Downsizing by MXP

English Class

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Carol used her keycard to open a section of the downsize tubes that were networked throughout the school. They were near the wing where all the downsize classes were, and thus, Carol couldn’t go any further. Once a downsizer was inside the network of tubes and classes, they were essentially cut off from the big world. Much like how a downsized community was cut off from the rest of the world.

Carol pointed towards his class and closed back the hatch behind him, sealing him back in the small world for the first time since leaving the downsize facility. Through the clear plexiglass, he could see the principal give him a wink before turning back and walking away. At that point, he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to come to terms with what the hell had just happened.

It was a strange position to be in. How many laws did she just violate? He watched her receding deeper into the hallways, her giant hips swaying back and forth with every step.

Did she threaten him? Was she using him for some fucked up personal reason? Whatever it was, this was real. Downsizing wasn’t as rosy as the brochures portrayed it. Mateo’s mind shifted into survival mode. He wasn’t going to cause a ruckus.

He turned on his heels and walked to class like nothing had happened. Just like the principal said. Nothing happened.

-

“Everyone, welcome Mr. Mateo Rodriguez,” the English teacher said. “He’s a brand-new downsizer, but not brand new to our school. Mr. Rodriguez? That will be your seat.” She pointed. “Sit next to Amber. She’ll help you get oriented.”

The classroom had students sitting in pairs, sharing a long desk. Amber sat alone and had a desk to herself. Mateo greeted her and sat beside her. She sighed and pulled her backpack, that was on the vacant side of the desk, to the floor. She knew having a desk all to herself would not last.

The teacher droned on with her lecture, almost becoming white noise to Mateo, whose mind was on anything but the lesson. He hated being there. His first day at school as a downsizer was supposed to be with Hazel and Emma. He was by himself in the downsize-only class, which made him feel like the new kid at school—which was true to an extent. 

“I’ve seen you before, I think,” Amber said.

“Really?”

“Yeah, you were still human—”

Were human?

“—and you were looking down at the train station.”

“On Friday?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

He nodded. “That was me. I found out the day before I was going to downsize, and I was checking out how it was going to be like.”

“And?” She was facing him, planted her elbow on the desk and rested her chin on her palm. “Is it everything you thought it could be?”

“Umm. Not really.” He shook his head and looked blankly across the room. “I’ve been … learning a lot, I guess. About what it means to be downsized.”

“What’s there to learn?” She lifted a brow.

“Umm, like, dealing with humans. It can be … strange.”

“Oh. I wouldn’t know.”

“Really? You never interacted with humans?”

“Nope.”

“How long have you been downsized?”

“Three years.” She reached into her bag and pulled out chewing gum. She offered a piece to Mateo, but he politely declined. The teacher continued speaking and writing things on the board, only half the class paying attention to her. “When my family downsized, we moved straight to Lilliputian Lakes. I’ve never been in the big world. Unless you count school. But even then, I’ve always been inside the downsize sections only.”

“Oh.” He sounded distant. “I kinda left right after I downsized. I’ve been with humans this whole time.”

“Really? That’s nuts. Why would you do that?” she asked, chewing loudly.

Mateo looked at her bag and stack of books on her desk. There was something familiar about Amber, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “I got into a fight with my parents and kinda ran away from home. I’m staying with my human friend.”

Amber’s eyes went wide. “Whoa. You got some balls doing that.”

“I do?”

“Hell yeah, you do. I don’t trust any human to touch me.”

“Really? I trust my friend, and she’s been super cool with me.”

“She?” Both her brows lifted high. She looked up and down at Mateo, impressed by his courage. After all, it was exceedingly rare for a fresh downsizer to interact immediately with humans. “Is she, like, your girlfriend?”

“Oh, no, no. She’s in a relationship with another downsizer. Maybe you’ve heard of Emma?”

Amber giggled and smiled widely. “Wait, you’re talking about Emma and Hazel?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, everyone knows about them.”

The two continued talking and getting to know each other. Amber explained that Emma was the most fearless downsizer she’d ever met. Beyond that, Amber explained how the school worked for a downsizer. The electric golf carts were scattered everywhere in the network of tubes and common areas. The downsizer areas felt like a normal part of a school campus. It’s just that everything was spread over long distances, hence the carts to help with locomotion. No one owned a specific cart. They were just grab ‘n go. The conversation eventually swung back to the topic of humans.

“You gotta be careful with them,” Amber said. “And I just don’t mean the physical size difference.”

“What do you mean?” Mateo asked, with his eyes reading the words on the board, but not paying attention.

“From what I hear, humans can be really manipulative to us. You know, how when you learn about a cult, and wonder how a cult leader can trick so many people into doing things no sane person would do? Something about humans … Makes weaker downsizers get glued to them like their life depended on it.”

“Wait, are you saying Emma and Hazel—”

“No! Those two are horny soulmates. I’m talking about what a worker ant is to a queen ant. They release their pheromones, and boom! Instant hive mind. The ants will do whatever the queen commands. I’ve heard rumors about downsizers coming under the influence of humans. That’s all I’m saying.”

“Oh …” Mateo thought back to Hazel, but more importantly, the principal. Was he under her influence? Sure, Hazel used her pheromones on him, but she was respectful about it. Principal Sullivan however …

The bell rang and everyone jumped up, gathering their things and getting ready to trek it to their next class. The teacher was saying something about an assignment, but Mateo couldn’t bother to listen.

Amber gathered the stack of books on her desk, lifted them, and went to grab her bag. In one fumbling moment, she spilled her books across the floor of the class. “Goddammit.” she muttered.

Mateo went around to help her out, and that’s when it struck him. “I remember you.”

“Huh?”

“You dropped your books when you got off the train.”

“Oh yeah, story of my life.” She stood up and took the books from Mateo’s hand.

“Beth saw you, too. She said she wishes she could help you by carrying you and your books—”

“Beth? You mean Bethany Palmetto?” Her eyes bulged. “That freak? She wants to hold me?”

