TALES OF THE TOURISTS by pequenit0

In a world where people’s size depends on how big their country is, incidents with giant (or diminutive) tourists are commonplace… and inconsequential. 


My own spin on the “Tourists genre” that Wholia, TimeTurner, and others explored before. 

Story Notes:

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Rated: 🔴 - Sexual Themes and Violence | Reviews: 1 | Table of Contents
Age 18-24 Age 25-34 Size Society Anthology Big Couples Footwear Feet Heterosexual Intersize Couples Body Exploration Consensual Destruction Humiliation Cum Cock Crush Degradation Cruel

The Birkenstock (Belgium)

Word Count: 2296
Added: 03/31/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025
Chapter Notes: FrequentlyImprobable did an incredible collage inspired on this chapter! You can check it out here https://www.deviantart.com/frequentlyimprobable/art/Giantess-Kate-Tales-of-the-Tourists-1173110158

Jean and Leah waddled groggily to high school under the rising sun’s glow. Despite the early hour and both not getting much sleep last night, their tired bodies marched on with determination, fueled by sheer excitement. Today was their last as high schoolers, and after that, summer awaited… and the beginning of their adult lives, starting as college students in Brussels, far away from their little, godforsaken town. Soon the days of boredom and petty delinquency (like graffiting at night, Jean’s favorite hobby) would be behind them for good. The anticipation overshadowed even the incident that kept both (and everyone in town) awake last night, which didn’t come into their conversation until later.


“It was a woman.” said Leah nonchalantly, “I saw her. I looked through the window and saw her foot, crushing old François’ field right next to my house.”


“Putain” sighed Jean “Swedish?”


“The whole field. With one step. I think she was an American.”


American. The mere word made Jean tremble. At first they all thought it was an earthquake rattling them out of bed, but they soon found out it was something potentially more destructive. A giant. A giant giant. They were used to many of them, especially the French, walking buildings 18 times larger than an average Belgian. But Americans were… well, compare the size of the United States and Belgium. They towered 300 times bigger than them. They were living mountains. Forces of nature. Gods.


“I tried to look upwards to make sense of how tall she was.” Explained Leah “I just saw her leg. It went on and on towards the sky…”


“Legs for dayssss” Joked Jean “Was she hot?”


“I don’t know, man! It was dark and I wasn’t wearing my glasses. I could barely see beyond her knee, and she walked away immediately.”


Jean scratched his head. “What’s an American doing here?”


“My father told me there was some kind of technological congress in Brussels. He spotted some other giants there a few days ago, mostly European.”


“But Brussels is an hour and a half drive from here.”


“For her it must’ve been just a walk, dude. She’s probably staying at one of those macro-hotels in Gante.”


The thought of it, of their whole country being covered by those titans in a few steps, made Jean shudder.


“She walked erratically” continued Leah “Maybe she was drunk? She completely ruined old François’ field. It’s kind of impressive, the earth is the shape of her shoe print now. His tractor flattened like a sheet of paper. François was furious. He was yelling about suing her and shit.”


“She’ll probably be able to pay for the damages with her pocket money.” Jean gritted his teeth. “Fucking Americans. Can they stop acting like they own the world for a second?”


“Can you blame her, after how you acted during our trip to Monaco?”


“Hey, I crushed that parking lot by accident” rebuked Jean with a smirk “And you got your share of feeling big with that local football team…”


“Mon Dieu” recalled Leah, beaming and blushing “those little guys really knew how to play as a team, hehe…”


They finally noticed the noise. It was faint during the beginning of the conversation, but as they approached the central intersection, the car horns, angry yelling and swearing became impossible to ignore. A long traffic jam clogged the center of the town. Some of the drivers were already out of their vehicles. A woman talked frustratedly on the phone, letting her boss know that she didn’t know when she was coming to work. Another man was in a rage, swearing against “those fucking yanks, while his children cried and screamed inside his car. Leah and Jean hurried to the intersection, eager to discover what was all the ruckus about.


A shoe. Specifically, a Birkenstock sandal.


It was just right there, stranded in the middle of the intersection…  and it was big as a stadium. The traffic of the whole town was being blocked by a fucking Birk, by the absolutely massive version of something Leah usually put on her feet during the heat of the summer. Both 18-year-olds stared in awe at the monumental shoe, only a mere fraction of its owner’s true size.


“Oui, she must’ve been so fucking drunk.” Said Leah in a sotto voice.


The beeping of a crane made the two youngsters look to their left. Apparently the giantess had left another “little” present for the townsfolk. Laying against the side of some buildings rested a massive ID badge, bigger than a billboard, its lanyard laid over the front part of the sandal and the street next to it. The huge crane would probably struggle to lift it, so there was no chance they could get the Birkenstock out of the road anytime soon. They were simply too small. Leah and Jean stared at the huge face printed on the ID badge: a beaming, short haired brunette young woman, with  sharp features, dark eyes, freckles and uneven teeth. “CECILIA RHODES / AVALON SOFTWARE”. She was… just some girl, not much older than they were. But so big she could crush old François’ field accidentally. The thought made Leah sick. Jean, on the contrary…


“She does look hot.”


“One, you wouldn’t stand a chance, Jean, you’d be smaller than an ant to her.” scoffed Leah “And two, you were bitching about the Americans less than a minute ago.”


“And I’ll keep bitching, but fair is fair, n'est-ce pas?” replied Jean, rummaging inside his schoolbag for some reason. “And speaking of bitches, someone should remind this huge hot idiot that people live here.”


Spray cans. Of course. Jean never left home without them. Leah sighed, reading his lifelong friend’s mind immediately.


“Jean...”


“We can climb on the lanyard before they lift it out of here. Leave a message or two on her shoe, and then climb down, like nothing happened…”


“It’s stupid, dangerous and very gross.” spat Leah. “Besides, we’re gonna be late at school.”


“Late? Putain, it’s our last day!” Whined Jean. “Come on, this giant cunt almost crushed your house, and ruined old François’ livelihood. And you know what consequences she’ll face for this: none. Nada. Que dalle! Let nobody inconvenience our tourist overlords!”


That was a fair point. Leah thought about her old neighbor. He wasn’t just furious, he was devastated. And that fucking bitch wouldn’t even give that a single thought.


“Merde, I just hate when you’re right. Let’s do it.”


The public workers were so busy rearranging traffic, arguing with angry drivers and figuring out how they would solve that crisis in general. No one noticed Jean and Leah sneaking past them and reaching the lanyard. For Belgians like them, the fibers that made it were thick enough for them to hold onto and climb. Fortunately both youngsters were used to stunts like that, after years graffiting in other high places they weren’t supposed to. The lanyard would let them drop into the shoe just right in the toe section, something that none of them had considered thoroughly.


“Mon Dieu” gasped Leah, holding her nose “Are you smelling that?”


“Putain. Is it getting warmer too?”


“Why did we just find an unsurveilled spot on the side of the sole and graffitied there, Jean?”


“Too late for that, we’re almost there. Are you letting some foot funk chicken you out?”


“Ugh… I guess not.”


The smell and the heat just got worse as they approached the inside of the sandal, and when they finally dropped on its leathery surface, they were both sweating profusely. How was it still warm? The foul, vinegary air hurt to breathe, and for a second Jean struggled keeping on his own two feet.


“I’m fine, I’m fine” he insisted, groggily “Merde. Those must be some huge toes.”


The brown plateau of the sandal sprawled before them, a whole field of soft leather, with its buckles casting shadows up above, like the arches of a huge cathedral. That shoe could harbor the town’s whole population. The surface blackened where that Cecilia Rhodes rested her feet upon. On that close inspection, they looked worn as shit. Both Belgians were standing just between the prints of her big toe and second toe. It was mind boggling. The big toe must have been bigger than their school. None of their houses would stand a chance against the second toe alone.


“Should we do this here and get the fuck out of this stinking sandal?” Begged Leah, wiping the sweat of her forehead.


“Let’s just walk a bit further, I think it’s a better spot.”


And so they did, trotting along the titanic toe prints while trying to get used to the thick, warm air. At one point, though, Leah tripped and fell onto the sickeningly moist surface. He got up quickly, gagging and wiping small flecks of leather or God-knows-what kind of grime from her face and body.


“Uuuugh! Jean, I can’t take this! We’re gonna reek like goddamn roquefort all day!”


“Okay, okay, let’s just do it here and get out.” Jean shook his spray can in anticipation “ what shall it be? Giant bitch? American cunt?


Leah spat some of the grime from her mouth. “Maybe something less sexist”.


“Okay, I’ve got it. Tourists go home. I’ve read it’s what protestors say in Barcelona…”


The ground shook faintly. They both lifted their heads at the same time. It could have been something else, but the rhythm of those tremors and their growing intensity were becoming an obvious sign of what was coming. Some car alarms went off below them. The vibrations were becoming exactly like the ones that woke them up last night. Frozen in fear, Leah and Jean looked at each other, pale as paper.


“Jean. Let’s fuck off out of here.”


Both students ran towards the lanyard as fast as the slick surface beneath their feet let them. Large shadows grew everywhere  as shape emerged from the horizon and covered the sun. It was her. The American. Covering the whole sky above them, so high up she was blurry and covered in a bluish haze. Like a goddamn mountain. They had no time to gawk at her, but a quick glance upwards revealed an even bigger version of the face they saw on the ID badge. This time she wasn’t smiling brightly, instead she grimaced in a hungover expression. A gust of wind blew on them as air was displaced by her bending down, her colossal face approaching them like a falling moon.


“SORRY.”


That word alone made Leah and Jean lose their footing, their ears ringing and their whole bodies rattled by that explosion of sound. They were used to the loud and deep voices of the French, but this was almost like a sudden thunderclap up above. If she hadn’t spoke, maybe they would have made it to the lanyard just in time. Instead, in that crucial moment, their blood froze in their veins as they gawked at the giantess’ building sized fingers (with chipped, bitten nails) descending from the heavens and snatching the lanyard. The lifted the whole ID Badge like the mundane object it was for her, oblivious of how much of a feat it seemed to the tiny Belgians below. 


“Fuck.” Gasped Jean. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. What do we do…?” 


They fell again on the foul leather floor as the titantic fingers clung onto the buckles of the shoe. The two youths screamed as G forces pinned them down to the grime of her toe prints, her shoe moving at mind-boggling speed far away from the town. Caked in foot dirt, Leah had just a moment to notice the clouds were really closer to them now, and some birds flying away from the colossal American.


“Leah! LEAH!” Screamed Jean, panicking. He rolled deep inside her big toe print, while Leah lied around the second digit area. 


“Jean! Jean, calm down! It’s gonna be okay!”


“UUUGH. WHAT A MESS.” Thundered the giant. 


Complete oblivious to their predicament, the American lowered the sandal. Both terrified students saw a colossal shape approaching the end of the shoe’s expanse: her foot. An unstoppable mountain of flesh, long thick toes wiggling while the darkened, meaty sole buried the leather plateau like an avalanche. Smushed under her foot and between her toes there were tons of dirt, pavement and even some trees. 


“Oh putain, Leah, what do we do?! WHAT DO WE DO?!”


“Jean, listen, JEAN…!” 


