Roomies by ItWasMe

“D?” Kristie questioned in disbelief as the tears started to dry from her eyes. “D!”

Duncan was caught off guard as his ex-girlfriend excitedly charged right at him. It only took a few strides for her to reach him, and he didn’t have time to react as she nearly tackled him, throwing her arms around him and burying her head in his shoulder.

Muscle memory took over, and he returned the hug before he even realized he was doing it.

“D!” Kristie’s cry was muffled by his collarbone. “I-I figured you were dead.”

She pulled away from his chest, and Duncan swore he saw relief in her eyes. For a split second, he saw her as the sweet and caring, if not a bit misunderstood, girl he asked out in the first place. But then, that kind smile twisted into a look of disdain, and she pushed him away with a deceptively strong two-handed shove in his chest.

“Things have been shit since you left!” Kristie said. “How fucking dare you leave me like that! I needed you, and you weren’t there! How could you do that shit to me?”

Well, if I wasn’t sure it was Kristie before … Duncan mused.

Before Kristie could continue her tirade, a shadow fell over both of them. Duncan looked up, only to find Callie much, much closer than he had been expecting. His roommate’s chin hovered just inches from the tabletop and was positioned right in front of Kristie.

The tiny girl fell on her ass and began to slide backward in fear as the soles of her tiny sneakers pushed against the table’s surface.

“Hold up. Kristie?” Callie asked, ignoring the trembling girl as she glanced over at Duncan. “Like, your ex, Kristie?”

Duncan looked at Kristie then back at Callie, still caught in a daze.

“Yeah,” he said.

Kristie’s butt stopped sliding across the table. She stopped shaking. Her eyes met Duncan, and he recognized the fire behind them.

She was pissed.

“Ex?!” Kristie yelled. “And what do you mean ‘yeah’? Who is this giant bi—”

Her words were silenced as she disappeared behind a wall of supple, feminine flesh as it swiftly descended from the sky. Callie’s fingers scooped under Kristie, trapping the bitty bitch from head to toe inside her right fist. And Duncan had been inside enough giant fists to know there was plenty of room to spare, too.

He watched as Callie lifted her closed hand up to her face, right in front of her eyes, each a resplendent mixture of green and reddish-brown. But those eyes, still as vibrant as the first night he fell under their mesmerizing gaze, now carried an intensity that he wasn’t used to seeing there, although he knew what it meant.

She was pissed, too.

With an agitated frown, Callie shook her fist, her pupils following its every movement. Down below, Duncan could just make out Kristie’s frantic shrieks despite them being dampened by Callie’s hand, as they barely escaped through the tightened cracks between the giantess’s fingers.

After several seconds of shaking, Callie stopped moving her hand. Her long, graceful fingers carefully manipulated her fist’s tiny cargo. Then she brought her left hand under her fist, poking her index finger through the bottom, pushing it deeper and deeper inside.

Soon Kristie’s head and the tops of her shoulders poked out from between her encircled thumb and forefinger. Callie adjusted her hand so that Kristie was facing her upright. Callie’s eyes narrowed as Duncan realized that she was getting her first good look at Kristie’s face.

“What the fu …” Kristie started to yell, but trailed off as she stared into Callie’s angry countenance. “Hey, look, s-sorry about yelling before. Maybe you can put me down and we can start over?”

Callie didn’t respond. Instead, she stared a hole right through the minuscule woman trapped within her grip. Duncan was starting to worry.

“Come on,” Kristie said, the nervousness in her voice giving way to anxiety. “I don’t know why you’re so mad at me. If D said something to—urgh!”

Duncan could see Callie’s fingers give Kristie’s body a tight squeeze before loosening back up again.

“Don’t say his name!” Callie yelled, causing Kristie to cringe and Duncan to cover his ears. “Especially not that stupid pet name! You don’t deserve it!”

Duncan still hadn’t had enough time to process his feelings about Kristie being tiny and in the apartment. He wasn’t sure how to feel about how Callie, his Callie, was treating his ex. But the venom in her voice as she yelled those words made one thing perfectly clear to him: Callie knows what Kristie did to him.

This is bad, Duncan thought as he looked to see the rage overtaking Kristie’s face. And she’s about to make things a fuck of a lot worse!

“Kristie!” he shouted up to her. “Whatever you’re about to say, don’t! Just let shit calm down a minute first!”

Kristie turned to face him, her disheveled shoulder-blade-length hair standing up in all directions.

“Fuck off, D!” she screamed. “Like I give a fuck what a dicklicker like you wants me to do! I’ll say whatever the fuck I please!”

Duncan didn’t even need to look back Callie’s way to know that Kristie had, indeed, made things a fuck of a lot worse. But he looked anyway, and the pure disdain, the fury Callie wore in her expression filled him with dread. It was clear to him that she was about to do something she was going to regret long afterward.

Callie’s lips curled into a snarl as he once again saw her fingers twitch slightly, a sign that she was tightening her grip on his ex. Kristie grunted and tried to speak, but with the oxygen already squeezed from her lungs, she couldn’t get whatever words she wanted to say to come out.

“Callie,” Duncan said, “I think she gets the point now.”

But Callie didn’t respond. Instead, he could only watch as her fingers curled even tighter. Any defiance that had been remaining on Kristie’s face was now gone, replaced by panic and desperation. A small crack filled his ears, and he was only left to guess whether it was one of Callie’s knuckles or Kristie’s ribs that made the noise.

“Hey, come on,” Duncan added some urgency to his voice. “Callie, that’s enough!”

The look in Callie’s eyes was distant, and he wasn’t sure if she was even fully aware of what it was she was about to do. He continued to yell for her to stop, but she either was either zoned out or just flat out ignoring him.

Duncan had to stop her. He’d already done enough to this poor girl. He couldn’t let her seriously hurt or even … kill Kristie, and certainly not for his sake. She’d never forgive herself. He wouldn’t let her do this, even if that meant redirecting her anger.

Even as pissed as she is, whatever she’ll do to me won’t be near as bad as what she’s about to do right now, he decided. I’ll be fine. Whatever happens next, I’ve probably got coming anyway.

Kristie’s face was starting to turn purple. If Duncan was going to act, now was the time.

He sprinted to Callie’s left hand, which was lying palm-down on the table. With only the slightest of hesitation, he bent down and bit the top of her hand, right below the knuckle of her forefinger. Callie quickly pulled her hand away, the force of the movement knocking him over and rolling him a few inches across the tabletop.

“Ow!” she yelled. “What the hell, Duncan?”

Duncan wasted no time in standing up. He glanced up at Kristie and could see the proper color returning to her face. Callie had loosened her grip for the time being.

“Put her down!” he said as loudly as he could.

Callie’s eyes widened as her gaze shifted between Duncan and Kristie.

“But she …” she said, struggling to find the right words. “I mean, I wasn’t gonna ...”

Duncan hated seeing lose her confidence like that, but he knew he couldn’t back down.

“Now!” he said at the same volume, pointing down with his right hand.

Callie’s hand carefully lowered down to the table, and she released Kristie from her fist. Duncan’s ex fell to her knees as she greedily sucked in as much oxygen as she could, her left hand pushing off against the tabletop for balance.

Duncan stared at Kristie for a minute, not wanting to turn his attention back to his giant, furious roommate just yet. Letting out a deep sigh and reminding himself that he asked for whatever was coming next, he craned his neck to accept Callie’s anger and whatever consequences were sure to come with it.

