Chapter 1:
Dan Gillman had been planning this for months. He had tied up every loose end, and severed every string attached. He would be missed by nobody, there would be a steady flow of income for his beloved Donna and he would finally have the chance to live out his ultimate fantasy.
It was the perfect plan.
Perfectly StupidâŚbut a plan nonetheless.
The dial on the futuristic looking device had a multitude of settings, none of them immediately reversible. Because you see, reversing such a foolhardy procedure required much more expensive equipment, and a lot more sense than Danâs backyard, highschool Science education would afford him.
Portable Size Alteration devices were common use, mostly for household waste management, storage and other such conveniences. Use on humans or other living creatures were restricted, and each device had a fail safe feature which restricted it from discharging when pointed at complex life, not to mention the incredible amounts of energy that would be required to shrink large objects like buildings, vehicles or large areas of land. Dan wasnât exactly sure how much, he just had a fairly good idea it was more than 150 amps his circuit breaker would allow.
However, such silly things like safety, electrocution, radiation and the possibility of burning his family home down in a blaze of misdirected fancy, didn't stop size change enthusiasts like Dan from figuring out different ways around the fail safe. One such way was to install a microchip which would override the device's restriction on complex life. Basically, trick the machine into thinking he was an oddly shaped filing cabinet or wardrobe. But Microchips were expensive and hard to understand and Dan was a janitor, not a computer programmer.
Of course, there were older, archaic units, often the size of the entire buildings. These ancient sizers held no fail safe, but only collectors and the super wealthy could afford such and besides, these older units held the minor disk of disintegration or internal combustionâŚDan wasnât eager to try his luck. No, the blue collar method was a far simpler path. Aim the device at a common Dichroic-prism, then reverse feed through a trichroic prism assembly to reverse combine the device's beam.
Simple as that.
Of course, every size change forum had detailed walk through instructions, some even sold the necessary parts. Dan even had contacts in the community itself who had sworn they could vouch for the system as long as Dan followed their instructions to the letter.
Practically âŚfoolproofâŚ.
Daniel pulled the assembly out of the box and took a passing glance at the instructions, thumbing through the pages and doing his best to decipher the cryptic hand scribbled diagrams and annotations.He shook his head, eyes wide and red, watery from constant rubbing.
âJeeze, they said easyâŚthis is easy?â Dan muttered, setting the instructions down and pulling out a smaller booklet entitled âassembly diagram and walkthroughâ and wiped his brow with his sleeve. âOh, here we go.â
His hands were trembling as he carefully read the directions for assembly. It wasn't too difficult, not like the science mambo jumbo regarding calculations and such. Dan, approached the final steps, read aloud the bold, large font at the bottom of the page.
âWith your assembly complete, all you have to do is stand at the corresponding position, with the auto discharge setting timed correctly. Remember to have the prism assembly spaced at the corresponding distance for desired end size. WARNING! THIS WILL WORK! Be sure to do this in a trusted company...effects are not easily reversed...and rememberâŚhave fun!â
Dan stopped reading and crumpled the disclaimer into a ball, tossing it in the garbage alone with the box the assembly came in, doing his due diligence to break apart the boxes just like Donna liked him too, and do away with any evidence of his purchase. He then moved the Port-a-sizer onto the auto fire tripod and double checked his math, eyeballing the distance from the spot on the floor he would be standing, marked with an X.
â1/8th...no that's to small...1/2...to big.â Daniel was bad at math, but lucky he had a chart! âI don't want to be too small, she won't be able to find me...but too big and it'll be no fun.â Dan mulled over the chart, perhaps if he had been less excited he may have taken more time to ponder how small was too small. But in his excitement he pulled the tripid assembly back another few inches assuring the result would be a division of 20, meaning 69 inches. If he understood the instructions, this would leave him 3.4 inches tall.
âThe Perfect size.â Dan rubbed his hands together. âToo small to work, big enough to communicate, but small enough to have all the fun I want!â Daniel was practically giddy at this point, he was so close to his wildest fantasy, he could taste it!
His life would change foreverâŚhe would be tiny, insignificant, dependent wholly and completely on Donna for everything. But therein lay the fun! Just like they had discussed so many nights in bed, pillow talking about what if. She would keep him in a dollhouse on the vanity, and he would decorate it to his tastes.
He would explore her body like a landscape, a canvas all his to experience. When they went out, she would carry him in her purse and he would keep her company on her days off while she read. It was the perfect arrangementâŚwell..for Dan anyhow.
Whurrrummph! The device began to charge.
Dan could hear the timer tick down, the purring of the device as it charged up. He ran to the spot marked on the floor, where the directions told him to stand. His heart began to race, his pulse pounded. His palms were damp, his four-head sweating profusely, his skin clammy and his stomach turned in knots.
Was this a good idea? Suddenly he wasn't sure if it was a good idea...so much could go wrong...he fought not to step off the mark he made on the floor...maybe he had better check the directions one more time...one could never be too safe.
A bright light pulsed from the sizer followed by a loud electronic âzapâ.
The device discharged.
Faster than he could follow the beam tore into the prism's, spread into multiple colored light, reflecting back into the corresponding prism, coming out at just such an angle as to head in his direction. Everything happened faster than his eyes could follow. A painful feeling overcame him as his vision became blurry. It was almost anti climactic. There was a loud sound, a flash, a bit of pain...then everything was silent.
***
When the smoke cleared from the barrel of the sizer, the sizer which sat up in the clouds like an eagle upon the branch of a great Sequoia, the barrel pointing onward off into the heavens held up on the mighty tripods' thick legs, like a radio tower.
Daniel tried to gather his bearings, waiting first for his eyes to decide how many tripods stood above him and just how far he was away. Just like the directions had said, he was disoriented. Everything looked so big, so alien, much more so than he had thought they would. The furniture dwarfed him, so much so in fact that he was having trouble telling things apart. His vision stretched to its limit, causing everything to blur once the limitations of his visual range were spent. The ceiling was so far above his head that he could no longer make up the color of the drywall, neither could he see the ceiling fan or the chandelier, only its light made it down to him.
Sounds too were amplified, the hum of the refrigerator, the thumping of the furnace as it came on, the tick tick tick of the grandfather clock, the whirring sound the port-a-sizer made as it cooled off. Everything wasnât just louder, it seemed to move slower and meshed together into a musical symphony of terror.
Dan took his first, uneasy steps forward, holding his forehead to soothe the rage of his headache. The floor in front of him spanned onward in every direction, making it impossible for Dan to gauge where he was going.
Had he been facing the kitchenâŚwas this the direction of the living room, or was he walking toward the balcony door?
Miles upon miles of white and Grey marble tiles, every crack, dust ball and pebble was a landmark he didnât recognize. Dan had to resist the urge to explore, to resist the instinct to try and GET somewhere. That was what people always seemed to want to do when they were lost, get unlost. Find something familiar, find somewhere, so they were no longer nowhere. But he had left Donna detailed instructions on where to find him, if he moved there was always the chance she would miss him, and he didn't want that to happen.
The emotional reality of his situation began to sink in, as the initial shock wore off. He did it, he shrunk himself! A wave of fear and panic now began to replace the dumbfounded numbness. He did it, he fucken shrunk himself!
âIâŚfuckingâŚdid it?â
He was helpless on the floor of his dining room, small and insignificant, vulnerable to anyone and anything
âWhat if Donna doesnât come home? What if she misses the note? What if she...oh god...what if she doesnât see me and sheâŚâ Dan swallowed hard, now the shakes were manifest for a whole new reason. Terror. âShe always freaks out when she seeâs a bug, what if she seeâs me before she reads the note and throws a shoe or something at me? Oh God, why didnât I do this on the table or something? Fuck!â
Dan began to breathe heavily, he felt dizzy once more as his stomach tried to tie itself in a string of knotts.
He screamed, loudly, from the bottom of his abdomen, the sort of scream reserved for only the worst. Then he threw up a littleâŚthen a lotâŚthen nothing but thick yellow bile. This feeling lasted for about 10 minutes, but he came to, collected his strength and dusted himself off.
Then he screamed once more.
âNo...I wanted this...this is what I wanted...â He said, between heaving gasps for air. He had to talk himself down, he couldnât let Donna find him like this. Dan began to back up, distancing himself from the towering Sizer looming triumphantly above his head, unconcerned with his plight.
It scared it, in fact it terrified him. Why was it so large? Why did it have to look so alien, so terrifying!
âI wanted thisâŚI did this to myself, I knew this would happen. Deep breathsâŚin through the mouth, out through the noseâŚoh fuckâŚor is it in through the nose, and out through the mouth?â
Dan had just begun to regain his composure when he felt something touching his shoulder. He turned, not sure what to expect and let out a blood curdling scream at the sight that beheld him.
âBWAAA!â What Daniel saw before him was perhaps the single most hideous sight he had ever experienced. A creature about as large as a Smart Car, with huge red compound eyes and hideous greyish skin. The monster had hairs sticking out all over it and long wings on its back. It had 6 black legs and a long pointed snout with a suction like appendage at the end in the center of its face. A single thorax with a head in front, it didn't take long for him to realize, it was a housefly! Only impossibly huge!
âFuck no! NoâŚhell no!â Dan screamed, falling backward onto his ass, crab walking to put more distance between the fly and himself. Heâd just been shrunk and now he was going to end up a flyâs meal!
Dan fumbled to stand and turned to run, so much in a panic he didn't realize it wasn't chasing him, until he was several yards(to his perspective) away.
âI donât wanna die, I donât wanna die! Fuck off, fuck off, fuck the actual off!â The fly was much larger than it was supposed to be, the biggest being around 8-12 milometers. âIt should be the size of a large dog, not a fucken car!â Dan looked back, the fly had not moved.
Slowly he approached it again. The fly was dead...or dormant. It didn't move, and lay on its side. âGross.â Dan cringed, if he hadnât already evacuated the contents of his stomach, he would have now.
But this begged the question, why was this fly so large.
Danâs eyes went wide. âNo, waitâŚthis isnât right!â
âBOOM!â Dan jumped as he heard a loud crash, followed by a terrible vibration. It was so intense he forgot his disgust of the fly and hid behind its bloated, putrid body.
The house and ground trembled once more, two smaller but still loud sounds could be heard, and then a rapid series of softer impact noises, with each one the trembling grew more and more fierce.
âWhatâŚwhat is that? This isnât right, somethingâs wrongâŚ.â Dan looked around frantically, the fly was the size of a Smart Car... he shouldnât be small enough to ride the damn thing. He couldn't be inches tall...
Another violent impact tremor sent him falling to his backside.Dan had hardly a chance to locate its source when a sound so terrifying, so loud, so impossible overtook him...he froze in fear.
âI'm home!â Donna threw her purse onto a chair and approached the table, there was some mail unopened, so she began to sift through it. âGuess who I ran into today!â Donna threw some unwanted mail aside, and began to walk towards the kitchen, her eyes cast down onto the letter she was reading. âCome on, guess, youâll never guessâŚâ
Daniel looked up at the titan that was his wife. She moved in his direction, each stride impossibly long as legs strong enough to hold such a behemoth frame strode onward. She was heading right for him but he was too terrified to move...his senses did not register, his feet would not move...he just looked up as she stepped over him with one long stride taking her from so far away, to over top, to far away once more. Just like that, she was gone...into the kitchen...far out of reach. Her black round toe heels made a defining âKATHBOOMâ, as the foot that was further away made a loud, but distant âKATHUDâ. The sound gradually grew softer and softer as she increased the distance between them.
The way she moved was terrible, yet fascinating. With such huge strides she seemed to move fast, far faster than anything that big had any right to, yet at the same time to his perspective she was slow, almost like she was lagging somehow, or as if he was processing her movements faster than she was actually moving. With so much happening, and the stark realization that he had fucked up, he didnât really have time to appreciate what he was expireicing.
Time perception.
Or rather, the time perception of something the size of a bug.
âDan?â She shouted louder, with a voice that was both feminine and recognisable while at the same time deeper, louder and with more presence than it had ever held before. In reality, he was simply hearing her voice differently than he had before.
He didnât like itâŚat all.
âDonnaâŚâ Dan whispered. She was home.
âYou in here Dan? Donna spoke quieter, brushing her black hair from before her face. Donna was the younger of the two, at 27. She had young features, and stood just a few inches shorter than her husband. She worked as a hotel front desk manager, so she often dressed to impress. âGuess he's not home.â Donna threw the rest of the mail onto the kitchen counter. The impact sent a piece of paper with her name on it off the counter to the floor, where it slid under the refrigerator. The note Dan had carefully left for her...and his most hopeful chance at discovery.
There was a long silence, Dan sat beside the corpse of the house fly...he didn't move, he didn't breath...he just sat there...until.
âWhat am I going to do?!â He screamed and scurried to his feet. He ran around, unsure where to go, what to do. His arms flailed above his head in panic...he went right...towards the kitchen...but it was impossibly far away...he gave up...looking back at the fly...and the giant X he had tapped to the floor. He had to stay there...she would read the note...and find him. If he kept his cool, remained calm and thought this out, he could still make this work. He just had to stay calm.
Slowly Dan began to make his way to the spot he had marked, peeking over to the fly in thought. He was still only half way to his destination...covering distance at his size was much harder than he thought. âThe hell does everything have to be so far away.â Dan said, already tired of walking.
âNo way am I Three inches....crap...this is closer to 1 centimeter. Fucken hell..â Dan swore, continuing his way to the tape marking. The distant sounds of Donna's steps grew louder again, as she walked through the dining room once more. This time she was a fair distance from him and seemed occupied, her green eyes locked forward uninterested in the world at her feet. âDid she read it yet? Come on hun...read the note.â Dan sighed as Donna left the room. Sometime later she returned, her shoes were off and she wore a more comfortable shirt. Donna approached him, the soft pads of her sock-clad feet made a much less frightening âTHWUMPâ sound as she walked, but the tremors were just as violent.
Donna stopped relatively close to Dan's general location. She seemed curious as to the strange set up on the dining room table. She eyed it curiously, moving a few steps towards the table.
âWhat's he got going on here?â Donna picked the prism's up and began to look them over.
âWhat are you doing? Donna, come on, go read the note!â Dan pleased, he felt very uncomfortable with how close she was now. If she didn't know he was here she could step on him.
To say Donna was humongous was an understatement. This was the same feeling heâd get standing beside the CN tower looking up. She just kept going upward, on and to forever and anything past her knees was practically unrecognizable, nothing but a far distant blurr. That is of course, if he could see it at all, as standing straight up, Dan couldnât see anything past Donnaâs hips. She was just too far away to see. The world he now lived in saw only her feet, ehr socks and the beginning of her legs. She was an alien structure now.
âHeh...boy's and their toys.â Donna shrugged and eyed the Sizer, which by now was cool and had resumed standby mode. âAt least he took the garbage out I guess.â She shrugged and took a few steps back, her socks sticking to something on the floor. âThe hell?â Donna looked down, there was a piece of tape stuck to her sock. Her eyes scanned the floor and she took notice of the big black âXâ Dan had stuck to the floor.
âOh shit...âDan began to run, waving his arms in the air, he called Donna's name and begged her to look at him and notice him. But his strides were too short and he watched his wife bend down, examine the tape, then tear it up...crumple it in her palm and quickly rise into the heavens to her full height once more.
Dan slowed his pace as Donna arose a mighty Goddess in all her glory. There was no chance of getting her attention when she was standing...he was too small..far too small. âShitâŚâ Dan muttered, he had missed his chance to be seen.
Donna stepped over her miniscule husband and back into the kitchen once more. Daniel took after her, frantic to keep up, to catch her, to be rescued! But a few of her strides left him once again alone.
âDonna, come backâŚdonât leave me hereâŚâ Dan slumped to his knees, panting heavily. He was a large man, out of shape. He couldn't run the miles it would take to get to the kitchen!
'Whomp Whomp Whomp....' Dan jumped at the sudden loud, repetitive sound.
'Whomp Whomp Whomp'....there it was again.
âThe hell is that?â Dan furrowed his brow, turning toward the direction the sound was coming.
âHold on, I'm coming!â Donna tore through the dining room suddenly, directly over Dan, her feet falling heavy as she raced toward the direction of the noise. Donna moved from the kitchen, to the dining room, to the front entrance.
âWahh!â Dan screamed, curling up defensively as Donnaâs terrifying form blurred past him
'Whomp Whomp Whomp...'
âHold on!â Donna shouted.
By this point Dan's ears had grown used to the new volume, but it didn't stop the headache that volume caused.
âOh...hey!â Donna's pitch changed from impatience to one of joy.
Dan turned in the direction of the door, he could hear another voice now...but it was muffled by the great distance. The tremors increased in number, so he knew he would find out soon enough who was here.
âI don't know if he's home or not. I think he might be out. DAN! Guess who's here?!â Donna shouted, there was no response, so she turned to the older woman beside her. The figure standing behind her was a little taller than Donna, with long salt and pepper colored hair and similar features. She wore very little makeup, only just enough to look âproperâ. A white dress ended at her knees, sleeveless, held up by two D cup breasts squeezed together at the front. The woman was larger around the waist than Donna, but only just. Her skin was tan, smooth and well cared for and she wore open toe strappy sandals with well manicured painted toes sticking out. Dan knew by the tone who this goddess was.
âOh not her...â Dan sunk at the sight before him. The creature that stood above him, looming above, was Fran, Donna's mother. âAnybody but her.â
Fran trespassed into Dan's living room with confident strides, making her way towards him, unwavering in her confidence.
âHey!â Dan screamed as a sandal the size of a house shut out all light, casting its shadow over him. âHey wait, stop!â Dan begged, then sprinted as the foot came down its thick rubbery sole overcoming the floor as far as he could see. âFran, stop!â
âHadnât you said heâd be home.â Fran inquired, her foot planting firmly on the tiled floor.
Dan doubted his ability to make it in time and decided to go for broke, taking one last leap of desperation as the his Mother in Lawâs foot came down hard. âGah!â Dan yelped, the displaced air caused by Franâs step aiding Danâs egress.
He landed hard on the tiled floor, unsure if heâd made it, unsure if at any second his existence would end under the dark rubbery sole of Franâs footwear. He expected it all to end...but there was nothing. Franâs foot remained in place momentarily, before rising with a great whoosh of air, drawing him forward like a tumbleweed of dust.
âNoo!â Dan cried as the foot rose, nearly taking him with it as it left! Franâs sandal soared into the heavens, Danâs momentum ending well before Franâs foot found ground elsewhere. He had been nearly crushed...spared by millimeters, then nearly died once more because he was too light to resist the displaced air from a simple footfall.
âTypical, never around when you need him.â Fran groaned as she pulled out a chair and sat. Her voice much deeper than Donnaâs.
âIâm right here you colossal Bitch!â Dan screamed, crawling to his feet.
Fran scraped the chair against the floor to adjust herself to the table then crossed her legs letting her right foot dangle a little in the air. âOut with âthe boysâ?â
âHe works hard Mom, don't be so hard on him.â Donna brushed her mom on the shoulder with a hand and made her way into the kitchen.
âWorks, I thought he was fired?â Fran gloated as her right foot bobbed up and down idly.
âI was laid off, you crone!â Dan scowled.
âWant anything to drink?â Donna ignored Franâs jab, choosing instead to deflect the conversation elsewhere.
âSure, whatever you have laying around will do.â Fran spoke back, examining the table top casually, as the sandal that hung in the air began to slide off her smooth tan foot.
Dan stood, patted himself down and breathed a sigh of relief. He was alive...Donna was in the kitchen...she would read the note...and he would be saved! He wasn't sure he wanted Fran around when he was discovered...but Donna was there...what could go wrong! âFirst thing Iâm doing when Donna finds me is telling her to kick your wrinkled ass outâŚâ Dan huffed, breathing a sigh of relief at his fortune. At least he was alive.
Fran's attention drifted to the prism set, and the sizer on the tripod on the other end of the room. She seemed mildly interested, and spoke up. âWhat's all this crap?â She motioned to the prism and tripod.
âItâs not crapâŚthey are important tools you TROLL!â Dan glared.
âWhat? Oh that?â Donna poked her head out from the kitchen to see what her mother was pointing to. âDunknow...Dan's toys I guess.â She ducked back into the kitchen.
âNot Toys...those were expensive...get your hands off.â Dan grumbled as he watched Fran look over his things. He made his way towards the table, thinking over where the best place to be discovered would be. There would be no way to climb the table...not without help.
âLooks cheap and expensive, the tell tail signs of a fool parted with his money.â Fran lifted one of the prims off the assembly, nearly dropping it in the process. If she broke that, he would have to get a new one.
âFran!â Dan screamed, eyes wide in panic. He didnât want to spend six to eight weeks like this waiting for a prism to come in the mail! âPut it down, put it down, put it down!â
âWhat was that Mum?â Donna hummed.
âNothing dear.â Fran huffed, roughly setting the prism down on the table and crossing her arms. Her eyes scanned around the room lazily as she allowed her sandal to slide off her bouncing leg, ignoring it as it tumbled to the floor.
âHey, be careful with that FrâŚâ Dan had no time to react as Franâs sandal crashed down in front of him, tumbling onto its side and nearly ending his existence. âHey!â He screamed, his second near miss death by her goddamn footwear tonight!
When Donna came back into the room, she took a seat in the chair nearest her mother, brushing a rabble of Danâs mess out of the way, sending the prism rolling on its side and in a wobbly circle, stopping eventually as it settled.
âThis is crazyâŚtheyâre going to kill me before she reads that damn note.â Dan feared, and began to look for a way to get their attention, anything. Their gigantic voices no longer his concern as they praddled on, talking about nothing of great importance to him.
But doing so very loudly.
Dan didnât spot a way onto the table, or any way of breaking through Donnaâs thick wool sock, or overcoming the titanic sandal where Franâs bare toes resided, a sandal easily three or four times as thick as he was tall. He did however spot Fran's purse beside her chair leg.
âMaybe I could hitch a ride...if she were to lift her purse up...maybe.â Dan wasted no time, making for her purse.
âWell, actually I do take issue with that, Donna do you know whatâŚ.â Franâs voice boomed, interrupting Donna mid sentence. As if to emphasise her point, her bare right foot came down, landing very nearly ontop of Dan without so much a warning.
His only saving grace, the gap between her big and second toe.
Dan froze, he had almost been stepped on, crushed by a falling shoe, now very nearly stepped on once more. Saved by a one in a million chance, but introduced to Franâs toejam as a result.
âOhâŚoh god thatâs gross.â Dan heaved, too disgusted to be terrified, or to take this chance to make an attempt to contact her for help.
âMom, thatâs not fair, he tried to apply for EI, but I make too muchâŚand besidesâŚ.â
As quickly as Franâs foot came down, it rose up again, hunting for the sandal she had let drop. Dan ducked, unsure when or where it would come down, but very sure he didnât want to stick around to find out.
Onward, toward her purse strap Dan ran, and waisted no time climbing onto it and holding on for dear life. It wasnât perfect, but it was the only way he was getting up and onto that tableâŚhopefully.
The two women chatted for hours, three in fact while Dan impatiently waited for Fran to lift her purse up...she always did. To get something, normally her phone, or something she just HAD to show Donna. But this time it didn't look like it was going to happen.
âOh for the love ofâŚshut UPâŚall you do is talk!â Dan whined, Franâs slow, deep, bellowing echoey voice already drilling a hole through his skull.
âOkay, wellâŚ.â Franâs voice began, but was cut off as without much warning she stood to her feet, and pushed her chair against the floor. The sound hurt Dan's ear, causing him to release one hand to cover an ear.
âOW Damnit, puck up the chair!â
âWell, I should be heading out...â Fran reached down and took hold of the handle of her purse, lifting it, she slung it around her shoulder, holding on firmly with one hand where the strap met the purse.
âI need to...âDan was about to get off, when darkness overcame him. Fran's hand closed in over him, pinning him to the purse handle. âMHMMHPHFMM!!!â Dan couldn't move, he couldn't struggle. He couldn't even breath. He was pressed against Fran's warm palm, and the cold leather purse strap.
âOk. Still on for tomorrow?â Donna asked, as she gave her mother a hug?
âSure!â Fran rubbed her daughter's back with her free hand.
The two made their way to the door. They spoke, walked slowly...stopped...spoke some more...and made a little more progress. Daniel was in a bad way, his lungs burnt, his compressed chest begged for air, but none was allowed in. Finally there was movement, Fran let go of the strap, to put her jacket on and Daniel was taken up with her hand, stuck to her skin like a squashed fruit fly.
It was a dizzying descent, but somewhere in the process of lifting her hand to put her jacket on Dan came free of her palm and free fell towards the ground.
