=== “Dammit, Virginia. I’m fine to drive.” All the big-time car manufacturers created replicas of their
best-selling vehicles, scaled for downsizers. Such as the 1969 Camaro, 1967
Mustang, and 1973 Datsun. But for those not into classic cars, esoteric
vehicles like the 1998 New Beetle or 1999 BMW Z8 were options to purchase. All vehicles were electric and identical under the hood. It
was simply the outer shell of the vehicle that changed, though the smaller
vehicles carried smaller lithium batteries, like two AAA batteries. Pickup
trucks were large enough to carry a couple of nine-volt batteries and punch a
little more power. Alvin and Virginia owned a 1975 Chevy Caprice in candy red.
They were heading to a dinner party for the evening, and the 55-year-old man
pre-gamed with a couple of glasses of single malt Scotch. He and his wife were
retirees and lived in a McMansion with the money they inherited by downsizing. “I’m not drunk!” Even
if I was, what’s the big fucking deal? Alvin asked himself. All the cars are made of plastic. If I hit
something, nuthin’ would happen. “Enough bickering, let’s go.” “Alvie, I don’t want you to get another DUI.” Virginia got
in the passenger seat and strapped herself in before her husband took off.
Though it was electric, the car made gas-engine sound effects to remind its
passengers they weren’t riding in the equivalent of an R/C car. “Slow down!” “We’re fine!” Their home was on the outskirts of Lilliputian Lakes, in an
affluent neighborhood filled with similar-looking homes, with expansive yards
and little to no trees. Alvin drove fast through empty streets and didn’t slow
for an upcoming intersection. The traffic lights turned yellow, and his foot hit the
accelerator harder. The lights turned red before he could make it, and before
his wife could chastise him, a tanned fleshly pillar came down from the sky and
struck the center of the intersection. A giant foot clad in a black thong flip-flop landed in front
of them. The arch of the foot rose above their heads, and the giant’s big toe
was as long as they were tall. Despite the suspension in their car and the
high-speed they were traveling, they sensed the reverberating boom of the teen giantess’s footsteps.
Everything about her foot was impossibly large and hard to wrap their heads
around. Even the foamy soles of her flip-flops were taller than their car's
tire. Alvin stomped on the brakes. Because of the mass of the
vehicle, it wasn’t like a regular car that needed over 100 feet to stop. Their
stomachs lurched as the car came to a halt—but it wasn’t enough. The car’s
front bumper hardly cleared the soles of the footwear and struck the foot near
the heel. The seat belts prevented Alvin and Virginia from smashing
into the dash of their car. But the impact rattled their bones and knocked the
air out of their lungs. As soon as Virginia inhaled, she let out a pathetic
scream. First, it was shock from getting into an accident. Second … was that a human? Fingers longer than their bodies clamped to either side of
the car, preventing the doors from opening. Like a construction crane, they
were lifted straight up into the air. Their bodies sunk into the cushion of
their seats, and the GeForces caused their internal organs to drop. It was like
an awful ride at an amusement park. Except in this ride, they didn’t have the
proper restraints or safety protections that eased the rider’s mind. No, this
was far worse. They were at the complete mercy of a human girl whose intentions
were unknown. Tricia lifted the car up to her eyes. It felt like a toy,
about the size of a pack of cards, except there were two older people inside
looking at her with horror on their faces. The woman was screaming while the
man gripped the wheel and kept stomping on the accelerator. “The fuck is wrong with you?” Tricia asked. “I had the green
light! Do you downsizers not follow basic traffic rules here?” “Please don’t hurt us!” Virginia shouted. Their car was a
convertible, and the top was down. They had a panoramic view of Tricia’s
expansive, but pretty, face. Alvin and Virginia were the type of downsizers
that had never seen a human since shrinking. This was not the best introduction
to their colossal brethren, which only served to remind them how tiny they
were. “We’ll do anything you want! For the love of God, don’t hurt us!” “For one, you can slow the hell down,” Tricia said. “I don’t
appreciate your little toy car hitting my foot.” Alvin nodded with an open mouth. “Also, is City Hall by those tall buildings? It’s what I’m
looking for.” “To the left of downtown, looking from here,” Alvin said
with his throat locking up from fear. “Large green lawn. Looks like it’s built
in a park next to downtown. Look for a brick building with white columns.
Colonial style.” “Sweet.” Tricia rotated her body to face the glittering lights of the
city’s dense downtown. A magazine editor wrote that Lilliputian Lakes was a
watered-down Times Square but packing the same energy and having more tiny
lights than a German Christmas Market. Like most cities, Lilliputian Lakes had
a distinctive skyline, with one opulent building in the center that had two
white spotlights at the top, like a Hollywood premiere. That was the Swift Tower. A 50-story shiny obsidian building
constructed with glass and steel. Tricia thought it looked like the
headquarters of a supervillain. It was slick, despite its blocky architecture.
All the other skyscrapers fanned out from the Swift Tower’s central location in
the city and became shorter the further out they sprawled. “Is there a bridge I’m supposed to take?” Tricia asked. “Or
should I just walk across the river?” Virginia held so tightly to the door to her seat, her
knuckles turned white. Although Tricia was trying to keep them level, the
rocking back-and-forth made them feel like they were about to freefall any
second. They were something like 150 feet up in the air, being held casually by
a hand larger than their car. Virginia was so frightened, she emptied her
bladder in her seat. “Well?” Tricia asked, a little annoyed. “How do I get
across?” Alvin summoned up the courage to speak to the giant girl
once again and said, “It’s s-shallow. It’ll be easier if you c-cross the river.
Bridges might not work for you. P-please don’t kill us.” Tricia lifted a brow. “Why would I kill you? Wait, are you
drunk?” “No!” Alvin shouted. “He’s only had a couple of drinks,” Virginia said. “You also
had beer, right, honey?” The distraction about her husband’s drinking helped
take her mind away from the giant. “The hell?” Tricia asked. “Why are you drinking and driving?
You know that slows your reaction time? That’s why you ran into my fucking
foot.” She squatted and set the car back down on the street. She
ordered the couple to swap seats and had Virginia drive once she confirmed the
older lady wasn’t drinking. “Don’t let me catch you drinking and driving again,” Tricia
said with a stern finger wagging at him. “Now, drive safe and don’t run into
any other humans!” Tricia used her index finger to tap the trunk of the car,
causing the suspension to rock the car like a boat. Virgina hit the accelerator and zoomed as fast as she could
from the giant girl. She looked in the rear-view mirror and felt relieved when
she saw the giantess walking in the opposite direction. === “This thing should’ve been shut down ages ago!” the engineer
said to his colleague. “There’s not enough grease on Bull Wheel, the operators
are loading way too many fucking people on each gondola, and these cables look
like shit!” “Steel cables ain’t look too bad.” The men worked under the primary station on the south side
of the city. The gondola transport system in Lilliputian Lakes wasn’t just for
show but served an important purpose for the car-less citizens of the city. A
network of cables spider-webbed from downtown to the edge of the various
suburbs. “’Steel cables?’ More like soldering wire. This flimsy shit
… we know nothin’ about them. What they’re rated fer, how much weight they can
take, or how long they’re supposed to last.” The evening rush brought with it swarms of people, lining up
to take a cheap ride downtown, where the real party of Lilliputian Lakes was
at. The ride operators worked every gondola non-stop, filling them past
capacity. No safety inspectors existed, and maintenance funds for the gondola
network were abysmal, thanks in part to Mayor Pearson. === “Eli, stop. I’m not ready,” Gabriela said. Every weekend, the Callahan mansion hosted the best pool
parties, courtesy of Blake, a junior at the University. While fifty plus
college kids got drunk, played beer pong, swam in the large brightly lit pool,
and danced, Eli and Gabriela walked to the side of the mansion, next to the
four-car garage. Though people wandered throughout the mansion and its
property, the couple were secluded in the dark area they found at the side of
the mansion and away from the party. Gabriela couldn’t hold her liquor like Eli. He appeared
remarkably sober after taking a couple of shots and drinking a few beers. Eli
kissed her neck and pushed her back into the outside wall of the garage. “Slow down,” Gabriela said with slurred words. Her hands
tried to push against his chest, but Eli was relentless. He easily overpowered
her and got grabby with his hands. There was no romance. His right hand went
under her shirt and squeezed one of her boobs through her bra. “Stop. I don’t
want to do this.” She’s just saying that.
