulder. “How about I give you a treat?”

Carol descended her ass like a blimp coming in for a gentle landing. Charles looked up with a content grin on his face as the human’s heat and odor slammed into him moments before her supple flesh did.

With her hands on the bed, Carol made sure she didn’t put too much weight on Charles. Not for his comfort, but not to kill him. Feeling him between her crack, Carol shifted her weight between each ass cheek. She felt him ride up deeper within her canyon, the more she manipulated her hips.

A jolt of electricity went through Carol as she felt the lump of a man meet her asshole, separated by her sheer panties. This was so taboo for her! Sure, she’s done the butt plug thing before. But never had a downsizer barebacked into her ass before. She paused and sat mostly on one cheek. She wanted to feel Charles and was curious if he’d tried to escape. Carol whimpered again as she felt him crawl towards her sphincter. His tiny hands clawed at her hole.

“Fuck me,” she said in a gritty tone.

Carol stood up, her ass clamping down on the man and keeping him firmly in place. The two-inch man was alive with vigor as he squirmed and kicked his legs and arms.

Charles’s worries were a thing of the past as he remained sandwiched within his son’s principal’s ass. There were thousands of tons of huge ass flesh squeezing his body that he didn’t give a fuck about anything else in the world. There was no other place he’d rather be. Well, there was one place that would top this …

Spending so much time at the gym, Charles grew accustomed to seeing women in their booty shorts, squatting or doing reverse lunges, working their asses and feeding them to make them bigger. His eyes were like magnets that couldn’t look away from such holy sites.

Now that he was on this date with Carol—which for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why he was there—he wanted to explore his deepest fantasy. Thoughts he used to push away while in the gym. Thoughts of being helplessly tiny within hills of athletic ass. In the darkened cavern, he found Carol’s tent-sized panties flossing through her crack and protecting the opening he so desperately wanted to enter.

The giantess was moving and Charles felt gravity shifting around him, but the walls of her cheeks kept him in place. He planted his bare foot on her inner cheek and pushed against it, raising his head closer to her sphincter. Charles kept at this until the top of his head reached a dead end. He wriggled, trying to get closer, but the giantess squeezed her ass, knocking the air out of him. When she relaxed, he felt himself falling as she spread her butt cheeks.

“So eager!” Carol said. He was back on her bed, looking up, confused. “But you need a little aid before I send you on your way.” She poured baby oil on him, coating his entire nude body.

Carol then picked him up and told him to stiffen his body. She hooked one finger under her panties and peeled them to the side. Bending down, Carol then shoved Charles into her asshole, feet first. He slipped right in. Carol’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as he entered her. New sensations indeed.

“Wait, wait!” were his last words before Carol’s fingers shoved him the rest of the way into her ass by placing her ring finger on top of his head. Removing her finger and then relaxing her ass, Charles was truly buried inside her. She stood up straight and reveled in his feint struggles. Far better than a butt plug.

Carol got on her back and pulled a vibrator. She pleasured her clit while Charles struggled inside her rectum. He either kneed or kicked her, but whatever it was, he struck her G-spot, causing her to wail in pleasure. She clenched her ass, encouraging Charles to do it again.

Charles felt himself sweating profusely. The heat and the sounds were surreal, and he felt his body connect to Carol on a deeper level. He jacked off and came inside her rectum. His microscopic seed being inconsequential to the larger woman. He was sure Carol climaxed several times as he heard fluids jetting out of her pussy.

Carol cleaned up Charles and slipped into a trench coat to hide her lingerie. She dropped him off at the nearest downsize train station and whispered to him she’d like to have fun with him again. As a parting gift, she slipped a bottle of her breastmilk with him. She blew a kiss and bid him farewell.

Back to School

===

Days passed, and the residual high of having Charles inside her waned. She wanted more. At her desk, Carol worked on paperwork, placing neat stacks of finished and unfinished work. Her intercom buzzed, letting her know Ramsay was outside her door to see her.

“Let him in,” she said with a smile forming.

“It’s actually Mrs. Ramsay,” her office drone said over the cheap intercom.

“Very well.”

Carol took her bare feet out of detention to the distress of seven students that were licking her feet and slipped on her heels. She walked over to her door and opened to see a petite downsizer at the door.

“Mrs. Ramsay, please come in.” Carol stepped back.

Mrs. Ramsay was beyond meek. Even if she wasn’t downsized, she looked so frail and shy the way she walked and carried herself. She had her head hunched over and she held her purse daintily in front of her.

“Meet me at my desk, Mrs. Ramsay. I have a ladder here you can use.”

Carol stomped away, but when she looked over her shoulder, she saw the woman crying in place. Oh, she knows. Carol felt pussy tingle as she realized Mrs. Ramsay came to confront her for cheating on her husband.

