Downsizing by MXP

Sofia

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Liam walked down the hall and knocked on the door frame, attempting to get Sofia’s attention. She was standing only a couple of paces in the room with her back turned to him. Liam couldn’t help but let his eyes wander up and down the Latina MILF’s figure.

“Hey, umm, Sofia?”

She turned her head, looking pale and full of dread.

“Did you see a ghost or something?” Liam asked.

“I … I think I just,” she said with trembling lips and crestfallen face. “… Miguel.”

“Something wrong, mi amor?” Miguel asked, standing in the middle of Liam’s palm. Miguel was not his confidant self. It sounded like he was reading from a teleprompter in front of thousands of people, nervously trying to keep his composure. “Did you find Mateo?”

“My god, Miguel! You’re alive!” she said, spinning around and grasping him right out of Liam’s hand. It was so rough and abruptly, his vision went black for a second. She kissed his whole body, planting his back against her palm while she gave him wet kisses. “Jesus, Miguel, I thought I killed you!”

“What?” Miguel asked with an uncharacteristic yelp.

Liam lifted a brow.

“Yes!” Sofia said. “I thought I stepped on you.”

Liam’s eyes went straight to the floor, where he saw the mess created by Sofia’s bare feet. “Oh, looks like you found Kenneth.”

Sofia froze. “Wh-what?” She looked at her foot and then back up at Liam. “Did I …?”

-

Liam was on the floor scrubbing the carpet with some cleaning chemicals and a brush. On one hand, Sofia held Liam’s DPS badge, and in the other, her husband. Liam wiped her foot with a wet-wipe and helped put a sock on her foot. She would have to do a deep-clean later, but her son taking a bath in the bathroom prevented that.

“Don’t tell Mateo what I did,” she said to Miguel, direct and leaving no room for debate. “I have to go get him, and I don’t want him to think of me as a killer.”

She gave Liam back his badge and then grabbed a stack of her husband’s clothing that was in a pile on top of the dresser and then left the room. She entered the bathroom across the hall to see Mateo’s back turned to her, as he stood nude near the warm running faucet water.

“What took you so long?” Mateo asked. “I thought you forgot about me.”

“Of course not, m’hijito.” She dropped her husband off on the counter along with the clothes. She then picked up Mateo and set him near the pile, along with a washcloth, to dry himself. Miguel turned around to give his son a modicum of privacy, but Sofia stared down at him. “We’ll go shopping for clothes later. But for now, your dad’s new shirts and shorts will just have to work.”

“I already have clothes,” Mateo said. “Hazel bought me everything I needed. Just let me go back to her, please!”

“Hazel? Is she a human?”

“Yeah.”

Images of that flattened downsizer popped into Sofia’s head. It was so easy to kill him unknowingly that it rattled her nerves. What if a human had ill-intentions? It would be trivial to kill a downsizer. And the thought of her son with a human gave her anxiety.

“Are you dating Hazel?”

“What? No. Hazel’s dating Emma, who’s a downsizer. We’re all friends and she’s been treating me so well. I want to stay with her.”

“Instead of your family? Absolutely not, Mateo.”

“Mom! I didn’t want to be downsized in the first place! But even though my life is fucking ruined, at least I found a silver lining that actually makes me smile. I love being with my friends. And I met a human girl that likes me back and—”

“Do not use curse words with me, Mateo.” She pointed a stern finger at him. “I forbid you from interacting with humans. It is far too dangerous. And you can forget about dating a human girl.” She then switched to a sweeter tone. “M’hijo, you’re cute. You can find yourself a wonderful downsizer girl to date.”

“I want to date a human!”

Her stern voice returned. “I said forget about that. I don’t want a human taking advantage of you.”

“She won’t! You don’t know Beth.”

Miguel interjected, though he was nervous, seeing his wife in a new light after cheating on her. “Sofia, maybe Mateo is old enough to make his own decisions?”

“I said no.” Her voice boomed and echoed in the small bathroom. “He will not interact, and especially not date a human. Ever! It is far too dangerous.” She then stared down at her son. “I’m grounding you, and you will stay with your family and not hang out with humans. I’m taking away your phone, and you will not go to that school anymore.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Mateo shivered as he shouted.

“Mateo, what did I say?” Sofia’s face turned a shade of red.

Miguel would often intervene around this point, pre-downsizing, and tell his wife nonchalantly that she was overreacting. But this wasn’t the time for it. He was not about to tell a heated 200-foot Latina woman that she needed to calm down. He whispered to his son, “Stop, Mateo. Don’t make her angrier than she is.”

“No, this is fucking bullshit. Not only did you ruin my life by permanently shrinking me, now you're telling me who I can and can’t date? And now I’m grounded and a prisoner here? You keep rubbing salt into the wound. I fucking hate you!”

Sofia made a fist and slammed it onto the counter. The shockwave was nearly strong enough to implode Miguel and Mateo’s chest, and explosive enough to knock them off their feet. Their ears were numb from the booming.

“Damn it, Mateo! For the last time!” She loomed over them, her face red and her bosom rising up and falling from her forceful breathing, looking like a bull ready to charge. “It is—not—my fault that I didn’t downsize. Okay? I will not have my family broken apart by this, and I will not allow my son to put himself in danger.” She pointed at herself. “I am the only human you will ever come close to. ¿Lo entiendes?”

The stress from the past few days finally boiled over. Her son running away, her perfect home in Lilliputian Lakes gone, no place to live, and she accidentally crushed and killed a man … Couldn’t her husband and son understand her stress and that she was doing her best to keep it together? And now her son was showing ultimate disrespect with his tone of voice and language? It only intensified her white-hot rage.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Mateo asked in a panic.

Still scowling, Sofia grabbed her son, so that the top half of his body was within her grasp and his bottom exposed.

“You think you can talk to me like that?” Sofia said through clenched teeth. “And get away with it? Did you forget who you’re talking to?”