Eli thought in his head, his dick doing the thinking for him. Eli kissed
Gabriela’s cheeks and then her lips. His tongue forced its way between her
lips. Gabriela bit him. He slapped her with the back of his hand. His mouth
returned to hers much more forcefully this time with their noses compressing
against each other. Gabriela cried and asked him to stop again. “I have to get
back to the party,” she said, turning to the side, her vision blurred from the
alcohol in her blood. Eli pushed her shoulder back into the vinyl siding of the
garage. He angrily unbuckled his belt and let his ill-fitting jeans fall to his
ankles. He grabbed the waist of her skirt and yanked on it, trying to undo the
straps and pull her free from her clothing. “Stop!” she yelled. He shoved his palm into her mouth. Gabriele tried kneeing
him, but in her drunken state, it was a slow-motion, weak move that was easy
for him to deflect. He used his own knees to spread her legs. Gabriela shouted
again through his hand. Even if someone were listening for her, they would’ve
never heard her over the ruckus of the party. Eli’s cock bounced as he shimmied closer to her. It was an
awkward position, but his plan was to grab her thigh, lift it up high and then
insert himself into her. Gabriela was much smaller and weaker than him. And in
her drunken state, there was nothing to stand in his way of getting a quick and
dirty fuck in. “I know you didn’t go to my school,” a giant feminine voice
said. “Because even the dumbest kids there know the meaning of no.” That voice was so loud! The soundwaves bounced in his skull,
causing his teeth to rattle. It was like the voice of God commanding him from
up on high. He looked over his shoulder, and what he saw caused his body to
rotate faster than a flick. His little cock deflated as a new emotion overcame
him: fear. He backed from Gabriela, pushing her towards the giantess, and
tripping over his pants that were wrapped around his ankles. Tricia dropped into a half-kneeling position, with her right
knee pressed against the ground while her left leg bent forward like a sprinter
at the start position. She rested her left elbow casually on her raised knee,
looming over the downsizers. She set her chin on her hand and looked down at
Eli with furrowed brows, both angry and intrigued by what she saw. Gabriela stood frozen, looking up at the giant girl. The
giantess dwarfed the mansion, even as she kneeled down. Tricia locked eyes with
Gabriela, causing the tiny woman to yelp. “He your boyfriend?” Tricia asked, a little quieter, to not
frighten the shocked woman. Gabriela shook her head. “Was he doing a bad
thing?” Gabriela’s face contorted as she began to cry. She made the
slightest head nod that Tricia almost missed. Tricia’s eyes drifted to the right and looked down at Eli.
His heart raced as the 186-foot-tall girl suddenly judged him. He kicked his
legs and tried crawling away. Tricia sighed in disgust. “Awful, awful little
man.” She reached over, her arms extending, surprising the downsizers how far
her reach was. Tricia plucked Eli by the jeans and lifted him upside down. That’s when he started screaming. “Human! Human! Help me. Someone help me!” Tricia shook her hand like she was ringing a dinner bell.
Eli’s voice wavered as he got whiplash from the sudden back-and-forth movements
as he hung fifty feet in the air, blood rushing to his head. Tricia regarded the half-naked man. She wasn’t sure if it
was his actions that disgusted her more, or what, but she saw Eli as an ugly
man. “I really don’t have time for this,” she said. “Now, I can either rip your
dick off now, or … actually, y’know what? Let’s turn you into a Eunuch so this
will never happen again.” Tricia moved her free hand with her thumb and index
in the pincer position, her fingernails with chipped purple polish aiming
straight for his soft, dangling cock. The side of Tricia’s lips rising ever so
slightly upwards the closer her finger got. “I promise! I won’t do it again! Have mercy!” Eli shouted,
fearing his ankles would slip through his pants. Tricia pulled her hand away. “I don’t believe you. So, if I
ever hear from anyone that you’ve been stupid again, I will fucking find you
and destroy you!” Tricia reached over and grabbed a garbage bin that was on the
street’s curb. “Now, don’t mind me. I’m just taking out the trash.” Tricia
flipped open the lid with her thumb and dropped Eli inside among the trash
bags. She shut the lid and gave the entire bin a good shake before setting it
back down. Tricia looked at Gabriela, who started thanking her
profusely. “Yeah, whatever.” Tricia stood up and looked at the silhouette of
the city skyline in the distance. Trying to follow the roads wasn’t helping.
They zig-zagged and curved way too much, not providing a clear path towards the
city’s downtown. And that’s when it hit Tricia—why follow the roads? Tricia stepped towards the backyard of the mansion, ignoring
whatever Gabriela was trying to say. Drunk and high college students turned
their heads to watch a slim, petite, 18-story tall Tricia step into the party.
Her earthquaking steps punched them in the core harder than the subwoofer
playing loud dance music. Surprisingly, they did not scatter away from her.
Instead, they pulled out their phones, jeered, and catcalled at the giantess. “Out of my way!” Tricia moved her left foot and pointed downwards with her
toes where she wanted to step. College-aged downsizers reluctantly moved as the
foamy soles of her flip-flop contacted the ground before she settled her foot
on it. She moved her right foot and had to practically shove people away with
the tip of her flip-flops and toes to get them to clear a path. “Move!” Tricia would’ve preferred it if they feared her and
ran away like bugs. But they just kept partying, drinking, and not questioning
why there was a human in the backyard. “Party with us,” someone said. “Pick me up! I wanna kiss!” “Come into the pool!” “We got a keg for you.” “What’s your Insta?” Tricia took a giant step forward outside the party. She
looked back and rolled her eyes. These downsized fucks had it too good. Old
prejudicial thoughts started creeping back in her mind … but these weren’t the
same. No, these weren’t downsize
prejudice thoughts like before. These were ‘why
were people like Kamila living in a junkyard while these fucks are partying at
a mansion with wildly excessive food and alcohol’ thoughts. Maybe I shouldn’t have
watched where I stepped. Tricia wondered while walking through the
backyards of mansions. But that was the wrong thought to have, and Tricia knew
it. Partly why Sofia agreed to sneak her into Lilliputian Lakes was that Tricia
wouldn’t cause harm to anyone inside. Stop
the mayor. Get Mateo and everyone out of there. No killing. === (Warning: MF/m sex and
ass content) Liam spooned Evie on the couch under a thin sheet while they
watched TV. Miguel did the same, except he was spooning Luna on the pillow
directly in front of Evie’s chin. They’ve come to this routine where the
foursome would lie on the couch, watch TV, and Luna would be the first to fall
asleep. Her pregnancy was already changing her body and wearing her out. Miguel could never shake the weirdness of the situation.
Luna was pregnant with his child, while her giant husband sat right behind him.
Fortunately for Miguel, Liam was excited about the baby as much as Luna was and
had zero qualms about Miguel being the father. Still … Miguel wondered if Liam was putting up a façade and maybe
pretending to be okay with the pregnancy. Surely Liam was no cuckold. How could
he be so cool about the two-inch guy that knocked up his wife? Evie’s furnace hot breath crept up on his back and flowed
across his and Luna’s body like a flowing stream. A second later, another moist
breath struck him from behind again. Her breathing was intensifying and
becoming more labored. Miguel looked back and saw Evie’s eyes shut with her
mouth making an “O” as she tilted her head back. A soft moan escaped her lips. Liam’s hand came into view as he sensually put two fingers
on her chin and pulled her back for a kiss. The couch cushions became ocean
waves as he bucked his hips into Evie. Liam broke his kiss with Evie and locked
eyes with Miguel. “Wanna join?” - Miguel was standing on Evie’s thigh as she lay on her side.