It was just too quick to process. The American’s toes slid heavily towards the front of the sandal, like hungry, warm monsters looming above them. Jean barely had a split second to scream before Leah witnessed how he was buried hard under the tons of flesh of the giant’s big toe. Sitting between it and the huge arch of her second toe, Leah could not even comprehend what happened before the shoe tilted and she slid just right on her toe gap, crashing pretty hard on the wall of flesh and its mounds of dirt, grime and rests of plants and trees. She was lucky to be stuck in there, because suddenly the foot descended, the free fall making Leah’s stomach churn. 


BOOM! Her world shook hard. Then, the G forces again, lifting her towards the sky. Another free fall. Another thunderous crash. BOOM! The American was walking, covering insane amounts of land with each step. Dazed and confused, Leah got glimpses of the infinite leg that shot skywards to the rest of that being she could barely comprehend, talking over a phone bigger than a football field. 


“YEAH, I’M HEADING TO THE HOTEL TO PACK. THE PARTY WAS SOOO CRAZY. I EVEN MADE UP WITH THIS CANADIAN GUY FOR A BIT. THEY’RE SO TALL, I BARELY MADE IT TO HIS CHEST. HE HAD THAT LUMBERJACK LOOK…”


Even while trying to hold on to her dear life, the reality of what happened started simmering on her mind. Today was supposed to be the beginning of their lives, and instead Jean was… he was…


Stuck between the American’s toes, Leah cried, screamed, kicked, threw up and ended up passing out, while the godly voice of her friend’s murderer just talked about getting railed by Canadian wood. 

The last laugh (Unknown location)

Word Count: 1801
Added: 03/31/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025

Leah was ecstatic, rubbing her clit harder and harder, trying her best not to scrunch the toes of her left foot. Some tiny Monégasque could still be there, going to town between her toe gaps. She had a clear view of the others: below her enormous dripping pussy, basking in the pools forming on the hardwood floor; on her belly, watching the spectacle from the safety of her belly button or her tummy folds; or tangled in the forest of her pubic hair, where the most brave of them could experience everything from a dangerous distance. 


The little freaks. Leah met them at the club. They saw her dancing there, from the plate-sized elevated platforms where the locals partied, safe above the stomping of the tourist’s massive feet. They waved at her, and Leah obliged, bending down towards the quarter-of-an-inch tall locals to greet them. The mere movement made some of them fall on their asses. The rest laughed at those, especially the two guys who were drenched by a fallen drop of Leah’s sweat. She chuckled coyly while observing them. They were a local football team, with their matching shirts and all. Mostly boys in their early twenties, with some girlfriends that eyed her titanic body and the pretty revealing dress she wore, some with awe, others with dear… and even with jealousy. Although they seemed to share a common feeling that Leah could appreciate when she zoomed on them with her phone camera to get a better view: it was lust. Cheerio-sized athletes in their prime and their equally impressive companions, lusting for her.


Jesus Christ, she really felt like a goddess. For once she really understood the tourists who behaved like all-powerful assholes everytime they stomped around Belgium. She was better than that, though. A benevolent goddess to Monaco. That’s why she danced for the diminutive locals, throwing them her nastiest moves, stomping with high heels big enough to end them all at once, gifting them peeks of her stadium-sized ass. They went crazy, of course. Leah ended up leaning on their platform, washing them with her agitated, vodka-tinged hot breath. They basked on it. Some of them, boys and girls, even threw themselves to her pillowy lower lip. The two guys still drenched in her sweat were eating each other out like there was no tomorrow. What the hell was going on in there? Leah’s groin was dripping wet, and she absolutely drunk with power (and alcohol). 


That’s why he had that idea. She scanned her surroundings looking for Jean… and saw him up above, grabbed by an Icelandic guy twice bigger than them like he was a doll. They were making out violently, the huge mouth of the Nordic giant enveloping Jean’s whole face. After that he lowered his friend to his groin, and Jean proceeded to press his face on the huge bulge inside the Icelandic’s pants. It really looked that Jean was going to be busy the rest of the night. She’d just leave him a text. With that in mind, Leah made the Monégasque her proposal. The answer wasn’t unanimous, but it didn’t take long to convince some of the boys and girls. After the short debate, they all stepped into an empty mint box that Leah casually kept in her handbag, and she smuggled them out of the club. 


She walked the streets she loved so much seeing from above, like rivers of light flowing in the darkness. Fuck drone shots, that was the real deal. The unpainted toes popping off her high heels were bigger than the cars, and she could see the vehicles bounce and rattle with each step. She chuckled, feeling bad for all the people she must have woken up with the deafening clicks and clacks of her heels. She playfully tried to tread softly on the ground. She was a benevolent goddess after all, and knew that the walk wouldn’t take long. 


After that, she finally reached her AirBnB on the outskirts of the city. She kicked her high heels off, she took off her clothes, opened the mint box gently… and let the Monégasque fuck all over her massive sweaty body. Girls with boys, boys with boys, girls with girls, girls with boys and girls and boys. Swimming in her juices, tangled in her pubes… fuck, plastered in her toe gunk. Leah saw one of the tiny girls crowning the summit of her big toe, after what she assumed was a long climb on her bare sole. The speck-sized girl waved at her enormous face, before slipping and falling inside the gap of her toenail. 


Leah laughed. A hearty, loud laugh that rattled the Monégasque’s world, made them roll from her tummy folds to her pubes, onto which they had to hold for dear life as she laughed and laughed. She kicked her feet, and the impact of the massive bare heels on the floor made the vaginal juice pools shake as if two meteors fell nearby. Two boys would be out of the football field for three months due to the injuries suffered when they, while masturbating together between Leah’s second and third toes, got smushed by the reflex of the huge digits curling uncontrollably. One of the girls would have plummeted to her death when falling from her leg if she hadn’t landed on the soft surface of a used sock, but she suffered hearing damage when the tons of flesh of Leah’s right foot sole slammed deafeningly on the hardwood landscape, missing the tiny for mere milimiters. And the Belgian giant laughed, and laughed, and laughed…


“Mon Dieu, vous êtes tous... si petits!” she panted, rubbing herself harder and harder “Et je... je suis une déesse. Ta déesse... ta…taaaaaaa”


Later the Monégasques, drenched in sweat, pussy juices and toejam, told her everything. They had no hard feelings, since they all knew what they were signing up for, but Leah noticed they were terrified, and transfixed in one thing in particular. Her laugh was deafening, but her moans were the loudest thing they had ever heard (well, for all of them except the girl who almost ended up crushed beneath her sole). While they covered their ears and braced each other in horror, Leah was having one of the best orgasms in her life. Then Leah wondered if it really was such a thing as a benevolent goddess… and also asked herself why everything smelled like goddamn cheese? 


Because she wasn’t in Monaco. That was part of the past, when she got to feel big for once and Jean was alive. The reality in which she was waking up now was quite the contrary: she was very, very small, and Jean was dead, crushed beneath the massive weight of the wall of flesh coming into her blurry view. The big toe of that American bitch. It was further from her than before, she rolled everywhere like a ragdoll when she started walking. Leah was lying beneath her second toe, looming above her like the arch of a grotesque and sweaty cathedral, like the rest of the toes forming next to it, twitching randomly. Leah’s parched mouth tasted of leather and salt, and the realization made her cough painfully. The air was damp and hot, and she was sweating profusely. She had to get out of there before she died of dehydration. Why didn’t she fly off the giant Birk and plummeted to her death in some random field…?


Leah found out when she tried to move. She just couldn’t. She has glued to the leathery darkened sole… by what she assumed was dry sweat. First she tried to struggle, but her rationality managed to stop her fight or flight instincts. Maybe that was for the better, and she could wait in that safe space, away from other giant’s huge feet, until that fucking bitch slipped off her shoes and… she’d yell at her, and cry, or something. Because Jean was dead. Jean was dead, Jean was…


CLACK! CLACK! CLACK! The ground trembled under what Leah assumed were insanely gigantic high heels walking on a soft surface. Her view was blocked by the huge toes of that Cecilia Rhodes, so she couldn’t know where the hell was she, or why everything seemed to vibrate all the time, accompanied with a loud and sickening hum. 


“ANYTHING TO DRINK, MISS?” Boomed the deep, bassy voice of a female American up above. 


“YEAH, CAN I HAVE, UMMMM… JUST SOME WATER?” Answered the deafening, silky voice of Cecilia Rhodes. 


“SURE THING, MISS”. 


A plane. A fucking plane. They were on a fucking plane, that bitch didn’t even see her under her grimy toes before boarding a fucking plane to god knows where. Jean was dead and she was on a motherfucking giant American plane and she’d miss the last day of school…


“OH SHOOT!” the American hostess thundered. And then it rained, hard. Well, it really was the hostess dropping some water accidentally on Cecilia’s foot. “I’M SO SORRY, MISS”.


“IT’S OKAY, IT’S OKAY!” yelped Cecilia “DON’T WORRY! IT 'S JUST WATER. IT FEELS KINDA NICE, ACTUALLY”. 


Their booming laughter reverberated in Leah’s hot, damp world, while some light streamed inside its darkness as Cecilia wiggled her toes. The water hitting Leah’s face made her realise how fucking thirsty she was. She waited for more drops to slide down Cecilia’s toes to the sole of the Birkenstock. After some struggle she managed to unglue half her body in order to move a bit and lap onto a tiny puddle that formed on the leather. The taste made her gag and feel undignified, like a desperate insect. That water had accumulated all the sweat and grime it encountered on its way down there. Nevertheless she gulped more foul liquid avidly. Maybe she could battle dehydration after all. That way, and also getting naked from her waist up to fight the heat… and so she could get glued back to the sole easier. She sighed as her bare breasts, belly and cheek made contact with the damp leather, wishing that the flight wasn’t too long…


“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN” blared the Captain’s voice all over the plane “WE’D LIKE TO APOLOGIZE FOR THE DELAY. THE ISSUES HAVE BEEN ALREADY SOLVED, AND WE’LL BE ARRIVING AT WASHINGTON D.C. IN 7 HOURS”. 


“COME ON”, muttered Cecilia pretty loudly for Leah’s standards “I’LL MISS THE FUCKING CONNECTING FLIGHT TO DALLAS…”. 


The information first froze Leah’s blood inside her. Then she laughed. A hearty, loud laugh that no one was small enough to hear, or to care. Leah knew about that, about how she thought she cared about the tiny Monegásques, but not really, once she got naked and horny and all powerful. The world belonged to the giants, no one cared about the people underfoot, and Jean was dead. So Leah laughed, a laugh full of tears and sweat that she wasn’t sure it was hers. 

Home for Christmas (Canada)

Word Count: 3939
Added: 03/31/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025

This was not May’s first contact with a giant person. Spain had giants aplenty, especially from spring to the end of summer. Titanic American spring breakers leaving footprints bigger than minivans on the beach, Swedes almost twice the size of the locals towering over the crowds, waddling after drinking too much beer, colossal Chinese families posing for pictures next to landmarks that stood like miniatures at their feet. The usual, mostly seen from a safe distance. 


This giant, though, was different. She thought she’d be ready, but craning her neck up to witness her little sister June, who always had been a head shorter than her, standing a hundred and twenty feet tall, made her heart sink and her legs tremble like jello. And May was seeing her just from her waist, the height where stood the arrivals platform for smaller people at the Medicine Hat airport.


“OH. MY GOD. MAY! YOU’RE… CUTE!!!” 


Her voice, annoying enough at normal size, reverberated through May’s chest as it was blaring from 3 IMAX theaters at once. Standing on the arrivals platform of the airport, May clenched her teeth and forced a smile. 