âWaitâŚFranâŚIâm here donâtâŚwait!â Dan screamed, before the fall took the wind out of him.
But rather than the hard floor, Dan landed on a soft squishy surface, and began to slide off almost immediately. âWoahâŚwoah wait..heyâŚhelp me! Donna help!â
Struggling to keep his hold, he felt another object against his back. Looking around, he could see the underside of Fran's chin as she spoke to her daughter. Her voice was impossibly loud from this vantage.
âWhere the fuckâŚoh noâŚshit.â Dan began to realize where he was, he was sitting atop one of Franâs breasts! The irritation was enough for Fran to absentmindedly scratch her breast and adjust her dress. This separated the two mammaries enough to allow their passenger to slide between them....seconds later they reunited with one another, pressing him firmly between them. Fran adjusted her dress once more, sealing Dan into his prison.
His arm was trapped over his head, his nose and face pressed against her right breast, his back and legs crumpled between her left. He could just see the underside of her jaw, and her neck line, and the giant gold chain of her necklace. He could hear the pounding of her heart, and the heat that emanated off her breasts was terrible. Dan tried to struggle, but he had no leverage...he was pressed flat, held by the strength of her tight fitting dress.
âDâŚoâŚnna!â Dan let out a squeaked, his lungs desperately trying to do their job between the crushing globes of flesh.
âOk, Love you ma...see you tomorrow!â The two goddesses hugged once more, pressing their chests together.
Dan could only hear the sound of Donna's voice...what she was saying was muffled by the breasts that held him tight. The loud pounding of Fran's heart, her rhythmic breathing...and her overpowering voice was all he could make out clearly.
Movement began, with each step she took her breasts heaved and wobbled, heaved and wobbled. The movement was tormenting. Dan struggled vainly as each heave and wobble carried him further and further away from his beloved.
âNo!â Dan screamed. âNot like thisâŚnot with her.â Dan cried, his stomach lurching. He tried to scream, only to be silenced by the breasts holding him prisoner. âNot with herâŚanyone but her.â His heart sank as the possibilities began to sink in. He was her prisoner...and God above help him when she figured it out.
His shrinking adventure was going to happen, just not with the Giantess heâd wanted.
Word Count: 3822
Added: 03/22/2025
Updated: 04/04/2025
Chapter Notes:
Dan finds himself whisked away by the last woman he ever wanted to live out his Macrophille dram with. Now Daniel is in a fight for his life as Francine just may end his life before he's even freed from her cleavage.
Chapter 2
When Daniel Gillman had made the ill fated decision to shrink himself, it had been done with a certain set of expectations. Dan had taken the time to map everything out in his head and foolishly believed he had thought of everything that could have gone wrong.
Dan was a moron.
Even Though he had spent most of his adult life dreaming about what this exact moment would feel like; what it would feel like to surrender all power, abandon independence and forfeit his free will. When it actually came to losing all power, all privilege and recognition as a human being...to become what he was now, that erotic sugar glaze over the whole thing had quickly turned sour and rancid, like ash in his mouth.
This wasnât at all what it was supposed to feel like, Dan mused. It was supposed to be blissful, comfortable, erotic! To be caressed between two breasts, held tightly and warmly like a precious infant. It was supposed to feel warm, safe, comfortable, and pleasurable.
NotâŚwhatever this was!
No where in his fantasies was there room for nausea, suffocation, asphyxia or the crushing brutal weight of the globules of human fat as large as houses.
This wasnât warm, this was sweltering.
He wasnât being softly embraced, he was being crushed! His ribs cracked, his muscles ached. Arms pinned in awkward positions losing sensation as circulation was cut off.
Every step Francine took caused intense pain all over Danâs body as her two breasts smashed together...every breath Fran took tightened his confined prison together. Dan had to fight and struggle for every half breath of air he took in. Fran's breasts pressed together and formed around him, giving him no room and the more he struggled the further ensnared he became.
âComeâŚonâŚlet me go!â Dan tried to pull his arms into a better position, but Franâs sticky, sweaty skin like glue held him in place.
He tried to shove against his confines for more room, but yielding flesh was replaced with more flesh as the fatty deposits on Francineâs chest seemed to form a mould around him form fitting to his body.
âHâŚhelpâŚgoddamn I canâtâŚI canât breathe.â Dan cried, his own tears mixing with the boob sweat all around him. He hadnât imagined ever that of all places, this was where he would die.
Which brought another issue to mindâŚboobâs were a hell of a lot more hot, sweaty and uncomfortable to ride in than he had ever imagined. Which now that he was crushed between, made sense. Skin on skin, confined in a tight space, friction rubbing them together. It was like an oven.
Another inconsistency was of course the person who he found himself a possession of. Daniel had always the pleasure of deciding just who he would dream about. Every giantess in his wildest fantasies was a perfect creation of his own choice. Everything she did, said, felt...was his desire. He had always been the master sculptor.
The reality now was much different.
Dan really was just along for the ride, Francine was the world, every minute movement, unwilling or not, affected Dan's entire life. He had no control, there was no safe word, there was no pause button. He had no more choice over what happened, than who it was that would be the cause in the first place. Never in his wildest dreams would he have chosen to be with Francine, but that was just it⌠Dan was starting to understand, his list of âchoicesâ ended with the decision to forfeit his humanity.
A man the size of a gnat had very little influence over the will of titans. The moment Dan had become ensnared in her gravitational pull, his fate was sealed.
***
Francineâs travels were seemingly endless.
Her breasts were forced together as she reached up to grasp hold of the steering wheel of her bright red 2010 Chevy Corvette convertible. While it may have offered some sense of relief to feel the cool breeze as Fran drove with the top down. This particular day she chose to drive with the roof up, and the heat on.
Of course, Dan had no knowledge of any of this, just the consequences of her actionsâŚa sharp rise in temperature and a severe lack of space as her breasts hugged him even tighter now as Fran drove.
Her choice in music, Country, was not to Danâs liking either, and served to drown out even his loudest screams for mercy. The blaring music took away any small chance his pleaseâs for mercy would be heard as Fran hummed along, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel as she did.
Dan groaned, maybe death wasnât such a bad thing?
When Francine stood suddenly, the cessation of music and signing suggested she had stopped the car? Dan found he had slid further down between her breasts, no longer could he see the underside of her chin. Pale light filtered through, but for the most part he was in darkness. Hot, humid and stale air was all he could take in, and only when her movements were enough to allow precious small amounts in. The rhythmic thumping of her heartbeats drown out all sound from outside leaving only the sound of Franâs sandals crunching gravel to suggest to Dan what was happening..
âLarge black, three sugar.â Franâs enormous voice commanded. There were more words, the ordering of food and random small talk to whomever she was ordering from
The wobbling once more commenced as Francine carried Dan away. He felt a sickening descent as she most likely sat down to consume her food.
She satâŚsilently except for the sickening sound of mastication and the gurgling of her stomach as she swallowed. It made Daniel want to vomitâŚmore than that however, the hot liquid sliding down her esophagus warmed her chest, causing him even more misery.
SweatâŚhe was covered in it. Francineâs and his ownâŚthreatened to drown him. It was in his eyes, up his nose, everywhere. On top of this, he was stiff all over. Dan prayed to whoever or whatever could hear him, for mercy. Prayed to die, prayed to pass out and awake somewhere else, anywhere. But no such ecstasy came. He was forced to endure every moment, every second awake, aware...and in hell.
Eventually Francine stood and made her way outâŚstopping of course to chat with someoneâŚwho Dan would never know. The new voice was so muffled by the globes of breast flesh, he couldnât even distinguish their gender.
Francine laughed, filling his ears with the most obnoxious laugh he knew existed, like something out of a television sitcom. She exchanged pleasantries for what seemed like an eternity, before saying an elongated, drawn out goodbye and leaving at last.
The car ride continued, and the loud, twangy sound of Francineâs music once again filled Danâs world.
He wanted to die.
Finally the time came, a great many sounds began to hint to Dan that she had arrived homeâŚand soon if he was lucky, remove him from hell.
Dan was not so fortunate.
For sure, Fran had in fact arrived home, slipped off her shoes and deposited her purse on a hook by the door. But rather than slip into something more comfortable, Francine Demont put up her feet and turned on the T.VâŚwhere for the next three hours she sat watching prime time sitcoms until she dozed off, in her arm chair.
Dan could only listen to her loud, off putting snoring, powerless to wake her.
Powerless to end his torment.
***
When Fran eventually woke and discovered the time, she dragged herself to her bedroom to begin her nightly routine, slipping off her pants and shirt, then lazily undoing her bra in the process.
And so Danâs cell began to shake and rumble violently, slowly the unrelenting pressure that held him in place began to give.
He was free!
Cool air seeped in, blinding light assaulting his eyes! Release, it was such a blissful feeling Dan could hardly comprehend.
His vision tried to focus on anything, but there was too much to take in. Not that he had much time for that, for as soon as the blissful air blessed his battered form, he began to slide off Francineâs breast, as pressure no longer held them together. Too exhausted to scream, he allowed himself to fall, expecting a hard landing on a cold floor.
But Danâs landing was soft! Dan bounced, then rolled until he came to a stop. Too tired to sit, to stand or to wipe his eyes. Dan squinted, trying to adjust to the light. The alien surface was pink and white with a quilted pattern that went on in all directions for miles. His eyes began to focus on the monolithic naked image of Francine off in the distance.
âFâŚfranâŚâ Danâs throat, cracked and dry, squeezed the desperate words out.
What was she doing? Was sheâŚundressing? That must have meant ge had landed on her bed.
His life was saved by a bed.
Dan could almost laugh. At least he wasnât on the floor anymore.
Francine continued to undress, the last garment to remove her panties. With great effort, Dan turned his head, taking note of her bra, the very instrument of torment which had been used to press her breasts together, as it sat on the bed near him, crumpled, limp and lifeless.
Franâs breasts gave up their bounce and vigor, and sagged just a little. Dan wanted to look away, turn from the image before him, but he found himself entranced. Every muscle begged for rest and even the slight turning of his head felt like the greatest undertaking heâd ever been asked to do. So stare he did, as his own Mother in Law undressed before him, then mulled about for something to wear to bed.
Francine was by far hideous. Sure she was older than he was, her body was not tight and smooth like it had once been. But she was in good shape for a woman chasing her 50âs, and at his diminutive size, it was indeed a sight to behold.
âFrâŚancine.â It took great effort for Dan to speak. Both arms still felt numb from being bent in such awkward positions for so long, and only now was the telltale sensation of pins and needles starting to take effect.
Try as he may, Francine took no notice of him, simply continuing to go about her business, dressing for bed.
Fran disappeared into her ensuite bathroom, leaving Dan alone to recuperate. The silence and rest being what his body needed most right now. But Dan would now allow sleep to take hold. That would be foolish, he was in no place to fall asleep, for soon Francine would come to bed, throw off her comforter and lay her enormous body down to sleep. He would either be thrown off the bed to his death, or crushed under her girth.
âI have to get her attention.â Dan weighed the terrifying possibilities in his head. Oh the things she could do to him, the things she could force him to endure. Was it a death sentence? Would she stomp him like a bug...or force him to live as her possession? Or would she assist him. There was the chance she would show mercy, compassion and help him find his way back to Donna.
Francine wasnât a terrible personâŚthey got alongâŚmost of the time?
âGod...what am I thinking...I can't ask her for help...â Dan moaned. There was no doubt in his mind Fran would take full advantage of her power over him. Even if she didnât torment him like some cliche macrophile villain, she would certainly lord this over him. She would never let him live this down.
Worse, she would use it against himâŚtime and time again.
No, he had to find a way back to Donna himself. Maybe using Francine as an unwilling taxi in the process?
The blaring sound of a klaxon-like alarm tore Dan from his musings. It was loud, repetitive and painful. A brief moment of silence, then againâŚthis pattern repeated over and over until Fran seemed to take notice.
Back into the room, heavy footfalls shaking the ground. She had just slipped on a silk nightgown, and turned towards her nightstand. Dan watched her arm stretch out over an impossible distance, to lift up an old landline telephone that sat by her bed.
âThat racket was a phone?â Dan wondered, horrified. Everything was so alien to him nowâŚso frightening.
âHello?â Franâs voice boomed, invading the sanctity of his thoughts, forcing him to listen.
Dan struggled to look her way, to follow her movements as she paced back and forth along her bed, to and from her night stand.
âOh? Well, have you tried calling him?â Came Franâs response to whomever was on the other end of the phone.
There was a pause as the person on the other end spoke. Dan took this time to pull an arm under himself, then the other. He was starting to get sensation back.
âCalm down calm down...I'm sure he just got tied up somewhere.â Fran's voice was calming, she was attempting to bring whoever was on the other line to ease. Of course, to Dan this âcalmingâ voice still sounded louder and more terrifying than a human voice had any right to be.
âDonna?â Dan lit up, she was talking to Donna...about him! Donna was worried. Which meant she must not have read the note.
Fear began to sink in...something must have happened to his note...and if she didn't read it...she wouldn't know where to look for him. Nobody would...nobody would be looking down.
âWellâŚmaybeâŚâ Francine begen, but paused as Donna cut her off.
âI have to get her to see me.â Dan felt as second wind, Donnaâs presence, even through the phone line feeding his will to live. With much pain and effort Dan forced himself to sit up, groaning.
âDid you call the police....a....and...and what did they say?â There was a pause, Fran sat down on the bed. âWell wait until morning and maybe he will show up somewhere?â
Dan's frantic plea for help turned into a scream for his life, as Fran's silk covered rear end covered the sky.
âFran donât sitâŚ.â Dan screamed, with no time to run, he braced himself for the end. His sentence hadnât even left his mouth before he was consumed in darkness once again.
There was silence, and darkness, and endless pressure form all around. He felt as if he had been removed from his body, and placed in complete confinement, total sensory deprivation If her breasts had been a confining prison, her fleshy rear was a coffin six feet under ground. A soft, silky coffin. There was no air, and his lungs were refused the right to expand. Dan began to black out...his thoughts fading, his consciousness letting go. A final burst of strength pushed him to flail, to fight against the silky doom that encased him. He tried to kick, claw, bite, scream using every ounce of strength he held within!
All of it useless.
Fran's muffled voice broke through, he could hear what she was saying, vaguely, over the gurgling and rumbling that came from whatever was on the other side of this silk nightie. Bowel sounds mostly.
âWell c....e.....in t..e....mo...rni.n..gâ Her voice began to fade.
Once more a low rumble came form Franâs underside.
Dan knew what was about to happen well before it actually did. It was almost funny. Before dying of asphyxiation, Dan would be treated to the most indignant fart of his life.
âPfffffffffftâ Sure enough, as Fran attempted to comfort her middle child, a long, seemingly endless silent fart wafted all around him, choking him in its rank scent.
He had been wrong beforeâŚNOW Dan wanted to die.
Eventually, Francine hung up the phone and placed it gently down on the nightstand, letting out a worried sigh.
âOh dear...â She was concerned for her daughter. Not so much for her missing son in law. Fran took a few moments before standing up, she took a few steps towards the window and brushed the curtain aside looking out from her apartment balcony.
The cool air once again revived Dan and his lungs began to feverishly suck in air. He coughed and sputtered and gagged, rolling over onto his stomach. His body ached...but he was alive. Once more he had survived a terrible ordeal that had been nothing at all like heâd imagined it to be.
Being embraced by a giant woman's rear end was nothing but a smothering, crushing way to die a painful death. Dan felt betrayed by his own desires.
âOh God...oh God...â he cried, coughing and choking to get in as much air as he could. âI don't want this anymore...please God...I take it back...I don't want this! That was nothing like I thought it would be.â Dan closed his eyes, his tears from both pain and fear in equal measures.
In every story he had ever written. All the fictional tiny men he had sent to their death's under the sexy ass cheeks of gorgeous women! There was no ecstasy, no pleasure there at all! Just painful asphyxiation! His life drained from him slowly, as Fran spoke on the phone, she would have killed him...and never known. His life, his dreams...everything he had accomplished...would have been for nothing, snuffed out under another human being's ass. His body would have fallen unnoticed, with no remorse felt from his killer. To die, alone, afraid...under a human being's bottom, there was no Eros, no sexual pleasure! Only fear. Pure fear.
Fran's footfalls alerted Dan to her movement. Her frame passed by the bed, and he watched in awe and respect. If she were still human then Dan was a small insect before her, no more deserving of her attention than a fruit fly. Less and less he saw himself as her equal. She was a terribly powerful creature...who only allowed him to exist out of ignorance.
Dan groaned, forcing himself up to crabwalk backwardsâŚhe had to put distance between himself and her, he had to get away from Fran. But in the first moment of mercy heâd received since shrinking, Fran distanced herself from him, turning out the light as she exited the room, leaving only the dim light from the hall.
Hunger and thirst overcame him, another often overlooked technicality seldom throughout by the average Macrophille.
Dan had not eaten all day, nor had he anything to drink save for the rancid sweat that mixed with his own while trapped in Francineâs cleavage. Now he was alone, in the darkness of his captor's room, on the deserted landscape of her bed with no potential prospects for food or water anywhere near.
âI may as well be lost in the Sahara...â Dan whimpered, standing at last to make a sad attempt at exploring his surroundings. If he couldnât find food, he had to at least try and get off Francineâs bed.
The trek was long, and the climb difficult, but once he reached her pillow and had it scaled...he was presented with a higher vantage point with which to view her bedroom. Maybe there would be a way down off her bed, or an advantage he couldnât see from below? Maybe he could even stay here and use Franâs pillow as a platform to be seen?
âDisgusting worm!â Dan shivered as an image of Fran swatting him like a mosquito invaded his mind, her enormous palm, fingers spread in every direction coming down on him like the worlds most painful High Five.
He wouldnât stand a chance.
âAt least that'd be quick.â Dan muttered, rubbing his sore neck and wincing from the shooting pain in his ribs.
Most of all Dan thought about Donna, how alone and afraid she was right now. Why hadnât his fantasies prepared him for that? What must have gone through the families of all the tiny men who were destroyed in all these wild dreams of his? How many wives are left alone at night, mothers crying for their lost sons? And the cruel goddesses? What of them? Did they ever feel guilt? Shame?
Would Fran feel guilty if she killed him? Would she ever even know?
Dan gave his head a shake. They were fiction...none of them REAL! Of course there was no shame, guilt...because HE had never wanted to think about it...why should it have ever come up! It was just fantasy. This however...this was real.
The landscape began to rumble without notice as Francine returned. Her looming form grew closer and more imposing as she approached her bed.
âFran!â Dan screamed, waving his arms and attempting to jump up and downâŚmaking this mistake only once and grasping his aching side. âNopeâŚcanât jumpâŚâ He winced.
Fran ignored and sat on the bed, while he continued to scream for her assistance, waving his arms as best he could. She said nothing as she folded down the covers and crawled under them, her head landing on her pillow with a âthudâ.
âWoah, hey!â Dan fought to stand, but the depression caused by Fran's head pulled him inward as the land began to slope down! âNoâŚhey wait!â Dan cried, just ecstatic he hadnât been pinned by ANOTHER one of her body parts.
A building sized hand landed on the other side of him, and she quickly tucked it under her head, sweeping Dan down further close to her face! Dan tried to move in time, but was bulldozed along by Franâs thumb.
âFrancine stop!â Dan screamed, but her eyes looked onward, unfocused and uncaring.
Dan pulled himself out from under her thumb and looked toward her eyelids. He was so close, all he had to do was run over and she would be looking right at him. But it was not meant to be, as soon the gigantic eyelids began to shut.
âNo! Don't you go to sleep!â Dan screamed in panic and began to claw and punch at Francineâs lips. âWake up you cow!â
Warm hot air blew at Dan from Francineâs nose like an angry bull, toppeling Dan over effortlessly, then without warning Fran's mouth opened, taking in air like a vacuum as she yawned.
âOh shiâŚâ Dan didn't even have time to scream. He was sucked into her mouth without resistance. The dim light from outside faded as her lips closed. She smacked them open a few times before settling down to sleep.
Dan's movements were noticed on some subconscious level, as Fran's tongue flick upward sending him sprawling backwards. It was pitch dark, he didn't know which way to go! But he soon found he had absolutely no control over it. The wet, humid inner area of her mouth was not a spacious expanse like he had written about so often. There was no room to move, no room to run. He was pressed firmly against her wet smiley tongue, and her tongue pressed firm against the roof of her mouth. The only movement came when enough saliva gathered in her mouth to cause a swallowing response. Dan helplessly found himself carried along for the ride!
Strong thick muscles pressed him from all sides and began to force him down the long tube. There was no struggling, sexual feeling of victory as his goddess pleasured herself to his struggles. He had been sucked in with a gulp of air, and as she drifted off to sleep he was being forced down her esophagus...and she didn't even know it.
Chapter 3: Swallowed by Fate
Word Count: 1388
Added: 03/22/2025
Updated: 04/04/2025
Chapter Notes:
Follow Dan as he becomes an unwilling participant in the foodchain and the painful, dehumanizing process of digestion. Will Daniel Gillman's story be cut short here, or will he find a way out and back to his beloved Donna!
Swallowed by Fate
By Dann
There was no 'ploop' and he was not dropped into a spacious room which held a pool of stomach acid. He was pressed mercilessly into a muscular sac, and rubbed and thrown around, pressed firmly into the strong stomach walls. Digestion was not a slow burning acidic death, but a crushing, suffocating, humiliating end. He was being pressed into her stomach walls by her stomach itself. Pulverized and mashed, broken and torn. Acid would aid in the breakdown of his molecules.
"Oh my God, oh my God. She swallowed me, she fucking swallowed me." Dan cried out into the darkness, choking and coughing on the acrid 'air' that burned on every inhale.
There was no way out of this, no coming back from this moment. Food entered into the stomach for one purpose and one purpose alone, to be digested.
To the ravenous walls of Francine's stomach, he wasn't Daniel Gillman, son in law, he was food.
***
Fran adjusted her pillow and nestled down to sleep. She pounded her head against the pillow a few times, before letting out a content sigh, tucked her hand under her head and began to drift off to sleep. Oblivious as to the peril she had unintentionally placed her least favorite son in law in.
As Fran began to surrender to sleep, her stomach gurgled a little and she frowned, at the burning sensation at the back of her throat.
âGoddamn heart burn.â Francine sighed,threw her comforter off and heaved herself out of bed, making her way to the bathroom. She let out a small burp, rubbing her throat from the discomfort that came with her reflux.
Hastily Francine began to rifle through her medicine drawer for something to solve the problem, all the while unaware of the desperate struggle inside her body.
***
Dan felt what little oxygen he had to breathe escape as a deep bellowing sound that resonated all around him, vibrating the cavernous pit. More rumbles were felt as a great sense of turbulence added to the sickening feeling of motion.
Was she moving? Getting comfortable in bed? Had she heard his pathetic mews for life? Could she be trying to rescue him?
That was highly unlikely as the disturbance settled and the stomach continued churning the leftovers of Francine's midnight snack, mixing him in with the greenish brown chyme.
He coughed, choking in the offensive goo, chest tight and burning as his lungs begged for air.
Dan had signed himself as a goner, his entire life flashing before his eyes as memories of Donna, his honeymoon and their wedding flooded his oxygen starved brain.
How had he wanted this? Dreamt of this, begged Donna to help him fantasize about this? In his mind the stomach was a warm, comfortable hug,or a gateway to an eternal bonding moment with his beloved.
But this? This was hell, this was painful. This was dark, abyssalâŚcompletely and utterly isolated.
He wasn't aroused, he was dying.
Fate, however, would offer Dan a second chance. Rather than drown in a sea of thick soupy muck, he was jettisoned upward, through the process of regurgitation!
Shrouded in darkness, Dan was quickly expelled upward from her stomach, back through the esophagus and into her mouth, where only the faintest suggestion of light broke through her mostly closed lips.
How did this happen? To what did he owe this miracle? Dan was unsure, but he was alive and for the time being free from the humiliation of digestion.
Though hardly out of the woods.
Without a miracle, she would simply subconsciously swallow him again as soon as she felt a foreign object in her mouth. If he was fortunate he would be gnashed between her molars and spared the horror of living through the first stages of digestion.
If he was fortunate.
But the dim light gave way to blinding neon bathroom lights as Fran's teeth and lips began to part, opening a path to freedom
There was a chance now, he had a chance! Dan mustered all his strength and crawled toward the light only to be stopped by a large blue capsule pill held between enormous glossy, manicured thumb and forefinger, roughly herding him back into Francine's mouth and shoving him behind her rows of teeth.
âNo! â Dan screamed.