Liam was holding her other thigh up high, so that Miguel could watch the action
up close without getting squished between Evie’s soft legs. Miguel gazed as
Liam’s monster cock pumped into Evie at the speed of a cruise liner piston
engine. It felt so dangerous being so close. It was like those factories with
dangerous machinery operating at high speeds and no safety protection in sight.
If Miguel got too close, he felt like he could lose a limb. Miguel felt so inadequate watching this meat, the length of
a two-story building, fuck the woman he’s come to adore so much. Evie’s moans
and twitches let him know that only a man with equipment as large as Liam’s
could satisfy her. Who was he kidding with those intimate times he had with
Evie? Liam’s cock was four times his size. There was no competition between him
and Liam. Liam pulled his cock all the way out of Evie, resting the
head only an inch away from her gaping vagina. Fluids from both Liam and Evie
came dripping out like molasses. The purple head of Liam’s cock glistened with
a layer of viscous juice. Miguel couldn’t deny how hot it looked and felt his
own cock getting hard. Evie’s upper thigh lowered and laid to rest in front of her
other thigh. Her pussy was now hidden by thousands of pounds of supple leg
flesh. Liam’s body shifted as he leaned over to a nearby table to grab
something. When he returned, he had a bottle of anal jelly in his hand. “Want to get nasty?” Liam asked Miguel. Miguel hesitated but nodded yes. He wanted his shot at
satisfying Evie. “Strip.” Miguel felt himself taking off his shirt, followed by his
pants. He was near Evie’s ass cheeks, which took up his entire mind. He wanted
Evie so badly at that moment. As soon as he stripped, Liam told him to hold out
his hands. He did, and Liam turned over the tube and squeezed a considerable
amount of jelly all over Miguel. “What was that for?” Miguel yelled. The jelly coated his
entire nude body. Liam grinned and tossed the tube away. He then grabbed hold
of Evie’s ass with both hands and pulled her cheeks apart with his thumbs until
her sphincter was on display. “What are you doing down there?” Evie asked, blushing from
her over exposure. Miguel wasn’t too keen on this. He looked up at Liam, who
gave him an encouraging nod. He took little steps towards Evie’s sphincter.
Evie gasped as she felt Miguel’s tiny feet walking along her inner thigh
towards her ass. “Oh,” was all she said. Miguel touched her asshole, causing the entire thing to
shrink and collapse on itself. It nearly sucked his hand along with it. Evie
felt sensitive down there, that even a tiny touch caused her to clench up. She
relaxed for Miguel and tried her hardest to wait patiently for him. The heat coming from her ass was like opening an oven door.
He touched the pleats around her ass, transferring some of the jelly onto her.
A satisfactory moan from Evie delighted Miguel. It encouraged him to become
bolder, and he rubbed both hands around her hole. “You should get in,” Liam said. Miguel came to that conclusion on his own. Evie's asshole
was a Siren’s call, and he would risk so much to pleasure his favorite human.
He planted his foot on her and then pushed it into her hole. A gasp and shudder
echoed throughout her body. Even at Miguel’s diminutive size, her hole felt like a tight
fit for him. Liam said he’d help and moved a finger into position while
wrestling to keep Evie’s cheeks spread. He scooped some anal jelly on Evie’s
leg, and with Miguel out of the way, he inserted his index finger into Evie’s
rectum. Evie breathed hard through her mouth, drying her throat,
making it raspy and grainy. She gripped the couch cushions as her men regarded
her asshole like a pair of archeologists uncovering an ancient site. Evie
whimpered when she felt Liam’s finger leave her, only to be replaced with
Miguel’s two legs. “Oh God, please. Yes.” She hummed, which transitioned into
an animalistic moan. She felt Miguel worm himself into her, all the way to his
chest. It took all her willpower not to tighten her asshole around him. He’s kicking. Holy fuck! Evie jolted
when Miguel’s toes kicked her in just the right spot. “Fuuuuuuuccckkk!” Evie
tried to keep her voice down. She looked at Luna, who was still out like a
light. Liam let go of Evie’s ass cheeks and let them seal around
Miguel like two continents converging on themselves. Liam positioned himself on
top of Evie’s back, his hips against her cheeks, and entered his cock into her
sopping wet pussy. Evie dug her face into the couch cushion. This was too much.
Too much pleasure. She climaxed as her fingers clamped down on the couch,
feeling Miguel sinking deeper into her rectum, while Liam’s cock filled her
pussy. For Miguel, it was like being buried alive in flesh. The
intense sauna-like heat made him endlessly perspire. The pressure and squeeze
around his body hurt but in a good way. It might’ve been his imagination, but
every time Evie clenched her asshole, he felt himself sinking deeper inside
her. As if her ass was eating him. He bucked his hips and rubbed his erection
against her walls. While fucking Evie in his way, he felt and heard Liam’s
one-eyed monster, only an inch away, go at it. Miguel’s climax was only known to him. His cock sputtered
his seed, only to be lost to Evie’s gigantic body. Miguel only had to endure a
dozen or so thrusts from Liam, before he lost it and filled Evie with his water
tower's worth of cum inside her. - Liam took the pillow, with Luna sleeping on it, to the
bedroom. He dripped his mess all around the home as he walked in the nude. Evie was still on the couch with one leg fallen over. She
felt sore and beyond exhausted. She clenched her ass twice, eliciting some
movement from Miguel. A smile crept on her face. It didn’t feel like he was
struggling, so she greedily kept him inside her for a little longer. Her phone rang, so she lazily grabbed it from the coffee
table and answered it with a hello. “Evie, I want to get ahead of this.” “Sofia? What—What’s going on?” “Before you hear it on the news or someone else calls you, I
think you should know something.” - Evie pulled up her jeans and slipped on her worn out pink
Converse shoes. She then unhooked her thin gray jacket from the coat rack when
Liam reappeared in his underwear. “Evie, what’s wrong?” “It’s Sofia. Again! I gotta take care of her fucking mess.” “Need me to come with?” “No. I can handle this. Oh, shit.” She felt a tickle in her
ass. Was Miguel … licking her? He felt so good inside her, like he was a part
of her, she overlooked him. Evie unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. She
then bent over and pointed her ass at Liam. “Little help?” Liam bent down with his face in her crack. His fingers dug
inside and pulled out an exhausted Miguel from her ass. As soon as Miguel
cleared her cheeks, Evie pulled up her panties and jeans at once. She grabbed
her jacket and purse and told Liam to take care of the downsizers while she was
out. Liam looked down at Miguel. “Damn dude. No offense, but you
need a shower.” === “Guys, wait up!” Nia cried out as her five friends and
brother bolted away from her. Nia had fallen out of a tree three weeks ago and broke her
left leg. She had a cast and used a crutch to move around. That night, she was
out with a bunch of friends, hanging out in the streets in their neighborhood,
playing with small bottle-rockets while drinking soda and eating snacks. One boy spotted the giantess and yelled out for everyone to
see. Beyond the row of houses, they could see the top of Tricia’s body walking
towards them. Possibly attracted by the tiny explosions from the
bottle-rockets. When they felt Tricia’s quaking footsteps, that’s when they
sprinted out of there—abandoning Nia. The booms from the steps were awful. Without looking at the
giantess, Nia could sense her weight and power. Her presence growing and
filling the streets as despair filled her chest. She hobbled and tried planting
her crutch in front while swinging her good leg over. But in her haste, she
miscalculated her step and fell hard on her hands, almost spraining her wrist.