“You look cute too, June!” she yelled, in hopes of reaching her ears up above. 


She wasn’t lying: her 22 year old sister was one of those “goth girls” many a gen-Z thirsted for. June had a lot to love, but May always felt her insecurity when she was around. The older sister had always been taller, curvier, with tanner skin and bigger breasts. Maybe that should have meant nothing for the smaller, skinnier, paler June… if their mom wasn’t shaming her all the time. You should eat more. You should go outside more (even though they lived in fucking Canada). And who had to deal with the consequences of that little gremlin’s insecurities? Yes, May. All her life. And now that little gremlin was the size of the fucking Calgary Tower to her. 


“YOU’RE JUST SAYING THAT!” squealed June, squatting to see her up close. 


May almost fell on her butt when her house-sized face descended right before her. She could see every detail on her pale skin, her pupils contracting, even the flakes of her eyeliner. God, that behemoth was her little sister now… by May’s choosing.  


“COME ON, HOP IN!” thundered June, unfolding a hand big as the living room of May’s apartment in Seville. 


“Eh… June, where’s the transporter?” 


“THE WHAT NOW?” 


“The transporter” God, her fucking voice. May rubbed her temples “The square box thing you use to transport tiny people safely”. 


“NO ONE TOLD ME ABOUT ANY TRANSPORTER.” replied June, offended like she was the victim of the situation. A classic. “YOU DON’T TRUST ME, RIGHT?” 


She flexed her slender, boney fingers, a little bit taller than May was. The tiny sister sighed, knowing that at least she couldn’t be heard at her current size. 


“I do trust you!” lied May “but it’s just… you know how many accidents like this happen per year?!”


“IF YOU WANT, I CAN DRIVE BACK TO BOW ISLAND, GET THE TRANSPORTER THINGIE, AND THEN DRIVE BACK HERE IF THAT MAKES YOU FEEL SAFE ENOUGH. IT’S GONNA TAKE AN HOUR, BUT ONLY IF YOU WANT…”


“Okay, fine, Jesus, just…” May stepped on June’s warm palm, holding onto her tree-trunk of a thumbnail, covered in chipped black polish “just be careful, okay?”. 


May thought she would rather put her life in danger than endure an awkward drive with her sister being all passive-aggressive. She changed her mind not much later.  


“HEE-HEE, COOL! GOD, IT’S LIKE HOLDING OUR HAMSTER WHEN WE WERE KIDS. SO FRAGILE. I THINK IT’D BE EVEN BIGGER THAN YOU NOW. I WISH HE WAS ALIVE TO COMPARE YOUR HEIGHTS. MAYBE YOU COULD’VE EVEN RIDE IT!” 


While June yapped, May was starting to feel dizzy. Being transported on a giant hand was basically like being on a boat… but suspended a hundred feet in the air. The floor was so down below, stomped by the threatening mammoths of her sister’s black Doc Martens, and the other giant’s huge feet. 


“June, can’t you cover me with your other hand?” asked May, embracing her sister’s huge pale thumb. 


“BUT I CAN’T SEE YOU IF I DO. AWWW… YOU’RE HUGGING MY THUMB! DON’T BE SCARED, WE’RE ALMOST…”


May’s world turned upside down when another giant bumped onto June, probably a guy running late for a flight. The tiny girl had to cling harder onto her sister’s thumb. Her legs dangled in the void, and below, June’s huge boots stomped the ground, struggling to keep balance. For a split second May saw herself ending below their thick soles. 


“HEY! ASSHOLE!” yelled June, almost making May’s ears ring. Then she covered her diminutive sister with both hands “OKAY, JUST A LITTLE SCARE, WE’LL BE IN THE CAR IN NO TIME”. 


Not a fucking apology. Also a certified June classic.


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“I JUST SWEAR TO GOD MUM DIDN’T TELL ME SHIT ABOUT ANY TRANSPORTER! BET SHE HASN’T GOT ONE. SHE PROBABLY NEVER THOUGHT MUCH ABOUT THE NEEDS OF PEOPLE SMALLER THAN HER. 


May was hearing all that wearing a heavy frown… seated on her sister’s left breast, held fast with some duct tape. It was the safest means of transport they both could think of, after some heated argument. It was surreal, seeing her sister from below her neck like that. The car’s AC and June’s body heat were making May sweat. Just half an hour until they got to Bow Island. 


“IT MUST BE WEIRD, RIGHT? SEEING EVERYTHING FROM THIS PERSPECTIVE…”. 


For once she was right. Unfortunately May had taken lots of rides on June’s car. Seeing the interior now was like being inside an alien mothership. The buttons and crannies she always ignored felt… hostile. Something so simple, but now so beyond her.


“Well, in Spain everything’s normal sized for me now. It’s good not to worry to flatten anyone’s car while walking on the street, or to actually be in the streets, with the people, instead of… like… hovering above them. I can go into bars and shit now, instead of just the places for the big tourists…”


“BUT YOU’RE SMALL!” complained her sister, taking her eyes from the road just an instant to observe her on her boob “YOU’RE SMALL, FOREVER!” 


“June, it’s not forever, I could grow back. I would have to switch citizenship again, though. It'd take a hell of a lot of paperwork…”


“I WOULD NEVER GET SMALL. NEVER. IT’S SO FUN TO BE THE BIGGEST ONES AROUND! REMEMBER THE TRIP TO ITALY, WHEN WE WERE KIDS?”


How could she forget? June tried to smuggle a terrified local to the airport to “keep as a pet”. Luckily it just ended up with her being reprimanded. 


“BESIDES, I’M SMALL ENOUGH NOW.”


Here we go again…


“Come on, you’re not that short…”


“WELL,” June’s mouth twisted in a devilish smirk “YOU CAN SAY THAT NOW, PIPSQUEAK. I’M FINALLY THE TALL SISTER. WHO ISN’T EATING HIS VEGGIES NOW, MUM? HAHA!”


May laughed too, a fake uncomfortable laugh. God, she felt… humiliated? She thought she’d not give a single fuck about being the size of Thumbelina to June now, but her sister seemed to be… really enjoying that fact. It didn’t help that she was tied to her boob, like an infant on a baby car seat. No, not a baby. A baby could eat her now, she was a fucking choking hazard.  


With a sigh, she stared at the windshield. Pines caked in snow under gray skies, snowflakes falling lazily. After a while, they reached the sleepy suburbs of Bow Island, Alberta. Home. The small houses glowed wrapped in Christmas lights. May recognised her hometown… but everything felt monumental. So far away. And to think she left thinking that town was too small for her…


“CHEER UP, SIS. I’M SURE YOU’RE STILL A GIANT FOR THE NATIVES IN THE RESERVES”. 


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“Mom, I think you got the wrong size for this”. 


It just felt like when she was a child, May trying to get the attention of the towering giant that her mother was to her back then. Now, though, May was way, way smaller than she had ever been out of her mother’s uterus, and Rita, the owner of said uterus, was bigger than fucking Godzilla, and too engrossed showing her manicure to June to pay her any attention. 


“LIHN’S SUCH AN ARTIST. SHE’S FROM VIETNAM, BUT SHE HAS BEEN LIVING HERE FOR TEN YEARS… AND SHE’S NOT PLANNING TO CHANGE HER SIZE! IN THE END THAT’S HOW SHE CAN PUT THIS AMOUNT OF DETAIL ON THE NAILS. I’M SURE SHE’D DO WONDERS WITH YOURS, JUNE”. 


“I’M FINE, MOM”, muttered June, looking at her chipped black nail polish with a hint of shame. “AND MAYBE SHE’S STILL TINY BECAUSE SHE CAN’T GET A PERMANENT RESIDENT CARD…”


“YOU SHOULD GO TO HER SALON TOO, MAY!”.


Rita seemed to regret her words immediately, staring at her thumb-sized daughter on the dining room table. May has forced her smile so much since she arrived that jaw was starting to hurt. 


“WELL, LIHN’S LIKE HALF YOUR HEIGHT, SHE COULD STILL WORK HER MAGIC WITH YOU…”


“Mom, the furniture. It’s not my size.”


The tiny chair and table Rita got her so she could sit with them for meals was still too big for May. Her legs dangled like she were a Leprechaun, and she struggled to reach the top of the table. Rita approached to examine the tiny furniture, and May thought she was never going to get used to giant faces coming down at her from above. At that size her mom looked terrifying. They were pretty similar, tall and toned, with long copper hair, but May always saw her as an omen of how she was going to age. Now said omen was inescapable: a monument of early wrinkles, white hairs and crow’s feet the size of her own head. 


“OH, DEAR, I… THIS ISN’T YOUR NEW SIZE?”.


“I sent you the chart, mom. The specific size I was going to be.” 


“HM, MAYBE THERE’S BEEN A MIXUP AT AMAZON. I’LL GET IT REPLACED AS SOON AS I CAN, DEAR.” 


No one really fucking apologised in that house. May wasn’t even going to mention the transporter thing. To make things worse, June was smiling, apparently amused by May’s predicament. 


A loud, screeching noise and a tremor startled May. It was just her mom dragging one of the chairs, and releasing her huge weight on it. Ever since May got to Canada her body was in fight or flight mode, trying to get used to her huge, hostile surroundings. For her lizard brain, every little noise was a life-threatening event. She read that kind of anxiety was normal and weared off after a few days… in most cases. 


“SO, HOW… ARE YOU?” asked Rita awkwardly, her lips pursed high up the heavens. 


“I’m doing fine, everything’s just a bit overwhelming. But I’m… really happy! The job’s great, I’m finally starting to blend in with the other people over there…”.


“IS IT WORTH IT, THEN? GIVING UP YOUR SIZE?”


Oh my fucking God. Rita was trembling. May could feel her huge manicured nails making the table rattle under her feet.  


“Yeah, mom, I’m small here, I’m regular sized there, and it’s really good not to be a big scary giant tourist out there. The pay’s great, the weather is incredible, the food isn’t miserable… I am happy!”


“THAT’S GREAT HONEY, BUT… YOU KNOW YOUR FATHER CAN STILL GIVE YOU A JOB AT THE FACTORY’S OFFICE, RIGHT?”


“Mom…”


“JUST IN CASE YOU… YOU KNOW, ENDED UP REGRETTING THIS… YOU NEVER KNOW…”


What May was regretting was going home for Christmas. She knew what was going on inside her mom’s head: smaller people were just beneath them, just there to paint their nails and to use their homes as playgrounds during vacation. There was also the fact Rita would never conceive true happiness if it wasn’t on her terms. May decided she was not dealing with this right now, especially when she was getting used to her mom being fucking gigantic. 


“Mom, I’m really tired, I just wanna sleep for three days. Can you… uh… take me to my room?”


God. The fact that she could not get to her room on her own… and she had to ask people to carry her. She also read about getting used to losing some agency while with the bigs, but the reality of it felt depressing anyway. 


“OH, YEAH, SURE, HON.” her Mom stood up, and May’s lizard brain screamed again “I PUT YOUR HOMEPOD ON THE NIGHTSTAND, YOU’RE GONNA LOVE IT. IN FACT, I WAS KIND OF JEALOUS SEEING THE INSIDE, IT’S ALMOST LIKE A TINY HOTEL ROOM…” 


“Mom… did you get the HomePod the same size as the furniture?”. 