“No, no, stop it. What the hell are you doing?” she muffled his shouting from within her grasp.

With her free hand, she used her index finger to whack his bare bottom. It was the same motion one does when trying to get pepper out of a peppershaker. The first strike caused Mateo to tense up and wail in pain. Sofia didn’t let up. There were two quick more whacks on his bottom. He cried even louder and flailed his legs, trying to block subsequent hits. Miguel could only watch helplessly, realizing there was nothing he could do to protect his son. He and Mateo were at the complete mercy of Sofia.

“Mom, stop! I’m sorry.”

Another whack.

“Ow, owwww! Please, I’m sorry.” Tears covered his face. He screamed until his voice was hoarse. His ass was beet red, and in so much pain, he wouldn’t be able to sit on it for a week. Another powerful spanking caused him to wail until there was no more breath. He sounded like a sputtering engine trying to inhale and cry at the same time. “Mommy. I’m sorry. Mommy, please stop!”

She rotated her wrist and splayed out her fingers. Mateo curled up in a fetal position in the middle of the palm, crying and naked.

“Are you done talking back?” Her tone did not carry any sensitivity, and she questioned him like a suspect during a heated interrogation. “Huh? Are you going to start listening to me and get rid of this fantasy of being with humans? Huh? Tell me.”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“Yes? Yes what?”

“Yes, mommy.”

“Good.” She lowered her hand and gently set him near the pile of clothes. “Get dressed.” She turned to Miguel, who stared back with an open mouth, too scared to move an inch. “And you …” This caused his heart to skip a beat. “Why weren’t you in the shoebox when I got home? I didn’t put you in there as a suggestion, Miguel.”

This was frightening. When Sofia was in this mood, it took hours for her to cool off. Probably because Miguel would shrug her off or even antagonize her during her angry moments. But that was all gone. He was the size of her thumb and in no position to assuage her or even shrug her off.

Mateo cursed her and got a whopping. He cheated on Sofia … twice. What would she do if she found out? Miguel felt the color leave his skin. Sofia had unchecked power over them, and their family flipped into an intense matriarchy overnight. She was pissed-off and there was nothing they could do but ride along and hope for the best.

“I, umm, was hungry, and, umm, I wanted to find something to eat—”

“Don’t you dare lie to me.” Her eyes were intense. “I hate it when you lie, Miguel. I fed you. You couldn’t have been hungry. Were you looking for Liam? To tell him I locked you up? Did you know he was DPS and were you trying to get me in trouble or something?”

Miguel was so worried and flustered, he was on the verge of passing out. 200 feet tall. She was the size of a 20-story building and pissed. He was viewing her from a dizzying perspective that made his knees buckle.

“No, honey,” he said. “I didn’t know any of that stuff. C’mon, you locked me in a shoebox. I just wanted to explore. That’s when Liam saw me and offered to, umm, hang out. Watch TV and stuff.”

“What show?” Sofia asked with her hand on her hip.

“I, umm, I don’t know. Something weird on Netflix.”

“What show, Miguel?”

“I-I don’t know. Sofia, I’m sorry I left the box, I didn’t know it would—”

“I put you there for a reason! You were safe in there. If I walked in the room while you were exploring—” She stopped herself, remembering Mateo was there. Not wanting him to know she killed a downsizer without realizing it, she altered the rest of her speech. “You could’ve gotten hurt. From now on, unless you have my permission, you don’t go anywhere I don’t allow. The floor is off-limits. And if I put you in a box, you stay there!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Miguel saw an opportunity to appease his wife, and hopefully guided her towards cooling off, so he took it. “Sorry, honey. It won’t happen again. I swear.”

Mateo slipped on polyester shorts that work best with his beaten ass. He then put on a white shirt that was a size too large for him. Once dressed, he collapsed back into the fetal position, not having the willpower to move or anger his mother further.

-

Liam did a good job cleaning the blood and guts from the carpet. There was a wet patch, but no stains. Sofia gently placed her son on a pillow on her bed and stroked the back of his head and back.

Mateo recoiled from her touch and even shut his eyes, tears forming up again. It surprised him how delicate her touch was and how warm her presence felt.

“M’hijo,” her motherly voice enveloped him, “You know I don’t want to hurt you. But you weren’t listening to me, and you cursing at me was simply unacceptable, so I had to remind you who you’re speaking to. I hope I don’t have to do this again.”

He nodded.

“Because if I catch you trying to sneak away or trying to date a human girl, I will punish you again. Please, sweetie, I don’t want to do that again.”

He sniffled. “Can I at least call Beth and tell her—”

“You’re grounded, remember? No phones, and no talking to human girls. They’re only up to no good.”

“But Beth thinks we’re going on a date tonight and I—”

“Aye, m’hijo, what did I say about talking back?” Those stroking fingers quickly flipped him over, exposing his ass. She prepared to give him another beating, causing Mateo’s eyes to bulge. “Are you still going to resist me? I said you’re grounded, and no talking to human girls, okay?”

Mateo thought of Beth. He didn’t want to ghost her. Not after what they went through and the connection they had. Would he give her up without a fight? Would he roll over and let Beth slip away from his life? Standing up for what he believed would certainly mean a beating. So, how strong was Mateo’s resolve for Beth?

“I don’t care,” he said, standing up to his mother. “I like Beth. And I’ll do whatever it takes to be with her.”

He wailed again as his mother struck him.

-

Sofia lost her trust in her son. She was going to leave him to rest on the bed alone, but that would not happen anymore. She placed him inside the top dresser drawer, on top of her socks and then shut it completely, leaving him to cry in darkness. It pained her to do this, and if only Mateo would be obedient, none of this would happen. She’d work on him, and in due time, he’d grow dependent on her. And these grandiose dreams of living alone with humans would be a thing of the past. She would be the only human in his life from now on. 

-

“Aye-ya-ya, I need a shower,” she said to Miguel as she carried him back to the bathroom. He knew he was going to join her, even though she didn’t ask what he wanted.