She cried. “Help!” Tricia planted her foot beside the dark-skin girl. Her foot
was both on the street and sidewalk, the curb almost imperceptible to the
giantess. Tricia lowered herself and picked up the girl’s crutch between her
fingers. Rolling the crutch between her finger and thumb, Tricia sighed as she
reminisced about her dad as she held the little stick in front of her face. She
pulled her eyes away and looked down at the crying girl. “Hey, you okay? That fall looked nasty.” “Don’t hurt me!” Tricia guessed that was a normal, yet cliched, reaction to
her presence. But what did she do to make the girl fear her so much? Tricia was
simply walking. Not like she was stomping on houses or people. Tricia looked around the neighborhood. No longer was she
surrounded by McMansions. These were average
homes. More like middle-class homes that were more compact and built closer to
each other. They were family-style units and looked charming with their pastel
painted exteriors. “I want to help you—not hurt you,” Tricia said. “By the way,
were those supposed to be your friends? I can’t believe they just left you like
that—the fuck’s wrong with them?” Nia flipped herself on her back and tried controlling her
heavy breathing. “You’re not going to hurt me?” Tricia nodded, slightly insulted, but understood why she
would question her. “C’mon, I’ll take you home. Can I pick you up? I promise it
won’t hurt. I’m good at picking up downsizers,” especially ones with missing legs. Nia agreed, and true to her word, Tricia placed Nia on her
palm and stood up. Tricia asked where she lived, and Nia told her. Tricia
walked down the street this time, as the homes were too close to each other for
her feet to fit between. “We’re so high up!” Nia said with wonder as she looked
around. “I can see the city from here!” Nia directed Tricia to her home, painted in light blue with
white trimmings. Before Tricia could set her down, Nia saw some of her things
stuck on the roof of the two-story home. “Wait!” Nia said. “I see my frisbee over there. And my
brother’s football.” Tricia grinned. Nia had lost all her fear of Tricia and was
asking Tricia to help her like the friendly giant she was trying to be. Tricia
made quick work of grabbing all the stuff from the roof and flicking it back to
the ground. She then set Nia on the patio. Her parents cautiously opened the
door and asked her if she was okay in a loud whisper. They were too scared to
come outside of the house with the human looming over. “This is my friend … uh,” Nia said. “Tricia.” “This is my friend, Tricia. She helped get me home and get
my frisbee off the roof!” Nia turned to the giantess. “Tricia, want to stay for
dinner?” Both her parents silently chastised their daughter for asking such a
question. “I would love to, but I got some serious business to attend
to. Maybe some other time?” “Yes!” Nia’s dad grabbed her and pulled her quickly into the house.
Nia’s mom nervously thanked Tricia before shutting the front door and locking
it from the inside. Tricia rolled her eyes. Like that was going to stop her—if
she wanted them, she’d get them. Didn’t they understand that? === Evie was answering a stream of phone calls. There was a
human inside Lilliputian Lakes. What was the protocol for such a thing? There
were none. Lilliputian Lakes was supposed to be inaccessible to humans. She ran through the human lobby outside Lilliputian Lakes
and made her way to the backrooms, past the clinic, and past the downsizing
machine. She followed Sofia’s directions until she found the storage room.
Sofia was in there, dressed in a thin sweater, black leggings, and white
sneakers. “Who’s in there?” Evie pointed at the wall behind it, the
miniature downsizer community. “Her name is Tricia, and she’s my son’s ex-girlfriend.”
Sofia explained everything to Evie. The mayor, the hostage situation, how he
threatened the lives of both the downsizers in his custody and the humans in
the big world. Sofia insinuated that the mayor might have loyalists in the DPS. “Why didn’t you get the LLPD involved? Why’d you think
sending a human inside would work?” Evie fired her questions at the much taller
Sofia. “My son is in there!” Sofia shouted. “With a gun to his
head. My son! Miguel's son!” Evie stepped back and regretted coming off strong with
Sofia. Sofia said, “I don’t trust anyone in there to rescue my son.
I hardly trust Tricia, but after I shrank Tricia’s mother for murder, Tricia
said she owed me. She promised she won’t hurt anyone, but stop that monster who
is holding my son.” “Fuck.” Evie closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her
nose as she thought hard. “Are you sure we can trust Tricia?” Sofia shook her head. She explained to Evie that Tricia
admitted to murdering unregistered downsizers and attempting to hurt her son
while crawling in the chute into the city. Evie laughed incredulously. “So, we got a downsize murdering
psychopath inside a downsized city with no one to stop her?” === The women of Jane’s bachelorette party poked fun and laughed
at each other as they waited in the queue for the gondola that would take them
across the river towards downtown. They dressed themselves in skimpy outfits
and wore uncomfortable heels, almost twisting their ankles as they climbed the
steps of the station. They drove to the ‘park and ride’ on the suburban side of
Lilliputian Lakes. The gondola transport was the sensible way of getting
downtown, as it bypassed all the traffic and took commuters straight to the
heart of the city. “You can all get in this one,” the ride operator told the 17
people in Jane’s party. “All of us? Are you sure?” asked one woman with slurred
speech. “There’s already a shitload of people in there!” She pointed at the
half-full gondola. “Quickly, quickly,” the stressed-out ride operator said.
He’d been working six hours straight without a break. The lines for the
gondolas were continuously growing, with no end in sight. His supervisor told
him to pack them like sardines to ease the long queues. “It’s gonna leave
without ya.” The women rushed into the gondola, which already had 35-40
people already in it. They carried their pre-game drinks with them, spilling
some alcohol to the ground as they stood shoulder to shoulder with others in
the cramped cable car. The ride operator slid the door shut and locked it from
the outside. With a little push, the gondola was on its way. The operator had
only a two-second respite before having to deal with the next party. - Charles looked at his phone and
held it up high. He had full bars on his phone, but his text to Sofia would not
send out. He was riding the gondola back downtown to his hotel after dinner
with his old friend and her fiancé. Slipping his phone back into his jeans, he
held onto the grab bar and enjoyed the view of the approaching city from up
high. Surrounded by others his size and having objects scaled to him made him
forget he was two inches tall. He could see why people choose to live in a
downsized community and never leave it. A smile formed on his face.
Sure, Lilliputian Lakes was nice. But have these people ever climbed a Latina
MILF’s ass? Have they ever had sex with a 200-foot woman? Experienced the
dizzying highs of breastmilk pheromones? Charles was getting hard
thinking about Sofia. He pulled out his phone and flipped through photos of him
with Sofia. There was a selfie of him dancing with two of her fingers mimicking
the legs of a person. Even her fingers were twice his size. Some people looked
over his shoulders and saw his photos with a human. They rolled their eyes. Human-loving loser. === Beth and the others huddled around her laptop to watch the
live feeds coming from Lilliputian Lakes. “That dirty, dimwitted, defiant, uh …” “Douchebag?” “Douchebag! She’s inside Lilliputian Lakes?” Beth said in
astonishment. “How? I thought that was impossible.” “I thought so, too,” Hazel said. They only saw five minutes of Tricia on one of the
stationary cameras before the feed was cut off. Beth clicked on other cameras,
but one-by-one, each one went offline. The gang questioned what was going on. Jack went through his phone and said none of the major news
networks were talking about Tricia. When he went on various social media sites,
he saw some people talking about a human woman inside Lilliputian Lakes. But
even as Jack was reading these posts, one-by-one, they became unavailable or
deleted. Felicia said, “I bet NanoHabitats is doing this. It’s in
their best interest that no one knows a human is inside their precious utopia.