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Of course she did. May jumped again and again, trying to get on the bed of her oversized HomePod… but it was just too high for her to reach. Grunting, she grabbed one of the big grey chairs and dragged it heavily toward the bed. Panting, she managed to climb the chair and finally lay on the huge mattress… which wasn’t very soft. 


The HomePod wasn’t like a hotel room, but more like a model room in Ikea, dominated by hideous “Millenial grey”. Pictures of cities and landscapes hung on the wall, and a poster that, in a terrible Pinterest font said “Big things await!”. Jesus fucking Christ. In the end May felt like a small child sneaking into their parents room and discovering that it wasn’t worth the hype. 


“Fuck this”. 


May got (carefully) out of bed and stepped outside the HomePod. Her socked feet felt the gentle wooden texture of her nightstand… and there it was: her room, the place where she lived and slept most years of her life, but just so fucking enormous. It was strange. The perspective somehow resembled the same that from the summit of a mountain, or a rooftop in the city… but the view was so mundane: her bed with the pink duvet, her white closet adorned with drawings and pictures of her friends and family, the table with the pencil jars full of a rainbow of different markers. Down the precipice of the nightstand rested her old pair of worn yellow slippers. She always had big feet (a fact that her mom and especially June loved to remind her of), but now the slippers were so huge that she could make her home inside them.  


May sat on the edge of the nightstand, feeling a deep, strange melancholy. Everything was just so… out of reach. Objects meant for the gigantic girl she used to be. What she said to June was true: that size was not permanent. If she managed to change residence again, she could put on her big slippers, sleep in her bed, reach the pictures on her closet without the help of a giant, and her mother and sister would be shorter than her again instead of towering behemoths with complete power over her. Did she want that, though? Wasn’t she happy in Seville? Was this new existence as Bow Island’s Thumbelina the price of her happiness? 


Well, one thing was sure: she didn’t want to sleep in that horrible oversized Ikea room. If she had to sleep in a bed too big, she’d sleep in the biggest one possible. Determined, she walked to the other end of her nightstand, where a cavernous gap separated it from the pink landscape of her bed. God, she could smell her mother’s fabric softener on the sheets, way better than the terrible plastic odor inside the HomePod. She just had to cross the gap, which was… well, wide enough to make her consider not jumping across it, at least for a minute. Finally, she mustered enough courage to make the leap. She ran, jumped with all her might… 


… and realised she gravely miscalculated the distance between the nightstand and the bed. Gravity pulled her down as she screamed, hating herself for becoming part of that percentage of people who died on stupid accidents the first month after changing size. Luckily that didn’t happen: a fold of the duvet on the floor softened the land. She rolled onto it, finally landing on another soft surface. Yellow strands of what seemed like grass or fur. A weird dank smell. A cavern of that same yellow material. 


“Hah, you’re kidding me.” 


May was right, her slippers were humongous now. She had used them for years and years while living there, they were so damn comfy, but now they were worn as fuck. She decided to walk inside, not sure why. The smell weared off during this last couple of years of only occasional use, but at her size she could still feel it, the same acrid funk she used to feel ashamed of sometimes. She kept walking, observed the roof of the slipper, and the huge darkened toe prints at the bottom. God, that used to be her. She put her socked foot on the big toe print, just to see how several times smaller it was. She really had been fucking huge. It must have been terrifying for the Spaniards to see her like that before she shrank. Especially for the couple she almost crushed at the beach one of the first days she was there. They called her “giganta hija de puta”. 


She finally got out of the cavern, gawking at her huge surroundings. She hadn’t been at ground level before, since that was very, very unwise if you were small. But there was no way she could climb up the mountain of the nightstand on her own. She’d have to… oh God, to ask for help, tell them about her stupid accident, be scooped from the floor like a wounded bird. 


Grunting, she got her phone out and started texting June. She hadn’t finished writing her message when she felt the tremors. Boom-boom-boom-BOOM! A gust of air hit her when the door of her bedroom opened abruptly. June never had the decency to knock, and apparently that hadn’t changed. Every hair in May’s body raised when she saw her come in, taking her true height from the floor. 


“OH MY GOD, MAY-MAY!!”


She wasn’t looking at May. She probably didn’t know about her predicament, because June’s eyes were fixed on the little HomePod on the nightstand. 


“YOU HAVE YOUR OWN LITTLE DOLL HOUSE!”


BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM! Her bus sized bare feet, with black painted pale toes, treaded heavy and violent on the rug towards May! She was frozen in fear as her gargantuan sister moved at an impossible speed towards her. Just when May snapped out of it… BOOM! An ear-piercing impact, displacing the air around her. May lost her footing, finding herself next to the huge black toes that almost smothered her, staring at her own reflection on the polish of the big toenail, bigger than her head. 


“WON’T YOU DO ME A HOUSE TOUR?” Boomed June, knocking at the door of the HomePod. “MAY?”


BOOM, BOOM. As she peeped inside the HomePod, June shifted her feet, almost crushing May again. She yelped at the sight of her sister’s pale sole hovering over her and landing too close. Then June scratched her ankle with the other foot, displaying her wrinkled sole, a plateau full of stuck crumbs and lint, almost next to May’s face. 


“JUNEEEE!!!” Screamed May on top of her lungs. 


That did the trick. June looked down, gasped and took two steps back from her tiny sister. 


“MAY-MAY!” She giggled “OMG. WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON THE FLOOR? I COULD HAVE STEPPED ON YOU, SILLY!!” 


“You think so?” yelled May, flustered “Come on, help me up!” 


But June didn’t do that. She crossed her arms, biting her lip while staring at her little big sister. 


“I REALLY AM THE TALLER SISTER NOW, HEE-HEE” she laughed. Then she lifted her foot, hovering her bare sole a few millimeters over May’s tiny body. “I COULD JUST…”


May had enough. She grabbed her sisters enormous toes and tried to push them away from her. 


“Get your disgusting feet away from me, you creep!” 


She really shouldn’t have said that. When they were kids, calling June a “creep” like they did in school meant that their argument was becoming a fistfight. May was about to find out that didn’t change either. Frowning, June slammed her huge pale foot on May. The tiny girl’s body was buried beneath her sister’s sole, and her head popped miserably between her big and second toes. She gagged from the impact, the weight and the sudden stench of sweat. 


“I’D CALL YOU BIGFOOT, BUT LOOK AT THIS.” She wiggled her huge toes, caressing her sister’s face “HOW THE TURNTABLES. GUESS I’LL HAVE TO COME UP WITH SOMETHING ELSE.”


May coughed, terrified. She never saw that look in her sister’s green eyes. Her lips were trembling high above, especially when May started squirming under her sole. 


“June… come on… this isn’t funny!”


“IT IS FUNNY. IT IS FUNNY THAT I’M THE BIG SISTER NOW. MAYBE YOU SHOULD START TREATING ME WITH MORE RESPECT.”


“Okay, I’m… I’m sorry! Just… just let go of me…”


“ONLY IF YOU KISS MY TOE.” 


June was dead serious, and May started to sweat. 


“June…”


“KISS. MY. TOE.”


May breathed heavily, terrified, unable to recognise that cruel giant as the person whom she grew up with. With tears fighting to flow, she tilted her head, ready to kiss her big toe…


… and then the pressure and heat has lifted from her. An ear-piercing laugh reverberated inside the huge room.


“MY GOD, I WAS ONLY JOKING! YOU WERE TOTALLY ABOUT TO KISS MY DISGUSTING TOE, YOU FREAK!”


May felt a sheer mental whiplash hearing those deafening words. She got up, coughing and trying to keep her composure. 


“I was not!” She lied “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” 


“RELAX, SIS, CAN’T YOU TAKE A JOKE? COME ON, DINNER’S READY.”


BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM. June’s huge bare feet took her out of May’s bedroom. With a sigh, May waited for June to remember her diminutive sister wasn’t going anywhere unless she picked her up. 


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“Stupid little goblin” muttered May as she violently rubbed her clit. She took a deep breath filled with the homely smell of her mom’s fabric softener “Little insecure cunt, projecting her shit everywhere…”


Half covered by a tiny portion of the pink landscape of the duvet, a very small  naked person in a stadium sized bed, May exorcised her anxiety and weird feelings like she usually did: masturbating. That awful experience stirred anger, frustration, humiliation… and those were the ingredients of the secret fuel that got her engines started. She just wished it didn’t happen with family involved, but well, she deserved a bit of dopamine in her system. Maybe she could fight off jet lag wanking herself to sleep. 


“Coward. She’d never do what I did. Because then I’d move to fucking Russia… hmmm… have her live in my fucking shoe…” 


May was fuuuucked up, that was for sure. But at least she was the only member of the family willing to accept it and, most importantly, set foot to a therapist's office to sort that shit out. She no longer felt the shame and guilt that she used to, touching herself in that same bed, her mind flooded with horrible thoughts, a part of her alert in case someone opened the door and caught her. The fact that she was too small to be heard and noticed made it a lot easier, though. 


“Fucking… eat my… sock lint… ooooh…” 


It was a good enough orgasm, but somehow “good enough” didn’t finish cutting it that night. Panting, May got herself comfortable in the soft embrace of the duvet, letting her thoughts drift through the afterglow. She always felt small at home. Ending up like that kind of made sense… 


Her phone vibrated, poofing those thoughts out of mind. May rolled on bed, and she kind of struggled finding the device. She should better keep it close so it didn’t get lost in that desert of fabric. After unlocking it, the light of its screen blinded her first, but later illuminated a smile. 


It was her ex-boyfriend Matt.

Let it snow (Canada, again)

Word Count: 5803
Added: 03/31/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025

“Mmmm, goddamn” moaned May, holding a piece of French fry with both hands, chewing on it like it was a (very big) melon slice. “I thought all those giant food influencers were hacks, but I gotta tell ya, the taste’s really more intense being tiny.”


She was sitting on a pizza saver, which honestly was a dream come true. Those tiny tables now were actually table sized! Beside her, Matt’s huge fingers descended to grab more fries, making May’s lizard brain scream again… but not that loud than when she was at home with her mom. 


“HMMM. BEST FUCKING FRIES IN ALBERTA.”


It was still weird as shit seeing her ex-boyfriend, the person with whom she spent all those hours in close intimacy, being mountain-sized… but she felt safe around him. And also a little embarrassed. That white rodent boy with the curly hair was still cute, and his new size only accentuated it. Like being a child and seeing one of those giant plushies bigger than yourself, not sure how the hell are you supposed to play with them, but feeling the buzzing desire to jump onto them. She tried to silence that quiet desire. They were just friends. She needed to remember that…


“IT’S GREAT FREDO’S DOES DELIVERIES NOW.” He said, before stuffing more fries in her mouth. “DON’T TELL ME YOU DIDN’T MISS IT, EH?”


… but to think she used to be able to embrace this titan, rest his planet of a head on her chest, and do… other things that now would be totally…


“I DON’T THINK SHE DOES”, boomed Niimi, sitting next to him on the couch “HAVE YOU TRIED SPANISH FOOD? I’D DEFINITELY SHRINK DOWN FOR THAT SHIT TOO.”


“Finally, someone who gets it!” celebrated May with a sip of beer straight from a bottle cap. “You really found yourself someone intelligent, Matt.”


“GET A ROOM, YOU TWO!”, replied Matt. 