“Freak?” It oddly hurt Mateo to hear those words used against Beth.

“Never in a million years will that bitch ever touch me.” Amber and Mateo walked out of the class together.

“Umm, how do you know about Beth, and why do you think she’s a bitch?”

“Everyone here knows her. She’s obsessed with us and always wants to talk to us. She also asks us to come close to the walls so she can compare herself to us. Bethany is so fucking weird. Also, we might be separated, but these walls are clear plastic. We’ve seen the way she treats other humans. She’s a bully and is constantly fighting with other people.”

Mateo said little after that. Amber had a different class, which upset him because of how well he was getting along with her. But it didn’t matter. Chemistry was next, which meant he would see Hazel and Emma again.

He jumped into a free golf cart and drove off. There was a map printed in the center of the cart that helped him navigate the network of hallways and tubes. Mateo felt comfortable driving himself. Between the class and the golf cart, he almost felt human. Everything was scaled to him, and seeing others his size gave him a sense of community. He didn’t feel alone or the odd one out.

Chemistry

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He traveled through translucent tubes, colored purple, which indicated he was heading towards the mixed-size section of the school. This didn’t mean he would be directly interacting with humans, it just meant this led to the hallways and classes that were populated with human students. The tubes were suspended near the ceiling. The floor in the tube was leveled and paved, while the curved walls revealed the big world beyond. If he stood with his head against the circular wall, which reminded him of a subway tunnel, he got a bird's-eye view of the giant students far below.

It was disjointing to see his school from this perspective. When he was human, he hardly ever looked up at the downsizer tubes. Now that he was here, he couldn’t peel his eyes from looking at the top of the heads of all the giant students. Even catching glimpses of the female humans and their astonishing figures made him lust after them harder. Human girlfriend was definitely the way to go, and as he watched the stream of students walking the halls, he wondered if any of them would take an interest in a downsizer like himself.

Hazel wasn’t an oddity. Mixed-size relationships were a thing. He felt like he had a chance of fulfilling his dreams.

He parked the golf cart with the others in a disorganized fashion outside his chemistry class. From there, he followed another tube that was a series of stairs that went through the wall of the hallway and into the classroom.

The view he saw was breathtaking. The downsized class was in an aquarium-like box, attached to the wall of the classroom about five and a half feet from the ground. Because the walls were clear, exiting the pedestrian tube and entering the class was the same experience of seeing the Grand Canyon for the first time. The human classroom expanded outwards like a vast landscape. Desks were like plateaus and textbooks stacked like coliseums. The giant humans walking around their desks, ignoring the two-inch students in the glass menagerie, gave Mateo apprehension. It was one thing being around Hazel, but two dozen giants walking around gave him pause.

A girl in a plaid flannel, shorts, and Vans shoes popped in front of the downsized classroom. Her face taking up the side of the room like a billboard. It was Hazel with a smile that extended ear to ear. She was staring down at a bewildered Mateo and waving her hands. The other downsizers shot Mateo dirty looks. Hazel, with a goofy smile, brought up her phone and pointed at it. Mateo got the hint and pulled out his phone.

Hazel returned to her desk and Mateo found an empty desk in the back of the downsize class and texted on his phone.

Hazel: Sorry you can’t be with me!

Mateo: Please don’t be! I should be sorry. I almost got you in serious trouble. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if your permit got taken away because of me.

Hazel: It’s okay, tomato. I can’t keep track of all these ducking rules.

Hazel: Stupid autocorrect.

Mateo: Where’s Emma?

Hazel :)

“Boo!” Emma grasped Mateo’s shoulder from behind and shook him.

“Emma?” Upon seeing her, he stood up and gave her a hug. “What are you doing here?”

“Came to be with you, nerd.”

Another downsize student who was near them made a P.U. sound. “Is that smell coming from you, Emma?” he asked, his voice heavy with snark. “You smell like your girlfriend’s vagina.”

Emma shot back without hesitation. “And you smell like loneliness and shit. Did your hand break up with you? Because I bet even it doesn’t want to fuck you. Asshole.” Emma then turned back to Mateo, her tone changing to a giddy, friendly one instantly. “So, does this feel like the first day of school for you?”

“Yeah, it’s all so new. Everything.”

They sat down together. A TV screen at the front displayed the teacher giving her lecture from the human side of the class. The downsize students had the option to either look out the clear walls or watch the live feed. If they wanted to interact with the class, there was a button and a mic installed at every desk. A hand-rise button allowed them to get attention, and a separate button for muting the microphone was also available.

Mateo told Emma that the principal went over his schedule. He omitted a lot of the spicier details of his meeting with her. Emma was afraid that the principal was scheming against her and Hazel, but Mateo reassured her that the principal was only interested in him.

“Where’s Beth?” he asked, looking at her empty desk in the front.

“Ugh, why do you care?” Emma asked. “She’s absent. And that’s a good thing for you, remember? We’ll get you a human girlfriend—and it’s not going to be Beth.”

Mateo nodded. He glanced over at the other girls in the class and daydreamed about them. He was still angry his family forced him to downsize, but if it weren’t for that, he wouldn’t have experienced the joy of being with humans that were the size of buildings.

“Lunch!” Emma shouted in his ears.

An hour had passed without him realizing, because he was too busy thinking about playing with humans. He gathered his things and followed Emma out of the class and into the golf cart.

“Aren’t you going to have lunch with Haze and Jack?” he asked while getting in the passenger seat.

“And leave you alone? Nah, I’m not going to ditch you. Besides, it’ll be sad watching you sit by yourself in the corner while the three of us have fun.”

Emma slammed her foot on the accelerator, and they were off in a flash. Mateo gripped the support bars, convinced he was going to fly out on a turn. Emma was having the time of her life, dodging other carts and zipping through the tubes like particles in the Large Hadron Collider.

She made three lefts, two rights, and went down several straightaways. This was all new to Mateo, and he truly didn’t know where they were. The tubes went from purple to yellow, indicating they were leaving the school and heading towards the Puny Express train station and the pickup point between humans and downsizers.