But before she got into a full-blown shower, she wanted to clean the sole of her foot from where she took the life of a hapless downsizer. She sat on the edge of the bath and placed Miguel next to her bare ass.

“I have to ask him more about what he does,” she said, while scrubbing her foot. She had the water running from the bath and used a loofah to scrub her feet. The water turned pink as blood flowed into the drain. “Sounds really odd that he brings criminals home. Who does that? I was so relieved when I found it wasn’t you I had crushed, honey. It wasn’t even like stepping on a toy or anything like that. It was like stepping on a marshmallow or cooked spaghetti. I didn’t feel it until I had already taken a step.”

The man that pleaded to Miguel for help was nothing more than an inconvenient stain on the bottom of his wife’s foot. He stared at her large sole. The wrinkles and sexy arch that easily extinguished life and could also end his. If Sofia learned about his infidelity, that surely would be his remains staining her foot. Just a scrub and then she would be on with her day.

Satisfied her foot was clean, Sofia started the shower and stood up. She scooped up her naked husband and held him close. She kissed him and licked his body.

“Hmm, having fun, honey?” she asked. “I bet you like I didn’t shrink.” She giggled. “Because if I did, you wouldn’t have these mountains to play with.” She lowered her hand to show off her mammoth tits to her husband. Beads of water from the shower cascading over her smooth, blemish-free skin. Like a waterfall going over a round ridge. Her nipples poked out as she became aroused. “These are all for you to play with.” Her facial expression was more lust than smiles. She pressed the side of her hand against boobs, her erect nipple rivaling the size of Miguel’s head. “Whoa, I’m so big.” Her voice was deep and hardly louder than the shower.

Miguel grabbed her nipple and played with it, just like before. She was gorgeous and her body was unreal. Pushing past forty, her giant tits sagged a little, and were full as ever. Why in the world would he cheat on someone like Sofia? He blamed Liam and Luna. Those bastards completely fucked over his life with Sofia.

Sofia didn’t like the light touching from her husband, so she cupped her breast with him in her palm. She rubbed his entire body up and down the ballooning tit. Her nipple was hard and contrasted with the smoothness of her skin. Her other hand went down and played with her clit.

“Don’t you love this, honey?” she asked, while the shower struck her back, sending droplets everywhere, and steaming the bathroom. “You like this, right?” She pulled her hand back and looked down at him.

Miguel was out of breath and startled. He didn’t see his wife the same way, and he was worried about their future together.

“Miguel, what’s wrong?”

“Hmm?”

“Well … you’re all soft.”

It was true. He didn’t have an erection because he didn’t find this situation at all sexy. She was force-rubbing his body against her tits after killing a man his size, and she expected him to be okay with this? Horny, even? But the crux of the problem was what he and Luna did, and the vow he broke with Sofia. Overwhelming guilt prevented him from getting excited.

He looked up at Sofia. Large eyes, wet dark hair sticking to the side of her face and neck. Sofia was the kind of woman that didn’t need makeup, as her natural beauty shone brightly no matter what situation she was in—no matter how large she appeared. He didn’t deserve her. There was no hope of redeeming himself after what he did. Or was there …

“Do you really want to rub me against your boobs?” he asked as sincerely as possible. “Or maybe there’s something else you want to try.”

A mischievous yet shy smile formed. “I want you inside me.” She paused, waiting for his reaction.

He nodded. “Okay, let’s do it!”

She bit her lower-lip and then lowered her husband in front of her giant pussy. “I want you all the way inside.” Her labia was swollen in anticipation. Almost appearing as a hungry monster, ready to devour the two-inch man. Her fingers spread her lips, and in went her husband.

When Sofia played with her husband, she often took precaution and safety to the ninth degree. Ensuring every move she and he made was safe, since she understood the tipped balance of power between them. But the need for caution was absent. Sofia was in charge. She had her family back; she disciplined her son, scolded her husband for not obeying her commands, and did society good by killing a scummy criminal.

Her vaginal muscles vacuumed her husband deep inside her canal. The sensation was wild, and it almost made her lose balance in the shower. There was a risk of Miguel losing oxygen, getting crushed, or even getting lost inside her—and those thoughts made her actions that much more exciting.

“Oh, god, oh god. Miguel, honey. Yes, yes! Fuck me, babe.” Sofia rubbed her clit furiously, but it wasn’t enough. She took the showerhead off the wall and laid back in the bath. She flipped the showerheads through their settings until she found the pulsating one. Sofia aimed the stream, so it hit her clit. She squealed in unbridled pleasure but muffled her moans with her hand. It was insanely pleasurable. She could feel Miguel’s tiny body swimming in her, getting lost in her folds. While the jet stream of pulsing water teased the ever-loving fuck out of her clit.

-

Spelunking in a dark, wet, humid cave, with walls that oscillated with Sofia’s massive heartbeats, was far scarier than Liam’s cock. Miguel lost track of where ‘up’ was and found himself swallowing mouthfuls of his wife’s pussy juice. Periodically, he found pockets of strong-smelling air that he greedily gasped.

He could not get a grasp of anything inside the vaginal canal. Her folds were slick and gooey with her feminine juices. His hands could not find purchase on her pink folds, because it was like trying to grab onto a slick bar of soap covered in oily seaweed. Sofia’s vagina had complete control over his body and moved him where it wanted him. He felt the ground undulate and carry him deeper into her abyss.

Miguel flailed wildly in the slimy cave until he struck her cervix. He was as deep in his wife as what was considered safe. Anything further, he’d be lost within her forever. ‘Safe,’ of course, was a relative term. Nothing they were doing was safe.

“I’m sorry, Sofia,” he said of her vagina. “You know I love you, and always will.” He rubbed against the firm wall until he found her hole. He became erect as he rubbed his body against hers. The entire cave system rumbled and rattled his bones. He felt like he was on a carnival ride as his body got thrown about, up and down. He was giving his wife pleasure, and this made him hard. This force of nature was succumbing to his mere touch. He hoisted himself until he could insert his tiny cock into her cervix.