Niimi’s loud giggle reverberated inside May’s rib cage, and for once it wasn’t an unpleasant experience. May liked that laugh, and her, despite the fact that she was so, so ready to hate her since, months ago, she stalked Matt’s social media and found out she was dating someone else. A fucking goddess, with an athletic build, bronze skin (maybe Native American? Which would be impossible, unless…) and, well, an incredible rack. For once she understood her sister June and her crippling insecurities. How did Matt still pull bitches like this? Thing is, Niimi wasn’t just some bimbo. She was funny, smart and very goddamn nice. She seemed good for Matt, Matt seemed happy too… May needed to to focus on that. 


They really got themselves a really nice place, where they were all chilling per May’s request. Going out would probably be too much for her tiny body right now. After ordering delivery, May ate tiny bits of gigantic pizzas and fries on their building-sized coffee table. Not only did the food taste more intense: she was really starting to feel that last bottlecap of beer… 


“YOU HAVEN’T FINISHED TELLING THE STORY!” Niimi reminded her boyfriend. 


“OH, SHIT” Matt swallowed a bolus of fries “SO YEAH, THIS SUMMER, DURING THE CONVENTION IN BRUSSELS. YOU REMEMBER TROY LAFAYETTE?” 


“He was working with you, right?” 


“AT THE WRAP PARTY, HE… HE MADE OUT WITH CECILIA RHODES.” 


May blinked at the giant. 


“Cecilia what now?” 


“CECILIA RHODES!”


May turned to Niimi. “Is this hockey related?” 


“PLEASE TELL US, MATT” teased her girlfriend. “WE’RE JUST GIRLS WHO DON’T WORK ON BIG TECH.” 


“LET ME MANSPLAIN IT TO YOU” laughed Matt. “CECILIA RHODES, SHE’S THE DAUGHTER OF LUCAS RHODES, THE C.E.O. OF AVALON SOFTWARE”. 


“Avalon, like, the fucking antivirus that won’t stop updating on my PC?”


“YEAH, SHE’S ONE OF THE INDUSTRY’S FAVOURITE NEPOBABIES.”


Matt took a swig from his building sized bottle of beer, and then felt silent. He was done. 


“SO WHAT’S THE STORY?” inquired Niimi. 


“NAH, YEAH, THAT WAS THE STORY. TROY LAFAYETTE MADE OUT WITH CECILIA RHODES”. 


“THAT'S IT?”


“Did they fuck?” asked May. 


“I DIDN’T ASK”. 


“YOU DIDN’T ASK?” yelled May and Niimi at the same time. May wanted to say “jinx”, but it seemed that Niimi didn’t notice her tiny voice over her deafening roar. That was a bit embarrassing. 


“I RESPECT PEOPLE’S PRIVACY! HE ONLY TOLD ME THAT THEY MADE OUT AND THAT CECILIA WAS SUPER MEGA DRUNK.”


“That’s why she fucked that freak.” 


“STOP! I DON’T KNOW IF THEY FUCKED! IN FACT, I HOPE THEY DIDN’T. CECILIA… WAS VERY, VERY DRUNK. I HEARD PEOPLE CECILIA LEFT THE PARTY AND… WELL, WENT A BIT TOURIST ON THE BELGIAN COUNTRYSIDE.”

 

A loud slap startled May. It was just Niimi hitting Matt’s shoulder. 


“NOW THAT’S A FUCKING STORY! YOU DUDES ARE SO BAD AT GOSSIP”. 


“Hear, hear”, said May, raising her bottle cap with both hands. 


“I HAVEN’T HEARD MUCH, MIND YOU” Matt admitted “BUT WHAT I KNOW IS THAT SHE LEFT SOME SHIT ON A MAIN ROAD AND BLOCKED IT. LIKE A HANDBAG, OR A SHOE. MAYBE BOTH. LUCKILY NO ONE GOT HURT.”


“YEAH, THAT’S WHAT THEY ALWAYS SAY.” boomed Niimi, crossing her arms. Suddenly her expression turned dark. “NOBODY GETS HURT… BECAUSE IF SOMEONE TRIES TO TAKE ACTION, THEY ALWAYS COVER IT UP SOMEHOW”. 


Matt just comforted her by holding her hand. After another swig of beer from the bottle cap, May asked a question that was hovering among her thoughts since they met. 


“You are First Nation, right? I wasn’t sure because, uhm, you know…” 


“BECAUSE I’M BIG.” laughed Niimi, looking at May from the heights “YEAH, I’M OJIBWE. BELIEVE IT OR NOT… I USED TO BE THE SIZE OF YOUR FINGERNAIL. LIKE, YOUR FINGERNAIL RIGHT NOW.”


May instinctively looked at the fingernail of her index finger, imagining a teeny tiny Niimi standing on it, waving at her, instead of the towering titaness looming gently above her. God, she would be barely visible for Matt, smaller than the pebble-sized grains of salt that covered the giant fries. 


“How long have you been Canadian-sized?” 


“NOT CANADIAN-SIZED”, corrected Niimi “LIKE, THEY DIDN’T GRANT ME THEIR SIZE, I GOT THE TRUE HEIGHT OF MY PEOPLE BACK. DON’T FORGET WE USED TO WATCH OUR STEP SO WE DIDN’T CRUSH YOUR SETTLEMENTS, BACK IN THE DAY.”


“Yeah, I remember History Class.” said May, recalling the old (and extremely problematic) illustrations of gigantic mean Indians terrorizing little colonists. 


“YOU CAN CRUSH ME ANYTIME”, joked Matt. His girlfriend punched his shoulder. May laughed uncomfortably. 


“I GREW AFTER I WAS EIGHTEEN”, explained Niimi “LOTS OF US DO IT NOW. IT’S NOT VERY PRACTICAL. YOU CAN’T STAY HOME, YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY STILL ON THE RESERVATION BECOME SMALLER THAN GRAINS OF RICE. BUT IT JUST FEELS RIGHT. LIKE TAKING BACK WHAT’S OURS. EVENTUALLY… I THINK WE’LL ALL GET THERE”. 


May nodded, taking in her words. She raised her bottle cap to Niimi. 


“Not the same case at all, but, like, I’ll drink to size change.” 


Niimi smiled, raised her monolith of a bottle effortlessly and raised it towards May. 


“TO SIZE CHANGE.” 


They drank, and then the tiny girl noticed. Her ex’s girlfriend was… looking at her weird. Like, she stared too long for a second… until Matt broke the silence. 


“OH, BY THE WAY, MAY. DO YOU STILL PLAY ALPHA LEAGUE?”


“Nah, not since…” she wasn’t going to say since we broke up, but that was the truth “since forever. Damn. Those were the days…” 


“WELL. I QUIT.” 


“Matt!” gasped May, genuinely surprised “That… God, I feel like… like you quit smoking or hard drugs. Are you okay? What happened?” 


“I RAGE QUIT SO HARD ONE DAY THAT I ALMOST HIT NIIMI.”


Another punch on the shoulder. Even from there May could feel the force of that impact, and the air being displaced by that rapid movement. 


“DON’T JOKE WITH THAT, YOU ASSHOLE.” 


“Yeah, dickhead.” 


“SORRY, SORRY. TRUTH BE TOLD, IT WENT TO SHIT. IT’S NOT FUN TO PLAY ANYMORE, IT’S ALL FUCKING MICROTRANSACTIONS AND PAY-TO-WIN STUFF.” 


“Oh, man…” suddenly May felt… kind of sad? How many things that she took for granted suddenly ended, or changed “We spent so many hours, man. We worked so hard to get those legendary skins…”


“NO, YOU DID! YOU WANTED SO BAD TO SHOOT PEOPLE AS HATSUNE MIKU!”


They both burst out laughing. His booming laugh… rattling her little body. His smile, bigger than a billboard, with lips she could just sleep on. Did she still miss him? Did her feelings expand instead of shrinking inside her, or…


BOOOOM! Those thoughts were obliterated by a sudden earthquake. May fell off the pizza saver with a yelp, while Matt was still laughing. She tried to get up, shaking off the huge crumbs off her body… and saw that, at the other end of the coffee table (though not as far as she’d like), Niimi planted her gargantuan socked feet. They were… well, definitely bigger than June’s, the soles looming like huge walls. A shiver went down her spine when she looked at them, noticing so many details: the subtle blackness staining the white fabric after the day; the crumbs, dirt and lint collected on its surface; the toes, roughly her own size, scrunching up above. All these unnoticeable little things that for thumb-sized May were very, very noticeable now.


Behind the toes, Niimi’s face hung like a moon, while she looked at May with an expression of… what was that? Annoyance? Curiosity? Pensiveness? Regardless, May felt like her huge eyes were peering into her soul, into the thoughts about Matt boiling in her brain. The thoughts about Niimi’s boyfriend, who was still laughing and grabbing another beer, unaware of the situation. Blushing in shame and terror, with all the hairs in her body stiffened, May stared at the giant Native American and her feet like a deer in the headlights… until Niimi smiled again and turned to Matt. 


“I LITERALLY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU GUYS ARE TALKING ABOUT.” 


“I CAN MANSPLAIN THAT TOO. IT’S AN ONLINE GAME, IT’S BEEN GOING ON FOR YEARS…”


In reality that awkward situation just lasted a couple of seconds, but left May tense for the rest of the evening. Niimi behaved kindly like before, as if nothing happened at all, so May started to doubt if all that was just in her head. Resting your feet at the coffee table of your own home is a very normal thing to do, maybe Niimi did it without thinking. But she noticed May falling from the pizza saver. She looked at her. She had that expression… like her mask of kindness just fell off. Like she had enough and said: “know your place”. 


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Later, May couldn’t sleep. Not only because she was lying down on a sponge, on the same coffee table they dined on, and using one of Niimi’s (fortunately) clean socks as a massive futon. Not only because of the reason that brought her to that humiliating situation…


“WAIT, I THOUGHT MUM WAS PICKING YOU UP. I’M AT TIFFANY’S RIGHT NOW, IT’S KIND OF FAR...” 


“JUNE TOLD YOU THAT? I THOUGHT SHE WOULD… WELL, I’M AT RICK’S DINNER PARTY, I… MAYBE I COULD PICK YOU UP AFTER? IF IT’S NOT TOO LATE FOR YOU.” 


No, not only because of the awful conversations on the phone with a family who could not, for the life of her, think about her needs just for once. The situation with Niimi played on repeat in May’s head. It included an additional scene, though: her grin when she offered May one of her socks to sleep in. Maybe she was being kind for real, and May’s paranoid thoughts were distorting reality, making her see that grin as… wicked. Gloating. She stirred inside the sock. It was warm and cozy, at least. God, she could not wait to return to Spain, when she wouldn’t be smaller than someone’s sock. At least for the locals. 


It was really late when she felt the steps. Soft but heavy thuds that rattled her spongy mattress. Huge socked feet gently stomping closer to her. May lay still, as the moonlight coming from the windows cast a very large shadow on the coffee table. 


“I KNOW YOU’RE AWAKE” whispered Niimi from above, and even then her voice reverberated inside May. 


Frozen by those words, May didn’t move an inch. She was considering pretending to be asleep, or waking up in annoyance, but… 


“I WANT TO APOLOGISE. I WAS A BIT OF A CUNT, BEFORE.” Niimi squatted, creating a smooth gust of wind “I GOT… YEAH, I GOT A BIT JEALOUS THERE. SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE THAT. SORRY.” 