“Are you sure this is the way to the cafeteria?” Mateo shouted over the sound of the zipping wind.

“I think so. It’s been a minute.”

Emma turned the cart around upon seeing the train station and went down a weird alley that looked like a maintenance shaft. The tube graded downwards and turned clear. It was filthy and dark, the lights on the cart automatically turning on.

“Should we probably turn around?” he asked, slight panic in his voice.

“Nah, this is a shortcut. There are shortcuts all over the place like Mario Kart.”

“Are you sure about that?”

The tube ended up in a maintenance room, scaled for downsizers, filled with panels, servers, electrical cabinets, and pipes for pumping. Mateo couldn’t catch a sign because Emma was driving so fast, but he could’ve sworn it read no trespassing and warned against students being there.

“Emma, I think we should turn around.”

“Nah, I’ve been here before. I think … It’s a shortcut. We do it all the time to skip the traffic around the cafeteria. We’re just behind the school walls, is all.”

“Umm, okay …”

“This looks like it,” Emma said, driving through a deteriorated hole in the wall. A huge pipe, larger than the diameter of the cart, was above them, and seemed to be partly the reason there was a mashed-up hole. The cart’s wheels bounced and drove over smashed up bits of drywall and crushed tile. A porcelain structure loomed in front and above them.

“Is that a toilet?” Mateo asked. “Are we in a bathroom?”

“Ah, I know where we are,” Emma said. “We’re in the girl’s bathroom. Close your eyes, dude.” She giggled. “Or open them. I don’t care. Hey, we might find your next girlfriend here.” She giggled.

“We have to get out of here!” Mateo grabbed the handle bars in the cart and looked behind them, looking for the exit.

“Hang on, let’s have some fun.”

“Emma? What if a human sees us here? Sees me, a boy sneaking into the girl’s bathroom? I’ll be dead.”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Emma said, racing under the stalls. At the end of the stalls, they could see the bare legs and sandaled feet of a girl sitting on the toilet. “Not like they can legally do anything to us, even if we’re not in the downsize section of the school.” 

Emma slowed the cart the closer they got to the girl on the toilet. Mateo fidgeted in his seat, wanting to bolt out.

“Okay, so you go up to her feet and introduce yourself,” Emma said with a grin. “If she doesn’t call you a pervert, you’re in!”

“Please, I want to get out of here before it’s too late. Nobody has seen us yet.”

“I thought you’d like this. Don’t guys like sneaking into the girl’s bathroom.”

“Girl’s locker room, maybe. But not here. C’mon.”

“Ooh, okay. We’ll drive to the girl’s locker room next.”

“Emma!”

The giant girl sitting on the toilet stirred. “What the?” She leaned over and brought her head down to her knees and looked to the adjacent stall, spotting the downsizer golf cart.

Mateo’s stomach dropped to the floor. It was Tricia.

Golden Showers

===

“You disgusting insects!” Tricia snarled.

“Trish, it’s me.” Mateo waved his arms from within the cart, unsure if his ex-girlfriend recognized him.

Emma gripped the wheel as she saw the giantess shifting in the toilet. In one swift, terrifying motion, Tricia lifted her foot and brought down her flip-flop clad foot near the cart with a force that seemed to shake the earth beneath them. The cart bounced violently under its suspension, throwing Emma and Mateo against their seats.

"Fuck." Emma's voice was uncharacteristically trembling with panic as she hit the accelerator, the tiny electric motor giving off a high-pitch whine as she made a U-turn. She drove under the stalls, shooting for a direct line back to the hole in the wall. “Okay, maybe bumping into a sizeist wasn’t a good idea.”

Though they retreated, Tricia was furious and determined to crush the downsized peepers. Wasn’t it bad enough that downsizers spied on humans from high above in their tubes, now they were freely driving in human bathrooms for some sick thrill? 

She left her stall, went to the adjacent one, and kicked it open the stalls, the metal doors slamming against the walls with a deafening clang. Her stomps shook the ground, sending shockwaves through Emma's and Mateo's bodies. They could feel the vibrations on their skin, the tremors rattling their bones. Mateo gripped to seat as Emma pressed her foot on the accelerator as far as it would go.

Tricia's foot missed the cart by mere inches, a near-miss that left them both breathless, causing them to steal a look at one another with wide eyes. Tricia wasn’t trying to prove a point by scaring them, she was trying to kill them! They drove into the next stall, safely away from Tricia’s feet.

The giantess, undeterred, skipped two stalls and kicked the door open, her eyes locking onto the tiny electric vehicle scurrying across the tiled floor. She brought her foot down, a massive pillar of flesh that was coated in a thin layer of flowery lotion and sprinkled with dust and dirt from half-a-days walking.

Emma's reflexes were lightning-fast, slamming on the brakes so that the cart skidded to a halt as Tricia's foot crashed down in front of them. Her foam soles slapped the floor, followed by her colossal foot. The impact sent a shockwave of dust particles billowing outward, invisible to human eyes but clear to the downsizers. It was like a mini sandstorm, slamming into them and enveloping them.

Mateo's heart stopped, his life flashed before his eyes, before being replaced with the image of the arch of his giant ex-girlfriend’s foot. He gasped in fear. His body, acting on its own, stepped out of the cart, his legs shaking as he craned his neck all the way back to look up at a furious Tricia.

She was a living skyscraper, her legs tense and posed like a predator standing over its prey. She was the angriest he’s ever seen her, glaring down at them like degenerate peeping Toms. Mateo hadn’t even seen Hazel from this perspective, so the sight of Tricia's gigantic form at the base of her feet filled him with a gut-wrenching terror.

"Trish!" Mateo's voice was hoarse, barely audible to the giantess. "It's me and Emma. Don't step on us!"

"Mateo?" Tricia's brow furrowed in confusion, her anger morphing to puzzlement for a moment. "Why the fuck are you watching me pee?"