After fucking Luna twice that morning, he was spent and his cock raw. But that didn’t stop him from fucking his wife the best way he could. It had an effect, because the pounding of Sofia’s heart elevated and overcame his own heart’s thumping.

-

Sofia’s eyes rolled into her head. He was all the way inside her. A mere two-inch toy, her husband, swimming freely inside her vagina, and now bouncing on her sensitive cervix. She climaxed multiple times in the shower, while the jet stream of water struck her pussy.

This was it. This was the point where Sofia lost any regret in what happened with downsizing. She was the big one running the family now, and that sat well with her. She punished her son, who was sleeping on her socks, and she subjugated her husband with her pussy. Why didn’t we do this earlier? She thought. It would’ve made all those arguments with Miguel and Mateo trivial, if not absent. They wouldn’t dare question her. Not at their tiny sizes. Her words were now law and absolute.

She climaxed again, but not because of what Miguel was doing. It was her realizing her potential. Her newfound power. Her feelings of domination washed through her like a drug, and she came again, feeling her power over her tiny husband inside of her.

-

She set Miguel on the edge of the bath after cleaning him. He was exhausted and lying on his back, unmoving. Sofia finished up with her shower, lathering with soapy suds, admiring how large her breast was looking. She saw her tired husband below the curvature of her boobs. It made her giggle, thinking she sapped his energy with her pussy alone. My powerful, all-encompassing pussy, she thought lustfully.

They dried up and headed back to the bedroom, where they dressed. Sofia dressed in comfy clothes and Miguel wore his pajamas. He fell asleep on the pillow of the bed.

Sofia checked on Mateo and found him fast asleep on her clean white socks. He had pulled some cotton close to his chest and slept in the fetal position. Sofia let out an “Aww,” and desperately wanted to scoop him up and hold him close to her chest. He reminded her of when he was a baby.

 

 

Tuesday

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“Please, not again!”

“Honey, what did I say about humans?”

“But … Mom … you don’t have to hit me just because I want to talk about it.”

Sofia was wearing pale-yellow cotton shorts and a pastel-pink tank top. Her dark hair was a mess and pulled back in a loose ponytail, locks of her hair framing her face. She looked much more youthful than she was.

At that moment, she pinned Mateo’s front side of his body against her bare thigh. Sofia pulled down his pants and was ready to give him the first spanking of the day after arguing with her, demanding his phone so he could call his human friends. She said ‘no’ twice, but when Mateo kept arguing, she decided it was enough. She didn’t have to put up with his disobedience anymore.

“I’m not hitting you. It’s just a little spanking, m’hijo.” She was calm, a little annoyed, but looking forward to correcting her son. She would continue this until he learned better. “You know this hurts me, too, right? It makes me sad seeing you cry.”

“Please!” He screamed loudly. “It hurts so much already.”

Sofia hovered her finger over his bottom and contemplated what her next moves were.

Miguel, standing on the armrest of the couch, spoke up and said, “Babe, he’s not a little kid. Don’t hit him.”

Sofia snapped her neck and stared down at her husband with pursed lips. She tapped Mateo’s ass with a quick whack of her index finger. He cried out bloody murder. His wounds from the previous night had not fully healed, so the one spanking only compounded the pain tenfold.

Sofia said, “Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do to my son, Miguel.”

“Sofia, you’re hurting him!” It was an outburst coming from the fatherly side of his brain and not the self-preservation side. He was about to say something to diffuse the situation, but the damage was already done.

“You want some of this, too, Miguel? Don’t tell me how to parent or I’ll stick you in the shoebox again. This time I’ll duct tape the lid. Okay?” She almost yelled.

Miguel nodded and said nothing more.

Sofia turned to her son and helped lift his shorts back on. He was convulsing as he cried in pain. “M’hijo, you’re grounded. That means no phones.” She sounded so sweet and motherly. She was the type of mom that could be tender and loving one second, and in the next, be the meanest drill sergeant in the army. “And you will not bring this up again. Or this nonsense of dating humans. Okay?”

He sniffled. “Okay.”

-

Sofia made an early lunch. Spanish rice, pico de gallo, and carne asada. She was a skilled cook and could whip up a wonderful dish using what few ingredients Liam and Luna had in the kitchen. She served herself a plate and brought it to the table where her husband and son waited for her patiently.

“Miguel, M’hijo, are you as hungry as I am?” she asked in a cheerful tone. “Because I’m starving.” She sat down, placed a napkin on her lap, and grabbed her cutlery. She cut extremely thin slices of meat and moved it, along with some rice, to the edge of her plate. “Just eat off my plate. But don’t get too close to my fork unless you want to get eaten!” She giggled uncontrollably.

Miguel turned white. His wife’s playful threats had become all too real to him lately.

Mateo hadn’t said a word to his father. Miguel tried talking to his son, but the minor chit chat went nowhere, so he gave up quickly and focused on his own guilt.

Mateo walked to the edge of the plate and looked at the colorful food with the rich-smelling aroma. He loved his mother’s cooking, but the more he looked at the giant, oversized food with grains of rice the size of footballs, the more disgusted he got. This food had no soul. Not because it was almost alien from her two-inch perspective, but because his mom did not cook it; rather, cooked by an autocrat.

Miguel grabbed a grain and munched on it, as he watched his wife scoop a forkful of rice and casually toss it into her mouth. She grabbed some meat and rice this time and had it prepped near her mouth as she swallowed. Miguel was mesmerized watching his wife perform such a mundane act. It could so easily be him on that fork. She could eat him like a piece of that carne asada, and he wouldn’t even be a full mouthful.

“Eat, m’hijo.” Sofia’s voice and tone almost convinced Mateo that she cared about him. He crossed his arms and turned his back to his mom. “Mateo, eat.”