May… stirred inside the sock, and faced Niimi’s silhouette, huge and darkened against the moonlight. 


“Uh, it’s… fine. Don’t sweat about it.” 


Niimi stared at May, the giantess’ features hidden in the dark. The ground shook once again when she sat, and the tons of her ass hit the floor. 


“HE TALKS A LOT ABOUT YOU, YOU KNOW? HE STILL… APPRECIATES YOU. MAYBE A BIT TOO MUCH FOR MY TASTE. AND… WELL, AFTER EVERYTHING. AFTER WHAT YOU DID…”


Luckily Niimi couldn’t see how May blushed in the darkness, anger tensing her entire body. Her closed fists trembled. 


“I DON’T JUDGE YOU, SIS…”


“Shut up, you… you don’t know me!”


“LOOK, I REALLY ENJOY DOMMING HIM. IF YOU’RE THE OTHER WAY ROUND, I GET HE WAS TOO VANILLA FOR YOU, AND YOU NEEDED TO TRY SOMETHING ELSE…” 


Fucking Matt. How much did he tell her? Could she be angry with him, after hurting him like that? Was his right to hea with Niimi above May’s dignity? 


“What’s your fucking deal, bitch?” yelled May at the squatting titaness, standing on the sponge. “What the fuck do you want?” 


“THE SAME THING AS YOU: FOR YOU TO HAVE ONE LAST RIDE WITH HIM.” 


That… was not what May expected at all. Niimi’s face was unreadable in the dark, and that sounded like a cruel joke. The tiny girl was starting to tear up. 


“That’s not funny”, said May, her voice cracking. 


Niimi sighed, and left her bedroom-sized phone on the table. At least that heavy impact didn’t disturb May that much, her lizard brain unable to scream amidst the sorrow. Niimi turned on the flashlight. After an initial blinding blast of white, May could see Niimi’s giant features getting closer to her. And she was… serious.


“LOOK, I AM NOT JOKING, AND THIS IS KIND OF AWKWARD FOR ME TOO. BUT… I’VE JUST SEEN HOW YOU LOOK AT HIM, STILL. AND I… WELL, I ALREADY SAY I DOM HIM, AND, UH… I’D LIKE YOU TO GET INVOLVED. JUST THIS ONCE. IF YOU’RE OKAY WITH IT.”


What. The. Fuck. What the fuck. What… the fuck was May feeling? Her legs were shaking. Her heart was galloping like a racehorse. She didn’t know what to say, but the possible options running through her mind severely contradicted whatever was happening on her loins. Did Niimi know? Was that the reason why her huge, plump lips curved into a smile?


“YOU KNOW MATT WILL BE STIFF AS A MAST IN THE MORNING, AS USUAL. AND HE NEVER SAYS NO TO SEX…”


“But… what if it includes me?” asked May, as coldly as she could. Niimi’s smile grew bigger, meaning May’s efforts to hide her horniness didn’t work much.  


“HE’LL BE DOWN TO IT. TRUST ME. AND IF IT’S TOO AWKWARD OR IT DOESN’T WORK, WE’LL STOP. MY USUAL SAFE WORD IS “SALMON”.” 


May was still frozen and shaking like a toy dog. The idea of being close to Matt again… now she got why it was so appealing now. It was the size. As vanilla as he was, she’d still be at her total mercy being small as his thumb. And Niimi… well, May didn’t consider her beauty as something accessible to her, but now that she was proven wrong… the possibilities alone were making her wet. 


“Do you usually have the hots for doing stuff with tiny people?” teased May. 


“HA. MAYBE. I HAD MY SHARE WITH PEOPLE FROM THE RESERVATION AFTER GROWING, BUT IT’S KIND OF DANGEROUS FOR THEM WHEN THEY’RE SMALLER THAN YOUR CLIT. YOU, THOUGH…” 


Niimi’s huge hand descended over May, and this time her reptilian brain squealed with both fear… and joy. 


“YOU LOOK MUCH, MUCH MANAGEABLE.” 


Her long, strong fingers caressed May gently. The small girl felt her cold nails and soft finger pads running on her face and body. She shuddered, and tried to hold one of her fingertips against her face. Noticing that, Niimi grinned and smoothly pushed May against the mattress, pinning her down softly. A moan escaped from her mouth, but it was too late: Niimi’s grin widened, and she got her billboard of a face closer to May. The air grew hot with her breath, and it smelled like peppermint toothpaste. 


“I KNOW YOU’RE A FREAK TOO, MAY”. 


Yeah she was. Helping Niimi’s monster fingers get her clothes off. Hyped to feel like an insect between her giant ex and his hot girlfriend, getting horny on the fact of how little she deserved that, on how bigger, better and sexier Niimi was. Right now she was powerless to stop her. While the giantess’ huge middle finger held May in place, her index descended towards her aching crotch. The contact made May’s spine tense like a violin string. 


“I’m… I’m sorry I hurt Matt…”


“SSSHHH. YOU CAN TELL HIM LATER… KNEELING, ON HIS PUBES, WHILE I JERK HIM OFF…”


“Yeah, yeah…”


Now Niimi’s finger pad was rubbing May’s crotch vigorously. May felt the giantess’ chuckle. 


“LITTLE WHITE PEOPLE... HOW EASILY DO SOME OF YOU GIVE UP YOUR PRIVILEGE. LIKE YOU WERE NEVER FULLY AWARE OF IT.” 


In other circumstances May would have told her that was unfair and kind of mean, but she was in heaven. The giant finger grinded her pussy harder, and harder… until it didn’t. May yelped in desperation. . 


“ENOUGH FOR NOW.” Thundered Niimi playfully. “YOU’LL HAVE TO WAIT TIL MORNING FOR THE REST”.


Then Niimi’s fingers released May… but the thumb pushed her inside the sock. May screamed as her ex’s girlfriend unceremoniously grabbed the sock and took it with her. The soft thuds of her feet made the ground shake as May fell helplessly to the bottom of the sock. Other booming sounds joined Niimi’s footsteps: a door creaking, a drawer being opened… Matt snoring. May got chills, and then craned her neck upward, to the exit of that fabric pit, where Niimi’s huge face smiled.


“SEE YOU IN A FEW HOURS, SHORTY.” she said, winking at May. 


Then May felt the sock descending onto a hard surface. Its entrance folded onto itself, covering her in darkness. Now she felt the sound of the drawer rattling her body. After an ear-popping “clack”… silence. The muffled sound of Niimi releasing the weight of her mountainous body on her bed. May correctly assumed she had put her in her nightstand. Like she was a mere toy to play with later.  


The thought alone almost made her cum. She didn’t last long rubbing herself alone inside Niimi’s sock, covering her mouth so the giants didn’t hear her scream, which was highly unlikely anyway. 


After a bit of rest, May realised she was drenched in sweat, and needed a bit of fresh air. Getting out of the folded sock was tricky, but luckily her phone fell inside its bottom with her, and she could find the way out of the fabric cave  with the help of the flashlight. 


The cave gave way to another sort of cavern. The interior of the drawer was big as a house. May looked around, curious about what she would find there. A box of tissues towered over her, bigger than her HomePod. A phone charger was tangled at the end, the wire thick and strong as the cables of a bridge. Her bare foot stepped on something crunchy. She pointed at it with her flashlight… and her face turned bright red. A condom, one of the many scattered on the wooden floor. Out of morbid curiosity, May grabbed the wrapper and lifted it. It was heavier than she expected, like holding a wooden plank… and it was also roughly the same size as her. 


She was getting horny again. She let go of the condom and took a couple of steps back, her mind flooded with all kinds of lustful thoughts. Man, if a condom was this big, how would it be the thing that was supposed to get inside it? 


Something hard hit her ankles and made her fall butt-first on a cool, sturdy surface. The big, smooth platform of Niimi’s phone. It came alive at May’s touch, blinding her. When her sight got used to the light, her heart sank: a huge picture of Niimi and Matt hugging in the snow adorned the phone’s background. May climbed on the device, the screen cold under her soles. She walked until she stood next to Matt, a huge version of him, but not as huge as he was in real life. May laid down next to him, like she could still spoon him. A few seconds after that, the light went out. In the darkness, May thought about slapping the screen so it gave her back that image… but she was being pathetic enough. She just touched herself again on Niimi’s phone and, after that, finally fell asleep. 


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An earthquake jolted May awake, rolling and falling off Niimi’s phone. It was just this single tremor, probably the giants outside impacting the nightstand accidentally. The giants… That wasn’t a dream. May was still inside the drawer, which had opened a bit after the tremor, letting through the morning’s sunshine. The ground shook again, and May walked groggily towards the opening to check what caused those tremors and loud creaks, what were those wet sounds that reached her tiny ears. She knew perfectly, though… but she didn’t expect to find the sight of Niimi’s building-sized bare ass coming into view. 


She was kneeling at the edge of the bed, kissing Matt, by the sound of it. Her plateau of a back, muscular and tatooed, rose like a looming force of nature. May fell on her ass on one of the condoms when Niimi’s hand descended into the drawer without warning.


“NOW HOLD STILL FOR ME, BABE.” she whispered to her boyfriend. 


Her huge fingers probed the interior of the drawer, until they touched May’s little body. This was it. May was shaking like a toy dog in anticipation. Niimi’s soft fingertips pinched her and lifted her fast, and the small girl felt like she was on a theme park ride. When her vision adjusted, she almost pissed herself in fear and excitement. While she dangled a hundred feet from the floor, Niimi’s huge face loomed over her, smiling above the two flesh hills of her bare breasts. The giantess was standing on her bed, and down in the valley of sheets below lay the familiar sight of Matt’s skinny naked body, so impossibly big now. He, though, was blindfolded. 


Niimi didn’t say a word. Just winked at May and suddenly squatted. May felt her stomach sink while she descended, taking a quick peek of Niimi’s breasts, her tummy, her hairy cooch (probably the size of May’s whole body), the mind-bogglingly long, unshaved pillars that were her legs… and, finally, her truck-sized bare feet. Apparently that was her destination: May was unceremoniously released on her foot, and tried her best to hold on to her long, thick toes, still warm and a bit sweaty from the night inside the socks, covered in lint and a faint, pungent smell. Before her May found Matt’s monumental, hairy thigh, crowned in pubic hair and his half stiff manhood. She quivered in fear and anticipation. 


From down there, Niimi’s face seemed so small and distant in the heights… but the rest of her body was monstrous, a goddess who should be looked in awe. Her foot raised, and May embraced the huge big toe, pressing her cheek on the unpainted nail. A soft, wet sound followed, and the reverberating hum of Matt’s moaning. When May opened her eyes, she found that Niimi was stepping on Matt’s dick, a whale trapped beneath the monumentally long brown sole. 


“HHHMMM… OH FUCK” groaned Matt. 


May was burning bright red at the surreal sight: her ex’s planet of a head, blindfolded at the end of the plateau of his pale chest, beyond the hill of his tummy. His behemoth of a cock stiffening below her, while Niimi’s toes flexed while caressing its tip. The same cock she used to fit inside her mouth, grab with her hand, get deep inside her. She was so close, she could feel the smell of his arousal. She just wanted to jump on his pubes and ride it like a goddamn mountie… 


Niimi had other plans, though. The foot raised again, hovering above the pale landscape of Matt’s body. May braced herself as she descended towards Matt’s face. God, he was having a blast. She felt so jealous all of a sudden, because she never could have dommed him like that… and well, he could have never dommed May like Niimi was doing. She guessed that made things even. 