Carol pulled out her phone and pulled out her MHIP. “It would be a lot easier if you allow me to carry you.”

It took several minutes for Misses Ramsay to control herself enough to sign over her CoH to the principal. Once she did, Carol snatched the woman up like a toy and sat at her desk. She set the tiny woman on her desk, right below her breast.

“What can I do for you, Misses Ramsay?”

She sniffled. “Did you sleep with my husband?”

“Remind me, who is your husband?”

“Charles!” she blurted out. “Charles Ramsay.”

Carol tapped on her chin as she faked thinking hard. “Hmm.”

“It would’ve been on Tuesday night.”

“Oh, yes!” Carol tapped her forehead as if the information finally came to mind. “Of course! There’ve been so many. Chuck? Right? Yes, he made love to me. Called me his goddess and played so eagerly on my body.” Carol swayed her breast back and forth. “You’re a lucky woman. He’s such a stud.”

“Fuck you!”

“Language please,” Carol said, always maintaining her stoicism.

“I can’t believe he would cheat on me,” she said, crying into her palms.

“Ugh, I know. Men are such pigs.” Carol kicked her shoes off and returned her bare feet into the detention class without looking. As soon as they entered, the students, like piranhas, clamored on her foot and resumed their licking and worship of her. “Is that why you’re here, Mrs. Ramsay? To confirm your suspicions?”

“He admitted to it! He said he was under a hypnotic haze or something—the damn liar!”

“Hypnosis? He seemed cognizant and operating under his own freewill. I swear, some of these cheaters will come up with—”

“Did you know he was married?”

“Yes.”

“W-why did you sleep with him?” Mrs. Abbey Ramsay shouted.

“I have my needs too, Mrs. Ramsay. And your husband provided me with a fleeting delight, much like a coffee break between meetings. Now, is there anything else I can help you with? I must return to my work and administering detention for our troublesome students.”

Abbey Ramsay shook her head. “No.” She looked over at the edge of the desk, where Carol pointed. “Can you carry me back to the downsize section?”

“Mrs. Ramsay, I am far too busy. Please see yourself out.”

Carol went back to scribbling in the stack of paperwork she had in front of her. She eyed the meek woman walking to the edge of her desk with her head hung low. The principal laughed internally. What was Mrs. Ramsay going to accomplish with her visit? Carol supposed the little woman thought the conversation would go differently. Maybe Abbey didn’t know that Carol knew?

Whatever the reason, it brought Carol joy to see how defeated the little woman was after fucking her husband up her ass. She wiggled her toes to encourage her little detention mousies to get back to work.

After five minutes, Carol heard a screech coming from the side of her desk. With a roll of her eyes and an exasperated grunt, she lifted her feet from the detention and walked over to the side of her desk.

“Mrs. Ramsay, what are you doing?” she asked annoyingly.

The tiny woman was hanging upside down with her legs caught up in the rope ladder’s steps. Abbey was crying and shouting simultaneously. Carol squatted and looked at the woman flailing.

“Help me!” she squealed.

Carol really wanted to toy with the woman, but, in a rare showing of empathy, decided against it. She cupped her hands and carefully untangled Abbey from the ladder, catching the tiny woman in her palm. Abbey curled up and cried.

“I can’t do this. I can’t do this!”

“What’s wrong now?”

“Downsizing! Why the heck did we agree to this? We never wanted to shrink!” Abbey sat up on the giant palm and looked up at the indifferent principal. “But we had no choice because we weren’t making enough money to live normally. So, we shrank thinking we would stay in Lilliputian Lakes and never see humans … but, but … Why am I here? On your palm?”

“Can I interest you in something to calm your nerves?” Carol asked sweetly. “Come have some warm milk. It’ll do a body good.”

Agent Sofia Rodriguez

===

Charles Ramsey sat alone in an interview room at the DPS. It was a cold room, utilitarian, bright, and minimally decorated. He sat on a downsized table, which was on top of a human table.

Rough times had fallen on Charles, and he had to take up two jobs just to make ends meet. As he sat and waited for an agent to hear his complaint, he nodded off in his seat until he fell asleep.

Evie dropped a case file on Sofia’s lap.

“I got a job for you that’s up your alley,” Evie said with a coffee in her hand. Today’s ensemble was a matching gray suit with baggy trousers and a tight black blouse. Her golden badge hooked on her waist. “Divorced dad. Says a human manipulated him with pheromones.”

Sofia opened the blue folder and scanned the documents. “Miss Hammond, I thought you wanted me to work on unregistered cases. This man isn’t unregistered. What does this case have to do with me?”