"It was an accident," he said. Emma came out of the cart to stand beside him, her body trembling. Tricia's attempt to crush them had shaken her to the core, leaving her pale and wide-eyed. No human had ever threatened her life like that before. "We're lost," Mateo said. “And, and we somehow ended up here.”

"Bullshit." Tricia snarled as she lifted her foot and then descended her toes like a meteor impact. With a sickening crunch, she flattened their electric cart beneath her sandal, the foam sole reducing the vehicle to a mangled mess of plastic. The rechargeable AAA battery inside, something her weight and foot couldn’t crush, remained amidst the broken plastic of the cart.

“Whoa!” Both downsizers jumped back away from the giant girl’s foot as she crushed their only transport. They were now stranded at the feet of a pissed off teenager.

“Thanks for proving my point, Mateo,” Tricia said. “You’ve been a downsizer for how long? And you’re already using your stupid size to inconvenience humans and invade their privacy. I can’t even use the bathroom without having perverted insects spy on me? I hate—hate!—fucking downsizers. Parasites. You all are a bunch of disease-carrying rats, out to make human life miserable.”

“Shut the hell up, Tricia!” Emma shouted, her courage catching up with her. “This was an accident, and if we knew it was a sizeist bitch like you, we would’ve never come here. We’re heading back to our side of the school now. Just leave us alone, already.”

“You think you’re free to go?” Tricia asked. “You think I’m just gonna let you walk away after this? Nuh-uh. You’re fucking dead.”

“Tr-Trish, it’s me! Mateo? I was your boyfriend.” He took a step backwards.

“Ugh,” she grunted. “Don’t fucking remind me. Now everyone thinks I dated a downsizer. I don’t care if you were a human when we dated. You became a downsizer with no warning, and overnight—and now people think I’m okay with your kind and have a thing for you maggots. Even my parents think I’ve gone soft. Fuck you, Mateo! You’ve ruined my reputation for life.” She squatted down and reached out with her right hand. “They think I’ve gone soft and am attracted to downsizers? Not after today. You pieces of shit are going in the toilet.”

“Wait, stop—what do you think you’re doing?” Emma asked. “You can’t touch us without a permit or consent!”

Tricia ignored the little lesbian and brought her fist up to her red face. “There are no stupid fucking permits for what I’m about to do.” Tricia stood up and walked back to her toilet stall, the slapping of her flip-flops against the soles of her feet echoing in the bathroom. She closed the stall door behind her and took one last look at Mateo and Emma. “I’m disgusted even by touching you.”

“Tricia!” Mateo shouted, his breathing shallow and rapid. “I’m still the same person! Being small doesn’t change what we had together. Trish, please, it’s me!”

“You? Who’s you? All I see are a pair of invasive species.” Tricia looked up as she thought of something. “I was about to ask if you know how to swim. But that won’t matter once I flush.”

Emma and Mateo screamed as Tricia opened her hand, dropping them into the toilet. They both pierced into the stillness of the frigid water. It was a shock to their system and caused them to tense up. Mateo swam to the surface and gasped for air, splashing and trying to tread the surface.

“Emma?” He looked around him and didn’t see her until he looked below. Emma wasn’t swimming. Mateo didn’t hesitate. He dove under, opening his eyes underwater so he could spot her. He hooked an arm under Emma’s pits and then swam back to the surface.

Emma kicked her legs and held onto Mateo, but she floundered, clear that she didn’t know how to swim. She heaved and gulped as much air as she could once her head was above the surface. She inadvertently swallowed mouthfuls of gross toilet water. “Help,” she whimpered, trying to climb on top of Mateo.

Mateo, to his credit, remained calm and focused on treading the water while holding on to Emma. He kicked off his shoes and took off his jeans to help not get bogged down deeper in the water. But interestingly, at two inches, the buoyancy of the water and his downsized body worked to his benefit. He still had to kick his arms and legs, but he didn’t spend as much energy as a human would. 

“Oh, good!” Tricia said from above, clasping her fingers and looking down at them lovingly. “You didn’t drown right away. That would’ve made this next part not as fun.”

Tricia’s face was replaced by her backside as she turned around. She lowered her shorts and panties in one go, revealing her plump ass and gargantuan thighs. As she squatted onto the seat, her legs spread revealing her shaven pussy.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me!” Emma said, her arm wrapped around Mateo’s shoulder.

“I know Trish,” Mateo said between gasps. “She’s just messing with us. She wouldn’t really—”

The sounds were unmistakable. A golden torrent rushed past Tricia’s nether lips, pouring out in individual globs of urine before a stream formed and splashed into the toilet. The stream was about 10 feet away, relative to Emma and Mateo, and turned the still toilet pool into violent rapids.

“Mateo!” Emma gasped, holding onto him tighter. 

Mateo kicked his legs and swam away from Tricia’s yellow waterfall. The smell of her urine stung their noses, and the violent cacophony of thousands of gallons of urine pounded their eardrums. The clear water surrounding them dyed yellow as more urine filled the bowl, and in seconds, they were swimming in piss. Emma’s frantic kicks and the choppy waves worked against him, and they were pulled into the falling piss.

“Mateo, don’t let go of me!”

“I won’t!” Mateo’s muscles strained, his legs almost depleted of energy, but his will to survive was greater. He heaved and dragged Emma, trying so hard to swim away from the column of piss crashing into the toilet. But despite his efforts, and Tricia’s slowing stream, the stream of piss struck them overhead.

Both Emma and Mateo were splashed deep into the toilet bowl from the force of the stream. It was like being caught in a riptide, and they felt their flailing bodies shoot off in different directions. But Mateo’s resolve was firm. He gripped Emma’s wrist and refused to let go. Their bodies twirled like falling leaves deep in the piss-filled ocean. 

Once they made it past the fast-moving current, Mateo had enough sense to swim back to the surface with Emma in tow. He and Emma inadvertently swallowed Tricia’s piss, their lungs burning for oxygen, their bodies aching for relief.