Only there was no anger there. Those hypnotic hazel eyes shined only with concern.

“You okay?” Callie asked. “Jesus, I can’t believe I just, like, hit you like that! I’m so sorry!”

To say Duncan was stunned would be an understatement. He had just bitten his roommate and ordered her around, and not only was she not angry, but she was apologizing to him!

“Uh, yeah, I’m good, and don’t worry about it,” he said. “What about you? Sorry I bit you like that.”

Callie shook her head.

“No, you did the right thing,” she said, looking off to the side.

Callie continued to avoid looking in Duncan’s direction. He decided there wasn’t much he could say to her at the moment, so he went over to check on Kristie. His ex-girlfriend was staring up at Callie, pure hatred in her eyes, but she at least seemed smart enough to not verbalize her anger this time.

“Hey Callie,” he called to her as he grabbed Kristie by the left shoulder and helped her stand. “I think we should call the others and see if they can come over. We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

Callie only peeked in his direction long enough to give an agreeing nod before she stood up from the table and walked toward the living room as she pulled her phone from her pocket. Kristie’s eyes never left Callie, as she didn’t even acknowledge Duncan’s presence, let alone his words.

He moved away from Kristie, heading over to the box from which she came. Putting his hand on the closest outer wall, he finally began to try and process what her arrival really meant for him and his friends.

********

As Callie took her seat back at the card table sitting in the middle of her kitchen, she stared down at the barely noticeable red mark on the top of her left hand.

It hurt so much, but not in the spot that Duncan had bitten. That little tingle went away almost immediately after his teeth left her skin. No, it was her heart that was in pain as her eyes stayed affixed on the tiny bite mark.

He really thought I was going to hurt her, maybe worse, Callie thought as she replayed the moment in her mind. Was … was he right?

She had been struggling to answer that question from the moment she had set Kristie back on the table. From the corner of her eye, Callie could see Kristie talking with Duncan by the shrunken girl’s box. Callie hated her so much. It was an intense hatred, one she had never felt before, not even for that creep Stillwell.

But that didn’t mean Callie would hurt her, right? Focusing back on her left hand, just below the knuckle of her pointer finger, she wasn’t so sure.

It wasn’t even Kristie’s harsh demeanor or general bad attitude that had set Callie off. It was the way she spoke to Duncan, like she hadn’t abused him, destroyed him from the inside. To Kristie, the trauma she caused him was nothing. She should have been begging him for forgiveness. Instead, she was pushing him and flinging insults his way.

As she shifted her full attention to the two tinies talking on the table, Callie felt even worse. He hugged Kristie when she got out of the box. Sure Kristie initiated, but he returned it. Did he save Kristie because he still has feelings for her? Sexual abuse victims can sometimes become attached to their abuser, after all.

Or … or is it possible that, despite everything, Duncan has actually forgiven Kristie? Did Callie’s own actions drive him to it? What if he is giving her a

“Hey Cal,” Alyssia said to Callie from across the table. “Are you doing alright? You seem kind of distracted.”

Callie looked up to see Alyssia, Monica, and Ada all watching her with concern as they sat around the table, with Monica and Ada sitting to Callie’s right and left, respectively. Alyssia’s question had also grabbed the attention of the two tinies, with Duncan gazing up at Callie curiously and Kristie scowling at the giant blonde.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Callie said unconvincingly. “This is just a lot to take in, ya know?”

All four women glanced down at the little people, focusing mostly on Kristie. The tiny woman looked around timidly as the giants at the table all frowned at her. Callie hated herself for smirking at Kristie’s discomfort.

“That’s an understandable sentiment,” Monica said. “But perhaps we should begin?”

Everyone, regardless of size, nodded in response, even Kristie.

“So Kristie,” Duncan started, “are you finally ready to tell us how you ended up in that box?”

Kristie answered with a derisive snort.

“Why should I?” she asked. “At least three of the people at this table want to kill me, probably because of some bullshit you told them.”

Before Duncan could respond, Callie noticed a dark shadow overtake both tinies as Alyssia’s right hand approached them from above. It settled directly in front of Kristie with her index finger curled and tucked into her thumb in an “okay” sign.

“Kill you? Of course not. Fuck with you?” Alyssia said with a Cheshire cat grin. “Please give me a reason. It’s fun giving Duncan a hard time now and then, but to give a stuck-up bitch like you what she actually has coming?”

She flicked her index finger off her thumb and straight ahead. The rapidly advancing digit shot up with surprising speed, coming within an inch of its white-painted nail smashing into Kristie’s chin. The miniature malcontent squeaked in fear as she tripped over her own feet and fell backward.

“Hey!” Duncan yelled. “What the fuck, Aly?!”

Callie felt her heart sink as Duncan once again came to Kristie’s aid.

“Come on, Duncan,” Alyssia answered, withdrawing her hand as he stepped between it and Kristie. “Even if she hadn’t put you in a fucking cage, she’d still deserve this! Remember when you brought her to the office Christmas party last year and she spread that rumor around to all the brokers that I was a ‘high-profile prostitute’ on the weekends? My phone rang nonstop every weekend for a month, and some of the guys in the office still give me creepy-ass looks!”

Still on the ground, Kristie started laughing hysterically as Alyssia recalled the prank.

“That’s enough!” Monica growled as she slammed her fist onto the table, the resulting quake throwing Duncan to the ground as well. “Am I the only one here with any sense of how serious this situation has become?”

Callie started to reach over to help Duncan up, but Alyssia, being closer, beat the blonde to it. The brunette secretary slipped her right index and middle fingers behind his back as she gently pushed him back to his feet, narrowing her eyes angrily at Kristie the whole time.

“Serious in what way?” Ada asked.

The lab tech had lifted her eyes from her lap for the first time since sitting at the table, looking Monica in the eye as she spoke. Callie wasn’t sure if it was the shame of what had happened between Duncan and her earlier in the day or the social anxiety of her being around Alyssia and Monica that made Ada so shy, but she was happy that the black-haired girl’s curiosity outweighed whatever was bothering her.

Callie also made a mental note to talk with Alyssia and Monica about their treatment of Ada later.

“Well, there’s the fact that we now know that this shrinking stuff isn’t random,” Duncan replied first. “Someone shrank Kristie, put her in a box, wrote my name on it, and left it on our doorstep.”

Callie froze at Duncan’s words. She had been so worried about Duncan’s feelings and dealing with her negative feelings about Kristie that she had completely missed the big picture. How could she be so involved in her personal shit that she didn’t stop to realize that someone was out there shrinking people?

“And then there’s the question of how they knew where to leave the package,” Monica chimed in. “Whoever is responsible for this knows where you’re staying. That alone suggests some … unsettling implications.”

That was an even scarier development to Callie. Just how did the person responsible for Kristie’s shrinking know where Duncan is? How long have they known? Is her apartment being spied on? As she glanced down at Duncan, the thought that some psycho was violating their privacy sent a chilling shiver down her spine.

“Exactly,” Duncan followed up on Monica’s words. “And the only person that can give us any sort of clue about any of this is Kristie. So maybe don’t try to flick her head off?”

He reached down and offered his hand to Kristie. The small Korean girl tilted her head back and made eye contact with Callie, shooting her a wicked sneer. Kristie then took his hand and allowed him to help her up, holding Callie’s gaze the whole time.