Evie sipped from her coffee. “As I said—I think it’s up your alley.”

Sofia entered the interview room and saw the downsized man seated with his arms crossed. She may have entered too abruptly, because he jumped from her seat when the door opened. Of the few items she scanned in his files, Sofia learned Charles was a relatively new downsizer. Not even 30 days, and it appeared he went through many challenges in that time. Already interacting with humans and having a negative experience that warranted DPS attention. She couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Ramsay. I am Agent Rodriguez and I’ve been assigned your case.”

The interview proceeded normally. Sofia took all his information and wrote it with a wooden pencil. Charles filled Sofia with everything. He didn’t hold back. The breastmilk, the coercion to take him to her house, the fucking, the additional breastmilk when they were done.

“When I got home,” Charles said, “I did some searching on the internet about human breastmilk and downsizers. I was wondering why it tasted so good and made me feel tingly. That’s when I saw all the articles about pheromones.”

Charles broke down. He explained to Sofia how he drained the milk Carol gave him in the sink, despite how hard his body fought him against it. After a day, and drinking tea to flush his system, he summoned the courage to tell Abbey the truth. He told Sofia it didn’t go so well.

“Could’ve been worse,” Sofia said.

“Abbey went to see Principal Carol without telling me. She wanted to see the woman that I would destroy a 15-year marriage for. When Abbey came back home and told me where she was—I noticed she was a completely different person. She said Carol wasn’t the problem, and it was all me. I’m the only one to blame. Abbey had dried milk stains around her lips.”

They talked some more. Sofia confirmed Charles’ suspicions about the pheromones. Charles kept his eyes focused on Sofia. He tried looking past her beauty and her alluring body and reminded himself she was a professional agent.

The way Sofia spoke and looked down at him from high above brought some comfort to him. It was the opposite of what he felt with Carol. Sofia was also the only woman that didn’t make him feel on edge.

Looking up, he saw her nostrils, her soft skin under her chin compress as she tilted her head down, the look of concern in her eyes, and eyelashes longer than his finger. She was larger than Carol, in terms of height and body type. Most likely stronger, too. Domineering, but like in a mother bear sort of way.

“I need your honest opinion as a woman,” Charles said during a lull in the conversation. “Do you think I’m a cheater?”

Sofia remained motionless before she said, “Yes.”

Dejected, Charles lowered his head in shame until his forehead hit the table. He slammed his little fist on the table, and if it weren’t for the seriousness of the moment, Sofia would’ve thought it was cute. He had so much anger, but expressing his frustration with such a teeny gesture took away its significance.

“Abbey left me and took our son,” he said, sniffling and raising his head. “She moved to the East Coast, closer to her family, to another downsized community called New New York.”

Sofia raised a brow and tried to recall all the downsized communities from memory. “New, New York?”

“Yeah, it’s the one modeled after that show, Futurama. I got her hooked on it when we first started dating. Have you seen the show? The community looks just like it with the architecture and even those suction tubes that transport people.”

“My husband—excuse me. My ex-husband used to watch the show for a short while.” Sofia set her pencil down and clasped her fingers before continuing. “I will investigate Carol Sullivan and record all crimes she may be committing. And when this investigation concludes, she'll face exactly what she deserves.”

“What about me?”

“I’ll give you my card. Don’t worry, they’re downsized-scaled.” Sophia pulled out a stack of cards from the sleeve of her folder. Hardly larger than glitter, Sofia had to hold the stack on her index finger and hold it in front of the tiny man. Charles grabbed a single business card and slipped it into his pocket. “Call me and I’ll give you updates.”

Charles looked up at her like he had something to say. Sofia gathered her papers and prepared to leave.

“If there’s nothing else, I want to wish you good luck. Thank you for bringing all this to our attention.”

Charles nodded and stood up. Along the table, adjacent to the wall, was a doorway that led to the downsized section of the DPS. From there, he would have to walk to the station and take the train back to Lilliputian Lakes. He was looking at an hour and a half journey before getting home to his studio apartment. Four hours of sleep stood between him and another day at his downtown finance job. Then another hour, before he worked his second job at the restaurant.

“Hang on!” Charles shouted as he turned to face Sofia. She had just got to her feet. “Are you telling me you see me as a cheater?”

Sofia fidgeted in her shoes. She looked over at the one-way window, and although she couldn't see her, she knew Evie was watching. Looking down at Charles, she saw a change in demeanor. Although life had beaten him down severely in the past month, his dignity remained unbroken.

“By definition of the word—” Sofia said.