“I’m not hungry.” Mateo said, pouting and crossing his arms.

“When’s the last time you ate?”

Mateo shrugged, unwilling to answer his ruthless mother

“Mateo, answer me.” Her voice rising. But before Sofia lost her temper, Liam walked into the kitchen. “Oh, hi, Liam.” She went back to her sweet tone.

“Hey.” Liam was in a semi-formal suit. “Wow, that smells good.”

“Grab a plate. I made plenty.” She gestured towards the kitchen counter.

“Oh, no, I don’t have time. I’m about to head to work.”

“Well, let me pack some up for you. Okay?” she asked, standing up and giving him a quick nod.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” His gaze on Sofia’s ass lasted a second too long, but the downsizers on the table didn’t notice. “Hey, I, uh, I wanted to ask you for a favor.”

“Of course, Liam. What is it?” She prepared a plastic container and stuffed it to the brim with her delicious home-cooked meal.

“Umm, can Luna hang out with you guys today while I’m at work? I don’t want to—”

“Luna?” she asked, hesitating for a fraction of a second. It’s not that she didn’t like Luna … but she could be a bit much. The time at the downsizer lab was enough for Sofia, but she wondered if she was being harsh on Luna. After all, a two-inch Luna should be more manageable. And she had Miguel she could deflect Luna to. “Yes, Luna should hang out with us. Where is she now?”

“Here I am!” Luna popped out of Liam’s breast pocket with both arms in the air like she was crossing the finish line at a marathon. “This is going to be so much fun! Liam works late sometimes and leaves me home alone for hours. That’s no fun. I can’t wait to have some girl talk. You must tell me how you like our home; maybe you can give me pointers on how to decorate it. Sofia, that shirt is so cute.”

“Have fun, guys.” Liam pulled his tiny wife from his pocket and set her beside the other downsizers on the table.

Luna ran up and hugged Miguel. “Hey you! It’s been a while.”

Miguel pushed her off and said, “Luna! Don’t let Sof—” He stopped himself as he saw his son turn around with a raised eyebrow. “How are you?” he asked, shaking her hand. “Luna, this is my son Mateo.”

“Mateo! How are you? I’m Luna!” Immediately after, Luna spouted a hundred words and dozens of questions to Mateo. Ranging from how great being downsized to compliments about his mother. She asked him about school and what he thought of her apartment.

 

 

Wine

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Sofia did her laundry and dumped her freshly clean clothes onto her bed. Mateo stood near the pillows, silent, with a scowl on his face.

“For running-away from home,” she said to her son, “your punishment will comprise chores.”

“I thought my punishment was being with you,” he said.

“Watch it.” She quickly sorted her clothes, still hot from the dryer, into two piles. Smaller articles like her socks, underwear, and bra in one pile, with the rest in another. “First chore, fold my laundry.”

“What? That’s impossible.”

“Give yourself some credit, m’hijo. I think you can handle it. You’re too small to handle things like my shirts, but you can manage folding my socks. Think of them as enormous flags to you.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me! I’m not doing that.”

She rested a hand on her hips and took a long breath. “Mateo …” She said his name with a long, drawn-out infliction. “You didn’t even try, and already you’re complaining. You do this, or I’ll come up with something worse for you to do. Want to scrub the toilet instead?”

“Why?” He couldn’t even look at her anymore. “Why are you doing all this to me?”

“M’hijo,” she said, kneeling beside the bed so she was eye-level with her two-inch son. “You abandoned me and your family when I needed you most. Then you went to hang out with humans I know nothing about. You know how dangerous that could be?” Her warm breath hit her son like a breeze.

Mateo knew his mother knew nothing about Tricia or almost drowning in her ocean of piss, because that was a secret only a select few were privy to. He looked at his mom and saw genuine worry painted on her contorted face, holding back tears.

“I don’t care how safe you think they are,” she said. “Accidents can happen. In one second, m’hijo, you could be gone.” She spoke from experience. “And you want to date teenage girls? You know how nasty and unpredictable they could be? It makes me sick to my stomach, letting my little baby in the hands of a hormonal girl. What if she gets mad at you and you have no way of defending yourself?”

Mateo rolled his eyes. “So that’s why you hit me? You don’t know how much it hurts, given how much bigger you are.”

“Punished, Mateo. I am your mother, and I will do what it takes to protect you from the world.”

“Well, you got a funny way of showing it.”

She wasn’t angry with Mateo at that moment. Instead, Sofia reminisced about her husband and how her son shared so many similar qualities. That bravery and confidence came out when standing for their beliefs. Mateo was going to be a handful, even though she could easily grip him in her coiled fist.

Mateo flinched as his mother’s index finger came out of nowhere. But instead of striking him, it ran up and down his back gently. “M’hijo, you’re acting like I want to spank you and give you chores. All I want is my family together, so I can feed them, take care of them, and grow old together. Is that so much to ask for? Do as I say, m’hijo, and I’ll give back some of your freedoms. I’ll even let you go back to school. But that’s only when you've gained my trust.”

-

Back in the living room, Miguel and Luna sat together on the couch watching a live show called Downsize Hero Warrior. It was a game show that pitted downsized contestants against obstacle courses made of everyday human objects.

There were monkey bars, but instead of metal bars, they were made of rubber bands. A balance beam that was a pencil. The Typist challenge, which required challengers to type an email on a human-sized keyboard.

But the fan-favorites were the ones that mixed humans and downsizers together. Female athletes and Olympians were invited to the show, where their bodies became living obstacles. For example, balancing four quarters on their heads, downsizers would have to traverse the bare abs of a track and field athlete, trying hard not to roll their ankles on the dips and mounds of each individual muscle. Once across the abdominal field, they would climb onto a platform to deposit the coins.