“I guess you missed the part where I said I didn’t want to kill her,” Alyssia said. “I hate her guts, but I’m not a monster. Although, if somebody needs to make her talk, I volunteer!”

Duncan ignored her offer, focusing on Kristie.

“Okay, first off, all I told them was that you put me in a cage and didn’t change the bedding. No bullshit there, right?” he asked, to which she frowned and meekly nodded. “Good. Now, I’m guessing you hate being small about as much as I do. Do you really think you’re going to figure this out on your own?”

Even from Callie’s lofty perspective, she could see the frustration written on Kristie’s face.

“Fine,” Kristie said. “I’ll tell you what happened to me.”

Duncan nodded, encouraging her to proceed.

“A couple days after you … left, a woman came to the house,” Kristie began. “She didn’t look like anything special, rolling up to the door in ripped-up jeans and a t-shirt. Oh, and she was a blonde with blue streaks in her hair, so bitch thought she was a rebel or something.”

He didn’t leave, Callie thought in frustration. He escaped, asshole!

“Anyway, she started asking questions about you, so I told her to fuck off and slammed the door in her face,” Kristie continued. “The next day, I came home from work and my door was busted open and my stuff was thrown all over the place. So I called the cops and got the fuck out of there, ended up moving across town as soon as I could. That shit freaked me out.”

She paused for a minute, releasing a forlorn sigh.

“Then, last week, I’m walking into my apartment when something hit me in the back of the head and knocked me out,” Kristie said. “When I woke up, I was tiny and in that box, and that bitch with the blue streaks was staring down at me. She asked me all those questions again, and I told her … everything.”

Everything? Including the rape? Callie had her doubts, but that pause by Kristie made her wonder. And if Kristie did tell this woman everything, then why would she send Duncan his rapist?

“After keeping me in there for the whole week, leaving me food and water, she just waved at me and closed the box,” Kristie explained. “That’s where I was until Goldicunt over there opened the box up.”

Callie wasn’t surprised to see Kristie pointing right at her. A part of her wanted to smack the tiny girl right off the table. Callie buried that feeling down deep; she wouldn’t let Duncan’s ex get her so worked up again.

That’s not who I am, Callie reminded herself.

“And this woman, the one with the blue streaks, she said nothing about how or why she did this?” Monica asked Kristie.

Kristie glared at the executive.

“Oh yeah,” Kristie said sarcastically. “She laid out her whole master plan. I just didn’t think you’d want to know any of the important stuff!”

Monica’s face showed no reaction to Kristie’s taunting, which, Callie noticed, seemed to frighten Kristie more than anything.

“I doubt we’re going to figure much of that out unless we find that woman,” Duncan said. “Right now, I’m more worried about how she knows I’m here.”

Ada looked up and joined the conversation for a second time.

“Do you think they’ve known where you’ve been this whole time?” she asked. “Could they have followed your progress since you escaped from Kristie?”

That suggestion made the gears start turning in Callie’s head.

“What about Natasha?” she asked. “Isn’t it weird that she showed up to help you when you needed it most? What if she’s the girl with the blue streaks?”

Duncan shook his head.

“Can’t be,” he said. “She’s a redhead.”

Kristie glowered at Ada and the two roommates.

“First, D didn’t need to escape. I was taking care of him just fine,” Kristie said. “And who the fuck is Natasha?”

Everyone else at the table ignored Kristie as the conversation continued.

“Just because this Natasha isn’t the girl with the blue streaks doesn’t mean she’s not involved,” Monica said. “There could be more than one person involved, and I too find her timing in your story quite suspicious. I think it might be wise to look into her, just to be sure.”

She looked down at Duncan, who nodded in approval.

“I’ll let you know everything I can about her so she’ll be easier to track down,” he said, pausing afterward. “In the meantime, I … I think I should leave.”

All the women in the room, even Kristie, gasped at Duncan’s declaration.

“Look, seeing what happened to Kristie and knowing that whoever this girl is, she did this because of me, I don’t want that to happen to anybody else,” he said. “She could show up at any time and do this to any of you. It just makes sense if I go back to living on my own; that way she won’t have a reason to shrink any of you.”

Callie’s panic level rose tenfold at Duncan’s suggestion. Her heart started beating faster. She couldn’t accept that he was leaving. A part of her also wondered if he was really leaving to protect them, like he said, or if that served as the perfect excuse to get away from her.

Maybe seeing her treat Kristie so harshly had scared him more than she realized.

“That’s pretty noble of you,” Monica told Duncan. “Incredibly stupid, but noble.”

He gave her a quizzical look.

“Yeah, it’s not like you leaving helped Kristie any,” Alyssia said with a chuckle, drawing Kristie’s ire once again. “Why would you think it would help us?”

Callie realized that they were right. She decided to speak up as well, looking to gauge Duncan’s reaction for a sign that he actually wanted to stay with her.

“Yeah, if the girl with the blue streaks wants to shrink, she’s going to, even if you’re not around,” she said. “When our time comes, it comes, right? So why worry about it?”

Callie figured using Duncan’s own words from earlier would be the best way to illustrate the point.

“Right,” he responded in a sullen tone.

Callie frowned. Duncan seemed deflated to have his reason for leaving taken away. Maybe … maybe he really did want to leave.

“Alright then, it sounds like we have a lead to follow and that none of us will be running away,” Monica said, eyeing Duncan, “so I think we’ve gone as far as we can tonight. Do we have any plans for Ms. Cho’s accommodations for the night?”

Duncan turned to face Ada.

“I think she should stay with Ada,” he said. “She doesn’t know Kristie at all, so there’s no hard feelings there.”

Ada quickly shook her head.

“I can’t do it,” she said, glaring down at Kristie. “I do feel hard feelings toward her, and I don’t know if I can trust myself to not act on them.”

Callie glanced Ada’s way to see the girl with glasses give her a resolute nod in solidarity.

Suddenly, Alyssia’s hand shot out, grabbing Kristie by her left ankle and lifting the tiny girl to her face. The secretary bent her wrist back and forth, watching Kristie sway as she dangled in front of the giantess’s deep blue eyes.

“No problem,” Alyssia said. “I can take her. We’ll have lots of fun together!”

Kristie was screaming various obscenities as Alyssia grinned mischievously back at her.

“Jesus, put her down already!” Duncan shouted.

A stunned Alyssia slowly lowered Kristie down to the table, setting her down on her back .

“I know you guys all hate her, but you have no idea what this is like,” Duncan continued. “I’ve been lucky to have you guys around, but I’ve also been around some people who … weren’t as nice, as you all know. I wouldn’t want that for anyone, so please, just leave Kristie alone.”

Those words were a gut punch to Callie. She thought back to her treatment of Kristie and almost cried.

Does Duncan think I’m one of them now? she asked herself.

“Monica, would you mind taking her with you?” Duncan asked.

Kristie stood up and ran to Duncan.

“No! Don’t send me with her, please!” she said.

Monica, in turn, also seemed to be against the idea, shaking her head at the thought.

“Why would you ask me?” she asked.

Duncan looked around the table before coming back to Monica.

“Because I know you won’t treat her like shit if I ask you not to,” he said.

He doesn’t trust me, Callie thought. Not that I can blame him after what I did.