“I’m not asking a dictionary. I’m asking the woman in front of me.” He stepped forward, unafraid of Sofia’s towering presence. “After everything you’ve heard, after all the downsize crimes, you’ve probably investigated. You still think I’m at fault here? A human tricked me with her chemicals and manipulated me. If I was of sound presence and mind, I wouldn’t even fantasize about another woman other than Abbey.”

Sofia squatted until she was on her knees. She was eye-level with the two-inch man at the edge of the table, and when she spoke, her breath blew back his locks of hair. “If you really loved your wife, you wouldn’t have fucked another woman.”

“Take that back!” he said with spittle shooting out of his mouth. “I love Abbey!”

“Clearly,” Sofia said sarcastically. “Pheromones aren’t Cupid’s Arrow, Charles. They don’t make you fuck the first person you see. Why didn’t your lust provoke you to have sex with your wife?”

“Because it wasn’t her pheromones!” Charles shot back. “It was that big-boobed bitch’s pheromones! Don’t you know how it works? How are you a fucking agent here, and you don’t know that?”

Sofia squinted her eyes. For a brief second, she saw Miguel shift into Charles’ form before shifting back. “I know that you’re wrong. Pheromones make tiny downsizers overly horny, but it’s not an unbreakable love potion. You! You found Carol attractive, and you let your penis do the talking. Yes, I think you’re a cheater.” Her tremendous voice caused goosebumps to form on Charles’s arms.

Charles gritted his teeth and shook his head. “Quit thinking black and white! Some motherfucker that doesn’t care about his wife and knowingly sleeps with another woman—that’s a cheater. I was downsized for a few days and got sex chemicals pumped into my brain! You cannot say I’m a cheater like those other motherfuckers. I’m the goddamn victim here! I care about my family and would never jeopardize it.” Charles paced along the edge of the table while facing Sofia’s two-story tall face. Her eyes were laser focused on him. “You know nothing about me, Agent Rodriguez. I gave Abbey everything when she divorced me. She didn’t ask for it, but I gave her everything because I wanted to make sure my son …”

Charles stopped walking. As he stared off into the distance, he felt the Latina giantess’s stare weigh down on him. Her gigantic presence brought with it a micro-climate. Increased temperatures, complex smells like her lotions and body odor, the sounds of her body and internal organs going about their normal processes. He felt his vulnerability. He felt her superiority and her judgement. It felt like he was shrinking smaller.

“I’m …” He couldn’t find the words. Turning to her, it was difficult to discern what she was thinking. What her opinions were of him. “I don’t know if I’ll ever see my son again. I’ll have to work two jobs until I die just to survive.” He pinched the brow of his nose, closing his eyes, and letting out a pitiful sigh. “I need to get going.” He turned his back to Sofia and walked towards the exit.

“Wait.” Sofia dropped her hand in front of him. Getting achy from being on her knees, Sofia got up and sat in her chair. “Sorry, if I was harsh. It’s easy for me to forget how different the world is when you’re two inches tall.” She used her fingers to gently rotate him, so he faced her.

Charles looked up at the giantess. Her motherly aura was back to providing him with some comfort.

“You’re right,” Sofia said. “I know little about you, and I guess the pheromones complicate a lot of things. I’ll never know what it’s like for a downsizer, so maybe I shouldn’t pass judgement so harshly.”

Charles nodded.

“Hey …” Sofia said, tilting her head and lowering it closer to the depressed man. “I know this mixed-size café. Maybe we could get a cup of coffee, so I can learn more about you.”

Charles looked back down at the ground, hiding his emotions. Sofia’s giant finger came under his chin and tilted his head back. There was a shy smile on her face.

“I would love that,” he said.

Sofia nodded and then had a sudden urge to look back at the one-way mirror. She was sure Evie was watching her.

Sofia & ‘Charlie’

===

The morning sun glided through the bedroom’s gauzy white curtains. By the time the sun’s rays landed on Sofia’s nude body, they had diffused, softening, so they made her olive brown skin glow like honey. She slept on her stomach. The hills and curves of her shoulder, up her rear, and even her calves, created a sensual landscape whose beauty rivaled the rolling hills of Tuscany.

Charles climbed the sole of her foot, starting from her toes and ending up on her heel. From this vantage point, he could see his new girlfriend’s body as if it were new, unspoiled land to explore. The white linen from her bed sheets wrapped and snaked around her body, making her appear like a Grecian goddess.

His eyes went straight for his treasure. Smoother than silk, and rounder than a hot-air balloon, Sofia’s ass jutted out from the flat surface of her bed. Carol had nothing on Sofia. Sofia had a fullness and roundness that most people could only achieve in Photoshop. But the veritable ass was before his eyes, and nothing stood in his way from enjoying her.