He had been so close, he was nearly free. It wasn't fair!
His faint hopes of finding a way to fight her swallowing reflex were dashed as a glass was raised to her mouth full to the brim with clear, cold water.
"Of course."
The glasses tilt sent a flood of
water cascading into her mouth.
âIt's not fair.". Dan cried as he was carried
along with the pill, back down her throat once again he began the descent down her esophagus for the second time.
Peristaltic waves from Francine's esophagus quickly carried Dan and the pill he clung to down toward their final destination.
Dan screamed, unable to accept for a second time in one day that he was being eaten alive.
The pill however, ceased its decent, sticking to the walls of Fran's esophagus, and Dan for all he was worth clung on.
A temporary stay of execution.
***
Fran carried the glass of water with her as she made her way back into the bedroom, setting it on her nightstand and taking a seat in her bed.
She cleared her throat a few times rubbing her throat with her hand. Her hand reached for her glass idly and she took another drink to help force the stubborn pill down, clearing and rubbing her throat to assist as she felt it begin to surrender its spot.
Fran may have chugged the whole glass, her lips parting to take in more, when the phone rang.
"Urg." Fran set her glass down and reached for her phone to answer.
âHello?" she answers with a croak in her voice"
It was Donna.
"âŚ..woah...slow down hun. What note? What did he do?â Fran took a moment to look at the phone and gave her head a shake in amazement.
She paused to let Donna continue, the poor dear had worked herself into a tizzy.
âWhy in the world would he do something like that, dear? Are you sure?"
Donna was practically screaming by this point.
"Okay, okay I believe you, calm down. That means he's probably still at home then?â Fran sat down.
Donna began crying.
âWell calm down...I'm sure he's
around somewhere...you just have to be careful. Don't want anything to happenâŚ"
***
Dan could hear every word Francine said, as if he were standing next to a speaker at a Guns N' Roses concert.
"Donna? Donna, I'm here baby! I'm still here!" Dan cried though he was well aware of the futility in his plea.
The voice of God herself went on, bellowing as she tried to calm her daughter down
Dan felt another terrible rumble as the pill began to slip further and further down Francine's esophagus.
"No, no, no, no, no!" Dan cried, at this point this was beyond horrible, it was positively cruel.
***
Fran brought her hand to her throat and took the phone away from her mouth. She took a long drink then brought the phone back.
âI'm sorry...yes I'm still here Sweetie.â Fran began to cough violently, that last drink had fine down the wrong tube.
She brought her hand to cover her mouth and couched until the feeling of aspiration passed. "Yes, I will come over in the morning and help you look."
Donna's frantic cries continued.
"So where did you find this note?â Fran continued to talk.
***
Dan tried to hold on to the gradually deteriorating blue pill, but the first of Francine's cough tore him from his raft and forced him violently upward, back through Fran's mouth past her tongue and teeth and out into a warm, soft surface.
He was in her hand, stuck to her flesh by droplets of spittle from her cough.
"Yes dear, first thing in the morning, Gracie and Sarah too."
Dan listened to the conversation wrap up as Francine looked down at her palm, wrinkling her nose and holding her hand out like it was diseased.
"OkayâŚI love you, everything will work out just fine, we'll find him. Okay. Okay, yes⌠Bye." Francine hung up, set her phone down then reached for a tissue to wipe her hand.
Dan screamed, weak and beaten from his ordeal, watched as Fran seemed to look right at him, then cried in terror as a massive white tissue blotted out the world and swept him up.
Fran balled the tissue on her first and tossed it into the wicker trash pail, then turned her lamp off and went to sleep.
Chapter 4: The Wasteland
Word Count: 2198
Added: 03/22/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025
Chapter Notes:
Our hero wakes to find himself in the desolate wasteland of Francine's room. His survival now dependent on his Mother in Law, can Daniel find a way to make himself seen, or is he doomed to die alone, afraid and forgotten on the floor?
Daniel had overlooked the realities of hunger and thirst while planning his size-changing adventure. When he woke up the next morning, he found himself cold, alone, and starving on the bottom of Fran's bedroom waste bin. Not only was he sure from the previous night's ordeal, but weak from hunger and thirst. Rather than waking up refreshed and ready for the dayâs challenges, Daniel had a monster headache and a dry mouth.
Dan's first priority was to escape from the trash bin in Fran's bedroom, which turned out to be easier than he expected. The wicker weave design of the bin allowed him to slip through the tiny gaps, despite his plump figure. It was the first bit of luck he had experienced since shrinking.
While the goddess moved along with her day, he scurried around the floor hunting for the most basic of sustenance. A droplet of water, a scrap of food, anything. So many stories, so many fantasies...never did he once stop to think about food and water. How did insects do it? No doubt some evolutionary advantage that allowed them to survive under drought conditions? Maybe they were able to extract moisture from their food? Or maybe the reason there are always so many crusty exoskeletons laying around the house was because they too died of dehydration in the desert of the human home?
Dan had already gone nearly twenty four hours without water, and was fairly sure heâd heard somewhere that two or three days was the limit of the human body? Whatever the case, he was starting to feel the ill effects of dehydration and hunger; a splitting headache, dry mouth and weakness. Even concentrating on the task at hand, finding food and water was difficult, his mind kept wandering and he found himself day dreaming and drifting into vacant stares toward nothingness.
Dan found himself without a clear plan of action, so he started by wandering aimlessly around Fran's bedroom, hoping to find a way out. However, the task was not as simple as it seemed from his new, bug's eye view. The unfamiliar terrain and colossal furniture mountains made it difficult to navigate, and any direction he took could lead him to a dead end, corner, or wall. Of course, terrifying sounds from every which way only served to heighten his uncertainty and raise his anxiety levels.
The terrain was a treacherous wasteland of dust, dirt, and debris. What was once overlooked by the human eye now loomed large as landmarks in Dan's new perspective. Dust bunnies the size of tumbleweeds threatened to ensnare him in their mix of hair, dirt, and waste. Even the smallest cracks in the hardwood floor were now treacherous canyons that required careful navigation. Dan couldn't help but shudder at the thought of what other dangers lay ahead in this strange world, where even the most mundane objects could become deadly obstacles.
Whatever had the gall to survive in such an unforgiving environment was certainly easily capable of making a meal out of him, that much he could be certain of.
The now all too familiar sound of approaching footsteps tore Dan from his trance. The terrible sound echoed off the walls and shook the very foundation of the floor, making it difficult for him to hone in on which direction the footsteps were coming from. Because of this, a terrible feeling of helplessness overcame him at the uncertainty of something so large and dangerous moving toward him so quickly, whilst he had no idea where exactly the threat was coming from. His perspective was so limited; he could only see a few feet in any given direction, meanwhile Fran could be almost anywhere with the ability to cover so much more ground than he could. The floor began to vibrate as she drew nearer, convinced at any second he could end up smeared to the bottom of a foot or shoe. Daniel tried to run, but without knowing which direction was best, his mindless running may as well have been bringing him closer to the threat, rather than farther away.
In all honesty, he appeared quite pitiful. If someone had been observing him, the Benny Hill Yakkity Sax theme would undoubtedly have played in their mind. He scurried and darted in circles, resembling a frantic insect desperately escaping for its life.
.
When Fran finally came into view; she wore a pair of blue capris and a blue and white blouse, with an off white cardigan with navy blue socks covering her feet. From a distance he could make her out in her entity, but as she narrowed the gap between them her frame seemed to stretch further and further into the sky until her breasts cut off the view of her face and neck, then her stomach cut off the view of everything above it...soon he could see nothing but her sock-covered feet and ankles.
"Fr... Francine!" Dan attempted to call out, but his voice came out as a raspy squeak, struggling to find its way through his constricted throat. His parched tongue moved against his chapped lips, as he desperately tried to moisten them, hoping to give his voice the best possible chance.
Fran moved past him, her long strides taking her directly overtop of Danielâs scrambling self and towards her vanity where she went about her business. All of his panic and fear, and she hadnât even registered his existence.
He froze, fixated on the fuzzy sole of Francine's stocking-clad foot as it passed overhead. He followed her with his eyes as she lumbered off and settled finally in front of an impossibly large vanity. Dan couldn't discern what she was doing, but the noise she made was unmistakable. Despite his crippling fear of her, which was only exacerbated by his recent trip to her stomach, he found himself drawn to her as his only chance for rescue. His survival now hinged completely on being discovered by Francine, as he saw no other way out of her bedroom, let alone her condo and the city beyond, back to his own home and Donna. If by some miracle he managed to make it back on his own, he would still face the near-impossible task of getting Donna's attention. Francine was his world now, and every other human might as well have been on another planet. He knew it was a slim hope, but it was the only one he had at the moment.
Dan stumbled into a jogging pace towards her, his aching body responding sluggishly. If she moved or heaven forbid left the room he would be lost once more, left to his own devices, at the mercy of whatever hungry crawling being lurked in the dark dusty corners of Francineâs condo.
âStay there. Please just once in your life do something considerate and just this once...stay where you are.â Daniel worked faster to close the ridiculously long gap only a few of her strides had placed between them.
Whatever was keeping her busy, seemed to have her complete attention, as she didn't move much, she pivoted a little, moving her weight from one foot to the other and every once in a while one foot would slide back a little But much to Danâs delight she didn't move from that spot she wasâŚuntil however a loud musical tune interrupted her, drawing her attention with a half twist of her torso and a turn of her neck.
âOh!â Francine looked off toward the source of the noise, then without warning turned on her heel and with one stride stepped over Dan leaving him miles behind her in mere seconds.
âNo! Oh come on you unimaginable bitch!â Daniel took a deep breath and bit his lip in frustration. The loud musical tone repeated a few times, he recognized it to be her cell phone.
The thunder of footsteps sent Dan into another panic as Fran moved back into the room with incredible speed, back to the vanity where she had been preparing herself. This time she carried with her a cell phone pressed between her ear and shoulder and her purse likely where she had dug the phone out. Dan hardly had any time to react; the purse was dropped beside her as she spoke into the phone. Her side of the conversation seemed unimportant to his current predicament, which is he was sure she was not speaking to Donna as she mostly spoke about things he had no interest in. Danielâs greater focus remained on discovery! He had to get off the floor, closer to eye level, where he stood a chance of being seen.
Danâs eyes fell upon Francineâs purse.
The last time he had tried this, he ended up in living the nightmare of a scenario he presently found himself in. Needless to say, things didn't go as planned and because of that he nearly paid for it with his life.
Daniel gave his head a shake and backed away...he was not about to make the same mistake again. Back towards the looming goddess he ran, until he approached her, close enough to reach out and touch her big toe, protected behind a thick blue sock. Its size was none the less impressive, dwarfing him utterly and completely. The thick material of her sock protected her feet from creatures his size...making getting her attention all the more difficult.
No, Dan wouldnât repeat the same mistake as before! He would make all new terrible mistakes!
âI can't believe I am going to try this...â Dan whimpered.
Daniel reached out and grabbed hold of the thick material of her sock, the fibers were strong and soft, with his other hand he reached up higher, and attempted to pull himself upward. It was easy to dig his feet into the flexible material of her sock giving him the leverage he needed to pull himself up higher and soon he was able to hoist his leg up over top of her toenail onto the flat surface of her foot.
âAll things considered, this is kind of easy.â Dan laughed, pulling himself up onto the flat of her foot.
Once on top, he craned his neck back to get a better view of the obstacle that lay before him. Fran stretched for miles above and not all of her looked as easy to climb as her toe had been.
âThis isn't going to work...is itâŚ.â Dan's voice grew frustrated. âIâll soon fall to my death.â Dan felt ill, what had seemed like such a good idea was now, like everything else not at all what he had expected.
âOkay, Iâll leave now.â Fran bellowed, closing her phone and letting it slide down into her purse from her hand with hardly any effort.
âWait what!â Dan cried out as Franâs foot moved quickly and without warning in tandem with the other!
She was walking!
âNo, stop, let me off!â Dan felt his right foot, tangled into the weave of her sock fibers and did the only thing he could, he held on for dear life as the G-forces pressed him against the fabric of the sock.
âLet me off! Fran stop!â Dan cried and clung on for dear life, digging his fingers into the fabric, as Fran took him on the scariest ride of his life.
The world blurred past him at such a speed he had never felt before that sound itself blended together. All he could feel, hear, and see was a mix of colors, sounds and noise. Dan didn't even have much time to feel sick, or afraid as everything was happening too fast for any of that.
By the time Francine stopped walking, Dan was barely conscious. Having nearly passed out from the incredible force of her footsteps.
âWait.â Dan mumbled meekly as the momentum of her foot shifted to a raising and tilting motion now.
Fran lifted her foot ever so slightly up and pointed her toes downward toward the mouth of her shoe.
Danâs foot was pulled free as he slid off Francineâs foot toward the padded inclined inner sole of Franâs shoe and began to roll down toward the toe section.
Dan stopped in a dark place where the ceiling and floor met at a round intersection, stopping abruptly when his body made contact with the toe section of Francineâs boot.
âOh god.â Dan screamed, all too aware of where he had fallen into.
Francineâs invading foot was enough to confirm what he already knew, he was inside her boot!
âYup, sounds about right.â Danâs body went limp as Fran slipped her foot into the black high heel short boot. It was suede and only came past her ankle, but had a fancy buckle over the top and matched the blouse she was wearing perfectly.
Dan was in darkness, pinned under the stuffy fabric of Francineâs sock. stuck behind her toe-line.He felt more pressure than he ever had before all around him as the immense foot atop him wiggled, pressed and scrunched itself into position. He screamed for mercy, he screamed into the void, he screamed to deaf ears, sealed into his prison of suede, flesh and fabric.
Francine bent over and zipped up the sides of each then stood, wiggling her feet until they were comfortable, stretching her toes out and curling them a few times until her feet were snug. She threw her purse over her shoulder and left her apartment.
Chapter 5: Claustrophobia
Word Count: 2040
Added: 03/22/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025
Chapter Notes:
When last we left, our dunce of a hero Daniel Gillman had gotten himself into quite a pickle. After tampering with his porta sizer and shrinking himself much smaller than intended, Dan found himself on the adventure of a lifetime, taken home unaware by the last person in the world he ever wanted to be alone with at this size, his Mother in Law Francine!
Dan was practically frantic with desperation. This experience was quite unlike anything he could have imagined, it was as if he had been placed in a cramped, dark stuffy box and tossed around like a soccer ball.
With every footstep Fancine took, Daniel felt a sickening accent, and a jostling, crushing landing afterwords. The enormous weight of toes above him crushed and mashed him into the padded fabric of her footwear, it was a torment with no end, a dark, confided, claustrophobic hell, and there was no escape.
âI canât breatheâŚI need airâŚitâs so stuffy.â Dan coughed, clawing at the ground he was mashed into and desperate to feel clean, fresh air once more, but denied with every thundering footfall.
Even the smell was overwhelming his senses. It wasnât erotic and alluring as he once imagined it would be. No, instead it was nauseating.
Dan had once thought he would be warm, comfortable and safe, like being wrapped up in a beautiful foot-buirito. Now he was just hot, bruised and afraid!
Every once in a while the atrocious jostling would come to an end and Dan would be offered a brief moment of crushing respite. The enormous weight of her big toe pinning him effortlessly to the fabric insole was intense and no matter how hard he struggled against it, he couldnât free himself neither could he convince the brute of a toe to ease up on his small frame.
âOh, that would be lovely, thanks!â Dan could hear Francineâs voice up above, muffled by great distance between them and the fabric of shoe and foot atop him. Whatever was the reply, he couldnât make out, neither could he hear the goings on of the outside world. Franâs muffled voice was his only link to the world outside.
âI canât take this! Let me outâŚFrancine let me out of here! Iâm dying in hereâŚhelp meâŚsomebody help me!â Dan began to scream, thrash about and claw at the nylon of Francineâs foot, all in vain impotent despair.
âIâll see you later than, thanks.â Francineâs voice thoomed, and then the carnival ride from hell began once more, and Daniel Gillman once again felt his stomach leave his body only to come crashing back as the world around him quaked terribly with every impact.
This went on for an inordinate length of time, there was no way for Dan to sense the passage of time, every footstep melted together in a monotonous and continual battery of his senses. The closest he came to allerting Francine to his presence was a momentary stop so she could readjust her foot in her shoe. A tease of fresh air seeped in before the faint trace of light was taken from him again, leaving him in darkness once more.
In the chaos Daniel had been shoved out of place and pinned against the toe section of Francineâs boot by her big and second toe. It was a position change and allowed him to move his aching limbs. This too would only be a brief respite, as a simple curling of her toes as if to scratch an itch greedily collected him back where he belonged, pinned under her big toe once more.
âNo! StopâŚIâm in hereâŚdonât do itâŚâ Danâs voice cracked and he coughed, his lungs pleading for fresh air.
Depression set in, his most passionate fury hardly an aggravation for Francine.
When Dan believed his body could no longer take the assault, he was given an elongated rest as Francine seemed to stop. A great weight was taken off him, as he seemed as if floating in mid air. Dan could only deduce that Francine was sitting down now. The rhythmic shaking of his prison, maybe the causal bouncing of her crossed legs? He really had no way of knowing.
Fran had remained mostly stationary for quite some time, and there was a lot of conversation, the only part of it he could hear of course coming from Francine herself.
He of course took every chance he could to rally for her attention. When there was a break in the conversation, when she stopped shaking her foot long enough to gather his senses, and when her toes would cease their endless assault on him and remain still long enough for him to catch a full breath.
Nothing helped.
âI donât even really like feet! Okay!â Dan screamed into the void. Oh sure, that was a lie, but it was closer now to being the truth than it ever had before.
âYou knowâŚ.and another thingâŚwe really need toâŚDonnaâŚand I donât thinkâŚ.â Dan had given up shouting long enough to focus in on the conversation, picking up about every other word thanks to the ambient noise around them drowning Franâs voice out. But heâd heard all he needed to.
She was talking about Donna, his Donna!
âDonnaâŚâ Dan whispered. If she knew what he had been reduced to, if she could see him nowâŚless than a man, less than an insect. Reduced to lint gathered under her mothers toe?
It was humiliating in a way he had never felt before. Heâd traded his humanity for nothing more than a fetish.
â... really better offâŚ.and now thatâŚ.canât imagine why heâd do thatâŚ.â
Now they were talking about him? Dan sank, what was left of his will to fight left him, and he let his body sink into topar.
Who was she talking to? Who was so important that she could share this sensitive information with? Dan knew Francine, she wouldnât share information with anyone that would hurt her reputation, or that of her family? That meant whomever she was lunching with, had to be somebody close and personal?
It didnât matter, he would never live long enough to see their face. It was maddening! He had all but exhausted himself throwing a tantrum in hopes of being noticed, and was about to surrender to sleep, when life giving cool air quickly invaded his prison cell, followed by a blinding light
Dan could see the trace outline of Francineâs foot slipping free of her boot. For a moment he had been taken along for the ride, only to fall and roll back to the toe section due to the incline of her shoe. He was still trapped, but he could breathe, and see once more! In comparison, it was heaven. But more importantly, there was now hope!
âAll I'm saying is the Man has to be a little strange in the head to do a thing like that.â Dan could hear Fran's voice clearly now, as if he was standing right next to her, just as loud and obnoxious as ever.
âI know Ma...â The second voice was familiar, very familiar...Ma? It was Donna!
âI'm serious Donna, do you realize the effort he had to have put into it? Port-a-Sizer's don't just SHRINK people on their own. They make them like that for a reason.â Fran spoke with a condescending tone.
âHâŚhe had to have been planning this for a while then...â Donna sounded confused, lost, frightened.
âMhmm.â
âWell...well maybe he's still at home then! Somewhere hoping I find him! Maybe it can be reversed!â There was a spark of hope in her tone.
âI don't know...how could he survive? You may have even...well...â There was a pause, neither voice spoke. Daniel could hear commotion amongst the silence and soft jazz music playing in the background. There were other distant voices, clanging sounds, and such. It took a moment for him to get the strength to crawl towards the opening of the shoe. But once he did, he almost wished he had not.
Miles above him, towering well out of reach, was the rim of Fran's pump. A sinking helpless feeling overcame him.
âAww come on! Give me a god damn break!â Dan kicked the inner wall of her shoe, and let out a string of profanity. With intense vigor he threw himself at the vertical wall before him, as if he expected to climb the wall like a spider. But he simply slipped down onto his stomach. He jumped, reached and strained, until he had exhausted himself once more. But there was no chance he was ever going to climb that wall. It was many times higher than him.
âI can't give up. Donna! Donna! HELP!â Dan backed up and took a run at one of the shoe walls, body checking it as hard as he could! Without stopping he ran at the opposite wall, body checking it, and then back and forth, back and forth. But his efforts didn't even budge the shoe. The man made testament to orthopedic style and easily held him within its belly.
As he heaved and panted, he once again focused on the ongoing conversation between his wife and his mother in law, silently rooting for Donna as if her victory over her mothers condescension meant life and death for himâŚas it very likely did.
âYou might have to face the fact that he's just gone sweetie. What good would calling the police do? Even the best investigators wouldn't be able to find him. He could have been eaten by some bug, stepped on...â There was a grave tone to Fran's voice.
Was she really trying to convince Donna to just give up, to abandon all hope and count him as lost? He wasnât gone, he was right under their noses! He needed help!
âDonnaâŚDonna Iâm here baby, right hereâŚdonât listen toâŚ.â Danâs voice was interrupted by Donnaâs much more commanding tone.
âWe can't give up mom...we just can't.â Donna was crying audibly now.
âDon't give up...I'm right here...hun I'm right here....â Dan whispered, tears falling from his face too now.
âAnd we wonât. We'll go home and look again...I don't know...we'll bring a magnifying glass? We'll think of something...but Donna...you have something else to consider too.â
âHmm?â Donna sniffled.
âWhat Dan did...it's very illegal. Tampering with a port-a-sizer is a federal offense...and you know...â
âWhat are you suggesting, mother?â Donna sounded horrified.
âNow calm down Donna. Listen to me. If you call the police, and they DO find him, it won't be a happy ever after. They will take him away, arrest him. And where will that leave you?â
âBut he needs help...â
âAnd we will help him...IF we can find him. But we have to keep this a secret, for his sake.â â
âNo!â Dan screamed. âDonna! Call them...please...Donna don't listen!â Dan was terrified at what he was hearing. Donna had to call the police, a simple body check...forensic investigation...hell dusting for prints...all he needed was to be under the âmicroscopeâ long enough to be found! Donna and Fran alone would NEVER find him!
âI...guess youâre right.â Donna broke into tears once more.
Danâs heart sank. He fell to his knees, a crushing feeling of defeat and hopelessness embracing him.
âSheâs going to convince her to give up on meâŚthe bitch is going to manipulate her until she gets her way, just like she always does.â Only this time, Dan wouldnât be there to pull Donna out of the hole her mother trapped her in. âFrancine, you bitch!â Dan shouted, and in his rage didn't notice the looming shadow until it was directly over top of him.
He looked up in time to see Fran's toes pointing downward entering the shoe.
âOh God!â Dan crawled and scrambled he was worth, to escape from the shadow of Fran's foot. âWaitâŚwait no stopâŚIâm here god damnit!â
For a moment he almost thought he was going to make it to the toe section, however to his horror Fran's toes overcame him, and he found himself under her foot!
âWait...stopâŚnot like this!â Dan screamed, until the unearthly weight of his mothers foot forced the air out of him. He was pinned, much worse than before now.
Fran's foot pinned Dan under the boney ball of her foot. The weight of her foot alone was enough to cause Dan extreme pain. His face smooched against the insole of Fran's pump, his other cheek against the fabric of her nylons.
âMmmmfpt!â Dan cried, but only silence awaited him, total silence.
Dan struggled with renewed vigor! This caused Fran to adjust her foot until it was comfortable. Once she was satisfied the aggravation was conquered, she settled in and again there was silence, no movement...nothing. All he could do was wait...wait for her to stand, or to even so much as press down absentmindedly.
âMmmmm!!â Silence
âMmlpâŚmafft!!â No response.
Nothing but complete and total sensory deprivation if not for the overwhelming and powerful pulse of Francineâs heartbeat felt through her pulse.
DeadâŚsilence.
Chapter 6: In the Shadow of Power
Word Count: 3151
Added: 03/22/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025
Chapter Notes:
Fran and Donna confront the fallout from Danâs dangerous obsession with his size fetish. As Donna struggles with her feelings of guilt and confusion, Fran offers her support, but the situation takes a dark turn when Danâs reckless actions put him in mortal danger. Trapped under Franâs foot, Dan reflects on his mistakes, while Fran makes a shocking discovery....