“Okay, she can come with me if she agrees,” Monica said. “And you’re right, I’ll treat her well if that’s what you want.”

Duncan shot her a stern look.

“I mean more than just not hurting her, which I don’t think you’d do anyway,” he said. “Now what I think you would do is put her on a high shelf and leave her there for a while. So I want you to promise me you won’t use your size to fuck with her at all.”

Monica smirked at Duncan.

“You really do know me too well,” she said. “Very well, I can agree to those terms.”

With that settled, the meeting ended and the giants began to disperse. Monica left with a still-complaining Kristie tucked into the right pocket of her business blazer, with a giggling Alyssia leaving right behind her.

“Hey Ada,” Duncan called out before the lab tech stepped away from the table. “Can you stick around for a sec? I’d like to talk to you alone.”

Callie picked up on the hint and excused herself. But as she headed to her room, she couldn’t help but wonder why they needed to talk without her. She obviously already knew about the incident earlier, if that was what they were going to discuss.

Then another thought crossed her mind.

What if Duncan really does like her? she asked herself. Maybe now that he’s over that block, he wants her to try and “get another semen sample” or something.

Callie knew how jumbled all of her thoughts were. She was all over the place. She tried to tell herself that, but her brain just wouldn’t listen. And so, as she closed her bedroom door behind her to give Ada and Duncan their privacy, she continued to cycle through all the reasons why the person she loves would never love her back.

********

Monica’s heels clacked loudly against the Brazilian rosewood flooring as she made her way down the hallway as she headed toward her in-home conference room.

Approaching the mahogany double doors leading to the conference room, she could feel Kristie squirming around in her blazer pocket, the shrunken woman’s struggles gently tickling her hip through her clothing as the tiny was jostled with each step. It brought a smile to her face.

It really is the little things, Monica sighed as she patted the pocket, feeling the outline of its passenger through the material.

She reached out with both hands, each grabbing a golden rustic lever door handle and turning them downward. With a gentle push from each arm, she shoved the doors open, with soft, warm lighting automatically filling the room.

The light revealed the rectangular conference room, which housed a long conference table at its center. The table’s top was a lacquered macassar ebony wood with a stainless steel base in the form of three u-shaped curves near each end and under the middle portion of the table.

As she sauntered into the room, Monica glanced at the walls, which, like the hallway walls, were a rich inky blue. They were decorated with framed cutouts of various newspaper and magazine articles, stories of business takeovers and feature stories about her rise to power. Battle trophies.

Good press was vastly preferred over any award or honorary distinction as far as she was concerned.

She made for the far end of the table, ignoring the 100-inch teleconference screen on the wall on the opposite end of the table and the large, Italian-crafted bookcase lining the short wall facing her, the latter seeing its shelves split between various books and expensive liquors.

Once she reached the end of the table, Monica casually removed her blazer, allowing it to sway slightly in her right hand as she rotated the plush black swivel chair at the head of the table so that the back was facing her, ignoring the barely audible squeaking coming from the blazer pocket all the while.

She hung the blazer on the back of the chair and carelessly swung it so that the front of the chair was facing her. She turned around, sat down, and wiggled in her seat a bit, shifting the seat, as well as the blazer hanging from it, back and forth as she made herself more comfortable.

Monica closed her eyes and savored the miniature complaints from below, which just lightly touched her eardrums. After taking a minute to enjoy herself, she reached into her right pocket and fished the tiny girl from it, taking pleasure in Kristie’s futile efforts to battle against her fingers.

Pulling Kristie out of the pocket, Monica took a second to examine the black-haired tiny, flipping the girl’s puny body between her index finger and thumb as Monica held the girl to her face, again refusing to acknowledge any of the vulgar words Kristie was slinging in her direction.

Once Monica became bored with that, she set Kristie down on the table next to some expensive telecom equipment. Monica leaned back in her seat, reclining slightly as she rested each arm on the appropriate arm rest and crossed her black nylon-covered legs as she stared down at tiny Kristie.

“What the fuck was that?!” Kristie screamed up at Monica. “Not only do you just stuff me in your pocket, but you fucking roller-coaster me around when you take it off, too?”

Monica tried as hard as she could, but she couldn’t stop a smug smirk from crossing her face.

“My apologies,” she replied. “I assumed that you didn’t want to be seen in your current state? Hiding you in my pocket was the most effective method of keeping you hidden. As for the ‘roller-coaster ride,’ you’ll have to forgive me. I simply forgot that you were on my person.”

Monica raised her right eyebrow ever so slightly, signaling a challenge for Kristie to question her explanation. Kristie, however, thought better of it, it seemed, staying quiet and letting herself cool down before speaking again.

“So why are we in here?” Kristie asked.

Lowering her eyebrow, Monica assumed an unreadable expression.

“I thought we might have a little chat,” she explained. “And this is the room in which I conduct all of my business when I’m home.”

Kristie took a nervous step backward, and this time, Monica was able to hold back the grin threatening to overtake her face.

“W-what kind of business?” Kristie questioned.

Monica glanced toward the glass two glass block windows taking in the moonlight while still allowing Kristie and her their privacy during this private meeting.

“Straight to the point, I’d like for you to tell me what happened between Duncan and you before he left,” Monica said, still looking away from the tiny on her table. “The ‘everything’ you told the girl with the blue streaks. That’s what we’re here to discuss.”

Kristie scowled up at Monica.

“I knew you always had a thing for D,” Kristie said. “He never saw it, though. Good thing, too. It would have been way harder to convince him you were just some heartless bitch out to fuck him over if he wasn’t so fucking dense.”

A deep frown forced its way across Monica’s lips as she leaned down toward Kristie.

“What?!” Monica said a little louder than was necessary, causing Kristie to cover her ears in pain.

Kristie began to tremble.

“Hey, r-remember you promised D you wouldn’t do anything to me,” she said in a shaky voice.

With a deep breath, Monica reclined back in her seat and calmed herself. She had always assumed that her own cold demeanor was the reason that Duncan always remained at arm’s length in the office. So to find out that her friendship with him had been sabotaged by Kristie was upsetting to say the least.

“Just so you know, they only thing I had for Duncan was a desire to be his friend,” she told Kristie. “I was never a threat to you. For whatever reason, he was fully dedicated to you until you destroyed that bond yourself.”

Kristie stared daggers at Monica but said nothing.

“Now, as I was saying, you’re going to tell me what you did to Duncan,” Monica said. “I already know about you locking him in a cage, so there’s no need to dwell on that unpleasantness.”

Waving her arms around in an animated fashion, Kristie took a step toward Monica.

“I would have let him out if he would have wanted it!” Kristie yelled, earning a doubting look from Monica. “Okay, yeah, he asked, but he was all weak and polite. I couldn’t take it seriously. If he had stood up and been a man about it, I’d have let him out. Probably.”

Monica narrowed her eyes as she looked down her nose at the tiny girl.

“And making him sleep next to his own feces?” Monica asked.

She could see the frustration mounting on Kristie’s face.

“That bedding was fine!” Kristie said. “I had shit to do. I didn’t have time to clean out D’s cage every five minutes. He wanted me to do that shit every day. Fuck that!”

Shaking her head in judgment, Monica lifted her arms from her chair’s armrests and laid them palms down on either side of Kristie, leaning in so that her head was directly above her miniature guest. Monica’s dark tresses flooded the table as they rained down to Kristie’s left and right, blocking out almost all light.