These thoughts disappeared when Niimi’s foot landed on his face. May felt his moans and shudders through her body, her hair waving against the gusts of hot, humid breath that blew between Niimi’s toes. May held onto them, her nerves tingling from the danger of being so close to Matt’s open mouth… to his beautiful lips, that cute nose she’d love to climb on, the curly hair she’d get lost in. 


“I LOVE FEELING YOU SQUIRM, LITTLE WORM”, Niimi thundered above, smiling as she caressed her own crotch. May didn’t know if that was for Matt or for her, but she got goosebumps anyway. 


A loud wet sound made May turn to Matt again. He stuck his tongue out, a huge slimy creature hungry for Niimi’s toes, collecting all the lint and grime they carried. His breath alone was making May sweat, while she waited for the inevitable to happen. When Matt licked Niimi’s big toe, he tasted the tiny body of her ex too, covering her in thick drool. 


“MAY?” he boomed.


“NO TALKING, EH?” Commanded Niimi, covering her lover’s mouth with the ball of her foot. “BOTH OF YOU.”


Matt panted… and resumed licking, centering his efforts on Niimi’s big toe and its passenger. While May was being hit relentlessly by the giant tongue she used to take inside her mouth, she asked herself if Matt really knew she was going to be there. Either way he seemed into it, which eased her mind. 


Niimi’s toe was becoming slippery with Matt’s saliva. With a yelp, May slipped and fell through the toe gap, landing on Matt’s cushiony lips. 


“Oh… fuck…”


Niimi’s sole pinned her against them softly. The first time she faced the foot, taking in the salty musk. The second time she managed to turn and bury her head into Matt’s lips. She kissed them and licked them rabidly, rubbed herself against them, wanting to scream how sorry she was for everything, to have a second chance with him, even if she had to leave Spain and live as his pet and Niimi’s. She couldn’t help squealing when Matt’s tongue stuck out again and rammed her pussy while Niimi’s gargantuan foot pressed her against it. She screamed as she exploded, falling limp on the coarse surface below Matt’s lower lip. 


Light returned when Niimi’s sole retreated. She laid on bed with Matt, her huge face looming over poor little May. 


“COME ON, UP WITH YOU. WE’RE NOT DONE.” 


She pinched May’s limp body and took it away from Matt’s face. The small girl felt like she was dropped on some strange coarse bushes. They were pubes. Matt’s pubes, gathering around the monument that was his stiff dick, shooting skywards. May stood at the shade of the pillar of flesh, while Niimi descended towards it, eyes aflame with lust. 


“MY BIG MAN’S COCK.” she said teasingly, putting it inside her mouth while looking straight at May. She could feel the tremors of Matt’s body quivering with pleasure. “BET IS A NICE VIEW DOWN THERE. I HAD MY ADVENTURES BEFORE GROWING.”


Niimi stretched her arm to get the blindfold out of Matt’s eyes. He looked down towards May, and his lips curved into an awkward half-smile. 


“THIS IS ABOUT TO BLOW UP.” said Niimi, flicking Matt’s dick. He groaned deafeningly again. “WE’RE GONNA PLAY A LITTLE GAME, MAY. CAN YOU GET TO HIS NECK BEFORE HE CUMS ALL OVER YOU?” 


A heavy sloppy sound reached May’s ears as Niimi started stroking the giant manhood looming over her. Beneath her bare feet the ground was shaking again. 


“TICK-TOCK, MAY…”


She didn’t quite know why she started running. Why she was sweating, tripping on Matt’s soft stomach, feeling his little body hairs on her fast soles. She had been reduced to a horny animal at that point. May ran and ran towards Matt’s face, his eyes half closed, groaning in pleasure. She barely reached his chest when a tremor made her fall on the soft skin, an ear-piercing bellowing moan escaping from Matt’s mouth. She turned, but it was too late. 


White. It hit her like a basketball on her face, on her whole body. A hot, sticky mess coating her entirely. Food tasted more intense at her size, and so did semen. The smell alone made her eyes water. She tried to stand up, covered in thick goo, but she soon tripped again on the foul white puddle. Niimi’s deafening giggles thundered around her. It was so fucking humiliating… so fucking hot. 


“SHOULD WE KEEP HER, MATT? HAVE YOURSELF A LITTLE CUM SLUT?”


“NIIMI, COME ON.” 


“I’M JUST KIDDING! I GOT A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY. ARE YOU OKAY, MAY? ARE YOU… OH MY GOD, ARE YOU TOUCHING YOURSELF?” 


She was, covered in her ex’s spunk, tears flowing down her eyes as she looked at the titans above. 


“OH, MAY…” 


Matt scooped her from his body, the small girl trembling and curling into a ball. Worried, Niimi grabbed a tissue while Matt gently got May closer to her face. 


“HEY, HEY. WE CAN STOP, IF YOU WANT. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN FOR ALL OF US.” 


“DID YOU SAY THE SAFE WORD? MAYBE WE DIDN’T HEAR IT” said Niimi, worried,  giving May a piece of tissue for her to clean up with. 


“I’m just so sorry…” May sobbed, cleaning some cum from her face. “God, this is ridiculous. I’m so sorry about everything… and you deserve to be happy, and I see that you are, and I’m happy for you, and… I don’t know what I’m feeling.” 


“MAY… YOU KNOW IT’S ALL FORGIVEN” said Matt soothingly. “AND YOU SEEMED HAPPY TOO! YOU’RE LIVING THE DREAM WORKING ABROAD! THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED, RIGHT? TO TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR LIFE. I LOVE THAT FOR YOU. AND I LOVE YOU.” 


May… sobbed harder, pressing her face against Matt’s fingertip. Nimmi sighed, caressing May’s little head. 


“I THINK WE SHOULD STOP, THIS HASN’T BEEN A GOOD IDEA…” 


“No!” Yelped May, for Niimi’s surprise. “We… we can go on. I’m really liking this. I don’t think I’m gonna get many chances to explore sex with big people safely like this.”


“YOU SURE?” Asked Matt, 


“Yeah… just this once. After that, we’ll keep being friends. Normal friends who know each other are so hot but they’ll respect their boundaries. 


Matt and Niimi looked at each other… and smiled. 


“I LOVE TO HEAR THAT, MAY.” boomed Niimi. She gave May a quick Kiss with her huge, plump lips. “ALSO BECAUSE I THINK IT’S MY TURN TO HAVE FUN.”


The rest of the day was so insane May doubted if she could keep her word and not think about having sex with them anymore. After that talk, Matt put May on Niimi’s big, dripping pussy and let her caress her tennis ball sized clit while they both made out. Sweating and dripping in juices (hers and Niimi’s), May almost came at the sight of the two colossal bodies rubbing each other above her. She didn’t hold on as much after Matt made her lay on her back and licked her cooch and Niimi’s at the same time. Niimi hadn’t come yet, so Matt used little May as a human dildo. May got aroused again by the feeling of her bare legs sliding down Niimi’s warm, viscous vagina until she screamed like a banshee. 


While they were catching their breath, the giant pair let May walk around their bodies. With her feet still wet of Niimi’s juices, May pranced around her mountainous breasts, a bouncy castle of flesh. Later she had a little walk on Matt’s chest, recomforted by his familiar smell and warmth. She went down his crotch again, and the giants laughed when she rested a bit on his balls as they were a bean bag. That, though, made Matt stiff again. Niimi enjoyed seeing little May embracing his cock and trying to ride it. After a bit she grabbed May and put her on Matt’s pubes, kneeled over Matt and slid his monstrous dick inside her hungry vagina. On the front row seat of his pubes, May revered at the sight of Niimi’s monumental body riding his ex hard. That until Matt snatched her and put her on his lips. Both girls rode him in the way they could. 


After hours and hours, the couple came for the last time, while Matt was going on Niimi doggy style and grinded May’s pussy with his thumb, while she lay on Niimi’s sweaty ass. While Niimi screamed again, he came all over the tiny girl again, who gulped his semen avidly. 


“LET IT SNOW, EH?” Laughed Matt, with another post orgasm groan. “LET IT SNOW…”


After that, Matt and Niimi collapsed on bed, making May roll onto the pair’s giant bare feet. The small girl, covered in white like a glazed donut, observed the walls of their soles a moment, how Niimi’s peds were almost as big as Matt’s (a fellow Bigfoot), how they touched each other. They moved, unaware that May was there, and suddenly she found herself buried under the side of Matt’s foot. He raised his head after feeling the touch of her little body. 


“FUCK. MAY?”


May had her head wedged under his pinky toe… and she was licking it. Niimi laughed at the sight.


“YEAH, YOU’RE TOTALLY A FREAK.”


The let May go to town with their feet while they rested, rubbing them softly against the other’s to tease her. While Matt’s big toe pinned her against Niimi’s sweaty sole, May came for the last time. 


A while later, Matt and Niimi showered together, while May had a blast inside the improvised pool they made for her in the sink. After that, they chilled for bit, talking and laughing. Now May knew every smile, every gesture and word from Matt and Niimi was sincere. Nothing was more sincere like the moment they shared together. Even if they’ll go their separate ways. 


In the evening, they helped May into the transporter and gave her a ride home. The sun was almost set, painting the snow pink. 


“Jesus, my mum is furious.” Said May, scrolling at a ton of angry messages on her phone. She’s so pissed I’m late for Christmas.” 


“YEAH, MY PARENTS TOO.” Laughed Matt on the driver’s seat. “TOTALLY WORTH IT.” 


“OH YEAH.” Nodded Niimi, on whose lap the transporter rested.  


“HEY MAY” said Matt, looking at May from above. “DON’T LET THEM GIVE YOU MORE SHIT ABOUT YOUR LIFE, BECAUSE I LOVE THAT NEW SIZE FOR YOU.”


May smiled. A huge, confident smile. 


“You know what? Me too.”

The Andorran Queen (Andorra), Part I

Word Count: 2494
Added: 03/31/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025
Chapter Notes:

TW: Suicidal thoughts

Once upon a time, in the teeny tiny country of Andorra, there lived a teeny tiny girl with gigantic dreams. 


Her name was Rita. She was raised in a humble family in a humble town in a valley not much far from the capital, Andorra la Vella. She was bright, brainy, headstrong, and hard-working. If she wanted something, she got it, no matter the cost. She wanted to go to a school her parents couldn’t afford, so she busted her ass studying to get the impeccable grades required for getting a scholarship. At that school, years later, she set her mind to making out with the most popular boy in her class, so she flipped her nerdy demeanor and bimbofied herself before crashing into his birthday party. In the end, losing her virginity to him wasn’t worth the hype. No matter how hard Rita tried, no feat tasted that good when she finally sank her teeth into it. Maybe because there was a fact that Rita could not change at all. 


She was small. 


Well, she was petite for Andorran standards, but for the rest of the world, she was even more insignificant than that. She learned that at a very young age, the first time she saw a Spaniard looming over her. She’d never forget how every hair in her body raised at the sight of the sole of that gigantic woman’s sandal traversing the heavens at an impossible speed; how her smooth legs, cutting through some low clouds, seemed to be endless; how she blushed at the sight of her blurry underwear hanging on the sky, underneath that red dress; the heel of the goddess falling heavily many miles further, making the ground shake underneath. How she looked down and waved at them. That single, cooing “hola”, the distant but loud explosion of sound rattling Rita’s small eardrums.