They wouldn’t want potential customers backing out from downsizing if they knew
a girl could walk right inside it.” “But people will talk,” Beth said. Felicia and Kamila stood by the laptop, surrounded by Beth,
Jack, and Hazel. Hazel was still a mess, thinking about her Emma and what was
happening to her. She swore, if she got Emma back, she would not leave that
girl out of her sight for one second. “They can’t keep this a secret forever,” Beth said. “But they can control the narrative,” Felicia said. “You’ll
see. When all this is over, they’ll say it was planned, or Tricia was a
maintenance worker or some other bullshit. Either way, they’re doing damage
control right now. I wouldn’t be surprised if their internet in Lilliputian
Lakes was cut off right now.” “Fuck,” Beth said. “What do we do? We can’t just sit here!” “Is it true?” Kamila said, timid and distraught. “They will
cover up Tricia entering Lilliputian Lakes?” “Cover it up, downsize her, and disappear her,” Felicia
said. “The people in charge want to keep the status quo, and they’ll do
anything to make sure it doesn’t change.” “That means we have to stop them,” Kamila said. “How?” Beth asked. “If you got any ideas—” “We get evidence,” Kamila said, craning her head to look up
at Beth. “I need to get to the mayor before Tricia does.” “No!” Hazel whined. “We can’t risk losing you, Kamila!” “I’ll join Kamila,” said Felicia. “What’s going on here?” Beth asked. “I can’t risk you guys
going to Lilliputian Lakes! I forbid it!” “You’re doing it again!” Kamila shouted. “You’re controlling
my decisions like I’m your prisoner. If I choose to be with Tricia, that’s my
choice and you have no right to stop that. Same goes for Lilliputian Lakes. I
must be there to help Tricia and get evidence. If you stop me from doing that,
how am I different from a prisoner? Don’t you trust me, Beth? I trust you with
my life every time you hold me.” Beth hung her head low, knowing Kamila spoke the truth. She
let out a frustrated sigh. - The gang acted quickly. Hazel drove everyone to her house to
pick up a special item and then drove to the downsize community. Beth sat in
the passenger seat with Kamila in her lap. Jack was in the back seat with
Felicia. Felicia advised the humans that Lilliputian Lakes were most
likely in lockdown, meaning trains and other accesses were sealed. That only
left one way inside that she knew about. Hazel drove her beater of a sedan on a dirt service road
that ran along the exterior of Lilliputian Lakes. Jack held Felicia in his palm
right over Hazel’s shoulder, so that she could see where they were. “Over there!” Felicia pointed out the bus access—the very
bus that ferried unregistered downsizers to and from the junkyard. “I don’t see anything,” Hazel said. “That crack, right there.” Hazel positioned the car, so the headlights shone on the
crack Felicia pointed out. Everyone got out and walked to the wall. Hazel
spotted the tracks from what a little downsized bus took, but it appeared to
lead straight into the wall. “It’s like a door on an airplane hangar,” Felicia said. “The
doors automatically open for the buses. Gotta keep out the birds and rodents
from Lilliputian Lakes, after all.” Hazel got on her knees and tried prying the door with her
fingers. “I can’t open it.” Beth walked back to Hazel’s car and pulled out a tire iron
from the trunk. When she returned, she took one smooth swing at the door with
the metal stick. It jammed into the door and stuck there. Beth’s arm muscles
bulged as she pulled and pried the door open using leverage and brute strength.
Once it popped open, Beth tossed the tire iron to the side and used her fingers
to open the door all the way. Hazel grabbed the ‘special item’ from her car and brought it
over to the hole. She removed a pillow sheet from it to reveal a fire red 1967
Shelby Cobra. She set the car down, pointing it at the hole. Jack helped
Felicia get into the driver’s seat. Beth retrieved Kamila and was about to
lower her into the car when she stopped her. “Beth … I just want to say thank you. I know you don’t want
us to go into Lilliputian Lakes … and I know this must be hard—” Beth shushed at her softly, like a mother calming her little
ones. Beth raised Kamila to her cheek and pushed her in for a hug. “If I had it
my way, you’d never leave my hand. I’d keep you trapped with me in my room
forever, where I know I’d keep you safe from everything out here. But what you
said made me realize … you’re your own person. I can’t keep treating you like a
toy or my possession. I trust your decisions, Kamila.” Beth reluctantly lowered
Kamila into the passenger seat. Her fingers lingered longer than necessary on
Kamila’s shoulder. “Okay,” Beth said, snapping out of it. “You need to get
going. Please, promise me you won’t do anything stupid?” “We got this!” Felicia said, eager to play with this shiny
electric vehicle. She hit the accelerator, and they blasted off like a rocket,
leaving their excited screams in their wake. “Hey,” Hazel shouted after them. “That’s a hacked car! Be
careful with the speed!” “Have fun storming the castle!” Jack waved to his new
girlfriend, but she was already out of sight and inside Lilliputian Lakes. === The inevitable sirens of police cars informed Tricia she was
taking too long. She had to stop messing with the locals and remember why she
was there. Tricia eyed downtown with new determination and plotted her next
steps. She spotted the flashing blue lights from three squad cars crossing an
arch bridge to her left. Though she didn’t fear the police, she also didn’t
want to deal with them. Remember your promise
not to hurt anyone. The neighborhoods were becoming dense, and so was the
traffic. She encountered far more downsized vehicles racing away from her or
getting stuck behind a pack of cars. Tricia walked through front yards, tilling green lawns under
her foamy flip-flops and crushing flimsy picket fences. The roads were simply
too chaotic with cars zipping by. Another obstacle was those damn traffic
lights and streetlamps that curved over the road. She had already knocked over
two lamps and bent countless with her kneecaps. She exited the residential neighborhood and was upon the
riverbank. Some rich-looking homes were built along the river and most of these
homes had docks with small boats tethered to them. The row of houses gave way to a green field, and then, just
beyond that, was a large parking area with a gondola station. Tricia squinted
and looked at the charming transport. There were lights on each support that
carried the steel cables the gondolas rode. The gondolas themselves had a Swiss
Alps feel to them. Red—almost burgundy—with cream-colored stripes painted on
the side. Bright LED twinkled warm lights that reminded Tricia of Christmas. In
each gondola, Tricia could see more than 50 downsizers with their faces planted
against the windows. “That’s so cute,” Tricia said, without thinking. She
wondered if Kamila would like such a thing. It would make getting around the
house easier. The sirens died down as the police cars stopped at Tricia’s
heels. The several police officers got out and started shouting at Tricia. “I didn’t say cute,”
Tricia said, only now realizing she spoke out loud when admiring the gondolas.
“I said, ‘What a hoot.’ Why do you guys even have those things, anyway?
Wouldn’t a subway be better? God, you guys are something else …” Tricia wanted
to say something far more negative about the downsizers. But none came to mind. “Ma’am, we need you to stop what you’re doing,” the Sheriff
said. “And get out of Lilliputian Lakes the way you came in.” “Yeah, in a minute.” Tricia stepped between the riverfront
homes and soon her legs from the knee down were obscured by homes from the
perspective of the police officers. The Sheriff grabbed a bullhorn and said, “I said stop!” His
shout was distorted through the speaker. “What you’re doing is highly illegal.” “No shit, Sherlock.” A squealing sound, like that of a dirty truck’s brake,
caught the attention of Tricia and the police. She looked over at the gondolas
and noticed them swaying erratically. The passengers looked horrified when
their ride came to a stop, but the swaying continued. Tricia ignored the cops and kept a close eye on the
gondolas. This was her first time seeing the transport, but already she could
tell something was wrong. That’s when it happened. - Each gondola had two arms; each one attached to a separate
cable line. This design served two purposes: it accommodated larger gondolas,
and it provided a comfortable ride. After years of heavy use, while running on unproven cables,
something finally gave. Unlike steel cables in the big world, in Lilliputian
Lakes, the cables were a solid core line and not made of threads. A crack in
the making for the last couple of months manifested and finally snapped while
coming through the bullwheel. With one line snapping and going slack, every gondola tilted
violently to the side, suspended by only one line that was not rated to take
the weight of every gondola on its own. All the women from Jamie’s bachelorette party fell fiercely
to the side. The mass of women screamed as some unfortunate ones got crushed
under so many women. Drinks and penis-shaped cups went flying from their hands.
Vodka and fruity alcoholic drinks stained their dresses. Another lurch caused the women to renew their screams. They
were traveling over the dark river when this catastrophic accident happened.