“I do believe I said I wanted to talk about the things I don’t know about,” Monica said, her breath jostling Kristie’s hair from above. “So out with it. What did you do that compelled Duncan to escape you?”

Monica could tell Kristie was straining her neck to look up at her, and she loved every second of it. She realized that perhaps her doing this could be considered using her size in a way that Duncan didn’t want her to, but that was debatable in her mind.

And she always liked to push the envelope.

“Fine,” Kristie groaned. “So the day before he left, I had just gotten back from a shit day at work, and Duncan was sitting there looking ridiculously hot in that cage, and—”

Monica shook her head, strands of her hair coming just shy of crashing into Kristie.

“Hot?” Monica asked. “You mean to say that you … liked seeing him in that cage?”

Monica’s question was met by a dry chuckle from Kristie.

“Why do you think I put him in there in the first place?” Kristie asked rhetorically. “Anyway, so he was getting me wet and he was whining a bunch, so I figured we could both use a good fuck to take the edge off. I reached in there and grabbed him, walked over to the bed, and took his clothes off.”

Monica pulled her head back, folding her arms right over left directly in front of her on the table and laying her chin on her right forearm.

“But why would Duncan agree to have sex with you after you mistreated him like that?” she asked.

Kristie rubbed the back of neck, wincing a bit, as she was finally able to look straight ahead to talk to her giant hostess.

“He didn’t want to at first,” she explained. “He kept bitching about not wanting to do anything right then, maybe some other time, pretty much any excuse you could think of. He even tried to fight me a little bit, which was kind of cute. And hot. But once I got sick of that, I just laid down the law, told him what was going to happen, and he stopped giving me shit after that.”

An incredulous expression crossed Monica’s face.

“Y-you raped him?” she whispered in disbelief.

Kristie looked offended by the accusation.

“What? No!” she yelled. “He’s my boyfriend. That’s not rape. Sometimes you just have to force things a little, and doing that was a lot easier when he was little. Besides, I even let him blow his load first, so he got off easy as far as I’m concerned. Pun intended, by the way.”

Monica was too stunned to react. She knew from the first time that Duncan had told her his story that Kristie had done something terrible to him, and Kristie more or less confirmed it earlier in the evening. But this? She couldn’t have imagined Kristie going that far. Not only that, but the monster acted like it was nothing! She even joked about it!

“After I made him cum, it was my turn,” Kristie continued. “He tried to weasel his way out of it before I put him inside me, but I wasn’t about to let him leave me hanging!”

Having heard enough, Monica pushed herself up, her thighs bumping into the edge of the table as she stood, knocking Kristie over as a result. Monica picked her hands up from the table and slammed them down again, flanking Kristie on either side. The impact of her hands was enough to flip Kristie over from her knees as the tiny woman was halfway back to her feet.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Monica shouted. “How … how could you do that?”

Kristie opened her mouth, but Monica cut her off.

“No,” Monica said, slowly regaining her composure. “I think I’ve heard quite enough from you.”

Monica reached for Kristie, but stopped herself just short of grabbing her. The puny girl curled up in fear as the fingers of Monica’s right hand lingered just over her head. But the businesswoman remembered her promise to Duncan and eventually withdrew her hand.

Still, she wouldn’t let this stand.

“You don’t need to cower,” Monica sighed as she addressed Kristie. “I won’t give you what you deserve. At least, not like this.”

Monica returned to her seat, scooting her chair up to the table. She set her elbows on the tabletop and interlocked her fingers in front of her face, except for her two index fingers, which were perfectly straightened as their tips touched where the bridge of her nose met her forehead, right between her closed eyes.

“I’ve always been partial to ‘an eye for an eye,’” she explained. “The punishment should fit the crime, after all.”

The room was just silent enough that Monica could hear Kristie’s nervous gulp from below.

“Wait, you mean …” Kristie started.

Monica didn’t wait for the little rapist to gather her thoughts, however.

“We’ll skip the part about you ... ‘getting off easy’ is the way you put it, I believe,” Monica interrupted. “I think it would be best if we get right to the part where I ‘put you inside me,’ wouldn’t you agree?”

Kristie, now back on her feet, began to backpedal.

“You can’t!” she screamed. “You told D you wouldn’t use your size to fuck with me!”

Monica responded with a dark chuckle.

“Again with the puns?” she said. “But you’re right. I did tell him that I wouldn’t take advantage of your size to torment you. That’s why you’re going to agree to it.”

Kristie’s confused expression brought a predatory grin to Monica’s face.

“Why the fuck would I ever do that?” Kristie asked.

Monica’s grin grew a little wider.

“Why wouldn’t you?” she asked. “You acted as though it was nothing when you did the same to Duncan, so it seems a small price to pay to put this issue behind us.”

Kristie smirked at Monica’s reasoning.

“Trying to use my own words against me? Is this what you do in the boardroom?” Kristie asked. “All those business types must be really stupid. I’m not going to agree to shit.”

Monica stood up and walked over to a three-drawer filing cabinet sitting next to the bookcase, opened its top drawer, and begin thumbing through files.

“I have several methods of getting what I want out of a negotiation, as you’re about to discover,” she said. “I may have agreed to not take advantage of your size to coerce you, but unfortunately for you, I don’t need to touch you to destroy you.”

Having found the file she was looking for, Monica removed it from the drawer. As she walked back to the table, she opened the manila file folder and began to read the contents within. Without raising her head from the papers, she expertly navigated herself back to her chair and sat back in the seat.

“You see, Ms. Cho, I’ve known that you were going to be a problem for Duncan for some time,” she explained. “And you weren’t entirely wrong about my feelings for your ex-boyfriend. While not romantic, I’ve always respected him. He’s risen through the corporate ranks almost as fast as I did, and he didn’t … dirty himself with some of the tactics I had to use to get to where I am now.”

Monica laid the open folder down, barely giving Kristie enough time to scurry out of the way before it touched down on the table.

“While I truly do admire that about him, so much so that I’ve taken to … looking after him at times, making sure he’s not punished for that big heart he’s so desperate to hide,” she said with a small smile. “Normally, that has meant taking steps to keep his cutthroat coworkers at bay, but you landed on my radar from the moment we first met as well.”

Kristie wandered on top of the now exposed files, doing her best to read them from so close. It took some effort on her part, but when Monica heard a tiny gasp, she knew the shrunken girl understood what she was looking at well enough.

“Yes, as you can see, I’ve had my research team look into you,” Monica said.

Her right index finger descended, touching the file that Kristie was studying just a few inches away from the tiny girl. Monica’s intention was to begin reading from the offending document as a means to pressure her target into acquiescence.

The move would prove to be unnecessary.

A panicked Kristie ran over to Monica’s finger and tried to push it away. The finger didn’t budge as Monica stared down at her in surprise.

“Alright! I agree!” Kristie said. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Regaining her composure, Monica gently swiped her index finger into Kristie. The soft blow was enough to send her itty bitty victim rolling halfway across the page.

“Not yet,” Monica said.

As she watched Kristie get back to her feet, Monica began to close the folder. She was done with it, after all. Kristie desperately dashed toward the top of the file as the shadow of the opposite side of the folder swallowed her up. The shrunken woman dove across the paper’s edge as Monica slammed the folder shut against the table.