It’s been a week and a half since they had coffee at the Meridian Café. They both learned a lot about each other, and what started as a pleasant meeting for coffee ended with Charles asking Sofia on a date. Then that turned into a night over. Which led to sex. For the past three days, Sofia and Charles were inseparable. Bonded between their mutual divorce, their kids living without them, and the complexities that downsizing had on relationships, Sofia and Charles got along swimmingly. They even started watching Futurama together.

Charles slid down Sofia’s Achilles tendon. The deep creases in her skin, still smooth and yielding under her body. Her calf muscle was larger than average and meaty. Years of walking on heels must’ve worked out her muscle to a point that made Charles jealous of her definition. He traveled past the back of the knee and entered the land of her hamstring.

He fell to his knees and just sat there, taking in her sight like an art enthusiast at a museum. So much history and story could be gleaned by looking at her leg muscle alone. He rubbed his hand against her supple, honey-colored leg. Even at his scale, there was no leg hair or imperfections he could perceive.

Sofia breathed hard through her nose before releasing it like a steam valve. She wasn’t fully awake, but the touches of a featherlight two-inch man was enough to rouse a sleeping mountain. Charles pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Up on his feet, he continued his journey, ducking his head under the bedsheets and feeling the warmth and Sofia’s odor trapped in there. He inhaled her scent like opening a jar of freshly ground coffee. The smell was so … her. A unique blend of her sweat and body composition, making a distinctive smell he could pick out from hundreds of others. A smell with thickness he can feel entering his nostrils and going straight to his head.

His bare feet slapped against the back of her thick leg, coming out from under the cover and up to the start of her ass cheek. A defined line set the demarcation from leg to butt. Charles walked up to it, extended his arms, and let himself fall face-first onto the meaty ass. He rubbed his face’s cheeks and lips across her skin, feeling her goosebumps crop up because of his touch.

Charles climbed the MILFs ass, made more difficult by her size. Using his hands and feet, he spider crawled up her hilly booty, which became easier as it sloped downwards. Once at the top, Charles stood straight up with his hands on his hip, feeling like an explorer climbing Mount Everest. Sofia exuded sexiness. Her sleeping form showed off just the right amount of skin, and the morning light made her body look only that more masterful. The dark canyon line that made up her ass crack grabbed Charles’s attention. He wanted to badly to dive in headfirst into her crevice.

“Morning, my little perv,” Sofia said with a yawn. “What are you doing over there?”

“Admiring the view.”

Sofia flexed her ass, tossing Charles over the edge, so that he slid down to her lower back. “You should tell me about it.”

“There’s nothing hotter than the curves of a woman. And when I see you, Sofia, naked like this …” He walked up her spine, between her shoulder blades, and navigated through her black hair. “It makes me think whoever came up with that saying must’ve been talking about you.”

“Aww, mi pequeño romántico.”

“Fuck, I love it when you talk in Spanish.”

Charles walked up on her left shoulder. She was still lying on her belly with her face to the side. Opening her sleepy eyes, she could see her naked man eagerly waiting for her to awaken like a puppy. She puckered up her lips and gave him a kiss encompassing his entire body. Charles pressed in and felt his erection against her lower lip. Sofia ended the kiss by sticking her tongue out and giving Charles’s cock a little flick with the tip of her tongue.

“Hungry?” she asked.

Sofia rotated her body around without warning Charles. He had to fight against the moving terrain lest he wanted to get rolled under it. He clamored over her shoulder and found himself on her upper chest once she finished rolling onto her back. Sofia grabbed a handful of her tit and gave it a squeeze until her breastmilk came shooting out like a volcano.

“What is it with you humans feeding me your breastmilk?” he said with a laugh. “I’m already yours, Sofia. Still need to drug me with your pheromones?”

“Yes!” She picked him up and placed him on top of her nipple. “I love our connection when you drink from me. And besides, I’m not tricking or forcing you.” Sofia squeezed her nipple again, splashing Charles’s face with her breastmilk. She giggled. “I love seeing my little man drink from me.”

Charles opened wide, planted his mouth against her giant nipple, which was bigger than his head. His tongue played with her ducts as if he were tonguing a woman’s pussy scaled for him. As if he were hugging a sequoia tree, Charles compressed his body against the tit until more milk came flowing. He drank his breakfast until his stomach was full of Sofia’s nectar. Sure the pheromones would make him high and horny, and that was part of the fun. Unlike how Carol used it to manipulate him.

“I’m ready for my dessert!” he shouted up to her with a bright smile.

“Oh? And what’s for dessert, Charlie?”

“Your ass!”

Sofia rolled her eyes playfully. “Again?”

“Please, please, please.”

She caused a boob-quake with her giggle. “First, you’re eating out my pussy and playing with my clit. After that, knock yourself out with my butt.”