Mateo was the first to breach the surface, choking and spitting yellow liquid from his mouth. He yanked and pulled Emma up, who had a similar reaction. Her body convulsed and heaved as she gagged on the piss water. Her hair sticking to her face, blinding her. Not that she wanted to open her eyes, as they stung from the acrid urine.

Tricia’s piss finally ended, without fanfare, and just thick drips coming from her pussy. Her legs spread in a V-pose, her face revealed to the almost drowned downsizers. 

“Is this what you wanted?” Tricia asked with a grin. As she spoke, she failed to hear the door to the girl’s bathroom open slowly. “You little freaks wanted to see me pee, amiright? So swimming in my piss must’ve been a dream of yours.” She giggled. “Look at you two. Swimming in my piss like a couple of turds—it’s actually kinda poetic that it ends this way.”

Tricia was reaching over to tear off some toilet paper to pat herself dry when the stall door burst open. She instinctively closed her legs and looked up at the intruder with bulged eyes. 

It was Beth.

And she was angry. Beth’s eyes scanned Tricia and didn’t see Mateo anywhere. “Where is he?” she growled. 

Tricia was in too deep. She couldn’t let anyone know what she did, and she couldn’t afford any witnesses. She rotated and awkwardly reached behind her to grasp the toilet lever and pushed down.

Beth grabbed Tricia by the collar, her arms flexing as yanked the girl off the toilet and shoved her to the floor like a rag-doll. The water in the toilet swirled. Amidst the yellow whirlpool, Mateo and Emma held onto each other as they spun around. Beth dropped to her knees and reached into the toilet—the grossness of which didn’t phase her, as she was keen on saving the downsizers. She splayed her fingers and positioned her hand into the drain, drenching her fingers in Tricia’s piss, catching the downsizers one-second before they were swept away. Like a fishing net, Beth caught Mateo and Emma and lifted them out of the toilet.

Emma rolled onto her belly and coughed up Tricia’s piss onto the giant palm. She kept coughing up yellow water until she was dry-heaving. The disgusting taste of piss forever stuck in her mouth.

“Are you okay?” Mateo asked Emma, crawling up to her and patting her back. He spat out piss over and over, but it seemed to permeate from his mouth.

“What happened?” Emma asked, wiping her wet hair from her face. “Who—” She looked at the palm she was kneeling over and followed it to a muscly arm connected to a large body. “Beth!”

Beth’s heart was pounding in her chest, her adrenaline pumping, her face both relieved and frightened at how close Mateo and Emma were from being flushed. Even her hands were trembling, shaking up the downsizers.

“What the fuck?” Tricia screeched, getting off the floor and lifting her shorts up. “Can’t I get some fucking privacy, for once?”

“You!” Beth said. She grabbed the collar of her shirt, lifted her, and then shoved her against the wall of the bathroom stall. In one hand, Beth held her rescued downsizers, in the other, Tricia, effortlessly lifting her off her feet. “Didn’t I tell you I’ll protect all downsizers from cunts like you?”

“Let go of me, you giant freak.”

“Fuck you!” Beth shouted.

“I’m so reporting you!” Tricia had both her hands wrapped around Beth’s, trying to push her way but unable to move the strong girl. “You’re holding downsizers without a permit or their consent! Have fun in juvie. And kiss your chances of ever getting a MHIP goodbye bitch!”

Beth pursed her lips in anger. Though Tricia struggled in her grip, she kept her other hand perfectly still. A skill only accomplishable by someone with enough strength and dexterity as her.

The bathroom door slammed open, causing everyone to look up. The click-clacking of high-heels were distinguishable to the principal. “What’s going on here?” Principal Sullivan asked.

Beth let go of Tricia and looked down desperately at Mateo. She was worried. Terrified.

“Beth!” Mateo yelled. “It’s okay! Let me talk to the principal.”

Beth shook her head. She whispered, “I have to hide you.”

“No.” Mateo glanced over at Tricia, who was exiting the stall to confront the principal and rat out Beth before she got a chance. “Trust me,” he said. “I can get us out of this.”

Aftermath

===

Outside Principal Sullivan’s office, Tricia sat in a chair, waiting for her turn to get chewed out. Inside, Bethany, Mateo, and Emma stood before the stern principal, sitting silently as she absorbed their story. Beth stood in front of the table. Emma and Mateo were on the desks, wearing dry loaner clothes, two sizes too large, after getting a quick rinse under the faucet. Both he and Emma were barefoot, looking like abandoned orphans.

“You know what this means?” the principal said finally. She looked up at Beth, who looked ashamed and was gripping her fingers. “You can go to jail. And you two,” she looked down at Emma and Mateo. “You two get expelled permanently. Tricia …” She sighed. “That girl’s life is gone.”

Mateo whispered to Emma, “I can get us all out of this.”

“How?”

“Watch.” Mateo stepped forward, grabbing the principal’s attention. “Nothing happened, Miss Sullivan. Emma and I didn’t run into Tricia. And Beth has our consent to hold me and Emma. We were lost, so Beth was just helping us return back to the downsize section. So … nothing wrong happened. I don’t see any reason the authorities should get bothered … since nothing happened.”

Beth raised a confused brow.

Emma said, “What? Tricia almost killed us! And Beth doesn’t even have a freaking MHIP.”

“Actually,” Beth said, reaching into her back pocket and pulling out a freshly laminated card. “I passed on Sunday..”

“Doesn’t matter!” Emma said. “Only Hazel has my consent, not Beth! Never Beth. Never in a million years! Expel me all you want, but I’m not letting Tricia get away with this.”

Principal Sullivan cleared her throat and was about to drop the hammer when Mateo waved his hands and indicated he wanted to speak.

“Miss Sullivan—can I have a moment with Emma?”

The slightest, most imperceptible smirk formed on her lips. “Go on.”

Mateo huddled with Emma and turned his back to the giant principal. He loudly whispered to Emma in a fast-moving speech.

“We can’t let Beth get in trouble,” he said.