With the gondola tilted to the side, they could see directly down the 150-foot
drop to the surface. The glass groaned under the weight of their bodies. Slowly, they helped themselves up and pulled each other
away. Yet another lurch made them lose their balance. More screams, as this
felt like the end. - Tricia ran along the bank of the river, paying no mind to
the boats and docks she destroyed under her flip-flops. Running in the river
with her sandals wasn’t working out, so she kicked them off as she raced to the
gondolas, opting to proceed bare footed. Her right flip-flop landed on a riverfront house. Its owner
came out through his sliding glass porch door when hearing something strike
their roof. He jumped back as the black rubbery footwear came crashing down in
front of him, sprawled across his wooden deck, patio furniture, and BBQ
grill. The rumbling footsteps of the giant girl faded the further
upriver she went. The homeowner realized he was stuck with a flip-flop in his
backyard. He placed his hands on the sole and gave it a push. It probably moved
a centimeter … to him. It was way too heavy and the size of a semi-trailer. Out
of frustration, he kicked the sandal, stubbing his toe, causing him to cry out
in pain. He hobbled on one foot as he tried to caress his injured foot. He then
lost his balance and tripped over Tricia’s sandal, planting his face in the
sole of her sandals between the indentation of her toes. The odor of her foot
assaulted his senses. He rolled off and fell to his deck as quickly as
possible. Tricia’s left flip-flop floated in the river and could’ve
been mistaken for a boat. It rocked in the waves created by her wading through
the shallow river. Throughout the night, her left flip-flop would float down
the river, creating a peculiar sight for the downsizers. Yet another reminder
of their size. There was a support tower on either side of the river, with
the gondolas suspended over the river gap. In the center of the gap, there was
a particularly downsizer-filled gondola that stole Tricia’s attention. To Tricia, the dimensions of each gondola were roughly 8x3x3
inches, like an oversized eyeglass holder. She waded through the shin-deep
water until she was upon the gondola, just under her chin. Tricia grabbed it with one hand and leveled the cable car,
bringing it up slightly to her eyes. “Hey,” she said to the screaming passengers. “How’s it
hanging?” Before anything else could happen, the resulting slack in
the single operational cable caused two others to swing and dip lower. “Fucking hell,” Tricia said, her voice causing the windows
in the gondola to rattle. Tricia reached out with her right arm, but the
adjacent cable car was just out of reach. As Tricia tried maneuvering towards the other gondola, she
felt the slack in the cable get worse. Something was wrong. The entire line was
no longer under tension, and it felt like it was becoming undone. The entire
gondola system was falling apart in front of her. Screams, as loud as a jet
engine, came from the women in the cable car in her hand. They plead with
Tricia to save them. “Would you all shut up?” Tricia said, frustratingly. “What
do you think I’m doing?” She figured she wouldn't be able to reach the other cable
car, so Tricia grabbed the cable near her and gave it a tug. This was working
as it brought the car closer, but with both hands full, she still wouldn’t be
able to reach it. “Fuck!” Tricia looked at the car with the bachelorette party
inside. Tricia opened her mouth, causing a new set of shrill screams
to blow out from the gondola. Her teeth sunk into the arms of the gondola. With
one hand free, she turned her attention to the other gondola that had been
turned on its side since the incident. Tricia held onto the cable and pulled it
like a fishing line until it was close enough to grasp. “Gotcha,” she said with a full mouth. - The women looking out through the gondola windows saw the
bottom of Tricia’s chin, her slender neck, and collarbone. Anywhere her head
moved, they moved. All fifty passengers grabbed hold of whatever they could. It
was impossible for their minds to accept a human was holding them up by her
teeth. “We’re going to die!” “Someone, help us!” “Is she going to eat us?” “What’s happening?” They couldn’t see it, but they felt the human take a step.
The echoes of her steps reverberated all the way from her foot, through her
teeth, and into the gondola. This wasn’t the smooth ride they were enjoying
from the cables. They rocked to-and-fro, up-and-down, side-to-side. The
passengers held onto the railings for dear life, as Tricia’s micro-adjustments
felt exponentially amplified. Windows fogged up as Tricia breathed out her heavily humid
breath against the coolness of the night. Her unique blend of scents, such as
her faded lotion, sweat, shampoo, seeped into the car. Her body heat radiating
outwards made the car feel muggier than it already was. - Tricia reached out and grabbed the other gondola before it
slid away from her. Now she had a gondola in her right hand, one in her mouth,
and her left hand was holding onto the cable that led to a distant cable car.
The river surrounded her, and there was no safe place to set the gondolas down
within reach. She had to hold on to both as she rescued the third dangling
cable car. “Christ.” Tricia placed the cable car in her right hand under her arm,
locking them under her pit. She then walked herself to the other side while
carefully holding the line with both hands. Tricia grabbed the other dangling cable car, ignoring the
screaming, crying, and prayers coming from 50 downsizers within. She slowly
released the slack on the line. In the distance, she could see other dangling
cable cars, but because they were so close to dry ground, she could set them
down by releasing the cable, knowing they would not plummet hundreds of feet or
end up drowning in the river. Tricia climbed the bank of the river, this time on the city
side of the river. She set each gondola on the ground beside her bare feet. It
didn’t occur to Tricia she was holding approximately 150 distraught downsizers. From the riverbank, there were promenades, concrete plazas,
and some street vendors which gave way to a boulevard. Fake palm trees planted
between the streets gave it a Honolulu
feel to it. Past that were high-rises and sleep glass skyscrapers with an
impressive view of the river and the suburbs beyond. Tricia’s bare feet dripped with river water and soaked a
concrete park as she lined up the three gondolas on the street. It was pure chaos for the downsizers. They saw what happened
and couldn’t believe the luck of the people riding the gondolas. If Tricia
wasn’t there … things could’ve turned ugly. Those cable cars would’ve surely
plunged into the river or streets. If anyone was lucky to survive the impact of
landing in the river, they would’ve drowned being trapped inside the gondolas. Traffic came to a halt and pedestrians came circling around
Tricia. The human wasn’t rampaging in their city; she was … helping them. There
certainly was apprehension among them. And everyone flinched every time the
186-foot-tall girl made a move. They’ve seen nothing like this. She was so huge and moved so
fast and gracefully. Only a handful of downsizers in the immediate area had
ever interacted with a human before. Seeing Tricia in the flesh was a brutal
wake-up call to see how big they were prior to downsizing. All five senses picked up on Tricia's enormousness: the
smell of her body, the sight of her massive form, the thunder of her footsteps,
the feel of trembling ground beneath, and the taste of dust she stirred up. Tricia ignored their dumb looks. One-by-one, she pinched the
doors of each gondola and pried them open. The passengers streamed out with a
massive sense of relief, thanking Tricia for saving them. Then something unexpected happened. Something that caught Tricia off-guard. The people in the streets clapped. They cheered and yelled a
hail of thanks to Tricia. The downsizers at her feet saw her as a hero. They
congratulated her, took pictures of her, and asked a myriad of questions. Tricia’s outward expression did not change. She looked
stone-faced at them. A slight tremble that only a few noticed. Closing her
eyes, Tricia saw them. Three people. The man from the bus. Cynthia and Rick
from her prison jar. She had called them worthless downsizers. She ended their
lives for no reason but to torment Kamila because she thought it was fun to
digest them alive. “Shut up!” Tricia boomed throughout the city. Everyone fell silent. Some stumbled backwards and everyone
else felt their stomachs drop. Their fears for the giantess returned. “Don’t thank me,” Tricia said. “I’m a piece of shit human
and I deserve death, okay?” The mood in the streets became tense. Those immediately
surrounding Tricia didn’t move, but those further away took off, running into
buildings or as far away as they could. Tricia closed her eyes and attempted to control her
breathing. She felt it. Her emotions were flaring up, threatening to explode.
She tempered it. Sighing, Tricia imagined what it was like from their point of
view. Empathy, Trish. She thought to
herself. Think about Kamila. What would
she want you to do now? “Sorry,” Tricia said. That word tasted nasty in her mouth.
Or at least, that’s what part of her brain told her. She wanted to tell the
downsizers to fuck off. She wanted to tell them their little transport ride
over the river was stupid as fuck. But the other side of her fought to kill
those thoughts. “Um. I’m sorry.” She no longer sounded confident and sarcastic.