Fran listened to Donna with tear-stained eyes. She explained how frustrated she had been over the last few months, with Dan having been withdrawn into this strange fantasy of his while she was forced to deal with most of their financial and marital problems herself.
Donna later explained Dan's size fetish to her mother, detail for detail. "So he gets some sort of strange sexual pleasure...from the idea of being tiny?" Fran spoke; confusion, denial mixed with perhaps amusement, and just a dash of condescension.
"Yea, I guess so?â Donna paused, pursing her lips in thought. She took a drink from her mug to quench parched lips. She was still only for a second before roaring to life once more, talking as much with her hands as her mouth... âI mean, it has mostly been harmless so far? But he has become obsessed with making it a reality. He started losing interest in home, work, and even our friends! Heâs stopped playing video games, and just the other day I had to remind him to shower and eat something. Ma, I had to remind DAN to eat something! All he ever does now is write these strange stories and chat on these giantess chat rooms." Donna wiped a tear from her eye and grasped the clear tea mug between her hands. The warm feel and the fresh aroma were comforting.
Fran was silent for a moment, hands clasped together with her elbows resting on the table. She watched Donna, nodding at key intervals, but kept her expression for the most part tame and placid. "Donna hun, itâs clear he was not right in the head," Fran spoke at last, her voice warm, soft, and comforting.
"Heâs always asking me to role play with him... pretend to... step on him or to tell him I would... eat him. And, I mean, I donât mind a little fun in bed; Iâll even entertain these fantasies... but I donât know... itâs just... I never thought he would... well..." Donna's voice cracked and she gently trembled. "Is there something wrong with me, momma? Was I not good enough? Should I have tried harder? Maybe I should have agreed to make those stupid videos he wanted to do. Why would he do something like this?" Donna began to sob once more, drawing concerned looks from across the cafe.
Fran leaned forward, robbing Donnaâs shoulder, gently hushing and consoling her. There was nothing she could say to take the pain away, but she could be present, and that was more than enough for the moment.
Meanwhile, in the confines of Francineâs shoe, Dan fought in abject desperation for his life. The pressure had grown unbearable under the ball of Fran's foot, forcing his face into the murky sole of her acrid shoe. He wanted nothing more than to scream for Donna, but his words were squeezed from his lungs the more Franâs foot began to settle. The enormous weight on his tiny body would soon shatter him if he didnât find a way to alert Francine to his presence. Of course, to make matters worse, Dan could hear the conversation above through the stuffy confines of Francineâs shoe clearly enough, and every word out of Donna's mouth sent daggers through his heart.
âDonnaâŚsweetheart no⌠itâs not like that!â He coughed, the smothering force all around him unyielding even in his sorrow.
He had never stopped to think about what effect a sudden change to their lives like this would have on the both of them. Donna had never been comfortable with his fetish, but she was never judgmental or rude about it. They always found a way to fit in with their sparse but intimate sex life, even if sometimes it did feel a little forced or one-sided. That she felt like this, trapped, cornered, and forgotten, broke his heart...
As thundering voices continued to clamor above, the thick fabric of Franâs sock was pressing hard on Dan's skin, pressing into every micrometer of his tiny frame. That was hardly even the worst part, for he knew she could stand at any moment, ending his life without so much as a second thought. "F... Francine... Help!â Dan shouted, trying to wiggle, squirm, tickle her, anything. He put everything he had into just making enough of an impact to make this woman even mildly uncomfortable, but the thick, warm socks protecting her feet yielded his efforts fruitless. Soon tears had run their course, and his body held no more energy for struggling and screaming. Daniel has resigned to his fate. A deep feeling of regret for what he had done washed over him, filling the pit of his stomach with knots and churning sickness.
He was going to die here because of his own stupidity.
"Now you listen to me, Donna, there is nothing wrong with you!" Fran took her daughter by the chin and gently directed her face towards her own. "Youâre beautiful, hardworking, smart, and sexy. This is Dan's loss." Fran waited for her words to sink in before letting go of her daughter's face.
Donna slowly nodded. "Y⌠yeah you're right." Donna half smiled through a tear-streaked face.
"Of course I am. To hell with Dan, he clearly did this to himself out of some perverse, sick sexual obsession!" Fran spoke with confidence. Absent-mindedly she adjusted her foot; something felt off, but it was not enough to merit her attention.
"But Ma, I can't just abandon him. He's my husband? I love him." Donna whimpered defiantly. âMaybe heâs somewhere I havenât looked... he could be right under my nose, and how would I even know? Oh, it makes my stomach hurt, Ma.â Donna pulled her arms off the table into her lap, eyes downcast toward the same direction.
"I know, sweetie.â Francine emphasized, clearing her throat and adjusting her cutlery, âWe will still look for him. But IF we can't find him, you can't blame yourself." Fran soothed Donna, her gentle tone warm and familiar, reaching out to rub her cheek gently with her thumb.
"Y⌠yeah momma you're right." Donna smiled faintly, taking a drink from her mug. "I'm gonna go freshen up⌠I⌠I'll be right back." Donna set her mug down and wiped her eyes with her arm.â
âI'll be here." Fran smiled and watched her daughter stand and walk away.
Donnaâs signature confident long strides were reduced to a nervous shuffle, wearing every bit of uncertainty and panic over her shoulders like a yoke. âThanks, Mama; you always know how to make me feel better.â Donna turned, offering up a thin, worn smile before shuffling away.
Dan had been sobbing since Donnaâs confession of frustration. He no longer felt the desire to be found. In fact, if he was rescued, he was fairly sure that would bring Donna more heartache than closure. âThis is all my fault; I made her feel this way. How could I have been so recklessly stupid?!â Dan felt lower than the dirt, though in reality, he was about on par with it at the moment, especially given his situation. As Fran ever so slightly adjusted her weight, Dan welcomed the quick death he so anxiously anticipated. "I'm sorry, baby! I didn't mean to do this to you! Oh God, I'm sorry, Donna..." Dan sobbed.
Fran's lips formed a tight scowl; without the distraction of conversation, she could not more easily notice the nagging aggravation under her heel. She adjusted and wiggled her foot for a few seconds, but the pebble-like lump would not yield. Quickly, she pushed her chair back and leaned down, slipping her foot out of her shoe. Her finger hooked under her soul and she hunted for the foreign object. Once she made contact with it, she fished it out with her forefinger, quickly set her foot back into her shoe, and tucked herself back under the table. Once settled, she turned her attention to the object in her hand.
âWhatâs this?â Dismissive at first, but as her eyes fixated on the tiny man between her thumb and forefinger, her dark grey eyes went wide, her jaw agape and slack as a shocked gasp escaped her mouth. "How in the⌠what in the..." She pulled the limp figure close to her face, taking a quick peek around to see if anyone was looking first.
Dan was pressed firm between the thick pads of Fran's fingers, dwarfed by her long painted nails. He blinked as the bright light assaulted his eyes, for which each had trouble focusing on Fran's enormous face. She was too much to take in all at once; all he could make out from such a close vantage was her leathery tan skin and her great big grey eye watching him closely. "Waaaaaa!" Dan screamed and began to flail madly, unprepared for the sight that welcomed him once he had regained his senses.
Even though sheâd been made aware of what Dan had likely done to himself, Francine still found herself in doubt, staring at her son-in-law as if he were an alien or some sort of fantasy creature. "Dan⌠I canât⌠I mean⌠you really..." Fran blinked, stupefied by the sight before her. She had known what to expect and was still taken off guard.
âFrancineâŚhelp me⌠I need you to take me to Donna right now; Iâve made a terrible mistake and...â Dan began, crying out in pain at both the terror his eyes attempted to behold and the crushing pressure on his ribcage as Francineâs fingers smashed him together.
The look of confusion and wonder on Francineâs face widened into a very pleased and confident smile. "This is quite an unexpected discovery." Her deep voice purred as she rolled him around like a crust of bread between her fingers. She wasnât exactly sure how much his small frame could withstand and had no intention of killing him, but neither was she aware of just how impactful even a small show of force could be to him now.
"Gahhhh!" Dan screamed such a scream loud enough to wake the dead. He had never seen another person up close from this vantage, nor had he ever felt this helpless, afraid, and vulnerable.
âOh wow, I canât hear a word youâre saying. I can see your little lips moving, but I canât hear a thing.â Francine remarked, taking another quick look around the cafe before adjusting her posture to look nonchalant.
Danâs screaming only intensified. He didnât want to be with her, held so carelessly like refuse. He had to get back to Donna; he had to walk her through the process of reversing this nightmare he brought onto himself; he had to get away from this bitch and into the hands of somebody he loved and trusted.
"Now now, DannyâŚâ Francine looked down over the bridge of her nose, eyeing the little speck in her hand with greedy delight. â Is that any way to greet your mother-in-law?" Franâs look descended into a sinister grin. "You donât look very happy to see me, dear?â Fran tilted her head to the side, resting it in her free hand, elbow on the table. âPitty, because I am -thrilled- to see you."
Dan gathered his bravado and calmed his nerves; if he wanted to get out of this alive, he would need a level head and a quick wit. "No, I am glad you found me; you've no idea how long I was..." Dan paused as his eyes fell ensnared by the gargantuan eye scrutinizing him.
Francine was in her late forties, with smooth, tan skin and striking, confident features. Her prominent nose and jawline framed piercing grey eyes that missed nothing. Her hair, mostly black with streaks of grey, was styled just enough to be polished without looking overdone. Normally, his mother-in-law reminded him of a more commanding, older version of his delicate, breathtaking Donna. But from his current vantage point, squeezed between her fingers, she was an awe-inspiring, towering presenceâa goddess whose immense features loomed over him, both mesmerizing and terrifying. Long, red-painted nails shaded him from light, and the thick, tough skin on the pads of her fingers pinned him without question. Her voice was loud and commanding, like nothing he had ever heard.
"Oh, sweetheart, didnât you listen the first time? I canât understand a word youâre saying. I suppose your tiny little voice is just too faint to be heard," Fran boomed, her tone edged with impatience and dismissal.
Dan refused to believe this; there had to be a way he could get her to listen. "I said, I am glad you found me! You have no idea how long I have been trying to..." Dan began but was interrupted once more, Francineâs more commanding voice cutting through his like a hot knife through butter.
"I see your lips moving, but nothingâs coming out," Fran remarked, her tone laced with boredom and unsettling finality.
"I said, I. Am. Happy. You. Found. Me!" Dan shouted, straining his voice until he coughed from the effort. But Fran only looked down at him with that same bored, dismissive, and smug expression.
With her head resting in her hands, Fran glanced down at Dan only briefly, clearly trying to appear as though she wasnât addressing anyone. "Well, itâs a good thing I found you before Donna," she began confidently. "The last thing she needs right now is to deal with this." Fran sighed, her gaze drifting away from Dan as she stared ahead, looking lost in thought.
"Huh, what do you mean, Fran? I need you to get me to Donna. We have to reverse this; it is reversible! Just give me to Donna, and she will take care of this." Dan shouted, but there was no response, no eye contact, nothing so much as a nod of acknowledgment. It was as if she wasnât even listening. âOh fuck, she really canât hear me. Oh, this is bad, really bad.â
Fran continued to hold Dan between her thumb and forefinger, poised in such a way that she looked as natural as could be, just another customer waiting for somebody else. She held him away from herself as if he were a contagious pathogen or a putrid spoiled egg.
âWellâŚâ Francine sat up, then took a drink of her tea and set the mug down, looking down through her nose at Dan as she set the hand that clenched him down to rest on the table, keeping him well pinned between her fingers. "You've chosen this for yourself, Dan. It was a selfish and bullheaded thing to do, and now I suppose you must live with the consequences.â Fran muttered, her voice slowly boiling over. âDonna has been devastated by your recklessness." Fran paused as she idly rolled him between her thumb and forefinger.
"Gahh!" Dan cried as flesh assaulted him on all sides, rolling his arms and legs into unnatural positions. âFran, this is none of your business; just take me back to Donna!â Dan shouted, aware his words were being absorbed by the universe, never making it to Franâs ears. This was raw; this was a son-in-law unleashing pent-up frustration. Fran was always sticking her nose in where it didn't belong, and he was tired of it.
"Do you know what I donât get, Dan?â Fran sighed, the anger ebbing away, replaced once more by apathy. âWhy? Why would you choose this? I mean, just look at you. Youâre smaller than a bug now; how can you live like this?â Francineâs eyes glanced down at the man in between her fingers, difficult to make out even from this closeness. âDid you think of that? How can you support yourself? How can you support Donna?" Fran took Dan and raised him to eye level. She peered at him with conviction, her look angry and offended.
âF⌠Fran please..." Dan begged, but she continued on with her rant.
"Did you stop to think about how this would affect her?" Fran gave her head a shake. "A woman needs a man who can protect her, Dan, not an insect," Fran emphasized the last word as she squeezed Dan a few times.
"Yeah, I get it! I fucked up! But this is curable! It can be fixed, ok? Just give me to Donna, and she will take me to the..." Dan was interrupted; Fran had not even been looking at him as he talked, a subtle reminder that his voice was now lost to him.
"But Dan, that you actually want to live like thisâI just donât understand." Francine shook her head, her tone slipping into something almost regretful. "But so be it. If this is what you wanted, then this is what you will have." Her voice carried a commanding finality, leaving no room for objection.
"Well good. Just give me to..."
"But, Donna will have no part in this." Fran spat.
âWaitâŚwhat does she meanâŚâ Dan had given up trying to communicate verbally and was now simply verbalizing his thoughts.
"She will move on⌠eventually. I will see to that." Fran lowered her hand to the table once more and began to sift through her purse with her free hand.
"No, she canât mean that? Fran, you canât do this! Think about what youâre sayingâthis is your daughter, my wife! You canât keep us apart! This is kidnapping! Fran⌠FranâŚdonât you do this, Francine Delmont!" Dan began to struggle once more, digging deep down to find the reserves of energy he needed; his life depended on it. But his mother-in-law was focused on rummaging through her purse, ignoring his words and frantic movements entirely.
"I should leave you here to fend for yourself; after all, it is all you deserve. But I have a little more compassion than that." Fran pulled from her purse a small red leather sac with a zipper at the top. "I liked you, Dan. You were always good to Donna; you took good care of her." Fran sat the sac down and swiftly unzipped it. âSure, you were never perfect, but you were there, and thatâs a lot more than I can say for some men.â
"Wait... what is she doing? Francine, wait..." Dan screamed in horror as Fran held him suspended above the cavernous opening of her coin purse. He looked down into its dark depths, recoiling in terror as the realization hit himâshe was kidnapping him!
"But you have to face realityâyou're worthless to her now." Fran released her grip on Dan, sending him plummeting, screaming, into the abyss below.
âWait, no, help... somebody help!â Dan crashed onto a hard, silver surface, where the stern, confident effigy of Queen Elizabeth II greeted him. "No, Fran! Please!" Dan cried out, his desperate gaze lifting to meet the regretful expression of his mother-in-law. She almost looked... sad.
"Iâll have to figure out what to do with you later," Fran said coolly. "For now, I need to tend to my baby. Sheâs going to need me now more than ever, Dan."
"Don't you do it! Fran, donât youâ" The last thing Dan saw was the underside of Franâs chin as she looked up, her fingers swiftly closing the coin purse, plunging him into total darkness.
Chapter 7: No Escape From Judgment
Word Count: 4341
Added: 03/22/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025
Chapter Notes:
Shrunk, lost now trapped in the Clutches of Francine, his own meddlesome Mother-in-Law, Daniel struggles to be heard as Francine decides what to do next. Will she keep her new toy, or discard it?
Can Dan ever find his way back to his beloved Donna?
Entombed in darkness with no way to measure the passage of time, Dan began to lose track of where he was and how long he had been there. The unrelenting darkness of Fran's coin purse gave him very little comfort as the hard uneven surface he was dropped onto was like trying to nap on a bed of rocks.
âFrancine? Let me out of here goddamnit!â Dan had all but shouted himself raw, crawling across the hard, uneven coin floor from one wall to another, clawing and slamming his palms into the unyielding fabric walls to no avail. âYou canât do thisâŚ.â Danâs own words felt like a papercut between his fingers.
This wasnât Francineâs faultâŚnot really.
Sure, sheâd made the choice to abduct him rather than help him seek aid, but that was a consequence of a much larger screw up. No, the truth was Dan had only himself to blame for all of this, a harsh reality that bore a hole through his gut like a dull knife.
It had seemed like such a good idea at the time, in his excitement he believed he had thought of everything. He did the math, calculated how small he had wanted to become and made all the proper arrangements for Donna to find him afterwards. It was going to be a fun time, an intimate adventure between husband and wife, a chance for the two of them to explore one another like few ever have before, and he was so confident they would be closer for it. But ever since he had made his fantasy a reality, it had been nothing short of a complete nightmare.
Danâs own stupidity caused his maths to be off, resulting in a far greater reduction in size than previously intended. As a result of this his beloved Donna had failed to discover him, now he was trapped in the clutches of the woman he hated the most, his condescending, meddlesome mother in law.
âHow could I be so careless, so stupidâŚfuck what am I gonna doâŚthink Dan think, there has to be a way out of this.â Dan tried to focus, to chase away the crawling, creeping, clawing darkness swirling strange imaginary patterns before his eyes. But it was useless, he couldnât think of anything but the absolute stupidity that led him to where he was now.
Swept away with his mother in law, eaten, discarded, trampled on and now held prisoner in a coin purse, carried on her person like some knick knack or trinket. It was maddening.
âGah, you fucking bitch!â Dan cursed, lashing out at the walls once more, clawing and smacking his body into the immovable surface. He stumbled back, then fell on his rear end, letting out a string of expletives before laying on his back and covering his face with his hands.
Anger was beginning to run its course, cooling rapidly to form an empty, frigid terror in the pit of his stomach.
âHow am I going to get out of thisâŚâ
***
Francineâs heels clicked against the smooth concrete walkway as she approached the glass doors to her condominium building, her hand left the pocket of her stylish overcoat, sifting through her purse for the key.
âGood afternoon Mrs. Delmont.â A deep, jovial voice drew Francineâs attention, the familiar sight of Gus, the building's doorman greeting her.
âOh, hello Gus.â Fran flashed a practiced smile, her hand abandoning its search, slipping out of her pocket to grasp the strap of her purse, possessively, greedily guarding her prize.
âHow was your lunch with Mrs. Donna?â The cheerful man carried most of his weight in his robust belly, had an impressive salt and pepper beard, and an aged uniform holding it all together only just. He had softy grey eyes and a round, bulbous nose. He stood, holding the door open for Francine with a staunch sense of duty he could hardly contain.
âOh, it was lovely.â Francine stepped into the doorway, long, purposeful strides leading her toward the elevator. If she was nervous, anxious, or even excited at the prospects of examining the prisoner in her possession, her stoic expression gave off only that of a woman at peace, completely undisturbed by anything whatsoever.
âWill you be attending the Tenant appreciation dinner, Mrs. Delont?â Gus shouted back as Francine stepped into the elevator.
âI havenât decided.â Francine spoke plainly, the door closing slowly, bringing a sense of finality to her words..
Quiet at last, Francine let out a content sigh, her hand snaking down the strap of her purse to land on the mouth of her handbag, grasping it firmly, her eyes deadset forward.
She felt no guilt, no shame, certainly no regret. She had done what needed doing, in order to protect her daughter from an embarrassing and humiliating experience. What Dan had done to himself was depraved, it was pathetic and demeaning, only the workings of a sick, twisted mind could comprehend doing such a thing to themselves? No human being was meant to live such a life. Far worse, Dan had mutilated himself out of some strange misguided sexual desire, what else was he capable of? How long would it take for him to pull Donna into such things as well?
Francine patted the side of her purse, with a confident hmph, she waited as the elevator lurched to a stop at her floor, stepping out into the hall as the doors opened.
Donna would be able to move on, find a new partner and build an honest life for herself. She needed someone who could support her, protect her and father children. Not somebody she could blow away with a poorly timed sneeze or a deep breath.
Francine stepped up to her unit, reaching into her coat pocket for her key, one hand firmly around the strap of her purse, white knuckled.
Donna needed somebody with a clear mind, somebody who was right in the head, notâŚwhatever it was she held in her purse.
Her face lit up with a confident smile, radiating a sense of pride and ease about what she had accomplished, as she unlocked the door and stepped into her condo.
***
Dan was tossed back and forth by the turbulent chaos of his captor's steps, the unmistakable distinct click of Fran's heels on the hardwood floor of her condo gave Dan some small hint as to his location. They had arrived, she was home.
She had carried him past so many faces, so many potential rescuers who may have been able to help, but he may as well be a world apart. Scream as he may, nobody could hear him, and nobody would find him stowed away in Franâs coin purse. He was left with a feeling of impotence at his own helplessness. His stomach wretched and he felt a tight, gripping feeling choking his airway. His mouth felt cry, like he was chewing on cotton balls, and even though he was in total darkness, he could almost picture the smug grin on Francineâs face as she gloated over her victory.
Sheâd successfully reached her apartment, he was at her mercy now, nobody was left to get in the way, and he knew it.
"Time to come out, my little passenger." A terrible voice, deep and imposing yet horrifically familiar, resonated from all around him, muffled only just by the layers separating them. It was Francine, speaking directly to him, a much different experience than listening to her speak off to another giant.
Tone, emotion, pitch was all difficult to pick up on, her voice was so loud and imposing it was terrible and fearsome regardless of intent, but if he had to guess, he would have to say she wasâŚamused.
An explosion of chaos erupted sending Dan tumbling back, scraping, crashing and metallic collision of alien objects was next, matching this was the shaking and rumbling of his prison as he could only guess Francine was opening her purse, rooting through it for her coin purse.
âNoâŚ.â Dan whimpered, he wasnât ready to face her. He couldnât possibly defend himself, she couldnât even hear him. How was he supposed to plead his case? He needed more time to think, to come up with a plan of action, some way of communicating with her and to force her to see his point of view.
Maybe he could bribe her? Beg her? There had to be something she wanted in exchange for his freedom. He just needed some sort of leverage.
Blinding, bright, unrelenting light invaded the darkness, lighting up the room around him. The floor he was on was a rough, uneven collection of nickels, dimes quarters and pennies, with a random bobby pin sticking out of the ground like the ruins of an ancient structure.
âIâŚFrancineâŚ.â Danâs eyes snapped shut. He brought his hand over his brow like a visor and struggled to look up, searching for Francine, still not accustomed to her visage taking up the entire horizon, like a mountain far in the distance or the sun rising over the horizon.
Dark grey eyes searched the coin purse for its sole resident, finding him cowering on the face of a quarter. âAhh, there you are, Dan.â Francine spoke, her voice taking up a strange sense of calm and familiarity.
"FranâŚwhere are weâŚwhy did you take me away from Donna like that.â Dan tried to find words, his eyes slowly adjusting to the new levels of light. Now the only thing stopping him was the visceral, primal fear that came with staring up at the face of God.
âDid you enjoy the ride?â Fran asked, her eyes wide with curiosity, her eyes betraying nothing but a natural expression.
âYou have the power to end this, just bring me to Donna, we can say you found me. She doesnât have to know about any of this. All you have to do is return me to Donna andâŚ." Danâs hands were cupped over his mouth in a vein attempt to better project his voice. His eyes were focused on Francineâs colossal face, not her massive thumb and forefinger intruding into his domain to fish him out. She was just too big to focus on more than one small part of her at a time. By the time he noticed what was about to happen, there was very little time to evade. Two walls of flesh closed in on him from either side swiftly.
"I suppose you are quite angry with me Dan, and that is understandable." Fran pinched Dan between her fingers, lifting him out into the light. The flesh of her fingers pinned him completely, closing around him completely. It was difficult to gauge her own strength in relation to something so small, insignificant and miniscule.
Was she holding him too tightly? Had she broken any bones? Crushed the wind out of him? It hadnât been her intent, but he was small, gnat small, she could hardly be blamed. âMy goodness, to see yourself now.â Francine stifled a laugh, shaking her head, a scoff tailing her laugh, âArm bent over your head, face smooshed into my thumbâŚyouâre a right old sight, Dan.â Fran set Dan down in the palm of her free hand. âWell thatâs not much better, youâre liable to blow away if the air comes on, hmmm?â
"GahâŚI couldnât breathe like that, whatâs your problemâŚare you listening to me?" Dan fell back onto his rear. Every time he tried to stand the simple ordinary movements of her palm and the uneven soft hilly terrain of her skin caused him to stumble and fall. This caused Fran to erupt into a fit of giggles, which did not help his case at all. âFucking bitch, get a goddamn hearing aid!â
Fran's chin remained cast up, eyes tracking Danâs movements as she watched him down through her nose. "You may as well save your breath hon, I really can't make out a word you are saying, didnât we go over that already?" Fran sounded bored and unimpressed, âI see your size has done little to improve your listening skills?â
"Francine, bring me closer to your ear, maybe I canâŚ." Dan's voice lessened in ferocity, replaced by desperation and fear. He felt his eyes begin to well up with tears. âShe wonât help me, even if she could hear meâŚIâm fucked." Dan scrambled to his knees and clenched his hands together tightly. "I need to get a message across to her somehow. Maybe if I beg?" He began to beg, more visually than with his words.