“Too bad she doesn’t have my consent. Only Hazel does.”

“C’mon, Emma, she saved our lives! We would be in the sewers right now if it wasn’t for Beth.”

Emma sniffled, tears instantly running down her cheeks. “I know she did.” She needed a moment to gather herself. “I know, I know. But why did it have to be Beth?”

“That’s—” He patted and squeezed Emma’s shoulder. “That’s what I haven’t been able to explain about her. Deep down, I know she’s a good person. She saved our lives, and the best we can do right now is to not report her.”

“But we have to report Tricia.” Emma’s mood completely flipped. “She. Fucking. Pissed. On. Us. And that’s after she tried stomping on us. That’s attempted murder, and she needs to pay.”

“You won’t like this,” Mateo said, looking over his shoulder and up to the principal, who looked expressionless. He turned back to Emma and sighed. “You made me do those trust exercises with Hazel. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done—to put my life in someone’s hand. Well, right now I’m asking you to do the same. Emma, you got to trust me. If we keep our mouths completely shut and pretend none of this happened, then no one gets in trouble. We won’t get expelled and Beth won’t get fucked by the law.”

“Wait, what about Tricia? You’re not suggesting she gets away with this?”

“Please, Emma.”

“You’re mad!”

“Please.” A single tear ran down his cheek. “I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll do your homework … I’ll be your slave! Anything you want.”

Emma rolled her eyes. But then she regretted it. “Okay,” she almost shouted. “But only because you didn’t let me drown back there.”

Mateo jumped in for a hug.

“Ugh, get off.” Emma shoved Mateo. “You smell like piss.” She giggled.

“You’re the best. Okay, just follow my lead.” Mateo broke his huddle and went back to confront the principal. “So, yeah, Emma and I saw nothing. And Beth has our consent to hold us, and she was simply helping us back to our side of the school.”

Principal Sullivan leaned forward, her boobs causing her blouse to stretch. She looked past Mateo and down at the girl standing behind him. “Is this true, Emma?”

Emma crossed her arms. “Yeah, sure.”

“I’m not convinced.”

Emma cleared her throat. “It’s all true. Tricia did nothing and Beth has—” Emma groaned, physically sick from what she was about to say. “Beth has my consent.”

The principal then looked up at Beth.

“They’re telling the truth,” Beth said, knowing if she played along, ‌she could avoid the law.

The four had more talks. Carol Sullivan had them repeat the story many times until she was convinced they were going to stick with it. She then pulled up Beth’s profile and saw that she had no downsizer CoH on her permit.

“There’s a little hole in your story,” the principal said.

-

Emma and Mateo lost their phones somewhere in the toilet. But that wasn’t an issue, since the phones were merely display devices. Their phone’s configuration and actual computing were done off-site. So, Carol gave them spare devices from her drawer. Emma and Mateo logged into their profile and, in a few seconds, had their phones back.

Beth couldn’t hide her excitement. Her hand trembled as she held up her MHIP up to Mateo and Emma. Mateo scanned the QR code and quickly went through the prompts to give his CoH to Beth.

“It’s done,” he said, looking up at Beth, who smiled back at him mischievously, causing him to pause.

Emma slowly went through the prompts, and on the last screen, hesitated to push the button. “Just because you have my consent,” she said to Beth. “Doesn’t mean you can pick me up whenever you want.” Emma hit the green button on the last screen.

Carol had more parting words for the three students. She reassured them she wouldn’t impart any disciplinary action on them, so long as their story remained the same.

“I now have to deal with Tricia,” she told them. “I’m sure she’ll be ecstatic to hear she won’t go to jail, since nothing happened.” Principal Sullivan stood up. “Bethany, why don’t you escort our little downsizers back to their section of the school? They’ve given your consent after all …”

-

Beth had to walk all the way around to the entrance of the school to drop off Mateo and Emma at the downsize/human meeting point. Beth couldn't take advantage of the many access points built into the downsize tube system, as only the principal and select few had those permissions.

Emma recoiled in her seat. Beth. That bitch was holding her and prancing around the school proudly that she had her in her palm. Her hands weren’t silky like Hazel’s. Calluses from lifting dumbbells hardened her skin at the base of each finger, and the lotion she used was too flowery, in her opinion. 

Their bumpy ride ended when Beth stopped to lower her hand onto the hip-high platform. There was Plexi-glass around the downsize around the platform, but had an open area for humans to reach in and interact with downsizers.

Emma was the first to get off, jumping off before Beth’s hand came to a stop. Mateo was preparing to hop off, but Beth quickly raised her hand back up, the sudden G-forces making him drop to his ass in the center of her palm.

“Beth?” he asked with worry in his voice. 

“Oh, just a little longer,” she said, pleading like a child at a theme park. “Mateo, this is my dream!” Her excitement was hardly contained and caused her voice to waver. “I’m holding a teeny-weenie downsizer—and of all people—it’s you, Mateo. My little study buddy. The one who said mean things to me before running off to downsize without telling me.” Her smile faded.

Emma shouted from the platform far below, “Let go of him, Beth! Mateo’s not even registered to be on the human-side of school.”

Beth was about to retort, but Mateo spoke up, wanting to diffuse the impending argument. “Beth, can we talk in private?”

Beth turned away from Emma and looked down at Mateo with glee in her eyes. “Of course!”

-

It was the same bench Mateo often sat on in the mornings before school. The very bench where Beth would strong-arm him into handing over her homework.

Beth’s eyes were magnetized to Mateo and all his miniscule movements. Her hands trembled, and she had an expression like she was going to explode. “You’re so light,” she said, hardly above a whisper. “You weigh as much as a tennis ball and you’re smaller than my pinky.” She swooned, letting out a quaking breath. “You’re so cute. I can just hold you forever.”

“Umm, Beth?”

“Yes?”