She sounded defeated and depressed. “I’m not going to hurt anyone. Just get out
… just get out my way.” Tricia stood up, causing some to gasp. Others murmured and
did as she asked. They cleared the streets and moved to the side. Tricia shoved
some empty vehicles with her foot, creating room so she could set her bare foot
with chipped purple nail polish down. Her booming steps faded from the crowd as she walked between
skyscrapers that were taller than her. The crowd looked at each other, confused
and awestruck by the encounter. When they went to upload pictures and video of their
interaction with Tricia for the world to see, they noticed their access to
social media was down. - Charlie’s hands trembled as he
played back the video he recorded of Tricia grabbing his gondola and shoving it
in the pits of her arm. Through the chaos of losing his balance and bumping
into others, he held his camera and filmed everything. Even as he stepped out of the
gondola, shoulder-to-shoulder with others, he recorded Tricia in a squatting
position. Her giant limbs taking up his vision, her knees overhead, like a
guardian looking over her subjects. She looked relieved and maybe a little
miffed but overall comforted to see all the downsizers come off the gondolas
with no serious injuries. “Just get out of my way.” Her words echoed in Charles’s
head. He filmed her feet flying overhead, followed by her smooth legs. She
turned a corner and was no longer visible behind the forest of skyscrapers.
Tricia’s human appearance didn’t frazzle him like the others. After dealing
with Principal Sullivan and Sofia, he felt like he’d dealt with a wide gamut of
humans. Why worry about a harmless high school girl? He tried calling and texting
Sofia, knowing a fine DPS agent as herself would need to know about a human
inside Lilliputian Lakes, but his phone transmitted nothing. He cursed as he
thought about his next move. === Lilliputian Lake’s mayor’s office could be described, in a
single word, gaudy. Gold trimmed office decorated with a panoply of
over-the-top furniture. The décor shared no common theme. A cherry-stained
bookcase next to a neon yellowish-green Chinese vase, and a white marble slab
for the mayor’s desk. The office looked like someone trying to recreate a Cheesecake Factory restaurant while
hallucinating on psychedelics during a fever. Pearson sat at his desk, looking out the window towards the
city. He couldn’t see the human from his office, but he kept his eyes trained
on the outside, expecting to see her. Circled around his desk were three men. Two in suits and one
in a deputy’s uniform. The man in a dark navy-blue suit seemed to be the leader
of the mayor’s goon squad and had a notepad and pen in his hands. “Her name is Tricia Adams. Goes to the same school as
Bethany,” the navy-blue goon said. “First 911 call the sheriff’s department
received was from a senior couple. They said the human girl asked where City
Hall was.” Mayor Richard “Dick” Pearson was a rather thin man, with
gaunt cheeks, long slicked back hair, and permanent tired rings around his
eyes. He looked like he was dressing up for a Halloween contest, going as an
80s-era yuppie. “Where is she now?” Pearson asked, without turning his head.
“Is she heading here?” The gray uniformed deputy stepped up. The collar of his
uniform strained to hold in his sweaty neck fat. “Sheriff said she crossed the
Tramecksan River. There was an accident with gondolas.” “What does she have against gondolas?” Pearson asked,
frustrated that the deputy wasn’t giving him the full story. “The wires snapped—not because of her. She saved them and
set them on the street. But that means she’s on this side of the river now.” “So what you’re telling me is she’s heading here?” Pearson
bellowed, unconcerned about the gondolas. “She asked where City Hall is, and
now she’s closer. What have you idiots been doing to stop her?” he screamed. The city’s government never created a plan to react to human
intrusions. No continuity of operations plan, no crisis response team plan, and
no headquarters to manage such an emergency. NanoHabitats affirmed so many
times the downsizing community was impregnable, and such contingency planning
would be a waste of manpower and resources. Yet somehow a high school senior was walking around the city
with zero resistance. Aside from the lack of planning, the downsizers inside
Lilliputian Lakes had no way of defending themselves from a human. The police
force had guns that used electromagnets rather than gunpowder and could harm
and kill other downsizers. But to humans, the bullets from a downsized gun
would be like pinpricks from a syringe. Pearson's cell phone rang. Though he had ordered
communications between Lilliputian Lakes and the big world severed, he and a
select few enjoyed unfettered access. He answered via the speakerphone and set
his cell on his desk. "Who is this?" he asked. "My name is Evie, and I’m the Ops Director at the DPS.
I'm calling about your human intrusion." "DPS? Well, it's about goddamn time. I’ve been waiting
for the DPS to contact me about the human forever now. What are you going to do
about it?" The mayor and his henchmen leaned in for her response. "I have information that the young human woman does not
intend to harm anyone. But the reason I called is that I have an agent with me.
Her son is inside the city, and she would feel a lot more comfortable with him
out of there." "That's why you called?" Pearson slumped into his
chair. His two henchmen looked on silently. "If this human is not
dangerous, why evacuate him?" "Because she's worried more about you than she is the
human." "What?" "Mateo Rodriguez. I know you're holding him and
others." Pearson let out a forced laugh. “And why would you make such
an accusation, Evie?” Pearson tried to play it off cool. "Don’t play with me, Pearson. I know you’re holding
hostages there. And if you don’t want me
inside Lilliputian Lakes, you'll release them without a scratch on their heads.
Send them to the human supply yard in the south—I’ll give you one hour. Do
this, and I’ll forget about you ever holding hostages." Pearson thought for a moment. The human supply yard and the
threat of Evie entering Lilliputian Lakes … there was a connection there. That
tunnel that humans pushed supply through was relatively small. But the
implication of Evie’s statement made him think otherwise. There was a lot happening. What he thought was leverage
against Beth turned out to be a liability with a high-ranking DPS agent. He
didn’t like this at all. He thought quickly on how he could control the
situation. A human girl in the city, an agent threatening to enter the city,
all wanting to converge on City Hall. Maybe his hostages weren’t a liability.
Maybe he could still use them. “I want to humor you for a bit, Evie. Let’s say I’m trying
to get Mateo to the south supply yard. How would I do that with a human running
around? Don’t you think she complicates his evacuation?” “The human goes to school with Mateo,” Evie said with an
even tone. “If you’re so afraid of a harmless girl, allow Mateo and the others
to meet her. She’ll make sure they make it home safe. And you’ll get rid of
your human problem.” So, there it was. A high school girl attempting to rescue
her friends. Pearson’s mind raced with solutions. He looked up to his henchman
in the dark navy-blue suit. They both shared a knowing nod. He pulled out his
phone and started texting. Pearson would deal with Mateo and the others in
short order. But he needed time with Evie. “One hour, you say?” “Yes,” Evie said with an exasperated sigh. “I’m not admitting I have anyone by the name of Mateo or
that I’m holding anyone against their will, but maybe I’ll surprise you in an
hour.” “I don’t give a shit, Pearson. I want Mateo and the others
without you harming them. Or so help me God, a human girl taking a stroll
inside Lilliputian Lakes will be the least of your worries.” She hung up. “High school girl, huh?” Pearson asked out loud so his
henchmen could hear his train of thought. “She’s obviously here for those two
other high school seniors we picked up earlier … the boy and the girl. If she’s
risking so much to save them, that means she’s got a deep relationship with
both of them … or one of them. Regardless, we can use this to our advantage,
gentlemen.” === “What did he say?” Sofia asked. Evie shut her phone off and slipped into her back jean
pocket. “He’s going to take the full hour I gave him. Don’t worry, Sofia, we’ll
get Mateo back.” Sofia shook her head. “One hour is too long!” Sofia squatted
and looked at the chute. It was far too small for her large body to fit
through. “Maybe you should go inside now?” “I don’t want to spook him more than he is already.” “Evie, he’s going to kill my son.” “Not unless he values his life. And I think he does.” Sofia sighed. “I know it’s hard,” Evie said. “But let’s give it time.” Sofia felt her eyes watering. “I don’t know why I listened
to Tricia. She seemed so trusting when I talked to her. But that confession she
made once she was across … I felt like I was going to throw up.” Sofia sat on
the concrete ground and rested her back against a wall next to the chute. “I
tried calling Charlie to ask him what’s going on inside, but all the phones are
disconnected.” “Who’s Charlie?” Evie asked, sitting alongside Sofia. “Oh, he’s a downsizer. Remember that case you gave me? The
complaint about the principal? Well, we got along and … I don’t want to talk
about it.” “Sofia?” Evie’s face brightened. “Are you dating a
downsizer?” Sofia was bashful. “Yes.” “How’s that going?” “Pretty amazing.” “And how are you treating him?” Evie’s tone turned serious. “That’s a fair question. I’m treating him … well. I’ve
learned from my mistakes. It’s getting serious between us. He’s inside
Lilliputian Lakes right now meeting a friend. I really want to be holding him.