The show started family-friendly, but as audiences were drawn to the female anatomy exposed on a grand scale, the show’s producers catered to demand. Soon, it wasn’t just athletes, but celebrities coming on the show. Even E-girls and streamers came on to lend their bodies as obstacle courses. The show was on the path of being an exhibition to show off bodies oppose to the challenges.

“Oh, my god!” Luna shrieked. “Sofia should totally go on that show. Can you imagine? Her boobs could be like a rock-climbing event.”

“How do you do it?” Miguel asked, quietly and with dread dripping in each word. He didn’t smoke, but if he did, he would’ve been chain-smoking to calm his nerves. “How can you look Sofia in the eyes after knowing what you did?”

Luna giggled. “Why so dramatic? I already told you. She won’t care, because we’re two cute little downsizers doing our thing.” Luna stretched on the throw pillow and flexed her toes. Once stretched out like a cat, she changed positions, so she was lying on her belly. “Besides, she won’t know about it. So, there’s no need to worry.”

Miguel tried to reassure himself, but the guilt was palpable. “I’ll try not to.” He glanced at Luna’s lithe form, with long bare legs and skinny hips. If she was so carefree about fucking a 200-foot woman’s man, maybe his fears were exaggerated. But then again, Luna didn’t know Sofia like he did.

“What did I miss?” Sofia came back, her rhythmic footfalls quaking the couch, making her presence known before she became visible. She had a wine glass filled with dark-red wine. In her other hand, two micro-sized empty wine glasses. She handed the glasses to her husband before sitting down. Her ass taking up a considerable amount of room on the couch, and her weight sinking the cushions along with the pillow the downsizers were on. Sofia had to balance her wine while adjusting the pillow so her friends wouldn’t get knocked off.

Luna sat up and said, “Down to those three dudes.” She pointed at the TV, showing the contestants getting ready for the next event. “They’re moving to the human obstacles next.”

Sofia sighed. “Oh, great. Let me guess, human women, right? When are they going to show men?” She kicked up her bare feet on the coffee table.

“I know, right?” Luna took a glass from Miguel. “I want to see some rippling man bod on there.”

“I don’t,” Miguel said. “That’s gross.”

“I don’t want to see half-naked women,” Sofia said. “But I still sit through this show with you.”

“C’mon, Miguel,” Luna said. “You wouldn’t want to climb a giant cock?”

Sofia nearly spat out her wine. She began laughing uncontrollably. “God, haha, I just got a visual.”

“Stop,” Miguel blushed. “That’s fucking gross.”

Luna saw an opportunity to tease. “Afraid you might like it?” She grinned, knowing that Sofia was oblivious to their earlier rendezvous.

“No, I wouldn’t,” he said in a tone, as to warn Luna to back off from the topic.

Sofia lowered her glass and tipped it so Luna and Miguel could scoop up wine in their glasses. They sat back and watched the rest of the show, making idle chit-chat. They learned a lot more about Luna. A lot more. She told them about Liam’s line of work and shared more information about the DPS. The not-so secretive organization that chiefly protected the interests of the downsize corporations, by ensuring humans didn’t disrupt the status quo. There was a lot of money and tax incentives from the government from every person who downsized. Therefore, corporations were motivated to convince everyone how safe and beneficial downsizing was. If word got out about the crime and downsizers dying from horrible deaths and accidents, it would prevent some from taking the plunge to permanent shrinkage—and that would mean lost revenue.

“It sounds so … wrong, though,” Sofia’s lips were becoming numb from all the wine she was drinking. “He … kills downsizers?”

“Criminals,” Luna corrected. “Like you did when you crushed Kenneth.”

“That was an accident.” She pulled the couch pillow close to her hips and held her arms around it, as if holding onto someone. Her heavy breasts were just overhead of Luna and Miguel, her presence all encompassing, like standing next to a monument.

“That was justice. Evil men like him deserve nothing better. Besides, I don’t see it as killing or those people as downsizers. Liam—oh, I love him so much—he turns a wrong into a right. He’s saved so many downsized victims, it’s not even funny. Poor people living as sex slaves, or abused by families, and those caught up by gangs. He works so hard to clean the streets and make lives for downsizers like me and Miguel safe. What you did, Sofia, was justice! Don’t you forget that.” Luna finished her glass and signaled for more.

Sofia lowered her glass so that Luna could get more.

Miguel asked, “Are there even trials?”

“Nah,” Luna said, “they don’t need those. They make their moves only when they’re hundred percent sure the human is doing something illegal.”

They spoke more until the show ended. The last contest was between the remaining two contestants. It was a long course that started on the shoulders of the human female athlete. When it started, the contestants ran across her outstretched arms and onto a platform. They raced down ladders and jumped her thigh. They then had to slip down her shins, while cotton balls were thrown at them from the sides. Once they reached her ankles, they climbed up her bare foot, jumped from her toes and onto another platform where they had to hit a button. The man wearing a green outfit won the game. The other contestant was still on her giant feet when the winner hit the buzzer.

“Lame!” Luna shouted. “They couldn’t come up with something more challenging?”

Sofia got up and came back to the living room, having refilled her glass with more red wine. “There’s only so much they can do,” Sofia said. “They need to stop using humans and go back to cereal boxes and stuff. That’s when the show used to be fun.”

“No, no,” Luna said. “They need to pick better humans. Like you, Sofia.”

“Me?”

“Yes! I was telling your hubby you’d be perfect. Your boobs are like mountains to us! Now that’s a real challenge. Oh! I got an idea! Hear me out: we got everything we need to do our own Downsize Hero Challenge! Me and Miguel will play, and you could be the obstacle course!”

-

Sofia placed the pillows on the floor and then propped up her bare feet on the coffee table. She was giggling and stuttering from all the wine—and Luna’s preposterous idea. They would start at the coffee table, beside her feet. Miguel on the right and Luna on the left. They would cross her legs, acting as a bridge from the table to the couch, and then race along her torso, scaling her mammoth tits, and then tug on her ear, signaling to her the winner.