She was so big. It was only now that Mateo realized Hazel was a petite, smallish girl, which was difficult to accept because Hazel was a living skyscraper to him. With feet large enough to crush a bus, and a mouth capable of swallowing him whole. But after experiencing Principal Sullivan with her blimp-sized tits and now Beth with her enormous athletic body, Mateo truly understood the significant size difference between him and humans.

“Thank you for saving my life.” He didn’t wait for her to respond and continued. “Umm, why did you do it?”

“Are you kidding?” she asked, contorting her face incredulously. “Why wouldn’t I save you and Emma?”

“But that’s my question.” Mateo looked around at her giant hand. Her pinky finger was indeed larger than him. Was he that small, or was she that big? She was definitely larger than petite Hazel, and that excited him in a strange way. “I know you and Emma don’t get along. You guys fight a lot—and not in a friendly way. And …” Shame overcame him. “Last time we were together, I was angry at you, and told you I wanted you out of my life forever. Like everyone else in school, I turned my back on you …” There were several moments of silence between the two of them. “So, why’d you put your hand in a toilet full of pee to save me and Emma?”

Beth was still swooning over little Mateo in her palm, but quickly blinked her emotions away. The alpha Beth that Mateo was all too familiar with, coming through. “You really think I’d let that bitch Tricia flush you away?” She laughed, but there was a hint of bitterness in her voice. “I don’t care if people hate me. Or want nothing to do with me, like Emma made clear so many times … or you, for that fact.”

Beth’s eyes finally left Mateo and gazed at the empty school. She chewed on her lips as her eyes wandered throughout the empty campus. The students were in class, but even if they weren’t, this was how alone she felt. Alone.

Beth gathered her thoughts. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t care. When I knew Tricia was about to kill you, I just acted. I don’t care if you were covered in piss—I would’ve ripped that fucking toilet off the wall if I had to. I would’ve searched for you in the sewers until I found you two.” She brought Mateo a little closer to her face, her voice lowering, her hot breath bathing over him. “Wanna know why? It’s because you’re special to me, Mateo. And now that you’re tiny—it makes me want you more.”

Mateo swallowed. “Okay. But, wait, I thought you were absent?”

“I wasn’t.” She was ashamed and shrugged. “I was … shy to meet you earlier. Weird, I know. But I’ve been following you all day. Ever since Hazel skated into school with you. I was so jealous. I wanted to hold you so badly, Mateo! But I held myself back, because I knew if I came up to you with my MHIP, you would’ve told me to fuck off. So, I stood back. Watching you. Waiting for the right time. I lost track of you when Emma drove like a madman around the tubes. I thought you were at the cafeteria, but when I didn’t see you there, I started searching the school. Don’t know how to explain it, but I had a feeling something went wrong. Good thing I listened to my gut, huh?”

Mateo wished this was the side people saw in Beth. Sadly, they were accustomed to her roughness. Shoving people in the hallways, slamming books off the hands of nerds, encouraging others to do her homework, calling people mean names. She did all those awful things and probably had her reasons. But with Mateo and downsizers … She was different. 

Her stare was intense, lustful, and full of excitement. As he stood in her palm, he saw the look of someone who had their long-life dream fulfilled. Maybe digging into a soiled toilet wasn’t how she dreamed of touching a downsizer for the first time, but sitting on the bench, in the campus's peacefulness, she looked like she was in heaven. Mateo had no doubt she could’ve ripped that toilet off the wall. She could bench more weight than most men, crush someone’s finger in her grasp, and tear a phonebook in half. But in that moment, she held him like a fragile bird. It was like a tank protecting a single flower. Mateo couldn’t think of a safer place to be, than Beth’s palm.

Beth chuckled. “So, what are you doing tonight? Wanna come over to my place? I got some fun ideas we can try together.” She winked at him. “We can have some real fun together. No limits. Honest.”

“What? Tonight?”

Beth nodded and chewed on her lower lip.

Mateo’s erection was at full-mast, but he refused to let his penis do the talking. “No, Beth.”

Her expression soured, but she looked equally hurt. “No? C’mon, Mateo, you’ll have fun … trust me,” she pleaded. “I’ll make it the best night of your life.” She sensually licked the top of her lip. “Want me to suck your tiny dick? I’ll let you ride my nipples.” Her voice became hoarse as she spoke. “I’ve always wanted a living dildo inside me—but don’t worry, I’ll be real gentle-like. You’re safe with me, Mateo.” Her hands were shaking as her excitement went up a notch. “I’ll treat you like a short-king. Anything you want, Mateo. I’ll suck your balls dry between my giant lips. Would you like that?”

His erection throbbed to the point of pain. There was nothing more he wanted in life, then to bounce his hips against her plump lips. And he was so eager to know if Beth possessed pheromones and what the experience would be like with her.

“We can’t.”

Her hurt expression turned towards anger. “What do you mean, can’t?” Her brows furrowed. “What if I think you owe me, huh? For saving your life! What’s stopping me from just taking you home and forcing you to—”

“I want to do this the right way.” He stood definitely, but his voice slightly wavered, showing his nervousness.

“Huh?” She was confused and angry. “What the fuck are you talking about? What do you mean, do things right?”

“Listen, I … I don’t know why you like me. And I don’t know why I like you.”

Beth was taken aback. “You like me?”

“If we’re going to have … a relationship. I want it done right. From the start. Let’s not rush this.” He cleared his thoughts and stood tall in her palm. “Bethany Palmetto, would you like to go out to dinner with me?”

Shock and disbelief paralyzed Beth, her mouth agape and her eyes wide with a glassy with a fine veneer of a tear on them. She spoke, but it was hardly above a whisper. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Yes, I am.”

Rarely has Bethany Palmetto heard a revelation that would leave her speechless. Her hands quaked as she stared down at Mateo, who was under two-inches tall and standing on her palm, yet seemed like a tall, confident man.

“Umm,” Beth said, her voice finally returning. “You’re asking me on a date? Most guys would just want to fuck, but you're—”

“Old-fashioned, I guess,” Mateo said. “Beth, I don’t see you as an object or even as a bully. But as someone who deserves to be courted, and nothing less. So, do you want to go out for dinner? How about tonight?”