"You really wanted this?" Fran seemed to ignore his emotional display, and watched him with a curious and pensive look. "What is it about this that you like so much I wonder?"
"I don't like it, I don't want it! It was a mistake and I was dumb! I just..." Dan was interrupted by Fran's louder and more commanding voice.
"You can't do anything for yourself; you can't even communicate your desires. For all intent purposes you are not even really a person anymore. How does this turn you on?" Fran sounded genuinely confused.
"Oh, no way am I talking about kinks and fetishes with you, woman." Dan was growing desperate for her to hear him, to find some way to communicate. But took some small comfort in being able to say whatever he wanted to her without consequence.
The two stared at one another in silence, Dan watching as Francineâs eyes watched him closely, her lips pursed in quiet thought for a moment before she broke the silence.
"I could put you out of your misery, you know? End your suffering with mercy, it might be nice to save at least a scrap of your dignity, yes? Would you like that?" Fran lifted a brow, waiting for Dan to react somehow to her offer. In the end she really wasnât asking, it wasnât up to him after all.
âDid she just sayâŚthe actualâŚno you canât just kill me!?â Dan screamed, immediately springing to life, self preservation fueling him now.
Her thumb appeared over the horizon of her palm. An entire other hand the size of the platform he was standing on, attached to it a thumb hovering in the sky like a meteor ready to crush him into oblivion, able to snuff him out on a simple whim.
âShh, donât worry anymore Danny, Iâll take care of Donna.â Francine soothed, surprised herself at the wave of pity she felt as her speck of a son in law scrambled like a terrified ant, directionless and without hope.
Trapped in the palm of her hand, he had nowhere to run, no shelter he could take to protect himself and no hope of fending her off even if he could find the courage. It was ridiculous and utterly asinine, this wasnât some monster or some trained killer, this was Francine Delmont, she shouldnât be a threat she could hardly open a jar of pickles on her own, let alone snuff out his life without breaking a sweat.
The shadow of her thumb blotted out the sun sized face watching him scamper back, leaving the wrinkly pattern of her thumbprint in its way, slowly descending down toward him.
âFrancine, thereâs a cure for this! You canât just kill me, please Fran stopâŚ.â Dan screamed, in a voice so high pitched and rife with terror his throat cracked. There was a cure, a way to reverse all of this, but she was going to kill him and wash the evidence down the drain. Time slowed and Dan found himself overwhelmed with grief and sorrow. He thought of Donna, the life they had, their trips to the beach and the silly way she ate chips by sucking all the salt off before chewing. He even missed the annoying habit she had of digging her icy cold feet under him when they were sitting together on the couch. He couldnât believe what heâd given up, and what he had given it up for, least of all how it was all going to end, so simply and without fanfare or effort. Like an insect, he was going to be snuffed out of existence, under a woman's thumb!
"This is really for the best, Dan. Even if I take you to a hospital and they reverse this, how could you stand to look Donna in the eyes? How could you look me in the eyes? You spent time in my shoe, Dan? You crawled around in the dirt like a bug, you can't just walk back into Donna's life after that?" Fran lowered her thumb until she could no longer see Dan, until she could feel the flesh of her palm make contact with her thumb and by proxy the gnat sized man underneath, sandwiching him between fleshy surfaces.
"Hey! Just wait a minute, I'm still human, Fran! Fran? Waaaaaaa!" Dan panicked as the shadow of her thumb overcame him. He scurried backwards, rolling out from under the colossal surface as her thumb made contact with her palm. He could feel the indentation caused by her applying pressure onto her thumb, she hadnât realized heâd managed to roll away, and was pressing down as if to crush him.
This wasnât a joke, or a scare tactic, she was serious. He was witnessing what Fran believed was his death. âSheâs gonna kill me, sheâs really gonna kill me, sheâs lost her mindâŚ.â Dan tried to use the brief moment of confusion to scurry away. Maybe he could climb up her arm, up her sleeve, jump for it, anything. He had to get off this palm beforeâŚ.
"Oh Dan, don't make this difficult. Have some dignity at least?" Fran sighed as she watched the insect scramble around her palm aimlessly. She had a birds eye view of him after all and a much larger field of vision than him.
âLeave me alone!â Dan cried, eyes hungry for an out, anything, but he had nowhere to go. "I don't wanna dieâŚ"
âGoodbye Dan, Iâll take care of Donna, just close your eyes.â Francine tilted her hand back a bit to impede his progress, and rolled her thumb onto Dan when he tumbled backwards, pinning him beneath.
Dan felt the pad of her thumb make contact with his back. He was instantly pressed against the skin of Fran's palm. He struggled and withered and beat his fists against her thick leathery skin, but soon the pad of her thumb covered every bit of him. âNoâŚno donâtâŚno I donât want to âŚ.stop Fran, stopâŚ.StâŚmfmmmmpppt!â
"You were not such a bad person, but Donna needs a man not an insect." Fran sighed. "She would no doubt oblige your sick little fantasy, she's a people pleaser you know? That is why I have to keep you away from her Dan, for her sake. You understand don't you?" Francine began to apply pressure, unsure how much it would take but confident it wouldnât take much.
Dan watched the light grow dim as he was pressed firmly into his monster-in-laws fleshy palm. He withered and struggled until there was no longer room to move. The heat and pressure was unbearable and he felt his body starting to give under the crushing force as flesh met flesh and all available oxygen was forced from him.
"In a way though, when you think about it Dan, you are getting what you want, right?" Fran could feel Dan's tiny body struggling for existence under her thumb, so much passion and energy all exerted in self preservation, while she was hardly burning a calorie, ending his entire existence. She was holding a human life in the palm of her hand, about to snuff it out with nothing but her thumb. The feeling of control and power was remarkable, almostâŚaddictive. It was almost a shame then when his struggles began to slow, she could feel the fight draining, it wouldnât be long now, and then her fun would be over ...unlessâŚ.
Dan could hear Fran talking but he could no longer make out a word she said, all of it now sounded muffled under her thick warm flesh. He tried to picture Donnaâs face, her eyes, her smile, her chestnut brown hair, if he was going to die he wanted the last thought to go through his mind to be of Donna, not Francine.
"Here lies Daniel Gillman, he wanted to be a bug in the word of the gods and died as he lived!â Francine laughed, âHey come on Dan, you wanted a giant woman to decide your fate and that is what you got?" Fran began to roll her thumb in small circles gently, she was actually starting to enjoy playing with his small body. âThis is a win for you then, when you think about it?â
Dan felt his limbs flail like a wacky-waving-infltable-arm-flailing-tube-man, as Francine rolled him about. He tried to stop her, to roll free, to brace himself, but it was like being rolled under a locomotive, he was mangled and twisted and bent into all sorts of unnatural positions, all at her whim and fancy.
Francine bit her lip, she could do whatever she wanted and there was nothing he could do about it. If she decided, she could spare him, or kill him all at a mere whim. It was her choice and herâs alone. "What you didn't take into account was who would be the giant woman deciding your fate? I guess thatâs not up to you anymore though, right?â Fran lifted her thumb from Dan's small form only to smash it down on him seconds later. She continued this, over and over. Patting him and needing him like a tiny ball of dough.
Dan felt the incredible pressure threatening to squash him into a bloody stain suddenly ease up, buying him a brief second of reprise, and a sparkle of hope, before her thumb quickly crashed down on him once more. "Oof!â Dan gasped, the air knocked out of him leaving him breathless and squashed again.
âOofâŚackâŚgahâŚmffpt!â" Dan endured the relentless assault, trying and failing to protect himself by lifting his arms up, but Francineâs assault was devastating, his defenses meaningless.
Why was she doing this? He couldnât fathom the mother in law he knew ever going to such lengths before. He may have had a strained relationship with Fran, but she had always treated him like a person, he never imagined she was capable of such kidnapping, assault, battery and murder. âStopâŚ.â Dan pleaded, curling into the fetal position and tucking his head under his arms.
"I can do whatever I please. With no consequences, with no repercussions." Fran ceased her pummeling, resting her thumb on top of him once more. âThatâs such a strange thing to want, to have done to yourself, isnât it?â Francine furrowed her brow, connecting the dots quietly in her head, âUnlessâŚwell maybeâŚ.â
âThatâs not true, you donât undâŚ.â Dan was cut off again, even if she could hear him, she wasnât listening.
âDan, I was thinking over what Donna told meâŚabout all that stuff she found on your computer. I donât know if she figured it out, but I did. You wanted Donna to do all of this to you? Take care of you, treat you like some sort of little toy? You probably had a whole laundry list of stuff you wanted her to do to you?" Fran lifted her thumb from Dan and drew him close to her thick deep red covered lips. âAnd she would have done her best, Iâm sure.â
âItâs really none of yourâŚ.â Dan closed his eyes and shielded himself with his hands as Francine spoke, her hot breath washed over him, moist and dank, her voice like a rumble from the earth.
âBut that would have eventually gotten boring. You would have needed more, wanted more, craved more. Incels like you, theyâre never happy with what they have. They always want more, right?â Francine mused, tapping her chin with a long painted nail.
âUrg, I wish youâd shut up already!â Dan whimpered, coughing as his lungs still adjusted to air once more.
"You wanted me to find you. You wanted to be taken away from Donna. You wanted total surrender of power, total role reversal. Donna would have done whatever you wanted, but sheâs a sweetie, sheâs a good soul. Donna wouldnât have what it takes to really fulfil this sick little fetish of yours, would she?" Fran's grin grew, âYou needed more, you needed someone to be your giantess, your goddess?â
âNo, IâŚ.â
âMaybe not right awayâŚbut eventually. This would have been the end result either way, and you know itâŚdonât you.â
"No, whatâŚeww dream on you sociopath!â Dan tried to sit up, but felt a sharp pain in his side and toppled over in her palm, rolling into one of the lines in her palm.
"So, that said, I believe Iâll keep you, Dan." Fran's tone left no room for questioning.
Dan wanted to protest, argue his case, remind her he wasnât some penny she found on the ground. He was a human being, he was a man! But she had bruised his ribcage good and all he could focus on was the searing pain left in her wake.
"You are going to watch as I help Donna tear down the wreckage of her old life and rebuild a new one.â Francine nodded, âA better one, without you." Francine stood up straight, looking down through her nose at Dan.
"Fuck you!â Dan whimpered, raising a hand into the sky, to flip-off the face of god.
"I am going to give you exactly what you wanted." Fran's eyes locked on Dan's cowering form and the wee message he was trying to send him.
Francine erupted into a deafening belly laugh that shook her whole body, Dan and the hand he lay on, "Oh Dan, am I ever going to play the part wellâŚweâll see how you feel about such broad gestures after what I have in store.â
"WaitâŚFrancineâŚthis isnât what I wantâŚhonestly, I just want to go back to Donna, I just want this toâŚ." Danâs incessant mewling was cut off as darkness engulfed him. He looked up to find not one digit, but five closing in on him, as Francine closed her fist.
"Rest up while you can Danny! Because tomorrow we start taking your life apart! Piece by piece!" Fran gloated as she slowly closed her palm around Dan, a long confident stride taking her toward her bedroom, âIâll be your giantessâŚyaâ little pervertâŚâ
Chapter 8: Her Tiny Trophy
Word Count: 3795
Added: 03/22/2025
Updated: 04/04/2025
Chapter Notes:
Fran carries through with her threat to keep Dan, and we learn just what the true consequences of willingly shrinking yourself down really are. Dan realizes just what it means to totally surrender all power, and Francine true to her words, helps Donna move on.
Dan paced back and forth in the stuffy confines of his plastic prison, there was a very faint light pushing through the multiple air holes Fran had punched into the lid of the yellow and white margarine container he called home. The walls were greasy, stained a sickly yellow and the whole place smelled of oily.
It was the pinnacle of bare bones accommodations. He had a place to store his excrement, thanks to a small square of paper towel Fran had left him. It was plenty absorbent, but the smell easily traveled throughout when Fran neglected to wipe it out. She had been kind enough, in her words, to supply Dan a place to relieve himself, not so kind as to clean it more than once every few days.
âBedâ was a cotton ball ripped in two and shoved in the adjacent corner of the âmargarine tubâ prison and while it provided relief from the cold, hard, floor; it did little to ease his sore back.
Dan spent 23 hours a day in the dim light; his only reprise when his warden cleaned his excrement or filled his food and water tray. âFoodâ was simple bread scraps and the off square of putrid mushy fruit, likely for the best, as meat and nuts were difficult to consume and he hadnât the tools to tear meat anyhow. Bread, fruit and nondescript mush left Dan practically homicidal for even a scrap of meat, a luxury Fran said was beyond him now.
âInsects canât be choosyâ was all she said on the matter.
Two weeks, that was Danâs best estimation of the passage of time. He only thought so as that was how many times Francine had come to change his food and water, fourteen times. He could be off, depending on if she was feeding him daily, or not. The levels of artificial light never really changed, the âsunâ above the kitchen light over the stove, where Francine kept his prison. Just another plastic bin left out in the kitchen, even if anyone was looking for him, theyâd never suspect to look for him here.
Not with her.
Not in a discarded plastic bin.
There was nothing tracing him to Francine, and she knew he knew.
The familiar jostle of his prison home sent him falling to his ass.Something in the outside world was happening, he could hear the dreaded footfalls of his warden, and her gentle hum as she went about her business. Often he would feel her presence, preparing supper, entertaining guests, even his precious Donna on more than one occasion, her siren-like voice far and distant, yet so close it hurt.
Not this time however, Francine was alone, gently humming to herself as she went about her business, her gargantuan silhouette barely visible through the yellow stained light seeping through his prison.
Rage.
Yet to succumb to hopelessness, Dan remained fervent and unbroken.. He balled his hands into white knuckled fists and stood as tall as he could, waiting for the ceiling to be removed. He was helpless, dejected and utterly hopeless, still this was how he insisted on greeting Francine whenever sheâd grace him with a visit.
With fire, with pride, with a rebellious spirit.
The ceiling was lifted away, blinding light crushing his heroic stance, sending his hands to shield his screaming eyes. âFuckâŚthatâs bright.â
"Good evening Dan." Fran spoke her voice calm and collected, yet powerful, a mere fraction of the power behind it enough to level him completely.
Francine stood straight, peering down at the container that sat on her black flat top kitchen range..
"Just how long are you planning on keeping me like this!" Dan screamed. She had yet to respond to even one of his verbal assaults. It was clear she could not understand him or even hear him, he knew this. He had thrown every insult at her he knew, every superlative, every curse word, every vicious attack he could. If this was an act, Francine was a masterful actor.
âHowâs my little pet doing today?â Francine hummed, peering down at Dan and his surroundings with a disapproving scowl. âYou havenât eaten all your supper from last night? Tut tut, we canât be wasting food? Hmm?â Francineâs well manicured fingers invaded Danâs world, poking his pie of uneaten food with a long tan-painted nail then retreated back toward her own realm.
âFuck you.â Dan barked. If he couldnât communicate, how could he reason with her? How could he bargain his case?
âWe must be grateful for what we have, letâs not forget.â Francine tisked, taking hold of Danâs container in one hand and lifting it to chest level.
âGah!â Dan screamed, tossed to and fro as Francineâs fingers squished against the outside plastic, leaving dark imprints of her hand against the semi translucent plastic. It was frightening how easily she could lift his whole world, and at speeds inhuman for something so enormous.
"Your accommodations will be changing soon." Fran spoke, completely ignoring screams of terror and protest. "I've set up something much more convenient for me." Fran reached in with her other hand and pulled the small square of paper towel he used for defecation, replacing it with a fresh square a moment later. She then refilled his water. Poking his foodpile with her nail, âWhen you finish this, youâll get more.â
"Oh come on! Bread again! I need more than one damn meal a day! For fucks sake woman have a heart!" Dan shouted. In his maddened state he ran for her thick tan painted fingernail.
"Whatâs this?." Fran effortlessly flicked him back using her long elegant nail. "Has anyone not told you before, donât bite the hand that feeds you?" Fran's voice boomed, he had clearly hit a nerve.
Dan reeled back in pain, clutching his stomach, her flick felt like a linebacker had checked him square in the gut. Dan fell and curled up, coughing intensely. She had completely defeated him with a simple flick of her nail, still to even draw such a reaction out of her, to force a change in that irritating, arrogant tone of voice she spoke down to him with, bringing a pained smile to his lips. âBitch.â
"Perhaps a day without food will teach my little pet some respect? Hmm!" Fran's voice thundered above. She quickly removed the food and water tray, looking down in disgust.
"N...nooo...please..." Dan whimpered as his one meal, as simple as it was lifted away.
"Honestly, as kind as I've been, and you're still lashing out? Well, you have always been a fat, boarish loaf, itâll be good for you to lose some weight." Fran spoke as she would a disobedient pet. "Perhaps I've afforded you a few to many luxuries?" Her voice picked up an offended tone.
"No...no I'm sorry...l..." Dan attempted to stand, but was in too much pain. He tried to beg, throwing his hands together, but she wasnât looking at him anymore, her eyes had moved on, her gaze was elsewhere.
âWeâll see how you feel about me tomorrow, Dan.â Francine huffed. The light began to dim as the round lid began to eclipse the opening of the tub, eclipsing her face.
"Iâm sorryâŚI said I was sorryâŚgoddamnit you wrinkly old crone, Iâm sorry!" Dan screamed, angry, fearful and heavily regretting his actions.
Fran normally allowed him a few moments out of his tub. The fresh air and bright light was all he had to look forward to, now the lid landed on and snapped shut; the silhouette of her hand pressed form on the lid, blocking his air holes momentarily. Dan scrambled to his feet and ran to the edge of his tub, slamming his fists against the side. "I said I was fucking sorry! Please, don't do this, you canât fucking starve me, Fran? Fran!?" Dan screamed until his voice was raw, but the shadow silhouette of his captor had long since left. He could feel the tremors from her steps grow fainter and fainter. The final nail in the coffin, the dim lights from his air holes vanished as she turned the kitchen light off.
Dan was left alone in the darkness of his humid oily, smelly prison, hungry for another night.
What had she meant, new accommodations, and how would they be âmore convenient for herâ. Why had such an ineffective, vein show of frustration on his part brought on such a harsh, unjust punishment? He had plenty of time to ponder these questions, as he spent the rest of the day alone, in silent darkness.
***
Dan sheltered his eyes as the tub lid was quickly peeled away. The beaming face of his mother in law quickly blocked the opening of the tub, her expression foreshadowing what was to come as she was far too âhappyâ for Danâs comfort level.
âGood morning, Danny.â Francine exclaimed, her tone shrill and high, causing him to claw at his ears to deafen the intensity.
Fran was wearing a light dusting of makeup; black eyeshadow with red painted lips. She could easily have passed for a woman half her age, a commonality she shared with her daughters, the benefit of good genetics "I've wonderful news for you Dan." Fran reached into the tub. Her nails were long and painted with cle.ar polish, well-manicured, each nail easily longer than he was wall.
âGet away from me, please.âDan cowered, his voice a low whimper.
Francine didn't pick him up often and when she did it was never gentle. Her thick fingers clasped him around his torso, the pad of her thumb covering his whole body. âCome here, I canât wait to show you.â She boomed, her tone hiding something sinister.
Dan struggled instinctively as he was lifted high into the air, the wind knocked from him, squeezed out by Francineâs relentless grip. "It has taken a while for this little gem to come in, Dan. But you know, as soon as I saw this on Amazon, I knew this was the answer to all our problems!â Fran carried Dan at her side as she spoke, pinched between her thumb and forefinger, as if she were holding a coin or some other trinket. Her hand swung carelessly about, naturally.
âI think Iâm gonna be sick.â Dan groaned, he could hear what she was saying, with some difficulty, but wasnât honestly paying attention. He had far more on his mind presently, such as not falling several hundred feet from his perilous place between her fingers, to the cold hard ground. Secured only by her thumb and forefinger, Francineâs movements were reckless and dizzying, leaving him struggling to hold down his breakfast..
âThough, Iâm afraid your new apartment will not be as spacious as your last one was, youâll just have to adjust.â Francineâs words left her lips, masked by a subtle chuckle, as her fingers squeezed just enough for him to get her drift that much better.
He continued to struggle, her subtle show of power enough to smother him in soft, padded flesh. His struggles picked up a frantic pitch as his lungs screamed for oxygen. âMfmmmpt!â
âI need a way to keep you close, Dan, away from curious eyes.â Francine began, her voice muffled by the thick pads of her fingers, âI can't risk you being discovered, weâve come too far and I've made far too much progress with Donna, just to have her stumble upon you now." Fran spoke with assurance, looking down to the flailing figure between her fingers, from her vantage she could only see a tiny leg or two flailing wildly. She watched him struggle until his energy reserves gave out, eventually causing him to go limp.
âDonnaâŚmy Donna.â Dan thought, his eyes starting to glass over as what little air he could suck in could no longer keep him conscious. âDonnaâŚâ
Nodding with confidence she went on, loosening her grip so Dan wouldnât pass out, she did want him to hear this. "So I've figured out exactly how to deal with you.â Francine said with a chilling finality, âDon't worry; it is quite a step up from your current accommodations.â Fran paused and scoffed. "Far more than you deserve frankly. But I am nothing if not understanding Dan."
The sticky sweet tone in her voice made Dan's blood boil. She sounded so proud of herself, so pleased. "Go suck an egg you colossal shrew!â Dan cursed, winded from his exhaustive struggling.
Finally, Francine set Dan down on the hard oak surface of her vanity. Immediately Dan's knees buckled and he fell flat on his stomach, lungs greedily sucking in all the oxygen they could, the color returning to his skin. âYou nearly killed me!â He screamed. as the colossal figure of Fran moved about, vibrations from her footfalls caused him to brace the ground around him and a heavy 'thud' as she placed something down on the surface of the vanity.
"This will make things much easier, I will know where you are at all times." There was an excited but reserved tone to her voice. âIsnât that wonderful?â Francine was asking, but her tone suggested his opinion on the matter wasnât required.
Dan looked up, his vision still blurry from his ordeal. He could make out a large shiny object in Fran's hand, hanging from a long sparkling linked chain. âWhâŚwhat isâŚ.â
"Cute no?" Fran smiled, showing off the gold, diamond encrusted cage ornament-earring. It was a bit bigger than Dan, and looked like a miniature version of a guided bird cage.
What is that for?" Dan struggled to his feet and backed away. "Wait, you donât expect me to actually get in that? Do you? No way, Iâm not getting in there!" Dan gave his head an overly dramatic shake, if Francine could not understand she could at least see.
"Now don't give me that, this is for the best." Fran insisted, glaring down at Dan with side, insistent eyes.
"No, no fucking way!" Dan backed away once more. Where had she ever found something like that? Who made cages this small? He cringed, had she gone on the internet specifically looking for toys to entertain ones tiny captive? Something so exact, so perfectly designed could only have been made for one purpose, by someone who knew what they were making it for.
"I've also picked this upâŚ" Fran set the massive pair of bird cages down and pulled another object out of the brown wooden jewelry box. âYouâll love this one.â
Dan beheld before him a large round heart pendant attached to a gold chain. A sick feeling came over him right away. âNoâŚ.â He shook his head, trying his best to convey his protest to her, but she was looking at the pendant, not him.
"It opens up to reveal a secret chamber!" Fran displayed this for Dan to see. "And I bet you will be a perfect fit." Fran slowly brought the open pendant towards him, a clever look in her eyes, her lips curled into a grin.
"Wait, just wait! I'm ok with the butter tub, let me go back to the butter container" Dan turned and started to run. Maybe he could get away from her! Maybe if he ran far enough! Fast enough!
"Hohohoho!" Fran gave off a deep belly laugh. Dan's fastest running couldn't even get him an arm's length away. His pathetic athletic abilities were painfully ineffective compared to Fran's behemoth size. "Run! Run little man! The hungry locket will eat you up!" Fran brought the open heart locket close, chasing Dan slowly across her vanity.