Miguel objected to this game and just wanted to watch another show. But both women trumped him.

“Ready. Set. Go!” Luna shouted and worked on scaling Sofia’s ankles.

“Wait, what?” Miguel shouted before taking off. Even Sofia was caught off-guard how quickly they started.

Once they hoisted themselves onto her ankle, they had the precarious job of balancing themselves across the leg bridge. Luna went across on all fours, while Miguel walked across with his arms out for balance. But Sofia was giggling and moving so much that he, too, had to drop to all fours. Otherwise, it was a four-story plunge to the pillows below.

The leg bridge was easier once on her thighs, as they were bigger than a house. Sofia’s cotton shorts were riding up on her so much, it almost looked like underwear.

This was probably the easiest part. They were so focused on reaching her hips, they didn’t see Sofia’s hands coming from the side to smack them off their perch.

“Oopsie!” Sofia laughed. “Gotta watch out for those obstacles!” Sofia knocked both Miguel and Luna off without thinking things through. One perk of getting drunk off wine. “Whatcha gonna do now?”

They landed between her thighs and in front of her pussy. Her shorts pulled back so tightly; it left nothing to the imagination. They could clearly see her two lips and mound through the shorts.

“I love this!” Luna shoved Miguel and raced to her pussy. Climbing Sofia’s bare thighs was out of the question, because it was far too smooth to climb. Her cotton shorts were their best bet. The air became damp and filled with Sofia’s unique smell. Luna grabbed fistfuls of the cotton shorts and climbed up, digging her feet into the shorts, trying to find purchase. Miguel was not too far behind.

The cotton material was taught, and they found it easy to grip around the curves of her pussy lips. Luna and Miguel hugged and shimmied each other upwards.

Sofia rolled her eyes behind her head. It was insanely pleasurable feeling the two downsizers clamor and desperately climb her pussy as if it were an obstacle course at boot camp. It took great willpower on Sofia’s part to not rub both into her pussy. When they reached the top, Luna’s bare feet kicked out, massaging Sofia’s clitoral hood for a second. Sofia moaned, unashamed to let them know the pleasure she was in.

Luna and Miguel were neck-and-neck, running up her stomach until they reached Sofia’s under-boob. Luna underestimated how big Sofia was until she reached that point. This was going to be like scaling a boulder that was protruding from a rock face wall. Sofia’s shirt, which hugged her curves, would be used for scaling.

Sofia felt like she was sitting on a throne, being pampered by servants. Two little downsizers scaling her breasts made her feel … powerful. She could see the struggles on their faces. Sweat dripping and panting, and they hardly had even reached her nipple. Sofia could’ve sworn she was getting bigger. Or perhaps seeing two little people climbing her tits gave a false impression. But then again, why did her bra hurt so much? Her boobs were indeed getting bigger.

It was frightening climbing over the apex of the tit, because it would’ve been a long drop to her sloped stomach if they did. Once on top, they took a momentary respite before heading up her collarbone and shoulder.

“Done already?” Sofia asked. This idea from Luna was far more fun than expected. Sofia swung her shoulders back-and-forth, knocking the downsizers off their feet. She expertly caught them in her cleavage. “Oops! You guys lose!”

“No fair!” Luna said, laughing. “That’s against the rules.” She struggled to climb out of the tight slit between the massive tits.

“My body, my rules,” Sofia said with a wink. “I need a snack.” Sofia rose to her feet and walked to the kitchen. Her husband and Luna sank deeper between her tits with each footstep. She opened the fridge and leaned in, causing Luna to land right smack dab against Miguel. Sofia grabbed some deli sliced cheese and olives.

-

Back at the pillows in the living room, she snacked on the little platter she created, which paired wonderfully with the wine. She would slice bits of cheese with her fingernail and offer them to Luna and Miguel, who were still wedged between her tits. Luna ate, Miguel passed. Luna, plastered against Miguel, could feel his erection against her hips. She reached down and gave him a squeeze. He gave her a pleading look to stop.

“This, I like,” Sofia said, popping a green olive in her mouth. “My hands are free. You’re close to me, and there’s no chance for accidents. What do you think?” She slurred her words. “Do you enjoy hanging out between my boobs?”

“Yes!” Luna shouted. “Sofia, you’re so beautiful and you have the best boobs I’ve ever seen! This is so fun. You should definitely carry us like this all the time. God! You’re so hot, girl. You’re so big and can do anything to us. Is there anything I can do for you? Please! I want to worship you, Sofia.”

Sofia blushed. “Sounds like I have a fan. What about you Miguel?”

“Huh?”

“You like me carrying you there? Y’know, from up here, it looks like I have a married couple trapped in my boobs.” Her laughter caused her breasts to jiggle. Miguel felt his heart skip a beat. “Miguel and Luna … you two look so cute together.”

“We do?” Luna asked. “Maybe we should date, Miguel?” she asked him.

Sofia laughed. “Yeah, I’d like to see that.”

Miguel could not decipher his wife’s tone in that last statement. Was it more like a joke, or more of a warning?

“Actually,” Sofia said, “you look more like my kids because of how small—oh shit, I forgot about Mateo.” Sofia set her snack platter down on the coffee table and then scooped out Luna and Miguel. She placed them on the couch before getting up. “Stay right here and don’t do anything naughty while I’m gone.” She smiled.

Luna turned to Miguel with a devilish smile.

-

The guest bedroom had a TV, and the remote was on the bed so that Mateo could control what show he watched. He streamed some adult animation shows while he went through the impossible task of folding socks that were four times his size.

He wasn’t quite sure what folding socks meant. What he did was pull them out, get rid of wrinkles, and then pull half the sock over itself. One sock took between ten and fifteen minutes to fold. He could stack a pair, but beyond that, it was too much of a hassle because the folds would get ruined, making more work for him.