Beth’s lips quivered, but no words came out. She nodded and then sniffled. “Yes. Yes. Of course.” She raised Mateo in her hand and lowered her face, puckering her lips, ready to give Mateo a juicy kiss.

“Wait, stop!” he shouted, waving his arms out in front of him. “Beth, not like this.”

She pulled back; her face scrunching up in confusion. “Huh? You don’t want me to kiss you?”

“Let’s take it slow. Please.”

She nodded, but her body language showed how frustrated she was. Pent-up emotions were ready to explode all over Mateo, but the little confident thing just held his ground.

Beth’s phone beeped with an important notification. She checked her phone with her free hand and sighed. “Emma just revoked her consent to me.”

Mateo laughed. “Maybe I should do the same. I mean, I was forced to give my consent to you.”

“I’ll break your fingers before you get a chance.” She snapped. Beth put her phone away. “Sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay!” If Mateo had a tail, it would’ve been wagging. “I know you don’t mean those things.” He smiled.

Beth returned the smile.

-

Beth reluctantly dropped off Mateo next to Emma at the platform. They missed so many classes from the time of the incident until that moment that the school day was almost over. Emma, still barefoot along with Mateo, hopped over to him with concern in her eyes.

“What did she do to you?” Emma asked. She put her hands on Mateo’s shoulders and spun him, checking his body for injuries. “Just ‘cause she saved us, doesn’t mean she owns us. She’s not allowed to hurt you, understand?” Emma was almost frantic, looking over at him, trying to spot bruises or trauma. “If you feel you can’t say anything in front of her, just wink twice.”

Mateo laughed. He loved how overprotective Emma was of him—though she was the reason they almost got killed. “It’s okay. We just talked.”

Beth’s giant body bent at the hips, her strong upper-body looming over the tiny downsizers. “Text me the deets. I’m gonna run home and get ready right now,” she said with a wink. Beth stood back up and walked away, stealing glances over shoulder many times, not wanting to leave Mateo behind.

When Mateo turned back to Emma, her bulging eyes greeted him.

“What the fuck?” she asked. “What was that all about?”

“I’m going on a date with Beth.”

“Dude! Are you insane? Wait, is she blackmailing you?”

“No, it’s all mutual.”

“Mateo, you doofus. I told you, Hazel and I are going to hook you up with a human girl. Don’t go out with your fucking bully. What happened to our talk earlier?”

Mateo shrugged. The school bell rang, and in an instance the campus filled with human and downsizer students. There were two sets of downsizers. Those who headed for the Puny Express, taking the train back to Lilliputian Lakes. And those downsizers who were getting picked up by humans. Though the latter was extremely rare. While Emma and Mateo waited at the platform for Hazel, only one other downsize student showed up, waiting for their human pickup.

“It’s just a date,” he said. “I don’t see the big deal. Besides, I was dating Tricia, and she tried killing me with her pee. Beth was bullying me, and saved my and your lives.” The campus became louder, the more crowded it became. One train whined with its electric motors, and another arrived to pick up more students. “I think there’s something between me and Beth. And after we date, that’s not true … then whatever, at least I tried. But if Beth and I do hit it off—well, I’m glad I took a chance.”

Emma crossed her arms and huffed. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I do.” Then Mateo grinned. “I think I’ll handle this better than you do, driving us to the girl’s bathroom and almost getting us killed.”

Emma playfully punched him in the arm. “I said I was sorry, okay?” Her smile was a mix of shame and relief that they survived a near-death experience at the hands of Mateo’s psycho ex-girlfriend.

“I don’t think you did.”

“Oh, well, I’m sorry.” She hugged him and then released. “God, I need a fucking bath. I still smell like that bitch’s pee. Hmm. I think I’m gonna have Hazel piss on me before giving me a bath. Because right now, I feel like Tricia marked me like a dog marks a tree.”

Mateo smiled. “You want Hazel to mark you as her property?”

“Oh, fuck yeah. That’s actually hot when you think about it.”

A shadow enveloped the two downsizers as a human came walking up the pickup point platform. It was time to get back to Hazel’s home. Mateo was looking forward to a bath and then preparing for his date with Beth. That would be good for Emma and Hazel, too—it would give both girls privacy to do their dirty stuff while he was out. 

Mateo hadn’t turned back to look at the human, but felt something was wrong. Emma’s eyes filled with dread as she looked up behind him. Was Tricia back to finish the job?

He spun on his heels to see who it was, but two giant fingers plucked him before catching a glimpse. Judging by the rough grip, he instantly knew it wasn’t Hazel. And it wasn’t Beth. The only two people he’s given consent to. 

“M’hijito!” 

“Mom?”

“I’ve been worried sick!” The volume of her voice was enough to knock the air out of her son. She then lowered and kissed him multiple times, knocking him over and making him fight for a breath of air.

“Mom, you can’t hold me! It’s illegal because I never—never!—gave my consent to you. You don’t even have a license.”

The giantess’s smile vanished and was replaced with a look of disappointment. “Is that all you can say to your mother? You just don’t know how worried I’ve been about you!”

Mateo didn’t have a view of his mother like Emma did. Emma could see Sofia in all her glory. And as a little lesbian, Emma was taken aback by what vixen she was. Jean shorts and a white shirt that was stretched around her bosom so much, the fabric became thin and sheer, revealing an enormous bra that could cover multiple downsized homes at once. 

“Put me down!” Mateo shouted and frantically wriggled from between his mother’s fingers. “No consent! No consent! You’re not allowed to hold me.”

Sofia rolled her eyes, seeing him squirm and clearly not listening to what she was saying. “My good new friend helped me get a license today. And, because apparently you don’t keep up with the rules, as your mother and legal guardian, I don’t need your consent.”

Mateo’s eyes went wide as he felt his stomach drop.

“You’re going home with me right now. No more running away!”

Mateo shouted, but to no avail. His mother had him, and she would never let him out of her sight again.