“You’ll let Duncan know that you’re doing this of your own volition before we go through with it,” Monica said, ignoring the peril she had just put Kristie in. “Otherwise you’ll tell Duncan I forced myself on you when this inevitably comes up later.”

Kristie stood up and crossed her arms as she gave Monica an angry stare.

“Yeah, because blackmail is so much better than using your size to make me do this,” Kristie said sarcastically, also pretending that nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred. “Fine! I’ll tell Duncan I’m super stoked about taking a dive into your vag, and that’ll be the end of it. Happy?”

Monica ignored the question and leaned back in her seat. Part of her was, in fact, happy that Kristie would get what she deserved without Monica herself having to break her word to Duncan. But she was a bit conflicted at the lengths she had to go to do it. As much as Monica hated to admit it, Kristie’s use of the word blackmail wasn’t inaccurate.

Although Monica questioned whether she was going too far, she was determined to see this through. She had done plenty of unsavory things just to earn her spot as CEO and even rename the company after herself. Doing one more unsavory thing so that justice was done for Duncan was a no brainer for her.

********

Monica couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so nervous about a meeting.

Maybe the first time she was invited into the board room? No, the prospect of making or breaking her career paled in comparison to what was on the line here.

Her punishment for Kristie had seemed so fitting when she came up with it in the heat of the moment during their discussion three days ago. But now, as she led Callie, with Duncan in hand, into the lounge, she was beginning to have second thoughts.

Of course, that punishment wasn’t the reason why Monica had sent her driver to bring her friends to her home. Her team had provided the results of their investigation into Natasha, and her extra living space seemed the ideal place to discuss the matter with those closest to her.

“This place is incredible!” Callie exclaimed as she admired the soft gray walls of the lounge. “This is, like, the nicest home I’ve ever been in!”

Monica cringed internally at the sound of her friend’s voice. She was happy to hear Callie sound so lively, her voice carrying a lilt it had been missing over the past few days. At the same time, however, Monica was worried about what the innocent girl would think of her plan for Kristie.

“Yeah, this is even nicer than I thought it’d be,” Duncan said. “You’ve got some great taste.”

As Monica looked over her shoulder and smiled at the smaller of her two guests, she couldn’t help but think of how he might feel about the punishment she had in store for his rapist. Would he feel like it was just, or might the very thought of it trigger some lingering trauma within him?

“Thank you,” she said as she eyed both Callie and Duncan, motioning to a pair of white leather Chesterfield armchairs flanking the ends of a nesting coffee table. “Please, have a seat.”

Monica and Callie sat in the comfortably plush seats, looking down on Kristie, who was still standing on the lower glass platform of the table, right where Monica had left her. Below Kristie’s feet, the stainless steel legs of the table were visible through the two transparent table tops, which were both surrounded by gold trim.

Monica noticed Callie’s reluctance before the blonde finally set Duncan down on the upper platform of the table. He wore a blank expression as he stared at Kristie, who actually turned away from his gaze.

“Before we begin,” Monica started, feeling the anxiety build within her, “there is another matter I’d like to mention.”

She fidgeted uncomfortably in her chair.

“There’s no easy way to bring this up, so I’ll be blunt,” Monica told Duncan. “Kristie and I had a talk about what she did to you. What she really did to you.”

The sound of skin rubbing against leather filled the air, and Monica, Kristie, and Duncan turned to Callie, who was gripping the ends of her chair’s armrests.

“I know, too,” Callie announced, releasing her grip and calming herself. “You have night terrors about it every night, Duncan. I’ve been able to figure out ...what she did.”

The news came as a surprise to Monica and to Duncan as well, as far as he could tell. But perhaps the most stunned person in the room was Kristie.

“Night terrors?” Kristie asked.

The other three occupants in the room ignored the tiny girl as Monica pushed herself to continue.

“That’s why I decided that Kristie needed to be punished,” she said. “After talking with her, we’ve agreed for her to suffer from the same offense that she committed against Duncan.”

Callie’s eyes went wide.

“You mean you’re gonna …” she trailed off, too shocked to finish the thought.

Duncan’s expression was harder to read. Not knowing his thoughts did nothing to stop Monica from speculating, however. He was judging her, she was sure. Did he see her as the same as Kristie? Was she worse than his ex, in his mind? What was she thinking, bringing this up in front of a rape victim.

Monica decided that she couldn’t go through with it. She would let the prospect of the punishment linger in Kristie’s mind for a few days before letting her off the hook. There was just no way she could do it now, not after seeing Callie and Duncan’s clearly horrified expressions.

“What?” Kristie asked harshly. “You think I’m a pussy like you, Duncan? You think I’m going to cry like a little bitch about some nightmares? You must be the luckiest little shit on the planet, having these bitches feeling bad for you just because you got some pus—”

Before she knew what she was doing, Monica had already stood up and was reaching for Kristie, pinching the bitty bitch at the waist with her right forefinger and thumb. The giantess pulled out the waistband of her black stretch pants and black-laced panties and stuffed her right hand and its occupant inside.

Monica barely had time to appreciate the feeling of Kristie’s puny body rubbing against her labia before her forefinger was shoving the tiny inside their warm, drooling embrace. Apparently Monica had wanted this far more than she realized.

The feeling of Kristie’s frantic movements as her limbs helplessly beat against Monica’s vaginal walls was otherworldly for the executive. Not only was the idea of her womanhood consuming a person whole, utterly dominating them in a way Monica had never known before, getting her hot, but each time Kristie actually touched in there her felt electric.

With closed eyes, Monica tilted her head back. She couldn’t stop a seductive moan from escaping her lips. She was about to plunge her fingers inside after Kristie with the intent of pushing her deeper inside when a sense of realization struck her.

Monica’s eyes popped open as she lowered her chin level. The gaped maws of Duncan and Callie met her gaze, causing Monica to instinctively pull her hand out of her pants. A mixture of humiliation and fear began to consume Monica. She could only guess what thoughts were going through her friends’ heads.

“Oh my God!” Monica said. “I-I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me!”

She searched for more words, an explanation of sorts or maybe a way to assuage some of their concerns, but nothing came to mind. So it came as a great surprise and worry when they spoke up instead.

“I-it’s fine,” Callie said in a daze. “I mean, I get it.”

Monica then looked down to Duncan, expecting the little man to give both of them an earful.

“Hey, it’s your house,” he said.

With Monica’s own jaw nearing the floor, she sat back down, feeling the impact of her falling back into the seat rattling Kristie from within her pussy. Monica felt even more stimulation from Kristie as the giantess crossed her legs, her slack-jawed expression receding into a satisfied smirk now that she was free from judgment.

“With that out of the way, let’s get on with the reason I called you here …”

********

Duncan was struggling to pay attention to the conversation taking place above him.

He heard Callie ask something about Ada, which allowed his thoughts to briefly drift away from his ex-girlfriend and her time in his boss’s sex. He was glad he had set things straight with Ada after that meeting a few days ago. She could barely look at him throughout the meeting or right afterward.

However, after Duncan had assured her that he had no problem with her and that he just wanted to make sure she was okay, she seemed to gain back some of her cheer. Of course, letting her know that he wasn’t interested in her romantically took away from that a bit, but she seemed to understand well enough.