Before downsizing, Charles never thought about mixed-sized relationships being anything like this. He always thought of how unfair and unbalanced they could be. And although that was certainly true, finding a partner that didn’t abuse their size difference was possible. That’s why, after all the shit he’s gone through, Charles was so happy to have met Sofia. She was strong and affirmative, but never used her size against him …

After playing inside her pussy and nibbling her clit for what seemed ages, Sofia was finally content after several ear-shattering orgasms. She flipped over onto her belly and kicked one leg up. Sofia hugged a pillow and tried catching some more sleep before starting the day. A wide grin formed on her face as she felt Charles worm himself out of her pussy and attempt to crawl between her ass cheeks.

Some men, she giggled. I’ll have to give him a good bath before I kiss him again.

Sofia reached over to her behind and pulled one cheek apart. Charles quickly slid up and pressed his face against her asshole. Sofia shuttered and released her cheek. If he didn’t make it feel so nice, she would’ve never agreed to this.

For Charles, his obsession with ass and Sofia’s pheromones made him go wild with desire. He gave her a rimjob, burying his face right against her super-heated hole.

Sofia opened her eyes wide. Yeah, I won’t be able to sleep. She moaned and breathed hard as the little man licked her hole. She fingered her swollen and tired pussy while squeezing her butt cheeks, encouraging Charles to keep going.

Charles heard the sloshing of her body as she moved. Her moans reverberated throughout her body, and so did the elevated pumping of blood. As Charles was about to go for another lick, Sofia’s finger pierced through her ass crack and pushed his body against her sphincter. He motorboated her pulsating hole and shoved his head inside. He felt Sofia scream. And then he came.

“The answer is no. You’re not going,” Sofia said, standing over him while he stood on her dining table.

Charles had moved in with Sofia, and a day later, they had their first fight.

“What do you mean, no? I can go if I want.”

“No, you cannot.”

“Sofia, what’s the big deal? She’s an old friend that recently downsized. I want to catch up with her and see her home in Lilliputian Lakes.”

“I’m not letting you see an ex-girlfriend of yours without me being there.”

“Let me? I’m an adult. I don’t need your permission.”

“I said no, and that’s final. I’ve been cheated on, Charlie. And you’ve cheated before. I cannot trust you seeing your—”

“Whoa, whoa … are we really having this conversation again? Sofia, I’m committed to you. I just want to see an old friend. You’re blowing this way out of proportion.”

Sofia slammed a fist beside him, causing Charles to jump in fright. His heart convulsed and awkwardly thumped in his chest. That fist smash was the scariest thing he’s ever felt. Like a bomb going off … or like a violent car crash multiplied by ten. Did Sofia just threaten him?

“Don’t talk to me like that,” Sofia said through clenched teeth and a finger pointed at him. “If you’re going to be my boyfriend, you will listen to me and not fight back against every decision I make. You will not go to Lilliputian Lakes to catch up with some whore. You will stay here with me. And Charlie, I’m warning you now, if you try to lie or go behind my back with anything, I will punish you.”

Charles took three steps back, his face looking up at Sofia with questioning horror. His eyes looked around the table to escape, but found none. His muscles tightened and his throat locked up. Whatever the angry giantess wanted, he would obey without question.

Sofia felt steam coming out of her ears after getting so worked up. The nerve to argue back. I fucking said no! And that should be the end of it. As she looked down at Charlies, she saw his body language was completely different. No longer the confident man that didn’t step back down and spoke as if she were his equal. Now he cowered. Her body movements made him flinch, and dread washed over his face.

She looked up at her silver vase in the center of the table with its rounded shape, providing three round protrusions. It gave off a funhouse mirror look, and on its surface was Sofia’s contorted reflection. What she saw horrified her. She looked like a towering monster, with a grotesque hump, crooked finger, and scowling witch face. At the bottom, she saw Charles … looking up at her. He was silently begging for mercy from the enormity before him.

That’s the look Miguel and Mateo had when she controlled them.

At one point, she was fine with that fear, because it provided the much-needed discipline her family required. But now she realized her family didn’t require discipline. They required motherly love.

After working on so many human-downsizer abuse cases, her agent training, Evie’s constant criticism, and losing her family, Sofia saw herself as a monster the way downsizers saw her. She was arguing and threatening a defenseless two-inch man.

Sofia flopped down in her seat, with a contorted face that showed a mixture of emotions—from embarrassment in herself to wallowing sadness.

“Charlie, I’m sorry,” she said, with a gasp of air, trying to stop herself from crying. “I didn’t mean what I said, I swear. If you want to meet up with your friend … uh, okay, yes, go. You’re right, it’s your choice.”