Him and Mateo. It’s hard giving up control of them. A part of me screams not to
let them go for a second.” Evie patted Sofia’s knee. “It’ll get easier. By the way, I’m
happy for you, Sofia.” === Isaac and Roslyn Palmetto were Beth’s dad and mom. They sat
in an unoccupied office at City Hall, along with Mateo and Emma, sitting on
couches and easy chairs, unrestrained and free to move around the office. Their
captivity was like nothing from the movies. The mayor, as unhinged as he was,
was no comic book villain. Pearson looked at the foursome as a bargaining chip, and not
as a sadist would see their victims. He wanted to use the foursome to return
his city back to normal. Back to a time before Bethany Palmetto stole his
cheap, invisible workforce. If that meant coercing the girl with her parent’s
life … and now the lives of her boyfriend, then so be it. He had never had
trouble sleeping in the past before from his intense negotiating tactics. Another one of the mayor’s goons stood guard at the door,
watching over the foursome. He was in a black suit and a red tie. He paid
little attention to them, since they were all well-mannered. Instead, he wasted
time reading forum posts on his phone. On the couch, Mateo sat on one side, while Emma lay on her
back across the cushions, with her sneakered feet on Mateo’s lap. Mateo idly
massaged Emma’s ankles through her jeans as she spoke. “What would you do if Beth got downsized?” Emma asked,
looking up at the ceiling. “We’d still date, if that’s what you’re asking. I prefer her
human, but we’d never split just because she shrunk.” “Would be kinda cool to have us three the same size. Then
Hazel could take care of us all. Would you like that?” Mateo chuckled softly. “Yeah, I know Hazel would love to
take care of us. Probably drug us with her feet every day. Hey Emma? I’m sorry
about all this. About dragging you here and—” “Stop!” Emma said with a smile. “I made my choice of coming
here. It wasn’t your fault.” “Yeah, but … you know me. I always make the wrong decisions,
and it always gets me in trouble.” “Not the way I see it.” Emma wagged her feet, signaling she
wanted Mateo to keep rubbing her ankles. “I see you as someone who does the
right thing, every time, no matter what anyone thinks. You were the only one to
talk to the biggest bully in school, and now you have a badass girlfriend
because of it. You helped find a missing nurse for someone you just met. And
you helped start a shelter for unregistered downsizers. Dude, the list goes on.
So, when you wanted to make a deal with a megalomaniac mayor so your girlfriend
could keep her size, of course I came. You always make the right choices, and
for once, I wanted to be a part of that.” He looked over at Emma and smiled. “Have I told you are the
coolest?” He gave her ankle a playful squeeze. “Not lately.” - “Excuse me,” Isaac said, “but
did you say you’re dating Beth?” Mateo regarded Beth’s huge dad.
He looked top heavy with his wide shoulders and bulky chest. He had a barrel
for a stomach and embodied the dad-bod
look. Mateo could see where Beth got her fitness influence from. “Yes, sir.” “I suppose that means she likes
downsizers?” Emma laughed. “You don’t even know,” Mateo
said. “She loves downsizers. We knew each other before I downsized, and
afterwards … well, let’s just say we were perfect for each other.” Mateo and Emma talked Beth up
and explained the village she created in her apartment. Isaac and Roslyn
listened with pride swelling in their hearts for their daughter. “And she treats you fine? She’s
not too rough, is she?” Rosyln asked. Mateo had to do a double take.
Beth’s mom was the splitting image of her. “Of course not, ma’am. Beth is
insanely careful with all downsizers.” Emma agreed. They talked some more. Mateo
learned more about the Palmettos and the trouble they got into with the mayor.
After learning their story, Mateo felt compelled to tell Beth. “She’s gotta know!” Mateo said.
“She thinks you abandoned her.” “That was our intention,” Isaac
said, looking down in shame. “It’s for the best.” “But—” “Beth sounds like she’s turning
out better than we could hope for,” Roslyn said with a twinkle in her eyes.
“She’s living a full life without worrying about her parents. And we wish to
keep it that way.” - Mayor Pearson burst into the room, followed closely by his
men. “Who the fuck is Tricia?” Pearson shouted, looking straight
at Mateo. Mateo pushed Emma’s leg off and stood up to face the mayor.
“I’ll tell you, if you let us go.” “You’re going nowhere.” “Then I guess I’m not telling you.” The mayor waved at one of his goons and took a pistol from
him. Pearson held the weapon to his side. “You better start answering. I know
she goes to your school. Tell me who she is to you all.” Mateo was secretly shaking but didn’t feel like being
intimidated by a buffoon. “I won’t tell you for free. You let them go,” he
said, pointing at Isaac, Roslyn, and Emma. “I’ll stay and I’ll tell you
everything you want.” In her mind, Emma cursed at Mateo. For once, she wished he
could be a little selfish. Even
facing death, Mateo placed others before him. Emma idolized his courage. “This isn’t a goddamn negotiation,” Pearson yelled. Emma snapped back to the present. Looking up at Mateo, she
had a feeling he was going to get himself killed. She stood up alongside Mateo. “Why are you asking about Tricia?” Emma asked. Pearson grinded his teeth. “Now you’re asking questions? I’m
the one that asks questions around here!” he shouted. “She’s our friend,” Emma said. Mateo looked over and shook
his head subtly. “What kind of friend?” Pearson asked. “Why are you bringing up Tricia?” Emma forced the question. “Because that bitch is inside the city!” Pearson was losing
it. Mateo and Emma stared at each other. How? Was all they could ask themselves. Not only how, but why was Tricia inside Lilliputian Lakes? Emma’s mind quickly
strategized. She asked herself, ‘What would Mateo do?’ Probably something to
get himself into deeper shit. If Pearson found out Tricia was Mateo’s
ex-girlfriend, that could spell disaster for him and make him a bigger pawn in
Pearson’s messed up extortion game. So Emma thought about Mateo’s actions recently. If she
idolized his selflessness and wanted to be a better person herself, what should
she do? It meant she would have to direct the attention away from the others,
and pin everything on herself and take the decision away from Mateo, much like
he did to Beth. It also meant doing something dumb. Something that would leave
a foul taste in her mouth. “Tricia is my girlfriend!” Emma lied, all eyes falling on
her. “If Tricia’s in the city … that could only mean she’s here to rescue me.” === “How long has it been?” Sofia asked. “Not long,” Evie said, still sitting beside Sofia. “Maybe you should wait inside in the city? Because how will
we know when Mateo is ready for pickup?” “That girl you helped go inside would know, right?” “I don’t know if I can trust her now. I don’t know if the
fucking mayor or Tricia is a bigger threat to my son.” Evie nodded. “Maybe you’re right. Without communications in
or out of the city, I can’t tell if Tricia is tearing up the place or really
trying to rescue your son. I’ll head inside. I can shout over to you what I see
from the other side.” Sofia brightened up. “Yes, that’s a good idea. Go, please!” Evie crawled over to the chute with Sofia turning her body
to face her. She was about to enter the chute when the rough hands of a man
came down on her shoulder and stopped her.
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Added: 03/16/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025
Story Notes:
Special note: Although the ages of the characters are not mentioned in this story, I want to be clear that all characters are 18+. This story has several arcs, and the arcs dealing with HS students refer to students in their senior year, months away from graduation.