“F-fair enough,” Monica’s uncharacteristically shaky voice penetrated his thoughts. “Perhaps I should have invited her as well. And I’ll back OFF of her and give the girl a fair chance.”

The breathless way she spoke was a constant reminder for Duncan of Kristie’s situation. He nearly jumped when Monica almost screamed that lone syllable in pure bliss. He was left in awe of just how intense the feeling of Kristie squirming around in there seemed to be for Monica.

He turned away from Monica’s continuous twitching and shifting as she tried to remain composed despite the living sex toy being put to work inside her, looking up at Callie instead. As a low, deep moan came from Monica’s direction, his imagination began to get the better of him.

If Kristie could make Monica feel like that despite her tiny size, Duncan wondered if he could do the same for Callie. While it’s true that he had … previous experience at this, he was too busy being stuck in Kristie’s pussy to see just how effective a tiny could be at pleasuring a normal-sized woman.

It was a traumatizing experience being stuffed into the darkness beyond his ex’s labia, left only to feel his way through her love tunnel as her fingers forcibly shoved him deeper and deeper inside. He still remembered sliding against those contracting muscles drenched in her natural lubrication and the first hints of femcum, kicking and screaming the whole time.

But as Duncan gazed up at his roommate as she carried a conversation with Monica, that experience inspired something other than shame for once. He pictured himself slipping into Callie on his own as she sat back and smiled down on him. He could almost feel her lower lips hugging him tightly before allowing him entry.

He could almost hear her muffled voice calling to him, begging for more as his fingertips glided across the slick surface of her inner womanhood at his leisure, teasing her sans relent. He could almost taste her juices as he licked them from his fingers, before bringing his tongue to the nearest wall for a better taste.

Duncan could almost smell her arousal as it grew tenfold, his probing hands feeling along the pulsing ceiling just within his tiny reach. He started to move deeper inside, hearing Callie’s moans increase when—

“You okay?” Callie asked him. “You look a little flushed. You gettin’ sick?”

Duncan shook his head and looked away, hiding how upset he was at himself for perving on his friend like that. Things had already become awkward enough after she “assisted” him with that semen sample, which he had to provide again on his own later, as proper storage of such a sample was the last thing on anybody’s mind that night.

He wasn’t sure how much Kristie’s sudden appearance or Callie’s first reaction played in his roommate being more distant over the past few days, but he was certain that him making her get him off played a role. Was she disgusted by him now? She’d certainly be too nice to tell him that if she did.

“Hold up,” Callie said to Monica. “So you’re saying that no one has seen Natasha since we found Kristie?!”

Duncan’s head shot up to Monica as he cursed himself for getting lost in thought. He needed to pay attention, dammit! He had been worried enough at the prospect of the girl with the blue streaks somehow shrinking his friends, but Callie’s careless philosophy of just accepting whatever happens drove him insane!

And the worst part was that he couldn’t say a thing to her about it. She used his own words to prove her point, but couldn’t she see that this is different? Of course, he wasn’t sure how it was different, but it had to be. It felt so wrong when she said it, and her attitude filled him with concern for her well-being.

Was he just being a hypocrite?

“Yes. Yes!” Monica answered. “Um, excuse me. Y-yes, you understood correctly. She moved into the neighborhood where she FOUND Duncan shortly be-FORE he shrank, and now no one can FIND her.”

The speed at which she spoke was starting to increase, shifting Duncan’s thoughts back to the cause of her excitement: Kristie. He had tried to avoid thinking about what he had seen Monica do with his ex, but as Monica’s squirming became more frequent, it was harder to keep ignoring the reality of the situation.

He wished he had told Monica to stop before she pushed Kristie inside her. He felt as though he should ask his boss to pull the shrunken girl out even now. Since the moment he bit Callie, he had been wondering why he felt the urge to protect Kristie despite everything that she did to him.

At first Duncan was afraid that a part of him still had feelings for her, a fear he was able to dismiss fairly quickly. Then he thought he was acting out of solidarity, a feeling that tinies needed to stick together now that there was more than just him. Indeed, that’s the excuse he told himself as he defended her so vigorously from his friends that first night with her.

But it didn’t take long for him to figure out the real reason. Despite everything he said shortly before the end of that meeting being mostly true, none of it provided the motivation behind his words.

That came from the guilt.

Looking back on how Callie almost crushed Kristie in her fist, Duncan realized his only thoughts at the time were for Callie. But afterward, he started to give more thought to his feelings toward Kristie at the time.

That’s when he had to admit to himself that a part of him didn’t want Callie to stop.

If Duncan hadn’t been sure that Callie would have been devastated after the fact, he wasn’t sure if he would have even tried to stop her. And he hated that about himself. So he overcompensated by standing up for Kristie, a person he resented so much after finally seeing her once again. He couldn’t let himself give in to that hatred.

But now, with Kristie being stuck inside Monica’s pussy, he found that he didn’t feel sorry for his ex in the least. Based on his own experience, he knew that Kristie would survive, even if she wouldn’t be the same when she came back out.

So Duncan pushed down the guilt, telling himself that there was nothing he could do to help her, hoping that lie would be enough to let him sleep at night.

********

Callie really was doing her best to pay attention.

From what she could focus on, she was really impressed with what Alyssia and her team were able to uncover about Natasha. Callie was pretty sure that went beyond the normal scope of a personal assistant, and she was a tad jealous that someone so close to her own age was entrusted with such important duties by her hero.

But Callie was struggling to pay attention to the details Monica was giving her, as her thoughts kept drifting back to Kristie. Or rather, Kristie’s situation. With every wiggle of Monica’s body, Callie could feel a little more moisture building up behind her panties. And that stunning body of hers was wiggling a lot!

Callie kept sneaking glances down at Duncan. She wanted him so bad! But she knew he didn’t feel the same way. She still had no idea how he felt about Ada, although she at least took some solace in him not defending Kristie for once. Maybe he wasn’t falling for his evil ex all over again?

Either way, it was clear that he wasn’t into her. He pretty much told Ada as much, and he could barely look at her after making him cum for the first time in more than half a year. Even if she was being slightly paranoid about him and other girls, that stuff was concrete evidence of how he felt about her specifically.

Callie had dreamed of that special moment with Duncan each night since it happened. Seeing Monica take things a step further with Kristie made Callie lust for more. But she could never do that to him, even if he hadn’t been unwillingly stuffed inside a vagina before.

Still, perhaps things wouldn’t have to be so forceful with Duncan. She stared past Monica as she envisioned herself sitting on her bed, back against the wall and totally naked. Her legs were spread apart as he walked through the vast valley they created for him, that same hunger in his eyes that she saw the other night, just before he came at her touch.

As he arrived at Callie’s pussy, she reached down and spread her lips open for him, inviting him inside. She shivered as she felt his hand brush her labia majora with his hands before taking hold and pulling himself between them. He gave her clitoris a teasing lick as he moved past it, sending a ripple of pleasure through her body as she yearned for more.

Pushing his way past her inner lips, she could feel him within her womanhood, rubbing, licking, and even biting wherever he could. His bites were particularly intense for her, causing her to bite the lower lip of her mouth to contain herself. She didn’t want to make things too easy for him, after all.

If Duncan wanted to get her off, he was going to have to work for it.

But as he burrowed deeper and deeper within her, Callie couldn’t help herself. She began to play with her clit as he found her g-spot, giving it a hard bite. She wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer! It was only a matter of—

“Um, Callie?” Duncan interrupted her daydream. “You’re drooling.”