So, he had the sock pairs spread throughout the bed in neat little folds. When he was done with that, he only had panties and bras left. “Yuck.” He didn’t care if they were clean. It was unnerving touching his mother’s panties. He went for her bras instead. “What the fuck?” They were huge, with each cup bigger than a trampoline and deeper than a hot tub. More comparable to a circus tent. How do you even fold bras?

Mateo was out of breath and his muscles ached. He folded 3 pairs of socks and hardly moved one bra out in the open. The plan was to move one cup over the other, stacking them. That was the best he was going to do. Mateo heaved and pulled on one cup. Goddamn she’s big. Bigger than Principal Sullivan, he thought. Six downsizers could probably lay across one cup and still have room to spare.

Mateo climbed one cup and tugged on the other, trying to pull it towards him, while he stood on the wireframe edge of the other. He was making progress until he wasn’t. To lift the cup over the edge was going to be a feat of strength. It was heavy, cumbersome, and awkward for a two-inch person to do. Especially considering how enormous the bra was.

Mateo pulled and grunted, but it wouldn’t budge. His energy was almost depleted, and his lungs burned from the strenuous work. Folding his mother’s giant bra was the center of his attention, that He didn’t notice her looming over him.

“M’hijito,” she sang gently. “You’ve done all this?” She held her hands close to her chest and looked down endearingly at him.

Her booming voice caused him to lose balance and slip into the cup of the bra, sliding on his back until he was in the middle. She leaned over until her face took up his field of view. It was getting dark outside, and a single bulb and the TV were the only source of illumination in the room. The light bounced off Sofia and gave her a radiant glow. The way her eyes stared down at him, with dilated pupils and her warm smile, put Mateo oddly at ease.

“See!” she said. “This is what I want to see. My little boy working hard for his mother, instead of trying to find another woman to replace her.”

“What?” Mateo asked, raising a brow. “I only did this because—”

He couldn’t finish his sentence. Sofia scooped him up from her bra and then swiped all her laundry off the bed in one motion with her arm. The socks that took Mateo hours to fold now fluttering in the air and dropping to the floor. He exclaimed loudly while grasping his head, but his mother ignored him. She sprawled herself on the bed, belly down, and held her son below her face.

“Please, never run away from me.” Her mood went from endearing to nearly crying in a second. “You don’t understand the awful things that went through my head.” Something came up from the pit of her stomach. The wine mixed with partially digested olives and cheese formed gas bubbles, rising to her throat and turning into a steamy burp. A burp that blasted Mateo and lingered like a London fog.

“Mom! Gross!” His hair, blown back from the four-second burp.

“Don’t you ever run away from me again,” she said, followed by a hiccup. “And you stay away from those girls.”

“Mom, are you drunk?”

“I only had three wines. I’m not drunk.” Her eyes betrayed her soberness, and it was clear the alcohol was having its way with her. She leaned in and gave her son half-a-dozen rapid kisses. “I love you, m’hijo! You be a good little boy, and I’ll give you whatever you want, okay?”

Where have I heard that before?

“If you meet a nice, downsized girl, you can bring her here, so I can meet her. I’ll buy itsy-bitsy condoms for you, okay?”

“First of all, eww! Second, I want to date a human girl and her name is—”

“You are so precious!” She rolled on her back and found a pillow to rest her head on. She held Mateo above her face with only two fingers. This caused Mateo to flail his legs and his adrenaline to pump, unsure of what his drunk mother had in mind. “You remind me of when you were a baby. When I spanked you, and you cried, it sounded just like you were five.”

“Can you set me down? I don’t like this.”

She moved him to her pursed lips and gave him many kisses. “I don’t know if I should tell you this, m’hijo, but seeing you like this—I'm so happy I didn’t downsize.”

“What? Are you f—are you freaking serious?”

She nodded. She crossed her legs at the ankle and tapped her foot in the air as she spoke. “I can hold you, kiss you … correct you. I couldn’t do that before because you were growing up so big and tough. But now, even my bra is too much for you to handle.”

“Mom, you’re talking like a sizeist.”

Her mood soured in half-a-second. “Don’t you dare say that!”

“Fine, whatever.” If his sober mother beat his ass without remorse, he didn’t want to know what his drunk mom was capable of. “Can I go to sleep now? In my bed?”

“You’re sleeping with me tonight.”

“What? No! That’s dangerous.”

“You’ll be okay. I did that when you were a baby, and nothing happened. I sleep like a still rock.”

“Mom, I don’t want to sleep in the same bed with you!”

She told him to be quiet in Spanish. Sofia then shut off the light in the bedroom but let the TV play. She turned to her side and held her son in her palm while stroking him with her finger. Anytime Mateo tried to escape, she clenched him in place. The smell of alcohol seemed to come out of her pores, which sickened Mateo. In no time, she was snoring.

Mateo looked for a way to escape the bed, but didn’t want to risk jumping off in the dark. He fell asleep watching TV on the edge of the bed.

-

Miguel came inside Luna. She was writhing under him, moaning and complimenting his style.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” she said to him, full of sweat and out of breath. “But your cock is like a perfect fit for me. Liam is too goddamn huge—I mean, before I shrank.” She laughed. “I like you, Miguel. You make love like a pro.”

Miguel didn’t pull out. His consciousness was slowly returning, like vision returning to a blind man. One, how in the world was his sex drive turned up to that of a hormonal teen? And two, why was he having sex with Luna again when he knew this was the biggest mistake of his life?

A giant finger tapped him on the shoulder. Miguel flipped around, his heart stopping and dread filling his veins.

“Alright, man!” It was Liam. He somehow snuck into the house as silent as an assassin. Liam wasn’t the least bit upset he was fucking his wife. “I knew you’d come around. Give me five!” Liam held out his hands out of reflex, but then remembered Miguel was only two inches tall, so he presented a single finger instead.

Miguel swallowed. There was something truly fucked up in his brain that he wasn’t willing to admit. He gave Liam a little fist bump as he pulled out his dripping cock from the giant’s wife.