“It’s okay Sofia. It clearly upset you. I-I won’t go. I’ll stay with you.”

“But I don’t want you to stay because I scared you.”

“Yeah, that was … that was scary as fuck. But I think I’ll feel better staying with you.”

Sofia gave Charles a blowjob in the car. They were heading to the supermarket and as soon as she parked the car, Sofia pulled Charles’s pants down and played with his cock, using her tongue. Charles said something like, “What’s this for?” But his words were lost to the moment as Sofia’s pink tongue ran between his thighs. The bumps on her tongue created a wonderful texture against his cock and balls as she slipped her tongue from under him.

Charles kissed her upper lip as he thrust his lips against her slobbering wet tongue. She tilted her head back and pursed her lips, creating a hilly protrusion for her little man to fuck. Charles thrust hard into her pink lips, his cock gliding between her flesh, staining his body with her red lipstick.

He gripped and squeezed her mouth and pumped as hard as he could. Her puckering lips felt like he was fucking someone slightly larger than him. He groaned loudly and stiffened his body as he came. He shot countless jets of cum into Sofia’s mouth, which she lapped up.

Sofia tilted her head back and caught the tired man in her palm. The lipstick on his body made it look like he just got out of a bloody fight. She cleaned him with a wet wipe and helped put his pants back on.

“It’s your turn,” he said between gasps.

Sofia smiled. “No time for me. You got a train to catch.”

“Huh?”

They were in the center of town and not at the supermarket, like Charles thought. Sofia got out of the car and walked to the Puny Express station that was there for downsizers meeting humans in towns. Sofia told Charles he was going to Lilliputian Lakes to meet his old friend, and that was final.

“Wait, Sofia, I thought it upset you. I-I really don’t want to make you mad.”

“I’m not mad. Just ashamed that I used my size against you. I promise I’ll try not to do that again. But anyway, go see your friend and most importantly, don’t fear me! I want you to like me for who I am, and not because I'm a 200-feet tall monster to you.”

They talked some more as Sofia walked with Charles in her palm. Charles appreciated Sofia and told her there was nothing to fear and that she could trust him.

“I know.”

She lowered him in the human-downsizer lobby area. Charles walked through a walkway that took him to a downsizer location that was protected by Plexiglas and concrete barriers. Sofia walked along the side of it, next to other humans looking inside. They watched the somewhat busy terminal from above as trains going in either direction came to the platform. Sofia stood there until she saw Charles’s train depart. It zipped out of the platform and entered its tube network that connected several stations before it reached Lilliputian Lakes.

Sofia was home cooking dinner when Tricia called her out of the blue. That’s when she learned about her son’s peril and the absolute brazenness of the mayor of Lilliputian Lakes.

Sofia’s inner-instinct told her to call for DPS backup, the LLPD, and the mayor directly. But Tricia warned the mayor was well connected and relying on other authority figures would be futile.

“I got a better plan,” Tricia said. “Come pick me up. I’m in front of Beth’s apartment.”

Melissa and the Principal

===

After fucking Charles and destroying his marriage, Carol was back in another sex-drought. She needed another downsizer to dominate and humiliate. Funnily enough, Charles’s comments about Carol being so vanilla got her thinking about the next time she’d fuck a downsizer.

So, when Tricia stopped by and gave her criminal mother for the night, it was like a gift from heaven. An unregistered criminal downsizer—and she was half the size of a normal downsizer.

Carol would’ve given Tricia the keys to the school if she asked. All she wanted was for her to pull Mateo and Emma from class. Too easy. With Melissa in her hand, Carol’s imagination ran wild with possibilities.

“You sick bitch! Let me go!”

Carol pressed her finger against the back of Melissa’s head, smothering her face into her erect nipple. Carol gasped. Melissa bit down on the hardened pink appendage.

“Yes! Yes! More of that!” Carol rubbed Melissa’s cute nude butt.

Carol dressed for the occasion. Digging in her closet from past Halloweens, she found her slutty Catholic girl outfit, with a red plaid skirt, white blouse, and lacey stockings that stopped mid-thigh. She wore no bra or panties and had her blouse unbuttoned and unfurled to the side. How about that for vanilla?

Melissa refused to undress, so Carol gladly ripped her clothes off. The one-inch woman screamed obscenities that were like music to Carol’s ears. Toying with parents of downsized students was one thing, but having an unregistered downsizer in her bedroom unlocked all the possibilities she’s ever wanted to do.

“My daughter doesn’t want this for me!” Melissa lifted her head from the nipple that was bigger than her head. “She doesn't want me sexually assaulted!”