Callie looked down to see a few droplets of drool beside Duncan on the table. He also looked a bit … damp. She quickly swiped the back of her left hand across her chin and lips, wiping away the escaping saliva. She apologized to Duncan, then looked up to do the same to Monica for interrupting her.

But Monica wasn’t speaking anymore. She was looking straight ahead, and Callie noticed that her left arm was twitching in an oddly consistent motion. It took a minute before Callie thought to look through the table’s surface and saw that Monica was touching herself beneath it. Callie barely noticed her own left hand drifting downward on its own.

Callie’s hand slipped under the waistband of her dark blue skirt and under her pink panties. Her fingertips slowly traced her lower lips, collecting a surprising amount of wetness as they completed one lap along the lubricated track. As her middle and index fingers began to penetrate her, she could almost feel Duncan squirming inside her.

That’s when she came to her senses.

Callie was quick to pull her hand out of her pants, nearly bashing her wrist against the edge of the table. She set her hand on the table, her cheeks practically glowing red as she desperately hoped that Duncan hadn’t seen her touching herself. Thankfully, he was too busy staring at the show Monica was putting on to notice.

Just as Callie was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she noticed he sniffing at the air. It was then that she realized that she had set her juice-covered fingertips a little too close to him. As swiftly as she had put her hand on the table it was gone, receding to her lap, her right hand folded on top of it.

Duncan sniffed for a few seconds more before his eyes settled on the spot where her hand had been. Not wanting to have him see her watching him, she turned her attention elsewhere.

Callie glanced back up at Monica’s face to find those hypnotic brown eyes waiting for her. They locked on to Callie’s gaze and refused to let go.

“She’s fighting as HARD as she can in there,” Monica said. “Every punch, KICK, bite, and scratch feels … feels … Oh SHIT!”

Monica’s free hand gripped the armrest of her chair as hard as she could. Callie found herself doing the same. She knew just how close Monica was, almost anticipating it.

Callie briefly considered Kristie and what she was going through. The co-ed knew she should feel bad for the tiny girl, and she did feel some guilt over just sitting there while Kristie was stuck in Monica’s pussy. But Kristie had apparently already agreed to this, right?

Callie told herself that made a difference, that she would have stepped in and helped Kristie if Monica had truly forced this on her. She almost believed it, too.

********

Kristie was in hell.

What little air made it’s way inside Monica’s vagina was stale and smelled of molasses. It was pitch black and she had no idea which direction was up or down or, more importantly, which way led deeper inside Monica and which way led to freedom.

Seemingly every movement Monica made violently jostled Kristie around. The puny prisoner kept choking on her warden’s juices as they splashed all around her, drenching her hair and only set of clothing.

Kristie kept clawing at the slimy walls all around her, desperate to make Monica feel some sort of pain for doing this to her. But from what little she could hear from inside, Kristie could tell that her struggles were having the opposite effect. Still, in her anguish, Kristie couldn’t think straight and continued to fight anyway.

The contractions of Monica’s vaginal muscles also had their way with the tiny girl. Kristie was squeezed and bounced around as Monica’s love tunnel seemed to have a mind of its own.

Kristie regretted agreeing to do this, to say the least. Is this what she put D through? He felt so good down there when she did put him inside her that she had a hard time believing he had suffered the way she was now. She didn’t hate D the way that Monica hated her, so there was no way …

Kristie’s throat was finally cleared enough for her to scream, and she took full advantage as the shaking around her increased in intensity. Monica’s body was squirming faster now. She had to be close. Then she could finally get out of here.

As Kristie met the first bit of femcum making its way toward the exit, it splashed her in the face, stinging her eyes and clogging her nostrils. She tried to shout her anger out for the world to hear, but all she got for her troubles was a mouthful of cum.

Her anger was boiling over. She was mad at the bitch who shrank her. She was mad at the bitch who apparently stole her man. She was mad at D for not staying loyal to her. She was mad at Monica for obvious reasons. But most of all, she was mad at herself.

Why did she always push so hard to piss off everyone around her? Why was she so full of hate? Why couldn’t she at least keep her mouth shut and pretend to be a nicer person?

You know why, Kristie chided herself.

She soon found herself being swept up in a wave of femcum. She didn’t even try to fight the overpowering current as her aching muscles didn’t have the strength nor did her bruised body have the will to do so.

Fuck my life, Kristie thought as she was left totally at the whim of Monica’s coming orgasm.

********

Monica arched her back, lifting her firm ass a solid foot off her chair. The feeling of Kristie inside her became too much. She had already stopped fingering her clit, and her wet hand was clutching the leather of her chair’s armrest alongside her right one on the opposite armrest.

The giantess let out a near-deafening scream as all the tension in her body suddenly released all at once, a surge of mind-bending pleasure rippling through her very core. As her panties started to feel soggy, she felt Kristie being thrown from her pussy into the sea of femcum forming at the bottom of her panties.

Monica barely had the presence of mind to ease herself back into her seat so as not to squish Kristie. As the muscles in her arms, legs, and abs fully relaxed in post-coital bliss, the possibility that Kristie might actually drown in her underwear occurred to her.

That fear was quickly alleviated, however, as she could feel Kristie moving around in there. The movements were slow but not desperate, so Monica knew the tiny girl was fine. She could stay in there until Monica was finished with her guests.

Speaking of which, she felt her face flush as she once again remembered that she, in fact, wasn’t alone.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” Monica said with rare shyness on her part. “I-I’m so embarrassed. I’m so sorry! Fuck, that must have been incredibly awkward for you to witness!”

Duncan and Callie glanced at each other before looking back at Monica.

“Nah, you’re good,” Callie said. “I mean, sure, I can’t say I’ve had a host put on that kind of a show for me before, but I’m not gonna think any differently about you or anything.”

Duncan nodded along with Callie’s words.

“Yeah, this is just a really weird situation,” he said. “I don’t think any of us have felt like ourselves lately. So I think you’re allowed a moment like that.”

Monica was touched beyond words at her friends’ acceptance of her. Not only was her behavior crass, inconsiderate, and possibly cruel, if one were to consider Kristie’s opinion on the matter, but she had never let her guard down to this extent with anyone other than a sexual partner before.

That Callie and Duncan could witness her embarrassing herself like that and not think any less of her was something she appreciated more than they would ever know.

“Thank you,” Monica said with a slight tremble, barely able to keep her tears behind her eyes.

After taking a few seconds to recenter herself, she cleared her throat and got back on point as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

“So as I was saying, this Natasha doesn’t seem to actually be employed by any of the local businesses in the area, and the timing of her arrival and departure from the neighborhood seem particularly suspicious,” Monica said. “While there’s not yet any hard evidence, I think it’s safe to assume this girl is involved in all this.”

Monica continued to summarize the results she had just gone over, as she was pretty sure none of them were actually paying attention to any of it the first time. Once finished, she escorted Callie to the door as the girl carried Duncan in her purse. Monica’s driver met them at the door and took them back to their apartment.

As Monica closed the front door and started to walk to her bedroom, Kristie’s slight weight shifting at the bottom of her panties reminded the CEO of her little stowaway. She pulled back the waistband of her pants and panties once again as she reached down with her right hand to fish the girl out.