When her mother told her that impossible, mind-bending being wasn’t actually “that big” and that ir could fit on the palm of the hand of an American, Rita almost burst out crying. 


Their kilometric Spanish neighbors (and the equally gargantuan French, to a lesser extent) were a common sight in the tiny country, exiting malls that rivaled the local Pyrenean mountains in height, carrying shopping bags that could harbor whole towns. Andorra was basically a tax-free paradise for the Spanish, and the country received great wealth from becoming an alpine shopping mall for the giants… or that’s what the people who hoarded the majority of that wealth kept insisting on. Every Andorran had a high chance of spending most of their lives making a living at the service of the giants. Enduring their unavoidable, looming, loud and condescendent presence. Witnessing how they polluted their nature with impossibly big garbage, crushed whole forests with a single misstep, built their monstrous monuments to capitalism where they could never be ignored.


Rita was bothered by all that, of course. But not because she didn't want the giant Spaniards stomping on her country, no. It was because she wanted to *be* them. 


Well, not them. Their height was casual. Normal. She didn’t want to be their equal, but their superior. She needed to be bigger than them. Big as the foreigners that could obliterate the whole country with a fingertip (and were banned from Andorra because of that). Big enough that she could change the weather by simply breathing too close to the country. Big enough that she could spit on the country and drown everyone, big and small, in a flood of saliva that would encompass the very mountains. 


Oh, how she touched herself thinking about those depraved, hyper-specific fantasies. How did they satisfy her better than any man or woman. 


Growing became her goal, her obsession. She rejected going to college in Andorra, and even when the chance came for her to study in Barcelona. God, thinking of being the tiny exchange student among mountain-sized classmates in a city roamed with even bigger tourists made her blood run cold. She seeked a scholarship to study in a big country where she could become a citizen. This could be the US, Canada or Australia. Her obsession became worse  when the Spanish influencers moved near her town, building houses so big that blocked the sight of the mountains and became the new horizon for the tiny locals, like they lived in towns of bugs next to the vast yards that were once forests. The exodus of Spanish digital content creators to Andorra had become a whole thing the past few years. A whole thing that the rich drooled upon and the common people loathed. The reason of them moving to Andorra was plain and simple: avoiding paying taxes back home. That would normally require them to become Andorran citizens and thus shrink into a more manageable size… but they found loopholes to avoid that, provided by the same wealthy Andorrans dreaming of selling kilometers and kilometers of real estate. And so, suit-wearing ghouls and baseball-cap-wearing assholes managed to make their greed everyone’s problem. 


Rita, on her way back home after her waitress shifts in a shitty restaurant that at least served only regular sized people, had to endure the sight of colossal designer sneakers stomping on the outskirts of town, and overpriced cargo pants that could cover a small mountain looming overhead. She used to crank up the volume of her headphones to avoid the godly voice that blasted from the heavens, a god that was just a 20-year-old douchebag with a broccoli haircut and the IQ of an amoeba who got rich playing video games and being racist on-line. 


“HOSTIA, CHAVAL!” he laughed once, recording with his airfield-sized iPhone. “SE VE COMO SI FUERA EN AVIÓN, PERO ES QUE SOY GIGANTE, MACHO.” then, he moved his foot, dangling it over the town. “MIRAD MI PIE EN COMPARACIÓN!” 


A douchebag, nevertheless, that could level Rita’s town under the sole of his fuck-ugly sponsored sneaker. That could end her life and thousands of others just like that. That could  at the same time be eaten like a snack by a Canadian or a Russian. What did that make her, then? An amoeba to an amoeba, destined to serve those who despite their mountainous size she still could perceive as humans, instead of the blurry planetary masses that the foreigners would be to her. Infinitesimal. Worthless, despite the high opinion Rita had about herself. Despite her big hopes and dreams… which were slowly dwindling with time. 


She lost a scholarship after another. There was simply too much competition, and a teeny tiny Andorran was kind of a logistic and bureaucratic pain in the ass to everyone. Meanwhile she was stuck there, feeling small around the people her size she served at the restaurant, and even smaller staring at the mansions looming on the horizon, hating and loving each and every giant that lived inside. 


After some complaints from the townsfolk, the douchy streamer stopped recording them or looming his foot above the town, but recently a Spanish fitness influencer, Cati Jerez, had moved there too. Knowing about the problems the town had with other content creators, Cati decided she would be “a nice neighbor” and, in a good-willing but absolutely tone-deaf act of kindness, decided to treat everyone with a free fitness session twice a week. That meant that on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, at fucking 8 AM sharp, Cati’s mountanious, toned form loomed over the skies of the town, dressed in tight leggings and a tank top, wearing the smile of a child that was about to feed their hamster.


“¡VENGA, A DESPERTAR, CAMPEONES!


Blasting obnoxious pop music that made every bird in the surrounding kilometers fuck off to France, Cati stretched, bounced, did push ups and sit-ups. The earth shook under the tonnage of her feet, inside her also sponsored and tasteless sneakers. Car alarms went off, dogs barked, babies cried. The endless miles of her damp skin glistened under the sunrise. Droplets of her sweat fell like meteorites over streets, houses and people. Her spectacular ass loomed threateningly over the town, eclipsing the rising sun like a rogue planet. Someone demonstrated that the temperature in town rose 5 degrees Celsius during Cati’s routines. Everyone noticed how the faint smell of her sweat lingered everywhere for a whole day after that. 


“¡VAMOS, NO OS RINDÁIS! ¡UN, DOS! ¡UN, DOS!”


Cati’s cataclysmic routines became Rita’s alarm clock twice a week, and the Andorran girl fucking hated. Her dismay was the size of Cati’s ass when she found out that many of the townsfolk (including her parents!) followed Cati’s routines, devoted worshippers of their new fitness goddess. She was just so nice and fun! Besides, it was healthy! Rita almost told her mother to fuck off when she invited her to join. Yes, many others were complaining (especially wives fed up with their husbands being transfixed by the Spanish titan’s beauty, or even jerking off to it). The debate was still ongoing, and when Rita lost her last available scholarship, when she hit a low point of her depression, she gave up.


“NO PAIN, NO GAIN! ¡VAMOS!


Some mornings Rita woke up lazily to Cati’s lame music and window-rattling motivational quotes and just followed her commands, like the worthless drone she was under her unreachable queen. Sometimes she rubbed her clit at the sight of that moon of an ass that always seemed about to burst off her leggings, or staring at the sweaty cleavage where her house and many others could be crushed down to sand. Hell, sometimes Rita masturbated when Cati, during more relaxed yoga sessions, stretched her leg right next to Rita’s home. The glistening, bare sole of her foot towered over the house like a flesh mountain with a vast, wrinkled wall, splashed with some dirt and crushed trees, crowned with five curling, perfectly pedicured summits. It was so close to them that some colossal drops of sweat slid off from the sole and fell onto the garden, poisoning the soil with salt and slowly killing her mother’s beloved hedge over the course of a month.


Rita fingered herself under the colossal, irresistible sole, wanting to be closer to Cati Jerez, wanting to *be* Cati Jerez. She could have been, if she accepted spending some years as a microbe studying in Barcelona and luckily got a Spanish citizenship after that. It was too late now. They made an effort for tiny exchange students, but outside of that there was no use for someone that small in Spain. Jobless, she would end up living in a micro-slum, eating from crumbs the size of houses on the pavement, pissing herself at the sight of Godzilla-sized pigeons that could gobble her up effortlessly or crush her without even noticing. Shivering inside a drug-lord runned apartment block built inside a match box, praying to God and the Virgin Mary to fend off any hungry rats or cockroaches that could devour its poor tiny inhabitants, or any homeless weirdo wishing to drown them all in his stinky ejaculate, or any drunken giant tourist not watching their massive steps. It was better this way, shift after shift at the restaurant, collapsing in bed, waking up beneath her envied goddess’ shadow. The living, towering reminder of her failure, to which sometimes she cummed to, before curling up in bed and crying. After that, back to the restaurant. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. 


“¡UNA RUTINA SANA TE ALEGRA LA VIDA! ¡VENGA, SENTADILLAS!” 


Some dark thoughts started manifesting in Rita’s mind. Wandering to Cati’s yard and letting the tons of her ass squish her as she stretched. Crawling inside the craters that the titan’s heel created next to her house, and waiting for it to smash her into a paste. Maybe waiting for the sweet release of death while P!nk or Katy Perry or similar garbage pounded her eardrums wasn’t the best way to go. Maybe she wasn’t worthy of being crushed by Cati. She should crawl inside the streamer’s house instead. Wait for when he gets off his (sponsored and tasteless) gaming chair to take a whizz and be stepped flat by his socked foot like a pest. Nah, too merciful. She should crawl inside his trash bin and wait for a crumpled tissue full of cum to bury her…


And then she found it. A Reddit post on r/microstates, where she often spent late nights on the look for a way out of her small, ever-dwindling life. All the methods for getting citizenship in a big country sounded too good to be true, and she didn’t want to be kidnapped by some psychopath selling tiny people as forbidden meals for rich cannibals. This post, though, caught her eye. “JOB OFFER - VERY TINY PEOPLE NEEDED”. The post was deleted almost immediately after she read it, but she remembered the username, XNS345, and managed to DM him, pounding the keyboard loudly. 


RAITA_99: Hey! That job offer still up?


An answer, almost inmediately. 


XBS345: Already talking to a guy. Blocking u rn


Rita panicked and typed fast. 


RAITA_99: Im andorran. Very small. 


A minute, in which Rita fidgeted with her dark hair nervously. But then, those bouncing three dots, jumping like Rita’s heart. 


XBS345: Interesting. 


Another fucking minute. What was this guy’s deal? Maybe this was stupid. Maybe…


XBS345: Would you want to work in China? With Chinese people? You could be a Chinese citizen within two years. 


Rita snorted. Now was the part that they asked for her credit card or something. 


RAITA_99: Yeah sure, I’m in 


XBS345: You don’t wanna know what the job is? 


Another chuckle. Yeah, of course. Rita typed. And her smile disappeared. It was… weird, but legit. She actually heard about that, but she never thought about it since she was hell-bent on studying abroad back then. Two years… doing that. To Chinese people. She opened a tab with a country size correlation calculator and she… didn’t know how to make out what she found. Too many decimals after a zero point. What she could figure out, though, is that a Spaniard was… just high as the ankle of an average Chinese adult. 


“Shit. Holy fucking shit.”


Maybe she was about to let herself be kidnapped. Buried below a pile of screaming, naked tinies and (relative) giants on the vast surface of a golden spoon, waiting for a planet-sized sicko in Kentucky to eat them like cereal. Nevertheless, considering that she was fantasizing about being crushed by a cum tissue inside a giant gamers’ trash just some minutes ago, Rita accepted the job. 


“BUENOS DÍAS, AMORES. ¿LISTOS PARA SUDAR?”


At dawn, with a wide grin on her face, Rita watched the giant fitness bimbo contorting over the tiny town. Two years. Two years and that bitch would be so small to her that she could pin her under her foot. Two years and she’d be able to laugh at the fucking streamer’s size while she recorded it on her phone, and maybe step on his precious sports cars by accident. Two years and all the people who belittled her in the restaurant, in school and anywhere would crane their necks up and finally see her true, deserved form: more, much more than them.