Carol's giggle caused her breast to jiggle like a gelatin. Melissa’s vision blurred from the boob-quake. When Carol removed her giant finger from Melissa, the little woman gripped the boob tightly with her body, fearing she would slide off the side and to her doom.

“Like I give a shit,” Carol said in a husky tone. “If she doesn’t want her school-life to be shitty, she’d overlook anything I do to you. And on the flip side, I can give her all the perks at school she didn’t know existed—all she has to do is hand you over to me.”

Melissa’s heart dropped. She knew Tricia would undoubtedly take such a deal, as her ethics were non-existent.

Carol grabbed a wooden ruler from the nightstand beside her. She gripped one end and then slapped the other against the palm of her free hand. Melissa felt the reverberation in the air from the whack, making her body go stiff.

“A’ooooohh,” Carol moaned. The deep bass caused Melissa’s hair to bounce on her back. “You’ve been a naughty little girl.” Whack! She slapped the ruler against the heel of her palm again.

“W-what are you going t-to do? Don’t hurt me!”

Whack!

“Mmmm,” Carol moaned again. This time, she slapped the ruler against her unoccupied tit. Melissa screeched as she watched the ruler raise, leaving behind red skin where it struck Carol’s milky tits. “Sooo, naughty, baby!”

“Don’t hit me! Don’t hit me!”

“Show me that cute little tush.”

“Ahhhh!” Melissa screamed as the ruler came overhead. She rose to her feet and tried running on the fatty flesh that sunk under her tiny footsteps. Whack! The ruler barely missed her, but Melissa felt the displaced air strike her legs. That was close!

Carol’s excitement rocketed up to another level. Her thick comforters soaked up gallons of her free-flowing juices. “Baby, where are you going?”

“I’m not your fucking baby!” Melissa lost her footing on the moving mountain and slid down Carol’s collarbone. Whack! Another near miss.

Carol laughed and groaned as she kept hitting herself with the ruler. “Just a little slap, baby girl.”

“Why are you talking to me like that?” Melissa shouted. She jumped onto Carol’s neck and then onto the bed.

Melissa lost her balance on the bed when Carol rolled to her side and got up on all fours. Her long blonde hair cascaded around her grinning face. Her heavy breasts formed teardrops as they bounced against each other like wrecking balls. The ruler was still in her hands as she sprawled her limbs out further. She was a lioness in heat; intoxicated by the defenseless one-inch woman in her shadows.

“Show me your little butt,” Carol purred. She bit her lower lip as she inched herself over Melissa’s diminutive form. “Naughty, naughty. I need to spank that little naughty booty.”

“Please stop! You’re fucking crazy! I—I never wanted to be downsized. I’m a fucking human, dammit. I fucking hate downsizers.”

Carol made tsking sounds with her tongue. “You’re not human, you little liar,” she said in her demeaning voice. “You’re not even a downsizer. Baby, you’re far lower than that.”

“Shut up!” Melissa’s lips quivered. “I should be big! You should be small, and I should be fucking with you.”

Carol shivered as a mini orgasm rippled through her body. This tiny one was by far her favorite! New downsizers like Charles were so dumb and entitled. Melissa was just like that, but still clinging to old prejudices. Even after murdering her husband—Tricia told Carol some details—Melissa still thought of herself as superior. She was half the size of a downsizer! Carol loved Melissa’s arrogance and couldn't wait to sink her teeth into her.

Carol grabbed Melissa and manipulated her body over three fingers, so that Melissa’s bare ass pointed skyward. The principal cooed, looking at the pristine ass with no bikini line. Melissa must’ve tanned without underwear to achieve such an even skin tone. Carol licked her lips. That was about to change.

Whack!

Melissa screamed the loudest yet.

“Ooo, yeah,” Carol groaned. The little woman fought so hard and screamed so much, but it was like holding a butterfly by its wing. No matter how hard Melissa fought, she was no match for Carol’s grip. Whack! The skin was already shaded red, with the number ‘1’ imprinted on her ass from the ruler. “Naughty girl! I’ll teach you a lesson!”

“Stop, you fucking psycho!” Melissa broke down and cried. “That fucking hurts so m-much!”

Carol brought Melissa to her lips and gave the tush a little peck. “I don’t think you’ve had enough.” Carol lifted the ruler.

“Stop, stop! I’ll do whatever you want. Just stop!”

Carol lifted Melissa to her eyes. “You think I’m hitting you because I want something from you?”

Melissa sniffled. “Well, why the fuck are you hitting me and talking down to me?”

“Because you’re a toy.”

Melissa spat at Carol’s nose. It was hardly perceptible to Carol. “I’m not a toy, you fucking dyke! I’m a human!”

Whack!

Downsizing by MXP