Dan could see the locket begin to surround him through his peripheral vision, lost in its shadow he could feel it as much as he could see it. There was no way this hunt ended well for him, he knew deep down he had nowhere to go, nowhere to run. He wasnât going to find shelter, he wasnât going to get down off this vanity, he wasnât going to evade her. Try as he may, he just could not get away. "Noooo!" Dan screamed.
"Omnomnomnom!" Fran giggled as she snapped the pendant shut behind him, the force of the snap sending him sprawling forward, landing on his stomach. âAwww, Iâm afraid youâre too slow! Lunch time for the big bad necklace!â Francine laughed, slapping the pendant open with her thumb and hovering it over Dan.
âSomebody help meâŚ.â Dan whimpered, as darkness engulfed him, a sickening SNAP sealing his fate as darkness entombed him. Dan was swallowed up by the decorative, gaudy piece of costume jewelry, the loud 'clack' sealed his fate.
"See, a perfect fit!" Fran lifted the chain, dangling the pendant before her face, watching gleefully as it spun idly on the gold chain. She could barely make out Dan's panicked form through the transparent rose colored tempered glass. âNow I can keep you close to my heart, away from prying eyes.â Francine hummed softly to herself, a dark, sinister chuckle tailing.
Dan watched the blurry face of Fran watching him with a proud smile, she was so smug in her victory, he could feel it from here. âI hate you!â He barked, slamming his fists against the inside of his small, cramped prison. His struggles ceased however when she drew the pendant so close, her billboard sized face gone, one enormous eye taking up his entire field of vision now.
"You'll have a much better view from inside here, little one." Fran carefully unhooked the necklace and set it around her neck, allowing the pendant to fall in between her breasts, landing atop them along her neck line then neatly tucking it between her cleavage, under cover of her neat red blouse.
Dan felt ill as his prison moved about, turned upside down as Fran looked him over one last time. "You wonât get away with this, you bitch!" Dan cursed, but Fran's face vanished from view and he felt himself tumbling toward an unknown destination.
When the chaos stopped, he heard a satisfied âhummâ resonate from deep within Francineâs chest, and looked up to see the underside of her chin, she was moving about as if he was not even there. He had been reduced from a bug in a bin on the kitchen counter, to a trinket in a decorative piece of costume jewelry. Angry, hot tears fell from red veiny eyes as Dan screamed, yelling himself raw, taking out his frustrations on the thick glass heart shaped coffin around him.
But none of this reached Francine, none of this concerned her. Fran simply went about her day as if Dan wasnât even an issue. She had him close to her heart now and he wasnât going anywhere.
Eventually, Dan give up trying to escape from the pendant, drifting in and out of conciseness many times, losing interest in the mundane drudgery of Fran's day, her conversations, her routines were invisible to him, her cleavage under shadow of her blouse dominated his foggy view of the outside world. Humiliating him, confined between the massage bosom of his mother in laws chest.
It was not until late afternoon, as Fran stood to make her way to the door that Dan's interest peaked again. Francine had pulled the heart shaped locket out from her cleavage only to fidget with it between her fingers, giving him a foggy view of something other than her flesh. He had thought he heard the chime of a doorbell, but had dismissed it as another distant whitesound of the outside world. But when the door opened to reveal a short statuesque blond, with wavy hair and a youthful expression, Dan realized someone else was here now, somebody he vaguely recognized.
âHi Ma!â The woman spoke with the same deafening tone everyone else did, but Dan suspected her voice was naturally high, with a similar pitch and tone as Donna. The woman wore a long white sleeveless blouse and super short skin tight pants. Her long legs met with a pair of black ankle boots, he knew right away who this was, his mind filling in the gaps he couldnât see from the confines of Francineâs pendant.
"Gracie darling!" Fran smiled, shoving her pendant back between her cleavage, shroweding Dan in darkness once more. She then wrapped her youngest in a warm yet reserved embrace.
"Good to see ya!" Gracie bound into the condo, setting her purse down. "Sarah is on her way, sheâs just parking, your building has crap parking. Anyhow, then we can head to Donna's andâŚ.â
Dan pressed his face against the glass surface, that name, that word. DonnaâŚthey were going to see Donna, Dan felt a fire light under him, renewed by hope of rescue. If he could get her attention...if he could just make her see him! He began to pound endlessly on the locket, screaming for all he had. She had to hear him, she had to see him, Gracie wasnât like Sarah and Francine, he could trust her, she always liked him. She would help him, she had to!
âNâŚno..noooo!â Dan cursed as the familiar sight of Francineâs heaving bosom squished against the glass prison. He was engulfed by her breasts, the voices from above now muffled. Sheâd squashed his rebellion before it even began. âGoddamnit Francineâ
"Itâs good of you to come. Donna could use the support. Such a shame about Dan." Fran spoke, her well-rehearsed voice downcast and full of mock concern.
"What happened anyhow?" Gracie questioned her tone, careless and aloof.
"Freak sizer malfunction we believe. The poor lad likely shrank away to nothing!" Fran fingered her locket, speaking with a grave frown.
"Wow...weird!" Gracie shivered. "Didn't find anything?"
"I am afraid not." Fran spoke with a sigh, dismissing the conversation.
"Didn't know that could even happen? Weird." Gracie narrowed her eyes.
Fran closed the door and set the lock, moving into the living room. "You just never know." Fran sighed.
"Poor Dan, who knows how long he lasted. Sitting there all tiny, trying to get help!" Gracie shrugged off the grim image.
"Likely ended up food for some hungry spider, swept up into the garbage, or squashed underfoot" Fran's tone had picked up a more relaxed tone.
"Eww! Gross!" Gracie shivered. Flopping down on the couch, examining her nails idly.
"But enough talk about that hmmm? We must not depress your sister hmmm, I want nobody bringing him up unless Donna does, you understand? The important thing is that she moves on, and we are to help her do just that, capisce?" Fran sat next to her daughter.
"Oh! You fucking witch!" Dan cursed. She was out right lying! And everyone was buying right into it.
âYou got it, Ma!â Dan could hear Grace's voice, distant and dismissive, she had already moved on to better things, rambling on about college Drama and some friends she had made off campus.
The fire extinguished, Dan fell back against the glass pendant, his world erupting in a violent maelstrom of chaos as Francine laughed, her obnoxious deep throaty laugh resonating from all around Dan, dominating his senses.
âThis is hopeless.â Dan closed his eyes, wishing for once, the world around him would just swallow him whole, ending his suffering now.
But he wouldnât get that blessing, no, Danâs adventure had only just begun.
Chapter 9: "Tears Behind Glass"
Word Count: 2569
Added: 03/22/2025
Updated: 04/04/2025
Dan braced his back against the pendant and his feet against the other end, pushing for all he was worth. He had to escape, he had to get to Donna, he had to let her know he was still alive Somehow, as remaining in Francineâs clutches meant death, one way or another.
The longer he was away from her, the more passion driven his escape attempts became. Her soft velvety voice, her deep misty gray eyes, her long smooth chocolate brown hair, just thinking about her made his knees go weak.
Dan was even starting to miss her small quirks; all the quirky little things he used to find annoying, now made him nostalgic and hungry for her company. The tiny half snorting snore she made sometimes when she slept, the sloppy way she dried the dishes, the hair she would leave in the sink every morning after combing her hair. Even the wet footprints she would leave on the floor after not drying her feet properly after a shower. Dan missed it all.
Francineâs voice was the only one he could make out clearly through the cold, metal pendant walls. The rest were muffled and melted in with the background nose making them inaudible.
Of course he could still hear Francineâs voice, it stood out, loud and clear, resonating from all directions around him as he sat entombed in her gilded prison, dangling around her neck like some sort or prize. Fate had a cruel sense of humor.
They had traveled from Franâs condo to his very own former residence; Donna had insisted they come over to help her search the house for Dan. After spending the better part of the day looking, Francine, Gracie, Sarah and Donna had retired to the couch, gently attempting to distract Donna, who was keeping it together relatively well all things considered.
âWellâŚyou know DonnaâŚmaybe heâs around somewhereâŚI meanâŚwell maybe thereâs somewhere we didnât look?â Gracie attempted to comfort her sister. She wrapped her arms around Donna and sat close, rubbing her back.
Donna embraced her younger sister and rested her head on Gracieâs shoulder. She cried gently as Gracie ran her fingers through her sisterâs hair, hushing her gently.
âIt doesnât make any sense.â Sarah, Donnaâs older sister, spoke up, turning over the small white porta-charger in her hand to examine it from a new angle. Her voice was deeper like Francine, and her looks were closest to her motherâs, where Gracie and Donna looked more like their father.
âWhat?â Donna sat up, looking over to Sarah, wiping a few tears from her eyes. âWhat doesnât make sense?â
âWell, itâs just... okay... why would Dan do this to himself? You know?â Sarah's voice was tinged with frustration. Her anger was directed at Dan, though she often struggled to channel her feelings properly. Sarah was the type to speak her mind whenever she felt like it, no matter the situationâa trait that made her a skilled lawyer.
âSarah!â Gracie frowned, sitting up, but keeping her arm around Donnaâs shoulder. âDonât yell at her, she feels crappy enough.â
Fran sat across from them in the recliner, her posture relaxed yet commanding, one hand absentmindedly tracing the rose-colored pendant around her neck. Her fingers, long and elegant with well manicured nails, moved delicately over the smooth surface of the locket, the subtle motion almost hypnotic. She listened intently to her daughters, her expression carefully controlled, never betraying the terrible secret concealed within the pendantâs depths. There was a quiet, magnetic allure in the way she held herself, a power that seemed to draw everyoneâs attention without a single word.
âMaybe it was an accidentâŚâ Gracie mused. She knew it wasnât, but she said it more to defend Dan for Donnaâs sake than anything else.
âNo, Gracie, these things have security features.â Sarahâs tone was firm as she took the device and aimed it at Gracie. Her forefinger pressed down hard on the trigger mechanism.
âHey! Donât point that thing at me!â Gracieâs heart raced. She tensed, instinctively pulling her legs up onto the couch and hugging them close, her arm slipping off Donnaâs shoulder as she sought a sense of safety.
âSee? It wonât discharge on complex life.â Sarah kept pressing the trigger, but the device refused to activate, producing only a small error sound. A red light began blinking on the small LCD screen, signaling the malfunction.
Not cool, Sarah... for fuckâs sake.â Gracie shrieked, closing her eyes, still half-expecting the device to discharge on her. âWhat if it malfunctioned and thatâs why he shrank? Did you ever think of that? I donât want to end up pint-sized too.â She huffed, hugging herself tightly.
Fran and Donna both let out small laughs, Donnaâs much more reserved and almost ghostly. âLanguage, dear,â Francine spoke softly, turning the pendant over between her fingers.
âSee? No go. The firing mechanism is designed to fail if the sensors detect complex life; dogs, cats, animals, people.â Sarah casually set the device down and crossed her legs, a smirk tugging at her lips.
âWhatever. Just donât do that again.â Gracie frowned, trying to regain her composure, clearly irritated.
âThe only way Dan could have used this on himself is if he wanted to,â Sarah said with a confident, almost smug tone.
âWe already know that dear.â Fran spoke up, in a calm and controlled tone.
âHe did leave a note.â Donna murmured, her eyes heavy and red, her voice barely more than a faint whisper, as though the words had taken all her energy.
âA note?â Sarah fell silent for a moment. âWhat kind of note? Why would he leave a note? Was it a suicide note?â Her words tumbled out, and as she spoke, she realized too late the mistake she'd made. The sharp, scornful gaze Francine cast her way was enough to silence Sarah in an instant, the unspoken authority in her motherâs look leaving no room for defiance.
***
Dan watched the blurry rose colored silhouette of the women as they moved about, Gracie was an animated talker and spoke with her hands, waving them about as she spoke, using all sorts of gestures. Sarah was much more reserved but made very clear and effective facial expressions when she spoke, not that he could see any of them through the hazy rose colored glass. Sarah had a habit of looking right at the person she was speaking to, maintaining direct eye contact at all times.
Donna resembled Gracie more than Sarah, though not with the same level of enthusiasm. She was always more measured with her words, but there was usually a smile on her lips when she spoke. Not today. Not now. Donna seemed like a shadow of herself, a mere echo of the woman she once was.
Even from his prison, Dan could feel the weight of it; the suffocating isolation that pressed against him from all sides. When Fran would finally allow the pendant to rest for a moment, giving him a brief, unimpeded view, he would catch glimpses of Donnaâs eyes. Through the haze of the rose-colored glass, he could still see the pain, deep and raw. The pain he had caused, the sorrow he had brought upon her. It was unbearable. Every second of it.
Danâs eyes were fixed on Donna, his gaze desperate and unblinking, until he felt the massive weight of Francineâs thumb press down over the frosted glass cover. Her digit loomed like a shadow, eclipsing his view with a quiet, overwhelming authority.
âNo!â Dan screamed, pounding his fist weakly against the confines of his prison, the walls of his tiny world pressing in on him. âNo, bring her back! Donna⌠please⌠come back!â
In his isolation, Dan was plagued by tormenting thoughts. What if things had gone differently? What if Donna had found him shrunken? What if his calculations had been right, and he had shrunk down to two inches instead of two millimeters? How would she have reacted? How would Donna have handled that?
What if it hadnât been Francine who discovered him first? How would Donna have confronted the truth? Would she have been able to accept him alive, but so diminished, more than she could have a man she thought was lost to her forever?
Francineâs words echoed in his mind like a haunting refrain. Donna needed a man, a partner who could love her, hold her, support her. Protect her. She didnât need an insect. She didnât need a helpless, dependent shell of a person.
The fight drained from Danâs body, leaving him limp. He gave in to the confines of the pendant, no longer resisting, no longer arguing. âWhat have I done?â he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath.
His fleeting glimpse of the outside world was stolen from him again as Francine carefully tucked her pendant away, slipping it beneath her blouse and into the deep valley of her breasts. The oppressive weight of her thunderous heartbeat reverberated around him, each pulse like a muffled drumbeat, drowning out all else. His view was now completely obscured, consumed by the soft, unyielding flesh and the fabric of her blouse, his world shrinking to nothing but the confines of her unrelenting presence.
Dan jolted to life, pressing himself desperately against the glass of the locket. âNo! Come back! Donna!â His voice cracked as his angel was taken from him, his world slipping further from his grasp.
He needed to see herâjust for a moment longer. He ached to hold her, to run his fingers through her hair, to kiss her neck and whisper sweet words in her ear. He wanted to make love to her, to feel the warmth of her head resting on his chest as they simply existed in each otherâs presence. He couldnât bear the thought of being torn away from her again, of being cast back into a life without her.
âFrancine! Donât you do this, please! Donât take her from me again!â Dan screamed, his fists pounding weakly against the cold, unyielding glass. But Francineâs voice reverberated around him, calm and reassuring, as she continued to soothe her daughter. She gently patted the locket once it was securely in place, her movements slow and deliberateâutterly in control, her power undeniable.
The rhythmic, quake-like sound of Franâs hand gently patting the locket reverberated through Danâs tiny form, each impact jolting him violently. Then, just as suddenly, there was an overwhelming silenceâan abyss of darkness that swallowed him whole.
Franâs blouse closed in around him, blocking out the world entirely. All Dan could discern was the faint, indistinct outline of her breasts, looming on either side of him, rising and falling with her every breath. He was trapped, consumed by the immense, implacable force of her presence, his world reduced to the shadow of her chest.
âDan is gone, Donna,â Franâs voice resonated with undeniable authority within the rose tinted prison Dan was entombed in, echoing as if it came from within her very chest. It was loud, commanding, impossible to ignore in its proximity. âWe have to accept that. Whatever his reasons, whatever his purpose, he is gone.â
âNo! Iâm here! Iâm alive! Donna! Donna, help me!â Danâs frantic cries echoed in the small space, but Franâs voice smothered them, its weight silencing him entirely. She was erasing him, little by little, prying his memory from Donnaâs grasp, and replacing it with her own, sick, twisted control.
âDonna, honey, weâre here for you,â Franâs tone softened, becoming almost sweet, her voice wrapping around Donna like a comforting blanket. Her expression exuded concern, the kind only a mother could wield. "Let us help you."
âI... I just feel like heâs close, Mom... like, right under our noses, screaming for help,â Donna sniffled, leaning into Gracie, who instinctively cradled her head, offering the only solace she could.
âItâs natural to feel that way, dear,â Fran replied, her voice still gentle but carrying a firm undercurrent of truth. âBut how could he have survived so small? Itâs been over two weeks now. If he were still around, donât you think we wouldâve found a trace of him by now?â
Donna trembled, her doubt creeping in. âI know, butââ
âMomâs right, Donna,â Sarah interjected, her voice blunt and firm, as if trying to cut through the uncertainty. âWe canât keep holding on to something thatâs just not there.â
Donna whimpered, her strength slipping away like water through her fingers. âWe looked all day⌠and itâs been so long,â Gracie whispered, stroking her sisterâs hair in quiet comfort.
Fran leaned in, her presence filling the room, her tone once again wrapping around Donna like a gentle yet inescapable force. âDonna, sweetheart, Dan wouldnât have wanted you to keep dwelling on this. He loved you. He would have wanted you to move on.â
Donna shot up, her voice quick with a burst of emotion. âHe would have wanted me to find him! No matter what!â
Franâs gaze hardened slightly, but her voice remained soft, persuasive. âSomething clearly went wrong, something he didnât plan for. You have to accept that, darling.â
âI doubt he wouldâve shrunk himself on purpose,â Gracie added, her voice trembling slightly in an attempt to make sense of the chaos.
âItâs possible,â Sarah mused, uncrossing and recrossing her legs, her posture stiff but her tone thoughtful. She ran a hand through her pixie cut black hair, looking from Donna to Fran, her gaze full of quiet understanding.
Dan slumped against the cold, unyielding surface of the locket, his tiny body trembling with the crushing weight of his realization. He could barely make out the words of the conversation, each fragmented sentence a piercing reminder of his isolation. Fran was convincing Donna that he was gone, that he was dead. They were helping her move on, as if he had never existed.
With every word, he felt himself slipping further away from her, his presence fading into nothingness. He was powerless, trapped in his own removal from her life, unable to fight back, to change anything. And with each passing moment, it became clearer: He no longer belonged to Donna. He belonged to Francine now. His fate was sealed, his life controlled by her, a tiny captive in the hands of a woman who held him as easily as she controlled his future.
Donna looked to her mother, then to her younger sister. Her eyes filled with tears, and before she could stop it, she exploded into sobs, collapsing into Franâs arms. Her cries were deep, loud, and intense, as if her grief was too much for her to bear alone. Fran enveloped her in a comforting embrace, rubbing her back, while Gracie sat back, her own tears starting to form.
âI never got to tell him,â Donna choked out through gasping breaths, her voice breaking.
âTell him what?â Sarah asked immediately, her usually stoic expression beginning to falter as she saw the raw pain in her younger sisterâs eyes.
âTell him what, dear?â Fran whispered, pulling Donna even closer, resting her head gently against her chest.
âI was going to tell him the day I came homeâŚâ Donnaâs voice trembled, barely able to form the words through her sobs. âAnd he wasnât there⌠the day he⌠disappearedâŚâ
Dan, trapped inside the locket, could see the fabric of Franâs blouse depress as Donna nestled closer into her motherâs chest. He could almost make out the faint shadow of her head against the soft fabric. But it was her words that hit him hardest. He pressed himself as close to the glass as possible, holding his breath, desperate to hear what she would say next.
âWe were gonna have a babyâŚâ Donna whimpered, and the floodgates opened once more as she dissolved into tears.
Chapter 10: Erased
Word Count: 2637
Added: 03/23/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025
Chapter Notes:
Her victory finally assured, Francine takes her prize home, for what may be the last time. How will Dan get out of this situation, and can he ever reassemble the life that was taken from him?
A baby. They were finally going to have a baby. Those words played over and over in his mind like a locked groove on a vinyl record, each repetition a tender reminder of hope and possibility. The news was amazing; fantastic, even; a bright light in the midst of years filled with uncertainty and heartache.
They had endured endless months of testing, each result a cruel tease that crushed their fragile hopes and made their dreams seem as distant as a ship drifting away into the night. Every failed test, every moment of despair, had built up to this singular, transformative instant. It was as though their longing had been suspended in time, a dream that was slowly fading away, until now. And he was stuck in a gilded prison, around his mother in lawâs neck.
Never to enjoy the news.
Never to be allowed to hug Donna and celebrate with her. He had removed himself, of his own accord, from the human condition, at the worst possible time.
"Goddamn it. Baby⌠baby, Iâm here. Donna, Donna, please!" Dan screamed, his voice raw, desperation choking his every word. He smacked his sore fists against the rose gold colored glass, hip-checking it relentlessly, over and over, until his sides ached and bruised. His body screamed with exhaustion, but still, he didnât stop. His face was flushed, burning from the intensity, and his head throbbed from the force of his cries. His hands ached from pounding, but the pain was nothing compared to the suffocating regret building in his chest.
All he wanted; no, needed, was to break free. To reach Donna, to tell her that he was here. To undo the damage heâd done. If only he had waited. If only he had thought it through, just for a moment longer. The weight of his rash decisions crushed him, a tidal wave of regret crashing over him. If only I had waited, he thought, over and over. If only I had been patientâŚ
Now it was too late, now he was behind a crystal wall, stuck watching the world from the outside. He was removed from it all, a mere object in the possession of his mother in law Francine Delmont. He screamed for her until his voice failed, then watched the subtle movements of the dark inside of Francineâs blouse as she went about with the rest of her conversation. Dan could still hear Donna, and Gracie, and Sarah as they comforted Donna, his Donna, but their voices were more like a distant muffled murmur compared to Francine.
He listened, helpless, as they systematically convinced Donna to get rid of his things. His sports memorabilia; the items that had once symbolized his identity and passion. His favorite chair, the worn spot where he would sit after long days, seeking comfort in its familiar embrace. His collection of well-worn tee shirts; each one carrying memories of carefree weekends spent together. Even the pictures, the ones that had captured their life, their love, the foundation of what they had built together. Francine would make sure every reminder Donna had of him was systematically removed, all under the promise and elation of âa new babyâ After all, Donna wasnât just responsible for herself anymore, she had a baby to consider.
Francine was truly ruthless.
Donna offered little resistance. She was quiet, as if each decision, each item that would leave their home, was another piece of her heart being torn away. She wanted to believe Dan was a good man, that he had truly loved her. She wanted to hold onto the idea that their life together had meaning. But how could she? How could she reconcile that love with the selfish, irresponsible choices he had made? How could she continue to stand by someone who, in her eyes, had lost the very essence of what it meant to be her partner?
Danâs heart sank as he realized the truth. Donna needed more than just love; she needed a provider, someone who could offer stability, security. Someone who could take care of her, not a bug to be kept in a jar. He had failed her. Not just in his actions, but in his role as her partner. How could she trust him now? How could he ever be the man she needed, when he had become so small, so insignificant?
The weight of his regret pressed down on him as the sound of Donnaâs voice wavered, her decisions final, the pieces of their life slipping further away.
Dan wanted to hold onto the hope that Donna wouldnât abandon him, that she would go to the ends of the earth and back to find him, but even if she did, even if by some miracle Francine faltered even for a moment and released her thumb from atop him, Donna would then realize the truth. None of this was an accident, he chose this. How could she ever forgive him for that?
The slow trudging sands of time crawled onward, each passing moment dragging him further into an abyss of hopelessness. The voices around him grew fainter, distant echoes from a life he could no longer touch. Only the relentless pounding of Francineâs heartbeat reverberated through her chest behind him, a constant, unnerving presence. Her voice, deep and commanding, would haunt him endlesslyâhe could already feel it etching its way into his very soul, a sound heâd hear far too often from now on.
But even her voice was fading, slipping into the background of his consciousness. Slowly, it was being replaced by something far worse: the suffocating weight of isolation. The gravity of his situation pressed against him from all sides, dragging him deeper into a void where he was utterly powerless and unbearably alone.
Francine had always been a skilled manipulator, but the way she just wrote him out of existence, turned his dear Donna on him, and began to Rigorously scrub him out of her life, was nothing less than horrific. That she had managed to do it with such speed and efficiency too, was chilling.
With his energy sapped, his hope gone and his fate sealed, he stared off into space, slumped against the back of the locket, arms lazily hanging at his side, he looked up only at the angelic sound of Donna's voice.
âDonnaâŚâ He whispered, too weak to reachout a hand. It sounded so close he could feel it.
"Well thanks momma, I really appreciate everything you've done for me." There was sorrow and anguish in Donna's voice, she was trying to sound upbeat and positive, and failing miserably.
Francine was leaving!
"You know I would do anything for you Donna." Fran's voice emanated from behind the great Wall that was her chest.
This was it, the last time he would ever hear Donnaâs voice. The last chance for Francine to suffer a change of heart. The last chance he had for a miracle, an act of god, anything.
"We're gonna head out too, I think.." The distant voice of Sarah could be heard.
They were all leaving, going their separate ways, moving on as if he didnât even matter, giving up just like the police would.
There would be an investigation, an inquiry, they would all be questioned maybe, but Francine would lie, cheat and manipulate her way out, they would never suspect her. Their was not so much as a crumb leading back to her, she could waltz into the precinct with him dangling from her neck, right under their noses, and nobody would bat an eye.
She was winningâŚnoâŚshe had already won.
"You sure you don't want Gracie to stay with you for a few days, Donna?" Fran asked with concern.
"I'll be ok." Donna replied, flattered.
"Well, Iâll be staying with mum for the rest of the week then. Call if you need me ok?" Gracie's voice was soft and sweet.
âTomorrow weâre going apartment hunting, right?â Sarahâs voice came next, nearly as loud as Francineâs suggesting she was standing closer than Donna.
Danâs heart sank. Donna was moving already? It had only been two weeks!
âItâs for the best, hon,â Fran spoke up, idly fiddling with the amulet that encased her prisoner-in-law.
Dan watched as the thick pads of Franâs fingers pressed against the crystal prison. The simple motion to her felt like a roller coaster to him. He fumbled, tumbling around, smacking his head against the walls. It was like being trapped inside a pinball machine.
âI knowâŚâ Donnaâs voice cracked as she responded. âI didnât say I was moving. He might still show up. I justâŚâ Donna trailed off, but Sarah cut her off before she could finish.
âOf course, just getting out of the house. No commitment, right?â Sarahâs tone was calm, positive; almost coaxing, like trying to calm a feral cat cornered in a room.
Dan landed face-first against the crystal front of the pendant. She was moving. The last connection they had, and now his cruel captor was taking that away from him too?
âGoddamn you! Will you not be satisfied until Iâm dead? Fuck you, Francine Delmont! Fuck you!â Dan pounded against the transparent walls with renewed vigor, but the prison refused to give. His captor didnât even acknowledge him, not even the slightest hint of recognition.
"Ok, well see you later, and again...thanks for the help guys. " Donna spoke out, interrupting Dan from his rage.
"Remember dear, don't worry about a thing. This is a time to celebrate! You're going to be a mother!" Fran broke in, sounding upbeat.
Beyond the rage, sorrow, and anger, Dan came to the startling realization that with that simple goodbye, Fran was about to walk out for good. He could see the impression of Donnaâs breasts against the silken blouse, his prison obscured behind it. Once Francine walked out those doors, her victory would be complete.
She had spent the last few weeks winning Donna over to her logic, the past few days eroding the last traces of her daughterâs resistance, and the final hours helping Donna deconstruct every aspect of their shared life. There would be no last-minute change of heart, no dramatic reveal. This was not some elaborate ruse to prove his foolishness. Francine Delmont was erasing him from existence.
She had been the first to discover him at his cursed new height, and now, she would be the very last.
Dan's heart pounded as he listened to the unmistakable click of Francineâs heels against the ceramic floor; each step a hammer striking the coffin of his hope. The sound was relentless, rhythmic, and cruel, echoing through the emptiness of what had once been his home, his life. His hands, trembling with desperation, pressed against the thick glass wall of his prison, as if some invisible force could still stop it all, but the reality was sinking in, sharp and undeniable.
Donnaâs final goodbye reverberated in his ears, but the words were distant now, muffled as if they came from another world. The faintest murmur from Gracie and Sarah followed, fleeting and hollow. And then, the door slammed shut with a deafening finality, the sound like a death knell that sealed his fate.
His wife was gone. His family was gone.
âNo... not yet. Francine, please, itâs too soon. Just let me get one last look, just one more glimpse of her, please!â Dan screamed, his voice raw, but it was lost in the cold, unyielding silence that followed. He pressed his trembling hands against the thick glass, the warmth of his body fogging up the surface, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldnât push past the truth.
The clicking of Francineâs heels on the marble was the only sound now, fading into the distance, a cruel reminder that there would be no change of heart, no miracle. The door was closed, his last connection to the life he had known severed.
This was final. There would be no coming back from this. He was lost, erased.
***
Fran pulled her blouse off and set it loosely against the armchair in her bedroom. She slipped her trousers off and walked in front of the full-length mirror. Her body had aged well; her skin was smooth and well-kept, with only the most subtle signs of her age showing. She ran her hand over her smooth, tight stomach and eyed the amulet around her neck with a proud, victorious smile.
Dan pressed himself against the front of the pendant, his tiny form straining to see. He could make out a vague, distorted image of Fran before him, dressed only in her crimson bra and panties. She bore a terrifying, possessive smile across her full, thick, plush lips.
"Can you believe I'm going to be a grandmother, Dan? At my age?" Fran asked, her voice carrying a note of amusement. She frowned slightly as she looked herself over in the mirror. Her hands traced down her stomach, across her thigh, and back up to her breasts. Taking one in each hand, she manipulated them around, squeezing them with a pensive look on her face. Her long red-painted nails dug slightly into the yielding flesh as she examined their firmness and shape.
"I still look damn good. Far too young to be a grandmother!" Fran scoffed as she let go. Truthfully, she looked more like Donna's sister than her mother.
"Don't do this! Francine, please! Don't take this from me! Don't you do it! Don't! Please!" Dan pleaded in desperation, tears running down his face. "I want to be a father! I don't want to give that up!"
Fran glanced down at the amulet idly for a moment, then slowly unhitched it and held it in her hand. Painfully slow and meticulous, she curled her long fingers into a fist.
"No! No, no, no, please! Have mercy! Oh god, help me! Francine, please!" Dan begged as he beat against the front of the crystal prison. But her fingers completed their encroachment, and darkness swallowed him whole.
"This presents a problem however, Dan. You're far too dangerous to leave alive now, I'm afraid," Fran spoke with no hint of remorse, her voice cold and flat. "Imagine if you were to get out. Imagine if this ever reached Donna's ears? Heavens, she would never let me see my precious grandbaby. Iâm sorry, I just canât take that risk, Dan."
His eyes went wide, she was just going to kill him now? After all that, just snuff him out completely? "You donât have to do this!" Dan screamed, his voice muffled by the walls of his prison. He could just make out her disgusted, smug expression through a gap between her fingers. It was as if she was looking down on a mere ant.
âShe will be taken care of,â Fran continued, her voice unwavering. âI will do for her what you never could.â
Fran made her way across the room, and Dan struggled to make out what was in front of him. Through the narrow gap between her fingers, he could just make out a small oak box, gold trim gleaming faintly, and a small keyhole at the front.
"Goodbye, Dan. I hope this sick little fantasy of yours was everything you had hoped," Fran scoffed, lifting the amulet before her face. She sent him one last disgusted look before she carefully opened the jewelry box and placed the crystal pendant beside a mess of other bracelets, rings, and necklaces.
"Please... not like this!" Dan whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper as he saw Franâs hand grasp the lid.
The last sight he beheld before darkness swallowed him whole was her downcast expression, a faint trace of satisfaction creeping across her lips. Her eyes, cold and detached, stared down at him as if he were nothing more than a fleeting inconvenience; an annoying detail to be erased. The finality of it all hit him like a physical blow.
Then, the snap of the lid echoed through the suffocating air, sharp and final, like the closing of a coffin. The sound of her footsteps grew faint, fading into the distance, until there was nothing left but silence.
Still, unyielding, crushing, silence.
Chapter 11: An Unexpected Lifeline
Word Count: 2412
Added: 03/23/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025
Chapter Notes:
As Dan's existence hangs in the balance, a surprise encounter brings new hope - and a fresh set of challenges. Will this unexpected twist be his ticket to freedom, or just another cruel turn of fate?
The passage of time was obscured in the thick, impenetrable darkness of Dan's tomb. There was no sound. The air was stale and musky, and the pungent smell of his own excrement was the only stimulation that greeted him.
Dan was waiting to die, alone. It was an embrace he welcomed, even prayed for. He had nothing left, no one left. Death was all that remained, yet fate refused to grant him his only wish.
All he could think about was Francine, the self-satisfied glint in her eyes as she locked him in the amulet, the triumphant smirk as she sealed him in the jewelry box. No doubt she was indulging in some personal pleasure, relaxing in a warm bath, savoring a delicious meal, or enjoying the company of friends and family. She was living her life, completely oblivious to his suffering. And his darling Donna, the woman he fell in love with, pledged to spend the rest of his life with, was moving on, poisoned by the lies her mother had woven.
If he had been more careful, planned the execution of his scheme a little better, positioned himself in a better hiding spot, been more meticulous with the calculations, he could be living out his ultimate fantasy, enjoying every passionate dream he had ever had! Instead, he was rotting in his own filth in a stuffy coffin, trapped in his mother-in-lawâs clutches. It wasnât fair, life had finally given him an outlet for his passion, only to take it away at the last moment. Dan felt as if he was paying the penance for a sin heâd only just had the luxury of imagining, and it didnât feel fair.
As Dan passed in and out of consciousness, on the verge of giving in to hysterics, a bright light and a quaking eruption of sound and movement pulled him into a panicked wakefulness. He struggled to pull himself up and braced against the walls of the amulet. Somebody was coming, but whom?
No doubt it was Fran coming back for him. Perhaps she had thought of yet another torment to inflict upon him, one more cruel stab to the gut before abandoning him to his slow walk toward starvation.
âLet me out of here Francine, let me out of here right now! Youâve had your fun, now let me go!â Anger swelled within him, and he slammed his fists against the hard glass wall, screaming up at the distorted figure of a woman looming over him like some projection into the heavens. He had never hated Francine as much as he did right now, his eyes blurry and sore from the intrusion of light in his dark burial chamber.
It was a woman, that much was true, but it wasn't Francine.
With a soft, oval shaped face with well defined features, high elegant cheekbones, large almond shaped baby blue eyes and a polished, elegant light dusting of makeup. He knew who this was right away, even before she started to speak through lips shaped perfectly like cupid's bow over a round, soft, gentle jawline and dirty blond hair framing her cute, delicate, high cheekbones.
"Gracie?" Dan muttered, his anger slowly giving way to morbid curiosity.
"Let's see what she has to choose from." As if her looming presence, peering down on him from above, wasnât enough, that familiar, soft, husky, and melodious voice was the deciding factor. This was Gracie Delmont, without question.
"Gracie, please, I need your help!" Dan cried as he watched the youngest Delmont sister pull out item after item, examining them for a moment before idly tossing them back. He screamed and pleaded for her attention, but as time went on, he realized it was hopeless. She even looked directly at him a few times, only to glance past him as if he wasn't even there.
He watched the precious light fade as Gracie shifted the contents of his sarcophagus around, burying him in gold, diamonds, and costume jewelry. All the while, he remained unsure if this would be the last time his eyes were graced with the light, only knowing that he had once again failed to make himself seen, perhaps for the last time.
"No, please, don't let me die like this. Gracie, please!" Dan whimpered as a gigantic gold bangle was dropped onto him, followed by a watch and several other items. Soon, Gracie's face was completely obscured. He could still hear her muttering to herself, but once again, he was entombed in darkness.
There would be no rescue, no last-minute miracle, just another cruel ray of hope shattered by fate once again. âItâs not fairâŚâ Dan cried, as stillness and silence crept back over him like a swarm of rats.
Then, a sudden sense of vertigo jolted him as he was thrown back against the rear wall of his prison. Light flooded the amulet as it was lifted by the gold chain, pulled from beneath the pile of jewelry.
"Ohh, this is nice!" Gracie brought the amulet before her face and eyed it closely.
From his prison inside the cloudy rose-gold glass amulet, Dan could just make out Gracie's face, the faint outline of her features sent a shiver through him. Her eyes, a striking baby blue, seemed to glimmer with curiosity, the way they caught the light as she held the amulet before her face. Her lips were slightly parted in an amused expression, her skin, fair and flawless, shimmered under the ambient light, and her long hair, a rich brown with hints of gold, cascaded over her shoulders like a silken curtain. To Dan, she looked otherworldly, beautiful, almost ethereal, but also impossibly distant, a giant looming just beyond his reach.
Dan barely had a second to scream before he was tossed and thrown about like a rag doll, his frail, bruised body sliding helplessly against the unyielding glass amulet as Gracie moved with terrifying fluidity.
Gracie unclipped the necklace and draped it around her neck. She glanced at herself in the mirror as the amulet settled between her breasts, resting in the valley just above her breastbone.
"It's so tacky, it almost looks good!" Gracie giggled, toying with the pendant between her fingers. She gazed down at it, running her fingertip over the small bump that served as the clasp. "So retro, it even opens!" she added, eyeing the amulet closely as she fiddled with it, trying to pry it open.
Dan was in hysterics, this was his chance, perhaps the only opportunity he'd ever get. Gracie was about to open the amulet, and if he timed everything perfectly, maybe he could get her attention before she closed it again. "Gracie, help me! I'm here, Gracie?!" Dan screamed, fully aware of the futility of it all, but trying at least made him feel useful, as if he were actively contributing to his escape.
Gracie placed one thumb on each side and using a glossy painted nail, pried the amulet open. It popped open quickly and slipped from her fingers, landing back between her breasts. "Ahh!" Gracie let out a short scream, surprised by her own clumsiness, then laughed. "Heh... a little stiff. I guess Ma doesnât wear it much. Must be super old or something."
Dan tumbled out, falling for what felt like an eternity, finally coming to rest between the valley of his sister-in-law's breasts.
"GahâŚshitâŚI canât get a gripâŚitâs too slippery.â His struggles for footing only caused him to slip further into the soft, black canyon.
WahâŚcrapâŚnope, no good." Dan yelped as the fleshy mounds engulfed him. With every movement the blonde-haired Gracie made, he became more entrapped. He was no better off than before. âErâŚumâŚhelp! Gracie?
Smooth slippery flesh allowed no traction as he slid deeper and deeper into Gracieâs cleavage, the underside of her smooth round chin growing ever distant as he found himself confined by 360 degrees of soft, fragrant flesh.
Gracie held the rose-gold amulet close to her face, giving the inside a quick sniff before pulling it away, her expression sour. "Eww! This thing stinks!" she exclaimed, frowning as she held the amulet away from her nose. "What died in here?" She unhooked the amulet and dropped it back into the jewelry box. Satisfied with her curiosity, she closed the lid and locked it, setting the key back beside it where her mother had left it.
Dan braced his arms on either side of the dark canyon and pushed against the invading breast flesh with everything he had, he put forth a Herculean effort, but wasnât able to so much as capture for himself an additional millimeter to breathe easier. He was stuck good, and with every movement she made, his situation seemed to get worse, he wasnât going anywhere.
âUh, god the smellâŚhow much perfume are you wearing, woman.â Dan coughed, the air was thick with Gracie's perfume and the musk of her natural scent, a strong and overpowering aroma that might not have been unpleasant if he werenât plastered to her skin like a mole or a wart. Still, it was much more appealing than Francine. âIf I survive this, I may never smell againâŚâ
Dan continued to slip with every movement and sway of his oblivious new host until he felt solid ground beneath his feet, the base of Gracie's bra cup. On either side of him loomed ominous, gigantic breasts, shaking and wobbling with every step she took. He could hear the thunderous, rhythmic beating of her heart and feel her chest expanding and contracting with each breath. It was a warm and soothing feeling, the first comfort he had been blessed with since this ordeal began, and the first human contact heâd had since Francine had locked him away. It was almost relaxing, and definitely a lot warmer than the solitude of his amulet.
Since he was settled near the base of Gracieâs bra, he had a little more room to breathe, but not much. The wire frame of the bra cup supported the weight of her breasts just enough to keep him from suffocating, and he found himself amused that he owed his life to his sister in law's modest bust, any larger and he was confined heâd suffocate, that is if he wasnât crushed between first.
âWhy is it so hot in here, I can hardly breathe, this is terribleâŚwhy did I ever think this would be fun?â As with everything else Dan had experienced so far, this was nothing at all like he had imagined. Her breasts were tight, bouncy, and hard, the softness that made breasts such an appealing thing in the first place, incomprehensible to him now . He felt like a grape pressed between a vice clamp. Even the most modest effort on her part would be enough to end his existence. Now they were nothing more than massive, firm, and unmovable barriers to his freedom.
With no escape to the left, right or down, Dan looked skyward, toward the underside of Gracie's chin, mostly obscured by the two orbs of flesh pressed together. Through the firmly pressed gap, he could just make out her silhouette. She was looking forward, oblivious to his existence. It was vaguely reminiscent of those months ago when he had been lost to Francine. âWell, not getting out that way either.â He sighed, resigning himself to his fate, he was going wherever Gracie was, like it or not.
As time passed, Dan began to perspire, as being pressed between a woman's breasts exposed him to an awful lot of body heat; again, nothing like he had dreamed about, it was hot, humid and oppressive, with every step Gracie took causing him great discomfort, threatening to void the scarce contents of his stomach. âIâll never get used to thisâŚ.â
As Gracie moved out of her mother's room, Dan could only brace himself as he was taken along for the ride. But there was no despair, no grief, no sadness or panic. Despite the hopelessness of his situation, Dan smiled, this was not a setback, this was a boon. He was free from Francine, free from her cruel treachery, given a second chance to contact Donna and make it all better. He had been offered a small lifeline, and he was glad for it. He was still in the game, as now he had hope.
Danâs path was clear; he had to find a way back to Donna, Gracie was to be the ferry that would carry him to freedom.
âIt will be different this time.â He said to himself, âIâll confess everything, apologize and put myself at her mercy.â Dan nodded, he had to tell her the truth, everything. This was his Donna, she was nothing like her mother. It wouldnât be easy, but he had to face her scorn, her judgment. Only then could he make Fran pay. Only then he could he bring the gigantic witch to her knees, and maybeâŚjust maybe earn his life back, if Donna was forgiving and kind, like he knew her to be.
All he had to do was make his way from his sister-in-lawâs rack, to his wifeâs ear.
Somehow.
Time passed, Dan fought to stay awake in the claustrophobic tightness of Gracieâs cleavage, the heat, pressure and momentum turning his skin pale and clammy. But none of that was nearly enough to wipe the grin from his lips, he was escaping, right out from under Francineâs nose.
"I'm heading out for a while, Ma! Don't wait up!" Gracie chirped eagerly as she threw on her knee-high suede boots and buckled them.
"Mmmmhmm, in town for such a short time and you canât even spare some time to spend with your dear mother?" Fran's voice echoed around Dan, he felt another presence, close. Very close.
Dan cowered against the mound of flesh and shut his eyes tightly. Never had he imagined he could ever wish to be even smaller. He could smell her perfume through the overwhelming fragrant cloud of Gracieâs own, even feel the heat as she stood close to her daughter, her voice loud and imposing, making Gracieâs seem small and meek.
"Weâll have lots of time to talk, Ma. Iâm gonna go see some old friends for coffee! Weâll chat later, okay?" Gracie dismissed, much to Danâs elatement.
âFine, I know how it is.â Francine dismissed, looking offended.
Gracie gave her mother a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. "Well... see ya!" Gracie smiled and turned on her heel, heading out the door.
Dan sighed in relief. âSo long, bitch.â Dan practically sang as he heard and felt Gracie gather her belongings, and head out the door.
The game was on.
Round one had gone to Francine, but the game was far from over.
Chapter 12: The Unwilling Spectator
Word Count: 3012
Added: 03/23/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025
Chapter Notes:
Dan is free at last from Francine's tyranny, but is swept up in Gracie's "night life" activities. Now Dan must survive the clashing of bodies as two titans enjoy a passionate night...a night he will be a part of, like it or not.
Chapter 12
Dan spent an excruciatingly long evening trapped in Gracieâs bra, but all things considered felt it a far better alternative to sitting cold and naked in his own filth in the darkness of Francineâs glass prison.
Gracie's escapades seemed endless; she had an insatiable appetite for nightlife and surrounded herself with loud, flamboyant company. More than once, Dan found himself uncomfortably jostled and groped as strangers shamelessly fondled the breasts he was trapped between. It was frustratingâhe was an unwilling spectator to countless flirtatious advances, forced to endure the cheesy pickup lines of eager university men as they vied for a chance with Gracie Lee Delmont.
The atmosphere outside was one thing; inside, however, Dan was enduring an entirely different kind of torment. The space around him was stiflingly hot, the air thick with suffocating humidity that clung to his skin like a second layer. Every movement Gracie made sent a ripple through his surroundings, pressing him tighter against the soft, shifting walls that confined him. The rhythmic jostling, the unpredictable sways and sudden shifts, left him dizzy and disoriented, his stomach churning with nausea. Each breath he took was heavy with the scent of fabric and body heat, the oppressive warmth making it impossible to find even the smallest moment of relief. He felt trapped in a living, breathing prison, forced to endure every step, every motion, as if he were nothing more than a forgotten object caught in the chaos of Gracie's wild night.
Had his situation not been so dire, it may have actually been amusing. Unfortunately, Dan had no time for amusement, one doofus had managed to work his way past Gracie's defenses and was en route to what Dan could only imagine was his 'pad' to 'score' with her. Dan was frantic...this was one erotic novel he did not want to be a part of.
The small talk gradually faded as alcohol took hold, leaving little room for conversation. Both gargantuan gods seemed less interested in words and more in action. It became abundantly clear to Dan, in his sober state, that Gracie was still very much in control of her sensibilities. While his vision was obscured by Gracie's creamy flesh, he could hear well enough, and it was evident that young, innocent Gracie was, in fact, calling the shots; even if it appeared she was not. She was leading from below, manipulating the young man cleverly. This was a side of Gracie heâd wished he hadnât seen, but more than that, really wished he wasnât about to become a part of.
Dan desperately tried to escape within his own mind, to imagine himself somewhere, anywhere else but here. He willed his thoughts to drift, to detach from the reality pressing in on him, but the more physical the faceless lovers became, the harder it was to block them out. Their voices grew louder, their movements more erratic, shaking his tiny world with every shift. Even the very air around him seemed to betray his efforts, growing hotter as Gracieâs body responded to the heat of the moment, pulling him further into the suffocating reality he wanted so badly to ignore.
The reality of being discovered dawned on him and he began to wonder how he was going to go about explaining himself, or even if he'd be given the chance. Would they recognize him as human? Would they be able to understand and hear him? Francine hadnât been able to hear him, but maybe younger, keener ears could. It was far more likely, however, that they would miss him altogether, dismiss him as nothing more than a fleck of dust. It was likely he would become a casualty to their lovemaking, the thought of which made Dan feel incredibly insignificant and angry.
âUrgâŚthis is disgustingâŚcome on Gracie, do better!â Dan groaned, having given up on
Gracie began to purr as her body rocked back and forth from the intense thrusting. The slapping of skin on skin was both felt and heard, merging with the breathless moans and gasps that filled the air. The sounds swirled together like a storm of lust, a tangled symphony of raw, unfiltered passion crashing over him in relentless waves.
Dan felt the world around him tremble as a bright light flooded his cramped space. He craned his neck back, his body still pressed firmly between Gracie's breasts. Her bra clung tightly, holding the two mammaries together, but her shirt had been removed, granting him a limited view through the delicate black lace of her bra.
Gracie was positioned on top of her partner, a thin man with short brown hair, a scruffy face, and a hairless chest. Dan couldn't make out much else and, truthfully, he had little desire to.
"Heh, so she likes to be on top...doesn't surprise me." Dan chuckled, humor his coping mechanism of choice, given that his sanity was holding on by a thread given all he had been through thus far.
Of course, the relative serenity wouldnât last forever. Soon, the fleshy walls around him squeezed together, engulfing him from all sides in a tomb of rippling flesh. Without the use of his ears, voice, eyes, or lungs, he lay in total sensory deprivation, as outside forces worked beyond his line of sightâthe consequences of becoming entangled in the sex lives of the gods.
"Oohhhh!" Gracie threw her head back, moaning in pleasure.
Dan briefly regained the use of his lungs as light and oxygen flooded into his confines. Dazed and disoriented, he struggled to process the overwhelming sensations around him as his situation went from bad to worse.
After a long and passionate groan, her lover threw Gracie down onto the bed and flipped around, mounting her with his legs pinning her arms to her side.
Dan heard through the black mesh bra, "Your turn!", and groaned, this wasnât over, it had only just begun.
Gracieâs heartbeat thundered in her chest, relentless and deafening. Her breath came in sharp, quick gasps, as soft moans and whimpers escaped her lips as her lover went to task.
He longed to be anywhere but where he was, but even if he could escape the space between Gracieâs breasts, the thought of being stranded wherever 'here' terrified him. Gracie, as Donna's sister, held a close connection to her; one he could use to get closer to Donna. Sooner or later, Gracie would cross paths with her, and he wanted to be there when it happened. Being stuck in some frat house, hotel room, or whatever it was, would only push him further away from Donna, further from ending his nightmare, and further from returning to his normal life. He had to stick with Gracie, regardless of her activities.
The dangers of staying where he was couldn't be ignored either. Gracie had nearly ended his life with one passionate squeeze of her breasts; another would likely be even harder and more intense, as love's passion lowered inhibitions. Dan's body couldnât withstand that, and neither could his mind. He realized he had no choice but to find a new place to wait out the storm, he had to find a place to hide where he could seek shelter from the colliding bodies of these titans, all while staying close to Gracie in the process.
As she lay on her back, her breasts relaxed significantly, allowing Dan to maneuver his way upward. As the thrusting and groaning intensified, he seized the opportunity to pull himself free from the firm hold Gracieâs breasts had on him, emerging cautiously. Both lovers were fully distracted by each other, unaware of Danâs presence,
âIâm going to need serious therapy bills after this,â Dan muttered, and it was true. He had seen and learned so much that, even if he somehow made it out alive, he wasnât sure how he could face Donna, Gracie, or even Francine again. How does a man start his life over after hearing what he had heard, after listening to his family, those closest to him, pick apart every flaw, every mistake, as though he were on trial?
Gracie brought her hands up again, pressing her breasts together once more. This time, she rubbed them and squeezed tightly with both hands, her painted nails digging into her own flesh. Dan was glad to be free in time, but stumbled along Gracie's collarbone as her whole body trembled. From his angular vantage point, he had a stunning view of the bottom of her chin, which only intensified the uncomfortable feeling of inadequacy. Meanwhile, the shadow of the strange man loomed over them both, and the heat from their bodies was absolutely sweltering.
âJust donât look upâŚdonât look up.â Dan repeated to himself, determined to stay focused solely on the task at hand. He had to figure out where to go, safety was paramount.
He could head for her hair, a tangled mess of dirty blonde curls, but if she chose to shower after sex, he would be washed away. He thought about taking shelter in her ear, maybe after all was said and done he could communicate with her while he was there? Another option was to head for the pile of clothes likely thrown somewhere off to the side. She couldnât leave without her pants after all!
Dan's decision was made for him, as Gracie sat up quickly, stiffening in a moment of intense pleasure. She kissed the stranger, fingers threading into his hair as she guided his lips to hers, then ran her nails along the side of his cheek and neck as her lips hovered just beyond reach of his. Dan tumbled down, over her right breast, the soft familiar globes of flesh that had housed him previously, rescued him from Francineâs death sentence and landed with a smack on the smooth skin of her stomach, rolling past her navel, from there he rolled downward towards her pelvic bone, where the two gargantuan body's became one.
"Fuck, shitâŚ.fuck!" Dan cursed, frantically clawing and tumbling as he tried to slow his descent. Once stationary, he scrambled to try and climb back to Gracie's stomach area, all too eager to avoid the grinding pelvises working fervently behind him.
Her genitalia was shaven and smooth, the skin surrounding was red and overly sensitive from their lovemaking. Dan feared the worst, he was going to die, crushed between two lovers in the midst of their passion. This was not how he had imagined his shrinking adventure would unfold; it was far from what he had envisioned. Everything had gone from bad to worse. As Dan slipped further and further down with each violent thrust, he felt a deep sense of regret. He had wanted to explore this fantasy with Donna, not alienate himself from the human race. He never imagined he would become something so insignificant, forced to fight for survival in even the most mundane situations. He was going to die, and he didnât feel afraid, he felt ashamed, and lonely.
He was a man. A human being! Not some insignificant gnat, helplessly caught in the tangled mess of youthful, reckless passion. This wasnât how it was supposed to be. He had once been a full-sized man with his own life, his own autonomy. Now, here he was, reduced to nothing more than a speck, an afterthought in the midst of a primal act he had no power to stop. The absurdity of his situation consumed him, unable to even begin to process how far he had fallen. Once a man of agency, now nothing but an accessory to someone elseâs carnal indulgence, as powerless and insignificant as the dust they might brush away without a second thought.
Gracie let out a soft, breathy moan and grasped the bed sheets. Her lover pressed against her, pulling her closer, his hand gripping her hip. After a brief moment, the man slowly began to withdraw.
"NâŚnot yetâŚ" Gracie moaned and took hold of the man's waist, pulling him back to her greedily.
Dan tumbled down, landing softly against the warm, damp curve of Gracieâs thighs, just above the sensitive, inviting center of her body. His fingers dug desperately into the flesh around him, but the slickness of her skin made him slip further, the intoxicating scent and heat pulling him deeper into the delicate, sticky warmth.
âUrg! No, not like this! Please, no!â Dan writhed, panic building as his surroundings became more suffocating. His breath hitched, his body trembling with dread. He turned his head, eyes widening in horror, as a looming shadow eclipsed him. Above him, a massive form descended, threatening, overpowering. A condom-clad figure, wrapping him in its looming presence before it thrust him deeper into the oppressive, heated darkness of Gracie's body.
Danâs heart pounded as panic clawed at his chest. He wasnât going to die crushed by them, no. It was worse. He was going to be swallowed whole, lost within the suffocating heat, trapped in an intimate space he never wished to be in. His body felt so small, insignificant, completely at the mercy of forces beyond his control, and the overwhelming sensation of helplessness pressed against him like a vice.
Never in his fantasies had he imagined intimacy with a woman unfolding in this way, trusted further and further back, assaulted mercilessly by a stranger's formidable Manhood. The rubbery condom covered phallus forced him further and further back against the thick muscular walls of Gracie's tightly closed cervix. Dan's small size saved him from becoming crushed between the two sex members, as there was precious little room to spare as the two gods continued on.
"Don't you two ever get tired!" It was chilling. He had narrowly escaped the unthinkable fate of being digested. Heâd faced death a second time, trapped between Francineâs smelly socks and the insole of her shoe... and somehow managed a third comeback when Gracie, the ignorant giantess, rescued him from the amulet. Each time fate offered a glimmer of escape, it would cruelly snatch it away, dragging him back into the nightmare.
Danâs scream was desperate, raw and frantic, as he pounded helplessly against the undulating, carnivorous walls, "NoâŚnot in hereâŚnot like thisâŚ" Dan cried out, his voice snatched away from him, absorbed by the flesh around him. "Donna, Iâm sorry.â He found himself repeating these words, the very same words he had said before, no less true now than they had been then. âIâm sorry for all of this, Sweetie.
The cacophonous love making picked up in intensity, and the swollen appendage that was thrusting in and out of Gracie's womanhood began to cause another very predictable reaction, one Dan had been dreading in the back of his mind, Gracie was close to climax.
Juices from all around began to accumulate, the atmosphere growing hotter, redder, wetter by the second as muscular walls began to contract. Gracie let out another soft moan in rhythm with her partner's, then matching his pitch, faster and faster, with more force each time. Then, in one fluid motion the man's shaft pulled back, Gracie's vagina walls pushed forward squeezing everything in and around it outward and Dan was thrust out in the direction of the exit as Gracie reached her breaking point, the summit of ecstasy, then released all the tension she had been building up all at once.
"Ahh!" Dan screamed as he crashed into the blue latex condom, stuck to it fast by the sticky fragrant juices that covered him like a sticky thick film.
"That wasâŚumâŚgood job." Gracie whispered, breathless, lips curling upward into a small, crooked smile. âWanna go again?â
"You're relentlessâŚâ The deeper voice gasped, between breaths.
âI understand if you need a break.â There was a tickle of humor in her voice, buried deep under a warm glowing blanket of satisfaction.
Dan heard the soft, droning lul of their pillow talk, two slow, deep, resonating voices from the heavens, above him, alien and unreachable. It made him long for Donna and what they used to share, and left him with a deep void of loneliness. There was nowhere he wanted to be more right now than nestling next to Donna talking after a night of passionate lovemaking. Tangled up with her in bed with her warm and happy, as she slept with her arm draped over him and her head resting on his chest. Not stuck to a condom listening to the thunder of titans.
Dan withered and fought to free himself from the sticky prison, but was too weak to make any progress. He cried out in frustration as the oppressive warmth gave way to an unbearable, bitter cold. Just then, a massive, looming presence descended on him, and he looked up to see a gargantuan masculine hand grasping the shaft of the condom.
"Stop, please no!" Dan cried out as the hand rolled down the condom, wrapping him up in the used damp plastic prison and crumbling it idly. âThis isnât happening, this isnât happening!â
Danâs strength drained away, leaving him weak and powerless. The heavy thumping of footfalls vibrated through the fragile plastic, and the world moved around him, indifferent to his plight. He watched through the translucent blue film as the giant, like a god unaffected by his presence, casually discarded him into the trash can. The rustling of the garbage bag as the condom was tossed aside. He could hear the man urinating, the sound mocking him from inside the small, suffocating space. Then the footsteps faded, each echo fading with them, until the light went dark. Alone again.
"Oh god, please... someone help me!" Danâs voice cracked in a raw plea. "I canât stay here⌠Get me out!" His hands pushed helplessly against the tight, cold latex that clung to him like a suffocating shroud. "Gracie... donât leave me... donât leave me here..." His voice faltered, his body writhing in a desperate, futile struggle. Thrown away after it was over, discarded like nothing more than a used condom. He wasnât a man anymore. Not really. Just a worthless thing to be crumpled and thrown away, like trash.
Dan cried softly in the cold darkness. Gracie was going to leave and with her any chance he had of getting back to Donna.
There was no use in trying anymore, the trash was where he belonged.
Chapter 13: Twisting Fate
Word Count: 3012
Added: 04/08/2025
Updated: 04/08/2025
Chapter Notes:
Alone, cold, and discarded, Dan is ready to surrender to fate. But when a stroke of luck offers him one more chance, he must find a way out of the trash and make it back to Gracie before he misses his opportunity. However, when an unexpected twist of fate changes the game, Dan finds himself in an entirely new, unpredictable situation.
Chapter 13
Twisting Fate
Dan struggled against his bonds furiously until his strength was sapped and his hope dashed. The deepest feeling of abandonment and sorrow he had felt yet embraced him in the unforgiving cold darkness of the brown wicker waste bin. The horrid reality of his situation had begun to sink in; he was wrapped up in a used latex condom, discarded like a worthless byproduct of lust without a second thought. In the next room, two human beings\ sleepy, blissfully unaware of the human life they had condemned to death.
His throat was raw from shouting, body drained of strength, Dan had no energy in him to fight, only scream and pray for death.
"Okay, I need to calm down, keep my head about me. I can get out of this, Iâm not garbage. I can think this through." Dan pleaded, desperately trying to hold himself together, refusing to fall into complete meltdown. âOh what the fuck, this is hopeless! Help, somebody help me! Hello, Iâm in here, Iâm a person! Please. I don't want this anymore. I'll take it back, please I take it back, I just want to be normal againâŚ" But as Dan screamed into oblivion, there was no response but crushing silence.
"Answer me. Fucking hell someone answer me? I'm so goddamn tired of being ignored!" He felt his second wind and pushed against the smothering prison that was suffocating him. It was sticky and cold, and the latex stuck to his naked body like a sock stuck to a sheet. Still, he pushed, the pocket of air he had been allotted was slowly running out and if he didnât find a way out of this he was going to die. âGet off me!â Dan growled, clawing at the slippery latex. But his eyelids were starting to grow heavy and the sticky latex walls adhering to his face and body were making him work for every inch of progress. The fragrant concoction of sexual juices he had nearly drowned in was now foul smelling and dried all over his body, making him feel stiff, adding to his suffering.
"Rahh!" Dan put everything he had into one final bid for survival, kicking, clawing and bucking against the condom, but it was no use. He was simply too small to break it. His strength soon gave out on him as he felt the impotent sting of failure.
"Guh...." Dan sighed, his body going limp. A mix of dried bodily fluids and his own sweat stinging in his eyes, his lungs were burning as the last bits of air were starting to dissipate. âI guess this is it then. Nobodyâs gonna find me like this. This is how I die.â. Dan held himself together, the trauma of past tears shed left him nothing for this moment. But his mind drifted, spending far too much of his last few moments contemplating his cold, lonely, forgotten tomb, and the landful he would inevitably find himself.
âNo!â Dan cursed, finding reserves of fuel he hadnât previously been aware of, and with his last ounce of strength pushed against the plastic prison, he concentrated what little focus he had left on trying to unroll the condom from the inside. It shouldn't have worked, he had been struggling furiously for so long, there was no reason to believe this time would have been any different. But in his calm, focused on one spot and not flailing madly, he managed to make some headway.âWhat? Oh my god!â The rolled up condom began to unravel, releasing its deathgrip on Dan and offering him just enough slack to gasp a few more desperate lungfuls of air. âOhâŚoh my godâŚyesâŚplease, pleaseâŚâ
It was a slow and arduous task, but slowly he managed to unroll his prison, little by little, bit by bit, until the crumpled up used condom finally released him from its embrace! âAha, hahaha! Yes!â he sang, crawling and scrambling out blindly into the darkness of the wicker basket.
âGahh!â The ground below ended, and with no light to guide him, Dan tumbled blindly into the darkness, landing roughly among a pile of crumpled tissues and other refuse. Tired, worn and exhausted, he had earned his freedom and rewarded himself with a long, well deserved nap.
***
Dan awoke to the sound of running water and the distinct sound of humming. âFuck, my head.â he rubbed his temples, head in his hand and sat up.âThirsty.â he tried to moisten is dry, cottony tongue. âNeed to find something to eat.â With a groan, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and took a look around.
âYup, still in the garbage.â His surroundings were an unfamiliar wall of crumpled white tissues, various wrappers and a host of other common trash. Nothing damp enough to offer up a drink, and certainly nothing he would consider edible. That is, until he noticed a A discarded Lipton Ice Tea bottle stood out like a shining mecca of hope. From his vantage point, the bottle loomed like a colossal tower, its plastic curves twisted and gleaming in the dim light. The label, a sprawling, unreadable blur of bright yellow and green, seemed like a painted wall. Its cap was twisted tightly shut, while the sticky residue of spilled tea formed a slick, treacherous puddle at its base, just perfect for a satiating drink.
With thirst taken care of, the next order of business was finding his way out of the garbage, the last thing he wanted was to end up in the back of a garbage truck, carted further and further away from salvation. No, his survival hinged on finding a way out of here, and getting the attention of whomever it was taking a shower. He knew this was the case as the room was growing more humid by the minute, and he could hear the familiar crashing of water blended well with humming.
âGracieâŚâ Dan hoped this inspired hope brought him back to life. âI have to get out of here.â Dan climbed over the boulders of white, making it to the great barrier, the walls of the trash bin. âThatâs a long ass climb.â He looked up, the height was indeed dizzying, and he was no athlete. Next, he drew his attention to the walls themselves.
The walls of the wicker basket were made of intertwined wicker sticks woven tightly together, at his size each stick looked like trees woven together, he wouldnât have much luck breaking a hope through that. Climbing would have to do.
âNever should have canceled that gym membership,â he groaned, eyes locked on the daunting climb before him. The walls of the wicker basket loomed like a jagged, uneven cliff, each strand of woven material far too thick for his small hands to grip easily. It was grueling work, his tiny limbs straining with each pull. Fatigue was setting in, his body growing weak as it tapped into its last reserves fueled by the sugar from his morning âice teaâ. But Dan couldnât afford to slow down, his focus was fixed on Gracie. If he could just make it out of here, just get her attention, she would sympathize with his plight and get him back to Donna. That hope was the only thing pushing him forward, and his only chance of making it back to Donna at all.
Dan climbed onward, as the flowing water continued to thunder, spurring him on, encouraging him with the promise of assistance and salvation at long last. Of course, vengeance also fed his ambitious ascent. He couldnât wait to tell Donna everything about what Francine had done. How she had manipulated them all, and conspired to murder him, all for the sake of some misguided sense of âprotectionâ. Donna would be disgusted and would cut Francine out of her life
Once Gracie returned him to Donna... he would tell her everything, and he would savor the look of indignant rage on Francineâs face as it all came crumbling down
But for him to enjoy that moment, he first had to climb out of the trash bin.
So he climbed further, his arms burning. He felt dizzy and disoriented, stumbling many times but fighting to hold on. This process repeated a few times, frustrated but not defeated he pushed on, with relentless determination. Gracie would help him, she had to, he just had to get to her first. Not everyone was heartless like Francine, not everyone was a homicidal maniac. Gracie would pity him; return him to Donna, she had to, it was the only hope he had left.
âWhat if the bitch was right, how is Donna going to take all of this? Maybe I did ruin our lives. Shit, I may not even have a job to crawl back to after all this. How can I support a baby, support Donna, without work.â Dan stopped, his hesitation wasting valuable time, as he froze, plagued by the thoughts Francine had fed him, âWhat if Iâm stuck like thisâŚI canât face Donna like thisâŚnot if it's forever.â The climb continued, intrusive thoughts pressed deep down, buried for now. There would be plenty of time to think about those later.
Dan was about halfway to the top when the sound of running water stopped, now only the familiar humming echoed about the humid bathroom. A sense of urgency filled Dan and he picked up his pace. The humming was joined by the slap of bare feet against the tile floor. Grace was getting out of the shower, he could feel it with the tremor of each of her steps.
If he missed her, if she left before he had a chance to hitch a ride, there was no telling when he would see her next, if ever. "Just a little longer, stay here just a little longer, Please Gracie!" Dan pleaded as he scrambled to reach the top of the dizzyingly tall wicker basket.
"Hey, are you almost done in there? I gotta go!" A male voice called out, familiar and grating to Danâs ears. He groaned, frustration building. After everything that bastard had done to him; nearly snuffing him out in a used condom and throwing him away like trash, now he was rushing Gracie, the one person who might help him. Dan's last hope, his only window for salvation, was being overshadowed by that callous himbo!
âOh, not youâŚâ Dan picked up speed, ignoring screaming pain in his arms and legs, ignoring his own hunger, spurred on by hope, and vengeance he made impressive time, until at last heâd made it to the lip of the wicker bin and leaned over the edge to rest and catch his breath. âGâŚGracieâŚâ he tried to call out, but was winded and couldnât take a deep enough breath to save his life.
"Yea yea... early bird gets the bathroom Cid, you know that!" An unfamiliar voice broke in, it was a fair bit deeper than Gracie's but no less feminine.
âWait, thatâs notâŚâ Danâs words faltered as his gaze fell upon the figure before him. A ginger-haired goddess, wrapped in a white towel, stood like a towering sentinel. She was tall, athletic, and exuded strength with legs that spoke of endurance and arms that held a delicate yet powerful grace. Her white skin, kissed by just the slightest tan, seemed to glow, and her long, unpainted nails were kept just on the edge of elegance. She was a stunning woman, no doubt, but she was not Gracie.
âWho the fuck are you?â Danâs voice cracked with confusion and frustration.
"Aww, Give me a break Megz, I slept in." Cidâs response came with a pound on the other side of the door.
"Yeah, fucking the campus whore will get you no sympathy from me, brother dear!" Megz chimed in sarcastically, her voice dripping with disdain as she shrugged nonchalantly. She didnât bother turning fully around, continuing to pluck her eyebrows while leaning toward the foggy mirror. Her glance over her shoulder was brief and disinterested.
"Please Megan, I'm gonna piss myself." Cid laughed from the other side of the door.
"Where did your arm candy go anyhow, kick her out already?" Megan asked idly, her voice distant as she continued preening herself. Meganâs legs stretched endlessly before him, a vast and impressive expanse of human perfection. Her shapely thighs were obscured by the white towel, which ended just above her breasts. For a moment, Dan almost forgot he was trapped in a nightmare, an incredibly small, insignificant speck in her towering world.
"I dunknow, she was gone before I woke up." Cid answered simply, jiggling the doorknob a few times to remind Megan of his urgency.
"Catch her name?" Megan asked as she leaned forward and applied something to her eyes.
"I dunknow...Gloria? Gemma? I can't remember!" Laughter echoed from the other side of the door.
Dan already hated Cid, now he absolutely loathed the man. Laughing like a hyena while he was stuck here, his only path to salvation gone, overgrown with weeds and vines!
Megan laughed, sending the door a dirty look. "Fuck her and forget her? Real classy, Cid." There was a mix of amusement and annoyance in her tone, as if the comment was just another example of Cidâs predictable behavior. Danâs heart raced, both from his desperate situation and the overwhelming sense of powerlessness as he watched Megan, who was she? Was she nice? Would she help or just turn out to be another Francine? Dan didnât want to take the risk, but couldnât really see another alternative either.
"Gracie! Her name is Gracie Delmont, you ass!â Dan shouted, his voice strained and barely carrying any weight, the anger running out of him. âHe doesnât even remember her name...â His words were bitter and barely coherent as the exhaustion from his climb began to take its toll. He almost lost his grip, the wicker of the trash bin rattling as he swayed dangerously.
The sound of wet, bare feet slapping against the tile floor echoed, reverberating like thunder. Megan was approaching the trash bin, her presence growing larger with every step. Dan's vision blurred as her figure grew from a towering giant into something beyond comprehension, a force of nature that seemed to defy logic. It was hard to process the scale of her, how something so large could move with such speed and grace.
The thunderous footsteps Dan heard would have seemed ordinary to the average ear, nothing impressive, terrifying, or even particularly distinct from anyone else's. But to Dan, they were the harbingers of doom. Each step shook the very ground beneath him, sending ripples of panic through his body. His stomach churned with dread, the vibrations rattling his bones. The echoes of her movements lingered long after the next footfall, a constant reminder of the sheer scale of the giantess moving closer, closing in on him with terrifying inevitability.
Megan stopped above him, the shadow she cast cloaking the sky and blocking out the light as she loomed next to him like a mountain. Was she looking at him, was she about to throw something away? From this vantage all he could see was a long expanse of legs towering up and into the horizon.
The oblivious woman continued to hum softly to herself and dropped something into the garbage. Dan watched the crumpled up spongy ball of cotton bank off the edge of the wicker bin and tumble back to the ground.
Sheâd missed.
So, rather than leave, Megan lingered, humming quietly to herself, a sound Dan could both feel, and hear.
It wasnât until Megan crouched down that Dan finally saw her face clearly. She had sharp, striking features, with piercing green eyes that seemed to bore right through him. Her face was dotted with freckles, giving her a youthful, almost playful appearance. She was likely in her early 20s, her cute, round chin softening the sharpness of her otherwise confident expression. Despite the overwhelming fear and intimidation of her size, there was no denying that she was incredibly attractive, even from his vulnerable and disorienting perspective.
It was a point of view Dan had dreamed of often. But no amount of camera angles, trick shots, 3D generated works of art, or drawings could have prepared him for the real deal. There was a total sense of powerlessness and fear, a very primal notion that was impossible for him to swallow. She was an apex predator, and he was beneath her prey. He was the prey that her prey fed on. âGod damn sheâs big.â
âMaybe sheâs niceâŚthis is as close as Iâll come to being seenâŚmaybe I should give it a go?â Dan mused, but held back, too afraid to call out, move or even wave.
Long, slender fingers, each with nails longer than he was tall, reached out to grasp hold of the discarded makeup sponge that had missed the basket, when her emerald green eyes fell onto him by a sheer stroke of fortune, or perhaps misfortune. That had yet to be decided.
âOh shitâŚâ Dan froze, as did Megan. Neither of them made so much as a peep, until, just as Dan was about to open his mouth, a deafening cross between a scream and a gasp escaped Meganâs lips.
âAhh!â Dan covered his ears with his hands, leaning forward against the edge of the wicker basket so as not to lose his grip. Her scream was shattering, like nothing he had ever heard before.
"What the hell!?" Megan looked both terrified and appalled.
She saw him, she was actually looking at him. He couldnât deny that, her reaction was too visceral, too real. Danâs mind scrambled, trying to decide what to do next. Would she mistake him for a bug and swat at him? Crush first, ask questions later? Memories of Donna screaming and swatting at spiders or other creepy crawlers came to mind. It wouldnât take long, he likely had fractions of a second to react.
âWhatâs up?â Cid asked from the other side of the door.
Danâs eyes were fixed on Megan as intense green eyes narrowed. She didnât swat at him, she didnât reach out to crush him or flick him away. Instead she made a clicking sound with her tongue, and backed up a little. âYouâll never guess what I found creeping around the bathroom.â